Letters to Penthouse XIX

by Penthouse International

  First I bought a black cowgirl hat, and then I began to really get into the the idea of being his cowgirl. One thing led to another, and soon I had an entire outfit—cowgirl hat, little black fringed skirt and a black silk scarf to wear around my neck, like a bandanna. I topped it off by covering my nipples with pasties in the shape of old-style sheriff’s stars.

  All I told Darren when I spoke to him on the phone was that I had a surprise for him. Finally the day of my trip arrived. I got there okay, and we spent several hours enjoying each other’s company, as always. We started out by watching a hot video I had made for him before I left home, and that got us warmed up rather quickly. Later, after a little dinner and a lot of lovemaking, I was ready to show him my surprise.

  He was lying on the couch when I came into the living room after putting my outfit on. I watched his face as I came over to him, and he was smiling, loving my outfit. He told me later that he couldn’t believe I had found such a sexy and appropriate costume.

  As he continued to look me up and down, I straddled him on the couch, kissing his lips. Our tongues wrapped around each other as our mouths ground together, making us so hot. Between kisses he told me how he loved my outfit, especially the stars on my nipples. As we continued to kiss, he told me he wanted to make me come by just sucking and biting my nipples.

  I smiled at him and slowly plucked the pasties from my breasts. Darren’s tongue started licking my already hard nipples, making them even harder, if possible. Then he began sucking on them. “Oh baby, that feels so good,” I moaned.

  “I want to make you come like this,” he said again, and I could feel his teeth nibbling my nipples gently, then harder. I clutched at his head as he went on licking, sucking and biting, and before long I could feel my body tingling from my breasts to my wet pussy. My moans were louder now, and I was gasping. I knew I was going to come, and then I did, soaking his pants as I still sat there straddling him.

  Then, before I even got my breath back, he told me he wanted to fuck me now, wanted to make me come again. Well, God knows I was willing.

  “I want your ass, baby,” he said. I quickly got up and slipped off my black fringed skirt, then got back on the couch and knelt facing the back of it as Darren stood behind me, getting his cock wet with my dripping pussy juices. Then I felt him slowly slide his hard cock inside my hot, tight, waiting ass.

  My hands gripped the back of the couch, a long moan escaping from my lips as I felt him push inside me. Oh, how wonderful that was, feeling him sinking in deeper, my body wanting all of him. “Ohh yes, baby, that feels so good,” I moaned. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard.”

  “You want it all?” he panted. “You want it harder? Faster?”

  “Oohh yes, baby!” My ass pushed back against him, wanting all of his cock inside me. I could feel it slam into me hard, and my body quivered with excitement. The feeling was so incredible I could hardly stand it. Harder and faster he fucked me, until I knew I was about to explode. “Come with me, baby!” I cried out. “I’m going to come nowwww . . .”

  I could feel my body erupting, my ass spasming around his cock, my come squirting all over him, the couch and the floor, I was coming so hard. And I heard his loud moans as he came with me, shooting his jism up my ass.

  We collapsed together on the couch, barely able to move, holding each other. I smiled at him, telling him how fantastic that had felt, how I loved having him fuck my ass. And he told me the same thing.

  As we sat there relaxing with each other and recovering from the intense feelings we had just experienced, I thought of how happy I was that my cowgirl outfit had been the means of bringing us both such pleasure. And it occurred to me that it might be a great idea to wear some kind of costume for Darren every time I visited him, and I decided to do it.

  So when I began planning my next trip to see him, I tried to think of what I would dress up as this time.

  One day, as Darren and I were talking in the phone, he mentioned that the maid was at that moment cleaning his apartment. He then made a joking remark about wondering what she would do if she came in while he was sitting there naked, and we laughed. But just then a light bulb went off in my head. I could be a French maid! And the next day I began searching for the costume I wanted to wear.

  As it happened, I found a really cute outfit at Fredericks of Hollywood, and it was even on sale. It had a short black dress with lace at the bustline, which showed my cleavage very nicely; a white lacy apron to wear over it; black panties with white ruffles; a lace headband; and long white fingerless gloves. It was very sexy-looking, especially when I wore my black thigh-highs and heels to top it off. I even found a red feather duster.

  I told some of my friends about this, adding that it would be perfect if I could only speak French! So one of them, who knew French, taught me some appropriate things to say, like, Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?—which means, Do you want to sleep with me tonight? She also taught me how to say “Fuck me” and “Eat me.” So I was well-versed in all the French I would need, and I spent the next few days memorizing the words.

  Soon the day of my trip arrived, and once more I flew off to Wyoming. Again we spent the first hours of our reunion slaking our built-up passion, and again it wasn’t until after dinner that I decided to show off my costume. I went off to get ready, I and came back wearing the complete outfit, and carrying my red feather duster. When Darren saw me he smiled broadly and said, “Mmmm, I love it!”

  I paraded around the room a bit, telling him how I had gotten the idea. I bent over so he could see my exposed breasts, then turned around and bent again to show him my ruffled panties. Then I went over to him and ran the feather duster over his body. He was just wearing shorts, which he soon removed, and I playfully dusted his stiff penis.

  I then sat down beside him and asked him if he knew any French. When he said no, I proceeded to recite for him the French phrases I had memorized. He laughed, and then he said, “But you know, baby, what I love best is when you talk French without using any words. You’re an expert at that language.”

  I knew what he meant, and I grinned at him, and then went down on my knees on the floor. I bent my head to his crotch and licked his dick from base to tip. “Oh yeah,” he moaned. “That’s my sweet little French maid.” I took him in my mouth then, moving my tongue over the hard flesh as I slowly slid my lips down the shaft. I knew how he loved me to swallow all of him, and I did so, then began to suck him, slowly at first, then faster, as he squirmed on the couch.

  I was ready for him to come in my mouth, but instead he lifted me up, slid my panties off and laid me down on my back on the couch, lifting my legs over his shoulders. He rubbed his hard, throbbing cock against my wet pussy, getting it all slippery with my juices, and then he slid that wonderful cock slowly inside my waiting vagina.

  I cried out with joy and arched myself to meet him as he thrust deep inside me. My ass rose and fell with each thrust of his iron-hard tool. My body was on fire. Faster and harder he fucked me, and I felt my passion building irresistibly, until I exploded with a loud cry, squirting all over. Still he did not stop, but kept on fucking me until I could feel another orgasm rising. I was completely consumed by the sensations he aroused in me, and I climaxed over and over, my heart pounding, my head spinning, my body erupting again and again, until I had come at least six or seven times in a row. I lost count, knowing only that I and my body were completely possessed by my wonderful lover, until at last he cried out and gave me everything he had before collapsing on top of me.

  We lay there on the couch together, our skin flushed, our hearts pounding against each other, feeling like we could not even begin to move. But even then, in the back of my mind I was already thinking about what kind of costume I would wear for my next visit . . . —L.M., Centralia, Illinois

  HE RAN THE COPY MACHINE AND SHE NEEDED HIM TO TAKE A VERY SPECIAL PICTURE

  I used to have a job servicing copy machines for a large corporation, where I was close to more ri
pe, juicy pussy every day than most guys see in a month. Now and then a girl would lean over the machine while I worked on it, and maybe I’d see a little thigh or some cleavage. Sometimes I might get a brief glimpse of a girl’s panties, if I happened to be working under the machine when she came by. Half the time my balls ached from having a hard-on too long. Sometimes I thought the girls showed me a little tit or ass just to see how quickly I got it up. I would hear them giggle now and then when my cock tented my pants. Well, it was no joke to me. I was so horny most of the time that I could hardly see straight.

  One girl named Jamie was very nice to me. She was one of the prettiest girls at the firm. Her brown eyes reminded me of sun-warmed honey, and she usually had a smile on her moist, voluptuous lips. Her shoulder-length auburn hair curled softly, setting off her pretty face. In addition to that, she had a figure that was something to write home about—large, pointed breasts, a narrow waist and a pair of mouth-watering ass cheeks as round as ripe melons.

  One night near quitting time Jamie asked me if I’d stick around for a few minutes and help her with something she wanted to do. Having nothing urgent on my schedule, I said I’d be glad to give her a hand. As it turned out, I wound up giving her a lot more than a hand.

  The place cleared out fast after quitting time. Soon we were all alone with a couple of copy machines in the repro room. Most of the lights were switched off at quitting time, so the room was only dimly lit. “What can I help you with?” I asked, stepping up beside her closely enough to inhale the sweet fragrance of her perfume.

  “I want to send a picture of myself to my boyfriend,” she said.

  I didn’t understand. How was she going to make a picture of her face on a repro machine? “I don’t think we can do that,” I said.

  “Oh, he doesn’t want a picture of my face—he has that. He wants a picture of something that’s . . . a lot more personal,” she said, looking down shyly.

  Suddenly I got it. She wanted to send her boyfriend a picture of her pussy. “Is he overseas?” I asked.

  “No, he’s in prison, and he says he misses me. I sent him some panties that I’d worn for a couple of days, so he could push his nose into them and remember my fragrance. He said he appreciated it, but he needed a picture of my pussy to go with them.”

  I was getting hard just thinking about what she planned to do. “You’ll have to take your panties off and sit up on the machine,” I said.

  Quick as a wink Jamie pulled up her skirt and slipped her pink bikini panties off, giving me a look at the sweetest little pussy I’d seen in many a moon. Lifting her up in my arms, I set her shapely ass down on the machine. Of course this gave me a great opportunity to see the thing she wanted to take pictures of. The pink juicy lips of her pussy peeked out demurely from the downy hairs of her auburn bush.

  “You’re going to have to bend forward some, so we can get a good picture of your rosebud,” I said.

  She did what I said, and I shot a picture. It wasn’t very good. You could barely tell it was a pussy. I told her to bend forward more and shot another picture. It was better, but her boyfriend was still going to have to use a lot of imagination to tell what it was.

  “I’d get a better picture if I was turned on,” Jamie said. “My pussy lips swell up when I get hot. Maybe if you could . . .”

  I got the message. It was an invitation I couldn’t refuse, and I was glad to oblige. Bending down and putting my face between her bare legs, I began to kiss my way up the soft silky skin of her inner thighs. Lying back on the machine as I kissed my way higher and higher up her thighs, she gave me full access to the juicy lips of her pussy. As I kissed my way closer to her valley of dreams, I caught the sexy aroma of her love honey. That really got me hot. Then, pushing my nose into her bush, I thrust my tongue deep in her juicy cleft. Grabbing my head, she pulled me closer as I began to tongue her clit. She rocked her pussy urgently into me, meeting every thrust of my tongue as her excitement built. Suddenly her body stiffened and she held me close. Her thighs pressed warmly against my face. Then as she slowly relaxed, I tasted a fresh flow of love sauce from her pussy.

  My rock-hard cock demanded action, and my balls were throbbing with need. I was so hot that drops of pre-come were oozing out of the head of my cock. Pulling her close, I dug my tumescent tool out of my pants and pushed it into her juicy tunnel.

  Moaning softly, she began to writhe beneath me like a wild animal. Her rocking hips met every thrust of my cock. The powerful spasms of her hungry cunt began to milk my dick like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was heaven. Nothing could hold me back. Deep in my balls I felt the approach of a bone-crushing climax. Suddenly I erupted into her, shooting a huge load of thick come deep into her pussy. She came with me, her contracting cunt milking every drop of come out of my balls.

  When I finally slipped my cock out of her, it hung limply by my thigh, glistening with our juices. I thought our lovemaking was over, but I was wrong. Apparently I’d started something with her that she didn’t want to stop. Going to her knees, she lifted my comatose cock gently in her hand. Skinning it back, she exposed its plump red knob and took it between her lips. Lightly as a butterfly’s wing, her tongue fluttered over it, almost driving me out of my mind. She soon had my cock rock-hard again, and I felt myself soaring toward another climax. Taking me in deeper, she tightened her lips on my shaft and began to bob her head back and forth on it, fucking me with her mouth. As she did, her tongue strummed the underside of my rod. It was the greatest. All too soon I exploded into her throat, and she swallowed most of it, only a few pearly drops of come escaping her mouth and running down her chin.

  It was time to get back to business. Setting her back up on the machine, and making sure her pussy lips made contact with its glass surface, I shot another picture.

  Perfect! The picture showed every hair on the outer lips of her pussy, and every fold of her juicy inner lips. Just looking at it got me so excited that I had to lay her back and eat her pussy again. That in turn got me so hot that I needed to fuck her too. I pushed my cock into her wet pussy and fucked her until we both climaxed again.

  About a week later Jamie told me that her boyfriend loved the picture. But there was just one problem. He said that his buddies all wanted pictures of her pussy too.

  Jamie, being the sweet, loving girl that she was, was glad to oblige. Of course that meant lots of new pictures. And in order to get good sharp pussy pictures, she had to be eaten and fucked first to make her pussy lips swell up.

  This meant I was going to have to eat her and fuck her several times a week in order to meet the demand for new pictures. A tough job, but somebody had to do it. Of course, being the nice guy that I am, I was glad to help her in any way that I could.

  Pretty soon the demand for pictures of her pussy seemed insatiable. Every prisoner wanted one. For a long time we shot a new batch of pussy pictures once or twice a week. Soon we started making them in color, and then of course everybody wanted one of those.

  Fucking Jamie was so great and seemed so natural that before long I was fucking her several times a week, whether we were making pictures or not. Then, after a few months, her boyfriend got out of jail, and that was the end of that. But I’ll always remember our special photo sessions.—N.C., Frankfort, Kentucky

  IN A TRUCK, ON A BOAT OR IN THE WATER, NOTHING KEEPS THEM FROM THEIR PASSION

  It was a hot and sunny Saturday afternoon, and when Jake took me by the hand and told me to follow him, I did not hesitate. When we got to his truck we kissed intensely, as always, and then we jumped in and off we went.

  Jake told me it was going to be a long ride, and that I should go ahead and get comfy. So I took my top off, noting that he really seemed to like my lace bra. (Of course I knew he would, that’s why I was wearing it.) I reached for his crotch, and he willingly let me undo his jeans. I grabbed his cock and began sucking it. I like starting a blowjob when he’s not hard; I like to be able to suck on his dick and put his balls in my mouth at the
same time. I could tell he liked the way I sucked his fuck stick, because for some reason he had a real hard time staying on the road.

  As I continued to give him head, Jake told me that there was a truck coming up beside us. That didn’t stop me, though. As it pulled by us I could hear the driver blowing his horn, and Jake said, “I hope it was as good for him as it is for me!” That made me suck even harder. I really wanted to taste his come.

  Jake said he thought we should pull over, because when he came it was going to be quite a blast. I had my mouth full, so I said nothing, just kept sucking. He began driving faster and faster as I sucked harder and deeper. Finally he told me that he couldn’t handle it any longer, but there was no way he could pull over right then. I stopped sucking for only a few seconds to look up at him and smile. As soon as I started again, he came, filling my mouth. I swallowed every last drop, already ready for another mouthful. We kissed then. I’ve always liked the fact that Jake doesn’t mind kissing me after I’ve just had a protein shake.

  Finally we arrived at our destination. Before me I saw a large body of water and a party barge. Full of surprises, my Jake. He had me wait on the dock while he unloaded some supplies from his truck and put them on the barge. He came back with one pink long-stemmed rose and handed it to me, and we kissed. Then he led me onto the barge, and off we went.

  Jake suggested I slip into my swimsuit, and when I looked at him blankly he grinned and pulled out a two-piece suit he had bought for me. My man thinks of everything.

  We were out on the middle of this lake, just him and me, no phones, no television—it was wonderful. Jake took off his shirt and I rubbed my hands up and down his chest. He smiled and suggested that we go swimming before having a bite to eat. He took off his jeans and slipped into some trunks.