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Chapter 6--The Self-Gratification Escalation: The Exhibitionism Blowback

All good things must end, however, and so did Penny and Amy’s moment on the roof.

After some time had passed, Penny popped her slumping head up. “Amy, I’m buck-naked on a rooftop. I called you so I could get the fuck off this rooftop, not so you could come up here and fingerbang me.” Amy thought Penny was being a bit callous, describing what they had just shared as a mere ‘fingerbang,’ but she let it slide.

“Let me up; my ass is on fire,” said Penny. She stood up and her glorious buttocks were right in Amy’s face. They were bright red and dimpled with tiny bits of gravel, pitted from the hot rooftop she’d been sitting on. There were fine lines of scratch marks on her ass and thighs.

“Here, let me help you out,” said Amy, and she proceeded to brush the dust and gravel off Penny’s ass, enjoying the way the marvelously firm buttocks jiggled and jounced under her touch. On a sudden whim she grabbed Penny by the hips, pulled her backward, and bit her on the butt-cheek. Hard.

“Ow! Goddammit Amy!” Penny reached behind to swat at Amy but ended up slapping her in the face. A bit harder than she intended, but Penny found it gratifying nonetheless.

Amy was taken aback at first, but the ancient turn-on of being slapped flooded through her, and she just smiled when Penny turned around. “Sorry, I was just remembering that time when we were talking with Bernadette about biting heinie. I just got inspired by the beautiful canvas in front of me, and I had to leave my mark.” She did her best at a cute smile, but Penny was having none of it.

“I never gave you permission to bite my heinie, but you can kiss my rosy-red ass.” Without warning, Penny cocked her arm at the elbow, pulled it back, lifted a leg, and let one rip. She guffawed.

Amy was incensed. “Seriously? You’re farting in my face now?”

Penny ignored her. “I hope you didn’t shut the door to the roof, or we still can’t get down,” she said.

“Shit, I didn’t know that!” exclaimed Amy.

“What?!” Penny was terrified; all this and she was still trapped on the roof? She rushed around the corner to see the door wide open.

“Ha, ha fooled you,” said Amy, realizing that Penny was not going to help her up. She stood and saw that Penny was not amused. Her face was actually red with what looked like anger, but instead of rushing into the concealment of the stairwell, she stood defiantly, arms crossed over her breasts.

“Let’s just go to your apartment so I can get my keys and go home. I’m going to stay up here in the stairwell and come down in a minute or two once my place is open.”

“What if I say no…just leave you up here?” Amy was teasing mercilessly now.

Penny fixed her with a stone-cold stare. She said in a low voice: “Let me in to my apartment right now, or I swear to god I will kick the ever-loving shit out of you right here, right now on this rooftop. Then I’ll strip you naked, take all your clothes, and leave you out here.”

Amy couldn’t quite tell whether Penny was bluffing or not, but she didn’t want to find out, because Penny sure didn’t look like she was playing. Amy smiled nervously.

“Oh, just follow me down bestie. It’ll only take a second.”

“Don’t call me bestie. You’re really pissing me off right now. First you blackmail me for naked pix, then come up here and all but rape me, and now you’re wanting to call me bestie?”

“First off, you can’t rape the willing.” Amy stopped here purposely, and Penny, despite her dander being up, rolled her eyes sideways, and a half-smile that she didn’t want found its way to her face.

Amy crinkled her nose, smiled, and went on. “Secondly, you have no business sitting there on your high horse. Sneaking around, masturbating in my house when I’m gone, and even when I’m there.”

“You barged in on me and Leonard having sex!”

“And thank god I only saw you naked and not him.”

Penny’s eyes narrowed and she began stomping down the stairs. “At least I can get some from someone besides myself.”

That hurt Amy’s feelings. “That’s a low blow Penny, even for you,” she muttered as she followed her friend down the stairs.

“Oh, look who’s talking. You insulted my husband.”

“Don’t get mad at me because you have the hots for my sweet baboo and I’m not turned on by yours.”

Penny whirled, sneered at Amy and made a disgusted hacking sound in her throat but said nothing as she continued on.

Interesting, thought Amy. I was only half-kidding, but she didn’t bother to deny being attracted to Sheldon. Now I know it hasn’t been just my imagination over the years. She filed that tidbit away for further examination later.

Penny was glancing furtively around each corner of the stairwell. When they got down to the fourth floor, Amy began searching through her purse. Down below they could hear the sounds of two people heading up the stairs.

“Come on Amy; hurry up!” said Penny.

“Let me see, those keys are in here somewhere,” said Amy, still rummaging around as the sound of the people coming upstairs got closer and closer.

“Goddammit! Amy, stop fucking around!” Penny whispered.

Amy smiled her wicked grin. “Oh,” she said. “Here they are.” She pulled them up, holding the keys daintily between two fingers, and then made a show of fumbling to get them into the lock. Penny was all but dancing now, with her new pixie bob looking for all the world like a little girl who had to pee bouncing up and down in nothing but her pink shoes.

Right when it seemed as if the unseen voices were about to round the corner and see Penny, Amy opened the door and Penny rushed past her, around the corner and out of sight.

“Hi Mrs. Vartabedian!” said Amy, exaggeratedly. “Hope you’re enjoying the new sixth floor apartment.” Penny sat on Amy’s bed, fuming as Amy drew out the small talk as long as possible. She knew that Amy was getting a little thrill out of trapping Penny naked in her bedroom, just like she’d gotten her kicks blackmailing Penny while she was trapped on the roof.

She grew tired of waiting for Amy to finish playing her little game and rifled through her dresser. Throwing on one of Amy’s god-awful flannel nighties, Penny stormed into the living room just as Mrs. Vartabedian and her friend continued up the stairs. Penny just glared as Amy walked across the hall to unlock Penny’s door.

As soon as Penny was in, she lifted her arms, stripped Amy’s nightie off and threw it backward over her shoulder, turning just her head to glare as she slammed the door with her foot.

***

Amy showered as soon as she got back to her apartment. She eyed the tender spot on her ribcage where Penny had elbowed her; that was going to turn into an ugly bruise. Fortunately, Sheldon usually didn’t pay much attention to her body, so she didn’t worry about having to explain it, but still, sometimes he showed a surprising eye for detail, so she knew she’d better have a story ready.

To say nothing of the fat lower lip where Penny had headbutted her. Amy smiled to herself over a cup of coffee later that afternoon, but she winced as the hot beverage sent a bolt of pain lancing through her injured lip. With her battle scars, and also just the fact that she just didn’t want to, she had decided not to go back in to work.

Wow, that that was something. Amy reflected over the events of this weird day, this even weirder week. She hadn’t expected to ravage Penny on the rooftop; it just sort of came to her in the moment, but Penny was clearly conflicted about it. Amy, however, felt a growing sense of confidence.

It’s telling, I think, that she didn’t ask for her key back. Or ask me to delete the photos she sent me. I wish she would just let go of whatever stubbornness is holding her back from admitting her feelings toward me. I think she’s losing ground, though. I think soon we’ll be together, in the way we both need to be.

Amy took out her phone and looked slowly, longingly at the three photos Penny had sent her; she knew she’d be masturbating to those before the week was out. Maybe even before the day was out…amazingly enough, she was starting to feel the beginnings of desire stir in her again.

I think Sheldon’s getting lucky tonight she thought to herself, but silently she was worried. She knew that if anyone could be described as having “gotten lucky” in that scenario, it was her.

***

Penny, when she took her shower, was more concerned than Amy was about how she would explain her injuries to her husband. Her ass-cheeks and thighs were covered in faint but unmistakable scratches; not to mention there was a god-damn bite mark, visible plain as day on her right cheek. That’s not going anywhere soon, she thought to herself ruefully. Her tits still hurt like crazy; it felt like Amy had been trying to rip her nipples off. She would be surprised if she didn’t end up being bruised there. And what’s that…Jesus Christ!

As she was rubbing a tender spot on the back of her neck, she looked in the mirror and saw the hickey, clearer even than the bite-mark on her ass. She could avoid getting naked in front of Leonard for a little while to hide the damage to her nethers, but the hickey was another story.

Penny was furious. She had been so shocked when Amy attacked her on the rooftop that way…if she hadn’t been just about to cum when Amy did that, little Mrs. Fowler would never have gotten away with pulling a stunt like that. Still, Penny closed her eyes and felt herself start to swoon as she thought back to that brief, beautiful moment she and Amy had shared.

As she soaped herself in the shower, she thought about getting out her dildo afterward, but she knew it would be anticlimactic after her little adventure with Amy on the rooftop. She had been planning on getting laid tonight by Leonard, but was concerned that she was too banged up to risk it. Even in the dark he might notice the scratches on her behind, and so she set about covering the hickey with makeup, and thought about what outfits she might wear the next few days until her marks faded.

Penny spent the rest of the day more than a little worried that someone had called the cops on the women who went from fighting to having loud sex on the rooftop, or worse, recognize her and come banging on her apartment door for some nefarious purpose, but neither happened.

When Leonard got home, Penny was wearing a high-collared shirt and short shorts, and as she fixed dinner she could feel his eyes on her unselfconsciously sexy person. Despite her day she found herself wanting sex. Leonard flirted with her all evening, and by the time they went to the bedroom, Penny had decided that Leonard was going to get laid.

***

Amy had done her best to entice Sheldon once he got home, but, unsurprisingly, she had gotten nowhere. He had asked about her lip, and she said she rean into a wall. She put on one of his dress-shirts (with nothing on underneath; for some reason that turned her on incredibly) and set about giving him her best fuck-me eyes while she sat seductively on the couch, reading as Sheldon made dinner. He didn’t seem to notice her one bit, and his attention toward her went no further than pleasant small talk, much to Amy’s frustration.

She turned it up a notch at dinner, unbuttoning the top buttons of the shirt and doing her best to lean over the table whenever possible. Sheldon simply asked if he needed to do laundry, since it appeared that Amy was out of shirts because she was wearing one of his.

As a last-ditch attempt she did her level-best to get Sheldon to drink some wine; sometimes when he had a buzz he would loosen up a bit, but no dice. He just shook his head and reminded her that he was working early these days on a special project, and on that note he headed to bed.

Still tormented by some residual guilt over all the people she’d had sex with lately, she didn’t feel right giving him any grief over it. All the people I’ve been having sex with lately? she said to herself. Who is this person? The guilt quickly faded, and she smiled at herself. Seemingly unaware of just how sexy she looked, she stretched and yawned, preparing to join Sheldon in bed for a good night’s rest.

She was tired after all; a side-effect of all the great sex she was having with herself these days was that she felt exhausted by evening time, and she had been getting a delicious night’s sleep lately: long, uninterrupted, and restful. Just as she was about to get up and head to bed she heard a long, loud moan come from across the hall; it sounded like the Lenny and Penny bang-bang show was rolling again.

She was extremely jealous of Penny’s ability to get laid whenever she wanted; however much Amy felt like she was getting the upper hand on Penny in terms of the little masturbation war they’d been having lately, her own inability to get her husband to fuck her was getting tedious and irritating. Hell, I’m looking at tedious and irritating in the rear-view mirror.

She sat there for a minute on the couch as her neighbors’ sex grew louder and louder, and Amy thought about giving herself a quick night-cap of an orgasm. She rubbed her dampening pussy purposefully, closed her eyes restfully and listened as the noises grew until Penny finally trumpeted her climax into the night for all to hear.

Amy sighed wistfully. No, she would let the heat build for now; tomorrow morning would be all the more intense for it. She got up to flip off the lights and went to lay down by Sheldon. He was snoring gently; she wrapped her arm around his waist and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Thursday morning Amy awoke after Sheldon was already gone. She stretched slowly in the early morning light, still having the hangovers from a vague, barely-remembered, yet seemingly intense sex dream involving both Bert and Penny, and realized that she was naked. She thought, not a little sadly, that this was the first time she had slept naked with Sheldon. Before, even after they had had sex, she put on one of her old favorite nighties; last night she had simply stripped off Sheldon’s dress shirt, dropped it on the floor and climbed in bed.

I suppose it’s in keeping with my new home nudity policy she thought to herself, and went out to get some of the coffee Sheldon had made. Sheldon drinking coffee. It was another way her life was changing, she thought, and as she stood in the kitchen sipping her steaming cup, thinking with increasing intensity about what the first play-session with herself might look like this morning, she heard the snick of a key in the lock of her front door and smiled. It was either Sheldon or Penny, and if on the off chance it was anyone else, well, they’d know better than to come in without knocking in the future.

It was in fact Penny; she looked mildly startled at first and her face reddened slightly as Amy stood there, turning slowly so she was facing Penny, and casually leaned against the counter.

“Morning bestie,” she said. “Something I can do for you?” She sipped her coffee and smiled, flipping her hair back and slowly putting on her glasses. She felt slightly self-conscious about her fat lip, yet there was also something strangely sensual and exciting about it.

Penny said nothing, but then started stammering. “Well, I, uh, I just came over to…” she trailed off, her face turning a brilliant shade of pink, but she never took her eyes off Amy. She was wearing a pink tank-top that was barely there, and her red flowery silk short-short PJs.

“You just come over to enjoy the view, or what?” Amy asked with mild sarcasm. Oh god this is fun, she thought to herself. Come on Penny, just do what you really came over here to do… Amy set the cup down and leaned back, putting both elbows on the counter in feigned absent-mindedness, knowing full well that it pushed her breasts out, making them slightly more prominent. She willed a cloud of pheromones in Penny’s direction, then stood up purposefully.

That startled Penny out of her gawking. “I….I forgot what I came over for.” She turned and left, slamming the door behind her.

Amy giggled to herself. She’ll be back. And with that in mind, it’s time to start my day… She went into the bathroom and put on a little makeup, primped for a bit, evacuated, and then went to get her supplies from under the bed.

It’s time for the big boy, she thought excitedly. The largest of the three graduated butt plugs beckoned her. It was intimidating compared to the middle one; quite a step up. Still, she felt she was up for the challenge. She had also brought her big fleshy uncut dildo with her, the poppers, and the purple g-spot stimulator. She took them all and went into the living room, licked the suction cup base of the plug and slapped it onto the coffee table, where it stuck with a vulgar splut!

Satisfied that it was securely fastened, Amy squirted some lube onto her fingers and bent over, spreading her cheeks. The lube was delightfully chilly as she spread it all around the outside of her starfish, and she stuck her middle finger up inside herself to the second knuckle, making sure to swab all around the inside. The rest of it went onto the thick toy, and she felt a short, titillating sense of anxiety at the thought of getting that into her asshole.

I’ve got just the thing to help with that. She shook her bottle of Raw Dog, hearing what was fast becoming a comforting, intoxicating rattle as she shook it. The bottle opened with a vaguely venomous hiss. She closed one nostril and inhaled deeply, feeling the noxious vapor sting all the way into her lungs, and then paused in incredible excitement in that brief second before the rush began.

It took a second to flood over her, creeping up the back of the neck to explode into her head. Her heart pounded furiously, her vision went dim and she exhaled and sat straight backward onto the plug, and she felt the drug relax her sphincter, easing open her rosebud to allow the fat toy access.

She opened effortlessly and slid down until she got to the base. The rest had gone in easily, but she had to pause there at the pain; there was resistance, no doubt, despite her best efforts. In the dim fog she was feeling she took a quick second hit and felt her vision truly grow dim, and her world subsided into a sea of desire as she relaxed further and bore down. A loud, long moan escaped her as the remainder of the toy broke down the last resistance and slid into her as she sat down until all her weight was resting on the table.

She set the bottle aside and put her hands on her knees. This bad boy was so wide! She felt a shit-eating grin spread over her face as she began rocking gently back and forth, back and forth. The toy was cool; she found that she loved those first few moment after she had stuck a toy inside her and it had not yet warmed up to body temperature. She felt sorry for anyone who had never felt that incredible sensation; she supposed that for her it hearkened all the way back to the vegetables, cold from the refrigerator, that she had used to pleasure herself in her teenage years.

She felt a sharp twinge, like if you stuck your finger too hard into your belly button, but this twinge was deep in her innards; she could feel the very rounded point of the thing deep inside her, pressing at the second gate that would grant it access into her deepest recesses, past her rectum and into the sigmoid colon. She knew this because she was a biologist, but knowing was one thing; this was something she was now feeling, a way of understanding and exploring her body that could never be had from any book, but only by direct experience.

She hit the bottle of poppers a third time and entered a trance-like state in which she felt the inner door open, and the plug just barely pressed through it. In her zen mode she found herself wishing for something much larger, something with a meaty head to batter down the gates to her sanctum sanctorum, and when she came to, she found herself rocking back and forth vigorously, groaning deeply and throatily, and gasping at this visceral sensation, this way of discovering a new depth of intimacy within herself.

When she finally got hold of her senses a bit more, she found that she had been stroking her clit without even knowing it; she was soaking wet, and then remembered that she had a purpose besides self-invasion.

Not without some difficulty, she loosened the suction cup from the table and stood, the toy still fully inside her, though much to her disappointment it slid out from her innermost recesses. But the base was so wide that it stayed inside her comfortably, firmly. Realizing she needed a drink to stay her nerves, she took the half-pint of vodka she hid from Sheldon with her toys and poured it in a glass with some orange juice.

It didn’t take her long to down it, and for her head to clear as a mild buzz overtook her. She couldn’t tell whether she fully enjoyed the sensation of having the immense toy up her ass as she went about the next part of her project, but she was glad that she had voided her bowels earlier or there might be trouble, she knew. Still, the idea that it was stretching her body out, getting her used to entirely new frontiers of inner space was incredibly intoxicating to her, and so, leaving the invader in place even though it made walking awkward, she went to work on the rest of her idea.

***

Penny was furious with herself. She couldn’t believe she’d just barged into Amy’s apartment with no clear idea of what she was doing there; after Leonard had left she had felt herself in a certain mental fog, not knowing what she was going to do that morning, which was a very unusual state for her to be in.

Last night she had thrown Leonard down on the bed and ridden him, dragging it out as long as possible and rubbing her own self out while being as loud as possible; she kept Leonard’s hands off her scratched-up ass and wrapped them tightly around her waist. In the dark, she had decided, he would never see the injuries from the fuck-scuffle she’d been in with Amy. Besides, she had really needed to get some.

Amy may have one-upped her earlier in the day, but the one way that Penny knew she had the upper hand was in being able to fuck her husband whenever she wanted, so she lorded that over Amy loudly, knowing full-well that her friend was listening across the hall. And Mrs. Vartabedian and anyone else who heard could just eat their hearts out; she could tell just by the looks she received in passing that she could fuck anyone in the building if she wanted, old or young, hot or homely, man, woman or otherwise. While this was nothing new to her, she took a great deal of comfort from that, from knowing that Amy wasn’t the only one at 2311 who burned with desire when the sounds of Penny’s bliss rang through the night air. Being the object of rapt desire was the bombshell’s burden, but she had learned at a young age how to deal with that, and how to use it to her advantage.

But here, now, this morning, she was in a state of uncertainty. She had wandered over to Amy’s in a sort of haze, not sure of what she had in mind, and when she saw her best friend standing there naked in the kitchen, she had stopped.

How did I just know you were going to be there, looking at me just that way? She imagined herself speaking to Amy. Are we in synch? Is there some sort of short-wave radio signal passing between our minds? Even now she was still unsure as to what she was going to do next, so she decided that taking a shower was as good an idea as any. She found herself wishing she had jumped Leonard’s bones this morning before he left for work; she really needed a human connection today, and not just with herself.

As she stepped out of the shower she thought she heard something. Drying herself off she tiptoed to her bathroom door and cracked it open. Someone was moaning, and doing so loudly. It was Amy, and it sounded like she was in Penny’s living room!

That bitch! Penny was confused; partly furious, partly just plain furiously horny. If she’s doing what I think she’s doing…

She wrapped a towel around herself and stormed into the living room. There was Amy, sure enough, not a stitch of clothes on. She was on her knees in Sheldon’s spot, of all places, leaning with her head on the back of the couch. There was a huge buttplug in her ass, with a suction cup attached to the end, and there was a loud humming coming from between her legs, but both her hands were on the back of the couch.

“What the hell are you doing?” asked Penny, unable to tell if she was genuinely outraged or extremely curious as to what exacly Amy was doing. Whatever it was, that little minx was turning her on, and she hated it.

Amy turned around and looked at her with heavily lidded eyes, and a dumb grin crossed her face. “Hey bestie,” she said, and then moaned slowly as she turned around. “I just have some new toys, I thought I’d..aaah!” she gasped as she slowly lowered herself down, jamming the toy further inside of her. Penny was dumbfounded as Amy scooted her ass down and put her feet on the coffee table. She saw a purple thing in Amy’s pussy, a weird looking toy that she had never seen before.

Despite herself, she asked “What on earth is that?”

Amy moaned again and said “It’s a g-spot vibrator. With a suction cup for the clitoris. It induces some…” she stopped to pant for a second ”…incredible sensations. Why don’t you come over here and lend a hand?” She sneered at Penny. “Maybe let me sit on your face?”

Penny’s eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her breasts and guffawed. “Hah! How exactly would we manage that with plugzilla there crammed up your bunghole?”

Amy panted for a second, seemingly lost. Then she replied: “We’d make it work. Trust me. Now get over here. You can even sit on my face if you’d prefer…”

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Penny sneered.

“Yes,” Amy replied confidently. “And so would you.” She smiled in a manner that was somehow condescending, despite the fact that she was pleasuring herself on her bestie’s couch. She closed her eyes and groaned again, a bit louder, and once again lost herself for a moment, and the only sound in the room was the high pitch humming. Her hips began to undulate, and then slowly pitch back and forth on their own.

“Oh my god Amy would you just go back over to your place and do that?” said Penny, with more conviction than she felt. She was pissed off because Amy was right: she really did want to go over to the couch and join.

Amy moaned again. “No way sister. Unless you pick me up and throw me out into the hall, there’s no way I’m leaving here ‘til I’m done.” Her hips picked up the pace and she closed her eyes and readjusted the purple toy that was about to make her cum.

Penny rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Just pack up and go when you’re done.” Although she really didn’t want to, she turned to go back down the hall.

“Well you could at least stay and watch…” Amy trailed off and panted loudly. “After all, I did take the trouble to come over here,“ she said.

Penny hesitated. “Come a bit closer,” Amy gasped. “I…want to show you something.”

In spite of herself Penny took a few steps toward Amy. She was now standing directly in front of her. “What could you possibly want to show me?”

“Just…this!” Amy said, and with that she exploded. With a loud wail and a forward thrust of her hips the purple toy shot out of her and thudded to the floor, and suddenly she was in the middle of a ferocious orgasm. The toy up her ass was so huge that her contractions around it were painful, painful and so unbelievably intense. Her body tried to expel it, but the base was way too wide, so it just held there inside her, tense and thrumming as Amy came.

As the vibrator fell to the floor a gusher of fluid erupted from her twat; even in the throes of her ecstasy Amy had aimed it perfectly, and Penny shrieked as the fountain hit her in the face. Amy started laughing to beat the band as she hiked her knees back by her ears and reached around the outside of her thigh to slap at her clit and continue cumming. Penny staggered backward, spluttering and putting her hands up as her towel fell to the floor. She slipped on the slick fluid and fell on her ass, trying to scramble out of the way as spurt after spurt erupted from Amy, a gasp or a warbling moan accompanying each one. Some shot clear over the island and into the kitchen, raining droplets down on Penny’s head as they passed over her. Others fell short and splattered onto her body or face; Penny couldn’t tell whether it was piss or what. She could have gotten out of the way at some point had she really wanted, yet there she stayed. She even opened her mouth slightly to let some fall to the back of her throat, which she closed her eyes and swallowed.

Penny hated herself for how turned on she was; part of her wanted to stay in this fountain forever, and she absentmindedly began rubbing herself; she felt the brain fog returning that she thought had been dispelled by the shower. Amy was gasping more slowly now; a few more small spurts and she seemed to be done.

Penny leaned up on her elbows. “Amy you fucking bitch,” she half-whispered. Then more forcefully, really trying hard: “You’re going to clean this up.”

Amy harrumphed, in a way that clearly suggested she would do no such thing. Instead, what she did was to stand up and duck-walk over to Penny with that ridiculously huge toy in her ass, and then she squatted over Penny’s face and bore down. Penny had just time enough to squeak and scoot back when the plug slid out of Amy’s ass and thwacked her on the flat of her chest, right between her slippery tits which now hung gracelessly to either side. The toy bounced once and slid onto her smooth, fluid-slicked abdomen, coming to rest in the tiny puddle that had formed around her navel.

Penny looked up at Amy’s gaping asscunt, wide-open now and looking like the mere hole into her body that it was. The edges of her anus pulsed slowly, but she had been so stretched by the toy that it never closed completely; it was like some obscene, cavernous alien maw, slowly twitching in hunger, beautiful and terrible to behold, barely visible but powerfully present, nestled there in the darkness between Amy’s buttocks. Some cloudy ochre santorum dribbled out like saliva to mix on Penny’s body with the exudate in which she was already drenched.

Penny couldn’t tell whether she was terrified, disgusted, or filled with an ancient lust as she stared wide-eyed. Finally it was the lust that came to the fore; she could no longer control herself and pretend to be indifferent. She reached up and grabbed Amy by the hips, pulling the brunette down onto her face. Penny opened her mouth wide, as though she were eating an apple, and her tongue slid deep into Amy’s insides. Penny marveled at this new sensation; she was making out with the alien mouth, kissing it passionately, tonguing it as deeply as she could.

Amy squatted there for a moment, grinding Penny’s head into the floor as the blonde moaned and started to finger herself. Amy pressed almost all her weight down, looking idly and in curious detachment as Penny frantically rubbed her clit from side to side, and Amy felt a deep satisfaction as she noticed for the first time just how long and strong Penny’s tongue was as Penny thoroughly swabbed out her backside. Occasionally that talented tongue strayed forward to pass expertly over Amy’s pussy, the tip tickling her clit, then moving back to slide hungrily into her twat, but always eagerly, greedily even, back into Amy’s anus before it could begin to close up again.

Amy was strongly tempted to stay with Penny; to command her, body and soul, to control her and take whatever pleasure she wanted now that she knew Penny would bend to her every whim. But something even more important than pleasure was at stake.

As difficult as it was for her, Amy reached down and stopped Penny’s hand from masturbating, grabbing her wrist forcefully and setting it down by Penny’s side. The hand did not move again. Amy suddenly stood up as Penny gasped in disappointment.

Amy reached down and picked up both her toys, looking down at Penny’s slicked face and body, eyes and mouth red, looking for all the world like she’d been crying, but the moisture had all come from Amy’s body.

Amy then mustered her best look of contempt; which, she knew, was a very good look of contempt. Gesturing with her head to the slick puddles on the floor, she said “You clean it up.”

Amy walked resolutely to the door and opened it. Turning, she glanced briefly at Penny. “Bitch.”

With that she flung the door open wide and left it that way. She stalked across the hall to her own home, trailing drops of fluid onto the floor. She went in and slammed the door behind her, making a point of locking it loudly.

Had anyone walked by her wide-open door just then, they would have seen Penny lying exposed on the floor, undignified, drenched, smelly, horny and terribly unsatisfied, filled with an unrequited longing as she blinked in confusion and amazement at what had just happened.

***

After taking her second shower in less than an hour, Penny spent a long while cleaning up the apartment, and as she did so the stupor that had come over her faded.

She didn’t know how Amy sometimes did that to her: overpowered her physically, the way she did on the roof even though Penny was far the stronger of the two; and psychologically, how with just a word and tone of voice she forced Penny to lie there on the floor and be humiliated, almost as though she were powerless to do anything other than what Amy wanted from her.

It didn’t feel fair. It was like Amy had found Penny’s cheat code, like she was exploiting something profound in Penny’s nature that Penny herself didn’t even know was there; something that Amy had figured out but that Penny couldn’t quite see, and as the strange fog she’d been in started to lift, her anger grew.

She was still horny as all hell for one thing. She’d always been a horn-dog, but whatever was going on with her and Amy lately had lit a fire under her that couldn’t be put out. That fire had banked temporarily as Penny mopped and swabbed and scrubbed and cursed, but as she finished, the Nebraska cowgirl in her took over, and she made up her mind that she was going to show Amy just exactly where the bear when through the buckwheat. Whatever bullshit psych job Amy was pulling on her was now over.

As she marched to the door, she realized she had never bothered putting clothes on; she’d been hot and bothered and just didn’t feel like it. Without even pausing to see if anyone was in the hall, she stomped over to Amy’s door in her righteous anger and turned the handle: it was locked. She pounded, red-faced and furious.

“Amy!” she yelled. “You get your ass out here. Open this fucking door!” She pounded again. “Amy!”

A shadow passed over the peephole. “Goddammit Amy I can tell you’re there. We have unfinished business. Now open the door!” Penny rattled it again, even harder. “Amy!” Penny growled, pounded on the door once with her fist and stalked back a few feet. An evil grin crossed her face, and she turned around.

Squatting about three feet from Amy’s door, she got down on the balls of her feet, spread her thighs apart and began to pee. It streamed out and splattered onto Amy’s door, and Penny bore down as hard as she could so that it was a torrent, spattering loudly and with such force that it even caught Penny with the back spray, sprinkling her chest and face. As she was doing so, the pent-up desire in her came to the fore and she started slapping her turgid clit. She gasped once or twice and then she came quickly, before she was even done urinating, howling there in the hall as loudly as she had ever done. Her pelvis bucked hard of its own accord, and she had to put one hand behind her to keep from falling backward as she finished cumming, grunting like some overheated animal.

The stream slowed down as Penny finished; it had been only a quick double-click on her mouse, but that was all it had taken, and it had been furiously intense for all that. That was another thing Amy had gotten her into; she found that she really enjoyed cumming while she was taking a piss; in fact the more she did it, the harder it became to not do it when she was having sex. One of these days she was going to just hose poor Leonard down during the middle of fucking, and he wouldn’t know what hit him.

Penny left off her idle thinking; she could still see the shadow that showed Amy was looking through the peephole, and knew she’d gotten one over on her.

“Make me clean up…whatever-the-hell it was you sprayed all over her my apartment? Hah! You can clean up that steaming puddle of piss on your doorstep, or for all I care the whole hallway can reek like a stinky urinal from now until the cows come home!” she yelled, and pounded on the door once more for good measure. She whirled to go back to her apartment only to see a man standing at the top of the landing.

She almost squeaked in fright, but stopped herself. It was the teenage boy she had seen twice now this week, and she was in no mood for anyone’s bullshit. She grabbed him by his shirt, whirled him around and shoved him up hard against the doors to the broken-down elevator.

“Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you want?” she asked menacingly. “This is the third goddamn time I’ve seen you this week. Are you some little pipsqueak fucking stalker?” As she menaced him, Penny noticed the kid wasn’t half-bad looking: sandy hair, strong jaw, a smattering of freckles across his nose and bright, intelligent blue eyes.

Her distraction only lasted a second. The pupils of Penny’s hazel-green eyes were dilated, nostrils were flared and arm muscles bulging as she held the poor boy against the doors. For a moment he began to seriously question his decision to come up and seek this woman he’d been seeing naked all week; instead of finding his adolescent fantasy come true, he’d found a stark-naked valkyrie who was clearly ready, willing and able to throttle him right here on the fourth-floor landing of this strange building.

“Sorry,” he muttered quietly. “It’s just that…well, this is the third time I’ve seen you now, and you’ve been naked every time. Do you ever put on clothes?” He hadn’t meant it sarcastically, but was terrified that that was the way it sounded.

Penny shoved him even harder, looked down and noticed he had an immense erection bulging against his jeans. “So…you’re a wise-guy huh? How old are you kid?”

“I’m sev...eighteen,” he muttered lamely.

Penny didn’t flinch. “Well Mr. Eighteen, today’s your lucky day.” Without taking her eyes off his, she reached down and unzipped his pants, and immediately his penis came springing out of the fly. As Penny took hold if it, she couldn’t help but take a brief glance: the kid had talent. It was long, thick, throbbing up and down, and drops of clear fluid were dripping from the wide slit that cut down the angry purple mushroom head.

Penny looked back over at Amy’s door; yes, she was still there. Penny dropped to her knees and took the strange boy’s cock in her mouth, sucking it like she was mad at it. She knew it wouldn’t take long, and several times while she did so she looked up at the peephole on Amy’s door; yep, she was still there. At one point the kid reached down and took Penny’s right breast in his hand, caressing it roughly. She chomped down on his head in warning; not enough to really hurt him but hard enough to give voice to her displeasure.

Taking the kid’s cock out of her mouth, Penny stood up and gave it a hard yank. My how he’s grown! Thought Penny with mild amusement.

He gasped in disappointment as she stood up. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me you little fucker. Try that again and I’m pitching you head-first down those stairs over there.”

“Sorry,” he gasped lamely.

Penny favored him with a wink andthe tiniest, briefest of smiles, but then was all business again. The pooe kid looked confused, and Penny realized that she was having far too much fun with this. Out of nowhere a new idea struck her. Confusing the stranger in front of her, she let out a blast of laughter.

“Come over here, junior,” she said, dragging him to the center of the landing to the spot where she’d just been squatting and pissing. She aimed him at Amy’s door. “Don’t move,” she told him in a flat voice that left no doubt in his mind that this was a command, not a request. “What’s your name?”

“Alex,” he said in a squeaky voice.

“Hey Amy, this one’s from Alex!” Penny yelled.

Penny moved behind him, undid his pants and yanked them down to his ankles, with boxers following immediately after. She squatted and with her left hand she reached between his legs and took hold of his ball sac; he had nice smooth huevos, firm and enticing with the fullness of youth. Using a trick she’d learned some years ago, she took his balls in a vice-like grip and pulled downward so that his scrotum was distended, and she cinched the sac in her hand as she pulled down so hard that the it was pinched off from his cock.

The kid squawked at this and started to squirm, but Penny slapped his ass hard with her free hand. His ass was firm and pale and gave a satisfying smack! “Be still,” she commanded him, and he stiffened and complied.

She reached around with her other hand and started stroking his cock like the expert she was. She was having a bit of fun now; her anger was focused, and she pressed her head against his delightfully round, slightly furry ass, concentrating intently now.

In not thirty seconds his legs stiffened, his back straightened, and he let out a garbled gasp. He started to thrash a bit but Penny held him tightly; he was groaning like anything now, and Penny knew he was just starting the pleasure phase of his orgasm, but still she held that sac in a death grip, pinching his frenulum hard between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand as she slowed her strokes and then stopped. Finally, just when it felt to the poor kid like Penny was going to rip his nuts off and he was never going to get to cum, she suddenly released her grip on his balls and pointed his cock upward, resuming a long and steady stroke. As his painfully purple ballsac bounced off the bottom of his cock, Penny let off the pressure on his head; he bellowed like a bull and started to spurt.

The first spray was more like a stream: it was so long, thick and continuous that the leading edge had hit Amy’s door before the last of it had even finished coming out of his cock. Penny’s uncanny aim was true: it splattered all over the peephole. Rope after rope of thick, viscous semen sprayed from the beet-red head of his cock with audible spurting sounds; his body thrashed and he kept gasping and braying but Penny held him tight, keeping the aim steady as his baby batter smacked against Amy’s door in one loud rap! after another, running down it in long, cloudy streams. Penny tried to keep track of every time she heard him hit the door but lost count after 14, and he went on for quite a while after that. Penny’s arm was aching and her hand throbbing but still she went on. She even increased the speed of her stroke and he spurted a few more times, hosing down Amy’s door with a reserve of jizz he hadn’t even known was there.

Penny held him for a moment just to make sure he wasn’t going to fall over as the flow slackened, and she did him a kindness by slowing down gradually until she was sure he was all done and she had milked the last drop from him. Then he went limp in her arms and panted for a little bit. Once he felt steady, Penny stood and moved around to face him.

She looked him square in the eye, wiping his jizz off her hands and onto his shirt, but it wasn’t much: most of it had painted Amy’s door. One small, warm drop that perched like a pearl on the nail of her right index finger she held up and glanced at, and then she slowly sucked it from her fingertip without losing eye contact with the boy, fixing him with a stare that was more thoughtful than seductive. He gave one more small gasp.

“Now, Alex, go ahead and put your pork sword away,” said Penny, firmly but not unkindly. He rushed to do so, and while he did, Penny reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet.

As he stood up, the kid said “There’s only 15 bucks in there, but it’s yours if you…”

Penny slapped him. “Are you calling me a fucking whore?”

“No, I didn’t, I mean…”

“So you think I’m trying to rob you?”

“No, it’s just that…’

“Shut up,” said Penny, firmly.

“Yes ma’am,” the poor kid stammered, and Penny rolled her eyes. Really? With the ma’am? Just how old does he think…oh never mind.

“Now Alex,” she said, glancing at his driver’s license, “you know where I live, and I know where you live. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to turn around, march your ass back out of this building, and never come back again. If you ever walk by on the street and you see me, you look away, I don’t care what I’m wearing or not wearing. Now, I don’t know how you got into my building, but if you ever come here again, do you know what’s going to happen?”

“No,” he murmured.

“I’m going to kick your ass from here into next week. Then I’m going to call the cops and tell them you’ve been stalking me, sexually harassing me. Then I’m going to wait for you outside your front door, and kick your ass again every time I see you walk out of it. Do you understand what’s going to happen if I see you, ever again?”

“Yes,” Alex muttered lamely.

“Do you believe I’m telling the truth?”

“Yes. But…”

“No buts. Now get your punk-ass out of here before I change my mind and chuck you out the window.”

His eyes went wide and he hurried over to the staircase, scrambling down it loudly. Toward the bottom of the next landing Penny heard a squawk and a crash as the kid tripped and fell, and she laughed to herself. Weird day, she thought. Then she turned back toward Amy’s door; sure enough, Amy was still standing there, as evidenced by the darkened peephole.

Penny smiled as sweetly as a crocodile who’s just had a gory, satisfying meal. “I finished my cleaning for the day just a bit ago. Have fun with yours.” She turned around and casually strolled back to her own apartment and opened the door.

She turned to favor Amy with one more fake smile. “Bitch,” she said, and gave Amy the finger. Then Penny slammed her own door and locked it loudly.
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