Letters to Penthouse IV (12 page)
Kathy finally decided to end the combat and pushed me roughly to the floor. I could offer no resistance as she rolled me on my back, straddled my chest, planted her knees on my forearms, and pinned me down. I was completely helpless. Looking up at the cruel smile on my sister’s lips, I knew I was in for trouble.
The other girls sat down next to me, laughing and teasing me about having been beaten at wrestling by my little sister. My face flushed red from embarrassment. Then one of the girls pulled down my underpants and uncovered my erection. “What do you think of my
big
brother?” Kathy asked her friends.
“I bet we can make him even bigger,” one of them replied. I felt the girls teasing my prick and balls, rubbing their hands over my crotch until I thought I would go crazy. The whole time this was going on, Kathy looked down at me with satisfaction and amusement. Finally, my cock could take no more teasing, and I came all over myself. The five girls applauded.
Kathy and her friends were far from finished with me. After talking among themselves for a few moments, they stripped off my clothes and dragged me to the bathroom, where they cleaned me up and, to my complete chagrin, shaved all the hair from my legs. After that, they led me to Kathy’s bedroom and forced me to dress up in my sister’s clothing.
At first I refused to cooperate, but the girls insisted that this was a girls-only slumber party. They added that if I did not do as they ordered, they would spank me. I had no choice but to give in to their demands. I was forced to put on panties, a bra (which they padded with some of my sister’s socks), a pair of thigh-high white stockings, a white blouse, short blue skirt, and ankle boots with high heels. (Sharon donated the boots, because my feet were too big to fit into Kathy’s shoes.)
After I was dressed, the girls manicured my nails, made up my face, clipped on earrings, and fitted me with one of my mother’s wigs. When they were finished, they forced me to stand in front of a full-length mirror and gaze at myself. I couldn’t believe my eyes! I had been completely transformed! I looked exactly like a girl! I was even pretty!
During the rest of the night, the girls did everything they could think of to humiliate me further. I was forced to wait on each of them hand and foot, and to endure their endless pinches and squeezes. They made me pose while they took pictures of me. At one point, two of the girls escorted me around the block. As we walked I was actually trembling, afraid that one of my friends or neighbors would see me in my feminine garb.
Finally, as the ultimate humiliation, one of the girls pulled me across her lap, lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties, and spanked me until I was begging for mercy. Following that, I was forced to stand in the corner for an hour with my panties down around my ankles, holding my skirt above my waist so that all the girls could look at my red fanny.
At last the girls decided it was time to go to bed. I had to undress each one and help her into her nightclothes. The girls then undressed me, put me into a babydoll nightie and panties, and sent me to bed. Before I fell asleep, they all came into my room, one at a time, to kiss me good-night. The last one to come in was Sharon, and she gave me a great blow job.
That experience was at the same time the most humiliating of my life and the most sexually exciting thing that has ever happened to me. Since that night I have been an avid fan of female domination, and have often wished that I could find a woman willing to dominate me. Until I do, I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with my memories.—
Name and address withheld
TEACHER EDUCATES BARE-ASSED COEDS OVER HIS KNEE
I am an avid reader of
Penthouse Letters
and am particularly interested in the letters about spanking. I think your readers will find my experiences interesting.
I am a teaching assistant at a large Midwest university. About a month ago I left some books in my office and had to return late at night to get them. When I got there I found two of my female students copying a test. After surprising them I told them that either I would have to report them or arrive at some other form of punishment. They didn’t want to be expelled, so they agreed to accept whatever punishment I prescribed. I decided on spanking. At first they protested, but they eventually accepted my terms. The terms were that they would be spanked in three installments on weekends when the office building was empty. Linda decided to go first, leaving Susan with a whole week of anticipation.
I got to the office early that Saturday and Linda was waiting for me. She seemed too much at ease for someone in her position; I couldn’t figure it out. I got the hairbrush (which I procured just for the occasion) from my desk. She was all smiles as she crawled over my knees. Then I found out why she was so confident. I could see the faint outline of a magazine under her jeans! I pulled her off my lap and she immediately knew I was onto her. I told her that for such a trick she would receive all her spankings on the bare behind. She pleaded with me, but eventually submitted. She blushed from head to toe as she removed her panties. She was very careful not to expose anything as she once again crawled over my knees. I lectured her for five minutes on the evils of cheating, the whole time enjoying the view of her plump behind. Then I began spanking. I took my time, leaving four to five seconds between each swat. She maintained her composure for the first ten swats, then she broke down, lost all modesty and began kicking and crying wildly. Each time the paddle landed, her behind jiggled and she let out a loud yelp. As she wiggled and squirmed to try to avoid the blows, I saw everything she had tried so hard to conceal. When I finished the forty strokes her rear was a deep crimson. I stood her in a corner until she stopped crying. As she was putting her clothes on, she said that she was sorry and had deserved everything she got.
The next week, Susan showed up fifteen minutes late. I used her tardiness as an excuse to spank her on the bare bottom, too. When I told her to take off her dress I found that she didn’t have on a bra. As she stood there naked, Susan was even more embarrassed than Linda had been. I had her fetch the hairbrush from the desk and then bend over my knees. Her behind turned red fast, and she seemed to be suffering more than Linda had, so I set the brush aside and finished with a hand spanking. The difference was phenomenal. The hand spanking was much more sensual. I could feel the warmth and the quivering of her behind as I landed each spank. When it was over, I couldn’t resist rubbing her bottom. I continued until she stopped crying. After she was dressed, she kissed me passionately on the mouth and then ran out.
Since then, I have spanked each girl again and they each have once more to go. I begin with the brush and then use my hand. I am looking for ways to get more of my students over my knee in the future. Overall, I think spanking is fairer than expulsion for first-time cheating.—
Name and address withheld
A BARE-ASS PADDLING AND AN EARNEST FUCK GET HER INITIATED
I never thought it could happen to me, but it did. I am a student at a very small private college in the San Francisco Bay Area and a member of a small but close-knit professional fraternity that has been predominantly male in the past. This semester, however, we decided to initiate some female members and were surprised by the number of responses we got. The frat brothers were delighted with the upcoming initiation ritual, and one pledge in particular.
Julie was a newly elected cheerleader, with the body to prove it. Her silken spun-gold curls cascaded lightly to her beautiful tan shoulders. Her smile revealed gorgeous, full lips and gleaming white teeth. As you watched her speak, it was hard not to envision how it would feel to taste that mouth. Her limbs were long and firm and slightly muscular, due to the exercise she got as a cheerleader. Her breasts, enormous but firm, jiggled slightly as she walked. Her pretty ass fetchingly filled out the gym shorts she always wore to tantalize the guys. When she was wearing bikini shorts, you could see her tan lines and imagine the luscious, creamy-smooth skin underneath the nylon fabric. Just watching her was a sexual experience.
As pledge-master I planned special activities for her just so I could spend more time with her. When the big week rolled around, I summoned Julie to my room late one night and informed her (falsely) that she might not make it to the final ceremony, due to some seldom-used fraternity bylaws. I made it clear to her that the decision rested in my hands. She begged and pleaded for me to reconsider, whereupon I told her that there might be something she could do. My manhood swelled in anticipation as I explained the task. She considered the proposition, and then, coming to a decision, began to unbutton her thin silk tunic. Sliding it from her golden limbs, she revealed her magnificent white breasts with their hard, brown nipples. She beckoned to me, and I approached, my desire obliterating all other thoughts from my mind. Her trembling fingers lightly unbuckled my belt and slid my jeans to the floor. Some of her nervousness rubbed off on me and I trembled as I placed her hands on my erect warrior.
After she’d stroked it for several moments, I felt a rising excitement and tore her skirt away from her hips. Quivering, she pulled her panties down and kicked them away with her perfectly formed feet. She had revealed a neatly trimmed bush with a slight glistening wetness visible on her pussy’s lips. I gestured toward the pledge paddle hanging above the bookshelf, and her eyes grew wide. After she’d handed it to me, I made her bend over and hold her ankles, and then I gave her one stroke for every demerit she had accumulated. She cried out in painful pleasure with each whack, and her cheeks turned a shade closer to our fraternity colors of purple and red.
Upon completion of my disciplinary duties, I saw the erotic love juices flowing freely down Julie’s legs. Still bending over her, I thrust the handle of the paddle between her wet cunt-lips. She dropped to her knees, moaning with pleasure. She herself worked the handle deeper and deeper into herself, twisting and turning it to suit her enjoyment. Turned on by this, I dropped to my knees and thrust my tongue as deeply into her asshole as I could. She yelped to indicate her satisfaction and breathed very heavily so that her enormous chest expanded and contracted seductively. She was still unsatisfied, though, and turned around to face me. Then, with incredible strength, she made me lie on my back so she could straddle my hips. In this position, she guided my cock into her love crevice, rotating her hips and pelvis in rhythm to a song that only she heard.
With her eyes closed tight in ecstasy and her head thrown back, Julie came in a powerful rush. She gripped my ass with her clawlike fingernails and I came immediately after her. Our juices mingled in her steaming cauldron, and we fell to the floor in each other’s arms. We made love again the next morning, missing all our early classes.
In my opinion, Julie had passed the fraternity initiation with flying colors. The official ceremony a few days later was a breeze for her, and we have since relived our own private ceremony several times. We take our fraternal bond very seriously.—
Name and address withheld
HE SUCKS HIS OWN COCK WHILE UNDER THE KITCHEN SINK
The
Penthouse Letters
articles I enjoy the most are about autofellatio. For other readers who enjoy this subject, I would like to describe how I go about getting into position and relate some of the feelings I get doing myself.
First off, there are two positions I can get into to suck my cock. The one I prefer is to lie naked in front of my kitchen sink and take a small pillow and put it underneath my neck. Then I bring my legs up over my head and place my feet under the bottom of the sink. This brings my cock so it is right up over my head and not very far from my mouth. Then I take hold of my cock and bring it to my mouth and lick the head of it so it gets all wet and slippery. Soon I have a good hard-on. This permits my cock to slide easily into my mouth. By this time my cock is so hard and so hot, it is touching my lips. Now I place both of my hands on the back of my hips and pull them forward, sliding my dick into my waiting mouth. I am able to get the head all the way into my mouth so my lips are around the neck of my cock. Also, I am able to move my hips back and forth, all the while moving my cock in and out of my mouth. While I am thrusting my cock, I move my stomach muscles just right, and come begins oozing into my mouth. It does not take me long to get real hot and ready to shoot a load of come. But since I don’t like to come right away, when I feel myself starting to come, I let my cock slip out of my mouth and rest for a while. I like to suck on it for about half an hour or until I get so hot I can’t hold back anymore. Then I let myself go, filling my mouth with my delicious come. And I swallow it as it flows into my mouth.
The second position is to lie on my back and put my arms down between my legs. Then I roll on my back and bring both legs up and put them behind my head. With a good hard-on, my cock meets my mouth so I can suck it. This is very hard, so I don’t do it this way very much.
I don’t in any way feel that I am doing wrong by sucking my own cock. I have been doing this for about fifteen years now. When I first started, I couldn’t get my cock far enough into my mouth so that I could really enjoy it. But I really wanted to suck myself off. I knew if I kept trying, someday I would be able to get the head of my cock all the way into my mouth. When I did get it in all the way the first time, it was a very wonderful feeling.
The reason why it is so easy for me to suck my own cock is that it measures seven-and-a-half inches with a good hard-on. When I first started sucking my cock, it measured only five-and-a-half inches. I knew I would have to make it longer. I know people have said you cannot make your prick longer, but that is a bunch of bullshit. The way I made mine longer was that every chance I got to be alone I would take it out of my pants and play with it. I would put my fingers at the base of it and draw the foreskin back as far as it would go and pull on the shaft.