Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  Then I immediately flashed on what was happening. He’d been watching me all along, started masturbating and was now shooting a hot load of come from his throbbing, erect penis all over my feet and legs! I dropped a pencil and, bending down to retrieve it, looked under the table and saw that he was aiming his rod straight at me with one hand. His other hand held his book open and his eyes remained studiously glued to it. And all the while, his dick was spurting and spurting like a fire hose! I thought it’d never end, but finally it stopped spurting.

  Slowly I raised my eyes from this fascinating sight to his face. Our eyes met, and we grinned. Still grinning, we both then got up, packed up our books and left the library. Then, well, suffice it to say that that was the beginning of a delightful relationship. Sometimes we even go back to the library to jack ourselves off!

  LIBRARY OF CONGRESS

  Once in a great while, I will see a woman of such extraordinary beauty that she will leave me staring in openmouthed appreciation. Usually these incredible creatures continue on their way without noticing yet another awestruck male left lurching in their wake. The exception was “Marian.”

  I was in the county library where I was doing some preliminary research on my master’s thesis. I was looking for a particular reference book when I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. Glancing to my right I saw an astounding example of feminine pulchritude striding toward me. For the briefest moment our eyes locked, leaving me reeling with sexual vertigo.

  Trying to describe Marian’s looks would be like attempting to explain the brilliance of Mozart. She was, quite simply, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. But for those who must have a word picture, Marian was about five-feet-seven, one hundred ten pounds, with wavy blond hair surrounding an oval face that featured large blue eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, full lips and very white teeth. Her body set a standard by which all other females could be judged. High, full breasts, a flat, firm stomach, a hard, jutting ass and long, lean legs. She had a peaches-and-cream complexion topped with a golden tan that made her look like the ultimate California girl.

  I, of course, couldn’t have given you any of this description as I stood in a daze in the library. I probably didn’t even notice the color of her hair. All I knew was that she was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. And it hurt even more to know that I’d never hold this fabulous creature in my arms. She was the type of woman reserved for millionaires, quarterbacks and movie producers. A married graduate student like me had a better chance of being elected Pope than having an affair with the likes of Marian.

  My personal situation didn’t keep me from enjoying the visual pleasure of watching Marian work in the library where she had the somewhat humble job of returning library books to their proper places upon the shelves. She was, I surmised, about eighteen or nineteen years old and a student herself at the local junior college.

  Weeks passed into months until I knew exactly what days and hours Marian worked at the library. I knew what type of car she drove. I knew her wardrobe and especially appreciated certain tight- fitting T-shirts. I knew where to sit to best watch her reach and stretch her beautiful body as she replaced the books upon the shelves. But I didn’t know her name, and I never even considered saying a word to her. And after that first day, our eyes never again met.

  Although my thesis lagged because of my voyeuristic interest in Marian, my sex life with my wife improved. Our normally listless relationship heated up for a few months as my testosterone level was always higher after spending an afternoon watching Marian the librarian.

  I also had numerous fantasies about Marian, which were generally composed of all sorts of idealized views of this gorgeous young woman. I saw her as bright and literate because she was always around books. I saw her as articulate and cultured for the same reason. And I saw her in bed with me because it was my fantasy.

  One afternoon Marian didn’t arrive at the library as scheduled and a mousy little girl took her place. I figured that Marian had taken the day off, but she didn’t show up for the rest of the week. I was near panic as I realized that I might never see Marian again. I had no idea where she lived or anything else about her. I didn’t want to lose her, but I didn’t really have any right to go looking for her, either.

  A month or more passed without a sign of Marian. I became reconciled to never seeing her again in much the same way that I was reconciled to living a life of quiet mediocrity. As strongly as I was attracted to Marian, I felt no right to allow my private fantasies to interfere with her life. I would just have to be content with seeing her picture in the paper when she married her millionaire, her quarterback, or her movie producer.

  One day, weeks after my last visit to the county library, I was sitting at a table in a local coffeehouse, reading. I sensed someone at my table and looked up to see Marian. She looked straight at me and asked, “Can I sit down?”

  I nodded my head dumbly and stared greedily as Marian sat opposite me. She wore an outfit that I’d never seen before—tight white shorts and a spaghetti-strap T-shirt that clung to her breasts like a second skin.

  “You’re one of the library peepers,” she said.

  I felt my face growing red and I couldn’t think of anything to say. I was, after all, one of the library peepers.

  “I knew all you guys,” she continued. “I liked having you there. It makes it more fun to do something so fucking boring as working in the library to have a bunch of horny guys staring at your ass. But you guys were so nerdy that you would never hit on me. That’s one of the weird things about the library.”

  “If you think I’m such a nerd,” I said, “why did you ask to sit with me?”

  “I need you to score me some pot and buy me some booze. I’m only eighteen so I can’t get anything in the liquor store. And the cops in town all know me and they’ll know if I try to score any pot. But they’ll never suspect someone like you.”

  Obviously, I was insulted by Marian’s proposition, but I wasn’t so insulted that I was about to tell her to go away.

  “I can get you a six-pack or something, but I’m not going to buy you any drugs,” I said.

  “Fuck the six-pack,” she said coarsely. “Get me a bottle of peppermint schnapps and if you’re a good boy I’ll let you drink it with me. Get me some weed and I’ll let you smoke it with me. And then, if you’re really good, maybe you’ll get a reward.”

  Marian gave me a licentious look that I’d never imagined from my cultured fantasy girl.

  The mingling of lust and disgust left me momentarily at a loss for words. Marian apparently took this as a rejection and leaned closer across the table and said, “If you don’t want to do it, I’ll find some other asshole. . . .”

  I could smell the stale reek of alcohol on her breath as she spoke. Feeling that she would only fall into worse hands if I refused, I nodded my head and said, “Let’s start with the schnapps.”

  I left a dollar on the table to pay for my coffee and walked with Marian from the coffeehouse. She fiddled with the radio in my VW as I drove to a nearby liquor store. She replaced my classical station with a station featuring heavy metal/brain damage sound.

  When I returned to the car with the schnapps, I found Marian going through my glove compartment.

  “What are you looking for?” I asked.

  “Drugs. Money. Whatever.”

  I rolled my eyes and said, “Where do you want to go?”

  “Your house,” she said.

  “That’s not possible.”

  “You got an old lady?”

  “My house is not a possibility,” I repeated.

  “So you’ve got an old lady. Let’s go to the beach.”

  “That’s twenty miles from here,” I said.

  “I’ll make it worth the drive.”

  I tried talking to Marian during the drive to the beach, but I learned little except that she was an extremely angry and alienated young woman. I had a difficult time reconciling her great beauty with her incredi
ble anger. How could she be so bitter about life when she’d been given the kind of looks that most women could only dream about?

  When we were close to the beach, Marian said, “I bet you used to think about me and jerk off.”

  “That’s right. Except I imagined that you were a little more refined.”

  “You probably didn’t imagine how fucked up my life has been,” she said. “I mean every fucking guy in the world wants to lay me because I’m so fucking beautiful and all that shit, but once word gets out that I’ve been around a little bit people act like I’m a whore or something. Other girls sleep around and nobody talks about them. But it’s like I’m on display, or I’m a trophy or something. Guys don’t just talk about me and brag, they even make things up that I’ve never done. If you believed everything those assholes said, you’d think that I’d fucked every single guy in my high school and half the teachers.”

  “Is that why you drink?” I asked.

  “I’ve just been drinking for a while. It kind of numbs things out. I mean it’s like I don’t have any real friends because the girls are all jealous of my looks and now no nice boys will ask me out because of all the lies they’ve heard about me. The guys that will go out with me try to get in my pants as soon as they get alone with me. And lately I’ve been letting them.”

  Marian took another nip from the bottle of schnapps and began to quietly cry.

  After drying her eyes, she said, “I don’t know why I’m telling you all this shit. I mean I don’t even know your name or anything.”

  I told her my name and she told me hers. (It wasn’t Marian, of course.)

  When we arrived at the beach, Marian told me to drive past the main parking lot to a side street where I parked the car. She led me by the hand over the sand dunes to an isolated location where we found a spot out of sight and out of the afternoon wind. We didn’t have bathing suits or a towel.

  Marian took a swig of the schnapps and then leaned back against the sand dune. She pulled her skimpy T-shirt over her head, exposing her incredible, perfect breasts, which were even larger and fuller than I’d imagined.

  I stared at Marian’s breasts as she leaned her head back onto the sand dune and closed her eyes. Her small reddish nipples looked like tiny islands on the oceans of her breasts. The rest of her upper body was almost dainty in comparison—small shoulders, a flat stomach and a tiny waist.

  The great blessing of Marian’s fabulous face and body had somehow turned into a horrible burden. But at the same time as I wanted to help her, I also wanted to fuck her. Only a saint, a homosexual or a eunuch would have been able to resist her carnal charms.

  Marian opened her eyes and saw me staring at her breasts. She looked from my eyes to my crotch and then asked, “Like what you see?”

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  “I’ve heard that before,” she said, while spreading her knees apart.

  “You’ve got the kind of looks that will open doors anywhere in the world. You don’t have to be stuck in some provincial town where a bunch of ignorant locals have branded you as some sort of modern scarlet woman. You’re not stuck here. There’s a whole world out there waiting for you.”

  She took another drink of schnapps and then said, “Yeah, waiting to lay me and then brag about it.”

  I looked closely at beautiful Marian, who was now beginning to rub her hand along the inside of her leg, and then I said, “If you get so upset about getting laid and having guys brag about it, why are you allowing yourself to be so easy? I mean, you don’t even know me and you’ve done everything but rape me.”

  Her hand slipped into her white shorts and she began to rub her pussy. With her eyes now closed, Marian said, “There’s only two things in life I love doing—getting high and getting it on. I just happen to be a very horny woman. I need sex every day. I’m like a nympho or something. I can’t help myself.”

  I suppose I could have given Marian some psychological explanations for her fixations on sex, helped her see that there wasn’t anything wrong with her, but I was too busy unzipping my pants. At some point, a man must be true to his biological instincts.

  Marian opened her eyes and watched me undress. As I approached her, she took my penis in her hand and said, “Nice cock.” She rubbed her hands on my balls and brought my staff toward her mouth. She licked the pre-come off my dick and then inspected it at close range.

  “Why is it that nerdy guys like you always have these wonderful cocks?” she asked. “This thing must be eight inches long.”

  “I’ve always been kind of embarrassed by it,” I said. “Back in high school the guys in gym class used to call me ‘horse’ and now my wife always complains that it’s so big that it hurts her.”

  “The only way you’re going to hurt me with this beautiful thing is if I try to deep-throat you. I can take most guys all the way, but I’d have to be a sword swallower to get all of you in my mouth. But you’ll make my cunt happy.”

  She pulled down her pants, exposing a dark blond bush, and she said, “Lie on your back and don’t get any sand on your prick.”

  I followed her orders and she crouched above me and carefully allowed my rigid cock to penetrate deep into her wet pussy. Sliding slowly up and down on my thick shaft while playing with her clitoris, Marian brought herself to shivering orgasm within a very few minutes.

  She slumped onto my stomach, pressing her breasts against my chest, and said, “God, what a relief. Now what would you like?”

  “I’d like to fuck your brains out,” I said.

  “You don’t have to,” Marian said. “I only come once. After that it’s just a wasted effort. But fuck me if you want. Or I’ll try to suck on that monster.”

  Marian now became a challenge of another sort, as I refused to believe that she could have only one orgasm. Getting her back in position straddling me, I got her to repeat her thrusts, while I used both of my hands to cup one of her breasts and bring its nipple to my mouth. Sucking, I felt Marian’s nipple harden and enlarge. Stroking and squeezing her bouncing breasts in one hand, I moved my other hand down to Marian’s clit. She tried to brush it away, but I held on firmly as I gently stroked her wet lust center.

  Moving from breast to breast, I took turns licking and sucking on Marian’s hard nipples. She began fucking me harder as I felt her clitoris swell. Her already tight pussy contracted in a spasm of pleasure as Marian began to shake from a violent orgasm. My usual ability to fuck until my wife claimed I’d given her a headache deserted me as I began trembling in simultaneous orgasm with Marian. Her tight box clamped down on my dick as I fired a full load of come deep into her pussy.

  After resting for a couple of minutes, I asked, “So what’s this bull I’ve heard about only having one orgasm?”

  “This never happened before. I’ve always gotten off exactly the way I did with you and that’s it. Usually the guys come right away and I’m so disgusted with the whole scene that I won’t let him do anything else.”

  “Well, I’m about to do someting else,” I said, “which is eat your pussy.”

  “You don’t have to,” she said. “It really doesn’t do anything for me.”

  “Sit on my face,” I said, “and we’ll see what it does for you.”

  Marian followed my orders and I buried my face in the dripping swamp of her pussy. Her juices and my come dribbled into my mouth as I licked my way from her tight teenaged pussy to her hot little clit. Working her into a gentle frenzy with my patient tongue, I increased my pressure as her breathing deepened. As her pulse began to race, Marian collapsed onto her knees and forced her bushy wetness tight over my face. Realizing that Marian might suffocate me with her pussy, I was ready to die a happy man as I brought my tongue to maximum speed. Marian’s entire body stiffened as a low-pitched wail emerged from her throat. A volcanic orgasm lifted her pelvis just far enough to allow me to breathe.

  “I’ve never felt anything like that before,” she said after regai
ning her composure. “That was just incredible. Now you’ve got to let me suck your cock.”

  Not in the mood to argue with a beautiful woman who had her own plans, I leaned back against the sand and watched as Marian slowly took my penis in her soft, sweet mouth. I held back her blond hair so I could enjoy the sight of my ever-hardening phallus disappearing between her full, red lips. With each bob of her head, Marian took more and more of my cock into her mouth. As she worked her way deeper down the shaft, I knew her gagging reflex would eventually stop her from taking all of me. Wanting to help, I pushed my hips down deeper into the sand, so that she would have a little less of my cock to worry about.

  Apparently feeling the movement of my hips, Marian reached around behind my butt and pulled my hips back up. She now had every inch of my lust to lick.

  Somehow inspired, Marian took more and more of my cock into her mouth with each dive of her head. I nearly passed out from pleasure as she was able to bring her lips to the very base of my cock. As I began moaning, I brought her lips up closer to the sensitive tip of my dick and instructed her to suck hard.

  As my come began spurting into her mouth, Marian resumed giving me complete deep throat. Once I’d filled her mouth with semen, Marian let some dribble out of my cock onto her hand. Smearing it on her breasts, she said, “Lick it off.”

  I immediately complied with her request and then kept right on licking my way south, until I’d brought her to another orgasm. She returned the favor by giving me yet another blowjob. By the time she was done, I thought my cock was about to fall off. I was used to having sex about three times a week, not three times in ninety minutes.