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Next he started kissing, sucking, and biting my inner thighs while his hand massaged my cunt. As he continued to rub my breasts, he put his tongue inside me—making me scream with pleasure. I started rubbing my clit. I was so excited that I came within minutes. Then he instructed me to raise myself up with my feet and arch my back, supporting myself with my hands so I was in a position similar to a back bend. He continued eating me.
I was grinding myself against his face, trapping him between my thighs, begging him to stop, but praying that he wouldn’t. My juices were spilling out onto the bed and onto his face, running down his chin. I’m not sure how many orgasms I had, because I lost count after three. Then I threw him off me, swearing that I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I grabbed his cock, inserting it into my mouth, and slowly began licking and sucking. Then I made him lie down on the bed so my mouth and tongue could pay full homage to his body. After he was totally out of control, I mounted him and stuck his penis into my hot, wet pussy. I exploded instantly. My boyfriend, however, is a very experienced lover, so he turned me over onto my back, and we started moving together. He was thrusting his tool deep inside me. We were moving as one, simultaneously, and I was screaming with delight while he moaned with ecstasy. Then I turned over so he could enter me from behind—his favorite position. He entered me quickly and began thrusting deeply. I moved my hands between my legs, caressing his cock as he thrust it inside me. That’s when he lost all control and came inside me. We both stayed still for a few moments, enjoying the aftermath. We were both so weak, our knees were shaking. That Sunday night sex session was something I’ll never forget.
—S. P., Tennessee
Making the Grade
I have always wanted to fulfill a sexual fantasy of mine in a remote mountain cabin during a gentle snowfall, next to a warm fire. After six months of learning enjoyable lovemaking from my teacher and special friend, Jack, it was time for my final exam.
Upon arriving at our mountain retreat, we unpacked and settled in for a cozy weekend of love. I sensuously stripped down to my lacy underwear, then I took the shirt off Jack’s back. He stepped outside to gather a load of firewood while I slipped his shirt on. Underneath the flannel, my nipples hardened through my clingy lingerie as my excitement grew. I anxiously waited for Jack to return.
After Jack started the fire, I snuggled up to his handsome body to begin my final lesson on a warm bearskin rug. I started to massage his muscular back and chest, then I moved my hands down to feel the firmness of his thighs and tight butt while gently kissing his neck and ears. Noticing the swell of his cock, I began playfully to lick his nipples. Next I unzipped his jeans and moved closer to rest his large cock against my cheek. Feeling the warm glow from his cockhead, I began to gently lick and nibble the sensitive underside of his dick. I started slowly sucking his cock until I felt a hot jet of thick, sweet come splash the back of my throat.
When I had licked up the last of the come from his still hard cock, Jack slowly removed my shirt. His hands reached around my back to unclasp my bra, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths. When my breasts were freed from their lacy confines, Jack massaged them with one hand. With his other hand, he started to insistently tug my panties off. Once I was completely naked, Jack’s hands moved slowly toward my wet, hot box. His stimulation of my clit made me want to feel the warmth of his body on mine.
I wanted him to fuck me, to place his dick in my pussy. As he glided his hot rod firmly in and out of me, I begged him to pump faster. Waves of orgasm overcame me from his deep, penetrating thrusts. Looking into his hazel eyes, a twinkle told me that my final grade was an
A
.
—E. B., Washington
Camping, Yes!
It was late, probably around 1 A.M., and I was alone with my love in the lush mountains on our first camping trip. The fire outside beautifully illuminated the inside of our tent. I was awfully horny, but apparently he wasn’t, since he was already trying to go to sleep. Well, he wasn’t going to get off that easy. Ever so gently I leaned over him; my naked breasts hung down, lightly touching his arm. I slowly kissed him, first on his cheek, then his lips. He turned over and looked up at me. I smiled and began kissing him all the way down his chest, onto his belly, then only his inner thigh. I sucked hard on his thigh, watching his excited cock grow. It bobbed as if asking me to take it in my mouth.
I slowly ran my tongue up and down the length of his hardening cock, softly, then with more passion. I took it between my lips and let it ease into the warm wetness of my mouth, his moan urging me on. I increased the pressure of my lips, creating a tighter vacuum, and slowly fucked him. Gently, I slid his cock out of my mouth and covered his balls with my lips. I watched as he threw his head back in ecstasy, wanting me to swallow his cock again, but I had other things in mind.
Pulling him onto me, I started licking his neck and ears. He put the head of his rock-hard cock at the entrance of my tunnel and began teasing me by slipping just a little of it in and then pulling it out. He then started to rub it around my clit while I shivered from the sensation. I started to get hot flashes, the excitement was so incredibly overwhelming.
He slowly eased his cock inside me, as deep as I could take it. In his frenzied, passionate state he began thrusting harder and deeper into me. He threw my legs up behind my head and pounded even harder. Tugging at my breasts, he slowed his pace, then with one last incredible thrust, he had us both coming.
Our energy drained, and I opened the tent flap for some cool air. It felt good against our sweaty flesh. The fire had died down, and we rolled over in our sleeping bag into each other’s arms. I hope all our camping trips are this good.
—0. F., California
Fantasies
Do
Come True
Four years of erotic fantasies finally erupted into one hot, passionate night for both of us. I’ve been trying to think of a way to thank him for giving me the most incredible sexual experience I ever had—and putting this letter in your magazine is the perfect gift for a perfect lover.
The fantasies started more than four years ago, when we began working together. I used to dream of seducing him every time we met, but my fear of rejection always won out. Then he moved farther away— leaving the telephone as our only form of communication. As luck would have it, we were both traveling to the same city for a convention. I arranged for my company to book me into the same hotel as him, even though I had no idea if I was ever the object of any of his desires.
I was just about ready to give up on seeing him— cursing myself for expecting anything to happen— when, finally, late in the night, there was a knock at my door. It didn’t take us long to realize that our attraction was definitely mutual! He leaned over, and our lips finally found each other. It was a slow, sexual kiss at first, then it turned into a passionate, sultry kiss that I prayed would last forever. My body felt like it was on fire, pressing against his. I unbuttoned his shirt and undid his pants, running my tongue down his sexy, smooth chest to reach my final destination—the swelling in his pants. As he undressed me, I kissed every inch of his body that I could reach. He lay me down on the bed, kissing my neck and shoulders, stopping to suck on my breasts, working his way down to the ache between my legs. I’ve never had a tongue do to me what his did—exploring every crevice of my soaking-wet cunt. I had to beg him to stop so I could feel him inside completely. As he entered the territory, he pleaded with me not to move—he didn’t want to come yet. That’s all I needed to hear, and I started bucking fiercely against him until he exploded.
Now I knew this definitely was not going to be the end of our adventure. We had a lot of lost time to make up for. After a few minutes, it was time to let my tongue do the work. I teased him by ever so lightly licking his cock. He responded immediately, as I very slowly took him in my mouth—feeling him grow hard against my tongue made me wet and willing to do anything to satisfy him. I wrapped my lips tightly around his dick, sucking every inch while torturing him with my tongue. He grabbed my legs and had me straddle his face in a sixty-nine. I could feel my juices flowing down my legs as I ground my pussy against his face while he fucked my mouth. Then he told me to sit on his cock. I turned around to face this gorgeous man. Kissing him, I could taste my own juices as I guided him into my own cunt. I arched my back and slowly glided up and down his rod as I reached behind to fondle his balls. Both of our hands caressed my tits, making my nipples painfully erect. He placed his hands on my hips and pounded me harder against him. We came together in another harmonious climax.
Little did I know there was more to come. As he was saying how worn-out he was, he kissed me long and hard. Before I knew it, he was on top of me and his cock—as hard as could be—was finding its way home between my legs again. I told him I wanted him to fuck me from behind, so I could feel him deep inside me. Getting me on my hands and knees, he squeezed my ass tight with his hands and slipped his erection into my wetness. When he told me to touch myself, I didn’t hesitate for a second. I rubbed my clit while feeling his hard, wet cock thrust in and out of me. He was tracing his tongue lightly up and down my back and neck, causing a sensation I’d never felt before. His hand joined mine, as he brought me to the most glorious orgasm I’ve ever experienced. He came inside me with as much strength as the first two times.
We collapsed in each other’s arms, agreeing it was definitely worth the wait.
—K. F., Pennsylvania
It Works!
After reading Xaviera Hollander’s October 1991 column containing the letter from N. L. in California, I was wild with desire. My pussy lips were already slickening in anticipation of the orgasm I would have in the “frog” position, and I couldn’t wait to try it out. I was just hoping I could find a man to oblige. As luck would have it, our office Christmas party was the next day, and I’d had my eye on a certain coworker named James ever since he started working there. I made my way over to him for some small talk and the conversation quickly turned sexual. I intentionally brought up the
Penthouse
article about the frog position, and to my surprise, James said jokingly, “Hey, what are we waiting for . . . let’s try it.” “Right here?” I giggled.
The party was far from over, and most of our coworkers were milling around, including our boss.
We set our drinks down and James led me by the hand to his office. He kissed me hungrily as his hands grabbed my ass. I could feel his manhood pressing against my thigh and could tell I was in for quite a time. We moved some papers off of his desk and he lay down on his back as I described the position to him step by step. I was so hot by this time, I almost said the hell with the position. I wanted his cock inside me right then and there.
I knelt down while James moved his legs out from under me and I slid his cock deep inside me. His cock felt so good, and I began to rock back and forth so it would press on my clit. The combination of my sexual attraction for James, our friends and coworkers down the hall, and this froggy style made my body begin to shake almost instantly with a massive orgasm. I could have sworn the desk actually moved.
Just then there was a knock at the door, and before we could make ourselves decent, the door opened. Our boss had wondered why James was still working and not at the party. We thought we were both immediately fired, but instead, our boss set his drink down, unzipped his fly, and placed his cock in front of my waiting mouth. I took him inside while I continued to rock away with James’s ever-growing prick inside my soaked pussy.
I sucked my boss’s cock as James pumped his load deep inside me. I was approaching another orgasm and began to grind down on James. I reached up and gently squeezed my boss’s balls and took him even deeper into my mouth. I knew he couldn’t last much longer, either, and just then I felt his cock begin to pulsate. He shot his thick jism into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed every drop as my own body shuddered with a second orgasm.
We cleaned ourselves up and went back to the party. Thank you,
Penthouse
and Xaviera, for informing us of the frog position. I definitely found not one, but two Prince Charmings that evening.
—M. N., Virginia
Steel Mill Stud
I am one of the very few women who work at a steel mill. Sometimes I find it hard to work around mature, good-looking, well-built men without having sexual fantasies. One of my handsome coworkers, Brian, always came across as very shy, but I fantasized that underneath that coy boy there was a passionate beast. One day my dream came to life.
We were assigned to go on the overhead crane and dust the cabinets. It was a hot August day, and the temperature was beginning to make me hot in more ways than one. Seeing the sweat roll down Brian’s masculine chest and smelling his seductive cologne, I was getting hot and wet.
I think he sensed my thoughts, but it was obvious from the way I was undressing him with my eyes. He started to loosen his shirt, and I couldn’t control myself any longer—I had to have him right there. I grabbed him by the shirt and thrust my body against his. His warm, moist lips teased me as our tongues raced back and forth. My hands slid down to his perfect ass and squeezed his hips next to mine, inviting him to take me. I could feel his pulsating cock through his jeans, and it was driving me wild.
I started to unbutton his jeans. Meanwhile, he was massaging my sensitive neck with his tongue, licking back and forth. I released his cock from confinement and gently massaged his throbbing manhood. By this time I was dripping wet and overcome with ecstasy— my wildest fantasy was coming true. I took a second to stare into his alluring hazel eyes and run my fingers through his auburn hair, then down his massive chest.
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.
