Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  Danny’s cock hung down nearly halfway to his knees. Even in its flaccid state it had to be eight or nine inches in length, and it was twice as thick as my husband’s larger-than-average tool. Without even thinking about it, I slipped my hand under my dress to touch myself and found my panties were already damp from excitement. I somehow knew that if I didn’t go for that prize prong now I probably would never get up the courage again. Within seconds my clothes were on the hallway floor and I was stepping into the shower with Danny.

  His eyes nearly bugged out of his head when my twin 38Ds pressed against his hairy chest and my hand grasped and started stroking his hambone.

  “Lucille,” he mumbled, “are you sure you want to... ?”

  “Yes,” I told him, “I’ve been sure what I wanted since I first saw you last night.” Danny’s lollapalooza was now half erect and so big that I could barely get my hands around it. He needed no further encouragement. Now his hands were all over my wet body. He fondled and massaged my tits, caressed my ass, explored my hot and welcoming pussy.

  When I felt his dick as he rubbed the head up and down in my crack, I nearly lost it there and then. “If you keep that up for very long I’m going to come,” I told him.

  “That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?” He had a big grin on his face as he concentrated on my throbbing clit. I couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded in a quick but intense climax that caused my body to shake uncontrollably.

  “Wow,” Danny said when I had calmed down a bit. “You are one very hot lady, aren’t you?” And he continued, “Now that you’ve had the appetizer are you ready for the main course?” I nodded. My body was still on fire with lust. Danny grasped the cheeks of my ass and easily picked me up. He lowered me slowly onto his cock. I moaned as he slowly eased me down that massive rod until it slipped into my cunt, buried to the hilt. The sensation of being that full of cock was unbelievable. Without either of us even moving I started coming again in one long, shattering orgasm that seemed to last for five minutes.

  When I realized Danny had not come yet and that his massive prong, still hard as a rock, was still buried in my pussy, I knew what I wanted next.

  “Let me down, lover,” I told him, “I want to suck you off.” I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him and sucked that large muscle into my mouth. Pumping his thick shaft with one hand and fondling his huge balls with the other I blew him in a near frenzy. Now I felt another climax building inside me. I was so hot I knew that when he started to climax I would go over the edge for the third time.

  I heard Danny start to moan and felt his stretcher twitch in my mouth and throat. Seconds later, he erupted, filling my mouth with so much come I couldn’t swallow fast enough. I had to release that cock and he shot several streams of jism onto the glass shower door and onto my avid face. As expected, this set me off again. I shuddered as another orgasm rolled through my body until I thought I would pass out.

  We had been at it for so long the water had gone completely cold. We were so hot for each other we didn’t notice the change in temperature. Danny laughed and shut the water off before helping me stand up. Then he kissed me hungrily. “Goddam, Lucille, that was fantastic!” he said, “but what the hell do we do for an encore?”

  I gave his cock a gentle squeeze before answering. “Well, baby, it’s only Tuesday, so we’ve got the rest of the week to think of something.”

  And believe me, we did. But that will take another letter. —O.P., Kansas City, Kansas

  CLEANING UP AT THE DRIVE-IN

  I am a regular reader of your journal and enjoy very much the spectacular pictorials and stimulating articles. I would like to share one of my recent experiences with your readers.

  Not long ago, I acquired a used van. I quickly seized the opportunity and invited my girlfriend Barbara out to a flick at the local drive-in. I was uncommonly lucky this night and we were into each other’s pants in minutes. I loved it when she ran those luscious lips over my throbbing johnson as I thrust my face into her cavernous gorge. Then I licked her labia and let those pussy juices slowly trickle across my countenance while at the opposite pole her throat anxiously awaited delivery of a hot load of semen.

  Suddenly we were interrupted. A gentleman rapped on the window and politely asked for a light. It was obvious from the bulge in his pants that he had had a good look at what was going on in the van. We did the only gracious thing and invited him to join us. He seemed hesitant at first. My girlfriend went into a frenzy when he unveiled a twenty-centimeter cock. She begged him to shove his rotor-rooter into her plumbing. He was not prone to argue, and he immediately complied. Actually, at this point I must admit that I was getting pretty excited at the sight of his enormous shaft as it penetrated the depths of Barbara’s dripping cunt.

  He was extremely polite, and after depositing his load of jism he invited me to clean up. I eagerly jumped in and ate his hot come out of her inflamed pussy. As he got dressed and left for his own car, we thanked each other and agreed to meet again.— M.P., Louisville, Kentucky

  SAMPLING A VINTAGE WINE

  This all happened when I visited my older brother Jim in Carson City. He said he had promised two girls that he would help them move the next morning and that I could just stay in bed until he got back. But I was up before he was, so I drove him over to the girls’ place in my pickup truck and dropped him off. I went on to an X-rated movie house, which can’t be found where I live. But after four films in one hour I decided to go and help with the move.

  That’s when I met Jane, a twenty-five-year-old redhead who obviously had her eye on Jim, and Vanessa, a beautiful twenty-eight-year-old woman who I will surely remember for a long time. We finished the move in about three hours and after one case of beer. Then Jim and I went home to clean up and allow the girls time to straighten up their new place. Jim told me the girls had invited us to come over that evening and play some cards, and he also said we might not be going home that night. I thought he might not come home, but I was pretty sure I would. I didn’t think Vanessa would be interested in someone six years younger. But I’m glad to say I was wrong.

  After a tour of the house we all sat down at the dining room table to play spades. The conversation soon turned to sex, and the more we drank and smoked the more open we all became. When the talk got around to birth control, and both girls assured us that everyone was safe, I began to feel maybe Jim was right about not going home. Vanessa and I were partners, and after we lost in the card game we suggested that we all go in the living room and listen to music. But no sooner were we all comfortable than Vanessa said she had to run out to the liquor store, since it would be closed the next day, Sunday. Vanessa and I went together, and since we had had no dinner, we also bought the groceries for a meal for all of us. By the time we got back, Jim and Jane were in the bedroom, which was fine. It gave me a chance to be alone with Vanessa. When Jane and Jim came out of the bedroom the steaks and French fries were cold. Neither of them complained.

  We talked until it was late, and we all agreed it was best for Jim and me to spend the night. It seemed a dream come true to me. Vanessa and I went in her bedroom and simply held each other close for a long time. Then we fell onto her king-size waterbed. I had never even slept on a waterbed, and I certainly had no experience in what was to follow. I tried to be subtle in getting off Vanessa’s clothes and my own on the waterbed, but I was woefully clumsy. It was then I began truly to appreciate who I was with and to treasure the experience. Things were awkward and getting worse when Vanessa gently suggested, “Why don’t we get off the bed to take off our clothes?” That doesn’t sound like much, but it opened a line of communication that stayed open for the rest of the night. We undressed, and I marveled at Vanessa’s pendulous breasts, her full ass, and her mature figure.

  We wasted no time in getting back in bed and it was continuous ecstasy from then on. We started by kissing and fondling each other but the pace quickened when Vanessa kissed and licked her way down to
my blood-engorged prick. Cocksucking is too crude a phrase for what she did for me that night. I’ve had other girls give me head, but she was practicing an art. I had never experienced the feeling that went through me then. She slowly ran her tongue up and down my shaft, then sucked it as contentedly as a newborn baby at its mother’s breast. As much as I was loving it I didn’t want to come in her mouth, so I turned her around so that her pussy was over my mouth and returned the favor. I have always loved the joys of cunnilingus. Although I don’t feel I am an expert, I certainly practice whenever I can. As I kissed, nibbled and gently sucked the lips of her vagina she reached down and guided me to exactly where and how she was excited the most. I’m a fast learner. I redirected my attention to her now stiff clitoris and flicked my tongue over it as I massaged her breasts with light circular strokes. Before long she moaned, “I’m coming.” As I quickened my strokes both on her breast and on her clit she reached a quiet screaming orgasm.

  I couldn’t believe how naturally everything had happened. We took a break, joking around and caressing each other, but not for long. As soon as we caught our breaths we took up where we had left off. This time, after a little more foreplay, I had the privilege of sinking my roscoe deep into her warm moist pussy. Now I know what paradise is like—and for once I knew I had all night and day if I needed them. I was in no hurry. Both of us savored every sensation with easy, full, rhythmic strokes. When I reached the point of no return I slowed my pace to make it last. Vanessa started nibbling my neck. She said she was about to come again and wanted us to come together. We did, matching one another’s strokes and intensity precisely, thrusting in perfect unison at high speed. I was amazed to find that after I came powerfully and thoroughly I had no need to stop and rest. It was like defying gravity.

  Our night together was over after about three hours and three climaxes. Vanessa had to leave town, but she came back the next day and brought with her a film projector. Jim was working that night, so I went over to the girls’ house alone. Jim would join us later. I had told the girls of Jim’s aversion to X-rated films, so the three of us watched several together. These were the first girls I had ever known to show any interest in them. As we watched the fuck-flicks, Vanessa said that she was getting excited and had already creamed her jeans. We decided it would do Jim some good if he saw a few X-rated films. As soon as he arrived, I rolled one. Vanessa was sitting at my feet, which gave me the opportunity to reach down and remind myself just how perfectly round and firm her breasts were. Jim raised no objections. From the sound of things, he and Jane seemed to be exploring their possibilities. Before long we all went to bed. I don’t know about Jim but my night was, like the whole weekend, unforgettable. I know that a time like that may never come again but I live in hope.—G.D., Fargo, South Dakota

  WORKS HARD, KEEPS CLEAN

  I’ve read your magazine for years and never believed even half of the encounters I’ve read until recently. I was earning some extra money to pay for a blind date my friends had set up by cleaning out the basement parking lot and trash room where I live. I was hot and horny and the job was dirty and smelly.

  I was almost through cleaning the trash room Dumpster, reaching over it to pick up a stray newspaper, when a paper bag of garbage slid down the chute. It burst and showered garbage on my head and back.

  “Great!” I complained as I picked eggshells and coffee grounds out my hair. “I can’t wait to get my hands on the dope who did this.” I went up to my apartment hoping to avoid running into anybody when to my dismay the elevator stopped at the floor just below mine.

  Standing there was the most gorgeous brunette in three counties. She snickered at first at my garbage-bedecked appearance. But then a look of comprehension came over her face.

  “Oh my God,” she gasped. “I’m sorry. That was my trash that hit you.” To make amends she offered me the use of her shower and laundry room to clean up. I had nothing to lose, so I accepted. The brunette, who introduced herself as Colleen, led me to her apartment. She said to leave my dirty clothes on the floor when I climbed into her shower. Colleen took the clothes to her laundry room while I scrubbed myself clean. I wondered as I soaped myself if my hostess looked as hot without clothes as she did in them.

  As if in answer to a prayer, things took a turn for the better. I’d barely finished washing my hair when I suddenly heard a husky feminine voice.

  “I need this too,” said Colleen. “Mind if I join you?”

  “No indeed,” I said, over my delight and confusion. “No problem.” Then my eyes popped at the sight of her grapefruit-sized breasts. As I backed away in the shower stall to give her room as she stepped under the water, my gaze immediately zeroed in on her firm and generous ass. She looked over her shoulder and saw me soaping up my chest.

  “Would you wash my back?” she asked.

  “Sure,” I said, with sincere enthusiasm. I lathered up my hand and worked my way slowly from her freckled shoulders down her splendid tapered torso. She leaned slightly forward and tensed when my hands briefly cupped her full breasts.

  I knelt behind her then, and gently soaped her ass. I spread the cheeks as she spread her legs and leaned forward. The sight of Colleen’s hairless snatch was as arousing as her moan of approval when I gently touched her labia. I gently washed both her legs, then stood back and suggested it was my turn.

  Colleen faced me and her eyes focused on my semi-rigid prick. “You missed a spot,” she said. “I think I can fix that.” She took the soap from me and knelt down. Then she slowly lathered first my pubic hair, then kneaded my balls. Now there was nothing semi- about my erection. She gripped my cock to pull me under the stream and rinse me off. Still kneeling, she took my newly washed John Thomas between those luscious lips. She started at the base and licked and kissed her way up to the tip. Then she sucked in my stiff shaft as if she hungered for it.

  I was already horny, so I soon shot a load of come into her mouth. She swallowed every drop. We washed again and dried one another off. I sat on the couch in the living room wearing a towel.

  “It’ll be about an hour before your clothes are dry,” Colleen said when she returned. “Would like something to eat?” She took off her T-shirt and lay down on the couch with her legs apart and her pussy open to me. I dived into her honey-pot like an Olympics competitor. I think I proved I could give as well as take. I licked circles around her mound of Venus, then worked my way to her sweet-tasting twat. I watched her pinch her nipples as she clutched my head and pulled my tongue deeper into her honey-pot. I puckered my lips and sucked her pussy hard. Now I had another roaring erection, and I pulled my face away from her grotto so that I could slide my cock into this eager pussy. I prolonged our pleasure with long hard strokes. Then we switched positions. She straddled my prick and her beautiful tits bounced wildly as she bounced happily on it. I lost track of time, but I know we came together, with me shooting what seemed like buckets of jism and Colleen’s pussy lips happily squeezing out every bit. She fell down on me exhausted and I held her close.

  Needless to say, I now make this place the cleanest building in town.—P.C., Calgary, Canada

  THE TRUTH, SO HELP HER

  I know you don’t receive many letters from women and I suspect few of the stories are true, anyway. But here is a true story from a woman that your readers may like.

  My name is Georgia. I am a twenty-five-year-old homemaker. I am petite and sport strawberry blonde hair almost down to my waist. I have green eyes and measure 35C-23-35. I’m probably attractive—I get a lot of longing looks—and I am definitely a nymphomaniac.

  I love my husband dearly but he does not satisfy me. This, coupled with his absences on sales trips, often leads me to seek extramarital pleasures. Yesterday’s adventure was fairly typical.

  The telephone rang and woke me at nine a.m. It was my friend Callie inviting me for coffee. Usually, with Callie, that means a session with her in bed as well. She is thirty years old, five-foot-six, 36C-24-36, black and beautiful.
Callie is addicted to the way I lick her pussy. Yesterday, we had our morning coffee, jumped in bed, and did a lot of petting. Then I ate her pussy.

  Once Callie came, it was my turn. I tend to flow like a river when I reach a climax, and Callie drinks it all up greedily.

  By eleven, our fingers and tongues having done all they could, I was out cruising the local roads looking for likely sites to stage a breakdown and break out the air mattress I keep handy in the back of the van.

  As usual, I was rewarded. There were a couple of good-looking guys among the good Samaritans who stopped and, also as usual, both gentlemen elected to drop their pants upon invitation. I always wear a garter belt and stockings under a loose short skirt when I’m cruising. Leaving my underpants at home helps, too. The men are understandably in a hurry.

  Home, showered and changed by four is a must since I’m screwing the paperboy. I enjoy Herbert mostly because he was a virgin until I broke him in, and I can still safely dispense with condoms. Like any eighteen-year-old, that lad can get it up again in a hurry. A few sucks help sometimes, in an emergency. I try to meet and seduce a college student at least twice a month. Needless to say, the males are easy, once you overcome their fright. You have to spend a great deal of effort becoming a young woman’s friend and confidante before you can bed her.