Letters to Penthouse XIII (17 page)

Opening my eyes, I’m surprised to see that I’ve got a guest at my bedside. “Charlotte!” I scream, trying to cover my nakedness. She smiles, then leans over to plant a kiss on the end of my glans. Her lips leave their mark, the smooth crown of my penis coated with red lipstick. I keep pumping away, but don’t know how to react to my visitor.

Caught in the midst of doing something so private paralyzes me with embarrassment. I stop. My organ quickly softens and droops. “Don’t stop,” she giggles. “I want to watch you.”

I smile nervously and begin stroking myself again. My soft organ stiffens and sprouts skyward.

“I stopped by to see if you wanted to go for a hike with me,” she says, “but this is way better than a hike.” I’m still stroking myself when Charlotte loosens my fist and peels my fingers one by one from around my shaft.

“Oh yes,” I breathe in a whisper as Charlotte takes my hands and pushes them aside. Staring down at my penis, she says admiringly, “You have a lovely organ.” Curiously, she holds on to my erection. Lovingly, she strokes it. Then she leans down and licks along my pee slit and around the sensitive underside of the head. Her feathery tongue causes my ruby helmet to flare out. Watching my face and throbbing cock, she senses I’m on the verge of coming and stops licking. She quickly wraps two fingers around the base and squeezes tight. Her fingers pause to sift through the thatch of dark curls at the top of my thighs. She stops masturbating me only long enough to play with my thick mat of tangled pubes. Licking a path up my hairy chest, she stops at my nipples. She licks a small circle around one, then blows a stream of warm breath on it. Her touch is electric and feels nice!

Sweeping her tongue across my nipples, they wrinkle and harden. My rosy areolae pucker, my soft nipples turn erect like little raisins. Tweaking one tender nipple between her fingers, then the other, sends a thrilling jolt through me. When she sucks them I again feel like I’m about to come. I pull her face towards mine and kiss her sweetly on the lips. She pushes her tongue in my mouth and kisses me back hard.

Plunging her tongue past my teeth, she swirls it expertly around the inside of my mouth and giggles when I tickle her gums with my tongue. She sticks her tongue into my mouth. I suck it hard before finally letting it go.

Finding the swollen package between my legs, her dainty fingers fondle the contents of my ball sac. Five red-nailed fingers probe my testicles. She squeezes my swollen nuts.

“God, yes,” I pant each time she squeezes them. Charlotte smiles sweetly and squeezes again, stopping only when I moan. She lifts my sac in her palm as if to weigh the contents and lovingly examines the reddish skin and the bristly hairs, feeling the wonder of my treasure hidden inside. “I love your balls,” she says.

Charlotte finds my tube of lube on the floor. She drizzles the sticky liquid onto my ball sac and watches intently as it runs slowly down between my legs. I beckon her to coat my body with more lubrication. I feel the cool lube ooze deep into my crack. Gently easing my legs apart, she slips her slick, slippery fingers past my balls to my anus. She begins rubbing around the rim of my tightly puckered flesh, pressing inward, harder and harder and with increasing determination until she feels it blossoming open.

Breaking through the tight ring of muscle, her slender finger pops into a thick softness. I draw in a deep breath and try to hold still, but I can’t help bucking my hips back and forth as my flesh milks her finger and beckons it deeper inside me.

Probing this sensitive area, the tip of her finger finds my sweet spot, the prostate. My soft butt mounds quiver against her small palm. I’ve never been done quite this way before, I want to tell her, but I keep quiet and concentrate on the feeling.

She lets go of my cock and we watch in awe as my swollen organ falls back against my belly with an audible slap. I watch my cock pulsate and throb and I desperately want to grab hold of it. But Charlotte pushes my hand away and says, “No! Don’t touch it yet!”

Her intense anal stimulation makes my erection swell even more. My cock skin turns taut and glossy with a healthy crimson hue. The veins along the top match the rhythm of my beating heart. Drops of clear fluid dribble out my pee slit and slither down my shaft. My head is spinning from an overload of sensual pleasure. The intense pressure that’s built up inside me has got to be released. I’m straining for a climax.

“Charlotte, let me come,” I beg, “please!” She doesn’t say a word in response, she merely nods her head. Then Charlotte wiggles her finger inside me even faster. She’s rubbing the walnut-sized organ nonstop so I can climax. I’m rocking my hips in anticipation of my upcoming orgasm.

Watching my face contort and my hips sway out of control, she knows the time is near. My penis quivers and, without even being touched, erupts like a volcano. Waves of semen are released into the air. My screams of pleasure are mixed with jets of semen. Charlotte holds my penis while I’m spurting to direct the jetting seed to land on my pubes. When I’m done, Charlotte tugs her slender finger from my snug anal opening. “You came hard,” she says, rubbing the warm, sticky deposits into the flesh of my tummy.

She goes to the bathroom and returns promptly with a warm washcloth to wipe the sticky goo off me. Basking in my afterglow, she says, “Do me now.”

“Yes, dear, I will,” I assure her.

I reach up to the neckline of her gauzy blouse and tug it open hard. The buttons snap off easily as my fingers march down the front of her blouse. In seconds the material is torn open and drapes around her waist.

Her full breasts look pale against the dark bronze skin of her torso. Pinkish areolae appear to glow while held captive inside the cups of her sheer, frilly bra. I can no longer resist temptation and drop my head down to tongue the center of each breast. I do the right one, then the other. “Lick me! Lick me!” she moans. Under the spell of my tongue, she throws her head from side to side and sighs contentedly.

Her nipples pucker and harden like cherry pits under my tongue. She leans back and I notice that I’ve left a trail of wet marks zigzagging across the front of her bra.

Yanking the bra’s front snap, I set her confined breasts free and they spill out into my hands. My fingers tenderly trace a path around her tits, then down her sleek belly, stopping at the top of her jeans. Charlotte kicks off her shoes and sets about getting out of her tight pants. Leaning on me, she steps out of her jeans, then slips off her panties.

I see her pussy is covered with a wispy, blonde patch of pubic hair. I want her, but I’m not sure where I should begin. As if reading my mind, Charlotte spreads her legs and parts the lips of her cunt to give me a glimpse inside.

“Now touch yourself, Charlotte,” I urge. She willingly slides a bony finger up inside to stroke her clit. Her head falls back and loud moans tumble from her lips. She withdraws her moist finger, then wiggles it to call me to her.

“Come here,” she says, pointing to her pussy. I nuzzle up to her vagina, the lips slick with anticipation. She pulls my head forward, her hard clit hanging down, and places my tongue snugly into position.

I lick gently all around her love button and tongue her up one side and down the other. Wound up to her point of no return, my tongue attacks her clit with a barrage of steady flicks.

“Make me come!” she squeals. Her slippery juices pour freely from her cunny and onto my waiting, welcoming face. Charlotte rocks her hips back and form to the beat of my hot tongue. She takes my head in her hands and pulls at me, directing my tongue to exactly where she wants it.

Holding her lips apart, she watches me perform my duties. I’m sure the sight of my crimson tongue tip caressing her clit makes her even hotter. Her quiet whimpers of pleasure become raucous moans of ecstasy. Overwhelmed with gratification at the orgasm I’m giving her, Charlotte collapses on top of me. “Yes! I’m there!” she howls. When her cunt spasms, a stream of female ejaculate runs down her legs. I’m sure the entire neighborhood must know she’s being had. But I don’t stifle her cries during her pleasure.

“I’m not faking,” she sasses, “and I’ll prove it.” She parts her lips so I can see that her sex is sopping wet. She lets go of her clingy cunt and the lips seem to snap shut.

She sits down on my laundry hamper to savor her afterglow. I wet a wash cloth with warm water and begin the pleasant task of cleaning her loins. “Thank you,” she beams.

“The way you were shaking from head to toe I knew you weren’t faking,” I tell her. After resting a moment, she sits on the bed next to me and says she wants to sleep.

“Wait, I’ll join you,” I say. Charlotte lays her head back on a pillow, then spreads her legs so I get a view of her cunt. Her hand falls between her legs, playing with the moisture that has pooled there and begins to spread on the sheet in front of her mound. She brings her fingers to her lips to taste them, letting them trail down between her breasts and down to her belly.

I stand in front of the bed and Charlotte motions for me to lie between her legs and spreads them wide. I rest my head on her mound and look at her adoringly, grateful that she would come over to ask me out on a hike and thankful that we found another way to spend time together.

Since our first encounter, we’ve become good friends and sex partners. Charlotte lives on my street, just three houses away, so our sex is convenient, frequent and incredible. Yes, it
is
possible to love thy neighbor.—
H.T., North Manchester, Indiana

IF HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, THIS APARTMENT IS WHERE THE HARD-ON IS

Building 259 wasn’t just another apartment complex. Love was in the air between two neighbors, they just didn’t know it yet. Geoffrey and Holly had been living next to each other for a year and had exchanged nothing but a “Hello” in passing. But that was about to change, very soon.

Holly was a five-foot-eight, one-hundred-ten pound bombshell waiting to explode, with waist-length, sable-black hair and deep sea-blue eyes. Her skin was tanned like a lightly browned piece of toast. Many men look at Holly, just yearning to slip their tongue into her sultry, pink pussy. Holly was not one to play fair, though, wearing her beaver-length sundresses with a set of G-string love huggers almost daily. She loves to show off her juicy upper thighs with the delicate hairs that glimmer in the sun as she strolls down the street, hoping that every man who sees her aches to suck the come out of her pussy.

Geoffrey, on the other hand, was a six-foot-two, two-hundred-twenty pound piece of beefcake with a ten-inch pole that really helps a woman come. Geoffrey, knowing that the ladies love his meat, likes to show it off by wearing low-rise briefs that really help show off his dick.

It was a hot and humid night, and a fast, intense summer shower had just passed through our little town. Holly had returned home about midnight, after an evening of drinking with her friends at the local nightclub/meat market. As fate would have it, Holly was not going to cuddle up in front of her TV in her birthday suit that night. Holly, after having a few too many, got out of her car and, in her extremely drunken state, accidentally locked her keys in the ignition. Upset and panicked by her thoughtlessness and bad luck, Holly ran to Geoffrey’s apartment and began banging on the huge oak door. Geoffrey had been asleep, but could not ignore the pounding.

He popped up off the couch and staggered to his front door while scratching the huge teabag that sags under his massive pole. As he reached for the door, Geoffrey’s cock stood straight up as if he were saluting the President of the United States. More than just needing to relieve himself, Geoffrey must have smelled the inviting pussy that was waiting outside for him. He slowly opened the door, and bit by bit, a stunning slice of ass emerged before his slowly focusing eyes.

Holly, flashing a half-drawn, girlish smile, stood in the doorway, glowing. Geoffrey looked her up and down, but focused his beating eyes on her heavy tits. “Geoffrey … Geoffrey …” she slurred. He couldn’t take his eyes off her tits, and stood there imagining what her nipples looked like unencumbered by the material that hid them from his view. His eyes finally broke away from Holly’s tits long enough for him to look deep into her eyes. He couldn’t believe that he’d never hooked up with his beautiful neighbor before. “What’s up?” Geoffrey asked.

“I need some help,” Holly said, with a sexy smile.

“Well! I sure hope I can help. What is it you need?”

“It’s my keys,” Holly half slurred and half stuttered. “I locked them in my panties. I mean my
car!”
she laughed.

“Well, fuck me. That is a problem, isn’t it? Come on in and use my phone, if you’d like to.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” Holly said as she walked in the doorway, gliding past him on her firm, muscular legs. Geoffrey could smell the erotic scent of a woman’s perfume as Holly passed by and nearly dropped to his knees in reverence. Geoffrey could also smell the scent of hormone in the air and hoped that before long that smell would turn to the aroma of hot, sweaty sex.

Holly found the phone on Geoffrey’s kitchen table and tried finding a locksmith who could help her. “Not having any luck?” Geoffrey asked.

“No, I’m not. I think that everyone’s closed. I guess I’ll have to sleep outside tonight all by myself, because my apartment keys are locked in the car,” Holly sniffled. She started to walk towards the front door, but Geoffrey couldn’t let that happen. He reached out to her and tapped her on the shoulder, saying that she was welcome to crash on his couch if she couldn’t get into her apartment. She looked at him and said; “That sounds great. I don’t know you too well, but you’ve always seemed nice. Where’s the couch?”

Geoffrey took her to a small fold-out sofabed in his living room and got things ready for her. As Holly was taking her shoes off, he decided to test the waters and see if there was the sort of spark between them he hoped there was. “Should I tuck you in now?” he asked with a small laugh.

“Yeah,” Holly said, “because if I don’t go to bed right now I might try to seduce you!” she laughed, falling backwards with a muffled laugh.