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Ch 7 – The Self-Gratification Culmination: The Role-Switch Paradigm

***

After Penny gave her the bird and slammed the door, Amy jerked her head away from the peephole and, had she known it, wore on her face the most confused look she had ever worn in her life.

What…just…happened?

After leaving Penny’s earlier, Amy had lain down for a nap feeling very sated physically, and extremely satisfied with the way her Penny project was going. Amy had grown so accustomed lately to having toys up her ass that she’d inserted the small plug into her rectum before she fell asleep on her side; having been so stretched out by having the Fat Man up there, Little Boy felt as comfortable and easy inside her as sucking a thumb, and she fell asleep feeling very blissful and at ease. (She had decided to name them after the code names for the first two atomic bombs, even though it was kinda weird having something called Little Boy up her ass. But these accessories had surely changed her world in the way the bombs had changed the world at large: revelations of a new and terrible frontier. (The middle sized one she simply called Middle Boy).)

When Penny had started pounding on the door and yelling like a maniac, it startled Amy from her sleep. She ran to the door and thought briefly about opening it, but when she looked through to see Penny raging in a state of pure Amazonian fury, as breathtakingly beautiful and terrifying to behold as an erupting volcano, Amy thought better of it. Whatever upper hand she thought she had after leaving Penny shattered on her own floor had clearly evaporated in the ensuing hours, and while Amy wasn’t entirely sure what Penny’s intentions toward her were, she felt confident they weren’t friendly.

But that’s when it got really weird. The pissing on her door? That had irked Amy off mightily, standing there trapped behind her own door, watching her friend, maniacal look on her face, spray like an alpha female hyena marking her territory. But she had rather started to enjoy it—hearing the steady stream devolve into intermittent spatters as Penny had quickly brought herself to a howling orgasm with no consideration given to anything else. It was like sexual anarchy—she’d somehow taken things to a level beyond where even Amy herself had been willing to go.

And then she gave a teenage kid a blow job out there? And jerked him off all over my door! What the hell was that about? It had been exciting watching Penny suck off a stranger in the hallway (He was a stranger, wasn’t he? No! It seemed like they knew each other, but she didn’t want him coming around!) In fact, it was so exciting that Amy had started to masturbate; she found it terribly erotic until Penny had turned the kid into a cum-shooting firehose aimed at her front door. So she just stood there as his jism clouded her peephole, listening to the tap..tap…sprrrrap! as his shots pinged the doorway. Jesus Christ that kid had some reserves! However, Amy was baffled by the meaning of Penny’s actions. Everything between her and Penny had some strange, ulterior intent these days.

Amy sat on the couch to think for a moment and tried to figure it out. I know I wasn’t imagining that I had total dominion over her earlier today. What changed in the interim? OK, so gushing all over her apartment and making her clean it up was a total bitch move, but that’s clearly what she wanted from me, some sign of my total contempt for her. She likes that because she’s used to lording it over everyone with her blinding sex-appeal, and she likes to be put in her place from time to time. I know I didn’t misread her submissive signals. What did I do wrong? What did I leave undone…?

She hadn’t let Penny cum.

Is that it? Is it really that simple? Amy pondered for a long while. Maybe it’s dangerous for a strong, pissed-off bombshell like Penny to roam around with a raging girl-boner, especially after she’s been humiliated and hung-out to dry. It’s like launching one of those homing torpedoes and then it backfires, tracks you down and blows you up, like in those corny submarine movies Sheldon’s always watching.

She wondered if she would have to re-think how she was approaching this; while she had done some extensive reading on dominant-submissive sexual pairings, theory was one thing; in practice she was still brand-new at this, and had heretofore been proceeding mostly on instinct. The once-comfortable dynamic of their old friendship was influencing this in subtle but profound ways, Amy decided, although she didn’t quite know what those might be. Still, I’m the one who should decide whether she cums or goes! Amy felt her stomach tighten and her resolve stiffen, and a grimace set-to on her face. She was surprised at the vehemence of her feelings on that particular matter.

Maybe doing all that out there, pissing, making herself cum, jerking off that kid, was just to show me that she’s fearless, and can get dick whenever she wants, even from strangers on the street…well so can I, she thought, but knew somehow that there was something qualitatively different from what she had done at the Metropolis last weekend and what Penny had done out there.

And just what was she coming over here to do in the first place? She wandered over here earlier today, looking totally confused and bewildered, and then just left as bafflingly as she had come. Was she coming over here in a rage to force me just now? Was she going to have her way with me? After all, I did it to her just yesterday. Sort of…

The knot in Amy’s stomach tightened further; while she had thoroughly enjoyed bending Penny to her will, the thought of being ravaged by her best friend while she was in some sort of desperate, infuriated state was intensely exciting to Amy, though not without its potential pitfalls. Penny had (nearly) always had the upper hand in their friendship, sometimes in a subtle, other times in an embarrassingly obvious fashion, and Amy was loath to allow anything to happen that might encourage the same dynamic to develop in their burgeoning sexual relationship.

Actually, Amy realized, that same dynamic had always existed in their on-again, off-again sexual encounters; it had been that way since their first time all those years ago. It was interesting to remember just how short a time ago it was that it was Amy who had desperately hung on Penny’s every word and deed, just hoping and praying for something that would lead to physical intimacy. Contrasting that with how not three hours ago she had hosed Penny down with girlcum in her own apartment and ridden her face for a rim job was a reminder of just how much things had changed between them.

She knew from her readings that the dominant-submissive paradigm wasn’t always a one-way street: some doms had a deep, often unadmitted desire to be overpowered; some subs needed to call the shots from time to time. Maybe Penny wasn’t as submissive as Amy had been assuming…could it be that Amy was misreading the situation, at least partly misunderstanding the power dynamic that was at play here? She thought long and hard, wondering if that’s what was happening.

If I’m being totally honest with myself, I would like to give myself up to Penny, at least sometimes; it wasn’t for nothing that I was a split-second away from opening the door and letting that fiery She-Hulk have her way with me, whatever the outcome. She winced at her comic book reference; it was strange how much the guys from their little group had rubbed off on her over the years. Then the thought hit her: Am I purposely provoking Penny? If so, it seems only fair to provide a pressure-release valve.

I think that I would like it if Penny just took me…maybe I even need it, Amy thought, and the admission surprised her only mildly. The question is, is that what Penny needs? Does she even know consciously, or is it all just intuitive, like so much is with her? Maybe I just need to let something happen that Penny feels like she controls. Amy pondered for a moment, wondering just what form that might take, when she jumped up suddenly.

Goddammit! I have to clean up out there! Knowing that Penny sure as shit wasn’t going to take care of it, Amy rushed to the utility closet to gather cleaning supplies, and with a decidedly unhappy grimace on her face she opened her front door.

It stank of piss and cum, and for a second Amy thought she was going to gag. She was appalled at the settling stench from Penny’s urine, and at the sheer volume of semen that that kid had sprayed all over her door: it had thinned and run down to pool in sticky, smelly puddles on the door jamb. It took her a long time, and a lot of soaking, scrubbing, and liberal use of cleaning supplies to finally remove all traces of the smell and stains from her front doorstep. She was going to have to think of something to tell Sheldon about why there was a big wet spot out there, because he was going to ask, but at least it didn’t reek like a men’s room in the Castro district circa 1978 anymore. As she stood up and stretched her aching back, thankful that no one had come through while she was cleaning, she noticed that the peephole to Penny’s apartment was dark. That bitch is watching me!

Amy glared and gave Penny’s peephole the finger before walking into her own apartment and slamming the door.

***

Penny, meanwhile, wasn’t feeling so hot about herself. Once her ardor was spent her anger had rapidly subsided and she thought about the potential consequences of what she’d done. For all her pretenses at not caring, it had been pure, blind luck that no one in her building--neighbors, even casual friends she’d known for over a decade in some cases--had come through the hall to see her…what? Urinating all over Amy’s door? Masturbating? Screaming like a maniac, butt-naked, having sex with a teenager? Take your pick. The swell of emotions that had come over her had been truly terrifying, and now in its aftermath she felt a sort of resigned, low-level anxiety. After all, that boy had been standing there unbeknownst to her; it just as could easily have been dear sweet Mrs. Petrescu on her way up to visit the Vartabedians; Mrs. Gunderson occasionally joked about Penny’s penchant for loud sex, but that out there in the hall just now was an entirely different matter.

A few things bothered her about the Kid. While he was technically underage, Penny doubted that the police were going to come beating down her door because she’d given a blow job to some lucky stiff who was just two days shy of his eighteenth birthday (Penny’d had an ulterior motive for looking at his license.) Although technically she supposed that might be construed as some sort of statutory rape, Penny seriously doubted if Alex…the Kid…was going to run to mommy or the cops. No, it was far more likely that he would come sniffing around hoping for some more, despite Penny’s sincere threats.

Mostly sincere…Penny thought, and was surprised at herself. The Amy question she set aside for now; she didn’t fully understand even her own emotions on that matter, let alone what might be going through Amy’s head. No, Penny was thinking about the Kid. She had just realized, after she got back to her place, that that was the first dick she’d sucked besides Leonard’s in 8 or 9 years; before Alex, Zach was the last guy she’d blown besides her husband, and she was getting hot at the mere memory.

The thought that she might’ve warped the poor kid, ruined him for normal sex for the rest of his life crossed her mind. Jesus Christ he’s not even half my age. I would’ve been the right age for to suck his cock when I was 20 years younger. But the memory of his pulsating, meaty mushroom tip ramming her tonsils wouldn’t leave, and she found herself half-wishing she’d let him blow that cum-gusher down her throat: Penny was a swallower, and that would’ve been a mighty swallow. She didn’t do it because the guy liked it (although invariably they did). No, she swallowed because she liked it. And like anything else, she would offer no apologies for it.

Had she just cheated on Leonard? She supposed so, but if what she’d been doing with Amy off and on all these years wasn’t cheating, she didn’t know what was. If she was going to stop rationalizing about her and Amy, then she wasn’t going to rationalize about this, and (she surprised herself here once again) she wasn’t going to waste her life feeling bad about it. Her curiously nonchalant attitude toward cheating was only mildly bothersome to her; including Leonard, she’d cheated on every man she’d been with for longer than a couple of months. Monogamy, she supposed, just wasn’t really in her nature; in fact it never had been. Maybe I should stop trying to shoehorn myself into something that’s just not me.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love Leonard, nor yet that their sex life was unsatisfying. Leonard did his best, and was quite good at some things, if not at others. And he was endlessly inventive, even if his performance didn’t always live up to his aspirations. And did she love the little dude? Oh yeah.

But she put the larger considerations aside for the issues at hand. Yes, she’d just blown a teenage kid and probably warped him for good. The more time that passed, the more she realized that no, thank you very much, she didn’t feel all bad about it, even if she was a bit conflicted. Yes, she hoped he’d come by again…ok that was an unexpected thought. But if that little fucker ignores my warning and decides to come back, he’s gonna get more than he bargained for…

Jesus Christ. She was horny again, pure and simple, and it annoyed her. That quick little slap ‘n squirt out in the hall there, while quite satisfying, had done more to arouse her appetite than to bed it back down, especially with junior and his fat meatstick unexpectedly thrown into the mix. And she was still burning with an urge to take something from Amy, to take her down a peg, but she didn’t know how. Her little scene just now had gone a long way toward that, but still. She felt a hot, yearning tension in her stomach that was completely connected to this need to give Amy what for; she just had to figure out how to do it.
***
When Amy went into work that afternoon she was still uncertain as to what to do about the new developments in the Penny situation, but she soon got a brief, pleasant distraction from it when her new lab assistant Jeannette came in to assist with some of her busywork in the afternoon. She was middle-aged, maybe a full ten or twelve years older than Amy. She wasn’t terribly pretty; in fact quite the opposite: her face, Amy thought to herself bluntly, was craggy and unlovely. She never wore makeup (not that Amy cared, but this girl could’ve used some) and had glasses much like Amy’s.

But that body of hers! As Jeannette put on her lab coat while Amy sat working on a thorny problem for a paper she was writing, the scientist found herself intensely distracted by her assistant’s figure. Jeannette (and Amy had noticed this before) didn’t like to wear a bra, and she was wearing a worn old t-shirt. Amy briefly scowled at the unprofessionalism of her wardrobe, but she was going to be wearing a full lab coat to do some gruntwork anyway. Besides, the faded teal t-shirt was so tight that it left practically nothing of her torso to the imagination, and Amy wasn’t sorry to see that.

No bra and my my, Amy thought to herself, was she a woman that should probably have been wearing a bra. Her breasts, while not quite immense, were incredibly full—they were the pendulous, succulently sagging globes of a heavy-breasted, middle aged woman who had never had children, so despite the power of gravity that strained their great weight downward into magnificent, oblate spheroids, the nipples that distended the fabric still pointed straight forward—maybe even slightly upward. Resting as they were on top of a delicious roll accentuated by the t-shirt that was tucked up under them, Jeannette’s breasts were the vision of vivaciousness.

Amy’s heart started to pound and her breath came a bit faster--she really wanted those tits in her face so terribly badly, wanted to get this robust, homely-sexy woman out of that ridiculously tight t-shirt and see just exactly what was underneath it.

Jeannette seemed unselfconscious about her body. Amy noted how well she filled the worn mom jeans she was sporting; in both front and back they looked almost as if they had been painted on; pulled up tightly over her delectably fat ass and shapely crotch to cinch a surprisingly narrow waist; it was quite plain to Amy that in addition to skipping the brassiere, Jeannette wasn’t wearing any panties either. Amy saw a plain wedding band on her left hand; she had the air of a woman who had likely been married for a long time, was comfortable in her favorite old clothes, probably had put on some weight over the years, but either didn’t notice or just didn’t care that those old favorites fit much differently than they had in times past.

What, is she some sort of weird hippy? No underwear or bra, no makeup, old worn clothes…Amy noticed that Jeannette had caught her staring, and Amy colored and quickly looked away. As Amy glanced back at her, Jeannette favored her with a soft and surprisingly pretty smile; if she had indeed noticed that Amy was ogling her, she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, when she caught Amy’s eye again, she (purposely?) looked away as she put her arms behind her back to shrug the lab coat the rest of the way on, pushing her gloriously huge breasts out as Amy openly gawked.

Amy just had time to shut her gaping mouth and look away again quickly as Jeannette began buttoning her lab coat, but Amy was pretty sure the woman had seen her staring, and had even glanced away on purpose to give Amy a chance to get a good long look.

For the next couple of hours Amy got almost nothing done. Every time she looked up at Jeannette, it seemed, the woman was smiling at her, or alternatively giving her a long, serious look. Her homeliness had seemed to morph in Amy’s eyes over the course of the afternoon; by the time Jeannette finished her tasks and said a quiet ‘Goodbye, Dr. Farrah Fowler,” Amy found her downright attractive, and on a sudden whim Amy stood and walked over to her.

“You’ve been working for me for a while now, and I feel like we hardly know each other,” Amy began lamely.

Jeannette smiled shyly as she took off her lab coat and hung it on a hook on the wall. “Well, there’s not much to know about me. I just feel so…privileged to be able to work with a prominent Nobel Prize-winning scientist…it truly is an honor Dr. Farrah Fowler.” She smiled shyly and pushed her glasses back with her left hand, while simultaneously reaching out with her right as if to shake.

Amy smiled, a bit genuinely embarrassed. She waved her hand in front of her face. “Oh, stop. It was Dr. Cooper’s idea anyway, I just…provided the right framework to give it the push it needed.”

“Funny how we women so often do that for our men. But you’re being too modest. Your contributions turned a fascinating idea into a paradigm-shifting re-interpretation of how we view the fundamental fabric of the universe…” She trailed off and was looking directly into Amy’s eyes now, her shy smile gone, the pupils of her brilliant ice-blue eyes dilated, lids heavy and almost half-closed. How did I ever think this woman was a Plain Jane? Amy marveled. She took another long look; Jeanette was fat, frowzy, and delicious.

Amy couldn’t help herself. She took a couple of steps closer until she was standing right in front of her assistant, who backed up against the counter and startled slightly as she bumped into it. Jeannette was breathing heavily now; not quite panting, but her magnificent chest heaved against the worn fabric of her shirt. Without a bra there was no hiding the fierce erection of her nipples; while prominent before they were truly gigantic now, pushing at her shirt, straining it forward like throbbing tentpoles.

“Dr. Farrah Fowler…” Jeannette began shyly, but on a sudden whim Amy put her finger to Jeannette’s lips to shush her.

“It’s Dr. Fowler,” Amy said softly, but somehow commandingly, “but call me Amy.”

Jennette’s face went beet-red as she all but whispered “Ok…Amy.” Amy’s finger hadn’t left Jeannette’s lips, and Amy took off her own glasses and set them on the counter, then did the same with her assistant’s. Jeannette’s lower lip trembled as it slowly parted, allowing Amy’s finger ingress. As Jeannette slowly began to suck on Amy’s fingertip, there was a sudden buzz as Jeannette’s phone went off in her pants. She suddenly stood and took it out (How in the hell does she fit anything into those tight pants anyway? I can read the folds of her cuntlips like a book!) and Jeannette made as if to move past Amy.

“Sorry…it’s my husband. I have to run.” She looked a bit embarrassed; Amy could tell that the woman was torn, and probably didn’t really want to go. Still, Amy knew, she was scheduled to work again tomorrow, as well as down the road. There would be time. Or will there be? I’d better strike while the iron’s hot. She really did try to back off, but she couldn’t help herself. She wasn’t quite done yet.

“Let’s not be strangers, ok?” said Amy, silently cursing husbands and how they constantly interfered with women’s sex lives, and without invitation she opened her arms for a hug.

Jeannette’s eyes went heavy again, and she whispered, “Of course not,” and moved toward Amy. It was a long, close hug, and the woman (much taller and more roamy than Amy) pulled her in tightly, pressing her breasts so tightly against the girl scientist’s that Amy could feel the bullet points of her nipples against her own chest. Amy squeezed back even tighter and felt herself go instantly wet. She looked into Jeannette’s eyes, and, seeing a fragile yet unmistakable invitation there, went in for a kiss.

It was warmly received; Jeannette had an incredibly soft, generous mouth, and as their lips locked and tongues played off one another, Amy had a moment of genuine surprise: this was unexpected. Her hands slid up Jeannette’s torso and she shuddered. Amy began feeling fierce, and kneaded Jeannette’s immense jugs roughly as they kissed, Jeannette now gasping audibly. Through her shirt, Amy took a nipple in between each thumb and forefinger and Jeannette moaned, going almost limp in Amy’s arms.

Amy began pinching Jeannette’s nipples mercilessly, wanting to find out if this woman enjoyed a little pain. Jeannette almost cried out, and practically collapsed. Amy gripped harder and pulled down on them, biting Jeannette’s lower lip in her mouth and opening her eyes: she wanted to see Jeannette’s face. The older woman’s eyes were opened wide, as if in shock as Amy’s left hand let go of her nipple and found the fiery heat at the juncture of her thighs.

Jeannette sighed even longer as Amy cupped her camel-toe tightly and began moving her hand up and down against the blazing hotspot in the denim. The other hand pinched her nipple so tightly that a worn spot in the fabric of the t-shirt tore and the nip popped through. Jeannette gasped as Amy let go of the nipple and took it in her mouth through its hole in the shirt: it was so swollen and blood-engorged that it was the size and color of a ripening loganberry. Amy bit down on it and began suckling its satisfying fullness as Jeanette aspirated heavily, rocking her pelvis back and forth against Amy’s stiff fingers.

Just then the lab door swung open, and the two married women pulled apart quickly, Jeannette just managing to grab her lab coat off the hook and turn around to hide herself as Sheldon rounded the corner.

Goddammit, I’ve gotta start locking that door! Amy thought irritatedly, once again cursing and double-cursing Sheldon and all husbands with him. She was flushed and embarrassed as he barged in and began blathering on about having lunch together, completely ignoring her lab assistant, but Amy steered him away from Jeannette anyway so the woman could put herself back together. Once she had done so, Jeannette coughed and stammered a quick goodbye and headed out the door as Amy stood there flummoxed, horny and unsatisfied while Sheldon droned on. It was going to be a looong afternoon.

***

It was most definitely a long afternoon for Penny. She had a lot of good will at the office these days, so she hadn’t gone in to work at all. The whole scene earlier in the day had left her feeling frustrated and unfulfilled; somehow it seemed this thing with her and Amy was building, reaching some sort of fever pitch. She was insanely aroused but for some reason didn’t feel like taking care of it herself; it was as though the sexual energy she was building inside her was being stored away, as one might charge a battery, and she was holding onto it now, biding her time, waiting for the right moment to release it. She didn’t know when or where that would be, but it would have to be soon. She wasn’t sure it was ultimately how she wanted to release it, but god help Leonard if she was still charging up when he got home. That boy was going to get his great big brains fucked straight out of his pointy little head, and Penny was going to make damn sure he didn’t live up to his Light-speed moniker.

Deciding she couldn’t just stay put all afternoon, she went to the gym for some hot yoga and a strenuous workout. It helped a little, but seeing the tight bodies, smelling the workout sweat and just the sheer physical exertion of it all really only banked her fire; it didn’t put it out. Afterward she was ready crawl under the shower stall at the gym and wear the tight little redhead next to her for a hat.

By the time she got home it was later in the evening. The sky was darkening yet nothing had really changed in her situation; if anything it had gotten worse. Leonard was going to be out on some nerd adventure all evening with Howard and Raj, so she wasn’t even going to get the satisfaction that her husband could have offered her. She pounded her steering wheel and actually screamed in frustration after she parked, then got out to storm into the building.

Right as she got to the door, she squinted her eyes and craned her neck down the sidewalk. Was that Alex, that little pipsqueak, walking away in a big hurry? It was getting dark out and she couldn’t tell, but if it was him, she found herself a bit disappointed that he was walking away instead of toward her; she knew she’d do something she probably would regret if he were.

She was a sex-seeking missile right now; if Sheldon himself were in the hallway she’d probably throw him down and jump his bones right there on the stairs. Hell, she’d probably bang Raj, Stewart, Bernadette or even Howard at this point. Whatever Amy had stirred up in her earlier today was not going away on its own, and Penny cursed the world that someone as hot as her was going to have to rub one out instead of getting fucked silly the way she wanted. She had half a mind to go back to the gym and grab the first hardbody she could find and take him or her (or them?) home, but by the time that thought crossed her mind she had already stripped and found herself walking across the hall with Amy’s key, on a mission to fuck herself stupid with the biggest dildo she could find.

She just nipped in the door as Mrs. Petrescu came down the stairs. She had been staring at her phone, but looking up from the darkness at the top of the landing she saw Penny pop into Amy and Sheldon’s apartment, and noted with shock that Penny was stone-cold naked. Mrs. Petrescu paused and shook her head for a minute, then continued on her way. She sometimes thought she’d never figure out Americans. Or was it just something about this building? More story at eleven, she thought to herself, but wondered if she’d ever find out any more about it.

***

Amy was similarly frustrated. She had grabbed some falafel from a little cart on campus with Sheldon, but picked at it irritably in the lunchroom; her annoyance at him notwithstanding, she found herself wishing she could eat Sheldon for lunch instead. She had managed briefly to steer the conversation toward fellatio, but although they were the only ones there this late in the afternoon, Sheldon, while mildly intrigued at first, had glanced around nervously and changed the subject. But he had looked at Amy differently after that, and she knew that she had gotten into his head.

She brought up the topic again in the car while she was driving home, and casually reached across to rest her hand on his thigh. Not only did Sheldon not jump, he didn’t even seem to mind when Amy got bolder and moved her hand further over. Yep, there was no doubt about it. Sheldon had a hard-on. After a brief lecture on the dangers of driving while distracted he had pushed her hand away, but Amy could tell that his heart wasn’t in it; he’d been enjoying Amy touching his cock. Oh yeah, Amy thought to herself. When we get home, you’re all mine, mister…

Amy was red-hot and ready to go when they reached the apartment, and she decided to lay it all on the line.

“Sheldon, we’re going to have sex tonight,” she stated matter-of-factly as she threw her purse down on the couch. “What’s more, we’re going to do it right now,” she said, and at that she stripped off her sweater vest in one movement. She felt her long, fine hair floating on a cloud of static, but found she rather liked the sensation: she felt like some powerful witch, harnessing the magic of electricity, making it manifest outwardly as its power coursed through her body .

She continued, nonchalantly but determinedly removing her clothing item by item. “I, as you know, am an incredibly desirable woman,” she said, still feeling her oats from that unexpected encounter with her lab assistant earlier in the day. “I have certain needs, and while they may be somewhat curious to you, as my husband I expect you to fulfill them.”

By now she was down to her bra and panties. Sheldon was wide-eyed and he gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing, having one of those rare moments where he was dumbstruck. “We’re going to play a sex game tonight, and the rules of the game are simple. Sheldon does whatever Amy says. Do you understand the rules?”

Amy was totally naked now, and Sheldon was looking at her body and not her face. She took his chin in hand and brought his attention back to her eyes. “Eyes front mister. I asked you a question…do you understand the rules?” she asked sternly.

He gulped again and nodded. “Yes Ms. Amy,” he said quietly.

For some reason that thrilled her no end. “Good…good. I like that. You’re going to call me Ms. Amy until I tell you otherwise. Understood?

“Yes,” he said quietly.

She smacked his cheek lightly. “Yes, what?”

“Yes Ms. Amy.”

“Good. Now you stay out here while I go into the bedroom. I’m going to call you in in a minute, and you’d better not have a stitch of clothing on. Got it?”

“Yes Ms. Amy,” was the small but unhesitating reply.

She gave him a terse smile. “Good.” She jerked his chin lightly and let go. Without another word she stalked into the room as Sheldon set about taking off his clothing.

***

Penny couldn’t believe her luck: she was shit out of it. Just as she had gotten into Amy and Sheldon’s room, ready to fuck herself like mad, the front door had swung open and the two of them were home.

The incredibly hot fire burning in her made her want to scream again, but she couldn’t betray herself and let Amy have this one, and further couldn’t believe that she hadn’t factored in that Amy and Sheldon were likely to get home any minute. She just needed to get fucked, needed to have a balls-out screaming O: that had been the only thing on her mind, and her whole being still felt like it was being incinerated with that need. (And was that Mrs. Petrescu on the stairs looking down at me?)

No time to worry about that now; she considered her options as Amy and Sheldon seemed to be having a conversation in the living room. But as she listened to them talk, she grew more and more intrigued. What were they doing? Was it going to be some sort of sex game? Glad that the lights were off, she was just able to slip behind the curtains as Amy came into the room.

Through the thin fabric of the curtains Penny could dimly make out certain things, and one was that Amy was stark naked. Then Amy jumped up and down, smiling and biting her knuckle in what could only be called a happy dance, and Penny wondered at that. In a moment Amy straightened herself, smoothed her hair and turned off the light, taking a moment to light a few candles and then rummage around under the bed.

“OK Sheldon,” she said simply. “Get in here.”

Despite herself, Penny found Amy’s tone terribly exciting; she loved it when Amy used that tone on her, but right now she was still furious with her bestie, and in no mood to want to submit to her blandishments. Blandishments? Jesus. And that wasn’t even directed at you, it was for Sheldon.

The bedroom door opened, and Penny’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness; she was glad there was at least some light in the room or her silhouette behind the drapes might have been visible in the ambient street light behind her. Still, she couldn’t see much, but was shocked to note that Sheldon was naked, and she could dimly make out that he had a huge erection going.

Goddammit…Penny’s mind strayed (not for the first time lately) to the one intense moment of passion she and Sheldon had shared long ago, a moment of which they had mutually agreed never to speak. As bad as Sheldon was at lying, he had proven remarkably adept at that one: to this day Amy had no idea that it was Penny, and not she herself, who had taken Sheldon’s virginity. Everyone has their secrets, I suppose.

Her attention was drawn back to the room. She cursed the dim lighting even as she was grateful for its cover, and she couldn’t be sure but that she had heard a snick that sounded like handcuffs.

“There; that should help you stay put. Now I’m going to blindfold you, and you’re just going to stand there…”

*

Amy for her part had no idea that they had an audience not three feet away from where Sheldon stood, now with his hands secured behind his back with a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs (Thank you, Metropolis!) She had blindfolded him with a pink bandana that she had hanging around for some reason. She had never done anything like this before; had no clear idea really of what she was going to do, but seeing her sweet baboo standing there, bound and blindfolded in the dim candlelight and sporting a fine hard-on was more satisfying than she had dared hope. He had been standing at the door when she cuffed him.

Unable to help himself, Sheldon started muttering. “These candles…fire hazard.”

Amy slapped his face hard, chastening him.

“Now let’s go over to the bed,” she said, ignoring his attempt at a safety lecture.

“I can’t see Amy,” he said, sounding perturbed.

Amy reached down and slapped his balls, and he gasped. “What did you just call me? And that better not have been frustration I was hearing in your voice.” Her tone was firm.

“Sorry…Ms. Amy,” came the meek reply. “It’s just that I can’t see.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll lead you.” With that she took his stiff cock in her hand and said “Follow me,” as she pulled him ungently by his member, yet allowing him slow, stuttering steps until he was standing in front of the bed.

By the time they reached their bed, that cock was fully at full staff. Sheldon’s genitals were indeed aesthetically pleasing, as he had once boasted to her. He was straight, stiff, and firm, his moderately thick shaft as full as she’d ever seen it; it was criss-crossed with purple veins running back from a bulbous mushroom tip that held a drop of clear fluid suspended from the small slit at the end. He had a huge set of cojones, Amy knew, and they were swollen and purple in the dim light. Amy reached down and caressed them, then took them in her hand and pulled down firmly as hard as she dared and held them there, distended as Sheldon moaned. Not wanting to waste any more time, wanting to get on with what she’d dreamed of so many times, she got on her knees in front of Sheldon and took him in her mouth.

*

Penny was standing breathless behind the curtains, her heart pounding. Her eyes were now fully adjusted to the dimness, and she could vaguely make out that Amy was on her knees and Sheldon was standing. Was she blowing him? If possible that made Penny even hornier than she already was. The juice of her womanhood was now running down her inner thighs; she was uncomfortably aroused right now, and unable to do anything about it.

Wait…if Sheldon’s blindfolded, and Amy’s schlobbing his nob…The hero always peeks, right? Didn’t Sheldon tell me that once, right here in this very room? Am I the hero? Heroine? Penny left that thought aside as she gingerly took the curtains in hand, slowly leaned her head sideways, and peeked.

Sure enough, Amy and Sheldon were both naked, and Sheldon’s hands were behind his back as he stood, cuffed, Penny assumed. He was indeed blindfolded and facing Penny. Amy had her back to where Penny was standing, and was so intent on what she was doing that Penny felt safe for the moment taking a good long look. Sheldon began moaning as Penny admired his lean, muscled form. She bit her lip in jealousy as Amy worked his shaft, occasionally lifting it up and stroking it gently while tonguing his balls, allowing Penny a good view of his swollen cock.

This whole scenario was only making her aching horniness worse. She was glad no one was looking in her direction at the moment, because her heart was pounding fiercely in the depths of her desire, and her clitoris was so swollen that had anyone been looking she was sure they would be able to see it even through the curtain fabric, blinking on and off like one of those red lights on a radio tower as it throbbed. It was sticking out so far that the curtain fabric was actually rubbing against it even as she leaned back against the window, tickling it in a tantalizing manner. She had to do something about it.

It was impossible to move her hand without the curtain fabric moving as well, but since no one was looking anyway, she figured she could get away with a little of the old tickly-slap on her poor, tortured bean, as long as she was quiet.

Her enormous clit had mostly been a source of great enjoyment for her throughout life; she’d figured out young how to put it to good use--after all it had stuck out almost as prominently as any of the boy’s little wangs with whom she’d played doctor, and she had mostly just felt sorry for the girls, none of whom had anything like what she had down there. There were times, however, when it could be a real nuisance. The downside was that her clitoromegaly, hypersexuality, hyperorgasmia--all these things sounded like diseases or conditions; to Penny they just meant that she could derive way more pleasure from sex than most people could ever imagine--whatever they were called, they could drive her mad sometimes--like right now.

She gasped slightly as she took herself between her thumb and the knuckle of her bent index finger. Her clit was now completely erect and prominent, a pseudo-phallus a full three inches long and almost as thick as her thumb, and she could swear it was still growing. She jerked it back and forth, pulling the swollen head in and out of her hood like an uncircumcised man jacking his dick. Faster and faster she went now, one hand holding the curtain aside so she could watch Amy bring Sheldon to the brink of ecstasy, the other hand diddling herself ferociously. As she approached inevitability, wondering how she was ever going to keep quiet when she came, the tightening in her abdomen became too much to deal with and the unmistakable squeak of a loud little popcorn fart slipped out from behind her. Penny froze, right on the cusp of what had figured to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

*

“What was that?” Sheldon asked, still breathless.

Amy was puzzled for only about a half a second. She took Sheldon out of her mouth and frowned; she knew exactly what it was. “Nothing. You just stand there and keep silent,” she commanded.

“Yes Ms. Amy,” came the meek reply.

Amy looked behind her and thought she could detect a faint silhouette behind the curtains. Yep; that’s where the bitch was hiding. She looked down to see the toes at the end of Penny’s enormous feet curling backward in a vain attempt to hide, even though the curtain itself was moving.

It took Amy only a second to figure out what she was going to do, how she was going to give Penny something that couldn’t be misunderstood; an apology of sorts, but one that went beyond meaningless words, and yet would betray no ultimate loss of power. She stood and walked straight to where Penny was standing and yanked the curtains open.

Penny was holding on to them in a vain attempt to remain hidden. She was wide-eyed when Amy looked at her, and then dropped the curtains. Both women stood there facing one another, naked, aroused, caught in the middle of an awkward situation, to say the least.

Penny’s face was flushed; with embarrassment or lust or both Amy didn’t know, and for that matter neither did Penny. Amy said nothing, but just pointed at Sheldon; at his cock, as a matter of fact, which, standing at full staff and dancing faintly up and down as it throbbed, made Penny whimper despite herself.

Is Amy saying what I think she’s saying? I couldn’t…Penny thought breathlessly to herself, looking at Sheldon’s member, then at Amy’s face. A questioning look crossed her face, and she shook her head no. I just can’t…

Amy’s face hardened, and she pointed again. Once again Penny shook her head and made as if to leave, but Amy took her by her stiff nipples and yanked hard, pulling her forward. Penny squealed and tried to resist.

“Amy? What’s going on? Let me out of these things…” Sheldon was squirming now.

“No, Sheldon…everything’s fine. I’m just making an adjustment…” she yanked mercilessly on Penny’s tits again and Penny gave way. Amy then let go of her and pushed Penny toward Sheldon, pointing at his cock again.

Penny’s resolve was starting to waver. She really did want Sheldon inside her; she wanted him immensely. Having been frustrated right at the cusp of satisfaction, her desire was now a roaring furnace threatening to consume everything in its path. She was standing right in front of Sheldon now; Amy was at her side, watching intently. Amy took Penny’s hand, gently now, and slowly wrapped the fingers around the base of Sheldon’s cock. They never left off looking at one another: Penny’s eyelids began to feel heavy and they drooped with desire as she slowly began stroking; Amy’s eyes widened and she nodded her head ever-so slightly.

Penny sighed rather too loudly, and Sheldon cocked his head inquisitively. “Amy?” he asked. “Is that you?”

Amy reacted fast, smacking him lightly across the face. “That’s Ms. Amy to you. And who else would it be? Don’t be an idiot; you are a genius after all.” She had positioned her head so that it was close to Penny’s, so there wouldn’t be a spatial disconnect between the location of Penny’s hand around his cock and the source of the sound coming from Amy’s mouth. Penny was biting her lip again and her eyes were closed; she was jacking Sheldon’s cock rather more vigorously now, working back and forth on the shaft, lost in fond memories of a fateful afternoon long past. When Amy moved behind Penny and put her hands around Penny’s waist, letting them drift up to her shoulders, a gentle push was all that was needed to bring Penny to her knees. She closed her eyes the rest of the way and took Sheldon’s head gently, lovingly into her mouth.

Amy sighed, and was filled with the most incredible surge of desire. Sheldon began moaning again as Penny set to in earnest, expertly working his cock between her mouth and hands. Amy cupped his balls and gave them a firm squeeze, eliciting a groan from Sheldon as Penny worked his shaft; had Sheldon paid closer attention he might have wondered where Amy’s third hand had come from, but as it was he didn’t notice. Penny opened her eyes with Sheldon still deep in her mouth and looked sideways at Amy, who was standing there fingering herself rapidly, eyes wide in excitement as she noted Penny’s technique.

“My my Ms. Amy, you’re getting better at this by the minute…” said Sheldon, and Amy stifled a giggle. Suddenly, she knew that watching Penny fellate her husband wasn’t enough: she had a desperate, overwhelming desire for them to be Eskimo sisters; she wanted Sheldon to fuck Penny while she watched.

Not realizing that in fact they already were Eskimo sisters, Amy grabbed a handful of Penny’s hair and yanked her head back more roughly than she intended in the extremity of her desire. Sheldon gasped his disappointment and Penny was irritated again; she’d been looking forward to drinking Sheldon’s semen, and she glared at Amy but allowed herself to be led, unsure of what Amy’s intent was, but fully immersed in this moment.

Amy spun her around and pushed down on Penny’s neck. She suddenly understood what Amy wanted, and she did not resist; it was after all what she wanted too. Amy held the tip of Sheldon’s cock steady and gently guided it into Penny’s soaking slit, then let go as Penny pushed backward and gasped loudly.

Sheldon groaned intensely. “Oh god Amy…you sounded like Penny for a moment. This feels so good…I’ve never felt you this tight before!” He began thrusting forward as Amy frowned at this; Penny couldn’t help but glance up at her friend with a mischievous smile, and then she set to her task with enthusiasm.

“Shut up, Sheldon,” Amy said irritably.

Now Penny was really going at it. She was the perfect height so that she could thrust back and forth along the length of his cock effortlessly; Amy was glad that Sheldon was inexperienced, so he hadn’t figured out that the height differential was wrong because they had never fucked like this before.

We still haven’t, Amy thought irritably, and suddenly she was having second thoughts about this. Let alone that her decision to trick Sheldon into fucking Penny was made in the heat of the moment and she was now questioning it, the fact that her sweet baboo was getting so much obvious enjoyment from Penny’s body, and vice-versa, was now starting to drive stabs of jealousy through her. That she hadn’t expected.

Penny’s eyes were closed and she was enjoying herself thoroughly. Haven given herself over to Amy’s control once again, it seemed there was no guilt or any repercussions for her in this, just the intense, amazing sensation of being fucked by Sheldon’s beautiful tool. They were both in rhythm now, Sheldon thrusting forward as much as he was able, Penny matching his strokes with perfectly timed backward thrusts of her own. Although she knew she wasn’t going to cum this way, it was still an incredible feeling, and as she felt Sheldon start to get close, she began focusing all her intent, all her amazing musculature and years of experience on one thing and one thing only: blowing Sheldon’s mind.

Amy jerked Penny from her reverie as Sheldon was right at the cusp, and she shook her head, indicating that she wanted Penny to leave off now. Penny gave Amy a wicked smile, shook her head no, and increased the speed of her backward hip thrusts.

Suddenly Penny was no longer under Amy’s control, and Amy didn’t know what to do about it. She was starting to get frantic, but there wasn’t much that she could do: any slight thing that went wrong might result in Sheldon’s discovering her ruse, and the terrible consequences of that suddenly hit her full force. She grabbed Penny’s hips and tried to pull her off Sheldon’s shaft but to no avail; Penny was far too strong for her. She reached forward and shoved Amy backward, the evil grin spreading ever more widely across Penny’s face. She closed her eyes, bit her tongue in concentration and then leaned down and grabbed herself by the ankles as Amy hit the floor.

Sheldon was too distracted to notice the crash. Penny was a machine now; now that she was gripping them with her hands, she could use her ankles for leverage and she increased her speed to maximum, feeling her back and butt muscles clench fiercely as she pistoned herself on and off of Sheldon’s cock. Hands cuffed, unable to grab her hips though he desperately seemed to be trying, Sheldon arched his hips forward and held still as Penny’s thrusts finally brought him to orgasm just as Amy managed to stand back up.

He let out a warbling, choked cry and lost his footing, and began to fall backward onto the bed. Penny helped by pushing him back with her ass, and she managed to keep him inside her all the way down. As Sheldon lay on his back on the bed Penny undulated back and forth on him, crying out herself as she strove to cum, reaching down for her clit, but she needed both hands to keep balanced so instead she focused on Sheldon. He was gasping and straining upward. Penny closed her eyes; she was intensely satisfied to be grinding on his fine pole, but Amy just looked on in shock, and when Penny opened her eyes again she laughed in Amy’s direction. She stood up suddenly as Sheldon collapsed completely, and she glared at Amy and then walked out of the room.

Amy was dumbfounded; she had gotten over her initial shock at what had just happened, but didn’t know if she would ever be able to forgive Penny for what she had done. It went above and beyond the tit-for-tat orgasm war they’d been having: this felt like betrayal, and yet even in that moment of sadness, Amy knew she had no one to blame but herself, and if it was a betrayal, then Sheldon was the one who had been betrayed.

“Ms. Amy?” said Sheldon, once he’d stopped panting.

Her voice was flat. “You can stop calling me that now Sheldon. Game over.”

“Good. Now can you get these darned things off me?”

Amy, feeling that her will was sapped even if her ardor wasn’t yet drained, looked down at Sheldon’s moist, spent member as it lay on his belly, weeping a thin stream of clear post-cum, and knew she wasn’t going to find any satisfaction there. Still, she lay down beside him and took his semi-softness into her mouth, simultaneously enjoying for a moment the mingled scents and tastes of her husband and her best friend. She took the handcuffs off, and Sheldon removed the blindfold, allowing Amy to continue suckling him, arm around her shoulder

“Wow. That was certainly a fascinating experience. I have to say Amy, that may have been the most physically and mentally satisfying sexual encounter I have ever had.”

She left off his cock and lay her head on his belly. “I’m so happy for you,” she said without enthusiasm as Sheldon tried to elicit a physical response from her. He was starting to get firm again.

“What’s wrong Amy? I would’ve thought you’d enjoy that.”

She shook off her torpor and smiled gently at her husband. “I did. I really did Sheldon. It’s just that sometimes sex can be…emotionally complicated for women. I don’t know how it is for men.”

Sheldon sat for a moment in silence. “Let me give that a think while I’m in the shower. I think I need a long hot one after that.”

Amy let him go and he headed to the bathroom. I need a drink and an orgasm, she thought, and she grabbed Big Head Todd and the Monsters (that’s what she’d named her life-like fleshy phallus, the one with the huge, cut meaty head and its lifelike set of balls) and headed to the kitchen for the pint of vodka that she no longer bothered hiding from Sheldon.

*

When Penny left the room, seeing Amy defeated on the floor, she felt a certain sense of triumph—but it was not yet complete. She still had an erection—in fact her clitoris was still fully-engorged into a pseudo-phallus—and she was as aroused now as she’d ever been in her life. She still had the charge built up inside of her; she had built it to maximum and almost released it before Amy had interrupted her. Stealth-fucking Sheldon and draining his seed deep inside herself against Amy’s will had only turbo-charged her desire; she felt like Godzilla from the movie Leonard had dragged her to, when every spine on his back was glowing with radioactive power, only in this case all the incredible energy surging through her body could be centered on one point, and that point was the mannish protruberance that now sprang from the front of her body. She felt like a monster indeed, a monster with one mission and one mission only: to fucking get off. She couldn’t bring herself to leave quite yet though, and so she paced in the corner of the living room and was just about to just go home and fuck her own brains out when, to her surprise, Amy came out of the room.

In the dim light she could see Amy had one of her toys with her. Good, that bitch must have something planned. Amy set the toy down on the kitchen island and made herself a drink as Penny watched, hidden in the shadows. Really…a screwdriver at night? That’s a morning drink. Rookie, said a slower, calmer section of her mind.

Amy took a couple of sips from her drink but then went hurriedly to the couch; Sheldon wouldn’t be in there forever, she knew, although he’d been known to luxuriate in a hot shower for 20 minutes or more in the past. After what he’d just been through, Amy suspected she had a little time. What she didn’t suspect was the set of eyes that was watching her with malevolent intent from deep in the dark recesses of the room.

Penny watched as Amy sat her drink down and lay on the couch, sighing as she slid the toy effortlessly into her overflowing trench and began gently fucking herself. Oh hell no. Now she’s going to cum while I stand over here and suffer, after what she made me do in there? I don’t think so. Penny stalked over to the couch and stood for a moment, waiting until Amy opened her eyes.

Amy did so, and she started, gasping just as she had begun to pick up the pace with Todd. Penny was still here! At first Amy was glad, but seeing the deadly seriousness on Penny’s face, she began to feel slightly afraid. She had seen the results of winding Penny up and giving her no release just earlier today; if anything, Penny’s face was more intense than it had been this afternoon. This woman was now dangerous, Amy knew. She was unsure what to do next.

“I can’t believe what you had me do in there,” said Penny quietly. “Just what kind of shit was that?”

“Stop pretending. I knew you wanted it,” said Amy, suddenly finding some courage. “I’ve always known. I wanted to give you something, after today.” There was silence for a moment as the two stared at one another. Penny finally broke it.

“Oh you’re going to give me more than that.” Her tone was deep, flat, and menacing.

Amy inhaled deeply, pursed her upper lip and nodded her head slightly, as if coming to a decision. “I know,” she said simply. The sound of Sheldon humming contentedly in the shower was now the only sound.

Amy closed her eyes, knowing that moment had arrived which she had been contemplating earlier in the day, that moment in which she must do everything Penny wanted, no matter what. If she ever wanted Penny to be hers, really and truly hers, this had to happen. It was always going to happen. If she didn’t play this right she would lose Penny, lose her forever. Lose her as a best friend, as a lover, as a submissive fuck doll, as the future godmother of her children--Amy would lose her in all those ways that meant so much to her. Amy took a moment, a pause, a deep breath, and then she surrendered her will and relaxed her body, prepared for whatever was to come.

With lightning quickness Penny sprang into action. She yanked Amy roughly by the hair and pulled her forward, mashing Amy’s mouth to her crotch. An almost sub-aural groan came from deep in Penny’s chest as Amy, shocked at the immense size to which Penny’s member had grown, took it into her mouth and began nibbling, sucking, biting, actually moving her head back and forth as though giving a man a blowjob. Amy sensed that Penny wanted no gentleness—there was an energy, a dark and terrible energy in her now, and it would brook no half-measures or teasing. That energy needed to be released, or the consequences might well be too frightening to contemplate.

Amy’s scalp hurt horribly as Penny yanked her head back and forth. Penny pulled Amy off her clit and pushed her roughly down onto the couch.

Remembering that the obscenely huge rubber phallus was still inside Amy’s pussy, Penny yanked it out unceremoniously and told Amy “Hold your ankles behind your ears.”

Amy did as she was told. She then cried out in pain as Penny crammed Big Head Todd deep into her anus in one smooth motion.

Although she had stretched herself out mightily earlier in the day, this pain was almost unbearable, and Amy wailed again, trying to pull away, but with a handful of Amy’s hair firmly entwined in the fingers of one hand and an the other tightly gripping the immense toy shoved deeply inside Amy’s ass, Penny had complete control of her from both ends. An impish smile crossed Penny’s face as Amy began to thrash and kick,.

The smile left Penny’s face quickly. “Stop fucking squirming or I’m going to make this a whole lot worse,” came the flat command.

Amy suddenly remembered where she was, why she was doing this, what her larger purpose was, and she acquiesced. She realized as she did so that the pain immediately lessened, and since there had been enough lube from her own pussy that had dribbled down over her asshole when Penny had shoved Todd in, as she relaxed Amy began to enjoy it as Penny fucked her mercilessly.

Penny’s muscles bulged and tightened as she frantically fucked Amy’s rectum with the immense phallus, jamming it deeply inside of her, then pulling it out and ramrodding the fleshy head in and out past the sphincter until it was loose and compliant: there was no resistance anymore, and that was just what Penny wanted.

She let go of Amy, but left the toy buried to the hilt inside her ruined ass. “Keep those legs hiked.” Amy did so, noting in the firelight the bulging veins on Penny’s arms, the ridges of veins standing out even on the sides of her abs, limning the cumgutters on the sides of her pronounced Adonis belt. In the dim candlelight emanating from the bedroom a demonic fire flickered in Penny’s eyes, and Amy, in her state of meek servility, battered down and defenseless as she was, found herself beyond fear, beyond desire and only knew a need, a need for Penny to keep going, to keep going until she was done, no matter how far that might be.

Penny hopped onto the couch on her knees and straddled Amy’s wide ass. With her pussy angled as it was, pointing straight up, ankles behind her hears, Amy was completely open to Penny. Penny’s clit had become a true micro-penis now and in one swift motion she shoved it into Amy’s twat and then she was fucking the other woman, in every true sense of the word, and Amy cried out in ecstasy at being invaded this way.

Penny’s hips were no longer under her control; it was as if her autonomic nervous system had taken over. She thrashed and undulated back and forth, rapidly, fiercely--completely insensate as her body took over. One, two, three quick thrusts as deeply into Amy’s pussy as she could get it, Amy silently aspirating with each thrust, and then Penny pulled out, moved forward so that both of their clits were touching and she mashed them together, rapidly spasming back and forth for a second or two, feeling herself approach inevitability but still her body held back. One-two-three thrusts, then a pull out and intense, lubricated clit friction.

Back and forth she went like this for a minute that seemed like a long eternity. She grabbed Amy by the throat and began to squeeze, choking off her air, but still Amy lay there immobile as Penny thrust-fucked-rubbed, thrust-fucked-rubbed over and over in a perfect syncopation. Her eyes were closed now; the demonic fire was dimmed and that terrible, furious dark energy that had built inside her all day exploded , a supernova centered on her phallus that was buried deep inside Amy as the fire spread to encompass her entire being and then engulf the universe.

*

Although she hardly believed it possible, Amy’s mental state altered even more: she didn’t know if she had ever in her life been more fully present in any moment than she was now. Time was a dark eternity stretching behind her, an unknown forever moving forward, but the only time she inhabited was the Now.

As Penny choked off Amy’s air supply and her consciousness dimmed, when Penny came (cumming seemed such an inadequate word to describe the cataclysmic inferno that was happening now), Amy knew that she felt an energy transference between them; a memory from one of Sheldon’s books came to her darkening mind and suddenly she knew that she was being penetrated by, overcome by, conquered by the Dark Phoenix, an all-encompassing goddess with the power to build and destroy the cosmos in a sheer act of will. Amy lost consciousness right as her body joined the Penny-Phoenix’s in joy, death, rapture and rebirth; her lights went out and her body responded on its own as the demon goddess screamed her pleasure-fury like a hurricane into the forever-altered night.

*

Penny’s apocalypse receded slowly, and she collapsed on top of Amy, releasing her hold on Amy’s throat. For a second she was afraid she might have actually killed her best friend, but a sudden gasping intake of air told her that Amy was alright.

Amy slowly came to, wondering at the strange, intense visions she had been having. She attributed it to hypoxia, the lack of oxygen induced by Penny’s choking her during sex, but still she knew that something amazing had happened between them. Something amazing, as well as scary and more than a little weird. As she recovered a little bit of strength, she put her arms around Penny and pulled her tight, slowly allowing her legs to straighten out.

Jesus my thighs are so fucking cramped! she thought. Penny was wordless; they were both drenched in sweat and Amy took Penny’s soaking head firmly in her hands and lifted it so she could see into her eyes. She held her there for a moment; the demon fire was dimmed, but there was a veil: Amy couldn’t tell what Penny was thinking. So Amy kissed her, strong, hard and deep, knowing in that moment that she had to reassert herself for this to work.

Penny was softly compliant now; she looked as if she’d been crying. Amy understood, and Penny scooted down to lay her head on Amy’s chest. Amy moved a hot, loose breast up to Penny’s mouth and Penny suckled gently, as Amy turned on her side and held her there. There was nothing of eros in the act. It was nothing but simple love, love and surrender, closeness and warmth, and the deepest possible sisterly intimacy. Amy wrapped her leg over Penny’s hip and held her even closer.

Realizing that Sheldon was still in the bathroom, and had certainly heard her in her moment of pleasure, Penny disengaged and stood suddenly, a bit unsteady on her feet.

“I have to leave,” was all she said, the veil still over her eyes. And then she turned and was gone.
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