Penthouse Uncensored V (37 page)

THESE PHONE-LOVING COMPUTER GEEKS FINGERED MORE THAN THEIR KEYBOARDS

It all started one night when I first got hooked up on the Internet. I found myself playing on the computer for hours and hours. I was quite surprised when I found the world of cybersex in a chat room, and at how explicit women could be when masked by the computer. Not that I am complaining. I met my cyberlover that night, and she was fantastic.

We made love over the computer, and I was surprised at how hard my cock became as I typed and read the messages she typed to me. At one point she asked me to take my cock out of my pants and jack off for her while she told me what she was doing. She said she was fingering herself to orgasm.

Well, it took me only two minutes to spurt come all over my keyboard as I typed my response: “I’m coming!”

My cybersex sessions with her went on for about a month. Silky Satin was her screen name, and she was so hot I wished I could have had her for real. However, she lived clear across the country.

Well, soon I asked Silky Satin if she wanted to take it one step further. Silky Satin typed back, “What do you have in mind?” I told her I wanted to make love to her over the phone. Silky Satin agreed and I typed my telephone number. She called me collect, and after the introductions, which were minor since we already had been chatting on the computer for over a month, it started— the hottest, most passionate sex I have ever experienced. After she gave me her phone number we could not get enough of each other. My cock and my phone bill really shot up! Silky Satin was not only a moaner, but a loud, hot screamer. I started playing games with her, telling her all about the pleasure I got as I licked her body. Over the next six months she fucked herself at my request with makeup brushes and ice cubes, finger-fucked her ass-hole, licked the pussy juice from her fingers and sucked her own nipples. We had incredible phone sex.

After I graduated from cybersex to phone sex, I realized I was hooked on phone sex. That was fortunate since women have often told me that I have an extremely sexy voice on the phone—a voice that makes them instantly hot and uncontrollably horny! I have a total of about twelve women that I talk long distance to and make love to over the phone. Each one is unique and passionate and willing to do as I ask during our lovemaking.

Then one night, my wife and I were making love and I decided to make a call and my wife agreed. I called Silky Satin and, not knowing how she would handle it, I told her that I had a woman giving me a blowjob while we talked. Silky Satin went wild with desire and passion. Silky Satin told me to tell my wife to finger my ass fast and hard. My wife did with pleasure as she sucked my cock. I described every delicious detail to Silky Satin and could hear her fingering herself as I moaned with pleasure. I laid my wife down and crawled between her legs and ate her pussy so Silky Satin could hear it. I then started to finger my wife and Silky Satin could hear my fingers sloshing in and out of her pussy. Silky Satin screamed her way to four orgasms. It was truly the wildest time any of us had ever spent together.

About a week later, I decided to try it with this twenty-year-old girl named Angela I had met over the computer and had enjoyed phone sex with twice. Angela had the hottest voice you ever heard. My wife said she would love to do it again. So I called Angela as my wife lay there and started playing with my cock—I talked to her and felt her out about this new adventure. She asked me if the other woman was with me now. I told her yes and that she was sucking my cock. Angela moaned, “Oh wow! This is so hot, tell me about what she is doing to you.”

I described everything in detail to Angela as my wife gave me the best blowjob ever. Angela then told me to turn the woman I was with on her back and finger-fuck her. I got down between her legs and fingered her pussy fast and hard. Angela was moaning loudly as she listened to my fingers going in and out of my wife’s pussy. After Angela came twice, my wife told me to fuck her hard. She told me to lie down for the fuck of my life!

My wife climbed onto my cock and rode like there was no tomorrow. Angela kept on telling me to moan louder as she fingered herself listening to me. Angela told me she wanted to be there licking the other woman’s pussy. I asked her if she would really like that. Angela said yes and asked me to give the phone to the woman. My wife took the phone and Angela begged my wife to let her lick her pussy as I fucked her.

That sent my wife over the edge. My wife admitted to Angela, “God! Yes! That would be so nice to have you lick my pussy!”

She then handed the phone back to me. Angela told me she wanted to lick her pussy and my cock as it slid in and out of her. This drove me wild and I told Angela over the phone that I was going to come! I let loose and screamed and grunted into the phone like a wild man. Angela started moaning that she too was coming. I shot my spunk deep and hard into my wife’s pussy as I heard Angela and my wife coming together.

I got an e-mail from Angela the following day telling me how wonderful that was and that she had called her girlfriend, Lucy, and together they made love in the afternoon. Angela said she kept on hearing my voice as her lover, Lucy, sucked her clit and brought her to orgasm.

I am now working on another woman who is a forty-one-year-old divorcee. She has agreed to be my Pleasure Unit. When we talk over the computer chat room she calls me Svengali. This is all I want her to call me. She has told me that this is so out of her character that it excites her to no end! She is loyal and does as I request. She lives in Utah. I have spoken to her once over the phone and listened to her masturbate to two orgasms. I vividly told her what I would do for her if she imagined that her hands, which stroked her clit, were actually mine. Later she told me, “Svengali, you are an incredible lover. I am here to pleasure you!”

She had grown as a lover through me. She had never read a sex magazine until I urged her to purchase a copy of
Penthouse Letters
. Now she is a subscriber. She also ordered her first dildo and vibrator through an ad in the magazine. I was with her the first time she used it on her pussy. She had her hardest orgasm ever when she imagined that her eight-inch dildo was really my throbbing cock.

When they say that a long-distance call is the next best thing to being there, they are not kidding. Through the computer and the phone I have had the most amazing sex ever and have never had to actually stick my cock into another woman.

Sex is all in the mind. The fact that my wife lets me fuck around in cyberspace and over long-distance lines tells me that she understands the natural urge men have to fuck around and fantasize. Fantasies make our sex life better. I lust in my heart and I don’t even need a condom to enjoy it!—
C.G., Dayton, Ohio

THEY PROVE THAT JAMAICA IS FOR LOVERS— EVEN IF THEY ARE MARRIED

Vacations to Jamaica are very few and far between. My wife, Shannon, and I wanted to make the best of it. Now that our two sons were in college and sneered at the thought of vacationing with their folks, we saw this as a long overdue second honeymoon.

We arrived at our all-inclusive resort tired and ready for a week of relaxing, ocean and sex. I was looking for a pay-off of wild and reckless lovemaking with Shannon all week long.

After five days of tanned bodies and thong bikinis and two very normal love sessions I was getting depressed. I wanted something to remember this vacation by, so I wrote a note for Shannon and left it on the dresser and went for my morning run on the beach.

The note read, “I dare you to come with me for drinks at midnight. But you must wear your black halter top and long black semi-transparent skirt with no underwear and a shaved pussy.”

I waited all day for a response, only to find out that she never noticed the note. I’m sure housekeeping got a kick out of it!

I showed Shannon the note about nine-thirty p.m. and did not get the eager response I hoped for. I was afraid my fantasy was dashed, so I left the room and went for a walk. I stopped for a Long Island iced tea and continued my walk. Then before going back to the room I stopped back at the bar for a second drink. I’m a guy that gets very sexual when I have a drink and when I got back to the room I was ready for some action.

Still holding onto the slim hope that I would return to a smooth-shaven sex machine, I entered the room to find her watching TV. We sat in silence for about twenty minutes and suddenly Shannon pulled off her blouse, turned off the TV and rolled over close to me. This forty-three-year-old mother of two still has one fine set of tits and I wasted no time in sucking those pert nipples to attention. After a little while my foxy wife whispered in my ear that she wanted to be blindfolded and put to bed!

I came on this vacation prepared for anything so I quickly went to my suitcase and brought out a silk scarf. She was stretched out on the bed, wearing nothing but her panties. I went over to her and lifted her head and tied the scarf around her eyes. Then I kissed her deeply, and I licked my way down to her perfect breasts, her stomach and finally rested between her legs. I kissed her hairy mound and immediately sank my tongue deep into her pussy. She squealed in delight, as I have always taken my time with pussy eating. Tonight I wasn’t wasting any time. Shannon liked the way I fucked her pussy with my tongue. Her juices tasted sweet and her scent was as stimulating as the ocean breeze. I always loved the way my wife tasted and smelled and tonight was no exception.

After a few minutes of tongue-fucking my wife’s breathing was getting heavier. She placed her hands on the side of my head and lifted my chin. I stared at her beautiful face over a tanned, gorgeous spread of pussy, tits, and hair. “I want something in me but not your fingers or cock yet,” Shannon whispered. “Any ideas?”

As I said, I came prepared for sex on this vacation so I went to my suitcase again and came back with a fourteen-inch, double-ended black dildo. Jamaican customs agents didn’t check this bag going into the country, but they would certainly check it when I left. I wondered what they would say when they saw my assortment of sex toys and novelties.

Shannon pulled up her blindfold and looked at the giant black dick. “Holy shit! That is the biggest dildo I ever saw!” she said.

“Yes, it is big,” I said. “But you are supposed to be blindfolded. So put it back on and let me do as I please!”

I knelt between her spread legs and swabbed the giant rubber penis with a tube of lubricant. I placed the tip of the greased black monster in her pussy. Little by little I slid it in, then pulled it out, going deeper each time until nearly all of it was buried in her drenched cunt. I fucked her with it for a good while until I brought her to her first orgasm of the night. The pleasure seemed intense, and after a little rest I slid the cock out at her request so she could go to the bathroom. I took off her blindfold and stretched out on the bed, stroking my cock, waiting for her return.

My eyes lit up as Shannon came out of the bathroom wearing the black outfit that I had asked her to wear. I could see she was wearing a black thong under her skirt, which did look very sexy. I had to ask, “Are you shaved smooth?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see when we get to the beach!” she said. “But first we are going down to the bar for some drinks.” I didn’t tell her I had already had two Long Island iced teas but I wasn’t about to throw any wrench in this plan. I put my clothes back on. We went down to the bar.

We walked into the open-air bar and I loved the looks my wife was getting in her black outfit. I ordered a glass of wine for each of us. Shannon wanted to walk to the beach so I walked behind her, watching her beautiful black-thonged ass sway back and forth.

We came to a bench and my hot-looking wife sat on the top of the bench back with her feet on the seat. We sipped wine, talked, and began kissing. My hand found its way to Shannon’s perfectly shaped breasts. I was enjoying the feel of her hardening nipples under the black, ribbed knit halter top. As I ran my fingers over them my wife was moaning and licking my ear. We finished our drinks and I held both glasses as I watched my wife reach under her flowing skirt and wiggle out of her panties. She held that thong up to my nose and I inhaled an evening’s worth of wet pussy. I could also feel a very damp spot as my tongue reached out and licked the creamy satin crotch. Shannon then folded the thong and put it in my pants pocket and told me to go get us more wine.

It was getting hard to walk straight but I managed to get to the bar and order two more drinks. As I waited for the wine my hand was in my pocket, rubbing over that wet satin crotch. If only the people at the bar knew my hand was touching a soaked pair of panties.

I made it back to the beach without spilling too much wine. When I arrived I spotted Shannon standing knee-deep in the ocean. She was holding her skirt up to keep the bottom from getting wet. As I approached her she turned toward me and flashed me a shot of her shaved pussy.

“Did I see what I think I saw?” I asked.

“Take another look and see,” she said, as she pulled that skirt up again. Yup. She had a perfectly smooth cunny in full view on the beach.

I sat down on a beach chair because I was drunk, and horny. Shannon came over and straddled the chair and I reached up to touch a dripping wet, sweet-smelling mound and two of my fingers slipped right in. I worked her pussy like magic and brought my wife to her second climax of the night. I knew her ass was probably showing and I saw three guys walking our way on the beach. I started to pull her skirt down but her hand stopped me.

“Let them look if they want to look,” she said.

As they walked past I continued to finger-fuck this steaming hot lady and they all gave me the thumbs-up sign as they slowly walked past. By now I was ready to get to our room for a good second honeymoon fuck.

As we walked from the beach, Shannon asked for her thong since we had to go through the resort lobby to get to the elevators.

“I think you’ll have to walk through the lobby without it,” I said. I was hot just thinking about that wet, smooth V between her legs, strolling through the lobby with people getting faint glimpses of the woman I was going to fuck.