Idleman Scott - Penthouse variations on oral: erotic stories of going down

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CONTENTS

Seductive, mind-blowing, intensethose are just a few of the words that could be used to describe sublime oral sex. Whether giving or receiving, oral sex can be an intimate interlude or a lustful bacchanal. The seemingly simple act of pleasing a lover with lips and tongue is a heady aphrodisiac, a deeply personal moment when your arousal is completely interwoven with that of another. And that perfect mix of surrender and bliss is reflected in the tales in this collection, Penthouse Variations on Oral.

I cant think of a better selection of stories to launch the debut of this book series of erotica inspired by Penthouse Variations magazine. In its thirty-six-year history, Penthouse Variations has focused on the sensual confessions of devoted lovers who explore their lascivious fantasieswhether theyre oral-only adventures, daring games of dominance and submission, or the carnal pleasures of turning duos into trios. But the one goal these men and women share is that they strive to make their thrilling dreams breathtaking realitiesand lucky for us, they share every delicious detail.

Penthouse Variations on Oral serves up more than twenty tasty tales of oral delights. These sexy stories run the gamut from the unrestrained passion of brand-new lovers to the uninhibited exuberance of devoted couples. These people understand that oral sex isnt something to be rushed through or performed out of some sort of duty. Instead, its an act to be savored, as arousing to the giver as it is to the receiver, which Adam Vane explains in his story Secret Appetites:

I tricked my tongue in dainty circles all over her pussy, avoiding her pearl, but coming as close as I possibly could. I used my tongue and chin, and even my breath to warm her up. As I traced closer and closer, I felt her entire body trembling, and her reaction let me know that I was doing something right. My cock throbbed fiercely in my khakis. This is what Id asked for, and she was more than delivering, giving me a play-by-play of exactly what she wanted me to do. Id never experienced anything sexier in my life.

On the flip side, Chloe Parker in Screaming Orgasm describes the joy of anticipation, knowing the skill of a familiar lover and letting past pleasures buoy her impending ecstasy:

Ryan knows how to please me. He starts off strong, then retreats, teasing and taunting, making me wait before coming at me once again with full force. By the time hes ready to fuck me, Ive experienced several earth-shattering orgasms and my pussy is dripping with sex juices. I had a feeling this afternoon would be no different.

Penthouse Variations on Oral offers stories that are both entertaining and inspiring, giving you a taste of what can be if you release your inhibitions and indulge your appetite for passion.

Barbara Pizio

Executive Editor, Penthouse Variations

ALISON TYLER

Zach said, Ill be there lickety-split, and I couldnt help myself. I started laughing.

What did you just say?

He was hanging up the phone, and he gave me a curious look, his ginger-colored eyebrows raised. I told Jamie Id be over in a minute. He ran one hand over his short hair in a habit I recognized from two months of working at his side.

Thats not what you said. Jamie was one of our regular clients. Her office always ordered a dozen coffees with various shades of cream and varieties of sweeteners. But for some reason Zachs response this particular morning had caught my attention. You said lickety-split.

Its just an expression, Zach insisted, helping to add the creams and sugars, label the paper cups and set the caps in place. He was working on autopilot, while I was trying to find a way to let him know that his casual remark had made my panties wet. I didnt rush, though. Zach and I had been flirting for months. Wed both started working at the caf on the same dayneither one of us had seniorityand I was pretty sure that neither of us gave a fuck about managements no-dating policy.

Who was going to rat us out? We were there by ourselves.

Once hed set the last lid in place, Zach hefted the box to carry it to Jamies ad agency. I held the door open for him, and right as his well-muscled body was lined up with my own, I said, When you get back, I have another type of split Id like you to lick.

I thought he was going to drop the coffee. I could actually see the Rorschach-like splatter on the tiled floor in my mindregular two sugars blending with decaf with soymilkbut he caught himself and said, Back in two minutes. Hold that thought.

I held it. I held it as tightly as I possibly could, with my thighs squeezed together and my pussy positively clenched. Standing nearly frozen behind the counter, I willed myself to still my racing heart. As I exhaled, I looked at myself in the mirror over the fancy bronze coffee-maker. I had my blonde hair up in a French twist, every hair in place. The pink in my cheeks hadnt come from a cosmetic palette, but from my sexual excitement. Every sensual fantasy Id ever had about Zach seemed to percolate in my head into one steamy concoction.

I took a deep breath and prayed for a slow day. Maybe we wouldnt have the normal commuters rush. Maybe we would be left to our own devices.

Maybes are worth about as much as a decaf soy latte in my world. When Zach returned, I had a line of impatient customers that ran from the counter to the door, everyone craving their caffeine fix before a long day at work. Zach and I danced through our usual banter without a word about what Id said until wed served the last harried commuter. Only then did he sidle up to me, cradle my waist in his big hands and croon, So, about this split?

I grinned at him and took one of his hands in mine. Behind the counter, I slid his fingertips beneath the waistband of my short, checkered skirt and into my silky yellow panties. The expression on his face let me know when he felt the wetness meet him, envelop him, suck him in. After a few seconds, he withdrew his hand and slowly, oh so slowly, licked his fingers clean.

How long have you wanted me to taste you? His voice was hoarse. He looked as light-headed as I felt.

Since that first latte.

Excuse me?

Since the first day we were at work together. You made yourself a foamy latte, and you licked the rim of the cup before taking a sip. All I could think of was you licking my pussy in exactly the same way, with the same look of pleasure in your eyes. Id never been jealous of a seventy-percent-recycled paper cup before.