Letters to Penthouse XIII (20 page)

“There now, lover boy,” she said. “That’s just a taste of the rewards waiting for you if you pass your final.”

We kissed and quickly dressed, as it was almost time for Janet’s husband to get home from work. As I left, I promised I’d study my ass off, so I could fuck her.

“I hope so,” she cooed.

Over the next couple of weeks I studied hard—so hard that I passed my finals and finished in the upper half of the class. My friend said I ought to do something special for Janet, as it was all because of her that I had done so well on my exam. Little did he know that I had already made my plans.

I waited till the following Saturday, when Janet’s husband was out of town for the weekend. When I arrived at her house, she was waiting for me, wearing the same skimpy shower robe.

“Let’s not waste time,” she said. She led me to the bedroom and took off her robe. I stripped. She fell to her knees, took my cock in her mouth, and licked and sucked it like a lollipop. It was obvious that she was very experienced at cocksucking, and I soon filled her hot mouth with semen. She swallowed every drop.

“Now,” she murmured as she lay back on the bed, “show me how thankful you are for my help. I want you to fuck the shit out of me with that beautiful cock.”

I buried my face between her legs and went to work on her swollen pussy. As I ate her, she soon screamed and flooded my mouth with the best-tasting pussy juice I’ve ever had. Before she could catch her breath, I crawled on top of her, sank my fuck stick deep in her well-lubed cunt and began to fuck her like a demon.

“Harder!” she cried. “Deeper! Come on, fuck me! Make me come!”

I fucked her for a good twenty minutes, and she climaxed twice before I seeded her sloppy pussy. I crawled off, and the two of us rested. But before long she began sucking my cock, and she soon had me hard again. I rolled her on her stomach and fucked her from behind. She moaned and shook as she built to a super-intense orgasm. I shot another load deep in her.

I spent the rest of the weekend with Janet, fucking her pussy, mouth and asshole more times than I can remember. The two of us were completely worn out by the time I left on Monday.

Since then I’ve returned to fuck Janet whenever her husband’s away. I’m also doing well in my advanced math classes, thanks to my very sexy tutor’s special teaching methods.—
H.G., Jackson, Mississippi

HE GOT HOT WATCHING HIS HOT NEIGHBOR WASH HER CAR. LUCKILY, SHE WAS HOT TOO

There she was, my luscious neighbor Angie, coming out of her house in a string halter that revealed most of her bouncing breasts and a pair of wickedly tight short-shorts I’d seen her in before. About three inches of her ass hung out when she bent over.

She was five-six, a hundred twenty pounds, with sandy blonde hair six inches below her shoulders, 34D breasts and a firm round ass. She waved as she passed me sitting on my porch. I was still there, waiting for her, when she came back an hour later. She said she’d been at a friend’s house and invited me to her place for a visit. Her husband was at work.

“Please excuse me for a few moments while I change, so I can wash my car,” she said with a smile. “You can wait in the carport.”

Ten minutes passed, and when she returned, my jaw hit the ground. She had on a hot-pink bikini top that barely covered her areolae, with a matching high-cut bikini bottom. Her feet were bare.

She smiled and said, “What’s wrong? Are you OK?”

“Yes, of course,” I stuttered. “I was staring. Sorry.”

“Hope you like what you see,” she grinned.

She walked over to her car and started work. It took her about an hour to wash and dry the car. I watched her the whole time, my cock hard. Finally she gathered her things, came in the carport, where I was sitting, and put everything away.

“Let’s go in where it’s cool,” she said.

I followed her in the house and sat down on the couch while she brought in a couple of glasses of iced tea. We made small talk.

Finally I said boldly, “I couldn’t help staring at you while you washed your car.”

Angie smiled. “I know. I did that on purpose. While I was visiting my friend, her sexy husband was there. I got horny thinking about him as I was coming home, and then I saw you.”

“Lucky me, then,” I said.

She stood up, untied her top and let it fall to the floor, revealing perfect tits with hard nipples. She hooked her thumbs into her bottoms, pulled them down and stepped out of them. I stripped down in a flash.

“Wow! Nice hunk of meat there, stud!” she said, and she started sucking it. I reached around and played with her slick pussy. She stopped and sat down, and I got between her legs and started to eat that pussy. She came very fast.

“Let’s go in the bedroom,” she panted.

When we got there, she pushed me back on the bed with my cock sticking straight up. She straddled me and fucked herself into massive convulsions. Then I rolled her over on her back and pushed her legs to her tits. Her asshole spread wide, and I drove my dripping cock deep in her. As I pounded away, she came. I exploded in her ass, then collapsed on top of her.

Thank God for her friend’s sexy husband!—
D.A., Frederick, Maryland

THEY PUT HIM IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, BUT IT TURNED OUT NOT TO BE SO SOLITARY

I am currently incarcerated in a correctional facility. I have been here for three months, serving a one-year sentence. I am eighteen and about five feet nine, with a solid seven inches of cock. Knowing that I wasn’t going to get laid for a while, I used to sit in my cell and beat off at least two or three times a day. Sometimes I’d fantasize about the correction officers and all I’d love to do with them.

The last couple of days I have been a pain in the ass, so they put me into an isolation cell for awhile. While I was there I let my mind wander. I imagined that the sergeant of the guards came around and started talking to me. I noticed a bulge in his pants, and asked him why he had it. He said he was hot, and asked me if he could suck my cock. He got on his knees, pulled down my pants and started licking my balls. It felt good. He took my cock in his mouth and it grew hard in a second. Enjoying this, I held on to his head as it bounced up and down on my cock like a basketball.

Pretty soon I noticed that someone was watching through the little window in the cell door. I said something to the sergeant. He stopped sucking, went to the door and opened it.

There stood the hottest female correction officer in the whole damn prison. Her name was Fran, and I had often fantasized about bending her over and fucking her heart-shaped ass. Boy, was I happy to see the sergeant start kissing her and stripping her down. The hair on her pussy was the same color as her shoulder-length brunette hair.

They both came over and began playing with my cock and balls. I kissed Fran and sucked on her tits. Then I dove straight for her pussy. Soon I was deep inside her with my tongue and fingers, licking and nibbling her clit. While I was doing this, the sergeant was sucking my dick and masturbating. We all came within minutes.

It didn’t take long for me to recover, and I again started licking Fran’s hard nipples and sucking her pussy. I was soon harder than ever, and I wanted her ass. I bent her over and stuffed my cock deep in her pussy. She moaned and then made a purring noise, taking the sergeant’s sizable cock in her mouth.

I pulled out and spread her ass cheeks. Damn, that was the best-looking ass I’d ever seen, and I wanted to stick my dick in that tight little hole. With my cock lubricated with her pussy juice, I went for it. As I entered her slowly, she let out a low grunt. The grunts became louder, even though she had the sergeant’s cock deep in her throat.

Those grunts of pleasure made me want to start ramming in and out, and that’s just what I did, pulling my dick out, then jamming it all the way back in, all the while kneading her big tits. Within minutes I shot everything I had deep in her tight asshole as she sucked the sergeant dry.

“We all got dressed in silence. Then the sergeant said, grinning, “Would you mind if we paid you another visit tomorrow?”

“I’m counting on it,” I said.

“Me too,” Fran said, and she gave me a French kiss before they left.

I don’t know how long I’ll be in solitary, but at least I’ll have something to keep my mind occupied.—
Name and address withheld

WAS SHE A HIDEOUS MONSTER OR A VISION OF BEAUTY—OR MAYBE BOTH?

She was standing in my bedroom doorway, the light from the hall filtering in behind her. The door jamb framed her as if she were a life-size centerfold.

The light caused her golden-blonde hair to blaze, and a cool spring breeze coming from an open window seemed to give it life. It flowed in waves over her smooth shoulders and down to the center of her back. Her skin was bronzed from the sun, giving it a blemish-free appearance. Her dark, sultry eyes twinkled, and her full, moist, red lips glistened in the subdued light.

She wore a red one-piece dress that stretched over her body, stopping just below her crotch. It hugged her curves in all the right places, and left very little to the imagination.

Her sultry voice caressed my ears, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as she whispered, “Do you want me?”

I heard my voice as if it were far away. “My wife will be home soon.”

She walked toward me with fluid catlike movements, her hips swaying from side to side. She stopped in front of the bed where I lay naked under the covers. She bent over at the waist. Her firm, round breasts fell forward slightly, and as the cool breeze blew through the window, tiny bumps appeared on her arms and her nipples stood erect, pressing against the fabric of her dress.

She licked her lips slowly, then leaned forward to kiss me. I felt her warm breath on my cheek and smelled the fragrance of her hair as it brushed against my face. Our lips were only a millimeter from meeting—I could almost taste their sweetness.

Then the image shattered like a million shards of glass raining to the floor. And everything was gone. I fell, helplessly spinning and twisting through the blackness of space. A voice echoed in my ears, but the words were unintelligible.

Then I heard the words again. This time they made sense. “Open your eyes!”

The voice was familiar; was it my angel in red? I opened my eyes and sucked in my breath in a gasp. It was hideous! Its face was covered in a green paste, exposing only cold, dead eyes, two nostrils and a pair of dry lips. Its hair was wound around large rods and held into place by metal clips.

What a ghostly apparition, I thought. Then whatever it was screeched at me, “Get up, you’re going to be late for work.”

I rolled out of bed and, rubbing my eyes, made my way to where the hideous creature stood. I gently kissed it on the back of the neck, fondly remembering that this was once my angel in red. I looked past the green goop on her face and into her deep blue eyes. They were a bit hard these days, and cold.

I smiled and said, “You look beautiful,” then gently kissed her lips.

Her eyes softened and she smiled too, cracking the dry paste. “I look like shit,” she said. “Now go get ready for work.”

“No,” I said. “I think I’ll take the day off today.”

“Why?” she asked.

I lifted my brows a couple of times and rolled my eyes toward the bed.

She smiled again, wider this time. More dry paste cracked, and small pieces sprinkled to the floor. She playfully slapped my bare chest, but let her soft hand lie there. Her eyes twinkled with delight as I cupped the back of her neck in the palm of my hand and wrapped my other arm around her small waist, pulling her close and kissing her passionately.

Our tongues wound around one another like slippery serpents. The kiss lasted for a euphoric eternity. When we separated she looked at me wide-eyed and said, “What got in you?”

“A vision of beauty,” I replied.

She pulled herself from my embrace, saying, “Let me wash this stuff off my face.” Then she turned and went in the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I stripped off my briefs, went back to the bed, climbed under the blankets and waited for her to return. I lay thinking of the vision in my dream until the bathroom door swung open.

She stood in the doorway wearing one of my old flannel shirts, with only the two middle buttons fastened. Below the buttons I saw her crotch and the tiny bush of hair that covered it. Above them, her ample breasts spread the shirt wide, showing her cleavage. Her golden-blonde hair was wild and uncombed. The green goop was gone from her flawless cream-colored skin. She wore just a hint of makeup, which brought out her sweet full lips and bedroom eyes.

She walked slowly toward me, tossing her head slightly to flip her hair back. It seemed to move in slow motion, brushing her shoulders and bouncing into place.

She pulled the blankets down and mounted me, straddling my waist in a kneeling position. Her hand found my throbbing manhood and pressed it down against my stomach. Then she slid forward, holding it in place with her crotch. I felt her hair touching the head and her moistness pressing against the shaft as my rock-hard pole strained to stand erect.

Now she opened the shirt buttons, and I cupped her firm breasts in my hands, tenderly rolling the hard nipples with my fingertips. I released them as she leaned forward, the nipples rubbing against my chest. She licked my lips with her slick tongue, and I pulled her close, mashing her breasts into my chest and kissing her passionately while groping her tight body with my hands, searching for her secret pleasure spots. Our breathing quickened as our passion grew into lustful heat.

She sat up and wiggled herself into position, then raised herself enough to allow my throbbing hard-on to slip in her warm, wet depth. She moaned with pleasure as it slid inside her to its maximum length. She waited a moment, savoring the hardness deep in her. Then, slowly, she began bouncing up and down and grinding her hips, her moans becoming louder.

As the lustful tension increased, she threw her head back, and her gyrations intensified wildly. Soon she was howling, and a minute later her body jerked spasmodically and she dug her long nails in my chest, moaning, “Yes! Oh yes! Oh baby!” as orgasmic euphoria washed over her.