I love the taste my cock leaves in my mouth. Also, I like the smell of it. Sometimes I won’t wash my cock for a couple of days so it will smell real nice. When I suck it, the smell really turns me on. I like to masturbate and not wash the come off my cock. Then the next day I will suck it again. I get the taste of the old come in my mouth.
Even when I masturbate, I don’t waste it. If I am lying on the bed masturbating, I let the come gush onto my belly; then I take my finger, wipe the come off, and put it into my mouth or catch it in something and pour it into my mouth. I have masturbated into a rubber and saved the come until the next time I sucked myself off. I would pour the old come out of the condom into my mouth for lubrication. The previous come didn’t taste too bad, and it really helped me to suck my prick. I have found that if my mouth and cock are wet and slippery, it is easier to get it in.
Also, I take a mirror sometimes and tape it to the inside of my leg so I can watch myself sucking my cock. I have also taken pictures of myself while I had my prick in my mouth. I was able to get the head of my cock two-and-a-half inches into my mouth with each thrust. One other thing I like to do is to stick the head partway up my asshole, then put the head into my mouth. But when I do this, I make sure there is no shit on my cock. I just like the smell and taste it provides. Many times I have lain naked in the bathtub, brought my legs up over my head so my prick was close to my mouth, and then pissed into my mouth. When I am in the shower, I take hold of my cock and point it toward my mouth, and the piss goes into my mouth, then runs down my body. I like the feeling of the hot piss running down my chest and my abdomen. I enjoy everything I do. More of you guys should try this. You might like it. Don’t get me wrong, I like to fuck women, too. But I will keep on sucking as long as I can.—
Name and address withheld
FOR HER, SEX IS ALWAYS AT HAND
I am a twenty-four-year-old female and very sexy. It’s not just because of my looks, although I measure thirty-nine around the boobs, twenty-four at the waist, and thirty-eight around the ass. The reason why I say I am sexy is that I fantasize and masturbate constantly. Because of my looks I can get all the cock—or cunt, for that matter—that I need or want, but I prefer to play with myself.
I have masturbated to orgasm twenty-three times in one day, and I come never less than a dozen times a day. Sundays are my hottest days. Usually I am a little hung over from drinking wine and playing with myself on Saturday night and I wake up horny as hell. My hand is always on my cunt when I wake up. I quickly put it to good use—and away I go!
Today is a Sunday, and I came four times before getting out of bed. It’s ten o’clock now and I’ve had four more orgasms since breakfast. I intend to have a real jerking afternoon. My favorite position is lying on my back on the fur rug in my living room. I have a ceiling mirror so I can watch myself fuck. My fantasies while I fuck myself (I prefer this term better than saying masturbating) swing all over the full spectrum. I see hands jerking big, thick cocks, girls taking it up the ass, a couple of husky blond guys sucking each other off, two redheads in a 69 and me joining them. My fantasies of eating pussy always seem to be with redheads. My most orgasmic fantasy is imagining a young redhead about sixteen going at herself with her fingers. She changes hands and licks her juice from her fingers. And when she comes, she shoots out of her cunt the way a guy goes off. Loads of it. I love sucking and licking my nipples when I masturbate (sorry, I mean fuck myself). Being well hung in the tit department, I can do this easily. I guess I have fucked myself with just about everything: vibrators, dildos, candles, carrots, cucumbers, corn on the cob (which is a really good fuck), perfume bottles, hairbrush handles, broom handles—you name it, I’ve tried it. But nothing beats my fingers.
I am writing so that others who are in the self-fucking group will also write. I would love to hear of others like myself, whether men or women. I am sure there are millions who prefer fucking themselves to having a relationship with another person.
I have stopped writing this letter twice already in order to have a go at myself. It’s going to be a great afternoon. I’ve just opened a bottle of wine, and the more wine I drink, the wetter I get. There is only one thing I wish I could do, and that is to be able to suck my own cunt. I have been eaten by men and women and have even sucked several women (I mean, young ones). To me that would be the ultimate in self-fucking.
Can you female readers just imagine going at yourself with your tongue? Wow! I can’t imagine people saying they are not getting enough sex. Sex does not have to be between two or more persons. It’s between your legs, believe me. With a cunt or cock between your legs, sex is always at hand. Add a little fantasy or some sexy reading, some good porno movies, or even explicit pictures. Who needs another body? I’ve jerked my clit to every centerfold in
Penthouse
for the last three years, and I still go back to some of my favorites (redheads). I could go on, but I don’t want to make my letter too long. Besides, something is at hand (something wet and juicy).—
G.G., Toronto, Ont., Canada
THREE FEMALE VOYEURS WATCH NEIGHBOR JERK OFF
We are three foxy eighteen-year-old girls with at least a normal interest in sex. We live in a small midwestern suburb. Now that we are high-school seniors, we are getting our quota of fucking, but a few years ago we limited ourselves to oral sex and finger work with boys and with each other. We want to share with other
Penthouse Letters
readers an activity that greatly helped our education and still manages to keep us hot and has given us much pleasure during the past two or so years.
We have a marvelous neighbor. He’s a widower and about forty-five years old, and he’s still very sexy looking. He spends a lot of time working outside around his house. When it is warm enough, he usually wears loose nylon running shorts. It is not difficult to see the outline of his prick and his balls as they flop around inside the shorts. As kids, we used to enjoy this sight very much. Then we learned that if he knew we were looking at him, the flopping would stop and the bulging would start. We’d encourage this by wearing revealing clothes and doing some whispering and giggling while we ogled his barely concealed equipment.
Having enjoyed these furtive erections for a while, we decided we’d try to see the real thing. Ours is a pleasant community of homes, and no one cares who wanders around from yard to yard. This man has a big patio door behind his house. It’s private back there because of trees and shrubs. One spring evening at about ten o’clock when my two closest friends were sleeping over, the three of us went quietly into his backyard. The light was on in the room with the patio door, and the drapes were pulled open. There was our guy, sitting on a couch, stark naked. He was looking at pictures in a copy of
Penthouse.
His cock was long and limp, and we were delighted to see that it was uncircumcised. This was the first time we’d ever seen one with a foreskin. While poring over the pictures, he used his free hand to rub his cock and his balls. The prick naturally began to lengthen and harden up. It was thrilling to see for real what we had seen only in outline. It was a really neat piece of meat.
Soon his staff was standing at attention. He spread the magazine on the couch so he could study an especially sexy picture, knelt on the couch, and placed a large pillow between his legs. He took his tool in his hand and began humping the pillow. He worked slowly at first, fucking his hand. Then, as he got ready to come, he started pumping away with his hand, faster and faster. He pulled back his foreskin, and we saw the come spurt out of the little eye in the ruby-colored head. He shot his load into a towel he had ready, wiped the surplus off his prick with his fingers, and sucked them dry.
We waited around to watch his peter soften down and then, with dripping panties, went to my house, where we had our own jack-off session while we discussed what we had obsedrved.
We’d go over to his backyard at night about twice a week from that night on. We think he jacks off just about every night, but sometimes we’d be there and there’d be no show. When it’s warm enough, and the patio door is open with just a screen to keep insects out, we get the impression that he knows we’re there. We giggle and squeal some, which he must hear, but he just keeps banging away. He seems to position himself to give us the clearest possible view and puts on a particularly good performance.
Now and then he shows X-rated movies, which we appreciate because the screen is located where we can see it. He sits on the couch, playing with his peter and timing his climax to those in the movie. When his cock goes limp, he strokes it hard again and gets up and walks around with his hard-on bouncing up and down. Then he does the pillow bit. It always takes longer the second time, but we don’t mind. He fixes the pillow so that one corner pushes into his asshole, and that seems to help him get it up and off again.
We enjoy our nighttime peep show and our daytime fun. When he’s out there in the yard working in his shorts, we sometimes watch from my bedroom window, using binoculars and making sure he knows what we’re doing. Or we just sit around out front, whispering, giggling and staring. Without fail, his prick hardens up and sometimes makes such a tent out of his shorts that he gets embarrassed and has to go in the house before it pops out and waves in the breeze. When he comes back out, he’s got it down to the dangle stage, and we’re betting it’s because he’s pumped it dry. We’re also betting a lot of other foxes like us could enjoy similar excitement if they’d only look around at the men and boys in their neighborhoods. Let them know you’re interested.—
Name and address Withheld
HE PRACTICES YOGA FOR SELF-FULFILLMENT
I have
read Penthouse Letters
a lot, and I believe that I have something really good to share with your male readers (and female, too; in fact, with anyone who looks with dread upon advancing years). My story has a comic twist to it, but, believe me, it’s true!
My puritanical upbringing resulted in a wrecked first marriage, and I became an alcoholic. In my mid-forties, I was a total wreck; however, a series of happy events resulted in my getting this monkey off my back. As my health improved with abstinence, my sex life also improved.
Don’t let anyone tell you that alcohol improves your drive. Quite the opposite is true. In any event, it wasn’t until my second, and sober, marriage that I began to understand what sex is all about: making one woman happy and sharing all aspects of her life has been much more rewarding than my several thousand alcoholic encounters before this.
In my line of work, I often find myself alone. I was lying on my cot in a “YMCA-type” atmosphere in New York City, thinking about home, and I got the biggest hard-on I had experienced in months. I had been swimming and had just finished a sauna, and I felt in excellent shape. I wondered how it would feel to suck myself off. Try as I would, I couldn’t do it. The closest I could come to making contact was about two inches. However, since I was to be alone for a whole month yet, I began yoga exercises to limber my back. I practiced each night until one day, about a week after trying this exercise, I could reach the tip of my dick with my tongue. A few days later and the whole head was in.
There is no way to describe the feeling of sucking yourself off. I even managed to massage my asshole without losing my balance. I came all over my mouth, chin, beard, and even swallowed some. (Warning: Be careful if you try this not to get any up your nostrils. It has a self-propelling mechanism to climb up and up any small tube and can cause some discomfort.) The next day I experienced that wonderful feeling that I have had only a few times in my life, after a night of continuous fucking. I did have a few muscular pains around my shoulder blades, but they soon went away.
My questions are: Is this practice common? Is there anything homosexual about it? It doesn’t seem to have affected my relations with my wife; in fact, I am trying to figure out how to tell her so she can help out and enjoy it, too. So far I have hesitated to mention it to her because it sounds so comical, but believe me it is true.
Now here is the good part. I am sixty-two years old. Yet by keeping young in spirit, I have discovered new things about sex and am enjoying it more and more. I hope this will encourage any of your readers who may fear growing old. Nonsense. The older one gets, the better things get. Don’t be afraid to try something new.—
W.R.R., San Francisco, Calif.
MASTER MANIPULATOR PUTS VIBRATOR IN HIS ASS, OIL ON HIS COCK
I’m a reasonably attractive, twenty-eight-year-old man, married to a wonderful girl who just happens not to like sex. For years— at least twelve—like most men, I assume, I have been masturbating, but never with the dexterity, intensity and interest that I have developed in the past year or so. I used to make a point of coming once or twice, sometimes three times, a day. Now I like to hold off for three or four days because my orgasm is more intense that way.
When my wife is out of the house for a while, I go upstairs to our bedroom, turn up the thermostat and remove my clothes. I go to the bathroom to get a couple of hand towels, some baby oil, and my vibrator. Returning to the bedroom, I place one towel on the bed where my hips will be. Then I lie down on my back. The light from the table lamp is low and my head is propped with pillows so I can comfortably read
Penthouse Letters
or look down at myself.
After pouring baby oil on the tip of my vibrator, I lift and spread my legs and run it around my anus to ease the entry. By this time, my penis is hard and throbbing against my flat, tan, firm stomach. I insert the vibrator four or five inches into my rectum, then relax my legs and my whole body for a few seconds until the pleasurable pain of entry ebbs. I never turn the vibrator on because I want only to be aware of the feeling of my rectum being full and the stretching sensation at my anus.