Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  Leaving her shoes at the door in Buddhist fashion, she breezed past me into the room. Setting the ice bucket on the dresser, she proceeded to scan the music tapes piled there.

  “Rocky roll. I like. You got Madonna?”

  “Er . . . no, I don’t think so.”

  She selected a David Bowie tape and popped it in the deck. Then she leaned against the dresser and undulated slowly in a private reverie, her long black hair bouncing against her ass in rhythm to the music.

  “I only ordered ice, thanks,” I finally managed to mumble.

  She turned to me with a knowing smile. “Your friend Rick say you too much cold up here alone. I make warm for you.” She laughed in that lilting high-pitched way of Thai women. It sounded like a beautiful birdcall.

  “Thanks, but I was just going back to bed—I mean sleep.”

  Ignoring my feeble protest, she shut off the air-conditioner and threw open the window. The night air poured in like hot syrup, blanketing the room with its musky tropical scent. She gave me that smile again. “Better, yes? Much better for massage.” She settled lightly on the edge of the bed and patted the mattress invitingly. Her eyes drew me to the bed and I sat down beside her. Everything about her was delicate—everything but her mouth, which was wide and thick lipped.

  She drew a joint from her back pocket and lit it. “You nervous like monkey. This make nice for you.” She took a deep drag, then leaned to me and blew a thin column of smoke from her mouth into mine. It tasted sweet and strong. I sucked hungrily at her lips, but she pulled away. Then she fed me another hit of smoke, smiling with her eyes now. Our lips touched, and her tiny tongue licked playfully against my teeth. I followed it back inside her mouth. It was warm and wet and inviting, and I wanted more.

  But she eased away from me and drew back my robe. A fine film of sweat had already beaded on my shoulders. “Much muscles. I like,” she cooed in my ear. Laying a delicate hand on my chest, she guided me down on my back and propped a pillow beneath my head. She stood up and wriggled out of her jeans. She was not wearing panties. Then she untied her halter top and gave me a glimpse of her bare breasts before draping the satin garment over my face. As she gently rolled me over on my stomach, the Thai-weed kicked in like a jet stream. I was off for the clouds.

  She straddled my back and worked her fingers deep into my shoulders. Her hands were surprisingly strong, and soon warm waves of pleasure began to surge up and down my spine. As she worked her way down my back, my body became lighter and lighter. Only her gentle weight and small firm hands kept me anchored to the bed.

  She was sitting across the back of my knees now, her hands on my buttocks. She stroked them gently with her fingers, lightly tracing the contours of my ass and upper thighs. Her caresses deepened till she was kneading my ass, spreading my cheeks with each circular motion. My whole body broke into a sweat as I clenched the pillow with my teeth and moaned aloud. Gradually, she spread my legs apart and worked my cheeks open wide. Bending down, she let her long hair dance teasingly over my crack. She lowered her head, nuzzling my ass, nipping it playfully with her teeth. Her tongue flicked upwards from my balls, slowly circling my asshole. Her lips puckered against my sphincter as her tongue darted in and across and around.

  My cock telescoped outward with magnum force. She slapped my ass sharply to keep it in place, then returned to tonguing my asshole. A warm wet finger shaked its way past my sphincter. I howled softly into the pillow. She guided me over onto my back, her finger still plugged firmly in my anus.

  Soon her mouth was wrapped around my throbbing balls. My cock was in a purple rage, tremendously large beside her tiny, perfect face. She raised her eyes to mine. With a mischievous wink, she pulled my shaft towards her smiling, moist lips. Her tongue peeked out and flicked against the bottom of my pulsing glans.

  Then she curled her lips around my cock and plunged her head downward. Her hand massaged my balls and the molten fluid churned deep within my groin. As my cock erupted, she reared back her head to catch the steaming spurts across her face. Eyes closed and mouth agape, she laughed that laugh of hers, and I joined in with my own appreciative cries. When I was spent, she rubbed her come-smeared face across my belly and nestled her head against my chest.

  I do not remember falling asleep, but I do recall my dream. I was back in Songkhla, in the Buddhist temple, but all my students had gone—all except Lé Chi. She glided up to where I stood by the blackboard and gazed at my sweating brow. Standing on tiptoes, she lightly licked the sweat from my forehead, then from my temples. She licked my neck and ear, the way a cat cleans her kitten. I kissed her, and it was salty and sweet.

  Then we were on the beach, kissing still. The barbed wire was gone. Everyone was gone. And we were alone on the sand, writhing together under the blazing sun.

  I awoke to find myself being ministered to by room service. She was sitting beside me, dunking a washcloth in the half-melted ice. She fed me a cube, then wiped my steaming brow with the cool wet cloth. As her girlish body hovered above me, I drank in all the beautiful naked contours that had lain hidden beneath Lé Chi’s modest garments; the lithe, hairless arms, the soft amber thighs. They had always seemed beyond my grasp, but now I could reach up and touch her lovely shoulder, her tender neck.

  Holding a cube between her lips, she bent down and traced icy circles around my nipples. She tweaked them between her chilly fingers till they stood up erect. My hands found her thighs and easily lifted her forward. I pulled her crotch to my mouth and hungrily explored her cunt with my tongue. Her downy hair was soft and fragrant against my nose. Soon her breath grew short and sharp, her moans building in intensity to a high-pitched wail.

  “Banh lai!” she cried. “Do it! Now!”

  I lifted her to my waiting cock. She was so small and tight I had to pull her down onto me. We groaned in unison as I entered her. My cock felt like a redwood up inside that dense tropical jungle of a cunt. I cupped her small breasts in my hands, squeezing the nipples hard between my thumbs and forefingers.

  She finally broke a sweat; the hair clung to her moistened face and shoulders. She rode feverishly up and down my shaft, clenching it tightly in her cunt with each ascent. She arched her back and braced her hands against my thighs as I drove deeper and deeper inside her. I was reaching my limit when her hands found my scrotum and squeezed. I grabbed her hair and pulled her forward onto my chest, then came in violent spasms which shook through both our bodies. As my come shot up inside her, she grabbed my chest hair and brought her mouth hard against mine.

  The last thing I remember before falling asleep was her long hair curtained around my head and her gentle laughter echoing in my ear.

  Part Two

  More Erotica from Penthouse

  HIGHWAY, MY WAY

  My wife and I have now been married for twenty years. Betty is in her forties and I’ve just passed my fiftieth birthday.

  Our adventure began on a hot Saturday afternoon in the summer. We had been working in the yard and were hot and tired. Around half past four, we went indoors and I mixed us a couple of gin and tonics. As we relaxed with our drinks and talked, Betty suddenly remarked that she did not know why, but she was getting horny. She asked what I could suggest to ease her longing. I told her to get into something sexy and we would go to a nice restaurant for dinner. She thought that was a great idea, so we showered and got dressed. She wore a tight, sheer blouse with no bra. Her breasts are not truly big, but they are a nice handful, with nice nipples, and they looked very interesting under her blouse. She also wore a full skirt with no panties or slip. I gave her a big kiss and rubbed her titties a bit. I could tell she was getting very excited about the evening ahead.

  While we drove to the restaurant I rubbed the insides of her legs so she wouldn’t forget we were out for fun. Arriving at our destination, we were told there would be a half-hour wait for a table, so we went into the lounge and sat at the bar. As the bartender took our order, his eyes almost popped upon seeing Betty’s breast
s pressed against her tight blouse. When he finally went to get our drinks, the other bartender come over with water and napkins so he could get a good look, too. Betty was getting hot from knowing that both guys were turned on by the sight of her.

  The bar was not solid in front. It was latticed, with holes about a foot square. Apparently, whenever a sexy female sat at the bar, these guys took advantage of the situation. With my wife there, they kept ducking down behind the bar, as if to look for something. But what they really were doing was looking up her dress. When Betty realized this, she put her feet up on the rung of her stool and pulled her skirt above her knees. When one of the fellows ducked down, she slowly spread her legs apart. Since she wasn’t wearing panties, the sight must have been most stimulating.

  Deciding to join her game, I reached over and ran my hand slowly up the inside of her thigh to her pussy, which was pretty wet. I slipped one finger, then a second one, into her cunt and soon was having fun frigging her. Then I noticed that one of the bartenders had reached through the bar and had his hand on her leg. I moved mine away and he slid his up all the way to Betty’s pussy and slipped two fingers in as I had done.

  I don’t know if Betty was aware of who was finger-fucking her, but she certainly did enjoy it, getting hotter with every passing moment. Soon she was moving with the motion of his fingers and I knew she would climax shortly. Her breathing became faster and her complexion reddened. All of a sudden she covered her face with her hands. “No,” she murmured. “Oh no.” And then she came, with just enough fuss for the couples on either side of us to realize what was happening. Fortunately, the hostess came over and told us that our table was ready. As we left the bar, Betty’s face was still flushed with excitement.

  After dinner, since it was still hot outdoors, I rolled down the car windows so there would be plenty of fresh air. Before starting the engine to drive home, I slid over close to Betty, put my arm around her and gave her a big kiss. I started to play with her titties, too, and I could tell this pleased her greatly. I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled each side of it around her back, where I tucked the tails into the waistband of her skirt. Now the whole front of her torso was naked. I played with her breasts, massaging them and gently squeezing the nipples. Then, with my left hand, I pushed her skirt up above her waist. Her pussy was exposed. I slid my hand up her thigh. She opened her legs wider and then put her right foot up on the seat. This caused her pussy to be pulled wide open. I put two fingers inside and slid them in and out and around her hole. With my right hand I was still feeling her titties and nipples.

  She was so passionate by now that I thought someone else ought to enjoy watching her. We drove from the parking lot and headed toward home. The road, a four-lane highway with a center divider, was not crowded. I drove in the left lane so that the other cars would be on my right and, at stoplights, the people in them could get a good look at Betty, who had pulled down her skirt to where it belonged but left her blouse wide open and her breasts fully exposed.

  At the first red light we encountered, a small van stopped alongside us. The driver, a nice-looking young man, was watching as I rubbed Betty’s breasts. His eyes opened wide. Betty just looked at him and smiled.

  The light changed to green and I started for the next one, about four blocks ahead. I was lucky because it changed to red just as I drew up to it. Again I put my right arm around Betty and played with her titties and nipples, but I also put my left hand between her legs and slid it up to her cunt, raising the skirt as I did so. The van had stayed with us and pulled up alongside. Since his seat was a bit higher than ours, the driver had a clear view of Betty being played with. His girlfriend, whom I hadn’t seen before, was sitting next to him, enjoying the sight of everything I was doing to Betty.

  The light turned green and off we went again, with the van right beside us. The next stop was a long one, because there was a four-road intersection. As we slowed to a halt, Betty turned to face the window and put her right leg up on the seat. When I’d stopped the car, I pulled her skirt up above her waist, so both her pussy and her titties were now completely in view of the couple in the van. I knew I would have more than three minutes at this light, so I began more leisurely to finger Betty’s pussy with my left hand and rub her titties with my right. In the meantime, the girl in the van pulled her sweater up to expose a beautiful pair of breasts, which her boyfriend was busy feeling.

  By now I had Betty so hot that she couldn’t sit still. The pace of my finger-fucking was getting faster and faster and she was doing her best to engulf my fingers in her cunt. With words of encouragement from the couple in the van, Betty moved against my fingers as if they were my cock. Then, suddenly, she excitedly cried out and came right there in front of us all. I continued working my fingers in her and she kept having orgasms for a while longer. The couple in the van applauded—and then the driver suggested that we all park off the road ahead so he could get closer to what he had been watching me play with.

  When the light turned green, I pulled ahead and parked at the curb. The van stopped right behind us. The couple got out, walked up to the door on Betty’s side and opened it. Betty, meanwhile, had not changed position, so she sat facing the door with her crotch and titties exposed. The couple, after introducing themselves as Harvey and Lucy, just gaped for a few moments at Betty’s naked parts. Harvey then began playing with her breasts with one hand while reaching with the other for her cunt. He soon had a couple of his fingers inside her hole. Lucy figured that looked like fun, so she reached over and slipped one of her fingers into Betty’s pussy, fondling her tits with her other hand.

  By this time, Betty was writhing on the seat. She was being simultaneously finger-fucked by Harvey and Lucy. In a few minutes she started bucking against their fingers, faster and faster, and then—bang!—she came in a wild orgasm. It lasted almost a minute, and then, I would guess, she had a series of three or four smaller orgasms before calming down. Harvey and Lucy rubbed her cunt and titties a little while longer and then said they wanted to show us something.

  Harvey pushed Lucy up close to me and then sat on the other side of her. Lucy reached over, unbuckled his pants and, as Harvey arched his back to help her along, pulled them down to his ankles, along with his shorts. Grabbing his prick, she rubbed it vigorously until it was hard as a rock. Then she slowly engulfed his cock, sliding it inch by inch into her mouth. Her pace quickened as her lips slid up and down the length of his cock until it was glistening with saliva. She poised herself over his erection, facing forward, and pulled her skirt up and her panties down. She leaned forward, giving all of us a good view of her pussy. Harvey played with her pussy awhile, and then she slid down onto his rigid cock. Up and down she went, getting wilder with every second. Harvey helped by pushing his cock into her each time she slid down.

  I was so excited that I reached over and pulled Lucy’s sweater up to her neck. Betty and I both played with Lucy’s titties while she was being screwed, and Betty put one hand around Harvey’s prick as it went in and out of Lucy’s cunt. Finally, Lucy climaxed and Harvey came immediately afterward.

  We all then rested awhile. When we got our breath back, our new friends drove off and Betty and I drove home to a fantastic lovemaking session. Needless to say, it was one night that neither of us will ever forget.

  NEVER TOO OLD

  I am a senior citizen who lives a few miles from the center of Baltimore. On the day in question, I was driving down to visit friends near Annapolis, a beautiful old colonial town some forty miles away. Along the way, I pulled into a shopping center to get a sandwich and a soda. I parked next to a compact car and noticed a very attractive woman standing in front of it with her hands on her hips. When I got out of my car, she looked at me and shook her head. “Trouble?” I asked.

  “I’ve done some dumb things in my time,” she replied, “but locking my keys in the car has to be the dumbest.”

  I noticed that she had a nice ass and good-looking legs, but her frilly blouse and h
er jacket kept me from seeing her tits. I guessed she was probably about fifty years of age.

  I said, “Well, let’s see if I can help you.”

  About two weeks earlier, I’d found a large ball peen hammer on a road and thrown it into the trunk of my car. Now I opened the trunk, picked up the hammer and jokingly said, “Does it make any difference which window I break?”

  “Oh, no,” she said. “Don’t do that. I’ll get a cab and go home to get my other set of . . .” She stopped talking for a moment, then said, “No, I can’t do that because all my other keys are in my purse—and that’s locked in the car, too.”

  I laughed and put the hammer back in the trunk. Picking up a Slim Jim, I said, “I’ll take care of it.”

  She looked at the tool in my hand and said, “You mean you are going to break one of the windows with that?”

  “Stand in back of the car, look the other way, put your hands over your ears,” I told her. “I’ll let you know when you can look. I’ll give you my wallet to hold, just so you’ll know I won’t steal your car.” I tried the door on the driver’s side a few times, but with no success. I then went around to the passenger’s side and, on my second try, I sprang the lock, opened the door, removed the keys from the ignition and said in my most gallant tone, “Here are your keys, madam. I’ll take my wallet back now, thank you. It has some secret telephone numbers in it that I wouldn’t want you to see.” I said it with the most friendly smile I could muster.

  She couldn’t get over how quickly I’d opened the door, so I showed her how a Slim Jim works. She was ever so grateful and offered to pay me for being “such a wonderful locksmith.” When I refused to accept her money, she asked where I was headed. I told her that I was driving down to Annapolis to see friends. “That’s not very far,” she said. “Please, let me buy you lunch before you continue your trip.” She told me that the restaurant in the shopping mall served a terrific bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich. I accepted her invitation and we walked to the restaurant, where the waitress knew her. Besides a BLT for each of us, she ordered a bottle of wine. My new friend and I engaged in a lot of small talk, during which I mentioned that I like to go crabbing on the Eastern Shore in the summertime. She told me that she knew where to catch really big blue crabs near the mouth of the Chesapeake Bay.