Letters to Penthouse XXVI

by Penthouse International

  As soon as I was nestled beside her, Claire turned over on her side and pulled me toward her so that my cock was pressing against her pelvis. I was delighted by the feel of her wiry hairs against my cockhead, and as our lips met, Claire placed my hand on her chest before lowering her hand to my shaft.

  We kissed and fondled with the passion of two new lovers, with Claire’s demanding kisses sending shock waves throughout my body and supercharging my penis.

  Desperately wanting to be inside her, though, I grabbed her asscheeks and pressed her against me, squishing her breasts into my chest and attempting to angle my penis toward her already-wet cunt.

  Sensing my urgent need as well as her own, Claire guided my throbbing cock directly inside her hot pussy. We held each other like that momentarily, my cock pulsating inside her, our quivering arms wrapped tightly around each other’s back.

  I stared lovingly into my wife’s eyes as we continued to enjoy the feel of being joined together as one, and then I kissed her sweetly on the lips. I wanted the honesty and intensity of the moment to last forever, but when Claire reached down to cup my balls in the palm of her hand, all sentiment was lost and I was propelled to move. With both of our bodies lying sideways, it was a bit of a challenge to keep my cock inside her, so I had to begin slowly, pumping my cock in and out of my wife’s cunt with a steady thrust of my hips.

  We kissed with raw abandon, the friction of my cock sliding in and out of her cunt and the pressure of her pussy clenching against my shaft becoming almost too much to take. The easy rhythm and my wife’s soft moaning were driving me totally insane, and I quickly found myself bucking frantically, clutching at my wife’s ass, back, and hair.

  Our bodies ground against one another as Claire wrapped her thighs around my back, welcoming me even farther inside her. Slow and gentle lovemaking had been long forgotten as we gave in to our primordial needs, and I engorged her pussy with my ready-to-explode cock.

  I tried to visualize the following day’s golf tournament in an effort to stave off my orgasm for a few seconds, wanting Claire to come before I shot my load. It didn’t seem to be working all that well, though, because all I could see when I closed my eyes was a naked image of my sexy wife—sprawled out on the golf course naked, driving in the back of the golf cart naked, standing at the tee naked.

  Luckily, though, with a few thrusts Claire was writhing in orgasm, contracting her pussy muscles around my cock as she climaxed. The pulsing combined with the heat was about all I could take, and within a nanosecond of my wife’s crisis I was shooting my load inside her, my body quivering and my eyes nearly popping out of my skull from the intensity of it all.

  I played fairly well in the tournament, but I am certain I could have done better. Claire and I had stayed up a bit too late the previous night, fucking like honeymooners, and the skimpy little number that she wore that day didn’t make matters any better. I couldn’t help but think about fucking her right then and there on the eighteenth hole. Even that morning, before we headed to the golf course, I got down on my hands and knees to lick my wife’s pussy. The tongue lashing had almost made us late, but it had been worth it.

  —D.S., Cambridge, Massachusetts

  TRUMP CARD—EXCITING WEEKEND IN ATLANTIC CITY REVITALIZES A MARRIAGE

  Melanie is a beautiful woman, but the pressures of everyday life can make it hard to keep the flames of desire lit in any marriage. We decided that what we needed was a weekend away from it all, so I booked us into the most luxurious hotel in Atlantic City for our own “Romantic Reunion.”

  We drove down, classic rock on the radio, windows open, and Melanie’s black hair blowing in the wind, making her look like a young Cher. Her long, tanned legs and sandaled feet were driving me crazy the whole way there, and I was all choked up with the sense that she really was the love of my life, and the sexiest woman alive.

  We checked in and went directly to our room, whose lofty vantage point gave us a view of a spectacular sunset and the gaily twinkling lights of the boardwalk strip. I opened a bottle of champagne and we toasted ourselves. At that moment I wanted her unbearably, but I had planned the whole perfect evening and intended to follow through.

  Going to my suitcase, I presented her with a bra and panty set in an outrageous tiger stripe that suited her perfectly. She insisted on slipping it on immediately and modeled it for me before she put on her slinky, sleeveless black dress. I could hardly keep my hands off her. She looked like a goddess, and I saw that image reflected in the gaze of every man we passed as we walked through the casino. Having her on my arm seemed the most erotic moment of the whole trip.

  While we dined, Melanie did everything in her power to drive me crazy, including rubbing my crotch under the table with her prehensile toes. We headed back to our room without dessert. Both of us were so overwhelmed with desire that we knew we’d never be able to concentrate on anything else.

  We both entered the room and I took Melanie in my arms, crushing her body against mine and kissing her passionately. My hands roamed over her delicious figure as I whispered once more how much I loved her. Returning the sentiment, she confessed she could wait no longer.

  Reaching behind her, I unzipped her dress and watched, mesmerized, as she stepped out of it, letting it fall in a heap on the floor. Looking at her standing there in tiger stripes, bathed with the city’s neon glow, I felt goose pimples break out all over me. The moment we’d waited for had arrived.

  I moved to put a CD in the portable player, and moments later soft saxophone music filled the room. It was a little lush, but perfect for the way we felt. When I turned back to her, Melanie was already stretched out on the bed, writhing on the multicolored comforter like a cat in heat. She beckoned to me, her other hand playing with her pussy through the panties.

  Not that I needed much tempting. I walked over to the bed and she sat up and began undressing me as I knelt on the edge of the mattress, stripping me down to my briefs. When she ran her fingertips along the bulge under my clothing, I shivered again.

  I told her to lie on her stomach, and she rolled over. I lit a scented candle and carried it over to the nightstand, then took out a bottle of scented body lotion to match the mood. I straddled her and tenderly placed a kiss on the small of her back, delighting as she flinched a bit from the ticklish sensation. I kissed all the way up her back, undoing her bra en route.

  Pouring some of the lotion into my hands, I began massaging her shoulders, working the lotion into her soft skin. She murmured something I couldn’t quite decipher, and I worked my way down her back, rubbing lotion all over her luscious body. With another handful of lotion I massaged the backs of her legs, and then her thighs, noting with pleasure and pride the solid muscles in her slim legs. I worked back down to her ankles and raised each foot, planting a kiss on each sole before licking and sucking her toes, relishing her mews of submissive delight.

  I kissed my way up to her tiger-striped panties, my fingers caressing her asscheeks through the silky fabric. With my face against her I could easily smell the strong, musky scent of her arousal, and I could hardly wait for my first taste. I slipped off her panties, exposing her magnificent bottom. I sat there captivated for a moment, watching as Melanie flexed the muscles in her asscheeks, reveling in that perfect round ass glowing in the candlelight.

  I lowered my face and kissed first one cheek and then the other. Sliding my hand beneath her, I cupped her small patch of pubic hair, pressing my hand against her aroused pussy and thrilling to the heat and moisture emanating from within her. With no effort, I slipped my thumb deep inside her warm, wet pussy, then withdrew it and began rubbing her clitoris gently, using her musky juices as lubricant.

  She purred as I continued to stimulate her. I blew lightly on her ass, moving lower until my breath was directed at her pussy. That must have sent her over the edge, because the next thing I knew she had rolled over onto her back and was bucking her pussy right up into my face. I lifted her ass and licked my way around every bit o
f her sweet sex. Reaching down with her own hands, she spread her lips open for me, allowing me to slip my tongue deep inside her and savor the sweet taste of her lust. Taking her clit in my mouth, I sucked gently on it before releasing it to lick her widespread labia.

  Melanie’s hands gripped the back of my head, pulling me closer between her legs. I covered her entire pussy and sucked before taking her clit in my lips once more and sucking for all I was worth. In seconds she was moaning and gyrating wildly, her crotch grinding into my mouth. When her orgasm finally hit, she closed her thighs firmly around my head and her entire body bucked beneath me.

  She released me before my head exploded—barely. Reaching down, I removed my briefs and began kissing my way up her still-trembling body until she took my face in her hands and kissed me, our tongues mingling amid the taste of her desire. My cock found its own way between her thighs and slid easily into her warm, waiting pussy. I shuddered with pleasure, feeling the woman I love close around every inch.

  When I was in as deep as I could go, I stopped and lay there for a few seconds, cherishing the nearness of my soul mate. The feel of Melanie’s lips on my throat brought me back and sent another erotic shiver through me. I began a rhythmic thrusting in and out, and as we made love I let my hands roam over her body, caressing her breasts before I lowered my mouth to suck one nipple and bite it gently.

  I found her clit with my fingers and slowly began to massage it as I continued to pump into her. My passion was incredibly high, and I wanted to make her come again. Covering her mouth with mine, I kissed her, her tongue entering my mouth as I did so. I pressed a little harder on her clit and she wrapped legs around my back tightly as the kiss ended.

  She moaned, pulling me deeper within her. I rubbed little circles on her clit, increasing my tempo as her breath became more labored. She was nibbling my ear when her orgasm began and she let it go, crying for me to fuck her hard.

  My arms held me up as I slammed in and out of her, our bodies slapping together and Melanie’s nails digging into my back. We made love with a frenzied passion, not stopping until our bodies were slick with sweat.

  Amazingly I still hadn’t come, having tried to prolong our oneness as long as I possibly could. Senses reeling, I slipped out of my lover and asked her to roll over. She did so eagerly, hugging a pillow to her chest as she raised her buttocks high. I knelt behind her and guided myself between her soft pussy lips once more, eliciting another loud moan of pleasure as I sank back inside her.

  I began driving in and out, knowing I had little resistance left. Her pussy was as tight as a blood pressure cuff, and I felt the familiar tingling in my balls that grew to a rush as my beautiful wife came once more, her cries pulling me along as I shot my load into her.

  Collapsing on top of her, I kissed her sweat-soaked neck before flopping down next to her. She rolled into my arms and we kissed as we held each other tight. We fell asleep that way, agreeing later that it was the deepest and most relaxed sleep we’d shared, after the most intense lovemaking of our marriage.

  —M.T., Lakewood, New Jersey

  MY BLONDE WIFE, HER BLACK LOVER, AND ME—NAKED IN THE ISLANDS

  My wife and I have just returned from an amazing Caribbean vacation. We loved the islands. The landscape is lovely, the people are friendly, and the atmosphere is very sexy. Our resort had a pervasive air of eroticism, with nakedness and open sex everywhere we looked. My wife, Claire, fit right in, with her petite but curvaceous blonde beauty and truly memorable breasts. She’s one hot woman in and out of bed, and even among the tanned lovelies of the resort she attracted more than her share of attention.

  We met lots of people and enjoyed several sexual adventures, but one stands out in particular. We were hanging around the nude hot tub before dinner, drinking frosty rum concoctions and talking to new friends. I was chatting with a black guy named Nick, a lawyer from California, and we were putting the final touches on the idea of his having sex with Claire. She’s often been attracted to black men, and it was obvious that Nick had a cock that would please any woman.

  After a bit we left the hot tub and went up to shower and get ourselves ready. We’d already talked over the details with Nick, and Claire was so excited that her shaved pussy was glistening wet. Our ten-minute head start gave me a chance to get the video camera in place.

  Nick arrived right on time and joined Claire on the bed without much preliminary conversation. She was already naked and he was clad only in his swim trunks. They began kissing and nuzzling each other, with Nick sucking eagerly on Claire’s pert nipples. His large body—linebacker size—made quite a contrast with my petite blonde wife. I sat naked in a nearby chair, stroking my cock and running the camera, as they got to know each other’s body.

  Claire pulled off Nick’s trunks and began slowly licking his cock and balls. I had seen he was well endowed, but we couldn’t appreciate his true size until he began to get aroused. His cock was so long and thick Claire had trouble holding on to it. She paused in her tasting session and just looked at it in awe. Then, as if taking on a challenge, she began to suck his cock.

  Claire is an expert cocksucker, and it’s one of my favorite bits of foreplay, but I had never seen her so absorbed. Nick had incredible control and she’d let up every time he seemed close to coming. She could only swallow about half of him, but she stroked the base of that massive dick so it wouldn’t feel left out.

  Nick was fingering her pussy as she sucked him, and she had to pause several times to gasp as his caresses took her over the edge. My favorite shot was of her lying back with Nick straddling her chest, feeding her his cock and reaching behind him to rub her clit while fucking her face. She began to moan and squirm and tried to take him deeper into her throat. Although muffled by his cock, her moans heralded another tremendous orgasm. She bucked wildly as her orgasm overtook her body.

  After she got her breath back, she let him go long enough to say she had to have him inside her. Nick lay on his back and let Claire straddle him and impale herself slowly on his shaft. When it was all the way inside her it stretched her pussy to the limit, and her eyes were wide with wonder and excitement. She rode him with abandon and came again almost immediately. At that point I lost it and came all over myself.

  Claire had been on her knees riding Nick, but he pulled her legs up so she rode him more like a horse, which seemed appropriate. That also allowed for maximum penetration—as if she needed more cock! She handled it well and soon she was moaning and squealing her way through another mind-blowing orgasm. They kept murmuring to each other about how good his massive dick felt in her hot, tight pussy.

  In one swift move Nick picked Claire up and tossed her onto her back. He put her legs over his shoulders and began fucking her hard and fast. She was moaning again, begging him to fuck her longer and harder. The whole resort must have heard their cries as they came together. They rested for a moment and then Nick kissed her and left to get ready for dinner.

  I was hard again, and my cock felt like a heat-seeking missile that had locked on to its target. I was obsessed with getting a feel of my wife’s well-fucked pussy for myself. I rolled on top of her and drove into her come-laden cunt, feeling Nick’s seed squish up around us as we came together. I pounded my hard shaft into her over and over again until we were both groaning and whimpering with the sensory overload. Then the rush started in my balls and I gushed my come to join Nick’s inside my wife.

  We clung together until my cock softened and slid out, then we got up and showered. Dressed for dinner, we went downstairs, greeting Nick as we passed the bar. It was a toss-up whose grin was bigger, and we looked forward to another round later in the evening.

  Yes, if you want to recharge your sex life, I recommend a Caribbean holiday—especially with a handsome stud to help out. You won’t regret it.

  —S.B., Via E-Mail

  GRECIAN BURN—DARK-HAIRED TEMPTRESS SMOLDERING WITH LUST INFLAMES ADMIRER

  I scanned the usual tourist scene swarming i
n front of me. I was in this idyllic Greek seaside town, having taken a few weeks off from my hectic schedule solving software problems for big-city clients, and wanted to just relax and enjoy myself in this land rich in mythology. I was lounging by the pool overlooking the Mediterranean, with the usual mix of Europeans dispersed around the pool and enjoying drinks at the bar.

  Tanned, svelte bodies with nipples pert with desire surrounded me. Some were by themselves and others with the usual fawning boyfriend or bored husband. I was somewhat curious about one lady sitting two lounge chairs away.

  She was probably in her thirties and had this smoldering sexual je ne sais quoi emanating from her body: delicate, soft skin tanned with an Italian olive complexion and a slender body with taut buttocks and perfectly proportional breasts. She had a nice oval face and a sharp nose with nostrils tilted just a little upward to give a flared, feral look that suggested she was inhaling exotic sensual scents. Her lower lip was naturally rose red, and her upper lip was framed by an arrogantly taut Cupid’s bow. Her icy cool blue eyes suggested she could fathom and take in any situation. Shoulder-length black hair fell lazily in soft waves at her temples.

  She was relaxing, stretched out in her European-style bikini, which showed her waist and smooth thighs with a down of very fine hair that shone like soft, beaten gold.

  I felt a warm, buzzing sensation in my testicles and my penis slowly started to swell as I sharpened my gaze and could make out the soft mound of her pubis outlined beneath the thin material of her bikini. Suddenly I felt someone was watching me and looked farther up her torso to see her blue eyes looking at me. Those eyes momentarily dipped to acknowledge my growing erection, and when we locked eyes again there was an encouraging smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes that suggested she was well aware of my gazing caress of her private parts.