Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  I watched expectantly as Marti slowly kissed her way down to the other’s nipples. Without hesitating, her eager lips closed over Bonnie’s rose-tipped breasts and straining, taut nipples.

  Bonnie sighed. Turning her attentions to me, she pulled me close and sucked my prick greedily into her warm mouth. Marti quit mouthing Bonnie’s tits and descended to the wet, fragrant cunt that was pressing against her. I watched intently as Marti—for the first time—lowered her beautiful face to the dripping pussy before her and pressed her nose and mouth into the pink slit. She moaned and whined as the taste of a woman’s hot cunt invaded her senses. She lapped her new lover’s cunt with increasing speed until Bonnie convulsed in a volcanic orgasm.

  Bonnie and Marti, after leaving their impassioned embrace, helped me to the chair. My pulse quickened as they kneeled on either side of me, their lovely hands fondling my cock and balls. I watched closely as they took turns engulfing my prick in their mouths. Their hands were everywhere, stroking my buttocks, caressing my balls, gently running over the length of my shaft. I felt my orgasm building as Marti’s fingers worked wildly on my cock. When the eruption of come began, Marti closed her lips over the head of my cock and filled her hungry mouth with my hot, pearly fluid. Bonnie quickly replaced her and did the same as my prick continued spurting.

  Come was everywhere. Thick, wet drops clung to the women’s faces and strands of it hung from Bonnie’s blond curls. I caught my breath as she leaned across my thighs and pulled Marti’s face to her own. She licked and sucked the warm come from Marti’s lovely face. In a sexually charged kiss, they locked their lips together and exchanged my come between them. My mind reeled!

  We continued our lovemaking for the entire night, utilizing every possible combination of positions. After we’d enjoyed more orgasms than we could count, we fell asleep, content and satisfied.

  In the morning I awoke to find the girls nestled comfortably on either side of me. When they woke up, the three of us showered together, popped one more bottle of champagne and drank a toast to our special friendship. Then the three of us climbed back into bed and pulled up the covers, knowing we would enjoy many more special times together.

  Part Three

  Erotica from Penthouse III

  FILL ’ER UP

  I was driving along Highway 61 toward New Orleans and noticed the fuel gauge was near empty, so I took the next exit and drove into the first service station I saw. It was in a place called Gramercy. After I filled the tank, I ran into the office to pay the bill and started running back when—wham!—I bumped into a woman who was bending over, tapping the wheel-bolt covers of a van with her fist. I put both my hands on her shoulders so she wouldn’t fall.

  “Terribly sorry,” I apologized. “I’m late for New Orleans and didn’t notice . . .” But then I did notice—and I stopped breathing and stared openmouthed. She was the most gorgeous, stunningly perfect redhead I’d ever seen or ever will see. Titian tresses cascaded over bare shoulders, framing lustrous eyes that spoke to me, although the sounds she made emerged from delicately formed crimson lips. Her modulated drawl told me she wasn’t from the Deep South.

  “I’m unhurt, really,” she said, “so if you’d stop squeezing my shoulders . . .”

  That shock of beholding such beauty had left me frozen in position, nearly speechless.

  “Excuse me,” I blurted. “I was afraid you might have fallen. Pavement could have scratched you. My clumsiness is inexcusable. May I help? Trouble with wheel covers?”

  My bursts of tongue-tied speech seemed to amuse her as she smiled forgivingly.

  “Well, I lost one a while ago, so now I check them a couple of times a day. If you’re in a rush to get to New Orleans, don’t waste your time.”

  She said it so pleasantly that I knew I couldn’t let this glory-of-creation go.

  “I was in a hurry only because I’m hungry. Know any good restaurants in the city?”

  “New Orleans? Too many to mention. What kind of food do you like?”

  “Whatever you prefer,” I replied, trying not to sound flippant. “That is, if you’ll dine with me.”

  It seemed an eternity before she smiled brightly and said, “I thought you’d never ask. I’m really tired of cooking in my van. My name’s Teri.”

  “And I’m Pat.”

  We arranged that I’d follow Teri to the outskirts of New Orleans, where she’d park the van and ride with me in my car to the Latin Quarter. She knew of a really good restaurant there in a quaint old hotel. When we reached the suburbs she parked at a huge shopping mall. I waited while she locked the van. As she approached my car, her slit skirt revealing her shapely legs, I jumped out to open the door for her. The sight of her seated in my Honda almost overpowered me.

  “You like my legs?” she asked directly as I climbed back into the driver’s seat.

  “Didn’t think I was that obvious,” I said. “Yes, they’re peerless. Hope you don’t mind. Afraid I’ve been staring. Just can’t control myself.”

  “I’m glad. You’re not so bad, either. Why isn’t your wife with you?”

  Although I knew it might end things too soon, I had to be truthful. “The final decree is due in eighteen days.”

  Looking at me with a radiant smile, she slid over close and placed her hand on my crotch, stroking me there lightly.

  “You’re a few months behind me as a divorcé. I know how hard the waiting can be. You must be starved for more than food by now. Have many girlfriends?”

  Her deft fingers unzipped my fly and moved over my stiffening tool.

  “Wow! That’s bigger than I hoped! Let’s see if it gets any bigger!” She continued stroking gently and it began growing. “Oh Pat! It does get bigger! What a man! Wow, I’m glad we met. I want it! Let’s do it before dinner. The hotel’s on the next block. Park in the hotel’s garage so we can register and go right up to our room.”

  I did as she suggested. In the garage I had to fight back an urge to slip her dress up her lovely thighs as soon as we parked. I did slide my hand under her dress, however. She opened her legs and I felt her soft crotch, massaging it until it turned moist. The garage was dimly lit, and I considered screwing her in the car. No, I decided, Teri was too classy for that action. Just then she zipped up my fly and looked at me with a lovely expectant smile. We quickly registered and went to our room, where I immediately lost all control. I pulled her into a tight embrace. Pressing my open mouth to hers, I dropped my pants and raised her skirt.

  “Unzip the back,” she breathed. When her skirt fell, skimpy blue underpants were revealed to my hungry eyes. I led her over to the bed and at the same time removed her blouse. After throwing off all my clothes, I slowly undid her bra clasp, revealing firm, full breasts and erect, crimson nipples. Bending forward to kiss each one, then to suck and stroke them, I was lost in passion. Teri rubbed her crotch against my leg and then let her tight bikinis drop to the floor. She stood on tiptoe and raised her splendid ass slightly above my stiff cock. Then she slowly lowered her pussy toward my standing rod. It was wonderfully tight as it met my cockhead. After resisting penetration for a second or two, it suddenly opened and slid completely over the top of my engorged cock.

  “Oh God,” Teri gasped. “That feels good! Oh Pat, I knew we’d fit! Oh, push hard!”

  I moved my prick in and out, withdrawing it momentarily now and then to roll the head against her clit. Teri was breathing in husky, ecstatic gasps. After I-don’t-know-how-long, she pulled me with her to the bed’s edge and sat there with her snatch pressed forward against my thrusts. We fit so tightly and held on so ardently that my rod stayed in her while we moved from one position to another.

  As we screwed face-to-face in a sitting position, Teri leaned back slightly, her rosy breasts and erect nipples exciting me beyond belief. I pumped in and out like a ramrod, resisting orgasm until Teri was ready. When she suddenly shouted “Fuck me, honey!” I removed my cock, pressed her back on the bed and, as her legs spread wide, I jammed
my throbbing cock as deep as it could go into her. Her cunt muscles were coaxing me to a frenzy, but I held on, driving in and out till I nearly burst. Suddenly her moans were louder. “Oh Pat! . . . You’re really fucking me now! . . . Don’t stop!”

  My dick squirted violently just as her juices began squishing forth. I pumped her completely full. Then I squirted out more, so that my thick fluid was forced back between my cock and her snatch before it dribbled down her legs. It was a glorious climax! I couldn’t seem to stop coming—and I didn’t want to. Neither did Teri, who continued fucking herself on my throbbing dick. Gradually we slowed down, and my rod gave one last little squirt. I dropped my open mouth on hers for a loving, grateful kiss. “I hope you feel as good as I do,” I whispered, hoping the moment would linger.

  “I’ve never been fucked this well before. Where did you learn how to please a woman so completely?”

  “Didn’t have to learn. With you, making love comes naturally.”

  We kissed noisily, openmouthed, with my cock still pulsing gently within her. Then, somehow, I knew she wanted to wash up. I carried her to the shower. As she stepped in, I couldn’t quit staring at her glorious nakedness. I scrubbed her back first, then her graceful ass, and then I washed between her pussy lips very gently, rinsing away my semen. This turned her on again. She took my hands, placed them over her snatch and backed into me. My cock plunged right into her snatch. She grabbed it and worked it all the way into her tight pussy. We began fucking immediately, right there in the shower, with Teri bent forward so that my short strokes rubbed her clit. She soon reached back around my rump and pulled me against her so that my dick reached farther into her. On each of my backstrokes, she would shove it in deep again. She began to moan in cadence with my excited, hard breathing—I knew we were nearing another crescendo.

  “Oh Pat! You’re giving it to me good! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

  This time, again, we were right on. Her juices flowed copiously as my come squirted up her cunt. My cock pulsated wildly, gushing an immense load while she fucked back in full joy. Once again rolls of thick creamy fluid rolled down her legs, only this time the shower washed it right away. I kept squeezing my prick into her until the squirting slowed to a last happy spurt. I didn’t want to let go, but she removed her hands from my rump and turned to give me a wet, noisy kiss.

  Suddenly she dropped down and kissed my still-throbbing rod. “Pat, I’ve never sucked anyone, not even my ex. That’s one reason he and I broke up. If you’d like, though, I’ll suck you off.” Her heavenly face was looking up at me, and I could do only one thing. I lifted her up and kissed her everywhere—her lovely breasts, tits, navel, her dimpled ass, her mound—but I didn’t stick my tongue in her cunt. I’d never liked the idea of oral sex. Apparently, she didn’t like it, either.

  “There’s only one place for your lovely lips.” I said, and I kissed her endlessly.

  “Pat, I’ve got to tell you that I saw you drive into the station and I stalled around. When you bumped into me, I know it was accidental, but I was glad for the chance to talk. I knew we’d hit it off.”

  So it began. Teri and I drove to Miami after she returned the rented van. We stayed together while I worked across the USA, fucking together several times every night. Then, in Seattle, an argument arose from a minor difference of opinion and Teri stormed out of the hotel. I saw my stupidity in seconds and ran after her, but she had vanished. I searched all night and even hired a private detective, but to no avail.

  Just a couple of weeks ago I saw a van crossing the border, headed for Vancouver, while I was crossing south to Seattle. For sure it was Teri at the wheel. By the time I’d turned around and got back through Canadian customs, she’d vanished again.

  HUMPIN’ JACK FLASH

  My marriage and sex life with Laurie was satisfactory, but becoming more and more routine. Swinging was out because she couldn’t accept my dorking anyone else. So was a ménage. “No bitch is going to eat my cunt,” she said. “Another man, maybe.”

  That was food for fantasy! Seeing Laurie’s beautiful pussy impaled, or seeing a big, blue-veined cock in her mouth—yeah, I could go for that! Unfortunately, she claimed she could never do it in my presence or with my knowledge. Since secrecy is too much like cheating, we found ourselves at an impasse. But a fire was lit!

  Laurie and I center our social life around a private club. Besides the live music and camaraderie, there is plenty of pot smoking in the parking lot. Many of our friends would love to get in Laurie’s panties. Some would come in their pants if they knew we often fantasize about them.

  Fantasy was all it was for a long while. Then one day my friend Jack and I stepped outside to share a joint. Jack played drums with the band, but he was also a photographer. When I saw that his van was loaded with photography equipment, my mind went clickety-click! Laurie and I had fooled around with cameras, trying to take pictures of ourselves fucking and sucking, and I knew she got off on it.

  After the next dance set, Laurie and I invited Jack out for a little herb. Naturally the conversation turned to photography and our lack of success at it. He took the bait and asked, “Wanna use my equipment?”

  “Naw,” I replied. “I can’t take decent pictures. Why don’t you take them?”

  “Jim, are you crazy?” Laurie protested, but with a sparkle in her eye that wasn’t from the cannabis.

  Back inside, she asked if I’d been serious. “Hell yes!” I said. “What’s it going to hurt if he looks?” Best ease into it slowly, I knew, but I also knew if she ever let Jack get that far, she’d probably get fucked by him.

  After the club closed that night, the three of us hopped into the van and headed for the beach. Laurie was nervous. She said she wanted to change from her dress and high heels. Under her dress she was wearing nothing but a garter belt and long hose.

  Our moonlight session began tamely. But we were already on a roller coaster with but one way to go, and Laurie soon consented to pose for some titty shots—and she’s really got a pair of melons, size 36C with silver-dollar nipples. A bit more coaxing convinced Laurie to hike up her dress, exposing her black bush. More cajoling from me and her knees parted. Jack set up a battery-powered spotlight that found her pussy lips engorged and dripping. Very little effort was required to get her naked—and no effort at all to get her to masturbate for the camera.

  I nixed Jack’s suggestion that I fuck Laurie while he got it on film. “No,” I said. “Let me take the pictures. You fuck her.” Laurie’s eyes popped open when she heard this, but she never missed a stroke on her clit.

  Jack’s cock is bigger than mine, but I was too wound up for jealousy. Using a zoom lens, I got to within inches of her gaping pussy being filled by his thick shaft. I snapped several shots of her humping her crotch to meet and take it all! Incredible! I soon laid the camera down, however. I was too horny for any more picture-taking. I needed release and considered beating off.

  Then I thought about Laurie’s mouth. She and Jack were going at it missionary-style, and she took my meat in her mouth like a wild animal. Humping, grinding, twisting, turning, her gyrations caused my dick to slip out and I was shocked when Jack immediately engulfed it in his mouth. No way could I back out as he sucked it all the way in and greedily swallowed the quart of come I couldn’t hold back when he and Laurie reached tremendous climaxes.

  Jack and I switched places after a brief rest. Fucking Laurie while she slurped and deep-throated his rod was fantastic. Before it was over, though, she held his one-eyed monster up to my face. I sure hope that sucking one dick doesn’t make you a real cocksucker!

  ITALIAN STALLION

  My name is Scott and I’m a horny twenty-year-old Italian who loves to eat pussy! I’m about five feet ten inches tall and weigh about one hundred sixty pounds. I have piercing blue eyes and light brown hair. I’ve always done more than all right with the ladies and, up till recently, I honestly considered myself God’s gift to the fairer sex.

  Fran is about five feet
seven inches tall with beautiful blonde hair and sensuously arousing big brown eyes! She weighs about one hundred fifteen pounds and she’s got a body that won’t quit! She’s a perfect “10”! I usually go for gorgeous blondes with blue eyes, but in Fran’s case I made an exception, as who wouldn’t after seeing her tantalizing walk and tasting her kiss of death (so to speak)?

  It all started one rainy afternoon at her log cabin in Pennsylvania. I asked her if she’d ever had a back rub and, to my surprise, she said no—adding that she’d like to see what it was like. The reason for my surprise was that she had been married for seven years (now, at the age of twenty-five, she’s a widow). I jumped at the opportunity to show her what she’d been missing for all these years. Having wanted to make it with her since first laying eyes on her, the mere thought of just touching this chick had my balls in an uproar! I knew that within the hour I’d be engaged in the hottest sexual encounter I could ever imagine!

  I recalled a bit of advice from my favorite Italian uncle, Joe, who told me, “Always remember, Scotty, you gotta kiss it first.” When Uncle Joe’s words crossed my mind I envisioned Fran’s hot cunt pouring pussy cream into the depths of my throat and I began foaming at the mouth.

  During her first back rub, I could sense that Fran was really getting turned on when I “accidentally on purpose” fondled her hard, erect nipples. As my hands slid up along her shirt, she let out squeals of sheer excitement. Then I whispered into her ear that I wanted nothing more than to lick her sweet pussy. I remember telling her that she reminded me of a beautiful genie and asking her if I could make a wish. “Anything, master,” she replied breathlessly. “Anything at all!”