Penthouse (2 page)

I entered his room; it was empty. I saw his clothes strewn about, the room in its usual state of disorder. I did not notice
at the time the pair of silk panties and the tiny skirt clumped in the corner—it was not until later that this fact would
be recalled. Now all that I noticed was the pile of boxers and socks that was forever growing on the floor until we finally
went to the Laundromat together. A small smile crept across my face as I remembered him plopping me down onto the vibrating
washer and kissing me passionately
as the vibrations spread throughout our bodies, bringing me to near ecstasy in the public laundry.

I continued my walk through the apartment. It was not until I reached the little nook off of which there is a bath that I
heard him. Muffled noises were coming from behind the shut bathroom door, and (was that giggling I heard?) the water was running
for the shower.

I knocked on the door to the bath. “Gary!” I shouted to him. “It’s me. Gary? Honey?” I heard a panicked scrambling going on
behind the bathroom door. “Coming!” he screamed back, and (was that another giggle?) I heard the doorknob rattle as he unlocked
it.

His head peered from behind the door. “Hey, what are you doing here?” he said to me.

“Just thought I’d drop in on you,” I responded defensively. The door opened wider, and I caught a glimpse of someone else
crouched behind Gary. “Who’s there?” I questioned, and then I demanded, “What the fuck!” as the door opened wider, revealing
another girl standing behind my Gary. Both of them were naked and still dripping from the shower. A blast of steam waved across
my face as I stood in the doorway, aghast.

The girl was thin and blond, in contrast to my heavy frame and dark features. She looked frail and delicate, her breasts smallish
and round, her little hips smoothly curved, surrounding her neatly trimmed pussy. She was wet, dripping with soapy water,
leaving little puddly footprints all over the bathroom floor as she squirmed about under my glare. Her eyes were red from
pot and she looked uncomfortable, as if she might be stifling a fit of the giggles.

Gary took a step back from me, his half-erect cock bouncing lightly against his left thigh when he moved. His eyes were redder
than the girl’s, only without the laughter
behind them. He lowered them away from my stare as if in shame. I stared at his body; I knew it so well. His earlobes, his
neck (now covered with someone else’s hickeys), his chest (upon which little beads of water were slipping down), his small,
perfect little stomach which lay flat in contrast to his wild, wiry pubic hair, out of which his dick poked limply. His legs
were firm and tan, and his feet, on which I had nibbled and sucked on numerous occasions, stood in their own little puddles
on the cold, hard tile.

I moved into the bathroom. I was no longer thinking, just acting. I should have been angry, and maybe I was, but I was also
intrigued, and it was this that pushed me out of the doorway and into the steamy, damp bath. I forced them both back into
the cheap little bathroom cabinet, lining them up side by side. I was aware of their nakedness, and I felt a certain power
that went with not being exposed as they were. I was leaning against the opposite wall, regarding them with a steady stare,
when a wave of peevish curiosity overtook me.

I reached out to the blonde and grabbed her nipple, squeezing it between my fingers firmly. She let out a small gasp. I grabbed
her erect tit and rolled it around in between my fingers. I twisted it lightly, making her areola squinch up into a little,
tight ball of pink flesh. I circled her nipple with the palm of my hand, and soon I was using both hands to stimulate her
firm little breasts. The blonde was making little noises under her breath and arching her back to make herself more accessible
to me.

Gary hadn’t moved an inch, although I did notice that his penis had become erect. I leaned back against the wall and stared
at his crotch. I could see the minute little throbbing movements his cock was making, causing it to bounce up and down very
slightly. The blond girl cast her eyes
down at the tile, but my gaze remained fixated on my lover’s stiff cock.

My hands found my own breasts, and I began stroking them beneath the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I teased my nipples, causing
them to stand out like the blonde’s, making two little peaks under my shirt. I ripped my top off over my head, revealing my
smooth white breasts and shocking red nipples. I pulled one of my breasts up toward my mouth, able to get a part of my nipple
sucked in my teeth. My hand fumbled with the zipper on my shorts until they fell to my ankles. I freed my breast from my clenched
teeth and pushed my underwear down, stepping out of my clothes piled on the floor, leaving myself naked as well.

I took a step toward Gary. Neither he nor his friend had dared to move while I stripped out of my clothes; they simply stood
across from me in complete bewilderment. I kneeled down in front of Gary, surveying his cock up close from my new position.
I bent down a little farther and opened my mouth to receive his right testicle. I sucked in air through my teeth, creating
enough of a vacuum for his ball to slip gently into my mouth. I rolled my tongue across the bottom of it, swirling it around
over the light fuzz that encases his nuts. Gary moaned, a noise that was small and meek. I then ran my tongue up his ball
sac and licked the base of his cock, feeling the head bounce lightly across my eyes as I tongued the bottom of his prick.
I continued to lick him, tracing the little vein that goes up the underside of his penis to the very top. It was there that
I stopped, opening my mouth wide to receive him entirely.

I felt the smooth head of his penis slipping down the roof of my mouth back toward my throat. I fought back a small gag as
I took the tip of his cock into my throat, making swallowing motions to help it go down. I forced my
tongue to the front, sliding it over the underside of his cock as I sucked and massaged his stiff prick. I edged his penis
in and out of my pursed lips, his hand grabbing my long hair and using it as a way of guiding my head back and forth. I looked
up and my eyes met first his, then the blonde’s. It was on her that I rested my gaze; she looked uncomfortable, uncertain.
It was then that I made my next move.

I inched over to where the blonde was standing, my knees hurting on the hard tile. I looked at her for a moment, surveying
her nakedness with a naughty smile forming on my lips. Suddenly, before I could change my mind, I dove my head into her pussy,
my tongue parting her lips. I knew exactly where her clit was and went for it, grabbing it lightly between my teeth, nibbling
and sucking. My hand crept up her inner thigh, making its way to her now dripping cunt. I inserted my finger into her, feeling
my way up the slick walls of her vagina until I reached her cervix. I ran the tip of my finger along the base of it, feeling
its smooth arch. I inserted another finger into her cunt and began ramming my hand in and out of her. I increased the pace
at which I was licking her clitoris, and I could feel the walls of her cunt beginning to tremble. Her knees went weak and
she collapsed a little, forcing her hot dripping cunt to slip and slide all over my face.

Gary moved behind me. He sat down on the floor and began to tongue my pussy. I felt his hard little tongue darting about all
over my cunt, lingering a little on my clitoris and popping in and out of my hole. His mouth found my clit, and he began sucking
me as ravenously as I was sucking the blonde. I could no longer keep my balance between the girl’s pussy on my face and Gary’s
mouth on my cunt, and I toppled over sideways onto the floor of the bath.

Gary and the girl fell over with me; he never missed a
stroke of his tongue during our maneuver, although the rhythm I was keeping on the girl was interrupted. She then moved over
to my breasts, burying her head in between them and sucking hard on each nipple. She pressed my tits together and took both
nipples in her mouth simultaneously as Gary increased the pace at which he was vehemently lapping at my cunt.

The muscles in my body suddenly became tense and then released in pulsing motions, causing me to twist about on the floor
in ecstasy. I was not moaning, but grunting and yelping, unable to stay cool in the face of this immense pleasure. I felt
Gary’s fingers and then his cock slide into my pulsating, orgasmic pussy, which clenched and released his prick in quick little
motions. The sensation of his thick, wonderful cock pushing its way into my coming cunt caused me to come again. I noticed
the blonde pulling away from me; perhaps I was being too loud, but nothing at this point could faze me.

Gary did not waste any time. He began pumping my hot, quivering pussy with quick, hard thrusts. My eyes screwed shut with
the pleasure of my lover fucking me. Then I noticed another feeling. My cunt was becoming wetter, and there was something
adding additional pleasure to my already hyperstimulated twat. I managed to open my eyes enough to register the image of the
blonde—her head was crammed in between Gary’s and my pelvises, and she was attempting to both lick my clit and suck Gary while
he was fucking me. I felt her finger slip into my hole in addition to Gary’s cock, and she began to stroke the head of his
dick while it was in me, or at least that was how it felt inside me. Occasionally her tongue would slide over my clit, and
she was moving her finger
around the walls of my cunt. It was more than I could take. I had to make them stop.

I took control of the situation and maneuvered their bodies so that Gary could easily fuck the blonde and I had a clear view
of his cock actually penetrating her. They were both lying on their sides, facing each other. I took Gary’s cock in hand and
inserted it into the blonde’s cunt, which was still soaking from my saliva and her juices. The sight of my lover’s stiff dick
sinking into another girl’s cunt at my command was strangely erotic. I found myself wishing that I had never given up Gary’s
dick, so in return I plunked myself down over the blonde’s face and commanded her to suck me.

She did without hesitation. Gary was able to finger me and massage my body as he fucked her. She eagerly ate my cunt, occasionally
stopping to moan with the pleasure that Gary was giving her pussy. I inserted my fingers into her cunt this time, being certain
to stroke Gary’s cock in all of the places that I knew he liked. He was calling my name, but his voice sounded far away because
I was coming, too. I felt his name being formed on my lips, although I do not remember actually saying it. My cunt began to
gush, and a rippling sensation ran throughout my entire self. My vision blurred, my body flailed, and Gary and I both peaked
simultaneously (the blonde evidently had reached her own satisfaction a few minutes before). We all collapsed on the floor,
spent, our sweaty bodies sticking a bit uncomfortably to the tile. My eyes blinked in the steamy bath. I noticed that the
shower was still running and the bathroom had the steamy wet quality of a rain forest. “Kate, this is Michelle,” Gary said
to me. I looked at the blonde Michelle through the mist and thought,
Some introduction,
but I only smiled.

BY
J
ANE
M
ERRILL

S
ammy understood,
thought Crystal, and she rubbed the supple cartilage of her jumbo Maine coon cat’s thick fur. Sammy’s golden eyes glowed.
Crystal’s tapered fingers caressed the rabbity fur under his chin, feeling for the vibration of his silent purr. At that instant
the subway car seemed to buckle on its tracks. Big Sammy responded to the movement of the car with a second of rigidity, but
quickly went limp and languorous in her arms. Only his big, round head evidenced signs of life as he buffed his cheek against
the silk of his mistress’s blouse and pressed his flat pink nose against the plump nipple that puckered out the silk.

The cat was crafty. Sammy did not want to be returned to the canine carrier. (At fifteen pounds he was too hefty for a cat
carrier.) His sandpapery tongue flicked out in appreciation. What Sammy could not understand was that he was moistening Crystal’s
best blouse. She had just managed to get a very compromising stain out of it from her last trip with Sammy to the vet, and
since the blouse had
been such a wild success with the ordinarily aloof, good-looking veterinarian, she had worn it again today. Only today the
female partner of the veterinary practice had been on duty, so there had been no following Dr. Padillo to the lavatory for
a drink of water and shimmying up onto the side of the big tub to receive his kisses.

With the blouse on her mind, Crystal caught Sammy by the back of the neck and under the belly and tossed him back into the
carrier. There he crouched in silent misery. A few cat hairs lingered on the rises of her full, high breasts. She brushed
them off the silk with a gingerly sweep of her fanning fingers, yet even in this simple tidying up, her gesture was more sensual
than was required, more than wise in an occupied subway car. She let her fingers skim her nipples, find her breasts’ curving
contours. She might have been in front of the mirror of the vanity in her bedroom.

Crystal’s heart began to race and her breath quickened as a well-built, bald stranger wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans,
with a earring in one ear, followed her with his eyes. Her hands lifted an inch away from her chest and hovered, like a lead
curtain impeding his X-ray vision. The stranger gave her a thin but very cognizant smile. Crystal had really been very disappointed
that the tiny escapade with Dr. Padillo had not been repeated at greater leisure, say, at his lunch hour. She consoled herself
that she might have had the best of him. When the vet had stuck it into her, his thrusts had been enthusiastic, but she had
sensed the kind of straight-shooter who has no technique. Thinking of Dr. Padillo, Crystal sighed. She was so revved up today
she would have taken sex gratefully, any way he wanted. She laughed at herself,
I’m shameful.