Letters to Penthouse XII (20 page)

SHE DIDN’T CARE HOW MANY WORKMEN WERE DRILLING, SHE JUST WANTED TO GET DRILLED

I guess you could say it happened in my office, though really it’s not an office at all. It’s a storage room, large and sort of dingy, with a thin coat of dust over everything. But it’s the place where I do most of my work, and I feel that I am in charge and responsible for what goes on there, so I suppose you could call it my office.

With all the construction going on in the building, workmen are always coming into the storage room to get whatever supplies and materials they need, or to do some work with pipes, beams and so on. Usually these workmen don’t bother me, as my little section is at the back of the room, away from most of the shelving units and the work area. But on this particular day their presence disturbed me, because Richard was coming and I was afraid we would not have the privacy I desired.

Richard has been doing business with our company for years. Usually he works with my associates, but this time of year he deals with my department, and therefore with me. We had set up an appointment for that afternoon, and I had decided that this was the day I would give in to a fantasy I’d been having. I had put on a rather snug silk blouse and a short tight skirt for the occasion. I’d been attracted to Richard for some time, but never really had the courage to do anything about it Recently, though, I’d been getting the impression that my desire was not completely one-sided.

When Richard arrived, some of the construction people were already hard at work at the front of the storage room. Richard and I walked to the back, where his product was neatly stacked, ready to be inventoried. He got to work right away, opening his book and starting to write. I stood for awhile watching him and listening with half an ear to the workmen. My desire for Richard was too strong for me to ignore. It was now or never.

He was bent over the counter, studiously writing, his backside thrust out as though inviting my attentions. I passed closely behind him, letting my hand brush lightly against the curve of his buttocks. The tight weave of the material of his pants felt tantalizing against my skin, and I longed for a more intimate touch. I passed by him in the same manner a second time. This time he stopped writing and looked up at me inquiringly. I smiled. He smiled back, but returned to work.

I started pacing again, but this time I stopped directly behind him. I could detect the warm spiciness of his scent. I grew moist between my legs in response. I reached out, gently but deliberately placing a hand on his ass. He stopped writing but otherwise did not move. I stepped in a little closer so that the front of my legs brushed the back of his. I placed my other hand on the other butt cheek and slowly began to caress the firm mounds of flesh. The fingers of my right hand traced the crack between his buttocks as my hands moved up and down. His breathing became suddenly audible.

The voices and movements of the workmen were only dim sounds in the background as I probed downward with hungry fingers, seeking the swell of Richard’s testicles. He groaned as my fingers found their quarry. I sighed in response.

He turned then until we were face to face. His arms went around me, pulling me against him, and his lips met mine. They were firm and moist, his tongue gently probing in my mouth. I was trembling with desire, my juices dampening my panties. His hands found my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my nipples through the thin silk of my blouse. I moaned as he bent his head and took each nipple in turn into his mouth, his saliva darkening the light colored material. My legs grew weak. He pressed his hips to mine, grinding himself gently against me. I could feel the generous swell of his crotch. My fingers itched for contact. I reached down to the front of his pants and started stroking. He sighed pleasantly against my lips as I felt around for the head of his cock. With his growing erection I was able to feel it easily, despite the cloth barrier. It mushroomed out from its thick stem in a way that made me hungry for a taste. I slowly unzipped his fly and reached in with trembling fingers. His cock grew even harder at my touch.

The workmen’s voices were harsh and loud, a constant reminder that we were not alone. It was strangely exciting. What if we started fucking right now? I visualized myself sitting on the counter with my legs spread, while Richard sucked and licked my dripping pussy. Would the workmen just stand by and watch? Or would they try to join in?

Richard’s hands were grabbing my ass cheeks, his fingers probing for my anus.

The construction workers shifted their position and their voices got louder. We jumped away from each other in alarm. Had they been watching us? We started to giggle, but really it was no laughing matter. My head was spinning and my legs could hardly support me, I was so horny. Oh, please don’t stop, I begged him in my mind. My desire must have shown on my face, because he smiled and stepped close to me again. He reached into his pants and pulled out his huge, engorged penis, then pressed it against my thigh. My mouth watered with the desire to taste that piece of meat. I could wait no longer.

I turned around so I was facing the wall. I lifted my skirt and quickly removed my stockings and panties. I heard Richard’s sharp intake of breath as my naked ass became visible.

Suddenly a loud vibrating sound drowned out my heavy breathing. The workmen were using a large electric drill for whatever work they were doing. As long as it kept them busy, I thought I bent over, presenting my wet pussy to Richard. He needed no further prompting, but slid that large cock home into my aching snatch.

It felt fantastic! After all my fantasizing, that first feeling of the hardness of him deep inside me was already a kind of fulfillment. I could feel myself moaning deep in my throat, but the clamor of the drill drowned out the sound. He rammed me deeply, pushing his pole all the way in until I could feel its tip against my cervix. The slap of his balls on my ass cheeks made me cry out in ecstasy. I felt liquid heat gathering at the center of my being, those familiar waves of pleasure washing from my uterus up my back, through my arms and tingling down my legs. With just a few more thrusts I felt all that tension explode and dissolve into the shudders of orgasm, leaving me limp with satisfaction. I was gasping for breath, trying to regain control, but Richard just kept pounding into me. I knew if I didn’t stop him soon he’d have me screaming in ecstasy, so loud it would be heard above the drill. I forced myself to pull away from him, my pussy dripping. I had to taste him.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed his prick. It was wet with my juices, and I could smell my sex on him. I licked that gorgeous cockhead, running my tongue gently around its thick rim. I wanted to savor him, licking and tasting slowly, but my desire and his need were too great. I swallowed that whole member, feeling him grow even harder as I took him deeper in my mouth. I could taste his pre-come, and it made me crazy for more.

The drilling stopped suddenly, leaving the room quiet, but it was too late to stop. I sucked faster, sliding my mouth up and down the length of him. He was moaning, pressing himself close against my face. As I sucked him I rubbed my tongue vigorously back and forth along the bottom of his cock. With a thrill I heard him whisper, “I’m coming!”

I heard him groan as he spurted three quick shots into my mouth. The first went directly down my throat. The second hit the back of my mouth. The third, and most tantalizing, lay on my tongue. I swallowed slowly, savoring the taste of him. I could hear him making murmuring sounds of satisfaction, and I felt my desire rise again.

I stood up and kissed his lips, hoping that he could taste himself on my mouth. We smiled at each other as we readjusted our clothing. It was time to return to the real world. But I didn’t mind because the reality I had just experienced had been better than my fantasy.

I never found out if those construction workers had been watching us.—
I.W., Phoenix, Arizona

THIS SENIOR CITIZEN IS STILL THE BIGGEST STUD IN TOWN—AND HE DOESN’T USE VIAGRA

I am seventy-three years old and still a sexy old fuck. I read your magazine all the time and jerk off. Besides that, I have three steady pieces of ass who I manage to keep satisfied.

Take Flora, for example. She is sixty years old and has a beautiful body. Her tits are just the right size for a mouthful, with long nipples and large pink areolae. I never thought I would have a chance with her, as she is very prim and proper. She is the widow of a minister. She was a virgin when she got married, and never had another man until she met me.

We met in the park. I was out walking one day and I saw her trip and fall to the ground. I went over and asked her if I could help. As she lay there with her skirt rucked up I could see her legs up to her stocking tops, and some of her pink panties, and I got a hard-on, though I didn’t say anything.

She noticed what I was looking at, and she blushed and pulled her skirt down as I helped her up.

We started talking, and ended up making a date to walk the next day. She thanked me for helping her and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I went home and pounded my rock-hard pecker.

We started to walk together regularly whenever it was a nice day. One day when it was raining I called her up and we talked for a few minutes, and then she asked me if I would like to come over. Of course I said yes.

Flora had on a skirt and a sheer blouse, through which I could see a fancy black bra. She gave me a friendly kiss. I wanted more, but she acted coy and told me to be patient. We sat and talked for a while. Flora told me how much she missed her husband, and I told her I missed my wife too. At that point I got up, went over to her and gave her a kiss.

Flora did not stop me as my tongue entered her mouth. She sucked it all the way in and then filled my mouth with her own tongue. My cock got hard as a boulder in my pants, and as I felt her titties and unhooked her bra, I guided her hand to my red-hot prick. My hand went down between her legs and up her skirt, and I unhooked her garter belt. She had released my cock from my pants and was gently stroking it. As I lifted her skirt I told her she had very pretty panties on, and asked her if she remembered the first time I had seen them. She replied that she did, but that this time was different.

I took her blouse, bra, skirt and slip off. She was beautiful and I told her so. I could see her dark bush through her yellow panties. I slid a hand inside those very damp panties as I kissed and sucked her tits and nipples, and then I slid them down and off. I gazed at the swollen lips of her wet pussy as she removed my pants. Soon we were both nude, caressing all parts of each other’s body. My prick and balls felt wonderful in her hands. I caressed her wet bush and my finger entered the swollen lips of her twat. As I probed the inner folds of her love hole I bent down and kissed her there. “Oh, Fred!” Flora gasped. “No one ever did that to me before, but I like it!”

I placed her on the sofa then, and bent her legs up to her chest, so I could see her whole twat and her puckered little asshole. My head went down between those legs and I stuck my tongue in her crack as my finger found and probed her anus. I could feel the passion building up in her, but as I started to put my prick in her she suddenly stopped me and told me that what we were doing was wrong.

Controlling my frustration, I asked her if she liked what we were doing, and she said, “Oh yes, you’re doing things to me that never happened before, and it is the greatest feeling I have ever had!”

I realized that Flora just wanted a little persuasion to take away the guilt she thought she should be feeling, so I told her we both wanted each other so much that it couldn’t be wrong, and that no one would ever know, and that there were still a lot of things I wanted to do to make her feel good. This seemed to be what she wanted to hear, for she said, “Oh yes, please fuck me good now!”

I slid my cock into her as far as it would go, and then began to pump in and out, slowly at first and then faster, until my balls were slapping against her ass cheeks. I could feel the tension building in my nuts, and Fora’s body started to quiver and shake. Her cunt contracted around my cock, milking it spasmodically, and she screamed as I flooded her twat with sweet red-hot love juice.

As we rested she told me how good it had felt, and that her husband had never satisfied her quite as completely as I did. She said they had only done it missionary style. We talked about the different ways I would please her and she would please me. She said she had heard about 69, and had always wanted to try it with her husband, but he would never do it. I told her that we would do 69, that we would eat each other in different ways, we would fuck doggie-style, standing up, on our sides, up her asshole and any way that pleased her. This got her so excited she wanted to fuck again.

The first time she sucked me off was in my car. We had parked in a lonely spot in the woods. I was finger-fucking her and she was pumping my cock, when she suddenly stopped and told me she was going to take it in her mouth, and she wanted me to tell her if she was doing it right. I gave her a couple of tips, and pretty soon her fucking mouth was milking my cock like a pro. She loved to suck me after that, and she would always swallow my entire load of jism and then lick the residue off my cock.

The first time I ate her out Flora practically went crazy. We had been fooling around on her bed and she was hotter then hell, lying flat on her back with her legs wide open and pulled up to her chest. I told her to reach down and open her swollen cunt lips with her fingers, so I could see the sweet, soft, pink inner folds of her cunt, which I would soon be fucking with my tongue. In a minute I had her entire crack in my mouth, licking and sucking from her ass to her clit button. Flora was humping my face, with her hand on the back of my head, pushing it harder into her pussy. Her hips rocked and swiveled as I ate her. Her legs tightened around my head and her body quivered with ecstasy as she screamed, “Oh God, Fred, I love what you do to me!”

One day we were taking a shower together. She was playing with my cock and balls when I slid my hand around behind her and slipped my soapy finger gently into her ass. She moaned and opened her legs a little wider, her grip tightening on my prick. I whispered in her ear that I was going to take my finger out and fuck her up the ass with my hard six-inch cock. I had her bend over and spread her cheeks for me. The purple head of my cock slid into the tight opening of her virgin asshole. When it was partway in I began a gentle pumping motion, pushing further and further inside her with each forward thrust. My hand was at her crotch with a finger up her cunt as I fucked her. I could feel my penis through the thin wall of flesh. The sensation made me shoot a terrific load in Flora’s rear hole, and she climaxed so hard I thought she was going to faint.