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After a short break, she kissed me again, more vigorously than before. And then she went down on me. Oh, did she go down on me! No man has ever matched the excruciatingly sensitive touching of all the love nerves of my sex like my friend Dahlia. She breathed kisses all around my pussy without actually touching the lips. She started licking around my anus and the space that led to my cunt. I felt the air on the inside of my open, swollen love hole. Then for the first time, I felt the tip of her tongue caressing the outer lips.

All my feelings were in turmoil. I know I love men more than anything. I adore cock. I open up to the touch of a man, and I feel consumed with passion when a man’s tool hammers my inside. But now I was with a woman who elicited the most exquisite feelings I have ever felt. My body was tense, and at the same time open and relaxed. The silky touch of her mouth and tongue had brought me to the delicious brink of an orgasm. She penetrated deeper into me. Then she sucked alternately on my cunt lips. The mix of our juices ran copiously. One of her fingers touched my asshole and slowly pushed inside, and then with broad strokes, she lapped my sex with her tongue while she rubbed my clit with the other hand. I thought I would die. I completely gave myself to an all-consuming climax.

For a long time, we lay in each other’s arms before I came to my senses. I asked my friend, “Does this mean we’re bi?”

“Does it matter?” she asked in return. And it really did not matter. We enjoyed each other again and again. And when we put on a show for our husbands that night, they applauded us and fucked us with great vigor.

—T. W., California

Transfixed

On my third visit to my new health club, I noticed an attractive young woman in the locker room with me. She had just stepped out of the shower and was only wearing a towel. I was amazed at how beautiful she was. I could not keep my eyes off her. She strode to the lockers and passed by me. She smiled and let her towel fall to the floor. I was so transfixed by her that I had not noticed how wet my pussy was.

I began my workout, but all I could think about was this gorgeous creature from the locker room. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to taste her. I knew that I had to say something to her. I hoped that she would accept a come-on from a woman. I wanted to bring her home as a third partner for my boyfriend and me in bed. We’d had sex with another guy, but I wanted her to be our first woman.

I walked up to her and introduced myself. She said that her name was Jamie, we made small talk for a little while, and I asked her to join me for a drink right there at the club. She said yes without blinking an eye, and I was psyched.

After a few drinks I asked her to come home with me. “I’d love to,” she said, and we drove to my apartment and sat in my living room for a while. She went to use the bathroom, and when she returned, she put a hand on my thigh, the other on the back of my head, and pulled me to her. Our lips touched, and we kissed passionately for several minutes. Jamie sucked my tongue and licked the top of my mouth. She pulled each of my lips into her mouth and her tongue caressed my teeth, then slid to the far depths of my throat.

My hands could not resist touching her. I massaged her left breast through her T-shirt. Her braless boob felt soft and it filled my hand completely. I slid my hand under her shirt to feel her bare skin, and my heart raced when I squeezed her boob and felt her ripe nipple harden between my fingers. Her breathing quickened as I tugged on her nipple and rubbed her tiny bumps.

Within moments both of our tops were off. Jamie’s warm hands felt wonderful on my tits. She bent her head down and took one of my breasts into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my waist and continued to suck me. Across my nipples her dancing tongue and nibbling teeth made me tingle all over.

Next she crawled down on the floor between my legs and began to kiss my bare thighs. She started at my knees and worked her way up, kissing and licking my ever-spreading legs. I slipped off my shorts and panties, and soon Jamie had her face in my pussy. I moaned out loud when her warm breath ran across my moist lips.

She brought her hand down to my pussy and spread my lips with her fingers, driving her tongue into my wetness. My back arched and I grabbed her head as she buried her face in my open box. She inserted her tongue deeper into my hole and licked my inner walls. Then she pulled each of my cunt lips into her mouth. My body started to quiver when she reached my clit. First she rolled it between her fingers like a marble. When her tongue flicked over it, it was more than I could take, and I was soon bucking and humping her face in orgasmic pleasure.

For several minutes—which seemed like hours—I lay limp on the sofa. Jamie’s head rested on my thigh. I could still feel her breath on my pussy. I opened my eyes to find her watching me, smiling. Her face was slick and shiny with my juices.

Without saying a word, we changed positions. I was a bit hesitant at first, since I had never licked a pussy before. My fears, however, soon subsided as I began to eat her sweet box. She tasted wonderful and aromatic. I ran my tongue up and down her lips. I inserted two fingers into her box and sucked her pink clit. Jamie was moaning with great pleasure as I worked her sopping pussy. She then told me to stop for a moment. “Eat me from behind,” she requested as she got on her hands and knees on the sofa and raised her ass high in the air. I rubbed her round bottom and spread her cheeks so that I could bury my face in her twat.

I licked her pussy all over and reached under her to massage her swaying boobs. I continued to tongue her pussy from behind when she started to have a very loud and wet orgasm. The amount of pussy juice she produced literally covered my face and ran down onto my tits.

When she was finished I crawled up onto the sofa with her and we nestled in each other’s arms, kissing gently. About an hour later my boyfriend came home to find his girlfriend with another woman, naked on the sofa. I guess it didn’t bother him too much. We had a wonderful night of sex. I watched him fuck Jamie. I watched him eat her. I watched her give him one of the best blowjobs ever . . . and I loved every minute of it.

—T. Y., Oregon

Less Is More

I am a shapely twenty-three-year-old with green eyes and what is considered to be a very sexy body. Although I had never been with another woman, I’d always fantasized about it, and my boyfriend, Greg, encourages my fantasies. Greg has always liked women with short hair, and because I lost some stupid bet we’d made, I had to get my hair cut short.

My girlfriend Sandy owns an upscale beauty salon. She was working by herself when I arrived for the last appointment of the day. Sandy greeted me, and while she went to lock up, I got to admire her shoulder length auburn hair, 35-22-36 figure, and green eyes that make men—and even me—melt with desire. Sandy was wearing a skintight pullover top and the cutest little red miniskirt I’d ever seen. Watching her tight ass and long legs made my nipples hard and my pussy tingle.

I explained to Sandy that I wanted my hair cut short. I took one last look at all my beautiful, long blonde hair as she took up the scissors and slowly began snipping away. As she was cutting my hair, I noticed that I was becoming aroused. She had cut my hair to about shoulder length, but at that point a fire seemed to be ripping through my body. I looked into her green eyes, then closely into the mirror, and decided I wanted it shorter.

Sandy took the scissors again and started snipping more long strands away. There seemed to be an erotic current going through the two of us. Sandy kept clipping until there were only a few inches left. It’s difficult to describe the strange erotic sensation I felt as my blonde locks fell into my lap and then onto the floor. Sandy left me with a crew cut and a wet pussy. I was horny as hell, but she wasn’t finished yet. She turned on a pair of electric clippers and finished cropping my hair. I started to come while she spread shaving cream over my head and proceeded to shave it bald. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

Suddenly, Sandy began kissing my neck and fondling my breasts—the sensation was unbelievable. While we undressed each other, she nibbled on my ear and asked me to give her a haircut. After a long, passionate kiss, she handed me a pair of clippers and sat in the chair. I ran the clippers over Sandy’s head and, after a few minutes, all her hair lay on the floor. Then I lathered her head with shaving cream and shaved it as smooth as mine.

At that point my panties were soaking wet, and I realized I needed this woman—now. We began kissing, our tongues lashing against each other. I was sucking on her tongue and inhaling her scent. We undressed and embraced in a long, sloppy kiss. Our nipples touched, hard as little pebbles, and rubbed together. I loved the feel of her breasts against mine. We fell back on the floor, Sandy on top of me. I could feel her fingers reaching down between my legs to caress my pussy. I told her that I wanted her tongue inside me.

Sandy started to lick my body. She worked her hot tongue into my begging cunt and hungrily lapped up my juices as I came in an intense orgasm. She kissed me long and hard, giving me my first taste of pussy— my own. Sandy pushed my shaved head to her pussy, and I kissed her clit and drank up her juices. She bucked wildly against my face, and we came together.

We repeated this later at my place with Greg, but only after we shaved his head. Needless to say, he was pleased.

—G. S., Minnesota

Something about Sylvia

Last Valentine’s Day I ordered a subscription to
Penthouse
for my husband. We enjoy reading it together, and since we have three children, it’s one of the few adult activities we can still share. Kyle and I have been married twelve years, have maintained a healthy sex life, and stay in shape. We do a lot of things together, but when I received a wedding invitation from my best friend, Janine, Kyle and I realized that we couldn’t both afford to make the trip. He knew Janine and I had been like sisters in college, so he said I should go, insisting that he and the kids would be fine. At first I felt guilty about leaving them for four days, but soon I was looking forward to the trip.

I arrived in San Francisco late on a Thursday evening, and was met at the airport by Janine and two of her friends, Chris, her supervisor, and Sylvia, a college intern who was working in Janine’s office the summer before senior year. Chris was a friendly red-head with a smile that wouldn’t quit. Sylvia was very petite with very long brown hair, dark eyes, and a strikingly tiny waist.

After I checked in at the hotel, we went to the lounge for a snack and drinks. I hadn’t seen Janine in about two years, and it was fun catching up. Chris and Sylvia were wonderful too.

The bachelorette party was held on Friday night, and by this time the four of us were like old friends. Chris had organized the party and asked each of us to contribute $50 toward food and entertainment. It seemed like a lot of money, but Chris assured us that we would get our money’s worth and more.

When I arrived around eight music was playing and there were already about fifteen other women there. A nice buffet was laid out on the bar and one of the girls was fixing drinks. There was a sunken living-room area with a fireplace, and several of the participants were sitting on the couch and chairs. Chris met me at the door with a hug and a smile and directed me to the bar. Janine introduced me to the other guests. I found a stool near the bar and picked up a glass of champagne.

Sylvia was sitting with some of the other women by the fireplace. When she saw me, she smiled, stood up, and headed toward me. She was wearing a black-silk blouse that was just short enough for me to see her pierced navel, and just sheer enough for me to tell she was braless. Her breasts were small and jiggled slightly with each step, her tiny nipples poking against the fabric. Her black-leather skirt was incredibly short, barely covering her butt. She wore black stockings, and as she stepped forward from the fireplace, I caught a glimpse of white skin and lacy black garters.

I found myself admiring her body in the same way I have admired the models in your magazine. While I had never had an experience with another woman, I’d wondered what it might be like—and how Sylvia’s body would look. As she reached me, she stood on her tiptoes and gave me a hug. Her perfume was musky and filled my head. I returned the hug, enjoying the way her body felt against mine and her soft hair against my face.

She ordered a drink and sat on the barstool next to mine, crossing her lovely legs. As we talked, I kept trying to steal discreet glances at those legs. Her skirt kept riding up enough for me to see the skin above her stockings, and this was getting me very excited. Feeling a little flushed, I took a second glass of champagne.

Before I had the chance to embarrass myself further, the doorbell rang. Chris went to the door and stepped outside for a moment. When she came back in, she asked for everyone’s attention and announced that the entertainment had arrived. She put a tape in the sound system and dimmed the lights. Through the door came two young men dressed in business suits. They were tanned and appeared to be very well built.

The first young man walked to the center of the room while the second waited his turn. One by one, they put on a high-energy strip show as we all hooted, whistled, and generally misbehaved. Eventually, each of the guys was down to a G-string. Eager hands stuffed money into their elastic waistbands.

When the men were finished they slipped into the bedroom to dress while we girls cheered wildly. Chris took up a collection for tips and handed it to them as they left. On the way out, they each stopped to give Janine a deep kiss that left us all weak-kneed.

Sylvia and I continued to talk for a while, but I soon became aware that being with her was making me feel uncomfortable—not in a bad way, but giddyish. I was pretty worked up by the show we’d just seen, and Sylvia’s outfit wasn’t helping a bit, so I smiled, stood up, and excused myself, saying that I was going to mingle a little.

I was standing behind a large couch talking with one of Janine’s coworkers when the doorbell rang again. Chris went to it once more and then announced that the second act had arrived. Again the lights went down and the music began. This time, however, the two dancers who entered were beautiful women. They wore tight-fitting short dresses, stockings, and heels. The music was slow, and they danced together for a long time, almost touching but not quite.