Sam slid out of me and we lay back on the large mattress. “Whew,” Sam exhaled, “this city sure is invigorating. What do you want to do tomorrow?” I just smiled and said that I didn’t know. My thoughts hadn’t been on sightseeing, or New York at all. I had just realized that the next morning someone else would have to make the bed!
—D.W., Norman, Oklahoma
AN AMERICAN GIRL WITH HER CUTE NEW PAL KEEPS WARM IN ICELAND
My best friend, Sam, a travel agent, offered me a week-long vacation to anywhere as a birthday gift this year. When I chose Reykjavik, Iceland, he looked at me like I was crazy, especially since I wanted to go in January. “What are you thinking, Viv?” he asked. “Why would you go somewhere called Iceland in the dead of winter?” I just shrugged, unable to explain my fascination to him. Well, it turned out I’d picked the right time to go, as Reykjavik had been chosen as one of nine European cities of culture for the year 2000, and its festivities would be kicking off just as I arrived.
Our overnight flight arrived on Friday morning. I checked in, then after a hearty breakfast from the hotel buffet I bundled up and headed outside. Finding that some sort of warm spell had hit, I stuffed my hat in my bag and hopped on a bus. As part of the celebration all bus rides were free that day, which was good because one of the first things I had discovered about Iceland was that it could be really expensive. I took a seat next to a woman dressed as a clown doing magic tricks. Seeing the confusion on my face, a guy behind me dressed as a troll explained that they were art students who were there to entertain the passengers as part of the day’s festivities.
I spent that day seeing the sights. There were goings-on everywhere, including the opening of a fifty-year-old time capsule and open houses at many museums and artists’ studios. By dinnertime I was exhausted and decided to head back to the hotel for a nap before hitting some clubs that night. The troll I’d met that morning was on my bus again, and he was just heading home, so we started to chat. Aron was funny and nice, a little flirtatious, and when he took off his mask I was delighted to discover that he was also cute.
When the bus stopped in front of my hotel, Aron got off with me and invited me to dinner. That week also began the ancient festival of Poori, and Aron said that I’d be remiss if I didn’t pay a visit to a feast. As much as I wanted to rest, there was no way I was going to pass up the chance of attending a traditional Icelandic celebration with an adorable Icelandic guy. Aaron said he had to run home to drop off his mask, so I invited him to leave it inside my hotel room.
Once there we had barely dropped our stuff on the floor and taken off our jackets when Aron wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. As I kissed him back, Aron slipped his chilly hands down my back and under my pants to cup my asscheeks, causing me to shiver. He laughed, saying, “Here in Iceland we have many ways to keep warm.”
Deciding that “when in Rome,” I slid my hands under his waistband and caressed his firm ass. After that, things got hot very quickly as Aron backed me over to the bed and we fell on it. He found his way under my sweater, pushing my bra up over my breasts to play with my nipples, then heading back below the belt. As he made quick work of my jeans, I unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, warming it in my hands.
Pulling away, I shimmied down the bed to take his prick between my lips. He groaned as my tongue swabbed the crown, then slid all the way down his shaft. My nose was soon buried in his pubic hair and he moaned my name as I bobbed up and down over his erection. Then, hardly missing a beat, I swung around so that my pussy hovered over Aron’s face.
Aron reached up and grabbed my ass to pull me into his mouth. He teasingly sucked on my labia, then swirled his tongue lightly over my sex. Needing more, I ground my pussy against his mouth as I continued sucking on his cock and massaging his balls in my palm. In response, Aron’s tongue finally found my clit. My body jerked and my thighs pressed firmly against his ears as he helped trigger my orgasm, then sent me even higher by fucking me with his stiffened tongue.
I shuddered through my climax as I sucked Aron’s cock even harder, though I barely managed to retain a hold on it. Through my orgasmic haze I noticed Aron tense almost imperceptibly, and seconds later I was rewarded with a mouthful of warm come. His fingers bored into my ass as I swallowed shot after shot, and when he was finished he turned me around so that I faced him as we cuddled.
We relaxed together for a moment, until Aron noticed the time. We had about half an hour to get to his friend’s house, so we took a quick shower together, bundled up, and then hit the streets again. As we walked, I was amazed at the clear, starry night sky, already dark although it was only about six o’clock.
Gunnar and his wife, Helga, had laid out a huge buffet of Icelandic delicacies for their feast, which I had learned was called a porrablot. Luckily I’m not a very picky eater, because many of the dishes were really unusual. I sampled skyrhákarl, putrefied shark meat, and slátur, which is sort of like Scottish haggis, and washed it all down with a caraway schnapps called Brennivín, known to the locals as “black death.” After a sip I understood why, and finished the rest of my meal with a glass of Coke. The only dish I passed over was something called svio, which was a singed sheep’s head cut in half lengthwise. I just couldn’t get past those eyes staring up at me.
The night was a lot of fun. Everyone ate and drank a lot, and we sang and danced. After we’d had dessert and coffee Aron invited me back to his house, just a few doors away, for a final shot of Brennivín. Once again I pretended to like the stuff, but was glad when Aron put the bottle aside and pulled me onto his lap.
We started kissing, slowly and passionately. Aron slipped his tongue between my lips and mine met his eagerly. In front of a blazing fire we caressed one another, becoming better accustomed with each other’s body. I loved Aron’s slender form and the layer of pale curls that covered his chest, and he seemed to delight in my small breasts, which fit perfectly in his hands. He rubbed my nipples softly, gently, his touch growing more intense when I reached down to fondle the growing bulge between his legs.
I undid his pants and pulled out his erection, cradling it in my hand as I slipped down to the floor. Taking Aron’s cock into my mouth, I gave it a few good sucks before releasing it and standing up. As I hiked up my skirt, Aron slipped off my shoes and drew down my tights, putting them both aside. Then we each removed our sweaters and I straddled his lap.
Balancing on my knees in the large armchair, I lowered myself onto Aron’s cock as he suckled my nipples. When I was fully impaled on his length, he grasped me by the hips and helped me move up and down. My speed built as my juices slickened his shaft. Throwing my head back, I gasped, loving the feel of his cock deep inside of me as his tongue danced over my breasts.
We established a rhythm, my body bouncing over Aron’s as he rose up to meet me on my descent. When my orgasm began to boil I moved faster, spurring it on. Our movements became frantic, though still not swift enough for Aron. Holding me tightly around the waist, he picked me up, and while I was still posted on his cock, he laid me down on the rug in front of the fireplace.
I threw my legs over Aron’s back as he covered my face and neck with kisses. Reaching between us, he found my clit with his thumb and rubbed little circles over it, faster and faster, until my body exploded like a ton of dynamite. I grabbed hold of his waist as though it were the only thing tethering me to earth, screaming as my cunt contracted around his dick. The look on Aron’s face as he pounded into me, his balls slapping against my ass and his sweat spattering across my breasts, is one I will always remember. It was a mixture of concentration, extreme pleasure, and frustration, and I knew he was close.
Grabbing his sac, I gave it a squeeze, inducing the beginning of the end. He thrust in once more, hard, and his entire body went rigid. Inside me, his cock remained still for a split second as a liquid warmth shot deep into my body. As he came he quickly pulled out, and then the sticky semen dripped down the crack of my ass as he plun
ged back in. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, sated.
We dozed off in front of the fire, and at some point during the night he must have woken and carried me to his bedroom, because the next morning I found myself in a large feather bed under a patchwork quilt. Aron brought me a steaming mug of coffee and a plate piled high with pancakes, made from an old family recipe.
I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d traveled all the way to Iceland and found a man who was not only a terrific fuck but also a fabulous cook. Later that morning we went over to my hotel where I checked out and picked up my stuff, and I spent the rest of my stay with Aron. I was sad to leave, but after a year’s worth of long-distance calls and short trips abroad for both of us, I am now married to Aron and happily settled in Reykjavik, living out all my fantasies. And lucky for me, I can still get Penthouse Variations by subscribing to it online!
—V.T., Via E-Mail
MAN VISITING MEXICO SPENDS AMAZING NIGHT WITH THREE HOT GIRLS
The last thing I expected to hear in a Mexican beachfront cantina was a young female voice calling my name. I looked up from my book to see a remarkably beautiful woman with coal-black hair waving her arms. She was sitting a few tables over with two equally attractive ladies, all of them clad in micro bikinis and flaunting the bronze glow that spoke of hours under the tropical sun. She jumped to her feet and ran over, chirping happily. I decided that if I did not know this sexy wench, I certainly wanted to.
She was all smiles, giggles, and gams—long, sexy, golden legs that drew my eyes like magnets and steered them to unseen treasures barely hidden behind the bright yellow thong of her bikini. I was suddenly thankful my lap was concealed by the table. She grinned at my inability to remember her name and helpfully gave me a hint. She shamelessly shoved her bare, curvy hip in my eager face and moved aside a piece of nearly nonexistent bikini.
A flood of warm blood and warm memories rushed in as I recognized the little pink birthmark on her buttock. “Jenny!” I growled happily.
I suggested that she better explain to her friends, but she laughed that they already knew about the birthmark and me. We traded stories, discovering that we were both still single. Then Jenny’s two tasty companions joined us. Envy darkened every male eye in the place. I was surrounded by three of the most gorgeous females on the beach.
Zoe was a statuesque brunette with hair down to her tight, round buns, and Debbie was the petite blonde with breasts that were earnestly struggling to escape her bikini top. It was more temptation than any mortal should have to endure. It appeared they were all down here because Zoe, a travel agent, got a lot of free perks and had invited the other two along. We talked for an hour before we parted company, promising that we would get together before our holidays were up.
I slept badly that night, probably due to the incredible hard-on produced by the thoughts of the three beauties and the memories of my first acquaintance with Jenny’s famous birthmark. I finally got up, showered, and decided to go out for a walk.
Like resort towns everywhere, this one was still lively well after midnight. I wandered down to the Plaza Mayor and then toward the beach. Suddenly hands were over my eyes and a leg was wrapped around mine. Soft lips were kissing mine and another pair of arms was circling my waist under the hem of my loose shirt. No, I wasn’t being mugged by an all-girl gang. It was Jenny and her friends, still up and having fun, delighted to see me.
There I stood, flabbergasted, in the midst of loud tourists and Mexican bars, with a hard-on that was doing its best to poke out of the leg of my shorts. My mind reeled. I wanted all three of these beauties—badly. Apparently they wanted me, too. My hands were as busy as theirs, cupping Jenny’s warm mound as several hands groped for my raging cock.
Zoe had already flagged down a taxi, and in moments we were all piled into it. Jenny and Debbie and I were in the backseat, and Zoe was up front, charming the socks off the rotund driver with her fluent Spanish and her gorgeous bosom. He dropped us off at the hotel, refusing a tip but trying to grope Zoe’s ass as she alighted.
Things got hot in the elevator. Zoe and Jenny were exchanging frantic, libidinous kisses while Debbie, on her knees in front of me, was nuzzling my hard cock through my shorts. Before we reached the third floor she had slipped her talented hand inside and taken a firm grip on my pulsing shaft.
The door to the girls’ room had scarcely opened when Jenny wiggled out of her tube top, cupping her firm breasts in both hands. She offered them to me, aiming both stiff nipples at my face. I wordlessly obliged, taking one firmly between my lips, then the other. Jenny’s breath caught and she seemed to shudder as I sucked and kneaded her soft flesh. Meanwhile, a pair of hands traveled up my bare thigh, pausing at my zipper, then tugging at it, and my fly fell open.
Moments later my shorts and briefs were around my ankles. The tip of my stiff cock suddenly entered something warm and moist, and I glanced down to see Debbie’s blonde head bobbing as she sucked my cock. As I turned back to Jenny’s rigid nipples, so responsive to every flick of my tongue, I heard Debbie say I could come in her mouth if I wanted to.
As my sensitive glans disappeared into her mouth, I became aware of other soft lips nibbling at my balls. Zoe tugged us toward the bed, and all three girls broke position long enough to shed their scanty clothing and escort me to the king-size bed, where they shoved me down roughly on my back.
Debbie’s hot lips once again encircled my cock, and Jenny squatted over my face, her fingers spreading wide her moist pussy lips. I eagerly licked her slit and drove my tongue between her labia. She ground her cunt into my mouth, groaning and writhing. I sealed my lips around her swollen clitoris and sucked softly. She was lost in her spiraling passion and I was almost delirious with my own. My cock was deep in Debbie’s throat, her nose hitting my pubic bone. She was kneading my balls with both hands, and I knew I would soon be pumping a huge load of creamy come down her throat.
Jenny craved Zoe’s pussy, and the bed shook as Zoe straddled my head, standing to receive Jenny’s tongue. Jenny was the first to come, her cries of pleasure muffled by Zoe’s cunt, but unmistakable. They drove me over the edge, and Debbie must have recognized the signs, because she pulled my cock from her mouth and curled her fingers around its base, thwarting my ejaculation. I was suspended in that incredibly arousing instant just before spurting out my come. It was electrifying.
Suddenly Jenny scooted backward, pulling away from my mouth. I could feel Debbie’s hand repositioning my cock and then it plunged into Jenny’s hot, wet vagina. I threw back my head and howled as my balls ached to discharge their load, but Debbie still held it back. Jenny pumped up and down like a madwoman and I rammed my hips upward as Debbie began squeezing my scrotum.
Zoe took up Jen’s place over my mouth and began to suck Jenny’s nipples. As her delectable sex settled over my tongue, I reached upward and found her full, round breasts. I tweaked her nipples as I drove my tongue into her, her musky juice anointing my face.
In spite of Debbie’s finger clamp, I was seconds from a colossal orgasm. I was almost screaming, but Zoe’s cunt had sealed itself over my mouth. Debbie released my cock and I exploded into Jenny’s pussy, pounding away, my balls slapping up at her crotch even as I was moaning helplessly into the pink abyss of Zoe’s warm cunt. Jenny stiffened and shuddered, her knees tight against my sides. She sat down hard, impaled on the whole length of my spurting cock, coming like crazy. At almost the same moment Zoe cried out and came, almost shaking herself off my avidly sucking mouth.
Jenny pushed herself off my slightly flagging penis and plunged it into her mouth. She flicked the tip with her tongue, lapping up the last of my come, and in almost no time I was hard again. One last lash of her tongue and it was replaced by Debbie’s lush pussy. I could tell she was close by the way she rode my cock, her muscles working it with wicked precision.
Seconds later she burst into an impassioned cry that mingled with Zoe’s as I brought her to another climax with my tongue. I pulled her down as De
bbie rolled off me and sat her on my still-throbbing cock, bouncing Zoe up and down until I came in yet another torrent and collapsed, thoroughly spent.
What an amazing chance meeting with Jenny, and what an amazing climax to the whole vacation!
—B.D., Butte, Montana
SWAPPING IN THE TROPICS: WHAT A WAY TO SPEND A VACATION
My new girlfriend, Sheila, and I recently went on our first vacation together. We boarded a plane for a chain of small islands in the South Pacific, and after a long flight and a short drive, we arrived at one island’s largest and fanciest hotel. The trip had been tiring, so we decided to eat something light and have a drink in the hotel bar.
We showered and changed in our suite. Sheila wore a lightweight green dress that caressed the outline of her shapely body. It draped over her beautiful breasts, revealing the exactly location of her nipples, especially when they were hard.
We entered the bar and picked a table near the dance floor. A talented local band was playing as we shared a seafood salad, drank piña coladas, and talked to the couple seated next to us. Their names were Scott and Elise and they were from New Orleans. They invited us to hit some clubs with them, but by then my attention was focused totally on Sheila. The last time we’d danced, we’d kissed passionately, and my cock was fully erect. So we said good night to our new friends and walked out to the beach.
I thought my cock would burst by the time we found an isolated stretch of sand. I removed Sheila’s dress and massaged her swollen nipples, causing her to throw back her head and sigh loudly. She then got on her knees and unfastened my shorts, letting them fall to the ground. Taking my cock in her mouth, she swallowed as much as she could. The sensation of the ocean breeze on my body as I watched her suck my dick was delightful. While kissing me passionately, Sheila pulled me down and pushed me onto my back, guiding my hardness into her wet pussy.
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