Penthouse Uncensored V (56 page)

The second guy pulled out, and then Hog slid into position, placing the big head of his dick against my pussy lips and rubbing it up and down. He said to me, “Lady, are you ready for a real man?” Then he eased that giant dick of his all the way in, and I was overtaken by one giant wave of orgasm after another. He fucked me for what seemed like hours before he rolled over on his back, taking me with him.

Now I was on top and going crazy. Never in my life had I ever dreamed that sex would be like this. I kept screaming for him and them to fuck me, and I didn’t care who heard. Then Hog pulled me to his chest and again with hardly any effort stuck that mighty shaft up my asshole. Another orgasm blew my mind. For the next hour or so I’m not sure how many guys or girls fucked me, but when one finished there was always another to take his or her place.

I must have passed out when it was over, because when I came back to earth, I was alone on the damp grass and everyone was gone. I jumped up, and in a split second all I thought was, how could I do such a thing? I was just a quiet housewife waiting on my man. Sweat had caked all over me. I ran to the river and tried to wash the day away.

Then it hit me. My camera and purse! Did they take them? And where were my clothes? How could I be such a fool? I was old enough to know better. I looked around and found my shorts and my torn shirt. I slipped them on, but my panties were gone. I would not be surprised if one of the men had them. I also found my camera and my purse, with all my money there. I was beginning to feel a little better. I had had the best fuck of my life, and beyond the muscle soreness you expect from any good workout, I was no worse for the wear.

I walked back to my truck and found a note saying: “We fixed your truck. If you want to have another go with us come by the biker bar on Highway 78 and they’ll come up with some guys and give you a great fuck.”

I got in my truck, and it started right up. I headed for home. After a hot bath and a good drink, I said to myself that I was lucky that I didn’t lose my camera. I went and picked it up, and the indicator said that the film was on frame thirty-six. I went to my darkroom and developed the film, and I could not believe what I saw. Someone had taken pictures of me while I was being gang-banged.

I still have the pictures, and every time I look at them, my pussy gets wetter than wet. I wish I could share them with my husband, but I know that he would not understand. Since others have shared their joys with me and other readers, I thought you might want to hear about my experience.—
G.E., Laramie, Wyoming

THREE ON A BOAT TURNS OUT TO BE A GOOD START TOWARD BETTER SEX

When you’ve been married as long as Elizabeth and I have, serious familiarity starts to take some of the joy out of the old sex life. In fact, it gets downright boring. So we talked about things we hadn’t tried that might spice ours up.

We tried just about everything two people can do together, without a lot of luck. We hadn’t tried anything with other partners, though, and we talked some about that. I thought it might be worth a try, but Elizabeth wasn’t sure. After talking it out, she agreed it might add excitement under the right circumstances.

We booked a cruise for our anniversary. For meals I requested a table for four by the window. We were three instead of four. Our tablemate was Patrick, a recent widower. He told us he was trying to get back among the living, and thought a cruise might help.

We advised him to hang out with the singles instead of eating with an old married couple. He said, “No. I’m not comfortable with that yet, particularly women. I’d rather be with you two.”

We both felt bad for him, because he seemed so lonely, and we spent a lot of time with Patrick in the coming days. The second night out we went to a variety show that was being performed on board, and afterward we stayed for the dancing. After we’d been there awhile, Patrick asked me, “Why don’t you dance with your lovely bride, Leo?”

I explained, “With my bum leg, I’m not much for dancing anymore, especially when the ship is rocking the way it is now.”

“Do you mind if I dance with her?” Patrick asked. “Absolutely not—that is, if Elizabeth doesn’t mind.” Obviously she didn’t, because she took his hand and led him to the dance floor. They danced a dozen or more numbers before we called it a night and went back to our cabins.

We spent a good deal of the next day on deck reading. I read, anyway, while Patrick and Elizabeth carried on a long, serious discussion. That night it was the show again, and more dancing. I watched as they danced, and gradually got closer and closer together.

Clearly Patrick was very much attracted to Elizabeth. Later that night I asked her about it. She said, “Yes, he had a hard-on just about the whole time we danced.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes, it felt good.”

“Could this be the one?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I’ll let you know.”

The next day was the same thing. The three of us spent the day in port. Then they danced the night away. Very sensuous dancing, I might add. Again I asked her about it later. She responded, “He started talking about sex. He misses his wife, of course, but it’s been months since he’s had any sex, ever since she died, and frankly he’s very horny. I told him I’d guessed as much, since I’d felt him pressing that hard thing against my belly the last couple of evenings. He was embarrassed, but he said he couldn’t help it, he was so attracted to me. He told me I was beautiful and desirable and he’d give anything to go to bed with me. He said he knows he can’t, under the circumstances. I told him there were no absolutes. He asked, ‘What about Leo?’ and I told him it wasn’t up to Leo, it was up to me.”

I asked, “How do you feel about it?”

“Good. I’m attracted to him, I think I’d like to try it.”

“The three of us?”

“No, not at first. Why don’t I go with him first, then we’ll see if we can work out the threesome thing?”

“Fine, if that’s the way you want it. Tomorrow night I’ll say I’m tired and want to turn in early. Then you can go dancing with him and you’ll be free to see what develops from there.”

The next night I left them right after the show and went to our cabin. I went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I lay there and started fantasizing about Patrick and Elizabeth and what they were doing. I saw them in his cabin in a tight embrace, kissing with mouths open, jaws working. I imagined his hands caressing her ass. Then she reached down between them and rubbed his hard cock through his pants. They were stripped naked, and he placed his hands on her breasts, then his mouth. I saw them rub each other between the legs. Then he got on top of her.

About that time I realized that my cock was hard, so I began stroking myself as I fantasized. In my mind, Patrick was fucking Elizabeth vigorously, and they were moaning and groaning. I felt my own climax coming. I heaved my hips a couple of times and went off, squirting a good load over my belly. After that I stopped fantasizing and finally dozed off.

Some time later I heard the key in the lock, and Elizabeth came into the cabin. I turned on the light. One look at her and I knew that she had very recently been laid. She sat on the edge of the bed. I asked, “Did you go to bed with him?” She smiled and nodded yes. “Was it good?” She nodded again. “Did you come?” She nodded yes and held up two fingers. “Did he come inside you?”

“Yes,” she answered. “He hasn’t been with anyone but his wife for years. I felt sure he was safe. And it felt so good, I wanted him to.”

Then I had an urge to do something I had thought about for years. I got out of bed and pushed her gently onto her back. I pulled her skirt up to her waist. She had no panties on, and I wondered where they had ended up. I got down on my knees and put my mouth on her pussy. It was full of Patrick’s sperm and I sucked it out. She started to thrash her hips.

I got up and pulled down my shorts. My cock was stiff and ready. I got on top of her and rubbed it against her wetness. She was wide open and I slipped in easily. God it felt good, with her sheath all slippery from Patrick’s ejaculation. I slid back and forth smoothly, and she answered with a strong pumping of her hips.

Because of the high level of our excitement we didn’t last long. I moaned, “Now, now, now,” and shot my load deep into her, spurt, spurt, spurt. She responded with the great throes of a deep, satisfying orgasm.

When our breathing got close to normal I helped her off with her clothes, then turned off the light, and we went to sleep naked in each other’s arms.

We slept like logs. When we woke I asked her to tell me the details of what had happened the night before.

“When you left, we got up to dance. As usual, Patrick was soon pressing his erection against me. I asked him if he was serious about taking me to bed, and he assured me with all his heart that he was. We danced for a few minutes more without saying anything. I knew Patrick was very excited, but I hadn’t realized that I was too. Suddenly I realized that my panties felt wet.

“I told Patrick I was ready if he was, and we went to his cabin. As soon as he locked the door we clinched, hugging and grinding against each other and kissing open-mouthed.

“Patrick turned out to be a gentle and considerate lover. He helped me undress, stopping to kiss each bit of skin he uncovered, then nibbling and licking. When I was down to my panties I lay on his bed, then raised my hips and took them off. I tossed them to him. He held them to his face and inhaled my scent. Then he put them in a drawer.

“I lay there and watched him undress. Patrick has a good body, and when he took off his shorts I saw that he has a good penis as well, strong-looking and pointing straight up. He got on the bed with me and spent a lot of time on foreplay. He kissed me and caressed me and praised me with a constant stream of words. He nibbled my ears, licked my neck and spent a lot of time on my breasts, kissing and sucking.

“At the same time, he put his hand down between my legs and started to rub my wet openness, slowly jerking me off. Then he gently pushed his finger in and began a neat rhythm, pumping his finger in and out while rubbing the palm of his hand over my very sensitive clit. My hips joined in, and before long I came in a wonderful way. As I lay there recovering, he kept kissing my face and neck and ears, crooning words of love.

“When I was ready for more, I reached down and took his erection in my hand. It felt good, hard and hot, and I fondled it. After a moment I moved down and took it in my mouth. He gasped, then began moaning and rocking his hips. I didn’t want him to come that way, so I rolled over and pulled him with me. He knelt where he could rub the head of his pecker up and down on me, from clit to opening. He was slow and thorough. He inserted his prick into me, making a series of little jabs until he was in up to his balls.

“We rested a bit and smiled at each other. Then he started to pump. I pulled my knees up to my chest and moved with him. He kept up a steady chatter of love-words as the pace picked up. Soon we were going at it very fast. I grabbed him by the cheeks of his rear and pulled him into me as tight as possible.

“We went over the top together, he with a grunt, me with a moan. He shot a hefty load, and my vagina spasmed several times. It was a great come. As we rested he kept his softening penis inside me, until it finally plopped out and his sperm poured out of me onto the bed.”

As she was telling the story she was playing with my cock. It got hard again, and when she came to their mutual orgasm I went off too, pouring my semen out over her hand. Before we got up I asked her, “What do you think his reaction would be to a three-some? Think he’d go for it?”

She answered, “I don’t know. Maybe I should have another session alone with him. Then I could feel him out on the idea.”

I said, “Good, because I really want to do that.”

Later that day, after we finished lunch, I said I was going up on the deck to read. Patrick and Elizabeth announced that they were going down to the handicraft class. After about three hours I went down to the cabin. In a while Elizabeth opened the door and came in. To use a crude expression, she looked well-fucked. I said, “Tell me about your afternoon.”

“Well, we didn’t go to the handicraft class, we went to Patrick’s cabin. We got naked pretty quick and lay on the bed fooling around. His pecker was big and hard, and I went down on him. I gave him a good blowjob. He thrashed around, and kept telling me how good it was.

“Finally he went rigid and shot off into my mouth. I let him finish squirting, then swallowed the load. He was ecstatic over what I had done, particularly that I swallowed it. I asked him if his wife hadn’t done that for him. He told me they never got into oral sex, or anal either. I asked him what did they do. He said they’d tried every position known to mankind, but that was about it. Then I asked him if they ever tried it with other partners. They had talked about it, apparently, but he was more into it than she had been. After we’d talked about all this we dozed off.

“When I woke up he was already awake. When he saw that I was awake he began hugging and kissing me and caressing my body. I took his soft pecker in my hand and asked him if he was up to another one. After all, I didn’t want him to get frustrated. He told me he’d get hard again if I’d suck him for a bit. I did, and he did.

“We lay there for a while, with me stroking his erection and him fingering me between the legs. When I was good and wet, he got on top and gently put his penis into me. When he was all the way in, he announced that he’d have great control this time. ‘Then make me come,’ I told him. He smiled and started to hump me. I humped him back and we gathered speed. In no time I went off like a rocket, but he didn’t. He stayed hard inside me while we rested.

“Soon we began again, and agreed on trying different positions. We had fun. At one point I was on my hands and knees and he was plugging away from the rear. He reached under me and played with my clit. Wow, I came again, smooth and easy. Finally, I was on top, and he challenged me to try and make him come. I started bouncing up and down, squeezing him with my pussy muscles. I was getting close myself, so I knew I had to get him there soon. I told him I wanted to feel his hot, white cream blasting deep inside me.