Letters to Penthouse XXVI

by Penthouse International

  “To here,” he replied, showing me on the map. It seemed extremely far, so he told me he had an idea. We’d crossed one of Prague’s seven bridges to the other side of the Vltava River, not far from Kampa, a beautiful park with tree-shaded patches of grass. It was closer than the apartment, so I agreed it would be a good place to stop.

  As Martin led me to a desolate area of the park, it occurred to me that he might have ulterior motives. I hoped so, because in addition to being attractive, he was funny and charming. Well, I was in luck—it appeared Martin’s attentions weren’t entirely innocent.

  When we were comfortable on the grass he reached over and touched his fingertips to my cheek. It was an obvious move, but the romantic in me fell for it hook, line, and sinker, though I wondered how many other female tourists he had brought to this very spot. No matter, I thought to myself, because the wetness of my arousal was seeping through my panties and my pussy was starting to tingle.

  Leaning forward, Martin brought his lips to mine, which opened, and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Our long, deep kiss turned my tingling into an ache, and I rolled over so that our bodies were touching. I mashed my cunt against the hard bulge in his pants to communicate my need. He pressed back and I could just barely detect the throbbing of his cock.

  It was a weekday and not quite the height of the tourist season, so the park was practically deserted. Therefore, no one was around to see Martin slip his hand into my shorts to finger my wet pussy. I groaned into his mouth as his digit slid inside me and began pumping in and out. Meanwhile, my own hand had made its way into his pants and onto his stiff dick.

  I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft and pumped. Martin groaned as he finger-fucked me with more urgency and greater speed. We were both racing toward climax, writhing in the grass under the warm afternoon sun. I could see the spires of Prague above us and the statues of the Charles Bridge off in the distance. It doesn’t get much more magical than this, I thought to myself as Martin slipped his hand under my shirt to caress my breast.

  He nibbled my earlobe and neck as his fingers flew over my cunt. When they finally centered on my clit I bucked up, moaning and gasping for breath. I reached down to cup his balls and felt his body stiffen against mine as I gave them a good massage. Then I pumped his shaft again while caressing the tip of his cock with my thumb. He went wild, and his movements on my cunt came to a stop as he filled my hand with cream.

  When that was done I moved impatiently against his hand, demanding more attention. Martin kissed me and apologized before picking up where he’d left off. He stroked my clit just right and I was coming in mere seconds, drenching his hand with my juices so that we were both a sticky, sweaty mess. We cleaned up with some tissues that were in my bag and then walked back to my apartment.

  We parted ways to shower and change, but made plans to meet up for dinner and drinks. I followed Martin’s directions, which included a ride on the metro, and somehow managed to meet him on time at the spot he’d chosen. I felt way overdressed in my little black dress when I discovered that it was a traditional Czech beer hall and almost all of the other patrons, mostly men, were wearing jeans and work clothes.

  We drank cheap—but good—beer and ate sausages and fried cheese. It seemed that every time I put down my empty mug, a waiter was right there with another to take its place. I’m not sure how many I had, but I was feeling pretty good by the time we left. Martin picked up the check, which I allowed him to do without my usual end-of-date argument because a tankard of pilsner costs the equivalent of thirty cents American, and our food cost only a little more, making this—and me—a pretty cheap date.

  Afterward, we went back to his place, which was conveniently right around the corner. Once there, I again put up no argument as he led me to the bed and started to undress me. I let him strip me completely, and then I did the same to him. I ran my fingers over his muscled torso as I pushed off his shirt, then smiled when I pulled his pants down over his hips and his erection sprang right up in front of me. He was as ready to go as I was.

  Martin kissed me for a moment before moving me onto my back and getting between my legs. Then he slid down until his mouth hovered above my pussy, and before I knew what was happening, his tongue was on my clit. I jumped at the contact and grasped the sheets as he began lapping at my cunt. He sucked at my lips and clit and pumped two fingers in and out of my hole. Soon he had me screaming with orgasm, his face awash in my juices.

  It was his turn now, so I flipped us over to reverse our positions. With one huge gulp I swallowed his entire length and Martin threaded his fingers in my hair as my head bobbed up and down. His spongy cockhead repeatedly hit the back of my throat, and when I felt him swell inside my mouth, I knew he wouldn’t last long. He was groaning and panting, yelling out my name, so I sucked harder, my chin brushing his balls on the downstroke. I deep-throated him with ease, and when his shaft throbbed against my tongue I prepared myself for the deluge. But instead of feeding me his load, Martin pulled his hard cock out of my mouth.

  He grabbed me by the armpits and pulled me up so that I was on top of him and straddling his thighs, which left no question as to what he wanted next. I was so wet and his cock was so covered in saliva that my pussy enveloped his length easily as I sank down. When he was buried to the balls I began moving in a slow, rhythmic style that quickened as he began thrusting his hips upward to drive his cock into me. He grasped my asscheeks to guide me in the pace that he desired, our bodies slapping together.

  Smiling up at me, Martin moved his hands from my ass to squeeze my tits and run his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. “Oh, God,” I whispered as I was brought to the brink of orgasm. Then one breast was abandoned and a thumb pressed to my clit sent me over the edge. I threw back my head and groaned as my cunt contracted around Martin’s cock. He followed suit a moment later and I could feel the warmth of his creamy release as his cock pulsed inside me.

  I rose off of Martin’s dick while he was still coming and quickly moved down to catch the rest of his load in my mouth. Then I licked my lips, settled in beside him, and fell asleep, still a little jet-lagged. I woke in the morning to the smell of fresh coffee, or kava, and then Martin dropped me off at my apartment before heading to work at the café.

  Martin and I hung out a bunch of times while I was in Prague. As well as being a wonderful lover, he was also a very good tour guide, showing me parts of the city most tourists don’t get to see. Meeting him made my trip to the Czech Republic even better than I had imagined, and I hope to get back there soon.

  —E.S., Baltimore, Maryland

  YOUNG LOVERS TRADE CHILL OF THE MIDWEST FOR THE SENSUAL HEAT OF MARTINIQUE

  Will and I had been planning on taking a warm-weather vacation together for months. We decided on Martinique when we heard of its incredible sailing and snorkeling, the island’s active volcano, Mount Pelée, and its European flavor—a little bit of Paris in the Caribbean Sea. Will was also particularly intrigued by the thought of me sunbathing topless alongside stretches of other topless women on miles of soft, sandy beaches. And, I have to admit, I was excited by the idea, too.

  We arrived at Martinique’s only airport in the city of Lamentin—about twenty minutes from Fort-de-France, the capital—at midday and began the drive in our rental car to the resort along the southern coast. The immediate impact of the hot sun against our chilled Midwestern skin was almost overwhelming. We took the top down to get the full effect of the warm breeze, and then to get in the spirit of the island, Will convinced me to take my top down as well and expose my breasts to the sun for the first time.

  We’d been traveling since early morning and this was our first chance to relax and be alone, and the drastic rise in temperature was causing a very obvious rise in Will’s pants. Sitting bare-chested beside my handsome boyfriend, thousands of miles from home, made me excited and restless at the same time. I couldn’t wait to feel his naked body pressed against mine, and I was squirming in my seat in anticipatio
n.

  Will took one hand off the steering wheel, which made me a little nervous considering the snakelike roads we were driving on, but then placed it on my exposed breast, and I felt soothed by his touch. We realized that there was no way we’d make it to the hotel without a pit stop, so Will pulled over to a row of frangipani trees on the side of the road and feverishly buried his face in my tits. He hungrily sucked on my nipples, teasing them with quick flicks of his tongue and then slower circles on the surrounding areolas. I was getting so wet, I reached for his zipper, ready to unleash his cock. Realizing what I was planning to do next, Will lifted his face from my chest and kissed me on the mouth while unexpectedly thrusting his hand between my legs, which made me gasp.

  Under the shade of the frangipani, Will delved into my panties, deftly parting my slick labia and finding my already-throbbing clit. He pressed on it with increasing pressure as it hardened under his fingers. I was already almost coming when Will suddenly pulled down my jeans and panties and dove face first into my hot pussy. I nearly exploded when he positioned my clit between his teeth. He sucked and sucked on it as I covered his face in my overflowing juices as waves of pleasure deluged me. He slid two fingers inside me, and my vagina pulsated around them as my orgasm peaked and then gradually subsided, leaving me panting, quivering, and eager to make Will come, too.

  I could taste my nectar on his lips as I licked them clean, and then the sea air that clung to his neck and the tender spot under his ear. Will moaned in delight when my tongue trailed its way down his lean body to his naked cock, and I took it wholly into my mouth. It quickly stiffened to full erection between my lips, and I sucked it with long, deep throaty motions that kept him groaning while he smoothed down my hair that was being blown around by the wind.

  I rubbed his balls while humming my way up and down his shaft and nibbling at the cockhead. I could feel that last bit of expansion of his cock and then the stream of thick come that shot down my throat. I drew the last drops of it out of his member and then kissed him, mingling the taste of him with the fresh Caribbean air. We were in paradise.

  When we finally arrived at the resort, after our delicious detour, we took a short nap, then a walk along the beach as the sun was setting. The pinks and golds of the sky met the turquoise blue of the water in a fantastic color display along the horizon. It was amazing feeling Will’s arms around me and his warm breath on my neck as we gazed into the seemingly endless sea.

  We were tempted to strip off our clothes and dive right into the water, but decided that we should get some dinner. Our sexual appetites had been temporarily sated, but we were still ravenous for food! So we shared a long passionate kiss and then headed to the dining room of the resort to satisfy our hunger.

  And the island sure did offer us a feast—freshly caught fish, fruits in a rainbow of colors, free-flowing wines, and an array of French cheeses and warm baguettes. Will smeared a chunk of bread with Brie and slowly fed it to me. His fingers brushed against my lips as he eased in the large morsel, then dipped into my mouth, moistening themselves on my tongue. After I swallowed, I caught one of his fingertips between my teeth and bit down on it, savoring its buttery flavor. My tongue played with it, encircling it with wet warmth, sucking on it firmly. When I finally let him go, I breathed into his ear that I couldn’t wait to have him inside me again.

  As we headed back to our room to continue where our sensual eating game left off, Will pointed out the luminous reflection of moonlight on the water. We stopped to stare, and suddenly he had swept me up into his arms and was running into the water. He stopped when we were submerged to our waists and quickly stripped me of my drenched sarong and tank top. His own clothes seemed to fly off him, and soon we were completely naked and he was pulling me in deeper until only our heads and shoulders bobbed above the water’s surface.

  I wrapped my legs around his tapered torso and pressed my breasts tightly up against his chest, breathless and exhilarated from Will’s spontaneous act. We kissed deeply and I started to devour the skin of his neck, sucking on his sensitive spot, hearing him moan in delight. I could feel his stiff cock slide against my slit, and easily, he slipped inside me. He began thrusting away at my cunt and I closed my eyes and arched my back so that my breasts were above water and bobbing in his face. He bit my nipples and I kept arching back so that his cock could go in deeper. It felt so incredible fucking him right there in the water.

  I reached down and rubbed my clit while his shaft kept pounding me with pleasure-filled strokes. I was carried away by the moment and so close to coming. I dug my heels into Will’s ass and gripped his waist firmly with my thighs, pulling him deeper and deeper into my open pussy.

  As my orgasm was building, my pussy was getting hotter and hotter even in the cool water. While Will’s demanding cock was pushing its length into my cunt, it ground against my engorged clit with each stroke in and out. Soon I erupted in the most overpowering orgasm of my life, forcing me to grab on to Will’s back for support as my body started to shake and screams of ecstasy came out of my mouth.

  My hot pussy contracted and clenched around Will’s cock as it shot its hot load in a series of quick final thrusts that kept reigniting my fiery clit. When he finally slowed down, I relaxed the vise my legs had made around him and opened my eyes to the sky, noticing the moon glowing above us. Will looked up, too, and then directly at me and smiled. We kissed again and then entangled ourselves in a wet embrace. Martinique had already been explosive for us, even though Mount Pelée has not erupted in almost a hundred years!

  We spent the rest of the days of our vacation sunbathing—topless, of course—and eyeing the other bare breasts on the beach, and then running off to our room when the sight of naked skin got us excited. And the rest of our nights? Well, we spent them pretty much reliving the first, all under the glorious light of the Martinique moon.

  —E.M., Dubuque, Iowa

  PASSION IN PORTUGAL—BACKPACKING BEAUTIES, JACKIE AND PAMELA, MEET MUSCULAR MARIO

  Right after we’d graduated college, my friend Jackie and I spent our last few months of freedom backpacking through Western Europe. We’d been roommates for the last two years of school and shared almost everything: notes, clothes, and even the occasional lover. We were that close.

  That was why our trip to Portugal was such a blast. Since we’d already done many of the major European cities—London, Paris, Madrid—we decided it was time for something a little more low-key, namely a beach. Our guidebook recommended the Estoril coast of Portugal, which boasted “Europe’s largest casino.” And, the book went on to mention, since the season was still off-peak, accommodations would be available and affordable.

  We stayed in the town of Cascais, which was just a short walk up the coast from the town of Estoril. During the day we sunbathed on the beach. It was too cold to go in the water, but the sun was warm and quickly tanned our bodies and made us more relaxed than we’d been in weeks. Sightseeing and pub hopping can take a lot out of a girl. Our nights, however, were entirely different. We donned our finest clothes (which, since we were living out of our backpacks, weren’t all that fine) and hit the casino for an evening of eating, gambling, and dancing. Casino Estoril has a number of rooms for dining and entertainment, complete with pretty showgirls, in addition to the gaming rooms.

  On our second night on the Portuguese coast, we ate a late dinner at a Japanese restaurant and then hit the casino. We both started out in the slot machine room, then I decided to check out the roulette wheel while Jackie went to dance. So we split up, making plans to meet up later for a drink.

  I didn’t have much money, so my gambling for that evening didn’t last long. I decided to head over to the Wonder Bar and find Jackie and hang out with a drink for a while. When I got there, I grabbed a martini and then found her on the dance floor and caught her eye. She gave me a smile loaded with meaning, so I took a close look at her partner. He was gorgeous, the embodiment of tall, dark, and handsome. As they danced, he grabbed her ass and
pulled her against him. I could tell there was more going on there, so I gave her a signal that said “see you back at the hotel . . . maybe.” Jackie signaled for me to stay. Maybe he has a friend, I thought, and found a place at the bar.

  At the end of the song, Jackie and her friend came over to me. She introduced him as Mario and said that we’d been invited back to his place for a nightcap. He was even more attractive up close, and I could see his muscular arms and chest through his tight-fitting T-shirt. I wanted to go, but not if it meant that Jackie would not be getting laid that night. However, she gave me a wink that said there was more to this invitation than a round of drinks for us both, so I grabbed my purse and headed out with them.

  Mario lived a few miles away from the casino, and he drove us to his apartment. Once there, he poured us each a glass of port and we all got comfortable on the couch. After chatting for a few minutes, I got up to use the bathroom and when I returned, Jackie and Mario were making out on the couch. I cleared my throat to make my presence known, and without breaking the kiss, Mario patted the couch next to him, so I went and sat down.

  Mario finally pulled away from Jackie and drew me toward him. Our open mouths met and his tongue searched out for mine. As the two of us kissed, I reached out to feel his bulging crotch and met with my friend’s hand there. Together we caressed his dick as it hardened and grew, taking turns kissing him while he searched out our pussies. We were both wearing short skirts and had opted to go pantyless that night, so his was a pretty easy task.

  By this point I was already wet, and I was sure that Jackie was as well. It had been a while since either of us had gotten laid because we’d been wrapped up in finishing college and then traveling. We’d discussed how good it would be to experience a nice hard cock once again, and now it looked like we’d get to do that, and together.