Jill's hand was shaking as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She sat down and tucked her feet up under her on the chair. She hadn't realized how cold it was out there in the early morning air, scrunched down under Bobbie Jean's window.
She blushed guiltily. Then she wondered what they called ladies who were Peeping Toms. She just didn't know what had gotten into her, peeking at Bobbie Jean and Stan like that. It was utterly disgraceful.
Then she thought of what she had done while she was peeking and she blushed even deeper. Playing with her own pussy, right out in the daylight like that. She didn't even want to imagine what would have happened if Bobbie Jean and Stan had seen her, squatting there under their window with one finger in her asshole and her other hand rubbing her clit.
Suddenly Jill trembled violently. It wasn't from the cold this time though. It was from the horny twitching of her still-throbbing clit. Just remembering what Stan's thick cock had looked like, plunging into Bobbie Jean's squeezing asshole, made her so horny that she could hardly stand it.
"Ooooooh damn!" she groaned, wildly tempted to finish herself off right there at the kitchen table. She lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, trying to force her mind on other things. It seemed like her pussy had the upper hand though. She couldn't get the image of Bobbie Jean and Stan doing those wild, kinky things out of her mind.
"Shit!" she groaned again and she stubbed her fresh cigarette out in the ashtray. She was just going to have to do something before she went out and raped the newspaper boy.
Jill's hand had just touched her quivering clit when she heard a knock at the door. She jumped up as if she'd been shot and pulled her robe tightly around her body. Then she opened the door.
"How about some coffee?" Bobbie Jean asked gaily, heading toward the kitchen. Her face was flushed from her amorous exercise.
"Uh… sure! Of course! It's right there in the pot. Help yourself. Then's cream and sugar on the counter…"
She stopped suddenly, an image of Bobbie Jean's round, full asscheeks quivering vividly in her mind. Then she rushed right on, aware that she was babbling, but unable to stop.
"It sure is cold this morning, isn't it? I mean, it usually isn't this cold in September. Why, did you know that there was frost on the ground when I went out this morning?"
Bobbie Jean didn't seem to notice her abrupt silence. She just finished pouring the coffee and pulled out a chair.
"You were out already this morning?" she asked casually, noticing Jill's robe.
"Uh… yes! I just went out… for a breath of fresh air! That's it! I just needed some fresh air! You know how stuffy it gets in a house overnight!"
Bobbie Jean frowned. Jill was certainly acting funny this morning. She was babbling away like she was trying to cover up something. Bobbie Jean's curiosity mounted. Jill was her best friend. They told each other their troubles. It was different this morning though. Bobbie Jean got the distinct impression that she was making Jill awfully nervous. She decided to just get it out in the open and ask her what was the matter.
"What's wrong with you this morning, Jill?" she asked. "You're as nervous as a cat. Is something wrong?"
Jill's face turned bright red. If Bobbie Jean hadn't been her best friend, she could have lied and said that she wasn't feeling well or something like that. She just couldn't bring herself to lie to Bobbie Jean though. She just nodded her head miserably.
Bobbie Jean sat back and relaxed. She was sure that Jill's problem wasn't anything too serious. She had probably had a fight with Larry or something like that. She settled herself down for a long heart-to-heart talk.
"Why don't you just tell me all about it," she said soothingly. "I'm sure it's not as bad as all that! Come on, what's the matter?"
"Well…" Jill hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. Then she gave up and blurted it all out.
"It all started with that damn book," she wailed. "I've been thinking about it over since you brought it over. It's been making me so horny that I don't know what to do anymore. Then, last night Larry and I went to bed and he just climbed on top and fucked me in such a hurry that I didn't get to come or anything and so this morning I came over to your house to talk to you about it and…" Her voice trailed off into silence. She looked down at the top of the table and blushed fiercely.
It took Bobbie Jean a moment to take it all in. The full impact of Jill's words bit so and she let out a howl of laughter.
"Oh, Jesus!" she gasped, giggling uncontrollably. "You must have caught Stan and I ass-fucking! Oh my God! I bet that really put your innocent little mind in a quandary!"
She started gigging again, so hard that she had to stop talking. She laughed and laughed, thinking of poor innocent Jill watching the whole sexy thing.
Jill froze at the first burst of Bobbie Jean's laughter. Then she heaved a deep sigh of relief. Bobbie Jean wasn't mad at her. She thought it was funny!
Bobbie Jean sat up and wiped her eyes. She managed to stop laughing and blow her nose. Then she reached out and patted Jill's hand.
"You should have said something," she giggled. "If we'd known you were out there we would have invited you in to watch. No wonder you said it was cold out this morning!"
"I… I practically froze my feet!" Jill sputtered. "It certainly is more exciting to watch it live than it is to look at those pictures though!"
"Next time knock at the door," Bobbie Jean howled. "We'll pop some popcorn and set up a chair in the bedroom!"
Jill turned suddenly serious. "Does… does it hurt when Stan does that?" she asked timidly. "I mean… when he puts it in like that?"
"Oh! You mean when he shoved it up my ass?" Bobbie Jean asked.
Jill nodded. She couldn't quite bring herself to say it the way Bobbie Jean had.
"Well… it felt kind of strange the first time he did it," Bobbie Jean answered. "I was a little scared and I didn't relax and let him in. He had to use Vaseline to get it all slippery so it would go in easier. It sure feels good though! When you come that way it's really fantastic! It feels like your whole body comes, not just your pussy!"
Bobbie Jean's eyes lit up. "Hey!" she suggested. "If you want to try it, why don't you get some Vaseline and ask Larry to do it to you. You may just love it. Stan says that it's a lot tighter than my pussy and hotter too. It's his favorite way to fuck," she chuckled happily. "Stan called it fucking my second pussy and all I have to do to get him hot is to mention it."
Jill's face fell. Then she scowled angrily, "Larry would never do it! He's just not the type to try something new. All he ever wants to do is to climb on top and hump for a couple of seconds. He's so uptight he even wears pajama to bed!"
Bobbie Jean laughed explosively. "You sound positively fierce," she chuckled. "Could it be my little neighbor is getting liberated faster than her husband?"
Jill grinned. "I… guess so she agreed. At least I'm willing to try some of those things they show in the book. The only trouble is, if I suggest it, Larry will ask where I got all the ideas and he'll be mad. He wants everything to be his idea. He even gets mad if I touch his cock without him asking me to!"
"God!" Bobbie Jean frowned. "You mean he gets mad at you for even reading some X-rated book looking at pictures?"
"He won't even take me to an X-rated movie," she wailed. "Right after we were married I told him I wanted go to a sexy movie and he blew his stack. He told me that nice wives didn't need to see all that garbage!"
Bobbie Jean looked thoughtful. "Could you try getting him so horny that he forgets you're supposed to be a nice wife?" she asked.
"It doesn't work," Jill said. Her lower lip was trembling. She looked like she might burst into tears any minute. "I tried that last night, but if I get Larry that horny he comes right away and I still don't get to try out all those kinky things."
"I just don't know what you can do," Bobbie Jean finally admitted. "The only other thing I can think of is to tell him to do what you want or you'll leave him."
"Oh, no! I just couldn't do that!" Jill gasped. "I don't want to leave Larry. He's a good husband every place but in bed. It's just I'm getting so frustrated that I'm afraid I'll go out on him and that'll break us up for sure."
"Only if he doesn't go out on you," Bobbie Jean said, grinning. "The best thing that could happen to you would be if Larry had an affair. Then you could go out and find another man without feeling bad and he couldn't say a thing!"
Jill nodded her head in agreement. "I guess that's true," she admitted. "But the chances of Larry ever having an affair are a million to one. I don't think he's got the guts to do it!"
Bobbie Jean nodded. It sounded as if Jill was right. A man who wouldn't take his wife to a sexy movie and wore pajamas to bed three-hundred-sixty-five days a year didn't seem like the type to go out skirt-chasing.
"Well, let's think about something more pleasant," she suggested. "Did watching Stan and I this morning make you horny?"
Jill blushed again. She wasn't quite as embarrassed as she had been earlier though. "Y-y-yes," she blurted out.
"Well, what did you do about it?"
Jill began chuckling. Somehow she didn't mind telling Bobbie Jean about it. "I played with myself outside your window," she admitted.
"Great! Did you come?"
"No. You finished before I did and I was afraid you were going to open the window or something so I came on home."
"You mean you're still horny?" Bobbie Jean wanted to know.
"Oh, yes," Jill sighed. "After I came home I kept thinking about you and Stan and I couldn't get it out of my mind. I was all ready to… well, you know, do it when you knocked on the door."
Bobbie Jean giggled. "You got caught with your finger in your pussy, huh?"
Jill blushed and nodded.
"Well, let's take care of that little problem right now," Bobbie Jean said, puffing down her coffee cup and getting up. "Come on over to my house and I'll show you the perfect way to do it."
Jill froze. Her legs started trembling under the table. She didn't really think that she ought to go but her horny pussy seemed to have other ideas. It jerked and creamed heavily. Her clit stuck straight up and throbbed, demanding some relief. Bobbie Jean had been awfully helpful and she wasn't nearly so embarrassed as she had been before.
"Come on," Bobbie Jean urged, her hand on the doorknob. "I owe you something for making you horny."
Jill got up shakily. She followed Bobbie Jean across the lawn. Her mind was whirling and her pussy was throbbing. What else could she do? She was so horny, she had to do something!
Bobbie Jean led her straight to the bedroom. "Take off your robe," she urged. "I'll be right back."
Jill shuddered as the bathroom door closed behind Bobbie Jean. She had an impulse to run right back to her own house and lock the door. She had no idea what she was expected to do. She sat on the edge of the bed and fought the impulse to leave until Bobbie Jean came out of the bathroom. Then she gasped as she saw Bobbie Jean was nude. She should have expected it of course, but somehow she hadn't even imagined Bobbie Jean without any clothes on.
Bobbie Jean looked at her and started giggling. "You look like a poor lamb being led to the slaughter," she chuckled. "Come on Jill. Don't get all prim and proper on me. We're going to have fun, remember? Now you want to take care of that horny pussy of yours, don't you?"
Jill nodded. She managed to smile up at Bobbie Jean. After all, Bobbie Jean was her best friend and she had made up her mind to try new and exciting things. This was no time to back out. She might just as well try it and make the best of things.
She opened the belt on her robe and shrugged out of the sleeves. Then she slipped out of her nightgown and stretched out on the bed. She looked up at Bobbie Jean and realized that she had a beautiful body.
"You… You're really beautiful without any clothes on, Bobbie Jean," she gulped. "I can see why Stan stays home at night instead of going out with the guys."
Bobbie Jean chuckled. "You're not bad yourself. As a matter of fact, you're a real knockout!"
She reached out and touched Jill's erect nipple. "My God! It's hard to believe your tits are real!" she exclaimed. "I'll bet Larry goes ape over them!"
"No… he hardly seems to notice," Jill admitted. She was beginning to relax a bit.
"Does he ever suck them?" Bobbie Jean asked, watching Jill's face closely.
"No… he just grabs them and squeezes and plays with my nipples. He's never sucked them."
Her face turned a bright red. "I wish he would, though. I'd like to know what it felt like."
"Well, that's easy," Bobbie Jean said. "It feels like this."
She lowered her head quickly to Jill's huge tits. She sucked one nipple into her mouth and tongued it lovingly.
Jill's head snapped back like it was jolted. She gasped loudly. She had never felt anything like it in her whole life. Bobbie Jean's mouth was so hot and wet. She pushed forward to force more of her quivering mound into Bobbie Jean's wonderful mouth.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned. "Oooooooooh!"
Bobbie Jean ran her tongue around Jill's hard, plump nipple. She sucked in as much of Jill's satiny-smooth tit as she could and mouthed it wetly.
Jill moaned again and a long shudder rippled through her body. It was fantastic! She would have to figure out some way to get Larry to suck her tits. She just never dreamed that it would feel so wonderful.
"Oh, Bobbie Jean," she begged. "Do the other one! Pleeeease! Do the other one!"
Bobbie Jean chuckled and let Jill's nipple pop out of her mouth. Then she sucked her other tit in and gave it the same wonderful sensations. She sucked and licked until Jill was practically climbing the wall with passion.
Jill trembled and moaned in ecstasy. She would have been content to let Bobbie Jean suck her nipples all morning but her mouth was moving lower.
She shuddered again as Bobbie Jean's hot soft lips traveled over her tummy and down even farther to the very edge of her silky golden muff. She let Bobbie Jean spread her tightly clamped thighs and she moaned as her soft, warm fingers spread apart her puffy pink cuntlips.
"Oh, Bobbie Jean! Oooooooh!"
Bobbie Jean's fingers were working busily now, spreading out her hot pussylips and arranging them so that her trembling clit was fully exposed.
Then she felt Bobbie Jean's hot breath on her clit and she squealed hoarsely.
"Oh, yes! Do it, Bobbie Jean! Lick my clit! Suck my pussy!"
Jill heard herself saying words she had never said before. She knew that she was being lewd and lusty and she didn't care anymore about being prim and proper. All she cared about was Bobbie Jean's lips and tongue and their slow descent to her quivering clit.
"Oh, please!" she gasped. "Please lick me Bobbie Jean! Please suck my hot clit! Pleeeeeease!"
Bobbie Jean didn't need any urging. Her lips clamped tightly over Jill's sweet little love button and she sucked it into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue and lips.
Jill squealed hoarsely. She felt like a hot wire had touched her clit. It sent shudders of joy rippling through her whole body. Her pussy gushed blast after blast of creamy cuntjuice, soaking Bobbie Jean's face. Her face contorted into a grimace of passion. She pushed Bobbie Jean's face right into the steaming maw of her pussy and held it there desperately.
Bobbie Jean would have laughed if she hadn't been so busy sucking and licking Jill's sweet pussy. Somehow she had known that it would be like this if she could only get Jill to take the first step. Jill was acting like a warm, lusty woman at last and Bobbie Jean had made her that way. She felt her creamy pussyjuice flooding out and she lapped it up eagerly. So sweet… and so hot. She was proud of herself for making Jill this hot. Now all she had to do was to give her the best come of her life and Jill would be available to her whenever she wanted.
Bobbie Jean licked furiously. She could tell that Jill was getting close. Her whole body was shaking and her pussy was flooding hotly. Her little hands were shoving down on the back of Bobbie Jean's head and her pussyhole was spasming wildly.
"Ooooooooh!" she moaned. "Oh, eat me! Make me come!"
Bobbie Jean scraped across Jill's inflamed clit with her teeth, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to give her a lusty jolting thrill.
"Yes! Oooooooh yes! Do it just a little harder, Bobbie Jean! Please! Just a little bit more! Oh! I'm almost ready to come! Ooooooooooh! Ooooooooooh!" Jill moaned.
Jill's pussy jerked upward, toward her face. Her legs spread wider and her body shook wildly. Her heels dug into the mattress and held her up like a tightly-strung bow. She was right there, right at the peak. Just a little more, just a tiny bit more of Bobbie Jean's hot, wet tongue…
"Aaaaaaaagh! Aaaaaaaagh! Aaaaaaagh!"
Jill's horny cries of joy reverberated around the room as she came in a blinding flash of passion. Her pussy gushed and throbbed. Her head tossed wildly on the pillow. Her hands pressed Bobbie Jean's face into her spasming cunt so tightly that Bobbie Jean almost drowned in her hot cuntjuices. It was the longest, hardest, wildest climax she had ever had. It was the kind of come she had dreamed of, the kind that she thought she'd never experience.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped breathlessly when it was all over. "Oh, my God, Bobbie Jean! I never knew it would be like that! Oooooooh! If I'd known it would be that fantastic, I never would have waited this long!"
Bobbie Jean sat up and wiped Jill's sweet cream off her face. "I kind of figured you'd like it," she said, giggling proudly. "Let's go have a cup of coffee and I'll tell you about all sorts of fun things we can do next."