Penthouse Uncensored V (25 page)

She took off her shorts and stood in front of me in a pair of skimpy panties. Then she began to rub herself through her panties while looking directly at me, with nothing but lust in those emerald eyes. Slowly, she pushed her panties past her hips and I saw the thin swatch of red pubic hair covering her pussy, which was oozing with her sex juices.

Her hands moved down to her cunt. She rubbed her clit with one hand, and with the other she spread her labia open so I could see the deep coral color of her hole. She stood in front of me with her legs bent and head thrown back in the throes of pleasure as she masturbated. Kathy leaned forward and I took her right nipple in my mouth and twiddled her left. With a moan, she crouched down on her knees between my legs and yanked off my shorts. My cock stuck out above the waistband of my underwear. She painstakingly licked up and down the outline of my cock under my underwear, never touching my cockhead. Soon I was leaking drops of come.

Kathy looked up at me, her face a mask of lust, and she moaned, “Give me your cock. I want to suck that big cock now!” I stood up, and Kathy nearly ripped off my underwear. My cock sprang out and a drop of come dripped on her breasts. Kathy rubbed it into her erect nipples, making them shine. Then she lowered her head and licked the precious fluid off her nipples.

She moved closer to my cock, wetting her lips in anticipation. She was totally unrecognizable as the woman I had met at the picnic. She licked along the underside of my cock until she got to the head, then slowly took it in her mouth, running her tongue around the head. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it over her face, smearing the mixture of her saliva and my semen from her forehead to her chin. Looking down at Kathy, I told her she was the most beautiful woman I had ever known. She asked me, looking directly into my eyes, if I wanted her to play with my balls while she continued to suck on my cock. I could only groan in response. She smiled and resumed rubbing and sucking.

She rubbed my nipples when she was through with my balls. All I could do was moan and come in her mouth. My second blast of come went down her throat, the third splashed across her face and the fourth splattered her nose and dripped off her chin. I fell to my knees, drained and holding onto her for support. She licked some of my spattered come off her nipples.

After resting for a few minutes, I regained my erection. I laid Kathy on the floor and rubbed my cock up and down the slit of her cunt. Kathy arched her back and tried to impale herself on my cock, but I pulled away. I wiped up some of the come on her face with my fingers and offered my dripping fingers to her. She raised her head and sucked my fingers into her mouth. When she had cleaned my fingers, she moaned, “Fuck me.”

I inserted my cockhead into her slit and then withdrew, running it up and over her clit. I probed her slit from the bottom to the top for several minutes before I inserted my cockhead into her cunt.

The sight of my thick cock penetrating her pussy beneath the small tuft of red pubic hair almost made me blast another load, but I continued to gently fuck her with just the head of my cock. Kathy’s breathing became heavy and rapid. Her erect nipples darkened to a deep color and her stomach muscles undulated to a rhythm I had to struggle to match. She pulled her nipples and tickled them, trying to bring on the orgasm she so desperately needed. As I withdrew my cock and continued to tease her slit, she reared up, grabbed my shoulders and screamed, “Do it! Fuck me! Bury your cock inside me until it comes out of my mouth!”

I pulled her legs up until her knees pressed against her breasts and drove my cock all the way into her pussy with one stroke. Her back arched and she opened her mouth wide as if she were screaming, but no sound emerged. The muscles of her body quivered. Her eyes became glassy and she was covered in a sheen of sweat. Then Kathy went rigid, letting out a scream of release. Her juices ran out of her cunt and dribbled down the crack of her ass, soaking the rug under us.

When she started to recover, I rubbed her slit with two fingers and offered them to her. She sucked her juices from my fingers and tried to catch her breath.

Knowing that her husband would be coming home, I got dressed. Kathy walked me to the door and kissed me hard on the mouth while rubbing my crotch. We promised each other that we would get together again.—
S.G., Des Moines, Iowa

HE BUMPS AND GRINDS FOR HIS BIG, BOUNCY BABE

I have an older client, a generously proportioned lady, who is young in spirit, if not in years. Sarah wears lacy push-up bras under low-cut blouses that she leaves half-buttoned. At first I was sure she wasn’t interested in me at all. We had a couple of meetings in my office and she had been businesslike and formal.

One day I went to her apartment to review her financial file. I no longer entertained romantic expectations, but I still enjoyed her company and was only too glad to go out of my way for her. During a break in our work Sarah leaned over the table to hand me some iced tea. I resisted the urge to look at her cleavage (which was significant). Instead I noticed her eyes dropping to my crotch. I was certain she could tell I wasn’t wearing under-shorts, and that she could see my pecker through my thin, white slacks. But when we finished our meeting she didn’t ask me to stay, and she didn’t ask when we would need to meet again. I pretty much gave up hope of ever getting more intimate with her.

The next day, to my surprise, Sarah came to my office after lunch, dressed in a long skirt and designer sweater. She asked me if she had offended me in some way, and wanted to know why I had left her home so abruptly. I explained that I had thought she had been uncomfortable with my presence. Laughing, Sarah said that she had actually been trying to entice me to stay, and that she had long been intrigued by the possibility of spending some time with me.

I apologized profusely for misreading her signals and asked how I could make up for my mistake. As I waited for her answer, I reached for her hand and squeezed it gently. She stood up and drew me to her for a warm hug that blessed me with the feel of soft breasts unencumbered by a bra. She said she would let me know how I could make up for my error later. Before letting me go, she ground her hips against me and allowed me to lift her face and kiss her lightly on the lips.

I kissed her again, but this time more deeply, letting my tongue run over her lips until I felt the tip of her tongue searching for mine. I felt her left hand on my butt as her right hand held the back of my neck and fingered my hair. When we broke for air, I whispered in her ear that we should continue our conference at her apartment. We arranged to meet at three the next afternoon. After another lingering kiss she departed.

The next day I arrived at her place at the appointed time. She met me at the door, and we kissed lightly before she ushered me into her sitting room and told me she was not in the mood to work. She wore a white blouse and a short, black, pleated skirt. Sarah seated me on a large lounge chair and I watched her jiggle and bounce as she made her way to the kitchen to get wine.

When she returned I couldn’t keep my eyes off her large, soft, jiggling breasts. She sat beside me on the settee, and leaned toward me in such a way as to reveal even more of her voluptuous figure. We sipped her fine French wine and made small talk till the bottle was empty. Then she offered to give me a tour of her spacious apartment. I put my arm around her waist as we walked from room to room. Once again, her hand found its way to my buns. I slowly moved my hand up her side until I could feel her boob through the thin material of her blouse. When we arrived at her bedroom she told me that once I entered I would be expected to stay there until she decided it was time for me to leave.

I could tell that all this was in good humor, and that she had no harm in mind, so I readily agreed, asking what she had planned.

“I want you to do a striptease for me,” she said, “and you have to keep doing it until you get it right.” I failed to notice the fancy stereo by the bed until she turned on some loud music with a distinct bump and grind beat.

I started to tap a foot in time to the music, at the same time slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Sarah sat in the middle of the bed with her knees lifted, showing that she wasn’t wearing panties. When my shirt was off I turned my back, undid my belt and turned gracefully back around while I unzipped. My trousers fell to the floor and my pecker stood straight out at attention. All in all, I thought I’d performed rather well.

The lady, however, hardly smiled. She said my technique was very poor and that I needed to do more twisting and hip movement. Also, she said, she wanted more ass action and that if I couldn’t do better next time she would have no choice but to show me herself.

I put my clothes back on and started over—this time trying to move more slowly and sensuously. She seemed to like it better, because I could see her cupping her breasts in her hands and licking her lips. As I stepped out of my pants I turned my back to her and leaned over. While leaning over, I reached between my legs, pulled my ass-cheeks apart and showed off my bunghole. This takes great balance, and I could only hold the pose for a few seconds. When I turned around, she was smiling approvingly. I went to the bed, reached for her face and kissed her deeply. My hand grazed her bosom and detected a hard nipple beneath her thin blouse. But she stopped me and asked me to dance one more time.

This time, however, she said she wanted my dangling penis closer to her face. She kissed it lightly, then turned me around and asked me to lean over. She got some lotion and rubbed it all over my buttocks, subtly bringing her fingers closer and closer to my asshole until one pressed against it and popped inside. She pulled out her finger, put a large amount of lotion on me and reinserted it, rubbing the insides of my ass and softly telling me to relax.

I could feel her finger well up inside me. I sensed that she was doing something that she hoped I would later do to her. I began to think about how it would feel to have my tongue inside each of her holes. She interrupted these thoughts by getting up and starting her own striptease.

She danced to the music, exciting me immensely, until eventually she was naked, showing me her asshole as she leaned over to touch her toes. Then she rubbed her boobs against my face as she turned around. After that we tumbled onto the bed. I licked and sucked her erect nipples and smooth breasts. Then I rolled onto my back and she pressed herself against me. Soon she was crouching over me and carefully placing my rigid pecker into her love-hole. Her strong muscles pulled me up farther and farther into her slick hole. We fucked gently, with her jiggling jugs bouncing up and down above me. After a good, long fuck we exploded in powerful, nearly simultaneous orgasms.

After a brief kiss, I asked her if she was as nice from the rear as she was from the front. She assured me that she was, and eagerly suggested that I judge for myself. I got the cream and greased up my pole, while she got onto her hands and knees with a pillow under her chin. I slowly pressed my middle finger against her dimple until it slowly slid in. When it was in as far as it could go, I pulled it out and put my member against her. It, too, slowly disappeared inside her. Soon it was all the way in, and I fucked her big behind till she screamed with pleasure.

I was about to blast off when she said she wanted to drink my come. I pulled out and fed my penis into her mouth. She finished me off gloriously, swallowing everything I could give. As I rested beside her, feeling her heaving breasts against my chest, I realized I had just had one of my greatest sexual experiences—at least so far. We have plans to meet again very soon and I may have to write in again. I can’t wait.—
E.B.W., Fall River, Massachusetts

HE MISSED A CHANCE TO GET IN HER PANTS, BUT THE DREAM LIVES ON

While in college, I once had a chance to have sex with my good friend, Allison. I didn’t go through with it. However, I still think about how it could have been.

Allison and I have been friends since our first year at college. We lived in the same dormitories all through college. I was attracted to her from the beginning. She has luxurious brown hair, big, beautiful brown eyes, firm, grapefruit-sized breasts and an ass you want to grab with both hands and squeeze. Since she came to college with a fiancé from her high-school days, I didn’t think we’d ever be more than friends. We did, in fact, become very close friends.

Eventually Allison and her fiancé broke up. By this time, her ex-fiancé was also a good friend of mine, and I wasn’t ready to pick and choose between friends. Dating Allison would have been a quick (but certainly not easy) way to throw away a good friendship. That loss might have been doubled if Allison and I didn’t work out romantically. Besides, Allison had never shown any sexual interest in me, so it wasn’t as if I was turning down a real likely option.

Time marched on. Allison dated a few losers. I felt lousy when she started dating another friend of mine, a guy called Randy whom she had previously found very annoying. As luck would have it, they made a wonderful couple and I had to feel happy for them.

One weekend, Allison and I made plans to take a trip together. I was going to visit a girlfriend and Allison was going to visit her brother. We discussed the details Friday at lunch and decided to leave early Saturday morning. Allison then asked me what I had planned for that evening. Apparently, she was feeling sore and thought that a good friend like me would make the time to give her a back rub. I agreed demurely, but my mind was swimming with lewd thoughts.

Later that night, I went to her room prepared to work my hands off. Allison was working at her desk when I came in, and her desk lamp provided the only light in the room. She was wearing spandex leggings and a sweatshirt. She looked great! We sat around and talked for a while. Then she got up, pulled a bottle of baby oil out of her dresser drawer and asked me if I was ready. while my mind started working out the implications of the baby oil, Allison turned her back to me, pulled off her sweatshirt and lay down on the blanket on the floor. Her back was totally bare.