Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  When we were ready for more wine, Liz said we’d finished the bottle. Since it was still early, I volunteered to go out for more. Phil said he would take a ride with me. On the way to the liquor store, he told me how attractive Liz was and how lucky I was to have her. I remarked on how much she would appreciate hearing him say that to her directly. Phil said that, if I didn’t mind, he’d express his admiration to her when we got back. I told him just to relax and tell her whatever was on his mind, because Liz and I were always very open with each other. I think my assurance helped Phil to relax a lot.

  Soon we were back, sitting around talking, the two of us men watching Liz. When Phil did mention how attractive he found her, Liz smiled happily and said thank you. He surprised me then by adding that she had a body he would love to see more of. Liz was seated facing us and, as she crossed her legs, we were able to get a glance at her crotch, but only for a split second. Her top was pushed further aside, however, giving us a full view of her areolae. Liz certainly knew exactly what to do to drive us nuts. This went on for the rest of the night, till Phil said that he should be going. As we walked him to the door, Liz told him to be sure to stop by the next day to work on his tan. He said he’d be there and thanked us both for a very nice evening.

  After Phil’s departure, Liz and I stayed up and talked awhile. She said again that she couldn’t believe Phil was over forty and she wondered if he was as good at sex as his body led her to believe. She had always wanted to have an older man, just to see what it would be like. I said that this might be a golden opportunity for her to satisfy her curiosity. (As I’ve said, we are very open with each other, sexually as well as otherwise.) I also said I was sure—judging from what he’d said—that Phil would not mind putting his body at her service.

  Next morning, we got up early and laid out several blankets on the patio. Then I went to the corner store for beer and put it in a cooler on the patio. A radio completed our sunbathing gear. Liz and I, not wishing to force matters, decided not to greet Phil in the nude, but rather to wait and see what happened. I wore a bikini that barely covered my cock and ass. (If I couldn’t be naked, at least I’d cover as little as possible.) Liz chose to wear the skimpiest bikini that she had. Made of a satiny material, it always gets men’s attention. The top consisted of a tiny string that barely covered her tits and showed most of her nipples. The bottom was a G-string that didn’t cover her ass at all. The best part was that the G-string covered nothing more than the slit of her completely hairless (shaven) pussy.

  Before I went outside to get things ready, while I was oiling myself up with suntan lotion, the doorbell rang. It was Phil, and he asked if he was late, seeing that I was already oiled up and in my bikini. I said no, and commented that it was already eighty degrees, but it was only ten o’clock in the morning. I noticed that Phil was checking me out. He told me that he liked the bikini I was wearing. I thanked him and thought nothing more of it. Phil then said that under his shorts and tank top, he was wearing a bikini similar to mine. I told him that I thought it would please Liz that both of us guys were wearing bikinis.

  When Phil and I walked outside. Liz came over to say hello to Phil. His eyes almost bugged out when he saw her in her string bikini. She told him to take off his outer clothes and relax. As Liz walked back to the patio, Phil noticed that there was nothing covering her ass-cheeks, and he just followed her as she shook them all the way there. Liz decided that we should all have a beer, and when she bent over the cooler to get them, the view of her ass was fantastic. Phil thanked Liz for the beer and told her how well her bikini showed off her fantastic body. Liz said she was glad that he liked it—and her body as well. Phil took off his top, revealing a hairless and very muscular chest. Liz watched intently as he took off his shorts. His bikini was almost as small as mine, and he had a nice big bulge in his crotch. Liz said that he also looked good in his bikini, and that she liked what it showed off. Phil’s trim, hard body was nicely tanned.

  Liz said she was going to put on some oil, and she gave Phil the other bottle to use. Phil and I were mesmerized as we watched her slowly massage the oil into her skin. She started with her shoulders and then did her tits, sliding her oily hand under the string bra and getting her huge nipples hard. She worked down across her stomach toward her pussy, teasing us like mad. Liz then stood up, rested one foot on a chair and rubbed oil up the length of her leg to her crotch. She repeated this performance with her other leg. Phil and I watched as she seductively turned around and massaged oil into her buttocks and the crack of her ass. When she finished, she asked me to put oil on her back. I did so gladly, kissing her neck as well.

  At this point, I wasn’t the only one with a hard-on. It was obvious that Phil had one, too, as Liz noticed when he started to oil himself up. She wryly commented on how he and I seemed to be enjoying what we saw. Phil said he was enjoying it very much, at which Liz offered to oil his back for him. When we were all oiled up, Liz suggested that we play some Frisbee before it got too hot. It was a good idea on her part because it gave Phil and me a good chance to watch her tits bouncing. We also had some great shots of her ass whenever she bent over to pick up the Frisbee. It was a miracle that her tits remained in her skimpy top.

  We tossed the Frisbee around for about half an hour, then sat down for a few beers and some conversation, which eventually turned to sex. Phil said that he had never married and did not have much chance to date because of his heavy work schedule. He also said he didn’t have any other friends out here and was glad to know us. Liz said that maybe she could help him out. She explained that she and I have an open marriage. Much to my surprise, she also told him that I was bisexual. (Although I am, I didn’t expect her to bring it up.) Her next statement was even more surprising for she said that I could help him out too.

  Phil wasn’t at all upset. He simply said that he had been curious about bisexuality for some time. He also mentioned to Liz that he would give anything to have sex with an attractive girl like her, with a body like hers. Liz just smiled. It was obvious that the sunshine and beer had mellowed the three of us out, and that things were opening up. We sat around and drank several more beers, getting pretty loaded. After a while, Liz suggested that we lie back and work on our tans.

  Liz was between Phil and me as we lay on our stomachs, soaking up rays. She offered to oil us up again if, when she was done, one of us would do the same for her. That was fine with Phil and me. Deciding to do me up first, Liz gave Phil a nice view as she kneeled by me, facing him. When Liz got to my crotch, she gently gave my balls a squeeze. When she was done spreading oil on me, she leaned over and gave my ear a nice wet tongue-kiss.

  When she asked if Phil was ready for his oiling he was lying on his side with a huge erection visible. Seeing the bulge at his crotch, Liz quipped that it looked like he was ready. She told him not to be embarrassed, that she was happy she made him feel sexy. Phil relaxed and asked if he would get the same kind of oil rub as I’d had. She said he surely would, but she gave him a much slower massage, especially when she got to the part of his thighs closest to his crotch. I saw her rub his ass and give his balls a squeeze. Phil even let out a soft moan. At the end of her massage, she even kissed his ear as she’d kissed mine. I got a giant hard-on just from watching all this.

  Liz then asked which of us was going to return the favor and oil her body. Phil looked at me questioningly. I told him to be my guest. I knew that this was what Liz wanted. With his erection still intact, Phil rubbed oil upon Liz’s smooth skin from her shoulders to her toes. When he got to her string top, Liz told him to untie it. The string fell off of her, enabling us to see the sides of her tits, which were pressed against the blanket as she lay on her stomach. When Phil reached her ass, he tactfully moved on by it to her feet, but Liz said to him, “Hey, don’t forget my ass, if you please.” Phil replied that he wanted to leave the best part for last. He gave her feet a nice massage and started to work his hands back up her legs. Liz began to moan and squirm around as Phi
l’s hands approached her crotch. She was also spreading her legs wider and wider apart. She told him to take all the time he needed—and, believe me, he did. Liz’s legs were spread as far apart as I had ever seen them, which gave Phil a great view of her ass and pussy, neither of which was much concealed by her bikini. When he began massaging her inner thighs, he let his fingers glide across her smooth skin. Then he knelt between her legs and let his fingers slide between the cheeks of her ass. Liz was really moaning and squirming as Phil finished up with a kiss like the one she had given to each of us. Liz thanked him for an excellent job and said that, if he was willing, she would like him to repeat that later on her front side. Phil said he would love to oblige, if it was all right with me. I said that whatever Liz wanted would be fine with me. Phil thanked us both, and we lay in the sun for another hour and a half, the whole time downing beers.

  Finally, Liz said that we’d better turn over so we wouldn’t get sunburned on our backs. As we stood and stretched, Phil excused himself to go to the bathroom. While he was gone, Liz asked if I minded the way things were going. I said no, not at all, that I’d enjoyed just watching. She assured me that I would not be left out of the fun later that day. I said I wasn’t worried about that, and she gave me a kiss and said thanks for understanding.

  When Phil returned, I left for the bathroom. When I reached the door of the house, I saw Liz and Phil engaged in a deep kiss. They didn’t hesitate at all—it must have been the beer, or maybe they’d kissed before. I went inside without saying anything. When I returned, they were still kissing, so I waited until they were done before I rejoined them. We sprawled on our backs, and Liz said it was her turn again to apply the oil. She started with me. I hadn’t lost my erection from before—it was even larger, in fact. Starting at my shoulders, she spread oil upon my upper torso. At one point, she grabbed my nipples between her fingers and gave them a pinch. Then she put her mouth on them and sucked and gently bit them. She knew I was dying for her to do that, and she kept it up for several minutes before moving on with her hands.

  Watching all this, Phil got another huge hard-on. Liz told him to be patient because he was in for the same treatment. But he began rubbing his cock through his bikini as he watched. When Liz reached my crotch and saw the bulge there, she asked Phil if he would mind if she peeled my swimsuit off of me, explaining that we normally lay out naked anyway. He said it would be fine with him. With that, Liz pulled the bikini off of me, exposing my rigid prick, which stood straight up. I have a good eight-incher with a large pink head. Liz teased a little by caressing my cock and balls, then continued the massage down my legs. When she noticed the drops of pre-come on my cockhead, she leaned down and licked them up. But then she stopped and asked Phil if he was ready.

  Judging from how swelled up his cock looked in his bikini, he was beyond mere readiness. After making sure that I had a good view, Liz gave him the best massage I had ever seen. Phil was moaning louder than before. I was a little surprised—and disappointed too—that she did not take off his bikini when she got to it. When Phil looked at her questioningly, she told him that she wanted to leave the best part for last, which made him smile happily. When she did take Phil’s bikini off, it seemed to take forever. I was just as anxious as Liz was to see his prick—and we were both rewarded by the sight of the largest cock either of us had ever drooled over. It had to be at least three inches longer than mine. The head resembled a dark purple plum. Liz began to rub oil over it with both of her hands, working up and down the length of the shaft and then cupping his balls. It was several minutes before she finished with a hot kiss upon the head. It was amazing that neither Phil nor I had come yet. I think that beer must inhibit sperm production somehow.

  Liz asked Phil if he was ready to give her the repeat massage he had promised. Phil told her to lie on her back. Before she did so, she said she wanted to give us a better look at her titties. With that, she reached behind her back and untied her top (which she had earlier retied). Her firm round tits were revealed for our joyous inspection. Her nipples were hard, almost an inch long, and begging for attention. Phil commented that he had never seen bigger nipples and that he loved their rich brown color. Liz suggested that he shouldn’t waste time talking about them.

  Phil poured oil on her and began to rub it in, trying not to rush directly to her tits. Finally, though, he began to play with them. Liz begged him to pinch and pull her nipples. The more he played with them, the more she loved it, moaning louder all the time. Phil kept pleasuring her tits for at least ten minutes before massaging the rest of her. He seemed apprehensive about taking off her bikini bottom, until Liz forthrightly requested him to do so. He then untied the waist string. Liz raised her midsection a little so as to make it easier for him to remove the little triangle of fabric. When he got a full view of Liz’s bald pussy, he couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the first shaved cunt he’d ever seen, he said, exclaiming how beautiful it looked with all the hair removed. Liz said she was glad he liked it. I moved over for a better look and saw that her pussy was dripping with juices. Phil noticed this too. Without asking, he knelt between her legs and began to lick her entire snatch. Liz began going wild. She thrashed around and made little squeals of ecstasy as Phil pushed his tongue between her cunt lips.

  I began to masturbate as I watched the show unfold in front of me. Liz must have had several orgasms during the few minutes that Phil was eating her cunt. When he stopped, she looked drained. She said it was time for her to do more than just look at the two big cocks within her reach. She suggested that, unless Phil and I objected, she wanted to give us both head at the same time. It was fine with us, we told her. So she had us stand alongside each other while she knelt in front of us. Taking hold of our pricks, she pulled us together until our pricks were touching. I looked at Phil, who said it felt good to have another cock against his. Liz rubbed them gently against each other for a while. Then she began to lick them both at the same time. I hadn’t thought it possible, but Liz managed to stuff both of our dicks into her mouth at once. It wasn’t easy, but she did suck on a few inches of both simultaneously and to lick the heads with her hot tongue.

  Phil and I could have gone on like that for hours, but Liz finally had to stop. She got on all fours and asked Phil to fuck her doggie-style. She then asked me to eat her at the same time Phil was fucking her. I lay beneath her, my head under her pussy, and I spread her meat apart as I watched Phil’s long, hard cock sliding in and out of my wife’s cunt. It was a sight I had never seen from this angle before. After he had gotten his entire shaft in her, I began to lick her clit and kiss as much of her pussy as I could. The whole time I was doing this, Phil’s prick was running across my tongue, and his balls, which were huge, were slapping my face. Phil and Liz soon were thrashing wildly. They began to fuck each other harder and harder. Nevertheless, Liz somehow leaned her head down and began to suck my cock. She and I had never been in a position like this before, but we were loving it—as, I am sure, Phil was too.

  After about five minutes of getting head from Liz, I announced that I was ready to come. Phil said that he couldn’t hold back any longer himself. At almost the same moment, we both exploded. I fired my hot come in Liz’s mouth, and she greedily swallowed every drop. Phil, meanwhile, kept pumping his load deep into my wife’s pussy. Still licking her there, I tasted Phil’s sperm when it began to drip out. When Phil finally withdrew that huge cock of his, Liz asked me not to move because she had a treat for me. I remained under her, and she lowered her pussy until she was sitting on my face. I knew then what my treat was. Phil’s come was dripping profusely from Liz’s pussy and into my mouth. She normally has lots of juice for me to enjoy, but now there was so much more—and it tasted especially good—with Phil’s come mixed in. I swallowed every last drop.

  After I’d had my treat, Liz said we should get out of the sun. The sun and the beer were getting to me too, so I said we should move to the hammock, which is strung beneath some shade trees in the corner o
f our yard. Phil and Liz thought that was a great idea. We all lay down again in the hammock and fell asleep. We were out for an hour or so and woke up feeling great. We discussed what had happened and agreed it had been great. As we talked, we all got horny again. Phil and I soon had hard-ons again, and Liz began playing with her nipples and fingering her pussy.

  Phil and I sat back against the ropes and stroked ourselves as we watched. When Liz was done coming, she said it was our turn to masturbate while she watched. Phil and I moved to the opposite side of the hammock so she had a good view of our hard dicks. We began to jerk off as she gently played with her tits and pussy. I had an urge to grab Phil’s cock, but I wasn’t sure how he would react, even though he’d said he was curious about what a bi encounter would be like. As though she were reading my mind, Liz said that maybe I could help Phil out. He looked apprehensive but said it would be all right with him, so I pulled him toward me until our chests were touching. The hammock was like a giant pocket, holding the two of us together like two peas in a pod as we gently rocked back and forth. At that point I forgot that my wife seemed to be infatuated with our new neighbor; in fact, I forgot she was even there. I was completely focused on Phil’s beautiful, hairless chest. I kissed his nipples and bit them gently. I inhaled his strong, salty man-smell as I reached down and began to rub our cocks together, stroking them both at the same time. Then I reached around and cradled his buns, which were still slippery from suntan oil. Before I even had time to think about it, Phil was kissing me, hard on the lips. His tongue found my tongue and his chest rose and fell against mine as his breathing quickened. I was beginning to understand what my wife saw in him—he was a great kisser. I could have kissed him the rest of the afternoon, but there were more pressing matters to attend to, like that throbbing love-missile Phil was pressing against my stomach. I backed off and lowered my head to his huge cock. This wasn’t easy, but I finally got myself in position.