Chapter 3
"Hello, Ann," Jill slurred, waving coyly with just her fingers.
"'Jill? Good God! What's with you?" Ann gasped.
Jill pushed past the very pretty, very slender dark-haired girl. "Need some booze," she said fuzzily. "Mine ran out."
Ann closed the door quickly and started after Jill. Jill's fogged, whirling eyes were focused on the liquor cabinet. The knob on the glass door seemed to avoid her fingers for a very long time. Finally, she held the cabinet still with one hand and grabbed the knob with the other.
"No you don't!" Ann snapped, slamming the door shut, hard. The glass rattled ominously.
Jill rocked back, astonished. She turned slowly and carefully, rotating her whole body, rather than just her head. Turning just her head made everything spin painfully.
"Ish that any way for a friend to treat a friend?" she slurred.
"You're drunk!" Ann observed. "I am pickled," Jill admitted. "I am stewed, bombed, crocked, under the affluence of incohol, and otherwise in-in-inebriated. An' I want to get drunker, if you don't mind." The room swam around her as she turned toward the liquor cabinet and reached for the knob.
"Well, I do mind," Ann said quickly. Twisting the key in the lock, she pulled it out and put it safely in her pocket. Jill didn't notice. Having managed to catch the wildly whirling knob again, she tugged on it stupidly.
"Huh, stuck," she muttered. "Have to break the glass, I guess." She drew her hand back and made a fist.
"NO!" Ann yelled, frantically grabbing Jill's wrist as it started forward.
"Lemme go," Jill wailed. "Wanna get drunk. Dammit, lemme go."
"No, Jill," Ann said desperately. "Don't do that, you might cut yourself. Oh, God, why is Graham late tonight, of all nights?"
"Graham? Where's Gram?" Jill mused dazedly. "He makes super-duper martoonis." She turned toward the cabinet and raised her fist again. "Don' care if I get cut. No one else cares, why should I?"
Ann saved the glass door and Jill's arteries with another quick grab. "I care," she snapped. "Holy cow, what's gotten into you? I've never seen you like this."
Jill staggered-dazedly across the room, mumbling incoherently to herself. Then she was being steered along, guided into the bathroom, and forced down on her knees in front of the toilet. There was a hand on the back of her neck, holding her face over the bowl. A finger from somewhere went down her throat, and her stomach heaved, brutally emptying itself in one mighty spasming eruption. She was hauled rudely to her feet. She felt sobered and more miserable than ever.
Ann reached past Jill and opened the shower door. After turning the cold water on full force, she propelled Jill under the hard spray with a quick decisive shove.
The cold water slashed into Jill's body right through her clothes, plastering them to her like sheets of ice. Lurching, she tried to escape from the freezing spray. It kept following her as she bounced from one wall to another. When she went toward the shower door, she was pushed back under the cold dousing water.
Crying, screaming, pleading, bellowing, Jill tried to avoid the cold shower. She was sobering as her body struggled to raise its temperature by burning the alcohol flowing through her veins. Finally, too weak to stand, she slid down and huddled in one corner, shivering with cold and exhaustion. Her lips were blue.
"I'll kill you," she muttered. 'I'll cut your heart out, Ann."
"Feeling better?" Ann asked, standing in the shower doorway.
Jill looked up. She had to squint against the icy spray that was still drenching her. "I'm freezing to death, goddammit."
"You're sober, though."
"I don't want to be sober, you shit!" Jill snapped.
"Come on, Baby. Let's get you warmed up and out of those clothes," Ann said, ignoring Jill's vulgarities. After stripping quickly, Ann joined Jill in the shower. She had carefully added hot water to the cold before stepping in. After helping Jill to her feet, Ann stripped her friend's soggy clothes off.
Jill suddenly became aware of the hot water, and her friend's warm body brushing hers, and sagged gratefully against Ann. In a wet tangle of slick skin, the two women clung to each other while water sluiced down over them.
Blindly, Jill sought Ann's lips. They kissed. Their lips opened, their tongues dueled in an uninhibited lesbian tangle. Breasts squashed against breasts, and sleek thighs slid along sleek thighs. Hugging each other tightly, they swayed back and forth under the shower.
"Let's get out of here," Ann suggested hoarsely.
Foggy from the remaining alcohol and the unexpected lust, Jill didn't know exactly what was happening. There was a body-warming flurry of towels, and then, Ann's arm around her, she staggered out of the bathroom and fell onto the bed in a naked heap.
Lying on their sides, the two women pressed together, arms around each other, thighs interlacing. They kissed and rolled and twisted their soft torsos against each other sensuously.
Sobered and spent, Jill was whirled along on a sweeping wave of lust. Having lost the refuge of her alcoholic fog, she fled to the shelter offered by the torrent of passion. It made no difference that the body against hers was that of another woman. There was warmth, passion, and shelter; lust and the promise of release. That was all that mattered.
Jill swept her hands down Ann's flanks, caressing the soft skin, marveling at it. Cupping her fingers around one of Ann's tight buttocks, Jill increased the scratchy pressure of Ann's pussy against her own thigh. At the same time, Jill was grinding her twat against Ann's leg, clenching her thighs around one of Ann's, creating the illusion of a body between her legs.
The illusion worked, and sent Jill's lust soaring. Then Ann was pushing away, breaking the tangle. Jill tried to hold on, but Ann was stronger. Then Ann's lips closed on one of Jill's nipples, and Jill was engulfed in a blaze of pleasure. Fingers were probing her cunt. Jill quickly spread her thighs to encourage Ann's slender fingers to slide deep into her hot nook. Jill slid her hand over Ann's slender hip, through her thick curls of hair, and into her humid crevice of soft, slick, wet folds. Jill probed deep into Ann's slippery hole. When Ann shifted and moved, Jill kept her fingers hooked in Ann's vagina, and followed the shifting of Ann's hips.
Ann's mouth was leaving a wet, stinging, goose bumpy trail down Jill's torso. A hot, pliable, velvety tongue probed into Jill's navel. Jill's gut sucked in convulsively. Then the tongue moved lower in a series of long wiping motions that left a broad band of wetness on Jill's belly. Pubic hair was tugged at, left kinky and stringy with spit.
"Awww!" The cry erupted from Jill's throat as a hot tongue speared between her labia and touched her clit. Lips, following the hot spearing tongue, found the pearly protrusion of her mini-penis, closed around it, and began sucking. Jill's body was drowned in a blazing wave of orgasmic pleasure. Hot, humid hair touched Jill's face, and then there was a pussy against her lips. Prying her tongue through the clinging kinky hair, into the hot slot, she tasted a woman's metallic juices for the first time. The taste sent her lust and her appetite soaring.
Reaching up, Jill hauled Ann's crotch tight against her face. Her nose sunk in hot, hairy folds of flesh, she pried her tongue deep into her friend. She bored her tongue into a puckery, folded opening, and tried to reach the bottom of Ann's vagina. Then, lowering her jaw, Jill located Ann's clitoris, and sucked it into her mouth. She flicked her tongue against the little bundle of nerves, and felt Ann's buttocks contract convulsively.
On her side, her head trapped between Ann's slender thighs, Jill sucked and chewed and probed at Ann's pussy with her mouth and tongue. Jill herself was being eaten, and clamped her thighs around Ann's head, and felt her friend's short black hair tickling the sensitive insides of her thighs. Jill began coming in a long, endless fountain of pleasure. Then Ann was coming too, and Jill was eagerly sucking up the flood of female liquid, doing everything she could to get more and more of Ann's hot fluid.
The head to crotch tangle continued until Jill began to blank out. She was suffocating in hot, wet meat. Her breath was blubbering through Ann's juicy folds. At last she had to draw back and suck in desperately needed air. Jill's orgasm began fading away, leaving her limp and exhausted as Ann retreated.
Rolling wearily to her back, her thighs still spread wide, Jill felt Ann's juices drying on her face, and her own drying in her crotch. She was stone sober. Her mind shied away from what she had done, both the drinking and the aftermath of it.
"Ohh, my," Ann sighed softly. "It hasn't been like that since college."
"You've done it before?" Jill asked hesitantly.
"Not since college. My roommate and I experimented once in a while. I didn't think I was still interested in it at all."
"I had no idea I was a lesbian," Jill murmured.
"You? A lesbian?!" Ann exploded with laughter. "You've got to be kidding!" she gasped after controlling herself. She was sitting up, looking down at Jill, who was still on her back. "Do you think that makes you a lesbian?"
"Well, doesn't it?" Jill asked warily, not wanting to be laughed at again.
"Good Lord, no. Check the Kinsey statistics some time. Thirty percent of ah women have at least one homosexual experience in their lifetimes. But most of them stay basically hetero. Take me, for example. I'll take cock anytime. But variety is the spice of life."
"Variety," Jill repeated softly, then shook her head. Variety was something she had already had plenty of.
"Now, mind telling me what's gotten into you?" Ann asked. "Getting drunk as a skunk is not your style. How come?"
Jill shrugged. "It just sort of happened," she answered. "I started drinking, and it went on, and on, and on. It sort of-helped."
"Yeah, well, it'll help you right into a lot of troubles if you keep it up," Ann replied drily. "Like the hospital, or jail, or the grave. What's the trouble?"
Jill stammered through an awkward description of the loneliness that had been nagging her.
"You've got Graham," she concluded wistfully. "I've got nobody. Nobody cares, or anything. I'll leave you now so I don't blight the landscape for you."
"Is this a private gathering, or may I join in?" Graham asked from the doorway.
Jill generally would have felt shocked at being seen naked by him, but she was too drained to care. Her only concession to modesty was to bring her legs together to conceal her pussy. She looked at Graham calmly. Small and slender, he was intriguingly handsome, and had a devilish smile.
"Get your clothes off and pull up a piece of mattress," Ann told him. "We're psychoanalyzing Jill."
"I'll go home," Jill offered. "You two have better things to do than hold my hand." She started to get up.
"You'll stay right here," Ann said, dragging her back down to the mattress. "In the first place, your clothes are still soaked, and in the second, we're your best friends. Who's better equipped to make you feel loved and needed?"
Graham was quickly shedding his clothes. "Sounds as if I missed something. Anyone care to fill me in?"
Ann gave him a quick rundown on what had happened, and Jill's problems. "She needs to feel loved and wanted," she concluded.
"Well, that can be arranged," Graham answered, smiling. He eased himself down on the bed. He was on one side of Jill, and Ann was on the other. Jill looked from husband to wife, and back again. Graham and Ann were both watching her carefully. Ann's expression was hard to interpret. There was sympathy, and concern, and something else-lust, but not lust for Jill.
Graham's expression was much easier to read, and could be read in his cock as easily as in his face. He slid his hand up Jill's body, and curled his fingers around one of her soft, round breasts. Where Ann was skinny, almost flat, Jill was full and rounded.
"Please," Jill whispered, feeling her guts knot with excitement. She looked to Ann for help.
"It's okay," Ann said softly.
Jill wasn't so sure. Then rising lust overcame her fears and worries. Ann's acquiescence in the blatant seduction was astounding. Jill tipped her chin up as Graham's lips nibbled on her tender white throat. His thumb was scraping over her nipple, making it stand up sharply, sending waves of fire through her lush body, triggering a fresh, hot flood of lubrication from her pussy.
There was a hand on Jill's thigh, a light, slender, delicate hand. It began stroking the soft, sensitive skin high on the inside. Glancing over at Ann, Jill saw the excitement in Ann's dark eyes as she watched her husband kiss and fondle another woman. Ann's fingers slid higher, pressed into Jill's crotch.
Graham's lips wandered down to Jill's chest, explored the soft upper slope of her breast, then found the peak. He suckled and nursed on Jill's tit. Jill's head roiled slowly from side to side on the bed. The hand at Jill's crotch was probing very carefully into her dripping nook. She instinctively spread her thighs wider.
Suddenly there were sucking, hungry, nibbling lips on both her breasts. Jill's whole body convulsed from the dual stimulation. Without meaning to, she curled her arms around both Graham's and Ann's heads, her fingers combing through Graham's soft brown wavy hair, and Ann's stiffer, straight black tresses. Jill's hips began to toss restlessly on the bed. Ann's hand rode the bucking skillfully, probing deeper, finding, then setting Jill's clit ablaze. Then a second hand was prying into her pussy, probing her vagina.
Ann and Graham were both stimulating her to a fiery peak of sexual need. Their lips nibbling on her breasts made her chest ache with pleasure, her nipples feel as if they were going to burst. Ann's fingers were massaging Jill's clit into a searing knot of ecstasy. Graham was expertly finger-fucking her vagina.
Jill was whimpering softly from the searing, gut-wrenching passion that was ripping through her. Her head rolling, her hips thrusting and turning, Jill hugged the couple to her with desperate ferocity. When Graham tore his lips away from her breast, she gaped like a fish, blindly seeking his mouth with hers. His lips touched hers, his tongue plunged into her mouth. He was still pistoning his finger in her fountaining hole. Then Ann's mouth was competing with his, and Jill twisted free of his sucking kiss to take Ann's. From one to the other, her face becoming smeared with three people's saliva, Jill tasted first one and then the other, first the husband, then the wife. Her hands were exploring a hard, wiry masculine body, and a soft, delicate feminine one. Twisting and reaching, Jill managed to curl the fingers of one hand around Graham's rockhard cock. She slid the fingers of her other hand along Ann's slick, wet pussy.
The lust that was raging through Jill was fantastic, but she wasn't going to peak just from hands in her crotch. Her vagina was clutching hungrily at Graham's single, wiggling, prying finger. She needed something bulkier, heavier, and longer in her twat than his finger. Her hips bucked and heaved in search of satisfaction.
The two pairs of lips competing for hers broke away almost simultaneously. Jill opened her eyes, dazed, her lust decreasing slightly as she looked from Graham to Ann and back again. The hot excitement on both of their faces was incredibly stimulating, even though they were looking at each other, not at her. Fear cut through Jill. They were going to take each other, and leave her empty and starving and horny!
"Give it to her," Ann urged softly. The words drowned Jill in a wave of relief. "Give it to her!" That could mean only one thing.
Graham didn't need any urging. Drawing his slippery finger from Jill's cunt, he eased his hard body over hers, settled between her thighs, trapping his wife's hand in Jill's crotch. He lifted up on his arms and knees to give Ann room.
It was Ann that aimed his cock into Jill's pussy, set the purple knob of his phallus in Jill's vaginal opening. Jill felt it, saw how Ann was watching the coupling of her husband's organ with her best friend's.
Graham eased his cock into Jill's hole, and Jill's ecstasy soared upward from the penetration. As she felt her vagina being filled she wondered how she could have ever thought lesbianism could compare with this marvelous fullness. God! The feeling of hot, live, brutally big meat ramming into her starving vagina could never be matched by any woman. Jill clutched at Graham's tight, hard ass and urged him deep into her body. She threw her legs wide to gain the deepest penetration possible.
Ann had extracted her hand from the nutcracker of groin against groin, but not withdrawn from the field of battle. She was shifting around to get the best possible view of her husband's cock entering, penetrating Jill's willing body. Jill knew Ann was watching the carnal coupling, and found the knowledge increased her excitement. She had never before had an audience, never been with anyone but her partner at such a time. It sent her lust soaring upward. Whining with pleasure, she let her body buck and writhe against Graham's quick, sharp drives. She felt the head of his cock batter the end of her vagina, felt her clitoris being pulverized between their bodies. Wrapping her legs around Graham, she spurred him into her with her heels. She felt him spread his legs and dig his knees into the bed as he pounded into her. Something touched her ass, sending a tickling jolt of pleasure through her. For a moment she couldn't figure what it was, then realized it had to be Ann. Apparently she was fondling her husband's balls as he fucked his cock into Jill. Ann had reached between Graham's thighs, and was dandling his sperm-loaded testicles. Her fingers brushed Jill's streaming cunt and juice-coated peri-anal region with every inward drive of Graham's cock.
"Coming," Jill whined ceiling-ward. "Oh, God! I'm coming!" Her vagina spasmed around the hot bulk of Graham's cock as the flush of orgasm started up her body. Her muscles were convulsing with pleasure.
Graham slammed his cock into her quicker and harder, and the crashing impacts lifted Jill to still greater heights. Then he pushed against her until she felt her shoulders sliding along the bed, and felt his cock spasming and spurting in her sucking, drenched vagina. She felt Ann's fingers massaging Graham's balls as if she were milking the sperm from them. Wrapped around Graham like a vine, Jill savored the orgasmic waves.
Necessarily, unavoidably, the pumping ecstasy faded. But Jill clung desperately to the man on, and still in, her. Then, somehow, she managed to include Ann in the embrace, and the three of them became a sweating, slippery tangle of naked, loving bodies.
The embrace was finally broken by Ann. Freeing herself from Jill, she pushed away, and heaved her husband off of her friend. Jill roused, disappointed. She felt abandoned. She also wanted to see what was happening.
Ann had rolled Graham onto his back was fondling his limp, soggy penis, flopping it around this way and that. There was a hot hunger deep in her eyes as she struggled to get his drained member to stiffen up.
Jill felt a small twinge of pleasure that she had gotten her fill of that organ, that it wasn't she who had to bring it back to life. But she also felt sorry that she was going to be left alone, especially after such a wild, shuddering orgasm. She watched, hoping for an opportunity to participate again.
Ann's attention was completely focused on her husband's withered prick. She pinched it. She slid the foreskin back to expose the pinkish glans. She stroked and tickled the tip with delicate fingertips, pried open the slit at the end. Nothing seemed to get a renewed flow of blood into Graham's organ. It remained absolutely unresponsive.
Not about to be put off by his lack of an erection, Ann shifted around on the bed until her head was directly over his penis. Lifting it, she used her tongue to pry back the foreskin. She bathed the pink cap of his penis with her tongue, and left it glistening with spit. It began to show signs of life, began swelling slightly. Encouraged, she pumped her fingers up and down it, as she licked its tip as if it were an ice cream cone.
Jill felt her lust rising as she watched. Prying her fingers into her come drenched pussy, she caressed her self as she studied the way Ann brought her husband back to full erection.
Ann was taking his cock into her mouth now. Making a circle with her lips, she pushed her head downward. Graham's semi-soft penis vanished into her mouth. Holding it by the base, Ann pumped her head up and down. Then, backing away slightly, she lapped it again, on the underside.
Jill found it was incredibly stimulating to watch Ann's oral attentions to a cock. The sight of Graham's penis burgeoning upward, swelling with blood, stiffening, reaching for the heights, made Jill's cunt drool with hunger. She crammed three fingers into her seething snatch, and continued to watch Ann suck cock.
Ann worked with gusto, eagerly pushing her face down on Graham's thrusting, bulging phallus. Her lips forced the foreskin back each time she pushed down on him. Her throat worked as she swallowed the waves of saliva his prick triggered. Her cheeks caved in as she pulled with vacuum force on his phallus. Her hands rolled his balls back and forth, encouraging hot waves of sperm to flow into his groin.
Graham was taking a more active part in the reflation now. He was gripping Ann's head, working and guiding her as she sucked his prick. He was looking down. His face was flushed with excitement as he watched her ingest his cock.
Ann wrestled free of his grip, and spat his gleaming organ out. "No, not that way," she panted. "I need it in my cunt, not down my throat."
Moving shakily, she straddled his legs, located herself over his phallus. Tipping it to vertical, she set the head in her twat, and rammed down on it hard. Jill's pussy fountained around her fingers at the sight of Graham's swollen, rigid prick going deep into Ann's small body. She looked too diminutive to be able to take such a monster tower in. When it was halfway in, it seemed to stick. Lifting up, Ann let it ease almost all the way out of her cunt, and then lowered herself on it again with a hard jolt that crammed it almost ah the way up into her crotch. A squirm of her hips settled her firmly on him. Her thick black bush was crushed into his fine brown one.
Jill slid over until her head was on Graham's flat, hard stomach, inches from the joining of Ann's body with Graham's. She was fascinated by the way the two of them were doweled together by his towering penis. Ann's hairy labia were w-edged open by his bulk. A glittering pink sliver of her inner membranes showed, and the dunce cap hood that protected her clit. The pearl of her clitoris was swollen and protruding, begging for attention.
Unable to resist, Jul moved her fingers to Ann's snatch, and titillated the protruding tip of the girl's clitoris. Ann's flat belly convulsed visibly at the new stimulation. Leaning forward over Jill, she braced herself on Graham's shoulders, and lifted and dropped. Jill was perfectly placed to see Ann's inner tissues tug outward as the cock emerged from her vagina, then push back in when she dropped again. The skin of Graham's penis was tugged upward, then downward. The veins under the shining wet skin pulsed.
In spite of Ann's movements, Jill managed to maintain her touch on Ann's clit. Pinching and rolling the erect mini-penis with the fingers of one hand, Jill massaged her own with her other hand. Her vagina was clenching and unclenching, searching for the bulk that Ann's had.
Graham's stomach muscles were tensing, then relaxing under Jill's cheek. His hips were heaving and lurching in time with Ann's dropping and rising. His body met his wife's with a wet slapping sound. Jill's nose was deluged with the thick smell of sex.
The rhythm of Ann's bouncing became too violent for Jill, forcing her to relinquish her touch on Ann's pearly clit. Then Ann was bending farther and farther forward, squeezing Jill's head out from between her and Graham. Driven out of the lust tangle, Jill abandoned her study of the cock pistoning in and out of Ann's streaming vagina. She shifted around to Graham's thighs. From there she could see his balls, and the lower side of his cock. It was shiny with Ann's fluids. Jill could see how it rammed deep into Ann's oozing, inflamed pussy. She could see, too, the tight puckered bud of Ann's anus between her flexing, quivering buttocks.
Ann began to come, her hips rolling and squirming wildly as she went over the peak. Then she froze, and her asshole seemed to wink at Jill as the muscles in her pelvis flexed and convulsed.
Graham's testicles sucked up tight against the base of his prick. The part of that tower Jill could see was spasming visibly. She could almost feel the hot shots of semen that were being pumped deep into Ann's tight hole. Struggling desperately, Jill tried to bring herself off. Fractions of a degree shy of that needed release, she knew she wasn't going to make it. Whimpering with frustration, she felt the tide of excitement fade.
Jill eased off the bed. Come streaming down her thighs, she crept into the bathroom and gathered up her soaked clothes, and, wearing Ann's bathrobe, headed for her own empty, lonely apartment.
She considered calling a liquor store for a delivery, then realized it was too late.