Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  Walking toward the house was one of the sexiest girls I had ever seen. Even wearing heels she was at least nine inches shorter than Aaron, who is six feet tall. Her waist-length hair framed a gorgeous face and she wore tight jeans that perfectly accentuated her curves. She wore an oversized leather jacket, so we were not able to measure her chest with our eyes.

  Damian, our singer, said what we were all thinking. “I want to see her tits. Baby, loosen, better yet lose, thy bomber jacket and let us see what it’s our sacred birthright to see!”

  I went to the door to let them in and led them to the rehearsal room. Aaron came in, unaware of the effect his guest was having on us.

  “This is Heather,” the fool said simply.

  She stepped forward, petite and smiling. “Hi,” she said softly, making me hard.

  I asked, “So, what kind of party are you having?”

  “It’s my nineteenth birthday party, in two weeks,” she answered.

  Damian said, “Well, permit me to introduce the band. I’m Damian, the singer. Kenny and Brian, guitars. Thor plays bass and his brother, Leander, drums. Why don’t you sit down and let us play some for you?”

  Then Leander did his part by suggesting, “Why don’t you take off your jacket?”

  The whole band watched anxiously and she seemed to enjoy the attention. She slowly unzipped the jacket, teasing us expertly. She thrust her chest forward as she slid the jacket from her shoulders. She wore a tight T-shirt with a cartoon character on the front. Leander couldn’t help himself from uttering, “Holy shit!”

  Heather smiled shyly and said, “Thank you.”

  Grabbing Aaron, I said, “We’re gonna go get ourselves some brews.” Once out of the room I said, “Brother, where’d you find that piece of ass?”

  He said he had been doing some electrical work on her mom’s house and overheard about the party, so he suggested my band as musicians.

  Shaking his hand, I said, “Thanks, man!” Shit, I’d almost be willing to work the gig for free, if only Heather would—oh man, I told myself, now you are crazy!

  When we got back to the room, Heather was in the middle of the band and they were crowded close to her.

  She was obviously enjoying all the attention. When we got back, we got situated and started playing. After a few beers, we passed a joint around. Heather started dancing and we went into an original song, a slow one.

  It had the desired effect. Her hands began roaming over her body. She kept moving closer to us and when the song ended, she dropped to her knees in front of Damian. She went straight for his zipper and pulled out his cock!

  The rest of us took the cue and gathered around her, pulling out our dicks. We almost got into a fight, pulling her off each other’s dick so each could fuck her mouth. She sucked us like that for about an hour. She smiled sweetly, having digested all our jism, and said, “I’ll call you in a couple of days. After I clean up, Aaron honey, would you please take me home?”

  A few days passed before she called and we settled all the details. I had to go to her house to pick up the check from her mom. I learned that her parents were leaving her alone for the weekend of the party.

  The day of the party, we arrived and set up our equipment while Heather was rushing around, getting ready. When the guests started showing up, she emerged from her room wearing a plaid mid-thigh skirt with white lace thigh-highs and black high heels. She had on a tight white shirt with short sleeves. She came over in front of us and spread her arms. “Well boys, how do I look?”

  Leander stood up and said, “I can’t speak for everyone, but I’m as hard as a cleanup hitter’s bat!”

  There were about fifty people there and Heather must have danced with every guy among them. Everyone that I saw got a good handful of her too. After watching about a dozen guys grope her and lift her skirt, we realized she was wearing a thong. At one point she went into another room with three guys and didn’t come back for twenty minutes. Somehow, the party went on without her.

  After playing for hours on end, we were glad when the party started to break up. Guys were being dragged out by their girlfriends, and single girls were leaving with lucky guys. But nine or ten guys were still hanging around Heather. A couple of them still had their hands on her. We packed up our equipment and started leaving, feeling disappointed.

  “You guys aren’t leaving, are you?”

  It was Heather, who quickly added, “I’ll get rid of these losers. Wait a few minutes while I do, will you?”

  Despite the chilly night, we went into the backyard, and in another twenty minutes Heather came out. Because of the cold weather, it was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  Aaron asked, “So what do you want to do?”

  Heather looked confused before she said, “Don’t you guys want to fuck me?”

  We roared “Yes!” in unison. Then Damian added, “I wanna see those tits!”

  Heather obligingly took off her shirt and then dropped to her knees. We surrounded her once more and it turned into another circle suck. She stood up and all six of us towered over her. She removed her thong and said, “Fuck me, guys!”

  She bent over and took my cock into her mouth as Leander took her doggie-style and sank his thick black cock into her pussy. Soon I shot my load down her throat and Leander, having held his climax back, turned her around and thrust his cock into her mouth, which was soon filled with jism. She dutifully swallowed every drop. Thor, now behind her, plunged his cock into her pussy.

  We kept fucking the little vixen like that for longer than I care to calculate, until she said, “Let’s go inside, guys.”

  We followed her into the kitchen and she bent over the table and said, “I want each of you to fuck me square in the asshole.”

  We complied. Bobby stepped up first and, using olive oil to lube her up, slid his cock full length into her rectum. He started ramming away, making her moan and occasionally issue a joyous yell.

  Her wails brought cheers from the rest of us. Each of us took a turn in her tight ass, fucking her to the cheers of our friends until she was a bit looser.

  It was starting to get light out when I flopped off to sleep. Before I lost consciousness, I saw Leander pull Heather atop himself as Thor again mounted her from behind. When I woke up a few hours later, Heather was lying with her head on Thor’s belly as he slept. She was idly sucking his big sausage, at the moment limp as a rag doll. When she noticed me watching her, she asked, “Why just watch? Don’t you want to put your dick in my ass again?”

  This I gladly did as she got up on her hands and knees and continued sucking Thor’s dick. When I was mounted, Aaron crawled over and said, “Let me get into her pussy.”

  We all adjusted and soon she was between me and Aaron, with me on top. After each of us came again, we all collapsed in a heap. Heather rolled over on her back and looked at the ceiling, declaring, “Jesus! That was the best birthday party I ever had! I’m going to be sore for days, but remembering the fucking that made me sore just might make me come again!”

  Then Leander looked up and said, “But how about one more blowjob?”

  Heather smiled and said, “All right, just one more for each of you.”

  Unfortunately, Aaron, Thor and I couldn’t get hard again, so we watched.

  Ladies and gentlemen, all names in this story have been changed to protect my friends’ marriages!—J.P., Levittown, Pennsylvania

  A BEAUTIFUL DAY IN THE MOUNTAINS BECOMES A DAY TO REMEMBER FOREVER

  It all began when my husband of three years was working away from home for a month. After listening to my neighbors fuck all night long, I was horny and needed a man to hold onto real bad. Not wanting to spend the whole day listening to the neighbors screw, I got my camera and headed to the mountains for the day to shoot some pictures.

  I drove with the windows of my truck down, so the wind blew my long hair freely. It was sunrise, and the mountains were beautiful. I stopped by a little stream and took a nice picture of the
mountains and the stream. I was feeling just great until I got back into my truck and found that it would not start. Here I was, way off the main road, with no food or water, and miles from anywhere.

  I had been sitting in the truck for four hours when I heard some motorcycles coming down the road. They stopped and did the same things I had done. They lifted the hood and looked at the motor. After a few minutes of this they said they didn’t know what was wrong, but they were on their way to meet some friends and I could ride along with them to the campgrounds.

  I said no at first, but I was hot and dry, and who knows who would ever come this way for a while? Frank, who seemed like the head of the group, said that he would take care of me and get me back to town okay. I never could have dreamed how he would take care of me. Jumping on his bike felt great, putting my arms around his waist as we motored down the road.

  I was glad to get to the campgrounds, because every time we hit a bump, my hands would bump Frank’s dick. The vibration of the bike was making me horny. Or maybe it was because I had not had my arms around any man for a while. They pulled off the road and went off into the trees near the stream, but we were not at the campgrounds where I thought we were going.

  I became concerned until I saw two other women there by a van with three other guys. That made three girls and eight guys altogether. We rode up, and everyone seemed to know each other. One of the girls asked me if I was Frank’s old lady. I told her I had broken down early this morning and they had given me a lift.

  One of the girls, who said her name was Ginny, came over and handed me a cold beer. She looked me up and down, then giggled and walked away. The guys that I came with were laughing and sucking down one beer after another.

  Frank walked over to me and handed me another beer and asked if I would like a hit on a joint, but I said no. I said maybe I should walk down to the campground and find someone to help me, or call a ranger or something. I said my grandfather lives just over the mountain and he could help me. Frank said he knew him real well, and when he was done here he would take me there.

  Frank made me feel at ease. He was a good-looking guy and he turned me on, so I stayed close to him. Where he went, I went. He told me everyone’s name, but I didn’t remember any of their names but Hog and Ginny. I asked Frank why they called him Hog, and all he would say was that if I was lucky I would find out, and let it go at that.

  They completed their business and then they started to play. Soon some people were skinny-dipping in the stream, but I remained cautious and stuck to Frank like glue. A guy Ginny was making out with picked her up and carried her over to a table. He set her down on her back, put his head between her legs and then ate her out like there was no tomorrow. Everyone circled around the table and watched her get a great cunt lapping.

  Frank had slipped around behind me and was rubbing his hard dick into my ass-cheeks ever so softly. My nipples were rock hard.

  Next, another guy came up to the table and stuck his dick into Ginny’s mouth and was fucking her mouth. A guy was jerking off nearby. The next thing that happened was that the guy they called Hog took the place of the guy between Ginny’s legs and dropped his pants. Out popped the biggest dick I had ever seen. I couldn’t believe it was real. I fantasized about what it would be like for a woman to take it inside her.

  It was as big as Ginny’s arm. It must have been fourteen inches long and at least three inches thick, and the head was the biggest of all. I just could not believe my eyes. I was in a daze. I could not move, I stood and watched that big dick move in and out of her. I had never watched anyone fuck before, but I could not stop looking.

  I realized that Frank was rubbing my tits slowly through my shirt. I had not worn a bra, and now my nipples were like rocks. I was in a trance. I was so hot, my pussy was flowing.

  Frank was fast peeling me out of my clothes. Someone had placed a blanket by the table, and in seconds I was naked and on the blanket, spread wide open for everyone to see. I was not only willing but eager for Frank to take me, so eager that when the head of his dick parted my cunt lips, I exploded in orgasm time and time again.

  Another girl was sucking my tits, and one of the other guys was sticking his dick in my mouth. I was so hot, I wanted them all. I sucked and fucked for everything I had. I never knew it could feel so great. Frank blew his load in me and pulled out. I was telling him not to stop. He said, “You are going to get the fucking of your life.”

  By then another guy had taken Frank’s place, and away I went again. I came time after time, with super orgasms like I never had before. Then Ginny came over and sat on my face and ran her pussy over it. Her juices with the traces of Hog’s come were wonderful. I was in a state of tranquillity and loving every bit of it.

  The second guy pulled out, and then Hog slid into position, placing the big head of his dick against my pussy lips and rubbing it up and down. He said to me, “Lady, are you ready for a real man?” Then he eased that giant dick of his all the way in, and I was overtaken by one giant wave of orgasm after another. He fucked me for what seemed like hours before he rolled over on his back, taking me with him.

  Now I was on top and going crazy. Never in my life had I ever dreamed that sex would be like this. I kept screaming for him and them to fuck me, and I didn’t care who heard. Then Hog pulled me to his chest and again with hardly any effort stuck that mighty shaft up my asshole. Another orgasm blew my mind. For the next hour or so I’m not sure how many guys or girls fucked me, but when one finished there was always another to take his or her place.

  I must have passed out when it was over, because when I came back to earth, I was alone on the damp grass and everyone was gone. I jumped up, and in a split second all I thought was, how could I do such a thing? I was just a quiet housewife waiting on my man. Sweat had caked all over me. I ran to the river and tried to wash the day away.

  Then it hit me. My camera and purse! Did they take them? And where were my clothes? How could I be such a fool? I was old enough to know better. I looked around and found my shorts and my torn shirt. I slipped them on, but my panties were gone. I would not be surprised if one of the men had them. I also found my camera and my purse, with all my money there. I was beginning to feel a little better. I had had the best fuck of my life, and beyond the muscle soreness you expect from any good workout, I was no worse for the wear.

  I walked back to my truck and found a note saying: “We fixed your truck. If you want to have another go with us come by the biker bar on Highway 78 and they’ll come up with some guys and give you a great fuck.”

  I got in my truck, and it started right up. I headed for home. After a hot bath and a good drink, I said to myself that I was lucky that I didn’t lose my camera. I went and picked it up, and the indicator said that the film was on frame thirty-six. I went to my darkroom and developed the film, and I could not believe what I saw. Someone had taken pictures of me while I was being gang-banged.

  I still have the pictures, and every time I look at them, my pussy gets wetter than wet. I wish I could share them with my husband, but I know that he would not understand. Since others have shared their joys with me and other readers, I thought you might want to hear about my experience.—G.E., Laramie, Wyoming

  THREE ON A BOAT TURNS OUT TO BE A GOOD START TOWARD BETTER SEX

  When you’ve been married as long as Elizabeth and I have, serious familiarity starts to take some of the joy out of the old sex life. In fact, it gets downright boring. So we talked about things we hadn’t tried that might spice ours up.

  We tried just about everything two people can do together, without a lot of luck. We hadn’t tried anything with other partners, though, and we talked some about that. I thought it might be worth a try, but Elizabeth wasn’t sure. After talking it out, she agreed it might add excitement under the right circumstances.

  We booked a cruise for our anniversary. For meals I requested a table for four by the window. We were three instead of four. Our tablemate was Patrick, a recent wid
ower. He told us he was trying to get back among the living, and thought a cruise might help.

  We advised him to hang out with the singles instead of eating with an old married couple. He said, “No. I’m not comfortable with that yet, particularly women. I’d rather be with you two.”

  We both felt bad for him, because he seemed so lonely, and we spent a lot of time with Patrick in the coming days. The second night out we went to a variety show that was being performed on board, and afterward we stayed for the dancing. After we’d been there awhile, Patrick asked me, “Why don’t you dance with your lovely bride, Leo?”

  I explained, “With my bum leg, I’m not much for dancing anymore, especially when the ship is rocking the way it is now.”

  “Do you mind if I dance with her?” Patrick asked. “Absolutely not—that is, if Elizabeth doesn’t mind.” Obviously she didn’t, because she took his hand and led him to the dance floor. They danced a dozen or more numbers before we called it a night and went back to our cabins.

  We spent a good deal of the next day on deck reading. I read, anyway, while Patrick and Elizabeth carried on a long, serious discussion. That night it was the show again, and more dancing. I watched as they danced, and gradually got closer and closer together.

  Clearly Patrick was very much attracted to Elizabeth. Later that night I asked her about it. She said, “Yes, he had a hard-on just about the whole time we danced.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “Yes, it felt good.”

  “Could this be the one?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe. I’ll let you know.”

  The next day was the same thing. The three of us spent the day in port. Then they danced the night away. Very sensuous dancing, I might add. Again I asked her about it later. She responded, “He started talking about sex. He misses his wife, of course, but it’s been months since he’s had any sex, ever since she died, and frankly he’s very horny. I told him I’d guessed as much, since I’d felt him pressing that hard thing against my belly the last couple of evenings. He was embarrassed, but he said he couldn’t help it, he was so attracted to me. He told me I was beautiful and desirable and he’d give anything to go to bed with me. He said he knows he can’t, under the circumstances. I told him there were no absolutes. He asked, ‘What about Leo?’ and I told him it wasn’t up to Leo, it was up to me.”