I mounted her and slid my cock into her as deeply as I could. She let out an ear-piercing squeal of delight. For an instant, I was worried that the people in the next room would hear us. But then I thought, “What the hell, let the poor bastards suffer.” She had several orgasms, announcing each with a loud groan.
Finally, I pulled out of her just seconds before I was about to explode. As I lay back, she moved herself to a position where she was lying between my legs with her head above my crotch. She cupped my balls in her hands and kissed them. Then she inserted them into her mouth one at a time and gently sucked on them. After that, she spent some heavenly moments kissing the sensitive area just below them. I’ve never felt such overwhelming pleasure.
She then directed her attention to my cock. Sensing my urgency, she took its entire length into her mouth. Then she withdrew it until just the tip was in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the circumcised knob. Pumping her head up and down, she kept increasing the suction until I finally erupted in her mouth. I’ve never had a stronger orgasm, or one that lasted as long. She swallowed as much as she could, but my come kept oozing from the corners of her mouth and all over her fingers. When she finally lifted her head, she smiled and then started to lick her fingers clean, and her face reflected the intense joy we had both just experienced.
Apparently, I dozed off for a few minutes, for when I opened my eyes, she was fully dressed and standing by the door. I asked what was wrong. She said that nothing was wrong, and that everything about the evening had been wonderful. She was leaving because she wanted to get an early start in the morning, and she was staying at another motel. With that, she blew me a kiss and left before I could protest. I lay on the bed for a while, trying to determine if it had all been a dream, when there was a knock on the door.
There she stood. She walked past me to the ashtray and picked up my gold-plated roach clip, saying, “I just want something to remember you by.” She left without another word.
I was dumbstruck. I had lost my favorite roach clip, but I didn’t care. I have stayed at that motel a number of times since then, and have visited the lounge each time. Sometimes, I even sit through a rerun of “My Three Sons,” hoping that lightning may strike twice in the same place.—
Name and address withheld
YOUNG MAN DEMONSTRATES THAT FOUR INCHES SUFFICE
I read every issue of
Penthouse Letters
and find it both interesting and sexually stimulating. It appears that many of the letters you publish deal with generously endowed men. One would almost believe that the less well-hung among us are missing a lot in life. My own cock, when fully erect, stands a brave four inches. I feel that most of these letters about men with gigantic dicks are a crock of shit. The only thing large about any one of these guys is his imagination.
As I stated earlier, four inches is not a hell of a lot. Nevertheless, I often find myself making it with girls equipped with enlarged parking zones, and none of them has ever complained. In my quest for sexual gratification, in fact, I have found the girl of my dreams—an oversexed sixteen-year-old named Cindy.
My affair with Cindy started about a month ago when she came to my house to see my sister, who wasn’t home. I noticed her pretty brown eyes glancing more than casually at my crotch. Her long brown hair fell down around her breasts, which were developed well beyond her age. I guess the thing that turned me on most was the innocent look about this desirable young thing.
We sat and talked for about an hour when suddenly, out of the blue, the conversation took an unexpected turn by her saying, “I could satisfy you better than anyone ever has.” The next thing I knew she was beside me, lustfully rubbing my crotch and kissing me up and down my stomach and chest. Before I could react, she unzipped my pants and started going down on my cock.
As her luscious tongue and lips gently caressed my penis, it quickly rose to its full four inches. Her gentle suction turned into a rough, rapid tongue and lip action. In moments, my balls exploded and I came all over her face. Losing no time, she undressed herself and me, and her innocent expression turned passionate. As she gently mounted my rock-hard cock, I could feel the warm juices of her cunt drowning my nuts. Her pussy was unbelievably tight! What surprised me was the tremendous number of orgasms she achieved as she rode me for the next two hours. She gave me such pleasure as I had never experienced before.
Cindy’s frequent visits have since broadened my sexual horizons, which just goes to prove: “It’s not how long your rope is, it’s how you dangle your knot.”—
Name and address withheld
IS THERE ANY BETTER GRADUATION EXERCISE?
As a recent graduate of a small, high-powered technical institute in Pasadena, at which the male (mostly nerd) to female (mostly dog) ratio is about ten to one, my list of sexual exploits is not particularly long or exotic. However, one incident, which occurred the night before my commencement, is worthy of your magazine.
Following the graduation dinner that evening, I was talking to some friends when a classmate, Angie, and her friend, Shelly, came over and invited me to share a bottle of champagne with them in Angle’s dorm room. Not being one to turn down a good drink—or the possibility of tastier delights—I said I’d join them after I finished my conversation.
By the time I arrived at Angie’s room, the two girls had already finished one bottle and were just opening the second. Several nerds had also joined the party; so I dropped into a comfortable chair and slowly drank champagne while we all talked and listened to music. Angie and Shelly repeatedly commented that I wasn’t drinking fast enough, which made me wonder if something was up. I decided to test this hypothesis by drinking even more slowly.
Before long, Shelly proclaimed that as an incentive for me to drink more, she would kiss me every time I took a sip. Shelly is a pretty fine-looking lady, especially from the waist up, and I’m sure many guys around campus have fantasized about her, so I decided to take the offer. Several sips and kisses later, one of the nerds announced that he had noticed a correlation between the sip size and the length of the kiss, and he asked what I’d get if I drank a whole glass. Shelly replied that I’d get “a really good kiss.” After I downed a full glass, Shelly and I fell back in a long, deep French kiss.
At this point, the action got too hot for the nerds and they all ran off, except for one who hung around, hoping to get in on the action. Shelly kindly gave him a few consolation kisses and sent him on his way. Then she went to find Angie, who had wandered off down the hall.
When they returned, they locked the door. Things started to happen rather quickly as the two girls literally attacked me. One ripped at my shirt while the other fumbled with my pants. Both had undressed with lightning speed. They were nude and my pants were around my ankles before I could suggest that we move from Angie’s room to my off-campus apartment, which would be much more private.
We got dressed again and drove to my apartment. As soon as we were inside and the door was shut, the girls stripped and climbed into bed. They made love to each other while I undressed and got drinks. I’ve got to admit that I was pretty turned on from watching them and from listening to them moan about how much they loved each other. Eventually, I joined them and made it a threesome. It was the first threesome for both me and Angie. Shelly had previously been to bed with two guys at once, so she sort of directed the action.
The girls decided that I should lie back and let them do the work. Angie straddled my throbbing cock and rode us both to orgasm while Shelly worked on my upper body and rubbed her beautiful tits in my face. Later, Shelly lowered her hot, dripping pussy onto my face and I sucked and nibbled her into delirium. Her come flowed down over my face as she screamed her way to a powerful orgasm. While this was going on, Angie was busy sucking on my cock.
As the night progressed, we tried many other positions. I never did get to fuck Shelly, because she had forgotten her diaphragm and did not trust condoms, explaining that she had had a bad experience with them in the past. Nonetheless, it was a fantastic night. The three of us continued our lovemaking until early the next morning, when the girls left to shower and dress for commencement. I fell asleep and didn’t wake up until late in the afternoon, well after the ceremony had ended.—
A.F., Pasadena, Calif.
“UNDERFUCKED” GIRL DOES SOME HEAVY CATCHING UP
Well, I never thought I would be writing you guys a letter. Like most readers, I’ve had my doubts about some of the letters you publish. However, after last night, I have no more doubts.
Having just moved to the central California coast from San Diego, I was looking forward to starting a new semester. However, I was not looking forward to not knowing anyone. My first class was music appreciation. When I arrived, I was a little surprised to see it so full. In fact, there were only two vacant seats in the class. I sat in one and put my motorcycle helmet in the other. About five minutes later, I heard a voice say, “Is that seat taken?” I looked up and damn near creamed my jeans. Not more than a foot away was a gorgeous blonde with nice, full tits and a body that would more than do justice to your fine magazine. Anyway, Nancy sat down, and we started talking. Conversation went from school to parents, drugs, and the like. When class was over, we both had a free hour, so I suggested a cup of coffee. She agreed, and we started walking over to the dining area. I am nuts about blondes, and Nancy even had blond
eyelashes
! I was going nuts while I was trying to imagine what her pussy looked like.
Maybe I should pause to describe myself. I’m five feet ten inches, weigh one hundred sixty pounds, and have dark brown hair and green eyes. Actually, I’m fairly average-looking. One thing tile girls all say, however, is that my eyes are a turn-on, so I guess they are my best feature. I’m saying all this to show that I don’t have a huge, muscular body like some of the men I’ve read of in
Penthouse Letters.
Nancy and I sat and rapped about everything. When the conversation switched to sex, I found out that she had only had one boyfriend, and when they had finally fucked and Nancy lost her cherry, the dude had dropped her. She impressed me as open and honest, so I asked her what she did when she got horny. She smiled and asked me what I did. ’Nuff said, right? Anyway, Nancy jumped up and said she had to go to class. When she stood up, she knocked a book off the table. I bent down to get it and collided with those luscious tits as I came back up, for Nancy had bent over me. My view afforded me a great look at her tits, and I was happy to see that she made no effort to move. We just laughed, and then she split. As she wafted away, I got real horny watching her. The sunlight coining through the doors gave me a great view of her legs through her dress.
Soon classes were over, and I was headed for the parking lot when I noticed Nancy at the pay telephone. I asked her if anything was wrong, and she said her car was fucked up. Being the gallant gentleman that I am, I offered her a lift on my bike, which she accepted. When she got on, her dress crept up to her thighs, and the sight of that gave me an instant hard-on. I caught Nancy looking at it, but she didn’t say anything.
When we got to her apartment, she invited me up for a joint and some lines. While I rolled a joint, Nancy went to the bathroom. When she came out, we did the coke and lit the joint. Man, was I high! When we finished the joint, Nancy leaned against me and thanked me for the ride. I responded by putting my arm around her and kissing the back of her neck. She quickly turned around and gave me a deep French kiss, while one hand rested on my crotch. I cupped one of her tits with one hand and unzipped her dress with the other. I could feel her nipple harden under my touch. I quickly undressed and led Nancy back to the bedroom. We fell on her bed in an embrace. I kissed and nibbled her tits until they were at full attention. I was a little surprised to see that they remained perfectly upright and firm, with those delicious quarter-size nipples all erect. Nancy was moaning from the workout I was giving her and she begged me to fuck her, but I had a few other ideas in mind, first.
When I was through with her tits, I slowly kissed my way down her flat tummy to her panties. They were soaked, and there was a huge, dark stain on the blue silk. I jokingly said that she didn’t get to the head in time. She said between gasps that it had been that way ever since she was on my bike. I kissed and licked the edge of her panties and slowly pulled them off. By now, Nancy was a wildcat. I blew on her pussy, very happy to see soft, blond pussy hair. It was the color of wheat, and was she wet! She said, “My God, are you going to put your
tongue
in there?” I guess her last boyfriend, when he got past the grope sessions, didn’t do a whole lot with her besides fucking her that once. I smiled and shot my tongue deep inside, sucking on the lips. Nancy arched her back and screamed with pleasure when I nibbled her clit. She came in waves, and I flipped her over and went to work on her ass, watching that puckered little hole contract as I ran my tongue from her pussy right up her crack. She was almost delirious, having climaxed five or six times. I rolled her back over, and slowly entered her. I’m no John C. Holmes, but my six and one-half inches seemed like enough. One thing, when I’m high, I can fuck forever. For an underfucked chick like Nancy, I thought, she sure was enjoying herself. After about fifteen minutes, I could tell she was starting to come again, so I began to really pump. Just as I started to shoot, Nancy started bucking and damn near threw me off the bed. Then she grabbed my ass and pulled my cock in even farther, until we were both spent. I lay down on top of her, and we kissed, then fell asleep, my prick still in her.
This morning was even better. Nancy’s learning how to give head, and I am one patient teacher! One thing, though. I asked her what it was that had attracted her to me. She said my eyes really turned her on. Thank God for green eyes!—
Name and address withheld