Penthouse (27 page)

That evening, when I followed them into the Carnal Club, it was like I had walked into a dream. A thin veil of smoke dropped
a filmy curtain around the crowded dance floor and filtered the lights around the bar. Music thumped a seductive rhythm. The
air hung thick with sexual tension and hot sweaty bodies bumping and grinding under strobe lights.

Energy sizzled around me as I found myself getting caught up in the moment. I shook my shoulders in time to the music and
followed Mark and Kelly through the crowd.

While they went to dance, I took a seat at the bar and
scanned the people around me. Everyone talked, laughed, and danced anywhere they could find a spot. This was so unlike the
clubs I used to go to with my ex.

While I was remembering the sleazy dive he used to take me to, something caught my eye. Over by the front door, I spotted
a couple in their mid-twenties pressed together so tight that it was hard to tell where he ended and she began. In slow, languid
movements, his hands boldly explored every swell and curve of her body. His lips feathered kisses from her mouth, to her neck,
and over her shoulder, stopping shy of her tits. Carefully, he inched her back until her body pressed against the wall, and
then he wedged himself between her legs.

My cunt grew wet as I watched him grind against her pussy. His slender hips rolled and thrust as his tongue licked a seductive
path to the valley between her tits.

Suddenly, I longed to feel a hard erection between my legs. Nothing could compare to a hard cock rubbing my clit—no vibrator,
no sex toy, not even fingers.

My clit throbbed in rhythm to the music as I watched him cup her tit and pinch her nipple through her shirt. The tender flesh
puckered under his touch and pressed hard against the thin material of her dress. As if he had done it to me, my nipples tightened
in response.

The girl reached down with one hand and stroked his cock through his jeans before cupping his ass and pulling him close. Now,
his rhythm picked up, faster and harder.

I shifted a little more and spotted the taut bare flesh of her hip and thigh as he pumped his dick into her. I didn’t know
what shocked me more—that he was fucking her right there, or that no one seemed to care.

My first instinct was to look away, but watching them turned me on so much I couldn’t. He glided his hands to
her bottom and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. His long fingers dug into her thighs as he
thrust into her. Pure ecstasy covered her face. Eyes closed and lips parted, she clung to her lover as he brought her to an
all-consuming orgasm.

Then, he rammed himself into her a few more times before slowing his rhythm and lowering her to the ground.

By this time, my cunt dripped with desire. I needed to feel a long hot shaft inside me. At this point, I knew that I either
had to find someone fast, or find a distraction to take my mind off my soaking wet panties.

I turned my attention to the dance floor and searched for Mark and Kelly. There, off to the side by themselves, I found them
rocking their bodies in time to the music.

Kelly’s short black dress clung to every curve of her body. Lights flashed a hypnotic rhythm against her long slender legs,
tiny waist, and full chest as she ground her hips, simulating sex with Mark. Her tits bounced and swayed as she moved. Not
only did I find myself admiring her great body, but I also couldn’t take my eyes off her rock-hard nipples.

When more people joined the dance floor, Mark and Kelly were thrust even closer together. Not that they minded. As her nipples
brushed against his chest, his erection ground against her pelvic bone. Suddenly, I found myself wondering what it would be
like to have a three-some with them. I closed my eyes and fantasized about sucking on Kelly’s clit while Mark fucked me doggy
style. I imagined the sweet smell of her cunt mixed with my own as I lapped at her swollen lips. Then, we’d come in a chain
reaction—Kelly, then me, and finally Mark.

When I opened my eyes, a man joined Mark and Kelly on the dance floor. Lean, with ropes of muscles rolling
down his arms, his slender hips cozied up to Kelly’s tight ass.

My gaze roamed over the stranger’s body, devouring every inch of him. From his thighs, to his crotch, to his narrow waist,
I couldn’t find a single flaw on him. Then, when my gaze locked onto his beautiful clear-blue eyes, my mouth dried. He was
watching me watch him.

He kept me locked in his sights as he scooted closer to Kelly until their hips melded together. As he worked his cock against
her ass, Mark slipped a hand under her skirt. Just by the expression on her face, I knew he was fingering her. And watching
my best friend get off with two guys sent a white-hot heat straight to my cunt.

When one song faded into another, the man sauntered like a jaguar over to me—sleek, sexy, and oh-so-dangerous. My heart raced
into overdrive, anticipating what this stranger had in mind for me. Without saying a word, he cupped my face in his hands
and captured my lips with his. His tongue glided over mine, softly at first before exploring the depths of my mouth. My pussy
lips swelled as he teased every erogenous zone along my neck and shoulders. As he worked his way down to my tits, I glanced
over to the dance floor. Just like I had been watching her and Mark, Kelly was watching me. After she had given me a mind-blowing
show, I wasn’t about to disappoint her.

I spread my legs as an invitation for him to step between them, which he gladly accepted. With his large hands, he eased up
my skirt, then ripped off my panties in a fluid movement. I moaned when I felt his huge dick nuzzle against my pussy. The
scratchy fabric of his pants sheathed his hard cock as he humped against my hard bud. I shifted just enough so that Kelly
could watch him
pinch my sensitive nipples. She slowly nodded her head as if telling me she liked what she saw.

Whether it was the heat of the bar, the alcohol, or the gorgeous man in front of me, I couldn’t be sure. But, without any
hesitation, I eased back against the bar so that I could slide the edge of my stool and feel the tip of his cock glide from
my ass to my clit. He knew exactly what I wanted. With deliberately slow strokes, he worked his cock against my ass and then
my cunt while he nipped one of my nipples between his teeth. I gasped with the sensation and grabbed his cock. He was wider
than I had anticipated. But the thought of him entering my swollen pussy caused my clit to distend even more.

I closed my eyes as he unfastened one button after the other until both of my tits were freed. A wicked smile tugged at the
corner of his mouth as his eyes devoured the creamy flesh and barely pink nipples of my tits.

Like an animal, I ground my clit against him. I nearly screamed with desire. Never had I wanted a man in me so bad.

With his long fingers, he parted my swollen lips, before sliding one finger inside of my warm soft hole. “Oh, yes,” I panted.
“I love it.”

With that, he added another finger, then another. I’d never been three-fingered before, and the new sensation stole my breath.

As I humped him, my heavy breasts swayed as if begging him to touch them. He sucked and nibbled one tit while his warm thumb
and forefinger squeezed the other with gentle pressure. Even though I knew I could come like this, there was one thing that
I needed more than just an orgasm.

I rose and led him to the dance floor. Once we found a
spot, I stepped in front and turned my back to him. I reached behind and pressed his cock against my ass. Through the material
of his pants, I felt a spot of precome. With me as his cover, I eased down his zipper and freed his dick. A film of warm precome
coated the velvet. Hungry for his taste, I slid my fingers over the tip, then licked them clean.

As if on cue, Kelly and Mark joined us. They mirrored our position, with Kelly facing me. Since Kelly and I were the same
height, our tits were conveniently at the same level. Kelly must have noticed this as well because she moved so close our
nipples brushed against each other as we moved. A spark of electricity zipped through me the second her hard nipples made
contact.

“Grab her tits,” Mark said to me.

Without any hesitation, I cupped both my hands under her breasts, then dragged my thumbnail over her nipples.

Kelly tossed her head back. “Oh, it feels so good.”

“Suck it, baby,” Mark demanded.

Kelly and I shared a knowing smile as I leaned over and pulled the strap of her dress down. Her pebble-hard nipple looked
like a delicious piece of pink candy. At first I licked it until it glistened under the pulsing lights, then I sucked it between
my teeth.

She gasped and pulled me closer until my face was buried in her tits. I nibbled and sucked as the stranger behind me hiked
my skirt up over my hips. Then, I felt the heat of his cock pressing against my cunt. Reaching between my legs, I eased his
eight-inch cock inside me while the curve of his shaft rubbed against my ass.

“Is he fucking you?” Kelly panted.

I released her gorgeous nipple and answered, “Oh, yeah.”

“Mark’s fucking me in the ass. It feels so good.”

I kissed her mouth and tasted the sweetness of her tongue as it mated with mine before I returned to her nipples. Then I ran
my hand up the soft inside of her thigh to her swollen folds. Just like my lover had done to me, I teased her clit with my
fingertip, as then glided one finger after another inside of her. She grabbed my arm, urging me to her cunt deeper, harder,
and faster.

My lover reached around and stroked my hard clit with one hand while he pinched my nipple with the other. Kelly took charge
of the other. Between the two of them, I was on the verge of total ecstasy.

Just like in my earlier fantasy, we came in a chain reaction: Mark, Kelly, me, and then my lover. The aroma of sex, sweat,
and raw carnal lust enveloped us. Exhausted, we all leaned against each other, with Kelly and I hugging in the middle. When
Mark and my lover caught their breath, they went to the bar to order drinks, leaving Kelly and me on the dance floor. As we
hugged, I gave her another kiss while cupping her tits in my hands.

Kelly traced my nipple with her fingertip as she said, “I always hoped this would happen one day.”

“Me too.”

When my hour had ended, I left the club with an invitation to Mark and Kelly’s for the next evening, and with a new lesson
that a lot can happen in an hour.

BY
S
HARON
B
USH

A
wakening in midday, Kathy climbs into the shower. Lukewarm water wraps its arms around her, massaging the contours of her
velvetlike body. The setting sun shines through a skylight window, casting a natural glow on the fine, translucent frizzies
on her arms and buttocks.

She spreads a bar of moisturizing soap over the thickness of her abdomen and lathers the light brown, lustrous hairs of her
pubis. As she parts her outer lips to reveal the spare tongue in her pink palace, Kathy looks up and into the electronic eye
of her video camera. She inserts a finger into her vagina, pumping the light crimson flesh until the soothing overhead spray
rinses clean her orgasm.

After drying off, she transfers the camera from its voyeuristic position on her vanity and takes it into the living room,
where she deposits the newest addition to her collection of narcissistic videos.

When she is not at the television station, most of Kathy’s time is spent pining for Ben’s lost affection and running errands.
While purchasing groceries one Tuesday
morning, she is handed a coupon for a complimentary sampling of the Rendezvous Restaurant’s world-famous dry ribs. It is an
offer she finds difficult to refuse.

Among the sparse lunchtime crowd at the restaurant is Carmelita, WHEG-TV’s vice president of entertainment and news programming.
Kathy eyes her superior like a pubescent female would admire the fullness of any total woman.

As her glance lingers, Kathy remembers the day when she first saw a woman’s body. She had just finished her weekly swim class
at the YWCA. The locker room was segregated. Anyone under age twelve was isolated to a small, partitioned area of the room.
As usual, the two showers were occupied, with nearly eight giggly girls waiting in a queue for their turn.

With her patience evaporating as quickly as the beads of water on her shoulders, Kathy decided to venture to the adult side
of the room, where she could hear only one stall being occupied.

“Do you always bathe with your clothes on?” a voice rang out.

Startled, a bashful Kathy glanced up at a smiling face. “No, ma’am. It’s just that there are no curtains over here,” explained
an embarrassed Kathy.

“The chlorine is harmful. It’ll age you faster than the Arizona sun,” the woman exclaimed.

Maybe she has a point,
Kathy thought to herself as she sneaked a look at this squeaky clean woman who seemed to be no more than twenty-five years
old. “I get it,” said the woman. “You’re shy. That’s all right. I’ll give you your privacy. But you’d better hurry because
the rest of the adults will be in here in about five minutes. See ya!” The woman turned her back to Kathy and continued to
dry herself.
When she left, Kathy quickly removed her swimsuit and enjoyed her shower.

While bathing, ten-year-old Kathy could not help but compare her body with the woman’s. She looked down at her tiny, budding
breasts and wondered whether they would ever grow to resemble the woman’s bountiful set of mammaries that jiggled with the
slightest movement. Kathy could not wait to grow up. Her teen years seemed to drag. Her girlfriends matured much quicker than
she and that only added to her inflated sense of insecurity. “Let me see it!” one friend would tease during a slumber party.
Reluctantly, Kathy would lower the bottom half of her baby-doll pajamas to reveal little, if any, development.

Like wildflowers springing up overnight, it happened. It was her fourteenth birthday when Kathy reached inside her panties
to discover she was not a birth defect after all. There it was. Her prayers had been answered. And Kathy has been fascinated
by pubic hair ever since.