Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  Her heavenly hole puckered open in invitation. An oily index finger traced its way from Elayne’s tight little asshole straight along the length of her glowing pink slit, tickling her engorged clitoris. She let out a little squeal and wiggled her hips in pleasure. I was on my knees, moving across the bed with my blood-engorged lance straining to sex-crazed proportions.

  “Spread them back, Elayne,” I commanded as my steaming, dripping missile approached its entry tube. Her eyes transfixed on mine, and then to my steely shaft as it penetrated its target. My cock instantly plunged to the depths of her cunt, sliding sweetly through her abundant flow of cream. The sensation of her well-lubricated, snug-fitting fuck-hole was maddening. I paused momentarily to maintain my control. Elayne was still raised against the pillows. She stared into my eyes with the confidence that she was about to fuck my brains out.

  I turned my attention to the gorgeous brown mink framed between her lovely thighs. I slowly slid my dick out until just the head was inside her, loving the look of her glistening juices on my pole. Then I pumped it back in to the hilt.

  My nymphomaniac receptionist was grinding herself against me like a wild woman. Elayne screamed, “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me, oh Christ, fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes, fuck my cunt, yes!” I vocalized my ecstasy with equal enthusiasm. I was thrusting furiously, banging in and out forcefully, giving this horny bitch a royal whomping! It was beautiful watching my throbbing dick disappearing inside the furry love-basket of my golden goddess!

  Elayne lost control. Her legs clamped around my waist to pull us closer. Her hands grabbed my ass, then my balls, trying to stuff me inside her. She pulled my mouth to hers, fusing our tongues with hot, sticky saliva. Elayne shrieked in orgasm, using her legs to pull me closer still. I followed with a gut-wrenching orgasm, blasting a hero’s load of spunk deep into her cunt. I must have fired about twenty rounds of love into her heavenly snatch.

  When I withdrew, my cock was purple and red and dripping with goo. Elayne’s vagina was a deep, glowing pink. Come and cream flowed generously down her crack, dripping from her ass, wetting the sheets. We took turns tasting and feeding each other the love potion we had concocted.

  Elayne told me I had to recover quickly because the celebration was still young. Even though I was spent, I was mildly intoxicated from the afterplay. I was tempted to suck the honey from her pussy, but she stopped me, informing me that I had an assistant for that job. Elayne took me by the hand to the guest room.

  Lorrie and April, my girl Friday, were locked in a passionate embrace. I was asked to lie on one bed while April placed a lip-lock on my limp tool, still spent from Elayne. Her tongue playfully tickled my cock. I almost couldn’t handle it. The sight of Elayne and Lorrie in the next bed soon helped get my prick throbbing again. And April was an expert cocksucker!

  Elayne lay sprawled on her back, eyes closed and legs spread. Lorrie pulled back her long, black hair and clamped onto Elayne’s hips as she feasted on her sweet pussy. She began to lick and suck the cream of our lovemaking from Elayne’s dripping cunt. She was so beautiful that I wanted to fuck that precision set of pubes again! Then Lorrie stood up, her mouth dripping with cream. Elayne concentrated on pleasing herself.

  Lorrie walked over to me, swirling her tongue until her full lips were completely slick with jism. She planted her soaking mouth on mine, letting the slick juices slip between our tongues while rubbing the overflow all over my face.

  Meanwhile, April had my dick engulfed in her warm, wet, delicious mouth, bathing it with her hot saliva. She stood up momentarily to drop the lacy white gown that was still hanging on her elbows. On her upper thigh I noticed a small tattoo of a butterfly, the witness to many an alert pecker as they passed through her trim, coarse cunt hairs to the wet wonders beyond. Her curly brown hair hung down to her full pair of tits. A thin pearl necklace was now the only item she wore. She flashed a sexy smile and brushed her lips against the tip of my rigid cock.

  Lorrie straddled my face, grasping her labia and pulling them apart as she eased her vagina onto my nose. My tongue flickered gently up and down the crack of her ass. Her scent was intoxicating! In seconds she was rocking, moaning, and babbling. I raised my head back for air and sucked on her clit, licking furiously as her juices ran down her legs.

  Lorrie moaned and cried with pleasure. I continued to devour her juicy cunt even as my jaw began to ache. “Oh, yes! I’m coming!” she moaned, crushing my face between her snatch and her thighs while almost pulling the hair out of my head. She collapsed against the headboard, while I lay trapped beneath her steaming ass.

  April had been sucking me like a pro, her cheeks drawing in for maximum suction, her tongue licking the underside of my cock. It was a blowjob I’d never forget. She used her lips, tongue, mouth, teeth and throat to explore my cock, balls and ass. Fortunately my cock was long in endurance after Elayne had drained me.

  Then I felt April impale herself on my shaft. Her sex-hole felt like warm honey and butter as she melted on top of me. I humped her slowly, gently, and deeply, holding my wad. Lorrie was kissing and caressing my torso. Elayne joined her. Soon they were alternating between sucking April’s tits and licking my slippery dick and her quivering cunt while we fucked. Then they climbed onto the other bed to engage in their own erotic duet.

  As April squirmed on top of me we both slowed down to appreciate the spectacle that was unfolding on the other mattress. Elayne gradually, quietly began to explore between Lorrie’s thighs, massaging her clit while sliding two fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. Slowly she licked Lorrie’s body, kissing her belly and making her way up the torso. As Elayne sucked a big, brown nipple into her mouth, Lorrie groaned with pleasure.

  Lorrie reached around and grabbed Elayne’s ass, pulling her up so that their lips met. Every part of their bodies seemed to fuse together—lips to lips, breasts to breasts, cunt to cunt. Elayne and Lorrie were like one unified mass of womanly pleasure.

  April’s sticky cunt pulsed around my embedded prick. Her hips gyrated in passion. I watched her wispy, hungry beaver eagerly munch on my log. After she had come three times, she pulled off. A sweet, squishy, sucking sound came from her soaking pussy as our fusion was broken. My dick stood eight inches high, bathed in her honey. April resumed her suction lock and I pumped in synchronization. My dick was throbbing and pulsing in anticipation. My balls and asshole contracted as my second thick load of the evening erupted into April’s mouth.

  She licked me clean and crawled up to kiss me, the taste of my come and her honey still in her mouth. We drifted off to a brief sleep, but the birthday festivities continued throughout the night and into the next morning. My three blue-eyed party girls were a most enjoyable feast.

  GOING DOWN UNDER

  Six months ago I took an island vacation to one of those adult resorts where everything is included: waterskiing, sailing, snorkeling and other activities. This was the kind of place where all the employees are beautiful, tan, perfect young things. I had gone on this type of vacation in the past, so I knew the routine. I usually focus my energies on tanning, drinking, flirting and showing off my body to as many men as I please. This time, however, I decided to partake in a scuba program which was highly recommended.

  At the beginning of the first lesson, I questioned my decision. Did I really want to take so much time away from my other activities? It wasn’t until Derrick, our instructor, introduced himself that I knew I had made the right decision. His body was well-defined and firm. I was immediately turned on by the tight, rippling muscles which I gazed upon, slowly moving my eyes down his chest, to his stomach, to his waist, to whatever lay beneath the sexy sarong he had loosely wrapped around his hips.

  We had to commit to four days of lessons just to learn how to properly use the equipment. Then we went on to learn correct breathing and hand signals before we could actually dive. This gave me the opportunity to make my attraction apparent to Derrick. I’d play little tricks to get him near me. For example, when I was putt
ing on the tank and diving jacket (it’s very heavy and awkward equipment), I’d call over to Derrick and ask him to help me clip the front of the jacket shut—I just couldn’t seem to get it to work. He’d take both hands and grab the clips, which would conveniently place his hands directly on my hard little nipples. I’d almost orgasm right there. Another day I complained that the combination of the heavy tank, my sunburn and my tight bikini top hurt too much, so I changed into a T-shirt. When I came out of the water, my round, perfect little breasts were barely covered by the soaking wet cotton shirt. My nipples were looking Derrick straight in the face. I knew I was teasing the hell out of the poor guy, but it is his job to maintain decorum—after all, there were six other people in my class, so he had to behave professionally.

  The only other woman in the class was a beautiful French woman. She had thick, long, dark-brown hair, larger breasts than I, but an equally tight, rounded, lovely ass. I knew she had the hots for Derrick too—in fact, we both continually bombarded him with challenging sexual jokes which often disrupted the class.

  Finally, on the fifth day, we were scheduled to take our very first open-water dive. We boarded the boat at six-thirty in the morning. It was a beautiful sunny day. I wasn’t as enthusiastic as I could have been—I was very hung over, probably still a little drunk from the previous night’s fun. Nevertheless, we finally arrived at our site. We all suited up for the first dive of the morning: tanks, jackets, flippers and masks. Then we clumsily waddled to the back of the boat and went down into the most beautiful, serene, colorful, sensuous world I’d ever encountered. It was an incredible experience. The coral, the fish, the feeling of weightlessness—I felt like I was in another world. All of it was so physically and mentally exciting, I didn’t know what to do with myself!

  At the end of the dive, our group was the last to congregate at the sand bar, which is suspended fifteen feet or so beneath the boat. One at a time Derrick pointed to each diver, directing the flow to the surface and back to the boat. Since I was the last diver, I began to surface when it looked clear, but I was stopped by Derrick’s hand. He pulled me back down to the sand bar and, with one hand, he reached for the top clip of my jacket and opened it. I was so excited—my head was rushing and my breasts were aching to be touched. He reached in, pulled down my bikini top and began to fondle the sensitive tips of my nipples. I was getting dizzier, consumed by a fantasy that was wildly turning into reality! He removed the regulator from his mouth and began sucking my tits. The bubbles were slightly distracting, but then his hand traveled up from my knee, slowly toward my hot, slippery, throbbing pussy. He pushed aside the suit and began to masterfully bring me toward climax. I was madly turned on. I wanted his hard cock in me deep, hard and fast.

  I reached for him but he intercepted my hand, looked me in the eyes and signaled for me to surface. Cruel, I thought. But when I got back on the boat I was quite happy to have had the experience at all.

  We lifted anchor and powered to the next dive site. Derrick and I were finding it difficult to hide our smiles. Marcelle, my French girlfriend, had an idea about what might have gone on down there, but she could only guess and tease me about my secretiveness. I’m sure Derrick saw our interaction, because the second dive was even better than the first.

  We all descended eighty feet or so, this time for what seemed to be only ten minutes. After this short dive, we returned to the sand bar and Derrick began the elimination process once again. This time, however, he left both Marcelle and me for last. Marcelle was floating between Derrick and me. He looked at me, winked and proceeded to begin his little game with Marcelle as I watched. He pointed with his finger first to his mouthpiece, and then to Marcelle’s breasts. To my surprise she shook her head no, and began to return her own signals. She pointed her finger and lowered it slowly to her mouth, and then ever so slowly she trailed her finger down the side of his face, down his neck, over his chest to his cock, which was by now obviously growing very hard under his wet suit.

  Derrick’s eyes almost popped out of his mask. He was, however, more than happy to oblige. Keeping his regulator in his mouth, he began the very awkward task of stripping off his tank and wet suit. First he unclipped the jacket and tank, and secured them to the bar we were hanging from. Then he unzipped the wet suit, revealing his muscular arms, chest and stomach, and finally a sexy little green, nylon bikini which was stretched to the limits. His cockhead was reaching out of its confines, reaching out to be sucked by Marcelle’s mouth. She fondled him, reaching back behind his balls, and then brought her hand over the balls, up the shaft to the head. I was very hot and jealous at this point.

  I watched her hand going up and down the hard shaft of his cock and I couldn’t help but reach into my own suit, only to find the hottest and wettest pussy I have ever had. My clit was hard and sensitive. I was wildly turned on to what was happening, so I fondled myself madly. Then I decided to make a bold move. Marcelle and Derrick watched me closely as I proceeded to take off my bikini bottoms. I pushed them into my jacket pocket so that they wouldn’t float away. Then I spread my pussy lips as wide as possible and signaled to Derrick that he should watch closely.

  Marcelle continued to stroke Derrick’s cock slowly but firmly. He was taking deep breaths from his regulator more frequently as he watched me. I stroked my fingers deep inside my cunt, back and forth, until I was shaking. I was surprised at how slick I still felt under the water. I kept moving my fingers until it seemed that Derrick was going to explode. Then I stopped and quickly moved my hand to my breasts. As I pulled and twisted on my sensitive nipples, I watched Derrick’s cock throb in Marcelle’s hand. His expression said he couldn’t take much more.

  Marcelle drew a few deep breaths through her mouthpiece, and finally got down to the challenge at hand. On the third breath she removed her regulator and plunged his cock into her mouth. It seemed to go deeper into her mouth with every stroke. I was wondering how easy it could be to suck and not choke under so much water, and I was eager to try it. She lasted a pretty long time before she had to put the regulator back in her mouth. Still, I thought I could last longer.

  After Marcelle regained her stamina, they both turned to me and signaled it was my turn. I was unbelievably ready for this. I love to give head as it is, but to be given the opportunity to suck that gorgeous cock in front of another woman, while scuba diving, was too much! I literally dove toward Derrick. After taking my preparatory three breaths, I plugged his cock into my mouth. That sweet taste of pre-come in the back of my throat made me suck harder and faster. To my amazement, the need for air wasn’t hitting me. I just wrapped my hands around his tight ass and, sucking him hard, brought his cock deeper and deeper into my throat—deeper than I ever thought possible. By this time I was starting to need air, but I was determined. I was sucking even faster and harder when all of a sudden he pushed me off of him. I pulled myself together, got my regulator and reached for his shaft. I began to stroke it hard, up and down. Then I squeezed and stroked some more. After I jacked him off for a while, I began to feel the telltale, slow rumble deep within his cock. Then I squeezed.

  He exploded in a matter of seconds. His semen came, not in spurts, but in a long, white stream that just seemed to grow as a natural extension from the end of his cock. We were all in absolute shock. But the intensity was broken when a school of brightly colored small fish swarmed in and began wildly feasting on his juices. It was an amazing sight. I couldn’t help thinking what lucky fish they were.

  Marcelle and I surfaced. Everyone on the boat was suspicious—after all, we’d been down for a long time. We tried to hide our smiles, but we blew up laughing when Derrick, our wonderful instructor, surfaced triumphantly with jacket and tank in one hand, and his wet suit in the other. Everyone was hootin’ and hollerin’ at Derrick, making lewd comments—most of which were validated when Derrick looked at me and shouted, “What the hell do you dive with a tank for?” I guess I really know how to hold my breath!

  I have been home fo
r five months now. I am in the process of getting my diving certification. I think I’ll become a teacher.

  THE PRINCESS BRIDE

  I’m very lucky to have a wife of twenty years who’s sexier now than when we first met. She’s five-foot-seven with dark hair and a great face. She’s thinner now than when we married, and her soft skin and 34C breasts haven’t changed; her great ass and legs still drive me crazy. What’s really improved is her sensuality and her experience—she knows how to please me in a hundred ways and is ready to try new things to give me pleasure. I’d like to describe the relatively tame but very satisfying experience we had last night.

  I called home during the day and found that our daughter was going to sleep over at a friend’s house. In my mind, I immediately went into sexual fantasyland to imagine how we could take advantage of the rare privacy this assured Regina and me. Before ending the call I told Regina that I’d love to spend the evening with a princess. She knew that I was telling her how to dress for me, since her wardrobe for our private times includes a wide range of lingerie and outer clothing from the demure to the outrageous—some items that are meant only to be worn in the privacy of our home. Tonight I wanted her to wear soft, sensuous garments that could be worn in public.

  I told Regina I’d make dinner reservations at a posh area restaurant and that I trusted she could be dressed in some of her nicest demure clothing by seven o’clock, when I’d pick her up for a very special date. I told her that after a leisurely dinner in an elegant and romantic setting, I’d like to bring her home and enjoy her body. She asked if I had anything specific in mind and I told her that I’d be thinking about it all afternoon. I said she had to agree in advance that once we arrived home I could do anything I wanted. She readily agreed.