Page 80 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

TAKE HER, SHE’S MINE Jim McCartan

dark hair that was just a bit too long. I
shook his hand and pulled him inside.
He shoved his hands in his pockets
and nodded to Maggie. “Ma’am.”
She laughed. “Maggie, please. I mean,
considering…”
“Maggie,” he said. He stepped forward
and caught the tie to her pullover in
his hand. He tugged it, and she took a
stumbling step toward him.
I liked that he was already taking
control. He was young but self-assured.
He knew what he wanted and took it.
She stood on tiptoe, and he kissed her.
Then his eyes darted to me. “Can we get
right to it?”
I nodded. “If you like.” to save my orgasms for our alone time.
He pushed his fingers beneath the John’s hand went between her thighs.
hem of her top and started to push it up. He stroked her, working her clit like an
“I’d like.” “HIS COME SHOT expert. Her hips rocked and swayed,
Maggie let out a sigh as he drew her and I knew she was getting close. She
top over her head. Her short red hair THROUGH THE was worked up beyond belief and nearly
flared around her pretty face, and she panting from the way he was stroking her.
chewed her lower lip, which meant she AIR, LANDING ON “Come for me,” he said, “so I can put
was turned on. HER CHIN my big dick inside you.”
John unhooked her bra and let it drop. She came with her mouth open and
“We all hope to be working the right line AND CHEST.” her eyes shut. My cock fully stiffened in
when women like you come in. You know my pants, and I took a deep breath to
that, right?” steady myself.
She shook her head. He ran his finger John got undressed, and his cock
over her nipple, and it stood up tight was indeed big. He dragged it between
and high. He bent and tugged the little Lucky me.” John slipped his hand inside her thighs, teasing her. He once again
nub between his teeth. He didn’t seem her panties and then pushed his finger pulled her lovely thigh to his side using
bothered one bit that I was there. I sat on into her cunt. Her head fell back, and she his muscular arm to hold it there. He slid
the sofa to enjoy the show, with my cock swayed a little. forward and entered her, hissing hotly.
hard and straining in my pants. I had intended for us to retire to the She’s tight and wet and perfect, my
“And we especially hope to score you,” bedroom, but right there in the front room wife. Like warm, wet velvet.
John whispered. He pushed her skirt seemed to be where the action was He held her leg and fucked her hard,
down, and Maggie stepped free of it. My unfolding. I was fine with that. her body rapping against the wall as he
wife stood there in pale pink panties and Her panties were off, and he was repeatedly rammed her.
nothing else. walking her back. He pressed her against He pulled free of her suddenly and
“That red hair. That heart-shaped ass. the wall, drew one of her long, lovely looked my way. “Let’s give your man a
Those tits…” He cupped her boobs and legs up to his side and pressed himself better show. Closer up.”
gave them a squeeze, making Maggie against her. She took his offered hand, and he
whimper. She started grinding against him, even led her toward me. To the left of the
She stood there like a beautiful deer in though he was still clothed. She was sofa there’s a waist-high bookshelf. He
headlights. It was arousing to see him put hot and desperate, and the sight of her planted her hands on the top of it and
her under his spell. The kid was good. made me feel dizzy with arousal. I wanted positioned her legs wide, putting her at
“You’re our favorite cougar. The one to come so bad while I watched, but my the perfect angle, so I’d be able to clearly
everyone wants to fuck. And here I am. climax would have to wait. I made it a rule see when he jammed his impressive

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