Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  For the first few days at my house, we were all over each other, fucking, sucking and ass-fucking hour after hour. Gertrude was the first woman I ever had that was enthusiastic about butt-fucking. I could get her shivering with excitement just by talking about bending her over, working my spit against her asshole, and working my cock in. By the time we left for a vacation in Miami Beach, we were really loose with each other, grabbing pussy or cock or tit whenever we felt like it.

  In the car, I had her kneel down in the front seat, pull my wrinkled, stiff dick out, and suck it. She was extremely enthusiastic. Since she had double-knit slacks on, I couldn’t get to her cunt. I settled for playing with her erect nipples. They stick out really hard from her somewhat firm tits when she’s hot.

  We were just getting to the boat dock to go sailing when she started coming all over the place. Her eyes rolled back and she started making some very nasty grunting sounds as I told her what a nasty cock-sucking slut she was. When I told her to make more noise while I rubbed her cunt, she went really crazy. On the sailboat, we cooled it, except when I pulled my dick out of my swim trunks and she sucked it! Don’t know where she learned such excellent breath control, but it seems like she never needs to breathe.

  Things got much hotter on the way to lunch later; when we pulled out of the lot, she lit a reefer, and we got wasted. Soon she was back on the floor with my extremely hard six inches deep in her throat. Gertrude makes the loudest slurping and sucking sounds when she swallows cock. Since she had a short bathing suit skirt on, I immediately yanked the bottom portion over her butt so I could play with her asshole and cunt.

  Her cunt was extremely wet. I started fucking her with two fingers while she went crazy on my cock, almost standing on her head to get my balls in her mouth. I started telling her that her willingness to take it in the ass was a dream come true. Ever since I was in the Korean War I had always wanted an ass-fucking woman to please me.

  This is the kind of language that makes this Bible Belt babe go insane! But now, we were in heavy traffic at a red light. As a truck pulled up next to us, I said I hoped the driver was watching (he was!) and slid a finger up her ass. The very thought of the driver watching her suck me as I worked a finger up her pussy got us close to climax. As we turned left into the restaurant lot I started moving my fingers back and forth, rubbing them together and pressing on her very obvious G-spot. I told her if she didn’t come really hard before I parked, we would park in front of the door and I would jerk her off with people being able to see her as they went in or out. She pulled my dick from her mouth and started screaming and humping up and down. It was great!

  She was exhausted during lunch, barely eating. She kept talking about never having been so hot or wild. When I went to the restroom, my cock was drooling pre-come. I saved some on my finger and rubbed it under her nose when I returned. She got off on the smell and said it was time to go fuck in the hotel.

  On the way to the hotel, we played around again. Instead of walking to our room, I pointed out a sign that said “gazebo.” When I started in that direction, she got a really slutty smile on her face and said nothing. Even though the sun had just gone down, there was no one there. I sat her down, unzipped my shorts, and started fucking her mouth. She acted like there was no thought in her but to be used, as she said later, as my come receptacle. Since I hadn’t spurted all afternoon I was soon jamming her mouth hard. I exposed her tits so I could rub my come all over her nipples. When I was ready to shoot my load she leaned back, opened her mouth, held her tits up and told me to spray wherever I wanted. I soaked her cute nipples. She licked me clean and I returned the favor, sucking her tits until she came quietly.

  This wasn’t the end; back in the room, we started fucking again immediately. I still hadn’t been in her cunt or ass since the morning. As we screwed, we talked about how we liked to fuck in public—Gertrude enjoys being told what a bad girl she is for running the risk of being caught with a cock in her mouth by strangers. Suddenly, I pulled my cock out, pulled her up off the bed, and headed to the balcony. Without any words or hesitation, I turned her around, bent her over until her hands were on the ground, and in one smooth motion fucked her pretty ass with all I had. The noises she made were incredible—with all our previous practice and effort, I don’t think I’d ever gotten so deep into her ass. It felt great to be screwing her butt while looking down at the people entering and leaving the hotel. She pulled off my dick and moaned, “Fuck me in the bathroom, on the marble floor!” Fine with me. In no time I was on top of her, shoving my cock in her mouth while my hand fucked her ass and cunt.

  Gertrude was coming every few minutes, harder and harder. Finally, in a frantic voice she begged me to really stretch her ass. I bent her over the tub, put one finger from each hand in her ass, and stretched it in every direction. I told her to make a lot of noise—so that everyone would hear that she was a proud assfucking babe. She came so loudly and hard I had to help her to the bed.

  This was not the end of the fun for that trip. We learned more about each other. We realized our fantasies overlapped quite a bit. Maybe I’ll write about the weekend that she made love to an old man at a nearby nursing home. Thanks to Gertrude, he’s now known as the Man of Steel!—J.P., Parma, Ohio

  HOW TRUE IT IS: “SEX DOESN’T END WHEN A WOMAN TURNS FIFTY”

  I am a fifty-six-year-old woman, widowed five years ago. I married at twenty—a virgin—and enjoyed a wonderful sex life all my married years. I have been healthy all my life, and only weigh eight pounds more than I did the day I was married. I swim every day and eat healthy food.

  A few weeks ago the house next to mine caught fire. The remains had to be torn down and a new house built. The work crew asked if they could store drinking water in my refrigerator, the weather being very warm. This I readily agreed to.

  I spend a lot of time in my flower garden and yard, dressed in shorts and a halter top. Several days after work started on the new house, I was sitting at my desk in the den, and through the open window I could hear a conversation between several of the workers who were having a coffee break. They were talking about me and my lovely figure. One commented on my beautiful legs, saying, “I’d like to kiss them from her toes to her beaver. Then I want to get my tongue in that beaver and suck on her clit.”

  His remarks stayed in my head for days. I soon figured out which one had spoken those words. He was an attractive man, husky, and always seemed happy. I watched him every day, and one night as I slept I dreamed of him kissing my legs, which ended in a climax for me. I awoke to a surprisingly wet vagina, the first one I ever remember having from a dream. I touched myself, enjoying the feeling of rubbing my own soft flesh. I was really getting into what I was doing, and soon went over the top in a shattering orgasm.

  I could not get this man out of my mind, so I spent a lot of time in the yard and garden, hoping I would be seen and that I would see him. The day came when he came into the garden and asked if he could put a container of water in my fridge. Of course I said yes, and invited him in with me. My heart was beating fast. I wanted him.

  I asked him if he would help me move a desk in the rec room, as I wanted to clean behind it. He readily agreed. We moved the desk, but in the process I bumped my thigh. He was sorry I was hurt, and put his hand on my thigh. His touch drove me wild. I pulled his head toward me. Instead of kissing my lips, he dropped to his knees and was kissing my legs and holding my bum.

  Lust drove me to pull this man’s head into my crotch. He picked me up and laid me flat on my back on the floor, pulling my shorts down, along with my panties.

  He spread my legs and began licking my vagina. I was wild with desire from his licking me when he stood up, undid his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down. An overwhelming wave of lust washed over me, and I craved the cock he exposed to me. He lowered himself gently on top of me, and I felt his glorious cock enter me. I couldn’t stop squirming as I felt the release of all my pent-up desire.

  I exploded
. When I came back to reality that cock was still in me, and I still wanted to feel it probing me. I was aware that all the time I’d been recovering from my orgasm he had been thrusting in and out of my vagina, and I loved every minute of it. His movements became faster. Suddenly he broke out in a small sweat, pushed all the way into me, and I felt the spurt of his sperm, which sent me all the way.

  When reality returned the second time he was standing over me, looking down at me tenderly. He kissed me, and told me I was wonderful. He shyly asked if we would be able to do it all again later. I told him it was a good idea.

  He withdrew his cock, then bent down and played with my clit. Straightening up, he said he would be back later in the afternoon.

  The men left the new house at five o’clock, and I was disappointed when I didn’t see my man. Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on my back door. There stood my heart’s desire. In no time, I was naked on my bed and being fucked. Two months later I’m getting laid regularly and feeling like a bride. All my friends comment on how well I look. Sex doesn’t end when a woman passes fifty.—R.S., Selma, Alabama

  HIS NEW SWEETIE SHOWS HIM WHAT’S SWEETER THAN ICE CREAM: THEIR CREAM

  I had a book of Bukowski’s poems on my lap and Coltrane blowing his own poetry thru his sax on the CD player. I wondered why women go for assholes, guys who just want what’s between their legs, with no respect at all.

  My year-and-a-half relationship had ended several months ago. I had drowned myself in work and reading, controlling carnal desires by masturbating at least three times a week. I’m not unattractive, or too shy to meet people. I didn’t know where to find the right women.

  The bookstore offered nice sights, but they all seemed to have boyfriends. Bars were filled with horny assholes and drunk women who just played games. I wanted to meet someone special, someone I could have a conversation with after a night of love-making.

  I had about given up when one night I went to the snowball stand near me. Ahead of me in line was a brunette with a firm ass and heavenly legs. I begged the gods to get her to turn around. At that moment she glanced back, right into my eyes.

  I couldn’t help but fall in love with this green-eyed goddess. Her face was like silk. Her lips were just right for savoring and sensually sucking. Her eyes said she might be interested in this lonely poet gazing at her.

  While she ordered, I told myself I had to say something. I couldn’t pass this up. What did I have to lose? But what to say to this beauty?

  “I’ll take a large sky-blue with marshmallow,” she told the clerk in a silky voice.

  And I blurted out, “You know, ice cream would go better with that snowball.”

  I regretted it immediately. But I do like ice cream with snowballs, and anyway I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I was astonished when she turned to me and said, “I can think of tastier places to put ice cream than the bottom of a snowball.”

  In her eyes I saw a look of total sexual desire. She had signaled me to grab her and whisk her away to my place to find out what was really tastier. I had a pretty good idea that she would be.

  “My name is Terry,” I said, “and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are.”

  “Well, I’m Elizabeth, and all I needed was your smile to tell me you want me.”

  By now her snowball was done. I ordered mine, cherry with vanilla ice cream on the bottom. She waited next to me, dipping her spoon into the gooey marshmallow and bringing it to her mouth, licking the white mess off with a pink tongue that whispered, “I want this to be you.”

  After paying, I turned and asked Elizabeth if she’d like to come back to my place.

  “Sure, we can find out which is more fun to lick off our hot bodies, my marshmallow or your ice cream.”

  I wanted to grab her hand and run home, but I didn’t want to screw this up. It had been too long for me to scare off a willing woman when I needed her the most.

  We reached my place. I fired up the CD player, and sensual jazz came through the speakers. Elizabeth came up behind me, placed her hand on my chest and traced circles down to the top of my pants. “Let’s get these clothes off, shall we?”

  I turned around and drew her to me. We stood there with our mouths dancing and our hands exploring every curve of each other’s body. Elizabeth pulled my shirt up over my head and sucked on my nipples. This had never happened to me. Despite the tickle, orgasmic tingles ran up my spine.

  Thinking had yielded to pure desire. I lifted Elizabeth’s T-shirt to find firm breasts hiding behind a black see-through bra. The nipples were as hard as my love member. I undid the clasp and bared those milky breasts. My mouth plunged to the half-dollarsize nipples. She moaned as my tongue traced around each nipple, then swallowed it whole.

  Her magic fingers unbuttoned my pants. She lowered my pants and boxers, then applied her mouth to the place right under the head of my cock where the Garden of Eden became man’s again. Pulling back from my swollen shaft, she reached for her snowball and spooned marshmallow all over my penis.

  “This will be sticky,” I thought, “but it’ll be worth it.”

  She dove back to my rod and sucked the marshmallow off with such vigor that I didn’t think I could hold on any longer. She wrapped her lips around the cockhead and got her tongue beneath my penis, then slid down and back, down and back.

  Eyes closed, she bobbed all the way down to the tuft of my pubic hair and back up, almost but not quite lifting completely off. Her rocking head pulled me to the edge of climax. I moaned. A growl emanated from me. It was the most amazing experience I’d had.

  By now all the marshmallow was gone from my penis. As she withdrew to the head, I knew I was about to come and screamed out, “Please, please don’t stop.” She glanced up, smiled and dove slowly down my shaft one last time, all the way to my pubic hair, swallowing everything male about me.

  I exploded. She enjoyed it more than the marshmallow!

  As waves of ecstasy rippled through me, she stood up and said, “It’s your turn to show me how good that ice cream really is.”

  I nudged her gently to the floor and removed the rest of her clothes. She spread her legs wide. Her clit peeked out of her folds, gleaming with desire. I ran my fingertips over her hard nipples and traced figures all over her body, skipping only her most private area. I fingered the inside of her thighs. Her back arched and her butt scooted closer.

  My fingers had done their job. It was time for the ice cream. I poured the snowball ice into a cup sitting on a table, then spooned some ice cream out. It was cold, but she wanted it. Her eyes cried out pleas for me to give her pussy and clit complete attention.

  I lowered the spoon between her legs and smeared ice cream on her hard clit. She bucked at first. Goose bumps popped up all over her beautiful skin. I smeared more over the outer folds of her pussy. It melted right away. I lowered my head into her love zone and lapped up every last bit.

  Her body rocked back and forth, up and down. At times it was hard to keep up with her writhing orgasms, but I managed to keep my tongue stuck to her cunt, because I wanted her so much. I enjoyed every moan she let out as I ate her out.

  When the ice cream was gone, I kissed her clit, then unleashed my tongue on the erotic spot. As I worked on it with my lips and tongue she had another orgasm, yelling, “Oh my God, oh my God, you are my fucking soul.”

  When her body turned to mush, I worked my way up to her mouth with kisses and Frenched her for a while.

  “That was the best experience I’ve had,” she said. “You are a wonderful lover.”

  I looked down at the rug and saw drops of our come. Elizabeth noticed them too. “Looks like you found something tastier than your ice cream, huh?”—T.F., Oklahoma City, Oklahoma

  LATE NIGHT SPEEDING GETS HER A TICKET TO PARADISE

  About five years ago I worked nights from about eight till four in the morning. I liked it; the commute wasn’t bumper to bumper and most of the time the sunrises were out of sight.
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  Anyway, the hour of freeway driving through pretty countryside was calming, and gave me a chance to daydream.

  One morning I was daydreaming too much. I was snapped out of it by a cop’s flashing red lights and his siren telling me to pull over. I remember fumbling for my license as I tried to figure out if I had been speeding or had done something else worthy of attention from this man in blue.

  Actually, I couldn’t tell whether he was in blue or black or what, because the sun wasn’t up. The side mirror gave me a view of a very tall figure silhouetted against the spotlight. His gait was very slow and deliberate. He stepped heavily on the stones of the road’s shoulder. I wondered what was behind the uniform—man or beast? Could I talk my way out of this, or was I going to get stuck with another ticket I couldn’t pay?

  I was expecting “driver’s license and registration please!” from a bent figure looking into my window. I got those words, but they seemed to come from a torso in a starched, black-belted, accessory-clad uniform on a nicely muscled body.

  As my outstretched arm handed him the papers I accidentally brushed his belt. That’s how close he was to the car. He didn’t move back, as I’d assumed he would. Instead he stood very still and did his paperwork.

  He didn’t say a word, but I could hear his breathing. And it was faster than I would have guessed it would be. Could he be turned on, I wondered.

  I extended my arm out the window and “accidentally” let it touch his belt again. He didn’t move, much to my delight. I did it again, this time brushing his crotch. This time he moved, but not back. His crotch got tighter than it already was.