Rejected Penthouse Letters

Dear Penthouse Forum,

Last night I had an erotic encounter of the first degree. Two buddies of mine dragged me out to the bar around the corner. I was originally against the idea, as it was a work night and I thought that no girls would ever showed up at that dive. Was I ever wrong!

We were into our fourth round of shots when in walks this hot chick in short short jean cutoffs and a sheer T-shirt that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were at least a D cup and I could see wide round nipples popping through her shirt.

"Anyone want a game of pool?" she purred, flipping her long curly red hair and cocking her long tan legs in a way that really drew attention to her firm round peach of an ass. Before my buddies could open their mouths I was racking the balls. Soon enough she would be rocking mine! She said her name was Amanda, and I told her my name was Peter. "Peter, hmm?" she said mischievously. As I'd circle the table to shoot she kept rubbing against me as I'd pass. First her arm, then her hips, then her breasts and ass.

"You really like pool, don't you?" I smiled, my nine and a half inch cock getting firmer.

"No," she laughed, climbing up onto the table and pulling off her shirt, "I just like pool tables."

I just stared at her gorgeous tits for a moment, then I climbed up onto the pool table with her. My buddies were totally focussed on a video game, and the bartender was busy washing some glasses, so we had a moment of privacy. I pulled off her jean shorts to reveal a hot pussy, glistening with the juices of love. I whipped out my cock and jammed it in, and you could hear the clinking of pool balls in the rocking table along with the sound of her orgasmic moans.

Then I guess the rocking table and the shots of liquor started to get to me, because I started to puke. I puked all over her tits. She looked at the puke and she started puking too. She rubbed the puke into her tits and all over herself. This made me puke some more.

"Mmm," she moaned, "I love puke." Then she puked again. Then I puked. Then we puked simultaneously.

By now we were sliding around in a big pool of puke. My buddies and the bartender gathered around and started puking on us. Then this homeless guy wandered in. Boy, could he puke! It made me want to puke, so I did.

We all kept puking and screwing, until you couldn't tell the people from the puke. The whole place was a big puke factory, and it filled up with puke, and I'm puking now, just thinking about it. Puke puke puke.

It was a night I'll always remember. I've gotten so many hot stories from the Penthouse Forum; I just had to share mine.

Puke,
Hot and Steamy and Thick and Chunky in San Diego