As I pushed my dick into her face, I wanted more of her finger in my ass. But when I pushed my ass down further onto her finger, my cock slid away from her mouth! The exquisite joy and tension were driving me crazy! My own pumping got faster, until Gillian knew the moment was near. Watching her suck me, with one hand on my pole and the other on her clit, sent me into ecstasy. I told her I was going to come, and she pulled my cock out of her mouth to watch. I erupted with a thousand pounds of pressure per square millimeter.
Come went everywhere! There is nothing remarkable about my prick, but when I shoot it seems like it will never end. That had been true since I first masturbated, and still is today. After a few jets, Gillian tried to swallow the rest of my cream, but it just kept going, and when she pulled my penis out again, still spasming and dribbling, she grinned and giggled like a little kid.
After resting her cheek on my spent rod, she reached up to offer me a gentle kiss. I had tasted my own come once before, but this time it was much more salty because of the sweat. Gillian and I lay together awhile before noticing that we were covered with grass stains and come. Then we heard a car in the driveway in front of her house. Gillian kissed me and ran into the house naked. As I quickly put my shorts back on, I looked up to see her wave from her upstairs bathroom window before jumping into the shower.
Then I noticed something else. On the opposite end of the upstairs level was a full-length window in a separate bedroom. Gillian’s nineteen-year-old brother was standing there with his pants down to his knees pulling on his pecker. Evidently he had been watching us the whole time, and was now so involved in his own fantasy that he hadn’t noticed that we were finished. I watched as he exploded come on the window, then I snuck away.
Gillian and I had other adventures, which I’ll relate in later letters.—
H.P., Sarasota, Florida
ONE-WOMAN LEAGUE OF NATIONS OFFERS MORE THAN HANDS ACROSS THE WATER
My wife Allison and I are avid readers of
Penthouse Letters
. We’ve recently developed a hobby which may be of interest to your readers. In brief, this hobby consists of her seeing, from amongst her lovers, how many countries she can collect.
Allison is a gorgeous blonde who sticks out in back and front in an enticing way. We have been very happily married for eight years. Our sex life at first was outstanding, but over time it gradually deteriorated. For some time, we had discussions as to what to do about this. Finally, Allison suggested that what she needed was more variety in her sex life. I agreed that it would be good to try this out, even though she wouldn’t agree to my following the same course of action.
My wife works in an office where there are many visitors from other countries. It seemed the ideal setup for our new hobby. The male visitors are all capable, sophisticated gentlemen, generally without any accompanying spouse, who have an appreciation for good-looking girls and a desire for blonde Americans and their sexual favors. In addition, they stay at elegant hotels, which are quite suitable for extramarital sex events. The fact that these eligible studs are here for only short periods of time eliminates the problem of possible long-term emotional attachment.
So, we began the “foreign assistance project,” and it has turned out to be a huge success. A little flirtation from Allison almost always brought forth an invitation for dinner and a few drinks afterward. This would be followed inevitably by an invitation to the stud’s bedroom, with invariably interesting results.
In the first year of the game, Allison chalked up the following countries for her collection: Canada, Costa Rica, Ecuador, France, Honduras, India, Ireland, Japan, Liberia, Nigeria, Russia and Saudi Arabia. She had many exciting experiences, and even learned some new tricks, which happily she shared with me in both words and action. For example, there were some interesting variations of cunt-eating from the French entry, some new twists in the cocksucking field from a Saudi prince, and a new position for fucking from the Honduran.
Allison’s goal is to be sucked and fucked by macho guys from at least half the countries in the United Nations. In any event, our sex life has been greatly enhanced—my wife’s by the additional and greatly varied activity, and mine by the terrific improvement in our joint lovemaking, as well as the thrill of hearing about her sexual exploits with so many different men. The only problem is that I can’t get her to permit me to undertake a similar project. However, I’m trying hard to convince her, and very much hope that I’ll soon be successful.—
L.L., New York, New York
THE BIGGER THE BETTER, SAYS ONE WOMAN WHO HAS BEEN THERE
I’ve seen in many sex surveys the question of whether women prefer large penises to smaller ones. For my part, there’s no question. I prefer the big ones.
Several years ago I met Georgie at a going-away party for one of my coworkers. He was slightly younger than I am, tall and slender, with a dazzling smile.
Georgie and I hit it off immediately, and by the end of our second date I knew that I would be sleeping with him. To skip the preliminaries, we ended up at his place. After some kissing, he removed my top and began to gently suck on my nipples. He then moved further and started to caress my moist pussy. I was getting hotter by the minute. When he finally moved between my legs and started licking me out, I came within seconds. Georgie was patient, though, and ate me to two more fantastic orgasms before coming up for air.
I felt that I should do something to return the favor so I began to remove his pants, which of course he had no objection to. When I finally grasped his cock in the dim light, I thought to myself, this can’t be real. I couldn’t see exactly how big it was, but I could definitely tell it was bigger than any cock I had held before. I couldn’t even get my hand around it. I did my best to give him a good sucking, but it consisted mainly of licking the shaft and the underside of his balls. After several minutes of my eager if unsuccessful attempts, Georgie suggested that I lie down.
I was a little apprehensive at first, but when I felt the bulbous cockhead touch my pussy lips I knew that I wanted it all inside me. Georgie rubbed his monster at the entrance of my cooze for a minute, then started to make his entry. As his cock slowly nudged forward I could feel my pussy stretch to let him inside. He wasn’t even fully inside when I felt a climax building. I came once very powerfully, and then began a succession of what I can only describe as miniorgasms. After about every fifth miniorgasm I would have another huge one. And he wasn’t even all the way in yet! Finally Georgie got all the way inside me, and truly gave me one of the best fucks I’ve ever had. He pumped in and out with a steady rhythm that rolled me from one orgasm to another.
When he finally came he was so deep inside that I could feel his boner twitching and spurting his load. We lay still for several minutes, and even after he had stopped coming I had another climax.
The next morning in full light I was able to really take a look at that monster, and was truly amazed to discover that it was even bigger than I had thought. I once measured it at just under eleven inches long and five inches around. One time I climaxed a total of twenty-three times with the help of Georgie and his fabulous tool.
We continued to see each other for several months, until Georgie was transferred across the country. I’ve heard that he is married now, and I can’t help but be a little jealous of his wife and the great sex she’s having with him. I have been with a few other men since Georgie, but none has ever been able to drive me the way he could.
To sum up my feelings about big cocks: Ladies, if you’ve never had a monster dick churning inside of your pussy, you are truly missing out on one of the most pleasurable experiences a woman can ever have. Of course, if Georgie hadn’t been so patient about getting me good and wet and ready for his monster, I might have been less enthusiastic, but the combination of a big dick and good technique is unbeatable.—
R.G., Boston, Massachusetts
NOW THAT YOU’RE GROWN UP, YOU CAN SCREW RIGHT HERE IN THE FRONT SEAT
My wife and I were returning from a vacation up north when I asked her to play a game to kill time on the road. We started asking each other questions that we had to be completely truthful about and both answer.
One question she asked me was, “What would you do if you could be a member of the opposite sex for a day?” Part of my answer was that I wanted to have sex with two men and a woman at the same time. Roxanne asked me how I would feel if she did that. I said that I didn’t know, but that I would be as supportive as possible.
One question I asked was, “What was the most erotic thing you’ve ever done in a car?” Roxanne said that hers was giving me a blowjob while a friend of ours was in the backseat. That was mine as well, actually, but she asked me to tell her about something else I’d done. I told her about a girlfriend who had stripped while we drove down the interstate so that I could masturbate her. After she came, she knelt on the seat with her ass against the window, so that truckers could see her pussy, and she gave me a blowjob.
Roxanne asked me if I wanted her to do that. I felt selfish, but said, “Sure!”
Roxanne pulled off her sweater, dress and panties and placed her back against the passenger door. She spread her legs, one foot on the dash and one on my seat back, so that I could easily get at her pussy with my free hand. I could smell the sweet, pungent aroma of her sex and it made me dizzy with lust. When I stroked her pouting labia with my fingers she was soaking wet. I plunged into her with my forefinger, and she softly and sexily moaned and moved her pussy against my hand for more penetration. As her moaning became louder and her bucking became more urgent, I put two fingers into her and began to rub her straining clit with my thumb. She looked so beautiful, caught up in herself, with her hair in her face and her exquisite skin pale in the cloudy moonlight.
Soon her breathing quickened and she began to shudder as she frantically impaled herself on my fingers. The orgasm that rocked her seemed to start deep in her stomach, and rolled out to her sexy toes and fingertips.
Once Roxanne caught her breath, she decided it was my turn to come. She unzipped my jeans and delicately began licking and sucking my cock. As she went down on me, she made little moaning sounds and began to sway her beautiful ass. I began to rub her bottom with my right hand and slid a finger into her soaking pussy from behind. The more I masturbated her, the more enthusiastically she worked her mouth and tongue on my dick.
I started to gently finger Roxanne’s asshole between rubbing her ass and fingering her cunt. She stopped sucking me long enough to push her long red curls aside and say, “That’s it. Shove it in there, Christopher! I want to feel you in my ass!” I was already loving the feeling of Roxanne working on my cock as I attempted to drive down the coast, but I was elated by her request.
I began to finger her harder and with a more deliberate rhythm. She responded by sucking me more vigorously and moaning around my cock with each stroke. Roxanne’s mouth and moans were slowly but surely driving me to the edge, and I was more than ready to come.
I said, “Suck my cock like you mean it, girl!” With that encouragement, she began bobbing her head and sucking me like never before. I kept saying “That’s it! Suck it like you mean it!” I continued to shove a finger into her butt, and soon felt myself going over the edge. I exploded into her warm, waiting mouth with an orgasm that left me quivering and breathless.
Roxanne kept sucking me until I was hard again. Then she sat back against the passenger door. With her legs spread wide, she plunged two fingers into her cunt. After a few seconds, she pulled them out so that I could taste her wonderful juices. She was so wet and tasty that I was quickly ready for more driving fun.
Roxanne was ready for some driving fun too, but the driving she wanted was my cock in her glistening pussy. She leaned forward slightly and said with authority, “I want you to stop the car and fuck me. Now!” Then she began sucking me again while I looked for a place to pull off the road.
We parked in a turnout in front of a farm. Roxanne reclined her seat as far as possible while I stripped. She turned around and lay down on the seat with her bottom slightly raised so that I could fuck her from behind. As enticing as fucking her was at that moment, I couldn’t help stopping and sampling her sweet pussy. After a few licks she looked over her shoulder and said, “Fuck me, damn it!” I raised myself level with her ass and slowly pushed my throbbing cock into her. She was so hot! It felt like the muscles of her vagina were pulling me into her.
After a few minutes like this, we switched our positions so that she was facing me with her knees up high. I started with long, slow strokes again as Roxanne quietly exhorted me to fuck her. I started talking to her about the earlier fantasy of being with two men and a woman at the same time. I asked her if she would like someone to fuck her from behind while someone else worked his cock into her little mouth and down her throat. Would that turn her on? Would she cry out with pleasure?
Needless to say, all this fantasizing and her hot body had made me pick up my pace. I was tearing in and out of her pussy like I was one of the men I had been describing. It was incredible! We were making so much noise I’m surprised that the farmer didn’t come outside to see what was going on. Roxanne began to come again, with another tremendous rolling orgasm. I love looking into her eyes while I can feel her coming.
We quietly put our clothes back on and started down the coast again toward home with a twinkle in our eyes and the smell of sex filling the car.—
C.L., Palo Alto, California
TALK ABOUT GETTING IT ON BEHIND YOUR PARENTS’ BACKS!
There’s a thrill to screwing in secret, right under the nose of someone who has no idea of what’s going on. My wife and I were near the end of a long trip, vacationing with both sets of our parents. My wife Lisette’s parents were driving the minivan, my parents were in the middle seat and we were in the back. The interstate stretched for miles ahead of us, and we sat silently in the dark, for after a week together there was little small talk left. Lisette had fallen asleep with her head on my lap, and I was in that mesmerized state you get in when waiting for the highway to end.