Penthouse

by Penthouse International

  He began to unbutton my shirt and playfully nibble at my neck and shoulders. He slipped off my jeans, and we dropped down to the platform. He worked his tongue up and down my body, focusing on every sensitive spot until he reached my clit. Massaging my pearl with his tongue, he gently fucked me with his forefinger. After what seemed like an eternity of erotic movement, I reached the most incredible climax I’d ever dreamed possible.

  Next he worked his way back up to my lips and kissed me hard as he penetrated me with his massive cock. The humidity was almost unbearable yet stimulating. Our bodies clung together with every thrust, and I grabbed his ass and drove him deeper. Our moaning grew louder. As I begged him for release, it seemed to make him want me more, and his thrusts became harder.

  Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, the crane clicked on and started moving down the mill. Apparently, the operator didn’t know we were up there. Every little bump the crane hit drove me wild. After we both climaxed, we collapsed into each other’s arms. He gently kissed me. We were drained from the heat that we had created. Remembering that we were at work, we quickly got dressed and returned to our jobs. Later we met in the parking lot for more of each other, but I’ll save that story for another time.

  —P. E., Pennsylvania

  Lust for Lunch

  Recently, my boyfriend and I had an interesting and very enjoyable lunch hour. He is one of the sexiest men I have ever known and is very creative, which means our sex life is far from dull.

  On this particular day, he called me at my office and said he would meet me at my house in an hour. As soon as he arrived at my house and bolted the door behind us, an animal magnetism drew the two of us together. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, barely letting us breathe. We made our way to the bed-room with our clothes falling in heaps along the way.

  I bent down and locked my mouth around his raging hard-on. I sucked his hard cock into my mouth and tongued my way down the length. As my tongue swirled back and forth across the tender spot just below the head of his penis, my hands pumped his thick shaft. He lifted my head off his hard tool, lay down on his back, then pulled me on top of him. I put his cock into my very wet and waiting cunt. I slowly rode him up and down, then bounced wildly on his cock while he rubbed and squeezed my tits.

  Then he rolled me over onto my back without his hard erection ever leaving my hot, dripping box. I wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust up to meet his every stroke. He lifted my legs even higher as he pumped in and out.

  After he positioned my legs on his shoulders, his prick sank in to the hilt. We fucked fast and furious until I started to come, my body convulsing against his. Suddenly he shoved his thick prick deep inside my wet, throbbing cunt, and I had another mighty orgasm.

  Then he lowered my legs, and once again I wrapped them around his waist. Ever so slowly he pushed the head of his cock into my pussy, then he stopped. Without warning, he plunged his cock into my tight slit. I moaned loudly and raised my hips to take all of him. I was approaching climax again. I lifted my head to kiss him, and he opened his mouth wide. His tongue swirled with mine until I shuddered and writhed ecstatically. He rammed his cock into me time and time again.

  Just when he was about to come, he removed his prick from my pussy and proceeded to spurt hot, thick jets of come all over my chest and in my mouth, some splashing on my neck and tits. We collapsed, exhausted, in each other’s arms. That was by far the best lunch hour I’d ever had, and I can hardly wait until my lover’s next creative moment!

  —S. W., Michigan (Aug. ’93)

  Counting with Cynthia

  I am presently employed as a grocery-store cashier, and one recent Sunday we had to do inventory on all of the stock. I was assigned to work with Cynthia, my fellow checkout girl. We were in the manager’s office counting all of the tobacco products. I couldn’t help noticing Cynthia’s very sexy legs, which were revealed by her short pink skirt. She was braless, and her pert nipples stuck out through her blouse—she was quite a sight.

  I had climbed up on a stepladder and was counting cigarettes when I asked Cynthia to hand me my inventory sheet. She climbed the ladder and stood behind me, nonchalantly placing her hands on my shoulders to give me a gentle massage. “Oooh, that feels good,” I said.

  “Does it?” she asked. “If we put our heads together, we can make each other feel really good.” Then she grabbed my hand and seductively ran her tongue over my fingers. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I was really getting turned on by my sexy coworker. Her hands ran up my shirt and over my breasts. I put my hands over hers, and we both caressed my boobs while she began to nuzzle my neck. We couldn’t stand it any longer and got off the ladder and headed to the compressor room, knowing that it would be the only place for lusty, uninhibited sex.

  We met in the middle of the room and each clutched our arms around the other. Our mouths met, our tongues exploring. I ran my hands under her blouse and felt, fondled, and squeezed her firm breasts. Cynthia unzipped my trousers and pulled them down—along with my now soaked panties.

  Next she unbuttoned my shirt while her other hand diddled with my wet pussy. She unzipped her skirt and took off her blouse. We French-kissed and fell to the floor, not caring how dirty it was. As I lay on my back, Cynthia ran her tongue up my leg, slowly working her way to my cunt. “I want to taste you,” she purred as she opened my legs wide and buried her face in my twat.

  Her tongue worked magic on my wet clit as she licked in a circular motion, making me squirm. She licked faster and faster, then slid her tongue into my hole, exploring every crevice. I couldn’t believe how horny I was. She continued to please me for another fifteen minutes, and then climbed on top of me so we could kiss some more.

  She rose up above me and brought her pussy down so I could taste it. She went up and down, moaning as I fiercely sucked her pussy for another quarter of an hour. Then she ran her tongue over my breasts, sucking them ever so gently, making my nipples stand out, rock-hard. I caressed her ass as she made love to my breasts, and we continued our lust for the next hour. Needless to say, it was a very profitable inventory.

  —R. Y., Nebraska

  Business Meeting

  I love to tease, so if Jenna wanted to fuck around on her girlfriend, I decided to let her have a little fun. Whenever I came to her office, she would give me gifts like flowers, candy, or sexy panties she would imagine me wearing. She would even hold all calls and lock her door when I was there. This girl sure had the hots!

  She wasn’t about to get my pussy right away. She spent several of our “meetings” kissing me and trying to either take off or pull up my skirt while I warded her off. She was very aggressive and quite adept at wooing, nibbling, and kissing. But I taught her who the boss was, and only let her get so far each time. I was driving her crazy, but told her that she could just go back to Mary and forget our little get-togethers if she really wanted to. But she wanted me, so she had to go at my speed. I was in control.

  It was erotic being in her office, having this very intelligent young woman going bonkers over me. I felt very masterful, realizing what the powers of the flesh held over her. She’d always wind up on her knees with me sitting on the edge of her desk or in her leather swivel chair, my skirt hiked up while she massaged my legs and kissed my inner thighs or my tummy. She had already nicknamed me “The Bod,” and she loved to explore every inch of it. I had let her loosen my top a few times and go wild on my breasts, which she couldn’t seem to get enough of. That felt pretty nice. I liked watching her looking at me as she licked and sucked my tits. She adored them, and they had her panting.

  Finally, one day—wearing a see-through mesh top under a light blazer, with no bra, a short red skirt, garterless black mesh stockings, and a pair of black thong panties—I sat on the edge of Jenna’s desk, and as she fell to her knees, she begged me to let her lick me. She had wanted it long enough, and I relented. Soon her tongue slipped right into my pussy. Her tongue licked my honeypot as if
there was no tomorrow, and as her face buried in my muff, she looked up at me as if she was in heaven.

  I teased her, asking, “Who tastes better, me or Mary?” I could see her smile as her head went up and down and side to side, tasting my muff for all she was worth—I could tell it was no contest. Boy, could she give some head! Her cheeks were literally slapping against my inner thighs as her tongue circled over and around my clit. Making her wait had heightened her excitement more than I could have imagined.

  I liked seeing her head down there and seeing her nose pressed up against my pussy hair. While she was busy eating me, her hands roamed all over, either pushing my knees apart or wrapping around my outer thighs or firmly holding my ass while her tongue did its trick.

  I liked getting licked by Jenna, and sat back and let her do all the work. She never asked me for anything in return. I felt sorry for her when the phone would ring or if she would have to meet with someone and let them in. One time she took a call, talking to the person in between licks of my pussy. She was very annoyed that she couldn’t just hang up the phone.

  Jenna introduced me to a very exciting experience, and needless to say, I enjoyed it very much.

  —L. J., New Jersey

  Home Improvement

  After thirty years of marriage, my husband died suddenly, and I found myself, at fifty, sleeping alone, very well off, and set upon by every gold-digging lounge lizard in California and points east. After a year of this, I decided to sell the house and move, but I needed to fix it up, so I started taking bids. I must have seemed like the perfect target. I look forty—full breasts, wide hips, long legs, sensuous mouth, dark eyes, black hair, olive skin—and have a great deal of money. Prices from the contractors were outrageous, and all of them thought I would jump into bed with them. Finally, a chance meeting with an old girlfriend provided me with the number of Marty. I called him, and he came over.

  He was a handsome man in his forties, black hair going gray, big brown eyes, warm, humorous, and very honest. He said we should start with something small and see how it went, so he gave me an estimate on the guest bedroom, and he started the next day.

  I had errands to run, and when I came back, he was stripping wallpaper. To my surprise he was wearing cutoffs, no shirt, and sandals. I couldn’t help but check him out—it had been so long.

  He had a great body—strong legs, a firm, round ass, flat stomach, strong arms and chest (salt-and-pepper hair on his chest and stomach, glistening with sweat). His sweet, musky scent caught my nose, and I could feel my nipples harden, my heart start to thump, and my mouth water. I hadn’t planned on this. My mind went blank.

  He gave me a big smile, and said, “Ah, the woman of the house.” My heart just melted, and I wanted him right then and there. He was standing on a ladder, facing out, his waist about level with my head, and I could see his cock pressing against his Levi’s. He saw where I was looking, and his cock lengthened and thickened down his leg. God, how I wanted it.

  Without saying a word, he unsnapped and unzipped his cutoffs. I stepped forward, pulled them down, and his cock sprang out and up in my face. The shaft was blue-veined, the swollen glans was deep red, almost purple, and I proceeded to swallow it whole! A delicious cock—a good seven inches and full balls.

  I was nipping the head, stroking the shaft, and driving him crazy. He moaned deep and full like an animal, one hand buried in my hair, the other steadying the ladder against the wall. I continued deep-throating him and squeezing his hard buns until I thought he was going to come, but he displayed great control. I was glad, because I wanted his load in other places besides my mouth.

  I stepped back and unzipped my blouse, freeing my swollen breasts, my inch-long nipples jutting out at him. I stepped closer and wrapped them around his hard cock, giving him a breast fuck while I licked his belly and squeezed his great ass until he moaned again—a real man, completely masculine and natural. I was in heaven. I brought him to the edge again and stepped back; offering him my breasts in my hands. I undid my skirt and let it drop, pulling the thong aside to reveal my wet, hot, purple-lipped cunt to him, spreading the folds, fingering cunt honey onto my hand, and putting my fingers in his mouth. He licked them clean while I sucked his cock, rubbing another handful of cunt honey on his cock, covering his balls with it. He went wild.

  He pushed me back onto the bed and stepped down between my legs. I was spread wide for him, everything in a haze, blood pounding in my brain, every inch of my being on fire! He took his full, hard, swollen erection in his hand and ran the head up and down my wet, hot slit, the opening at the head of his cock kissing my fully stimulated clitoris. Up and down, again and again. He was working me so good, making me want it so bad. It was never even close to anything I had done with my husband, and I always thought we’d had a good sex life. Was I wrong!

  I couldn’t stand it anymore. I reached down and spread my cunt to him, imploring him to fuck me. He looked deep into my eyes and slowly put the head in—I was in bliss. I wanted it hard, but he had other plans, only giving me an inch at a time. With his hands moving up and down my body, massaging and squeezing my swollen breasts and nipples, thumbing my clitoris as he sank his hard shaft completely inside me, I came!

  Then he started to really fuck—long strokes, short strokes, combinations, fucking my brains out, fucking me into ecstasy. I had a multiple orgasm, coming three or four times in a row, and he was just incredible. I had never come so hard and fast and often at one time. It was like I was in another world, out of my senses, just aware of his being and his cock and his hands taking me to new heights, an orgasmic wave carrying me along. Wanting it from behind, I turned over, head down, my bottom up in the air. He gave it to me, fucking me like a dog—I was a bitch in heat. The tempo picked up and I was gone, finished, history. I came twice more and picked up his rhythm, working my ass against him, bringing him closer and closer. Then, with a deep roar, he started coming.

  Quick as a whip, I pulled away, turned, grabbed his erection, and took his full load into my open mouth, catching his hot, sweet come on my tongue, letting his sap run down my throat until he collapsed between my legs, his tongue going inside my cunt, lapping up my love honey, eating my throbbing pussy until I came again.

  Then we both passed out. We woke up laughing, his laughter matching mine until our mouths met in a long, wet, come-mixed kiss. Then we got into the shower and fucked standing up. Afterward, he carried me to the bed, and we slept until dark.

  I woke up in the early evening, his erection against my rump. I eased it in while he slept, fucking him with my cunt muscles, and he came in his sleep, even though his eyes opened and looked into mine as he did, his orgasm matching my own—heaven!

  He spent the night, and the next, and after three days, we were together. Needless to say, the work on the house is progressing slowly, but I am his apprentice. He is teaching me about renovation and about all the positions and techniques of advanced fucking. I am teaching him a few of my own talents. He is the kind of man every woman dreams of—a stud, a stallion, a lover, a friend, intelligent, fearless, a great sense of humor, and heaven to sleep with.

  —M. G., California

  Hired Help

  I am not an avid reader of your magazine, but I have read a letter or two from your “Forum” section. The letters always seemed a bit far-fetched to me, and I believed that they were only the imagination of a lonely soul. But after this event, I am a firm believer, and would like to share it with your readers.

  I am recently married, and am now living up north. I am from a small Southern town, and I left all my friends to move to Pennsylvania. My husband is away a lot—his job takes him out of state for days at a time.

  On this particular weekend, my husband was out of town, and I was getting our town house painted by Tai and Ray. I was very bored, so I decided to go through my summer clothes. I found one of my favorite outfits that I thought I had lost. Wondering if it still fit, I decided to try it on. As I started to undress, I felt
as if I was being watched. On the closet door in my bed-room I have a full-length mirror, and in the mirror I saw the reflection of the two painters standing on the scaffolding outside my bedroom window.

  Knowing they were watching my every move, I decided to give them a show. Wearing only my French-cut panties, I grabbed the feather duster from my closet. Propping one leg up on a shelf, I ran the duster up the back of my leg, starting at my ankle, then over my calf and across my long, silky thigh. I started to work the duster back and forth across the crotch of my panties. I soon forgot who I was doing this for, as I was very much into the pleasure I was giving myself. As I ran the duster over my belly and to the undersides of my breasts, the tingling sensation from the feathers sent a wave of chills across my body, which made the nipples of my large tits stick out. Then all of a sudden, I heard a loud thud, and that made me remember my Peeping Toms.

  Throwing a robe on, I headed to the window. I asked them if they were okay. Tai had twisted his ankle. I told them to come in and that I’d be back with some ice. When I returned I told Tai to take off his boot so I could check it out. He was reluctant, saying that he thought it would be all right. Finally, he did, though. As I removed his sock, I told him that it didn’t look like there was anything wrong, but that I’d better check some more to make sure nothing was swollen. My hands made their way up his pants to his crotch, and I said, “Well now, this seems to be very swollen. . . . And I know just how to fix it.” The two men gave each other high fives and were out of their clothes in a heartbeat. I took off my robe and panties and got down on my knees in front of Tai. His cock was brick-hard and pointed straight up, with a slight curve to it. His cock was on the small side, so I was able to take all of it in my mouth.