Chapter 5

"Oh my God!" Henrietta Aldiss squeaked, and she jerked the sheet up over her, all the way to the neck.

"Oh no!" Betty Jo Buder groaned. Her eyes went from his cock to his face and back to the big hard penis again. "How long have you been there, you bastard?"

"Oh please, Leona," Ross Stender said, in a squeaky falsetto voice, "don't hurt me ... not too many...."

"A-a-a-a-ahhhgggggr Hank groaned, and pulled the sheet completely over her head.

"Jesus," Beejo said in a small voice. "You bastard!"

"You bitch! You bitches! You Lesbianizing sluts ... did you know old man Heston is a redneck bigot and that number five of the rules of this building forbids what you've just been doing?"

"It forbids all sexing in here, you bastard!" Beejo snapped. "What about what you and I did the other night?"

Down came the sheet; up came Hank's head. "What you and he did!"

The two recent lovers looked at each other. Slowly, with dawning realization, their eyes turned upon Ross. He could practically see the light bulbs over their heads. Again Beejo and Hank looked at each other. Again they looked at him.

He tried to look cool.

"You put on a good act, Hank," Ross said. "I thought you did come."

"Oh god," she squeaked, and flopped down and pulled the sheet up over her head again. The sheet quivered violently.

Beejo had made absolutely no effort to cover herself or the big naked jumping jugs standing before her. Suddenly she pointed a finger.

"You-you've been here all the time? God, you sneaked in here and spied on us? You low bastard!"

He put a hand over his heart. "I swear it wasn't deliberate. The door not only wasn't locked, it wasn't even closed." He pointed at the phone. "You two took the phone off the hook so your Lesbianizing wouldn't be interrupted. I tried to call Hank, got a busy signal, and thought how silly it was to telephone somebody just down the hall. I came down, but when I started to knock the door swung open. I started seeing things. You're lucky it's me! Anyhow ... come on, can you blame me for staying to watch such a beautiful scene? Would I have been a man if I'd been able to walk away from two beautiful bodies loving each other?"

She sat there naked, staring at him with deeply brown eyes.

"No," she admitted. "Hell no, and there's a compliment, Hank, in case you missed it. But ... oh hell! You heard me say what I needed. Your place or mine?"

"Right," Ross said, "here."

The sheet-covered lump beside her on the bed became wildly agitated. It seemed to be possessed of seventeen arms and legs, all working at once. Then Hank's head appeared.

"You get out of here!"

"Hank, honey," Ross asked, "how'd you like to be blackmailed?"

Instantly Hank's eyes flickered. She knew what he meant. The world was full of bigots, and rednecks weren't limited to below the Mason-Dixon. Hochstadter, for instance. Her boss.

But it was Beejo who answered. "Hell with that. This black female wants herself white-maled!" She stretched out her arms.

"Heyyy...." Hank said, but in a devitalized voice as Ross came across her room to her bed, peeling as he moved.

Naked, he came around the bed and clambered aboard. Beejo smiled happily and broadly. She moved hot and trembling and sweat-slick into his arms, pressing and urging herself to him. The force of his arrival sprawled her backward on Hank's bed. Hank grunted when Beejo's head thumped her thigh. Beejo didn't seen to notice.

Beejo's lithe, muscularly voluptuously body writhed against his, hunching in a wanton titillation of his desires. He felt a sharp twinge in his heavy-laden scrotum. He had been watching an exciting scene and nursing a growing hard-on for a long time.

They were locked together, kissing and wriggling on the already rumpled bed, rubbing their crotches against each other so that his cock kissed her belly again and again.

Then the swollen head of his sex nosed its way into her so easily that they hardly noticed until her flesh was stretching around his. She trembled and sighed, gripping him more tightly, pulling him in.

He gave his hips a swift little jerk, and his cock was imbedded deep in her wet hot vagina. The humid walls caressed and squeezed its full throbbing length. He groaned with the poignant pleasure of it, hunching with great energy while she humped back, grinding together in a sheer gut-twisting pussy-stroking pleasure.

He drove into the wildly impassioned, bronze body, holding onto her naked hips and pumping into her swampy cunt. His body pounded down on hers. His thrusting toes furled and ridged the sheet and coverlet. His prick whipped in and out of the warm and pulsing lips of her cunt like a closely fitted piston.

She was far from Idle, beneath him. Her body thrust up at him. She moaned constantly. She was writhing and drumming her heels in a chaotic response to lust Her fingers clutched feverishly at his hips, his waist, his clenched buttocks. She rammed herself hard onto the sleek slick shaft she wore imbedded in herself.

His big cock seared the long tight tunnel, digging deeper and deeper. He watched her eyes widen and gleam with inner flames.

Abruptly she opened her legs wide and then jerked them up over his back. She locked them there, urging and goading him on and on.

Her stiff-nippled tits were like silken pillows beneath his chest. By contrast, her arms and locked legs gripped him like vises, making sure he remained engulfed deeply in the rising heat of her body.

Beside them on her bed, the other girl stared with large eyes. Excitement grew in them. She heard their grunting gasps and moans. She saw their tensing, grinding bodies and his humping ass. She could smell the odor of aroused sexuality. Hank licked her lips.

His poking throbbing cock was engulfed in the gap between the thighs Hank had so recently licked, filling her friend's belly..

"This is ... good," he gasped, crushed against her. "But ... well play hell ... coming this way!"

"Who ... wants to ... come...." she gasped back She jiggled her hips to make his perule shaft wiggle in her.

He grinned and wiggled his own hips.

Suddenly: "I do!" she squealed, and she released him.

Instantly he began hammering his body down into hers with hard, slamming blows. Almost painful shocks tore through her pelvis. Again and again he drove into her, to the roots, and she squealed in an ecstasy of delight and undiluted passion under the impalement of that massive, slippery cock. Her hands became claws that raked over his back in the heat and turbulence of her soaring sensuality.

His hands slid under her. He cupped the tight full pads of her ass, helping her to bounce up and down.

She was groaning and flailing her head. Her eyes were glazed as she hunched, screwing the deep hollow of her vaginal channel up his hard length. Her frenetic movements beneath him built an unbearable tight tension that was a sizzling pressure in his balls.

He let one hand slide in under the bulge of one sweat slick, tan buttock until he found the hot crack. It was slick with perspiration. She squealed when a rigid finger entered her. Her hips began jerking forward and up in rapid movements as he ran his finger up her asshole.

The hard driving of his body on top rammed hers down to spread around the finger below. She was impaled in cunt and rectum, fucked from both directions at once, both holes filled and sliding on hard shafts.

Cries erupted from her throat. She squealed and gasped and tried to smile at her inspired and imaginative lover.

Each of his jerks impaled her rectum to his knuckles and shoved the whole length of his cock up her vagina. He could feel the hardness of his own finger against the sensitive undersurface of his cock, separated only by the thinnest of inner membranous tissues. He groaned and his body trembled and his hands slithered about beneath her, poking her asshole and grasping the voluptuous curves of her buttocks.

She tightened them and hunched as he pulled.

His balls began to feel as if they were clutched in hot pliers.

The hot semen loading them built and seethed to blow out the constrictive sanctuary of his scrotum. His semen started throbbing warmly into her. His hips jerked in a series of shuddering convulsions that spurted it up into her pussy.

Then a slim arm passed across his vision. A hand, looking very pale pink against the upsurging tawny mound of Beejo's big breast, fell upon it Fingers took the erect brown nipple in their grip. Pulling and squeezing, they worked it. Another spurt of semen rammed up into Beejo's cunt.

Then she screamed, as Hank pinched her nipple and Ross spurted into her and ground his pelvic bone against her clit. Beejo came.

"You ... darlings," she gasped. She patted Hank's flank with one hand.

Ross reached a hand up and around Hank's waist and pulled the redhead down with them. "You darling," he said, and he sagged down to pillow himself on the fully voluptuous body he had just pumped full of his seminal cream.

The three of them lay there together in a spaghetti-entwined mass while Beejo and Ross let their engines run slowly down. Their breathing began to normalize and the sweat on their bodies began to evaporate.

"Ummmm," Ross hummed, mouthing Beejo's breast.

Hank extricated herself from his embrace and the bed bounced as she moved backward along the bed, along his body.

Then Hank's open palm came down, hard and sharply smacking, on his buttocks.

"Yhaoww!" he cried, as much in surprise as in smarting pain. He lurched violently.

"Be still, darling," Beejo chuckled. And then her arms clamped him, holding him tightly against her. He well remembered her strength. Her calves folded over his. "Bite or wiggle too much and I'll smother you in tit!" She squeezed her arms across his back, pressing his face firmly into her over extensively bosomed chest Their corpulent soft beauty rose up about his face like satiny pillows. They blinded him, threatening to cut off his breathing.

Hank swung hard slaps down onto each of his hind cheeks, one on each in rapid succession. He groaned and lurched and opened his mouth to bite into Beejo's tit.

Half twisting onto her side, she shoved it into his face, and suddenly his nose was blocked and his mouth filled with far too much of her grandiose love gourds to bite into the flesh that was firmer than it seemed, in the loose softness of its skin. She'd also given him too much faceful of tit for him to breathe at all.

His attempt to hurl himself off her, even roll them to the floor, was blocked by Hank's sudden new maneuver: she launched herself full along his back. Her legs were stretched out on either side of his, which were still clamped in Beejo's. He felt the curling triangle of Hank's red-pelted love mound grinding against his butt.

"Uh!" Beejo grunted. "Easy, Hank! God, I'm not made of iron, down here!"

"Sorry," Hank hissed, through her teeth. "But it's a cinch we've got ourselves a prisoner of war! This bastard snuck in here and played peeping Tom while you spanked me and while we ... made love. He sure and hell deserves some punishment!"

"Aow ... get your fingernails out of my skin, Ross baby, or you'll stay here between my tits until you pass out from lack of air. Having trouble breathing, sweetheart?"

Ross jerked and twitched with all the violence he could muster. It wasn't enough. They had him, humiliatingly, in their velvet clutches. He knew they were only playing, horsing around, but he was getting weak from lack of air and a little hum was commencing to fill his head.

Now Hank was moving, hunching her cunt against his ass in an action that found its reaction in the enforced grinding of his spent cock against the other woman's lower belly and hairy vulva.

"Smothered to death in tit," his friend Dave had used to say. "Whatta way to go!"

Like hell, Dave, you shit, Ross thought. You oughtbe here now!

"I think he should get the same I got," Hank said, wiggling around on him to increase his discomfort. Of course that also increased Beejo's, and she moaned and grunted. But at least he could breathe! Hank's mouth was close to his ear as she went on. "About thirty good hand-whops on the butt, don't you think, Beejo?"

Ross writhed and twisted wildly. Again he tried to bite the great mass of tit flesh that mashed his nose and held his mouth open. He couldn't. There was too damned much of it.

"I guess that might do," Beejo chuckled huskily. Her own breath was half cut off, by their combined weights on her supine body. But she was determined to take it, for the sake of the exciting activity of making a male helpless and submissive.

"Yeah, thirty on his muscular little ass ought to be about right. Ross? Listen, baby, you better agree, or you're gonna pass out. Head roaring? Feel giddy, baby? Open your hands, both of them, if you agree."

Ross tried again to fight, tried desperately to breathe.

Then he stretched all ten fingers straight out.

Immediately Hank rose from her prone position along his back. She sat astride him, just above his buttocks. And Beejo eased up the pressure of her arms. Her tits quivered away and Ross dragged in a deep gasping breath.

He thought of about twenty things to say, but he said none of them. Right now, he thought, I could bust loose and cream both of them. But-they did get me, even if it was totally by surprise and when I was weak from orgasm. It wouldn't be-honorable. (What an asshole idea.).

"You want to do it, Beejo?" Hank asked. "You're stronger."

"I ... uh I...." Beejo broke off. Then she said, stroking his head, "Nah, honey. I just ... don't want to ... spank a man."

"Chickenshit," Hank said. "O-okay then, Ross. Get ready for thirty of the best!"

I'd better get off you, Beejo," Ross said. Yes, he'd go along. I'm liable to do some pretty wild jerking around, and I don't want to hurt you."

"Ooohh, baby, loverman," she crooned, and kissed his head. "O lord, Hank, listen to the beautiful sweet guy ... let's forget it! Come on ... you LIKE to be swatted on the ass. Ross may not have had a nigger maid who used to spank him when he was a kid."

"But I want to!" Hank wailed, almost pitifully.

"All right then, Hank, goddamnit," Ross snapped, "Do it!"

Hank did it. She did it, obviously, with a fascinated gusto. She was imprinted, just as he'd thought, a black maid having equated spanking with sexual satiation in Hank's mind. She loved to be spanked; she needed it. But now she was learning how it felt to swat someone else's naked ass, and she was cross-identifying as she kneeled behind him and turned his small, muscular buttocks red with her slapping palms.

It hurt. Ross had not felt anything like this since he was eight years old. And even then, although it had been his strong father, his whippings had been administered with his pants on. Now he was naked, and he had neither the needs nor the high pain threshold of the naked redhead who smacked his hind cheeks.

Shock wave after shock wave of flaring pain split his loins, blazing into his body. Her palm-slaps had the sound of staccato gunfire as they hailed down on his bared bottom. He could hear the echoes of the cracking blows reverberating from the walls. His ass was full of fire. He squirmed all over Beejo's big luxurious body, while she caressed him tenderly. His ass cheeks glowed cherry red from the pounding they took.

He withstood it without embarrassing himself too terribly. The ridiculous part, the humiliatingly unexpected part, was that he achieved one hell of a big fat throbbing new hard-on. His entire pelvis undulated in a rhythmic sort of involuntary rotation, grinding his new erection against Beejo's belly. She was very aware of it.

"Thirty!" Hank announced. "There! How's that grab ya, Mr. Peeping Tom?"

"It hurts like hell," Ross said. "How's that grab you?"

He felt her shiver. "Oooooooh! It grabs me right in the crotch, baby!"

"Well the least you can do is the same I do for you, Hank," Beejo said, stroking Ross' neck. "Lick his ass."

"I won't!"

Ross heard the ptoo noise and felt her spit slap onto his throbbing butt. Then she added more saliva, and more. Her hands began smoothing it around, tenderly, laving his fiery ass cheeks with her own soothing saliva.

He sighed and wiggled, letting Beejo feel that big cock pushing firmly down against the bowl of her belly.

"Did you like that, Ross?" Hank asked. "I did not."

"You didn't!?"

"No, thanks. Because you get your jollies off having your tail busted doesn't mean I do, bitch."

"Hmp!" she sighed, as though his words were a revelation.

Beejo whispered into his ear. "Funny it gave you a hard-on, loverman." She slicked her tongue into his ear, then sighed, moving her mouth away. "All right, Hank. Ross? Let me up. My turn."

"Your turn!"

She hugged him. "Ross honey, you he still just like you are ... only on the bed, not one me, and you'll see. You'll love it!"

Doubtful but feeling that silly sense of honor that he really ought to give them a chance to get back at him, Ross let her out from under him. He flopped gracefully down onto the bed. The sheet where she'd lain was very hot, and he wriggled sidewise to find a cool spot.

Beejo rose, covered with sweat that gleamed and glistened on her chestnut skin. She moved behind him and got onto the bed again. Ross started telling brain and body to get ready.

Then she was licking his ass, sweetly, delightfully, feeling her slicking twisting lascivious tongue slide all over the whipped and saliva-coated cheeks of his butt.

He shivered, purely involuntarily, when her hands opened his cheeks. She parted the reddened rounds gently until she could see the hair-tufted, pink floor of the crevice between them. She pushed her face into it. He sighed when he felt her breath in the intimate cleft, and he sighed again.

Then she pressed her lips and tongue to the ardent heat of his ass crease and the sweat-wet little hole nestled there.

He felt as if he were coming apart. The sensation was indescribably marvelous. She slicked her tongue up and down the long crease, licked over his puckered anus, and poked at it. He grunted and jerked.

Her hands peeled his buttocks apart a bit more, opening the little hole for herself.

Then she stuck her tongue into his asshole.

He shuddered in the grip of the highest voluptuary pleasure. The wet slithering tip of her tongue flickered in and out of his anus. Wet slithering tentacles of lust flowed up through his groin into his belly. The muscles of his abdomen twitched convulsively as she went on, tonguing his asshole with a loving avidity, licking and sucking for all she was worth.

He could feel the soft pressure of her dangling breasts on the backs of his thighs. Her hands were warm on the rounded male buttocks he held apart. Her tongue was a warm wet delight, besieging the flesh of his inner anal mouth.

Slowly, with last caressing glides of her wet tongue over his crack and up its walls and over his buttocks, she brought the wonderful attention to an end. She sighed.

Then? "Jesus," Beejo said, apparently noticing herself for the first time. "I'm leaking sperm and I'm covered with sweat. Hank, I'm gonna borrow your shower."

"Sure," Hank said.

Slowly, Ross rolled over. Four female eyes pounced at once to his genitals, where his prick bulged up, huge and moist and throbbing. Their eyes told him that the long hard staff, standing so beautifully erect, was exciting to both of them. They weren't Lesbians, at all. They liked it both ways, all ways. He smiled.

"Did I hurt you?" Hank asked. "Sure," he said.

"Oh gosh. I got carried away," She looked guilty. "But you did sneak in and peep at us!"

Beejo bent forward and pressed a kiss on his cock, just below the big flaring bulb of his glans. Then she rose and hurried into the bathroom. The shower water began hissing at once.

Ross lay there and gazed up at Hank, still kneeling beside him.

Here's where you get yours, he thought.

But suddenly she was bending over his cock, with her mouth open.