Chapter 3
Lust knotted in Jill's loins as she sat at Fran-cine's kitchen table and told her friend about her new job. For the last week Ben Spears had given her "training sessions" to break her in as a saleswoman. The bad thing about it was that she didn't think she knew any more about sell-ing than she did when she started. They'd spent too much time fucking.
One thing was for sure. She wasn't nearly as frustrated and homy as she had been. Ben took care of that. And naturally enough, her husband hadn't even noticed.
"Oh, Jill! It sounds like such an exciting job! When do you start?" Francine bubbled. Francine was her best friend, and the only per-son Jill really knew in the apartment building that they both lived in.
"Supposed to be tomorrow. I have everything. Only-oh., Francine, I don't know if I'm ready to do this. What if I can't sell anything?
"Don't worry, Jill, you'll do just fine. It just takes a little practice." Francine studied her friend while she took a sip of coffee. All Jill would have to do was wave those big boobs of hers in front of a guy and they'd buy anything. That made Francine a little jealous.
"How's the money situation coming along?" Francine asked.
"Terrible. Our rent's three days late already. Mr. Hubbard says he has to charge us a late fee. But we don't have the money, and Paul's next paycheck is already spent. That's why I decided to take this job in the first place," she lied casually.
Jill's twat burned as she crossed her legs ner-vously under the table. She wished she could fuck Ben tonight and get rid of her horniness.
"Oh, Mr. Hubbard," Francine laughed. "He's such an old maid. That's what happens to you when you live alone too long, I guess." She felt sorry for Jill, wished there was something she could do.
Francine glanced at the clock. Almost six. Her husband John would be home soon. She hoped he would hurry, because she was hot to give him a very special fucking tonight. Which reminded her of Francine's other problem.
"How about things on the home front? Things going any better with Paul?"
Jill started guiltily. Francine had caught her thinking about Ben, thinking about the deliciously nasty things he did to her when they were together. Her titties ached just to think of it, and she felt the warmth spreading outward from her moist cunt.
"Bad as ever," she sighed. "Half the time I'm already asleep by the time he gets home. The rest of the time he's too tired. I don't know what I'm going to do."
Francine laughed. "You ought to try John. He's never too tired. And he's crazy about you," she giggled.
"Come on, quit teasing. It's bad enough," Jill said.
"Well then, what you ought to do is get a man to keep on the side, somebody to fuck you when Paul won't."
Jill looked away, not wanting Francine to see the guilty look on her face. Her cunt was getting wetter and wetter the more she remembered how Ben screwed her. The rough way he did it. She squirmed again.
"If Paul found out he'd kill me," Jill said. "He'd never forgive me. You know how he"
"Who says he has to know?"
The front door slammed. In a few seconds John came into the kitchen and set down a couple grocery bags on the counter. Jill pretended not to notice the way he grabbed Francine's ass when they kissed. Or the way she rubbed her titties up against him.
Francine pressed her crotch tighter against John's, hoping at first that Jill wouldn't notice. And then she got a very sexy idea. They had always wanted to do a three-way, so why not tonight with Jill?
It would be even more exciting than Fran-cine's original plans. She'd bet her friend only needed a little convincing. She probably hadn't had a good fuck in a long time.
"Well," Jill said, inwardly cursing because Ben wasn't available tonight, "I guess I'd bet-ter be going." Maybe she would masturbate when she got back to the apartment.
"No, wait a minute, why don't you stay for supper?" Francine said. She broke away from John and hurried over to the grocery bags. As usual, John had brought enough steak for five people.
"We have plenty, see?"
John eyed his pretty neighbor. He wouldn't mind getting to know her better. "Yeah, Jill, why don't you stay?"
Jill thought, but only for a moment, then she agreed. Paul was working late as usual, and maybe the conversation would get her mind off Ben Spears.
But the fact was that the table talk only made it worse. Francine kept saying really sexy things, and John was getting off on it. Jill kept trying to change the subject, but they always seemed to get back to the same thing-sex.
Francine took the opportunity to clue John in when they were in the front room for a minute. Just the thought of fucking Jill and his wife at the same time kept his cock at attention through the whole meal.
The table was cleared, the dishes put away. "And another thing, Jill," he advised her. "When you knock on a door, make sure your blouse is open as far as you can. That'll sell some merchandise," he laughed.
"Like this?" Jill pulled aside the lapels of the modest blouse she'd thrown on before she came over.
His prick strained against the confinement of his shorts and pants as he thought of Jill's huge tits. He loved his wife's body, but she didn't have much in the tit department.
He leaned closer, licking his lips.
"No ... I was thinking more like this." He heard her suck in her breath sharply as he undid one button and then another.
He leaned back in his chair, surveying her coolly, resisting the temptation to keep unbut-toning her blouse. He couldn't help staring, although he smiled to make it a bit less ob-vious. There was a sudden flicker of interest in her eyes.
From where Francine was she could see how turned on her husband was. She knew they ought to go slow, but ...
Francine's cunt was steaming already. She was horny as shit even though John's attention wasn't on her at the moment.
"John's right," she said coyly, walking around the table to sit on his lap. Jill's skin looked incredibly white, but then blonds were always so fair. Maybe it was just that she was comparing her olive skin to Jill's, Francine thought.
"I think what he meant is something more like this." Slowly, Francine undid her blouse, enjoying the disbelieving look on her friend's face when she pulled the two halves of it apart. She squirmed on John's lap. She felt his hard prick under her butt.
"Jesus," she heard him breathe. Now only Francine's frilly, low-cut bra was over her tits. In a second that was off, too. She turned and got John's hands, and he automatically started to play with her titties the moment he felt the soft skin.
"Ooooooh, yes, honey. That feels so good. Now suck me for a little while."
Desire flamed through Jill as she watched. She felt embarrassed, but the feeling didn't make her look away. Her eyes stayed riveted to John's lips as she sucked Francine's nipple. The taut nub was hard and dark now, and Jill felt her own nipples hardening. When she took a deep breath they grated against the inside of her partially opened blouse.
Francine's satisfied, questioning smile was wiped off her face as he bit down on her nip-ple. She moaned softly and arched her back, scrunching down harder on his prick and turn-ing to push her tit harder into John's mouth. She cradled his head with her hands and quivered as she pushed more and more of her tit past his lips.
"Ooooooh!" she squealed. She wrapped his hair around her fingers and felt him bite down again. She spread her legs a bit, inviting his hand, but he was too occupied with her tit to notice.
Jill did, though.
She squeezed her thighs together in an em-barrassing reflex of horniness. She had to go, she had to leave! But she couldn't tear her eyes away. Now John released the boob he was sucking on and started working on the other one. He squeezed it, searching blindly for her other nipple with his fingers. Jill's breathing picked up.
When he pinched the hard brown nub it was like he was pinching Jill's own. A tantalizing shiver went down her spine and she felt her pussy juice gush. Her lips were parted and dry as she stared.
Francine turned to look at her, and John gave up his titty-hold. There was frank, naked lust on their faces. Jill felt the blood rushing to her face as she turned redder and redder. There was a lump in her throat that wouldn't go away.
"I guess-I guess I'd better be going, and, uh, leave you two alone," she stammered. "You like watching us, don't you? Why don't you stay? After John's done with me he'll do you." Francine longed to see his cock fucking another woman's pussy.
"Shit, yes," he said.
"No, really, I should be getting along-" But the lie died on her lips.
But my God, she thought, it was too incred-ible! After what happened with Ben, and now this, with her own neighbors!
She really did want to get fucked tonight. And if Francine didn't mind, then ... Francine was frantic. "Look, look!" She slid off John's lap and kneeled in front of him, working his zipper down. She struggled with the elastic band of his underwear, and he sat up straight when he felt her fingers close around his cock and jerk it out of his pants. A pearly drop of wetness gleamed on the tip.
"He's so hard! His cock is so big and hard and good! For you, Jill! For us!"
That decided her. She angrily pushed the thought of her husband out of her mind, unable to resist the tantalizing appeal of his upright prick. She watched vulture-like as Francine spread the oozing wetness all around the head of his meat.
"Yes," she panted, "yes!" This new situa-tion was so exciting that she wanted to strip her clothes off right then and there.
Somehow, having Jill watch made Francine's inhibitions just slip away. She released John's cock and hopped up on the table, butt first. She leaned back, letting her legs dangle over the edge, pulling her skirt up quickly when she couldn't manage the catches on the side with her shaking hands.
"Oh, do me, oh do me!" she pleaded, spreading her legs, wanting to feel him rip her panties off.
His eyes darted from her exposed charms to Jill's hidden ones, torn between which woman to start on. He noticed how Jill kept staring at his prick. Since this great idea was Francine's in the first place, he would start with her. "Not so fast, sugar. I'm not done with your tits yet." He stood up and leaned over her, bracing himself with his hands on the table. She groaned and put her hands on his head as he lowered himself on her. The wetness of her pussy came through her panties as he pressed his cock against her cuntlips. She hoped Jill could see how turned on she was. He grunted and ran his prick over her clit a few times, making her moan with .longing. Then he backed up and sucked a sugary brown nipple into his mouth.
"Harder, harder, suck me harder!" she beg-ged. "Suck my titty harder, oh, oh! OH! OH! Yes, owwwww!"
The sound of her pleasure made Jill's toes curl with lust. She kicked off her sandals and sat on the edge of her chair, scooting closer. A few dark wiry hairs of Francine's muff stuck out from her panties as she humped her hips in the air.
He shifted, and Jill was able to see his proud upright cock bumping against his pants. Fran-cine groaned, and Jill saw with an exciting gut-twist how hard he was tormenting her nipples. Again Jill felt a sympathetic twinge of pain and desire, and she wished he was doing it to her. She was getting so hot!
She tossed her blouse aside, letting her fingers stray over her titty flesh. She knew it would happen soon enough, so she wiggled out of her skirt and panties as well, feeling the chair vinyl cold against her ass.
"Oh, now, oh now, John!" Francine beg-ged. He moved his lips slowly down her belly, kissing her and licking there, never letting up. Jill saw Francine scrunch backwards crazily, making the table wiggle. She put her feet against her butt and rested them on the table, opening her crotch wide up.
He nuzzled his chin teasingly against her cunt hair. She stiffened, pulling her knees fur-ther back and tilting her pussy up to accept the touch of his lips and tongue. Lost in expecta-tion of the ecstasy she wanted, she squealed when he kissed his way quickly back up towards her shaking titties.
His body covered the obscenely twitching gash of her cunt, and Jill couldn't see it from where she was behind him. All she knew was that she wanted in on this, wanted to see and touch.
"Ah, shit!" he groaned. He felt Jill pull him back; his ass bumping against her belly. Then one of her hands clamped around his prick, the other fumbling at his pants.
"God, that's nice," he said, straightening up and forgetting about, Francine for the mo-ment.
"John, suck my pussy so she can see," Francine moaned.
The two horny women fired his balls, and he decided to hell with it, ripping Francine's pan-ties and throwing the pieces aside. Jill was the only one who'd had sense enough to get rid of her clothes.
He loved to eat pussy, especially his wife's. Now he bent over, moving back a step and feeling Jill's cunt tight against his ass. Her wetness cooled his skin, and he dipped his tongue into Francine's seething pussy, gather-ing cuntjuice and parting her steamy folds.
The feel of his tongue in her hot hairy cunt made her writhe on the table. His molten tongue slipped into her cunt hole and a wave of lust rushed through her.
"Deeper! Show her how you can suck my pussy!" She added force to her words by twisting her fingers in his hair, forcing his head into the softness of her cunt. But it really wasn't necessary. He tongue-fucked her like a madman.
He licked her clit for a moment, pushing and teasing the hard little button with his tonguetip. He probed deep into the convulsing hole. He loved the slick wet feel of the smooth walls, loved the way she jumped and jerked and cried.
She gave a hot moan and there was a thick gush of juices. He savored the flavor, rolling his tongue and drilling relentlessly into her pussy.
All the while there was a turgid knot of desire in Jill's belly. She was beginning to see what was wrong with a threesome, and that was that there wasn't enough cock to go around!
She nearly had all his clothes off now, ex-cept for his shirt. One hand never left his prick.
"You like this?" Francine panted.
"God, I love it!" Jill answered, squeezing his prick.
Francine was determined to make this good for her poor friend. Yes, poor Jill. To hear her talk, she hadn't gotten fucked for weeks. Francine was going to make sure John gave her a good time, and fucked the hell out of them both.
Of course, it wasn't all charity. Having an audience made Francine's pussy steam like never before.
"Now . . . oh, shit," she purred. "Now he'd got my clit. He's got it between his lips and ... and ... my pussy juice is all over his mouth . . . " She had to stop talking. Her strength was disappearing as he lapped and drained her cunt.
The jism built up in his nuts and threatened to reach the boiling point. He wondered idly where Jill had learned to skin cock like that. Then he stopped licking his wife's cunt.
Jill's lithe body was light in his arms as he jerked his prick from her grasp and took hold of her. He pulled her over and backed her up to the edge of the table, which squeaked ominously as he forced her to sit down.
Jill trembled, lying back obediently beside Francine, loving his momentary show of force, loving the way he looked at her like she belonged to him. She missed being tied up. She missed feeling like a man's slave.
"Do anything you want to me," she said weakly.
"Anything, huh?" he laughed. He didn't know just how serious she was. "Let's see that cunt of yours. Pull your legs up like hers. That's it! God, what a beautiful sight." His prick jumped in the air. Pussy juice dried fragrantly on his upper lip, and he decided to sample Jill.
He knelt in front of her, inhaling the heavy musk of her pussy, watching her clit. Francine watched him with wide-eyed interest, moaning and moving her cunt in protest at being left out, so he satisfied her by sticking two fingers into her tight hole and rubbing her clit lazily with his thumb. She groaned and sat up on her elbows to watch him, virtually trapping his fingers in her slick pussy hole.
But his wife's familiar cunt wasn't what in-terested him now. He fingered Jill's thick cuntlips, peeling back first one and then the other to expose her glistening inner flesh.
He dipped his head. He sucked noisily at her hole, giving the lower part of her slit the full treatment.
"That's it!" Francine urged gleefully. "Lick her cunt all over, the way you lick mine!" She looked over at her friend, getting off on the combination of John's fingers on her pussy and Jill's savage writhing.
She was right! God, did Jill ever need it! Jill was lost in a hurricane of fiery sensa-tions. Now he licked up over her pisser and paused just before he got to her clit, making sure she was moaning with need. Then he bore down with his tongue, flicking the nubbin. It electrified Jill. She, loved it, she wanted more! Again and again he lashed at her sen-sitive clit, and Jill was vaguely aware of Fran-cine talking. Jill strained and groaned and twisted, and he didn't give her clit any rest. But she just couldn't make it over the top. "Hurt me, bite me, hurt me!" she cried. Desire wrenched the horrible, naked confes-sion out of her again, brought tears to her eyes. She was sure they would think she was perverted, but she had to have it! It was all confused in her lust-torn mind. "Make me-oh-hurt me, please!"
"Do what she says!" Francine chimed in, rocking her cunt back and forth and driving his fingers in and out of her pussy.
He bent down again and sucked her clit into his mouth, hard. "Yes, harder!" he heard her sob. He sucked harder yet.
"Yes, more!" she cried out. Pain pulsed with every wave of pleasure, complementing it and making it stronger. It was what she needed, and it made her cunt sizzle to realize how much.
John felt her strain, and he knew he was on the right track. Gingerly, he nibbled around the base of her little clit bud, heard her scream out her appreciation. Each cry excited him more, and he wiggled his fingers in Francine's cunt.
She threw her arms back, pretending her wrists were tied together. The ghost of Ben's humiliating orders echoed in her head, and she felt her come-flood bursting through her pussy. Her clit felt like he was working it over with a pair of pliers, and she loved it.
She dragged her shoulders at last over the formica top of the table, snapping her back in-to an arch so quickly it hurt. Her come ex-ploded inside her, leaving her a burned-out shell spasming around the throbbing jut of her clit.
Jill came like that for a long time. When he felt her come-shudders subside, he stopped nibbling her with his teeth and started licking her clit. His tongue was downright numb by the time he finished.
Automatically he was up, jerking his fingers out of Francine's cunt. She lay back, lifting her pussy to him, knowing what was coming, unable to get Jill's animal lust out of her mind.
"Now it's your turn!" he yelled triumphant-ly. He forced his prick down and drove it home in one smooth motion.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried when he penetrated her yearning pussy. She contorted her fuck-ravaged body and the table squeaked and rocked again, threatening to spill both women onto the floor as her cunt was rammed by his prick. But she matched him stroke for stroke, not caring.
For no reason, he stopped. She pressed her lips together and hunched harder into his prick. But the feeling was ebbing away, and she opened her eyes to look at him.
"John, please! Fuck me!"
"Wait a minute," he said excitedly. "There's something I wouldn't mind making her do. Isn't that what she said? Right?" There was an evil gleam in his eye that Francine had never seen before.
"Forget about her. Just fuck me!" But before she could even move, he pulled his cock out of her, making her want to scream at him.
"Get out in the living room. On the carpet. On your back." His eyes looked glazed. "Goddammit, get up!"
Francine knew better than to argue with him when he was this way. She hustled obediently out of the kitchen and lay down. Jill was mak-ing her jealous, and Francine was pissed at her husband for making her wait. Dammit, he owed her a good fuck!
There was a strange look of longing and shame on Jill's face that Francine didn't understand. The grimace got clearer as she saw how tightly John was holding her hands when he forced her down to her knees between Fran-cine's legs.
"John? What-"
"I'm giving her what she wants!" He knew how to play this game, but he was going to play it his way. He gave Jill a shove that sent her sprawling on top of his wife.
Francine realized what he was up to, and a sick thrill of anticipation coursed through her guts. She couldn't move. Jill was on top of her. Then the idea caught fire in her as she thought how happy it would make him if she let Jill suck her cunt. He'd talked about this before, and he'd be so damn hot by the time it was over the fuck he'd give her would be worth -it.
Better than that, if would feel fantastic! "Go ahead, lick it," she urged. Jill's heavy tits hung down, pointing at the floor like bombs to a target.
"Yeah," John added. "Suck that pretty cunt. Go on!"
"Make me," Jill rasped, her voice trembling. Pangs of horror and fear cut through her. For Francine and John this was just a game for turning on, but for her it filled a deep inner need.
John pushed her head, but she held out, storms of wet lust sluicing through her pussy. He was really losing patience now. He shoved her face down in Francine's pussy, holding her like he was trying to drown her in it. He didn't let up until he saw her jaw start to work as she darted her tongue in Francine's pussy.
"That's right," John said, leaning over to get a good look at Jill's pink tongue delving into his wife's split. He straightened up, positioning himself. He had some unfinished business to attend to.
Eating out another woman's pussy wasn't something that Jill would do by choice. But she did it now because John made her do it, and because she wanted him to make her. The thought of where her tongue and lips were drove hei mad with disgust and desire, and her aching clit twitched for more attention.
Unexpectedly, she felt him fuck his cock in-to her cunt from behind. Her ass was high in the air, her knees apart, her face buried in Francine's muff. Her lewly stuffed twat burned and stretched to take his cock, Francine couldn't believe how good it felt. She wasn't sure about it at first, but now the woman's wet tongue was sending ripples of fiery ecstasy through her body. Jill didn't have any stubbly beard to scratch her pussy and thighs like John did, and her tongue was somehow softer and more knowing.
"Is that ok, is she sucking you good?" he asked. It wasn't really necessary to ask.
"It's like heaven! Only ... shit, God! My clit, do my clit!"
"You heard the lady. Lick her clit," he ordered, urging her with a couple hard socks of his cock. But the meaty wrapping of her cunt around his rod made his balls coil tighter with each thrust. He couldn't stay in character any more, couldn't play along any longer. All he could do was fuck the hell out of her beautiful cunt.
He slammed into her time and again.
Jill felt the fury of his cunt-pounding as she licked harder in her debased position. The harder he fucked her, the more she liked it. A part of her mind screamed that this was wrong, but she didn't want to think that. She kept on sucking, picking up the pace even as he did.
Her energized tongue fired Francine's over-strained nerves. She was ready to come when John fucked her on the table, and now the pent-up flood gushed out of her cunt and in-undated Jill's darting tongue and sucking lips.
Jill felt the new liquid and raised up onto her arms, knowing that the woman was finally get-ting off. But she wasn't. She rammed back at her friend's husband, welcoming his cunt-splitting cock.
A gusher spewed in her cunt, filled every nook and cranny of her pussy with jism. And then her own come obliterated everything else.
Francine was actually in awe. Every muscle of Jill's face was tightly clenched. The smell of jism and cunt juice was everywhere.
"Jeesus! That was one hell of a fuck session!" Francine panted.
"I guess," John answered. "All I can say is your friend here plays some pretty sexy games. God, the things you were saying, Jill! You really had me going there for a while. I was really getting into it."
John and Francine laughed, and for a second Jill thought they were laughing at her.
She realized again that it was just a game with them. But not for her. She knew she would want it again all too soon.
Jill wanted to turn and beg John to do much worse things to her. She groaned as a thin new sliver of desire sliced through her cunt.
It was a torturing reminder of what Ben had shown her about herself. What she really needed and what she really was.