Letters to Penthouse XIV (27 page)

“It was kind of embarrassing,” Paul said, and I imagine it was.

So we see these White Russian (as opposed to Asiatic or Arab Russian) girls on and off over the next few months. I still can’t get a glance from the micro-mini, and Paul doesn’t want any more action from the performance artist.

A year or so passes by, and I turn into pretty much a solo, lone-wolf act, the way I like it. The micro-mini dumps the slob, and we keep bumping into each other at this new, chi-chi bar. She shows up with various female Russian émigrées and introduces them to me. I get lucky and take home two or three of them—and believe me, that Russian pussy is hot.

About two more years pass. The micro-mini is no longer quite as good-looking as she was, and guess what. Now she wants me! And guess what else. I no longer want her.

Finally one night she actually asks
me
out. “Tim,” she says, “will you take me to the Dockside to eat oysters?” I take her to the Dockside, we eat oysters, and I take her home. She can’t believe I just drop her off. No kissing, no groping, no finger-fucking, no nothing.

I have been through this “when I wanted you, you didn’t want me; now you want me and I don’t want you” routine before, and know just how it works. It’s my turn now to tease, to reject, and I can’t wait! I continue to see her as usual over the next few months, hit on her friends and am cordial but aloof and unavailable toward her. She can’t figure it out. But I do slow-dance with her once or twice during the evenings when I run into her—part of the tease.

The black guys I grew up with taught me all about slow dancing. They called it “grinding.” I am grinding my cock against that wet Russian pussy (I don’t
know
it’s wet, I’m just
assuming
it is) while cupping her exquisite butt cheeks and pulling her as close as possible. I can almost see it going in and out.

I damn near pop off in my pants. I come off the dance floor with my dick sticking straight out. She thinks it’s funny. And it is. It’s also sort of embarrassing for me. I put my hand in my pocket and try to push it down. I adjust it parallel to my leg, but it’s still rock-hard. You may wonder who’s really teasing who. Trust me, I am teasing her.

This happens many nights. She asks me to take her home many times, but I always say no. I tell her, “I could never satisfy you.” This is probably true.

She begs. One night I relent and say, “I won’t take you home, but you can suck my dick out in the car.”

She won’t go for that. I’m somewhat surprised. She coos, “I want you to eat my pussy too.”

Now I can understand that, and am tempted, but I shake my head no, replying, “Sorry, not tonight.” Truly, it is much better to reject than to be rejected.

Another night she suddenly asks, “Do you want to fuck me in the ass?”

Somewhat taken aback, I answer, “I’ll pass.” But I’m thinking, “Goddamn, this girl is fucking nasty.”

Excuse this break in the story, but I have to jack off. I
am
in prison, you know. There, that’s better.

Every story has its climax (I just had mine), and so does this one. So it’s mid-November, and I’m at the bar where we first met the Russian girls over five celibate, seed-squandering masturbatory years earlier, and sure enough, she is also there, as usual. The ritualistic slow-dance tease begins. We come off the dance floor and go to the bar. I am more drunk and more stiff than usual tonight. Who says alcohol causes impotence?

I decide to take the tease to a new level. I am facing the bar, and so is she. I say, “Give me your hand.” She hesitates but presents the hand. I put it on the stiffest drink in the house. She pulls the zipper down. My dick pops out like a jack-in-the-box. It is a good thing I do not wear underwear. Although the bar is crowded, nobody can see what is going on. Remember, we are facing the bar.

She is squeezing the engorged shaft and tip. She says quietly, “My God, Tim, it must be seven inches.”

I smiled. You would have smiled too if you had that dick. Okay, so it was an exceptional night. She works her way down (or is it up?) to the balls. She is lightly cradling them, kind of squeezing, but not really. She then begins to softly touch around the moist perimeter of the ball sac. She withdraws her hand and, get this, gives her hand a big sniff. No, no, it’s not a sniff. “Sniff” is too crass a word. It’s a slow, hypnotic inhalation, as though she is taking in a thick cloud of the finest masculine musk. Her eyes glaze and begin to roll back. I think she is going to pass out. By the way, my dick is still out.

Next, as though by an act of pure will power, she refocuses, turns around and disappears into the crowd.

About an hour later I am sitting in the shadows at a table somewhat adjacent to the dance floor. My dick is no longer out. A couple of couples are conversing nearby. I pick her up with my peripheral vision. She is homing toward me like a cruise missile. Smiling, she stands in front of me. She straddles me. Straddles my crotch. She slips her tit out.

“Suck it, Tim,” she says, and I do. It’s a real nice tit.

One of the couples see what is going on and pretend not to look. They look.

“Do you like that?” she asks. I nod and start licking. She pushes my head back and covers the breast.

“Give me your hand,” she says, and again I do as she asks. She inserts my hand down the top of her skirt. It descends, of its own accord, to the panty line. I draw the panty back. She rises up slightly to make it easier for me. Both couples at the tables are now staring. I don’t give a shit. I pass the pubes like they’re not there (maybe they aren’t) and go straight for the honey hole with my middle finger. It’s real wet. I dab the clit. It’s hard like a small ball bearing.

I linger. She jerks my hand out and says, “Taste it, Tim.” Again, I do as I’m told. I suck my middle finger. Sweet. Now my eyes roll back like I’m a bull moose in full rut. I am in a trance. And then she hops off, giggles and once again blends into the crowd.

I am now determined to take her home with me the next time I see her. But forty-eight hours later I am bum-rushed, handcuffed and dragged into the elevator of my high-rise apartment by a half dozen rabid DEA agents.

I’m sure that that Russian minx often wonders what ever happened to me. So do I.—
T.L., Shreveport, Louisiana

E-PENPALS MAKE EROTIC USE OF WHAT THEY’VE LEARNED ABOUT EACH OTHER

Lauren and I had worked in the same department for about two years. She’s a highly intelligent, attractive, sexy woman in her late twenties, with these great legs and highly kissable lips. She’s also a great dresser. She would wear suits with nice short skirts that showed off those great legs. Every time we had a department meeting, I would try to sit in front of her or beside her to get a better view of them. She also has a fine ass, which I would take a peek at every time she walked past my office.

I always wondered what it would be like to be with her, but I never acted on that impulse. Over time we became pretty good friends, and began communicating by e-mail. We asked each other pretty reasonable questions. The agreement was that if a question was too personal, you didn’t have to answer.

One day I pushed the envelope and began to ask sexual questions, such as did she like to suck cock, or did she like to have her pussy licked, or had she ever masturbated? To my surprise, she answered all my questions, and in some detail. She said that she liked sucking cock more than having her pussy eaten, which was a huge turn-on for me. She also said that she had a vibrator at home that got regular use when she was in the mood.

Then one day I decided to take it a step further and started asking questions related to us. I told her that since we had been e-mailing each other, I was getting very turned on and wanted very badly to kiss her. I asked her to come to my office after everyone had left. Her first reply indicated that she was hesitant, but an e-mail or two later, she thought that it might be fun to do.

When the time came Lauren knocked on my door. I said to come in and shut the door behind her. I was a bit nervous because we
were
at work, but at the same time I was very excited by that fact. I had always fantasized about fucking a coworker in my office. Once Lauren was in, with the door closed, we kissed for about twenty seconds. I have to say, she is a
very
good kisser. Her lips were incredible.

That happened on a Friday afternoon, and I had to wait till Monday to try and take it further. All that weekend I thought I was going to bust. All I could think about was kissing Lauren and having those gorgeous lips on my cock, and eating her pussy. Monday came, and the first thing I did was e-mail Lauren. I said how nice the kiss was, and said I wanted more with her. I think she wanted more also, because she agreed to meet me at lunch for some real fun.

We met at a storage house our company has. I got there first and waited for her to show. When she did, she had on this very sexy short skirt with white stockings. She decided that she wanted to take her stockings off. At this point my dick was really hard. She came out of the bathroom, and we locked lips. As we kissed, long and passionately, I unbuttoned her blouse to get at her nice breasts. The nipples were really hard and pointy. I made my way down to them and began to suck on them.

She was rubbing my cock through my pants. She unzipped my pants and took out my cock. She seemed to approve of what she found, because she said “Damn!” under her breath. She took my hard-on in her mouth and sucked away, driving me crazy. She had written in one of her e-mails that she was good at sucking cock. I certainly couldn’t disagree!

I couldn’t take it anymore, I wanted to lick her pussy. I sat her on a desk and spread the legs. She was wearing these white lace bikini panties, and I saw the hairs of her pussy through them. I pulled her panty lining to the side and began to lick her pussy lips. I nibbled on her clit, then stuck my tongue in her. Her pussy was so wet, and tasted so sweet! She moaned as I tongue-fucked her, but it was getting late and we both knew that we had to get back to our desks.

Back at work, Lauren and I e-mailed each other, saying how much we had enjoyed our lunchtime snack. I told her how sweet her pussy tasted, and said that I wanted to fuck her. She said that my tongue in her pussy was all she could think about, and that she wanted me to fuck her with my big dick. She said that just thinking about it made her pussy wet. We decided to have round two the next day, this time making sure we got there early enough to fuck.

The next day I couldn’t wait till lunch. When noon finally came, I hit the door and headed straight to the storage house. Lauren showed up soon after, wearing another short skirt, this time with black stockings and black high heels. I find black on a beautiful woman an incredibly erotic color, so you better believe I was horny as hell.

Lauren took off her stockings again, and we kissed. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me close. Then she rubbed my chest and began to stroke my cock through my pants. I took off her blouse and began nibbling on her beautiful tits. She pushed me back so she could unzip my pants, which she pulled down along with my boxers. My dick sprang out, and she jerked me off for a while, as she kissed my chest and then my stomach.

Her mouth reached my cock and engulfed it. I was going crazy. She deep-throated it a couple of times, and I thought I was going to shoot down her throat right there. To keep from coming too soon, I stopped her and sat her on a small table and spread her legs. This time she had on a pair of black lace bikini panties. They were very sexy. I pulled them off.

Her pussy was soaking wet. I dove right in, licking and sucking on her clit. I stuck a finger in and finger-fucked her while I ate her pussy. She moaned as I continued eating her pussy and finger-fucking her. She set her hands on my head and eased my face deeper in her pussy, then pushed me back.

I figured there was something wrong, but Lauren looked me right in the eye and said, “I want you to fuck me.” She didn’t have to ask twice.

I bent her over the desk and began to fuck her from behind. I got a close look at the ass I wanted so much to touch. I fucked her pussy hard as she moaned. I fondled her fine ass while I fucked her, which seemed to turn her on more, and the more she got turned on, the more I got turned on. I pulled my dick out of her pussy and spread her legs a little more. I squatted down and ate her pussy again, only this time from behind. I kissed her ass cheeks and squeezed them, loving how they felt in my hands. Her pussy tasted even better this time. She pushed her ass in my face, and I fucked her from behind with my tongue. I slid two fingers in her pussy and finger-fucked her while I ate her out.

I wanted to fuck Lauren some more. She had mentioned once that she liked to be on top, so I lay down and pulled her on top of me. She fucked me hard, bouncing up and down on my dick. I couldn’t believe this mild-mannered woman could fuck so well. I parted her cheeks and thrust my cock inside her. I felt the juices from her pussy running down the shaft of my cock.

She whispered, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I asked if she liked being fucked like this, and she moaned, “Ye-e-es.”

I rolled her over so that I was on top of her and began to bang the hell out of her pussy. I spread her legs as wide as I could get them. Her pussy was so wet, my cock slid right in. I slowed my motion and stroked deeper inside her. She put her hands on my ass, pulled me closer to her and moaned, “Fuck me harder.”

I picked up the pace and soon was fucking her uncontrollably, fucking harder and faster with each thrust. I had one leg on my shoulder and the other wrapped around my arm so I could reach deeper and deeper in her.

I felt myself coming and wanted to spray my hot come in Lauren’s mouth. She had mentioned in one of her e-mails that she didn’t mind having a guy come in her mouth. I pulled my dick out and positioned myself closer to her mouth. As the head slid between her lips, I exploded. I think it was the most come I’ve ever shot. She swallowed spurt after spurt, with only occasional drops dribbling down her chin.

Lauren and I were drained, but we got ourselves together, gave each other one last kiss and went back to work. That afternoon we ran into each other several times, and she must have noticed the big smile on my face. We haven’t been together since, but we have stayed good friends. I think we have gotten closer.