Penthouse

by Penthouse International

  Without giving it another minute’s thought, I stood up and stripped in front of them all, going very slowly and dancing seductively. My breasts heaved at the sight of the men hastily stripping off their clothing and sheepishly looking at one another. They had me sit in a chair and asked me to close my eyes. As I did so, I could feel my body becoming hot, and my pussy becoming wet.

  My boyfriend talked to me in a deep, husky voice as he slid a cold cucumber up my pussy, laughing as I moaned at the pleasure the succulent vegetable gave me. I licked my lips as they poured Italian dressing over my sweating body. I was so horny, sitting still was becoming very difficult. Someone rubbed his dick across the dressing that was running down my body, and brought it up to my lips. I lavishly licked and sucked the enlarged penis. He withdrew, and started sucking and teasing my tits with his tongue. I groaned with delight, hearing others groaning around me.

  I arched my back when another began rubbing me down, very gently at first, then harder and faster. He inserted his wet hand inside me and slowly worked in and out of my cunt. Before I knew it, my body was heaving in orgasm. My boyfriend told me to open my eyes, and when I did, not only were the guys still there, but some women had joined them as well. The girls quickly stripped and we fucked on the floor of my apartment for the rest of the evening, with and without the addition of Italian dressing. Now every Friday night we have an orgy, and I can’t eat a salad without thinking about it!

  —W. T., Texas

  Dinner Is Served

  I was pissed! Every time Tim and I wanted to get in some good fucking, something got in the way. First it was his job, then I was sick, then his sister arrived unexpectedly for a visit. It had been over two weeks since we’d fucked, and we were horny as hell. So here we were in our favorite restaurant. Tim had to go back to the office right after dinner, and I was truly ticked off.

  As I played with my salad, all I could think about was his big cock, swollen and purple with a drop of jism plugging its eye. I wanted that prick so much it hurt. Finally, I’d had enough. Reaching under the tablecloth, I placed my palm on his crotch. Sure enough, it was as hard as an iron rod.

  “This is not the place,” he grumbled between pants.

  “It’s going to be the place,” I said, sliding under the tablecloth onto the floor. Kneeling between his legs, I unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled his large member through the slit in his boxers. He was so stiff with passion that it took a real effort to bend his prick forward, then down.

  I grasped his cock with my hand, massaging it with palm and fingers. The fat, bulbous tip pushed and shuddered against the smooth skin of my palm. I could hear Tim panting above me. My mouth was level with his cock. Licking my lips, I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue up and across his balls and along his prick’s length to the head. The taste of his flesh shot a ribbon of fire through my cunt, my clit pulsating to the thrusting and throbbing of his dick.

  I licked up, over, and around the whole head, relishing the taste of his cockflesh and musky sweat. I could feel my snatch becoming soaked with my own lust juices. With my free hand, I pushed aside my panties and felt for my clit. It was slippery wet with cunt juices, and as I rolled it between my fingers, waves of pleasure washed through my body.

  Suddenly Tim began thrusting more forcefully. I moved my head to his rhythm as his dick slid back and forth, distending my cheeks with its movement. I wanted to take his whole length in my mouth and down my throat. It had been so long since I’d tasted Tim’s come, I was going to make sure that he shot his load in my mouth.

  Pumping furiously, I fondled his taut nuts with my free hand while bobbing my head up and down on his slick shaft. With a muffled moan, he blasted warm, salty jism into my mouth. It flooded so fast, I couldn’t swallow quickly enough. Some of it gushed around his cock and my mouth, through my lips and down my chin. This blast of jism and my clit-diddling fingers triggered an intense climax, my cunt contracting as I quaked with a violent release.

  “Your main course, sir,” came the voice of our waiter. I heard the clatter of plates and retreating foot-steps. I slipped back up to my seat, wiped my chin, and began to eat my rare steak. It was good, but not as good as Tim’s raw meat.

  —G. W., South Carolina

  Strawberry Monday

  It was a typical Monday morning. Bob had gone to work, and I was straightening up the apartment. Around midmorning, it began to pour outside. Bob appeared in the kitchen doorway and announced that he was going to take the rest of the day off. After a weekend of sipping wine and fucking it was hard to believe that we were going to have another day of it. I was already getting warm just thinking about it. Bob went to the store while I pulled out the sleeper sofa and made it up. He returned shortly with a bottle of champagne and a basket of fresh strawberries.

  Little did I know that what was ahead was to be the most romantic, erotic experience of my life. As we sat on the sofa bed feeding each other strawberries and sipping champagne, the ceiling fan above felt like a cool summer breeze on our naked bodies. Bob moved to the opposite end of the bed. His blue eyes took in every inch of my body, and I wanted him to do anything to me. He crept up the inside of my legs with his tongue, up to my thighs, teasingly licking his way to my anxious pussy. Earlier, while he was at the store, I had massaged a bit of strawberry oil between my legs and onto the outer lips of my pussy for some added excitement—and excite me it did!

  Bob took a strawberry and rubbed it on my clit as he ran his hot tongue around after it. What a sensation! My whole body melted into his mouth as he kept doing this with strawberry after strawberry. Then, to heighten the passion, he sprayed whipped cream on my pussy, and sucked it off until I thought I would climb the walls. I wanted his cock so bad I could taste it. That was next as he finally turned around so I could see and feel his hard, throbbing muscle.

  As I licked his balls, he kept going down on me, licking and sucking off the strawberries and whipped cream until I couldn’t stand it. He finally gave my hot, dripping pussy our favorite toy—a multispeed, multi-position, vibrating cock, which at this point took me to another world. As he worked it in and out I dripped strawberry oil down the crack of his ass and onto his balls as they bounced in front of my mouth. I watched his cock get harder until I had to have my mouth on all of it.

  He was making me come nonstop with what he was doing with our toy and his mouth. I had to have his cock in me, and he must have sensed this as he turned around and pushed his hard thing into my pulsating cunt. We both came in waves of ecstasy instantly.

  After a ten-minute break, it was my turn. I took the strawberries, rubbed one on the head of his cock, and nibbled at it with my teeth. The juice ran down over his balls as I followed it with my tongue up and down over the head. It tasted luscious. Then I took the whipped cream, dotted his nipples, and made a trail down his stomach to his hips and down across his thighs and back up his hard cock. My tongue followed the same path and slowly sucked at the cream until I had it all over both of our bodies. Then I devoured his prick all the way down my throat as his come sprayed into my mouth in a hot shower of pleasure. As we lay there with the cool breeze on our sticky bodies, we decided that Mondays weren’t all that bad, and without a doubt, strawberries are our favorite food.

  —P. T., Rhode Island

  Sundaes on Sunday

  Every weekend my boyfriend Hank and I go out for hot-fudge sundaes—it’s his favorite dessert. One day I decided to give him a sundae he would never forget. I reserved a hotel room so we could have complete privacy, then headed for the grocery store. I bought whipped cream, cherries, chocolate syrup, and one banana. To get him to the room, I told him I wanted to get away for the weekend and he should meet me at the hotel.

  I was already waiting in the room when he walked in. When he saw me his eyes bulged out and his penis started to do the same. There I was, lying spread-eagled, naked on the bed. I had put the whipped cream around my nipples and trailed it down to my juicy cunt, where I had sprayed
some between my wet lips and inside my hole. I had also placed one maraschino cherry inside of my pussy, leaving the stem hanging out. I took the banana and started teasing my clit with it.

  Hank had already started undressing, and his erection was growing even stronger. Then I put the banana in my mouth and started giving it a blowjob. Hank couldn’t handle it anymore. He jumped on the bed and plunged his face deep into my pussy. He licked and sucked up all of the sweets and soon found the cherry stem. He grabbed it with his teeth, pulled it out with slow force, and fed it to me. With incredible force he shoved his tongue deep inside of me and tongue-fucked me until I came with a huge orgasmic release.

  Next Hank started to lick the cream off of my nipples—but I took control. I rolled him over and teased his nipples with my tongue until they became erect. At the same time, I was letting his balls slide back and forth between my fingers. I could tell he was ready for more—his penis was dying for attention. I took the can of whipped cream, leaned back, and sprayed it into my mouth. Without swallowing, I bent down and took his fully erect tool into my hungry mouth. He groaned with pleasure and begged for more. I was sucking hard and knew he would come any minute, but I wanted him to wait. I took the chocolate syrup and poured it all over him, retracing the lines with the whipped cream. I took a cherry, dipped it onto his chest, and fed it to him. Then I licked up every last drop as I lavishly stroked his penis. I wanted this to be the best orgasm of his life! I took the chocolate syrup and the whipped cream and filled my pulsating cunt. Then I made him put his hands behind his head and told him not to move. I straddled him—carefully so none of what was inside me would fall out—and eased myself onto his rock-hard dick. He let out a loud moan as he felt my warmth and wetness engulf him and my crotch grinding against his.

  I wanted us to come together, but the intense pleasure was too much for me, and I couldn’t help but explode. By the time he was ready to erupt, though, I started to feel another orgasm coming on. We started moving together slowly, then faster, then all of a sudden he burst inside of me with full force, and I came seconds later. We both fell in exhaustion and I could still feel his sweet juices inside me. Nevertheless, it was the best sundae I ever had, and one that I don’t think he’ll soon forget.

  —L. K., South Carolina

  Heaven in a Jar

  On the way to a weekend-long rock concert, my lover and I spotted a roadside shop in the country advertising “new honey.” Both being lovers of this sweet, sexual fluid, our mouths watered at the prospect of buying some on our way back home. Since we had a third passenger in the car, our obvious excitement had to be contained. We sucked and fucked throughout the weekend, but I knew that I was really saving the best for last. For three days I imagined what I would do with a fresh pot of country honey. I had teased myself into complete horniness, and was especially happy to hear that our passenger had found his own ride home! As we made our way back to the city, we eagerly pulled into the shop to buy the precious liquid.

  Once we got back on the highway, I cracked open the sealed lid and swirled my finger into the thick, sticky substance, feeling the juices of my already hot pussy starting to flow. It coated my finger seductively and I slipped it into my lover’s mouth, who sucked it eagerly while he drove. Wearing a baggy, kimono-style pantsuit allowed me easy access to my aching cunt. I fingered myself slowly, a fresh stream of honey dripping down my clit to my hole. My lover was straining against the tights he’d borrowed from me for the long drive. I placed my hand on his throbbing cock and rubbed it firmly. It felt incredible beneath the soft, feminine material. We teased each other physically and verbally all the way, trying hard to stay in control of our senses due to the dangerous weekend traffic.

  We finally arrived home, and it was almost as if we had forgotten our long, horny trip. In my mind I knew it was only a matter of time before I would have my real honey treat. We put our things away and fed the cat—the usual things people do when they’ve been away for days. All the while my honeypot was soaked and ready, and the honey jar was waiting on the table.

  I found my lover on the bed making a phone call, and the heat was intense. I could not hold off. I pushed him back on the mattress, and our tongues danced in a hot, wet kiss. The teasing and the conversation on our journey home came flooding back. My button was so hard it ached. I got him on his hands and knees and told him to wait. I ran to the kitchen, came back with the jar of sticky liquid, and told him to stick his hard cock deep into the honey. It looked huge under the glass, encased in this thick ooze. I slowly pulled the jar down and watched his cock slowly emerge, dripping his bodily fluid, mixed with honey, back into the container. This was so erotic I repeated it twice, licking his honey-coated, smooth-shaven balls and cock clean each time.

  He flipped me onto my back and poured the cool, smooth nectar down my steaming hole—what a contrast it made. He licked and sucked and nibbled my pussy until I exploded, filling his mouth with my own natural sweetness. Then I dipped his cock into the jar one last time and begged him to fuck my hot, tight cunt with all the sticky honey that coated his shaft. I stood up, and he entered me from behind, giving me a sensation that has to be one of a kind. Feeling my slick, slippery juices meeting with a very sticky hard-on brought me to another orgasm.

  My lover wasn’t finished with me yet. He pulled his cock out of my heat and asked me to suck it, which I eagerly did. We repeated this a few times. I could taste my come and the honey together as my hungry mouth pumped anxiously on his now purple and ready shaft. When he finally erupted into my mouth, I had a heavenly taste sensation of three different flavors.

  Every time I have my honey in the morning, I think of the honey I had that afternoon. I just can’t wait to have a friend over for tea with cock-flavored sweetener.

  —D. V., Canada

  Instructions for a Sunday Morning

  Instead of going to church like we always do, my roommate, my boyfriend, and I went to the doughnut shop just up the street from where I attend college. We bought a dozen cream-filled eclairs: six vanilla, five Bavarian cream, and one mammoth chocolate-filled. We had them microwaved.

  We sped back to the dorm room with the bounty. We had only just sneaked past the security guard— which was hard to do, considering how many dough-nuts were in our possession—when my roommate, Natalie, grabbed the chocolate eclair from the bag and bit off the end of it, licking the excess cream off her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. She handed the remainder to my boyfriend, John.

  By this time, we had arrived back at the room. Before the door had even closed, John had unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiffy. He forced himself inside the eclair and moaned in ecstasy as he slid himself in and out of the tasty little pastry.

  In the meantime, Natalie had pulled off all my clothes and pinned me to the bed, an eclair in each hand. I could feel her hot and wet against my leg. She pushed my feet and hands to the sides of the bed. I writhed in anticipation. She paused above me and bit off the end of the sugary snack and squeezed the filling inside my hungry pussy. She filled her own with the other eclair while we watched.

  She began stroking, licking, and teasing my nipples as I struggled to do the same to her. Finally, I flipped her over and began to feast on her sweet filling, straddling her head. I felt her tongue begin to probe my own sugar factory.

  The eclair had brought John to the explosion point. He cast it aside and leapt atop the writhing female flesh on the bed. He thrust himself urgently into my ass, moaning about how tight it was. “Oh baby, you’re better than any eclair,” he cried. “I do like chocolate filling best.”

  I felt the tension in his loins, and suddenly he erupted inside of me in a hot, filling gush. He moaned and fell insensible to the floor. His shot of life flowed through me like an electrical spark, and I felt Natalie’s orgasm arriving beneath my pulsing tongue. We came together, exploding like overloaded transformers.

  After a few minutes, we all sat up and ate the rest of the eclairs with coffee. We highly re
commend this particular Sunday morning activity.

  —A. W., Texas

  Cherry Charge

  It’s the Fourth of July and we’re having a heat wave. Our clothes are clinging to us like second skin. Every fan we own is on and blowing, yet nothing helps to keep us cool. I go for a tall, cold glass of iced tea and a cherry Popsicle. I sit back down and try to relax, but to no avail. My clothes are so sticky that I decide to strip. In an effort to keep cool, I continue to suck on my cherry Popsicle. After a few minutes pass, I get a small surprise. A couple of drops from the Popsicle fall on my breasts. What a great feeling. I start to get an idea.

  All the while my husband is in taking a shower, trying to keep himself cool. When he finishes drying off, he comes out to a very cool scene. He sees me and my cherry Popsicle doing some very cool things together.

  I rub the Popsicle on my nipples. Oh, what a feeling. I feel the coolness of the Popsicle working on my breasts. One problem: I am getting hot in between my legs. So I run the Popsicle down my body, leaving a cherry trail right down to my very hot box. I rub the tip of the Popsicle over my clit and go crazy. The heat wave must be getting to me by now. I slowly push the head of the ice pop into my pussy in an effort to cool down.

  As you can imagine, it isn’t working very well. The cherry ice has become my newest obsession. I’m losing all control. At this point I have my eyes closed. I can see nothing but the heat wave. My cherry Popsicle has all my attention. I am pumping it in and out of my pussy at a slow and cooling rate. But after a few minutes of this, I open my eyes to a mind-shattering picture—my husband and his huge, rock-hard dick, standing right in front of me and my pussy. He is mesmerized by my cherry Popsicle, and all of my pussy juices mixing together. I tell him to get down on his knees. I make him suck off all of my juice from the Popsicle. And then I start all over again by reinserting the instrument into my hot, dripping pussy.