Penthouse Uncensored VI

by Penthouse International

  The brunette’s name was Maryann, and the redhead was Ellen. As we talked, Maryann nonchalantly rubbed her hand up and down my leg. Each time her slender fingers approached my thigh, my cock stiffened a little more. Once she’d noticed my excited state, she started to toy with my pants button. I leaned across the table and kissed her. Her tongue did a German folk dance in my mouth.

  Then she licked and sucked on my earlobe, nibbling it playfully. The crowd around us started to cheer. It wasn’t till we saw that the band wasn’t even playing anymore that we realized we had become the main attraction.

  Maryann got embarrassed and said she wanted to leave. I knew the fireworks display was about to begin, so I asked, “How would you like to watch the fireworks?” She grabbed my hand and led me outside. As the first burst of colors lighted the sky, I placed my arms around her waist. We started to kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as our hands explored each other’s bodies. Delighted that she wasn’t wearing a bra, I cupped her warm breasts in my hands, circling the areolae with my fingers and teasing the nipples to hardness. A soft, deep moan escaped her lips. “Yes,” she whispered, “play with my tits.”

  Now, a little tit was all right, but I had something a bit juicier in mind. Slowly moving my hands down the contours of her body, I worked my way to her snatch. As I unzipped her pants she said, “Here, let me help you.” She undid the snap and allowed my hand to slip beneath the elastic waistband of her panties. She was already quite wet, and moaned as I found her clit. When, without warning, I eased my finger into her pussy, she loudly cried out a German word I’d never heard before. This got the attention of several people around us, who simply smiled knowingly and continued to watch the fireworks.

  Maryann had long since made her way into my own pants. She was jerking me off, playing with my nuts and stroking my cock with her long fingers. We kissed nonstop for about five minutes, our tongues wrestling sloppily, and continued to give each other mutual handjobs. The slurping sound of me finger-fucking her could be heard ever-so-slightly between fireworks explosions. I hope no one recognizes me out here, I thought. Then again, I really really didn’t give a damn. Here I was in Germany, feeling up and about to fuck a woman I’d met less than two hours ago. I laughed to myself at all the guys I’d known who’d been afraid to join the army.

  I discharged a bit of pre-come, which Maryann promptly rubbed all over the head of my cock. She had two orgasms just from the finger-fucking. After the fireworks ended we quickly buttoned our pants and, without saying a word, headed back to the beer tent.

  At closing time, Maryann and Ellen asked Dennis and me, “How would you two like to go barhopping with us?” I gave my answer silently by playfully squeezing Maryann’s firm ass. Dennis apologized and said he couldn’t go. He had twenty-four-hour guard duty coming up, and must’ve figured he needed his rest. I had a feeling that before the night was over, I’d be the one who would need some sleep.

  We said good-bye to Dennis and piled into Ellen’s car. Maryann and I climbed into the backseat. Before Ellen had even put the key in the ignition, our hands and mouths were once again all over each other. We were quiet at first, but as Ellen drove, Maryann let out another one of her loud moans. The sudden sound made Ellen swerve, and we nearly hit a parked car.

  Ellen watched us in the rearview mirror, and even she was breathing heavily. Maryann unbuttoned my pants and began pumping my muscle back to hardness. As it rose to life, she licked and sucked every inch of it clear down to my balls. Once in a while she would take a nut into her mouth and swirl it around on her tongue. It didn’t take her long to deep-throat all of my seven-incher. The quickened throbbing of my cock tipped her off that I was about to come. She stopped and waited for me to cool down, but I couldn’t hold it any longer. I pumped a river of hot jam into her mouth, which she swallowed with gusto.

  As I tucked my limp penis back into my shorts, I realized the car was parked. Ellen was stretched out on the front seat, fingering herself to the little show we’d been putting on in back. She dipped her fingers into her pussy and offered them to me. I gladly sucked the tangy juice off of each digit. After all, I didn’t want her to feel left out.

  We all caught our breath, then walked to a club down the street. Once inside, we found a small booth and ordered some drinks to help us cool down from all the sexual heat that was passing between us. I led Maryann to the dance floor, where we danced to a few slow, sexy numbers. After a while Ellen suggested we go to another club, a place she worked at, where we could drink free. As we headed back to the car, I readied myself for another backseat blitz.

  This time it was my turn to give. I pulled off Maryann’s pants and ate her pussy to the tune of twin orgasms. As good as I am at going down on a woman, I must admit my own technique was enhanced by the fact that we were riding over a very bumpy road.

  When we pulled up to Ellen’s club, Maryann reluctantly put her panties back on and we all went inside. This place was much smaller than the last, but very crowded. Right away, I eyed a tall, sultry blonde who was dancing with a middle-aged man. He was openly rubbing her tits (which were almost falling out of her top) and stroking her ass. She looked as though she wasn’t enjoying his paws on her at all. Maryann asked if I was attracted to her, and when I answered yes, she asked the woman to join us.

  With Maryann on my left, the blonde sat to my right. The two of them conversed in German for a few minutes. Maryann introduced her as Lise. I politely shook her hand, realizing only after a few moments that I was staring straight at her prodigious breasts. We both grinned sheepishly. Finally, Maryann gave out a big laugh that broke the silence. They talked some more in German, all the while looking at me and giggling like schoolgirls. I have to admit it felt strange not knowing exactly what they were saying, but I sensed we were all communicating in something pretty close to a universal language anyway.

  Maryann explained that Lise was from out of town and was down that weekend for the beerfest. She had no place to stay and wanted to know if she could come home with us.

  “Of course she can,” I said.

  “That’s good,” Lise said, adding, “I go both ways, you know.” As she said this she gave my balls a gentle squeeze and kissed Maryann on the check.

  We got to know each other a little more over a bottle of champagne. Finally, as it was getting late, Maryann suggested we go to Ellen’s for a nightcap. By this time, Ellen had picked up someone and was also eager to go home and get down to some serious fucking.

  And so once again it was back to the car, this time headed for Ellen’s apartment. With Maryann and Lise sharing the backseat with me, I now had two pussies to play with. I got both women hot and bothered, but would always pull my fingers away just when they were about to come. When they’d had enough of this, I pulled my pants down and offered my cock to them. They enthusiastically took turns stroking, then sucking it, asking me which one of them gave the best deep-throat. Decisions, decisions. What’s a soldier to do?

  I told them it was a tie.

  When we got to the apartment, Ellen and her date quickly disappeared into a back room. Lise and I started for the living room. “Hey, that’s the wrong way,” Maryann said as she stood in the bedroom doorway, playfully dangling a shoe from her finger. We immediately changed direction and joined her. The lights were dimmed and I quickly found myself sandwiched between these two German beauties. They were rubbing their crotches against my body, undressing me slowly and methodically. Lise removed my pants and commented on what good shape I was in. Their hands were all over me, rubbing, stroking, exploring. My cock was hardening for what must have been the twelfth time that night. By the time I was completely naked, it was stiff and ready for some more attention. I sighed in relief as they asked for help undressing.

  I assisted Maryann first, kissing and licking her as I removed each article of clothing. Lise was not to be left out of the fun. She licked and probed Maryann’s back, working her way down to swab her new friend’s creamy ass cheeks
with broad strokes of her tongue. We had Maryann moaning in no time, quivering and shaking and rocking with orgasm. Then it was Lise’s turn. Maryann and I took our time disrobing her. As we peeled off her stockings, skirt and panties, we stroked the entire length of her body. It was all too much for her to take, and soon she was prying open her vagina with her own fingers. I licked and sucked her clit expertly as Maryann tongued her from behind. Lise started breathing deeply, and soon my mouth was flooded with her love-liquid. I pulled Maryann over and shared Lise’s pussy juice with her as we kissed.

  Maryann began to flirt with us, begging for more attention. So Lise and I positioned her between us on the bed. I licked my way up her thighs, her spine, around her shoulders, then slowly worked my way back down to her ass. I parted her cheeks and darted my tongue in and out of her box, giving her a first-class tongue-fucking from the rear. Lise was doing the same from the front, and our tongues met as we both fed on this beautiful, hot cunt. Maryann’s familiar, high-volume moaning filled the room until finally Lise said, “I think she’s ready to be fucked.” It was one of the few things she’d said in English all night, and she couldn’t have chosen a more appropriate phrase.

  I immediately straddled Maryann, first teasing her by pushing only the head of my prick in and then withdrawing, then slowly rubbing my rod up and down the length of her pussy. I wanted her to feel the head sliding against her cunt-lips and clit. When I was sure she was ready for the fucking of her life, I entered her with one mighty thrust. This elicited an especially loud moan, even by Maryann’s standards. Her pussy was well lubricated by this time, and so I gave it everything I had. Ramming my missile in to the hilt, I pumped faster and faster until a sucking sound came between us. A couple of times Maryann tightened her legs and called out my name. Lise was licking and kissing my ass-cheeks as I fucked Maryann.

  In no time I felt that familiar unrest in my balls and told them I was going to come. I pulled out and pumped stream after stream of hot, white come onto Maryann’s tits. The women swirled their fingers in the icing and licked them clean. When there was nothing of me left on her fingers, Lise sucked my cock, milking out the last sweet drops of cream.

  I lay on my back and motioned for Lise to sit on my face. My tongue had a field day as it first probed her clit, then darted in and out of her hairy pussy with short, sure strokes. Her breathing came faster and her body spasmed each time I touched her sensitive bud. She arched her back and squeezed my head with her thighs and quaked with a powerful orgasm. I lapped up the juice from her red-hot well as quickly as I could.

  “Now it’s my turn to give you a spin,” Lise said bawdily. As Maryann squatted down to meet my lips, Lise lowered herself onto my cock. I quickly bucked up to meet her thrusts, but soon leaned back, content to watch her dance on my dick while I continued to feed on Maryann’s patch. Lise quickened the pace until I could stand it no longer. I expelled a magnificent load into her pussy just as Maryann flooded my mouth with an orgasm of her own. I’d long since lost track of how much pussy juice I’d swallowed since my weekend pass had taken effect just a few short hours before. I lay back exhausted, catching my breath and cooling down. Spent and satisfied, we all slept cuddled together until the late morning.

  I was barely awake before the party began anew. It was as wild as the night before, with the bonus of each of us now knowing exactly what turned the others on. Ellen, our “hostess,” was nowhere in sight. I never did see her again that weekend. For all I know she was still in the other room, fucking her brains out. Her apartment seemed to encourage such behavior. As for Maryann, Lise and me, we only stopped long enough for a little food, a little sleep, and a few walks in the park. But we were all too hot for each other to care to spend much time away from our little fuck nest. For the most part, the sex-a-thon didn’t end until it was time for me to return to the base.

  We exchanged addresses and phone numbers and made plans to meet again soon. All three of us piled into Ellen’s car and headed for my base. Once we reached the main gate, I kissed them both good-bye and headed for the barracks with a big smile on my face. Our little adventures were to continue, but that’s a story for another time.

  Now that I’m home again, I have only to look at their pictures to take me back in memory to the weekend when I first began my tour of duty with those two beautiful, Bavarian babes.

  SQUEEZE PLAY

  I’m a buxom blond graduate student, age twenty-four, with great gams and a tiny waist. I don’t know why studying makes me so horny, but it does. About twenty minutes after I start, I get that sweet, itchy, I-need-sex feeling between my legs. My unique predilection has led to some very interesting situations, as I spend quite a lot of time studying in the main library.

  I remember once—it was at the end of the spring semester, and the library was pretty crowded—I was studying at a long table with a lot of other students. I was wearing pretty tight jeans, so tight I had trouble peeling them down to go to the bathroom. The seam in the crotch was pressed hard against my clit. It got more and more turgid, making me hotter and hotter as the hours wore on. This was one of my weaker subjects and I had to finish studying, but I was getting hornier by the minute. Pretty soon, without my really intending to do so, I found that my lush ass was starting to wiggle around. I was masturbating right there in the library!

  Luckily, I’m experienced enough to not have to use my hands when I masturbate. I have terrific thigh muscles, and if I cross my legs just so, my thick, fringed pussy lips get caught in the crack between my thighs. And if I’m really turned on, I’ll keep squeezing and pulling on my pussy lips with my thigh muscles. Pretty soon my vagina warms up and expands, my whole insides start pumping and I just go careening off the top in a sweet little orgasm.

  So there I was in the library, feeling myself starting to get all revved up but trying to be as subtle about it as I could. I took a quick peek around. The table was pretty wide, and there was nobody directly next to me or across from me. No one else seemed close enough to notice. Besides, while my orgasms are intense, the movement of my body is hardly noticeable.

  The first time I came pretty quickly with a few strong pumps of my thigh muscles and a few quick thrusts of my ass up from the library chair. I let my breath go—I tend to hold it when I’m coming—and relaxed.

  Looking around, I noticed a guy sitting across the table to my right looking at me funny. I noticed how cute he was—dark hair with intense, Mel Gibson–like blue eyes—but quickly looked away. I was so anxious to appear cool and not betray my throbbing clit, racing pulse and the sure knowledge that I was going to come spectacularly again. I’m sure I had a little extra color in my cheeks, and my breath was coming a little fast. I could feel him scrutinizing me intently now, so I gave him a cool stare and turned a page. He quickly dropped his eyes and went back to his book.

  Meanwhile, my legs were still crossed and my pussy was swollen and engorged. I started to get off imagining how red my cunt was, how much bigger and moister it was than when I wasn’t hot with lust. I couldn’t help myself. My jeans were tight and getting tighter by the second. My labia filled them full, pressing against the material. Without my being aware of moving, that irresistible rhythm started again. I sat up real straight and erect so I could bring full pressure to bear on the hard seat. I could feel my hot cream gushing into the crotch of my panties. It felt like it had soaked right through the denim. I hoped I wouldn’t leave a wet mark on the seat when I got up.

  This time, swaying a little in my chair, I felt my breasts hardening and swelling as I approached climax. I took a deep breath, held it and started squeezing my desperate little clit—although it wasn’t so little now. I could just imagine how erect and throbbing it was! My thighs were working overtime. I felt the cushiony cheeks of my ass lift clear off the hard seat. I had a fleeting thought that I was rocking the table and should stop, but suddenly I felt the sweet explosion of a powerful orgasm churning inside me. It felt like it was literally shooting up from my fiery, over
heated pussy, and I didn’t care if the table fell over.

  I came down slowly and regained my composure, hoping that what I was doing didn’t show too much. I didn’t dare look up at the Mel Gibson type across the library table, because I didn’t want to stop. But I did manage to complete a whole chapter this time before slowly starting to rock my heated little parts again in the cradle of my thighs. I looked down at myself and noticed my huge tits, the nipples standing up big and proud. They were thrusting stiffly out of the silk fabric of my blouse like those big erasers you stick on the ends of pencils. I was sort of embarrassed and hoped nobody had noticed, especially not Mel.

  I read some more. But soon my ass started to wiggle kind of urgently again in my seat. People were moving around me, looking for books, shuffling papers, and nobody seemed to be paying any attention to me. A good thing, too, because this next one was going to be a big one. I could feel it building. My pussy lips, my cunt and my lustful, insatiable clit must have been purple by now and more swollen than ever, hot as a potbelly stove. The need, the desire to come and come and come again was flooding me, heating my whole body. I hitched forward in the chair, my belly glued up against the table’s edge, and smashed my frantic vulva down hard on the seat of the chair, pretending it was a man’s pubis. I rubbed and rubbed myself against it, lifting my ass up and down as fast as I could. I slid forward in the chair a little so I could get a better grip on my clit. I had it going real good now, but God, how I wanted something between my legs, something fat, thick and thrusting! Then, ka-boom! I came in a hot, thick spurt, a gusher of lust and delight blossoming up from my loins.

  I think that a whimper or two must have escaped from my lips, and I’d long before stopped pretending to read. A delicious throbbing in my whole crotch area from the orgasmic aftershocks distracted me for an instant, but I suddenly became aware that my bare feet, clad only in sandals, were wet. And getting wetter. I don’t know what told me to do so, but I looked across the table at the cute brunet and saw an expression of agony on his face.