Finally, I found my voice and introduced myself, and before I could grasp the entire situation, we were sitting on her sofa, sharing the wine. She told me that her name was Jill, and she was a realtor, which was why she’d been wearing a dress earlier. After showing a potential client a new house, she’d come back to the apartment, changed, and begun unpacking.
“Do you like peaches?” she asked, suddenly. “Sure,” I answered, willing to go along with whatever this gorgeous creature suggested.
“Good,” she replied, heading into the kitchen.
Less than a minute later Jill returned with a paring knife, a bowl of peaches, and a container of whipped topping. She sat down closer to me this time, so close that I could smell her perfume. It was soft and subtle but very sweet. She began peeling a peach and dipped it into the whipped topping. I watched intently as she lifted it to her lips, the cream clinging to the dripping fruit. As she bit into it, the juice ran down her chin, and she wiped it off with the back of her hand. Then she dipped the peach a second time and held it out for me to taste. I leaned in slightly and took a bite. It was sweeter than any peach I had tasted before.
“You have some cream on your chin,” she said, smiling. She then proceeded to lean toward me, her mouth opening slightly as her pink tongue darted out and licked away the cream that was on my chin. Next she ran her tongue across my bottom lip, and then into my mouth.
My tongue met hers and we kissed, softly at first, then a little deeper.
She pulled away from me slightly and moved into my lap, straddling me. We began kissing again, and I put my hands on her hips before slowly moving them up to her shoulders, pulling her in close. I ran one hand through her hair, tilting her head slightly, and began sucking, nibbling, and kissing her neck. Jill straightened herself and pulled off her jersey, revealing erect nipples perched atop supple breasts. She leaned in close to me again, presenting her nipple to my mouth. I rolled it across my tongue as she pressed down on my cock, still inside my jeans.
Jill opened my shirt, placing kisses over my chest, then unbuttoned my jeans and reached for my cock. Her hand was cool against my shaft, becoming warmer as she began to rub me harder. My cock was erect when she pulled it from my jeans.
She continued kissing my chest, moving slowly over my stomach until she was sitting on the floor. She gazed up at me with my dick in her hand. Then she took it into her mouth, giving me a slow, teasing blowjob. She ran her tongue along the sides of my cock, then took the tip between her lips, sucking on it before going as far down on the shaft as possible.
Jill began sucking me harder now, holding my shaft firmly in her hand. I leaned back into the couch while I played with her hair. I was extremely close to coming and tried to push her away, but she shook her head and sucked my throbbing cock with even greater intensity. When I finally came she swallowed my entire load, then looked up at me, licking her glistening lips.
I lifted Jill so that she was standing in front of me, wearing just those jean shorts. I began kissing her stomach as I loosened the shorts and slowly pulled them down, tracing my fingers along her outer thighs. Her small, clean-shaven mound was revealed to me, and I slid my tongue in her slit and began teasing her clit. When her shorts fell to the floor, I squeezed her ass gently with both hands while pulling her clit to my tongue. I kept licking and nibbling on her button, and from the sounds she was making I could tell she loved every moment of it.
Pulling her harder against my mouth, I began licking up one side of her pussy and down the other before pushing my tongue deep inside her. She grabbed the back of the couch in an attempt to hold herself steady, but she couldn’t resist the urge to buck against my open mouth. I encouraged her by pushing and pulling on her ass, forcing her to fuck my tongue until she came in my mouth. Her pussy was unbelievably hot, and it seemed to open up and welcome me in. I licked harder, wanting to taste all of her sweet juices as I moved my hand slowly over her ass until my fingertips were resting against her swollen lips. I began massaging them, caressing them, before I pushed my thumb inside her pussy and pressed my index finger against her asshole. My tongue was working against her clit again, and suddenly her entire body shivered and relaxed with a warm, wet gush.
My cock was hard again by that point. I stood up, bent Jill over the arm of the couch, and got behind her. Moving my dick into position, I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy and the moisture of her juices. I rubbed my cockhead around her labia, teasing her before I grabbed her ass and pushed inside her hot cunt. She threw back her head, took a deep breath, and then began moving her ass against me. She was slamming into me, wanting us to fuck even faster, but I held on to her tightly and pumped with long, slow strokes. I wanted her to feel every inch as I slid into her. Jill moaned as I pulled my cock out, then exclaimed with excitement when I pushed it back in.
I began fucking her faster. I moved my hands up to her waist to guide her over my cock as she inhaled deeply and followed up with a series of short gasping breaths. I was close to coming again, but first I wanted her to come one more time. Her pussy began to quiver as she exclaimed, “Oh, God, oh, fuck, oh, God!” Then she stiffened, her entire body freezing in place except for her cunt, which I could feel contracting around my cock.
I continued pumping as her body relaxed, fucking her with a series of short thrusts. Her pussy felt so good as my cock exploded, shooting streams of semen into her body. I gave a few final thrusts before I was done and my spent prick slid from her cunt.
Before I knew it, Jill was leaning down and moving back toward my cock. I thought she was going to take me into her mouth again, and I was amazed by her energy. When she was down near my cock, she reached for the bowl of fruit and took another bite of her peach, smiling up at me. I returned the smile, noticing a spot of cream on her chin.
—Mr. K.A., Tampa, Florida
Man Thrills to Sound of His Vocal Tenant and Her Big Boyfriend Making Passionate Love
When I watch erotic videos at home, I prefer closing my eyes and listening to the sounds rather than watching while masturbating. As I move my hand up and down along my cock, I fantasize that I am the man causing the woman onscreen to sing out in ecstasy.
Having said this, it is no surprise that I love vocal women. As a thirty-five-year-old single man, I am proud to say that the kind of lip service I desire most is pillow talk. The more a woman says when I am inside her, the more intense my orgasm.
Feeling the way that I do, it was a wonderful surprise when Lydia showed up at my door. I had placed an ad in the local paper advertising a studio apartment for rent in my brand-new home. It is a small place, but perfect for somebody just starting out.
Lydia was a graduate student when she moved in. She went to class during the day and waitressed at a small bar at night. She explained that she also sang at the bar once a month and that music was her true love.
I was attracted to her right away. Her short black hair and deep blue eyes made it hard to resist coming on to her. Instead, I put on my gentleman’s face and welcomed her to the neighborhood.
On the day Lydia moved in, she got out of the U-Haul with a good-looking man about her age. He was well built and burly, lifting heavy boxes with no sign of strain or discomfort. She carried her possessions into the house wearing a pair of denim shorts and a tank top.
I was busy installing a ceiling fan in my bedroom when suddenly I heard a beautiful melody seeping through the heating vent. I could hear every word she sang and spoke. I listened to what sounded like dishes clanking and the kitchen cabinet doors opening and closing as she sang “Dream a Little Dream of Me,” pausing only to respond to her handsome friend’s questions, then continuing with her tune and chores.
Her voice was that of an angel and made me smile and sing along with her in my head as I worked.
All day there was constant movement in the apartment as she instructed the man she called “baby” where to put this and that. At about eleven at night, the noise finally stopped as if someone had turn
ed off a switch. I was almost uncomfortable with the silence because I had spent the day working on projects in my bedroom where I could hear her voice the clearest.
After about five minutes the silence was broken. It was Lydia, and this time she was not singing or speaking: She was moaning. As she sighed gently, I did not move. “Oh, baby,” she growled, “let’s try out my new bed.” Her voice was slightly lower, and I had to concentrate so as not to miss a word. The handsome man grunted his reply, and I heard a thump as bodies hit the mattress.
I looked down and realized that my cock was erect and had popped out of the fly of my boxers. I sat on my bed with one hand on my balls and the other on my cock. “Oh,” Lydia groaned. “Lick me, Andrew. That’s it, just like that.” I closed my eyes and pictured myself in the apartment with her voice echoing off the bare walls. I was picturing her thighs wrapped around his head as he nibbled on her love button.
Whatever he was doing, he was doing it right, because her moans grew louder, with less time between them. I heard her beg to be entered and then shout out with pleasure when her lover seemed to oblige.
Her sighs of desire followed one after the other, and I guessed that he was on top of her by the way her voice was skipping as he thrust into her. I started pumping my cock faster as I heard her sighs increase in volume. She was wild with passion, screaming at the top of her lungs as she climaxed. Her cries sent me over the edge, and I let go of my load, my warm cream dripping down my wrist. Lydia’s lover announced his orgasm with a loud groan, and then all was quiet.
I spent many nights after that listening to Andrew make my sexy tenant come while I closed my eyes and pleasured myself. On the weekends, when we were both home, I would lie on my bed and listen to her voice as her songs put me into a peaceful trance.
After a while, Andrew stopped coming around, and I was disappointed that I didn’t get to hear her orgasms anymore.
Months later, an old lover of mine was in town and spent the night at my house. Things got pretty heated, and Theresa and I ended up fucking for old times’ sake. When Theresa started to moan with pleasure, I heard Lydia through the vent doing the same.
The thought that Andrew was back excited me greatly, increasing my pleasure as I directed my full attention to the beautiful woman riding me. We had a wonderful evening, and the next morning Theresa left for home.
I was working in the front yard when my young tenant came out to make small talk. I was on my knees planting flowers when she walked in front of me, her crotch at my eye level. “Sounded like you had quite an evening,” she said. I was in shock. How could I have not realized that she could hear me the same way I could hear her?
I tried to remain cool and came back with something I thought was witty, “Well, I could hear that you weren’t alone last night, either.” She looked at me with a mischievous grin. “I was alone last night.” I couldn’t understand. I knew that I had heard her groaning. And then it dawned on me—she was listening to me and masturbating!
She saw the expression of enlightenment on my face, chuckled, and knelt so we were face-to-face, “Want some lunch?” she asked in a low voice. I nodded as my cock swelled in my shorts, and then I followed her into the apartment.
As Lydia made sandwiches she hummed softly. I watched her from behind as I set the table. I told her that I could hear her singing through the vent and that I’d loved listening to her. She thanked me for the compliment, and we enjoyed a pleasant lunch. I left right after and went back to my place.
I heard her shower running as I walked into my bedroom, planning to masturbate. It had been very difficult not to touch her.
The water came to a halt. “Peter,” I heard Lydia call. “Peter, I know you can hear me.” I listened carefully and waited for her beautiful voice to speak to me again.
“Peter, would you like to come back to my place? I am waiting for you here on my bed. Why don’t you come back here and make me scream?” I was so excited that I could not respond. I stood up and grabbed my tape recorder from my drawer. I pushed the record button, placed it by the heating vent, and made my way down to Lydia. As I did, I could hear her singing softly, her voice echoing throughout my room.
I walked into her apartment, without knocking, to find Lydia spread-eagled on her bed. I undressed without hesitation. “Peter, I would like you to lick me all over.” I climbed on the bed and buried my head between her thighs. I could hear her inhaling then exhaling slowly, almost stopping her breath as it escaped from her lungs.
I moved in closer to her sex, extended my tongue, and ran it along the lips of her shaven pussy. As I did she let out a yelp and grabbed the hair on my head. I slowly forced my tongue into her hole, and she let out an approving sigh. But nothing made her sing as loudly as when I lapped at her clit. Her sounds filled the room, and my throbbing cock pressed against the mattress. “Please, fuck me!” she begged.
I pulled her legs down so that she was in the center of the bed and attempted to enter her. Lydia escaped out from under me and told me to lie down. She hovered over me while sitting on my stomach. Her firm breasts stood before me, and I reached out to massage them. She rubbed the head of my cock along her slit, positioned me at her entrance, and lowered herself onto my shaft.
Lydia rode me slow and steady at first, throwing her head back. Every time her ass hit my pelvis, she let out an erotic sound that made my cock twitch within her. She spoke often, asking me questions like, “How does this feel?” Each word came from her lips with the heat of orgasm rolling in on her. The more she spoke the hotter she got me—and herself.
She increased her speed, and we both began to groan. While still sitting on my cock, she pulled me up so that I was also in a sitting position with her on my lap facing me. She moved her hips, and I watched as my penis slid in and out of her. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she came with one final shout followed by a series of “oohs” and “aahs.”
After Lydia finished her studies, she was offered a job that required her to move away. We speak on the phone occasionally. When I get really lonely, I listen to my tape of her groaning while I pleasured her that very first time.
—Mr. P.L., Gainesville, Florida
Underwear Party Leads Couple to Explore the Joy of Group Sex
I recently attended my first orgy, and I had to tell the readers of Penthouse Variations all about it. My wife, Candy, and I had never before been to any event like this, but our good friends, Bob and Helen, told us they were having an “underwear” party—and we were both invited.
I heard Candy talking to Helen on the phone and was intrigued. “What does that mean, exactly?” Candy asked, motioning me toward another phone. So I picked up the cordless to listen.
“Well, you know, everyone comes to the party in their underwear…” There was a pause, and then our neighbor said, “And then, you know, sometimes we wind up having sex.” She paused again, waiting for our reaction. I was waiting to hear what Candy’s response would be.
“I’ve never been to a party like that and, as far as I know, neither has Eric, but it might be fun.” She looked up at me and raised her eyebrows. I smiled at my wife, picturing her surrounded by men and women who wanted to fondle her. Helen gave us the details about the party, saying that while some people would be having sex, it wasn’t mandatory. Candy told her we’d be there, but we weren’t sure how far we’d want to go.
Both of us were nervous but excited. Candy picked out a special set of lingerie, a purple camisole-and-panty set, which enhanced her already-hot body. She wore a white robe on top of it, and then her coat, while I opted for black yoga pants and a T-shirt, my normal bedtime attire. Candy was adorable as she squeezed my hand while we walked up to the neighbors’ house. We’d been there plenty of times before, but for dinner parties, not sex parties. I wasn’t sure if it would be the same crowd, or if we’d even be attracted to any of the guests, but I was already turned on by the idea of watching Candy in action.
When we walked inside, I was pleasantly surpri
sed to find a mix of people, some slightly younger than us, who were in their twenties, some who were in their thirties, and a few older couples. Everyone was, like us, wearing some kind of underwear, many of them giving each other backrubs or feeding each other chocolate-covered strawberries. The lights were dimmed, and the mood was sensual and erotic, but not over the top.
We slipped off our coats, and Bob came over to greet us, whistling appreciatively when Candy revealed her outfit. Before we’d even properly introduced ourselves to the assembled crowd, there were calls for her to take off her robe. When she did, the hoots and hollers got louder, and soon she was pulled into a pile of people on the floor. She looked up at me and giggled, and I settled on the floor near her. There we met Ken and Eliza, who were new to town and very friendly. They were both very athletic-looking, with tans and freckles, him with dark hair, hers blonde and short. He had his arms wrapped around his wife, his fingers resting lazily against her nipples, massaging them lightly as we spoke.
I settled at Eliza’s feet and, at her prompting, began giving her a foot massage. She leaned her head back against Ken’s shoulder as he kept stroking her erect nubs. The vibe was getting hotter by the minute as the lights dimmed even more and couples near us began making out. What I’d thought might be awkward proved to be totally seamless as I massaged my way up Eliza’s legs.
She then slid away from Ken and lay down on her stomach, her head conveniently landing in another woman’s lap. I’d given up trying to figure out exactly who everyone was by that point and was focused only on the woman in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I was aware of Candy in a hot and heavy makeout session with Ken, and that vision had my cock stiffening.
Eliza motioned for me to climb onto her back for a rubdown, so I did, and she moaned when I straddled her, my erection pressing against her backside. I lifted up her tiny top and rubbed my hands directly against her warm back. She moaned with joy, and I knew she felt the exquisite pressure all the way through her body. It was like I could feel every aftereffect of my fingers rippling down her back, causing her ass to lift up against me. I knew right away that I wanted to fuck Eliza, but at the moment, nobody else seemed to be taking that next step.
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