The tinkling noise on the skylight matched her laughter. “So I take it I pleased you, your majesty?” Jill said.
“Oh, yes,” Steve said, “and I am humbled by your mastery!”
They both laughed as they lay back and watched the rain pound on the skylight. “I think I know why you like this rain stuff so much,” Jill said.
“Well, if this is the effect rain is going to have on you now,” Steve said with a smile, “I think we’re moving to Seattle!”
Steve and Jill laughed together. She snuggled up to him and let her hand play all over his chest. It was supposed to rain like this all night long, and neither of them was the least bit tired!
—J.A., Sacramento, California
Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birthday, and Whew!
Have you ever had to wait at a garage for your car to be repaired? Girls, the next time you’re just sitting there, don’t pick up a magazine. Be perceptive. Look around. Take in the sounds. Can you hear vibrating? How about thrusting? Close your eyes, and acknowledge the scents of a man’s world.
Here we are on a steamy summer day, with sweaty chests everywhere. It’s a special day for my bud Lou—his birthday. What’s a girl to do on such a day? I’ve come down to the shop (and I really mean come down) to throw a little distraction into his routine.
It’s the end of a busy day. The last guy is wiping up his hands and winks at me as he secures the building before heading to his car. He nods to the bay at the end of the row of cars waiting patiently to be repaired. As I make my way through puddles of oil and sand, I remove my coat carefully and slide it on top of a toolbox. All I’m wearing is a work shirt and stockings. Remember, it’s hot out. Going to get hotter in here!
I hear the pulsing sound of an air gun. Already I’m getting excited. I feel the heat building up in my panties. The anticipation of feeling his rugged hands on my crotch is unbearable. My senses are heightened. While I strut my way to that last bay, my breasts bounce and my nipples rub lightly against the cotton work shirt. I pass the last car on a hoist and stop abruptly. My heart is pounding. I’m losing my nerve. Someone has beaten me to the punch. There she is, in full naked view, the sexiest creature. How can I compete with her sleek body, with those curves? And most of all, she doesn’t just moan, she wails! I stand there for a moment watching them. She has given him the biggest hard-on. He moans, and squirms on the creeper.
I contemplate my next move. How am I going to manage to wrap my lips around the wonderful bulge protruding from his coveralls? I won’t let that black and chrome goddess stand between those coveralls and these lips.
Suddenly a voice says, “Hand me that ratchet, would you?”
My cue! I remove one of my stockings and tie it to the ratchet. The scent of my perfume will surely distract him.
“Quit fucking around,” he says. “It’s been a long day. I want to get this done.”
Not today, honey, I think. It’s playtime. I notice the compressor still running. I’ll keep myself amused and see what kind of power I can feel between my legs. I’ll hang my panties on this antenna and ride Old Glory for a while. He still hasn’t noticed my presence. Now that I’m all hot and wet, it’s time to put Miss Vette in her place. I wonder if he’ll notice this hanger pulling down the zipper on his coveralls. I’m so hot now, I can’t wait to taste his hard cock. Let’s just slide that creeper out a little and see if I can break him away from the arms of Miss Vette. Damn, I don’t even care if his hands are all dirty. A little black grease never hurt anyone’s ass.
I remove my other stocking, slide my foot between his legs, and slowly pull him out from under her. As I stand straddled over him, I hear Samantha Fox singing on the radio in the background: “Naughty Girls Need Love Too.” He suddenly whips out from under my competition. Ooh, what a position! He looks so sexy lying there in my shirt, staring up with that look on his face. Now is the time to climb on him and feel that mound rub my pussy. I take the wrench in hand and rub the cold metal over my hot lips. I lick it lightly and ask, “Would you need this for anything?”
Got his attention now!
Straddling him on wheels is quite a task, but he’s got a grip on my ass. I can’t get his coveralls off quick enough. I just want to get at that body of his. His kisses are so passionate and intense, I want to eat him up. With my legs wrapped lightly around his waist, I feel his cock getting harder against my ass, begging for TLC. I can’t wait anymore. Gotta put a lip-lock on that love muscle.
He unbuttons my shirt slowly and fondles my breasts. Small beads of sweat trickle down my cleavage. He runs his tongue up the middle of my chest and nibbles my shoulder, driving me crazy.
“Come with me,” he moans.
Pulling my shirt gently, he leads me to the locker room, where a steamy shower awaits us. There’s nothing more sensuous than caressing a body under the streams of hot water. I lick my way down his belly, grasping his tense butt. Greeting me is the hardest tool in the shop. I have to taste it! Water splashes on my face as I caress and lick his wonderful cock. I need to devour him. Just need one last thing to complete this celebration: some bubbly. Right where I left it, next to Miss Vette. How appropriate! I need to show her how to really treat a man. I wrap a towel around his neck and lead him back to her. Hood cover already in place. Time to have our own private hood picnic.
He pops the bottle open and pours two glasses of bubbly. Cheers! We bring our glasses together and toast what’s going to be a very erotic evening. As I bring my glass to my lips, I purposely let a stream of bubbly trickle down my chin and drizzle down to my cleavage. As his tongue caresses my neck, he laps up the stream, up to my lips. He sucks gently on the lower lip, not losing a drop of the nectar. Then he gets the taste of flesh and wine—what a wonderful flavor! He lays me gently back on the hood of my competition, raises his glass, and tips the contents down my belly. I feel this wonderful fluid tingling downward to my pussy.
On his knees, he savors every drop, driving me wild and leaving me squirming in ecstasy all over Miss Vette. Two can play this game. I grasp his head and guide him up for air before he takes me over the edge. Teasing is the best prelude to major eruptions. Our eyes meet, and I give him that mischievous look to give a hint of what’s to come. And boy, will he come! By now his cock is so hard, it just screams for TLC—tender lickin’ and I’ll take care of it.
Let’s start with a little lubrication. A little bubbly poured on the thighs should start things going. I run my tongue up his inner thighs, up to his groin, and nibble gently as I suck the wine glistening on his crotch. I kiss my way in, sucking his balls gently. I ask myself, if the remains of this bottle happened to spill on his throbbing tool, wouldn’t that taste yummy? Sure enough, it happens. I dive in and lick every drop off that delicious cock. His moaning says he approves. After all that licking and sucking, running my lips all the way up and down his shaft, it’s time to take him over the edge. I reach down and put a few pieces of ice in my mouth and let them melt slightly. Once my mouth is cool and moist, I run my icy lips over his hot cock, driving him out of his mind. I wrap my lips around his cock and suck it in slowly. I run my ice-flecked tongue over it, blowing his mind. His moans and groans echo through the bay, and my juices churn inside me, waiting to explode.
I climb on him, rubbing my slippery pussy up and down his cock. I slide it in and grind myself into him. With every thrust I feel ready to explode. Passionate kisses, heavy breathing, resonating moans—bodies intertwined in ecstasy, ready to explode. How wonderful the shortness of breath, my heart pounding, the numb feeling in my legs, the sweet sensuous smell of sweat everywhere.
You were amazing. Thanks, and . . . happy birthday!
—V.A., Toledo, Ohio
Strange but True: Absence Makes the Cock Grow Harder
Some time ago I wrote detailing some of my sexual adventures with my ex-wife. We had already separated by then, but my cock still turned rock-hard when I read my letter in Penthouse Letters. We have been divorced for twelve years now,
but I still think often of my ex and her beautiful body. Since we split, I’ve enjoyed the pleasure of many ladies, but none could compare with her.
Recently, I got a promotion that takes me on the road now and then. On one trip I found myself in Toronto with nothing to do that night. The Blue Jays, still “my” team (I lived there when they were born), were home, so I made my way to SkyDome for an evening of suds and baseball, with a surprisingly big crowd. Between innings, after several beers, I answered nature’s call. As I walked past the concession stand on the way back to my seat, I decided to save some steps and get another beer. Waiting in line, I heard a voice behind me that sounded familiar. I turned around and was face to face with my ex-wife.
At first we stood there staring in total amazement. With people behind us in the line getting pushy, we stepped off to the side, still without saying a word. She looked better than the last time I had seen her! She had a few gray hairs, but her blue eyes still had that sparkle and her smile was enough to melt the polar ice cap. The years had been good to her. She still had a dynamite body.
Finally we spoke. Just little chitchat at first—you know, “How have you been?” and so on. We must have stood there talking a long time, because the end of the game was very near. The Jays had the game in hand, and the crowd was moving toward the exits to get a head start to the parking lots. That’s when my ex said she was there with friends from work and she should be finding them. I told her what hotel I was staying at and said good-bye, never expecting to see her again.
I had been back in my room about an hour when there came a quiet tap on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw my ex-wife standing there.
I wasted no time opening the door. As soon as she entered the room, we were in each other’s arms, kissing each other while our hands ran over each other. She felt just as I had remembered her. Her kisses tasted just as wonderful. We continued kissing and pulling at each other’s clothes without speaking. She reached for my belt and lowered my pants, then pushed me back on the bed and engulfed my hardening cock in her mouth. She continued to work wonders on my cock while she struggled out of the rest of her clothes.
As she had done so many times in the past, she stopped sucking on my cock just short of making me come. She then came and lay beside me on the bed, and I began exploring her body with my tongue. Her tits were still beautiful and firm, capped with large, sensitive nipples. I licked and sucked on them till she said she couldn’t take any more. My tongue worked its way down to her juicy pussy, spreading the lips and looking for her clit. It was good-sized to start with, and seemed to grow even bigger the more it was stimulated. Her juices were flowing, and it was all I could do to lap them up.
She thrashed about and put her hands on the back of my head, pulling me closer to her pussy. Then she screamed that she was coming. It was all I could do to maintain contact with her clit. As her orgasm subsided, I held her in my arms. Her hand stroked my hard cock. She rose up and straddled me, impaling herself on my cock. She fucked me harder than I ever remembered. She went wild and panted and screamed as she rode up and down on me. Each time she pushed down, it felt as if I was even deeper inside her.
It didn’t take long for us to explode together. She collapsed on top of me, with my cock still inside her. Our juices were flowing together, coating my balls. She climbed off and snuggled next to me. I held her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep. I don’t know how long we had been asleep when I was awakened by the sensation of having my cock sucked. I looked down to find her lying between my legs, looking up at me with those sparkling blue eyes while swallowing every inch of my cock.
It didn’t take long before I deposited a load of come in her mouth. She always knew how to suck me off better than anyone. After swallowing every drop, she invited me to join her in the shower.
As we were soaping each other up, she turned and said she wanted me to fuck her ass, something we never did in our years together.
I inched my cock into her tight ass. Once I was in completely, she began thrusting back at me to match each of my strokes. I reached around and fondled her clit while continuing to fuck her ass. I was in heaven. She became very vocal again as her clit throbbed under my finger. Her ass worked wonders on my cock, which began pulsing as she approached orgasm. I filled her with my load just as she let out a scream that I’m sure was heard throughout the hotel.
We finished our shower, dressed, and went down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. To this point we had spoken very little, being too busy sucking and fucking. At breakfast I learned she had remarried but her husband had gotten cancer and passed away. I felt terrible. Hard as being alone had been for me, I’d never been dealt a blow like that.
We parted in the hotel lobby. She had to go to work, and I had a meeting. That night a quiet tap again came at my door. Needless to say, another night of sucking and fucking ensued. Since those two nights together, we have spoken several times and have had a weekend away together. We have even talked about getting back together. Here’s hoping!
—T.N., Trois-Rivières, Quebec
She Did Everything (Everthing!) in a Park She’d Loved Since Childhood
Sue loved walking in the park. She had grown up across the street. It was a large park with a gully in the middle. What hours she had spent as a child in the gully and the creek that ran through it! The crayfish she’d caught, and the rocks she’d piled! The gully provided wonderful sliding hills she’d gone down again and again. A path ran around the inside of the gully. She had walked that path from childhood to her teen years—first with friends, then with boyfriends. Now as Sue looked over her beloved park, she felt only happiness. This was home. Doug came up by her side and looked at her quizzically. His fiancée had the cutest smile on her face. He couldn’t resist a kiss to her cheek. Her smile widened as she turned to him.
“What were you thinking of?” he said.
“How much I love this place!” she said. “I used to come here for everything—to play, to cry, to laugh, to write.”
Doug looked at her and smiled. This was one of the reasons he loved her so. She was so down-to-earth. She took more pleasure out of being in a park than in a huge bouquet of flowers. And she was his. He loved her more at this moment than he ever had.
“So you did everything in the park?” he said with a mischievous grin.
“Actually, yes,” she said.
“Well, do tell!” he said.
Sue laughed, then looked around. “I don’t know if I remember the exact spot.” She grinned at him devilishly.
“Here?” he asked incredulously. “Us? Now? In broad daylight?”
“Oh, where’s your spirit of adventure?” she said. “I don’t know about you, but something about this place—the smell of the grass, and you—is making me pretty hot!” she cooed at him.
Doug was already growing hard at the thought. He thought of himself as a pretty adventurous guy. Here he was, with the woman he loved, in nature. Oh, what the hell! He took her hand, and they walked up the park a bit. They found a nice overgrown bush to settle under. They were hidden from the traffic, which was minimal. If anyone came up from the gully, they would be in full view, but it was a risk worth taking. The thrill of doing something so public, so naughty, had him quite aroused!
They sat down on the grass, and Sue leaned over and kissed Doug—not an overly passionate kiss, not urgent or demanding, just subtly seductive. She started out lip-on-lip, no tongue, but the motion of her lips was steady and ever moving, as if she wanted them to get to know every inch of his lips. She kissed the corners, the top and the bottom, then kissed him full-on. She took his bottom lip in her mouth and sucked on it.
This was too much for Doug, who was ready, willing and able at that moment. He grabbed Sue, and they fell to the ground with him on the bottom and her at his side, partly on top of him. He plunged his tongue deep in her mouth and searched it thoroughly. Her tongue responded, and soon their tongues were lashing and rolling with each other. She extract
ed hers first, mostly for air—this was a pretty intense dance their tongues were doing.
So as not to break the spell, though, she started kissing along his cheek until she came to his ear. There her tongue continued its search, first outlining his earlobe with the tip, then diving into the canal, then back out to the lobe and behind, to lick the manly scent off his skin. His moans told her his ear was enjoying the tongue bath. She continued the journey back down his face and up to the other ear for more of the same.
So as not to be merely a receiver of pleasure, Doug grabbed Sue’s tit and kneaded it through her blouse. His thumb found her nipple, and he rubbed it until it was hard and firm against his fingers. She loved having her chest played with and thanked him by kissing him on the mouth and straddling him. They started rocking together. The kiss got more intense, and Sue’s grinding on Doug’s hard-on got more intense too.
“I want you inside me,” she whispered huskily. Fluidly, he reached down, undid his zipper, and slid down his pants and underwear. She was wearing a skirt, and she got off him only long enough to pull off her panties before settling back down on him. She leaned down and kissed him again, letting his tool feel how wet she was. Up and down his shaft she let her moist pussy slide shamelessly, adding to his hardness and her dampness.
She slid up him far enough to feel the tip of his penis on her clit. She was so wet, his dick slid into her with ease. Instead of taking the normal pleasure she did from that first point of entry, she sat up on his lap and took him in her whole. He was surprised by the sudden feel of his penis plunged so deep in her, so surprised that he almost came. It took a lot of control for him to hold off, although it appeared that he could never muster enough restraint as Sue rode him fast and furious en route to orgasm.
Sue was amazed at how quickly she was moving on top of Doug. He felt great, and she felt great! She was close to coming. She squeezed her buttocks tight and felt the muscles in her crotch tighten. He let out a groan, and she knew he loved it when she tightened up for him. She loved it, too. It was a great feeling to have all eight inches of him inside her as she rode up and down on him like a carousel horse. She pictured this mentally. Only the horse grew wild and ran off! Racing into the wild until—
Letters to Penthouse XXXI Page 4