Letters to Penthouse XIII (34 page)

Before donning the peek-a-boo hospital gown, I stood totally nude in the middle of the exam room and moved through a series of intense muscle-flexing poses. The purpose was to engorge my muscles with as much blood as possible. With my low body fat I would look like raw meat when I shed the hospital gown and stood with muscles tensed in front of Doctor Olafson’s imperious blonde beauty.

Satisfied with the muscle pump, I stopped the contortions and wiped my brow with a paper towel. I then put on the hospital gown. Too bad there wasn’t a mirror so I could preen for a few minutes before the doctor arrived.

Finally the good doctor entered the room without knocking. The mere sight of her cold, Nordic beauty gave me a hot rush of anticipation.

“You know the drill,” she said severely, nodding toward the exam table.

I negligently let the hospital gown slip from my huge shoulders and crumple around my bare feet. I paused for a minute in a semi-flexed pose. She coolly appraised my naked musculature. I flared my wide lats, holding my arms slightly akimbo. My abdominal muscles were tensed and ribbed like the proverbial washboard. She was one cool customer, though. At the very most she may have blinked once in response to my lurid anatomy display.

Since I did indeed know the drill, I climbed onto the exam table, lay face down and waited, as I had done many times before.

I heard her sturdy low heels punish the tile floor as she walked to the door and locked it. I smiled slyly, listening to the rustle of her clothes, envisioning her naked body as she undressed. Then I felt her hands, cool and strong on my back. At last, the reason why I come for these checkups.

We used each other. I indulged my narcissism, and she used me like a giant dildo. In fact, during my last visit she had pointedly told me, “You’re my big dildo. Your whole body is a big muscular dildo, to be used for my fucking pleasure.” But she knew that she was my pleasure object as well.

Now she climbed up on the table and straddled me. I felt the searing heat of her thighs as she pressed them against my hips. Then I felt her hot, wet tongue roam briefly over my shoulders and neck before she turned in her saddle, so to speak, and rode me backwards so she could examine my ass. She spread my cheeks and pushed her face between my overdeveloped gluteus maximus muscles. Her dripping pussy was now sprawled and undulating on the back of my neck. I tensed my glutes hard, pressing them against her hot face as her tongue pushed at my burning asshole. She made a guttural purring sound as she licked my crack.

“Examine me good,” I panted as her competent hands continued to spread my cheeks so she could bury her face deeper, getting a closer look at the skin surrounding my moist asshole. I could feel my cock growing rapidly.

Then she was up. “Off the table,” she said briskly. As I dismounted she took two stirrups from beneath the exam table and inserted them into the corners at the foot. Then, lickety-split, she was on the table with her shapely feet firmly anchored in the stirrups. Her knees were spread a yard apart, exposing the moist folds of her pink, glistening pussy to the harsh clinical exam-room light.

“Come on,” she panted. “Use your big strong tongue to ream my pussy.”

I noticed that her red-painted toes were curled, as if she were trying to grip something, and her arches were high and quite inviting. So I kissed and licked her feet for a few minutes before gliding my tongue up her smooth-as-silk inner thigh towards the rich pink oasis that awaited me. When I arrived I pretended I was a pig rooting for truffles. I put my long Roman snout deep into the wet folds of her fertile valley. I moved my head from side to side as I grunted and pushed my face deep into that heavenly abyss. She had the most aggressive pussy I had ever encountered; it actually sucked at my tongue. Soon Doctor Greta, the ice queen, melted rapidly and started panting, moaning and breathing hard. “Use your tongue, use your tongue, do it now. Bring me home!”

I did as I was asked. My tongue diddled her to a somewhat muted climax, since she did not want to be heard through the thin clinic walls.

She quickly regained her composure and, somewhat inelegantly, dismounted from the stirrups, swinging her legs over the side of the exam table and making a flat-footed landing on the cold linoleum floor.

Again, I knew the drill. So I hopped onto the table, anxiously anticipating the touch of her strong hands as she examined my tumescent cock.

As I lay face up on the table she placed both hands on my hard pectoral muscles and began rubbing my chest like a baker kneading dough. She then bent over and started sucking and nibbling my nipples. Her breath was hot and steamy. While still working the pecs, she reached down and grabbed my shank with her strong, medically trained hand and started a slow rhythmic pump. Her tongue then left my nipples and started slathering saliva over my ribbed abdominal muscles as she moved toward my groin. I hoped that she was at least giving my skin a cursory exam now and then, since that was one of the purposes of my visit.

Her head soon hovered over my cock, which she now held upright. Her wet mouth was agape and about to devour my schlong, when suddenly she hesitated. Her eyes blinked rapidly, and then she howled and jumped back from the table. Wild-eyed and crazy with lust she grabbed hold of my engorged member and sucked it down her hot throat in one mighty gulp. She was like a sex-starved hussy and I was reaping the benefits.

When she swallowed all that I had to offer … and it was quite a bit, I asked her why she reacted the way she did. She stared sheepishly and responded that sucking my cock reminded her of the times she spent in Africa where she was treated like royalty because of her mysterious features. She was treated to endless fuck-sessions with the kings of tribes and one in particular sent her into a sexual frenzy where her cries of passion fueled his mighty thrusts.

Far be it from me to question a woman’s motives, especially when my dick is in her mouth.—
B.L., Muncie, Indiana

THE SEXY NEIGHBOR LADY LOVES TO HUMP HIM WHEN HE DRESSES UP LIKE A WOMAN

For as long as I can remember I have always loved wearing women’s clothes, especially sexy lingerie and revealing shorts. I have quite a collection, everything from bras and panties to satin blouses, a leather skirt and an assortment of sexy briefs. Whenever I am home alone I will pick out a sexy outfit and dress like a slut. My favorite outfit is a white satin blouse with matching white satin panties and bra, a long black leather skirt, a black garterbelt with silk stockings and a pair of four-inch stiletto heels. Often I will dress up and watch my landlord’s wife while she is in the backyard sunbathing or doing some yard work. The chance that she might see me in my sexy clothes causes me to masturbate uncontrollably. I believe that it is the idea of being caught by someone I know that causes such a sexual rush.

I had an interesting experience a year ago, when I was eighteen. For some time I had been eye-fucking my female neighbors, and particularly a friend of my mother’s named Annabel. I had been fantasizing about her since I was old enough to shoot a load of come and imagine that I was unloading it on her beautiful tanned tits. Annabel was gorgeous; she had great legs, a nice ass, perky tits and a deep sexy tan. She was everything a young man would dream of fucking. She was also a nurse, and I often dreamed about bending her over and sliding my meat thermometer up her ass.

Since she only lived around the corner, I saw her on many occasions, mainly during the summer when she would come to my place to catch a few rays with my mom. I would peek out of the window at her while stroking my stiff cock with a pair of my panties. I was constantly looking at her body, and I believe she knew it. She seemed to show herself off and act especially sexy when I was around. On one occasion I walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see her standing at the kitchen sink. I had enough time to size up her ass and legs before she turned around. When she saw me she asked if there was something on her back. When I said no, she asked me to take a closer look. She was wearing a bathing suit which was cut very low in the back and had a zipper in front. I told her that there was nothing that I could see, and she asked me to rub my hand over her back to make sure. When my hand touched her back my cock sprang to attention. Her flesh was so smooth and soft, I just wanted to reach around and grab her tits. When she turned around she noticed the bulge in my jeans and smiled, then went back outside to join my mother. I ran to my bedroom and almost shot a hole in the wall with my come. That was just one of the times that she seemed to tease me, almost as though she wanted me to grab her and fuck the ass off her.

In August my mother went away on vacation for three weeks, and since I was alone I had the chance to dress up almost every day. One Friday morning, I decided to dress like a sissy slut The outfit for the day was a black satin blouse, a red leather skirt, black satin French-cut panties, a black satin push-up bra, a black garter belt with silk stockings and a red pair of patent-leather pumps. After putting them on I felt really horny and started reading a skin magazine. I turned on my Discman and listened to some tunes while I rubbed my cock through my satin panties.

I was lost in my own little world, when I suddenly had a feeling that someone had come into the house. In a panic, I ripped off the headphones and started for my bedroom. I only got about five feet when Annabel came through the door of the living room.

I almost died. She stared at me for a minute, but the look of shock on her face quickly turned to a shrewd smile. She started to explain that she had dropped by to see if I needed anything, and when no one answered the door, she came on in. I had forgotten to lock the door when I brought the garbage out that morning. My heart was pounding in my ears, my mouth was as dry as a desert, and I could only stutter and stammer. When I finally had my brain working again, I started pleading with her to keep my secret. Annabel walked toward me and, to my surprise, rubbed my cock through my leather skirt. Then she said maybe we could do some special things that we could both keep secret. I was too astonished to reply, so I just nodded my head.

Annabel was wearing a blue jumpsuit with a white belt, and her nipples were straining against the fabric. Now, standing in front of me, she unzipped the top of the jumpsuit. She had on a baby-blue satin bra that just barely contained her beautiful tanned tits. I was so horny that my panties were drenched with pre-come. I reached up and grabbed hold of her silky mounds. Annabel let out a little gasp, then asked me if I would like to help her undress and give her an all-over massage while still in my sexy outfit. I was ready to blow my load. I reached out and helped her take the jumpsuit off, pulling it down slowly. I was so close to that sweet pussy that I had been dreaming about for so long, and when she stepped out of the jumpsuit I could see that her flowery satin panties were soaked through.

I begged her to let me eat her sweet pussy, and was delighted when she said I could lick the outside of her panties. As I slowly leaned in she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her crotch. Then she started moaning and telling me to nibble her clit through her panties. I complied with her request, and soon felt her sticky wet juice oozing through the panties and running all over my face. After a quick orgasm, she sank down onto the floor with me. She told me she had always known I was hot for her, and had loved to make me horny. But seeing me in my sexy female outfit had made her curious and also excited her. She told me that her husband was not very active with her sexually, and that she would keep my secret, because now we could enjoy each other. Then she asked me if I wanted to fuck her.

I stood up and grabbed her by the hand and pulled her close. I could feel her firm tits through my satin blouse. I began to kiss and nuzzle her neck, and she melted in my arms. I decided to take her there on the living room floor. I unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, leaving her panties on. I started to unbutton my own blouse, but Annabel stopped me, saying that it was a turn-on for her to be fucked by a sissy bitch. I pulled up my leather skirt and pulled off my satin panties, and my cock sprang to attention. I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I slid her panties to the side and slid my cock into her dripping snatch.

I was on top of the world. I fucked her for a few minutes, then told her I wanted to fuck her sweet ass. She said that would be great, and bent over the arm of the sofa. I made a quick trip to the bathroom for some Vaseline, which I generously applied to my cock. Then I knelt behind her and pulled her panties down far enough to slide my cock up her ass. As I worked it in I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the television screen. I was so turned on I was ready to unload my come. My fantasy of being caught in my sexy clothes had come true, as had my dream of fucking Annabel. She was now bucking like a bronco and moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shot a load of hot sticky come deep into her ass.

After I pulled my cock out of her she rolled over and said that we were gong to have a lot of fun together in the future. And she was right. We now fuck on a regular basis, and Annabel has bought new additions to my wardrobe for our sex sessions. Her favorite outfit for me to fuck her in is a blue leather dress, matching blue lace panties and bra, a blue garter belt with sheer stockings, blue patent stilettos, and a shoulder-length blonde wig. We are both very happy with our relationship, and we continue to keep each other’s secret.—
G.B., Topeka, Kansas

THEY WERE STRANGERS ON A TRAIN, BUT THEY FOUND A WAY TO ENLIVEN THE TRIP

I live in the suburbs, and it takes me over an hour to get to work every day on the train. To pass the time, I often find myself fantasizing about the various women I happen to see. I like to imagine what they look like without their clothes, and to fantasize about the kinky things they like to do at night—with me, of course. And on a crowded train, when a woman squeezes by and accidentally presses up against me, I often get a hard-on despite myself. Although my imaginings are only in my mind, they make my daily commute bearable, even enjoyable.