Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  Before we left, she smiled coyly at me and excused herself to make one last trip to the bathroom. Upon her return, I noticed that she appeared to be walking rather cautiously. I attributed this to her tight jeans, which were firmly pressed into her pubic mound, and to a pair of almost new boots, which I knew must have hurt like hell. When she bounced up onto the saddle, she sighed softly and gasped, then wriggled around until she was comfortable—far more comfortable than I knew.

  As we approached the ghost town, she asked if I would tie up the horses while she went inside one of the buildings to go to the bathroom again. When Jennifer did not return in a reasonable amount of time, I went to see what was keeping her.

  Looking through a broken window of the building she had chosen, I saw her beautiful body leaning back against one of the walls, her jeans and panties pulled down to her knees, one hand fondling her tits and nipples and the other eagerly playing with her swollen clit and pussy. As I took in the scene before me, I noticed her jacket lying on the floor beside her and on it, a small strap-on vibrator shiny-wet with her juices. Now I fully understood what caused her difficulty in walking and her breathless moments on the way up into the mountains!

  Not wanting her to realize that I had seen her masturbating, and being painfully aware of my own aching cock and balls, I slowly backed away and, when out of sight and sound, stroked my swollen cock to my own intense orgasm.

  When she returned shortly, flushed and apparently satisfied, I began to plan an encounter that would be enjoyable for us both. After we had explored the area, Jennifer having been totally fascinated by the site, we began the trip back down, and I made the conversation much more personal and sex-oriented. By the time I walked her to her car, we had made a date for the following week to ride back up into the hills and camp out for the weekend.

  When the weekend came, I was determined to start the adventure out right. I met Jennifer at the lodge with a big hug and a gentle kiss and was instantly turned on when she slid her wet tongue between my lips in a long, lingering French kiss.

  As we talked and packed the saddlebags full of munchies and supplies, we decided to leave any extra clothes behind, our excuse being a lack of room to carry them but secretly knowing we wouldn’t be wearing them anyway. The crispness of the air, the smell of the pine trees and leather beneath us, and the knowledge that we would soon be locked in an embrace as hot and wet as the lather on the horses made for a ride in which time and space seemingly had little meaning.

  Upon reaching the ghost town, we put our food and sleeping bags in one of the old buildings, engaged in a little touching and kissing, and then with the taste and scent of each other fresh on our lips went about gathering some firewood. I might add at this point that there is little in life that I enjoy more than eating a woman, and if Jennifer’s pussy tasted as sweet as her neck and lips, then much of my weekend was going to be spent nestled between her fabulous legs with my tongue buried in her moist slit. As we walked farther from camp searching for wood, we came across a small meadow with a stream running through it with wildflowers everywhere springing up from the soft meadow grass. Jennifer gave me a smile that melted my heart and announced that she wanted to swim nude and then lie in the sun on the flowers to dry off and relax.

  She faced me and started to undress. I watched this beautiful lady unbutton her blouse and slip it off her tanned shoulders. Next came her boots, which she pulled off with amazing agility, and then her button-up jeans. I watched as she popped open each button and tugged the jeans down over her hips, revealing a pair of scanty, string-bikini panties and the outline of her pussy.

  Jennifer was definitely enjoying herself. She stood facing me in her bra and panties, legs spread wide and hands behind her back. She kiddingly asked me if I thought she had a nice body. When I assured her she did, she proceeded to show me the rest of it while watching the growing bulge in my jeans. I could almost feel the unbridled, aggressive enthusiasm for sex that was smoldering beneath her panties.

  With excruciating deliberation she reached between the mounds of her breasts to the clasp of her bra. She unsnapped it and its lacy cups clung to her full breasts for a moment, then spread apart allowing each breast to be fully visible. Jennifer’s tits were a perfect 36C, and even without her bra they stood firm and proud. Her nipples were large, erect and a beautiful dusty rose in color, in contrast to the creamy complexion of her breasts and otherwise darkly tanned body. I lay back and enjoyed as Jennifer proceeded with her seductive game. Neither one of us felt any sense of urgency, since this was a game better played tantalizingly slow.

  With a swift, deft movement, Jennifer brought me back to the here and now by slipping her fingers beneath the strings of her panties and pulling up on them until the lips of her cunt were clearly visible and pressed against the thin fabric covering it. I could see the moisture from her pussy spreading across the front of her panties as she began to move her hips as though fucking. Finally she snapped the strings hard, tearing them and letting her panties fall freely from her rounded, firm ass.

  As she stood totally nude before me, I saw that she had left her pubic mound with its fluff of brunette hair intact, but had shaved her pussy lips so that now they were fully exposed and glistening wet with her love juices. I smiled to myself since I have always kept my cock and balls likewise trimmed—an experence that I at first resisted but now find great enjoyment in. I knew she would love my clean-shaven body as much as I loved hers.

  Jennifer’s body was alive with desire. The breeze blowing across her hardened nipples and sensitive clit was making her shudder with involuntary spasms as she yearned for the satisfaction to be found from yielding flesh against flesh. Her striptease had taken all of a half hour, and now, almost panting, she asked me to get undressed and tease her as she had done to me.

  My shorts and jeans were now soaked with the pre-come that had been steadily seeping from my throbbing shaft. I walked over to Jennifer, let my searching tongue brush against her neck and ears, flicker into her open mouth and briefly nuzzle her left nipple as my fingertips grazed across her open thighs. Feeling the heat from her body, I backed away from her as she sat down, legs open, eager to have her void filled. As she sat there running the tip of her tongue across her lips, her mouth was now as moist as her slippery slit. My balls ached to fill them both with hot, thick come.

  Unbuttoning my shirt and pulling the tail of it loose from my jeans, I heard Jennifer begin to moan softly and saw her gaze was riveted to my golden hairy chest, shimmering with perspiration from the noonday sun and the heat of my body. Taking my shirt off, I began to squeeze my nipples, now as hard as hers, only much, much smaller. With this, she began to chant to me that she was going to run her hands over my chest, suck and bite my nipples and fuck my mouth with her tongue long and hard. She was squeezing her own tits and rolling her nipples between her fingers. After I had my boots off and undid my belt, I slid my zipper down, and her hands slowly slid down her body until they found the smoldering heat of her cunt. Now it was my turn to play and tease for a while, and, pulling my jeans down past my hips, I began to gently stroke my swollen dick.

  I don’t know if she had ever watched a man fondle his cock before, but as my hand pressed and rubbed against my thick shaft, I watched her fingers slip in between her swollen pussy lips. I watched as her fingers moved up and down inside her creamy cunt while the head of her pink clit pressed out from between her pouting lips. Listening to the sound of her fingers in her pussy and watching the juices flow out of it, I could only think about burying my face between her legs, taking her clit in my mouth and lapping up all of her wonderful come. By this time, my balls were ready to explode. The pressure of my jeans against my throbbing dick was reaching a dangerous level, and listening to Jennifer tell me how she was going to suck and fuck me for hours wasn’t helping my self-control either.

  As I pulled my jeans down to the ground, Jenn gasped as my seven-inch cock sprang forward and bobbed up and down in front of her. As we sta
red at each other, my cock pulsing in the open air and her mouth and pussy wet, open and inviting, I began to walk toward her. I leaned over her sitting body and, as she crushed her lips to mine, I felt her tongue slide into my mouth. As her tongue probed my mouth, she began to squeeze my nipples with one hand, pumping my cock with the other. With Jenny’s hands busy at play, I began to fondle and caress her glorious tits and nipples, rubbing and squeezing them between my fingers. Kneeling down, with Jennifer’s tongue still furiously fucking the recesses of my mouth, I began to trace a path from her tits to her sopping-wet pussy. I couldn’t believe how hot her pussy felt as my hand covered its smooth lips. Jenny pressed it hard against my fingers and screamed for me to finger-fuck her little, wet pussy until she came. As my fingers touched her electric clit for the first time, she arched her back and flooded my fingers with moisture as she came in a rush of passion.

  I couldn’t handle the way she was pumping on my throbbing dick anymore, and when I told her I wanted to fuck her tits, she put my cock between those beautiful globes and squeezed them tightly around my thick shaft. Flicking my fingers up and down over her swollen clit while thrusting my cock between her creamy tits was too much for both of us, and, as she cried out that she was coming a second time, I shot thick streams of milky come onto her neck, her tits and her stomach, which she rubbed all over her body and licked from her fingers.

  Reaching back and grabbing the cheeks of my ass, Jennifer pulled me forward until my still-stiff organ was inches from her face. While it takes me a long time to come the first time, I can stay hard for hours, and as Jenn started sucking on the length of my shaft, I became rock-hard. Just touching the underside of my cock with the tip of her tongue made shock waves of pleasure surge through me, causing my shaft to jerk involuntarily away from the heavenly teasing of her mouth. Jennifer seemed to love this sweet torment, rubbing the throbbing head of my cock all over her face and then letting it pulse freely in front of her to once again be toyed with. She then began noisily sucking and licking my cock, twirling her tongue around the head of it only to take it deeper into her mouth. I flipped around until my face was inches from her beautifully shaved cunt while she hungrily began sucking again.

  Up close, Jenny’s pussy was gorgeous beyond words, perfectly shaped and musk-scented, an eclair to be nibbled on the outside and licked deeply on the inside. Her outer lips, pouting and swollen, begged to be kissed. Her clitoris, pink and erect with passion, pressed its head from between her slippery labia awaiting the flutter of my tongue. Knowing that pools of sweet syrup awaited me within these appetizing surroundings, I eased my mouth toward the feast before me. As I blew my hot breath on her overflowing honey-pot, Jennifer raised her pelvis toward my mouth, telling me she wanted to feel my searching tongue inside her burning pussy. Plunging my tongue between her legs, I began to lick Jenn’s vagina and her clit. She tasted wonderful. Her juices filled my mouth and trickled down my chin as I lapped her pussy.

  I could feel my balls filling with another load of come. The pressure at the base of my cock began rising as Jenny alternated between sucking me and rubbing the head of my dick rapidly across her hard nipples. Spreading her pussy open with my fingers, I started to devote all of my attention to her swollen clit. I took it into my mouth. As I licked, sucked and gently bit her clit while playing with her smooth thighs and round ass, Jenn began to moan loudly. Squeezing and fondling her ass with come-drenched hands, I slid my fingers in between her lips and began to tickle her wet, hot hole. At this, Jennifer went absolutely crazy. With my tongue on her clit and my finger probing her cunt, she came in a flood of sweet syrup. Moments later so did I, filling her mouth with a torrent of hot sticky come.

  Turning around and pulling Jenny down full length on top of me, I reveled in the feel of her tits pressed against my chest, my hard cock crushed against her pussy and the taste of our come mixed together as we kissed deeply. Whispering in my ear that her cunt was on fire for my thick cock, she closed her hand around its base and began to guide me inside her. The sensation of her cunt enveloping my cock was heavenly as the head of my shaft spread her lips apart. I could feel her pussy walls pulsing and contracting as I continued to slide deeply inside Jennifer, finally burying my throbbing dick to the base. Jenn settled down on top of me as she had on her saddle that fateful day, and I watched her tits bounce in the sunlight as she rode the length of my dick. I let her control the rhythm of our lovemaking, and after twenty minutes of her being filled with my cock, I knew she was on the edge of coming yet again. So I reached down and pressed my thumb hard against her clit with one hand, firmly tugging on her nipples with the other. Jenny bit her lower lip and screamed that she was coming, falling on top of me as she quivered in the throes of her orgasm.

  Rolling out from under and getting on top of her, I explained to Jenn that I had yet to fill her sweet cunt with come. At this she wrapped her long legs around my waist and pulled me once again into the recesses of her body. Holding me tightly against her, Jennifer cried out as I plunged my cock harder and faster into her tight pussy. Knowing that I was reaching the point of no return, I told Jenn to reach down between us and play with her clit. My dick pounded at her pussy as her tits shook beneath me. When my aching balls finally exploded, it seemed as though come spurted from my cock forever, filling Jennifer totally and deeply. Crying out that she couldn’t believe that she was coming again, she bit into my shoulder and came in a long series of orgasms, melting our bodies and mind into one. After what seemed like forever, we lay still in each other’s arms, our sexual appetites for now fully satisfied.

  I gently kissed her lips and breasts and we fell asleep in the meadow holding each other closely and peacefully. Our lovemaking session had taken all of four hours and, upon waking up, we finally had a chance to cool off in the stream and roll in the wildflowers.

  Today our bedroom walls are graced with photos of Jenn and me making love in every position possible. Her favorite is a close-up, forever captured on film, of my cock pumping its load of creamy honey into her overflowing mouth, with some of it dripping down her chin to her nipples and running down her smooth stomach to form a pool in her cute little belly button. It always reminds us of our pool in the meadow.

  TREASURES OF THE FAR EAST

  As a civil service adviser to the military, I’ve had several interesting tours overseas, mostly to the Far East. In each of these tours I met very select, attractive, sensual women. Since I was married, even though my wife and I were going through a trial separation, I did not attempt to form any kind of permanent relationship with any of the ladies I met. In fact, as attractive as the women were, I did not try to play any sexual games with them. Probably my slight aloofness made it seem like I was hard to get, and this may have been a challenge to their feminine wiles. In any case, without any effort on my part, I somehow became the target of some subtle seduction. I realize now that if I had been more honest and direct, I undoubtedly would have lost out miserably.

  After my first six months in the Far East, I was sent to a remote but beautiful island that one could easily think of as a heaven on earth. It was the kind of place that you would fantasize about as a backdrop for a wet dream—swaying coconut trees, emerald-green water, salt white sand on the beaches, every kind of fruit known to man and an overflow of nubile women wrapped in batik. The island people were polite, friendly and as innocent as babes in paradise.

  As I dealt with the foreign military, both female and male, it wasn’t long before I learned the taboos of their culture. The one that would have bothered any virile and horny American was the strict rule that island females had to remain chaste until marriage. Virginity was their most prized possession. For an unmarried woman to be found deflowered would mean dishonor for her in both military and civilian life. The island men, on the other hand, were the epitome of the machismo of a male-oriented society, and as such, they were ignorant of modern sexual attitudes and gave their women very little sexual satisfaction. No foreplay—just the old “i
n-out” and off to sleep. To them, women, no matter how beautiful, were like chattel. As it turned out, these facts of island life which I personally abhorred proved to work very much in my favor.

  The island women had heard stories about American men being the most knowledgeable in sex. That propaganda somehow had spread over much of the island. Their own men, they complained in their little gatherings, were grossly inadequate. Not only were the men selfish and undeserving, but their penises were very small, puny things. Female curiosity perpetuated the rumors about the size and ability of the American male.

  My daily duty included acting as an instructor to certain female army and navy units. Most of the ladies had some training in English, but I knew their language well enough to answer questions from those who only spoke the native tongue. It seemed they were always eager to meet me and listen to my jokes—in any language—even though I was usually very businesslike in order to guard against any impressions that I might be an opportunist. In no time at all I became a trustworthy confidant and grew amazed at the questions the girls put to me.

  Some of my favorite tête-à-têtes were with a girl of about twenty whom I shall call Vailima. She looked at me with such admiration, her luminous eyes aglow, that each time I spoke to her I felt a rush of glory and bursting pride that she had picked me as her bosom friend. I didn’t want her to misinterpret my feelings, so I downplayed any attention she paid to me. (She could have thought of me as a father figure, as I was twenty years older.) I invited her to nice little suppers and we talked at length about her career, island music, her studies and trivia of every kind.

  Eventually she got around to asking questions about American cultural views compared to her culture, and this led to the inevitable clinical discussion about sex. Her lead-in was so polite and unobtrusive that I almost didn’t realize that she had managed to get me to discuss every prurient detail of sexual activity known to Western man. Moreover, surprisingly, she showed no sign of embarrassment. She even asked if I had any pornographic pictures, as she had heard that all American men look at them. Since she had already emphasized the taboo concerning premarital intercourse, I asked myself about her motives. But I couldn’t imagine that she was anything more than innocently curious. And I hoped that she hadn’t noticed that my member, having taken on a certain turgidity due to all our discussions about sex, caused me some discomfort by pushing against my zipper.