Page 95 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

slipped through the gate in the chain-link
fence that surrounds the premises last
Thursday, I was surprised to see that
someone else was already there, and that
it was a woman, no less, and a hot older
one, at that.
She was lying on a towel by the diving
board at the far end of the pool, and she
looked up when I latched the gate shut.
tighter and tighter around him as he She was wearing funky, aviator-style
thrust into me. He slipped his hands sunglasses and very little else. What
beneath my ass and plunged into me “I BEGAN little of her glistening, tanned body that
deeper and harder. was covered was just barely concealed
“I don’t want to come too fast,” he RUBBING MY by a green bikini top and matching
whispered in my ear. thong bottom.
“Come when you come. We can DICK THROUGH “Hi,” she said, propping herself up on
always start again from the beginning.” I THE THIN her elbows.
slipped my tongue along his earlobe and “Hi,” I replied, my eyes—and other body
felt him shudder. MATERIAL OF MY parts—bulging as I took in her long blonde
He made a frantic noise, which sent hair, large tits, obviously hard nipples and
a tingle down my spine. I clenched my SWIM TRUNKS.” slim legs that gleamed with suntan lotion.
pussy around him and felt my climax This woman was absolutely gorgeous,
fast approaching. My cunt felt swollen and I wondered what would happen if I
and ripe, and the friction of his forceful tried to make a move.
fucking was pushing me even closer to SEEING DOUBLE Adjusting my shades, I desperately
the edge. tried to think of something witty and
“I’m going to come, Jacob,” I said in his ut the open window of my engaging to say. Unfortunately, prolonged
ear. “I’m going to come around your dick second-floor apartment I exposure to studying had sapped me of
because of you. Because you’re fucking spied the swimming pool spontaneity, and before I could speak,
me.” below as I threw my heavy she lay back down on her towel. I shook
He moaned, and I smiled, clenching Otextbook onto a table. My my head in frustration, then stretched out
around him again. brain told me I should keep hitting the on a plastic recliner, pretending to read
He slammed into me hard, banging my books in preparation for yet another exam, my magazine. What I was really doing,
clit, and I climaxed, biting his earlobe as I especially if I wanted to finish grad school of course, was staring over the top of
did. “Yes,” I groaned. “Yes, fucking yes.” and get my master’s on time. However, the glossy periodical at the sunbathing
He moaned again, and that was my overheated body told me the day goddess as she sizzled under the glare
that. His body went rigid in my arms as was too hot and the pool too cool for any of the beaming sun. My cock grew hard
he spilled inside me. I felt the rush of further rigorous mental toil. So I shucked and my balls grew heavy as a result of the
wetness as he continued pounding me in my study duds, hopped into a bathing suit heated vision, and I prayed she wouldn’t
a slow rhythm. and grabbed a towel and a magazine and look up and notice my excited state.
“Like I was saying,” I said smiling. “I gave into temptation. Luckily, she continued ignoring me.
really liked your paper.” The four-building apartment complex I watched her surreptitiously for about
“Was that my reward?” He grinned. in which I live has a large courtyard in the five more minutes, and then she suddenly
“No, but we can come up with a fun middle, with the swimming pool taking sat up and started applying suntan lotion
reward if you want.” up about a third of that space. I spend to her luscious, toned body. Squirting
“I want,” he answered with bright, many hours there during the afternoons, white cream into her hand, she rubbed up
shining eyes. swimming and sunbathing when I should and down the length of her slender arms,
He’ll always be my favorite student. be studying. Since that’s when most buffing first one, then the other. Then she
people are at work, I usually have the squeezed a dollop of lotion onto her chest,
—Jim McCartan place entirely to myself. That’s why, as I right between her tits, and rubbed it into

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