Penthouse (29 page)
I lost both feet in an accident some time ago and, as can be imagined, was terribly depressed; doubly so since I was a professional dancer. However, life must go on and mine did. I was fitted with artificial feet and went to work with a large insurance firm. I shared an apartment with a coworker and gradually became very content with my new work. An advantage that a foot amputee has over other types of amputees is that we can walk on our stumps, and this I learned to do well.
I had formed the habit of removing my artificial feet when I got home from work if there were no visitors. One evening I was alone when the doorbell rang. I was wearing hot pants and an old shirt, so the man at the door, who was a salesman, couldn’t help seeing my legs. When he noticed my bare stumps, he got an immediate and obvious erection. He became flustered and quickly left. I was perplexed by his behavior but didn’t think too much more about it until a similar incident occurred several weeks later.
During that time I had been dating a friend of my roommate’s boyfriend and decided to see what his reaction to my stumps would be. Several days later we had dinner alone in the apartment. After the meal I mixed some drinks, excused myself, and went into the bedroom to change. I removed my feet and put on a very short skirt and sexy blouse, and then padded back into the living room on my stumps. His eyes bugged out when he saw me and he couldn’t take them off my legs. I sat on the far end of the couch and stretched my legs out so that they touched his thigh. He began stroking my stumps, and we both became very aroused. I reached over and unzipped his fly and gently massaged his penis with the tips of my stumps. This was more than he could stand, and he took me into the bedroom for a very passionate evening of lovemaking.
I have discussed this with other women amputees and have found that sexual attraction for amputated limbs is almost universal. Most commonly, men say they are attracted to women for the usual reasons, but that a stump is extremely sexy, and being with a woman with an amputated leg heightens their sexual enjoyment. I am no longer sensitive about my feet and sometimes emphasize not having any. I had a pair of boots made that have small walking surfaces similar to flat ice-skate blades. When I wear these, it is certainly obvious that I don’t have any feet. I also have a pair of boots that end in wide, round wooden pegs. And a man once gave me a pair of shoes with six-inch stiletto heels and I had special feet made so that I could wear them. I would not try to walk far in them but can get around well enough, and men enjoy seeing me wear them.
We are hoping that
Penthouse
will begin printing photos of amputee girls. It would have great appeal to men, and would be a tremendous morale booster to amputee women everywhere, who would learn that their amputations are a sexual advantage.
—K. A., Venice, California
The Iceman Cometh
I’ve been seeing a really great guy for about a year now. I’ll call him The Iceman. Not only does he love to suck on ice, but he can do wonders with an ice cube. He can hold a cube in his mouth while tracing it along every sensitive area on my body. After letting it melt he licks every last bit of water from my body.
We are always looking for new sexual experiences to try with one another. One night we decided to rent a room in a motel and meet there for the evening. It was wonderful, to say the least. From the moment The Ice-man showed up at the door until he left, my whole body was in total bliss. When he came in I was lying in the middle of the bed wearing a skimpy white top, the tiniest of panties, and a big smile. As soon as he crawled up onto the bed with me I knew I was in for several hours of the best kind of hot, mind-blowing sex.
He started kissing me so softly at first, then began to slide his tongue farther and farther down my throat. He took his hands and rubbed them up and down the length of my body, gently caressing me and holding me close in his arms. He knows this relaxes me and really gets me in the mood for making love. He kept rubbing my body, then slowly caressed my hips and ass.
Finally, he slid his hand underneath my panties and slowly rubbed his fingers across my mound, causing a rush throughout my entire body. Then his fingers teased their way across my opening, touching just enough to make me squirm closer to his hand. The deliberate slowness of his touch made my body crave him even more.
Soon, his magical digits were moving easily in the wetness of my now dripping pussy. Just as his tongue met mine, his fingers slid deep into my pussy, causing me to have one of the most intense orgasms ever.
From that first climax until the final one, The Ice-man never hurried. He took his time making me come over and over until I thought I’d go crazy if he didn’t stop. After I calmed down from his wonderful foreplay, we undressed completely. Then I took his hot, throbbing dick in my mouth and sucked on him until he was almost ready to blow. Whenever he gets to the point where he is just about to come he stops me. He knows I have to have him inside of me when he comes.
Then he began rubbing the head of his dick right near my wet opening, teasing me with his hardness until, without warning, his cock gradually and completely filled my dripping box. He took his time entering me, and the sensation was unimaginable. I couldn’t help but scream out his name before my body began a new series of orgasms. The Iceman doesn’t just slide in, pull back, and start the normal routine of fucking. He slides all the way in very slowly, then just holds still and waits. He knows that if he is patient, I will come several times. I always do.
Then he slowly moved back and forth a few times before casually brushing his fingers across my clit, knowing this would send me into orbit. After my next wave of orgasms, he repositioned himself so that the head of his cock went deep before he began pounding my pussy. Before long I was crying out his name over and over again while trying to concentrate on his sat-isfaction. The Iceman is always so in control of the situation that sometimes it is hard for me to remember his needs. Then he looked deep into my eyes and knew that he had been doing a superlative job of making love to me. He was ready for his own release.
The instant his hot come began shooting deep within me, I exploded again with the most satisfiying climax of all. I felt his massive load filling my pussy and his hard tool throbbing deep within my box. It was the ultimate fuck. He didn’t just stop and roll off me— he slowly brought me back down to earth and kissed me one last time, long and hard, making this session of lovemaking another work of art. I rested, thinking about round two and hoping the ice machine down the hall was in working order.
—R. C., Georgia
Orgasmic Orgy
My boyfriend and I were watching television when several of his buddies came over. All they talked about was sex and having an orgy. They talked and talked and talked, hinting subtly about having one—with me. Now, normally I’m not into kinky things, but lately my boyfriend and I have been getting into some pretty unusual stuff, like doing it outside on the wet, slushy, muddy ground and having what I call “salad sex”— when we use various items such as celery, cucumbers, carrots, and sometimes salad dressing (our favorite is Italian).
Without giving it another minute’s thought, I stood up and stripped in front of them all, going very slowly and dancing seductively. My breasts heaved at the sight of the men hastily stripping off their clothing and sheepishly looking at one another. They had me sit in a chair and asked me to close my eyes. As I did so, I could feel my body becoming hot, and my pussy becoming wet.
My boyfriend talked to me in a deep, husky voice as he slid a cold cucumber up my pussy, laughing as I moaned at the pleasure the succulent vegetable gave me. I licked my lips as they poured Italian dressing over my sweating body. I was so horny, sitting still was becoming very difficult. Someone rubbed his dick across the dressing that was running down my body, and brought it up to my lips. I lavishly licked and sucked the enlarged penis. He withdrew, and started sucking and teasing my tits with his tongue. I groaned with delight, hearing others groaning around me.
I arched my back when another began rubbing me down, very gently at first, then harder and faster. He inserted his wet hand inside me and slowly worked in and out of my cunt. Before I knew it, my body was heaving in orgasm. My boyfriend told me to open my eyes, and when I did, not only were the guys still there, but some women had joined them as well. The girls quickly stripped and we fucked on the floor of my apartment for the rest of the evening, with and without the addition of Italian dressing. Now every Friday night we have an orgy, and I can’t eat a salad without thinking about it!
—W. T., Texas
Dinner Is Served
I was pissed! Every time Tim and I wanted to get in some good fucking, something got in the way. First it was his job, then I was sick, then his sister arrived unexpectedly for a visit. It had been over two weeks since we’d fucked, and we were horny as hell. So here we were in our favorite restaurant. Tim had to go back to the office right after dinner, and I was truly ticked off.
As I played with my salad, all I could think about was his big cock, swollen and purple with a drop of jism plugging its eye. I wanted that prick so much it hurt. Finally, I’d had enough. Reaching under the tablecloth, I placed my palm on his crotch. Sure enough, it was as hard as an iron rod.
“This is not the place,” he grumbled between pants.
“It’s going to be the place,” I said, sliding under the tablecloth onto the floor. Kneeling between his legs, I unzipped his pants, reached in, and pulled his large member through the slit in his boxers. He was so stiff with passion that it took a real effort to bend his prick forward, then down.
I grasped his cock with my hand, massaging it with palm and fingers. The fat, bulbous tip pushed and shuddered against the smooth skin of my palm. I could hear Tim panting above me. My mouth was level with his cock. Licking my lips, I leaned forward and ran the tip of my tongue up and across his balls and along his prick’s length to the head. The taste of his flesh shot a ribbon of fire through my cunt, my clit pulsating to the thrusting and throbbing of his dick.
I licked up, over, and around the whole head, relishing the taste of his cockflesh and musky sweat. I could feel my snatch becoming soaked with my own lust juices. With my free hand, I pushed aside my panties and felt for my clit. It was slippery wet with cunt juices, and as I rolled it between my fingers, waves of pleasure washed through my body.
Suddenly Tim began thrusting more forcefully. I moved my head to his rhythm as his dick slid back and forth, distending my cheeks with its movement. I wanted to take his whole length in my mouth and down my throat. It had been so long since I’d tasted Tim’s come, I was going to make sure that he shot his load in my mouth.
Pumping furiously, I fondled his taut nuts with my free hand while bobbing my head up and down on his slick shaft. With a muffled moan, he blasted warm, salty jism into my mouth. It flooded so fast, I couldn’t swallow quickly enough. Some of it gushed around his cock and my mouth, through my lips and down my chin. This blast of jism and my clit-diddling fingers triggered an intense climax, my cunt contracting as I quaked with a violent release.
“Your main course, sir,” came the voice of our waiter. I heard the clatter of plates and retreating foot-steps. I slipped back up to my seat, wiped my chin, and began to eat my rare steak. It was good, but not as good as Tim’s raw meat.
—G. W., South Carolina
Strawberry Monday
It was a typical Monday morning. Bob had gone to work, and I was straightening up the apartment. Around midmorning, it began to pour outside. Bob appeared in the kitchen doorway and announced that he was going to take the rest of the day off. After a weekend of sipping wine and fucking it was hard to believe that we were going to have another day of it. I was already getting warm just thinking about it. Bob went to the store while I pulled out the sleeper sofa and made it up. He returned shortly with a bottle of champagne and a basket of fresh strawberries.
Little did I know that what was ahead was to be the most romantic, erotic experience of my life. As we sat on the sofa bed feeding each other strawberries and sipping champagne, the ceiling fan above felt like a cool summer breeze on our naked bodies. Bob moved to the opposite end of the bed. His blue eyes took in every inch of my body, and I wanted him to do anything to me. He crept up the inside of my legs with his tongue, up to my thighs, teasingly licking his way to my anxious pussy. Earlier, while he was at the store, I had massaged a bit of strawberry oil between my legs and onto the outer lips of my pussy for some added excitement—and excite me it did!
Bob took a strawberry and rubbed it on my clit as he ran his hot tongue around after it. What a sensation! My whole body melted into his mouth as he kept doing this with strawberry after strawberry. Then, to heighten the passion, he sprayed whipped cream on my pussy, and sucked it off until I thought I would climb the walls. I wanted his cock so bad I could taste it. That was next as he finally turned around so I could see and feel his hard, throbbing muscle.
As I licked his balls, he kept going down on me, licking and sucking off the strawberries and whipped cream until I couldn’t stand it. He finally gave my hot, dripping pussy our favorite toy—a multispeed, multi-position, vibrating cock, which at this point took me to another world. As he worked it in and out I dripped strawberry oil down the crack of his ass and onto his balls as they bounced in front of my mouth. I watched his cock get harder until I had to have my mouth on all of it.
He was making me come nonstop with what he was doing with our toy and his mouth. I had to have his cock in me, and he must have sensed this as he turned around and pushed his hard thing into my pulsating cunt. We both came in waves of ecstasy instantly.
After a ten-minute break, it was my turn. I took the strawberries, rubbed one on the head of his cock, and nibbled at it with my teeth. The juice ran down over his balls as I followed it with my tongue up and down over the head. It tasted luscious. Then I took the whipped cream, dotted his nipples, and made a trail down his stomach to his hips and down across his thighs and back up his hard cock. My tongue followed the same path and slowly sucked at the cream until I had it all over both of our bodies. Then I devoured his prick all the way down my throat as his come sprayed into my mouth in a hot shower of pleasure. As we lay there with the cool breeze on our sticky bodies, we decided that Mondays weren’t all that bad, and without a doubt, strawberries are our favorite food.