Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  As I washed, she stood behind me and told me that her husband had taken their son to see his grandmother for the weekend and had left the house a mess.

  After I finished the dishes I vacuumed the whole house, then cleaned her son’s room and the bathrooms. Mrs. Drake caught me staring at her quite a few times. I couldn’t help it. Her clothes weren’t tight or anything, but she looked incredible. After I put a set of clean silk sheets on her bed, I looked up and caught her staring at the bulge in my shorts. She played it off by saying, “I think it’s time for a break.”

  She poured two glasses of champagne and led me into her living room. I fell into the easy chair, and she sat directly across from me on the couch. We talked for at least an hour, and soon the bottle was empty. (She drank most of it.) Then, quite out of the blue, she said, “Phil, I didn’t really have you come here for make-up time. Shit, there’s no such thing as make-up time. If anyone found out that you were here cleaning my house, I could lose my job, as well as my marriage.”

  Her hand slipped up her shirt to fondle her breasts. “I’ve had my eye on you since the first day of class. I was very upset when you began cutting.” She stood up and pulled off her shorts and

  T-shirt.

  There before me stood my professor—drunk, naked and giving me an incredible hard-on! She was very skinny, her tits sagged ever so slightly, and her pussy was neatly trimmed. She sat back down on the couch and buried her middle finger inside her cunt. “I haven’t been fucked in four years. I need a good fuck. My husband just doesn’t cut it.”

  She walked over to me. I said, “Mrs. Drake, I’d love to but . . .”

  She placed her hand over my mouth. The aroma of her pussy flowed into my nose. Without a word, she got on her knees and pulled out my fully erect cock. She ran her tongue around the tip a few times, then sucked it into her mouth, taking in only half of my length. I put my hands on her head and ran my fingers through her hair while she slurped away.

  Then she pulled my cock out of her mouth and said, “Please shoot your load in my mouth. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted a man’s come.”

  She went back to work on my manhood, sucking and slurping more intensely than before. In a few seconds I felt that familiar itch in my balls. I pushed her head into my groin and shot my load deep into her loving mouth.

  She rose with a smile, wiped her mouth and said, “You taste so good. I forgot how much I love the taste of come.” I stood up and gave her a deep kiss, tasting my own come in her mouth. I pulled my shirt off and sat her down on the couch. Our lips met again, then I ran my tongue down to her tits. I spent a long time sucking her hard nipples, alternating from one to the other. Then I slowly ran my tongue down her body to her bush. I kissed her inner thighs and all around her gash, enjoying the sounds of her moans.

  I looked up and watched her pinching her nipples. I sucked her clit and she came instantly, her screams filling the house. “Oh, oh, oh, God, yes, oh, yes!” When her body stopped shuddering, she said, “Fuck me now, Phil! I want to feel you inside me!”

  We hurried into the bedroom. She got up on the bed on her hands and knees, sticking her lovely ass into the air. I got behind her and slid my prick into her juicy quim. She passionately moaned and tossed her head. Her body started to shiver. I felt her cunt tighten. Her loud moans and the sensation of her grip on my pole were too much for me. I bucked wildly as my hot load poured into her.

  When I had emptied my balls, I lay down next to her. She took my limp dick into her mouth and began sucking like a madwoman. In about five minutes she had me harder than steel. She squatted over me and inserted my shaft into her love-hole. Slowly she went up and down on my cock. She rubbed and pinched her nipples as her pace increased. She moaned, “It feels so good to be filled with cock!”

  By now she was riding me as if she were possessed by demons! I felt her cunt grip me tightly as another intense orgasm overtook her. Then she collapsed on top of me and shoved her tongue deeply into my mouth. I flipped her over and started ramming my cock into her as hard and fast as I could. She wrapped her legs around my back and raised her hips to meet my thrusts.

  She said, “I love you, Phil,” between grunts. I felt the tension increase in my balls so I pulled out of her, not wanting to come yet.

  “Why don’t you put that tongue of yours to some good use?” she asked. I know how to take a hint. I licked and sucked her twat, occasionally licking her clit. She rode my face, crying, “Eat me! Make me come again! I want to come!”

  As I lapped her juices, she slipped into a 69 position. She sucked me so hard, I immediately came in her mouth. When my jism stopped flowing, she got off of me and gave me a long, deep kiss, letting me again taste my salty seed. When she broke the kiss, she laid her head on my chest, whispered, “I love you, Phil” and then gently fell asleep.

  When I awoke in the morning, Mrs. Drake was sitting on the side of the bed. She was wearing a black camisole and looked amazing. “Good morning,” she said. She told me to take a shower while she cooked breakfast.

  We spent the day talking, making love and watching television.

  When it got dark outside, she told me that her all-time fantasy was to make love under the stars. She grabbed my hand and led me into her backyard. She laid me down on the soft grass, knelt between my legs and took my limp prick into her mouth. When I was rock solid, she told me to fuck her from behind again. She got down on her hands and knees. I knelt behind her and slipped my rod into her dripping snatch. I fucked her for all I was worth.

  When her orgasm hit, she let out an ear-piercing yell. I was afraid someone would hear her, but apparently she didn’t care. We continued to fuck. When her neighbor’s light came on we ran into the house, giggling like children. We went up to her bedroom to finish what we had started.

  Mrs. Drake lay on her back when we reached the bed. I put her legs up over my shoulders and pumped her bush with all the strength I could muster. She yelled, “Fuck me harder! I want everything you’ve got!” A blazing orgasm overcame her.

  She told me to come in her mouth, so I sat on her chest and put my cock between her lips. I told her to relax so she could take my entire length. I fucked her mouth, savoring the delicious feeling of my rod going down her throat. In no time at all I shot my load and collapsed next to her, completely spent. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  In the morning I heard her in the shower. I hopped in with her. She went down to her knees, without a word, and blew me as the hot water rained down on us. I pushed her away and lathered her body with soap. Then I held her against the tile wall and fucked her brains out.

  We decided to continue on dry ground. We hopped out of the shower, dried ourselves with a towel and ran back into the bedroom, hopping onto the mattress. I licked and sucked her nipples until she was almost crying with pleasure. Then I moved my face down to her crotch and used my tongue and lips to bring her off. She barely had time to catch her breath before I leaped on top of her, slid my cock in and gave her the humping of her life.

  Before I left her that afternoon, she made a deal with me: She would allow me to visit her on Fridays. Since her house was off limits, she said we would use her van. Then she made me promise not to tell anyone about our relationship. I agreed.

  Now I need some sleep. I don’t want to be late for class tomorrow!

  NAVY BOY

  I am a military man. I’m in the navy and being in this branch of the armed forces allows a man to see and experience many things. I have been halfway around the world three times. However, of all the exotic sights, sounds and sensations that I’ve had the pleasure to witness and experience, nothing tops the pleasure I enjoyed with one supremely sensual lover.

  I was in the Philippines (for the fourteenth time) when I met the woman I’ll call Myra. I was on leave and I had gone with a buddy of mine to a place just outside of Olongapo on a wet, rainy Friday afternoon.

  The only things on my mind were drying off and having a good meal and some drinks with
friends. Little did I suspect the delights that fate held in store for me that evening.

  After having a satisfying meal at a little eatery, the two of us moved on to a bar. My buddy and I had been in this establishment for a couple of hours when I first saw her.

  I was drinking, playing pool, flirting with the local girls and generally taking it easy when she came in. I noticed her right away.

  Myra was short, about five foot one. Dressed as she was, in a baseball jacket and blue jeans ripped strategically along the front and back, she looked like a Philippine version of the American rock ’n’ roller, Joan Jett.

  I watched her for a while, admiring her dark, searing eyes and sensual face. Then she looked up and noticed me.

  Our eyes met. Her eyes seemed to pierce through me to some secret, inner place. It was a look I’ll never forget. I had to meet her, but her beauty had me spellbound.

  For what seemed like hours, I just sat there, dazed. I finally got my nerve up and approached her. I felt as if I was being drawn by an unseen force, and I didn’t want to fight it.

  I introduced myself and we chatted for some minutes, making small talk about what had happened in the Philippines since my last visit. After a while she mentioned that she had to go to another bar and asked if I would like to go along. Being no fool, I said yes.

  I soon found myself with her in another establishment down the road. We had been at this new place for only a half an hour when she said she was tired and hinted suggestively that she wanted to go home.

  She shyly asked if I would accompany her. Would I? I wanted nothing more. I took the bait like a salmon during breeding season and swam with it.

  About fifteen minutes later, after a short walk down a deserted side street, we came to the house where she lived. Once inside her apartment, she went straight to her bedroom, with me right behind her. In her bedroom, she locked the door behind us, turning and looking at me with a stare that felt as if it was peeling the clothes right off my body.

  We stood frozen in place just a few feet from each other. I was looking her up and down and aching for a taste. Finally I broke the stillness and pulled her toward me. Her body felt small and delicate in my arms.

  As she drew near to me, we slowly kissed, her hot tongue probing my entire mouth. Without saying a word she slowly undressed me, kissing me as she moved down my torso toward my pants. As she undid my belt and unzipped my fly, she looked up to me with those powerful brown eyes and slowly removed my pants.

  Now it was my turn—only I didn’t stop at her panties. I took her small frame in my hands and peeled off her clothes as slowly as I could, paying close attention to her nipples as I removed her top and bra.

  If you have never been with a Philippine girl, you’ve missed one of the most beautiful sights a man can behold. The women of the Philippines are blessed with unbelievably gorgeous nipples. As I took each beautiful, rosy nipple in my mouth, the little things grew instantly until they reached about three-quarters to one inch long.

  Finally, I slowly removed her pants and panties, kissing and caressing the entire length of her body. Her pussy, framed with sparse black hair, was as beautiful as the rest of her.

  Now I took her and gently lowered her to the bed, caressing her continually. I moved to her pussy and eventually to her clitoris. I was rubbing her pussy for only a few short moments when she let loose a quiet little coo. That was the first sound either of us had made since we’d entered the room, and it seemed to spear the silence. Her pussy was drenched with her love juice and emitted a lovely, musky odor that intoxicated me.

  She got up and stripped the last pieces of clothing from my body. My whole nervous system was alive and tingling. With me on my back, she spread my legs. Caressing my manhood, she gave me that look again. She slowly licked her full, luscious lips and moved down to the head of my cock.

  Her mouth felt heavenly, gradually engulfing me while her hand busily caressed the shaft of my throbbing member. She worked slowly, up and down my cock. Every time she neared the head, she would let it pop out of her mouth. Then she would open wide and swirl her tongue around the head, paying particular attention to the underside of my member.

  This unbelievably pleasurable treatment of my cock went on for what seemed like an eternity until she sensed my urgency. Then she sped up her motions until she was slobbering all over my hot, tingling rod.

  Her saliva oozed down my shaft, giving me an unforgettable sensation. It oozed all the way down, down my balls and finally down the crack of my ass. At that point, she stopped her movement. She no longer had to move—I was furiously fucking that wonderful mouth of hers.

  I lasted no more than another five strokes when I exploded more powerfully than I ever had before. I thought I might black out, it was that intense. My whole body went numb from the excitement of my climax. Then we rested, showered and smoked a couple of cigarettes.

  Soon we returned to our nest. Now I intended to really take my time. Placing her on the bed, I again caressed her lovely vagina, slowly sliding my fingers in and out, paying close attention to her clit until I could sense the approach of her climax. Unlike her first orgasm, which had been almost ladylike, when her orgasm hit this time, she writhed and bucked on the bed. The heat of the night was evident by the pool of sweat at her cleavage.

  I slowly spread open her legs. Looking into her hungry eyes, I teasingly slid my cock into her. She was tight. Her pussy fit like a vise and held me there. I knew I was in for the ride of my life. I started slowly, not wanting to explode too fast.

  We fucked in perfect unison, like lovers who’d known each other for years, taking our time. I was picking up my tempo when she wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my back to pull me closer. I felt her pussy tighten suddenly on my cock. God, I thought, I must be in heaven and she must be an angel. Now I was bucking like a wild horse. We were both moving frantically. I was pounding my cock into her and I could hear my balls slapping against her soft brown ass.

  As we continued, her ankles and heels pressed into my ass as if to spur me on. I was fucking her so hard I thought we would both explode.

  She clutched my back tightly with her fingers. She threw her head back and emitted a loud scream of ecstasy. That cry of pleasure was all it took to push me over the edge.

  Feverishly pounding into her, I came in burst after burst. I arched my back and growled loudly. Myra’s neighbors probably thought I had turned into a werewolf, but at this point I wouldn’t have cared if we were in a department store window. I bent down, my sweat dripping onto her skin, and pressed my open mouth against her neck, tasting the sweaty saltiness of her hot flesh. I could feel both our hearts pounding madly.

  Then I rolled onto my back and lay there as spent as if I had worked all day doing manual labor in the humidity of the summer sun.

  She rose gracefully, smiling at me with those soft, sensual lips. She slowly looked down my body. Finally her gaze stopped at my flaccid member, which was covered with our juices. She moved her head down to my cock. Engulfing it with her mouth, she licked and sucked me clean.

  Eventually we got up and took another shower. Soon after, I was forced to reluctantly leave my Philippine princess because I was due back at the base.

  I was able to see Myra two more times before I shipped out to where I am now, but it wasn’t nearly enough. I don’t know if I’ll ever see her again, but I thank her for the time we had together. I cherish my memories of her and know that I’ll never forget my Philippine girl.

  BIRTHDAY PRESENT

  I’m walking through my apartment fondling my balls and pulling on my stiffening schlong as I relive the most unforgettable experience of my life.

  I run a small women’s goods business and work with some of the finest foxes you could imagine. For my thirtieth birthday I had decided to treat myself to a new Mercedes. When I went to pick up the car I was accompanied by Lorrie, a full-bodied redhead who serves as my executive secretary.

  I had planned to share the occasion (and
my cock) with Lorrie later that evening, but as we left the Mercedes dealership she asked me to drop her off at her place. She claimed she needed a few hours to freshen up and get herself ready for the evening’s festivities. Lorrie gave me a delicious kiss as we arranged to meet later. Then, almost as an afterthought, she said, “By the way, the girls all got together to get you a special birthday present. You’ll find it when you get home. We think you’ll like it.” I had no idea what was in store for me.

  I arrived shortly thereafter at my apartment. When I opened the door, I found a pair of high heels in the living room. A few feet beyond, nylon stockings. It didn’t take any ingenuity to figure out just what kind of “present” awaited me. “Oh ho ho,” I softly chuckled. A golden silk dress lay at the entrance to the hallway that joined my bedroom. My coat and suit jacket dropped to the floor as I followed this enticing trail.

  As I entered my bedroom, I discovered a lacy bra and sheer panties on the floor. Elayne, my receptionist, was spread across my champagne-colored satin sheets. “Happy birthday,” she softly purred. “Have I dressed suitably for the celebration?”

  “Oh my goodness,” I sighed. I felt myself rapidly losing control. My cock sprang to life, threatening to rip right through my pants. I couldn’t get naked fast enough!

  I sank under the spell of this sultry goddess. Elayne is a vision from heaven. She has shoulder-length blond hair with traces of light brown, and hypnotic blue-gray eyes. Her lips were full with sexual arousal yet pursed with nervous anticipation. My eyes, the guidance system for my heat-seeking missile, locked on to her fantastic brown pussy.

  Elayne lay propped up on her elbows, her lovely legs slightly raised back and spread enticingly. Her light skin, golden-tan from a recent Caribbean vacation, glistened with love oils. Her rosebud nipples perked up from her well-formed breasts as her hands traveled down her belly toward her creaming crevice. As she grabbed her left ankle to raise her leg, lifting her ass-cheek slightly off the bed, Elayne massaged oil into her soft, smooth behind.