Letters to Penthouse XII

by Letters to Penthouse XII- It Just Gets Hotter (epub)

  I leaned forward and circled her butthole with the tip of my tongue. Jill gasped in surprise. Her sphincter tightened at first, then relaxed as she let herself enjoy what I was doing. Nothing impresses a woman more than knowing her lover is willing to give her the most intimate attention there is—pleasuring her asshole with his tongue. Her drawstring muscle relaxed and eased open a little, showing me its shiny inner pinkness. It was plain what Jill wanted. I wasn’t about to disappoint her.

  I stiffened my tongue and pushed it inside the rim of her wonderfully hot asshole. She tasted musky and exotic. Jill groaned deep in her throat, loving the overwhelming feeling of having my warm tongue up her ass. I played my tongue in and out of her tight hole, probing her. She sensuously wiggled her bare butt against my face and used the fingertips of one hand to rub her clit while I reamed her anus.

  I lapped my way from her twat to her cunt. She was lubricating so much by then that her pussy was covered with her natural honey. She kept diddling her clit while I ate her box. I ran my tongue up and down her pink folds, occasionally sliding from her sex to her anus and back.

  I could tell by her breathing and the way she moved her hips that she was about to come. I decided to help her out a little. I slipped my middle finger knuckle-deep in her pussy, completely coating it with her cream. Then I pushed that same finger all the way up her asshole.

  Jill cried out and bucked against my mouth as she orgasmed. Her pussy flooded my mouth with juice. In all my dirtiest daydreams I had never imagined she would turn out to be one of those rare girls who has squirting climaxes. She really was too good to be true.

  “Fuck me now, quick, while I’m still coming,” she wailed. Her body was covered with sweat. I quickly positioned myself between her legs and shoved my cock home. Jill arched her back and bit down hard on her bottom lip. Her stiff nipples were so deep pink now they were almost red. She panted and shook her head. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. It was as if she were riding out a whole series of long, rolling, continuous orgasms.

  I pounded my cock in and out of her slippery, clutching cunt. When it was time for my own moment of truth, I pushed as far into her body as I could before exploding.

  When I finally pulled out, a lot of come dribbled from her tight snatch onto the couch cushion. I didn’t care. The sooner my girlfriend found out about me and Jill the better.

  Jill asked me to eat her some more. As I licked and sucked her reddened pussy lips, I wondered if she felt the same way I did about making this a long-term arrangement. What if she only expected this to be a one-time fling? All I knew was, she sure as hell seemed to like what I was doing.

  That’s when the truth hit me. All this time, Jill may have been secretly hoping that I would wise up, drop the “just friends” bullshit and pursue her. She probably had the same “grass is always greener” regrets that I did, but she knew I was too much of a goddamned “gentleman” to press her for sex. That’s why she had taken matters into her own hands by showing up on my doorstep.

  When I thought of all the time I had wasted being platonic—well, it just made me enjoy eating her shaved, wide stretched cunt all the more. In this game of pursuit and capture, I had turned out to be the prey.

  I didn’t mind a bit. From now on, though, I think we’ll both be happy that I can finally say, “No more Mr. Nice Guy.”—J.T., Evansville, Indiana

  HERE’S A NEW DEFINITION OF “TIME OFF FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR”

  During a recent “sweeps” week, a local TV newscast ran an investigative piece about department store Peeping Tom security guards. The reporter revealed that several surveillance cameras at one mall turned out to have been installed in inappropriate places, such as in the ceilings of women’s bathrooms and changing rooms.

  I can confirm that those kinds of tales are true because I’m lucky enough to work at a store that hasn’t gotten around to pulling the plug on its own “peekaboo” cameras. So long as my fellow guards and I keep those cameras’ video feeds off the monitors whenever anyone from management drops by our office, nobody will be the wiser.

  Monitor duty is the best part of my shift. I love sitting alone in the dark office and watching a college girl go into a changing room, especially when she wants to try on a swimsuit. Thinking that nobody can see her, she will unbutton her blouse, unsnap and remove her bra and let her sweet tits hang free. Then they check themselves out in the mirror. I like watching the really busty ones try to wedge their swollen boobs into a bikini top that is too small. The way their creamy jugs spill over the cups is enough to make me want to spill some cream of my own.

  Even though girls know they are supposed to keep their panties on when trying on bikini bottoms, you would be surprised how many of them don’t Often they are not wearing any underwear to begin with. Take it from me— seeing a fresh-faced young beauty push down her tight jeans to reveal only bare skin underneath never gets old.

  Once I was lucky enough to be on monitor duty when a guy and a girl went into the ladies’ room together. The girl checked to make sure it was empty. The two of them hurried into a stall and latched the door, not knowing that a hidden camera was directly above them and I was watching their every move. Those two must have been super horny for each other, or maybe just kinky. Either way, they obviously were in a rush to fuck.

  The guy shucked his pants and sat on the toilet with his hard dick pointing straight up. The girl got on her knees to blow him a little, then hiked her skirt around her waist. She straddled his crotch, took his rigid pole in her hand and lowered herself onto it I could tell from the look on her face that she was having a hell of a time as she rode up and down on his rod. He tugged down the stretchy neckline of her leotard top and sucked her tits while he fucked her.

  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.