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He began to lick my ears and blow in them. I thought I was going to die. He was hugging and kissing me, and, as he squeezed me to him, I could feel that huge organ of his pulsating against me. He tried to put his finger inside my suit, but I kept moving away. He would always come back, and I felt that giant tool of his pulsating against me.

Finally, I got out of the pool and sat on the edge. He was still in the water. He came over and began massaging my feet. Then he worked his way up to my knees and began kissing my upper legs and thighs. My pussy got so wet, and I got so hot, that I thought I was going to explode. He began to work his tongue under my swimming trunks, but I slipped back into the water. I don’t think I could have stood that.

He had slipped his trunks off. He was so cute I again thought I was going to die. He squeezed me, and I put my hands around his neck, then slid them down until I had my hands on the cheeks of his gorgeous butt.

The suit I had on was one of those two-piece things, and he had the bottoms off before I knew it was happening. He began nudging his dick between my legs. The contrast between the cool water and his hot throbbing dick made his equipment feel even more exciting. Frankly, I knew I wanted that thing inside me. We moved up to a pad on the pool deck and he began licking my pussy. He was in a sixty-nine position, so I had a good look at his throbbing, red, shiny dick. I blew hot air on the end of it, and a strange-looking fluid appeared on the very end. I touched it, and it was slick. I ran my fingers around the head, using that fluid as a lubricant. My God, it got even bigger.

He pulled the top of my suit off so my bazooms were pointing straight up. He moved his equipment between them, holding them together, slipping his penis back and forth. Then he slid farther down and began trying to enter me. I was very small, and I guess he was really average in size, but it seemed like it was the size of the space shuttle. It was really tight, but there was something compelling about it. I really wanted that big thing inside me. I put my legs around him, tightened my teeth, and pulled him all the way in. It felt like my insides had caught fire. I let out a groan that the neighbors could’ve heard. Within a few minutes, the difficulty had gone away, and we began that dance of love. It felt s-o-o-o good. We must have been screwing for about a half hour when all of a sudden he tensed up, pulled out of my vagina, and came all over my stomach.

We went swimming, and then into his bedroom for at least another hour of lovemaking before I had to go home

—S. S., Online

Morning Jog

I like hot, steamy, sweaty sex. I also like relaxing, quiet sex after some long, sexy foreplay. I like surprising quickies. I like . . . you name it.

When it comes to the steamy-and-sweaty type of sex, I’ve found the perfect partner. Twice a week I do some gardening in our front yard. Some months ago, a jogger started to pass by, huffing and puffing and groaning a painful hello. He wore a T-shirt and skintight bicycle shorts. The second time he passed by, I noticed a tremendous bulge up front, and I began to wonder. His efforts made him sweat profusely. His shirt clung to his muscular chest, and his shorts showed wet spots in the crotch. He looked outright sexy and appetizing.

I smiled, and he stopped. While we exchanged pleasantries, I could not keep my eyes off his crotch. He noticed, because he started to survey my body. I felt he was undressing me. I asked him in for some fruit juice, and as soon as I closed the door, I fell into his arms.

I kissed his sweaty face and smelled the primeval scent of the male. All my senses reacted at once. I felt weak at the knees, my skin yearned to be touched, and my pussy started to moisten. My desire made me almost delirious as I sank to the floor and stripped off his shorts on my way down. My heart almost stopped when I saw his tool. It was huge! I’ve had an eight-and-a-half-incher, and my husband is a respectable seven and three-quarters, but this one was nine and three-quarters, as I later measured. And it was thick, very thick and roughly veined. I almost swooned, and I rapturously held it in both hands. Clear precome lubricant oozed out copiously. I touched it to my face, and then I couldn’t wait. “Let me have it. Fill me up with this wonderful cock,” I moaned, spreading my legs wide.

Then I felt the great monster split me apart. The pleasurable sensation was so intense, I started to orgasm immediately, and it lasted and lasted—longer than I had ever experienced before. “Do it hard,” I whimpered, and he started to work in and out—slowly at first, then increasing the speed until he finally banged so hard, I almost lost consciousness. Only the joy and the pleasure kept me aware. I reached the highest level of pleasure and just stayed there. My lover’s sweat dripped on me, our bodies smoothly gliding against each other as the wetness served as the lubricant. Then he fiercely fucked me, until he shouted, “My God, I’m bursting!” I felt him melt inside me, and the swishing and slurping sounds became more intense as much of his come had filled me and squished out. What a sweet mess it all was. The smell of raw sex filled the room.

I held on to him, and he stayed inside me and did not wither. I slid my hands down to his buttocks and into the crack of his ass. He responded and resumed fucking. I met his thrusts, and we worked ourselves into another frenzy. Since our bodies were covered with sweat and my mouth was dry, I licked the salty moisture from his face, neck, chest, and arms.

He went wild, and it took a deliciously long time until he collapsed on top of me, spilling his second load into me. I was in an unbelievable state of arousal, and finally simmered down to sweet reality.

He rolled off me, then he looked at me and said, “Oh boy, if my wife knew.” I told him that my husband and I have been happily married for more than twenty years, due to the fact that we have had an open marriage for several of those years. The more juicy stories I told him, the more interested he became, until, finally, he rose to the occasion again. Rock-hard, he entered my wet, swollen pussy and did some more powerful fucking. We both reached that beautiful plateau of pleasurable release again.

Two weeks and four more visits later, he asked me to meet his wife and talk to her about our lifestyle. Well, I did, and we have become good friends and bed-room partners.

—T. W., California

Personal I.D.

We sat in the restaurant and talked for well over an hour. I felt an incredible attraction to this man. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to have him kiss me—I wanted him! After he excused himself and left, I noticed he’d left his wallet behind with his driver’s license in it. I smiled . . . this would be the perfect excuse for a reason to see him again.

The next evening I did just that. I explained to him that I had gotten his address from his license and I was in the area and decided to return it quickly, in case he was in need of it. He invited me in for a drink. The next thing I knew, he was standing only inches away, with one hand behind my head and the other on my breast. He bent his head and kissed me gently, trailing smaller kisses across my cheek, then whispered softly, “I left my wallet in hopes that you would return it personally.”

That was all it took to make me melt in his arms. His kisses were long and deep, his hand was gently caressing my breast, kneading its tip, while the other skillfully unbuttoned my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Soon after, my bra and panties followed. He stopped for a moment, looking into my eyes as if to ask if he should continue. I reached for the buttons of his shirt and was stopped short when he scooped me into his arms and carried me to his bedroom.

A brief flash of guilt crossed my mind, but it was soon forgotten when the kisses commenced once again. His lips were warm on my skin, and when they reached my breasts, I shivered. A slight moan escaped me. The kisses he bestowed on my body sent my senses reeling. They traveled to the junction between my legs. My first instinct was to stop him. I reached down, only to have him grab my wrists and hold them firmly at my side.

When at first his hot tongue touched my most private spot, I thought I would lose my mind. All sanity was removed. The only thing that mattered was the gentle assault this man was making on me with his tongue. My breathing became erratic. I could feel the perspiration forming on my brow. The ache between my legs became overwhelming. I wanted to explode! Never had I thought I would have such overpowering sensations.

Just then, he left me. A sigh of protest escaped my lips. He stood at the edge of the bed, smiling down at me, and removed his clothes. Soon he was naked before me. His body was exquisite and well-defined. His penis was extremely large compared to my husband’s, and for a moment I thought it might be difficult to get this man inside me.

The look of worry must have crossed my face, for a second later he was lying next to me, whispering words of comfort in my ear, followed by more soft kisses.

His fingers worked their magic on my mound, massaging little circles on my clit, then diving deep inside me. Soon the twinges came. I closed my eyes, wanting only to revel in the ecstasy. He stopped, and when I opened my eyes, he was poised above me. In that instant, he entered me. It only took my body a moment to adjust to his size as he moved slowly inside me. His penis filled me completely. I could feel its tip reach deep inside me with each stroke, as an intense urge for fulfillment came over me. My hips swayed, matching each plunge. I held his buttocks, pulling him deeper. When his fingers reached between us and found my clit, the explosion began, a shudder coursed through my body, and spasms gripped his penis like pulses. I held him fast as my back arched and my body convulsed beneath him. I soared through clouds, then fell back to earth. He moved more rapidly now, his muscles tense, and with one last thrust, he collapsed on top of me.

“You’re a wildcat,” he said, looking into my eyes. I hadn’t realized that I’d left marks down his back until he got dressed. I said I was sorry. He bent and kissed me. “It was worth it.”

—V. B., Utah

Little Drummer Boy

After reading
Penthouse
recently, I knew I had to share my story from a few months ago—my encounter with a very talented musician.

After a long day of business seminars, I sat in the lounge of the hotel where I was staying. As I sipped my margarita, I noticed the drummer of the band that was playing—I was looking at him, looking at me. By the time the last set was finished, I knew what he wanted.

His kisses were so passionate, I was instantly wet and ready for him. He licked and kissed me all over, then softly whispered, “You taste so good.” We began to undress, and I saw his manhood in all its glory. As I sucked his cock, he moaned with pleasure. When he asked me if I wanted to be eaten, I quickly said yes and sat on his face. He put his tongue in my aching pussy, licking and sucking furiously until I almost came, then he entered me. I could feel him ramming his rod into my cunt. It was sheer ecstasy! For hours we experimented with several different positions until we both collapsed from exhaustion. This “little drummer boy” had given me the most enjoyable evening of my life.

—M. H., Louisiana

Marital Bliss

The sky was dark, the water in the hot tub boiling and steamy. The mist swirled in the air around us. My naked breasts rubbed against his chest. His hand touched my sensitive clit. He rubbed it between his fingers, causing me to moan softly. My hips rose to meet his probing rhythm. My pussy became wet with desire, and his huge cock sprang to life. I straddled his lap and slowly lowered my slippery pussy onto his pole, my breasts bouncing in the cold air and making my nipples hard. I moved faster as I felt my pussy pulsating around his cock, and began to feel an orgasm coming on. My pussy tightly grasped his cock as my body shuddered with a shattering orgasm.

We decided to move to the bedroom and resume our activities. Once there he lay back on the bed. I knelt between his legs, gently took his balls in my mouth, and sucked and licked until he moaned with pleasure. My tongue moved up to the head of his slippery cock while my fingers tickled and stroked his balls. I kept sucking until he was almost ready to explode—tempting as it was to have him shoot on my face so I could taste his hot come, he grabbed me, pulled me on top of him, and rammed his cock deep into my wet hole.

He shoved his cock in so deep I thought I would split—he felt even longer and harder than usual. He rolled me over to the edge of the bed and pulled my legs over his head. While he pumped me with his massive cock, he rubbed my clit with his finger until we both exploded in a massive orgasm. Another awesome night with my sweet, loving, and incredibly
sexy
husband.

—J. K., Ohio

What a Muscle!

I proceeded to remove Alex’s tank top, khaki shorts, and briefs. I was pleased to discover the largest penis I’d seen in my four years of exploring. It was about nine inches long and thicker than my ankle, and I wondered if he’d be able to fit it all inside me. When I giggled, Alex asked me what was funny. I told him I’d been hoping he was well hung. I quickly took off my shorts and blouse, and let him do the honors with my bra and panties. After getting me naked, he gently went down on me, running his fingers and tongue through my soft blonde hairs until he found my clit. I needed no foreplay, but Alex worked me into a frenzy anyway. My wetness was spilling onto his face and hands.

I rolled over onto my stomach, and Alex began rubbing his dick along my slit to pick up some lubrication for the task ahead. He pulled me up onto my hands and knees and prepared to enter me from behind. His large cockhead nestled inside my lips, and I relaxed my vaginal muscles. I opened them as much as I could as Alex began his entry. I can’t describe how wonderful it felt to have his huge, warm organ sliding into me for the first time, although it hurt a little. It felt as if someone was pouring a hot mold inside me, as his cock was filling every available space in my cunt. His rod finally reached the back of my pussy after about a minute of positioning. I looked underneath me and saw his balls resting up against my now sopping mound. Knowing that I could fully accommodate his large member, I asked Alex to fuck me hard with his beautiful prick. He began to thrust, and after three or four minutes of furious fucking, he shot a healthy load of come deep inside me. I needed no further servicing—my crotch was completely drenched, and my body was tickling all over. We lay there for about ten minutes—I just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being so filled up. When Alex finally withdrew, my insides had to completely reposition themselves.