Penthouse Uncensored V

by Penthouse Uncensored V (Letters to Penthouse IX

  “Fuck me, honey,” Sally moaned. I had never actually fucked her before, so this would be a first. I got between her legs and slowly slid my seven inches into her slick, tight hole. I was soon in up to my balls and it felt like a velvet glove around my cock. Her cunt muscles squeezed my prick, and her legs wrapped themselves around my ass, pulling me in tighter against her. She started moaning, “Fuck me, honey, fuck me, it’s been so long!” I fucked her hard and deep, and she soon screamed, “I’m there!” and dug her nails into my back. I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her scream. Her cunt milked my cock and I let go with a good load.

  The following morning I got up about ten o’clock, put on my robe and went down to get a cup of coffee. Sally had left a note saying that she had gone shopping with a few of her friends and would see me later. When I walked into the living room Lorna was there, reading a book. I did a double take. She had on the smallest thong bikini I had ever seen. Lorna was about five feet tall and maybe one hundred pounds. Her tits were small, but her body was firm and curvy as hell.

  She looked up from her book and said, “Good morning. Is Mom a good fuck?”

  I was taken back by her bluntness, and told her she shouldn’t talk about her mother that way. “Christ, Peter,” she said, “the way she was moaning last night, I knew you guys were at it.” Then, before I could move, she stood up and pulled off her bikini! God, she had a hairy little cunt. “Do you think you could make me moan like that?” she said.

  “Damn,” I said, “your mom would kill me if she ever found out I touched you.”

  She just smiled. “Mom and I had a long talk before she left. She told me how good you are.” I was now looking at her tits, which were about the size of small oranges. The areolae had to be at least two inches across, and the nipples stood out a good half inch.

  All I had on was my robe. My cock was as hard as a lead pipe. I leaned over and took one of her nipples in my mouth. She reached through my robe and grabbed my cock. “Oh God, you feel big,” she moaned. “Do me like you did Mom last night.”

  I sat her on a chair and draped her legs over the arms. Her pussy was all puffed up and wide open. Her little clit was peeking out from under its hood. Creamy juice was oozing out her hole. I started licking her thighs, not touching her pussy, until finally she pleaded for me to lick her cunt.

  I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was licking her lips. Her hands were on her tits, pulling on her nipples. I moved my tongue to her clit, and her ass came off the chair as though she had gotten an electric shock. I put my tongue at the bottom of her slit and licked up the nectar that flowed out. It wasn’t long before she was twisting and moaning, “Oh God, it’s happening! I’m there!” I put my hands under her ass and stuck my tongue in her hole.

  Her stomach muscles tightened and a gush of pussy cream flooded my mouth. Her fingers plucked at her nipples as though she was trying to pull them off. Her shrieks echoed around the apartment.

  I never stopped eating her pussy, and was soon rewarded with a second burst of cunt cream. “Oh God, Peter, fuck me!” she begged. “Fuck me, I need to feel your cock in me!” I straightened up and positioned my throbbing tool between her thighs. Her cunt juice was still flowing, so I had no trouble easing it deeply into her tight hole.

  When my seven-incher hit bottom she moaned, “Oh God, you’re so big! Fuck me good. I’m almost there!” Her cunt muscles started squeezing my cock. I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked it hard.

  Her little ass came off the chair and her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling my cock in up to the hilt. I felt that tingling sensation in my balls, and in a minute I was spurting hot come into her cunt. She was yelling and squirming, and tears of joy were running down her face.

  When we were both finished I pulled out, my cock limp as a wet noodle. Lorna got up and went to take a shower. A minute later, Sally came in. As soon as she saw me she started taking off her clothes. “I hope you still have some juice in that cock for me,” she said. “Because I’m ready!”

  I knew right then that this was going to be one week I would never forget.—P.T., Sacramento, California

  HE GAVE HIS WIFE A FUR COAT AND IT KEPT THEM BOTH HOT

  My name is Kris and my wife’s name is Peggy Anne. About five years ago, when I was forty-four and my wife was thirty-seven, I bought her a knee-length fur coat for Christmas. It was a light-colored mink with white fox fur on the sleeves.

  Why am I telling you about my wife’s fur coat? Because it turned out to be one of the best buys of my life, considering that it led to one of the greatest sexual experiences I have ever had.

  I would like to describe my wife. Peggy Anne is just barely five feet tall. She has dark blonde hair that she highlights to great effect and wears in a short stylish cut. She has firm, well-shaped tits that sag very little for her age. While her breasts are not large, they are more than proportionate to her petite size-six body. She fills out her blouse very well, and when she goes without a bra she draws many looks from those around her. Her tits are capped with large nipples that respond quickly to any stimulation.

  Peggy Anne loves it when attention is paid to her breasts. Sometimes while she is watching some of those stupid TV shows I hate, I will lie across her lap and suckle at her breasts. She is very content to sit there and let me mouth her tits for an hour or more. While she has never had an orgasm from breast stimulation alone, she has come within seconds when I rub her pussy after one of these sessions.

  Peggy Anne has a narrow waist that flares out gently to great hips. She has a magnificent ass, consisting of two of the softest, firmest, roundest cheeks anyone has ever grabbed. They fill out the seat of her jeans very well.

  Then there are her legs. They are well shaped from years of athletic activity. Her thighs are satin-smooth and firm. Her calves look fantastic when she has on a pair of high heels. I love to have those legs wrapped around my back, or even better, around my head as I play with her pussy. In short, Peggy Anne looks at least as good in the nude as she does with clothes on.

  We were living near Chicago at the time of this experience. During the winters there, a fur coat is very useful. Also, I loved the way it looked on her when she tried it on in the store, not knowing I was going to come back later and buy it. She sure was surprised when she opened the package. Being the sort of woman who responds well to favors, she returned the surprise a couple of weeks later. Here is how it happened:

  We had planned to go out for dinner and then take in a show, so it was a perfect occasion for her to wear her new coat. I got home from work about five o’clock, planning to take a shower and get dressed for an elegant evening out. When I walked to the door, Peggy Anne appeared ready to go. She had on the fur coat, hose and high heels. Surprised, I asked if it was time to leave already.

  She replied that we had plenty of time. I commented that she seemed very eager to wear the coat, and asked if she wouldn’t get hot wearing it while I got ready. She just chuckled and handed me a cold beer. Then she stepped back and opened the coat. She didn’t have anything on underneath. My mouth dropped wide open. I asked her if she planned on going out like that. She smiled and said that what she was planning right then was to relieve the tensions of my day.

  I took a very long drink of my beer. My wife was standing there in nothing but her fur coat, a pair of thigh-high hose and her heels. She could have been a model who had stepped from the pages of Penthouse Letters right into our house. I could tell that she was already aroused. She had a seductive look in her eye and her turgid nipples stuck stiffly out from her tits. She advanced toward me, took the beer from my trembling hand and kissed me passionately. She began slowly unbuttoning my shirt, kissing every inch of flesh that she uncovered. When she was finished with the buttons, she slipped the shirt off my body.

  Peggy Anne then led me to the den, where she had the foldout bed set up. There were candles burning everywhere, and music was playing softly on the stereo. She had planned this
well. She sat me down on the edge of the bed and slowly removed my shoes and socks. I sat there watching my beautiful wife’s naked body wrapped in fur as she did this. She had me stand up so she could remove my pants. She then slipped down my jockey shorts, and my hardening dick popped free. Peggy Anne quickly engulfed the mushroom head of my cock with her hot mouth. She started sucking on it, her head bobbing slowly up and down.

  While she was doing that she began to stroke my lower abdomen, thighs and groin with the soft fur of her coat. My dick got so hard I thought it was going to lift her right off the floor. It was so hard it almost hurt. She was flicking her tongue against the under-side of my sensitive tool while she kept fucking me with her mouth. My legs were trembling so hard I thought I would fall down. She kept this up until I was on the verge of exploding. Then she stopped this mouth magic and slipped her ruby-red lips off my pole. My cockhead was more swollen than I ever saw it, and I almost expected it to burst open from all the blood that had pumped into it.

  Peggy Anne then stood and pressed her naked body against me, kissing me passionately while the fur coat brushed against my skin. She then pushed me back on the bed and slowly dragged her hot twat up along my body until it was positioned above my face, then smashed her wet swollen cunt lips down on my mouth. My nose was buried in her pussy fur while the softer fur of the coat brushed against my face.

  I reached up and started playing with my wife’s tits, which bounced up and down as she humped my mouth. I held them so the nipples thrust out between my fingers, and Peggy Anne raised her arm and rubbed the fur at her sleeve over those vibrating nipples. Between my thrusting tongue on her clit and the sensation of the fur on her tits, she soon erupted in a violent, noisy orgasm, rubbing her twat fiercely against my lips and screaming as the waves of pleasure flowed through her body.

  As she eased the pressure on my mouth, I continued to suck the love juices flowing from her pussy. Her body twitched each time my tongue flicked over her rigid clit. After a minute she pulled away and slid back down my body, dragging her wet cunt across my skin and leaving a slick trail of dew.

  Peggy Anne now reached for my steely shaft and positioned the head at the entrance to her dripping love tunnel. Then, with a quick downward move, she engulfed my throbbing meat to the hilt. I felt my dick crash into her cervix as those velvety walls tightened around my shaft. Peggy Anne gave a soft moan and ground her cunt into my pelvis.

  She was keeping my dick buried as deep as it would go while stimulating her clitoris on my pubic hair. She kept stroking my chest with her fur coat. My skin was tingling. The fur on the bottom of the coat was tickling my thighs and groin. I groaned with delight. The sensation was unbelievable.

  Peggy Anne now began to move her hips, first slowly, then faster and faster, till she was riding me for all she was worth. She was moaning loudly and rocking wildly on my dick. I knew her orgasm was close.

  The sight of my wife’s beautiful breasts swinging with her movements, the touch of the soft fur brushing against my skin, and the sensation of her hot pussy sliding up and down my cock were all too much for me. I felt my nuts start to tighten. Then, just as Peggy Anne screamed out that she was coming, I erupted. Surge after surge of hot come pumped out of my dick and into my wife’s cunt.

  Her spasming twat sucked every drop of jism from my body. Slowly her hips stopped rocking and she leaned down to kiss me as I told her how much I loved her.

  “Okay,” Peggy Anne said. “I guess we can go now.” Then she ran upstairs to shower. I lay there for a moment, wondering what had hit me. Then I slowly got up on my weak legs and joined my wife in the shower.

  We had to rush a little to get to the show on time, but the delay was certainly worth it. Every time Peggy Anne brushed me with that fur coat during the evening, my dick got hard again. Peggy Anne knew that and did it often; smiling slyly as she did. What a night!—K.O., Cicero, Illinois