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  YOU WON'T FALL ASLEEP IN THESE STUDY HALLS

  See how Penthouse readers feed their hunger for education of the erotic variety, as a law student loses his briefs to a shapely classmate… a senior initiates a virginal co-ed freshman in the wonders of sex… a studious gal goes wild with the hot touch of biker leather… and four PhD candidates write a thesis on the art of spontaneous lovemaking. So curl up with a study buddy, or bone up solo, and prep for the all-nighter of your life. We promise every page will enlighten—and blow—your body and your mind.

  Introduction

  College—it’s about satisfying a hunger for knowledge and trying new things. But forget about dull lectures and laborious labs. Toss aside your textbooks—Calculus and English Lit are not part of this syllabus. It’s time for Penthouse to school you in lessons of the carnal variety.

  Dive into this pulse-quickening collection of letters about sexy student bodies and discover the debauchery of these amorous academics. This book is an eye-opening peek inside the secret lives of seductive scholars and campus cuties and the men and women who find them irresistible.

  From first-time love affairs to quickies in the library to grad-school orgies, you’ll find a wide variety of steamy adventures. These students of the flesh are as voracious in their quest for knowledge as they are in their search for sex. Their inquiring minds lead them to explore a host of kinky pleasures, and they’re willing to try anything, because they know nothing’s better than a hands-on education. Wouldn’t you agree?

  Barbara Pizio

  Executive Editor

  Penthouse Variations

  Leather-Clad Biker Ignites a Lifetime of Lust for One Lucky Lady

  My obsession with leather began when I was in college. During my freshman year, I was the perfect picture of a bright-eyed coed in my preppy clothes, with dean’s list grades and an impressive list of extracurricular activities. In the years that followed, I managed to keep up my grades, but there was a subtle shift that took place. I still looked the same to my friends, but my erotic introduction to leather opened up a whole new world of sexy possibilities and changed my life forever.

  I spent my first academic year strolling the leafy paths of the venerable campus with the captain of the football team, a polite, affable guy who quite frankly was the most boring fuck of my life. Deep down, I recognized that I wasn’t happy, which is why I probably picked a fight with him right before spring break. He wanted to go to Cancun, while I wanted to do something more productive with my time. Naturally, neither of us would budge, so we broke up. And while he went off to Mexico, I dedicated my time to building housing for the homeless—well, some of my time, that is. But either way, I did learn an important life lesson that week, and isn’t that what higher education is all about?

  The project manager to whom I reported at the construction site was a gruff, muscular man who was only a few years older than me, but the tattoos on his arms and his sun-burnt skin bespoke of adventure and experience that I could only imagine, having been wrapped in the safe cocoon of academia for so many months. I still remember the first time I laid eyes on Caleb. I was standing near the employees’ trailer, drinking a soda and enjoying the sunny morning, when I heard a low rumble in the distance. Actually it seemed like I felt it vibrating up through the ground before it registered in my ears, the sensation traveling up my tanned legs to tease my pussy with its rhythmic pulsations. Looking for the source of the noise, I turned to see Caleb pulling up on his Harley. I was mesmerized as I watched him park his bike and pull off his helmet, his wavy black hair glimmering in the sunshine. He was wearing a black leather jacket and tight jeans, and I continued to stare as he dismounted, his work boots kicking up clouds of dust as he moved about the bike. Dressed as he was, he looked like the stereotypical bad boy, and he set my pulse racing from the second I laid eyes on him.

  To be honest, I didn’t know the first thing about construction. During my first two days on the job, Caleb seemed to vacillate between annoyance and amusement as he supervised my tasks. Inexperience aside, I’m a fast learner, and his direction took on a teasing tone as he sensed my growing expertise. It didn’t take long before our days were filled with flirtation and innuendo, even as he continued to chide me about being a “slumming Ivy Leaguer.”

  As our relationship developed, however, one thing stayed the same: I couldn’t take my eyes off him when he was wearing his leather motorcycle jacket. The mere sight of it turned me on. And even when he wasn’t wearing it, I noticed that his tanned skin still seemed to hold its faint, earthy scent. It was almost as if a lifetime of wearing it permanently perfumed his masculine flesh, and I’d never encountered anything like it before. The sight and scent of Caleb seemed to have me perpetually in heat.

  As much as I enjoyed our playful banter, I really wanted to prove myself, so I worked extra hard at every task I was assigned. Every night it seemed that I was the last one to leave the site, except for Caleb of course. I was standing alone in a partially finished home one night, looking over my work. When I heard the front door open, I peeked over my shoulder and smiled sexily at Caleb before turning back to recheck the molding I’d recently measured.

  “Hey, you’ve done enough for the day,” Caleb said. “It’s way past quitting time.”

  “I know. I’m wrapping it up.” I glanced over my shoulder again and saw him slowly closing the space between us. He was wearing that damn jacket again, along with his leather driving gloves. He must’ve been ready to hop on his bike and head home when he’d noticed I was still hanging around. The sex vibe between us had been even hotter than usual that day, and as he neared me, it seemed that tonight it was going to boil over—and I was right.

  Caleb gently embraced me from behind, pushing my hair to the side with one hand. His stubble felt delicious as he dragged his lips along my neck, its scratchy sensation igniting my pussy. He brought his gloved hand to my face and turned my lips toward his. He kissed me fiercely, plunging his tongue into my mouth, wrapping his other arm around me and pulling me against him. I felt the teeth of his jacket’s zipper and its chrome buckles digging into my back as he held me tight. They were a delicious contrast to the well-worn leather covering his chest and arms. His hands climbed up my torso and under my T-shirt. I was nearly ready to beg when he teased the undersides of my breasts through my bra, but there was no need. He soon pushed it up over my tits, his gloved fingers pinching and twisting my nipples until I cried out into his mouth. One of his leather-clad hands then slid down my flat stomach to unfasten my jeans and dive into my panties. I gasped when his fingers found my slit, giving my clit a cursory rub before plunging into my hole. That initial thrust literally took my breath away. I was aware of every wrinkle in the leather, every stitch on the glove’s seams, as he drove his fingers in and out of my pussy. My knees buckled slightly, and he renewed his grasp on my waist, keeping me on my feet. I was panting, never having been so turned on in my life. This late-night adventure didn’t compare to the polite, missionary-style sex I’d been having on the eyelet lace-trimmed sheets of my dorm-room bed.

  Switching hands, Caleb brought his pussy-flavored hand up
to my mouth. My lips parted hungrily as I took his leather-clad digits into my mouth, sucking my juice off his fingers. My senses were suffused with the medley of scents: my own desperate arousal and the heady aroma of wet leather. I moaned around his fingers as he began finger-fucking me with his other hand. I was groaning and grinding down on his extended digits, feeling an orgasm starting to swell deep inside me.

  “That’s right, princess,” he growled in my ear. “If you want it, take it. I want you to come all over my fingers.” His words made me shiver. No one had ever talked to me like that before! I was past the point of thinking. There, in the half-finished structure with the moonlight streaming in through the windows, I acted solely on animal instinct. My hips seemed to move of their own accord, rising and falling as I fucked myself on Caleb’s fingers. He continued murmuring dirty encouragements in my ear until I was shivering in his arms, my moans echoing off the sheetrock walls.

  I was about to turn around when Caleb walked me two steps forward and bent me over a nearby sawhorse. Its wooden surface was rough and scratched my forearms, but I didn’t notice at the time. All I knew was that Caleb was pulling my jeans over my ass and down to my knees. I grabbed the sawhorse to steady myself, and with my bra pushed up over my breasts and my jeans banded around my knees, Caleb plunged his cock into me. He bent his body over mine, the scent of his jacket enveloping me as we fucked. Grabbing my shoulders, he pulled me back onto his cock over and over, and I groaned at the sensation of his gloved hands tightly clutching me. Wanting more of his hard cock, I tried to buck back toward him, but Caleb was totally in control. He wrapped one of his hands in my long, blonde hair, using it as a rein as he rode me until he came with a roar.

  I continued to fuck Caleb for the rest of spring break and all through the following summer. We took quite a few road trips together, and nothing thrilled me more than riding on the back of his Harley, with my face nestled in the fragrant leather of his jacket while the vibrations of his bike tickled my pussy until I was dripping wet. We never traveled all that far because it wasn’t long before I was demanding we pull over and fuck. Caleb would toss his jacket on the grass and lay me down on it. I would wriggle on top of the butter-soft leather while he plunged his cock in and out of my cunt until we both came deliriously.

  Caleb and I eventually parted ways. It was an amicable split, but from that time on, I always sought out men who could appreciate the primal eroticism of leather. Over the years, I’ve collected a stunning wardrobe of leather clothes. And though my days in the office are spent in business suits, my nights are spent luxuriating in leather with handsome men who share my passion.

  —Ms. T.R., Boston, Massachusetts

  Shush! Students Are Trying to Have Sex in the School Library

  I am a graduate student at a large, prestigious southern university. I’m not the best-looking guy on campus, but I do all right with the girls. My latest adventure took place in the school library yesterday.

  I was doing research for a term paper, and because I had been in the library for several hours studying, I decided to go outside for a breath of fresh air. That’s when I spotted her. She was about five-feet-two-inches tall with blonde hair, pert breasts and the nicest ass I’d seen in some time. My cock stirred in my pants as my eyes followed her into the library.

  I stayed outside for a few minutes, and then went back to the second floor of the library to finish up my studying. Well, guess who was sitting at my table? Yep, there was the cute blond with the great body, and as I sat down she looked up at me and smiled. She was engrossed in the book she was reading and I was eager to complete my research, so we didn’t say anything to each other for a couple of hours.

  We were the only two people left on the floor when I closed my books and got ready to leave. It was then that she said, “Hi, my name is Cassie. I was wondering if you’d help me with something.” Being a true southern gentleman, how could I refuse such a pretty girl?

  Taking me by the hand, she led me to the far corner of the library. There—surrounded by shelves of books—she unzipped my pants and pulled out my rapidly hardening cock. Dropping to her knees, she wrapped her sensuous lips around my erect organ and proceeded to blow me beautifully. This was a girl who not only loved sucking cock, but one who’d obviously had a lot of practice!

  I was harder than hard and close to coming when Cassie suddenly stopped sucking me. Still kneeling on the library floor, she quickly took off her blouse and her perky little tits wriggled into view. I got down on my knees and wrapped my lips around one of her cute nipples, giving it a good tongue bath before moving on to the other one. Cassie moaned and unbuttoned her cutoffs, then reached down into her panties. My hand quickly joined hers, and I wasn’t surprised to discover she was soaking wet.

  Together we got rid of her cutoffs and panties, and then she got on her back on the library floor. I positioned myself between her legs and began lapping up her flowing juices. She had one of those perfect pussies with dirty blonde hair covering her mound. As I zeroed in on her clit, she really started to moan and told me she needed my cock in her mouth. I swiveled around so that she could suck me while I ate her. I would have preferred to be in a nice warm bed with Cassie instead of on a cold library floor, but what the heck, great sex happens wherever you find it, and I wasn’t about to complain.

  We were going at it hot and heavy when the PA system came on with the announcement that the library was closing in five minutes and that security would be checking to see that everyone left. Just then Cassie started coming like crazy. I followed close behind, shooting gobs of creamy semen down her throat. Then for the first time we kissed, Cassie’s tongue slipping into my mouth as I tasted my come on her lips.

  As I knelt over her head, my new friend took my cock into her mouth and began reviving it. In no time I was ready to go. Spreading her legs wide, Cassie begged me to fuck her. Her pussy greeted my cock with a hug, and then I was pumping into her slowly and steadily but she wanted it harder and faster. “Fuck me good,” she pleaded. “Really make me feel it.”

  I picked up the pace, having completely forgotten about the library closing and the security guard making his rounds. Lost in the moment, I pounded my cock into Cassie’s hotly gripping cunt as she grunted and groaned in approval. We came within seconds of each other, both of us shouting out our pleasure. And then the security guard showed up.

  For like, five seconds, you could hear a pin drop. Then Cassie, bare-assed naked, got to her feet and gave the guard a big smile. He returned it, saying, “Cassie, you up to your old tricks again?” Placing a hand on my butt, she said that she’d found a new love, and then she asked the guard if he would care to join us. The guard had his uniform and underwear off in no time, and suddenly there I was, watching the girl I’d just fucked hungrily sucking another guy.

  Frankly, I didn’t much like being left out of the picture, so I got myself hard again and entered Cassie from behind as she put herself on all fours and continued to suck on the security guard’s cock. We got into a nice rhythm as we did Cassie fore and aft, and then the guard suggested a DP, which the sexy blond found appealing. “She loves getting her two holes plugged at the same time, don’t you, baby?” Cassie removed the cock in her mouth to answer, “God, yes. Do me that way, guys. Please.”

  I got down on my back and Cassie impaled herself on my cock. She then hunched over so the guard could penetrate her asshole, which he did with surprising ease, I thought. Stuffed full of cock, Cassie moaned with delight.

  I couldn’t move well, so I sort of lay there and let Cassie ride my rod while the guard sawed his cock in and out of her ass. Her pussy muscles soon had me shooting my load, and after a few moments I wriggled out from under her and moved to the sidelines, where I watched the guard ass-fuck my new friend until they both came explosively.

  All three of us got our clothes back on and left the library together. Outside, the guard introduced himself as Joe and with a grin said it had been nice to meet me. I walked Cassie to
her dorm, where we exchanged phone numbers before kissing good-bye. We’re going out tomorrow night, and I can only wonder what kind of an adventure that’ll turn out to be.

  —Mr. C.R., Charleston, South Carolina

  Young Intellectuals Get Naked to Test an Interesting Theory

  My boyfriend and I were recently married after living together for many years. Eric and I met when I was a graduate student at a local university. After we had been dating for a while we decided to make the big move to cohabitate. There didn’t seem to be any reason not to: We got along well and saw no need to pay two rents, but most importantly, we’re both very sensual people who love to explore and expand our desires and boundaries. Sexually, we are perfect together, but there is one occasion in particular that stands out in my memory.

  By that point in our relationship Eric had finished school, so while he spent his days toiling as an accountant, I went to classes to earn my doctorate. I was studying to be a psychologist and was a couple of courses away from being ABD—“all but dissertation.”

  Soon after moving in together I was assistant-teaching an undergraduate course in human behavior. There was a big exam coming up, covering chapters and lectures on sexuality. The other TAs and I usually got together to prepare the exams, and this time it was my turn to play host and provide the snacks and caffeine. That night Julie and Mark were there, and we were wrapping up our break and returning to our books when Eric walked in from the gym. He stopped to say hello then excused himself, heading to the bathroom to shower and change.

  Continuing, Mark, Julie, and I began a discussion of sexual attraction and what causes it, specifically the theory that men generally seek many partners while women seek commitment. Julie laughed out loud at this, saying that theory certainly didn’t apply to her. Of course, Mark and I were curious and asked her to elaborate. We got more information than we bargained for, as Julie started in on a graphic description of some of her sexual conquests. Just then, Eric walked back through the living room on his way to the kitchen, toweling his damp hair.