Letters to Penthouse XII (35 page)

When I saw the guy throw back his head and mouth the words “I’m coming,” the girl jumped off his lap quick. She knelt in front of him and started jerking him off, really sliding her fist up and down his cock fast Maybe this was their idea of safe sex, or maybe she just liked watching him come. His load started spurting. The first gusher made it all the way to the back of the stall door, but the rest landed on the mosaic tile floor in front of the toilet. I almost felt like applauding the son of a bitch.

All this just leads to the reason I’m writing. Yesterday I saw a slutty looking Gen-X babe take a few pairs of expensive silk pants into a changing room. She had on black jeans and one of those tight black cotton tops with spaghetti shoulder straps. Her spiky hair was also black—a flat shoe-polish black that made her milky skin look like white marble. Throw in bright-red lipstick and you’ve got a girl who looks like the kind of vampire who would give any guy a wooden stake.

She had brought a backpack into the changing room. I watched as she calmly shoved the three pairs of pants into it. This was one occasion when I would have to be a participant and not just a spectator.

I hurried downstairs in time to catch up with her as she stepped out of the store into the mall. I grabbed her shoulder and barked, “Excuse me, miss, you’ll have to come back with me into the store.”

She managed to go even paler when she turned to face me. Despite her punk get-up, I had the feeling this was the first time she had ever broken the law.

She ran a hand through her spiky hair. “Fuck no, this can’t be happening,” she said, all wide-eyed and scared. “Look, I’ll pay for the stuff I took if you’ll let me go.”

“Just come with me,” I said. I led her upstairs to the security office. “I’ve got to call the police whenever something like this happens, you know.”

Her bottom lip was trembling. I thought she might cry. Strangely, though, her nipples were quite obviously stiff. Her thin shirt couldn’t hide their erect state. She had a nice set of tits. Not too big, but definitely not small.

I must have looked at them a little too long because she caught me staring. She tried to put on a sexy expression and fake a little confidence. “How about if I show you my tits? Then will you let me off?” Her fingers played around the hem of her shirt, ready to pull it up.

I had the feeling I could bluff her into more than just a titty show. “Sorry,” I said. “Rules are rules.” I reached for the phone.

She put her hand on top of mine before I could pick up the receiver. She implored, “You want me to suck your dick? I can do that. But that’s my last offer.”

I wish I could describe how hot she looked at that moment. A girl who is simultaneously hopeful, defiant and nervous is a joy to behold. She didn’t know if she held all the cards or if I would laugh in her face.

I let a few seconds pass without replying, just to ratchet up the tension a few more notches. Her rapid breathing made her round tits rise and fall. A light film of sweat appeared on her top lip. She licked her lips. That did it.

I took my hand off the phone, leaned back in my chair and reached for my zipper. The girl gave me a smile of smug superiority as she went to her knees. My cock was already hard when I pulled it out. She put her thin fingers around my prick, opened her mouth and put her lips around the swollen head.

She was good. Her head bobbed up and down fast, and she really sucked hard. Maybe she was putting so much energy into that blow job because she wanted to get it over with ASAP and get the hell out I didn’t care.

“Reach inside my fly and cup my balls,” I said. I wasn’t worried about her getting rough with them. I got the sense that we were both happy with this plea-bargain arrangement. Besides, she wouldn’t mind doing anything that might make me come faster.

She slipped her cool hand inside my zipper and into the opening of my boxers without taking her mouth off my prick. She put the soft base of her palm against my nuts, but surprised me by sliding her middle finger back to my asshole. I felt its tip dip inside. She pressed hard.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I said, cupping the back of her head with both hands. She didn’t try to pull away when I started shooting. The sound of her gulping down my load was the icing on the cake.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up. She said, “We’re square now, right?”

I weakly gave her a thumbs-up. She turned and hurried out of the office. I followed her progress on the video monitors beside my chair, watching her walk through three departments and out of the store, swinging her backpack.

She probably thought I had forgotten to take back the shoplifted pants but I knew she still had them. That was okay with me. As far as I was concerned, she had earned them.—
E.D., Billings, Montana

RECRUITING FROM A RIVAL LEAGUE SOMETIMES TAKES AGGRESSIVE ACTION

I knew I might be doing more harm than good by coming to Ray’s rescue when a bunch of gang members started roughing him up in the alley. It was obvious that he was headed for a serious ass-kicking if nobody stepped in to stop things. I couldn’t let that happen.

When I put myself between Ray and the head goon, that musclebound prick snorted, “Aw, look at this. The fag has a little girlie for a guardian angel. Ain’t that sweet?”

Ray tried to push me aside. “Get out of here Julie, before you get hurt!” I ignored him and stood my ground.

The gangbangers looked at each other like they weren’t sure what to do next. Then all of us heard a siren. That made up their minds. They scattered and left me and Ray behind.

I turned and looked at Ray, hoping he wouldn’t be mad at me for what I’d done. He gave me an embarrassed smile showing his incredibly sexy dimples. He was actually blushing. “Thanks,” he said, throwing an arm around my shoulders. “You’re my hero.”

That’s what I liked about Ray. He wasn’t full of phony macho bullshit. Most guys would have acted all pissed off, like their pride was hurt because it was a girl who kept them from taking a beating. He was more sensitive and honest than that. He was special. Ray was exactly what I wanted in a than.

Unfortunately, Ray also was gay.

Everybody I knew said I was an idiot for trying to get a gay guy interested in me. They told me the only way Ray would start lusting after my body would be if I managed to grow a dick. I refused to believe them. I knew if I could get Ray in bed with me just once I could set him on the “straight” and narrow.

That night in the alley, I knew my chance had come. “Ray, look, I need to talk to you about something serious,” I said. “Would you come back to my place with me?”

“I guess it’s the least I can do, considering.” His smile was so sweet I wanted to kiss him. Soon, I thought. Soon.

I made tea and sat close to him when I brought it into the living room. This was it, I thought. Ray had either been oblivious to the signals I had tried to send him since we met last month or else he had been ignoring all of my attempts to show him I was interested. He wouldn’t be able to ignore me tonight, though.

I put my face close to his and said, “Ray, I want to go to bed with you.”

He looked down at his tea and blushed again. “I know,” he said. “But, well, you know how I am.”

I put a hand on his thigh near the crotch of his pants. “I know. And I don’t care. I think we could be great together … if you give me a chance.”

The whole time I had known Ray, my only hope was that he might turn out to be bisexual instead of one-hundred-percent gay. If he had even a hint of hetero in him, just the smallest trace, that meant I had a chance. That’s all I wanted.

When he looked back at me, I leaned in and put my open mouth on his before he could say anything. Give me your tongue, I thought. If you give me your tongue, I’ll know that you could want me. Please, please, slip your tongue in my mouth.

He did. I met it with my own, loving him, knowing in that instant that he would fuck me that night. I tugged up my blouse while we kissed, baring my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Suck my nipples,” I whispered, guiding Ray’s head to my chest. I cupped one of my tits from underneath, aiming its tip at his mouth. He sucked it, running his tongue around its puffy halo while he drew it into his mouth.

I could feel my pussy getting slippery and hot. I had wondered if Ray might be a virgin when it came to girls. If he was, I was proud to be on the verge of becoming his first woman.

I put my hand over his cock and was thrilled to feel it hard through his pants. I found the tab of his zipper and pulled it down so I could reach inside. I had always been curious to know whether he wore boxers or briefs. To my delight, it turned out he wore neither.

His cock was hot and stiff. I pulled it out where I could stroke it while he nursed at my tit.

“Let me suck your cock,” I said. “I’ll make you feel really good.”

Ray’s face showed a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. If he was operating strictly on lust at that point, in a zone where he was so excited he didn’t care if I were a man or a woman, I didn’t mind. By the end of the night all of his confusion would be gone.

He leaned back and watched me. I took his hard dick in my mouth, licking its underside. Then I went for the gold. Slowly, inch by inch, I moved all the way down his cock until my lips were around its base. Then I backed off and did the same thing again, only faster. I was using my mouth like a pussy, deep-throating his precious cock, taking in every bit of it.

Ray thrust his hips, getting into the rhythm. I could tell when I had him right on the verge of coming. That’s when I backed off. Still stroking his pole, I said, “I think you’re ready to fuck me now.”

I quickly took off my skirt and panties. Then I lay back on the couch with my legs spread. I held my cunt lips apart with my fingertips. “Come on and fuck me, Ray,” I breathed. “Fuck my sweet, slippery little pussy. It’s waiting for you.”

I was taking a risk by expecting him to mount me. I could have settled matters more easily by straddling his crotch and sitting on his hard dick, taking the decision completely out of his hands. But that would have been cheating. He had to want to fuck me. If he didn’t want my pussy by now, he would never want it.

Ray had his hand on his cock, stroking it while he stared at my cunt. He looked like he was touching himself because he just couldn’t help it, which made me feel good. We didn’t say anything. Then, all at once, Ray got on top of me and began hungrily kissing my mouth. His hard-on pressed blindly against my crotch, seeking out my fuck-hole. I took his dick in my hand and guided its velvety tip to my pussy’s opening. Ray thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deep into my body with one motion. I bit down on my bottom lip so I wouldn’t cry out. I was in heaven.

I played with Ray’s nipples while he fucked me. He really seemed to enjoy that His little nipples were as hard as his cock. When I reached between our crotches to finger his balls, he groaned with pleasure. Then I clamped down on his pumping cock with my pussy. He wailed, “Oh, God, I’m coming, I’m really coming.” I felt his prick spasming inside my body and filling me with hot cream.

He turned his face away from mine and said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let that happen. I’m really sorry.” But I noticed that he wasn’t pulling his dick out of my cunt. It also didn’t seem to be getting any softer. Even though he had just shot his load, his cock was still wonderfully erect.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” I said, massaging the cheeks of his ass. “I know you’ve been with guys. That doesn’t bother me.”

He looked back at me. “That’s not what I mean,” he said, looking so sensitive and sincere that I felt all warm and tingly. “I mean that I’m sorry I didn’t let you come first.”

My pussy managed to get even wetter when I heard those words. “Don’t worry, lover,” I said. “I’ll be happy to give you another chance to make things right.”—
C.N., Medford, Massachusetts

EVEN IF YOU CAN’T DISCOVER AMERICA, YOU CAN GET IN THE COVERS WITH ERICA

I had wanted to fuck the woman who lives next door ever since the first day my wife and I moved to this subdivision. That’s when Erica came over and introduced herself. She lived alone and said she did computer consulting work from her home.

The best description of Erica is to say she’s like a busty, 30-year-old version of Martha Stewart. She had her shit together career-wise, she was no dummy and she managed to look sexy and no-nonsense at the same time. Some guys don’t go for independent women like that but I sure do. If I had been smart enough to have married one, maybe I wouldn’t have had such a strong urge to stray.

I saw Erica from time to time working in her yard, backing her car out of her garage or getting her mail. Like any wife, mine regarded Erica as a potential threat simply because she happened to be single. That meant we didn’t invite her over to any parties at our house. Those were for other couples only.

Married life has its advantages, but every time I got a look at Erica I wanted to cheat so bad it hurt. Did I mention that she had a great body? I was fascinated by the way she could make what should have been “conservative” outfits look sexy. For example, you might not think that a sleeveless blouse with a sweater tied around the neck could be hot. But the armholes of that blouse were big enough to show she wasn’t wearing a bra, exposing the curved side-swells of her tits. The dangling arms of the sweater tied around her neck rode atop the bulging shelf made by her big breasts, accenting their size. Technically, she was dressed for a church social but the effect was anything but saintly.

After a couple of months in the new house, my wife and I started getting into arguments about bills, her lack of sex drive, whether or not we should start a family and all the other joys of married life. She even bitched at me for little things like the fact that I got Columbus Day off while she had to work. Life was turning into a real party.

I watched her leave for work that day. At the same time, I saw Erica pull into her driveway next door. She got out of her car carrying a bag from Starbucks. Apparently she had made an early coffee run.