Letters to Penthouse XXVI

by Penthouse International

  I smiled back at her and saw her ever so gently arch her waist a little to push her mons up a little. My cock became even more engorged with pure, instinctual desire, protruding up through my tight swimming trunks.

  Just then a tourist wearing loud boxer shorts jumped into the pool near her and a splash of water landed on her thighs. It startled her out of the eye lock she had on my crotch and I watched her fumble around for a towel, but she had none on her chair as she must have forgotten to get one from the concierge at the front desk. I grabbed my towel and quickly walked over to her.

  She reached up for the towel, saying, “Thanks a lot. My name’s Elizabeth.” I crouched beside her so that we were at eye level and introduced myself. I looked down to the gap her bikini made with her thighs and I could make out some fine, soft brown hair. I thought I could even make out a faint outline of labia at the vertex of her thin bikini. Not wanting to waste any time, I asked, “Are you having dinner here at the hotel tonight? I saw a nice little tavern by the water around the corner. Would you like to have dinner with me?”

  I could see that she was pleased at the way things were developing as she acquiesced—“Shall we meet in the foyer, around sixish?”

  “Sounds good to me,” I said, feeling pleased as punch.

  The tavern was dark and cozy. The native maître d’—dark hair combed back like a flamenco dancer—seated us at a square table in a sweet corner. Elizabeth sat perpendicular to me instead of across from me. As we settled in, the waiter stepped up and recommended the locally brewed lager, Aegean, and then went away to get us some.

  We enjoyed a mashed eggplant prepared in olive oil, lemon juice, and garlic. I was pleased that she was not afraid to eat garlic, and as I commented upon it, she coyly responded, “If both of us eat it, then it’s all right.” I kissed her soft warm hand and we both ate a good amount of the wonderful Greek contribution to the dips, the custardlike tzatziki.

  It seemed only natural that after our meal, washed down with the traditional ouzo, we walked arm in arm back to our hotel and ended up in her room. I was incredibly curious about her and utterly delighted to find her rather assertive. She pulled up my shirt as we were entwined in a hot embrace and deftly undid my belt. Her hand slid into my underwear as her tongue slid into my mouth and began dueling with mine, sending electric waves of pleasure through my whole being. We collapsed into the bed where Elizabeth removed my pants and underwear.

  With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she said, “It’s fascinating, this cock of yours, with its little turban of foreskin.” Holding it in her palm, she retracted my foreskin with her thumb and index finger and bent down to engulf the exposed cockhead with her mouth. Her tongue gently ran around the rim of the crown and my buttocks tightened with lust, arching my groin deeper into her face.

  Her hands were shockingly knowledgeable as they caressed my buttocks and came to rest near my anus. She used her slender finger in a delicate circular motion all around my asshole that made me mad with desire. Her teeth clenched lightly on the base of my shaft and she began to slide her teeth up to the glans and back to the base of my cock.

  She performed this pleasurable oscillation at a steady and insistent rhythm, occasionally lingering at my cockhead, sucking as if she wanted to swallow me whole. I felt my semen building up and clenched my thighs tight around her head. When my cock throbbed and exploded with a volcanic eruption of semen into her mouth, she held me tight, sucking up every creamy spurt. She held me gently in her mouth as my erection subsided.

  Afterward, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her softly, almost in gratitude for the supreme pleasure she had given me. Slowly, I turned her around so that her crotch was near my lips. Her pubic hair was soft and it gave me a nice feeling as I gently ran my tongue across it, moistening it with my saliva. My tongue probed lower and I could taste a little of her excitement. My tongue found her clitoris and I licked it, then took it between my lips. When I gently sucked on it, she began to tighten her thighs around my head.

  I sucked and licked her until she bucked up into my face in a violent spasm of pleasure. I inserted three fingers into her vagina and felt the incipient rhythmic contractions of her release. Orgasmic ripples spread all over her body. She shuddered and lapsed into a languorous swoon of pleasure and hugged my head.

  I rolled away from Elizabeth and lay beside her, lazily watching the softly whirring blades of the rotating fan overhead. And then she was at my cock again. I looked down to see her mass of black hair cascading over my belly and through it Elizabeth’s lips forming a snug caress around the shaft of my penis. She was good—very good. She was sucking on it just tightly enough to send icy hot flames of pleasure searing up my shaft and make it swell with desire.

  The tip of her tongue grooved around my cockhead, and I felt a tingle of liquid pleasure ascend into my cock and my testicles tighten with lust. As her lips slid up and down my shaft, I lay back with contentment. My eyes went back to the fan making that slow but insistent rhythm and I came in a long, slow gentle surge, almost as if I wanted to keep time with the lazily rotating fan blades.

  Feeling dry and thirsty, I gently rolled Elizabeth to one side and asked softly, “Fancy a beer? I’m thirsty. You have completely drained me.” She brought her hands under her head and smiled. “Sure,” she said.

  When I returned she was lying on her belly. I could not help marveling at her slender torso, the gentle undulation of her back into her exquisite buttocks. I could see delicate wisps of soft brown hair peeping out and her rose-petal-pink leaf of pleasure tissue. I bent to kiss her nape and she shuddered with pleasure. We parted the next day, saying fond farewell to a matchless vacation experience for the both of us.

  —E.T., Milwaukee, Wisconsin

  OF GOLDEN SUNSETS, THE BLUE PACIFIC, AND LOVERS CONSUMED WITH RED-HOT DESIRE

  We both needed this Hawaiian vacation so badly we could taste it, and when I told Jason I’d arranged for us to stay with Mia, he couldn’t believe it. She’s my closest girlfriend from college, and she now manages a pineapple plantation on Oahu. I thought it would do him good and I knew Mia liked Jason very much.

  We both managed to extricate ourselves from our offices and prepared to let go for a few days. Upon arrival in Hawaii, we found our bags and Jason spotted Mia. She looked sexy as usual, wearing a tight halter top, revealing much of her voluptuous breasts. Her cutoffs showed the firm, well-tended ass that all the guys craved in college. Everybody thought we looked alike, but her tresses were golden from working outdoors and mine deep auburn.

  After welcoming hugs and kisses we got into Mia’s Jeep, and a few hours into the trip I noticed Jason beginning to relax, the sun and sea air of Hawaii taking effect. A slow smile curved his lips as Mia drove farther down single-lane dirt roads. They sat in front, chatting, while in the back I was thrilled to be away from the rat race.

  Suddenly Mia asked Jason to take the wheel. She undid the halter top, releasing her breasts to the sunlight. Looking back at me, she yelled over the sound of the engine, “Go ahead, Annette, it’s okay! This isn’t Columbus!” Jason’s eyes glazed.

  “Go ahead, baby!” He grabbed my hand, squeezing it, and smiled. “We’re on vacation!” I slipped off my shirt, unhooked my skimpy bra, and for the first time since college felt really liberated. The wind rushed around my breasts, patterns of shadow and light on them created by the foliage flying by. Jason was in his glory, riding high in Hawaii with two beautiful half-naked women! I noticed him staring at Mia’s breasts, and it excited me to see him lusting after her.

  After we settled in, Mia suggested we take a walk out back to see the view. We set out into the forest and in no time came to a spectacular lookout. Jason and I stared in awe at the cerulean blue Pacific below. We walked down the path and once out of sight I reached for his cock. He kissed me. My tongue answered his as he hardened under my grasp. I wanted him in my impatient mouth, but instead his mouth flicked over my exposed nipples, warm in the Oahu breeze. As he sucked, I w
orked open his zipper, shoving my hand in to find a throbbing prick I could hardly grasp. It sprang to attention, knocking up toward his navel. Dragging him off the path, I got down and licked the underside of his hard penis, working my tongue over its whole length.

  His eyes rolled back, ecstatic, as I took the purple glans into my mouth and began pumping on his cock, shoving it far down my throat. His balls tightened as I massaged them. He grasped my hair, pushing himself into my mouth with each stroke.

  Suddenly, glancing up, I saw Mia watching us through the leaves. Jason yelled, loud enough for Mia to hear. I greedily consumed every drop of his spurting semen and continued sucking until his cock softened. Finally I zipped him up, and he whispered in my ear, “I’m gonna give you a fucking later like you’ve never had!” I couldn’t wait, and on we went, back to the house, stopping for a cool drink at the side water faucet.

  As we drank, Mia appeared again, her face flushed. Stepping right up with us, she dunked her long blonde locks under the stream. The water flowed down her perfect upturned tits, causing her nipples to grow erect. The bulge in Jason’s pants grew noticeable again. The thoughts going through my mind were incredibly lustful.

  The sun began its descent, growing crimson near the horizon. Jason and Mia stood in silhouette, watching the sunset in the delectable heat. How many times had he told me of his fantasy of two women making love to him? Why did it excite me? Was it because I harbored the same fantasy?

  I walked toward them, casting all inhibitions aside, and nudged between them, putting my arms around their shoulders, an uncontrolled sultriness in my voice as I pulled them close and admired the sunset. Mia’s breasts pushed against mine, our mouths nearing one another’s.

  I put my mouth full onto Jason’s, giving him a passionate kiss, still holding Mia near. When I turned toward her, we stared into each other’s eyes. Since college we had joked about making love, but never acted on it. Now our lips met. For the first time I felt the softness of another woman’s lips on my own and it made an intensity rise between my legs. I remembered how sexy she said she thought Jason was, and now I was bringing the three of us together.

  Jason stepped back, removing his shirt so he could feel our breasts against his chest. Mia knelt down and undid his fly, letting his pants fall to the ground. Jason looked over to me as if asking for a little support.

  I leaned forward, whispering in his ear, “We’re both yours tonight, lover.” He smiled in appreciation as Mia pulled his pants off, revealing yet another erection from my lusty husband. She took it into her mouth, voraciously gorging herself on his thick meat.

  It fascinated me to watch another woman sucking my husband’s cock, to see the difference in her technique. Mia seemed to be enjoying it immensely, and I knelt down beside her and began swirling my tongue around Jason’s balls, kissing his cock. I flicked my tongue over her outstretched lips as they descended to his root, her eyes glimmering with thanks.

  How I wanted to be fucked, and as I watched them I shoved two fingers up my willing slit. But just as much I wanted to see what lay beneath Mia’s shorts.

  “Please, Jason,” I cried. He knew what I wanted. In moments Mia’s shorts were tossed aside, removed by my husband’s strong hands as I removed mine. He pulled the wedged panties from the fig of her sex, their wetness clinging tightly to her smooth, unblemished skin. What lay beneath was a well-manicured bush of light blonde pubic hair. His prick throbbed at attention, ready for penetration. Mia whimpered quietly, wanting him, and I gave them the okay.

  Drawn to her wet pussy, Jason’s cock was already well greased, and he groaned as he slipped his full length carefully into her. He began pistoning slowly there under a eucalyptus tree, its shadows accentuated by the warm colors of the setting sun. As he pumped, I got this truly outrageous idea, and I moved my head underneath Jason’s scrotum, watching his rock-hard cock squeeze into Mia, stretching her pouting cunt lips.

  I put my tongue, timidly at first, to the point where his shaft met Mia’s pussy and held it there. Jason slid back and forth over my moist tongue, increasing the pleasure of their fuck, a first for us in so many ways. Growing bolder, I made a swirling motion with my tongue while Jason increased his speed, assailing my friend with his sexy blade. The muscles of her pussy clenched down, beginning to spasm as she moaned for me to keep going. My face was drenched with both their juices as I lapped away at their genitals grinding together.

  “God, I could come any second, but I want to feel you both at once,” Jason sighed. Mia met me face-to-face, whispering, “I’ve dreamed about this a thousand times.” Then she kissed me deeply on the lips and I could taste the stickiness of arousal, hers and Jason’s, which had been plastered all over my mouth and chin.

  I pushed back her hair, lovingly caressing her face, and pulled her body to mine. So Jason could have us together at the same time, she lay atop me, full contact, breasts pressed against breasts, bush to bush. When Jason entered her, she gasped as if the wind were knocked out of her. I embraced her tightly and we kissed like young lovers wanting to consume each other. Her body rubbed into mine with Jason’s pounding, our cunts grinding together, her juices running over his cock and my own wet labia. I held Mia stable, helping him to maintain his steady strokes.

  This was his fantasy realized. Our pussies being so close, one atop the other, gave him easy entrance into either, and he took full advantage. A simple change in direction had him pounding my cunt, and four or five strokes later his cock slithered back into Mia’s pinkness. Between us we got a delicious fucking, the smells of our sex intoxicating us more than those of the tropical flowers around us. Jason watched his cock slide in and out of each of us, sweat pouring from his brow.

  The fevered pitch of his thrusts led to a triple climax. Mia’s thighs clasped tightly around mine, her orgasm pushing me over the edge. While Jason rammed into her cunt, balls slapping against my pussy, he exploded a bucket of hot sperm inside her, but before spending himself entirely he gave me a few final thrusts as well. And then Jason slumped over Mia’s back. Our sweaty bodies writhed in the ecstatic afterglow of sex and sunset. Mia lifted her head, saying, “Welcome to Oahu.”

  —A.N., Columbus, Georgia

  JOYOUS GERMANS ABANDON ALL DECORUM AS THEY CUT LOOSE AT STREET FESTIVAL

  Call it Carnevale, Mardi Gras, or Fasching, we human beings need to let go of our buttoned-up workaday personae and let our primitive side loose. The more repressed the culture, the more startling its wanton abandon. Tops in my book has to be Fasching, because after months at work in a major automotive firm, I was finding German stodginess chafing like a straitjacket. Dieter blew that away by inviting me to spend Fasching with him in Mainz. I couldn’t imagine that staid city letting rip like the Big Easy.

  Arriving at the station, we wound our way into the crowded heart of the medieval city. Everyone around us was wearing clown makeup, and even more startling, the usually overformal Germans were using the familiar “du” reserved for spouses, children, and pets. We climbed a narrow staircase and dropped our minimal luggage. Dieter’s girlfriend was soon smearing clown white makeup across my face and telling me it was important to let go and play the fool at Fasching. She was painted like a Tyrolean house front, hearts and flowers rioting across her cheeks. She was the first woman to talk to me familiarly, and my whole body tingled as her fingertips reddened my mouth and nose and made whimsical patterns on my cheeks.

  The apartment overlooked the parade route. People lined the narrow streets and hundreds more hung out of windows like ours. Couples kissed and groped in doorways. Floats sailed by, their occupants tossing party favors. A float recalling the city’s Roman past inspired me to yell “Ave Caesar!” to the toga-clad patrician on board, who grinned and slung me a cheap beaded necklace.

  Hunger drove me into the street, toward a square that Dieter assured me held all manner of goodies. I munched as my eyes roved the crowd. A girl on a bench nearby seemed to be watching me with a look both salacious and predatory.
I grinned. Why not? In my clown face I was as disguised as she was, and wasn’t the whole point of Fasching to let go and fool around?

  Her white face sported generous red lips and dark, comic circles around her eyes. Blonde hair flowed onto her shoulders. I sat down next to her, my thigh warm against hers. Long legs in jeans tucked into cowboy boots promised other interesting features. Unfortunately a down jacket and scarf muffed her upper body. Before I could figure out an opening line, her cool fingers pressed my lips. My throat constricted and we just stared at each other. She smiled and her hand dropped to my leg. Apparently she wanted me, but she wanted me silent.

  She stood up in front of me and I got a better look at her long, gracefully curved legs before she took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Her next move was totally unpredictable. Taking the scarf from her neck, she turned me to face the cathedral—and the Dom was the last glimpse I caught before she brought the scarf up over my eyes.

  Blindfolded, I was led into what must have been a less-frequented back street. Caution set the hairs on my neck upright, but desire had already produced its own erection. From the sound of things, nobody seemed to be following us, so I relaxed a little. Keys rattled and a door opened on creaking hinges. The air from inside was warm, with a scent that was familiar but unplaceable. The door swung shut and my excitement increased. The improvised blindfold showed me a sliver of dim light, and I could hear my companion’s movements before her arms enfolded me and her body pressed against mine.

  Her lips touched mine, softly at first, then with an exploratory kiss and questing tongue. I raised my hand to her shoulders and my cold fingers met warm, naked skin. I stroked her flesh, under the thick fall of her hair and down the delicate articulations of her back. My palms felt her shiver as my hands cupped a beautifully rounded ass.

  Slowly she broke off the kiss, lifting my jacket to unbutton and pull down my pants. Her hands on my hips, she seemed to be crouched with her face centimeters from my cock. Her warm breath felt like sunshine on the tip of my rapidly cooling member as it bobbed in time with my racing pulse. My fingers sought her hair as she finally ended my sweet anticipatory torment by taking my cock in her mouth. Warmth bathed my taut skin; the edges of her teeth reminded me where I was; her tongue rasped softly on sensitive tissue. Pulling my pelvis forward, she forced me deep into her throat as if she were bent on consuming my cock.