Letters to Penthouse XI (21 page)

In less than a minute she began to come in a wave of orgasmic contractions that seemed to last forever. The sights and sounds and sensations of this incredible scene brought me to orgasm as well. I shot my load fiercely into her spasming asshole, and we collapsed onto the bed.

Since this adventure we have continued to expand our horizons. We have tried some other toys and positions that have brought us to new heights of ecstasy. Jenny continues to amaze and thrill me. I don't know why I waited so long to share my true feelings with her, but better late than never.—
W.M., Chevy Chase, Maryland

A STUDENT TEACHES HIS SEXY PROFESSOR A THING OR TWO ABOUT THE ART OF JERKING OFF

I am a nineteen-year-old college freshman, and I recently had a most unusual conference with my English professor. I guess most people think of professors as men in their late forties or older, but I had lucked into a class taught by an attractive woman in her late thirties, who was in excellent physical condition.

We were sitting at a table in her office talking about my work for her class when, unexpectedly and to my great surprise, she brought the conversation around to the subject of masturbation. When she started talking about it I was quite embarrassed and found myself beginning to sweat. I guess I'd always thought of her as being above such mortal needs as sexual satisfaction. But as she went on I became more aware of her as a human being with desires like everybody else.

She talked about how lonely she felt in her big house on the other side of town and explained that sometimes the only release she got was through intense masturbation. Then she asked me for my thoughts on the subject.

To tell you the truth, I was so taken aback I didn't know what to say. Finally I thought, what the hell, took a deep breath, and just said what came into my head.

“Well, to get relaxed,” I began, “I put on a little AC/DC, lie down on my bed, pop in my favorite porno flick with the mute button on, apply a little lubrication and get a good rhythm going.” I couldn't believe I was actually confessing my most private activity to, of all people, my English professor!

“You know,” she said thoughtfully, “I've never seen a man actually doing that. Would you mind giving me a demonstration?”

A demonstration? I was flabbergasted. I couldn't even speak. Then I felt her foot running up my leg under the table. She wriggled it up my thighs and into my crotch, creating a huge bulge in my pants. I managed to stutter, “Uh, sure. Yeah, I guess that would be cool. Do you want to go back to my place?” To this day, I can't figure out why I said that. My place is a pigsty I share with two other guys. This year alone, it probably produced at least three species of bacteria previously unknown to man.

But we went to my place. Luckily, my roommates were out and the professor didn't comment on our housekeeping. She just went into the bathroom and found a bottle of my finest baby oil. Then she led me into the bedroom and helped me remove my pants and shorts before sitting down with me on the bed. She stared at me with expectation.

My cock wasn't hard yet, and if she expected me to just start off like a horny jackrabbit, it wasn't going to happen. I told her I was feeling a little self-conscious. I still thought of her as an authority figure and was finding it difficult to get it up. She just smiled, then lifted up her pleated skirt to reveal her lovely pink slit. I nearly fell over. She wasn't wearing panties and my cock began stiffening immediately.

Gazing at my growing schlong, she brought her hand to her crotch and slowly eased her index finger into her moist cunt. She smiled as she did this, saying, “I see I've managed to get your attention.” She giggled and rolled her head back and forth as she placed a second finger inside her sweet juicy snatch.

I was fully erect now and had to relieve my lust. I applied some of the oil to my boner and began jerking my meat so hard I thought I might rip it off. This got the lady excited because she started finger-fucking herself harder than before.

In a few moments I felt the warmth of an oncoming orgasm. I heard my professor softly mewling as she approached her own climax. Then she began vibrating, her breasts and thighs quivering. That did it! I had to blow my wad then and there. I stroked so fast my hand was a blur. Soon my cock shot forth a stream of hot, creamy come all over the front of her skirt and thighs. It must have startled her because she later confessed to me that she'd never seen a man shoot so far and hard before.

A few days later I was pleasantly surprised to find a smiley face drawn on my English exam paper. I must have made a few brownie points!—
R.Q., Tampa, Florida

HER BOYFRIEND WORKED FOR A HOCKEY TEAM, SO SHE GAVE HIM A REALLY BIG PUCK

My boyfriend Tom worked as a referee for the Western Hockey League. At the beginning of last season he bought me a season ticket for one of the special spectator's boxes at our local arena.

Most of the time when Tom was working the games, I sat with his family in a lower section of the stadium; but on the nights he was off, he and I would watch the game from our private box. After the first few times I began to fantasize about having a wild sexual encounter in that box, but because the arena was his place of employment, I wasn't sure how Tom would react. So I didn't say anything.

But as the season was coming to an end, I decided I had to give it a try. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I figured I would just make it up as I went along. After all, we always had great sex together, and whatever I did, I knew he'd enjoy it.

It was one of the last games of the season. Tom and I always arrived early for the games, going in through a special entrance with the other referees. That way I could see the refs and the players getting ready for the game. It turned me on to see how and where they prepared. Passing the changing rooms we could catch the scent of young men sweating from their pre-game workout. It excited me deeply.

Tom and I made our way up the stairs to our box. Almost immediately the waitress appeared at our door, asking if we would like a beverage or anything to eat. We both ordered a drink, and when she brought them I quietly told her that we wouldn't be needing anything else during the game.

Through the big glass window I saw the arena lights go down as the National Anthem began playing on the sound system. Tom removed his coat, then moved toward me to help me with mine. I stood there and let him unbutton my floor-length overcoat. By the time he reached the third button he stopped in surprise. Under the coat I was wearing nothing but a chain-linked black bra, a black leather G-string and spiked heels.

Tom closed the coat quickly and asked what the hell I was thinking. I had to laugh at the expression on his face. I told him to just relax, sit down and enjoy whatever happened. I could see how nervous he was but I knew that once things got started, he would soon forget where we were and let everything take its course.

I opened the coat again and finished undoing the buttons. I slowly slid the coat off my bare left shoulder, and then off the right one. Then I let it fall and stood in front of him in my near-nudity. His face was a faint shade of red, and the way he was squirming in his seat was so cute. I liked to see him squirm once in a while. It seemed to bring out the boy in him.

I turned my back to him and slowly bent over to spread my coat out on the floor, knowing that my ass, with the butterfly tattoo that turned him on so much, was almost directly in his face. Then I proceeded to lie down on my coat, face up.

As I sprawled there in front of him I reached behind me to unhook my bra, then slowly pushed the straps down over my shoulders. It was a little chilly in the room, which caused my exposed nipples to harden almost instantly. I placed my index finger and thumb in my mouth to moisten them, then brought them to the hard pink nubbins, rubbing and playing with them, until they were so stiff you could have hung a baseball cap from either one.

I undid the clip on the left side of my G-string, slowly lifting my right leg up in the air to take it off. This gave Tom a clear view of my bald, open pussy. As I brought my leg back down I placed my foot on his crotch, wriggling the toe of my spike-heeled shoe against his semihard penis. Again I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them, but this time I lowered them to my naked pussy, pushing two of them inside and letting my flowing juices get them even wetter. I slid my index finger up to my clit, rubbing and stroking it until my legs began to quiver. My fingers pumped in and out of my now wet pussy, slowly, then faster. My ass rose and fell rhythmically. With my other hand I cupped my right tit, bringing it to my mouth. My tongue quickly flicked over my nipple and I began to suck on it. After a minute I released it, removed my fingers from my dripping pussy and brought them up to my mouth, sucking them and thoroughly enjoying the taste of my own juices.

Tom couldn't sit still and watch anymore. He swiftly lowered his pants and came toward me. I stopped him, stood him in front of the big window and knelt down in front of him, placing the head of his cock in my mouth. My tongue circled around the tip, then traveled down the iron-hard shaft. I began to lick and suck his balls, my warm tongue moving underneath them and flicking rapidly up and down until I felt him quivering with desire.

Now he reached down to pull me to my feet. His hand went between my legs, his fingers probing my pussy and stroking and rubbing my clit as I squirmed against him. Neither of us could wait any longer. I found his stiff throbbing cock with my fingers and guided it into me. We began to make love right there against the window.

The moment was too intense for us to worry about whether or not we were being watched. Tom leaned against the glass with my body wrapped around him, holding me by the ass and virtually bouncing me up and down on his stiffly straining prick. I writhed and moaned, finally bursting into an orgasm as he blew his warm load deep into my pussy. Then we dropped to the floor, dripping with perspiration and love juice.

After we recovered our senses and gathered our clothes, we looked out the window to see how the game was going. Only then did we realize that
we
were the game. We had been on the big-screen arena TV all along. Everybody, including fans, vendors and even players, had watched our sexual encounter!

Needless to say, we were embarrassed, but we had had so much fun that at that point neither of us minded very much. Of course, Tom had to look for another job, but even he said it was worth it!—
Name and address withheld

A WILDLY EROTIC ENCOUNTER WITH A SEXY BELLY DANCER. OR IS IT ALL JUST A DREAM?

The sweet pungent scent of incense filled the dimly lit room. She sauntered onto the dance floor with arms and hip movements designed to mesmerize any healthy man. She appeared to be double-jointed; it seemed to be the only explanation for the movements she was making with her hips and pelvis. I watched her with fascination, thinking of how I would love to be the recipient of those movements in private.

The hypnotic lighting seemed to emanate from the sequins on her scanty costume and from the jewel fixed in her belly button. I was comfortably situated on several of the multi-colored pillows that were strewn around the room. I had to strategically place one of them in front of me so she couldn't see the effect she was having on me. Her snake-like arm movements combined with the rolling undulations of her hips and belly were causing my manhood to rise to the occasion.

The music was exotic, almost tribal. She noticed my intense stare and locked eyes with me. The rest of her well-choreographed dance appeared to be performed for me alone. Her pelvis, along with her wispy fingers, lunged in my direction and then retracted. Her teasing aura was intoxicating. She danced around me like a harem girl enticing my soul.

At the end of the dance she dropped into my lap, her arms thrown overhead and her legs tucked under her. I didn't know what to do, but before I could move, the next song began, a slow, seductive melody. Squirming off my lap, she proceeded to perform this new dance entirely on the floor, like a snake. Her movements were slow, methodical and sensuous: She used her eyes, her mouth, her tongue, her hips, her arms, her hands and her chest in the performance of this horizontal dance.

I'd never seen an entire dance performed lying down, but it was stimulating to say the least. Her moves took on a life of their own. She teasingly maneuvered her flexible body all around me, using her veil to help entrap me. I was completely under her spell. She had to be a temptress, a sorceress, because I was truly spellbound. All I could think of was that I wanted to be completely naked in front of her as she danced around me, anticipating the moment when she would be dancing
on
me.

In my mind I was lying face up, with my sinuous dancer undulating her hips and performing belly rolls while sitting on my face. I was trying to hold on to her fluid hips while performing my oral specialty. My tongue was her cobra, darting in and out of her pussy as she bore down on me, coming against my mouth. She was feathering her fingers across my chest, then leaning all the way back, touching her shoulders to the floor while screaming out in pure ecstasy. As she sat up again, leaning over me, I slid my mouth upward, licking the jewel in her naval as I worked my way up to her sequined bra.

Her breasts were heaving with each breath she took, small beads of sweat adorning the upper slopes of those marvelous melons. I opened the bra, and several coins fell out of it, tributes that others had paid to her dancing. I traced her stiff red nipples with my tongue, which made her squirm, her crotch performing figure-eights against my body. Her inner thighs clutched my right leg and she proceeded to ride it, rubbing her clit hard against me. This Aphrodite didn't need my dick to satisfy her. She used whatever I had that was available.

However, I was becoming quite uncomfortable; the serpent in my pants needed unleashing. Without missing a lick, I unzipped myself to free my straining cock. I rubbed it eagerly against her wet belly, and she proceeded to clamp down on it with her inner thighs and ride it back and forth—but without allowing it to enter her juicy hole. Just before I exploded she spun around on her knees, and in a second she had engulfed my dick with her warm wet mouth. It was phenomenal!