Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  Phil was trembling as I put my mouth over his great cock-head. I teased it for a while as I licked, kissed and nibbled on it. Then I ran my tongue along his shaft, pausing now and then to suck his balls.

  Liz must have been feeling left out, because she jumped out of the hammock mumbling something about faggots. I took Phil’s rod out of my mouth to ask him if he felt like a faggot. He laughed and told me to suck harder. I was really getting into it, with my nose buried in Phil’s pubic hair and his cock halfway down my throat, so I don’t know when exactly Liz left. The next thing I knew, I heard the backdoor slam and Phil said she’d gone inside. I didn’t care.

  Eventually Liz returned with a jar of honey. She said it was time for lunch. I took Phil’s cock out of my mouth and asked her what she meant. Instead of answering me, she caught hold of the hammock ropes and pulled us closer to her. Then she tilted the jar and poured a thin stream of honey over Phil’s stomach. I watched, fascinated, as the golden fluid pooled in his belly button and slowly rolled down his upright cock. Tossing the empty jar aside, Liz stood on tiptoes and leaned over this honey-coated feast. I joined in and, together, we gave him a fabulous tandem blowjob.

  When Phil grunted that he was about to come, Liz said that she wanted to eat his come, so I started to lick his balls as he came in Liz’s mouth. Just then Liz lost her footing and grabbed for the far side of the hammock. Her weight capsized us and before I knew it, we were all in a pile on the grass under the hammock. Phil’s cock was still in her mouth and from the way she was swallowing, I could tell he was still coming. At last Phil let out a low moan and collapsed on the grass. My wife grabbed his wilting stem around its base, slowly pulling its length from her mouth, and then licked him clean.

  She gave me a kiss. I found out then that she had not swallowed all of Phil’s come. She pushed some into my mouth and we shared it.

  That was the end of a perfect day for all of us. It had also been an exhausting day. However, it was not the last that we spent together. We’ve never bothered with clothes since then, and Liz and Phil have free rein with each other whenever they want to, which is often. It isn’t unusual for me to come home and find them fucking. Sometimes I just watch and at other times, I join in.

  Phil and I also like to have sex together on occasion, and next weekend I’m going to help him hang a hammock in his backyard.

  THE GIFT OF TONGUES

  I was a mere eighteen years old then, and I have had many similar experiences since. But none were as memorable as this. I am a male, six feet six inches tall, and weighed only one hundred and eighty pounds back then. I have curly red hair, blue eyes and a lot of freckles all over my face, arms and shoulders. Not ugly, mind you; in fact I’ve been told so often that I am handsome that I am now convinced of it.

  As I remember her, Molly was about five feet four inches tall, and maybe one hundred and five pounds, if that. She had chestnut-brown hair, cut in a short shag that was popular in the l970s, with brown eyes to match. She had small but shapely breasts, and her womanly curves had not yet filled out completely.

  One day not long after we started going together, Molly and I went up to the boardinghouse where I was living. At first we just sat on the sofa in the upstairs living room, cuddling and talking. Then I took her by the hand and led her to my room. My roommate Mark was at work in the shipyard, as were all of the other boarders, so we were all alone.

  After closing the door, I turned to Molly and, not saying a word, bent over to give her a gentle kiss of reassurance. I felt her relax as my lips touched hers. I sat down on the edge of my bed and motioned for her to kneel on the floor in front of me, between my knees. Looking directly into her eyes, I very gently traced lines with my middle fingers of both hands, in small circles on her cheeks, spiraling outward until I reached her ears. I touched her small, slightly upturned nose, the flare of her nostrils, her lips. As my fingers caressed her lips. Molly began to rub her hands up and down my thighs.

  I lifted her head to meet my lips and I kissed her. I kissed her gently, flicking my tongue lightly across her lips with short, brisk licks. I kissed her several times. As my tongue probed the inside of her mouth, finding her tongue and swirling around, I allowed my right hand to run down the front of her blouse till I reached the first button.

  I deftly undid each button, gently drawing my finger along her flesh as it was exposed. When the last button was undone I removed her blouse, slipping it over her shoulders while keeping my lips pressed firmly to hers. Starting from her hands, which had reached up to grasp my shoulders, I ran my fingers along her arms to her neck. I caressed her shoulders, my hands meeting behind her neck.

  Still kissing her, I unclasped her bra and let it dangle from her arms. I rubbed the flesh of her back where her bra had been, moving my hands up and over her shoulders and down to her firm little tits. I cupped those ripe peaches and gave them a gentle squeeze, running my thumbs over the nipples, feeling them grow erect with excitement.

  When I finally ended our kiss, Molly was breathing heavy with excitement. “Wow!” she exclaimed. “Where on earth did you learn to kiss like that?”

  I didn’t say a word. I only smiled and lifted her to her feet. Looking up into her eyes once again, I undid the snap of her jeans and pulled down the zipper, all in one fluid motion.

  With practiced ease, I peeled her jeans down over her slender hips, inhaling the sweet aroma that assailed my nostrils from her dampening crotch.

  Before removing the last piece of her clothing, I cupped the slight bulge that her pubic mound created in her panties. Her panties were soaking wet, and I could feel the heat emanating from her fiery slit.

  My fingers shook in anticipation as I slid them up the front of her panties to grasp hold of the elastic waistband. Very slowly, I peeled Molly’s panties down over her hips. Gazing up into her eyes, I reached around her and cupped her ass-cheeks, one in each hand, and bent forward to run the flat of my tongue along her dewy slit. Molly shuddered as my tongue made contact with her sensitive nubbin. She tasted even better than I had thought.

  When I stood up, Molly climbed on the bed and lay down, motioning for me to come to her.

  I positioned myself so that I was straddling her torso. I lowered my hips to where I could press my cock into her cunt, and leaned down to give her yet another gentle kiss. But this was not to be so, as Molly wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself up to me and firmly planting her lips on mine in a deep and very passionate soul kiss. I could hear her moan with desire as her tongue snaked out of her mouth into mine, dueling with it in a mad dance of sheer lust.

  When she broke the kiss, Molly flopped down on the bed, breathing very heavily. “Do me!” she gasped. “Do my pussy! I need it so bad!”

  I simply looked at her and smiled, but then moved down so I could use my tongue on her entire body. I slipped a knee between her tights so she could have something solid to hump on while I took care of her upper torso, slowly covering every square inch of her luscious flesh with my active tongue, being careful to avoid her temptingly hard nipples.

  Finally, I flicked my tongue across the sensitive nubs, causing her to buck and squirm beneath me. Molly was begging me to stop and move down to her honey-pot, which was soaking wet as it rubbed against my knee. I gave her nipples one last suck before moving down her belly with my tongue and lips. When I reached her navel, I stopped and began to lick circles around the deep depression. Molly raised her knees and used her hands on top of my head to try to push it down to her steaming snatch, but I simply stopped all tongue action until she realized that I was in control of the situation.

  Spiraling inward, I dipped my tongue into the depths of her belly button, probing all around the inside. Molly gasped as my tongue found the bottom. She later told me that nobody had ever done this to her before. I guess not many people know the joys of navel sex.

  From her navel, I then made my way down her groin to the brown triangle of Molly’s pubic thatch. She began to hump her hips aga
inst my knee with an urgency that I found quite stimulating. I loved seeing her like this. Yet my aching cock still longed to plunge into the recesses of her fiery cunt. I could sense that she was near the brink of oblivion as I used my fingers to part the pouting petals of her juicy twat.

  I gently tongued my way up one side of her outer labia, rounded the top of her slit and moved down the other side. I then dipped my talented tool into her honey-pot, wagging it back and forth, from side to side.

  I could sense that Molly was getting closer, so I finally moved my mouth up to zero in on her visibly erect clitoris. The little nub glistened with her juices as I began to flick my tongue in circles around her button. Molly’s breathing became ragged and short the nearer I licked. She began to churn her hips up to my face, trying to make the sensitive contact that would surely send her flying over the edge.

  Finally I gave her that contact, but only briefly, teasing her to a fever pitch. She was begging me to tongue her clit, muttering obscenities in between gasps of air. I continued to tease her until she was frantic. And then I lay my tongue flat against her swollen clit, humming low in my throat. That was enough to do it. Molly went sailing off into outer space.

  “Oh! . . . Oh, yes! . . . Yes! . . . That’s it, lover!” she cried as she began the first series of powerful orgasms. “Eat it! Lick my cunt! Lick my pussy, motherfucker! Come! Coming! I’m . . . I’m . . . I’m coming!” Her body began to convulse uncontrollably with each racking wave of ecstasy.

  “Oh baby! Baby . . . baby! . . . I love it!” she continued, as her head thrashed from side to side, her eyes tightly closed.

  Molly continued to writhe in release as I alternately tongued her spasming clit and dipped into her clutching cunt. Her pussy was overflowing with fluid, and I did my best to lap it all up. When I returned to her joy button, Molly soared to even greater heights, grabbing me by the hair and mashing my face into her vulva. It was hard for me to breathe, but I didn’t care because of the joy I was bringing to this delightful little creature.

  After what seemed like an hour, she started to come back down to earth, releasing her grip on my head so I could come up for air. Once I got a lungful, I continued to tongue her cunt and returned to her clit to give it a gentle flick. Her whole body shook as a post-orgasmic tremor surged through her. I repeated this several times, shortening the interval between flicks of my tongue. Then I flattened my tongue against her vulva and began to wash it back and forth over her clitty. Molly responded with one long, shuddering, continuous convulsion.

  Looking up at her, I saw that she had begun to cry. She explained that this was the first time she had ever come like that. Also, this was the first time she had really wanted to fuck but couldn’t, because she was really shallow and small “down there.” She said that whenever she tried, it caused her great pain, because she could not handle a normal-sized dick, let alone the monster that she imagined me to have.

  I moved up to lie next to her, pulling her close to me and soothing her sadness. “Babes,” I began, “my body may be long and lean, but Mother Nature has played a cruel joke on me.”

  “What do you mean?” she asked.

  “This,” I replied, getting off the bed to stand up and pull down my pants, revealing the slender six inches of cock that have been the cause of my learning to be so skilled with my fingers, tongue and lips.

  “Oh, wow!” she exclaimed with delight, as she moved to the edge of the bed to face my throbbing member. “It’s beautiful!” she added as she opened her mouth to engulf my entire shaft. Her cunt might have been shallow, but she sure had a deep throat.

  Molly began to suck my steely rod with the earnestness of the well-loved. Her tongue swirled around it as she concentrated her attentions on the purple head, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire being. It didn’t take much of this type of mouth action to bring me to a climax. She grabbed my ass and totally buried my cock in her sucking mouth.

  With one hand, Molly grasped my dick around the base and began to jack it in time to her bobbing head while, with the other hand, she cradled my balls and began to squeeze gently.

  With a stifled cry, I erupted in her adorable mouth, sending jet after powerful jet of white-hot semen splashing against the back of her throat. Molly just kept sucking and swallowing. She continued sucking until I had gone limp in her mouth, and then released it with a pop. Looking up at me for approval, I noticed a few droplets of sperm at the corners of her mouth, which she promptly licked off.

  “Fan-fucking-tastic!” I sighed.

  I never got to fuck Molly, although we stayed together for a couple of months after that. I know that I will always remember her with fondness and, even though the odds are against it, I keep hoping that someday we might meet again.

  PRIVATE SHOWING

  I am a twenty-two-year-old attractive blonde (five feet five at one hundred twenty pounds with blue eyes and a 34-22-34 figure) and happily married. I have never desired to sleep with another man since I have been married, and I have never been untrue to my husband. Until recently, that is.

  One evening while my husband and I were lying naked in bed and cuddling, we began discussing our fantasies. My husband asked me what my most erotic and frequent fantasy was. I replied that I had always dreamed of making love to another woman. When I asked my husband to confess his most desirable fantasy, he replied that he often dreamed of watching me have sex with another man. I was a little shocked, but curious about what exactly he had fantasized.

  He told me that his fantasies of me with another man did not include someone that we knew, but a stranger, someone who I would never see again and who would not threaten our marriage. While I played with his cock, I asked him to describe what he would like to see me do with another man. He did, and the evening ended as we straddled and made love.

  I thought about his fantasy for the next week or so. At first the idea made me feel a little uncomfortable. However, I found myself thinking about it more and more and getting quite excited whenever I did. I soon found that whenever I would masturbate with my vibrator, I would fantasize about screwing another man. I love to masturbate with my vibrator, especially when my husband watches me. I usually start by gently rubbing and massaging my breasts until I get my nipples as erect as I can. Then I let my right hand slide down to my pussy, and I start to play with my inner lips. As my pussy begins to moisten, I slide my middle finger inside and get it wet so that I can easily rub my clit. As I start to approach orgasm, I take my vibrator, insert it and slowly slide it in and out. Then I quickly place the vibrator on my clit and explode into an orgasm. I can make myself come up to six or seven times when I use my vibrator, whereas I can only come once when my husband goes down on me.

  It wasn’t long before I told my husband that I would like for him to watch me make it with another man. He repeated that he did not want to see me make it with anyone we knew, but at the same time, we were both hesitant about getting a total stranger. Several weeks passed without anything else being said, until just prior to my birthday when my husband came home one evening and said that he had a plan. The plan would allow me to have sex with another very attractive man and, at the same time, allow us to remain complete strangers.

  First, my husband called one of those singing telegram services and proceeded to tell them that, because he had to work late on my birthday, he would not be able to take me out as we had planned. He told them that in order to make it up to me, he wanted to hire a male stripper to come out to our house and sing “Happy Birthday” to me. He said I would be home alone, and that if the dancer explained who he was, I would let him in the house. On the night of my birthday and prior to the stripper’s arrival, my husband instructed me to wear my short blue robe with nothing underneath. I placed some books on the couch so that it would appear that I was studying while waiting for my husband to come home.

  As the time for my stripper’s arrival neared my husband positioned himself in a closet that provided him with a clear view of ou
r living room. When the doorbell rang, I answered it in a timid and cautious manner. The man explained who he was and who hired him, so I let him in, acting as if I had no idea what was going on. I excused myself for being dressed in only a robe and explained that I was getting ready to take a shower. I said, “If this isn’t going to take long, I won’t bother to get dressed.”

  He said, “It won’t take long at all.”

  I led him into the living room and I sat on the edge of the chair. He had the entire room to dance and strip in front of me. He was by no means an average-looking man; he was the most gorgeous stud I had ever seen. He was six feet tall, had blue eyes, blond hair, broad, muscular shoulders, a washboard stomach and the tightest ass a girl could ask for. He had the facial features of a model and a smile that made me weak in the knees.

  As he turned on his music and started to dance, I made sure that I was completely unexposed. He was wearing a karate outfit, and he seductively and sexily began to remove the karate belt. The top of his karate outfit fell open, and I was rewarded with my first glimpse of his handsome chest. He slowly danced over to me and lightly draped his karate belt around my neck as he leaned over to give me a small kiss on the lips. As he did so, I ran my hands up his chest. I was sure that by now my breasts were partly visible, as I was no longer making an effort to keep my robe closed. Next he danced back a step or two and removed his top, then his pants. He was now wearing only a pair of briefs. I could feel that not only were my nipples hard, but my pussy was so wet that the juice began to run down my crack. (This has only happened once or twice before in my life.)