I spent the rest of the day in her bed, and when the time finally came to go home, I was more than a little disappointed.
My disappointment was completely unfounded, though, because that first encounter was over six months ago, and Taryn and I have happily continued our torrid affair. And let me tell you—the sexual excitement has not diminished one bit.
—Mr. B.L., Little Rock, Arkansas
College Girl Gets an Eyeful When She Spies on Two of Her Classmates
I’m a senior in college who recently found that reality can beat fantasy any day. You see, I spied something that would change my sex life forever and I couldn’t wait to tell Penthouse Variations all about it.
During spring break, almost everyone traveled somewhere exotic, so only a few of us remained on campus. One night, I had been out with a friend and was walking back to my room when I noticed a light on in the gymnasium. I had heard that a few of the basketball players had decided to stay at school to get some extra practice, and since I’m a huge basketball fan I decided to check it out. The door was unlocked, and I quietly went inside.
To my shock, I found two members of our men’s basketball team, Don and Alan, but they weren’t dribbling any big round balls. Instead, they were all over each other, their bodies spread out on a mat in a small corner of the room. They looked like they were wrestling, but as I moved closer, I could see that they were kissing, their bodies entwined together as their mouths devoured one another! I was quite shocked but also intrigued. Their kissing soon gave way to undressing, each of them frantically pulling off the other’s clothes as they continued groping each other. I had never seen anything like this and was fascinated and excited. Eventually Don began rubbing his hands all over Alan’s body, and Alan quickly reciprocated. Don squeezed Alan’s nipples, first rubbing his fingers against them before pinching them between his thumbs and forefingers, causing Alan’s mouth to open as he groaned. Then Alan returned the favor by sucking on Don’s hard pink buds, nipping at them with his teeth. Don appeared to be enjoying this immensely, with his eyes half-closed, seeming to be in an erotic daze.
I tried to be as quiet as I could, hoping to watch the entire scene unfold. My heart sped up in excitement as Don worked Alan’s hard cock with his hand for a few minutes before he leaned down and pulled the stiff rod into his mouth. By now, my shock was completely replaced by arousal.
Alan’s moans of pleasure soon echoed throughout the gym. Both of them were rocking against each other. They were a blur of motion as Don wrapped his hand around the base of Alan’s cock, timing his strokes with the bobbing of his head. Upon hearing their groans of ecstasy, I realized my pussy had started to respond. I quietly slipped a hand inside my shorts and began touching myself while I watched, not surprised to find my pussy already wet. As I stroked my fingers in and out of my pussy, I quickly got even more aroused. I had never thought that seeing two guys having sex would turn me on in such a way, but from how wet my pussy had become, there was no denying it. Both of them were grunting, and Don used his other hand to work his own cock as he continued to suck voraciously on Alan’s dick.
I stepped forward into the light and they both noticed me, but when they saw my hand moving frantically between my legs, they smiled and went back to what they were doing—each other! Don had slowed down, working his mouth over Alan’s cock until he had the entire tool deeply tucked in his throat. The look on Alan’s face was one of pure ecstasy as his friend gave him a first-class blowjob, and when Don moved back up, Alan’s cock was totally shiny with his saliva. I watched as his enormous dick got swallowed up yet again. Then Don really picked up the pace, working Alan’s cock faster and faster. Alan was moaning loudly and thrust his hips up toward Don’s open mouth. When Alan cried out and bucked his hips upward one last time, I knew he must have pumped his hot come down Don’s throat.
Then it was Don’s turn. He flopped onto his back so his pulsing cock was sticking straight up. Alan wasted no time dropping to his knees next to his friend, his ass raised in the air in a fetching way as he wrapped his lips around Don’s dick. He really got into it, moving his mouth up and down and back and forth, slurping and sucking Don’s shaft. He took a break to lick Don’s sac, opening his mouth wide to take each of his balls into his mouth. Then Don changed directions and had Alan lie on the ground while he straddled him, his cock right up in Alan’s face. “Suck it,” he said as he shoved his hard cock down Alan’s eager throat, pumping into him aggressively. I moved even closer, my fingers sliding into my pussy as I watched Don’s cock disappear entirely. Then he pulled out and began beating his cock against Alan’s cheeks and tapping it against his lips, his face tight with arousal. Then Alan opened his mouth and let out little grunting noises, clearly begging to have Don’s cock back where it belonged. Don was only too happy to comply with this request and promptly shoved his dick back down Alan’s throat, thrusting in and out as he held it by the base. After a few minutes of this, he couldn’t stand it any longer and pulled out, shooting a stream of hot come into Alan’s mouth, with some of it landing on his face. Alan looked blissed out to have gotten such a complete showering, and he reached his tongue out to lick up any remaining drops of semen. Then they both kissed, and the moment was so tender and sexy that I came as well, shuddering silently against my wriggling fingers.
I figured that was it for the two horny men, but they weren’t done yet! After a few more long, luxurious kisses, Don’s cock seemed to be hardening once again. He quickly positioned Alan on his knees, then slapped his firm ass a couple times, leaving a few red handprints across it, before stroking a finger over Alan’s asshole, pushing inside as Alan moaned in pleasure. He reached for a small bottle of lube I hadn’t noticed before and poured some of the liquid between Alan’s ass cheeks, then slowly slid his cock inside that tight opening. “Yes!” Don yelled as he pushed all the way inside. He held on to Alan’s hips as he treated him to a good, hard pounding, pumping back and forth while Alan cried out in ecstasy.
The pair were impossible to resist, and before I could second-guess myself, I walked over to them, pushed down my shorts and started masturbating again right in front of Alan. He looked up at me eagerly and opened his mouth, and I moved closer so he could lick my pussy while his pal fucked him. As Don rammed into him harder and harder, his oral skills got more animated, and pretty soon he was thrashing his face against my cunt, licking me desperately, like I was the last meal he’d ever have. I winked at Don as he pulled almost all the way out, admiring his long cock before it disappeared back into Alan’s ass.
As Don started fucking him faster and faster, I grabbed Alan’s head and held it against my cunt, relishing the feel of his tongue plunging inside me. Clearly, Alan loved to be used like this, because he was pushing backward against Don and then forward into me. As I let out a roar, my orgasm roiling up inside me, Don pulled out and came all over Alan’s backside, jetting his white come into the air as he continued to stroke his spurting cock.
As we all lay on the floor, recovering, it occurred to me to ask them, “How come you guys chose to fool around in the gym, anyway?”
They grinned sheepishly at each other. “You never know who’ll pass by,” said Alan. That was true, and I was glad they’d chosen such a public location for their tryst. That was certainly the highlight of my spring break!
—Name and address withheld
Sexy Role-Playing Keeps a Relationship Fresh and Exciting
I’m a twenty-four-year-old woman with what I’ve been told is a pretty face and an appealing figure. I’m a strawberry blond with blue-green eyes and stand a shade over five-feet-four. Josh, the man I live with, is a six-feet-two-inch wonderfully masculine twenty-seven-year-old. I own and operate a small crafts shop and Josh could not be more proud of my success.
We have a wonderful sex life that incorporates many of the erotic practices described in Penthouse Variations. We are truly devoted to each other and enjoy a genuinely loving relationship. Once in a while, however, we lik
e to step outside ourselves and become different people by assuming various roles. It’s all great fun and permits us to express an exciting part of our sexual selves we might not otherwise be inclined to reveal.
The responsibility of running your own business, even one like mine, can be emotionally and physically draining, as you have to make all the decisions and cope with a myriad of problems, large and small. So when it comes time for Josh and I to act out an erotic scenario, I welcome the opportunity to give up all control and let him take charge. I do this by assuming the part of a naughty girl in need of discipline and, of course, a good fucking. Josh likes this act because it gives him a chance to feel powerful and dominant.
One of our favorite role-playing scenes has me pretending to be a college student and Josh a university professor. Having failed to turn in an assignment when it was due, I am summoned to the professor’s office (Josh’s den). Once there, I’m scolded for my seeming lack of interest in his class. Telling me that I have to be punished, Josh orders me to take the wooden ruler from his desk drawer and bring it to him.
He then orders me to lean over his desk, and as I do so, he lifts up my short skirt and pulls down my panties. My “punishment” begins as “the professor” whacks away at my poor naked bottom, the ruler striking my ass again and again as I promise to change my ways and be a good girl.
The embarrassing position I’m in, draped over Josh’s desk with my skirt up around my waist and my white cotton panties down around my knees, plus the feel of the hard ruler cracking against my vulnerable behind, never fails to turn me on something fierce. It gets even better when, the spanking over, my professor orders me to stand in the corner. With my panties around my ankles, I hobble over to the corner where I stand facing the wall and holding up my skirt to reveal my well-spanked, beet-red bottom.
By the time this part of my punishment is over, I am so sexually aroused my pussy is dripping like a leaky faucet. When Josh orders me to him, I turn around to see his fully erect cock sticking out from his unzipped pants. At his command, I hobble over to him and drop to my knees. He tells me to “open wide,” and when I do he feeds me his swollen manhood. I suck it hungrily, taking most of it into my throat.
After a while Josh will help me to my feet and have me drape myself over his desk once again. This time it’s for a good fucking. Usually he’ll start in my pussy, pounding it until I come, and then he’ll insert his cock in my still-smarting behind, fucking it hard and fast until he shoots his cream into my clutching rear passage and I come a second time.
Sometimes, instead of playing student and professor, we’ll do the habitually tardy secretary and her stern boss, or the shopkeeper and one of her suppliers, which, perhaps understandably, is a particular favorite of mine. In that one I am unable to pay a big bill and my supplier “punishes” me with a sound spanking and then a hard fucking doggie-style.
It’s all great fun and very, very stimulating. Our role-playing always ends in the bathtub with me on my hands and knees while Josh sprays my pussy and asshole with warm water from the handheld massager. This always gives me one last nice orgasm before we climb into bed.
Normally, we enjoy sex that’s loving and tender, but every so often, about once a month, we do our role-play thing. If Josh spanked me while we were having a real disagreement, I’d be pissed, but in the context of an erotic scenario, having my bottom turned a blushing pink and then being soundly fucked is wickedly exciting.
We highly recommend this sort of role-playing to all couples interested in breaking free of their usual boring sexual routine from time to time.
—Ms. K.E., Bismarck, North Dakota
Like a Mummy with a Hard-On—Plastic-Wrapped Scholar Laid Out by Domme Trio
Last year, when I signed up for an evening seminar at the local university, I never dreamed it would lead to one of the most intense sexual experiences I’ve ever had.
There were at least a half-dozen women in the class who were, to say the least, easy on the eyes. Three of them—Kayla, Tracy, and Maya—seemed to hang out together and often asked me to join them after class for a continuation of the intense discussions we’d started in the seminar. I was flattered, because in addition to being gorgeous, they were all bright. Kayla was a tiny, innocent-looking blond. Tracy was a little darker and more athletic, and Maya was the tallest and eldest, about thirty, with long black hair.
One evening about halfway through the term, I noticed that Kayla and Tracy were absent. Assuming they were sick and not knowing the extent of their outside relationship, I didn’t ask Maya where they were. She and I went out for a beer, and somehow we got to talking about the ups and downs of being a working grad student. She apparently had a pretty good job, but she said she liked to have some kind of a hobby, too, and hers was kind of unusual.
I took the cue and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “I’m a dominatrix,” she said, looking about as girlishly innocent as anyone could. Try as I might, I couldn’t picture it, even when she said she was good at it, and I told her so. Then she casually dropped the bombshell that the other two were her partners, and when I still looked skeptical she offered me a sample session—no strings attached.
I played along, and we drove to the big old house the three girls shared. Maya told me that the others were out treating a friend to the birthday of his life, but that they’d be back soon. I don’t know what I expected when we went downstairs, but not the fully equipped dungeon they had arranged in the basement! Hanging neatly on one wall was every conceivable bondage and discipline device. Whips, paddles, crops, gags, hoods, restraints—each was ready to fulfill whatever fantasy was required.
Hooks and eyebolts on walls, floor, and ceiling told their own story. Stocks were in one corner, looming like some Puritan relic. A low table with hooks in each corner was centered under shaded lights.
As I stood there trying to take it all in, I heard someone else enter, and there was Kayla, dressed in a shiny, skintight black latex head-to-toe bodysuit. It was so snug that her nipples and labia were clearly delineated. She seemed taller, and she was—balancing adroitly on impossibly high heels.
Maya asked if I was still willing to continue, and I agreed in something of a daze. Kayla then outlined their expectations. I must be obedient to their every whim. I would address each of them subserviently as “Mistress,” and I would not speak unless told to. My chief responsibility was to see to their pleasure, and any infraction of their rules would result in me being severely chastised.
They certainly knew what they were doing. In a trice I had stripped and folded my clothes into a neat pile, which Maya took away with her.
I knelt and kissed Kayla’s feet as she explained the rules of the dungeon further. I would move about on my knees, and when I was still I would keep my face to the floor unless ordered otherwise. I was not to touch myself unless told to do so, and I was forbidden to come without permission. Infractions of this last order would be punished with a number of strokes from my Mistress’s favorite instrument, followed by my cleaning up after myself with my tongue.
At that point Kayla put a collar around my neck and led me to a ring in the floor. She had me lie faceup and attached the ring to the back of my collar. My legs were spread wide and back over my head and attached to hooks in the wall, leaving me spread-eagled with my ass totally exposed. My arms were spread wide and buckled down.
The door opened, and there stood Tracy. She was clad in an amazing garment that seemed to be strips of Lycra held together with metal rings. Her magnificent breasts were dramatically outlined, and one strip disappeared between her pussy lips to emerge between her smooth ass cheeks. She, too, was wearing terribly high heels.
No sooner had Tracy given me a wicked grin than Maya entered. She was wearing an outfit similar to Kayla’s, but with cutouts to expose her breasts. Her outfit also was crotchless and had a thong. The most erotic thing about her whole look was that her pussy was completely shaved. Before I realized it, I had let out a long moan. Immediat
ely I was chastised for breaking the rule of silence, with Maya giving me ten hard swats on each cheek with a paddle. My ass glowed no darker than my vivid blush.
I was released from my bonds, but only to be transferred to the stocks. Once my head and neck were pinioned, my feet were fastened well apart, and it became obvious that my balls were in for special treatment. A strap was tightened around my sac, and then another separated my balls. The sensation was painful but arousing, and soon I had more to think about. The tantalizing trio placed clamps on my foreskin and my nipples, and by now I was as hard as stone. Each of the girls gave me ten more strokes, each with a different instrument.
I felt abandoned when they left me to indulge their pleasure with each other. Maya lay down in front of me and began to play with her pussy until Tracy came and started to go down on her. Kayla, meanwhile, released my feet and removed the clamps, causing a rush of sensation to the numbed areas that distracted me for a moment. She was wrapping my body in plastic wrap, but left my genitals and ass free. Then she lubed up a dildo by thrusting it in and out of Tracy’s slick cunt.
I froze as I felt a cold dab of lubricant on my ass and felt Kayla work the dildo deep into my ass. Finally I felt the flange at its base and knew the whole monster was inside me. Then the diabolical little blond wrapped my balls, legs and ass cheeks in more plastic wrap to keep the evil toy in place, leaving only my cock jutting out, naked and vulnerable.
They released me from the stocks and finished mummy-wrapping my body, laying me out on the table like a pharaoh with a hard-on.
Kayla came over and peeled herself out of her latex suit, straddling my face and ordering me to lick her musky, latex-scented cunt. As she came the first time, I felt something warm and wet slide over my cock and deduced that one of the other girls had mounted my shaft. When Kayla moved away I saw it was Maya riding my dick, but Tracy, who settled in over my face, quickly obscured my vision. She soon came with a loud cry, and then she and Kayla lay down beside me to play with each other while Maya reached her climax.
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