Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  Ronnie looked at me and told me that she’d had two orgasms while we were kissing. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. She went on to say that she was so incredibly horny that if I didn’t pull over and fuck her, she was going to remove her pants and finger-fuck herself right there in the car. Before I could find a place to pull over, she had her pants and panties off, with her feet propped up on the dashboard and her legs spread wide apart. She placed her hand between her legs and inserted her index finger into her pussy. In a moment she was moaning and panting.

  I couldn’t stand any more of this. I pulled the car onto the shoulder of the road and shut off the engine. In a flash I was totally naked.

  Ronnie pulled her soaking wet fingers from her pussy and boldly stuck them in my mouth. The taste and smell of her juices almost made me shoot my load on the car seat. Then she leaned down to my crotch and began licking and sucking on my throbbing cock. She paused to look up at me with a smile and tell me how much she loved to suck cock, and how horny it made her.

  After about ten minutes of what had to be the best mouth job I’ve ever had, Ronnie repositioned herself in her seat and told me it was her turn to be satisfied. I moved over and began kissing her full moist lips, then slid my mouth slowly down her neck. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra to expose two small but wonderful breasts. Her nipples were hard and ready to be sucked, but to my delight she pushed my mouth away from her tits and down toward her wet and waiting pussy. I slowly spread her legs and touched my tongue to her opening. “Oh my,” she moaned. “Oh my, oh, that feels so good!” And after a few more licks she was coming again.

  As soon as she caught her breath, Ronnie said she needed my hard cock in her pussy. I lay down on my back on the seat and she straddled me, reaching between her legs to grab my cock and shove it into her pussy. I could feel every inch of my prick being consumed by that hungry hole as she began to ride up and down on my shaft.

  Then suddenly she pulled away and moved to lean over the back of the seat, legs wide apart and ass sticking out. This was a fucking dream come true. I assumed a position behind her and began to fuck her doggie-style with everything I had in me. Several times I was on the verge of coming, but I stopped to put my tongue in her dripping pussy before entering her love channel again. I couldn’t get enough of her.

  Finally Ronnie placed her fingers on her clit and began bucking like crazy, coming with a force that I had never experienced. She drove me right over the edge, and I came so hard that I thought my balls were coming out through my penis. After I shot my load deep inside her pussy she slid down to my crotch and licked my cock clean.

  Since that night we have helped each other with our sexual frustrations many times. For example, one night when we were in my car again, fucking doggie-style, I removed my dick from her pussy and began licking her asshole. Ronnie went crazy, telling me how good it felt, and how she had always wondered why her husband wouldn’t lick her there.

  I put my cock back in her cunt and began a slow rhythmic inand-out motion, and then I surprised her again. I licked my finger to get it nice and wet and began probing her ass with it at the same time that I was pumping her pussy full of dick. She gasped and moaned, and was soon begging me to stick my cock into her ass. I wondered if she had ever had anal sex before. I knew damn well I hadn’t, but I’d always wanted to try it out. Now was the time.

  I pulled my cock out of her cunt and bent down to lick her ass-hole again in order to get it all lubed up. Finally I placed my throbbing dick at the entrance to her anal cavity and slowly began to slide it in. It was slow going, and it took almost twenty minutes to get all of my meat into her, but all the time she was begging me to put it in deeper. As soon as I got it all in she pleaded with me to fuck her hard and fast. After five minutes of slamming my meat into her ass we both came so hard that we collapsed on the car seat, holding onto each other until we had regained our composure.

  Wouldn’t you know that after I got home, took a shower and went to bed, my wife wanted to ride the pony. Actually it didn’t take long for me to get hard again, as I was still thinking of the fabulous sex I had had with Ronnie only an hour earlier.

  Ronnie and I no longer see each other, because we felt it wasn’t worth the risk of our spouses finding us out and turning a great sexual experience into a nightmare. But I’ll always be grateful to her for opening up my sexual horizons, and I believe she feels the same.—G.F., Charleston, South Carolina

  ONE MAN’S BOXER REBELLION IS PROOF THAT PANTIES ARE DANDY

  There’s nothing I like more than the feeling of female flesh surrounding my cock. A nice warm, tight pussy, a hot mouth or a pair of firm tits are my dick’s idea of a dream vacation. But I have my special tastes too, my favorite of which is the wonderful world of women’s panties. As a matter of fact, I’m writing this letter wearing a fabulous pair of snug, red lace bikini panties that cradle my cock like a second skin.

  Since the life-changing evening two years ago when I first tried on a pair of my wife Betty’s panties, they are all I’ve worn under my slacks, jeans and shorts. Whether at work, shopping or out partying with the boys, no matter what I’m wearing on the outside, beneath the surface my life has been one continuous panty party. The only time I don’t wear them is when I’m bodybuilding or jogging—and that’s only because I don’t want to get my silky, frilly undergarments all sweaty.

  I thought my wife would be reluctant to fulfill my desire to slip into a pair of her panties, but I was wrong. She must’ve read my mind that night when I looked longingly inside her underwear drawer, wishing I could slip into some of her finery. I’d worn panties quite often in my earlier days, but gave it up when I met Betty. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the delicious feeling until that night when I peered into her drawer. I’d never told her of my earlier affection for panties, so I was surprised when she asked if I wanted to model a pair of hers. I’ll never forget them. They were simple pink satin ones with tiny embroidered roses, and putting them on was thrilling.

  Once Betty saw the raging hard-on I popped when she helped me slip out of my boxers and into her panties, a smile came to her face. From her lingerie drawer she pulled out pair after pair of silk, cotton and lace panties and laid them out on the bed for me to try on.

  I think she was planning to have me give her a private fashion show, but it didn’t exactly work out that way. My cock was night-stick hard from the moment Betty slid that very first pair of satiny pinks up my leg and into place. Betty saw the advantages of this right away. She asked me to turn around so she could see my ass in the panties. When I completed the turn, she knelt down and began to fondle my behind without removing the panties. She happened to be wearing panties too, and there was no mistaking the wet spot in the crotch of the pair she had on. Betty nibbled at my cock through the satin, getting the fabric all wet with a combination of her saliva and my precome. She freed my cock and took it into her mouth, bathing me with her warm tongue. I creamed almost instantly, soaking her gums with a helping of batter so huge it took her several gulps to swallow it all.

  My hard-on didn’t go away after I came. If anything, my dick was even more rigid than before. I lay back on the bed and Betty sat astride me. We were still both wearing our panties, which we pulled aside just enough to allow my cock to sink into her sopping well. She rode me hard, grunting and playing with her clitoris. I could feel her cunt muscles clenching my prick, just as I could feel the satin panties clinging to the skin of my thighs and ass. I erupted into her like Old Faithful, and kept drilling upward until I’d brought her to an explosive orgasm as well.

  And still my erection would not quit! We fucked all night, with me trying on a new pair of panties after each climax. By the time morning arrived we were exhausted, but more satisfied than we ever thought possible. Needless to say, I haven’t worn boxers since.

  It’s amazing how much more intensely erotic our lives have become since that night. Before we got married, Betty had no idea that I onc
e wore panties. But now they’re a very big part of our fun. We both wear the same size, so we can shop together and pick out pairs we know we’ll both enjoy wearing. I feel very comfortable going into a department store, with or without her, and taking my time to find just the right style and size. Often I’ll even ask one of the pretty sales clerks for help. When she realizes the panties are for me, she smiles and helps me pick out just the sort of thing she knows I’ll like.

  Once a week Betty shaves the hair on my balls and trims the rest of my bristly pubes so that the panties fit just right. She says that nothing turns her on more than the sight of my stiff log outlined in the smooth panty fabric. Over the past few months I’ve also started to wear sheer-to-the-waist panty hose. At first I just bought a pair on a lark, but I suspect that soon they’ll be as big a turn-on for us as the panties.—B.R., San Diego, California

  Part Two

  Letters to Penthouse X

  A HUBBY LEARNS THE HARD WAY: IT’S ALL IN THE DETAILS, DEARIE

  I am writing you this letter to tell you about a very beautiful sexy lady: my wife, Norma. She and I have been together for just short of eleven years, and married for eight. Norma stands five feet seven inches tall and weighs one hundred seventeen pounds. She is thirty-two years old, and her body measures a stunning 34B-24-33. She is lean and firm and has always had a voracious appetite for sex.

  My beautiful bride turns heads everywhere with her hot body, long auburn hair, radiant smile and dazzling brown eyes.

  When Norma and I first met we quickly learned that we both loved to suck and fuck a lot. We spent the next two years trying to ride each other to a standstill. Then Norma got pregnant, and our son was born. There went our red-hot sex life. Eventually, we came out of our slump and we began to discuss our fantasies. Norma had had sexual relationships with a fairly large number of men before we met, and it never failed to send me over the edge of horniness when she whispered all the sordid details in my ear while we were fucking.

  And when I say details, believe me, I mean just that. Norma was quite explicit when she told me how she had sucked some guy’s cock and swallowed his load, or how she let another guy fuck her repeatedly, just because his cock felt so good. My two personal favorite stories were the one about the married man she fucked and sucked in the backseat in his driveway, while his wife was asleep in the house, and the one about the day she fucked and blew two different guys just a few hours apart. These and other stories about her pick-ups and boyfriends never failed to fuel me to mind-bending orgasms.

  So it seemed only natural to suggest that she help me act out my favorite fantasy—watching her fuck and suck another man’s cock right in front of me. She consented, and we took out an ad in a swingers’ magazine. We received quite a large response. It turned out that there were many men out there who wanted to bang my hot little wife. Every time we got a letter from a guy with a photo showing his hard cock, we would fuck like crazy. We’d talk about that guy fucking her, or how she would suck that cock like a Popsicle.

  Norma decided on a young guy named Dirk for our little fuck party. Dirk was twenty-five years old. He turned out to be a handsome fellow with a thick, eight-inch schlong. Just looking at a picture of it made Norma drool. My own cock measures nine inches, but it is not nearly as thick as Dirk’s. We contacted him and arranged a meeting at our place. We all got better acquainted over drinks on a Friday evening, and of course the conversation turned to sex. We explained to Dirk that watching was my fantasy and that we had chosen him to help us fulfill it.

  Dirk said he was more than willing to help out. I said, “Well, all right. Let’s get this party started.” I took Norma in my arms and kissed her deeply. I paused only to reassure her that I loved her very much and that I was very proud of what she was about to do.

  At this point, Norma took off her blouse and her bra to display those lovely firm tits and large nipples of hers. This took place on our sun deck in the backyard, where any of our neighbors could have seen her. She sat back down in her chair, freed my throbbing cock from my jeans and deep-throated the entire length. Upon seeing this, Dirk took out his cock and grabbed Norma’s tits. When he did this, she turned her attention to him. She swallowed his prick and stroked mine.

  Norma alternated between our cocks out on the deck for about ten minutes. Then she announced that she needed some good, hard fucking. We all retired to the privacy of the bedroom. Norma lay down on the bed and spread her luscious thighs to expose her extremely wet pussy. Even though I knew how badly Norma needed to be fucked, I could not resist diving between her legs and licking her to orgasm. When I had done that, I stood up and told Dirk, “You’re the guest. By all means, fuck Norma first!” He was more than willing to comply. He could not get his cock into Norma’s cunt fast enough for his tastes—or hers.

  I watched in awed fascination as, inch by inch, he slid his fat prick into my wife’s lovely pussy. After only a few strokes she was whimpering and begging him to fuck her harder. Dirk responded by placing Norma’s legs over his shoulders and slamming his prong in and out of her at a frenzied pace. After a few minutes of this, Norma came with a shriek that could have wakened the dead. When she had settled down, she got on her hands and knees, turned her head over her shoulder, and told Dirk, “Give it to me doggie-style.” Doggie-style is Norma’s favorite position, and Dirk seemed to like it too. He fed her a lot of cock from behind, and in no time at all she screamed in ecstasy as yet another orgasm ripped through her body.

  This electrified Dirk. He stiffened and growled like a bulldog as he pumped a steaming load of semen into Norma’s throbbing, gushing twat. After Norma caught her breath, and as Dirk lay panting alongside her, she rolled onto her back and opened her legs. “Come on, hubby,” she said. “Give me some of that home cookin’.”

  I had been overcome with lust at the sight of my wife on her back with another man’s load dripping from her gaping pussy. I could not get my cock in her cunt fast enough. I grabbed her ass and raised it as I plunged my massive hard-on into her tight, slick pussy. I fucked her slowly at first, savoring the feel of sloppy seconds.

  “Did you like watching me come all over Dirk’s cock?” Norma asked.

  “Yes,” I said, and I began fucking harder.

  “Can you feel his come in my pussy, baby? Does it feel good?” she cooed.

  I moaned, “Yes,” again, and started a series of deep, hard lunges. Norma’s pussy was so wet she handled my deepest thrusts with no problem at all. As she built up to another orgasm, she returned my thrusts. Then wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and she again wailed out her climax. That triggered my own climax, and I shot a torrent of white come into her overflowing pussy.

  After that, the three of us had another beer as we rested for what we knew would be another round. But soon we were hard at it again. Over the next four hours we fucked and sucked in every combination we could think of. By the time it was over, Norma had been fucked eleven times. Both she and our guest were exhausted. But Norma is a trooper. Somehow, she found the energy to do me one more time after Dirk left. Our sex life got better and wilder from that night on, but that’s another story.—J.J., Plymouth, Massachusetts

  ONLY THE WALL OF HER PUSSY SEPARATED THEIR COCKS

  In my thirty years I have enjoyed two threesomes that included me and two women, as well as one semi-orgy involving three couples. But the most memorable threesomes I ever experienced involved my best friend and his wife.

  For many years, Malcolm had the hots for Ellen, whom he eventually married. But it was I who first went with Ellen—for about a year, when we were going to the university. She was an enthusiastic and enjoyable fuck, but for various reasons we broke up. And when we parted, I told her that my buddy Malcolm was really attracted to her, and I told Malcolm to go ahead and call her. Within weeks they were a couple, and within a year I was best man at their wedding. After we all graduated from the university, I started a career in government. Malcolm and Ellen, however, decided to see the
world.

  They were in London when I got a call from them asking if I could visit them for New Year’s Day. Something in their tone of voice told me that this was a trip I would not want to miss. So that New Year’s Eve I found myself in a jet high over the Atlantic on my way to London.

  When I arrived at Heathrow I was met by both of them. As Malcolm shook my hand, Ellen gave me a passionate French-kiss. With what seemed whirlwind speed I found myself in the back seat of Malcolm’s car with Ellen, and quite pleased to have her swabbing my tonsils and groping me. I slipped my hand down her pants and discovered that she wore no panties, and that her pussy was soaking wet. By the time we got to their apartment, Ellen and I were half-naked. Fortunately it was dark, so no one noticed as we stumbled from the car into their ground-floor flat. As I dropped my luggage on the floor I was finally able to catch my breath and ask, “What gives?”

  Malcolm was grinning from ear to ear as he explained that several months earlier he had lost a bet. The penalty, he said, was that he became obliged to fulfill any fantasy that Ellen requested. This had turned out to be taking on two guys at the same time. “So who better to ask than my best man?” Malcolm asked.

  I couldn’t argue with his logic, especially with the fair Ellen now lying spread-eagled on their bed, madly finger-fucking herself.

  “Are you guys going to talk all night? Or is someone going to fuck me?” she asked as she licked her fingers. I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes and buried my face in her sopping-wet pussy. As I did this, Malcolm also undressed and stuck his cock in his wife’s mouth. He groaned as she began feverishly sucking it.

  In a few minutes my face was covered with pussy juice and my cock was dripping pre-come. I couldn’t wait any longer, and Ellen was shouting for some cock. So with one smooth stroke I buried my prick in that familiar twat. As I thrust into her honey-pot, Malcolm fucked her mouth. This continued until I felt her pussy convulse. Ellen came with shouts of relief. Her excitement triggered my own orgasm, as well as Malcolm’s. But that first orgasm barely took the edge off our lust. With come dripping from both her pussy and her mouth, Ellen got on all fours and asked me to slide around for a blowjob. This time, she sucked me off while Malcolm enjoyed sloppy seconds. She came several more times before she pushed my prick away from her mouth. I remained on my back as she pulled her pussy off Malcolm’s twitching cock and impaled herself on mine.