Letters to Penthouse XIII (11 page)

But I was, and she knew it, too. She turned to smile at me, and I saw where she had stopped. She was standing next to the bin of cucumbers.

I stopped too.

She reached into the bin and examined one or two of the cucumbers before picking one up. It was long and thick. Not
too
thick, but plenty thick enough. She fondled it while continuing to look straight at me. My knees felt shaky.

“Nice, isn’t it?” she said, grinning. “You want it, don’t you, white lady?”

I started to say no, but I didn’t. I found myself moving toward her. She held the cucumber out to me, and I touched it. It was smooth and cool. I couldn’t help the little sound I made, the little catch in my breath.

It wasn’t just the cucumber. It was the girl—the sexy, delicious, mysterious black girl. And the way she held it. And the way she looked at me.

Still holding the greenish vegetable, she turned without another word and walked back toward the room in the rear.

I followed her.

She sat down on the couch, turning sideways, and signaled to me to sit opposite her. I started to do so, then stopped. After a moment of hesitation, I reached beneath my skirt and pulled down my panties. I stepped out of them, then sat down facing her. She was grinning, and I felt myself blush.

“Now you’re getting into it, white lady,” she said. “Let’s see how much you can take, huh? Come on, open up for me.”

I still blushed, but there was no use being coy anymore. I wanted it, and she knew it. I drew my legs up and spread my thighs apart, pulling my skirt up around my hips. I was moist. More than moist. I was wet. I was breathing quickly, and a little involuntary moan came from my throat as the girl brought the cucumber to the junction of my thighs and pressed the end of it against my pussy.

“Here you go, baby,” she said, pressing harder. I felt myself expanding, spreading. I felt the thing going into me. As I caught my breath, I spread my legs even wider.

“That’s the way,” she encouraged. She was twisting the cucumber slowly back and forth as she continued to push it into me. I was moaning. Moaning and pushing back. I reached out and put my hands on her breasts, holding on to them as I strained to take more of the probing vegetable inside my cunt.

“Yeah, you’re really digging this, baby,” she said. “Looks like fun.”

And with that the girl scrunched forward, spreading her own thighs, and moved up to position the other end of the cucumber against her pussy. Even as she continued to slide it slowly into me, she maneuvered the end she held inside herself. And then we were both taking it in.

She was holding it in the middle now, and as I felt it filling me up, I began to move ever so slightly back and forth. She did the same thing. In effect, we were both fucking the cucumber. Or it was fucking us. My moans became full-throated cries, and the girl was making gasping noises. Still the green quasi-dildo was sinking farther into each of us, until finally our crotches met, touching around the now invisible thing.

I released her breasts, and my aimless hands found hers, and we held on to each other’s hands, leaning back and pulling at each other as our groins bumped and rubbed together, our bodies spinning out of control. I heard myself shouting hoarsely as I exploded in climax. Maybe a minute later her body bucked several times and then went limp.

I’m not sure how much time went by, but the first thing I was aware of was her hands letting go of mine. Very slowly and carefully, then, we disengaged ourselves from the cucumber. It was moist and slimy with our juices.

The girl handed me the cucumber with a grin, saying, “Here, white lady, take it home with you. No charge.”

I took it.

I still have it in my freezer. I meant to eat it, but somehow I never did. Maybe I will sometime.

I kept meaning to go back too, but I didn’t do that either. And then summer was over, and when I did go back, she was gone. I never did learn her name.—
B.D., Chicago, Illinois

HE’S STILL WONDERING WHY THE LESBIAN TRIO, OUT FOR A DRIVE, PICKED HIM UP

I never believed any of the dumb letters in your magazine, so probably nobody who reads this one will believe it either. But this all
really happened,
so I say, Shove it up your ass, buddy.

The other day I was riding in my truck, minding my own business, when I looked in the window of a car that was sitting beside me while we waited for a traffic light. This was in the middle of the city, mind you. Well, this chick was driving, a young babe with long dark hair, and there were two other chicks in the backseat. One of them had dark hair, like the driver, only not as long, while the other one had blonde hair that was kind of wild and curly and was moving all over the place.

They were all pretty good-looking, but what really caught my eye was what was going on between the two in the back. The blonde had her hand up under the dark-haired girl’s skirt, and I mean
way
up, and the dark-haired one had her eyes closed and was looking all tense. Every once in a while her eyes would open, in kind of a stare, and her mouth would open too, and she would stiffen up for a minute. Then she would relax and close her eyes again.

It was pretty obvious what was going on there, and I watched them go at it until the light changed and their car took off. But at the next light I pulled up alongside them and the byplay in the backseat was still going on. But now I was close enough to hear the dark-haired girl moaning, even over the traffic noise.

I kept watching them, fascinated, and then I became aware that the driver was looking at me. I met her gaze, which was not particularly friendly.

“Having fun?” she said.

“Yeah,” I said, grinning at her. “But not as much as they are.”

“Why don’t you just mind your own business?” the driver said.

“Hey, lady,” I said, “they are practically doing it in the street. That’s not exactly private, you know.”

She started to reply, but first the blonde in the back spoke up. “What the hell, Sarah, let him watch. He’s kinda cute. Right, Bonnie?”

This last question was addressed to the girl next to her, who was now stiffening up again.

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Jesus … oh don’t … fucking … stop …”

The light turned green again, and the car took off.

I followed it. The hell with where I was supposed to be going, I was really curious now. And horny too.

We were close to the city limits, and there were no more lights now. I followed them as they turned onto a road leading out of the city. I didn’t try to hide the fact that I was following them. They went on for a couple of miles and then slowed down. I saw we were coming up to a rest area on the right side of the road. They pulled into the entrance, and I followed.

The rest area was screened from the road by trees, and it was mostly deserted. The other car pulled into a parking spot, and I pulled in right beside it.

When I looked in the other car again, I got a shock. The blonde in the back still had her hand up under the dark-haired girl’s skirt, but that girl’s blouse and brassiere had been removed, and her high rounded tits were naked.

The driver didn’t say anything, or even look at me. She just kept staring on straight ahead.

But the blonde in the back called out, “Okay, Mister Curious, come on over!”

I was surprised, but I wasn’t going to turn down an invitation like that. I got out of the truck and went over. The driver didn’t move. The dark-haired girl called Bonnie, the one with the naked tits, had her eyes closed and was rocking back and forth, kind of whimpering to herself.

“Come on,” June said. “Get in here already.”

I opened the rear door and slid in. I was next to the dark-haired girl, with the blonde on her other side.

“This is Bonnie,” the blonde said, indicating the girl next to her. “I’m June, and that’s Sarah,” she said, motioning toward the driver. “What’s your name?”

“Matt,” I said, and added, “Just what the hell is going on here anyway?”

“What the hell does it look like?” June said, “We’re a bunch of lesbians having a little fun. Right now Bonnie’s having the most fun. Aren’t you, Bonnie?”

“Mmmmm,” Bonnie said.

“Bonnie loves to be fingered,” June went on. “It gets her so hot. She likes it better than being eaten. And she can just come and come all day long. She gets so hot, she’ll do anything. She’ll even suck a cock. You want her to suck your cock, Matt?”

Well, shit, I would have liked nothing better, except that this Bonnie chick seemed to be pretty much out of it, and even if she did suck my cock, she probably wouldn’t know what the hell she was doing. Something about that turned me off. So I said no.

“No?” June raised her eyebrows.

“No,” I said to the blonde. “I want
you
to do it.”

She laughed. “I’ll just bet you do,” she said. “But I don’t suck cock, baby. I just suck pussy.”

Now the driver, Sarah, spoke up from the front seat. “I do,” she said.

June looked at Sarah in surprise, but I doubt that she could have been as surprised as I was. “What?” she said.

“Yes,” Sarah snapped back, “I suck cock.
I’m a lesbian who sucks cock.
I suck pussy, and I also suck cock. You see, there are still things you don’t know about me, June.”

“Don’t stop,” Bonnie whined, as June’s hand had evidently paused in its labors. “Please, please, don’t stop—” The nipples on her bare breasts were sticking out like fingers. She never stopped rocking back and forth.

“What are you saying?” June said to Sarah. “You want to suck this guy’s cock, is that what you’re saying?”

“This started out to be such a pleasant day,” Sarah said. “Then you had to start diddling Bonnie out in public. You knew what would happen. Then you had to stop to pick up a man.”

“Hey, it’s not me driving the damn car,” June said.

Bonnie gave a little scream and a shudder as part of what seemed to be a single continuous orgasm.

“That’s enough, Bonnie,” June said, pulling her hand out of the girl’s skirt. Bonnie gave a moan of protest. “You get this joker to let you suck his cock,” the blonde went on, “and maybe I’ll give you more.”

Bonnie turned to me. “Please, may I suck your cock?” she pleaded. “Please? I’ll be good, I’ll be real good. Okay?”

Hell, there was only so much temptation I could stand. I pulled down my zipper and took out my prick, which stood up nicely.

“Be my guest,” I said.

“No,” Sarah said from the front seat.

“What do you mean, no?” June demanded.

“I won’t let you manipulate Bonnie like that,” Sarah said. “It’s not right.”

“Hell, I’ve been manipulating her all day long,” the blonde said, grinning. “She loves being manipulated.”

“You know what I mean,” Sarah said angrily.

“You’re a fucking bitch, Sarah,” June said.

“And you’re a promiscuous slut,” Sarah replied.

Bonnie had her eyes closed again. Her hand was now under her own skirt, and she was rocking again and making mewling sounds as she played with herself.

“So is
anybody
going to suck my cock?” I inquired.

“No!” June snapped at me. “You just get the fuck out of here!”

“What’s wrong with you?” Sarah said to her. “You’re the one who got him in here in the first place.”

“So what? You uptight bitch,” June said. “If you’re so concerned, why don’t
you
suck him?”

“OK,” Sarah said. “I will.”

“The hell you will.”

“You don’t think so?” said sassy Sarah. She turned to me. “Get in front.”

Modestly, I tucked my dick back in my pants, but I didn’t bother closing my zipper as I climbed out of the car and went around to the other side so I could get in the front seat beside Sarah. Then I took it out again.

As Sarah was behind the steering wheel, there wasn’t much room for her to maneuver. She found the lever that moved the front seat and pushed it back as far as possible. Then she slid out from behind the wheel and knelt down in front of me on the floor of the car.

“You’re not serious!” June exclaimed.

“No?” Sarah said. “Watch me.” And she bent forward and took about half of my sizable prick in her mouth. June gave a gasp of disbelief, and so did I. Bonnie was still mewling.

I expected Sarah to draw her mouth up, toward my cock-head, and concentrate her sucking on the part that was already in her mouth. Instead she moved down, taking more of me in, until the head of my cock was pushing against her throat. Then she swallowed it.

“Damn!” I said. “Jesus fucking Christ!”

Her tongue ran over my straining flesh as she held me in her throat. Then she started sucking—and I started moaning.

Now I’ve had plenty of chicks suck my cock in my time, but I have to tell you that this Sarah was as good as any of them, if not better. She knew when to go slow and when to go fast, she knew when to stop and when to start again, and she knew how to use her tongue to drive a guy crazy. If she used that mouth as well on women as she did on me, I could understand why June seemed so upset.

“God damn you, you lousy fucking bitch!” June screamed. “How can you do that to me?” And then she started to cry.

Immediately, to my great disappointment, Sarah took her mouth off my cock. “Ah, don’t cry, baby,” she said in a softer tone than any I’d heard her use up to now.

June kept on crying.

“I’m sorry,” Sarah said, and now she got up from her knees and climbed up on the seat, reaching out to June in the back. “I’m sorry, baby I was just angry. Come on, honey.” She had climbed up almost on top of me, and as she crouched on the seat and stretched up and forward to reach out to the blonde girl, her crotch was practically in my face.

I pushed up her skirt, but her thighs were spread too far apart for me to pull her panties down. I slid three fingers under them at the crotch, but as soon as they touched her pussy, she pulled away sharply. In the same motion she scrambled over the seat and tumbled into the blonde’s arms.

When I turned around to look, they were hugging each other and kissing passionately. Both of them were crying now. As the kissing and crying went on, June’s hands began to move over Sarah’s body, and soon Sarah was returning her caresses. Carried away by their fervent passion, they fell over on the seat, with June mostly on her back and Sarah more or less on top of her.