Letters to Penthouse XII (16 page)

I turned my back to him and slowly pulled up my skirt. I was going to tease him for all I was worth.

One of the first things I learned when I started dating is that all men love garterbelts. The sight of silver garters attached to a nice pair of nylon stockings will give any guy an instant hard-on. And my darling little Kevin is no exception.

I hiked my skirt higher so he could see the gentle swell of my thighs above my stocking tops. Then the crotch of my silver satin panties came into view along with my hard buttcheeks. I was certain that he could probably smell my pussy too. Taunting him like that was making me horny as hell, and I could feel my pussylips starting to get sticky.

I used my fingers to wedge the back of my panties into my crack like a thong, so my bare cheeks were hanging out. Kevin cupped them in his strong hands.

“You like my sweet ass, don’t you?” I said. ‘T’ ll bet you’d just love to stick your tongue out and lick it, wouldn’t you?”

Kevin practically whimpered. “God yes,” he said, leaning forward. “Please let me do it!”

“Give me that magazine first,” I said, pushing him away.

Kevin handed me your fine publication. I flipped through it. “Oh, isn’t this girl pretty?” I asked, looking at one of your models who was holding her cheeks apart to display her asshole. “And this one is really sexy, too, don’t you think?” Kevin nodded like he didn’t know if he should agree with me or not.

I flipped through a few more pages. “I’ll bet I could send in a pretty hot letter myself, if you gave me something good to write about,” I said “Do you think you could do that?”

I pushed my butt back against his face. That was all he could take. He yanked my panties down to my knees. Then he opened his mouth wide and practically devoured my crack. He licked me all the way from the small of my back to my pussy and back up again. After he rimmed my asshole for a few minutes, he gave it a long, deep French kiss.

I just had to play with myself. I fingered my pussy while Kevin probed my pooper with his wet tongue. Finally I decided that I wanted something more substantial up my ass.

“I want you to fuck me now,” I said. “Go get some lube and get me ready for your dick, baby.”

Kevin hurried to the bedroom. I stretched out on the couch face-down. I lay there like a queen while he spread my buttcheeks and squirted lube against my asshole.

“Work it in with your fingers,” I said, resting my face on a pillow. “And please do a good job of it.”

I felt two of his thick fingers push into my butt, greasing me up. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. “That’s nice,” I sighed. “That’s perfect.”

Kevin stripped down. He straddled my body on the couch and positioned his tool against my back-hole. He took a long time getting inside me, because my asshole is still pretty tight. Once he was in, though, I relaxed enough to let him fuck my ass like it was my creamy pussy.

I worked my clit while he boned my ass. When I made myself climax, the contractions of my pussy and ass made Kevin come too. I felt his semen squishing out around his cock and running down my thighs.

Afterward, I asked him to sit at my computer and type this letter while I dictated it to him. He seems to be enjoying what I’ve said so far. I can tell by the way his dick has stayed hard the whole time.—
C.S., Bryan, Texas

A STUD ON VACATION LEARNS THE TRUE MEANING OF BEACH BUM

In exchange for replacing a head gasket on his car, a buddy of mine said I could use his beach house for a week. I planned to take my girlfriend with me, but we broke up two days before we were supposed to hit the road. Just my luck. But since I had already taken the time off from work, I made the trip solo.

The house was kind of a dump, but when I looked out the back door I suddenly didn’t mind. Between the tiny backyard and the beach was a sidewalk, which meant I had a great view of everyone walking past. Best of all, there was an outdoor shower only a few feet away from the back gate. It was nothing more elaborate than a six-foot pipe sticking up from the ground with an on-off handle and a showerhead, but the first time I saw a girl use it, I nearly popped my load.

She was covered in sand, like she had been rolling around on the beach or something, and her bikini barely contained her big tits and her incredible ass. She had a great body, with nicely toned legs and arms, but her butt was her best feature. Her cheeks were wide and firm-looking, and her ass cleavage was so deep that water and sand funneled down between them into the seat of her bikini bottom.

She reached back and ran a finger inside one of her leg-bands so she could hold it away from her body and let the water wash down her legs. She took a quick look around but she didn’t see me watching her from the house. Thinking that she was unobserved, she pulled the back of her bikini bottom completely away from her ass and let water stream through it.

From my angle, I could see right through that open leg-hole to her bare crotch. Her pussy had thick, meaty lips. I could even make out the sight of her crinkled asshole in the dark space above her split. I wanted to finger it, lick it, fuck it. I grabbed my dick through my shorts and started stroking myself.

From the look on her face, the brunette obviously was enjoying the sensation of the water beating against her crack, letting a fingertip play around her anus for a few brief, tantalizing seconds. I wished I could take that lucky finger in my mouth and suck it.

Then the girl let her bikini bottom snap back into place. She moved around underneath the showerhead and rinsed off. I was on the verge of coming when she looked in my direction for the first time.

Her eyes went big with shock, but then she surprised the shit out of me by flashing a little grin. I took my hand out from the front of my shorts, hoping that she hadn’t noticed what I was doing.

She turned off the shower and squeezed the water out of her hair. Then she walked through the beach house’s back gate as nonchalantly as if she owned the place.

I stepped through the back door. “Hi,” I said, praying that the hard-on in my shorts wasn’t too obvious.

“Hi,” she answered. “Are you a friend of Billy’s?”

I was damned impressed that Billy knew a girl as hot as she was. “Yeah, I am. He’s letting me use the place for a few days. He couldn’t make it himself, though.”

She frowned. “That’s too bad. He’s a great guy to party with.”

I hoped this was my opportunity. “I’ve got some grass inside if you’re interested in getting high.”

Her eyes lit up as if I had just told her she won the lottery. “Is it good stuff?”

“Nothing but the best.”

Five minutes later we were sitting on the couch sharing hits off a generously large joint. “Smoking always makes me horny,” she said, scooting closer to me. “How about you?”

“Watching you shower already got me pretty horny.”

She giggled. “Well, are you planning to do anything about it?”

“Maybe,” I said, laughing a little bit. I wasn’t sure if she was just fucking with me or if she really wanted to fuck me.

“Why don’t you tell me exactly what you want,” she said, “and we’ll see if we can take it from there.”

I guess I must have had a hunch about how wild she was because I blurted out, “What I want? What I want is to eat out your asshole and then I want to fuck it.”

She didn’t look surprised, much less shocked. She took a long drag off the joint, held it in and slowly exhaled. Then she stood up, bent at the waist and backed her butt up against my face, rubbing the skimpy material of her wet bikini bottom against my mouth. “Go for it, big boy,” she said. “Let’s see just how good you are.”

I wasn’t about to waste any time and let her change her mind. I whipped her swimsuit down her thighs until she was standing bare-assed. I put my hands on her cheeks to spread them wide. My thumbs were on either side of her puckered asshole so I could stretch it open sideways. I ran my tongue around the rim of her anus, then pushed it deep inside her hole. I was so turned on by the taste and smell of her ass that it felt like my head was going to explode.

She made little sighing sounds, so I could tell she liked what I was doing. After a few minutes she said, “Have you got any grease? I like to be good and slippery when a guy fucks me back there.”

“Uh, I don’t know,” I said.

“Check the nightstand drawer in the bedroom. That’s where Billy keeps it.”

Now I was, even more impressed with my buddy. I couldn’t believe that he had actually butt-fucked this beautiful brunette before. Hell, I couldn’t believe that I was going to do it!

She stepped out of her bikini bottom and led me by the hand into the bedroom. She pulled out a drawer and produced a half-empty tube of K-Y while I got out of my shorts. She handed me the tube men knelt on the mattress on all fours. Her bare ass was stuck up in the air in invitation.

I squeezed some lube in my hand and rubbed it up and down the length of my cock. Then I pressed the tube’s tip against her asshole and squeezed out another big dollop. Before it could roll down, I was on my knees behind her in bed. I pushed myself against her tight rim and started slipping inside her asshole, amazed by the warmth and feeling.

“Oh yeah,” she groaned when I worked my cock all the way in. “That feels so damned intense. Now fuck my asshole, dude. Give it a good, hard fucking.”

We were so well-lubed that my cock easily slid in and out of her backside. Almost immediately after I penetrated her brown-eye, I was able to ream her completely. Our bodies made loud, sexy slapping sounds as I fucked her. My nuts were drawn up tight against the base of my stalk, and they were dying to release their- load. I wanted to come so bad that I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Take it all up your ass,” I said, thrusting my dick deep into her hole. She clawed at the sheets and grunted in satisfaction as I popped my wad.

We lay together afterward, exhausted and still half-stoned. Eventually I helped her out of bed and we took a shower together. She washed my cock, and I cleaned up her crack.

After promising to be back the next day for more partying, she headed out the back gate of the beach house and down the sidewalk. Another girl was under the outdoor shower by then. I watched her turn back and form under the water, and felt my dick getting hard all over again.—
B.S., Wildwood, New Jersey

SOMETIMES THE BEST THINGS IN LIFE REALLY ARE FREE

I run a printing shop and was taking a box of fliers to a customer in a pretty seedy neighborhood. Work had been kind of busy all day and I didn’t have the chance to make the delivery run until after closing time. That’s how I found myself on a street lined with prostitutes. I’ve never paid a woman for sex before, but when you’re actually looking at a bunch of half-dressed beauties who will do practically anything for a fee, it’s mighty easy to be tempted.

The girls who were facing away from me interested me the most. I’m an ass-man, so for me it’s what’s around back that counts. And most of those girls were an ass-man’s dream come true.

The hookers were trying to show off as much of their merchandise as possible without actually getting naked. That meant the hems of their miniskirts were cut right up to the bottom curves of their ass-cheeks, sometimes higher. Other girls wore short-shorts that looked as if they had been applied with spray paint. Some of them wore some really sexy shoes that ranged from six-inch spike heels to white-vinyl go-go boots to retro platform shoes. A big-busted brunette had on a pair of black patent-leather boots that laced up all the way to her thighs.

I slowed my car to a crawl, taking in the show. I wanted to run my tongue up every sexy pair of legs I saw and bury my face in the deep canyons of their ass-cracks. I daydreamed about licking their butts, rimming their rec-tums and plunging my fuck-pole into their asses so I could ride them all night long.

A blonde stepped toward my car, swinging her hips. She stood out from the others because she looked so innocent, as fresh and wholesome as an Iowa homecoming queen. Below the neck, though, she was definitely built for sex. She was wearing a corset that pushed her big tits up and out. I could see the top curves of her pink nipple halos. Her belly was bare, and she was dressed in a miniskirt that was so short I could see the crotch of the red leather G-string she wore under it. Her legs were flawless—long and smooth and tan. She was wearing a pair of white sneakers and some matching white ankle socks. Imagining the great ass that had to go along with the rest of this package was enough to make my dick throb.

All of my reservations about paying for sex flew right out the window. I was about to ask her price when I heard a siren -wailing down the other end of the block. Suddenly three police cruisers had appeared there, about ten cars behind me. Cops were hurrying out of them and rounding up girls.

The blonde jumped into my passenger seat and said, “Get the fuck out of here, now!” She put her foot on mine to jam down the gas pedal and we shot through the intersection. I barely missed hitting a semi tractor-trailer truck before turning down a side street and finally ducking inside a parking garage. Amazingly, we hadn’t been followed.

“Thanks for saving my ass,” the blonde said. “That was some pretty fancy driving back there.”

My heart was racing and I was breathing heavily. All the excitement made me even more eager to fuck her. Hoping she might give me a taste of the ass I had saved, I asked, “So do I get a reward?”

She thought about it for a second, then shrugged and said, “Sure, why not? One good turn deserves another, right?” She leaned toward me and started to undo my zipper.

I watched her take my cock out and start sucking it. She knew what she was doing, really moving her tongue. I’d never had a better blowjob in my life, but that wasn’t what I wanted.

“I want your asshole,” I said. “I want you to get on your knees, stick your ass in my face and hold your cheeks as wide apart as you can so I can lick you.”

The blonde took her mouth away from my dick. She got a real bossy look on her face. I’ve noticed that girls who find out that a guy is into anal stuff often adopt that kind of superior attitude. They like to flex their muscles with men like me, and I don’t mind that one little bit.