Erotica from Penthouse (8 page)
Before we got to the “threes,” I suggested we just start playing. Sheila led Kathy out of the room. When they returned, my wife was blushing. Adorned in pale blue stockings and little white anklets with red high heels, she sat down and darted her tongue playfully into my ear.
Sheila announced that the fashion show was about to begin. Kevin pushed the table out of the way. Then he positioned his wife in front of us, gently ran his hand over her blouse, and caressed her breasts. Boldly, Kathy put her hand on my cock. Then Kevin unbuttoned Sheila's blouse and exposed a lacy bra that barely covered her nipples. Sheila's eyes closed in ecstasy as he pinched through the bra. Kathy and I began kissing each other as we watched.
Kevin then knelt to stroke his wife's legs. Slowly, he pushed up the hem of her skirt, stopping at mid-thigh. Her hose were sheer and dark, defining the provocative curves of her legs.
“Higher,” said Kathy. “Let's see more.”
Kevin raised the skirt up above Sheila's stockings, which were held by a black garter belt.
“Do you like my panties?” asked Sheila, pointing to her black bikini panties.
“They're beautiful,” Kathy murmured as she kneaded my cock through my pants.
Kevin now held Sheila's skirt up to her waist. We could smell her wetness as she pressed against him. Sheila opened her legs slightly to allow Kevin to insert his hand. After he withdrew, the silky crotch remained tightly nestled in the crease of her cunt.
“Now it's your turn,” I told Kathy. Sheila buttoned her blouse and took Kathy's hand. Kathy slowly rose and stood before us. Kevin kissed my wife on the cheek as Sheila sat beside me to watch the second part of the fantasy unfold.
Kevin slowly cupped Kathy's full breasts. The sight of another man fondling my wife was incredibly arousing.
“Open her dress,” Sheila ordered. Kevin unzipped Kathy's dress and lowered it down her back. She wriggled and the dress slipped down her arms.
I was startled by the snugly fitting corselet pushing her breasts up over the lacy cups. Kevin playfully traced his fingers over the edge of the bra.
“How does that feel, Kathy?” Sheila asked.
“It feels wonderful, orgasmic. He's squeezing so hard.”
Meanwhile Sheila stroked my cock through my pants. I worried briefly about what Kathy would think, but she was too preoccupied to notice.
“Show us more,” Sheila insisted.
Kevin grazed Kathy's thighs and toyed with her garters. Then he tugged on the white satin panties, causing them to press against her cunt. Turning her around, he bent her over to show us how vulnerable and available she was. Pulling the panties to one side, he revealed one of my wife's delectable cheeks. Then he poked the satin into her ass as Kathy began writhing her hips against his touch. His other hand played with her cunt.
It took us all a few moments to regain our composure. As Kathy dressed, we took deep breaths and long sips of our drinks.
“This beats Trivial Pursuit,” I joked and everyone laughed. “But how can you keep up this excitement without coming?”
Sheila confided that there was no penalty for orgasm. But the longer we delayed climax, the better it was when it finally occurred. Kevin announced that the game got more interesting when we reached the “twos.” I couldn't wait.
“How about doing Hot Flashes?” Sheila asked. “We all write a short fantasy, a hot flash, on a slip of paper, then we read them in turn and act them out.”
Sheila handed out pencils and paper. “Now remember,” she cautioned, “we only have a minute to act each one. Be sure to specify who does what to whom.”
Each of us finished quickly, folded the slips of paper, and placed them on the coffee table. “Eric, why don't you read the first one,” Sheila suggested.
Closing my eyes, I picked up Kathy's note. She wanted to suck both men simultaneously. Sheila expressed her delight. Kevin and I obediently stood in front of Kathy, who promptly unzippered us. Wrapping her fingers around our cocks she stroked us gently. Pulling down Kevin's briefs, she exposed the head of his cock. It bobbed, then stood straight out, long, thick and rigid. Next she lowered my shorts below my balls. My cock, too, stood out slightly uptilted.
Kathy proudly displayed us and gently pulled both shafts, then licked the tip of my cock, fondling my testicles. She repeated the process with Kevin. I loved watching her play with his penis.
“Go ahead,” I urged her, “put it in your mouth.”
She took the head in her mouth. I could almost feel the swabbing tongue that Kevin was now thrilling to.
Kathy next sucked on me. Grasping both cocks firmly, she pressed the two heads together. I had never felt another man's cock next to mine, and the sensation was strange and exciting, like one's first French kiss.
Opening her mouth wide, she took in as much of both tips as she could, licking each shaft in turn. Finally, she accommodated both cocks in her mouth at once.
Sheila now read the next flash. She wanted to suck my cock while Kevin spanked her. I sat next to Kevin on the couch. Sheila lay across his lap. She took my cock and probed the tip with her tongue as Kevin spanked her through her skirt. She moaned as he brought his hand down hard. Her mouth held my cock tightly.
Kevin roughly yanked her skirt up. Sheila wriggled to allow him to work it up over her ass. As she writhed her hips, her long stockinged legs and spike heels kicked defiantly in the air while her black-laced cheeks jiggled at his touch. Meanwhile her head bobbed up and down, playing with my loose foreskin.
Kevin's hand came down hard again on Sheila's ass. As he bared his wife's cheeks I began to feel an undeniable rush. “I'm going to come,” I warned.
Kathy began kissing me as the first burst hit. Sheila sucked voraciously. I was filling her mouth with come while Kevin pried her legs apart and spanked her again. “I love you,” Kathy whispered as Sheila swallowed my come and licked my cock clean.
Now it was Kevin's turn. Having spent myself, I was to be an observer. But my hair-trigger cock sprang to life as Kathy read Kevin's flash: “I would like to pleasure Kathy and Sheila simultaneously with two vibrators.”
I could not resist stroking myself as he positioned the women side by side on their hands and knees. Then, slowly pulling down their panties, he took two shiny gold vibrators and switched them on. “Spread your cunts,” Kevin ordered.
Carefully he inserted the humming tips into each gaping vagina. The buzzing grew alternately softer, then louder, as he worked them in and out. Both wives squirmed as he dildo-fucked them faster and faster.
Then it was time for my hot flash. I wanted Kathy and Sheila's mouths to meet around my cock. The thrill of two tongues licking me was surpassed only by the sight of two women tongue-kissing as their mouths met at the tip. Afterward we advanced to the “threes.”
“This one is our favorite,” said Kevin, opening to a page depicting two couples sucking and fucking.
The instructions called for one pair to assist the other in sliding cock into cunt. The second couple then took their turn at fucking while the first lovers helped them. Play was to proceed to a natural conclusion with no time limit. Kevin and Sheila were the first pair.
Kathy lowered Kevin's shorts and began to suck him. I removed Sheila's bra, admiring the pink spice-drop nipples. They jiggled pertly as I sat her on the coffee table. The sound of Kathy slurping Kevin's cock was wonderfully exciting. Taking hold of Sheila's high heels, I spread her legs apart. Then I began running my tongue lightly from the instep of her shoe slowly up the inside of her dark silky leg.
Pausing at the top of her stocking, I licked along the edge, feeling the delicate texture of the nylon and the cool softness of her inner thigh.
“Eat me, Eric. Please eat me,” she begged.
I pushed my tongue deep into the moist cleft. Gently prying apart the lips with my fingers, I alternately sucked and blew. Sheila groaned loudly.
“Let's make them fuck,” Kathy said to me.
I instructed Sheila to lie on the floor on her stomach. Placing a pillow under her head, I raised her ass so that her cunt was presented for Kevin.
Kathy positioned Kevin behind Sheila and continued to suck his penis. I parted Sheila's cunt as Kathy slowly introduced the head of Kevin's penis. The two slowly began to fuck. I sat on the edge of the coffee table so that Sheila could take me into her mouth.
Kathy stroked Kevin's cock as it plunged in and out of Sheila. “Can you get your finger in, too?” Sheila asked Kathy. As my wife complied, Sheila began to come. I pressed my cock deep into her throat.
Kevin had not come yet when I suggested we switch roles. He did not object. Kathy sat astride me, facing away so that Sheila could kneel and lick us both as we fucked. Kevin climbed on the couch beside us so he could offer his penis to Kathy's mouth. She accepted his offer and sucked him as my cock buried itself deeper into her cunt.
Kathy and I fucked furiously. Sheila withdrew my cock from Kathy's cunt and plunged it into her mouth. Then she carefully reinserted it into Kathy. She repeated the process over and over until I thought I would burst. Suddenly I felt the torrent mustering, as though I had never come before in my life. I looked down to see Sheila take the first burst into her mouth. Seconds later she pushed my shaft into Kathy's cunt.
Thrusting even deeper into Kathy's mouth, Kevin shouted, “I'm coming!” The first drops spurted against Kathy's cheek and she quickly swallowed the head. With Kevin's come dripping down her cheek, Kathy began to tremble. All three of us had climaxed at once. Sheila rose to lick the semen off Kathy's cheek. We all fell into a sweet kissing embrace.
The effects of our night with Kevin and Sheila were enduring and delightful—like an extended afterglow. When we arrived home that night, exhausted as we were, we could not take our hands off each other. We fucked ourselves to sleep. The next morning my cock was still rigid. Over and over again we recalled the details of the incredible adventure which now took on the aspect of a vivid wet dream. As we made love we fueled our passion with questions about how his cock tasted in her mouth or how wet Sheila's cunt had been.
We decided definitely to see Kevin and Sheila again, but not too soon or too often.
The attractive couple and their game were like rich delicacies, to be savored in measured portions.
STEAM HEAT
By Eva Girard
As an artist, I am used to unusual situations. But nothing had ever prepared me for my bizarre encounter with Jonathan. Paula, a mutual friend and fellow photographer, hired us to help her photograph a fund-raising party for the new aviary at the city zoo. We were assigned to take Polaroids and present them to the guests as mementos. Paula decided that the job definitely called for us to dress up as birds.
Paula's boyfriend Daniel joined us. A makeup artist and designer, he had fashioned outfits with wing-like sleeves and a peacock tail. He was decorating my face with feathers and sequins when Jonathan arrived. Only a pair of fishnet stockings kept me from being naked.
“Your costume is in the corner, Jonathan,” Paula ordered. “Put it on and Daniel will do your makeup next.”
I watched Jonathan undress. He was long, lean and nicely muscled, like a swimmer. As he dropped each garment to the floor, he continued to stare at my breasts and hips. I found his blatantness arousing and stared back.
At the zoo pavilion we paired off. Jonathan and I wandered around taking Polaroids and giving them to the guests. Many asked to be photographed with one of us. Jonathan enjoyed posing me. While positioning me he would whisper in my ear, “Eva, you have very shapely legs,” and surreptitiously run his hand over my ass. Or he would straighten the straps of my bodice and smooth the pleats over my hips. I found his caresses exciting. Once he cornered me as I was reloading my camera. He slid his hand through the open back of my dress and fondled my breasts.
“I have to see your face,” he murmured, squeezing my nipples. “I like what I've seen so far.” I searched through the folds of his costume, found his cock and fondled back. For the remainder of the job, I thought only about how it had hardened in my hands.
Afterward we went back to Daniel's studio. Paula and Daniel disappeared into the bedroom. As I leaned over to take off my shoes, I felt Jonathan embrace me from behind.
“Let me help you with your dress,” he said.
Peeling off the bodice, he ran his hands over my breasts. We began to kiss passionately. Nearby was a table covered with soft fabrics. Jonathan lifted me onto it. Placing his cock at the opening of my vagina, he gently pushed in half an inch and paused, then advanced the entire tip of his cock and stopped again. He entered me a half-inch at a time, occasionally pulling out and starting over again. This sweet torture made me desperate. I tugged at his hips, but he resisted penetrating me all the way.
So I knelt down before him and with my tongue circled the tip of his cock. I took him into my mouth slowly, a little at a time, sucked and stopped. He grew excited and wanted to thrust deeply into my mouth, but I resisted.
“Come inside me again,” I urged. He thrust into me again and again until the deep waves of pleasure rippled through us.
Later we dressed each other in street clothes and left the studio. The streets were surreally lit by the star-filled March sky. We walked, holding hands, in the direction of my house.
“This is one of my favorite streets,” Jonathan told me. “A city heat pipe runs under it, so almost every block has a sidewalk steam vent. Look.” He pointed to one ahead of us that was spewing large white clouds. “Would you let me photograph you in that one night?” I laughed, amused at the idea. Many artists had asked me to pose before, and I always declined. But imagining myself in one of Jonathan's strange photographs was appealing.
“Yes,” I replied, turning to him. “I might be able to help you.”
Jonathan phoned a few nights later. “Wear something you can easily slip in and out of,” he instructed me, “and I'll pick you up at midnight.”
I put on my kimono and a long blue cape. Half an hour later I found myself naked, along with Paula and Daniel, in an alley in a deserted part of the city. In the middle of the block, a street vent emitted a steady mass of steam. We huddled around it, trying to find warmth in the near freezing night. Jonathan mounted his strobe on the camera. Then he wordlessly slid his hands down my neck and shoulders, peeling back my cape and kimono.
