San Quentin Blues...write to poor old Bobby Joe

[ariosto]

Thread is open to everyone with compassion .



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Bobby Joe Steele, well known underwear model and porn actor (Eating Candy, The Thing in My Pants, and WonderBall).
Was sentanced today to life in prison.
Mister Steele was convicted in January for the murder of his girl friend Trixie Titts and an unidentified male at the Tradewinds Motel in Sausolito in October of 2001.
When interviewed by this reporter, he still proclaimed his innocence and grabbed my breast before guards pulled him away.
His last words as they bundled him into the chopper that would take him to San Quentin were,
"I'm sorry Lady! I ain't had a piece of ass in18 months!"

We feel for him...

Catherine O'Day, San Francisco Chronicle




Ad appearing in LITEROTICA PERSONALS :

I just found this place and it might be the answer to my prayers!
I'm a man in prison.
Falsely in prison I might add.
But still...in prison.
I wont go into my past, except to say I've had my share of dames.
I like dames...I like sex and I ain't getting any where I am.
I'm a good lookin' guy with a big thick cock and I wont be gettin' any pussy for a long time.
Ladies Have a heart!

Write me some really hot letters. You know somethin' I can jack off with and I'll write you back and maybe I'll send you a picture of me naked with an autograph too.

Write to Inmate B-36969
Block 7
San Quentin.
I'd love you to just write me here at Literotica, but I'm pecking this out on the warden's computer and he's comin' back...gotta go...Help me!
Please....

Bobby Joe Steele


OOC...okay this is not a usual thread...any ladies can write poor Bobby Joe, he'll write back and the correspondence may go just a few posts or many. This is really a spicey letter exchange...wanna give it a try?

The guy's innocent! Honest.

 

[chanaud]

OOC: This could be fun!

May 16, 2003

Inmate B-36969
Block 7
San Quentin.

Dear BJ,

I came across your ad and pic in Literotica’s Personals, and I must say – your picture is yummmmyy. Your sharp nose is divine. Right away, I imagined it pushing against my clit while you’re going down on me. And the bulge in your jeans made me wet instantly. My mind is reeling right now at the possibilities. But alas, you’re in prison. That’s too bad. Instead you’ll be another man’s bitch.

Wow! That idea just sprung in my head. Are you having hot sex with a hunky prison guard? Or are you another man’s bitch? Images of you and another man are making me cream in my panties. Can you do me a favor? When you write back, can you describe some of your hot sex scenes? I’ve never seen two men fuck, or give blowjobs, and I’m quite curious as to how everything ‘fits’. And don’t be shy with explicit details.

Looking for man/man sex,

Chanaud

P.S. You wouldn’t happen to be a Lit poster named Ariosto, would you? Your writing style is similar to his.

 

[StarXChyld]

Inmate B-36969
Block 7
San Quentin

Dear Mr. Steele,

I saw your letter at Lit and decided I had to write and offer my assistance.

I am a third-year law student at Northwestern University in Chicago with an internship at Coy, Virgin, Slitt & Associates, also located in Chicago. Part of our curriculum is to take on a case in which a travesty of justice has occurred. That appears to be the case in your situation, Mr. Steele.

What I’d like to do is schedule a meeting with you to examine this matter intimately and see how we should proceed from there. If there were enough compelling evidence to support your case, I’d love to wrap myself around it. What I may lack in experience, I promise you I make up for in exuberance, and once aboard I will ride this thing to completion. There are several positions we can take here and together we can decide which works best for both of us.

If this is agreeable to you, please sign the consent forms included in this package and return to me at your earliest convenience.

Very Cordially Yours,

Diane Whankaski
Coy, Virgin, Slitt, & Associates
2469 N. LaSalle St.
Chicago, IL 60613

 

[patford31769]

May 16, 2003

Inmate B-36969
Block 7
San Quentin.

Dear BJ,

I saw your personal ad, and I decided to write to you.

I am an exotic dancer in Honolulu. I am known for sliding upside-down on hard poles, but once I saw your photo and your movie, yours is the only hard pole I want to slide down right now.

After I read your ad, I was delighted to find at the adult video store that adjoins our club, a copy of your video, The Thing in My Pants. Watching the very loving treatment you gave Trixie Titts in that tape, I cannot and will not believe you could possibly have killed someone you made such genuine and passionate love to. I've seen a lot of fake passion in a lot of adult videos, but what yuou and Trixie portrayed was very real. I only hope that some day I will meet a man (preferably you) who is as good to me as you obviously were to her! Your love and caring for her blares through that tape! I pray for the day that you can prove your innocence and get released, and I hope that you will remember what a fan I am and pay me a personal visit.

I hope you don't mind, but last night I blew up your very hot photo to life-size, and taped it to the curtain at the back of the club's stage. I then danced in front of your picture, kissing and licking your beautiful chest, and against the front of your jeans. The show was very hot, because it was you I was dancing for, and a lot of guys in the audience were tossing $20 bills up on stage at me over my very obvious horniness.

I usually lie naked on stage and just pretend to finger my hot little clit. But last night, I couldn't take my eyes of your poster, and I had two fingers up my pussy for real, until I made myself come amid loud moans, my eyes locked on yours. Afterward, every guy in the place was lined-up to get a lap dance from me in the back-room, but I just kept wishing and hoping that you could somehow show up and let me lap-dance for you.

I am donating all of my tips from last night, to your legal defense fund. I believe in your innocence that much. If the prosecutors would just watch The Thing in My Pants, they would be convinced that no man could love a woman as sweetly, generously, wonderfully, and passionately as you did Trixie in this film, and then turn around and kill her. Case dismissed!

Tonight, I'm putting the video of you and the late Trixie Titts up on the club's giant-screen TV, and I've worked out a very hot dance with one of our male dancers, that imitates a lot of the moves in The Thing in My Pants. I'll be imagining that I am Trixie getting the loving treatment from you, and I'm sure that Harry will be fantasizing he is you doing Trixie, as we dance erotically to your tape.

I had this great idea just now, that I could persuade (with my very skilled tongue) the club owner to fly some of the other girls and me to California in his private jet. We could then privately lap-dance the warden to get him to agree to anything we want, and then we would be free to lap dance you. And any other inmates who look anywhere near as good as you!

In the meantime, until the day if and when I can go to you or you can get released and come to me, I will continue to pole-dance around your photo and video, and dream about you.

I also want you to know that I firmly believe in your innocence. No man can be as genuinely loving and caring and giving to a woman as you obviously were to Trixie Titts on that tape, and then turn to murder. It just isn't possible! Hang in there, you have a lot of fans who believe in you and want your freedom to go on being an amazing stud, on film and in real life.

I do hope that none of the male inmates are abusing you and ruining you for your legions of horny female fans (like me)! But if they are, I'd love to see that on tape, two hot mern going at it, oh yeah, I could really get into watching that!

Aloha from Patty

 

[Guest]

Sister Felix

Dear Mr. Steele,

Blessings and peace! I was given your name by a young parishioner at St. Rita’s Catholic Church in San Francisco. Miss Mandy Klitt told me of your plight—that you are in great need of inspirational correspondence. Firstly, Miss Klitt asked that I send her very special regards. She also instructed me to include personal details in this first missive. Forgive me, but I am not ‘in the habit’ (tee hee) of writing to strangers, please bear with me. Let me introduce myself now and you may then judge if I fit your special needs.

I am called Sister Margarita Felix (pronounced Phallix as in Latin vs. Spanish, though I myself am Mexican) and am a member of a religious order of women. We are the Daughters of Consolation and Hope founded on the ‘Barbary Coast’ during the gold rush times. Our first mission was to tend to the needs of the many fallen women who found themselves stranded in what has been historically termed the ‘Sodom and Gomorrah’ of the west. Presently we strive to aid the ‘fallen women’ of today and their equally needful company (I believe the colloquial term is Johns). Miss Klitt is a saved soul but needs constant watching as finding and keeping legitimate work is simply not yet in her grasp; she is my own special case. We must pray for her, Mr. Steele.

As instructed I will present some details about myself that I would not normally consider relevant, but Miss Klitt insists and I trust her ‘ways of the world’. I am of average height and weight and was considered perky and cute in my teens, though I was naturally shy and never considered using my face or body to deceive all the young boys who showed interest in me. My true vocation was not with them. (I do know about men and women, Mr. Steele; I received an A+ in biology.)

I entered the convent (actually a large apartment house in the city) at 16 and will soon be 21. We do not wear old-fashioned nun’s habits but rather simple working clothes. I favor crisp linen blouses under denim jumpers or skirts. Many people still think we bind our bosoms, shave our heads and wear scratchy bloomers. Not true, Mr. Steele! I myself wear nothing under my shirts. Mother Superior is extremely frugal and says that using a brassiere would be a waste of church funds as my young bosom needs no outside support. We do still use old-fashioned garter belts and stockings as they are also more cost-saving than pantyhose. They are black, an old tradition in our order. I don’t know why Miss Klitt thinks this is relevant but I am obedient by training, and hope these details are of some aid to you.

I have no photographs but our friend in kind said I should tell you that I look nearly alike, in face and figure, as Salma Hayek. I cannot verify this as I have not met Miss Hayek; perhaps she is a mutual friend between you and Miss Klitt?

Now Mr. Steele, for the most important part of this message. I have given myself, body and soul to God, and through His good graces I wish to give myself, through my special God-given gifts, to anyone in need. You are a young man in prison and therefore most in need. I do not care to know why you are in San Quentin; I only wish to know how I might help you live in peace and joy.

If you will it, I am your humble and obedient handmaiden,

Margarita

 

[ariosto]

This is terrific! better than he'd ever hoped...some of the chicks had even sent pictures!

Bobby Joe rereads each letter, judging their worth by the size of his hardon and after much thought decides to answer them all BEFORE he wanks his weenie....

Look at him now squatting naked, crosslegged on the narrow cot, the soft light of the single 40 watt bulb picking out the details of his muscular physique from the gloom and shadow of the cell.
He picks up his fat number two pencil and begins to write with a feverish intensity....

 

[ariosto]

letter to chanaud...

to: chanaud
#7 Cannery Row
San Francisco


First, lemme tell ya that your HOT! I love those green panties but next time you send me a picture try taking them off...hahaha!

Second, no i ain't that Aristo guy. I read a bunch of his stuff and it sure don't impress me, The guy needs a life!

Third, about that guy guy thing. It aint my bag. Nobody sticks his pecker up Bobby Joe's beehiney! Well I take that back. When I was modeling jockies for Haines, there was this party and Tyra Banks strapped on this big black dildo and asks me to bend over see?
Well what's a guy gonna do! It's Tyra Banks for chrissakes!

Wait a minute I got a expert right next door. Little guy we call Marilyn, sometimes if I stick my cock out the bars right at the end of the cell and he can jack me off...closest I get to any pussy dammit.

Hey chanaud, he says if I give him your adress he'll write you and tell you himself and this guy aughta know, He's been had by every con in the joint.
I aint that desperate yet.

Well anyway Tyra got it in me but she's not exactly a guy so that dont count.

Okay now the last part and the best. (yum)

Baby, just think a me going down on you...tearing them panties off you like tissue paper and licking my way up those long. long legs of yours till my mouth is right over your pretty pussy. Then I start licken and teasin' that little old clit of yours till it starts to sing for me like a soprano and then I slide two thick fingers right up into you...Oh baby! You feel that! Damn your tight!
Christ but Im gettin hard thinkin about it.
You want to play with my cock babe? I got it right here...nearly a foot long and thick as a budweiser can. I can just see your lips wrapped around it. Sliding slowly up and down..up and down.....

Guess what! Im gonna leave it right there and hope for another letter from you. I'll send you a picture as soon I get them printed up. Marilyn works in the joints print shop and loves to take pictures of naked guys.

okay heres a big kiss right on them pretty panties!

Your's with a hardon...Bobby Joe

 

[ariosto]

To Whankaski

Diane Whankaski
Coy, Virgin, Slitt, & Associates
2469 N. LaSalle St.
Chicago, IL 60613

Hiya Doll!

Uhhhh...gee I don't know about this one. Are you sayin' your a lawyer and think you can spring me on appeal?
If you are then why'd ya send me a picture of your butt. It's a great butt Miss Wankaski but it sure don't fit no lawyer I know.

Okay so your sayin, if I lay this thing in your hands, you can grab it and give it a new twist?
What's in it for you?
I aint got much in the way of 'grease' left but what I got I can send your way by special delivery if you think you can pull it off. Just keep your door wide open and watch for it.
I couldn't get F. Lee Bailey with it but maybe your more receptive.

I'm gonna ask the warden if we can have a meeting real soon. I think my case will be in good hands with you if you'll really get down on it with everything you got!

PS you got any pictures without the cutoffs? Im gonna send you one of mine real soon.

Anxiously hanging on to my last hope...

Your client
Bobby Joe

 

[ariosto]

To Patty
Club Macadamia Nutz
Honolulu



Holy Cow! I saw your act when we were shooting 'LavaLust Part IX' over there.
Damn! I was with Trixie even!
You remember us? We must stuffed two hundred bucks in your garter!.
I'm sorry about the table dance babe, but Trix used to get real jealous when she was drunk.
Man o man...I never thought I'd hear from you!

When I saw you slide down that pole, I about split my pants open I got so hard!
Oh look at this, have I gotta pole for you!
Hell I get a woody just thinkin about your act...

You know I read your letter and tears come to my eyes when you talk about the way I did Trixie in a 'Thing in My Pants'. We was really in love . Are you gonna act out that scene for real? Where you gonna get the midget?
It was the way I took my time tonguing her little clit and licking her sweet pussy that made her fall in love with me she said...

Speakin of clits! Did ya really get off on my picture, right there in front of everybody! Damn I wish I'd been there...
Hey maybe next time you can get yourself all hot and rub a little of that joy juice on the letter. Would ya do that?

Send any money you get to,

Diane Whankaski
Coy, Virgin, Slitt, & Associates
2469 N. LaSalle St.
Chicago, IL 60613

She's the broad that says she can get me outta here and she's got a nice butt too. Maybe you can show her that pole thing you do.

it would be awesome if you can get you and those girls over here I know these mugs would give them a welcome they wouldn't forget . Just as long as you remember it's MY pole you gotta dance on.*wink wink*

Well it's lights out in the old hooskow, but I'm gonna lay back here and remember that night you slithered down the pole and Trixie knocked you off the table.

You are a very deep and feeling Lady.
Write again and dont forget to add that special stuff okay?


PS..I'm kissin those sweet titties on your photo right now. Thanx Doll.

Bobby Joe

 

[ariosto]

To : Sister Margarita Felix
Daughters of Consolation and Hope Mission
4177 Geary Street
San Francisco


Wow a Nun!

I am so surprised Sister, I havn't talked to no nuns since I got expelled from Saint Veronica Delarosa in 8th grade!

Mandy Klitt, turned ya on to me huh?
Lessee...Mandy Klitt, Mandy Klitt....Oh Hell yes! You mean Kandi Klitt! Sure she and me were real tight before I met Trixie. I remember this one scene where she jacks off 10 guys at once...man she was busy! You shoulda seen it! And she had a helluva hangover that day too.

Oh....well maybe you shouldnotta seen it bein in Holy Orders and all, I guess.
But boy it was one hot scene! I was number ten and just as soon as my pecker started to droop she'd be on it like greased lightning...oh yeah those was the days all right.
Tell her I said hi and pinch her titties for me. She'll make a cool nun. You wont regret it.

Sounds like you lead a very pure life Sister and I feel sorry they don't afford no underwear for you. But hey that can have it's advantages right? *wink wink*
Man I can just see you come in to visit me here. Havin' the good book in your hands up tight against your krisp linen blouse, pressin against them pure sweet breasts of yours and you looking so innocent and cute and perky. I bet the screws would let ya right in this cell here with me.

But ya know I got a real bad streak in me Sister Margarita, cause I know I should get right down on my knees in front of you and confess my sins and stuff but instead I see me gettin down all right but instead of confessin' sins, I raise that denim skirt up real slow along them fine legs of yours, all dark and silky in those stockings...raising it up some more till I see them frilly black garters and the sugary little mound of your smooth damp pussy.(somehow Sis I see you with a shaven beaver...is that okay?)
My hands slide real light up the back of your thighs, till they cup your firm round ass then they pull you forward till you can feel my hot breath on your pussy lips. I use my tongue to tease that pretty little clit out of it's hiding place and roll it around, while I slide my fingers into that tight hot cherry pie. By this time your leanin back against the bars with your bible in one hand and the other twisted in my hair, pulling my face into your snatch. My tongue slides right into you and starts licking and licking....
Damn Sister but you taste good! (I got a Golden Cock award one year for best cunnilinges (always misspell that!) scene in an adult movie when I went down on Gloria Majik in 'Tongue For Hire')
Hey she looked like Selma Hyak too!
Wow Sister if you look like her your a fuckin' knock out!

Well I got a lot more of that stuff in my head but you see what kinda bum you gotta work with.
If you think you can do somethin with me though your welcome to try.


Waiting for your salvation
Bobby Joe...sinner

PS ask Kandi, I mean Mandi if she remembers when Rock Ryder and me nearly choked her with both cocks cummin in her mouth at once. I bet she does!

 

[Guest]

from Sr. Margarita

Dear Bobby Joe:

Blessings. Your reply was stunningly unexpected, shocking to my imagination, but I will not forsake you, dear man. I will try now to respond forthrightly and with the grace of God behind me.

I was glad to learn that you had the experience of a religious education for at least eight years. You must have heard the phrase, Once a Catholic, always a Catholic. I will keep that in mind as we continue our correspondence. I regret to inform you that St. Veronica’s school is no more. There was a scandal in the rectory, as is the awful case throughout our Church at present. But the faithful are working in league to set things right. For your information I myself take great risk in speaking up about the necessity of deconstructing the hierarchy. In a future missive I may even tell you about my own experiences with the bishop, a man as misled as you, my brother.

Mandy has verified your claims. We had a very instructional conversation and meeting. To be blunt she instructed me in the ways of her world. I submitted to her with the faith that the more I know the more I might understand the poor souls I am trying to help. She assured me that telling you about our encounter would be beneficial, and that you would be more apt to trust and heed my message.

Mandy and I proceeded to my room, a studio apartment fit for a person who takes a vow of poverty. My one luxury, if you will, is a four-poster bed, a gift from one of our parishioners. I was obedient as is my nature and calling. Mandy instructed me to take off all my clothing but for my regulation garter belt and stockings. She thought they were “hot”. Really, they merely keep me warm in our oft-foggy cool weather.

She tied me to the bed using soft fur-lined cuffs, one for each hand and foot. Bobby Jo, she explored my body like a doctor; it was rather comforting, for a while. When she began to lick and tickle my breasts with her pierced tongue I became excited in a way I had not felt since my high-school days (and my experience with the bishop). I knew my feelings were natural, a God-given gift, so I did not fight them. I closed my eyes and let the Spirit take over.

Her tongue, as you well know, is pierced with a metal rod with little balls at each end. When she rubbed all round my virgin nipples it felt as if the metal were electric. My nipples hardened and ‘buzzed’ with the ‘shocks’. She went further and began to give each nub little bites and sucks. I began to moan and felt the electricity, metaphorically of course, engulf my entire breasts and course down to the area between my legs.

Mandy seemed to know exactly what I was feeling for she left my bosom and knelt down between my black-stockinged legs. She caressed my inner thighs and as she neared that special area I sighed more. I opened my eyes and saw that Mandy had undressed to the waist. Dear Bobby Jo, she is a lovely young woman and I can well understand your temptation in days past. Her breasts looked twice as large as mine and just as firm and taut. I presume she wears a brassiere primarily for the comfort. I do not understand it but looking at her own hardened and upright nipples cause me further excitement.

She then licked her lips and went to work, so to speak, between my legs. She began to lick, with that metal knob, the very center of me. I believe I yelled and moaned very loudly and was glad our old building is quite soundproof. I know that you can well imagine what Mandy did but she insisted I must give you the scene in detail. Let me catch my breath, writing this is bringing back the experience. Lord, keep me at my task.

Mandy’s tongue circled and circled my vulva, causing my moans to overlap so that I believe I sounded like a wounded animal. I was very grateful to suffer so for our Lord. Suddenly I screamed aloud as she hit upon what seemed the core of my excitement. It is a little knob of my own at the tip of my vulva lips. I cried out with each touch and flick of her tongue, but when she began to nibble and suck on it I felt near a kind of death. I begged her to stop; I was frightened and excited at once. She did stop and looked up at me, saying “Sis, trust me. You ain’t gonna die from this, though it’ll feel like it. You gotta know why I do the things I do, an’ why BJ does what he does. Yer gonna feel what we feel, OK?” Sir, you must guess what happened to me, what I went through for your precious soul.

Mandy returned to my clitoris, as I have since learned is its proper name, and how she came to rename herself. She licked, bit and sucked and within minutes I had an orgasm, something that heretofore I had only read about years ago in my sexual education classes. It did feel as if I were dying to myself but it was an exquisite demise. There seemed to be an implosion within my core, waves of pleasure flooded my body, including my breasts and nipples. I cried and yelled, groaned deep within myself. Mandy slowed down and with the same maneuverings of her tongue kept the waves coming, more slowly but still intense. I realized I was moving my hips in time with her tongue; I could not help it and so accepted it was my responsibility in this blessed work. At last she stopped as the orgasm subsided into the simple pleasures of soothing licks and nibbles.

Forgive the length of this missive, dear man; I hope we have made a deeper connection through your reading of it. I await your reply and how you believe I might further steer your course to salvation. If you think it will be of further use I will describe what happened after my orgasm, what I was blest to give dear Mandy in return.

I believe now that I am ripe and ready for a special visit to you in person. However, we should first meet as is the norm—face to face with glass between us. Mandy is prepared to instruct me in how to speak, and the special exhibition I might present to you if circumstances permit.

Bobby Jo, have faith. I am committed to your special needs and cause. Your ‘bad streak’, as you call it, gives me the strength to continue in my mission.

Your servant in the Lord,

Margarita

p.s. You cannot ‘confess’ to me, only to an ordained minister, but if it helps we can ‘play’ at confession and I will do my best to relieve you of the guilt of sin. Your repentance however is in your hands, not mine.

p.s.2 I have seen a photograph of Ms. Hayek and agree with Mandy. I hope that helps as you try to imagine me in your prayers.

 

[ariosto]

2nd letter to Sister Margarita

To : Sister Margarita Felix
Daughters of Consolation and Hope Mission
4177 Geary Street
San Francisco

Them stains up at the top there by your name is cum Sister.
My cum cause you have written me one HOT letter!
When I started readin about old Kandi rubben that stud of hers on your nubbin, I just had tp take out old Henry and let him go to town.
I was thinkin' a Selma Hyak all the time too.

Your in damn good hands with that lil gal Sister. She knows her stuff but I guess you know that now! hahaha.

You got away with words you know that?...It was like I was really there watchin you two...She can suck a tit all right but so can I and if I'd been there and boy oh boy I wished I had! I'd a been goin down on one boob and her on the other.
I aint got a stud in my tongue, Ol' Bobby Joe don't believe in gettin himself pierced, but I do have good teeth and I know how to use 'em.
First off I'd kinda gather up your pretty tit in both hands and squeeze till the skin all around your sweet nipple is stretched tight and it's pokin' right straight up. Thin I'd flick it real fast with my tongue and suck it kinda, but I'd also be rakin' my teeth over that tight pebbled skin all around and then I'd draw that little bud up into my mouth right between my teeth. I'd just keep suckin till i felt it tickle the back of my throat, then I'd pull back real slow, lettin my teeth rake it again on the way out. I'd keep doin that Sister while old Mandi did a number on the other one.

She went down on you good after that and you described it so damned well that I'm gettin horny again just rememberin!
Hang on....

I'm back. I had to go lay in my rack and jack off. I took that big pole a mine in my hands and squeezed it hard wishin you was here to do it for me. Talk about savin' my soul! That'd do it allright.
Anyway I imagined you here in the cell with me only this time I got your hands tied up to the bars with the stockings I just ripped off them long pretty legs of yours. Your lookin out over the cell block and every con in the joint is lookin back at you droolin and floggin thir logs.

I move in behind ya and slide your skirt around your waist. Your panties is long gone!
My hands slide up and down your legs and thighs and I can feel goosebumps on your creamy smooth skin.

I cup your tight ass in both hands and spread those sweet cheeks wide so I can take a real good look at your pussy.
You can hear all them mugs moanin and yellin and eggin' me on.

First I run my tongue around your little 'A' hole sister, a rim job they call it and you spread your legs a bit more and push your snatch right up in my face. My fingers start playin' with your clit, pinching and rubbing and all and then my tongue licks down into your tight cunt and slides in deep...
I tell you Sister, time I'm up to here in my imagination, my cock is achin real bad. It's a kind of an ache and an itch too, only more than both together you know...I'm grabbin tight way down at the base and drawing my hand up all the way to the tip and I can just feel myself about to fall off the wire.

In my head I hear you moanin as my tongue comes alive in your pussy and my hands lock down tight on your hips so you cant move....

Shit! Lights out in three minutes...
I'll finish up later...

I hate that about my old school Sister and it wasnt me and my gang that nailed them two nuns in the cafeteria that night. they never prooved nothin.

And oh yeah...Kandi does have GREAT tits! You really gotta suck 'em some time, it'll do ya good. It always did me good!

I'm real grateful that your takin' time from all your charities and good deeds and stuff to let Kandi show you the ropes. It's gonna make it a lot easier to talk to you when you finally get here.

I can't wait! *WINK WINK*

Your the first nun that ever made me hard, So I guess we got a a good start there don't we?

Bobby Joe

 

[Guest]

Margarita

Dear Bobby Jo,

You continue to move me with your needs and I see my work will take more prayer and courage than I first presumed. I beg you and God forgive my earlier arrogance.

After reading your recent letter I went immediately to confession, to old Fr. Richard Hardon, our order’s pastor. I felt the urgent need to relieve myself of having caused you to degrade yourself further by what I had written of myself and Mandy. It was the most difficult and satisfying act of penance in my life, and so have been instructed by Father Dick to detail it for you, that you might benefit by the grace of my contrition. He has also asked for a personal copy, so you may believe I write out of obedience and with good purpose.

As I could not easily read your letter in the dark of the confessional booth, I retrieved it and met privately with Father in his study. I sat in his large leather reading chair while he paced the room. You might imagine how painful it was for me to read your words, to read of the shameful actions I caused you to commit and imagine. He insisted on seeing the special stains—proof of my partnership in your misdeeds. I wished I could have erased them, licked them off the page, but realized they mattered not compared to their cause.

I simply confessed myself to be the inspiration of your impure thoughts, but Fr. Dick said that was not sufficient. The Lord forgives all, but as the conduit of my absolution in this world Father needed to know more and asked that I relate what I wrote to you about Mandy. He knows her well and has consoled and instructed her in the faith many a late night. She even calls him Pops out of the dearest affection. (Therefore I felt more shamed that my sin included her.)

As I began to recount how Mandy had cuffed me nearly naked to my bed, Fr. Dick halted my confession, saying this appeared a more grievous a matter than first implied. He ordered me to kneel on the chair, facing its back. He placed my hands behind me, tying them with the silk cord removed from the waist of his old-fashioned cassock, then placed one kneeling leg each in the crevices made between the chair cushion and its arms so that there was about eighteen inches between my kneeling legs.

I described in detail what Mandy did to my body and how I willingly surrendered to all my emotions and physiological responses. At times Fr. Dick asked questions. For example, when I spoke of how Mandy handled my breasts he pulled down the straps of my jumper, unbuttoned my shirt and tired to imitate what I was describing. He fumbled at first but with my help seemed to repeat Mandy’s work exactly. It was then much easier to describe my responses while actually reliving them at his ministering hands. He also sucked my nipples more dearly than Mandy, painfully even, telling me to offer it up for my sins. I wish you could be as blest, dear man, to suffer so in repentance.

Yet, at the same time that my nubbies (Father used that term) were aching between his teeth I experienced that sweet electricity coursing through them to my swelling vulva, ricocheting like hundreds of tiny bullets beneath my shivering skin. I confessed this immediatley and the dear man proceeded to relieve me with his ministerial hands. Lifting my skirt and securing it in my tied hands he pulled my panties halfway to my spread knees and massaged my vulva so that I came to moan ecstatically and involuntarily move my pelvic area back and forth. His kind hand soothed my swollen nether mouth and the other massaged my breasts with great tenderness.

The poor man began to breathe heavily and groan so that I worried for his health, but he took no notice of my concerns and told me to be quiet, he was only beginning his special ministrations. Suddenly he pinched a nipple sharply and did the same in several places on my ass cheeks while pulling my garters and snapping them like rubber-bands. I yelped and cried out as softly as I could while he explained that all pleasure has its price. After what seemed an endless moment to me, I weakly begged him to stop. He then knelt down, commanded that I recite the old Latin ‘Act of Contrition’ and said I was about to be absolved with all the power invested in him by his holy orders. I wept gratefully as I began my prayer.

First, as a symbol of my cleansing, the old man lapped my cunt clean, every drop of my repentant juices thus far. My solace and delight increased so that I began to quiver in my cunt and throughout my pelvis. He rose then, and said, “My child, you will soon be satisfied in the Lord.” I heard the stirrings of his skirt and without further notice his sacred spear entered my cunt immediately to its base. I screamed for I was a virgin til that moment, but I offered up my pain to the Lord, welcoming my sacrifice for myself, for you and for Mandy.

Dearest boy, I can only say a miracle occurred. The pain diminished and soon I was filled with an awe-ful pleasure to match the pain. Fr. Dick held me tightly, his hands pinching and pulling my nipples while his blessed cock thrust in and out of my core. He groaned and commanded, “Come now, my child, come with me to God!” He pulled each nipple taut, gave a small hard twist and we came together. The good man untied my hands and left me there alone to say my final prayers in peace. I felt free and clean again, more virginal than I thought possible.

Bobby Jo, my brother, I am fatigued by this writing and will end now. Do not give up hope. I shall write again soon. I have another special meeting with Fr. Dick this evening and am certain he will instruct me further in my mission to reach you and bring you back into the bosom of Mother Church.

Peace and courage,
Margarita

 

[patford31769]

Hi Bobby Jo

Thank you for your reply. Your letter was very hot. I don't know why you included a letter addressd to some nun, and I hope you don't mind my invading your privacy like that, but I read it before resealing it and sending it on to the nun for whom it was obviously intended. Your writing is very hot and sexy. Have you ever considered writing scripts for pornos, instead of merely acting in them? It would be a shame to let your writing skills go to waste. On the other hand, it would be an equal shame for you to quit acting, and let your obvious cocksmanship skills go to waste, either. Although I wouldn't object one bit if you gave up porn acting to share that cock only with me (grin). Still, I could never really be that selfish, to deprive my Sisters in Horniness of seeing your skills up on screen! I know Trixie didn't mind sharing you with your viewers, and honestly I wouldn't object to your acting either, so long as it was my arms you came home to every night, or if you must see other women, you invite me along to share.

I honestly don't remember you and Trixie visiting me down at the club. I wish I did. I can't for the life of me figure out how I could not remember two such stunningly hot and sexy people as you and Trixie, coming to visit me. But there it is, I can't recall it, and I won't worry over my memory lapse.

I'm sorry Trixie was jealous that night, I wish she had said something. I would definitely have pleasured the jealousy right out of her, for you see I am bisexual and I would have charged you for only one lap dance and let you two share! I sometimes do that if a man and a woman obviously love each other very much and they both look hot to me, which you two obviously do (I mean did before tragedy befell Trixie).

Oh, well, that's all water under the bridge now. I won't worry about my memory lapse.

Your mention of a $200 tip inspired me last night to use two $100 bills in my pole dance. You know, the one where I slither naked, hanging upside down, from the ceiling down the pole to the stage floor, then slither naked on my back and ass, across the stage floor? This time, as I slithered across the floor, I held two $100 bills in your honor, rubbing them both against my pussy until I came all over them, right there on stage in front of about 30 very horny guys.

I mailed both hundreds to your lawyer, Diane Whankaski at Coy, Virgin, Slitt, & Associates, in hopes that the sight and scent of my come-splatters on the money will inspire her to move even faster in securing your release for the crime of which you have been so wrongfully accused. You see, I've heard that Diane is also bi, so I figured she'd get off on holding two hundred-dollar bills soaked in my pussy juices. Anything to speed the day when you get out of prison and resume making those wonderful tapes that we women all so love.

As I wrapped myself around the pole at the club last night, I just kept daydreaming that it was your pole I had wrapped myself around. Maybe some day, baby. We can both only but hope. I know you can never love me as you did Trixie. Yours was a rare and magical once-in-a-lifetime sort of love, but I promise we can definitely rock each other's world if and when we do meet.

I did act out that scene from "The Thing in My Pants" a couple of nights ago. My partner was not quite a midget, but one of our male dancers is kinda on the short side, and with me in 8-inch spiked heels, he didn't even have to get down on his knees for his face to be right at pussy level. I stood towering above his head, my legs spread in an invertved V, and let his tongue work its magic spell on me, and on the audience watching us. Believe me, he did one helluva great job imitating the midget's every lick from your tape. He is short everywhere but where it really counts, and after he licked my orgasming pussy clean, I loved sliding down his 10 inches, and dreaming that I was riding that amazing 12-incher that you are packing (my last boyfriend was only 6 inches, which is one of many, many reasons why I kicked his sorry ass to the curb, soon after he first dropped his shorts for me; I might not have minded his 6 inches if he had some other redeeming qualities, some poersonality, but alas he didn't and his pee-wee cock was just the last straw)!

My clit is still quivering just thinking about last night's reenactment, and even the thought of ex-bf's 6 incher can't get me down now. Your movie was our inspiration last night, and brought in over $5000 of tips that I donated to your lawyer to get you out faster, so you and I can meet and whatever (especially the whatever!).

I am holding this letter against my pussy and rubbing, imagining it is your huge and lovely pole rubbing me. Almost...almost there...oh, yes...UNNNGHHH! There, a nice thick glob that hopefully won't get cold or dry before you have a chance to hold and read this letter. Some fresh, warm pussy juice just for you, my dear heart, just so you'll know how much I admire your work and care about you, how much a fan I am and how I long to meet you. I promise, this time, I definitely will know who you are, and I will NOT forget you.

I'll seal the envelope now, with my tongue that hungers to lick you, and get this off in the mail to you, so you can read it and maybe get OFF, too!

All my love, my sweet.

Patty from the Aloha State

 

[Annabelllee2003]

Inmate B-36969
Block 7
San Quentin.

Dear Sir,

I've never written a letter like this before, so please forgive me if I make mistakes and say things that I shouldn't say.

I am a nice girl, I've lived in central WV for most of my life and have studied at the local university. I'm not a scholar or nothing, but I can see where you may have had some bad luck in your life and been on the wrong side of the law.

I am a 28 years old and I have my own house and I have a dog named Squelch. He's a good dog but not very good company. I guess when I read your letter it sort of tugged at my heart. I don't have the experience or luster of lots of women, but I just know that for all the sex and stuff in your letter, it's not all you want.

I always wanted to go more with my life and feel like I am missing something. I don't have any kind of idea why I'm even writing except I really feel like I know you and the things you would like, well, I'd like them too.

I'm not like, highly educated, but I'm not a prude. I admit I don't have tons of experience but I have a good imagination and very good feeling for people. I think you are someone I can connect with.

I know you have a million letters coming in and that I probably don't got too much a shot at a reply, but still, I'm sending it anyway.

I know this isn't like.. a thriller letter and I don't have boobs that would knock a porn star off the charts or a body that people would die or kill for, but for fantasy, for close your eyes and feel me, close your eyes and I'm with you, I can see it. I'm it.

Sincerely,


Maggie Price

 

[ariosto]

Third letter to Sister Margarita

To : Sister Margarita Felix
Daughters of Consolation and Hope Mission
4177 Geary Street
San Francisco

Father Dick popped your cherry! And to think you did it all for me!
Sister you are a classy broad and I gotta tell you that your letter had me cummin in one minute flat. In fact I read it 19 times today and came 19 times. I'm gettin complaints from the cleanin'
staff! Hahaha.

You know most people don't believe I can get my rocks off that many times Sister. But you ask Kandi, she'll tell ya, they used to call me 'Machine Gun Bobby Joe'.
Once when she and I was doin,...'Humpin to Please" I think,
She got me off 26 times in 12 hours! No shit!
And that aint counti' the times I nailed Brandi Knockers our co-star...she later got intothat stuff with Clinton, remember?
In this one scene in fact she's kinda doin what you did with that lucky fuck Father Dick, only she's also lickin' Brandi's pussy at the same time.
She's up on the bar see, and starts goin down on Brandi's tits.
And Goddam that girls got tits like rocket ships...oh yeah when you get a chance tell me about your tits Marge, can I call ya that?...I bet their sweet and pretty. You like to get them sucked Sister? I'm a good tit sucker ask anybody...I take my time, kissin, lickin, suckin...then I like to pinch and twist a little, nibble with my teeth..well you get the idea.

Okay back to Kandi.
I play this truck driver see and I come in and here's these chicks messin around on the bar and I get horny fast!
Come up behind old Mandi, Brandi see's me see and winks, and I flip up her little cheerleader skirt...'yeah she was a cheer leader in Humpin to Please'...anyway I flip it up, slide her panties down just like the Father did yours, and then I just start eatin that pretty pussy like its a rueban sandwich. I like them don't you?
Well lickin a sweet little pussy gets me hotter than hell and in no time I'm steering my meat, and I got a LOt of meat!, right into her tight little cunt.
She locks down on it like a vise, gives me the old push and grind and after a few really deeeeep thrusts I'm cummin all over her ass like old faithful!

The Director, Speedo Gropena, yells, "CUT THATS A TAKE!"
But Old Brandi says "HELL NO... DO ME KNOW!"
and she jumps up right beside Mandi and shakes that beaver in my face. Christ whats a guy to do!
I run my cum soaked cockhead up and down her slit until it opens up like a summer rose and then I SLAM my pole right into her...nearly knocked her off the bar!
In no time I'm lettin go again and Brandi's squirmin and cryin so loud, Kandi wants more!

As soon as I yank it outta the one chick the others got my balls in her hands and starts suckin me off..
WHAM! I explode in Kandi's face!
Next a gal from the 'fluff' crew spins me around and says "Do ME NOW..TAKE ME IN THE ASS!"
So hell I do...why not, right?
Pretty soon I'm doin every dame on the set, two and three times even.
Speedo says he's never seen nothin' like it.
It's all on tape, but it never got released cause he said nobody'd believe it.

Hey I didnt mean to go on so long about all that.
You sure got a way with the Kings English Lady. I could almost put myself in Father Dicks shoes while he licked your cunt and then gave you the old 'in out'

In fact you get me so Hot, guess what?

I pinned your letter over my cot and use it as a jack off target!
A stripper who writes me give me the idea. Anyway I had to put some wax paper I got from Marylyn over it so the words wouldn't run.

I'm gonna ask the warden tomorrow about you coming here to visit. Maybe if you brought Father Dick to kinda chaperone things, he'd buy it.
Whaddya think?

Save me Sister I'm countin on ya!

Bobby Joe


PS I sure would like a pitcher of your pretty tits. Maybe Father D could help you out on that too.

 

[Guest]

Margarita

Dear Bobby Joe:

Your effusiveness and gratitude humble me. I feel I’ve done so little to deserve it. Releasing my “cherry”, as you put it, was the smallest pebble on the trail of this journey we’ve begun. I pray each hour for the courage to meet your own. You are a model of a focused soul for me, I long to achieve a polestar as firm as yours. Bless you, Robert.

I declared I would not judge you, but fear more purgative action must be taken soon. Fr. Hardon has arranged for our visit to you this weekend, and we will be allowed the use of a private visiting room. It seems one of our parishioners is the grand-aunt of the warden. I took this as a special sign from God.

We will be separated by a plexi-glass wall, but will be able to hear each other without using a phone, as the glass is cut out through its middle surface with holes that allow inmates and loved ones to take each other's hands. (Another special sign I believe.) In order not to disturb other inmates or the guards we will arrive dressed in our clerical garb. I will wear the old-fashioned habit and Fr. Dick his usual cassock, but once in our private room I will reveal an outfit for your comfort befitting the world you know and love. Mandy is taking care of this for me; her charity seems to know no bounds.

Robert, dear, I must tell you something in confidence now and trust you will keep this between us. I have had to censor my consultations with Fr. Dick for I fear for his health. He becomes so passionate, so physically aroused in his work with me, that I believe it is becoming too much for him. To ease my anxieties about my loss of virginity we have since resumed our copulations twice, at times thrice daily so that it might become second nature to me and I may focus better on our mission than worrying about my performance. However, our work only seems to escalate and during today’s mid-morning session the dear man nearly fainted when he climaxed.

I confess we have come together (excuse the word-play) in a variety of positions including anal penetration. As with my deflowering the first experience was painful, but my bumhole was trained quickly and expertly to expand and contract for full penetration. Mandy provided me with a special gel to ease this task. I must admit I cannot imagine how the ladies in your past managed with your twelve inches. Fr. Dick I believe is relatively small; I would estimate eight or nine inches at most, but dare not ask him the exact length, nor attempt to measure his member myself. I daresay too that its girth compensates for its brevity as I cannot wrap my hand fully around it. And, my boy, the head exceeds the circumference of its stem!

You will be pleased to know that whatever position or technique Father commands I always climax. Indeed I have learned I am multi-orgasmic. I take some pride in this unfortunately and must remind myself to credit Father’s good graces and expert teaching. His charity humbles me nearly as much as your compliance in our good works. (Do excuse my effusiveness, friend; I feel such a lack in the mere use of language. Please know I will be better able to express myself to you in person.)

I must thank you for your appreciation of my language skills. I had a good parochial education and am grateful for its effects in my communications with you. Your colloquialisms amuse me with their simplicity and forthrightness; you have your own voice, Robert—do not ever be diffident about anything you say or write.

I will write again tomorrow. I must still tell you how I reciprocated Mandy’s first lesson to me. Yes, she too is extending my special education. Between our sessions and those with Fr. Dick I can barely meet the needs of our other community members, but I hope soon to “graduate” and offer my gifts to all who need them.

As for your request for a photograph, tomorrow Father and Mandy will shoot some portraits. I hope Mandy will agree to enter a frame or two. Father wants her to take photos of us to illustrate the narratives I have written so far.

Please do not call me Marge. If you wish you can call me Rita, that is my nickname to friends.

With a growing affection, in true friendship,

Rita

 

[ariosto]

2nd letter to Patty

To: Patty
Club Macadamia Nutz
Honolulu


I have licked almost all the letters off your letter Patty. It was really gooooood. The taste just got me a prize assed boner in no time and I could just imagine me knockin' that short guy out of the way and showin you what it's like to really get your pussy eatin by a guy that knows how!
I'da sunk my hands right down in your tight little ass cheeks and pulled you onto my face like you was a muzzle and I was a rabid dog. I'da had you pull them soft sweet folds apart and then i'da licked and teased that slick clit of yours till it popped out and started to sing! Then Old Bobby would lay about 6 inches of hot thick tongue into your deeelicious snatch.... That's right Baby, my tongues longer than your bf's (ex boy friend that is) cock!...
I'd a explored every hot tight inch of your pussy kissing and sucking with my lips, probing and licking with my tongue goin right to that bitchin 'C" spot.
My hands are on your ass see, kneeding and squeezing and holding you right onto my face. You look down past them great tits of yours and see me lookin up at ya, with my tongue inside you crazy like a wild animal!
I wink atcha!
You shudder and grind that puss right down on my face. Your fingers start rubbing that little pearl faster and faster while my mouth goes into overdrive...You grab my hair, yank me in...And I try and crawl inside you, mouth first!
By this time my cock is a foot long and hard as steel, it's thronbbin and twitchin...got a life of it's own!

Suddenly I suck your clit into my mouth and shake my head, while I drive two fingers right up your warm wet cunt....
You shake and shudder...cry out!...And then start cummin...
Man o Man, do you cum! I can feel that hot sheet of cream on my tongue and my lips...Just like on your letter only better!
My tongue don't stop see, It keeps rolling and twisting inside you and you just keep cummin. Your nails has dug trenches on my head and shoulders but I don't give a damn. I'm eatin' pussy and I love it!

I wonder how the nuns letter got in with yours?
Well it was dark maybe. You should meet this Sister Patty,. She's really gone to bat for me. Tryin' to learn what it's slike to be a underwear model and porn star, so she can help save my soul. Ain't that great!

You made 5000 bucks by gettin' off on those two 'C' notes and acting out that scene!
Christ I only made 2500 for the whole damned movie.
Maybe I should learn to dance on poles too HAHAHA.
Say you don't still have them bills around do ya?

Thanks for sending the dough to Ms Wankeasy. She said she can spring me but I aint heard back from here lately and I'm beginnin' to worry.

Speakin a poles...I'm lookin at your picture and stroking off here. I sure could use some help. I bet you suck cock really good Patty. Maybe you can tell me about it next time. *WINKWINK*

SO I gess i 'lll say godni ght...(sorry jerkin off here..cant type toogood)....an th ans agin for ur hep l.

GOd!...Im Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmminnn.....

Bob by jo e


PS (I finished...a good one too)

Funny you should ask..I'm workin on a screenplay right now. I'll let ya see it real soon. I'm savin you a part even!*Wink*
And thanks, the nun's at Saint Veronica didn't know nothin' about writin anyway.

PSS
I sure do wish Trixie and me had known about you bein ACDC.
Man That could a been a night we'd all remember!

 

[ariosto]

first letter to Mrs. Price

To;
Maggie Price
4 Apple Blossom Lane
Summerfield New York


You sound like a real down to earth honest broad, Lady.
Yeah it's true I'm gettin' letters from strippers and nuns, and online preverts and lawyers with nice asses, but this is the first letter I got that smells like apple pie and bleach.

And ya know what it really turns me on. No shit!
Sometimes after a shoot, where I'd been fuckin 4 or 5 chicks in a jacuzzi full of aloe vera, or else giving head to Trixie while we sky dived over Miami Beach...now THAT was scene, lemme tell ya!
Anyway after that weird stuff, it was downright refreshin' to go screw a housewife.

I especially like to slip up behind ya while your doin' the dishes...raise your pretty yellow sundress, rub my big cock up and down your silk panties till your wet as the plate in your hand.
Then I yank down them frillies, slide em right down your legs, and kiss my way all the way up to your pretty little beaver, give it a few good Bobby Joe licks and then slip my meat to ya,
pushin my fat cockhead along those pretty petals, till it slides in real tight.
You make a whimperin' sound kinda and bend over the sink, pushin way back on me. I see my cock, all 12 inches sinkin' right into your love canal...
Oh Damn but that feels good! Hope you dont mind if I jack off while I write...HAHAHA.

So There I am behind ya, your legs spread wide and takin' every damn inch I got!
Your heads tappin the window behind the sink I'm rammin' so hard!
My hands slip under you and start friggin' your clit while I ream out your pussy!

The Door opens! Your husbands home! He's in the next room! What the Fuck!...I can't stop!
Faster and faster, I drive it home, liftin' ya right off the floor, knockin your head on the window!

Baby I"m CUMMMMIN!
I Yell and explode inside ya!..You ram back on me crushing me like a vise while I spurt gobs of thick white jism in your hungry cunt.
You shudder all over, clench down and then scream!
Your CUMMIN too!

The door flies open! It's your old man standin there...he's goin for a gun!
NO! I dont wanna die!
WAIT, it aint his gun..It's his dick!
"Honey" he says," suck my cock while 'Ol Bobby Joe fucks you..."

Ohhh...hell that was a movie I was in.
'Housewives Gone Wild XIX'...sorry got carried away.

Well I gotta go. It's exercise time but I'll be thinkin of you in that kitchen with your tits covered in soap suds! *WINK WINK*

Waitin' for a cherry pie...

Bobby Joe

 

[patford31769]

Hi again Bobby Joe

See, I just KNEW thay you are a good man. The things you propose to do with that long, strong tongue of yours. How could such man possibly be a murderer? No man can love women that well, and then kill one of us. It just isn't possible. If the judge were a woman, she would know that, and you would never have been convicted.

If you were to be such a good boy to me, as you describe in your letter (which still has me panting and coming even now, hours after I first read it), you would definitely earn a reward.

I would wear a frilly white blouse that buttons up the front. The top three buttons would be open, and the bottom of my blouse would be tied in a neat little single knot just below my 42DD breasts. As I approach you, I would make a single tug on that knot, and my blouse would fall completely open, the fabric curving around and accenting the bosom that nature has so generously endowed me with (100% natural, no surgical enhancements).

I would also be wearing very short cut-off denim shorts, with button fly instead of a zipper. I would invite your skilled fingers to unbuckle my wide white "hippie-chick" belt, and unbutton my shorts. They would fall past my knees and down around my ankles, where my bare feet would kick them off and toss them up to you to hold. You would hold my shorts against your face, deeply inhaling my natural pussy scent, your flickering tongue suggestively lapping the still-warm dewdrops of my pussy juices off of the denim fabric.

"Why lick my shorts, honey, when you can taste it straight from the source?" I grin at you, as I open my legs apart to you.

You then insert that luscious tongue of yours past my neatly-trimmed bush, as your letter described in such heart-racing, pussy-dampening detail. As I say, you would then be in for your sweet reward.

I would kneel before you humbly, worshipfully, as my fingers deftly undo your belt. My teeth would then grasp the handle of your zipper, and gently tug it downward. As you would have no underwear on, your entire 12 inches would pop out right in my face, causing my to squeal in delight like a little school girl. But I would be anything but little-girlish as my hands eagerly and skillfully skim your jeans down to your ankles.

I would kiss those ankles, and then kiss my way up your left leg, until I was just inches from your muscular and powerful thighs. But I would tease you by scrupulously avoiding contact with your big, hard, beautiful cock...for now. I would then return to your right ankle, slowly kissing my way up your right leg. I would tenderly lick your thighs, right-left, right-left, each time moving in closer and tantalizingly closer to your enormous love rod.

Only when you are groaning, sighing, and quivering in lust, real putty in my hands, would I finally relent and let the very tip of my tongue tickle the edge of your balls. Your cock would pulse and throb against my nose, eyes, and forehead. I would then lick slow, swirling circles all around your balls, letting more and more of my tongue make contact with your balls with each swirling circle.

You would grab the back of my head, gently and lovingly stroking my long, dark hair as you pull me in closer and closer. Then and only then would my hands wrap around your long, thick shaft, pumping your hard-on in my hands as my swirling tongue begins a long, slow, lapping lick up your thick, hard shaft, like licking an ice-craem cone on a hot summer day. I would lick almost, but not quite, up to your very horny cock-head, then teasingly return to your balls for another long, slow, upward lick. After five or six such leisurely licks up the length of your cock, you would be begging me to suck your cock.

But still I would be teasing. I would lick and nibble at your cock-head, loving how it pulses and throbs against my tongue, and lovingly licking-up the little dew-drops of pre-come trickling out of your cock-head.

Then slowly, very slowly and lovingly, my lips would wrap themselves around your cock-head, and my cheeks would hollow with suction. Like a stage magician, I would make your whole 12 inches disappear...down my throat, that is. My tongue would circle and swirl and dance so happily and lovingly all around the length and circumference of your beautiful dick, my gulps and moans encouraging you, sucking your cock down until your balls touch my lips, and even then trying to suck your balls into my mouth too, sucking and kissing and licking and slurping, until that final beautiful moment when your thick liquid love for me erupts tastily and powerfully onto my tongue and oozes down my happy, tightly-constricting throat.

Oh, what a glorious and happy moment that will be for us both, if and when it can ever come to be, as I pray each and every day that it will happen for me, for you, for us, my dear Bobby Joe.

Thank you for offering to write a part for me in your next film. I guess I am already an actress of sorts. I perform on stage three nights a week, and pretend to be horny as hell for my audience. Of course, if you were to be in my audience, I wouldn't be pretending! When I danced before that picture of you, my on-stage orgasm was VERY real and powerful! Believe it!

Maybe you can work the above description into your plot when you write that part for me. I would love to have millions of women watch jealously as we pleasure each other like that on tape. It would make me feel like the luckiest, most special woman on earth! In the meantime, I believe that my letter will keep both of us feeling comforted and contented on those long, lonely winter nights, until you can be released back to your legions of adoring female fans.

You are lucky to have a nun praying for you, so devoted to your cause, and so willing to let herself understand your life through first-hand experience of what people in our business (sexual entertainers) go through. She sounds like a true gem. Wouldn't it be great if she and I could visit you in jail, and all three of us lovingly administer to one another's needs (AC/DC as you say)? That would be so totally awesome!

Counting the days until you can be released from your unfair imprisonment.

Your loving and very horny adoring fan,

Patty

 

[Arioso]

Emily Litella

Inmate B-36969
Block 7
San Quentin


Dear Mr. Joe,

What's all this I hear about you being sentenced to a wife in prison? What good does it do a man to have a wife in prison, especially a young man like you who looks ... what is it they say? ... like a real hunk? And regardless of whatever you did or didn't do, why should your poor wife be imprisoned?! Oh, it's a sad, sad day when the courts hand out sentencing like this.

After all, if a man and a woman want to satisfy their carnal urges, that should be their private business without Big Brother sticking his nose in places it doesn't belong. Let the man and woman stick their own noses in those places all by themselves! And believe you me, mister, if I were your wife, I'd have my nose planted right up against that nice, flat little washboard of yours while my mouth was busy sucking on your hot little--

What's that, Chevy? Not wife...*****? "Life" in prison?

Oh....oh, well that's a different thing altogether then.

Never mind.

Emily Litella

 

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4th letter to Sister Margarita

To : Sister Margarita Felix
Daughters of Consolation and Hope Mission
4177 Geary Street
San Francisco


Sister you got me slobberin. Slobberin for two reasons. One, my Ma's the only one ever called me Robert, may she rest in peace...
And two my twin sister's name was Rita and we was real, real close.
I mean Ma was off at her job at night...she done what Patty does...and me an Rita was all alone a lot.
Sometimes we'd fool around even, like after the sex ed classes in high school we'd sort of experiment you know?

Like one time she wanted to check out my stuff cause they'd had a lecture on men's genatilia...is that right genatilia?...
I'd just got back from the gym, all hot and sweaty, muscles pumped up big and she was back from cheerleadin' practice, that little skirt showin off her long tan legs.

Well what can I do!? If I don't help her she might flunk!
So I strip off my shorts and lay down on the floor.
She grins at me with those soft full lips of hers and theres a twinkle in her deep blue eyes...gosh she was pretty sister, I wonder what ever happened to her....anyway, she reaches out and picks it up, it's big and fat but pretty limp still.
She squeezes it and her other hand slides under my nuts and it starts squeezin' too.

"Pretty soft Bobby."
She says, "Can't you do any better?"

"Damn Rita...' I says,'"ou gotta pump it...stroke it you know...that's right, up and down...up and down."

Well my sister is a fast learner and I can see she's really gettin into this...and she can see my cock gettin' bigger and harder by the second!...
"My God she says, "How long is this thing!"

"I dunno, I never measured it."

Well that was like a challenge to Rita, Sister, you'd had to a known her. So she runs off and comes back a second later with a tape measure!
I can still feel her little fingers layin that tape along my woodie.
She whistles...."ten inches!" she says!

Yeah I know I said a foot....

"Measure from the bottom Rita,' I tell her," right from my balls."
So she does and it comes out 11 and 3/4...close enough right *WINK WINK*
In no time she's back jerin' me off and really gettin' into it.

She's kneelin' by me now, leanin over my pecker and lickin' her lips. I can see her panties under that short skirt she's wearin'...so I sort of slide my fingers into them and start
rubbing that pretty little pussy of hers...
She looks back not taking her hand off my cock and says,
"Bobby Joe what are you doing!"

I just grin and slide two fingers into her tight hot cunt and she tightens up like vise! But her hand don't stop! I'm at full attention Sister and I gotta say the sight of my cock twitchin and throbbing in Rita's hands was makin' me hot as a volcano!...

GOD! I gotta cool down, the screws comin' in for the daily body search any minute.


I can't believe you worked out this visit thing Sister... I am fuking thrilled, even if you are bringing old Father Dick with you.
Gettin' a private window is somethin' special. You must really have some pull with the warden!
Theres gonn be a lot of cons diapointed though. I told 'em I was gonna tie you to the bars and do you sos's they could watch and get their rocks off. Maybe we can do that another time huh?

You are a great and compassionate dame, Rita. You saved that old guys life probably by cuttin' down on fuckin' him.
I can see why he'd want to do you a bunch of times every day with such a nice tight pussy and all. But he ain't no Bobby Joe! hahahaha.

So you can cum alot can ya? That used to be a specialty of mine since I can stay hard so long.... Unless I could get my girls off 6 times before I came I just would feel like a failure ya know,
Ask Kandi, she can tell ya.
I especialy like eating a chick right thru one climax and into the next. YUM!

Well I tell you I am waitin real anxiously on those pictures Sister. I got a special place on my wall to put them already!

Oh here's a picture Marilyn took last night. It was fuckin cold or I'd a been a lot bigger!


Anxious to be saved...

Bobby Joe

 

[ariosto]

OOC...Patty...Doll, your mailbox is full!

Poor Ol' Bobby has a letter for ya.

 

[ariosto]

3rd letter to Patty

To: Patty
Club Macadamia Nutz
Honolulu


Excuse me while I cum AGAIN!
Goddam Patty that letter had me up all night!
Trixie never blew me better and she did it for real!
I gota bout 8 ounces a jism in my coffee cup...no lie.

Wow!

Okay now you told me, about as good as can be, how you'd gimme a blow job...(I'm gonna trade that cup a cum to Marilyn so he'll mimeograph that great description and I can sell it the cons here for cigarettes and stuff)....anyway not so fast! here's what I'm gonna do to you first see....

You come sashayin' into my cell with that open shirt and sexy shorts, askin' for trouble. Okay baby your gonna get it!
I grab you around your waist and carry you over to my window. It's about 7 feet off tyhe floor. I tie your hands with my leather belt (if I had a leather belt) and loop it through the bars, so your feet are barely touchin the floor.
I stand back and strip real slow while you watch. I'm all pumped up see. I knew you were comin, so I'm oiled and my muscles are shiny with that and sweat cause it's damned hot in here, I'll tell ya!
Anyway like you say, I start unbuttoning those three buttons and watch as your boobs come poppin out.
Man look at them things!
I lick all around your dark oriolas and see your nips are gettin pretty hard...so I suck them and bite them till they hummm. My hands are crushin your tits, pushing them up into my mouth. I tease those buds of yours with my tongue and rake my teeth over em.
I step back and look at how dark and tight they are, then I take out two clothespins I been saving special and clip them on those tight little nubbins.

Your likin' this I can tell, so I rub my foot long all over your flat smooth belly and press it into your navel, swirlin a lot of precum over your skin.
I could fuck ya right now but I don't.

Instead I go down on my knees and start kissin your legs, run my hands up and down the back of your thighs and lick my way right up yo your sweet pussy.
Your legs are spread apart and I kiss all around your cunt, lick all around it...My fingers pull the soft folds away from your pussy lips and I suck your clit in my mouth.
You can feel the three day stubble on my jaw rubbing against your creamy skin.
My tongue gets under your pearly little clit and teases it like crazy, while my fingers tug at your swollen petals and open them up...
I get right down close so I can see your pretty pussy Patty.
I use my thumbs to spread you wide open and then push my tongue into you all the way!
Your moanin and squirmin now and a lot of cons are breaking their necks to see whats goin on in here...fuck 'em. I got you.
MY thumbs are rubbin your clit like crazy while I ream out your pussy with my mouth. You look down at me and can see my eyes lokkin back at you while I eat you for lunch!
I bite and nibble, kiss and lick until you go nutz and start screamin.."Bobby Joe..Bobby Joe..Oh God Bobby Joe..I'm gonna cum!"

And Man do you ever!
Your whole body goes rigid, shudders and suddenly a sheet of warm sweet creamy girlcum is all over my tongue and filling my mouth...GODDAM! but you taste good!
I just keep lickin and sucking while you keep on cummin...
Then while your still quiverin all overa and pantin' hard,
I stand up and ram my big cock right into you! LIft you off the floor and fuck the shit out of you!
Your legs lock around me....

Oh Hell..It's Marilyn, he's got the new picture...I'm sendin it to ya. It aint big so it shouldn't cost to much to frame.

Hey Patty I'm workin real hard on that script (when I aint jerkin off that is) Hahaha!
Anyways how about you play a strip club owner and I play a stripper...Hows that for a switch, This is a bi stripclub see...coed kinda.
When it opens your auditioning me in your office and...

That's as far as I got.

When are you comin here. Sister Rita will be here in 2 days it'd be great if you two got to be friends and I could do you both.

What a Thought!
Damn wheres my coffee cup!?

*wink wink*

Bobby Joe

 

[ariosto]

letter to Emily

To: Emily Letila
c/o Shady Nub Sanitarum
Ward B #3455
Jersey City


Dear Emily, thanks for writing. This is the first letter I got from a nut.
My ma used to put on and act like Emily Latila and she done a great job of it. I saw the real article on a Saturday Night re-run once.

Do you look like her?...I thought she was really hot.

Wife in prison hahahah! That's a good one! Marilyn wants to be my wife but I ain't into that.

But ya know I been thinkin about havin you here like my wife. I'd rather you looked like Britney Spears, but beggers can't be choosers.

Okay Emily I'll play along with ya.
Here you are rubbin my abs and suckin my cock, when one of the screws walks by. He looks in and says...
"Hey Bobby Joe, that wife of yours looks pretty good. Can I have some?"

Shit I aint one to be stingy so I say, "Sure, come and get it."
Murphy aint bad for a screw an I owe him one anyway for keepin' me supplied with Hustler, Cumm and Boobs44 every month.

Okay so here ya are suckin my pole like crazy and ya see Murph unleashin his big one right behind ya...
You ever done 2 guys at once Miss Latila?
You musta, cause you lift your ass in the air and wiggle it!
The big screw flips up your dress, you aint wearin no panties, slides his cockhead up and down your pussy a few times, grins at me and gives me the high sign.
I grab your head and ram my cock as far down your throat as I can while Murph drives 10 hot inches right up your tight little cunt!

WoW...youi got pricks fuckin' you from both ends baby...how's it feel?

Okay here's the deal... I know your nuts but you can probably figure this out.
You write me how it feels to have two guys nailin' you at once, then I write back goin on with the action...okay?

Write soon, I cant keep my dick in your mouth all day! HAHAHA


Bobby Joe