Chapter 7
Ross awoke to find himself separated from Beejo and lying flat on his back on the rug. He rolled his eyes, squinted at the light, and turned his head. He was gazing at a pair of shockingly purple pants legs, belled. And bare feet. He raised his eyes.
Hank smiled down at him. The purple bells were the bottom half of a one-piece outfit, sleeveless, collarless, and, considering the long deep V plunge, damned near topless. A little silver chain circled her waist and hung down interestingly, following the bulge of her crotch. The jumpsuit was very tight in that area.
She was sitting on the bed, but as soon as he looked a up she slid to her knees and enveloped his head in a veil of fiery hair. She kissed him with warmth.
"Hello, darling. Want to screw?"
He palmed the bulge of one of her breasts inside the purple fabric, which was a slinky knit. "Will you be insulted if I ask for a rain check?"
She shook her head. "Nope. Just checking. Always ready. Trying to be polite. Always have to be polite to my man."
"Um. Your man."
She kissed him again, softly and warmly, her fingers trailing over his face. "Um-hm," she said softly. "You're the man who understands. You're the first man who ever made me come, I mean really come, you know that."
"It was Beejo," he said sadly.
"Really? Wow ... funny I never noticed she had a cock before!"
He chuckled. He stroked her thigh. "I mean, it was Beejo's idea, and Beejo that landed the slaps on your butt while I was in you. That's what did it, isn't it?"
"Sure. I always thought maybe ... I've been trying to get a guy to do that for years." She sighed. "Never could. And I couldn't just come out and ask!"
"Why not?"
"Well I ... I just couldn't! I mean, say I want to be spanked and screwed, please, I think maybe getting spanked and balled will make me come' ... well wow, I couldn't say anything like that! I tried, you know that. I tried to make you mad enough, remember?"
"You're damned right I remember. The first time we met, and again this afternoon."
"See? But nobody'd take me up on it, or get mad enough to belt me a few on the bottom, commonly known as the seat of pleasure."
"It is?" he asked, chuckling.
"Well, it is for some of us. Anyhow, you know now, and you'll do it now, won't you?"
"With pleasure, you nutty little bitch."
She sighed, "Calling me pet names will get you anywhere!" Her hand slipped down to stroke his genitals. They were limp, and he was content to leave them that way awhile. He disengaged her hand.
"What day is this, Hank?"
She laughed. "Still Sunday!"
"What time is it?"
"Six. PM, I mean. Do you realize I actually fainted?"
"Yeah," he said, petting her butt, and his stomach growled.
Hank giggled. "Oh, that reminds me. We'd better do something about eating. Listen, do you have any more of that lovely wine down at your place?"
He thought about it a minute, although he knew he was out. He shook his head.
"Oh, hell! I thought I'd provide the food while you put in the wine."
"What's my part?" Beejo asked, raising up behind him and stretching luxuriously. "Y'all wan' me t'provide an Alabama ham?"
"What the heck's an Alabama ham?" Hank demanded, laughing at the assumed accent.
"Watermelon, whitey," Beejo smiled. "Anyhow...."
"You gotny wine down at your place?" Ross asked. "Nope. Sony."
"Well, what do you have down in three-oh-six?"
She frowned. Then her mouth rounded into an O. She glanced past Ross, at Hank.
"Uh, I've got a confession to make, Ross. Lake ... I don't live here. At all. In the building."
"Then ... then how the hell did you get in? I met you down at the pool, for pete's sake, and that not only takes a key to the front door, but to the basement door too!"
"Don't call our lovely recreation center a basement," Hank said.
"I had a friend used to live here," Beejo told him. "Hank knows about it already, sorry. He had a couple of duplicate keys made. You know, a buck or whatever it is, at the dimestore. Keys made While-U-Wate. He gave them to me, and when he moved we ... that is he ... forgot."
"God," Ross said, "you're a criminal! You could be ... wait!" Who's in 306 or wherever it was you told me to come if I needed help?"
She laughed. "A woman I know. Lucy." She chuckled again. "She's a professional girl. She'd help you, too ... if you had the money."
"You damned bitch!"
"You already said that," Beejo reminded him.
"He said it to me, too," Hank said.
"He got a small vocabulary, hasn't he?"
"All right, stop that!" Ross snapped. "You two are way too much. You're on the premises under pretenses, Beejo. Probably criminal offense, for pete's sake. And the two of you are switch hitters. Man or woman, either way."
"We also spank and like that," Hank reminded him helpfully.
"You got us dead to rights, man," Beejo admitted. "What you going to do about it?"
He slid an arm around her waist. He already had his other hand behind Hank's neck.
"Keep you both! Ye be in me power, me proud beauties."
"Good!" Hank sighed, kissing his cheek.
"Good!" Beejo said, kissing his other cheek.
"Hey," Hank said, her voice rising in distress. "Listen, Beejo...."
Beejo said, "Listen, Hank . ... "
The two women looked at each other. Slowly, Hank's pulled-down brows leveled off. Slowly, she smiled. Beejo grinned in return. They both looked at Ross.
"You think you're man enough to handle it, buster?"
"I know how to find out," he told them firmly.
"Well, boy," Hank said, "living the way we are sure seems dumb! We'll waste a fortune! I mean, we should be looking for a place for the three of us!"
Ross glanced at Beejo. "Beejo, you got a job?"
"Uh-huh. I sec."
"You what?"
"I sec. Seccing is what a secretary does, right? Actually it's like I file stuff and look it up again, mostly, but secretary sounds so much better."
He chuckled. "Yeah. Anyhow, Hank, if you're looking for a roommate, you and Beejo ought to get together...."
"How convenient!" Beejo enthused.
"...er," Ross finished. "But as for the three of us looking for a place ... that seems a little premature. We may hate each other."
"Never," Hank breathed, kissing his ear.
His stomach growled.
Beejo laughed, then hers growled. She looked reproachfully down at it and slapped it.
Ross got to his feet. His penis jiggled and swung, dangling over his purse of testicles. Despite the fact that it was in the relaxed state, he could practically feel two greenish-gray eyes and two deeply brown ones burning into it.
"Well, I've got to take a shower. Then I'll go get us some pizzas. Still no wine, but I do have a six-pack.
"Silly," Hank said. "Pizza's a great idea, but I'm already showered and dressed. I did that while you two were snoozing. My party, my treat ... ah-ah, no backtalk. This is a celebration! See you ... oh, what do you want on your king-sized pizzas, my ... my darlings?"
Ross and Beejo glanced at each other at the last word. Then all three kissed and groped, spontaneously. Ross pulled away.
"Shower," he said, "fast! We mess around like that a few seconds more and one thing'll lead to another and I'll starve to death! Pepperoni, Hank."
He went into the shower and was left alone while he relieved himself of dried sweat and dried genital juice, both male and female. He came out toweling hard, buffing warmth into his skin, still thinking. When he emerged from the bathroom, Beejo was sitting in the chair he'd hidden behind. She was sipping a Coke and looking thoughtfully at the wall.
We all need to do some thinking, he thought, and got into his pants and shirt without bothering with shorts, socks, or shoes. He went down the hall to his apartment, found a folded sack from the grocery, and enveloped the sixpack of beer in it. As an afterthought he picked up the can of grated cheese he sprinkled on his pizzas.
Taking the little-load back down the hall, he had to knock. Beejo admitted him and he started stowing beer in the little fridge built into the wall.
"Think it's gonna work?" she asked.
"Who knows? All the three of us know about each other is sexually. That's a good start. It makes it easier for us to talk. Now we can get to know each other's heads, and see if we get along."
"What do you do, Ross?"
I'm assistant office manager where Hank works." He couldn't help adding, truthfully, "It's a big office." It was. He'd been promoted three times since he'd started there two years ago. "Want a beer?"
"I think I'll wait for Hank."
I'm going to have one now " he said, snapping the ring-pull.
"In that case HI join you," she smiled. "Hate to see a body drink alone."
He handed her a beer. "You're an easygoing sort of woman, aren't you?"
"Woman? I'm only twenty, for pete's sake."
"Sorry. Hard to know what to call people these days. Women over thirty-five think it's fine to be called girls. Others don't."
"You can call me girl, man."
I'd rather think of you as a woman."
She smiled, toasted him silently with her beer, and drank. "You're a good man," she said, lowering the can.
"I think you're probably a good woman."
"Yeah, aren't we beautiful?" She giggled.
"Um. And Hank's a nut."
"Maybe. You like girls with big jugs, Ross?"
"Sure."
"Better than girls with small ones, or without?"
"Sure."
She shrugged. "You're a nut, too," she said, and drank.
He realized that she had a bit of depth, and that she was no dummy. She was right. Joe at the office always said something like, "Boy I'd eat that in Central Park with an audience!" when he saw a female body that turned him on. Meaning he thought about cunt licking first and screwing later. Not only did Ross notice tits first-unless she was headed the other way, naturally-but he'd heard Leo say, more than once, "Boy I'd like to wrap my tongue around those juggies!"
So sex meant eating to Joe, and tits meant sex to Leo and Ross, and sex meant spanking-as well as pronging-to Hank. So who, he thought, are you calling a kook?
Hank came back with three huge, still steamy pizzas and they sorted them out and sat with tucked legs on the floor to eat. Then they sat there, finishing the beer and starting in on Hank's gin, and talked until three in the morning. By that time they were acquainted, had argued and agreed, and agreed and argued, and were totally knocked out.
There was only one bit of strangness. It was far too late to start anything sexual, and Ross kissed them both and went to the door. Beejo slid a hand around Hank's waist.
"Mind if I spend the night with Ross?"
Hank blinked. She shrugged. "No. Should I?"
"Beats me," Beejo said, patting her on the ass. Then she looked at Ross. "Mind if I spend the night with you, mister?"
"So long as you don't snore and don't expect a screw," he said, and they went down the hall and to bed and were asleep in seconds. If she snored, he was certainly too tired and deeply asleep to notice. And the alarm clock went off all too damned early.
It was a lousy day. He went home, didn't call or knock at Hank's and did a little reading and a lot of thinking. He went to bed early and awoke feeling great, and Tuesday was a good day. He also put in a good day's work and was more than ready to crash when he got home.
He picked up the envelope they'd shoved under his door. It wasn't easy, with both hall and wall-to-wall apartment carpeting. There was a small note inside.
"I've moved in with Hank. We'll be playing our game. Three can play, but only if you want."
He thought about it. Then he went to bed with a sexy book.
Twenty minutes later there was a knock at his door. He slept raw, and had to pull a robe around himself to go answer. It was Hank.
"You're not coming?"
"It's pretty damned late," he said, then softened that by leaning out to kiss her.
"Okay, smarty. But wait'll you hear some of the things we've dreamed up for you!"
He grinned. "I can't," he said, and started out.
She put a hand against his chest. "Wait." She turned and did a bob-white whistle. "The mountain comes to you, Mohammed!"
He backed into his room. A few seconds later Beejo bustled in. She came straight to him, kissed him, and peeled off her robe. Ross' hands wrapped around her big jugs, moving on pure automatic. Over her shoulder he saw Hank. She stripped, too, but she was fetchingly rigged up in a pair of black net panties with the crotch out, as well as a black garter belt and figured black hose.
She turned slowly, letting him see that the slashed crotch of her panties ran on up the back, too.
"Kinky, huh?"
"Yeah," he breathed. "Beautiful!"
Beejo reached between them and had no trouble at all finding his cock. "Good lord," she gasped excitedly. "He's got a hard-on already!"
Hank smiled. "How nice," she said, hunching her lower body at him. "Let's do something with it!"
Two of them, Ross thought with a little sigh. Oh boy. I'll feel as lousy tomorrow as I did Monday!
"Beejo?" Hank prompted.
Grinning, Beejo disengaged her big floppy jugs from his hands. Then she went down on her hands and knees. She wiggled her naked butt. Hank walked over, slid her hand around his prick, and gave it a couple of pumps. Then she stepped astride Beejo's out-thrust butt. Slowly she lowered herself, showing Ross a lot of bulging ass cheeks and legs parted to display her cunt and crack framed by the open black panties.
Lying along Beejo's back with her white butt directly atop the other woman's brown one, Hank reached under with both hands. She began playing with the dangling tan breasts.
Beejo sighed. She wagged her ass, slowly. Immediately Hank picked up the rhythm and wagged hers. Then she glanced around at Ross, over her shoulder.
"That give you any ideas?"
"God," he said fervently. "It sure and hell does!"
"No fair playing favorites," Beejo said.
"Can you stand that kind of weight?" he asked, moving up behind them and letting his hand slide down Hank's superbly ripe ovals, pausing to wiggle his fingers at her cunt, which was squashed onto the other girl's butt, and then on down, his fingers trailing over Beejo's big broad buttocks until he slipped it between her thighs.
"Sure," Beejo said. "She doesn't weigh much, and she's got her feet on the floor to take up some of it."
"We've been practicing," Hank said, with a little giggle.
"Sorry I didn't come," Ross said. "Well, now's your chance. We'll just see where you come!"
He stood there gazing at the utterly lewd and electrifyingly wanton display they presented.
Perfectly rounded, well parted buttocks of pale pink, resting invitingly directly above larger, broader, fleshier cheeks that were a glowing coppery tan. All four of these salaciously proffered buttocks were spread by the girls' positions to show him the deep dividing valleys and the tiny, coiled holes set in their exact centers. Below Hank's ass, her red-furred pussy was pressed provocatively against the very top of Beejo's ass crease. The lips were slightly mashed, so that they spread and furled and were slightly open in lecherous invitation. And below the larger, darker buttocks protruded another ridged cunt mound, furred with intensely black hairs and with the labia slightly parted in an undeniable invitation to perforation and plumbing by a ransacking cock.
Smiling, he slid one hand over the tops of Beejo's rump and let one of them work its slow, titillating way into the creamy softness of Hank's crotch. The pulsating pink labes parted and then his finger was sliding in between the ragged inner lips, fluted and scalloped and nearly red in their deep pinkness.
She grunted, then sighed as his finger went into her pussy as far as its length would allow. His knuckles pressed her cunt lips inward so as to impale her humid vault a bit more deeply.
He slid his finger in and out, slowly, several times.
Then her drew it from her and set its tip against the iris-like coil of the sultry niche of her anus. He pushed.
His finger slithered into her ass. Her belly began to grind against the tan body beneath her. Her thighs and hips began to flex hard in a wanton, writhing abandonment to lust. Having fingerfucked her cunt, he repeated the exciting process in her ass.
With that long, delving middle finger engulfed tightly in Hank's burning anal hollow, he slid his other hand between the other girl's thighs and pierced her cunt. Beejo sighed and began squirming in fervent desire, rocking the girl who was perched precariously atop her.
With one finger of each hand, he simultaneously reamed Hank's asshole and the bedewed socket of Beejo's cunt. He watched their bodies tremble, their proffered buttocks twitch and ripple, and he listened in delight to their gasps and sighing moans.
Then, in one swift movement, he had each of them plugged up the anus with a firm, slipping finger.
"God ... oh lord, Beejo, he's ... he's got a finger in my ... my ass!"
"Uh ... my ... mine too ... is it fun, Ross?"
"Dear lord," he smiled, working both fingers in and out and testing the grip of each hot asshole, "it's marvelous!"
"P-pl-please, Ross," Hank said in a tiny voice, "don't ... don't try to put your cock in there, It'll hurt!"
"Please, Ross," Beejo imitated, her voice rather hollow and faraway as she bent her head far down, "don't forget to slip your cock up my butt ... it won't hurt!"
She chuckled, and then Ross did, and then the three of them were laughing together.
He let his fingers ooze out of both tight hollows, aided in exit by the automatic flexing push of their internal muscles. Then he stood still for a moment to watch the tight squeezing of their agitated assholes.
In a single push, he thrust his cock into the em brace of Hank's lower lips. Her juicy slit opened and sucked him joyously inside. He pushed on until it was buried deep in the long, stringent tunnel, made tight by being crushed onto the other woman's back. The stiff column of glistening flesh delved all the way into her liquid depths.
Tell Beejo, Hank," he said, caressing the parted pink buttocks.
"He ... he's got it ... all the way in my cunnnnnnt," Hank breathed, with fervor.
Beejo groaned.
Immediately Ross pulled himself all the way out of the girl on top, flexed his knees slightly, and thrust his penis at the darker, lower-set lips. Glossy black hair furled aside and then the soft damp lips of her clutching vulva were welcoming his deep stroking push into their loving grasp.
"I ... I've got it now!" Beejo gasped triumphantly;
Her constricted position beneath her friend rendered her barely able to move. But she tried, hunching and squirming beneath Hank in a gentle rhythm of aroused lust. She was sighing loudly, fucking herself gently back and forth on his hot tool and filling his stroking body with bursts of overwhelming passion.
When he slid it from her it was with the intention of pushing it back into Hank's vulvar grip. But he was sidetracked along the way. The little hole in the valley between Beejo's brashly jutting buttocks seemed to beckon. Smiling, he pushed his cunt lubricated meat into the mouth of that sweet little anal hole.
She gasped-and pushed herself backward. His pronging cock slid on into the deep tunnel of that sucking hot hole until both her ass cheeks and her anal ring were splayed out on either side of his feverishly inflamed tool. She gave him that thrill that set his lust aboil: she moved on it, accepting it with loving welcome.
Holding Hank's hips firmly and grinding his stomach against them, he pulled both women back into his piercing, lunging embrace and plunged his cock ruthlessly up Beejo's brown ass until she whimpered and wagged her hips. Hank rocked and clung to the other woman's dangling tits.
He cupped the warm curves of Hank's pink buttocks with fingers that dug into the soft flesh, spreading them well open so that he could watch his own big inflamed prick suck slowly out from between the parted bronze cheeks just beneath.
Two women ... two women ... two assholes, two sweetly offered cunts ... four beautiful buttocks ... two women, two women ... the thought and the sight of it was a violently affecting blast of lust that made his entire body pulse with heated passion.
"Uh!" Beejo gasped, when his big prick slid finally, all the way out of her rectal grip!"
"Uh!" Hank gasped, when the full length of it slid with great ease back into her cunt. He smiled, listening to the passionate moans that issued from her throat and racked her contorted flesh.
Her hands were suddenly ungentle, reaching down to paw and grasp and joggle Beejo's dependent tits, making them swing and flop about beneath the bowed brown body. Beejo moaned and contracted her ass, then humped it strongly upward. Hank's body actually lifted from the other woman's in reaction to that strong upward jerk. Ross, unprepared for the sudden activity, felt his penis slip and then swing up out of Hank's humid and seething pussy.
He changed its angle and sent it spearing without warning up Beejo's anus. She groaned and went all tight and tense, not about to repeat her bouncing maneuver while his cock was ramming relentlessly, callously punishing, into the bold thrust of her butt.
But after a moment her straining, glistening, slippery body began to twist nakedly, a captive of her own surging lust.
"Her nipples, Hank," Ross said hurriedly.
He stood there and fucked in and out of the brown girl's cringing, wiggling ass while he held onto the pink cheeks surmounting it. The channel swiftly became easy as a well-lubricated cunt, and just as slippery inside.
Riding Beejo's bowed back with her hands swinging down beneath her, Hank obeyed. Her fingers and thumbs latched onto the thick, nearly black nipples and pulled them downward, then out to the sides. Her fingers rolled them tightly. Ross jerked and thrust, pounding himself in and out of Beejo's back until the warm, nigh-excruciating pressure of her inner ass made him near frantic with desire and the rising need to blow his balls.
He knew his woman. In a few more seconds Beejo squealed, then screamed. A sudden trickle of not-quite clear fluid drooled out of her empty cunt and edged its way down her inner thigh. Spasm after hot spasm of orgasm slammed through her in pounding waves.
"Stand up, stand up quick, Hank, Hank ... I'm going to fall!...."
And she did. Her voluptuously big body splatted onto the rug, with Ross' abandoned penis leaping suddenly up into the air. It emerged from the climaxing woman's asshole with such force that it slapped back against his belly as if released from a catapult.
Hank had barely managed to get her feet planted. But had it not been for Ross' hands, she'd have fallen forward anyhow, on top of her limp friend. She'd been bent too far forward to maintain her own balance. As it was, he was only just able to keep her from falling, and she staggered forward wildly, squealing in fear as she tried to keep on her feet. Clinging to her hips, he followed with similarly staggering steps. He managed to guide her toward his bed.
She rammed into it with both knees and fell forward onto the bed. He fell on top of her back, but scrambled immediately up and off.
Quickly he jerked her legs apart and then used one hand to guide his cock into her cunt from behind. It swallowed him warmly. She squealed again, this time in complete delight.
His calves strained; he had to squat slightly to keep himself in her. He standing and she lying partially forward on the bed with her knees on the floor; he grabbed her hips and shoved deep. He drilled up her vaginal track and slapped down onto her ass cheeks, feeling his drive to climax rise to a pitch that was a flaring pain in his balls.
His pelvis spanked her squirming, upturned buttocks.
His prick zoomed easily in and out of her wet vaginal hole, seeking her womb.
His legs strained and shivered.
Then his balls gave up their hot load and thick, simmering fluid rushed up her cunt like a rushing waterfall, blasting into the wet warm interior of her sucking pussy. The agitated inner walls gripped him in a smooth, tight embrace that was not a very wet embrace.
He lunged forward onto her back. She moaned and squirmed beneath him. Slipping his hands beneath her, he clutched her breasts and manipulated them almost harshly. He kept his deflated cock in her until it had shrunk to a weary-looking worm that crawled slowly out of her gaping, damp lips.
Eventually he drew both sighing, weak women into bed with him, and all three of them sank into an exhausted, sated sleep.