Penthouse Uncensored V (34 page)

Trudy said that she timed her entrance into the building so she would walk in with Bob. As Bob and she walked in, he was trying not to be obvious about checking her out, but couldn’t conceal his curiosity. As she entered her office on the first floor she asked him if he could change a fluorescent bulb that building maintenance hadn’t gotten to in a week. He said he could, but that he had to open up his office. He’d be back in about two hours. Trudy said that she was so turned on by the anticipation that her underpants got wet.

When Bob came in she was bent over, pretending to be getting something out of a closet. When she turned around he was actually blushing. Bob then pulled a chair beneath the light and stood on it to open the fixture. As he did, Trudy stood just inches from him and put her hands on the outside of his thighs as if to make sure he wouldn’t fall. When she did this, she took a sly look at his crotch and saw that a bulge was forming thereunder. She then looked up and saw Bob was looking down at her, hopeful that this was going to turn out to be more than an embarrassing situation for him.

Trudy, still staring him in the eyes, moved her hand to the swell in his pants and felt his cock through the fabric. Bob let out a groan of pleasure. She said at this point her knees were actually weak as she felt the outline of another man’s penis in her hand. She then turned and told him to follow her from the sitting area to her office. She locked the door behind them.

Trudy told him that she wouldn’t fuck or blow him but wanted to jerk him off, and that he could touch her any way he wanted to. Bob then raised her sweater, exposing her tanned, firm tits. Bob sucked each tit in turn, making her nipples long and hard. Trudy has unusually long nipples and when sucked to full length they are a mind-blowing sight. Bob then slowly pulled her skirt and panties down. He then stepped back to admire her perfect ass and long legs as she stood there in only her black heels, her panties at her ankles. Slipping off his clothes, he pressed against her and softly ran his hands along her legs, cupping each ass-cheek as a concluding gesture. He delicately traced his fingertips down her neck to her arms, breasts and belly, then lingered on her smooth inner thighs.

She said the sensations were incredible as she stood in the middle of her office exposed, legs slightly spread. She was covered with goose bumps from Bob’s erotic touch. Her nipples became so full of blood they went from pink to brick-colored—and were, incidentally, hard as brick. The desire to have her cunt pleasured— she knew her labia must be swollen with blood also—was overwhelming.

Bob then lifted her onto her work table, gently pulled her knees up, and buried his face in her cunt. His tongue left no part of her sex unexplored. It swirled and darted before finding a perfect rhythm on her clit. Trudy’s wetness and Bob’s saliva trickled and dripped to form a puddle on her work table. He brought her to three powerful orgasms with his expert tongue.

Trudy told Bob to stand up. She proceeded to rub her sweaty body against his. She rubbed her tits over his muscular chest, belly and thighs, savoring the gorgeous contours of his body, which looked as if it had been chiseled by a great Greek sculptor.

Then she turned and, using her hot ass, rubbed his cock and balls a couple of times. His dick slipped between her ass cheeks and glided along her silky pussy lips, the soft head of his cock massaging her clit. On the verge of fucking him, she pulled away. Unable to resist taking his hard-on in her mouth, she turned, got down on her knees and, in a frenzy, sucked and licked his cock.

She said the feel of her new lover’s shaft on her tongue and lips and poking into her throat made her delirious. Bob quickly started to moan and buck as Trudy flattened her tongue out on the bottom of his penis and bobbed steadily, using long, deep back-and-forth strokes.

Feeling his cock on the verge of orgasm, she maintained a firm but gentle hand on his balls while sliding the fingers of her other hand between the firm cheeks of his ass. Bob then let out a long, deep moan as Trudy pressed her finger against his asshole.

Thick jets of jism came coursing out of a body that could restrain orgasm no longer. She told me she had to swallow furiously lest his pearly fluid back up and spill from her mouth. She also said she wished I could have been there to see it.

After Trudy told me all that, we had the best sex we’d had in years. After she came, she kept whispering to me, over and over, “I can’t wait until you fuck me while I’m sucking Bob’s cock!”

The wait won’t be long!—
K.L., Florissant, Missouri

FIRST THE FAST FOOD, THEN THEY SPREAD THE SPECIAL SAUCE ON THEIR MEAT

I have a great story. Hell, I have a great existence, one that’s bound up with the story. Permit me to explain.

Several years ago, my wife and I built a new home in an exclusive development, one where the minimum building lot is an acre. The houses are well secluded, so much so that no one can see who is pulling in or out of a neighbor’s driveway.

I went into semi-retirement at age thirty-nine. I was extremely lucky, since I was able to start my own business and then sell it for a great deal of money while remaining a highly-paid consultant there. I am now forty-five, and it appears I’ll never have to work again.

My wife, even though she doesn’t need to, still teaches. Our marriage is effectively over, but we remain together for the sake of the children. I believe she desires to work for her own pension, both of us knowing very well that once our last child enters college, we’ll probably get a divorce and go our separate ways.

Anyway, on to the juicy parts. In our development, we’ve become involved with a social group that meets at a different house once a week, and a different restaurant, also weekly. The conversations are sometimes deep, mostly entertaining, but always safe. Most of the people in the group are older than we are, though not all of them.

There are two absolute knockouts in our group. The first, Pia, is a voluptuous thirty-nine-year-old, a hard-bodied, divorced breathtaker. She and her ex never had children and she vowed she would remain childless. What they did have together was a chain of very successful businesses, of which she got half, and a huge house with a great view of the lake.

There is another woman, Inez, forty-four and married. Though a mother of three, you’d better believe she has a phenomenally good body. I have always thought Inez might be a happily married woman, even though I have trouble believing there can be such a thing as a person who is happily married.

There were a few times when I was with either Inez or Pia, or sometimes with both, when we would throw little sexual innuendoes about, but only among us three, never when anyone else was around. I fantasized about both of them sometimes, but never actually thought there was any possibility of fulfillment.

Once in a blue moon, I will treat myself to a short-order lunch. This particular day, I walked in our local burger joint, got in line, then heard someone call my name. I looked up and saw a grinning Inez. I said hello, and she went on to explain that she was just returning from morning aerobics. I made a joke about her doing things backwards—that she should have stopped at the burger joint first, then gone to aerobics to burn off the calories. Just then, we both heard Pia call our names. She was smiling broadly and looking brilliantly sexy as she came over to us. We all hugged. After getting our meals, we decided to sit outside together so we could, according to Pia, talk more freely.

As we were eating, the conversation took a turn toward much less safe topics than we had ever broached as a group. We had a great time. We traded a few filthy jokes, a few slanderous comments and a few sexual words like
fuck
,
pussy
,
cock
,
blowjobs
, and
cuntlicking
. Inez then announced that she was very envious of Pia, who, she fancied, was divorced and free to experience whatever and whomever she pleased. Pia and I, both believing Inez to be happy, asked as concerned friends if anything was wrong. Inez went on to explain that she was just very unhappy being married to the guy she had indeed married.

“My husband and I haven’t slept together in years,” she told us. She added, “I’ve had a few meaningless affairs to fill the void, but what kind of fulfillment and pleasure do you get from just—filling the void? The very phrase depresses me.

“I have to say it—I simply
hate
being married.”

Pia looked at me and asked about my wife. I told her the two of us had over the years become distant from each other and were thoroughly unhappy. I commented that I was in the same boat as Inez, who leaned forward, placed an elbow on the table, put her face between her hands and very seductively asked if I meant in the same boat as she in respect to the marriage, or to the affairs.

“Both,” I said.

At this point, we discovered many others had come outside also, so our frank but risky conversation had to turn safe again. Pia then asked us to come over to her place to visit and continue the discussion.

“I think there’s a lot we could say to each other,” she said. She looked at one or another of the tables, where perhaps other stories like ours might be heard.

We all drove to Pia’s place in our own cars. I was anticipating more than conversation, but couldn’t be sure such a feeling would be in common with theirs.

My first indication that something was definitely going to happen occurred to me when Pia opened her spare garage doors and motioned for us both to drive in and park inside. When we parked our cars and emerged on the driveway, she mentioned that putting the cars away was only to keep rumors from circulating in the neighborhood. Even the true ones!

When we got inside, Pia turned on some smooth jazz and we resumed our talk. After a while, our conversation turned to sexual techniques.

Pia and Inez both described the ways they liked to be fucked. Inez went first, saying that she is always irritated by men who don’t like to eat pussy. Then she stated that men who would not kiss her after they come in her mouth also pissed her off.

Pia jumped in and said that she loved the pearl necklace and was greatly turned on by a man who liked to have his jism spread like cream all over each partner’s body.

They both asked me if I liked eating pussy. My eyes widened and I let out a short laugh. I leaned forward.

“Ladies,” I said, “I love giving face—I mean, more than
anything
!”

I also said that I loved women who were uninhibited and not afraid to swim around, so to speak, in jism; also, that I thought the sexiest odor on earth was the aroma of pussy juice mixed with jism.

Pia, very excited, leaned forward herself and asked, “Have you done a threesome, either of you? How about it? We’re safe, only we will know, we’ll all keep our mouths shut about it.”

Without answering, Inez immediately whipped off her top to expose two of the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. With that, I stripped off my clothes in a matter of seconds. I looked over at Pia, and saw another set of absolutely gorgeous boobs, and a thick and beautiful, brownish-red muff. Looking down on the couch, I saw Inez’s almost clean-shaven pussy was wet and dripping. We were ready!

For the first few minutes, it was a kissing frenzy, from Pia to Inez, then back to Pia. Inez pushed me back on the couch, straddled my face, and lowered her cunt, shaved down to the bristles, onto my mouth. It was sweet tasting, with hardly any odor, and the stubble tickled. Then I could feel Pia going down on me. I had to hope Pia would not suck too powerfully, since I come quickly when the suction is strong. Inez looked down at me and smiled. I lapped her lovingly and drew groans and writhing. It was an overwhelming pleasure to have my face and dick treated simultaneously.

My worries about Pia were groundless. She sucked cock with artistry, bringing my come along at a leisurely pace. My mouth had comparable skill, and I could feel Inez twitch as I prolonged her pleasure with just the right pressure from my tongue. When the great moment came, she and I were quaking with orgasm and her cries bounced off the walls of the house stereophonically. When I came, Pia pulled back and let my jism gush from me in a warm, sticky fountain, which she gathered in her hands and began spreading on all three of us.

That first incident happened three years ago and the three of us have been in a threesome ever since, or so to speak, anyway. —
R.N., Lake Forest, Illinois

SHE MEASURED UP TO THE HEALTH CLUB’S HIGHEST EXPECTATIONS

Although I am an avid reader of your magazine, my wife is completely against your type of literature. So I keep my collection at work and indulge my taste for sexy reading materials while I’m traveling.

I joke frequently with my wife, Margaret, about her making out with my best friend. She is really an abandoned, sexy woman but she had an old-fashioned upbringing and seems to think it is proper to act like a prude. Even though she gratifies her full, voluptuous appetites when we go to bed—and even though she demonstrates a great and filthy imagination while we are fucking—she seems to feel obliged to play goody-two-shoes at all other times, and especially in public.

For that reason, even though we had often discussed the fantasy of her fucking and sucking with another man while I watched, I had resigned myself to the probability that it would never happen.

However, hope springs eternal, and it was encouraging that Margaret began working out at a gym two or three times a week to relieve stress and stay fit—even though at thirty-four she’s quite fit and has a great body. Every couple of months she checks her measurements to check on her progress. This had never been a big deal until recently, and the reason for that is one of the new instructors—a shy and quiet young man named Trevor who is in his early twenties. Margaret and the other women at the gym tease Trevor about being a young stud and a slut, and this makes him blush and stammer.

Before long, Margaret and I were talking about a fantasy in which she seduces Trevor and fucks and sucks him in every imaginable way. This turned Margaret on immensely, and our sex life improved to no end. But, I told her repeatedly, our sex life would be enhanced tenfold if she ever lost her inhibitions and actually seduced Trevor.