Penthouse International - Naughty by nature

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

ON THE JOB

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

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.

Next he worked his way back up to my lips and kissed me hard as he penetrated me with his massive cock. The humidity was almost unbearable yet stimulating. Our bodies clung together with every thrust, and I grabbed his ass and drove him deeper. Our moaning grew louder. As I begged him for release, it seemed to make him want me more, and his thrusts became harder.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, the crane clicked on and started moving down the mill. Apparently, the operator didn’t know we were up there. Every little bump the crane hit drove me wild. After we both climaxed, we collapsed into each other’s arms. He gently kissed me. We were drained from the heat that we had created. Remembering that we were at work, we quickly got dressed and returned to our jobs. Later we met in the parking lot for more of each other, but I’ll save that story for another time.

— P. E., Pennsylvania