Letters to Penthouse XXVI

by Penthouse International

  My pussy was glistening with my juices as James brought my knees up and ran his tongue over my cunt to my asshole. I moaned softly as he began to gently rub my puckered rear hole with a finger while his talented tongue danced in my pussy. All I had to do was say, “Honey, stick your big cock in my mouth,” and my husband was out of his clothes in a flash. He positioned himself over me with his head at my feet and his cock hovering over my face.

  Eagerly, I took him into my mouth as he commenced a delightful licking and sucking of my pussy. Soon enough we were both coming, James pouring his creamy goodness down my throat as I glossed his handsome face with my juices. Then, truly exhausted, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

  We awoke early the next day and set out to do some sightseeing. Paris is such a captivating city and we wanted to see as much of it as possible in the time available to us, so rather than wander around aimlessly we opted for a bus tour advertised in a brochure James had picked up in the lobby of the inn. That proved smart, for not only were we able to spend time at the obvious tourist attractions, like the Louvre Museum and the Eiffel Tower, we also got to sample the street life in Montmartre and note the difference between the Right and Left Bank of Paris. We even got to enjoy crepes and coffee at one of the charming outdoor cafés along the Seine.

  Really hungry by the time we got back to the inn, we ordered up dinner and gobbled it down in our birthday suits, there being no reason to keep our clothes on as we weren’t going out again. A full day of sightseeing hadn’t dampened our desire for sex, so we fell into bed eager to fuck. As we fooled around, I happened to glance toward the balcony and realized that the curtains were open. I told James that there was a couple on the terrace across from us and they were looking our way. “So let’s give the folks a show,” he said with a grin.

  Still naked, we stepped out onto the balcony and embraced. Not surprisingly, the couple across the way sat up and took notice, quickly arranging their chairs so that they were sitting side by side. By husband held me close to him with my ass pressed against his rapidly swelling cock. He fondled my tits, then brought one hand down to stroke my wet pussy. The realization that we were being watched excited us both very much.

  Urging me to bend over one of the balcony chairs, James pushed his cock into my pussy and began fucking me with long, deep strokes. Reaching between my legs, I fondled his big balls as he did me from behind. I looked over at the couple across the way and saw that they were masturbating while watching us. And then a tingle of anticipation washed over me as James pulled out of my cunt and placed his cock at my asshole. Moments later, he was stretching my asshole, urging his cock ever deeper into my rectum, and when he finally had the whole thing inside me, we both moaned with pleasure.

  Knowing that a man and a woman were watching me get fucked in the ass was mind-boggling. That, plus the wonderful feel of my husband’s cock sawing in and out of my behind and my fingers rubbing my clit, was enough to send me over the edge. I came like crazy, crying out in ecstasy, and I was still coming when James gave out a yell of pleasure and shot his semen into my rear passage. Pulling his dripping cock out of my ass, he helped me straighten up and then drew me back against him. Together we watched the couple across the way get up from their chairs, laughing at how quickly they moved into their room, no doubt to fuck themselves silly.

  What a fabulous weekend! Being without my man for four long months was certainly not fun, but we definitely made sure his homecoming would be truly memorable.

  —Y.C., Virginia Beach, Virginia

  BAKERY OWNER SAMPLES A COUPLE OF DANISH IN COPENHAGEN

  For years my good friend Christian had been inviting me to spend time with him in the city of his birth, Copenhagen, Denmark. Finally, this past summer, I decided to take him up on his offer. I definitely needed a vacation and it seemed to be the perfect place to visit.

  I was really looking forward to not only visiting Copenhagen, a city I’d heard and read good things about, but also seeing Christian again. We had met and become fast friends at school in Boston, where we were both studying hotel management. Following graduation, Christian returned to his homeland to help run his uncle’s bed-and-breakfast while I looked for work here. I had finally snagged what seemed to be a nice position with a major hotel chain when fate stepped in to completely alter my plans.

  My dad, citing poor health, suddenly decided to retire from the bakery business, to which he’d devoted so much of his life, and successfully, too. “Son,” he said, “the business is yours. Your mother and I are moving to Arizona. Good luck.”

  All of a sudden, just like that, I was the owner of half a dozen small but profitable bakeries. For a while I considered selling them all and moving along with my original career choice, but then I got to thinking. A very successful business had been handed to me. True, I didn’t know beans about bakeries, but I didn’t have to because Dad had long ago installed a sound management team. Why work my buns off for someone else when all I had to do was sit back and collect a nice paycheck and perhaps pop into the bakeries once in a while and sample the goods? And so, I became the proud owner of six great bakeries.

  I reflected on my situation as I flew to Denmark. How appropriate, I thought, that I, a bakery owner, visit a place known worldwide for its pastries!

  As promised, Christian met me at Copenhagen International Airport, which is located just fifteen minutes from the city itself. In no time we were pulling up to his uncle’s bed-and-breakfast, an inviting and most welcome sight after so many hours in the cramped quarters of the plane. Christian showed me to a cozy, tastefully furnished room, suggesting a nice late-afternoon nap before dinner. Sounded good to me.

  Christian had made reservations at Grabrodre Torv 21, where we feasted on roast pork served with red cabbage and a rich gravy while engaging in a lively conversation befitting two old friends who hadn’t seen each other in some time. Then, after enjoying steins of Danish beer at one of Copenhagen’s many delightful cafés, it was back to the inn. “We have a full day planned for you tomorrow,” Christian said, smiling. “You had best rest up.”

  I drifted off, puzzled by what my old friend had meant by the word “we.” The mystery was solved the very next morning when, over a light breakfast at the inn, I was introduced to Karen and Margrethe. Statuesque, breathtakingly beautiful blue-eyed blondes with fair skin and friendly smiles, they exemplified all the best qualities I had read and heard about the fabulous women of Scandinavia.

  So taken was I by their looks, I barely heard Christian say that the girls were friends and sometimes employees of his who had volunteered to show me around Copenhagen. “If that’s okay with you?” he said. Needless to say, it was more than okay. And so, not much later, linking their arms with mine and promising me a great day of sightseeing, my two new friends steered me out of the inn and into a sports car the color of their hair.

  We started with the statue of the Little Mermaid, from Hans Christian Andersen’s famous story, located at Langeline, then visited Rosenborg Palace, next to which, in Kongens Hall, stands a statue of Hans himself. Breaking for lunch, we enjoyed a fabulous smorrebrod, Danish open-face sandwiches of unimaginable variety, at Ida Davidsen, all of which were washed down with the potent aquavit. Delicious!

  After lunch, Margrethe and Karen took me to Tivoli Gardens, Denmark’s enchanting amusement park, where we spent hours enjoying the rides and the music, pausing on two occasions for ice cream served in giant cones. In the late afternoon, before returning to the inn for the light fish meal Christian was going to prepare, we stopped at the Royal Copenhagen Patisserie for hot chocolate and freshly made Danishes. If only my people could make pastry this good, I thought.

  No doubt Christian knew I’d be coming home stuffed to the gills, hence his light meal, which suited me just fine. Then, rather reluctantly, I excused myself and headed upstairs to my room, bidding my two gorgeous tour guides good night with the hope that I would see them again. Karen and Margrethe looked at each other and giggled,
and Christian smiled. I thought this was a bit odd, but I was too pooped to examine it further and, without looking back, trudged up the stairs.

  Around midnight, I was awakened by what I thought was a light tapping on my door. Couldn’t be, I thought, and dozed off again. A few minutes later, though, opening my eyes, I nearly fell out of bed. There were the blonde goddesses, Karen and Margrethe, standing at bedside in all their naked splendor. I blinked several times, thinking I had to be having one wonderful dream, but no, the visions of loveliness before me were real. Oh, my!

  “We enjoyed showing you some of Copenhagen today,” Karen said. “And we’ll be showing you more during your stay here.”

  “But tonight,” Margrethe chimed in, “we thought you’d like to see some sights not on any Danish travel brochure.” She looked at Karen and both girls giggled. “But perhaps you’re tired from all our running around today and would like to rest.”

  Yeah, right, I thought, as my cock continued to swell under the blanket. I was still struggling to find my tongue when the girls, perhaps sensing my plight and eager to demonstrate just how friendly the Danes can be to visitors, simply climbed into bed, one on either side of me. “You t-two are just so beautiful,” I breathed, realizing how inane that sounded even as the words left my mouth. Again the twin blonde goddesses giggled. And then they immediately got down to business.

  With Karen on my right and Margrethe on my left, they began stroking me all over, their smooth, soft hands here, there, and everywhere. Karen leaned over my chest and laved my nipples, lovingly nipping the crinkled nubbins of flesh. Margrethe, meanwhile, slithered snakelike down the bed and took firm hold of my now fully erect and throbbing cock. “Ooh, such a big one,” she squealed. “I love big cocks.” She proceeded to prove it by licking my swollen member all over, from bulbous head to hairy base, cooing all the while. And then she plunked it right into her warm, wet mouth and began sucking slowly, teasingly, those big blue eyes of hers bright with mischief as she looked up at me.

  Karen, saying she wanted a taste, scooted down the bed and tried wresting my cock away from Margrethe, who finally relented and let it go. Now it was Karen’s mouth on me, her velvetlike lips gliding up and down the shaft, her tongue dancing over the sensitive underside. An impatient Margrethe took it away from her after a minute or so, jamming it into her mouth with authority. But then, after she’d sucked on it for a while, she passed it off to Karen. And that’s how it went, the two lovely Danes passing my sturdy erection back and forth between them, with both ladies oohing and aahing over its size and rigidity.

  Just as I started to wonder which of these beauties I’d fuck first, Margrethe took control, pushing aside Karen as she positioned herself over me and with a sigh sank all the way down on my fleshy pole. Undaunted, Karen simply clambered up the bed and straddled my head, smiling down at me as she lowered her sweet-smelling pussy to my mouth. “Heaven on earth” was the phrase that came to me as I began slurping up the juices flowing freely from Karen’s pussy, which, like Margrethe’s, was surrounded by golden curls the texture of silk.

  After a while the girls changed places, with Margrethe sitting on my face while Karen posted on my cock. To be honest, with my eyes closed, I couldn’t tell them apart, but what did it matter when one gorgeous blonde was fucking herself on my cock while the other ground her flavorful cunt into my mouth with lusty enthusiasm. What I did know for sure was when both girls came, Karen’s cunt contracting around my cock and Margrethe’s glossing my face with its tangy juices, I sort of howled up into Margrethe’s pussy, which made for a funny kind of noise, as I shot my load up into Karen’s sweet sex.

  And that was just the beginning.

  With me totally revitalized, the weariness of a busy day on the go a distant memory, and my two gorgeous new friends seemingly insatiable, we sucked and fucked until the wee hours of the morning, stopping only, and with some reluctance, when Christian rapped on the door to say breakfast would be served shortly.

  Karen and Margrethe stayed close by for the duration of my stay in Copenhagen. During the day we’d go sightseeing, either in Copenhagen itself or out in the countryside. Thanks to the girls, I saw more of Denmark in a week than most visitors see in a month. Marveling at the cleanliness of the streets and the friendliness of the people, I toured museums, visited castles, snacked at cafés, and dined in restaurants small and large, bohemian and elegant. At night, one or both of the girls would join me in my bed.

  On my last night at the inn, Karen and Margrethe insisted I give them each a facial, which I did with relish, splattering both their lovely upturned faces with a copious amount of creamy come. Each wanted to be fucked in the ass, too, and of course, I obliged. Imagine, if you will, two outrageously beautiful blondes lying belly down on the bed side by side, each reaching back to pry apart her buttocks while urgently requesting my “big” cock in her ass. Yes, it was magic, all right.

  On the flight back home I thought about my bakery business and then about the two tasty Danish I’d been fortunate enough to sample while I was in Copenhagen. A flight attendant, passing by with a tray of snacks, had to be wondering why I had this goofy smile on my face.

  —S.L., Via E-Mail

  COMING SPECTACULARLY ON THE SPECTACULAR GOING-TO-THE-SUN ROAD

  Since my boyfriend, Alex, and I were still paying off our grad school loans, we didn’t have much money for a summer vacation, though both of us desperately needed one. We’d recently moved to Montana, so we decided to just hop in the car and drive up the Going-to-the-Sun Road that takes us right through Glacier National Park and over the border into Canada. We’d heard it was a spectacular drive this time of year. It would only cost a few bucks, plus gas, and we planned to camp instead of spending money on hotels. Since there were so many beautiful hiking trails in the park and it was just the beginning of summer, we couldn’t imagine a better or more romantic vacation.

  Alex and I packed the car full of snacks, water, and camping gear and headed up toward Glacier. Every minute of the drive was wonderful, and finally being alone with Alex, with just the radio blasting and all the windows open, made me feel completely free and peaceful. It started to make me feel excited, too, knowing that we would be sleeping together under the stars in one of the most majestic places in the world. I couldn’t wait until we were snuggled closely together in our sleeping bags, the heat of his body against mine, having glorious sex while breathing in the fresh mountain air. I was getting aroused just thinking about it—so much so that my pussy got really wet as we were paying the admission fee and starting our drive through the park. I had to squeeze my thighs together tightly out of fear that my copious juices would drip onto the seat.

  Alex looked over at me as we passed the toll at West Glacier and got our booklet guide to the park. He said that he recognized the look on my face. When I asked him what he meant by that, he said, “You’re thinking about fucking, aren’t you?”

  It still amazes me that he knows me so well, and I had to laugh at his accuracy. I leaned into him and kissed the side of his neck as he started us on the Going-to-the-Sun Road. I could taste the faint vestige of sweat on him and licked my lips, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. He kept one hand on the wheel and placed the other on my knee, gently squeezing it and then lightly trailing his fingers over my thigh and under my very short shorts. He tickled the sensitive skin mere inches from my cunt, making even more honey ooze from my pussy as my mind raced with oh-so-naughty thoughts about fucking my boyfriend.

  It got to the point where despite how beautiful the view was from the car window as we passed Lake McDonald on the way to Logan Pass, I couldn’t keep my mind focused on anything except sex. I clenched my thighs tightly, trying to stave off my need to come and pay attention to the scenery, the lush green trees, the amazing rocks and rows of wildflowers, and the crystal-blue streams that we passed along the road.

  But it was all in vain, since having my sexy man beside me—all six feet of him, his lean and muscled
chest, his head of thick black hair, and those penetrating green eyes—was such a distraction that I couldn’t help but focus on his natural beauty instead of the nature that was completely surrounding me.

  Alex noticed me squirming in my seat and asked what was going on. I told him to pull over at the next lookout point, and luckily, there was only one other car there and it was pulling away as we drove in. Alex opened his door and started to get out, but I yanked him by the sleeve of his T-shirt and jerked him back. Pulling him close to me, I gave him a frantic and intense kiss that told him exactly how I was feeling. He kissed me back and ran his hands underneath my shirt, squeezing my breasts and pinching the tips of my nipples with the urgency I craved. I leaned over to the driver’s seat and pushed the lever that released the seat fully back. Then I slid on top of Alex, covering his body with mine.

  “I guess you don’t want to get out and read the plaque,” he said with a grin. I answered with a little laugh and fell back on top of him, lifting up his shirt and peppering his stomach with little wet kisses that soon became longer and more languid licks with my tongue. His skin tasted so good, and smelling him was enhancing my arousal. He ran his fingers through my hair as I deftly unbuttoned his shorts. With some maneuvering in the small space, I managed to release his cock and slide it all the way into my mouth.

  I could hear the sounds of the wilderness around me and the whizzing of cars as they drove past us, but I was concentrating on sucking my boyfriend’s cock, wedging his long hard shaft into my mouth and down my throat. I cupped his heavy balls in my hand as he moaned deeply in pleasure. I rolled them in my palm as he urged me on, gently scratching his fingertips through my hair, sending a wonderful tingle through my body.