Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  “Nice body,” Sandy purred. “Hard and soft, all at the same time.”

  Her hand then drifted down to my waistband again. Her index finger circled lightly around the apex of my pulsating erection. The first drops of love-lotion oozed from the hole there.

  “My, what a friendly fellow,” Sandy whispered. “It feels to me like he’s really anxious to come out and play.”

  Getting to her knees in a single, graceful movement, she threw off the sleeping-bag cover and straddled my legs as I rolled over on my back. She peeled off my briefs like the skin of a banana. My seven-inch phallus stood tall and proud. Sandy bent and cradled it in both hands as if it were a bird or a helpless kitten. The index finger of her right hand rubbed the red glans until a few more droplets of my pre-come fluid emerged. She massaged the slick secretion into the head and the thick shaft. Electric sensations radiated through every nerve in my body. More cock cream dripped from my excited nozzle. Sandy collected it in her cupped hands, raised it to her lips and lapped it up.

  “Finger-lickin’ good,” she said, smacking her lips. And she bent again, teasing my cock lightly with her lovely mouth. Her long hair tumbled down to brush my belly. She looked up coyly and flung her hair back over her shoulders. “You’ll enjoy it more if you can watch the action,” she explained. “Now spread your legs.”

  When I did as I was told, Sandy lay down between them. She brushed her rosy nipples across my cockhead several times before lowering herself to smother my overjoyed phallus in the cleavage of her satin-soft breasts. After several minutes of tit-fucking me, she slid down farther and took the root of my slippery shaft in her right hand. Then she began licking it from base to tip as if it were a Popsicle. I sighed in ecstasy when her sweet lips encircled the cap while her tongue continued its sweet titillation. Her head finally went down on my seven-incher, which gradually disappeared into the depths of her velvet mouth. She played my flesh flute like a virtuoso, building and heightening the intensity of pleasure that surged through my being, bringing me to the very brink of a climactic explosion—and then she stopped what she was doing!

  “There.” She grinned. “So much for the appetizer.” Sandy got on her knees again, straddled my hips and brushed her hedge over my erect probe. She moved forward, rubbing her pussy against my stomach and chest. She stopped when her soft heather was right above my face.

  “Eat it,” she said hotly.

  “My pleasure,” I replied.

  I licked her inner thighs, tantalizing but not yet touching her labial lips. I worked up and around her downy mound to her navel, which I attacked vigorously with my tongue. Then, running my mouth over her taut stomach, I began a meandering return to her impatient cunt. Sandy leaned back, raised her hips, grabbed her ankles and braced herself in this position. The entrance to her pleasure purse opened slightly, revealing a bright pink interior that glistened with love-honey. I grabbed her taut haunches with both hands and plunged my tongue deep inside her, determined to lick and suck her dry.

  “Oh God! That’s it!” Sandy exulted. She raised herself up, took hold of my head, pressed my face hard against her flaming womanhood and started rocking to the rhythm of my oral probing. I licked her engorged love-bud, explored the depths of her passion pit, drank deeply of her flowing nectar. When I sensed that she was close to coming, I reluctantly withdrew from her sweet honey-pot, not wanting to bring her to climax just yet. Sandy released her grip. She sat limply astride my legs. Her eyes remained closed and a dreamy smile played across her flushed face. Droplets arisen from sexual arousal clung to her pubic fur like sparkling dew. Sliding my fingers within, I collected a handful of her warm juices and rubbed them well into her heaving breasts. Twice more I did this, until her tits and nipples glistened with her own lotions. I fondled her slippery globes and lovingly pinched the hard, brown bullets at the tips.

  Sandy growled with sensual satisfaction. She loved it. She leaned forward to press both her fleshy mounds against my rotating palms. Sometimes she’d put her hands over mine and guide me to the places she wanted me to pet. Soon I took her by the shoulders and brought her down on top of me. Our lips met and locked. I tasted my own pre-come as our tongues dueled wildly.

  After several dizzying minutes, I broke off the kiss and moved my lips to her chin, her neck, her pussy-lotion-drenched breasts. I licked and sucked her nipples, and buried my face in the valley of her cleavage. The taste and smell of her, the feel of those firm mounds, drove me to a frenzy of desire. My joystick pulsed and quivered. I wanted to shove it all the way into her tight, wet cunt!

  Sandy was hot, too. She slid down along my body until she sat astride my thighs again. She took my erection in her hands, raised herself to her knees and poised her dripping cunt over my trembling cock. Slowly she impaled herself on my flaming dagger, taking it to the hilt within her moist, satin sheath.

  “Time for the entrée,” she whispered.

  Sandy’s vaginal muscles caressed my rod while she herself sat motionless. Then she began to rotate her hips while still flexing her vaginal muscles. My organ’s throbbing became more pronounced. Sandy closed her eyes and started to rub her tits and knead her nipples with both hands. Her internal muscles began squeezing harder. She was soon humping up and down and round and round. I began to moan with pleasure.

  Sandy’s right hand moved down between her legs to finger her clit. Her left continued working over her breasts. Faster and faster she pumped my cock with her pussy. I grabbed her tight buns and thrust up to meet her every bump and grind. The tension grew. Sandy’s gasps and moans told me that her pleasure was waxing as well. Finally my pulsing probe couldn’t stand it any longer. It spewed its milky load in a violent series of eruptions. Every contraction of my cock sent waves of delight leaping across the synapses of my nerves.

  At the same time, Sandy was trembling in the throes of her own convulsive climax. Her body arched and stiffened. She cried out in ecstasy. Her proud breasts bounced with the rhythm of her humping, which was controlled in turn by the sensual spasms of her multiple orgasms.

  Our chests heaving from our exertions, we wound down from our shared sexual high, experiencing the waning tingles of the afterglow. My wearied cock shrunk and slid out of her. Sandy collapsed happily into my arms. I pulled the sleeping bag over our exhausted bodies to preserve the warmth we had generated. Sandy nuzzled her cheek against my neck. Her hair cascaded over my arm and shoulder.

  “I’m glad my tent flooded,” she whispered in my ear.

  “Hope it stays flooded,” I replied.

  “Oh, I think it’ll probably be too wet to use for the rest of the week,” she countered with a sly grin.

  Outside, the rain pattered insistently against the roof of the tent.

  TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE

  Recently my wife Jenny began taking exercise classes at the local health spa, though she did not really need to. Her 36-23-34 figure needs no improvement, but she said that she was alone too much and bored because I work six days a week.

  One afternoon I happened to finish work early and decided to meet my wife at the club. Since my waistline was getting out of hand, I wanted to see if it was worth my becoming a club member, too. When I arrived I found a couple of men there, working out on the machines. I asked if they had seen a redheaded young woman, to which they replied that I might find her in the Jacuzzi.

  Sure enough, as I approached the hot tub I heard my wife’s tinkling laughter. Then I heard the deep tones of a man’s voice. She and he were both laughing as I peered around the corner. Jenny was sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi in a new bathing suit, a gauzy one-piece, cut high on the sides and dipping deep in the front and back. The suit surprised me, since Jenny had never before bought anything that revealed such an amount of skin. This was the first time I had seen her in the suit, and I was really surprised at its lack of cover. The high-cut sides emphasized Jenny’s long, lithe legs. The low scoop in front reached below her swelling breasts, exposing at least half of each snowy orb. />
  After gaping at my wife, I turned my attention to the man who was with her. He was a perfect male specimen, with broad shoulders and a hard, flat stomach. His thighs were like tree trunks and every part of his body was muscled. All he had on was orange bikini briefs. Perhaps the most amazing thing about his appearance was the deep ebony tone of his skin. He was the darkest black man I have ever seen. His hair was short and a thin growth of hair adorned his chest.

  Then my wife said, “Thomas, this is ridiculous, What would happen if someone were to come in right now?”

  “Babe, don’t worry,” he replied. “I told the boys outside to steer everyone clear of this Jacuzzi until they hear otherwise from me.” Thomas then leaned over and took my wife in his massive arms.

  Talk about being stunned! My wife comes from a southern Baptist family that espoused hatred for blacks. In fact, I know her father was a member of the Klan. This knowledge—together with the fact that Jenny was a virgin when we met, and stayed that way until our wedding night—caused me to stand there with my mouth wide open. As far as I knew, her pussy had known no other cock but mine.

  So I just stood and watched as Jenny brought her full, red lips to meet Thomas’s lips. He caressed her shoulders as their tongues played a cat-and-mouse game. They continued to kiss as his hands moved from her shoulders to her neck. He then began to trace a finger down her cleavage and cupped her right breast. Thomas’s black hand began to slowly knead my wife’s full round tit. He seemed content just to squeeze the fleshy mound through the thin material of her suit. As the nipple grew stiff under his massaging, he began to pinch it.

  “Baby, you have to have the greatest tits I have ever seen,” Thomas commented as he continued toying with Jenny’s nipple. Her only reply was to take hold of his head and urge him on as he kissed his way down her neck. With one hand still on her breast, Thomas placed his other hand on Jenny’s thigh. I watched this invader begin a slow journey to the junction of her legs until it made contact with her nylon-covered cunt.

  Thomas then ran a finger lightly along the thin strip of fabric, eliciting a deep sigh from my wife. He began to massage her pussy through her suit. Jenny was in seventh heaven as her breasts and her pussy were expertly rubbed by this black Adonis. I didn’t know what to do, whether to rush in and break it up or just to stay and continue watching (I know I had the biggest hard-on ever).

  Suddenly Thomas went for broke and inserted a finger under the nylon that covered Jenny’s cunt. I watched in fascination the finger-fucking that she was getting. Soon his other hand deftly pulled the crotch of her bathing suit to one side, exposing her glistening cunt. Thomas’s fat finger, diving repeatedly in and out of my wife’s pussy, became coated with her love juices. Her bright red cunt hairs made the darkness of his finger stand out as it dug itself deeper in Jenny’s cunt.

  The finger-fucking continued for a few minutes. Then, between the kisses he was planting on my wife’s breasts (which he had now removed from their covering), Thomas said, “Jenny, sweetheart, feel me. See how hard I am.” Jenny slid her hand down to the crotch of his suit. It looked like a bulging orange tent and her hand looked tiny as it gently stroked his huge cock through the swimsuit. “Come on, honey. You know you’ve been dying to see ol’ Henry since you first started coming here, huh?” (That solved the mystery of whether or not they had done this before.) “How about letting my love-stick have a little air?” he added.

  Jenny pulled the drawstring of his bikini and, like a jack-in-the-box, Thomas’s cock sprang up. It was at least ten inches long, with a shaft as thick as a Pepsi bottle. I was amazed at the sparseness of pubic hair surrounding this monster. The gargantuan size of his balls defied description.

  Jenny seemed to be fascinated by this totem of manhood, and some time passed before she could move her hand to touch it. Thomas leaned back on his elbows and watched my wife play with his dick.

  “I know you’re just dyin’ to taste my cock, aren’t you?” Thomas said to her. I knew he was asking too much. Jenny had always detested sucking cock, and told me so in no uncertain terms on our wedding night. Imagine my surprise, therefore, when my wife leaned over and almost touched the tip of his cock with her lips. I stood transfixed as she looked up and smiled at Thomas and then ran her tongue up and down his mighty shaft. She maintained eye contact with him as she swirled her tongue all over the helmet of his cock. When she began to swallow the black monster, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. First, the huge head disappeared in her mouth—then, inch by inch, she took nearly half of his cock in her mouth. It glistened with Jenny’s saliva as she let it slide slowly out of her mouth. Just as slowly, she then let it sink back between her lips.

  “God, you do that good!” Thomas said. “I bet you don’t suck your ol’ man this way, do you, honey? (Boy, was he right!) I love watchin’ my cock sink between your lips. That’s it! Take more! Try to get more into your gorgeous mouth, baby.”

  Thomas gripped Jenny’s head and began to fuck her mouth. His rod pistoned relentlessly between her lips, and she grabbed his hips, trying to shove more of that cock into her mouth. “Baby,” he said, “there ain’t no way you’re going to make me fill your white mouth with my seed. Ol’ Henry has a date with a redhead.”

  With that, Thomas extracted his cock from my wife’s mouth. He had her lie down on the bare white tiles. When he stood up in the water, he towered over her. I watched with wide eyes as he lowered his trunks and leaned over Jenny’s body. Pulling the crotch of her swimsuit to one side, he pressed the tip of his massive black cock against the pink lips of my wife’s cunt. “Baby, are you ready for ol’ Henry?” he asked teasingly.

  “Yes! Put your penis in me now,” Jenny begged between low moans.

  “Penis, baby? This here is ol’ Henry, king of pussies, about to conquer again.” With that, Thomas parted Jenny’s pussy lips and pushed a couple of inches of his meat between them. A low animal groan escaped from her throat as inch after inch slipped into her eager snatch. I figured there was no way she could take in all of Thomas’s rod, for she had always had problems with my seven inches. Jenny writhed upon the wet tiles as Thomas sank more and more of his cock into her. I could only stare dumbfounded when the last few inches finally disappeared into her. Only his gigantic balls and a thatch of intermeshed red and black pubic hair remained visible as Thomas, his great cock buried entirely in my wife, began humping his body in unison with hers.

  Jenny held Thomas’s taut ass as she pushed her cunt against his pounding cock. Thomas increased the tempo of his pumping, placing his hand under my wife’s ass. Like a jackhammer, he kept ramming his thick cock deep into her cunt, grabbing and squeezing her supple buns, pulling her harder against him. Jenny could only grunt with each stroke as her black lover thrust the instrument of his passion into her, again and again. “Yeah, baby! Fuck me like you never fucked before!” Thomas chanted.

  In response, Jenny somehow raised her hips from the tiles and, with Thomas’s hand supporting her, she arched her back to engulf even more of that rampaging cock. Thomas began to grunt louder as he increased the power and pace of the fucking he was giving my wife’s pussy. With a final groan, he began coming—and it seemed to me that he continued coming for an eternity. But, finally, he slowed his strokes and a rivulet of pearly white jism seeped between his cock and Jenny’s pussy. He finally stopped humping but continued holding on to her ass, keeping her suspended above the tiles, impaled on his manhood. “Well, how’d I do?” he asked as he withdrew his now-shrinking member.

  My wife didn’t answer. As she lay back on the tiles, Thomas scooped up a gob of his come and laughingly placed it on Jenny’s face. She hungrily lapped it up. “Honey,” said Thomas, “it looks like you could use some more loving, but ol’ Henry is only good for one performance at a time. If you’ll meet me tonight at Sam’s Place, though, I’ll introduce you to some other boys, okay?”

  Instead of answering him, Jenny just scooped up more of his semen and kept feeding herself. Thomas sim
ply laughed, pulled up his suit and turned to leave the room. I ducked into a closet and waited until he’d left. Then I made for the side exit and headed home to wait for Jenny.

  When she finally got home, about an hour later, I said nothing of what I’d seen at the spa. I just asked how her workout had gone. She smiled and said it had gone fine. I asked if she wanted to go out that night. Jenny nodded yes and went up to take a bath. While she was in the bathroom, I asked her where she wanted to go. After a few seconds of hesitation, she said, “How about Sam’s Place?”

  “You mean the strip joint?” I asked. “Okay, that’ll be fine.” That was all I could blurt out as my mind screamed “Bingo!” When she began dressing, I could only stare. Jenny was putting on my favorite of her outfits. It was an aqua-blue dress that didn’t quite reach her knees. It was cut low enough in front to show just a hint of cleavage (her most daring dress).

  “Special night, tonight?” I asked.

  She hesitated before answering. “Not really,” she said. “I just wanted to look nice for you, honey.”

  I laid my plans as I drove our van to Sam’s. My intention was to see just how far my newly brazen hussy would go. To my surprise, I was looking forward to my wife’s making it with another guy.

  When we got to Sam’s, I parked and escorted Jenny inside. It was a singles hangout. Several women were dancing around the room in various stages of undress. The rest of the room was dark and full of small tables. When we sat down, I saw a sign that said Amateur Night and wondered what it meant. After waiting vainly for someone to take our order, I got up to get drinks at the bar. As I walked across the room, I looked around for Thomas and his friends. After getting the drinks and turning to go back to the booth, I saw Thomas appear as if out of thin air. He was sitting next to my Jenny with two of his friends. I moved to one side and worked my way across the crowded dance floor until I was behind the booth.