Penthouse Uncensored V (4 page)
A little while later, on the way to the kitchen to get another glass of wine, I caught sight of her sitting on the couch, grinning across the room at Mike. He was smiling back at her, obviously enjoying her attention. It kind of amused me.
On my way back I caught sight of Cynthia and Mike in the hallway by themselves. They were pressed against one another, talking very intimately, while his hands ran up and down her body. She seemed to quiver at his touch. I watched this teasing and bantering, feeling a little ashamed of myself. No one else was paying any attention—or maybe everyone else just had the good taste to ignore them.
But I was fascinated and kept out of sight, watching their flirting advance to outright lust. His hands began to clutch her ass more firmly. Her ass-cheeks were so round beneath the filmy dress. Cynthia, who was obviously getting off on his attention, squirmed and grinned up at him. Her eyes darted to his lips, as if enticing him to kiss her. He basked in this for a moment (as did I, observing unseen) and then leaned slowly down to kiss her, her expression encouraging him.
Just then the music suddenly changed from a slow song to loud, pulsing, dance music. Cynthia yanked herself away from Mike, then pulled him behind her into the living room. I discreetly followed, lingering at the edge of the crowd. Some people were dancing in the middle of the room, and that’s where Cynthia and Mike started to move to the throbbing rhythm.
She moved like a dancer, her whole torso gyrating in a slow, slinky grind against him. Her dark eyes flashed up at him, a sultry smile on her face. I was obviously not the only one watching them because, before long, they were the only ones dancing. Everyone else had stepped aside to make a circle around them.
Her dancing was a blatant seduction. She might as well have been wearing a neon sign that flashed “SEX” as she slithered about, undulating her hips seductively and rubbing her ass up against him. Mike seemed momentarily taken aback, as if too embarrassed to keep this up.
She squatted low before him, keeping in perfect rhythm with the music, and gave him a look that said, “Are you man enough to go for it?” as she shimmied up against him. She made sure the whole length of her body made contact with the very evident bulge in his pants. From that point on, Mike accepted her challenge. There was no turning back for either of them.
She lifted her leg and wrapped it around his waist. His hands clutched at her ass, holding her up as she ground her pelvis into his. Their eyes locked. It was clear to everyone by now that she had nothing on beneath her dress.
The people around me were all amazed—some fascinated, others amused, still others embarrassed. I, too, wondered how anyone could make such a spectacle of themselves, but I could not look away. Then I noticed that Bill was on the opposite side of the room from me, and his eyes were also fixed on Mike and Cynthia. Then Bill looked across the room and our eyes met. An electric shock seemed to pass through me as I looked at Bill. I shuddered with excitement while Cynthia and Mike pushed their erotic romp even further.
As she twisted herself around and back and over, gyrating to the pulsing music, her dress loosened and her right breast tumbled out, her nipple erect and dark. Some of the audience snickered, some clapped and cheered and some, perhaps unsure if she was aware she was exposing herself, felt a little uncomfortable.
But she leaned back against Mike, arching her back and thrusting herself forward as he reached around and clasped her naked breast. As she grinned at the crowd, making sure that we were all watching, her eyes connected with mine and she winked at me. That’s when I knew the naked tit wasn’t an accident.
As she stared at me, Mike’s other hand worked its way down her body, easing her dress up her thighs, revealing the little clump of hair beneath. I couldn’t keep from looking down to see her pussy. The thin line of her labia was clearly damp. I must have gasped or looked stunned, for when I looked back into her eyes, she seemed to laugh with delight at my shock.
She then twisted around, her dress above her waist, and jutted her naked ass out. She started to gyrate her round, white ass-cheeks. I was fascinated by the sight of her cheeks squeezing tight, then releasing and spreading before clenching again. She didn’t protest in any way when Mike pulled her flimsy dress up over her head, leaving her entirely naked.
I looked across the room at Bill. From the look on his face, I could tell that Cynthia was giving him the eye. But not for long, because it was soon obvious from her lewd and passionate kisses that Mike again had her full attention.
The people around were either getting into it or were growing even more disturbed. One woman was so outraged she dragged her reluctant husband out in a big huff. It was kind of funny—I knew how the woman must have felt, but there was no way I was going to miss any of Cynthia’s extraordinary performance.
I watched her coil and curve her sinewy body around Mike. I watched her tongue lap hungrily at his. I watched her thrust her pussy against him, welcoming his fingers as they prodded and parted her lips. She spread her legs to make sure everyone could see all the action. I was stirred—repulsed yet fascinated. I had never seen anything like this. Cynthia was exuding pure, raw lust. She didn’t care what anyone thought—I think she was beyond caring. She was into some amazing zone of sensation where her body and mind fed not just on Mike, but on all the eyes trained on her—on her saucy little tits rubbing against his body, on her ass swinging about in proud display, and her pink cunt, all spread open and moist. The harder Mike thrust his finger in, the more she splayed herself for all to see.
Next she began tearing at his shirt, and then she yanked open his trousers and jerked them down and off. I held my breath and sensed everyone around me do the same. We all wondered how far she would take this.
Mike’s prick was fully extended and already leaking pre-come. He, too, appeared to be in a trance as Cynthia kneaded his balls and stroked his long shaft. She then dropped to her knees before his cock, as if praying to it. She kept massaging it and caressing her face with it. Her cheeks were getting sticky with its fluids. All the while she grinned up at Mike, her eyes dancing with delight.
Then she looked around the room at all of us, making eye contact with as many of us as possible, including me. I shuddered as she looked right at me and crammed his prick into her mouth. She let out a moan, savoring the taste and texture with un-abashed enjoyment.
I began to feel almost faint as my own body quivered beyond my control. Across the room I saw Bill in a similar state, his crotch not just bulging, but with a damp patch starting to show.
Beside me, some guy was standing very close, his breath coming fast and excited, warm on my neck. A clearly sexual energy emanated from him, and most definitely from me too. Around the room people were smiling, their bodies moving, their own appetites stirred. Sucking and slurping sounds could be heard over the music as Cynthia filled her mouth, then moved around and up and down that sleek, wet staff. She was in a frenzy, attacking Mike’s dick with total abandon, as if she had lost all control of herself.
But she was actually very much in control. She pulled Mike to the floor and laid him down. His organ, pointing up ramrod straight, gleamed with saliva. I had a clear view as she squatted over his face. Her pussy hovered over his mouth. He reached up and delicately spread her open with his fingers. She smiled lasciviously at his touch, her eyes darting about the room, making direct contact with her rapt audience. Then she lowered herself as his tongue darted out, lapping at her wet lips and hair. She gasped, like a laugh and sigh combined. Her eyeballs rolled back and forth and she continued to pant and whimper.
She seemed so completely outside of herself, or so far into herself, that she was no longer present. She seemed lost in a welter of extraordinary sensations beyond description. But then her eyes would come back to us, checking up on us: were we still here? Still watching and enjoying her total exposure? As if that fed her, she’d disappear back into herself, to feed that tongue lapping at her clit.
Cynthia shifted away from Mike’s face and, like an agile cat, turned her back to me and poised herself over his magnificent cock. Again she looked around the room, then glanced over her shoulder at me, before smiling down at Mike and sliding down onto his prick, letting it slip deep into her.
I gazed, enthralled, at her pussy, all red and wet as it swallowed up his cock. She rode up and down on his shaft, slowly at first, then quicker. Her round white ass was spread wide and her little asshole winked at us as she plunged up and down with unrelenting force. Mike thrust up into her in perfect rhythm.
It was an awesome spectacle that left me limp and damp. Cynthia was taking us all with her, to the very threshold of total sexual release.
She rode Mike’s prick with total abandon. Her head rolled and jerked, her legs pulsed, her buttocks quivered. Little shrieks and moans burst out of her. Her eyes, now glazed, roamed the room to seek us out, her conspirators in wanton carnality. The whole room throbbed to the rhythm of their fucking, and I thought it was actually possible I myself would come just standing there watching this exhibition.
And then, at the last possible moment, she lifted herself off him as that cock popped, and a fountain of white jism gushed up and out. Mike filled the room with his roars at each spurt. It splashed onto his belly, gushed onto her arm, her tits. She leaned down to catch some in her mouth.
The whole room seemed to convulse as Mike roared and erupted. I nearly passed out. Thank God for the guy beside me or I would have hit the floor.
Giggling, Cynthia licked the come off his prick and slurped it up off her lips. She made it look so delicious, I could almost taste it myself. Then everyone started to applaud and cheer. The man beside me let go of my hand to clap, and I had to steady myself before I could join in the ovation. The tension in the room had been released. We all breathed easier.
The party broke up soon after. What can you do after that? Some hurried upstairs to the bedrooms to indulge their urges in more private quarters, others, including us, hurried home to their own bedrooms.
That night I sucked and fucked Bill like I never had before. Together we connected with something we’d never touched. We followed Cynthia’s ground-breaking trail and unleashed the rawest, most primal parts of ourselves. I could never do what she did, but I have to admit I envy her. I’m also grateful to her for showing us the way. —
J.G., Cincinnati, Ohio
ANNIVERSARY COUPLE CELEBRATES BY GIVING A FAIR SHARE FOR CAB FARE
My first experience with two partners happened on the very date of my third anniversary of marriage to Ian. Ian is tall, very muscular and extremely well-endowed, both physically and sexually. I am always very satisfied with him, but the turn of events on this particular night led me to want even more.
We went out to dinner at a romantic Italian restaurant, where we shared two bottles of wine. After dinner we strolled along the river and smoked a joint. It was a beautiful night. I was more than a little buzzed as well as somewhat turned on. As we turned away from the water and walked back toward a busy street, we embraced in a long, heated kiss. We then hailed a taxi to take us to our next stop, a local club for some dancing.
In the back of the taxi, Ian began to stroke my bare legs, tracing little circles, getting closer and closer to my moist heat. I was wet already. He leaned into me and kissed me deeply, sliding a finger into my unclad pussy. I glanced up and caught the driver watching us in the rearview mirror.
Ian leaned down a little farther and pulled the strap of my dress off my right shoulder. As he hungrily brought his mouth to my right breast, the driver’s eyes bored into us. I realized I didn’t care in the least—in fact, it turned me on.
Ian kept up his attention to my pussy with his finger until I begged for more. He clumsily unzipped his trousers and let his rock-hard dick come out. He pulled me over on top of him and my wetness took him in with the greatest of ease. After just a few strokes, I was jerked to attention when the cab rolled to a stop.
The driver was staring intently into the rearview mirror. We sat still and acted, unconvincingly, as if nothing was happening. The driver said, “You guys are killing me.”
Red-faced, I answered, “We’re sorry. We didn’t mean to get carried away.” Cabbie, as I’ll call him, was apologetic for interrupting and explained that this was a first for him. He admitted it was making him so horny he could just burst.
To my total surprise, Ian, after making sure I didn’t mind, asked the cab driver if he wanted to join us. Strangely enough I realized I wanted them both, and said so.
Ian asked the driver to guess what I love the best. When he said he didn’t know, Ian responded, “You know what she likes? She really loves a tongue in her. You want to taste her?”
Cabbie jumped at the chance. He got out of the cab and came around to open my door. He gently turned me sideways in the seat, then spread my legs and shoved his face between them. He licked and sucked and tickled my clit. I thoroughly enjoyed it. He continued this as I lay back and began to suck my husband hungrily. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a huge rod thrust inside me. I knew it must be larger than Ian’s, because it seemed to tickle all the way to my stomach. For a minute I completely forgot about my mouth. Ian quickly reminded me by guiding my head back up and down. All this was most thrilling, and exhausting too!
We skipped the dancing and went straight home, with a free cab ride, of course. Ian and I showered together and made beautiful love under the cascading water. Soon thereafter we snuggled into bed together.
I felt a little guilty for a few minutes, but Ian held me tighter, placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and whispered, “Happy anniversary, my love.” I felt completely at peace and we slept a deep sleep together.—
T.L., New York, New York
