Penthouse Uncensored V (49 page)

I didn’t stop to discuss the matter; I was too horny. I dived for her pretty pussy and ate it out thoroughly, pent up from watching her fucking and sucking all night. She came powerfully, and I rubbed my face all over her wet, bald pussy, licking greedily at it. That was only the beginning. My proper little wife sucked my prick stiff again, then straddled it and sank down on it. I wondered how my puny prick must feel to her after so much hefty cock.

I got my answer right away. The only difference in Glenda now was a lack of inhibitions. Not only had she given me a great blowjob to turn me on, but her sweet little pussy was tighter and slicker than ever. Apparently black cock was good for her. And her enthusiasm for good old-fashioned fucking had a good effect on me as well. In recent months, I would have come in an insipid way after only a few of the powerful hunches she was taking on my prick. Now, though, I was so caught up in the passion we shared that I held out until she raised herself for one last long hard thrust, threw her head back and shouted, then climaxed for a good five trembling minutes. That, and only that, got me off. We came together for the first time in a long time.

Later, as we cuddled contentedly together, I told Glenda about watching her and Rosita and the guys.

“You saw it all?” she asked. “What did you think?”

“You’ve come a long way, baby,” I said.

I also told her how much I admired Rosita’s olive skin and big tits. Since then, we’ve done some threesomes with that lovely girl. Not to mention fivesomes with me and the entire original cast. I no longer have to stand outside and watch—but I still like to watch.

At the same time, Glenda and I have a happier, more honest life. Apart from our sessions with our friends, we like going to bed with each other. I’ll have to close now, because Glenda, across the room, is giving me that look of hers again, and licking her lips in a significant manner.—
W.C., Trenton, New Jersey

DON’T YOU HAVE TO LOVE A WOMAN WHO COMES TO THE PARTY PREPARED?

Every summer, a group of buddies I’ve known forever—we grew up together—and I get a beach house down the nearby shore for a week. The shindig is different from year to year. Anywhere from six to fourteen people will come on down for a fabulous week of booze and babes, fun and sun.

Sometimes the crowd includes girlfriends, but this past year none of the guys brought their girls with them. Instead, everyone was hoping to hook up with somebody at the beach.

I didn’t invite my girl either, but I did invite someone pretty special. I first met Melissa on the Internet. She said she was nineteen years old, still lived at home and had brown hair and soft brown eyes. She E-mailed me pictures from her prom, and I was surprised to see that no prom date was in evidence. As for me, although she was cute, I didn’t find myself all that attracted to her.

Like most of the women I have met on-line, our E-mail exchanges were friendly and flirtatious. Because she is on the young side (I’m twenty-five), we would joke that I was on my way over to pick her up on my Big Wheel and that I promised to have her home before the streetlights came on.

She replied by saying that if she were to get home late, her uncle would surely have something to say about her being a bad girl. It seems she was often a bad girl.

Although as I said, I didn’t find her picture all that attractive, I still enjoyed communicating with her because she could keep up the verbal banter with me. Soon our exchanges were going like—

“So, how’s the pussy?”

“Shaved.”

“Really?”

“No, not really.”

I was a bit disappointed by this particular exchange, but I was still intrigued by Melissa. She kept insisting we meet, but I kept putting it off because I already had a girlfriend. Finally I relented. I said something to her about our shore house, and she agreed to meet me there for the annual shindig.

I was prepared for disappointment. I knew she was coming down to fuck me, but I didn’t expect her to be all that good-looking, based on the photos she had E-mailed me. When she showed up, about two days after everyone else, I thought she was presentable, but I still wasn’t especially impressed.

Later, when we all went to the beach, Melissa wore a floral-print two-piece bikini. There was no question that she had a nice, tight little body. Still, there was something about her that just put me off. What can I say? She just wasn’t my type.

Later that night, however, the lack of feeling I originally had for Melissa turned into something very different.

It was around ten, and she said she was tired, kind of hinting that she didn’t want to go to bed alone. I remember thinking then that we were coming up on the moment of truth.

She started kissing me, and I must say that she demonstrated a great deal of skill at it. She told me how much she really liked me. She said that I was really good-looking and that I was the guy she really wanted to fuck her soaking-wet pussy.

As she described some of the preparations she had made, my interest level grew. First off, she said she had brought her own dildo. And condoms. And lotions and creams. And a feather, and, oh yes, grapes.

“Grapes?” I asked. “What are these for? A snack between sessions?”

“You’ll see” was her teasing reply.

Faster than a snake can shed its skin, Melissa had her bikini off and heaped in a (very small) pile on the floor. She was spread-eagled wide, and was twirling the fingers of one hand in her pubes. She invited me to join her in playing with her pretty pussy.

“My type” or not, her perky tits and tight ass commanded my well-trained soldier to attention. And you know, there are certain calls to action you just can’t easily resist. At any rate, I didn’t even try to resist this one. My clothes came off as fast as hers did.

She was already wet as I slid my cock inside her and began to suck her tits. As I pumped her pussy, she told me I was the fourteenth guy she had slept with. She even hinted that she had been with a couple of girls.

“A woman licks pussy better than a guy,” she said suddenly, out of the blue. I let that comment pass without comment. Still, for a girl who is supposed to have been with at least thirteen other guys, she was surprisingly tight.

“Sex with you is by far the best I’ve had,” she cooed.

“I bet you say that to all the guys.”

“No, really,” she said. “You make me feel really good. You’re pretty big too.”

As I was about to drop my goo, Melissa asked, “Would you mind fucking me in the ass?”

I was taken aback by such a bold request, but she had asked too late, for a stroke later her tight taco was filled with all the love sauce I could give her just then. Her heels were on my ass and she was clenching my cock with her pussy muscles to squeeze every last drop out of me.

But the night was not over, not by any means.

With her knees in the air and her heels to her ass, Melissa stuck two fingers in her pussy and used my jism to wet herself again. She made little circles on her clit, and put her fingers in her pussy again when they began to dry.

I had never seen anything like this. I once had a girlfriend who would masturbate for me, but it was nothing like this. As you might imagine, I got hard again really quickly.

Melissa got on all fours, doggie-style, and I fucked her with the dildo that she had brought along. Her tight little ass looked mighty good to me, but since I am pretty big (about nine inches), I started by fucking her with the dildo while I waited for the right time to inset my cock in her poop chute.

Melissa’s rear entrance was tighter than it looked, even after the dildo fucking I had given her. I was only able to put my cock halfway in her ass and got only five strokes before I shot my load again.

I lay almost exhausted, and Melissa went into the bathroom to freshen up. As she was leaving for the bathroom, she rested her come-filled pussy on my cock and said, “Don’t go anywhere. I have one more surprise for you.”

I thought, What more can there be? Then I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, Melissa was shaking me, saying, “Wake up, lover boy! Time for round three!”

I’d like to think that I’m as studly as the next guy, but really,
three times
in less than two hours? I honestly didn’t think that I would be “up” to it.

I was a bit groggy as Melissa announced, “It’s time for the grape game.”

“What the hell is the grape game?” I asked.

“Watch,” she said.

Again Melissa was sitting spread-eagled. But this time she proceeded to stick about three grapes, one at a time, into her pussy.

“Now,” she said, “I want you to suck the grapes out of me, as slowly as you can.”

I was wide awake now, and before I knew it my head was between Melissa’s legs and my nose was right on top of her pussy. I stuck my tongue down her cunt, and sure enough, I could feel the first grape in there.

I tried my best to remove the little sucker with just my tongue, but I just couldn’t get it. After this first failure, I took her pussy lips into my mouth and began to suck like a vacuum. I increased the pressure slowly, and eventually the first grape came out.

When it did, Melissa let out a low moan, like the sound came from the back of her throat. She came something enormous, because I actually felt her pussy quivering in my mouth. I didn’t want to stop her pleasure, so I tried to use the same technique to suck the second grape out pretty fast.

The second grape was harder to get. All the while, remember, Melissa’s pussy was quaking in my mouth. I kept adding to the stimulation by trying to reach the elusive grape with only my tongue. As I reached and reached, she squirmed and squirmed with pleasure. Her pussy was shaking so hard in my mouth that several times the shaking almost made me bite my tongue.

The third grape was even more elusive than the second. After I finally sucked it out, Melissa got on top of me, with her pussy still in my mouth, and started to fuck my face! I never knew that pussy juice could taste so sweet.

She said, “I gotta do somethin’ for you, for that great pussy-lickin’.” She seized my cock and gave me the best blowjob of my life. She deep-throated my nine inches and my balls too! She took all of my cock in her mouth eagerly and skillfully, without gagging once. She licked my cock, sucked and squeezed it with her hand, all at the same time.

When I came this time, the eruption wasn’t as intensive as it had been the previous two times. And of course by now I just didn’t have much spunk left in me to give. Now completely spent, I fell into a deep sleep, from which I woke up feeling really well rested.

Melissa and I still keep in touch via the Internet. She would like to spend more time with me, even though she knows that I already have a girlfriend. She still tells me that I was the best fuck of her life, and that anytime that’s convenient for me is okay with her.

My girlfriend Carly has a good personality, but our sex life is nowhere near as intense as what Melissa and I had. I want to be faithful to Carly, but as I hope you can now understand, my mind keeps taking me back to that wonderful night of sex, which climaxed (in both senses) in the mind-blowing blowjob Melissa gave me.

Carly and Melissa live about sixty miles apart from each other, so there is not much chance they will run into each other. So I could have my (pussy) cake and eat it (ha!) too. Should I? —
O.S., Wilmington, Delaware

FOR A REALLY GOOD TIME, IT HELPS TO HAVE A STUDLY FRIEND WHO’S FEELING TAXED

Last night I had an experience that I thought might be good enough to share with
Penthouse Letters
readers.

It started very innocently, as most of these things do. I have a married friend who is built better than the average person. He called me at work and asked me if I wanted to have a drink or two with him that evening to relieve the stress of having to get his income tax in on time, since it was the fifteenth of April.

We met at the local pub, and we each had a couple of beers. Mitchell excused himself—to go to the bathroom, I thought. When he came back he told me how he hasn’t been getting laid much lately by his wife. He also told me he had just called an old girlfriend of his and she wanted to meet up with him. I finished my beer and started to leave, telling him, with a big smile on my face, to go and have a great time.

That is when the real fun started for both of us. He told me that this old girlfriend of his really got into good sex. He wanted to know if I wanted to come along. Since I hadn’t been getting much from my wife lately, I told him, “OK, I’ll try something different.”

We went to a motel on the other side of town. When we got there, his girlfriend was already waiting for us in the parking lot. She was wearing a big smile on her face and was very happy to see him. Mitchell went into the office to pay for the room while Suzanne and I got to know each other.

When we got inside the room I told them I had to take a shower. I made it a quick one. When I was finished Mitchell went in and took his shower. While he was in the bathroom I sat on the bed with Suzanne. She put her foot between my legs and started playing with my hardening cock through my underwear.

I reached over and started rubbing her pussy even though she still had her clothes on. After about three minutes she stood up and took all her clothes off and lay back down on the bed. I started fingering her clit and put one, then two fingers in her moist hole. The more I played with her, the wilder she got.

I asked her how she felt about oral sex. She said she loves it, so I got on the bed and started tonguing her clit. She clamped her legs around my head as she had her first orgasm. I then mounted her in the good old missionary position and started slowly fucking her.

After a few moments of this Mitchell came out of the bathroom. I felt him at the bottom of the bed. He reached up between my legs for Suzanne’s now very wet cunt.

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening to me. (I am just an average guy with an average six-inch cock.) He was trying to spread her cunt out further, and as he did so, his hands would rub against my cock.