by Letters to Penthouse VII- Celebrate the Rites of Pleasure (epub)
She then requested that I undress. We quickly shed our clothes as we stood back-to-back. She asked me to sit down and we slumped to the floor, our bare backs and asses pressed firmly against each other. By this time I was extremely excited. My eight-inch cock was as hard as a rock.
The woman then explained that we were going to masturbate and describe what we were doing to the other person. The goal was for us to come at the same time.
My cock got even harder as I envisioned this gorgeous stranger getting herself off right behind me. She asked me to describe my cock in detail, then gave me a verbal tour of her own body. When she described her excellent tits, I knew I had correctly guessed her identity. She moaned as she caressed them and pinched her nipples. I told her how I was tugging gently on my dick with my thumb and index finger, and that it was throbbing as if it were about to burst. She moaned softly as she touched her clit. I could feel her back arch a little when she told me she was slipping a finger into her dripping pussy, all the while tracing little circles around her magic button with her other hand. Then she told me that there was a bottle of baby oil within reach if I wanted it, and I enthusiastically greased my raging hard-on. She wanted to know exactly how I was stroking it, what it looked like as the head poked out of my fist on the downstroke, and how my balls felt cradled in my other hand. I described my movements in exquisite detail.
Whenever we were silent we could hear the slurpy sounds of the other's movements, which were steadily becoming faster and faster. This whole situation was really blowing my mind. I was afraid I was going to shoot my wad up to the ceiling before she was ready, but it wasn't long before she was near climax. The timing was a bit off, and she started quivering and shaking against me before I had reached the point of no return. Feeling her shudder violently and hearing her sharp grunts of ecstasy pushed me over the edge, though, and I blew a giant load while furiously jacking my swollen shaft. She had quieted down enough to hear my come splashing onto the hardwood floors, and it was enough to send her into another round of quakes and groans.
We were still so hot that we started all over again and repeated our self-pleasuring at a more leisurely pace. After we were both spent, she thanked me for playing along with the game and quickly left the room.—N.C., Huntsville, Alabama
NYLON: IT ISN'T JUST FOR LADIES ANYMORE
My wife Lynn and I are both in our late twenties and have been married for seven years. Our sex life is never dull.
Lynn knows that I love when she wears panty hose, as I believe that nylon is sensual. One day she suggested that I put on a pair of panty hose the next time we made love. The idea sounded pretty harmless, so I did.
On that particular night, Lynn gave me a pair of sheer-to-waist panty hose to wear. At first they felt strange, but after a few minutes the nylon felt great against my balls and legs. Needless to say, my cock was rock-hard in seconds. Lynn had also put a pair of hose on, and as our bodies rubbed together we became even more excited. I nearly shot my load right then and there.
Lynn stroked my cock through the panty hose, and ripples of pleasure ran through me. We lay down on the bed, and I placed my leg between hers so she could hump my thigh. After a few minutes I felt her juices on my leg. I was glad she was enjoying this as much as I was.
We didn't want to take off our panty hose to fuck, so I cut the cotton panty shields out of both pairs. Lynn's pussy was fully exposed now, as was my cock. When I entered her, she wrapped her legs around my waist. The feel of nylon against our skin brought us to the point of no return.
Just as Lynn was about to come, she grabbed my ass and pulled me in deep. I shot an endless load of come at the same time she came.
After I was through, Lynn stroked my cock until I was ready for round two. Wearing the panty hose kept me hard throughout the night.
Since that night, there has rarely been a time when we haven't worn panty hose when we screw. Each time is as great as the first!—N.N., Albuquerque, New Mexico
MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL, WHO'S THE GREATEST LAY OF ALL?
My husband Sean is my best friend, but he's a lousy lover. I can easily satisfy his sexual needs, but he does very little to sate my lusty sexual appetite. Luckily for me, he gets very turned-on when I make love to others. During our fifteen years of marriage I have had hundreds of lovers. Sometimes we set up situations where he can watch—other times I just tell him about my affairs.
He likes me to wear sexually revealing clothing, which, of course, helps me attract men. I have a good figure and beautiful face, so when I dress to show myself off, I get a lot of attention. I am five feet two inches tall and weigh one hundred pounds, with nice, plump tits and a delectable, round ass. When I wear a short skirt with fishnet stockings and a see-through blouse, I drive men wild.
In our bedroom is a large, walk-in closet. We installed a special mirror on the closet door so Sean can sit comfortably and watch when I bring one of my lovers home.
I usually go out three or four times a week to pick up men. I seldom go to bed with the same man twice because I like variety, and because I have no interest in having a long-term relationship with anyone but my husband.
One of my most sexually satisfying experiences was a foursome with two handsome black studs and a young white girl.
I met the three of them at a dance club. It was a rainy night, and the place was fairly empty. As soon as I walked in I noticed one of the black guys dancing with the girl. She was wearing a very short skirt and a tight tank top. He had his hands all over her ass as they mashed their bodies together. When the song was over, they sat at a table with the second black guy. Since I didn't notice anyone else with them, I went up and asked if I could join them. I mentioned that the sight of the two of them dancing had made my juices flow. They immediately asked me to sit down.
When I took off my raincoat, the man who had not been dancing immediately grew a tremendous boner. The bulge in his pants was quite impressive. I had worn a see-through blouse without a bra and a short, tight leather skirt. They ordered a drink for me and, before I knew it, began touching me. The one with the hard-on put his hand up my skirt and was thrilled to discover I wasn't wearing panties.
I invited them all over to my place. Before we left I called Sean so he would have time to get himself comfortable in the closet. I took my bulging black stud in my car, and the others followed. All the way there he told me how he was going to give me the best fucking of my life. He also mentioned that his friend was a great lay too, and that the girl loved to eat pussy. My juices were really gushing—particularly because he kept massaging my nipples and fingering my twat. It's a miracle I managed to drive home without getting us killed in the process.
Once in the house, I told them that I was dying to see their big, black pricks. They didn't hesitate and dropped their pants for me in the living room. I immediately went down on my big hunk as the other girl went down on hers. We had them rock-hard in seconds. Their pricks were huge! Each was at least ten inches long and as thick as a beer can. Suddenly I jumped up and ran to my bedroom, dropping my clothes along the way. My new friends followed suit.
By the time we reached the bedroom we were all naked. I jumped onto my king-size bed and invited them to join me. The guys each took a tit, and the young woman dove for my clit. The guys really liked my large nipples, which are extremely sensitive. Just having them licked makes me come. My clit is also large, so my female friend was able to have a field day with it.
We spent six hours doing everything imaginable. I must have come a dozen times. The guys each came several times, and the girl came even more than I did. She kept screaming in ecstasy. Needless to say, Sean had seen everything from his vantage point in the closet.
After my guests had left, Sean and I enjoyed a quick fuck and fell into a deep sleep.—S.M., Santa Monica, California
FORGET COKE AND PEPSI—SPUNK'S THE CHOICE OF TODAY'S GENERATION
Having had a strict religious upbringing, I never dreamed I'd actually be writing to Pe
nthouse Letters. But with the help of both my loving husband John and such liberating publications as your magazine I've gradually learned to let go of my old sexual inhibitions. Now I feel free to enjoy all kinds of kinky lovemaking experiences.
I guess what really surprises me most, however, is that I've become uncontrollably obsessed with one aspect of sex that many women may not find exciting. Without any shame or regrets I can now finally admit to the world that I'm totally addicted to the smell, the feel and especially the taste of my man's hot sticky come.
Here's one girl who really has come a long way! I was once too ashamed to perform anything but the standard missionary position with the lights out. Now I love to suck and fuck in every way possible, and I crave jism like a come-hungry junkie.
Up until recently I always thought that most women didn't share my passionate interest in cock juice. But some of your magazine's recent letters have convinced me otherwise. Reading these hot stories about other sperm-slurping women makes me cream my panties as I picture performing these naughty acts with my sexy man.
I am now John's come-slut and every weekend we act out a hot new come-fantasy. We both have wild imaginations and we manage to come up with some pretty incredible scenarios. Of course, they all revolve around me consuming mass quantities of his hot pearly jism! I'd like to tell your readers about a few of our more memorable spunk sessions.
I remember one weekend when I knew I just couldn't get enough of my man's sperm—I was so damn hot and come-thirsty! We started off with one of our favorite fantasies, where John plays a bartender and I play a sexy woman looking to get picked up. After dressing for our parts we headed down to the bar we have in our basement and let the fun begin.
John looked real fine, but I was dressed to kill if I do say so myself. I had on my hottest skintight black dress, no bra or panties and my brightest crimson lipstick was smeared on my lips. I thought John would blow a gasket when I sat down on a stool, sensuously crossed my long legs and then lit a cigarette, all the while staring at him with my best fuck-me eyes.
I ordered a drink and began to flirt with him while my nipples strained against the flimsy fabric of my dress. After a few long drinks I could tell that he was on the verge of creaming in his tight pants, so I told him to fix me a very special drink. I licked my wet lips and said, “A shot of sperm straight up, please.” I then grabbed a shot glass from the counter, brought it to my teasing lips, snaked out my tongue and probed erotically inside in search of fluid. My eyes never left his as I continued my little act.
Immediately a bulge appeared at his crotch. He pulled his pants and underwear down and started feverishly jerking off his fat thick cock before me, the tip of his meat oozing delicious pre-come. I lowered my mouth onto his rigid purple head and slurped up his sticky secretions while cooing and begging for more. “I want to drink your tasty come. Give it to me now,” I demanded as I held out the shot glass to catch his sticky load. Seconds later he shot spurt after spurt of thick hot sperm into the glass, grunting and groaning for all he was worth. He must have been quite excited as he almost completely filled the shot glass with his salty white jism.
When John was through I licked the end of his sexy dick dry and told him to relax while I had my drink. I then brought the shot glass full of hot come to my lips and dipped my tongue into it for a small taste. His eyes were locked on me as I said, “Here's looking at you, honey,” and chugged the whole glassful down in one sexy gulp. It was quite a mouthful, but I managed to swallow the whole gooey wad without any problem.
It was absolutely delicious! My tongue quickly licked up what I hadn't swallowed, then I slammed the shot glass down and told him how tasty it had been. “I think I'll have one more for the road, if you please,” I said with a smile. Then I opened my mouth to show my man the fruits of his labor: my tongue and lips were coated with his pearly come just like my pussy is after a good fucking.
John's erection never faltered as he eagerly began frigging his stiff pole, frantically trying to get himself off again to quench my insatiable thirst. I really didn't expect him to be able to come so soon; nor did I expect him to produce so much spunk right after such an impressive series of big juicy squirts. Boy, was I mistaken! His cockhead soon turned beet-red and he shot thick wet streams of sperm from his wet slit. His mighty second load managed to fill the shot glass, more than halfway! I licked my lips in anticipation as I contemplated my second shot of come.
My fingers were busy on my lusty crotch as I prepared to gulp down load number two. I eased the glass toward my wanton lips and, with agonizing slowness, tipped the glass and let his steamy seed slide into my eager mouth. I let it drip slowly down my throat, savoring the texture and flavor. I then surprised my hubby by suddenly embracing him and driving my tongue deep into his mouth.
“Do you like the taste of your come on my tongue?” I whispered with a grin. He nodded his head and we continued to kiss and share his tangy spunk between our taste buds.
I'm surprised but very pleased that John has acquired a taste for his own sperm. He had always been a super pussy-sucker, but I feel especially lucky to have a man who doesn't get turned off by his own masculinity. He now enjoys come almost as much as I do. He's even admitted that sometimes he sucks down his own goo after masturbating. I've also jerked him off to orgasm, caught his spunk in the palm of my hand and then fed it to him.
One experience I'll never forget took place one recent weekend. John announced that he had a very special treat prepared for me. My pussy instantly turned to jelly and my mind started to wander as I conjured up one sexy scene after another. I wondered what in the world he could have cooked up. Well, I didn't have to wait long as we settled in for some hot juicy sex. Soon we were all over each other whispering dirty phrases as we kissed and hugged and licked each other's genitals. Before we reached the point of no return, John got up and went into the kitchen.
When my man returned I saw he was carrying a large juice glass. It looked frosty and cold, as if he'd just pulled it from the freezer. He placed it down before me on the coffee table and my jaw fell open as I realized what it held. Our eyes met and, with the most devilish grin he'd ever given me, he said, “I hope you feel real thirsty tonight, honey. I've been working extra hard just for you. Every morning for the past two months I've jerked off into this glass. I had it hidden way back in the freezer so you wouldn't find it.”
I almost had an orgasm just looking at the glass before me. “I would say there are over forty orgasms in that glass,” he continued. “And I want you to give me the sexiest show ever and drink down every drop of this treat I've stored up for you.” A wave of ecstasy washed over me and I shuddered to a fantastic orgasm. My whole body shook violently as I slammed two fingers up my dripping pussy.
“Suck your fingers clean for me, because the next thing I want in your mouth is my delicious cock cream,” he told me. I obliged him and licked my fingers dry, all the while staring at the full glass before me.
As I relaxed after my orgasm, the realization of just how much come was in the glass suddenly hit me. I wondered if even I—obsessive come-drinking woman that I am—could actually drink down all that jism. But soon my doubts left me and I knew that I wanted nothing more than to savor this super-size glass of come.
At first we planned to wait while John's “come-sicle” melted gradually at room temperature. I was soon drooling and licking my lips as I yearned for the huge load of come. What would it taste like? Could I actually drink it all down? The anticipation got to be too much for me, so John suggested he use the microwave to heat it up.
Before John had a chance to take it into the kitchen to warm it up, I brought the glass of frozen cream to my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Then I licked it like a Popsicle for a couple of minutes. My man couldn't believe how horny I was for his come as he watched me slurping his frozen sperm. It was delicious! I could barely wait for the meltdown.
My mind raced with images of all that come going down my throat, or passing be
tween our mouths as we shared a kiss afterward. When the microwave timer rang John returned with the now steamy glass, a plastic spoon, a straw and a small paint brush. My goodness! What artistic endeavors did he have planned?
“Now, my little come-slut,” he announced, “here's your glass full of my spunk all steamy hot for you. First it needs to get stirred so it's mixed thoroughly. Then show me how much you love to eat come!”
I stuck one finger into the glass, coating it up to the first knuckle and then using it like a swizzle stick to stir. His semen felt warmer than usual, but this made me even hotter and juicier. This was the ultimate in sexiness! I withdrew my sticky finger and sucked it dry right before him. It was delicious! It made me squirm to think I could drink down a load of come just like a glass of milk.
My man was frigging his huge dick rapidly as I continued to finger-feed myself with his sticky sperm and rub it all over my hungry lips. It was so hot and tasty that it took a lot of restraint not to just pick up the glass and chug it all down. Instead I decided to give him a show, so I grabbed the spoon from the coffee table. It looked as if his heart would pound out through his chest as I scooped up a spoonful of sloppy spunk and took it into my sultry mouth.
“Mmmm, it's so good and gooey,” I cooed. “I feel just like a come-queen, and I won't be happy till I've swallowed every sticky drop. Oh, honey, I live to eat your hot sperm. I just can't get enough.”
After indulging in a couple of more lovin' spoonfuls of John's yummy jism, I pulled him toward me, kissed him hard with my come-soaked lips and transferred some hot juice from my mouth into his. He swallowed and then screamed that he was about to come, so I gave him the good old squeeze technique to stop him in his tracks and then proceeded with my wild exhibition.