Penthouse Uncensored V (53 page)

Jules was jerking off when he heard his wife come. The women, having finished with each other, gave their attention to us. I moved toward the bed and Lainie took my cock in her mouth. Morgan took my balls in her mouth as she massaged Jules’s member. Then the women moved their sucking mouths to Jules’s throbbing meat.

Lainie urged me to bring my dick closer to the action. She put it next to Jules’s and the women applied their hot tongues to our privates. It was a turn-on for me to feel Morgan’s mouth on Jules’s sausage as Lainie fondled my ball sac with her tongue. As Jules and I were ready to shoot, Morgan and Lainie removed their mouths from us and began kissing. They embraced and rubbed their pussies together.

Jules immediately entered Morgan from behind. I took his lead and stuck my dick in Lainie’s twat. I grabbed onto my wife’s hips, which pulled Lainie’s bottom snugly over my meat, and Jules took Lainie’s ass cheeks in his hands. The women were grinding their soaked muffs together. The wet sound they made was a total turn-on.

I rammed my cock into Lainie’s pussy and pushed my ring finger deep into Morgan’s asshole. Soon the women were moaning and grinding their pert clits wildly against our hard cocks. The girls lost it at the same time, then us guys released our cream in their love holes.

We rested about half an hour, then spent the rest of the night enjoying one another in every imaginable way.

Since then we’ve become quite close to Lainie and Jules. They have a couple of other friends who are also into swinging, so it looks like we’ll get to experience our orgy fantasy after all.—
R.F., Denver, Colorado

THESE REDHEADED BEAUTIES, OFTEN MISTAKEN FOR SISTERS, SHARE A TASTE FOR CROWDS

My wife Lydia and I had been friends with Annette for about three years. We really get along well. Both Annette and Lydia are redheads with long, silky legs, and each fills a bra well. They are stunning when they are together because both have cute faces and great asses. Annette is just twenty-two, Lydia twenty-five. People always mistake them for sisters.

Lydia and I have tried to get Annette to swing with us but weren’t sure how to approach her. She has always had boyfriends, but they seemed conservative sexwise. One day Annette told Lydia she wondered what it would be like to have two guys at once. When I heard the news, I told Lydia to invite her over for a night of movies—videotapes featuring me and Lydia at some of our swingers’ parties.

Annette came over, and true to her fun-loving nature got all hot looking at the tapes. I put in the last tape, showing what ended up as a black-on-white swingers’ party. A few minutes into it Annette’s mouth dropped open, and she said she’d really love to see some naked black men up close. Lydia told her about a hot experience she’d had with a black guy and how well his dick made her come. All the while Annette had her eyes glued to the screen, where two black men were making love to my wife.

We invited Annette to go out on the town with us that Friday evening. Lydia suggested we go to a dance club where several of our black friends hang out. Both Lydia and Annette were dressed up like they were on the make. They were strikingly beautiful, and plenty of guys were giving them a good looking-over. Lydia recognized several of them. At least six had fucked her.

Gregory is a well-built guy in his late thirties with a very large cock, and Lydia will testify he knows how to use it. He has given her multiple orgasms on more than one occasion. He gave her a big hug and a long kiss. When she asked him if he wanted to fuck, all he could reply was, “Is ice cold?”

Then she introduced Annette. Gregory gave her a long look up and down and let out a low whistle. Lydia boldly said that Annette was craving black dick and wondered if he could fix her up. Gregory said he could do the job all by himself.

After that, things really went well. Everyone got in a mellow mood. Lydia took up with Mason, a professional boxer. We invited five other friends to our apartment for a small orgy, explaining that Annette had never been fucked by a black man.

Everyone was excited about seeing the orgy-virgin get it on. Gregory and Mason rode with us. The others followed. By the time we reached the house Lydia and Annette were topless.

Once we were inside, Gregory glued his muscular body to Annette. They were locked in a kiss and Gregory was feeling her all over.

Everyone watched the hot couple. Gregory continued to grope her and pulled up her skirt, giving everyone a nice view of her ass. Then he complained her panties were too snug for him to get a good feel of her pussy. She removed her skirt and he pulled off her panties.

We all watched in anticipation when Gregory moved his head down to Annette’s crotch. He examined her red-haired cunt and stretched out his tongue to give it a few licks. At the same time Mason had exposed Lydia’s red-haired cunt as well. The girls had both guys’ cocks out and were playing with them.

Annette could hardly encircle Gregory’s monster with her small hand. He sat on the couch and leaned back, helping her straddle his lap. She removed her top. He unfastened her bra and took her boobs in his big hands. She squatted over his pelvis with her back to us as she guided the fat head of his cock through the red cunt hair. Once the head penetrated her opening, she lowered herself down, crying out in intense pleasure.

When Gregory’s cock was completely inside, Annette fucked him furiously, moaning out in joy. Soon they both let out a loud groan and he shot his load up inside her cunt. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, telling him she would like to leave his cock in her pussy all night long. He laughed and said, “Baby, it’s going to be there a lot from now on.”

The party got into full swing. Lydia and Annette lay back on the big bed. Their red-haired cunts looked identical, except Annette was wetter from her adventures. Gregory mounted her while Mason took on Lydia. The other guys stood close by, big dicks in hand while eagerly waiting their turn to fuck those inviting snatches.

I grabbed the camcorder and recorded Annette’s first gang bang as one black man after another fucked her with his massive tool. The dark wide cocks stretched her pink pussy to the limit. I watched as her face contorted in pleasure from being filled again and again.

At one point Annette cried, “Keep those cocks coming!” and spread her legs even wider.

Each guy fucked Annette good and hard until he came with his meaty balls resting against her little twat. She proved to be a sexual dynamo. She just could not get enough cock. By the end of the night she even took Mason up her pale little ass while Richie pushed his long black schlong into her quivering beaver.

Gregory told Annette she had the best pussy that he had ever fucked. Annette replied by taking his meat into her hand and sticking it back in her hot snatch. The party lasted all weekend, and Annette never had so much fun. I know for a fact that Annette still meets Gregory quite often for some good deep fucking.

I’m glad we set her up that night. What else are good friends for?—
D.R., Baltimore, Maryland

FROM FIRST TEE TO EIGHTEENTH GREEN, THEY HOLE OUT IN A HURRY

As part of our effort to stay involved in each other’s life, my wife Penelope recently took up the game of golf. When we had our first chance, we went away on a golf package to a resort area. There were only the two of us and we enjoyed some great golf and great sex on the first day of our stay at the resort.

My wife has a great chest and one of those personalities that guys just know make for fun in bedmates. To top it off, when she golfs she wears those sheer nipple-revealing bras with tight-fitting sleeveless shirts that button down the front. More than once I have had to mention to her that buttons have come undone by the force of her golf swing and the thrilling momentum of her beautiful 36D, button-busting breasts.

On the second day we were paired with two divorced men, Evander and Quentin, who happened to be staying at our hotel. It was apparent that they found my sexy, vivacious wife very hot, and it seemed that she really liked these two guys.

My fantasy has always been to watch my wife make love to other men. Or to be honest, to watch her fuck at least two guys like a come-sucking, cock-loving slut in heat. To feed my desires, Penelope and I have an ongoing game we call “Do ’im?” which we play when I see a guy that I think might be desirable to her. Her response is usually “No,” occasionally “Maybe,” but rarely an emphatic “Yes!” During our round of golf with Evander and Quentin, I jokingly looked at Penny and asked, “Do ’im?” To my great surprise she looked me in the eye with a playful smile and enthusiastically said, “You bet your balls, do both of ’em!” The tantalizing half-comic, half-suggestive banter continued as we played through our round.

On one hole Penelope launched a great drive down the fair-way, looked at us, kissed the head of her driver and commented on how satisfying a big head and long shaft could be. Our two fellow golfers were speechless—their mouths dropped to their knees. Knowing her playful style, I just laughed. But even I was surprised a few holes later when Evander got a ten on a hole and seemed dejected when reporting his score to Penelope for recording. She looked up at him and said she always wanted to play with a man who needed a whole lot of strokes to accomplish his objective. Then she smiled, and ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip.

It was cool to watch Evander’s Bermuda shorts tent at the crotch as Penelope’s words gave him a swift woody. On the seventeenth hole, Quentin hit his second shot only two feet from the pin. As we watched, Penelope marked his ball for him and bathed it with her saliva. That, I thought hopefully, was a precursor of things to come, come, come! After tonguing it and wiping it off, she kissed it and gave it back. She told him to stick it in the hole for a birdie and she would reward him.

By the eighteenth hole you could see spots of pre-come the size of half dollars staining the front of three pairs of pants. By the bulge each of these leaky dispensers was making, Penelope had an indication about the size of each man’s driver. Call them their number one woods or number one irons, it was plain these guys were both playing with oversized clubs.

After our round they invited us to lunch and were generous with the wine and the courses of food. Given such an opportunity, my darling Penelope proceeded to drink a bit much. Soon the conversation passed from golf to sex, and in a joking mood one of the guys asked Penelope if I was better with my putter or my driver.

To my astonishment and delight she looked him right in the face, reached behind herself, slapped and grabbed her own ass-cheek and said it depended on whether I was playing the front or the back nine.

Then the conversation got around to past wives, or former golf widows, and the divorced fellows both said that their wives had never met their emotional and psychological needs. Before we knew it, they were almost in tears recounting the unwillingness of each wife to share and participate in their deepest desires and fantasies. I shared how Penelope had come around to the belief that whatever I wanted was at least all right to act out and role-play. As their mouths dropped again, my beautiful wife explained how she had role-played a farm girl, a maid, a waitress, a nurse, and—my favorite fantasy—a come-swallowing slut, who takes on two fellows simultaneously while her husband watches.

They revealed that this was the stuff they had always desired their wives to do: to pluck some primitive strings and make them feel like men. Then it was my turn to be surprised. Penelope looked at me and our two new friends and suggested that if I was ever going to watch my threesome fantasy she couldn’t think of a better time, a better place or better company.

Within minutes we were all in our room and I, just like a caddy, instructed them in each and every contour, hazard and fairway of Penelope’s body.

Ready to proceed with our own national open, Penelope went to her knees and unzipped first Quentin’s, then Evander’s, pants. After gently attending to their flag sticks by giving each player some sensitive head, she started to look for each golfer’s sweet spot.

Penelope, like the legendary golf wife of the radio interview, was wishing Quentin and Evander good luck by kissing their balls. Not just that—she licked them, with the effectiveness of a ball washer on the first tee. She tongued the ridge below each of their dicks, as well as the heads of their cocks. Penelope later told me she could determine what would send each of them into orgasm—a hole in one, so to speak—by their reaction to her oral investigation. She turned up the tempo of her oral and manual strokes and, with their excitement shooting straight down the fairway, our buddies teed off within a few seconds of each other.

Penelope had accomplished her first double eagle. And to look at her smiling face you could tell she’d won her Masters tournament and all that was lacking was a green jacket.

“Damn!” said Quentin. “That took so much out of me I may need a cart to get to the next tee! My legs are awful weak!”

“Well, don’t lose your balls in the bunker, boys,” Penelope said. “Join me on the bunk instead.”

She straddled the bed doggie style and asked me to make this a foursome. I was enjoying watching her in action so much I declined, saying I’d let Quentin and Evander play through. I instructed Evander to get behind her and hook one into her slice as Quentin scored a birdie in her mouth. Within a minute, they had a three-way playoff.

Evander had an easy lie. I could tell from the groans that she was about to tee off in her first threesome. She had always loved my two hands massaging her while we made love but now she had four. Instantly she gave out a loud cry, as if she had sunk a fifty-foot putt. Unlike many women, Penelope craves multiple orgasms. Now she asked that Evander take out his longest iron and link it to her. As her cunt swallowed his club from behind and squeezed it, she became perhaps the first human head cover in the history of golf. Quentin had lain down on the bed beside her and asked if his cock could have a Mulligan. She smiled and told him that Evander would be completing his round almost any second. As if to respond to her show of confidence in him, Evander let out a loud cry of “Fore!” Immediately withdrawing from her cunt, he splashed his load on her butt. As I watched him shoot his load I noticed that his dick, similar to his golf shots, had a natural fade to the right and consequently his come ended up entirely on her right cheek.