Penthouse by Penthouse International

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