Penthouse (25 page)
Instead, I just kept playing with her. After a few minutes, I bent my head and sucked on her nipples. That was enough for her, and she instantly came on my hand. I pulled my hand up and she watched me as I licked her come off each of my fingers. She had come so much, it was all over my hand and in between my fingers. She tasted so good. I wish Marty had seen it, because he would have come on the spot. When she left, she told me to call her so that perhaps we could go shopping for some sexy, sleazy clothing to wear, and she would give me a personal lesson on stripping.
She winked at me, and we left the bedroom. When she left, Marty and I decided that Mabel was the hottest, most erotic woman we both had ever seen, and I guess we both knew that she would be a part of our lovemaking and fantasizing from then on. We both love to fantasize about her and think about what will happen the next time one of us invites her over for a dance. The next time we’ll make sure that she doesn’t have another appointment on the same night. Or maybe one night, we’ll both surprise her at the club where she dances. Either way, I’m sure I’ll have another story for
Penthouse
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—L. M., New York
Private Stag
I am a forty-one-year-old woman who became involved with a fifty-one-year-old man several months ago. He was already engaged to another woman, but I found him exciting and irresistible, and had to have him. We have carried on an affair for the past several months. Recently, he married his lucky fiancée.
A few days before his wedding, I gave him a private bachelor party. I explained that many bachelor parties have a whore, so I was his whore. I told him he should tell me what I do that he wants more of, what I do that I should stop, and what I should do, but have not.
He began by kissing me with those deep, forceful, tender kisses that drive me crazy. As I undressed him, I saw his cock had already risen to the occasion. We continued kissing and sucking and licking tits. My pussy was quickly wet, and he began to finger-fuck me ever so teasingly. I could feel the juices oozing out of my pussy, and I was ready to come already. But this was his party, and I was there to please him.
I made him lie down in the center of the bed. I began kissing him and slowly moved down to his nipples—I enjoy sucking them and rubbing them with my fingers. I flicked my tongue down his chest to his stomach and darted it in and out of his navel, and down to his cock. But being in a teasing mood, and knowing I had not even begun to carry out my plan, I avoided his cock, and tongued my way down his legs and back up to his balls. After kissing and sucking his balls, I let my tongue slide up his cock, over the head, and back up his stomach and chest. His cock was hard and ready, so I was ready to begin.
First I danced an ostrich feather across his chest, lingering at each nipple, which stood erect in response. I repeated the same pattern with the feather as I had with my tongue. It moved slowly and lightly down his chest, stomach, and legs, and then up between his legs onto his balls, and over his cock. The feather danced up and down his body several times. As it moved up his cock, I followed it with the tip of my tongue. His cock responded by moving up to greet my tongue, on its head. When I felt he could endure no more of the feather, I moved into phase two of my desire to please him—serious cocksucking.
I am always searching for new ideas in cocksucking, so this pleasure trip had three stages. When I drink Greek ouzo, it warms my mouth and all the way down to my stomach. I took a mouthful of ouzo, held it, and went down on his cock—careful not to let the ouzo drip out of my mouth while I took in his full cock. The heated sensation drove him wild. He said his cock felt like it was on fire, creating that fine line between pleasure and pain. After swallowing all the ouzo, I rubbed hot massage oil all over his cock and began again. This time I had to breathe on the oiled cock while tasting it, to initiate the heated sensation. Once again, after tonguing his cock and balls, I took him in my mouth and began the up-and-down motion, working toward deep-throating him. By now he was ready to explode, but I held his cock, with pressure, to subdue him, and told him it was time to cool down. This time I filled my mouth with crushed ice and went down on him once more. He was ready to fuck, but I refused, even though I desperately wanted his big cock inside my pussy.
I left him lying there throbbing and told him to think about what he wanted to do next. I returned in a couple of minutes and he wanted more ouzo. After I repeated the mouthful of ouzo on his throbbing cock, he begged me to cool it down again, which I did, obediently. By now almost one and a half hours of licking, sucking, teasing, and eating had passed, and it was time to fuck. As he mounted me, I raised my legs into the air so his cock could penetrate deeply into my pussy. We fucked furiously. But all good things must end, and we both had to return to work after this extended lunch hour. I never did find out what he did not like.
—S. J., New Jersey
Birthday Bash
My husband, Harold, had had this fantasy of seeing me with another woman for a couple of years. Last June he finally was able to fulfill this fantasy, and it was even better than he could have imagined. Ever since he told me about this dream of his, I had been pondering the idea of having sexual relations with another woman. In May I started going to bars and nightclubs, searching for the perfect woman for a one-night stand. I didn’t tell my husband about my quest, so that it would be a surprise to him, perhaps a birthday present. A week or so before my husband’s birthday, I happened to meet Eva. I met the blonde beauty in what is commonly referred to as a lesbian bar. I asked the stunningly large-breasted twenty-one-year-old if she would mind coming over to our house on the night of June 5, about 5:45 P.M. The gorgeous blonde arrived perfectly on schedule, and immediately things started happening. When I opened the door, I saw that she had on a trench coat. She took it off, and I saw the sexiest lingerie ever made. I could see her huge tits right through the lingerie, and that made me horny enough. She walked right in, grabbing one of my breasts as she went by. She walked into the kitchen and cleared off the table with one swipe. She told me to lie down on the table, so I did.
I was only a rookie, under the spell of this seasoned veteran. I couldn’t believe I was having sex with such an attractive girl! She slowly stripped me, starting from the top. She began kissing me deeply, then moved down my neck. She slid the straps off my shoulders, and as she pulled my dress down she licked every inch of the way. At this point, I began to feel bad about letting her do all the work, so I pushed her off of me and mounted her. Taking off her lingerie, I started with a mouthful of her mammoth-size breasts. Then I licked my way down to her waiting, hungry snatch. I darted my tongue in and out as fast as I could, licking up her tasty juices. After getting my lips (and hers) wet, I got up, turned around, and slipped into an absolutely vicious sixty-nine. It was right about then that I felt Harold’s rock-hard eight-incher sliding in and out of me at an incredibly fast rate. I knew that he had been watching for a while, because his member was already covered in his own precome when it entered me. Eva rolled out from under me and stood up. I rolled over and watched Harold play with her enlarged nipples. It was driving all of us wild. Then I got up and gave Harold one of the best blowjobs ever. As he was taking it, he lay down and Eva sat on his face. He must have done well, because Eva’s groans became screams as she came to her first climax. She proceeded to roll off Harold and take a breather. Harold stood and picked me up off the table. Then he positioned me properly and did me doggie style until we came wonderfully. Then the three of us lay down on the table and caressed one another’s bodies as we kissed French style. This is now a regular occurrence around our house, and sometimes we even go to Eva’s apartment. Harold thinks that this was the best birthday present ever, and I happen to agree.
—J. S., Ontario
Winter Wonderland
I couldn’t quite decide what to do for my boyfriend’s upcoming birthday. It would be difficult to top the previous year’s champagne bubble bath. We were in a full-size, outdoor Jacuzzi, mirrored all around, with candles in the corners and an ample supply of bubbly. I scrubbed him from the top of his head—with a lengthy stop at his
other
head—to the tip of his toes. We kept dipping in and out of the tub, grabbing bursts of the cold North Dakota air. Most people don’t believe it, but we made passionate love seven times that evening. So you see why he was so anxious about this year’s surprise.
He picked me up on a Friday night, and we went for a casual dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. After dinner I suggested we go for a little drive. I led him along my predetermined path to the state’s large national forest. Unbeknownst to him, I had loaded all our ice-fishing gear and clothing into the back of the pickup truck. He had no idea of our destination until we came upon a log cabin, which was to be our love nest for the weekend. After unloading, setting up some tunes, and exploring our surroundings, we had a wild and loud fuck session in front of the large picture window, which had a view of the frozen lake. One of our long-standing birthday traditions is that he puts his perfectly greased, stiff shaft in my cunt from behind and rides me until one of us passes out from pleasure. I’ll never forget the feeling of my big nipples rubbing on the white bearskin rug as he rammed my beckoning hole.
The next morning we got up early and drove out onto the lake for some fishing excitement. He had no idea just how exciting it was going to get! We were all alone on this northern lake, surrounded only by abandoned cabins and cold wind. After our holes were dug and the poles positioned just right, I lay my man out on the ice. The look of excitement in his eyes was priceless. I unzipped his snowsuit and very slowly pulled out his beautiful pink prick. I maneuvered myself around so I could take the whole shaft in my mouth and then proceeded to suck him until he was spinning. Every time he was about to come, I would shut him down by squeezing his large, firm balls and removing my mouth. This went on for a good half hour. By then we could hear snowmobiles buzzing around the lake, but the thought of getting caught only added to our excitement. Finally, when I knew he couldn’t take it anymore, I let him shoot his load to the back of my throat. He let out a loud scream, which echoed through the thick woods. As I removed my mouth from his rocket, I noticed that it was steaming. Vapor just kept rolling off his wonderful dick. The weekend continued for another day and a half, but now I find myself unable to continue this letter. I’m going to go find this terrific man and let him have his way with me. Or maybe I’ll have my way with him. Either way, it’s pure ecstasy!
—C. V., North Dakota
Let Your Fingers Do the Walking
My boyfriend Jeff and I live eight hundred miles apart, and although we get together as often as we can, there’s still considerable time between visits during which we get very horny. We usually tell each other when we’ve masturbated for relief. One Monday night when Jeff called he asked me if I was in bed. I said no. He said that he was and told me to get naked and crawl between the sheets. Although I was puzzled, I was also very intrigued and did as I was told.
When I told him that I was in bed, he told me to imagine that he was there with me, squeezing my tits and sucking on my long, hard nipples. Lying there in bed listening to him; my nipples immediately became erect and began aching for his touch. Before I knew it my free hand was massaging my breast and rubbing my nipples between my thumb and finger. It felt so good!
Then he told me to imagine that his tongue was working its way down my stomach to my navel and passed then on to my dark, clipped bush, stopping just long enough to give my swollen clit a flick of the tongue before he was off lightly to suck and nip the insides of my thighs. By then I was totally caught up in what he was saying, my juices were flowing, my pussy was soaked, my clit was throbbing, and my hand was following Jeff’s instructions as closely as possible.
Next, Jeff said to imagine that he was now working his masterful tongue back up the inside of my thigh to the sensitive skin between my thigh and my box. My hand was right there, stroking in place of his tongue. Then he said his tongue was thrusting into my cunt, lapping up my sweet nectar and working its way up my swollen lips to my clit. Then he said I should imagine that his hot, probing tongue was wrapping around my clit and pulling it gently between his lips.
At that point my fingers were trailing up my soaking pussy and, finding my clit, all I had to do was just gently rub it to have one of the most glorious orgasms ever, with Jeff softly saying on the phone, “Come, baby. Come.”
He said that was just the beginning, and I should remember one afternoon when we were out fishing— I got on my hands and knees, and he rammed his great rod into my snatch up to the hilt, filling me up while he leaned over and squeezed my aching tits. Remembering this from our last time together and recalling the feel of his come shooting into my cunt, my pussy was overflowing with nectar. My hand stroked up to my clit and before I knew it I was having another mind-blowing orgasm.
I was so ecstatic by this long-distance method of making love that as soon as I caught my breath, I told him to lie back and think of me sitting on top of him with his magnificent shaft nestled between my hot, juicy nether lips. Then I am sliding down, kissing his wonderful body, his now wet, glistening rod sliding up my stomach to my tits, where I rub it across my erect, waiting nipples. Then he could imagine me going down a little farther so that his beautiful, hard cock is waiting, poised just below my breathless, parted lips.
I told him to imagine me swirling my tongue around the head and dipping it into his hole for that first savory taste of his come. Then I am opening my mouth wider to let his whole magnificent rod slide into the back of my throat as far as it can go. Then I close my mouth tighter and let his pole slide out while sucking on it until I am at the tip again. Imagine, I said, that I have a hold of it with both hands and I’m working my tongue down the shaft to your balls, which I take into my mouth, roll them around and tongue them one after the other. At this point, I realized that my boyfriend was as excited as I had once again become, my cunt throbbing and my juices flowing. My hand crept down to give what aid it could.