Penthouse Uncensored VI
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I lay there, awake, for about twenty minutes. With each passing second my erection grew more insistent as I felt Arlene’s breasts pressing into my side and chest. Her cunt hair tickled my thigh each time she shifted her position. My dick grew so stiff and tall that I soon felt it touch Arlene’s hand. I was speechless when her hand slipped off her thigh and curled around my cock!
Arlene began to stroke my aching cock and muttered in a sleepy voice, “I see you brought me a present, Ted. I’ve missed it and boy, do I need it.” I was convinced that Arlene was still asleep and thought I was her dead husband Ted. I was debating what to do, when she abruptly threw off the covers and rose to her hands and knees. Arlene raised her left leg, eased it over my hips and leaned forward to give me a passion-filled kiss. I felt her position my cock at the entrance to her pussy as she probed my tonsils with her tongue. I noted that throughout all of this, her eyes were still closed.
After several moments of kissing, the head of my cock began to pry her warm pussy lips apart. I watched as her eyelids slowly started to rise. The shock and surprise on her face was a sight I will always remember. She said, “You’re not Ted!” but that didn’t seem to change her mind about wanting to get fucked. She wiggled her hips from side to side, slowly working her way down my fat, hard rod. I still wasn’t sure if she was really surprised to see me or if this was all just some fantasy she needed to act out, but it couldn’t have mattered less. The fiery grip of Arlene’s cunt took hold of my tool and sucked it all the way in.
And then nature took over. Arlene’s hips moved instinctively and with the expertise of a woman who’d been riding cock all her life. My hips automatically began moving with hers. Arlene’s mouthing of such words as “Yes, yes, it feels so good” soon gave way to animal grunts and cries of, “That’s it, give me that dick. Give it hard!”
In between her groans and gasps, Arlene told me it had been two years since she’d had sex. Apparently her husband had been too sick to fuck her for a long time, and she’d been so busy looking after him she didn’t have time to take care of her own sexual needs.
Arlene’s hips were moving so fast they were a blur, and she soon climaxed in a series of orgasms that released two years of pent-up frustration. My cock, tormented for a mere six or seven hours by the presence of this shapely widow, soon demanded its own release. “Come inside me, honey,” Arlene urged. “I want to feel your load.” I was soon blasting a torrent of thick love-milk deep into her long-neglected pussy.
Arlene collapsed into my arms and cried tears of happiness and joy at her sexual release. If she felt any remorse at being in bed with a stranger only a few days after her husband’s death, it soon passed, for in just a few minutes she was kissing her way down my chest and stomach to my cock.
Arlene licked up the juices that were still clinging to my cock, then took me into her mouth. Her bobbing head soon had me erect and ready for action once more. I rolled her over and eased my cock into her waiting snatch. This time she was wet and waiting for me.
My mouth found her breasts, and I sucked her big, erect nipples deep into my mouth. With her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, I rammed my cock deep into her cunt with all my strength. Arlene came several times, crying out for more as I hammered away. I kept changing the depth and pace of my strokes to maximize her pleasure and to prolong my own coming.
When I was close to orgasm again, I pulled out of Arlene’s cunt and placed my throbbing cock between her breasts. I began to pump in and out between the two mounds of heavenly flesh. Arlene had raised her head and was licking the tip of my cock with each stroke. Knowing I was on the edge, I released Arlene’s breasts and placed my cock in her mouth. It only took a couple of in-and-out thrusts for me to pump a load of semen into her hot mouth and down her throat.
We finally fell off to sleep. The next morning, before checking out, I screwed Arlene doggie-style on the floor and shot my come all over the bed. After I’d confided to her that I was a foot fetishist, Arlene put on her black nylons and jerked me off with her feet. I shot my final load all over those sheer stockings, which she then gave to me as a souvenir of our brief time together.