Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

The next day I arrived at her place at the appointed time. She met me at the door, and we kissed lightly before she ushered me into her sitting room and told me she was not in the mood to work. She wore a white blouse and a short, black, pleated skirt. Sarah seated me on a large lounge chair and I watched her jiggle and bounce as she made her way to the kitchen to get wine.

  When she returned I couldn’t keep my eyes off her large, soft, jiggling breasts. She sat beside me on the settee, and leaned toward me in such a way as to reveal even more of her voluptuous figure. We sipped her fine French wine and made small talk till the bottle was empty. Then she offered to give me a tour of her spacious apartment. I put my arm around her waist as we walked from room to room. Once again, her hand found its way to my buns. I slowly moved my hand up her side until I could feel her boob through the thin material of her blouse. When we arrived at her bedroom she told me that once I entered I would be expected to stay there until she decided it was time for me to leave.

  I could tell that all this was in good humor, and that she had no harm in mind, so I readily agreed, asking what she had planned.

  “I want you to do a striptease for me,” she said, “and you have to keep doing it until you get it right.” I failed to notice the fancy stereo by the bed until she turned on some loud music with a distinct bump and grind beat.

  I started to tap a foot in time to the music, at the same time slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Sarah sat in the middle of the bed with her knees lifted, showing that she wasn’t wearing panties. When my shirt was off I turned my back, undid my belt and turned gracefully back around while I unzipped. My trousers fell to the floor and my pecker stood straight out at attention. All in all, I thought I’d performed rather well.

  The lady, however, hardly smiled. She said my technique was very poor and that I needed to do more twisting and hip movement. Also, she said, she wanted more ass action and that if I couldn’t do better next time she would have no choice but to show me herself.

  I put my clothes back on and started over—this time trying to move more slowly and sensuously. She seemed to like it better, because I could see her cupping her breasts in her hands and licking her lips. As I stepped out of my pants I turned my back to her and leaned over. While leaning over, I reached between my legs, pulled my ass-cheeks apart and showed off my bunghole. This takes great balance, and I could only hold the pose for a few seconds. When I turned around, she was smiling approvingly. I went to the bed, reached for her face and kissed her deeply. My hand grazed her bosom and detected a hard nipple beneath her thin blouse. But she stopped me and asked me to dance one more time.

  This time, however, she said she wanted my dangling penis closer to her face. She kissed it lightly, then turned me around and asked me to lean over. She got some lotion and rubbed it all over my buttocks, subtly bringing her fingers closer and closer to my asshole until one pressed against it and popped inside. She pulled out her finger, put a large amount of lotion on me and reinserted it, rubbing the insides of my ass and softly telling me to relax.

  I could feel her finger well up inside me. I sensed that she was doing something that she hoped I would later do to her. I began to think about how it would feel to have my tongue inside each of her holes. She interrupted these thoughts by getting up and starting her own striptease.

  She danced to the music, exciting me immensely, until eventually she was naked, showing me her asshole as she leaned over to touch her toes. Then she rubbed her boobs against my face as she turned around. After that we tumbled onto the bed. I licked and sucked her erect nipples and smooth breasts. Then I rolled onto my back and she pressed herself against me. Soon she was crouching over me and carefully placing my rigid pecker into her love-hole. Her strong muscles pulled me up farther and farther into her slick hole. We fucked gently, with her jiggling jugs bouncing up and down above me. After a good, long fuck we exploded in powerful, nearly simultaneous orgasms.

  After a brief kiss, I asked her if she was as nice from the rear as she was from the front. She assured me that she was, and eagerly suggested that I judge for myself. I got the cream and greased up my pole, while she got onto her hands and knees with a pillow under her chin. I slowly pressed my middle finger against her dimple until it slowly slid in. When it was in as far as it could go, I pulled it out and put my member against her. It, too, slowly disappeared inside her. Soon it was all the way in, and I fucked her big behind till she screamed with pleasure.

  I was about to blast off when she said she wanted to drink my come. I pulled out and fed my penis into her mouth. She finished me off gloriously, swallowing everything I could give. As I rested beside her, feeling her heaving breasts against my chest, I realized I had just had one of my greatest sexual experiences—at least so far. We have plans to meet again very soon and I may have to write in again. I can’t wait.—E.B.W., Fall River, Massachusetts

  HE MISSED A CHANCE TO GET IN HER PANTS, BUT THE DREAM LIVES ON

  While in college, I once had a chance to have sex with my good friend, Allison. I didn’t go through with it. However, I still think about how it could have been.

  Allison and I have been friends since our first year at college. We lived in the same dormitories all through college. I was attracted to her from the beginning. She has luxurious brown hair, big, beautiful brown eyes, firm, grapefruit-sized breasts and an ass you want to grab with both hands and squeeze. Since she came to college with a fiancé from her high-school days, I didn’t think we’d ever be more than friends. We did, in fact, become very close friends.

  Eventually Allison and her fiancé broke up. By this time, her ex-fiancé was also a good friend of mine, and I wasn’t ready to pick and choose between friends. Dating Allison would have been a quick (but certainly not easy) way to throw away a good friendship. That loss might have been doubled if Allison and I didn’t work out romantically. Besides, Allison had never shown any sexual interest in me, so it wasn’t as if I was turning down a real likely option.

  Time marched on. Allison dated a few losers. I felt lousy when she started dating another friend of mine, a guy called Randy whom she had previously found very annoying. As luck would have it, they made a wonderful couple and I had to feel happy for them.

  One weekend, Allison and I made plans to take a trip together. I was going to visit a girlfriend and Allison was going to visit her brother. We discussed the details Friday at lunch and decided to leave early Saturday morning. Allison then asked me what I had planned for that evening. Apparently, she was feeling sore and thought that a good friend like me would make the time to give her a back rub. I agreed demurely, but my mind was swimming with lewd thoughts.

  Later that night, I went to her room prepared to work my hands off. Allison was working at her desk when I came in, and her desk lamp provided the only light in the room. She was wearing spandex leggings and a sweatshirt. She looked great! We sat around and talked for a while. Then she got up, pulled a bottle of baby oil out of her dresser drawer and asked me if I was ready. while my mind started working out the implications of the baby oil, Allison turned her back to me, pulled off her sweatshirt and lay down on the blanket on the floor. Her back was totally bare.

  After my heart started beating again, I kneeled on the floor above Allison, straddling her ass. I had a raging hard-on. I rubbed, squeezed and pulled at Allison’s lovely skin for over a half hour. As the time passed, I bravely made my way closer and closer to her ass, as well as around her sides toward her breasts. I was just getting ready to push my luck when there was a knock at the door.

  Shit! A friend of Randy’s walked into the room. He immediately flashed a suspicious look at us. I continued rubbing Allison’s back in a very reserved way. We tried to act like it was just an innocent back rub. Nevertheless, our friend stuck around for a chat and didn’t appear to be willing to leave before me. I told Allison that I hoped I had done some good for her aching muscles and that I’d see her in the morning. Then our friend and I got up and left.

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I left, I couldn’t take my mind off Allison and what could have happened. I had to masturbate to two orgasms before I could get to sleep. It was a shame that we were staying at different places for the weekend. There was almost no chance of picking up where we had left off.

  The next morning I knocked on Allison’s door bright and early. She was already up and waiting for me. I helped carry her bags to the car and we took off. Allison spent the weekend with her brother and I spent the weekend with my friend Diane. Allison and I didn’t get to see each other much but (fortunately for my sanity) I spent a wonderful night having sex with Diane.

  On Sunday I picked up Allison at her brother’s house a little after noon. In the car, Allison and I made small talk for about three minutes before she asked about my Saturday night. She wanted the unexpurgated version, so I gave her all the details. I had a lot of fun describing it all to her. Then came the part I’ll never forget.

  “I’m jealous,” Allison said.

  “Huh? What do you mean?” I asked. “Jealous of what?” “Jealous of Diane,” she replied. I couldn’t believe my ears. Allison was staring at me, and I couldn’t think of what to say next. This was the pivotal point in a day that I believe could have turned out differently. Maybe it was because I had had such a sexually satisfying weekend. Or maybe I have a gallant streak I never knew about. I don’t know. All I know is that I told Allison that if we acted on our feelings we would probably mess up a lifetime of choices for an afternoon of pleasure. I sometimes wish I had listened to my instincts rather than my reason.

  When I think back to that day, I usually imagine it happening like this:

  “I’m jealous,” Allison said.

  “Huh? What do you mean?” I asked. “Jealous of what?” “Jealous of Diane,” she replied.

  Long pause. “Would you like to stay at a motel with me tonight?” I asked. Allison nodded.

  I took the next ramp with a hotel sign, and soon we were pulling up to our room. After dropping our bags in the room, Allison said she wanted to take a shower. I headed out for champagne and rubbers.

  When I got back, Allison was blowdrying her hair in front of the mirror, wearing a nightshirt that came halfway up her thighs. I grabbed the ice bucket and told her I’d be right back. After filling the bucket I went back and iced the champagne. I walked up to Allison and hugged her from behind.

  “Mmmmm, you smell good,” I said. “I think I’d better take a shower myself.”

  “I’ll help,” she said.

  “I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that.”

  “It’ll be all right,” she said, taking my hand and leading me toward the bathroom. “It will be easier, and a lot more fun, if I give you a bath.”

  Allison walked around me and started the bath water. Then she told me to sit on the stool. She took off my shoes and socks. “Stand,” she said. Turning me so I faced away from her, she hugged me from behind, burying her face in my back. Then she ran her hands up my chest and rubbed my pecs for just a moment before starting her hands back down my body. By that time my dick was throbbing and straining against my pants. She avoided it as she ran her hands down the inside of my thighs to my knees. She started back up my thighs and ran her fingers over the bulge in my pants on her way to my belt buckle. Next, she undid my buckle and unbuttoned my pants.

  “Be right back,” she whispered, and for a moment those wonderful fingers were gone. Apparently she was checking the temperature and turning off the water. “I missed you,” she said as she picked up where she left off. She unzipped my pants and pulled them down to the floor. Next she started on my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, starting at the top and then sliding it off my back.

  Allison gave me a little kiss on the back, wrapped her arms around me and started rubbing my chest. Then she ran her hands down my sides, hooking her fingers in my shorts as she went, and pulling my underwear down and off.

  As she straightened up, she gave me a little slap on the ass and said, “All right. Get in the tub.”

  So I did. As I climbed into the tub, Allison slipped out the door. She reappeared almost immediately with the champagne in one hand and plastic cups in the other. She popped the cork and poured a cup for each of us. We both sipped from our cups, and then put them aside. I watched as Allison pinned her hair up. “I don’t want to get my hair wet,” she said. “And I don’t want to get this wet, either,” she added, taking off her nightshirt.

  Her body was even better looking than I imagined. Her neck looked long and lovely, especially with her hair up. Her breasts were larger than I thought they would be. Her nipples were bright pink and they poked out about a quarter of an inch. My eyes wandered farther down, focusing on her curvaceous waist and hips. Her bush was trimmed close and I could clearly see her pussy lips. Her legs were fabulous and they were moving closer.

  Allison put a towel on the edge of the bathtub and sat down with her feet in the water. She then soaped up a wash towel and started scrubbing my back. Over the course of the next half hour, we sipped our champagne as Allison methodically washed every inch of my body. I was loving every minute of it, but I finally got to the point where I couldn’t help myself any longer. I cupped a handful of water in my hand and poured it down her stomach onto her pussy. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I think I got you wet down there. Let me get that for you.”

  With that, I dove for the promised land.

  Allison gasped as my mouth started working on her cunt. “Not yet,” she said.

  “I’m sorry, but I have to have you,” I said, getting back to it. Allison grabbed my head and held it for a moment. Then she started running her hands through my hair. I really love that.

  I was also really loving her cunt. My tongue teased her lips, up and down, left and right. Occasionally, I pushed my tongue as far up her pussy as I could. After a while she let go of my head and leaned back, with her hands on the bathroom tiles, so that I could get even deeper into her cunt. I put a finger up her pussy as my mouth started working on her clit. Allison started rolling her hips and gyrating her pussy; I could barely keep my mouth on her.

  “Now!” she grunted as she shoved her cunt hard against my face. I used both arms to hold her legs and ass for extra support and to keep her cunt in reach. Then I stuck my tongue out and shook my head from side to side. Allison started shaking all over. I just left my mouth on her cunt and rode out her orgasm.

  After she settled down, I took her hand and helped her sit up. She immediately leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth. Our tongues danced for a few moments; then she pulled away a little and gave me some quick pecks around my lips.

  “Interesting,” she said. “What’s that?” I asked.

  “I think that’s the first time I ever tasted myself. No wonder you really got into it,” she commented.

  She paused to regain her breath. “Thanks,” she added. “That was really nice. Now let’s get you out of that tub. You’re probably shriveling up like a raisin.”

  “You might be surprised,” I said. When I stood up my dick was stiffer than ever. After quickly drying off, I headed to the bed with Allison right on my tail.

  Once in bed, Allison climbed on top of me. She wanted to take it slowly, and I wasn’t about to argue.

  First she kissed my chest. Next she kissed my stomach. Then she kissed my waist. Then—big gasp—she kissed my cock right on the head. She trailed her tongue down the underside of the shaft, teasing the skin with her breath. Allison and I had had frank discussions about her oral abilities before, and now I was getting first hand proof that she hadn’t exaggerated. She sucked my balls while her hand massaged my dick. Then she licked her way back up the shaft until she got to the head, which she sucked into her mouth. She lingered there for just a moment before plunging the length of my cock down her throat.

  I was just lying back and enjoying the sensations when Allison stopped cold. “Aren’t you watching?” Allison asked.

  “I wasn’t,” I said, “but I will, now that you mention it.”
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br />   She made quite a show of it, always trying to give me a good view of what she was up to. Watching Allison lick and suck my cock and balls, it didn’t take very long for me to get that feeling.

  “I’m getting close,” I warned, but this only increased her fervor. She pumped her head up and down on my dick like a piston. While watching her lips sliding over me, I came hard and heavy. Allison swallowed every drop.

  “Oh God, that was great,” I whispered. “Thank you.” “Turnabout is fair play,” Allison replied. “Now let’s get a rubber on you.”

  “Sounds great,” I said. Allison did the honors, which actually made the act of putting on a condom kind of fun. Then she climbed on top of me and lowered herself onto my dick. I really love this position. I hadn’t tasted her tits yet, so I sat up and started kissing her breasts. Breasts always amaze me—mounds of soft flesh tipped with rock-hard nipples. I grabbed Allison’s ass with both hands and hoisted her higher to get a better angle on her tits. Then, on a whim, I stood up. Still holding Allison on my cock, with my hands on her ass, I walked over to the wall and propped Allison against it. Making slow, deliberate movements, I pumped my dick into her all the way to the hilt.

  After a few minutes of this, my arms started to get tired. I moved her over to the sink and set her down. I turned her away from me and bent her over the counter. Allison spread her legs and I shoved my dick into her from behind. Looking in the mirror behind the sink, I watched Allison’s tits bounce while I held her hips and pounded my dick home. After a little while of this, Allison started moaning and thrusting her hips back while I thrust forward. I reached around her and rubbed her clit while I continued banging her pussy. She started moaning even louder, and then she came again. Her sticky juices squirted out and ran down my legs. I stood her up, hugged her and kissed her neck.

  I led her back to the bed where I laid her down and mounted her missionary style. I kissed her and fondled her breasts while I achieved my second orgasm of the evening. Then she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.