Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  He rolled off her then and lay back, but was soon beating off as he watched me fingering Jan’s hot sticky pussy. Jan was moaning and begging me to fuck her hard. I turned her over and mounted her, slipping my dick into her from behind, and began to pound away at her, doggy-style. The feeling of her wet box and Ralph’s hot come drove me wild. As she came I unloaded my jism all over her pussy and asshole, and I knew that at last I was getting what I had so long desired.

  As we lay there exhausted, Ralph reached over and started fondling my cock, which was all it took to get me hard again. Jan suggested that he get down and lick me clean. This was another fantasy I had long secretly dreamed about. As Ralph sucked my cock, Jan positioned her pussy over my face. Though I was a little hesitant at first, I dove in and was soon slurping all of our come out of that squirming pussy. In a few moments I was blowing my load into Ralph’s mouth, and Jan let out a loud scream as she climaxed again.

  All three of us fell onto the bed and lay there in happy amazement over what had just happened. We were slowly coming to realize that our lives had just changed radically. As we cleaned up we decided to continue this new and exciting friendship. They are planning to invite one of Jan’s girlfriends the next time we get together. That, I am sure, will be another letter.—R.G., Trenton, New Jersey

  SHE IS A REDHEAD WITH A RED-HOT NEED TO SUCK COCK. ANY COCK

  My name is Fran. I am forty-two years old and a real redhead. I weigh a hundred twenty-five pounds, have long legs, and my tits are just big enough to fill a man’s mouth. I always wear bright-colored sheer underwear, and I love to tease men by sitting with my legs open just far enough to let them see up my skirt to my panties.

  By doing this I can get just about any man I want. When I see a man looking at me in a bar, for example, and I know he is interested, I will open my legs wide, so he can get a view of my silk-covered red-haired pussy. I also make sure he can see my tongue licking my lips, and it usually isn’t long before he comes over and asks to sit down with me. A few minutes later his hand is between my legs, going up under my skirt to my panties. By this time the bulge in his pants will be in clear view. I will give it a good feel and tell him how nice and big and hard it is, and that I would like more of it. I then suggest we go to his car. I can tell you that I don’t often get turned down using this approach.

  Once we are in the car, I know that his nuts are hot and he is ready for fucking. But I am not ready yet. I want foreplay. I want him sucking my tongue and feeling my tits and hard nipples. I open my legs wide, squirming around so that my skirt goes up to my hips, again showing him my hot pussy through the sheer panties.

  Now I take his hand and put it down between my legs, pulling the crotch of my panties aside; but as his finger starts to enter my love hole I stop him and tell him to take my panties all the way off, raising my hips for easy removal.

  When my panties are off I allow him to massage my hot pussy. As his finger enters my swollen cunt lips I pump up and down until he has finger-fucked me to orgasm. His hand is now soaking wet with my come, and I bring it to my mouth and suck all the hot sweet juices from his fingers.

  Meanwhile I have been playing with his hard swollen cock through his pants, and by now it is ready to explode. As I open his fly to let his prick out, I tell him I don’t want it up my cunt, since he has already satisfied me with his finger. At this his pussy poker usually starts to go soft; but I quickly stiffen it up again by telling him that his cock is so nice and hard, with its throbbing veins and the little hole in the purple head, that I can’t wait to get the whole thing in my mouth and suck him off.

  I lean over on the seat with my legs wide apart, so he can play with my slit and asshole while I go down on his red-hot swollen love stick. I take that prick slowly into my mouth and work my tongue over every inch of it, from the top down to the balls, and then I suck it like a vacuum.

  His finger is in my cunt, making me want to come again. I feel the prick in my mouth starting to twitch, and I suck harder and faster, lashing it with my tongue, until I feel his pearly-white jism shoot out into my eager mouth. I swallow every bit of his nectar, and then I tell him I want more. I know if he wants to qualify as a real man he’ll find a way to manufacture another load and deliver it to me. And usually he does.

  I have sucked small pricks, big pricks, young pricks and old pricks. Right now I am keeping a seventy-year-old man happy by sucking every drop of juice from his balls at least four times a month. So now you can believe me when I tell you, I love sucking cock!—F.W., Topeka, Kansas

  HE SERVICES HER LAWNMOWER, SHE SERVICES HIS LOVE TOOL

  I’m a nineteen-year-old girl, a year or so out of high school. My father is very strict and religious, and even though I am of age he is still very protective of me. He’s never fitted me with a chastity belt, but maybe that’s because they’re hard to find these days.

  Until about two years ago, I was short, shy and awkward, with a flat chest and bad skin. Recently, however, my skin cleared, I sprouted to five feet six, and grew a pair of perky 34B tits with pointy, upturned nipples that always seem to catch the eyes of the guys at work. I have long brown hair that I wear in a ponytail, and green eyes.

  My dad never lets me wear sexy clothes and won’t let me go out with guys. He gives me lectures about morals and sex all the time, and makes me come straight home every day after work. On the weekends he usually makes me stay home and work around the house. It’s so embarrassing. I’ve been asked out a couple of times, but I always have to say no because of Dad. Most of my friends have steady boyfriends, and I’ve heard a lot of stories about their sex lives, but I’ve never even been on a date. I wish I had a boyfriend and could fool around, but Dad says I can only go out with my friends if an adult is with us at all times. So my life has been pretty dreary—until recently.

  This summer Dad has decided that it would be my job to take care of the yard. Every Saturday he goes off to his church meetings, and I stay home and mow the lawn and trim the bushes. If the work’s not done when he gets back, I’m grounded for the week. At first it was total drudgery, but a few weeks ago it all changed.

  It started while I was outside pushing the mower under the hot sun. I was wearing faded cut-off shorts, a white T-shirt and work boots. I was almost finished with the lawn when the mower suddenly died, and I couldn’t get it started again. I tried pulling on the cord and playing with the controls, but nothing worked. I was hot, sweaty and frustrated, and worried that Dad would yell at me when he got home. Just then one of the neighborhood boys drove by and saw me kicking the mower.

  Randy had kind of a bad reputation; he was the kind of guy Dad would hate. He’s tall and thin, with slicked-back hair, and likes to wear an open shirt with chains around his neck. I knew Dad would go crazy if he found out Randy had been around, but I was sick of being trapped in the house, so I was hoping he would stop and help. He pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. As he walked over to me, I looked down at my white T-shirt and realized that I had sweated right through my bra. My shirt was clinging to my breasts, making my pointy nipples stand out.

  Randy looked me over and smiled. “Need a hand?” he said. I did, and I could tell he wanted to give me one.

  I have to say I loved the feeling of Randy checking out my tits. I smiled back at him, and purposely bent over to show him something on the mower, giving him a good view of my ass beneath the brief cutoffs. Straightening up, I said that my dad would give me hell if the lawn wasn’t done when he got home. I put my hand on his shoulder and gave him a sad, wide-eyed look. “I would be so grateful if you could help,” I said.

  Randy smiled. “I’ll see what I can do,” he said. He bent down to fiddle with the mower and I knelt down next to him, with my nipples just a few inches from his arm. I could feel a sexual tension between us, and it made me scared mostly because I was worried about Dad.

  But I couldn’t help feeling excited at the same time. I could see a bulge growing in Randy’s black jeans, and at one p
oint he glanced back and caught me eyeing his crotch. When he stood up his arm brushed my breasts, and he looked into my eyes. Then he pulled the cord on the mower and it started right up.

  I let out a cheer, put my arms around Randy and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. His right arm circled my waist and held me to him, and I felt my sweaty nipples poking his chest through his open shirt. “Is that all I get?” he asked.

  “What do you mean?” I answered innocently, but I didn’t pull away. He looked around, grabbed my hand and led me to the garage. I pretended to protest, but I went along. Once we were in the garage Randy wrapped me in his arms and kissed me.

  I had never been French-kissed before, but I guess some things just come naturally. My mouth opened right up and our tongues intertwined. The feeling was indescribable. I had never even been alone with a guy before, and now here I was in a wet, clingy T-shirt, sucking on Randy’s tongue in my dad’s garage! Randy held me to him, and I felt his stiff prick poking into my side. I wanted to see it and touch it, but I was shy. We kept kissing with wet, open mouths, and Randy’s hands went to my breasts. He pulled my sweaty T-shirt over my head, removed my bra and rubbed my soft mounds. He tongued his way down my neck and sucked on my tits for a long time, kissing and licking them and lightly biting my nipples.

  I was soaring up to heaven, leaning back against Dad’s work-bench, and I felt my pussy begin to tingle. Randy was rubbing my ass and lapping my tits as I held his head in my hands. Suddenly he stepped back and looked me over. I was standing there in my boots and shorts, with my glistening tits fully exposed, and with a look of raw inexperienced lust in my eyes.

  “Well,” he said, “are you ready to reward me for my services?” “What do you mean?” I asked, pretending not to understand what he had in mind. Randy stepped forward, put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me to my knees. He looked down at me and slowly undid his belt and unzipped his pants. I knew what was coming and what he wanted me to do, and I couldn’t wait. My heart was pounding. I helped him pull his pants down to his knees, and then I discovered that he wasn’t wearing underwear.

  The garage door was still open and we could easily be seen from the street, and I was on my knees with my face only inches away from the first hard, throbbing cock I had ever seen. I wasn’t sure what to do, so Randy held my head with one hand and rubbed his cock all over my face. I loved the smooth feel of his penis against my cheeks, lips and eyebrows.

  “I serviced your equipment,” he said. “Now you’re going to do mine. You’re going to give me a nice long blowjob. Have you ever done this before?”

  I shook my head no, closing my eyes in rapture as he continued to rub his cock on my face. “Are you ready?” he asked. I nodded, feeling like I was in a trance. I couldn’t wait to taste him. He put the tip of his cock against my lips and I opened wide, allowing him to ease the length of it into my mouth. “That’s good,” he said. “Now start sucking.” I wrapped my lips around his rigid tool and bobbed my head back and forth, sucking on his dick and rolling my tongue around the head. “Yeah,” he groaned. “Now play with my balls.” I kept sucking as I reached to massage his balls with my hands. I looked up at him, smiling around his cock and moaning softly to myself. It was wonderful. I never knew I could be so turned on. I took that stiff cock out of my mouth and licked all the way from the tip to the base, and then down to his balls. I put each of his balls in my mouth, swirling them with my tongue as I pumped his saliva-covered shaft with my hand. “You are one fine cocksucker,” Randy said.

  I was crazed with lust. “I love your cock,” I replied in a sultry voice, looking into his eyes.

  Randy asked if I would be his cocksucking slut from then on, and I moaned in agreement. “Man, everyone thought you were such a good girl,” Randy said then. “We never knew you’d go crazy with a big cock in your mouth. You keep this up and I’ll have a nice surprise for you.”

  I looked up at him again and smiled as I licked his cock up and down like a lollipop and massaged his balls. Randy reached down to play with my tits, and then he took my head in both hands and began pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. I held on to his thighs and tried to breathe through my nostrils and relax my throat as he pumped.

  “That’s it, girl,” he said. “Take my cock all the way in. Suck on it.” I kept taking him until he had pushed his cock all the way into my throat, and he groaned in ecstasy. My nose was buried in his pubic hair and his balls were slapping against my chin. I loved the sensation of having his cock all the way in me. He continued to pump back and forth, fucking my mouth until he cried out. His knees buckled and he held my head tightly as his dick spewed a load of white-hot semen into my throat.

  That only got me more excited, and I kept sucking and licking the cream from his rod until it was all shiny and clean. Finally he pulled me up, gave me a kiss and pulled up his pants.

  Randy finished mowing the lawn that day, and now every Saturday, after Dad leaves, he mows the lawn and I suck him off. Dad is so happy with the yard he says he might have me paint the house this summer, to keep me out of trouble while he’s at work. Randy says he can do the job for me, but he’ll have to bring a few friends along to help out. I can’t wait!—M.J., Pensacola, Florida

  HE RETIRED TO GET SOME PEACE, BUT THE WOMEN HAD OTHER IDEAS

  My wife passed away last summer after thirty years of marriage, so I sold my business and moved to a nice retirement community in California. Given the fact that I am fairly well off, and still pretty attractive, I guess word soon got around that I was available.

  The first woman to hit on me was Sally, a lonely lady who had lost her husband a few years back. I told her from the start that I wasn’t ready for any permanent arrangement, and that was fine with her. By our third date we were into some heavy petting. At the end of the evening we went back to her place, and were soon down to our undies. She said she didn’t fuck because she was afraid of disease, but that she would like to give me a blowjob. I said that was fine as long as I could reciprocate by eating her pussy.

  She gave me a great blowjob. When I told her I was coming she put her hand on my ass, taking just about all of my cock down her throat. The other hand pumped my balls till they were empty. I lay down on the floor and told her to sit on my mouth. She was a little hesitant, saying that her late husband had never been into eating pussy. I told her to relax and let me take care of everything.

  I worked my tongue up and down her slit, pausing with each stroke to suck on her clit. After a few minutes she started moaning and saying how good it felt. Soon she was sliding her cunt back and forth over my lips and tongue, screaming, “Oh, yes!” as her hot cream oozed out her cunt and into my mouth. After her orgasm subsided she started to get up, but I held her there and managed to bring her to two more orgasms before I was through. We both had quite an enjoyable evening.

  A few days later I was sitting by the pool around noontime when Donna, a married lady of about forty, came over to me. “Boy, it sure is hot,” she said. “Would you like to come up to my place and have a beer?” I said sure.

  We were drinking our beer and making small talk when she came out with, “I hear you’re quite the man when it comes to pleasing a woman.” When I didn’t make any reply to that, she stood up and unhooked her bikini top, then pulled off the bottom.

  My seven-incher got as hard as a rock, but I said, “Donna, don’t do this. I play golf with your husband.”

  “Are you going to tell him?” she said. “Because I’m not. Come on, Peter. I hear you really know how to please a woman with your tongue.”

  Donna still had a fantastic body. She was five feet six inches, and about one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Her boobs were about 34B, and her nipples stuck out invitingly. I thought, what the hell, and took off my swim trunks. Donna lay down on the couch with her legs spread. She reached for my cock as I went over to her. “Let me take care of that first,” she said, and slid my tool into her mouth. I put one hand on her tit and the other on her cu
nt. Donna had evidently had lots of practice, because she really knew how to give head. She had me blowing my load in about five minutes, and she swallowed every last drop.

  I knelt on the floor, putting one of her legs over the back of the couch and the other on the floor. Her cunt was spread wide, the outer lips all puffed up. I put two fingers in her cunt and thumbed her love button. I leaned over and started sucking energetically on one of her big hard nipples.

  She started moaning, pulling my head tight to her tit. Her cunt muscles tightened around my fingers and her ass came off the couch, her cream coating my fingers. Her orgasm seemed to last for a full minute. When she was finished I pulled my fingers from her cunt and licked them clean.

  Then I got between her thighs and started feasting on her pussy. She came three more times before she stopped me, saying she was drained. We had another beer, and then I left.

  I was having the time of my life. I hadn’t realized that there were so many women out there who had never had their pussy eaten by their husband. I went to most of the community functions with Sally, who was the only single woman I was making it with. She knew I was making it with some of the married women, and she was also fucking a few of the husbands.

  One day Sally told me that her daughter Lorna was coming to spend a week with her during her college vacation. I figured we would have to be discreet, but Sally didn’t seem too worried. “Hell,” she said, “at eighteen, I’m sure she knows what fucking is all about.”

  The night after Lorna arrived, Sally and I went out to a dance, then back to her place. Lorna had gone to bed early, so we retired to Sally’s bedroom.

  “I hope that tongue of yours is ready for some action,” Sally said, “because my pussy is hot and ready!” She had her clothes off and was lying on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge before I even had my pants off. I knelt on the floor. Her cunt was shiny with her pussy juice. I started lapping up her liquids, and it wasn’t long before she started moaning and humping her cunt at my mouth while I licked up the sweet honey as it flowed out of her cunt.