Page 72 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

MILF Jim McCartan

Jane’s face angled toward me, slowly and slowly working her way from the tip When the licking stopped, my eyes
moving in on her target. down? She was licking me like I was fluttered open to find Jane looking at me
I groaned in response. She knew an all-day sucker, and damn, if I wasn’t again. Her tongue darted out to taste a
exactly what all this suspense was loving every minute of it. bead of pre-come that her efforts had
doing to my self-control, and I could tell Most girls I’d hooked up with coaxed out of the head of my cock.
she was relishing every moment of my previously had taken me deep right off “Do you want me to keep sucking or
discomfort. the bat. It felt great in its a way, but I’d do you want to fuck me?” she asked.
Finally, Jane’s tongue emerged slowly always thought something was missing. A nearly overwhelming choice, but in
from out between her lips, finally flicking Jane displayed none of the sloppy the end I knew what I really wanted.
across my crown. That one tiny touch of eagerness I’d experienced in those Hooking my arm around her, I lifted
her tongue made my body draw as tight college hookups. She was confident in Jane off the floor and bent her over the
as a bow. I rocked back on my heels, her skills, and she took her time. vanity. She spread her hands wide and
trying to ease some of the tension that To my surprise, Jane didn’t stop when leaned forward, meeting my gaze in the
was rapidly building within me. her tongue reached the base of my cock. mirror.
Jane, of course, remained perfectly Instead, she drifted lower to lavish kisses “I love a man who takes control,” she
relaxed, leisurely licking her way around and licks all over my sac. Every feather- said in a lust-filled voice.
my erection. She flatted her tongue light kiss was punctuated by a flick of her I fisted the waistband of Jane’s
along the underside, lapping at the tongue, making my balls grow tight. leggings and yanked them down as fast
sensitive skin. Barely able to stand, I fell back against as the fabric would allow, realizing she
While Jane toured my cock with her the counter. Jane followed, without wore no panties. Then the damn pants
tongue, she also tucked a hand between missing a beat, her tongue still playfully got tangled around Jane’s ankles.
my legs to tickle my balls. The sudden lapping at my junk. My cock bobbed “Fuck it,” I muttered, parting her thighs
brush of her warm fingers had me above her face, tapping her head every as wide as I could with the leggings
sucking in a breath. time my hips bucked. Then Jane wrapped bunched around her feet. I grabbed a
Jane chuckled. “Oh, you like that?” her slender fingers around my cock and condom from my shaving kit and tore its
I nodded my head furiously, not trusting started to pump me. I swear I saw stars. packet open in a desperate rush. Using
my mouth. How could I, when she was Matching Jane’s wicked rhythm, I jerked one hand to roll the latex over my cock, I
swirling her tongue around my cock my hips, driving my cock into her fist. decided to test the waters with the other.
Tracing a finger along the seam of
Jane’s pussy, I parted the folds to reveal
her glistening pink center. She was
already plenty wet, and my fingers slid
easily through her swollen lips.
When my digits got close to her
entrance, Jane reared back toward my
hand. Taking that as an invitation, I thrust
two fingers inside her, then added a
third, stretching her wide. Once all three
fingers were seated deeply inside Jane,
I started to furiously drive them into her
hot, slick depths.
Jane tossed her head back, and her
mouth fell open on a moan.
Placing Jane in front of the mirror
was the best idea I’d had all week.
Every twitch of her lips and flutter of her
lashes was perfectly reflected, letting
me know exactly how every move I
made affected her.
I also had a nice view of Jane’s

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