Letters to Penthouse XII (39 page)

His sign said, “Big Tobacco Loves Kegren!” He was handing out play money with Kegren’s face on one side and a skull-and-crossbones on the other.

I tried to sound businesslike as I approached him. “This is a private function,” I lied, “and we would appreciate it if you would leave the premises and not disrupt anything.”

He pushed his hat back and gave me a grin that said he knew I was bluffing. I had seen that expression plenty of times in the Lone Star State. He liked my looks. He could probably tell from my accent that I was a Texas girl. And he knew from the way I was blushing that I was nervous and excited while I was talking to him.

“I’ll leave on one condition,” he drawled.

I knew what was coming, but I asked anyway. “What’s that?”

“You’ve got to come have dinner with me right now.” He reached behind himself and produced a bullhorn that must have been clipped to the back of his belt. “Otherwise I just might have to start getting kind of loud, if you know what I mean.”

I looked toward the stage. Kegren was giving me a “get-rid-of-that-asshole-by-any-means-necessary” glare. I grabbed the cowboy’s arm and said, “Where’s your car?”

I could waste your time by describing our steakhouse dinner and our sparkling conversation about trick riding, but why bother? All that matters is that two hours after I met him, he was lying on top of me in his bed and he was fucking me like it was the last round-up.

His cock was uncircumcised. I had practically drooled onto my blouse when he dropped his pants and I got my first look at it. (Uncut dicks really turn me on, too; they look so much wilder and nastier than the circumcised kind.) I put my fingers around it and stroked it, feeling his dick’s outer skin slide up and down the hard inner stalk. Then I tugged his foreskin down far enough to expose his cock head. He thrust it at my face, and I opened my mouth to suck it.

“Jesus, you’re a real slut, aren’t you?” he said, flexing his hips to fuck my face. “A real cocksucking little Texas whore.”

I took my mouth off his cock and rubbed my face against it, loving its size and hardness. “Yes, I’m a slut,” I said, feeling my nipples get stiff. “I’ll be your cowgirl-slut tonight, lover.”

It had been almost a full semester since I had fucked a cowboy, and I was going to give this one something to remember. I said I wanted him to fuck me all night long. I lay back in his bed and spread my legs. He stripped off his cowboy gear and climbed on top of me. His big dick stretched my little pussy wide as he pushed it into my body.

I felt like I was back in Texas again, getting rammed by a sunburnt cowboy who was all man. After a few minutes he pulled his cock out of me and flipped me over onto my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled me up so I was on all fours. I felt him spread my ass-cheeks and push his dick back into my cunt. He grunted as he fucked me, slamming his big log in and out of my hole.

He reached around to rub my clit while he boned me from behind. His fingers were calloused and rough. This was a guy who worked with his hands and spent most of his time outdoors. I didn’t know if he was a real cowboy, but as far as my fantasies were concerned he was close enough.

He thrust harder into my cunt, really jackhammering me with his dick. I liked being down on all fours like that and knowing that he could see both of my holes. I was completely naked for him. My butt-cheeks were spread wide, showing him my asshole and my pussy, leaving nothing to his imagination.

His dick pumped in and out of my slot. That and what he was doing to my clit with his rough fingers made me start coming. I bucked my ass back against him to take every bit of his meat as I climaxed. I knew I was drowning his cock and balls with my juices.

He gave an animal grunt. I felt his cock jerking and spurting deep inside my body. He pressed me down against the mattress, collapsing onto my back and breathing hard.

After a few minutes, I felt his spent cock slide out of my pussy. He rolled onto his back. Then he reached for his nightstand drawer and pulled something from it.

“Cigarette?” he asked, extending the pack toward me.

“Oh, why the hell not?” I replied.—
S G., Raleigh, North Carolina

IN THIS FISH STORY, THE HEROINE ACTUALLY CATCHES THE BIG ONE

I’m twenty-nine years old and work as a whale trainer at a major marine wildlife park in southern Florida. I’m the only woman on staff, but I also happen to be the head of my department. One of my favorite parts of the job is “training” the good-looking young studs who come from the biology departments at some of the nearby universities to work here as interns over the summer.

I guess they think I’m shy when they first meet me. They see neatly combed blonde hair, a touch of makeup and a petite figure (well, I’m petite except for my breasts). And I act professionally when they arrive. These guys don’t have a clue what’s coming when I spread my legs and challenge them to fuck me.

Last August I had amazing sex with a grad student called Craig. He fit right into the rubber pants we all have to wear and I could see the curve of his fat cock right through them. And I know he noticed the swell of my 36D breasts through my parka, because I saw him checking me out more than once. I love to tease the boys, so I quit wearing a bra and made a point of leaning right over him as often as possible whenever we were in the lunchroom together.

The fucked-up thing about the situation was that almost all summer Craig was too shy to put a move on me. I guess he was worried that I was his boss and that I’d get pissed off at him if he tried getting in my pants, even though that was exactly what I wanted. And of course that’s what I was trying to tell him with my body language.

It was the last day of Craig’s internship when I decided that the hunger between my thighs just had to be satisfied. We were all alone, scrubbing the deck beside the whale pool half an hour after closing time. As the sun set on the water I admired his tight ass, his curly black hair and chiseled biceps. Every time he turned away and bent over to scrub a stain on the deck I put my hand down my pants to touch my cunt. I had to, because the sight of him excited me so much. I was already wetter than one of our star attractions.

“I understand they took the killer whale out of the pool today to have his dorsal fin looked at,” said Craig. He glanced at me nervously. I could tell he was intensely aware of my body being so close to his.

“That’s right,” I said. I put my hand on his shoulder and his body stirred to my touch. “There’s no one around but the two of us. Everyone’s gone home.”

Craig was breathing hard. He couldn’t even look me in the eye. He finally said, “I just wanted to tell you it’s been a pleasure working for you this summer.” He still couldn’t believe he was reading my signals right. It’s so sweet the way these practically grown men behave so innocently.

“It would be even more of a pleasure if you fucked my cunt to finish it off,” I told him, relishing the shocked look on his face. After a look of total desire came into his eyes, he was on me like a hungry shark.

Craig reached down and unzipped my parka, and then began grabbing my tits in his strong hands. I gasped with enjoyment as he twiddled my nipples, making them hard. He kissed me, sticking his tongue deep into my mouth, and then he growled, “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this.”

“Wanna bet?” I laughed, jamming my crotch up against his hard manhood. “I’ve masturbated thinking about you every fucking night this summer.” It was only a slight exaggeration.

I slipped out of my blouse and told him to suck on my tits, throwing my head back and emitting high, urgent gasps of pleasure as he tongued me. I had a hand right down my pants, tickling my clit to bring myself off fully. My first orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning, surging through my body. Craig clamped down on my nipples with his lips as I writhed beneath his touch.

“Eat me!” I screamed into the open air before I lay back on the deck, pushed down my pants and spread my thighs wide. My pubic hair is blonde, and Craig planted his face right in the center of my glistening mound. First he licked eagerly at my outer lips, making me cry out so loudly it echoed across the water. Then he got right into my pussy walls. He lapped up my thick, delicious nectar as I ground my face against his tongue. I stuck a finger into my slit and swirled it around, moistening it thoroughly so I could taste my own juices.

“Come on, Craig, you fucker!” I screamed. “Get down on my clit and swallow it whole!”

He did. At first his nose tickled tentatively at my swollen pearl, and then he took it right into his mouth. He gave me the vacuum treatment, sucking so hard that I wanted it to go on forever. His hot tongue circled my clit over and over again, eventually going faster than I could have imagined. After a few minutes I opened my legs even wider to give him all the smell and taste of pure pussy he could handle. My fingers dug deeply into his rippling back muscles, massaging their stringy toughness. Feeling how strong he was made me a little faint, and a delicious orgasm slammed through me for the second time.

I was ripe for anything by then. I stared right at Craig and told him, “Get naked, boy. I want your cock in my cunt, and we’re gonna do it in the whale pool.” He hesitated for a second, and finally shouted, “Do it now!”

Flinging aside his pants and shirt, Craig grabbed me in his arms and we splashed down into the pool together. The water was warm and inviting, and I could feel it sloshing into my well-lubricated love-hole. I spread my cheeks to open up my asshole, and the water surged in there too, feeling clean and sweet. Leaning back against the edge of the deck, I gritted my teeth as Craig grabbed hold of my legs and penetrated me with his long, stiff dick, plowing as deep as he could.

I screamed with ecstasy at each thrust of his great hunk of meat. His rhythm was so aggressive, I could feel the frustrated longing for me that had built up in him for too long. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I groaned into his ear, encouraging him to give me his whole damn shaft. Feeling the water in my pussy made me absolutely crazy with enjoyment.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” Craig rasped out. The tension in his body was unbearably good as he drove his pole into me again and again.

“Then fucking do it!” I wailed. He let out a cry of total lust, and I felt the jism spurting out of his shaft right into me. It was so hot and creamy, and he had so much to give. Little strings of it floated to the surface of the water, and I reached over to smear his excess come all over me. He came even harder when he saw that, ramming his bone into me to make sure I got every last drop.

I came again with frightening intensity. I was clutching his ass-cheeks, trying to keep him tight up against me, when the burning fire in my clit finally subsided into a glorious warmth.

Exhausted from our triumphant fucking, I looked down into the water and I couldn’t believe what I saw. A giant, dark shadow passed right beneath us. They hadn’t taken the whale out of the pool.

“Look out!” I cried. Craig saw it too, and we scrambled to safety before anything could happen. Suddenly knowing that we’d been in deadly danger made our illicit fuckfest feel even more special.

I sent Craig back to the university with a glowing recommendation. He was the best intern I’ve ever had, I told them. And if he’s looking for work next summer, I’ve got work for him.—
S.M., Miami, Florida

LIVING WELL IS THE BEST REVENGE, BUT THIS RANKS A CLOSE SECOND

The setup of my tale probably isn’t too much out of the ordinary considering all the letters you get every month, but it actually comes with a great ending that any man who has limited funds in the bank should be able to appreciate.

I’m a normal guy who has spent a lot of time and way too much money trying to get into a certain girl’s pants. Nothing new there: flowers, dates, concert tickets, CDs. I paid for them all, just because I thought Chris was worth the effort and worth the wait. My best friend kept telling me that my wallet would be better off if I would just cut out the middleman and take myself straight to a whore instead, but I told him to mind his own business.

I should explain that Chris was a coed at a Bible institute located in the same small Southern town as the college that I attend. We first met at an art store, where both of us were buying some supplies. She was so good-looking that I didn’t run in the opposite direction when I found out where she went to school, which is saying a lot.

Chris had the full, puffy kind of lips that instantly make a guy think about how great they would feel wrapped around his bone. Her fellatio abilities might be lying dormant at the moment, but with a mouth like hers I knew she could be a world-class cocksucker, and I was determined to find out if I was right.

This girl also possessed a truly impressive set of tits. They pushed her white cotton blouse out so far that its pleats were stretched apart like an open fan. I knew she could tell that my eyes kept returning to her tits while we talked, but I just couldn’t keep myself from staring.

Chris was always all smiles and she’s really friendly as hell, the kind of girl that every mother hopes her son will bring home to meet the family. I knew that scoring with her would be a real challenge, but the thought of how sweet it would be to corrupt this squeaky-clean good girl made me want her even more. Most girls I meet these days are such sleep-around sluts that it’s almost too easy to screw them. I thought that a girl who would take a little effort to seduce might be a refreshing change of pace. Chris told me up-front that she wanted to stay a virgin until her wedding night, but I assumed that was just a load of crap that had been drilled into her by the church. Nobody could be that goddamned devout these days—or so I thought. About six weeks later, when I still hadn’t so much as copped a feel off those big tits, I started to think that I might have made a very serious mistake in trying to bed her.

I was walking over to her dormitory to pay her a surprise visit a few weeks ago when I saw her roommate Betsy walking toward me with her head down. She looked pissed off and was muttering. As she came closer, I could hear that she was praying. She stopped when she saw me.