Penthouse International - Naughty by nature

Recently, my boyfriend and I had an interesting and very enjoyable lunch hour. He is one of the sexiest men I have ever known and is very creative, which means our sex life is far from dull.

On this particular day, he called me at my office and said he would meet me at my house in an hour. As soon as he arrived at my house and bolted the door behind us, an animal magnetism drew the two of us together. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, barely letting us breathe. We made our way to the bed-room with our clothes falling in heaps along the way.

I bent down and locked my mouth around his raging hard-on. I sucked his hard cock into my mouth and tongued my way down the length. As my tongue swirled back and forth across the tender spot just below the head of his penis, my hands pumped his thick shaft. He lifted my head off his hard tool, lay down on his back, then pulled me on top of him. I put his cock into my very wet and waiting cunt. I slowly rode him up and down, then bounced wildly on his cock while he rubbed and squeezed my tits.

Then he rolled me over onto my back without his hard erection ever leaving my hot, dripping box. I wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust up to meet his every stroke. He lifted my legs even higher as he pumped in and out.

After he positioned my legs on his shoulders, his prick sank in to the hilt. We fucked fast and furious until I started to come, my body convulsing against his. Suddenly he shoved his thick prick deep inside my wet, throbbing cunt, and I had another mighty orgasm.

Then he lowered my legs, and once again I wrapped them around his waist. Ever so slowly he pushed the head of his cock into my pussy, then he stopped. Without warning, he plunged his cock into my tight slit. I moaned loudly and raised my hips to take all of him. I was approaching climax again. I lifted my head to kiss him, and he opened his mouth wide. His tongue swirled with mine until I shuddered and writhed ecstatically. He rammed his cock into me time and time again.

Just when he was about to come, he removed his prick from my pussy and proceeded to spurt hot, thick jets of come all over my chest and in my mouth, some splashing on my neck and tits. We collapsed, exhausted, in each other’s arms. That was by far the best lunch hour I’d ever had, and I can hardly wait until my lover’s next creative moment!

— S. W., Michigan (Aug. ’93)

I am presently employed as a grocery-store cashier, and one recent Sunday we had to do inventory on all of the stock. I was assigned to work with Cynthia, my fellow checkout girl. We were in the manager’s office counting all of the tobacco products. I couldn’t help noticing Cynthia’s very sexy legs, which were revealed by her short pink skirt. She was braless, and her pert nipples stuck out through her blouse-she was quite a sight.

I had climbed up on a stepladder and was counting cigarettes when I asked Cynthia to hand me my inventory sheet. She climbed the ladder and stood behind me, nonchalantly placing her hands on my shoulders to give me a gentle massage. “Oooh, that feels good,” I said.

“Does it?” she asked. “If we put our heads together, we can make each other feel really good.” Then she grabbed my hand and seductively ran her tongue over my fingers. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. I was really getting turned on by my sexy coworker. Her hands ran up my shirt and over my breasts. I put my hands over hers, and we both caressed my boobs while she began to nuzzle my neck. We couldn’t stand it any longer and got off the ladder and headed to the compressor room, knowing that it would be the only place for lusty, uninhibited sex.

We met in the middle of the room and each clutched our arms around the other. Our mouths met, our tongues exploring. I ran my hands under her blouse and felt, fondled, and squeezed her firm breasts. Cynthia unzipped my trousers and pulled them down-along with my now soaked panties.

Next she unbuttoned my shirt while her other hand diddled with my wet pussy. She unzipped her skirt and took off her blouse. We French-kissed and fell to the floor, not caring how dirty it was. As I lay on my back, Cynthia ran her tongue up my leg, slowly working her way to my cunt. “I want to taste you,” she purred as she opened my legs wide and buried her face in my twat.

Her tongue worked magic on my wet clit as she licked in a circular motion, making me squirm. She licked faster and faster, then slid her tongue into my hole, exploring every crevice. I couldn’t believe how horny I was. She continued to please me for another fifteen minutes, and then climbed on top of me so we could kiss some more.

She rose up above me and brought her pussy down so I could taste it. She went up and down, moaning as I fiercely sucked her pussy for another quarter of an hour. Then she ran her tongue over my breasts, sucking them ever so gently, making my nipples stand out, rock-hard. I caressed her ass as she made love to my breasts, and we continued our lust for the next hour. Needless to say, it was a very profitable inventory.

— R. Y., Nebraska

I love to tease, so if Jenna wanted to fuck around on her girlfriend, I decided to let her have a little fun. Whenever I came to her office, she would give me gifts like flowers, candy, or sexy panties she would imagine me wearing. She would even hold all calls and lock her door when I was there. This girl sure had the hots!

She wasn’t about to get my pussy right away. She spent several of our “meetings” kissing me and trying to either take off or pull up my skirt while I warded her off. She was very aggressive and quite adept at wooing, nibbling, and kissing. But I taught her who the boss was, and only let her get so far each time. I was driving her crazy, but told her that she could just go back to Mary and forget our little get-togethers if she really wanted to. But she wanted me, so she had to go at my speed. I was in control.

It was erotic being in her office, having this very intelligent young woman going bonkers over me. I felt very masterful, realizing what the powers of the flesh held over her. She’d always wind up on her knees with me sitting on the edge of her desk or in her leather swivel chair, my skirt hiked up while she massaged my legs and kissed my inner thighs or my tummy. She had already nicknamed me “The Bod,” and she loved to explore every inch of it. I had let her loosen my top a few times and go wild on my breasts, which she couldn’t seem to get enough of. That felt pretty nice. I liked watching her looking at me as she licked and sucked my tits. She adored them, and they had her panting.

Finally, one day-wearing a see-through mesh top under a light blazer, with no bra, a short red skirt, garterless black mesh stockings, and a pair of black thong panties-I sat on the edge of Jenna’s desk, and as she fell to her knees, she begged me to let her lick me. She had wanted it long enough, and I relented. Soon her tongue slipped right into my pussy. Her tongue licked my honeypot as if there was no tomorrow, and as her face buried in my muff, she looked up at me as if she was in heaven.

I teased her, asking, “Who tastes better, me or Mary?” I could see her smile as her head went up and down and side to side, tasting my muff for all she was worth-I could tell it was no contest. Boy, could she give some head! Her cheeks were literally slapping against my inner thighs as her tongue circled over and around my clit. Making her wait had heightened her excitement more than I could have imagined.

I liked seeing her head down there and seeing her nose pressed up against my pussy hair. While she was busy eating me, her hands roamed all over, either pushing my knees apart or wrapping around my outer thighs or firmly holding my ass while her tongue did its trick.