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          ****       REJECTED BY PENTHOUSE FORUM!!!          ****


                                 by
                             OddManOut




DISCLAIMER:  If you are offended by explicit depictions of sexual 
activities that transcend the concepts of "normal" and even "possible", 
then you should stop reading now.  If you are offended by parodies of 
Penthouse Forum, then you should stop reading now.  If you are too young 
to be reading this kind of thing, then you should stop reading now, 
especially if you think someone might catch you.  If you don't apply to 
any of the above categories, then sit back, relax, put your right hand 
on the "Page Down" key and step into the absurdity that I call....




        GUY'S NEW GAL NOSE JUST HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HIM

     Dear Sirs,

I used to think that the kinds of things I read in about "Penthouse 
Forum" could never happen to me, seeing as how all I do is sit around 
reading back issues of your magazine.  This past weekend, however, I had 
my own "Penthouse Forum" experience, and it's completely changed my 
outlook!

Last Saturday evening, me and my buddy Vance went clubbing downtown to 
check out the local sights, if you know what I mean.  The first three or 
four places we tried were pretty dead, and we were about to give up.  
Then we came upon an all-night dance club.  Vance and I had just been 
going to bars, but we figured what the hell, this had to be better.  
When we went inside, we were not disappointed.  The club was packed from 
wall to wall with more hot women than you could shake a stick at, and I 
had a pretty big stick to shake.

Vance quickly got acquainted with a young slice of fur pie, and left me 
to go paw her on the dance floor.  Looking around, I realized that 
almost every other woman was guarded by a large, mean-looking boyfriend.  
The ones that weren't had suspicious-looking bumps on their throats.  I 
was sitting alone, waiting for Vance and pondering my misfortune when a 
vision in denim sat down across from me.

"Looking for company?"  Her voice was as smooth as a pile of silk.  
Blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and down to a pair of the most 
perfect 40Ds that I've ever seen in my life.  They were bunched in her 
blue denim halter top like two rabbits sleeping on her chest.  I was in 
love.  She caught me looking and laughed.  "Like what you see?" she 
asked questioningly.  "I love it!"  I said, and my willy nodded with me 
inside my pants.

"I'm Layla" she said, and we launched into the kind of pre-fucking small 
talk you always need to make.  Layla slid around the booth to sit next 
to me.  As we talked, I casually put one hand on her thigh.  Layla put 
her hand on mine, and slid it upwards slowly, until it rested just 
inches away from her cleft.  As you can imagine, the conversation 
quickly turned to sex, and what we liked to do.  I mentioned my fondness 
for "Penthouse Forum", and all the wild and kinky stories it contained.  
"That's my favorite magazine" she said, with a smile that could melt 
ice.  "But there's one thing I like that I never see in it."  "What's 
that?"  I asked, but Layla just smiled and stood up.  Grabbing my arm, 
she said "Why don't we go someplace quieter?"  she said.  Actually, I 
kind of liked the song that was playing in the club, but I didn't argue.

We said our good-byes to Vance and drove to her place.   On the drive 
over, I made a move and placed my hand on her thigh.  "Mmm, that feels 
good."  She said, so I moved higher.  I was pleasantly surprised when I 
reached the top of her thighs and discovered that she wasn't wearing any 
panties.  Then she reached down to shift from third gear to fourth, 
driving my arm backwards and twisting my wrist, which was caught in her 
crotch.  I tried to recuperate, but she had bucket seats, which meant my 
hand was at an unnatural angle anyway, so I pulled it back and massaged 
my sore wrist the rest of the way to her apartment.

We parked in an underground lot and walked to the elevator, hand in 
hand.  Once we were inside the elevator, she threw herself at me, 
pinning me to the wall with her mouth.  Before the doors had even 
closed, she'd dropped to her knees and was tugging at my zipper.  
Pulling my log from its forest, she popped it her mouth and started 
vacuuming my hose as we rose to her floor.  We were only three floors 
away from her place when the elevator slowed to a stop.  I tried to tell 
Layla that other people were getting on, but she was obsessed with my 
willy.  Thinking fast, I took off my hat and placed it over Layla's head 
just as the doors opened and an old lady got on.  Fortunately, my 
disguise worked, and she thought it was just me inside with her.  We 
rode up to her floor, then pushed the button to go back down to Layla's 
after our unwitting voyeur had departed.

When I saw the old woman leave, I felt a surge of relief that pushed me 
over the edge.  With a groan, I rewarded Layla's efforts with  the White 
Ribbon of Excellence.  She swallowed it all, then zipped me up and we 
ran to her apartment.  While we were waiting for the south to rise 
again, Layla put on a CD and began a sexy dance to the music.  The CD 
was Nirvana Unplugged, so it was a slow, drugged-out, swaying sort of 
dance, like she'd been awake for about 50 hours straight.  Watching her 
lurch around made me think of Courtney Love, and soon I was back at full 
mast.  Layla noticed my bulge and stopped her dancing.  Walking over to 
me, she put one hand on my pecker and said "Ready for round two?"

We went to her bedroom and dimmed the lights.  Layla came up to me and 
started unbuttoning my shirt, so I returned the favor by reaching down 
and removing her skirt.   Working back up to her top, I pulled it off to 
set free her twin globes of passion.  They beckoned to me, asking me to 
lower my head and suck their succulent buds.  Not being one to argue 
with a talking tit, I did as they asked.  Soon I had Layla holding my 
head to her chest as I licked, sucked, teased, and insulted her breasts 
for all I was worth.  I decided to return Layla's favor for the treat in 
the elevator, and lowered my head to her garden of wheat.  Diving 
between her legs, I licked her clit like it was a tic-tac caught in a 
vice of flesh.  It wasn't long before I had Layla arching her back and 
calling for her ex-boyfriend.

By this time, I was ready to take a dip in her hot tub, so I pulled 
myself up and placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy.  
Thrusting forward, I sank into her tight hole like a warm knife through 
butter.  I began to move in and out, and soon we were doing it like a 
pair of animals, and horny animals at that.  Layla grabbed my ass and 
pulled me into her with every thrust.  I couldn't take any more of it, 
and delivered my second parcel up her velvet tunnel.

I lay back to rest, but Layla had other ideas.  Rolling on top of me, 
she snaked her hand down to my python and began to jack me off softly.  
Sure enough, I started to swell again under her warm grasp.  As soon as 
she saw that I had another round chambered, she got off me and walked to 
the bathroom.  This confused me until I saw her come back into the room.  
She held a tube of vaseline, and I knew that she didn't have chapped 
lips.  Straddling my hips, she smeared a glob of it on her finger and 
reached behind her to grease up her red rosebud.  Looking me in the eye, 
she said "Are you feeling man enough to put it up my ass?"  It seemed to 
me like any boy who got an erection would also be capable of buttfucking 
her, but I said yes anyway. 

That must have been the correct answer, because she raised herself up 
slightly and guided my rod to her hot, greased asshole.  Placing the tip 
at her pucker, she slowly lowered herself down, increasing the pressure 
on her anus.  A cock is not a compressive support, and this technique 
created internal stresses inside my member that made me afraid it would 
break.  Just before the shear forces became unbearable, her sphincter 
gave way, and I popped into her ass.  The rest of the journey was smooth 
sailing as she slid herself down the rest of my firepole.  Her butt was 
as tight as a snare drum, and as she rode me, she occasionally squeezed 
herself, sending carnal contractions down my rod.  As she became used to 
having my shaft up her butt, she began to lift herself up, then slowly 
lower herself back down my prick.  As she slowly impaled herself on my 
spike, I reached up to her breasts and rolled her hard pink marbles 
around in my hand.  This caused her to gasp with pleasure, so I played 
her nipples like an oven, and turned her tits to "broil".  Layla began 
to move faster, pumping her asshole up and down on my post.  It felt 
great, so I let her know by pulling her nubs and pinching them between 
my fingers.  Succumbing to my three-pronged assault, she let go, 
screaming to god and clenching down on my rebar with her forbidden 
donut.  The pleasure from this was exquisite, and I came with her, 
flooding her ass with my non-dairy creamer.

Layla collapsed on top of me, and we lay like that together, joined 
crotch-to-ass, as we regained our composure.  Thinking I was done for 
the night, I asked her "So is that what you never see in 'Penthouse 
Forum?'"  Hearing me say this, she looked at me with a twinkle in her 
eye, and said "No, it's something else."  Now I was intrigued.  I had 
just sealed all the holes in this lovely lady with my white silicone 
gel.  What else could we possibly do?  In no time at all, I had the 
answer.

Pulling herself off my pud with a pop, Layla looked me in the eye and 
said "Have you ever tried nasal sex?"  As soon as the words were out of 
her mouth, my jaw dropped in disbelief.  I had heard about nasal sex, 
and even fantasized about it, but had never expected to actually do it 
with anyone.  Hearing this suggestion come from Layla was a shock, but 
it was also a turn-on.  To my surprise, my one-legged boxer pulled 
himself to his feet, ready for round four.  I confessed to Layla that I 
had always wanted to fuck a woman's nose, but had never actually tried 
it.  In a small voice, Layla told me that she loved it up the nose, and 
that her ex-boyfriend had broken up with her because he thought that 
kind of thing was "too weird".  Some guys just don't know what they've 
got, I guess.

Layla told me to go wash my cock off as she got ready for her nasal 
invasion.  As I walked into the bathroom, I saw her scoop out another 
glob of lubricant on her finger, and then slowly shove her finger up her 
nose.  The sight turned me on so much I almost shot my wad right there.  
After I hosed down my hose, I stepped back out into the bedroom to see 
Layla sitting on the bed with her head cocked back.  Looking me up and 
down, she said "I can't wait to feel your hot cock stretching my tight 
nose!"

I felt like I was in some made-up fantasy as I walked over to where she 
sat and placed my snake at her snout.  I began to push, but Layla 
stopped me by saying "It will go easier if I do it."  I stood and 
grabbed her shoulders as she slowly put one nostril over the end of my 
salami.  Pushing down gently, her nose began to stretch to accommodate 
the girth of my tool.  After an eternity of pleasure, she managed to get 
the entire head inside her nasal cavity.  The inside of her nose was hot 
and tighter than any cunt, mouth, or ass I have ever had the pleasure of 
fucking.  After a minute of adjusting to the pressure, Layla began to 
push down some more, driving my cock deeper into her head.  A 
hair's-breadth at a time, I inched deeper into her nose.

When my cock was four inches in, Layla stopped again to adjust to the 
pressure.  Just as I prepared to make another slow journey into her 
nasal jungle, Layla did something that surprised and aroused me.  
Relaxing her nose, she pushed forward, and took the rest of my length up 
her in one steady shove!  Buried to the hilt in her nostril, I felt the 
head of my dong touch something warm and spongy that could only be her 
wet, horny brain.  Layla began to move her head back and forth over my 
axle, and I began to respond by pushing gently back into her head on the 
downstroke.  Every time my cock touched her brain, she let out a little 
gasp, and I realized that by fucking her nose, I was directly 
stimulating her pleasure centers.  This feeling of power was an enormous 
turn-on for me.  I plunged up her nose, and began humping her honker 
like a sex-crazed weasel.  Just as I was about to come, I felt Layla 
reach around behind me and worm a finger up my asshole.  No one had ever 
done that to me before, and the results were indescribable.

With a primal yell, I exploded with come, filling her head with my seed 
as she toyed with my ass.  I pulled out of her nose, my penis slick with 
the combination of her mucous and my come.  Come was flowing out of both 
her nostrils as she smiled weakly at me and said "Thanks, I needed 
that."  Looking down to my surprise, I saw that she was sopping wet 
between her legs.  While I was fucking her nose, Layla must have come 
over a dozen times.  I couldn't believe it!  I'd finally met a woman 
that genuinely enjoyed getting it up the nose!

For the next year, Layla and I continued to see each other, and I 
continued to fuck her up the nose on a regular basis.  Regrettably, 
Layla is now a part of my past, but every time I see a woman with a 
large, fleshy, sensual nose, or even listen to Barbara Streisand, I 
can't help but think of her.
							-L. J., Knoxville, TN


Comments?  Suggestions?  Flames?  Wannafucks?  None will make any 
difference, but if you desperately feel the need (i.e.  "I feel that 
nasal sex is a perfectly healthy variation of lovemaking, and I am 
offended by the way you have portrayed it."), please write me at 
oddman0ut@hotmail.com.


"It is only the great men who are truly obscene.  If they
 had not dared to be obscene, they could never have dared
 to be great."
-Havelock Ellis




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