Letters to Penthouse XII (38 page)

As I continued rubbing, slipping my hands under the band of her panties, she lifted her hips up slightly. After a few seconds of this, I finally got the message and slipped them off her. She gave a soft sigh, and I continued my massage. It occurred to me that she was probably looking for some payback for yesterday, so I slowly moved my hands and fingers down toward her pussy. When I reached it at last, she was as wet as anyone could hope for. I gently slipped a finger inside her and ran my other hand underneath her tummy to massage her clit. She started to hump my one hand and grind down on my other.

In my experience, women had always taken a long time to get off when I stimulate them manually, but within seconds Brenda’s body shuddered as she came. I lightened up my caresses, knowing how sensitive a woman can become after orgasm, and she rolled over on her back.

By this time I had lost my towel and my erection was clearly evident. She smiled up at me and reached out her hands. I smiled back, leaned over and gave her a kiss. I then sat back up and said, “I haven’t finished applying your lotion. We don’t want you to get burned, right?” Once again I started to apply the warm lotion, starting with her stomach and moving up to gently caress her breasts. They were large, soft, tender breasts, with stretch marks, but that did not take away from their beauty. They were glorious globes to behold.

She and I were both truly enjoying the massage, and I moved up to get closer—so close that I was sitting between her legs. She felt me move and wrapped her legs around me. I continued to massage her breasts and stomach and could feel her legs drawing me closer. I looked down and saw that my cock was only a few inches from her pussy. She smiled at me, and we both knew what was going to happen.

I moved again, positioning myself before her glistening tunnel of love. Slowly, gently, I entered her. As I did, she let out a soft moan. I followed with a slightly louder moan. Together we started to make love beautifully. There was nothing compulsive or wild in our movements. We were two adults doing what we wanted to. Under the hot sun, on a quiet afternoon, with the breeze gently blowing through the trees, we slowly but surely both reached our climax, coming almost at the same time.

We lay there together, covered in sweat and suntan lotion, and talked for a few more minutes. She thanked me, I thanked her and we both continued on with our lives. She stayed with her husband and kids, and I went on to realize that there is more to a woman than just her physical beauty.—
R.D., Joplin, Missouri

SOMETIMES EVEN CONS GET LUCKY AND FIND HOT LOVE

I am currently in prison. My wife left me right before we were supposed to have our first conjugal visit. And in the divorce, that’s all she left me—doing twelve-to-life with no chance of sex.

I put an ad in a swinger’s magazine looking for an exhibitionist who wasn’t afraid of having sex in public. I did it more or less as a goof; I guess you could say I’ve got some spare time on my hands. To my surprise, a girl named Kirin answered my ad. We sent each other some letters, and she wrote that she was going to come up to see me. I didn’t sleep for days knowing she was on her way. I wanted to look my best and took a cold shower before she arrived, so I wouldn’t look tired.

Not only was she an exhibitionist, she was a knockout, with long blonde hair and a body that even the correction officers were admiring. The CO’s here are pretty cool when it comes to guys getting onto the visit floor—even though there’s not supposed to be any physical contact—so Kirin and I were able to meet before we sat down.

She sat down after we kissed hello. Did I say kiss? Jesus, she stuck her tongue right down my throat Some women meet prisoners just to see what it’s like, but once they see the reality of prison life they get real nervous and just want to get out of there. She wasn’t like that I was impressed, and boy, was I hard.

Kirin sat down and we were talking for a while, then she started to make some sexy motions with her nice, long legs. She spread her legs apart, slowly looking around the room to make sure that no one else was paying too much attention. She wanted to show me that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. God, I was in heaven. This girl was the first piece of good luck I’d had in a long time, and she made me forget about all the bad luck I’d had.

She put her finger into her pussy, then lazily stuck her finger in my mouth. I thought I’d come right then and there. She tasted so sweet I knew I just had to lick her. I bent forward and stuck my tongue inside her. I didn’t care what happened to me if the CO’s caught me than, I came all over myself before I even started moving my tongue.

I didn’t care if they took me out of there in handcuffs. I had to fuck this girl. We went out on the veranda over a little yard where inmates can stand with their visitors, have a smoke and talk. We went into the corner and she leaned back on me. I had my back against the wall, literally. I worked her dress up till I could see her little pussy. Man, I was rock-hard again already, and Kirin was wet—very wet. My cock slipped right in.

I couldn’t believe it. Somebody pinch me, I thought but not until I get off with this beautiful fantasy girl. She bent forward, pushed her pussy back hard and rubbed up against me. I grabbed her waist and thrust into her heavenly chute maybe ten times before I came like a fire hose. I rubbed her nipples like a madman, and she came.

After we finished, a few of my associates clapped and whistled. They love to talk about it back on the block. So do I, you know? I’m a lucky than at last.

I’ve seen Kirin a few times since then. When we get together it’s like we’re on stage, and the audience really loves the show. Even the CO’s tell me I’m a lucky convict. Top that!—
P.K., Attleboro, Massachusetts

SOME STRAIGHT-UP TALK ABOUT A STALKER GETTING THE STALK

I was having one of the best fucks of my life with my new girlfriend Tricia when I got a hell of a surprise. We were balling on a queen-size featherbed at her family’s beach cottage. Tricia had her own set of keys to the place, and we were there without her parents’ knowledge. That just made our little lovefest all the sweeter, of course.

Tricia is one of those voluptuously sexy girls who seems to be bursting out all over without actually appearing plump. She has oversized tits like Anna Nicole Smith and a big ass like Jennifer Lopez—which makes for one hell of a winning combination in my book.

She had been blowing me in the car and flashing her tits on the drive to the cottage that morning. By the time we arrived, we were so worked up for each other that we started stripping before we were even through the front door. She had led me into the master bedroom and lay back on the goose-down comforter with her knees up. I started to eat her pussy, which was already wet with her juices, but she said, “Save that for later. I’ve got to feel your dick in me. Come on and fuck me!”

As soon as I pushed my dick into her cunt, I was in that great “zone” that only comes along every now and then. Don’t get me wrong; screwing always feels good, but on those days when everything is going exactly right, when you’re so completely charged up that you can focus one-hundred percent on the fuck and you can tell that your girl is as completely involved in the act as you are, brother, that’s something special.

My cock was hard as steel and my nuts were drawn up around the base like two ball bearings. Tricia was working a finger in and out of my asshole, pausing every few strokes to press on my prostate. I felt like I was stuck in come overdrive, and I was loving it.

Then I noticed someone at the window watching us. I couldn’t see the whole face, only a baseball cap and a pair of dark sunglasses. I was so pissed off at having such a great fuck ruined that I pulled my cock out of Tricia’s slot and ran to the window. The spectator, who was dressed in a baggy sweatshirt and jeans, quickly ducked below the windowsill. A few seconds later I could see the pervert running off toward a dune.

I snapped at Tricia, ‘T’ ll be right back.” I grabbed my pants, pushed up the window and crawled out through it I ran across the sand holding my pants in one hand. My still-stiff cock slapped up and down against my belly and thighs. I would worry about getting dressed later, at that moment, I didn’t want to break nay stride and lose my quarry.

I was gaining fast, then I saw the bastard trip over a rock and go down hard. I grabbed an arm and flipped the fucker over, saying, “Now your ass is mine, buddy!” I was ready for anything.

“Don’t! I’m a girl, I’m a girl!” she said, shielding her face. Her sunglasses had fallen off, and some of her long brown hair had come loose from her baseball cap. She was a girl, all right—and she was a cute one, too.

I was straddling her upper body with my bare legs. My cock and balls were pressed against the front of her sweatshirt. Both of us were panting. The tension in the air was definitely sexual. I didn’t know whether to yell at her, apologize to her or kiss her. Somehow I managed to ask, “Why were you watching us back there?”

“Look, I’m Rebecca, Tricia’s sister. I’ve been staying at the cottage since yesterday, but I was out buying groceries. When I got back I saw that the front door was open and I wanted to make sure that nobody was inside waiting to knock me in the head.”

While she talked, she was staring at my cock with what I thought was more than casual interest. I’m proud to report that my rod was still almost fully erect and glistening with pussy cream. Rebecca said, “You’d better not let Tricia know you were naked when you caught up with me. She’s always accusing me of stealing her boyfriends, and that might not go over too well.”

That sounded intriguing. “Have you really done that?”

“What, steal her boyfriends? Sure. Just to see if I could, sometimes.”

I crept forward so I was covering more of her body and the head of my cock was closer to her face. We were out of sight of the cottage, so I wasn’t worried about Tricia seeing us from the window. “And do you think you could steal me?’

She grinned. “Without even trying,” she said. She snaked out her tongue to give the tip of my cock a quick lick. My dick jumped with excitement, getting harder and more sensitive. I took hold of it down by the base, aimed myself right at her mouth and pressed in between her lips. She opened wide and took it.

Rebecca lay there on her back in the sand and sucked my cock while I crouched on all fours over her head. I fucked my dick in and out of her warm, wet mouth. She squeezed my nuts with one hand and reached around my hips with the other. She apparently knew from watching me with her sister that I liked having a finger up my ass.

I had been closer to coming a few minutes earlier, when I had stopped fucking Tricia and jumped out of the bed. Now I felt as if that orgasm and an all-new one were combining forces inside me and getting ready to ignite. Tricia’s pretty little sister was doing such a good job sucking my dick that I didn’t doubt her boyfriend-stealing skills one bit. She was incredible.

I groaned deep in my throat “Fuck, Rebecca, I’m going to come!” Right then she jerked my cock with one hand and kept sucking, drawing out every bit of my come and swallowing it all. I was trembling by the time I finished shooting.

“We’d better get back to the cottage now, before Tricia starts worrying about you,” Rebecca said. “Get your pants on and let’s go.” Judging by her carefree attitude, you would have thought that I had just shaken her hand, not come in her mouth.

I had one leg in my pants when I heard Tricia’s voice behind me, yelling at Rebecca. “You backstabbing bitch! I should have known!” Tricia came rushing down the dune at her sister like the hand of God. She wore only a light robe. It wasn’t tied, which meant I could see her tits and bush.

As the two girls got into a screaming match, I just sat down in the sand and watched. I figured I was pretty much screwed at that point no matter what happened, and it was a long ride back to the city. But at least I could enjoy a little postgame show before heading home.—
J.K., San Diego, California

A CAMPAIGN WORKER CASTS HER VOTE FOR A THICK ONE IN EVERY SLOT

I was a student volunteer campaign worker for a congressman I’ll call Kegren who was up for re-election last November. At a nighttime rally, I spotted a protester in the crowd who I knew was going to be real trouble. Kegren had a reputation for being in the tobacco lobby’s pocket, so we were used to getting flak from anti-smoking groups at our events. This guy was something different, though.

This guy was hot.

Like any girl, I have to admit that there are certain types of men who can melt all my resistance. In my case that means cowboys. I grew up in West Texas before moving east to attend college, and I always had a soft spot for guys in hats and boots. That soft spot was right between my legs.

I lost my virginity to a ranch hand in the back of a pickup truck. He taught me how to suck dick, how to fuck and how to twirl a lasso—all in the same night. My next boyfriend and I liked to sneak off and screw in the hayloft of his daddy’s barn. The sound of the horses in their stalls beneath us made me feel raw and natural and free when we fucked, like we were animals of the four-legged kind. I celebrated my nineteenth birthday by taking on three rodeo riders in one night, first separately and then all at once. I had one dick in my mouth, one dick in my pussy and one dick stuck up my ass. I told my girlfriends the next day that I was walking bowlegged because I was saddle sore. And it
was
sort of the truth!

All of my best sexual memories have involved men who fucked like the stallions they rode. I couldn’t resist them then, and I still can’t to this day.

I tried to subdue those urges once I started attending college, though. My major was political science, and I knew that if I ever planned on running for a political office myself, the last thing I needed was a reputation as a cowboy-crazy slut.

But then I saw that protester at the Kegren rally, and all those old feelings flooded over me again. That’s because he had the weather-beaten hat, the leathery tan, the vest, the chaps and the chiseled good looks of the classic Marlboro man.