Penthouse

by Penthouse International

  As I sucked Tai’s cock, I felt Ray slide between my thighs and lower me onto his face. His tongue worked masterfully on my dripping pussy. After a few minutes of this, they wanted to switch positions. Tai lay on his back and I straddled his head, rubbing my juices on his face. Ray stood in front of me. When he pulled his shorts down, one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen leaped out at me. It was at least eight inches of thick, dark meat. Being a woman who loves big cocks, I eagerly took his pole into my mouth. I have been told that I am an expert cocksucker, but I was only able to get about half of it in. I sucked his cock hard, and Tai licked my pussy for about twenty minutes. Needing something hard inside me, I turned around, and Ray slid his huge black cock into my pussy. My cunt felt as if it would split end to end as his dick filled every inch of it. I felt something rise inside me. My whole body was an active volcano, and I erupted into an incredible orgasm. I think I had four fabulous orgasms that day. As I started to get hot and wet again, I told them to get up and jack off. My juices started to flow as I watched them stroke their cocks. Tai was moaning like crazy as come flew from the head of his cock and landed all over my tits. As he massaged his come into my tits with his cock, Ray put his hand on my face and turned me toward him. His cock was only inches from my lips as he pumped it furiously. Being what you could call a junkie, I wanted every drop of his come. He jammed his dick into my mouth, and I felt the hot come splashing in my mouth. Not wanting to waste a drop, I sucked every bit of his cock. There was so much come, it seeped out of the corners of my mouth. Ray used his finger to scrape up what was on my chin, and I licked it off his finger. After lying on each other for a few moments, they put their clothes back on and headed out the window to finish their work. I just stayed there for a while, savoring the taste in my mouth and the smell of sex in the air. I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I enjoyed living it.

  —L. D., Pennsylvania

  Turnabout

  For the past four years, I’ve earned extra money as a phone-sex operator. Most of the callers want me to do all the talking, but last week a very special man named Jack called, and here’s how it went. . . .

  Me: Hi, Jack. My name’s Roxanne, and I’m twenty-two years old. I’m five-foot-two, with red hair, long legs, a small, round ass, and big tits. I’m a C cup, and my measurements are—

  Jack: Do you like to have your pussy licked?

  Me: Yes. I—

  Jack: I bet you do. I’d love to bury my face in your little red cunt. I’d suck your lips into my mouth and run my tongue up and down your slit, stopping only to tickle your little pink clit. Would you like that, Roxanne? [At that point I noticed myself beginning to squirm in my seat. My silk shorts were getting moist. Most callers are passive and let me talk, but Jack barely let me finish a sentence. The role reversal was very exciting.]

  Me: Do you like to have your cock sucked, Jack?

  Jack: I’d love to run the tip of my seven-and-a-half-inch cock all over your face. You’d be on your knees, naked. I’d sit on the edge of the bed. You would lick the shaft until you got to the tip. Then you’d stand up and sit on my dick. I’d fuck you hard and fast. [By then I had my hand in my shorts, fingering my very wet slit.]

  Me: Oh, yes.

  Jack: Touch yourself, Roxanne. Fuck your own cunt. Me: I am. Jack: Stick two fingers in. Me: Okay. Jack: Now bring them up to your mouth and lick

  them. They taste good, don’t they? Now with your other hand, I want you to pinch your nipple and rub your tit.

  Me: Oh God, yes, yes.

  Jack: Now keep rubbing your nipple and fucking your cunt. I’m going to come. I’m going to spray it all over your face.

  Me: In my mouth, baby. Come in my mouth! [I heard Jack coming for a second, but my own orgasm was too loud for me to hear much more.]

  We thanked each other and said good-bye. Jack has yet to call me back, but I’ll bet he’s making some other phone-sex operators as happy and satisfied as he made me.

  —R. M., Maryland

  Muscle Madness

  I work in a men’s clothing store. Having a good Midwestern work ethic, I check every order before sending it to the factory, even those taken by other managers. It was while doing this that I noticed what seemed to be a big mistake.

  I found an order for a man who was, apparently, fairly heavy for his height—215 pounds at five-eleven. His neck was over eighteen inches, his chest was fifty-one inches, and his waist was thirty-two inches. Either some of these measurements were wrong, or this guy had one hell of a physique. On the off chance that this was the right information, I knew I wanted to meet this Goliath.

  You see, ever since I can remember, I have hid a real weakness for guys with big muscles. I loved to watch all those old Hercules movies and pretend that I was the young slave girl who would be rescued by the strength and power of the huge muscle man. More recently, I’ve become a big fan of American Gladiators. The sight of those big guys just gets my pussy juices flowing!

  I decided to call this guy, Marty, to come back in for a refitting, claiming I wanted to make sure we had all the right information. I said I was the new manager and wanted to take personal responsibility for every aspect of my job. I suggested he stop in sometime near closing. To my delight, he said he appreciated the extra effort and would be happy to stop by the next night after his workout.

  Upon hearing him say “workout,” I became over-whelmed with excitement! This was not a potbellied guy—this was, in fact, a real muscle man!

  I carefully decided what to wear for my first encounter with a real bodybuilder, wanting to show off my very firm, five-foot-five, 115-pound, 37C-23-35 body. I decided on a simple white-silk top that clung to my firm breasts and a short black-leather miniskirt that showed off my great legs. Of course, I wore no bra and my skimpiest panties.

  Just around closing the next night, I looked up and saw him. He looked even bigger than I thought he would. He was wearing a Gold’s Gym sweatshirt and baggy muscle pants. His enormous shoulders tapered to the tightest ass you can imagine. He was in his late twenties, about my age, very well groomed, with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. His rugged good looks fit the rest of him perfectly.

  I thanked him for stopping in and suggested we step into the fitting room to take his measurements. I had to stretch my arms to get the tape measure around his enormous chest. While doing this, I could feel how rock-hard he was. His pecs felt like slabs of granite, his back muscles rippled right through the thick sweat-shirt. Wanting to see more of his body, I thought quickly and pointed out that we could get the best results if he would slip out of his shirt. He was more than willing to accommodate. I think he was catching on to my little game, as he noticed my nipples harden.

  It was staggering! I was standing in front of my very own Hercules—deep tan, bulging muscles, and the smoothest skin. This guy was awesome! I continued my job once again, measuring his chest and his tight little waist. I said I wanted to make sure the suit we ordered would have enough room to accommodate his big arms, so I asked him to flex to get the right measurement. As he flexed, I held my breath as the tape stretched to over twenty-one inches.

  I couldn’t help myself. I asked him to flex his entire body for me. He was certainly on to me now. It was all I had to say. Without breaking eye contact, he slipped off his muscle pants, revealing the teeniest bright blue bikini briefs. His thighs looked like they were carved out of tree trunks. As he went from one pose to another, I became hotter and hotter. Almost instinctively, without really thinking, I slipped off my top, revealing my big, firm tits. I cupped them gently in my hands, playing with my hard nipples. He smiled as he saw me getting pleasure out of worshiping his huge body. He looked down at my miniskirt. Without saying a word, I knew what he wanted to see. I writhed out of it, stretched my hands above my head, and displayed my body for him. His cock showed me that he liked what he saw.

  I moved closer to this mountain of muscle. I got down on my knees and slowly removed the last bit of clothing between my
mouth and his cock. His shaft was as well developed as the rest of him. When I took him into my mouth, he groaned with pleasure. As I worked on his muscle shaft, he continued to pump and flex. His body was now covered with a thin film of sweat; it made him even more beautiful. As he flexed and I sucked, we were surrounded by images of ourselves from all angles in the fitting-room mirrors. This added to our excitement, as we got off on our perfect bodies.

  I looked up at him and whispered, “I want you to be my Hercules.” He smiled and said that nothing would please him more. He spotted the big chains that we use to secure the security bars on the loading dock. He asked me to wrap them around his enormous chest. I knew exactly what he was doing—he was going to act out one of my favorite scenes from the movies.

  As he towered above me, his cock deep in my mouth, I saw him place his hands on his waist and breathe deeply—his chest expanded, his pecs bulged, his lats flared out, and the chains fell from around my Hercules. As he broke free, he came in my mouth. His load was thick and hot, just like his body.

  It was incredible. Since that time we have played out many other fantasy scenes. The sex is really great when two gorgeous bodies merge in muscle-crazed passion!

  —D. M., Illinois

  Cleaning Up

  We can finally afford a housecleaning service. That gives me time for myself and some pet projects. But I soon learned another major advantage of having a crew clean my house. In our case, the work is done weekly by two young guys from the Philippines. From day one, I not only admired their easygoing efficiency, but also their exotic faces and muscular bodies. From day two, I not only lusted after them, but also devised a strategy to seduce them.

  Cleaning day number three saw me parading around the house with mini cutoffs that exposed part of my cheeks and a flimsy T-shirt that brought out the best of my shapely breasts. The result was almost immediate. One fellow dropped his cleaning bottle and the other bumped into the furniture with the vacuum cleaner. I teasingly scolded them and threatened the appropriate punishment. Their smiles nearly melted the lower part of my body, and I wanted to fuck them right then and there. But I savored a slow approach. I derive much pleasure from the tease and anticipation, as well as from a prolonged, built-up sexual tension.

  In the fourth week, I acted like I had just gotten out of bed. My hair was down, and I wore a sheer baby-doll nightie. Their eyes were popping as they ogled me. As I moved around, the silky fabric stuck to my skin, showing my erect nipples. I bent down to show them the dark crack of my ass. I sat down on the couch to read the paper, spread my legs to let them see up my thighs. From the cool air, I could feel that they were able to see the furry part between my legs.

  But now I was moist and wantonly hot. With a low voice, I asked them whether they perform other services. They asked, “What do you have in mind, lady?” I leaned back, moved the fabric of my panties aside, slowly spread my cunt lips, and proceeded to insert one finger inside of me.

  The two men dropped their cleaning equipment, sank to their knees in front of me, and started to caress my body. Their hands were all over me, softly stroking my thighs, kneading my tits. As soon as I removed my hand from my pussy an eager tongue lapped broadly from the bottom up to my clit. Every time he touched my knob, I felt closer to coming. One thick finger slid between my swollen pussy lips, and I almost dissolved in a shattering orgasm.

  They had undressed and showed their other equipment. Their dark, smooth bodies were almost hairless. Their cocks stood straight up near their bellies. I leaned forward and licked one of these beautiful tools while holding the other in my hands. I opened my mouth, took it all in, and started a slow pump, which turned into a fast pump until an enormous eruption shot down my throat. I took a deep breath and continued the same treatment on the other cock. All this had taken but a few minutes, and I wasn’t through yet, by a long shot. In fact, I burned with desire. I led the two men into the bedroom and sucked them alternately to a renewed state of action. I took the deep pounding on my back with my legs over their shoulders. I was in sex heaven.

  Two men in bed is my favorite, surpassed only by more men in bed, including my husband. Like always, I told my husband what I’d been up to, and he joined us a couple of weeks later.

  —T. W., California

  Behind the Scenes

  Imagine a beautiful neighborhood in Oregon with trees, white picket fences, and annual barbecues. This is the type of neighborhood that Larry and Debbie live in. They are the model neighbors in everyone’s eyes, but behind the bedroom door there is a different side of them.

  Their bedroom is a Penthouse wonderland. The bed has a beautiful oak canopy with mirrors on the top and sides. At the foot of the bed (which vibrates), there is a stationary video camera for recording all the fun and adventure.

  You see, I’m their housekeeper. One day while cleaning their bedroom I found one of the tapes they had made together. I put it in the VCR that was in the bedroom and began to watch it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The ever-so-perfect couple was doing things I have only dreamt of. Debbie came into the room in a little string bikini and lace cover. Larry was sitting on the bed with a bulging hard-on. Debbie went to him and stripped each piece of clothing off. Once she was at his feet, she began to suck his now even larger toy.

  As I was watching this I began to get wet. I wasn’t sure what was turning me on more—his huge penis or her beautifully shaped breasts. I began to finger myself while watching more of the tape. Debbie stopped sucking and Larry lay back on the bed. Then she sat on his face and he began to eat her out. I couldn’t stand it—I began to masturbate. Just as I was close to coming, Debbie and Larry came into the room. I was so embarrassed . . . I wasn’t sure what to say or do. As I started to get up, Debbie came to me and began rubbing my breasts. She asked if I wanted her to eat me out, and I told her that I wasn’t sure. She just smiled and guided me down onto the bed. I could tell that Larry was getting quite turned on by the way his penis was growing in the fastest way. He began to rub himself.

  Debbie was sucking my tits and rubbing my clit and my breathing was so wild I couldn’t control myself. Larry came over, sat on the bed, and turned on the mattress. The more it vibrated, the wetter I became. Debbie started to lick my cunt, and Larry suggested that I close my eyes so I wouldn’t be able to see what was happening. I could only feel that there were two people on me. One of them was sucking my tits and the other was eating me out. The feelings were so much more intense because I couldn’t anticipate what was going to happen next. Larry stuck his long, hard cock into my mouth and his precome tasted so good. He then put his penis into my wet cunt and began to bang me. He started slowly, then worked his way up to a fast, pulsating hump. I screamed as I climaxed.

  When they were done, I opened my eyes. They were both sweaty, and when Debbie asked how I’d liked it, I just smiled. Larry invited me over to enjoy their company anytime. Now I can’t wait to work for them again next Tuesday.

  —H. H., Oregon

  Working the Worker

  My fantasy begins like this: There are men working in our house. I find one in particular very attractive. My husband is also home. I am going about my business in the kitchen, working at the counter and sink, preparing our dinner. I am wearing a half shirt with no bra and a denim miniskirt with nothing underneath. From behind me I hear someone working. A few minutes later, my husband is standing behind me, sliding his hands up my ribs underneath my shirt to gently grab my breasts. His fingers feel their way to my already hardening nipples. He lightly pinches them, and they harden all the more. While he plays with my tits, I let out an approving moan to let him know in yet another way that what he is doing is just right.

  My nipples are like stones between his fingers, and now I can feel my cunt throbbing because of what he is doing to me. I am getting wet and slippery between my legs. The anticipation of waiting for him to discover my wanting cunt with a finger is killing me. He is so excited—I can tell by his breathing. I reach behind me and fee
l his excitement through his jeans. Finally, ever so gently, his fingers find my hot cunt. He is so surprised when I spread my feet a little farther apart. His finger finds my moist entrance and teases me. I want his finger to enter me, but he continues his game. While he is playing with my entrance, I quickly bend my knees so his finger is forced to slip inside. Again I give a most approving moan. He slides his finger in and out of me.

  I need to take him to my room, so without even turning around, I take his hand and lead him up the stairs. One of the other workers spots us and gives us a thumbs-up. When we enter the bedroom, I turn to close the door. To my surprise, the man is not my husband but the worker I was admiring earlier! I can’t stop now. Even if I wanted to, he is already sliding his hands around me to find my ass, hiking my skirt up to feel my cunt from behind. Then he kisses me, softly at first. I open my mouth to his, and our tongues meet and explore each other. Wow, does he taste sweet! Now my curiosity gets to me, and I need to see the bulge beneath his pants. I slide my hands slowly from his shoulders to his not-too-hairy chest. It’s hot, and I can feel his heart racing beneath my hands. I slide my hands down to his navel and use one finger to trace the hair from his belly to the thing I’ve been wanting since he first touched me. I unbutton his pants and ask him to remove them. He is wearing normal white briefs, but they are so sexy on this man. He is breaking through the elastic waist. I stroke him through his underwear, then I pull them down to reveal a soft yet very hard cock. He sits on the edge of the bed. I love the taste of man, so I can’t resist him. I lick his cock to get it wet all over, then grab the tip of it with my lips and slide them down the length of his bulging cock—tugging, sucking, and playing with it with my tongue.

  Now it is his turn to let out a moan. Sucking and licking and kissing, I love the feel of him in my mouth. I can feel that he is ready to explode, but I am not finished yet, so I slow down and gently kiss his cockhead. He lies across the bed—I lean over him and let him play with my hanging tits, the nipples still showing my arousal. I swing my leg around so my cunt is above his face. I let him look and, finally, explore with his fingers. I can’t see his face, but I can feel his pulse accelerating to an incredible speed. I know he must love watching his fingers disappear and reappear from the depths of me. I reach around my own ass, and with my fingers I spread my cunt open even farther for him. That I would let him look at me in this way excites him so much, and it excites me to know that I am able to do this to a man. I lower myself to him so he can reach me with his mouth, and I feel his hot, wet tongue lick the area around my cunt, finally tasting all of me as he slides it in and out. I shudder as I feel my juices rush into my loins. I moan, wanting his tongue to be farther inside me, wetter, hotter—my heart is beating so hard and fast, I’m sure it will somehow escape from my chest—exploring, licking, thrusting until my entire body trembles in an incredible climax.