Penthouse

by Penthouse International

  He went wild, and it took a deliciously long time until he collapsed on top of me, spilling his second load into me. I was in an unbelievable state of arousal, and finally simmered down to sweet reality.

  He rolled off me, then he looked at me and said, “Oh boy, if my wife knew.” I told him that my husband and I have been happily married for more than twenty years, due to the fact that we have had an open marriage for several of those years. The more juicy stories I told him, the more interested he became, until, finally, he rose to the occasion again. Rock-hard, he entered my wet, swollen pussy and did some more powerful fucking. We both reached that beautiful plateau of pleasurable release again.

  Two weeks and four more visits later, he asked me to meet his wife and talk to her about our lifestyle. Well, I did, and we have become good friends and bed-room partners.

  —T. W., California

  Personal I.D.

  We sat in the restaurant and talked for well over an hour. I felt an incredible attraction to this man. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to have him kiss me—I wanted him! After he excused himself and left, I noticed he’d left his wallet behind with his driver’s license in it. I smiled . . . this would be the perfect excuse for a reason to see him again.

  The next evening I did just that. I explained to him that I had gotten his address from his license and I was in the area and decided to return it quickly, in case he was in need of it. He invited me in for a drink. The next thing I knew, he was standing only inches away, with one hand behind my head and the other on my breast. He bent his head and kissed me gently, trailing smaller kisses across my cheek, then whispered softly, “I left my wallet in hopes that you would return it personally.”

  That was all it took to make me melt in his arms. His kisses were long and deep, his hand was gently caressing my breast, kneading its tip, while the other skillfully unbuttoned my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Soon after, my bra and panties followed. He stopped for a moment, looking into my eyes as if to ask if he should continue. I reached for the buttons of his shirt and was stopped short when he scooped me into his arms and carried me to his bedroom.

  A brief flash of guilt crossed my mind, but it was soon forgotten when the kisses commenced once again. His lips were warm on my skin, and when they reached my breasts, I shivered. A slight moan escaped me. The kisses he bestowed on my body sent my senses reeling. They traveled to the junction between my legs. My first instinct was to stop him. I reached down, only to have him grab my wrists and hold them firmly at my side.

  When at first his hot tongue touched my most private spot, I thought I would lose my mind. All sanity was removed. The only thing that mattered was the gentle assault this man was making on me with his tongue. My breathing became erratic. I could feel the perspiration forming on my brow. The ache between my legs became overwhelming. I wanted to explode! Never had I thought I would have such overpowering sensations.

  Just then, he left me. A sigh of protest escaped my lips. He stood at the edge of the bed, smiling down at me, and removed his clothes. Soon he was naked before me. His body was exquisite and well-defined. His penis was extremely large compared to my husband’s, and for a moment I thought it might be difficult to get this man inside me.

  The look of worry must have crossed my face, for a second later he was lying next to me, whispering words of comfort in my ear, followed by more soft kisses.

  His fingers worked their magic on my mound, massaging little circles on my clit, then diving deep inside me. Soon the twinges came. I closed my eyes, wanting only to revel in the ecstasy. He stopped, and when I opened my eyes, he was poised above me. In that instant, he entered me. It only took my body a moment to adjust to his size as he moved slowly inside me. His penis filled me completely. I could feel its tip reach deep inside me with each stroke, as an intense urge for fulfillment came over me. My hips swayed, matching each plunge. I held his buttocks, pulling him deeper. When his fingers reached between us and found my clit, the explosion began, a shudder coursed through my body, and spasms gripped his penis like pulses. I held him fast as my back arched and my body convulsed beneath him. I soared through clouds, then fell back to earth. He moved more rapidly now, his muscles tense, and with one last thrust, he collapsed on top of me.

  “You’re a wildcat,” he said, looking into my eyes. I hadn’t realized that I’d left marks down his back until he got dressed. I said I was sorry. He bent and kissed me. “It was worth it.”

  —V. B., Utah

  Little Drummer Boy

  After reading Penthouse recently, I knew I had to share my story from a few months ago—my encounter with a very talented musician.

  After a long day of business seminars, I sat in the lounge of the hotel where I was staying. As I sipped my margarita, I noticed the drummer of the band that was playing—I was looking at him, looking at me. By the time the last set was finished, I knew what he wanted.

  His kisses were so passionate, I was instantly wet and ready for him. He licked and kissed me all over, then softly whispered, “You taste so good.” We began to undress, and I saw his manhood in all its glory. As I sucked his cock, he moaned with pleasure. When he asked me if I wanted to be eaten, I quickly said yes and sat on his face. He put his tongue in my aching pussy, licking and sucking furiously until I almost came, then he entered me. I could feel him ramming his rod into my cunt. It was sheer ecstasy! For hours we experimented with several different positions until we both collapsed from exhaustion. This “little drummer boy” had given me the most enjoyable evening of my life.

  —M. H., Louisiana

  Marital Bliss

  The sky was dark, the water in the hot tub boiling and steamy. The mist swirled in the air around us. My naked breasts rubbed against his chest. His hand touched my sensitive clit. He rubbed it between his fingers, causing me to moan softly. My hips rose to meet his probing rhythm. My pussy became wet with desire, and his huge cock sprang to life. I straddled his lap and slowly lowered my slippery pussy onto his pole, my breasts bouncing in the cold air and making my nipples hard. I moved faster as I felt my pussy pulsating around his cock, and began to feel an orgasm coming on. My pussy tightly grasped his cock as my body shuddered with a shattering orgasm.

  We decided to move to the bedroom and resume our activities. Once there he lay back on the bed. I knelt between his legs, gently took his balls in my mouth, and sucked and licked until he moaned with pleasure. My tongue moved up to the head of his slippery cock while my fingers tickled and stroked his balls. I kept sucking until he was almost ready to explode—tempting as it was to have him shoot on my face so I could taste his hot come, he grabbed me, pulled me on top of him, and rammed his cock deep into my wet hole.

  He shoved his cock in so deep I thought I would split—he felt even longer and harder than usual. He rolled me over to the edge of the bed and pulled my legs over his head. While he pumped me with his massive cock, he rubbed my clit with his finger until we both exploded in a massive orgasm. Another awesome night with my sweet, loving, and incredibly sexy husband.

  —J. K., Ohio

  What a Muscle!

  I proceeded to remove Alex’s tank top, khaki shorts, and briefs. I was pleased to discover the largest penis I’d seen in my four years of exploring. It was about nine inches long and thicker than my ankle, and I wondered if he’d be able to fit it all inside me. When I giggled, Alex asked me what was funny. I told him I’d been hoping he was well hung. I quickly took off my shorts and blouse, and let him do the honors with my bra and panties. After getting me naked, he gently went down on me, running his fingers and tongue through my soft blonde hairs until he found my clit. I needed no foreplay, but Alex worked me into a frenzy anyway. My wetness was spilling onto his face and hands.

  I rolled over onto my stomach, and Alex began rubbing his dick along my slit to pick up some lubrication for the task ahead. He pulled me up onto my hands and knees and prepared to enter me from behind. His large cockhead nestled inside my lips, and
I relaxed my vaginal muscles. I opened them as much as I could as Alex began his entry. I can’t describe how wonderful it felt to have his huge, warm organ sliding into me for the first time, although it hurt a little. It felt as if someone was pouring a hot mold inside me, as his cock was filling every available space in my cunt. His rod finally reached the back of my pussy after about a minute of positioning. I looked underneath me and saw his balls resting up against my now sopping mound. Knowing that I could fully accommodate his large member, I asked Alex to fuck me hard with his beautiful prick. He began to thrust, and after three or four minutes of furious fucking, he shot a healthy load of come deep inside me. I needed no further servicing—my crotch was completely drenched, and my body was tickling all over. We lay there for about ten minutes—I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being so filled up. When Alex finally withdrew, my insides had to completely reposition themselves.

  He cleaned up and left me to myself—my energy and arousal completely spent.

  —C. S., Texas

  Seduction

  My roommate’s boyfriend came over, so my date Jerry and I went into my bedroom to listen to some music. We sat on my bed—drinking beer, talking, and listening to some powerfully sexy music that I had selected especially for the occasion. Eventually, we began to kiss, and things started to get very hot. All of a sudden, he stopped and said he didn’t feel right having sex with me on our first date. I had no intention of letting him get away after he had gotten me so horny, so I apologized and excused myself to get another beer.

  I went to my roommate and asked if I could borrow something sexy to wear. She gave me a short blue-silk nightshirt that buttoned up the front. I quickly went to the guest bathroom and changed into the nightshirt, making sure I left enough buttons undone so Jerry would be able to see my breasts when I bent over to hand him his beer. I got the beer and went back into my room. The look on his face when I bent over was one of sheer longing. He took a sip of his beer, and I kissed him again. A moment later he mumbled something about my not playing fair and kissed me passionately, pressing his hard cock against my stomach as he did so. When I felt his cock, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I had it inside my hot pussy.

  He unbuttoned my shirt and began kissing his way down my body, beginning at my neck, which drives me crazy. I stopped him when he got to my breasts and helped him out of his clothes. When I saw his beautiful, rock-hard dick I was delirious. Then he resumed kissing and sucking my body, beginning at my hard nipples and slowly working his way down to my hot pussy. When his warm, wet tongue reached my clit, I began to writhe on the bed. He was moaning as well, and I could tell that his cock was aching to be caressed. I told him to turn around so I could suck that nice organ, which he gratefully did.

  I began to gently lick the slit of his cock to the rhythm of his licking of my pussy, knowing that I couldn’t hold out for very long. I began to suck his tool in earnest, gently circling the head with my tongue as I did so. I came explosively as he moaned his own approaching orgasm. When he came he bucked so hard that I had a hard time keeping him in my mouth. His come dribbled down my chin, and when he pulled himself from my mouth, I licked my lips to make sure I got all of his tasty sperm.

  We lay there for a while, exhausted and elated. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and awoke a short time later. He kissed me gently, and I could feel him hardening again. I stroked him while he fingered my clit. Then he turned me over, put a pillow under me, and entered me from behind. It felt so good; and I started gently squeezing and tugging at his balls while telling him to fuck me harder. I came quickly, but he held back. He started fucking me faster, and once again the feeling of his cock and balls sent me into the best orgasm I ever had. My moans must have pushed him over, too, because I could feel his cock swell. The warm jet of his come followed. It was the most incredible sexual experience I ever had, and I hoped it would lead to many more similar encounters.

  Since that night we have tried almost every position known to man, and I can honestly say that I have the most perfect lover in the land.

  —J. L., Oregon

  Mare in Heat

  I’m a freshman at a small Southeastern college. It hasn’t been easy meeting men, but one guy, Jay, paid a lot of attention to me, and we went out a couple of times. Somehow our conversations always turned to sex—I guess it was because of mutual attraction and lust. At times the size of the bulge in his pants made me soak my panties. I knew I would soon have him between my legs.

  He asked me to a Halloween party, and I said that I would love to dress up for him. I borrowed a very short black skirt, got some fishnet stockings, a black bustier, my five-inch red heels, and a little apron. My roommate said I was the sleaziest-looking French maid she’d ever seen!

  At the party, my pussy tingled as we drank, danced, and partied. Soon he was stroking my cunt, and I insisted we leave for his place right away.

  We were hardly in the door when I pulled his pirate tights down, unleashing what I later measured to be a ten-inch sword! I gasped as it sprang up and hit my chin. I took the bulbous head down my throat and pumped him with my hand. He held my head and fucked my mouth with long strokes. I held his balls and pumped thick rivers of jizz all over my heaving tits.

  At that point he carried me to the bedroom and put me in one of those swing things. As he diddled my dripping cunt, I melted into passion and ended up begging him to fuck me good. He held my ass, my legs spread wide around him, and pushed that huge cock up my open pussy all the way to the base. I shrieked as a violent orgasm ripped through me. He held me tight and proceeded to fuck me unmercifully through a wonderful sea of screaming, thrashing climaxes—my slick snatch impaled like never before. He fucked me like this until I passed out from exhaustion. When I came to, we showered together, and then he took me home.

  Now I’m in total lust with that huge cock of his, and we’ve been fucking steadily ever since that night. I, for one, believe what they say about size—my pussy may be stretched out, but if this is what it’s like to be a horse-cock lover, I’m a mare in heat!!

  —C. B., South Carolina

  Slippery and Wet

  I heard him in the shower, and after hours of thinking about his rock-hard, satisfying cock, I knew this was my moment. I quietly opened the door and entered, stripping off my clothes. I climbed in, surprising him when I grabbed the soap and started washing off his dong. I slowly stroked, switching from soap to hand stroking, and finally some sucking action. I ran my tongue up and down his increasingly hard shaft as I gently rubbed and squeezed his balls. Then I started to suck and nibble on the very end of his cock, hardening my grip on his tightening balls. When he moaned I took his entire shaft down my throat, increasing the tempo, water running down my back. I could feel my own clit getting wet and throbbing with anticipation.

  Just as I could feel him starting to come, I gently started over, licking up and down his shaft, occasionally nibbling his balls. That teased his cock enormously. Since I had started fingering my clit, my own excitement mounted. When he couldn’t take any more, he ordered me to bend over. I gladly obliged, loving the feeling of his superhard cock when he first drives it into my soaking pussy. He started driving his cock into my throbbing pussy, water spraying down on us as we both moaned in ecstacy. As he drove his shaft deeper and harder into my pulsating vagina, I couldn’t take it any longer. The feeling was too intense. I came in waves, letting out a scream of passion, cresting and breaking the waves of desire. As he felt my pussy tighten and listened to my screams of delight, he could take no more. I felt his own pulsating organ explode as he drove it as deep inside me as he could, moaning in pleasure, pumping his cock in and out of me until we both collapsed, weak-kneed and happy. I turned around and put my mouth to his cock again, starting from the base and working my way up. When I reached the head, I ever so lightly rolled my tongue around in circles, slowly and gently, licking and licking until I felt myself begin to get aroused once more. Judging from the size and hard
ness of his cock, so was he.

  He grabbed me, carried me out of the bathroom, and threw me onto the bed. Passion burned in his eyes as he commanded me, in a husky voice, to lie on my back. I gladly obliged, and once more he drove his cock deep into my wet, silky depths. I moved my hips to match his, watching his body gleam with sweat, knowing that this man was mine. As I felt myself getting ready to explode again, I drove my hips into his, once again groaning with pleasure at watching his cock entering me, driving in and out, my wetness covering his shaft. And I exploded with multiple orgasms that came in ripples, like waves crashing onto the shore. Feeling those multiple vibes was too much for him, and he drove that beautiful shaft deep into my cunt, which only extended my pleasure, making me drive my hips into his with such a fury, I thought at least one of us would have bruises. As we came down from our passion-filled glory, he collapsed on top of me, kissing me deeply, driving his tongue down my throat. I never feel happier or more satisfied than I do after making it with my lover. If only I could get him to experiment with the kinkier side of sex, though I can’t imagine it getting any better than it is now.

  —R. P., Vermont

  Letter to a Friend

  I am writing this with the hope that a very special person will see it and know how much I need him in my life. The day I decided to become my friend’s lover was one of the best days of my life. My husband had always said I was frigid because I couldn’t come with him—but my friend showed me that wasn’t true.

  We decided on a hotel for the first night we would be together. He arrived first and arranged for everything we would need. When I got there, the first thing he did was compliment me on how I looked. Then he kissed me and made me feel very special. He didn’t rush me at all. First he kissed my lips, then my neck. He worshiped my large breasts and nipples, then he sat me on the bed and proceeded to eat my pussy for hours. He never once pushed me into having sex with him. He was content just to caress me and eat my pussy all night long. I fell asleep at some point during the night. When I woke up, we made love slowly. I came twelve times that night—pretty good for a frigid woman. Thank you, my friend. You will always be very special to me.