Page 42 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

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second. There was only one way out, I told them I hoped they had a nice before casually making his way to the
and by the time I was halfway across the night out and headed home, feeling as party by himself. I rushed downstairs to
bedroom, the door opened. if I’d had the most incredible wet dream. greet the women.
“Hey, uh, Scott? What’re you doing But it was all real. “Scott, so good to see you,” said
here?” Roger asked, looking confused. Rose and I had carried on like that for Rose cheerfully. “This is May—our new
Just then, Rose came out of the several months before I’d left for college. live-in nanny.”
bathroom. But our affair was only oral. I’d never Rose winked at me and motioned with
“Thank you so much—you’ve fixed it! It been allowed to plow her pussy. her eyes to the young woman, as if to
works like a charm now.” The day before I left for campus, say, “She’s hot, yes?”
Roger looked confused. I must have, Rose and I had gone for a walk in the May held out her hand, which I shook
too. park. There was a retaining wall on the gently to welcome her. I suddenly
“What works like a charm?” he asked. creek side of the path that hid us from realized Rose was presenting her to me
“Oh, the toilet. It kept running, but the view of nearby neighbors. I offered as a potential playmate! I didn’t really
Scott knew just how to tweak the flappy to go down on her, but she insisted on know what to say, so I just turned and
thingy.” giving me a good-bye blowjob that was watched as Rose and May walked over
She was good; I’ll give her that. so intense I nearly passed out from the to say hello to my folks.
“And then he was kind enough to get pleasure. I made the rounds, greeting all and
my shoes for me,” she added, pointing to That was the last time I’d seen her. So sundry, and chatted about goings-on
her blue pumps. “You know I can’t reach when I glanced out my window the night at school with whomever seemed
that top shelf.” of the party and spotted her strolling interested in such things. Roger was
Roger nodded in agreement. “Now arm-in-arm with a young woman on the organizing a poker game that would
that you’re all ready for dinner. Shall walkway leading to my parents’ house, stretch into the wee hours of the morning
we?” he asked, offering his arm to his I felt my groin rumble with the memory and asked if I wanted to join in, but I
beautiful wife. of being thoroughly drained by her declined. He shrugged his shoulders
They walked downstairs as I followed, ravenous mouth. and left, heading home to prep for his
watching the gorgeous twitch of her ass I took a quick peek across the street, poker buddies.
as she descended the steps. and I saw Roger locking up their home I went out onto the patio to smoke a
cigarette, and as soon as I’d lit up, May
joined me.
She was beautiful—well-defined
cheekbones, full lips and a body that
knew how to move. She oozed sexual
energy. I could tell from the way she’d
interacted with Rose that they’d already
tasted one another. I imagined Rose’s
tanned, toned legs parted wide, her face
twisted in utter ecstasy as she pinched
her own nipples, while May ate her
aroused pussy.
“So what corner of the world do you
hail from?” I asked May.
“Give me one of those, and I’ll tell you,”
she replied, nodding toward my smokes.
I offered her a cigarette and lit it.
“Maine,” she said, answering my
question before knocking me for a
loop with: “Rose tells me you have a
handsome cock.”
I almost made a joke. But she looked
serious, and I could tell I needed to get

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