Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  She lowered herself to kiss my eyelids, then said, “I want to get a better look at Marc’s cock. I think we’ve been neglecting him.”

  When her attractive green eyes beheld his huge cock, she gasped. She grabbed his cock with her long, feminine fingers, put her lips over the head of it and began to coax him with her experienced tongue. I ran my hands over her smooth, pear-shaped bottom and patted her pussy with my hand. All this while, Toby was having a field day with his zoom lens but, to tell you the truth, we were barely aware of him.

  Audrey energetically slid her lips up and down Marc’s massive cock. I was amazed—her mouth almost doubled in size, but she never broke stride. She seemed happy and eager to be the perfect sucking machine. I wondered if he had ever been inside a pussy that felt that good. Unmercifully, I tickled his balls with my tongue until he pleaded, “No, no. Please, no.”

  He didn’t want it to end yet, so I let go of his gems and sampled Audrey’s luscious tit again. She was sweeter each time I tasted her.

  Toby couldn’t handle it any longer. He dragged me away from Audrey, laid me on the floor and began licking my pussy. He thrust his tongue in and out, and jiggled my protruding clit back and forth. He paid attention to every inch. His hands and tongue were a tormenting mixture of smoothness and roughness, and I closed my eyes, feeling as if I were drifting into outer space.

  When I opened my eyes, I saw the full length of Marc’s rigid cock still sliding in and out of Audrey’s mouth. Her hands clutched his perfectly hard ass as he guided her back and forth over his slippery erection. She was making lovely sucking sounds, and I thought she would come simply from the pulse of his excited cock in her mouth. But Marc wanted his turn, so he spread her legs wide and buried his head between them. Opening her labia with his fingers, he searched for hidden treasure with his magnificent tongue. He licked and sucked her seam until, from the sounds she made, it was clear that she was having one orgasm after another, each one more intense than the last.

  When Toby heard her impassioned cries, he slipped his tool inside me and moved it back and forth provocatively. The ridges of his powerful cock filled every crevice of my vagina. He plunged in deeper, then smiled as he took my breasts in his hands and squeezed them together. The come gushed from me, while Marc, ignoring Audrey’s pleas, poked his tongue deeper into her pussy. She threw her head from side to side in ecstasy. Toby gave another thrust and then exploded. Come spurted from his pulsating penis in a seemingly endless flow.

  Marc, who always has to have the last word, decided it was a good time to satisfy himself. Toby picked up his camera again, setting the shutter for fast action. Marc lifted Audrey and sat her on his perpendicular cock. He held her there, and she wrapped her long legs around his firm body. Her pussy was in spasms. He bounced her up and down on his hot tool for a few minutes and kissed her creamy white throat. Then they rolled to the floor still entwined. Marc held on to Audrey’s waist and lifted her up and down on his smoking cock. I thought they were going to spontaneously combust. Suddenly, Marc shot his juice into her lovely pussy, and their bodies shook with pleasure—her tiny frame strained against his enormous member. She collapsed on top of him, and he fondled her gorgeous white ass. Toby finally ran out of film and we all sat there together, happy, naked and spent, and lit up another joint.

  Audrey, Marc and I would like to plan another party like this—if Toby ever comes out of the darkroom.

  IN CONCERT

  I recently went to a large outdoor concert with my boyfriend, Mitch. There were supposed to be about fifty thousand people there, but judging by the way we were crunched together I’m sure there were a lot more. It was a hot summer night, so I wore a miniskirt with no underwear and a loose-fitting T-shirt that did its best to hide my braless, 36C breasts. We were standing about a hundred feet from the stage, packed like sardines.

  Once the music started, we all began swaying to the beat and singing along. Suddenly I felt something in my hair, and I quickly turned around to see what it was. When I did, I was startled to meet the most stunning green eyes I’ve ever seen in my life. They belonged to an absolute hunk. I froze for a moment, overtaken by his looks. He was wearing no shirt and only a tight pair of jeans. His short dark hair, combined with his tan, muscular body, sent a chill all the way down to my cunt. The unmistakable bulge in his jeans didn’t help matters. I quickly turned around because I was beginning to blush and didn’t want him to see.

  I kept taking short glances behind me, and soon realized those incredible eyes were constantly on me instead of the stage. The crowd had started to shift, and my boyfriend was in front of me and to the side, with people standing between us. The sun slipped down soon after and left a giant full moon hanging above the large stage. My mystery man got more courageous as night fell.

  While dancing to the music, I felt him moving against me in unison to the beat. Since I didn’t move away, he must have thought I approved. Not that there was much room to move in anyway. I could feel his bulge grinding against my ass-cheeks as we rocked back and forth. I was a bit nervous with my boyfriend only four feet away. But whenever Mitch turned around he could only see my head, so I really didn’t have to worry. Believe me, it’s not like me to do something like that, but the wetness between my legs was driving me crazy. If only the guy hadn’t been so hot, I would’ve been able to control myself.

  When I peeked around again, I saw my mystery man mouth the words. “You’re beautiful.” Again, I turned away, blushing. He never stopped his grinding. Then he reached under my T-shirt from behind and played with my back and sides. I was so into it at that point, I began pushing my ass back against his solid cock. As he felt my approval, his hands started tickling my stomach, just below my bare tits.

  I was too shy to touch him, but I knew he needed no encouragement. He removed his hands from my stomach for a few seconds. Then I felt his bare cock rubbing against me. He took my hand and placed it under the front of my miniskirt. I felt his cock poking through my legs from behind. I separated my thighs a bit so he could rub his long shaft against my soaked cunt. During all this, my boyfriend kept looking over at me. I’d smile and he’d go right back to watching the concert. Little did he know . . .

  My secret stud had put his hands back inside my shirt and was lightly rubbing the tender underside of my tits. I was holding his cock, rubbing the shaft against my pussy lips. Soon I could feel my first orgasm arriving as his large head slid over my fiery clit. My body shook as he lightly held my breasts and, with his thumb and index finger, rolled my fully erect nipples like a radio dial. I did my best to control my gripping orgasm. As it subsided, Mitch looked over at me. He must have thought something was wrong, because he made his way through the crowd and over to me.

  I panicked for a second, throwing the stranger’s hands off my body. His cock was still hard and touching my cunt. I tried to move forward but he grabbed my hips and held me there. Mitch stood right in front of me and asked if everything was all right. I quickly said, “Yes. Why?” He said I looked like I was in pain or something. I told him not to worry and enjoy the show like I was.

  While I was talking to my boyfriend, the hunk behind me had grabbed the swollen base of his cock and was searching for the opening to my pussy. I closed my legs, knowing if he found it I would be powerless to conceal my pleasure, and my boyfriend would discover us. I had to ask Mitch to turn around so I could rest my hands on him. He turned and I grabbed his hips. At the same time, I moved my ass farther back to accommodate the stranger’s prick. Everyone was so close, there was no way anyone could have seen us. I felt him lift the back of my skirt up over my ass. He then took some time to massage me.

  I was so wet I had no trouble accepting his large tool when he finally penetrated me from behind. I pushed back until he was all the way inside. His cock was much bigger than my boyfriend’s. It brought me pleasures I’d never known before. The group started playing their most popular song and everyone went wild. Mitch thought my screams were for the band. He
turned around to tell me what a great show it was. All I could reply was that it was the best. What I really meant was the giant cock pounding into me from behind!

  My stranger had a tight hold on my hips and was working his cock in and out of me with absolute expertise. I could do nothing to hide my screams as orgasm after orgasm coursed through me. Mitch turned around in the middle of one of them and began kissing me, still not suspecting a thing. I stuck my tongue into his mouth. The sensation of having a complete stranger’s dick up my cunt while French-kissing my boyfriend, who had no way of knowing what was going on, was one that I’m sure I will never forget. Mitch broke our kiss and said I was making him horny, and that he was going to give me the fucking of my life when we got home after the show. I said I had everything I needed right there with me, referring, of course, to the fuck-machine behind me, who hadn’t let up during our entire conversation.

  Mitch smiled and said, “You naughty girl, we can’t do that here.” That was enough. I turned him around and told him to enjoy the last part of the show. It took all I had to keep my cool.

  My stud had incredible stamina. We must have been going at it for about thirty minutes. I desperately wanted him to have an incredible orgasm, so I stuck my hand through my legs, past his thrusting cock and down to his large sac. With every stroke, I would lightly squeeze his sensitive balls. That seemed to do it. I glanced back and saw the extreme pleasure in his face. He dug his cock as far as it would go, let out an animal moan and then I felt his come shooting deep inside me. We didn’t move until his penis shriveled up and popped out. I could feel his warm come inside my pussy. He pulled my skirt back down over my ass and gave me a tap. I reached back and gave his bulge an approving squeeze. We still hadn’t said a word to each other, but then he leaned toward my ear and said I had the best pussy he’d ever fucked. Then he licked my neck.

  The concert ended soon after, and everyone slowly went their own way. Mitch grabbed my hand and began pulling me through the thick crowd. A second before I was whisked away, I turned to my stranger and told him he had the best cock I had ever had the pleasure of fucking. And with a quick smile, we parted company. I have never again seen my mystery lover, but you can be sure when I do, there will most certainly be a repeat performance in more intimate surroundings.

  TEST FLIGHT

  As a pilot in the air force, it’s one of my jobs to give instructional rides to all the new flyers in our squadron. One cool, March morning I drove to the base, and upon arriving saw that I was scheduled to a check ride with a Lt. Joey Collins. As I got my paperwork together, a stunning redhead, whose sleek five-foot-ten, one-hundred-forty-five-pound frame filled out her flight suit beautifully, came into my office.

  “Is this where I’m supposed to sign in for my check flight?” she asked.

  “It is,” I answered, but not until I looked up and saw that the name tag on her suit read “Collins.” I guess the puzzled look on my face was familiar to her. She told me that her last instructor saw the name “Joey” on the sheet and was also expecting a male pilot—until she checked in.

  I took her out to the flight line after going over our weather charts and filing our flight plan. After we inspected the plane, we climbed aboard. The crew chief buckled her in her restraint harness and I got strapped into the backseat. We taxied out to the runway. As we rolled out to the centerline, she said over the intercom that this was always the best part of flying for her. I asked her why, but she said she wouldn’t be able to tell until we were already up in the air.

  Well, I didn’t have to wait to know what she was talking about. As soon as she slid the throttles to maximum and lit the afterburner, I instantly knew: The vibrations from the turbines and afterburner sent a raw buzz from my feet to my nose—and I knew she was feeling the same buzz in her crotch!

  She finally released the brakes after getting a green light from the tower, and as we took off she let out a long, sexy moan. I felt the stick jerking beneath my hand and realized she was having an orgasm. She confirmed it when she said, “Thanks for the help keeping it straight and level.” I told her I wouldn’t hold it against her, since I knew she was nervous.

  But she calmly replied, “I’m not nervous, sir. I just had a big ‘O,’ if you know what I mean.”

  We talked some more as we climbed to altitude. I told her that I once knew another female pilot who had done the same thing on takeoff, and that if she wanted to come in my cockpit it was cool with me.

  We completed the flight in about fifteen minutes. After we landed, I told her to report to my office to go over her performance as soon as she took her shower. When she walked in a little while later, I nearly spilled my coffee all over my fresh shirt. She had on a pair of jeans so tight, it looked like she’d been melted into them. Tucked into the narrow waistband was a khaki T-shirt with no bra underneath. She had a great figure and carried herself with the grace of a model.

  She smiled and took her seat, first shutting my office door and locking it! I quickly told her I was expecting the base commander, and suggested that it might be better to go over her flight later that evening over dinner. She agreed, and told me to meet her at the end of runway seven at eight o’clock. When she left, chills were coursing through my body.

  The whole time the commander was with me, all I could think of was Lt. Collins and how I couldn’t wait to take that hot little pilot for a ride of my own. When I got home, there was a message on my recorder from her “If you’re really a jet jock, then have your cock at runway seven by eight o’clock. I’ll put it through more moves than an F-16!”

  I took a long shower and splashed on some cologne. With a bottle of good champagne tucked under my arm, I slid into the driver’s seat of my ’67 Corvette. I suddenly realized that the car wouldn’t be very comfortable for much necking, let alone fucking or a good 69. But I was confident that we’d find some way to get comfortable.

  As I drove past the guard at the gate, she saluted me, and with the top down, I drove off to meet Lt. Collins.

  The road I was headed for was off-limits to civilian vehicles, but I told the security police I would be watching some students practice their takeoffs and landings, and they waved me on. I clipped my lights as I pulled to the outer apron of the runway, and sat watching the sunset while listening to some classic Zombies on the tape deck.

  I saw a car coming. My cock got hard just from the thought of what was in store for me. As Collins pulled up in her red Miata, I got out of my ’Vette and told her that we might have a problem, since neither of our cars was big enough for much activity.

  “No sweat,” she said, and quickly pulled a sleeping bag and a couple of blankets from her car!

  She stepped up to me and I pulled her close, sucking her tongue deep into my mouth. While we kissed, I opened my eyes to see her already writhing with lust. We spread the blankets and sleeping bag open, and soon we were both stark naked. I slipped my mouth down to her tummy and had started licking my way cuntward, when I realized she had shaved her pussy. It felt so good to rub the smooth skin while feasting on her clit, which was sticking way out. I hummed “The Star Spangled Banner” as she put my head in a massive leg lock and commanded me to keep sucking!

  After she came several times, she finally released her hold on me. “Get ready to have your cock sucked,” she said. “I mean really sucked.”

  And suck she did! Her throat must have been bottomless. She was rocking up and down on me like an oil rig, when all of a sudden I noticed a set of lights coming toward us. I was so close to the edge, though, that I didn’t say a word until I felt the last of my hot come blast down her throat.

  Then we both heard a car door slam. Lt. Collins jerked her head up and gasped. Since we were both officers, I knew I could take care of whoever was checking up on us. Still, it could prove to be an embarrassing situation. But as it turned out, it was the pretty, young security officer from the front gate who’d waved me through earlier. She beamed her flashlight on us just as we were diving under
the blankets.

  She started to ask if everything was okay, when she suddenly giggled and said, “Joey?”

  “Is that you, Anita?” Joey stammered. It seems they were roommates in an off-base apartment. Anita walked back to her car and got on the radio, then came back and told us that she was “officially” on her dinner break. She and Joey talked for a minute while I walked back to my car to get the champagne. When I got back, Anita was taking her shirt off and Joey asked me if it was all right if Anita joined us. I didn’t even bother answering. All I did was grab them both and pull them down to the blanket with me.

  They took turns sucking my prick, and then ate each other out. With a little persuasion, I got Anita to sit on my cock and ride it while Joey rode my face with her pretty, shaved cunt. I shot my load up Anita’s tight box just as Joey flooded my mouth with her tangy juices. All the while we were doing this, there were planes taking off and landing not fifty feet away from us, roaring their engines and shooting flames out of their exhaust. It seemed that each time a plane took off, my cock was ready for another go with one of these two fine ladies.

  Anita told Joey she wished she knew someone who could take her for a ride in one of those planes. Joey replied, “You do now!” She told her that I was a pilot and a flight instructor and that I’d be more than happy to take her up. Without hesitation, I agreed to do just that.

  Now that I’m not stationed on that base anymore, I often think back to that night on runway seven. Shortly thereafter, I took Anita for that plane ride. (We ended up fucking before we even took off!) The three of us spent many happy weekends together that summer.