Penthouse (10 page)
We continued to dance, and when the music picked up, she moved closer to me, putting her hands on the back of my waist right above my ass. She ground her body into mine and slowly slithered up and down to the pulsating rhythm, staring me in the eyes the entire time. So many thoughts were racing through my head. I’d never been with another woman, but this one seemed so attractive and seductive—I really wanted her. I looked over at my boyfriend, and he just smiled deviously. I guess the situation was exciting to him. Instinctively, I grabbed her and pulled her hard body close. I gazed into her eyes and we French-kissed passionately. Our tongues played and our bodies rubbed together. Then she hiked up the hem of my dress until it was around my back so she could place her cool hands on my uncovered ass cheeks. Her hands felt sensual as she explored my body with them. As we moved to the beat, she pulled down my panties and let them fall to the floor, completely exposing my entire lower body to everyone on the dance floor.
You can’t understand how turned on I was by all this. For the first time, I was experiencing another woman, in the middle of a club, in front of my boyfriend and who knows how many others. It was completely exhilarating.
The stunning beauty then brushed the back of my moist pussy with one hand and lightly rubbed the front of my mound with the other. Then she spread my ass cheeks and crotch with one hand and inserted her fingers into my hole from the back. Her penetrating fingers felt so good inside me. I instantly came, and as I did, she grabbed my ass so hard I felt her nails digging into my skin. I whimpered as my juices poured out of me and down my inner thighs. She continued to kiss me and slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders, revealing my tits. This unknown goddess sucked my hard nipples and licked my breasts. My dress, which was wrapped around my stomach, soon slid to the floor as she relished my entire body. I was totally naked, and held her body close to mine so I was not completely visible to the now staring crowd. Her forceful tongue darted in and out of my mouth, and I kissed and licked her neck, longing to taste more of her. As we danced I was dizzy with passion and lust. It got the best of me and made me come again right there, completely forgetting where I was.
Just as I came, I noticed some of the bouncers and security guards walking toward us. Suddenly, my boyfriend grabbed me and pulled me away from the mysterious woman, whom I never even said a word to. She smiled and winked good-bye while my boyfriend and I scurried through the crowd, the bouncers closing in on us. I didn’t even have enough time to pick up my clothes. My boyfriend threw his blazer over me, and we fled the club.
During the ride home, I wore nothing but the blazer.
We were so hot that we had to pull over twice and fuck before getting home. I haven’t had sex with another woman since then, but I can’t wait for it to happen again. My sex life is much better now that I am bisexual.
—J. L., Illinois
Viva Las Vegas
This year my husband, Gerard, and I decided to take a trip with our close friends Nadia and Albert. The excursion took us on an eventful trip to Las Vegas.
Flying in at night, we could feel the anticipation growing as the plane circled for the landing. The city lights had only been visible for about ten minutes, but we had already planned our itinerary for the next three days.
Albert and I decided to go sight-seeing while Gerard and Nadia gambled, so we drove out to the Hoover Dam and then picnicked at Red Rock Canyon. I had been attracted to him for as long as we had been friends, but the feeling was never as strong as it was that day when we were overlooking the water.
The passion began to surface that afternoon on the cliff of the painted sandstone. Albert could sense what I was feeling, so he walked over, put his muscular arms around me, and pulled me closer. Then he gently tilted my head up and began to kiss me. His tongue gently caressed my mouth as mine graciously welcomed his entry. Every fiber of my being felt the intense passion that had been bottled up inside us, awaiting the moment when our feelings could erupt. Our bodies were aching to join together, and it was a feeling that we could no longer control.
Albert began to unbutton my blouse and gently caress my body with his soft kisses. His tongue found its way to my breasts, and he began to suck my nipples as his hands carefully found their way to loosen my shorts. Then he laid me back on the rock—placing his shirt under my head—and began to let his tongue trace the curves of my body. “I’m going to love you all over,” he told me. My mind holds the echo of his softly spoken words. My body quivered as he lovingly kissed his way down my stomach to the top of my pink lace panties. Stopping there, he rubbed his hands down my legs and removed my shoes.
Starting at my ankles, he licked and kissed his way to the inside of my thigh. He ran his tongue under the edge of my panties, the suspense driving me to the brink of climax when he stopped. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he whispered, as he knelt between my legs and slowly and delicately began to lick my clit. The passion soon overwhelmed us as he started to make love to me with his tongue. Soon I felt his fingers exploring my wet pussy, which was so swollen with desire, I cried out in passion as he brought me to my first orgasm of the afternoon.
“My turn,” I said as I sat up and knelt over Albert’s toned body. “Let me spoil you,” was all I said as my hands massaged the bulk of hard flesh trying to stay concealed in his hiking shorts. When I removed his raging hard cock from its confining prison, I was amazed at how beautiful it was—nine inches of muscle waiting to thrust itself into my mouth and down my throat. I’m a bit of a tease; so I took my tongue and licked around the head and then lightly down the shaft and back up. Then I placed only the head in my mouth, softly sucking and twirling my tongue around it. Then it was finally time for what both of us had been waiting for. I placed his hands on my head and let him thrust his nine inches into my mouth. His flavor was as sweet as honey and as addictive as drugs. We developed a rhythm that should have been documented. “Oh, Fran, I’ve got to have you now,” was all he said as he removed his cock from the warmth of my mouth. He sat up, and I climbed onto his lap. I felt every inch of his cock as it drove into my swollen pussy. My legs were wrapped around his waist as he pounded me with his hot flesh, my body flinching with passion as he brought me to yet another orgasm. Quickly, he lay me on my back. Placing my feet on his shoulders, he drove his luscious cock into a climax that we both shared.
Almost exhausted from this three-hour love fest, I began to lick his cock. Our juices were mixed, and the flavor was intoxicating. Albert removed his hardening cock from my mouth and kissed me. He could taste the flavor of our love on my tongue. Then, without saying a word, he placed me in the doggie-style position and fucked me.
I can’t remember how many times he brought me to orgasm that day, but every time I see an ad for Vegas, I get weak in the knees and wonder if we will ever again unleash our animalistic desires.
—F. M., Texas
The Friendly Skies
On a recent flight to Europe, my husband and I realized one of our fantasies. During the in-flight movie, I secretly removed my panties under the blanket and motioned for Paul to follow me. I led him to the back of the plane and into one of the bathrooms, and we quickly locked ourselves in. Without a word I bent down, lifted my skirt, and offered my dripping hole to him. He entered me from behind and we slowly fucked ourselves to a beautiful, satisfying orgasm.
Outside the rest room stood a man whose jaw dropped when he saw both of us coming out. While I went back to my seat, my husband stayed behind to stretch his legs a bit. Half an hour later, he returned, sat down, and said, “How would you like a repeat performance with that nice fellow back there?” I looked at Paul’s roguish grin and nodded.
That’s why I love him so much. He finds joy in my pleasure, and we have become tolerant of each other’s feelings and wishes. We have an open marriage, and we always know about each other’s bed partners.
Paul had started a conversation with the man, Donnie, and told him what we had done in the rest room. Eventually, he asked Donnie if he would like to do the same. Now Paul told me that Donnie was sitting a few rows behind us. I was to walk to the rear, and he would follow. I did, and we arrived together.
After we locked the door, he tenderly embraced me and kissed me. I stood with my back to the sink and held him and caressed his neck and back. Soon I felt his hard cock against my abdomen, and my juices began to flow. My arousal made me feel like jelly. I pushed him away, hoisted myself onto the sink, and raised my skirt. I felt the cool air on my puffed-up, wet pussy and smelled the just-fucked scent. My hands guided his head and adjusted the pressure on my cunt until I built up to that intense approach of an explosion-like release. I pushed his face to my sex with all my strength, then I moaned loudly as I slowly relaxed.
Then it was my turn to return the favor. We switched places, and I pulled down his trousers and shorts and relished his splendid equipment. His balls were heavy, and his cock stood up at an angle from his belly. I felt the delicate skin, the thick veins, and the smooth head with its broad rim. Thick lubricating fluid oozed out of the top. I formed an
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with my index finger and thumb and lightly rubbed it over the head. My husband likes that very much, and it always makes him beg for mercy. Donnie mumbled, “Oh, that feels so good.” Then I deep-throated him. The feel of his prick in my mouth, his balls in one hand, and my other hand between his ass cheeks made me very hot. While I was squatting, I squeezed my legs together to increase that delicious pressure on my pussy lips.
I finally stood up, turned around, and positioned myself as I had done about an hour before with my husband. Donnie impatiently rammed his tool into me and fucked me wildly. I met his powerful thrusts and heard him bang his back against the door with each stroke. He increased the pace, pulled me tightly against his groin, and we both reached the top of our orgasm.
We straightened up and opened the door. Outside was a line of wide-eyed people, some of whom smiled knowingly. Those smiles were nothing compared to the looks some of them gave us when they later discovered us sitting with different partners.
—T. W., California
On the Road Again
My husband and I own a trailer, and we frequently travel to various campsites for a weekend, or, if time permits, we will travel farther if we can camp for a week at a time. I really enjoy the camping part, but I’ve found the travel part to be very boring. On one of the trips we took, I decided to do something to break up the boredom. That particular morning, instead of my usual conservative pullover top with a bra underneath, I only put on a sheer cotton top without a bra. I could tell that it had an instant effect on my husband, because he kept staring at my perfectly shaped 36C tits. He would, from time to time, reach over and gently brush the nipple of my left boob and cause it to stand out as firm as the large cock pressing against his shorts.
However, what he wasn’t aware of is that before we left the campground that morning, I had inserted a set of ben-wa balls into my shaven pussy. I couldn’t believe the sensations I was having. There I was, sitting in the cab of our truck, feeling all the road vibrations right in the center of my sex! Usually, I couldn’t wait for us to get back onto a smooth road, but that day I wanted us to be driving down a washboard.
As we started down a rather bumpy section of highway, I leaned forward a little bit and pressed my hot pussy into the seat. I knew I was only moments away from a climax, but then the road smoothed out again. I could’ve screamed—I mean, I was so close to coming, I gave serious thought to pushing the leg of my loose shorts aside and fingering myself to the climax I needed. I didn’t want my husband to know what I had done until I could handle his beautiful eight inches, so I decided to continue the tease trip that I had put myself on.
I said to my lover, “Have you ever wanted me to expose my tits to a truck driver as we pass?” He said that he thought it would be a big turn-on for him, and suggested that I unbutton my blouse and allow the world to see what great tits I have. As I unbuttoned my blouse, I could not believe how sexy I felt. I began to rub my titties and pull on my nipples, and soon they stood out like the erasers on a pencil.
As I continued stroking my very sensitive breasts, the road turned bumpy again. And as we passed a big truck, I could feel the climax begin to overtake me. The pleasure of mind-shattering orgasm spread from my gushing cunt and filled my whole being. I leaned back in the seat and continued massaging my breasts with my eyes closed, allowing a loud sigh to escape my lips.
My husband was having a difficult time keeping our truck and trailer in our lane as we passed the truck and he watched me come. He said, “God, you came, didn’t you? I mean, playing with your tits as we passed that truck brought you off, didn’t it?” I looked over at him with a flushed face, smiled, and told him that it did and that it was a great turn-on for me to do it. To this day, he does not know about the ben-wa balls stuffed inside me and the feeling that the rough road gave me.
—C. B., California
Three’s Not a Crowd
My husband and I have been married for eighteen wonderful years. One thing that we share is great fantasies. We decided recently that it was time to live out one of our fantasies—for me to share an experience with another woman. I had always wanted to know what it would be like to touch another woman’s body, and my husband was dying to watch.
Heather, a close friend of ours, came by our house to have a few drinks. Before we knew it, she and I were lying on the couch together, caressing each other’s thighs, while my husband sat across from us watching.
Heather’s breasts felt soft, yet so firm and sensuous. I slowly raised her blouse so I could play with her large nipples, and she put her hand under my skirt and began to spread my lips apart. As she fondled my cunt, I begged her to suck me while my husband watched. I began to drip hot juices, and I told Heather that I wanted to pussy-fuck her. As our two twats touched, I could not contain the excitement that went through my body.