Letters to Penthouse XXVI

by Penthouse International

  We both took off our shirts and then I unzipped Mario’s jeans while Jackie pulled off his T-shirt. His chest was smooth and broad, and I watched my friend lean forward to tongue his pointy nipples. As she was taking care of the top half of his body, I turned to the bottom. His cock was now in my hand, warm and pulsing, so I lowered my head to take it into my mouth. It tasted a little salty from the sweat he’d worked up dancing, and I savored the taste as I covered each and every inch with my tongue. Mario just groaned as he thrust between my wide-stretched lips, soon hitting the back of my throat with his dick.

  After I’d been sucking him for a few minutes, Mario tangled his hand in my hair and yanked my head up off his dick. He moved me onto the floor and roughly pushed up my skirt, then mounted me. Jackie helped him work off his jeans and soon his cock was poised at my slippery cunt. Taking his cock in her hand, Jackie guided it in, then played with my clitoris as Mario began to thrust. Sliding a hand up her skirt, I returned the favor, stoking her fire with my fingers while my Portuguese lover pounded into my pussy. It wasn’t long before I was screaming out in ecstasy.

  As soon as I’d finished coming, Mario withdrew from my cunt, then pulled Jackie on top of me so that our breasts were squashed together and our pussies touched. We kissed passionately as Mario took his place behind us, lining his cock up with my best friend’s dripping hole. She moaned into my mouth as he slowly impaled her, and I could feel her whole body shake when his movements quickened.

  Suddenly the movements stopped and Jackie was still, then a groan rose from deep in her throat and I knew that he was filling her ass with his cock. He couldn’t possibly have known that anal sex was my friend’s favorite, but I could see by the look on his face that he was also an aficionado of that act. His eyes were closed tight, sweat poured down his brow, and his mouth was open wide as he gasped in deep breaths of air. It seemed that he was going to come soon as well.

  Jackie could barely hold our lip-lock now, so overwhelmed was she by the sensations Mario had created by shoving his hard dick in her ass. Her body was heavy on mine and it rubbed up against my clit, and soon I found myself once again reaching climax. I bucked up against Jackie, hoping to induce her orgasm as well. I guess it helped, because soon she was moaning her pleasure and then screaming for Mario to fuck her harder and come in her ass.

  There was no way that Jackie’s snug ass squeezing around his pistoning erection wasn’t going to make him come, but he had other ideas as to how to do it. Pulling out of her, he rolled her off me so that we were lying side by side on the floor, our breasts heaving from our exertions, our legs wide open and ready. “Finger each other,” he said in his wonderfully accented English, and as we complied he began pumping his dick in his hand.

  With our arms crossed over our bodies, our fingers were hard at work on each other’s clit, sometimes sliding down into each other’s wet hole. Mario watched intently, his own hand busy at his cock, which looked angry and red as it jutted out from his washboard stomach. We put on quite a show for him, moaning, writhing, and licking our lips as we finger-fucked each other almost to completion. Without having to say anything, both Jackie and I knew what we were waiting for before we would come.

  Mario moved up a bit so that he was on his knees, straddling Jackie’s left leg and my right. His fist flew over his cock until finally he let out a huge groan and come shot from the tip. His pearly semen splattered all over our breasts and stomachs, and I even got a little bit in my hair. As this liquid warmth covered us, Jackie and I let go as well, gasping through clenched teeth as we came together. Then Mario collapsed on top of us, pulling us into his arms for one last embrace.

  After a short while we got up and cleaned the come off our bodies. We dressed, and Mario gave us a lift back to our hostel. Exhausted, Jackie and I hit the sack immediately, though we stayed up late into the night talking and giggling about our experience with the Portuguese stud. Later, when we’d returned from our European adventure, we both agreed that our night in Estoril had been the best of the entire trip.

  —P.E., Los Angeles, California

  FISHERMAN MAKES SURE LOVELY ISLAND NATIVE IS NOT THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY

  My buddy Bill and I had saved all year for what we expected to be our greatest fishing excursion to date. We were headed to Belize, a country the size of New Hampshire, in Central America. We arrived in Belize City early Monday morning, then boarded a small plane to the island known as Ambergris Caye. As we flew over the Atlantic, Bill pointed out how clear the water was. We could actually see an eagle ray swimming from the plane!

  When we checked into the fishing lodge, we were so eager to get out on the water that we asked if there was a guide available for a couple of hours. It was as easy as that: We dropped our bags, grabbed our rods, and jumped on the boat. Heading straight out to a reef, we baited our hooks with the live yellowtail snappers we found in the boat’s well. About sixty feet from the reef we began to see some action. Whatever was down there was biting our bait right in half!

  My heart pounded as I finally snagged something. I battled with the fish for some time, with Bill and the guide cheering me on, as I landed my first barracuda of the week. We quickly learned that the waters were full of many amazing sea creatures, including jellyfish, conches, octopi, and starfish. We caught some snappers and another barracuda before heading back to the lodge.

  Exhausted from our travels and our day spent in the steamy Belize heat, we showered and turned in knowing it was going to be an eventful week.

  We got an early start the next morning, opting to stay in the shallow water and fish for tarpon. The day proved even better than the last as we fly-fished, casting our lines about eighty feet into the clear water and pulling in what we had come for. The guide made us lunch right there on the shore, grilling fish straight from the ocean so we wouldn’t miss any good fishing time. Bill got the biggest catch of the day, a forty-four pounder.

  Back at the lodge we cleaned ourselves up and then ate an early Creole dinner. We made it to the small bar just in time for happy hour. This was my kind of place, decorated with dark paneling, fishing net, and plastic crabs and lobsters. The bar stools were filled with sunburned men drinking beer and trading fishing stories. Each man had an incredible tale about the one that got away.

  I had just ordered another beer when I noticed an island beauty enter the bar. She had long black wavy hair and a deep, even tan. I checked to be sure I had remembered to put on a clean shirt. The last thing I ever expected was that I’d meet a woman on this trip. I hadn’t even shaved in three days and my beard was growing in heavy. She walked up beside me and leaned over the bar to kiss the bartender on the cheek, then ordered a drink and sat down.

  Her dark eyes were friendly as she nodded her head at a couple of guides sitting at a nearby table. Then she noticed my gaze. She smiled, knowing that I was staring at the shark’s tooth that hung between her cleavage. Clutching the tooth in her hand, she leaned closer so that I could get a better look. My face was so close to her neck when she asked me if I had any luck at sea. It was all I could do to keep from licking the soft skin of her neck, but I controlled myself and sat back. I learned that her name was Marianna and she was a scuba instructor on the island. Belize has the largest living reef in the world, which makes it a popular spot for divers.

  We talked for hours about our love of the sea and all the places we’d traveled. I noticed that she was really warming up to me, getting closer with every giggle. I had completely forgotten about Bill when he tapped me on the shoulder and told me he was turning in for the night. “Don’t stay out too late,” he said with a knowing smile. “We’ll be getting up at dawn.”

  Marianna was wearing a loose-fitting tank top and a long sarong. As she sat back on the stool, her thigh peeked out through the slit. I ran my hand over her skin and was suddenly aware of my callused, stained hands, but she put me at ease by covering it with hers and inviting me for a romantic walk on the beach.

  We walked along the san
d, holding our sandals and each other’s hand. The water washed over our toes in the darkness and my cock throbbed. I wanted to make love to her in the worst way. I looked around to see if we were alone, but she already knew we were. Pressing her body against mine, Marianna kissed me gently. I could taste the salt from the misty air on our lips as I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

  Marianna pulled my shirt from my pants, took it off, then let it fly a few feet away from us. She kissed my neck and chest, sucking my nipples into her mouth and nipping at them with her teeth. I moaned my appreciation but then, without warning, the beauty before me stopped her licking and stepped back. She untied her sarong to reveal her swimmer’s body. Her belly was flat, her thighs hard, and her calves thin and muscular. She was wearing a little black G-string that made her tan lines visible. I could tell that her bathing suits weren’t much bigger.

  With the sarong flattened out on the sand, she lay her half-naked body on top of it and offered herself to me. In one motion I pulled off my shorts and boxers, then dropped to my knees to remove what little she was still wearing. When she was naked save for the shark-tooth necklace, I explored her whole body, starting with the nape of her neck and working my way down. I kissed the curve of her breasts as she lay on her back, her nipples erect between my fingers. I sucked one into my mouth and pulled my head back. She seemed to like that and pulled my head hard against her bosom.

  My hard cock was throbbing against her thigh and she was trying to shift her hips in a way to align it with her pussy. Reaching between her legs, I ran my fingers along her slit. She was so wet that I easily slid two fingers into her. Marianna was quick to follow my lead, reaching down to grasp my hard-on.

  She mimicked my speed, working my cock as slowly as I was finger-fucking her, just enjoying the sensations of a new lover. When Marianna began to grind her hips hard against my fingers, I sped up my motions, fucking her harder. I knew she wanted to come as she pumped my cock faster. I grunted, trying to hold back my climax and rolled my thumb over her clit. Marianna began to shake uncontrollably and I knew she was coming hard. Her orgasm was so powerful that she released my cock and raised her hands to her head, pushing her hair away from her face, then wrapping her arms around my neck.

  The side of my face was pressed against her chest as she came down. We were both sweating and I gave her a second to relax. As soon as her breathing slowed, Marianna pulled me up to face her. She took my cock in her hand again and aligned it with her pussy. Thrusting my hips forward, I was enveloped by her sex, her wiry pubic hairs tickling my shaft as I moved in and out of her. Marianna wrapped her legs around my back and met me thrust for thrust. She was sinking deeper into the sand, so I placed my hands under her head to make her more comfortable.

  We were locked together on the beach, the ocean lapping at the shore behind us. After a while Marianna flipped me over and began to ride my cock. I reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands, pinching her nipples and spurring her to move faster. I was right on the brink and she was moving faster, slamming herself down against my pelvis on every stroke.

  Lost in my lust, I took hold of her hips to manipulate her movements. My balls tightened and I shot my come into Marianna as she shook and came on top of me. She collapsed on my chest and I thrust two more times into her to get the last of my come out.

  After a little rest we got up and attempted to brush the sand off one another. It was still stuck to our skin, but I was so tired after I walked her home that I just fell into bed back at the lodge. It seemed as if I had just hit the pillow when Bill woke me. As I got dressed, Bill laughed at all the sand in my bed.

  I fell asleep on the boat a couple of times that morning, but it didn’t matter. After all, I was on vacation and I wouldn’t have wanted to recount another story about the one that got away.

  —K.D., Tallahassee, Florida

  A SPARK OF DESIRE BECOMES A RAGING FIRE WHEN OLD FRIENDS REUNITE IN ENGLAND

  It had been about eight years since I’d seen the University of Oxford and my friend Edward. He was an old friend from my post-college days when I spent a year doing research at Oxford. We had remained casual friends and kept in touch via quippy postcards and e-mail. Since we’d both become college professors of literature, albeit on opposite sides of the Atlantic, we had a lot in common, and often discussed our various research projects along with exchanging anecdotes about our course loads, students, and the other faculty.

  I had been very attracted to him when we were students together, and our friendship managed to survive into our more settled adult lives. So, when I told Edward about a trip to Paris to visit a girlfriend, he insisted, in a most gentlemanly way, that I take an extra couple of days and visit him and our old haunts around Oxford.

  I had to admit that the thought of sipping Pimm’s and lemonade in the pubs of Oxford was deliciously appealing, as was the thought of seeing Edward again. All through the five-hour plane ride and then the hour-and-a-half coach ride from Heathrow to Oxford—driving on the opposite side of the road, of course—I was imagining how he must have changed in the past few years. When I stepped off the coach, I recognized him instantly: tall and lean, with a neatly trimmed goatee, longish brown hair that befits a British professor, and a contagious smile that stopped me dead in my tracks. I remembered the slender man in my memories and was pleased that time had been more than kind to him.

  When he caught sight of my long blonde hair, which hasn’t changed much in the years we’ve been apart, he rushed toward me and immediately swept all five feet eight inches of me into his arms so that my feet were high in the air. He kissed me long and deep, the way I had secretly always hoped he would, sending a shiver of excitement up and down my body. A delightful tingling of sexual anticipation lingered deep in my pussy and I was so glad I had decided to accept his invitation.

  Edward picked up my bags and grabbed me by the hand, eager to get our visit under way. Recognizing that I was probably tired from the flight, he led me the few blocks to his house. Every stone-faced building and every brick-lined street seemed to hold a wonderful memory for me, and I was embraced by a romantic sense of nostalgia, as if I were stepping back into my past.

  We entered his charming three-story house, and Edward carried my bags up the stairs to his bedroom. There was a vase full of red roses by the bay window, and an enormous four-poster dark wooden bed handsomely made with stark white sheets, two large fluffy pillows, and a thick, white downy duvet. It looked so romantic and inviting after my long flight that I just dove, headfirst, right into it. Edward laughed, watching me roll around in the plush bed, and offered to leave me alone so I could get some rest.

  Admittedly, I was tired from my journey, but the excitement of seeing him and being back in Oxford, with all of its history and many wonderful memories, had my mind reeling. I knew that sleep was just about impossible for me. Instead, as Edward walked through the door and closed it behind him, I got up on my knees and called out to him to come to me. I reached out my hand and he clasped it in his, smoothing his thumb over mine. It was a delicate gesture that made my juices flow wildly with desire for him. I pulled him closer to me and continued where our first kiss had left off.

  His tongue gently prodded mine, but after a few moments a surge of passion swelled through us and the soft prodding quickly became a hard and deep probing of our lips, tongues, and mouths. He eased me back on the luxuriant bed and covered my face and neck with passionate kisses. He took my face in his hands and told me in his most sexy English accent to relax and enjoy every second of the pleasure he was about to give me. He said that he had been waiting years to touch me and had played this very moment over and over again in his mind.

  I was consumed with lust for him, so overwhelmed that I could only nod my agreement. He slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slid it off my shoulders, revealing my lacy white bra. My nipples pointed sharply through the lace and he pinched one between his fingers through the thin fabric. I arched my back as he slid his hands beneath me and undid
my bra, letting my large breasts spill out. He cupped them together with both hands and slowly licked up and down my cleavage, then teased me with flicks of his tongue on my hardened nipples, alternating between them. Still holding my breasts together, he buried his face between my mounds of flesh, rubbing his soft goatee against my tender skin, the prickles of which made my nipples almost ache with stiffness.

  Edward now leaned back and stripped off his clothes, revealing a smooth chest and a trim waist. I was pleasantly surprised to see that his cock was both long and thick, and I felt my pussy drip for want of it.

  I slid off my jeans and my damp panties and he tossed them aside, sliding his whole naked body tightly up against mine until our eyes met, only inches apart. He slowly traced my lips with his fingers, then dipped them into my mouth for me to suck. After coating them heavily with my saliva, he kissed me again while sliding his moistened fingers down my flat stomach to the soft fur of my pussy. His fingers met the hot wetness of my vagina as he spread my labia and rubbed my honeyed slit. His mouth was firmly pressed against mine as he fondled my pussy lips and then centered his fingers on my aroused clitoris. I squealed as he slipped two fingers into my cunt while resting his thumb on my clit, and then slowly rubbed my ruby gem as his fingers explored my wet tunnel.

  I felt the climax building within me, and my breathing grew fast and heavy. His fingers thrust in and out of my pussy as I was overtaken by an orgasm that left me shaking. Edward smiled at me as I came, and before I had fully recovered, he moved down my body and kissed my clit, holding it between his lips, sending me right away into another crashing orgasm. He stroked my pussy lovingly and kissed my thighs as I came back down to earth.