He licks me softly now, tasting me again, knowing it was he who drove me to such wild passion. I move my body down to touch his cock with my still wet cunt. I rub it, covering him with my juices. To his surprise, I slip his cock right into my opening, but only the tip at first. I love to tease! As I am coming down so slowly onto him, he jerks his body up, and the length of him is buried inside me. My cunt seems to tug on his cock, as if I want to feel him deeper. We thrust our bodies together and, since I am on top, I make sure my cunt swallows his entire cock—in and out, up and down. Once again his hands find my flopping tits—pinching my nipples in such a way that it feels as if I am being fucked in two places! My cunt is just throbbing, this is incredible! We roll over to the missionary position, and I grab my legs to give more thrusting power. I feel his hands on my ass as our bodies are turned into one. Again I feel my body shuddering below—his is doing the same. Thrusting deeper into me, it seems as if he is going to put his whole body inside me. I want his whole body inside me. I feel his body tremble, and I know that his climax is about to happen, just as my second one is. Together, deep, hot, wet, I realize I have been screaming softly. I feel his cock throb and pulse as he shoots his magnificent seed into my barren body. With no worries, I reach the point of ecstasy with him. We kiss, then smile at each other. I tell him there is a lot more work to do and that we will be needing him until further notice. I will be needing him.
My husband knows of this fantasy and is turned on by knowing that I actually imagine this when we have sex.
—L. M., Wisconsin
Love Is Blind
Here is a story that I would like to share, even though in so doing I have to make a few embarrassing admissions.
First let me say that I am thirty-seven, unmarried (sigh), and work as a secretary for the most wonderful and gorgeous man in the world. Although I have a nice bust line and shapely legs and fanny, I am not what you would describe as beautiful, with the result that my social life—and yes, my sex life—is nil.
Anyway, I have this mad crush on my boss, and I have had it since I started to work for him, five years ago. But do you think he notices me? Not in the least. Oh, I’ve tried, let me tell you, but nothing seemed to work.
Then one noon a couple of months ago, I had a quick lunch in the cafeteria, then returned to the office for a package I was going to mail at the post office. His office door was closed, and thinking I’d ask him if I could get anything for him while I was out, I opened the door . . . and what a sight I saw.
There they were on the floor, my boss and Martha, the receptionist, going at it like crazy:
I was utterly shocked and, at the same time, hypnotized by what I was watching. He was stretched out on his back, completely nude, with Martha, also nude, astride his midsection, pumping away, her little breasts bouncing and flying about with every mad thrust. She was riding him for all she was worth, and the very thought of it drove me insane with jealousy. They were positioned so that she was facing me, but she didn’t see me, as her eyes were closed. Then, suddenly, something must have registered, for her eyes blinked open in recognition. After the first grimace of shock, her face melted into a broad smile, and she winked! The sight of the two of them so unnerved me that I was trying to back out of the doorway when Martha made a motion for me to stop and, pausing not the least in her rhythm, she pointed to his head and made hand motions for me to come in and undress.
I looked down at him, and for the first time I noticed that his eyes were tightly closed. Despite her urging to the contrary, I was going to back out and leave them alone when the thought struck me: Why not? An opportunity like this doesn’t come often in my life. So, my decision made, I slipped into the room, closing the door softly behind me, and quickly stripped nude.
Martha motioned me over and, as she did so, she leaned over close to his ear, telling him quietly that she wanted to do it to him orally and he should keep his eyes closed. With that, she eased herself off his pelvis, revealing the most gigantic male organ I had ever seen, even in the magazines. Inexperienced as I am in such matters, I couldn’t even begin to estimate the dimensions—it was simply huge.
Glistening moistly, it stood there, erect and waiting for further attention. Bending over, Martha grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face right down on the top of its gleaming wetness. Under her expert, albeit silent, tutelage I began to fellate him, licking at the stiff organ for all I was worth. After two minutes of this my crotch was dripping, I was so randy. I’m sure Martha must have sensed my hunger, for, aided by her deft hands, I squatted over his erection. Apparently, gently easing down was not the way to do it. Martha grabbed me around the hips and shoved me down. With that, his entire length pierced into my unyielding flesh, dilating me like I had never been before. I felt so full!
What happened afterward was one wild race to orgasm. My breasts, flopping about with unaccustomed lack of restraint, seemed to be a force all their own. I hit peak after sensational peak, and I was just about to add another to the score when he stiffened, arched his back, and came in a whoosh, spasm after spasm. He was just barely gurgling to a stop when Martha motioned me off. Panic-stricken by what I had been doing, I managed to get my blouse and skirt on, and then, slipping into my shoes barefoot, grabbed the rest of my things and dashed for the ladies’ room, thankfully unseen. Once there, I stood in the stall for a long time, savoring the throb of my stretched muscles and his moisture running down my inner thighs.
Nothing was ever said about the episode, even by Martha. I truly long for an encore, but even more, I wonder over and over if he ever knew.
—Name and address withheld
OVEREXPOSED
Our First Nude Beach
My roommate Connie and I had never been to such a place before. I was very surprised when she suggested it. But there we were at the gate to a small nude beach in California. We could see the naked bodies on the beach beyond the sand dunes.
“Let’s go, Jennifer,” my friend said as she strode onto the warm sand. We walked toward the ocean. There were lots of people on the beach, more than I expected. When we found a spot, Connie spread out our blanket and lay down. “I can’t do this, Connie,” I said. “Sure you can,” Connie said as she removed her T-shirt, exposing her breasts. “You have a wonderful body and nothing to be embarrassed about,” she added, removing her shorts. I looked at my naked friend and thought, if she can do it, I can, too. I stood up and stripped. It felt like everyone on the beach was watching me, although I’m sure they weren’t.
Connie asked if I wanted some lotion. I agreed and she began to coat my body with it. Her hands felt wonderful as they slid across my hot flesh. She spread the sun cream on my shoulders and breasts, on my stomach and legs, even in my pubic hair. “Do me,” she then said. I poured the lotion into my hands and smeared it onto her back and ass. I always felt that Connie had a wonderful body, better than mine. I found myself enjoying the feel of her rounded bottom and smooth inner thighs.
We lay on the beach for a while, watching the men and women, and then decided to go for a swim. “Hi there,” said a fellow swimmer. “Hello there,” I responded. He introduced himself as Ron, and the three of us swam together for a while. He followed us back to our blanket, and although I tried not to notice, I couldn’t help seeing that his body and penis were quite large. I noticed that Connie was watching him, too.
After the three of us had talked for a while, Ron suggested we all walk down the beach. He said the nude area was about two miles long, but most everybody stayed at this place. We picked up some bath towels and headed down the coastline. Soon we were completely alone. Ron wanted to swim again; we declined and watched him walk toward the water. The moment he was out of earshot, Connie said, “Did you see the cock on him? I’d love to get a ride on it!” I found myself laughing and nodding.
Ron jogged back to us, his penis bobbing from side to side. When he got to us, his cock was at eye level, only feet from our faces. “Listen, Ron,” Connie said seductive
ly, “Jen and I were wondering if you’d like to fuck the two of us.” I looked at Connie, surprised at her boldness. Ron looked rather surprised, too, but before he could answer, his penis said yes. It started to grow, and it continued to grow until it was at least twelve inches long.
“I don’t know about you, Jen, but I’m not impressed,” Connie said with mock seriousness as she took his cockhead and several more inches into her mouth. She wrapped both hands around the rest of him and began to pump. Ron moaned in ecstasy. Connie was sucking him as if she hadn’t had a drink for weeks!
My pussy was getting wet, and I began to rub myself. “Looks as if Jen wants to be fucked, Ron,” Connie said, and she was right. I was horny as a cat. I lay on my back, spread my legs, and Ron eased his cock into my inviting pussy. I never had anything that big inside me. Inch by inch he slid it in, until his entire length was filling my cunt. He fucked me for several minutes, and I had the first of many shattering orgasms. After about my fourth, Connie yelled, “My turn.” She got on her hands and knees, and Ron slid into her from behind. I watched, fascinated, as he fucked her good. By the time he finished, Connie was screaming with joy.
Our well-built friend stood up, his still-hard cock bobbing in the air. On my knees, I started to suck his enormous log. I sucked the end, and Connie licked the base and his balls. Within seconds he was shooting cream all over my face, chin, and tits. I just smiled as I felt the warm liquid run down the front of me. Connie crawled over to me and began licking the come off my face. Her tongue swirled over my cheeks and into my mouth. I had never kissed another woman before, and boy did I love it!
Ron sat down and watched us lick each other’s face. We soon moved our mouths to each other’s pussies. We sucked and finger-fucked each other long and hard, barely hearing Ron say he had to go. He left us locked in each other’s legs. Since then we haven’t enjoyed another penis as much as Ron’s, but we’re enjoying each other a lot more!
—J. A., Pennsylvania
Playing Doctor
It was late Sunday afternoon and the hospital was quiet. Just forty-eight hours before, my lover had had surgery on his foot. Now we were sitting on a bench outside the hospital, his hand was inside my jeans playing with my dripping-wet pussy, and mine was inside his shorts giving his forever-hard dick a hand job. No matter the situation, we are two people who can’t get enough of each other.
As the wetness between my legs was beginning to make its mark on my jeans, and our playing with each other was getting far too hot for the bench, we decided to try out the deserted cardiology ward. Because of his crutches, his movement was limited, and I was able to have my way with him. As he braced himself with a handrail, I knelt in front of him, unbuttoned his shorts, and released his huge throbbing dick. Taking him into my mouth, I nibbled, swirled my tongue, and thoroughly encompassed that gorgeous rod with my mouth. He says I give the best blowjobs, and I was determined to do justice to those words.
Soon we heard voices and decided to head out to the car in the parking lot for some privacy. As soon as we got into the car, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I quickly shed my pants and climbed on top of him, pushing his shorts to the floor. I was dripping wet, and he was as hard as a rock—that cock was just waiting for my pussy to bring it home. Sliding my wet lips back and forth over his dick and then stopping to rub my clit over the tip of that glorious head, I slowly lowered myself on his dick, taking every bit of him deep inside of me.
His mouth worked mine feverishly, and then he pulled off my shirt. He took each breast in his mouth, gently biting the nipples and sucking hard, the way I like it. All this time I was riding him like there was no tomorrow. Somehow he managed to get on top of me, and he was suddenly ramming me from above. I held on to him, digging my fingernails into his back, causing him to groan and sigh.
By this time all of the windows were fogged up, so we opened the door to cool off. The cold evening air felt so incredible on our hot, glistening bodies, so we climbed out—both of us naked—and continued to work each other over on the grass. He finger-fucked me until I grabbed his dick and placed it against my clit—an indication that I wanted to be fucked, immediately! With my juices dripping down my ass, our bodies melted together, his fantastic dick riding high in my love canal—we were one with the night. In fact, we were so into each other that we hadn’t even noticed that another car had parked next to us while we were there.
—F. I., Massachusetts
The Art of Fencing
We were standing in front of a chain-link fence that surrounded a school yard. Suddenly he turned to me and started kissing me passionately. I responded by putting my arm around his neck to hold him closer. I could feel his hands starting to move across my hardened nipples. I couldn’t help but let out a short, soft moan. I just wanted him to take me. He was so sure of every move, almost as if it were a plan of attack. He lifted my blouse, exposing my soft white breasts. Softly touching me, fondling my nipples, kissing my breasts, and caressing my ass, he kissed his way down my body and finally reached my hungry, waiting snatch. With every part of me turning to Jell-O, he continued to kiss my clitoris until I had to beg him to stop.
At last I had a chance to begin making him feel as good as I could. We began kissing as I undressed him, unzipping his pants and putting my hand around his hard, warm cock. I couldn’t believe how perfect he was, such a round, plump head and a long, thick shaft—just right for sucking.
I slowly started to move up and down his shaft, burying my nose in his pubic hair. I could taste the drops of sweet precome as I went back up. He seemed anxious to get started as he pulled me to my feet.
To add a little spice to the situation, I climbed up onto the fence. He immediately followed, coming up behind me, kissing my shoulders, and trying to find a good hole to bury his hard cock in. I took his tool in my hand and directed it into my soft, wet pussy. His rolling motions got me so hot, I began to offer myself to him by bucking my hips and pressing myself against him. I could feel him growing harder, so I slowed the pace. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he exploded deep inside me.
Suddenly, he went calm and released his grip from the fence. Waiting for me to join him on the ground, he helped me down. We hugged and kissed, then he whispered how much he’d like to try this playground again.
—J. H., Virginia
Stealing the Show
I knew it would be a memorable evening—a romantic French dinner, live music, and a night of intense lovemaking. What occurred during the evening could not have been anticipated in my wildest fantasies.
My boyfriend and I began the evening with a delicious meal over candlelight. We sat at a private table tucked away in the back of the restaurant. With the exception of occasional waiter visits, it felt as if we were the only people around. As the meal progressed, my desire for Sam grew more intense. His flirtatious gestures, sexy brown eyes, and captivating smile, coupled with intriguing conversation, left my mind wandering in a wonderfully naughty direction! How I would have loved to sneak under the table, wrap my lips around his dick, and cleanse my palate with his sweet, hot semen! How was I going to last through the performance without satisfying my craving?
We continued to tantalize and tease each other throughout the meal, to the point that we were late for the show. There was no doubt that we wanted to skip the performance and devour each other at home, but we chose not to waste the tickets. We settled into our seats, awaiting what promised to be a great production. What we didn’t realize was that we’d be the best entertainment.
The lights dimmed, and the music began playing. I tried hard to concentrate on the singing, but my thoughts kept returning to seducing Sam. My hands began gliding over his firm thighs. Knowing that those muscular legs powered the thrusts of his hard cock into me—something I wanted very badly right then—made my pussy swell with desire. Feeling his large bulge was too much. There had to be a way to have him!
During intermission I slipped into the ladies’ room and slipped off my pantie
s and stockings. With only a miniskirt on, Sam could have easy access to my starving box. Almost instantly he noticed my bare legs. He gave me a mischievous smile and whisked me to the balcony. Within minutes we were settled in a secluded section that must have been reserved for us. Sam spread my legs and revealed a sopping pussy. I covered my fingers with creamy juices and slipped them into his warm, soft mouth. His skillful tongue and succulent lips savored every drop.
Wasting no time, he buried his fingers in my swollen cunt, teasingly finger-fucking me to near orgasm. Occasionally, others would glance over, but the tempo was picking up, and I just couldn’t be stopped. I felt Sam’s shaft—it was very firm and very ready to be swallowed up by my quivering pussy. Pulling my miniskirt to my waist, I straddled him and was enraptured by the feeling of his rock-hard cock plunging into me. I gripped his thighs and held on as he thrust in slow, deep pulses. Sam continued rhythmically gliding in and out, bringing me closer to climax with each stroke. I could barely keep from screaming with pleasure, but I had to. Others’ stares forced us to slow our pace, though we never stopped. Sam stroked my clit and caressed my erect nipples. When there were no eyes on us, he pulled my skirt higher and resumed fucking me. As all of my sensations peaked, I moaned in ecstasy as I came, pouring juices down Sam’s balls. I sank back, cushioned by his muscular body, and relished the tingling feeling throughout my body.
Penthouse Page 6