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Contents
COPYRIGHT
INTRODUCTION
GO, GIRLS! SUPERCHARGED LOVERS CAN’T WAIT TO FONDLE IN THE FAST LANE
CAREER GIRL LEARNS THAT A GOOD MASSAGE RUBS HER THE RIGHT WAY
HOUSE-SITTER INVITES HER GIRLFRIEND OVER FOR SOME FACE-SITTING
CHEATER HUSBAND BETTER GET READY FOR WIFE WITH A BAD NEW ATTITUDE
HER FIRST TIME WITH A WOMAN WAS THE TIME OF HER LIFE
SHE WAS WARM FOR ROOMIE’S FORM IN THE COLLEGE DORM
SHE COULDN’T FIND A BRA THAT FIT—SO SHE FOUND ANOTHER’S TITS
OLD FRIENDS DISCOVER NEW SECRETS IN BED
STRANGE INTERLUDE LEADS TO A ROOM OF THEIR OWN
ROOMMATES FIND SOMETHING ELSE THEY HAVE IN COMMON
THE ONLY THING BETTER THAN A TONGUE IN YOUR PUSSY? THREE TONGUES
WHEN THE GUYS GIVE OUT, THE GALS JUST KEEP ON FUCKIN’—EACH OTHER
SOMETIMES THE BEST OPPORTUNITIES ARE THE ONES THAT FIND YOU
YOU’RE NEVER TOO OLD TO LEARN WHAT YOU’VE BEEN MISSING
LOOKING FOR A HOME IN THE COUNTRY, AND A LITTLE LADY TO SETTLE WITH THERE
ONE YOGA LESSON PLUS A HOT DARTING TONGUE MAKES ONE WET PUSSY
THE OTHER WOMAN CAN BREAK THINGS UP AND MAKE UP NEW THINGS
TAKE TWO RESTLESS WIVES, ADD SUN, POOL AND RUM, AND STIR
BOYS WILL BE BOYS, BUT GIRLS WILL HAVE TOYS—AND MARY ANN HAS TWO
GROUPIE PLAYS HOT LICKS ON GIRL GUITARIST’S FUZZBOX
EXCUSE ME, LADY, BUT HAVE YOU SEEN MY PUSSY?
SHE’S NO TANDOORI CHICKEN WHEN IT COMES TO EATING INDIAN
HORNY CLOTHES HORSE SHOPS ’TIL SHE DRIPS
I THINK THAT I SHALL NEVER SEE A POEM AS NICE AS HER PUSSY
SUMMA CUM LOUDER THAN SUMMA OTHERS
“GIRL MEETS GIRL” INSPIRES THESE GIRLS TO GET IT ON
AN OLD FRIEND’S CASUAL CARESS CHANGES EVERYTHING
NEW ASSISTANT GETS UNEXPECTED ON-THE-JOB TRAINING
ENCOUNTER ON THE INTERNET CONNECTS NEIGHBORS IN INTERCOURSE
BABES WITHOUT BOYFRIENDS GET WET WITH AND WITHOUT BIKINIS
GIRL WHO’S SAVED WANTS TO PAY DEBT IN FULL
SUBWAY GROPE ENCOUNTER LEADS TO LUSTY LEZ SCENE
A PRETTY WOMAN WALKS HER WAY, AND STAYS AWHILE
HIS HONEY GETS A TASTE OF HONG KONG WITHOUT LEAVING HOME
PORN STAR DIRECTS PUSSY NEOPHYTE IN CAMERA ACTION
DOWN-HOME GIRLS DON’T NEED GOOD ’OL BOYS TO GET GOOD AND WET
EVER WONDER WHY WOMEN SAY THEY LOVE TO GO SHOPPING?
AFTER THE BIG SPLIT, GO FOR THE LITTLE ONE
A HOPEFUL LASS FINDS SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS
DOES THE MILE-HIGH CLUB HAVE A BRANCH FOR THESE GIRLS?
LOOK FOR THIS AUTHOR’S BOOKS IN THE “CLITERATURE” SECTION
GOD ONLY KNOWS WHAT THESE TWO WOULD DO IN THE PRODUCE SECTION
FED UP WITH HER BOYFRIEND’S FLIRTING, SHE FINDS SOLACE IN ANOTHER WOMAN
SHE WAS BI-CURIOUS UNTIL SHE MET LILY, WHO SATISFIED HER CURIOSITY IN A BIG WAY
WHEN THESE WOMEN HAVE THEIR CLUB MEETINGS, IT’S NOT LIKE A SEWING CIRCLE
THEY DARE THEIR GIRLS TO LOVE EACH OTHER, AND THE GIRLS CALL THEIR BLUFF
IN THIS FAST-FOOD RESTAURANT THE BEST THING TO EAT WAS THE WAITRESS
SHE WAS HAPPILY MARRIED, AND STRAIGHT—AT LEAST SHE WAS TILL SHE MET SALLY
SHE KNEW SHE LIKED GIRLS, BUT SHE DIDN’T KNOW MUCH MORE UNTIL SHE MET THE WILD NEIGHBOR
SAYING SHE WAS A LESBIAN KEPT THE GUYS AWAY, BUT WHAT ABOUT CHERYL?
AN EXOTIC STRIPPER HELPED HER TO REALIZE HER LONG-HELD FANTASY
HER BEST FRIEND HAD A PRUDISH REPUTATION, BUT SHE KNEW A LOT MORE THAN SHE LET ON
THEY DID ONE KIND OF WORKOUT IN THE GYM AND ANOTHER IN THE SAUNA
WORKING FOR A LADY VETERINARIAN WAS ANYTHING BUT A DOG’S LIFE
SHE WANTED A LESBIAN LOVE TRYST, AND HER HUBBY WAS HAPPY TO HELP
A WOMAN KNOWS WHAT A WOMAN WANTS
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OTHER BOOKS IN THE SERIES:
EROTICA FROM PENTHOUSE
MORE EROTICA FROM PENTHOUSE
EROTICA FROM PENTHOUSE III
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE I
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE II
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE III
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE IV
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE V
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE VI
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE VII
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE VIII
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE IX
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE X
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XI
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XII
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XIII
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XIV
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XV
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XVI
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XVII
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XVIII
LETTERS TO PENTHOUSE XIX
PENTHOUSE UNCENSORED I
PENTHOUSE UNCENSORED II
PENTHOUSE UNCENSORED III
PENTHOUSE VARIATIONS
26 NIGHTS:A SEXUAL ADVENTURE
PENTHOUSE: NAUGHTY BY NATURE
PENTHOUSE: BETWEEN THE SHEETS
PENTHOUSE EROTIC VIDEO GUIDE
GIRL ON GIRL
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— Kathy Cavanaugh
Senior Managing Editor
GO, GIRLS! SUPERCHARGED LOVERS CAN’T
WAIT TO FONDLE IN THE FAST LANE
This past summer my lover and I, while on a road trip to Florida, had an experience that I won’t soon forget.
I am twenty-seven years old and stand five feet five inches tall. I have a dancer’s body: lean, well-shaped, muscular. With blondish-brown hair and eyes that change color, many men find me
attractive. My lover is twenty-six. Susie is five foot six, with short brown hair, beautiful light blue eyes and a fabulous body. A real knockout, she is always turning heads.
It was a very pretty afternoon. We had been driving quite a while and were becoming restless with the monotony of the highway. To relieve the boredom we decided to talk about the things that make us horny. Susie said she loved seeing me in skirts. Just to get her going I mentioned that I was wearing a lacy G-string underneath my skirt, which I casually pulled up a little higher so that she might catch a glimpse.
As the conversation continued we became more and more aroused. While I was driving Susie reached over and kissed me, her hands sliding underneath my blouse to feel my breasts. I have small tits, and they almost always have erect nipples. Susie began to roll the ends around in her fingers until they became rock hard. The next thing I knew she pulled a pillow from the backseat and placed it between us, partially on my lap. She lay her head down on it. With one hand on the wheel I stroked her hair, caressing and touching her face, ears, nose and lips. Susie has full lips, soft to touch and wonderful to feel. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and said she wanted me right there. I could feel myself getting excited just by the thought of it.
I could hardly believe what happened next. Susie started nibbling, licking and kissing her way up my stomach until she found my breasts. She started sucking on my nipples, making me hot with anticipation of what was to happen next. Her hand slid up the insides of my thighs until she found my crotch, which by this point was wet with excitement.
Susie loves playing with my hair. Exploring, teasing and arousing me to greater heights, she soon lifted my skirt over my hips.
Being the athletic type, I am pretty flexible, a trait that comes in handy when you’re having sex in a car. I found myself with my right leg stretched across Susie’s body. Susie repositioned herself so that she was able to slide her tongue down from my belly button to my hot pussy, rolling it around until she found my clit. I reached over and felt the small of her back, my hand meandering lazily to her beautiful ass. How I wished I could lick and suck on this wonderful creature in my car. I could see her body contracting with pleasure, which made me want more. She told me to continue driving or else she would stop.
By this point my love juices were flowing. She slipped one finger inside my pulsating cunt, sliding it in and out, driving me crazy! In seconds her head was buried deep between my legs and I found myself driving faster. Her tongue found my clit and her lips surrounded it and sucked. I moaned with pleasure, at which point Susie stuck a second finger in my cunt and began pistoning them in and out of my soaking hole. I felt as if I would come all over us both. I really had to concentrate on not losing control of the car, as traffic seemed to be picking up. I think this excited Susie even more.
Susie loves to be inside my butt. She says it is so soft, tight and welcoming. So I was not at all surprised when I felt a finger probing my other hole. Lifting my hips and thrusting deep inside my ass as her tongue teased my clit, Susie sent me skyrocketing into the most exciting orgasm I have ever experienced. Realizing that I was speeding down the highway and that the truck drivers probably had a wonderful view made it even more exciting.
That was one road trip I’ll never forget. I’m looking forward to our next trip so that I can return the favor to my sweet lover.—Name and address withheld
CAREER GIRL LEARNS THAT A GOOD
MASSAGE RUBS HER THE RIGHT WAY
Being a fast-rising female senior executive in an international accounting firm, I have little time for a social life, let alone sex or other physical enjoyments. As a matter of fact, the most exercise I get is a steady workout in hotel exercise rooms when I travel.
Because of all the stress I have on the job, my work was becoming more seriously affected as time went on, until one day a friend of mine suggested that I get a total body massage to relieve my tension.
I scheduled the event for an afternoon when I could afford to be away from the office for a few hours. I arrived home just minutes before the masseur was due. The service didn’t mention who would be coming, but assured me that I would get my money’s worth. I just didn’t know how true their promise would be. When the doorbell rang I opened it to find an attractive young woman of medium height and build with soft brown hair shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. Her eyes were warm and riveting. I was immediately attracted to her, in a way I’d previously only felt toward men.
I invited her in. Dominique commented on the fact that I was still dressed and that our time, though not rushed, was limited. I watched as she immediately set to work setting up her equipment and preparing the oils and scents. I should have been getting ready, but all I could do was watch, mesmerized by the beauty of this woman’s lithe body covered by her light cotton shift. I asked Dominique if she might like a glass of wine. “That would be lovely,” Dominique said.
Dominique prepared a warm bath and turned on some soft jazz music. Returning to retrieve me, she took my hand and led me into the bathroom, where she began to remove my clothes. Gently she turned me to face the full-length mirror. Standing behind me she reached around and began to slowly smooth my blouse over my breasts, searching out the buttons and deliberately taking her time unbuttoning each one, beginning at the top. My heart began to race, my breathing became deeper and shorter as a warm glow began to sweep over my entire body. Soon I began to tingle all over and felt the juices flow in my pussy. I was not sure of what would come next, but I was not terribly worried.
Removing my blouse and gently rubbing my bare skin and bra-covered breasts, Dominique continued to heighten my excitement further by rubbing my thighs and fondling my buttocks as she unzipped and removed my skirt, not letting it fall to the floor but gently pushing it down to my ankles and guiding each shoe-encased foot out of the gathered material. Then she startled me by saying that I was beautiful and should be proud of my taut, strong and sensual body.
Dominique stepped back from me and removed her cotton shift. I watched, a voyeur from my position in front of the mirror, and I gasped at the beauty being revealed before me. Dominique was wearing a pair of white silk exercise shorts and a thin white cotton tank top that left little to the imagination. Her breasts were firm and round, with the darkest areolas I had ever seen, easily visible through the material. Her nipples, which jutted out a good three-quarters of an inch above the luscious spheres of feminine breast flesh, were just barely covered by the thin T-shirt material.
Noticing my interest in her body, Dominique said in a whispering tone that my strong nipples were pushing themselves out of my bra and maybe they would like to be released. Before I could answer she unfastened my bra and slipped her smooth fingers over my shoulders, pushing the straps forward, letting the material fall free of my aching orbs. Dominique reached under my arms and gathered my breasts into her strong hands. She fondled them with the gentlest of touches, paying particular attention to my sensitive nipples. As she continued her ministrations I began to moan and feel the waves of pleasure surround me as I felt an intense orgasm begin to build deep within my body.
Not allowing me to reach that ultimate point of pleasure, Dominique moved her hands slowly down my stomach and penetrated the waistband of my panty hose with two of her fingers, which she ran all the way around my body. Then, ever so slowly and gently, her hands moved down my legs, pushing my panty hose down to my ankles. Removing one and then the other shoe, Dominique pushed the bunched-up nylon material off my feet. She bent down. Her soft lips kissed my toes before slowly working their way up my legs to the lacy softness of my panties.
Returning to my crotch for the second time, her lips and now her tongue worked their wonders on me. Dominique’s mouth made magic, sending my senses into orbit. As she neared my rounded butt-cheeks I fought the urge to reach around and direct her mouth between them. My mind was filled with images of past experiences of rear entry, cunt-lapping and deep penetration. But my wanton desire to be captured and t
aken by another woman could not be denied. I so wanted to taste that forbidden fruit.
Dominique continued to rub and massage my ass with her lips and tongue as she slowly moved her soft hands gently around my hips to my love-mound. As she touched my pussy I exploded, enjoying an intense orgasm. Weak-kneed and wobbly, Dominique reached up and steadied me, softly urging me to relax and allow myself to be swept away. As my heavy breathing subsided I noticed that I had my eyes clamped shut and was clutching Dominique’s hand to my pussy. Unable to move, Dominique hugged me and gently reassured me that I was in good hands. As she motioned me into the tub Dominique removed my lacy covering, which was now totally soaked with my pussy juices.
Easing me into the tub, Dominique began the most sensuous massage I have ever felt from a man or a woman. Using the sponge in so many ways to heighten my sensitivity, she tweaked my nipples to near orgasmic levels, massaged my breasts vigorously and rubbed my pussy softly yet surely. Paying particular attention to my clit, she repeatedly brought me to the edge of orgasmic relief just to let me slide back again, and then repeated the exercise over and over again until I begged her to release me. The release she brought me was filled with waves of pleasure that took over my body and were so intense that I nearly passed out. In fact all I really remember is Dominique’s sweet, soft, whispering voice asking whether I wanted to stay in the tub for more massaging or if there might be something else I might enjoy. Totally captivated and relaxed, I could have been made to do anything Dominique might have suggested.
Helping me out of the tub, Dominique led me to the massage table she had set up. I lay facedown on the table as she whispered for me to tell her what I liked. She assured me that she would be always gentle. Pouring warm oil all over my back, butt and legs, Dominique systematically massaged and rubbed each inch of my skin, releasing the tension in each associated muscle. Working up my legs, my anticipation grew as she neared my butt, only to be dashed by her avoidance of it. I felt myself slowly humping the table. Dominique asked if something was wrong. Unable to contain my lust, I responded, “I want more! I want to feel you, I need you to touch me!” I surprised myself with this outburst, as I’m usually the demure type when it comes to sex. Dominique asked me to be specific: “What do you need? What do you want to feel? Where do you want me to touch you?” I could only respond, “My butt!” Dominique poured more oil down the crack of my ass and ever so slowly began kneading my cheeks. I responded by more humping in time with the rhythm of her motions.
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