Being watched turned Grant on even more, and it was doing the same thing to me. My pussy was hot and throbbing, and a mixture of sweat and sex juice ran down the insides of my thighs. Then Grant took things even further, fucking me furiously with his fingers, rolling my clit like a ball in oil. I ached for him to be inside me and knew that the only thing between my cunt and his thick cock was the crowd below.
As if reading my mind, Grant ran his fingers all over my pussy, massaging my swollen lips for a moment before his fingers dove deep inside. He moved in and out slowly at first, then went faster and faster. My cunt throbbed with pleasure, and when I looked down onto the dance floor, I could see a number of people looking up at us, some even whispering to their partners. I found that I loved the thrill of being watched, and stood with my legs wide open, letting Grant slide his fingers in and out of my body until I came with a shudder. I bit my lower lip to stifle a cry—not that it would have been heard in the noise of the club—and my pussy muscles squeezed and sucked Grant’s fingers throughout the duration of my orgasm.
I shivered and shook for a few moments, and then Grant turned me around and took me in his arms. He kissed me hard on the mouth and told me that he was proud of me. We would have stayed there longer, but the bulge in Grant’s pants required immediate attention. Practically running, we went back out to the car, and I squeezed my boyfriend’s hard cock as he fumbled for his keys. Our plan was to drive home and fuck the night away, but we decided that we couldn’t even wait that long.
Once inside the car, Grant pushed back the driver’s seat while I worked open his fly. Then I pulled out his hard dick and quickly took it in my mouth. I sucked it down to the root, and then drew my lips up the length of his shaft. Then, with long, slow laps, I dragged my tongue up and down over his veiny rod.
While I sucked Grant’s cock, I massaged his balls in my hand. Soon he was moaning and groaning and thrusting his hips in an effort to fuck my face. I held still so that he could do it, taking the opportunity to work my fingers under my skirt and into my pussy, which was wet and throbbing again. I pressed against my clit, sending tiny sparks all throughout my body. Then I drove my fingers into my hole and thrust them in and out, fucking myself.
Meanwhile, Grant continued driving his cock into my O-shaped mouth, and I could feel the spongy head hit the back of my throat again and again. He grabbed my hair as his shaft swelled, and I fingered myself even faster, wanting to come at the same time he did. I was moaning loudly by this point, and I’m sure the vibrations of my mouth only added to the total experience for him. Suddenly, Grant grunted and his cock pulsed against my tongue as shot after shot of tasty, creamy come flooded my mouth and slid down my throat. I came then as well, and even though I was racked with orgasmic spasms, I managed to swallow down his entire load.
After that, we were finally calm enough to drive home, though the minute we got into the house we were at it again, fucking like bunnies. Showing off for an audience at that club had really turned us both on, and we resolved to do it again, soon. As for our audience—well, we’ve spent many evenings imagining the dancing that must have gone on for the rest of the night, or even better—what went on in their bedrooms when they got home!
—Ms. M.W., Atlanta, Georgia
Female Professor Roped into Passion by Super Stud
All my life I’ve been involved with sensitive men who try so hard to make me happy. I know most women would give anything to be in my spot, but for me, I’ve never really gotten turned on by romantic settings, expensive wine, and dreamy glances across a table. What gets me most excited is when a man takes charge. I want a man who’ll handle me, maybe spank me a little, tie me up with some thick rope and fuck me silly.
I know it sounds a tad perverse, but for me, sex isn’t as good as it can be unless my wrists are tied behind my back, my ankles are knotted to poles, and my lover is fucking me with abandon. That’s the kind of girl I am.
The first time I realized how fulfilling bondage is, I was seeing a man from the university. I’m a college professor, and I met a graduate student who took a liking to me. We dated a few times, and I could tell that there was something dark about him, something perversely wonderful. He had a way about him, a confidence, which told me he would be a real animal in bed. I was right.
The first night we made love, Tom took complete control. We were sitting watching television after a take-out Chinese dinner when suddenly he grabbed the remote and switched off the TV. He stood up and quickly took his clothes off. I was shocked but, of course, also very turned on. I had never had a man do that before, and I recall thinking that I’d never been in the presence of a naked man without being naked myself.
Tom was tall and lean, with longish brown hair. He had a dark, muscular body and a hairy, broad chest that made my pussy cream. His cock was long and thick, and as he began dancing in front of me, it swayed sexily between his hot, hairy thighs. I wanted it bad. I never wanted it so bad. Slowly Tom made his way toward me, and I reached out to caress his manly legs. I pulled him closer, copping a feel of his tight buns, and then he suddenly stuffed his cock past my unsuspecting lips and made me suck him.
“That’s right, honey,” he whispered lustfully. “Suck on my big cock. Play with my balls. Suck it like you mean it. Blow me, Hester.”
After I sucked on his cock for a while, Tom pulled out and pushed me back on the couch. I was a little bit unnerved, because he was truly strong and I’d never been handled in such a rough way. But at the same time, I was more excited than I’d ever been in my life!
Before I knew it, Tom had ripped my blouse right off my back and hastily removed my skirt, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
“I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before,” he promised, an eager glint in his eye.
With that, he walked over to his duffel bag and pulled out a large roll of rope. The sight of it made my heart skip a beat. Tom sauntered back to the couch and roughly removed my underwear. Then, grabbing me by one breast, he led me to the bedroom and his four-poster bed.
“Down,” he said. I obeyed immediately. “Spread,” he instructed. Again I did as directed.
Wasting no time, Tom tied each of my wrists to the top posts and then tied my ankles to the bottom two posts. As I squirmed around on the silk sheet, I could tell I was arousing my lover even more. He smiled greedily, and his cock was fully erect.
Tied to the bed I was helpless, and while I continued to feign a struggle, in truth I was loving every minute of it and could barely wait to be fucked.
But my wait turned out to be fairly substantial. First Tom took a bottle of oil—warm oil—and began to apply it to my naked flesh, allowing it to drip like Chinese water torture over my belly, tits, legs, and cunt. He began pinching my nipples and applying little love smacks all over my tingling flesh.
This was theater, but the thrill was real. I felt as if I were a little slave and Tom was my grand master, punishing me for being naughty. My body was glistening with oil and sweat, my nipples were hard like little brown pebbles, and my pussy was aching to be filled with his invading cock.
I began to whimper as Tom massaged my tits and belly and began toying with my sensitive clit.
“Oh,” I cried, “fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Fill me with your big cock. Make me come.”
Tom laughed. “Be a good girl, and your master will give you what you want.”
I continued writhing about on the bed, helpless but never happier. Tom suddenly jumped up next to me and straddled my face. Again he forced his huge, pulsing cock into my mouth, and I eagerly sucked him, savoring the dollop of precome that oozed from the bulbous tip.
In time he began to fuck my face, roaring into me with abandon. The sensation of his cock ramming into my throat was to die for, and it made my pussy ache all the more.
After several minutes of this, Tom jumped between my legs and slid into my tight, waiting cunt. Never had I been more wet or more eager to be penetrated. My orga
sms were explosive, especially the last, which had me crying out with joy as Tom flooded my pussy with come.
The foreplay he orchestrated that night was beyond anything I had ever imagined, yet it was exactly what I needed. And, to this very day, it is what I expect from my lovers.
Tom eventually got his Ph.D. and moved to the Midwest, but we still see each other occasionally. Our meetings may be few and far between, but Tom always knows to bring some rope and oil and whatever other sexy ideas he has, and I come to him in eager anticipation of being bound and deliciously ravaged.
—Ms. H.V., Flushing, New York
No Women Around? No Problem—Kyle and Jason Will Pleasure Each Other
Over the years I have enjoyed reading the sizzling stories and letters Penthouse Variations prints each month. Hopefully, you’ll find an experience I had soon after graduating college worthy of publication. It all started with an ad for an apartment sublet.
I was on a tight budget, and so this spacious two-bedroom apartment seemed ideal. I’d be sharing one of the bedrooms with a guy named Kyle. The other bedroom was shared by a couple of guys who were seldom around but still paid half the rent. It was perfect.
I remembered Kyle from campus because he always had a hot-looking chick at his side. Once I moved in we became good friends, and I started to hang out with him and his entourage of beautiful girls. This improved my sex life dramatically, but it still couldn’t compare to Kyle’s. Every few nights he would have a new babe in his bed. Whether or not I was present, he’d screw them until their cries of ecstasy filled the air. He told me he managed to stay friends with all the girls he bedded by being totally honest, informing each one that he enjoyed variety and had no intention of settling down.
Anyway, one Saturday night after bedding yet another babe, Kyle exited the shower and accidentally dropped his towel. I couldn’t help but stare at the longest, thickest cock I had ever seen. Even flaccid it was impressive. As he was pulling up his briefs, Kyle looked up and caught me staring. I quickly turned away, pretending I hadn’t seen anything.
A few weeks later, we were getting ready to attend an outdoor party hosted by one of his girlfriends when it began to pour. When the party was canceled, Kyle got out his little black book and began calling around for some female company for the two of us. Amazingly, he was unable to find anyone, so we settled down in the living room with a couple of beers and watched a porn flick. As I hadn’t been laid in a while, the X-rated tape had an almost immediate effect on me, and it wasn’t long before I excused myself and went into the bedroom to jerk off.
Minutes later, I was working my stiff dick, and as I started to shoot my load I noticed Kyle in the doorway looking at me. Embarrassed, I quickly covered myself and fumbled to clean up. Kyle said something to the effect that I shouldn’t be embarrassed, and that even though he got laid frequently he still liked to beat off now and then. With that, he dropped his boxers and stepped out of them. Now, for the first time, I saw his cock fully erect, and I was rendered speechless. He was huge!
Kyle walked over to my bed and stood quietly in front of me for a few moments before saying, “Well, Jason, how ’bout giving me a hand here? What do you say?” I didn’t know what to say. Or do. This was an entirely new experience for me, one I’d never even contemplated. Finally, with my pulse quickening, I reached up and wrapped my fingers around that mighty shaft. I stroked it a few times, enjoying its heat and bulk, before Kyle asked me if I wanted a taste.
I had to admit to myself that I did, and so I lifted my head up off the pillow and pulled Kyle’s cock to my lips. I tongued the large, bulbous head and then licked up and down and all around the long, thick shaft. Finally, I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of Kyle’s cock as I could, which was still less than a quarter of it. But it was enough to start Kyle moaning with pleasure, and when I paused to stuff one of his come-filled balls in my mouth, his knees buckled and he had to grab the headboard for support.
Not much later, with his cock back in my mouth, I heard Kyle announce that he was going to come and felt him start to pull out of my mouth. For some reason, I refused to let him go, even trying to suck him in deeper, and then suddenly Kyle’s hands were on either side of my head and he was pumping his creamy semen down my throat. I started swallowing, as if chugging down a beer, and took all he had to give me, or so I thought. After three big swallows of Kyle’s come, I pulled away only to have my face painted by the subsequent spurts of semen from his cock. I took him back in my mouth, and the streams of come subsided to a trickle as I sucked him until he was soft. Never had he come so much in his life, Kyle said, and he was still thanking me when, blushing from embarrassment, I went to take a shower.
The warm shower spray felt wonderful, and I began to daydream about what had happened. Suddenly I heard the shower curtain being opened and Kyle came up behind me, reaching around to take hold of my hardening cock. He mumbled something about returning the favor as he knelt behind me and bent me forward. As I took hold of the hot and cold water shower handles for support, he pushed my feet apart and began licking my balls from behind while massaging my dick with his hand. When his questing tongue grazed my sensitive anus, a lightning bolt of pleasure hit me, and I moaned loudly.
Without warning, Kyle spun me around and swallowed as much of my cock as possible. He placed one of my feet on the side of the tub and began massaging my anus with his thumb. He pushed first one and then two fingers into my ass. As he worked my cock with his mouth while he finger-fucked my butt, I began trembling with desire. And when he stuffed a third finger in my ass I came with a loud moan, my semen jetting into his open mouth. Kyle swallowed it all.
After toweling ourselves dry, we walked naked into the bedroom where Kyle asked me if I wanted to continue. I answered by tugging his towel free and urging him onto his bed. I knelt beside him, facing away so he’d have access to my cock, and lowered my head to take his member into my mouth. He played with my cock, balls and ass as I sucked on his hard cock, then removed something from the nightstand drawer. Still sucking his cock, I felt something cold and wet being applied to my anus.
My mind raced as Kyle’s fingers invaded my asshole, and soon the sensations were so intense I could no longer pay attention to his cock. With my head down on the bed, cradled between my arms, and my ass sticking up, Kyle began finger-fucking me with one hand while stroking my cock with the other. And then suddenly I felt the plum-shaped head of Kyle’s monster cock being pushed into my virgin butt. Instinctively, I tensed up, and Kyle, as if comforting one of his girlfriends, told me to relax.
Somehow I managed to heed Kyle’s advice, and my asshole stretched to accommodate the head of his swollen dick. As he stayed still, allowing me to become accustomed to this new sensation, I could feel the excitement pulsing in his cockhead. With a firm hold on my hips, Kyle began rocking back and forth, ever so slowly working more and more of his giant organ inside my ass. When he felt that I was sufficiently relaxed, he quickened the pace some, pulling firmly on my hips as he pushed forward.
Oddly, I felt no pain, only a wonderful feeling of fullness, and as he buried himself to the root in my behind, his balls slapping against mine, my body began to convulse. I couldn’t believe he had buried that huge log of his in my virgin backside. The pressure was simply too much, and I could feel my anus contracting with each convulsion as I sprayed the bedsheet and my stomach with semen.
And now Kyle, responding to my orgasm, began fucking me hard and fast, sawing his big cock in and out of me with gusto. My asshole was stretched so wide I thought he would turn me inside out each time he withdrew, preparatory to his next vigorous thrust. Each time his hips crashed back into my ass cheeks, our balls would slap together loudly and his huge cock would be buried to the hilt in my rectum. And then came his final thrust, the deepest yet, and I could feel his come shooting into me.
Minutes later, with his come trickling out of my asshole and dribbling onto my balls, Kyle stroked my hair and commended me for hav
ing taken the entire length of his giant cock in my ass, something none of the girls he’d attempted to fuck anally had been able to do.
That was my first sexual experience with another man, and the most memorable simply because it was the first. But in the year and a half I lived with Kyle, I had numerous encounters with other men, all of them friends of Kyle, while at the same time I pursued pussy with great enthusiasm.
Ah, yes. Those were the days.
—Mr. J.E., Baltimore, Maryland
When She Spies Her Hot Roommate in the Act, She Keeps Right on Watching!
When I started grad school, I dreaded having to share an apartment with another girl. As an only child, I had been spoiled, spending the first eighteen years of my life in a house in which I had not only my own bedroom, but my own bathroom as well. Then, as an undergraduate, I was fortunate enough to have a single room in the dorm. Now, though, as I headed off to graduate school, I would be forced to take on a roommate.
I had never been good with sharing, and I was sure I would hate whoever it was who was placed with me in the off-campus apartment near the university. I didn’t even get to pick the girl myself; with housing apparently chosen by a lottery system, I did not appear to be lucky. Little did I know how fortunate I would be.
I was one of the few girls I knew who thoroughly enjoyed watching porn. There was something arousing about watching other people get it on. Living alone, I had always been able to indulge my passion for X-rated films, but I was sure I’d have little privacy in my new living quarters, which meant I’d have few chances to enjoy my rather extensive porn collection. It wasn’t enough that I was so caught up in my studies that I had no time for any sexual adventures of my own, but now my one pleasure was being taken away by someone I had never even met. As far as I was concerned, I was doomed to a year of sexual frustration and cleaning up someone else’s mess.
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