She winked at me, and we left the bedroom. When she left, Marty and I decided that Mabel was the hottest, most erotic woman we both had ever seen, and I guess we both knew that she would be a part of our lovemaking and fantasizing from then on. We both love to fantasize about her and think about what will happen the next time one of us invites her over for a dance. The next time we’ll make sure that she doesn’t have another appointment on the same night. Or maybe one night, we’ll both surprise her at the club where she dances. Either way, I’m sure I’ll have another story for Penthouse.
— L. M., New York
Private Stag
I am a forty-one-year-old woman who became involved with a fifty-one-year-old man several months ago. He was already engaged to another woman, but I found him exciting and irresistible, and had to have him. We have carried on an affair for the past several months. Recently, he married his lucky fiancée.
A few days before his wedding, I gave him a private bachelor party. I explained that many bachelor parties have a whore, so I was his whore. I told him he should tell me what I do that he wants more of, what I do that I should stop, and what I should do, but have not.
He began by kissing me with those deep, forceful, tender kisses that drive me crazy. As I undressed him, I saw his cock had already risen to the occasion. We continued kissing and sucking and licking tits. My pussy was quickly wet, and he began to finger-fuck me ever so teasingly. I could feel the juices oozing out of my pussy, and I was ready to come already. But this was his party, and I was there to please him.
I made him lie down in the center of the bed. I began kissing him and slowly moved down to his nipples-I enjoy sucking them and rubbing them with my fingers. I flicked my tongue down his chest to his stomach and darted it in and out of his navel, and down to his cock. But being in a teasing mood, and knowing I had not even begun to carry out my plan, I avoided his cock, and tongued my way down his legs and back up to his balls. After kissing and sucking his balls, I let my tongue slide up his cock, over the head, and back up his stomach and chest. His cock was hard and ready, so I was ready to begin.
First I danced an ostrich feather across his chest, lingering at each nipple, which stood erect in response. I repeated the same pattern with the feather as I had with my tongue. It moved slowly and lightly down his chest, stomach, and legs, and then up between his legs onto his balls, and over his cock. The feather danced up and down his body several times. As it moved up his cock, I followed it with the tip of my tongue. His cock responded by moving up to greet my tongue, on its head. When I felt he could endure no more of the feather, I moved into phase two of my desire to please him-serious cocksucking.
I am always searching for new ideas in cocksucking, so this pleasure trip had three stages. When I drink Greek ouzo, it warms my mouth and all the way down to my stomach. I took a mouthful of ouzo, held it, and went down on his cock-careful not to let the ouzo drip out of my mouth while I took in his full cock. The heated sensation drove him wild. He said his cock felt like it was on fire, creating that fine line between pleasure and pain. After swallowing all the ouzo, I rubbed hot massage oil all over his cock and began again. This time I had to breathe on the oiled cock while tasting it, to initiate the heated sensation. Once again, after tonguing his cock and balls, I took him in my mouth and began the up-and-down motion, working toward deep-throating him. By now he was ready to explode, but I held his cock, with pressure, to subdue him, and told him it was time to cool down. This time I filled my mouth with crushed ice and went down on him once more. He was ready to fuck, but I refused, even though I desperately wanted his big cock inside my pussy.
I left him lying there throbbing and told him to think about what he wanted to do next. I returned in a couple of minutes and he wanted more ouzo. After I repeated the mouthful of ouzo on his throbbing cock, he begged me to cool it down again, which I did, obediently. By now almost one and a half hours of licking, sucking, teasing, and eating had passed, and it was time to fuck. As he mounted me, I raised my legs into the air so his cock could penetrate deeply into my pussy. We fucked furiously. But all good things must end, and we both had to return to work after this extended lunch hour. I never did find out what he did not like.
— S. J., New Jersey
Birthday Bash
My husband, Harold, had had this fantasy of seeing me with another woman for a couple of years. Last June he finally was able to fulfill this fantasy, and it was even better than he could have imagined. Ever since he told me about this dream of his, I had been pondering the idea of having sexual relations with another woman. In May I started going to bars and nightclubs, searching for the perfect woman for a one-night stand. I didn’t tell my husband about my quest, so that it would be a surprise to him, perhaps a birthday present. A week or so before my husband’s birthday, I happened to meet Eva. I met the blonde beauty in what is commonly referred to as a lesbian bar. I asked the stunningly large-breasted twenty-one-year-old if she would mind coming over to our house on the night of June 5, about 5:45 P.M. The gorgeous blonde arrived perfectly on schedule, and immediately things started happening. When I opened the door, I saw that she had on a trench coat. She took it off, and I saw the sexiest lingerie ever made. I could see her huge tits right through the lingerie, and that made me horny enough. She walked right in, grabbing one of my breasts as she went by. She walked into the kitchen and cleared off the table with one swipe. She told me to lie down on the table, so I did.
I was only a rookie, under the spell of this seasoned veteran. I couldn’t believe I was having sex with such an attractive girl! She slowly stripped me, starting from the top. She began kissing me deeply, then moved down my neck. She slid the straps off my shoulders, and as she pulled my dress down she licked every inch of the way. At this point, I began to feel bad about letting her do all the work, so I pushed her off of me and mounted her. Taking off her lingerie, I started with a mouthful of her mammoth-size breasts. Then I licked my way down to her waiting, hungry snatch. I darted my tongue in and out as fast as I could, licking up her tasty juices. After getting my lips (and hers) wet, I got up, turned around, and slipped into an absolutely vicious sixty-nine. It was right about then that I felt Harold’s rock-hard eight-incher sliding in and out of me at an incredibly fast rate. I knew that he had been watching for a while, because his member was already covered in his own precome when it entered me. Eva rolled out from under me and stood up. I rolled over and watched Harold play with her enlarged nipples. It was driving all of us wild. Then I got up and gave Harold one of the best blowjobs ever. As he was taking it, he lay down and Eva sat on his face. He must have done well, because Eva’s groans became screams as she came to her first climax. She proceeded to roll off Harold and take a breather. Harold stood and picked me up off the table. Then he positioned me properly and did me doggie style until we came wonderfully. Then the three of us lay down on the table and caressed one another’s bodies as we kissed French style. This is now a regular occurrence around our house, and sometimes we even go to Eva’s apartment. Harold thinks that this was the best birthday present ever, and I happen to agree.
— J. S., Ontario
Winter Wonderland
I couldn’t quite decide what to do for my boyfriend’s upcoming birthday. It would be difficult to top the previous year’s champagne bubble bath. We were in a full-size, outdoor Jacuzzi, mirrored all around, with candles in the corners and an ample supply of bubbly. I scrubbed him from the top of his head-with a lengthy stop at his other head-to the tip of his toes. We kept dipping in and out of the tub, grabbing bursts of the cold North Dakota air. Most people don’t believe it, but we made passionate love seven times that evening. So you see why he was so anxious about this year’s surprise.