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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Mike24 Three's Company MF MFF nc
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 5 Jul 1996 20:02:46 GMT



THREE'S COMPANY: ... All Cats Are Gray

By Uncle Mike


     Jack fumbled with his packages, juggling them from arm 
to arm as he searched for his key. He'd put it away just a few 
minutes ago, when he'd left the apartment. Now where was 
it? Ah, there it was, in his jacket. He tugged, but the key ring 
was snagged on something. He pulled again. Oh, great, now his 
hand was caught, too. He reached over with his other hand -- 
and remembered, just a split second too late, that he was 
juggling four packages his roommate Chrissy had wanted him 
to mail and a bag with two skirts his other roommate, Janet, 
had given him to drop off at the cleaner's. The whole pile fell 
to the floor and the bag with the skirts flew open, sending 
them flying down the stairs. Jack turned just  in time to see 
a bright red skirt land right on the face of Mr. Furley, their 
landlord.

     Furley, a skinny, wheezy-voiced old man, flung the skirt 
away and looked up. When he saw Jack, his face contorted 
even more. "Can't you keep your laundry out of other people's 
faces?" he demanded. Jack started to reply, then caught 
himself. "Well, it's tougher when you have to keep two 
separate supplies," he lisped. Jack and his roommates needed 
each other to afford the apartment, but Furley wouldn't allow 
men and women to room together. To keep up appearances, 
Jack pretended to be gay, at least when Furley was around. He 
skipped down the stairs and retrieved the skirt, shaking his 
behind in Furley's face, which grew redder by the second. 
Furley stood there a minute, then turned around and walked 
away, mumbling to himself.

     Jack gather up all his packages -- remembering to get his 
key out first -- and walked back to the apartment door. He 
was mumbling a little, too. He'd walked all the way to his car 
and even driven a few blocks before he'd remembered that the 
whole purpose of the trip in the first place was to get some 
gas, and he'd forgotten his wallet. Then he had to take the 
packages up because the passenger door's lock was broken 
and he knew Janet would kill him if someone stole her skirts 
and, well, the day just wasn't going well.

     As he was thinking all that, he fit the key in the lock and 
pushed open the door. He put the packages down on a nearby 
table and was about to call out to Janet when he heard her 
shouting from the bedroom: "No, no, no! Don't ..."

     Jack didn't wait to hear any more. He ran across the room 
and launched himself full-tilt at the bedroom door. 
Unfortunately it had already been slightly ajar and his 
momentum carried him through the door, across the bedroom 
and right onto the bed -- on top of a very naked Janet, who 
was sitting on top of a guy whose pants were down around 
his ankles. The memory of Janet's shout still strong, Jack 
quickly bounced up and pushed her aside. He grabbed the other 
man, yanking him off the bed. Jack stepped back and reared 
back to punch when he looked up ... and kept looking up ... Geez, 
this guy was huge. He was easily six inches taller than Jack, 
and he had muscles where Jack didn't even have skin. Jack 
pulled back, and spoke. "You..." he stopped; his voice had come 
out as more of a squeak. He took a breath, and this time he 
spoke in a deep voice that he hoped sounded more macho. "You 
better get out, mister. And stay out!"

     The guy was steaming mad. He didn't look like he had any 
intention of leaving. He took a step toward Jack, measuring 
his first punch ... and fell flat on his face, his legs tangled up 
in his pants. After a few seconds, the guy came to, and saw 
Jack standing over him. "Yeah, " Jack said, "and there's more 
where that came from, if you don't get out of here right now!" 
The other man shook himself, grabbed up his pants, and 
stumbled out with Jack right behind him, watching to make 
sure the guy left the apartment. Then Jack locked the door -- 
and put on the deadbolt, too, just to make sure.

     "Jack!" He jumped, startled, and turned around. Oh, it was 
only Janet.

     But, it was Janet like he'd never seen her before. 
Absolutely stark naked, except for a pair of stiletto-heeled 
black pumps. His eyes moved up from the pumps, up a 
fantastic pair of legs, to the swell of her hips, a thick, bushy 
black patch of hair (he paused a bit there), then up past a 
firm, smooth stomach to a set of cassaba-melon-sized tits, 
round ones with big brown circles and nipples as thick as 
pencils. And up to her face, framed in a halo of curly black 
hair, a curving chin, pouty full lips ... Lips that were saying 
something. What was it? Jack shook himself and listened.

     "... do you think you get off storming in on me? Or is that 
how you DO get off?" Her tits bounced as she spoke, and Jack 
was getting hypnotized watching her nipples go up and down. 
Then she crossed her hands across her chest, breaking the 
spell. He looked up at her face again. Her lips were drawn 
thin.

     "Well," she said. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

     "I, uh, I, uh, gee, Janet, you really have a great pair of -- I 
mean -- he, that guy, he was, wasn't he?"

     "He was what?"

     "Raping you. Wasn't he?"

     "Raping me? You idiot! He wasn't raping me! Didn't you 
happen to notice I was totally nude? I..."

     "Well, sure, Janet," Jack broke in. "I can see -- could see, 
that you're naked. I noticed that, yeah."

     "Well, then why in the heck would you think I was getting 
raped? That guy was my date! He was the best hunk I've had in 
months -- or he would have been, if you'd given me a chance 
to have him! What kind of rapist gets invited into my 
bedroom? What kind of rapist has me fold all my clothes up 
neatly and put them on the dresser? What kind of rapist has 
me on top?"

     "But, Janet, I heard you!"

     "You heard me? What did you hear?"

     "I heard you saying 'no, no, don't!'"

     "I was saying 'no, don't cum,' Jack. The guy was gonna cum 
and I wasn't done yet. That's the problem with younger guys: 
they're strong but they're too damn fast."

     Jack blushed. "I'm sorry, Janet," he stammered out. "I 
didn't -- you were -- uh, I gotta go."

     Janet reached out and grabbed his arm. "Not so fast," she 
said, tugging him toward the bedroom. "That stud got me good 
and horny, and I'm not gonna spend another morning frigging 
myself if I don't have to. Come on."

     Jack was stunned. Ever since he and the girls had been 
together he'd waited for a moment like this, but he'd always 
figured he'd be the aggressive one. He didn't know quite what 
to do.

     But that was OK, because Janet seemed to know. She 
pulled Jack over to the bed and quickly stripped off his 
pullover shirt, then undid his belt and zipper and slipped his 
pants down, pulling his briefs down with them. His cock 
sprung free and wiggled in front of her face, rock hard and 
sticking straight out. She eyed it for a second, but then said 
"Oh, no, I'm not gonna make this mistake again." 

     Damn, Jack thought, we're not gonna do it after all. But 
Janet wasn't quitting; she just reached down and tugged on 
his pants. "Come on," she said, "step out of them. I'm not 
gonna have you get knocked out just when I need you." She 
tossed aside the slacks and yanked off his shoes and socks. 
"Ah, now where was I?"

     Jack stared down in amazement as she pursed her lips and 
slipped them over his swollen cockhead. She was really 
squeezing; it was like an incredibly tight pussy. The girl he 
thought was frigid was an expert cocksucker. Slowly she 
bobbed her head back and forth, each time taking a little bit 
more of his eight inches down her throat. Her hands were 
clenching his butt, pushing him into her face. He felt his cock 
hit the back of her throat; he'd never felt anything so good. 
Every time she pulled back, she kept her lips squeezed tight 
around his shaft, then slowly pulled back a bit more and let 
the head pop out before plunging back down on it.

     He reached down and grabbed a tit in each hand. He'd never 
thought of Janet as particularly well-endowed, but these 
were more than a handful each. And just the right feel, too, 
he thought, firm but not hard. He rubbed the nipples between 
his thumbs and forefingers, feeling the warmth of her body.

     Janet kept sucking his cock, stopping every now and then 
to lick up and down the bottom of the shaft and take one of 
his balls into her mouth. When Jack began to groan, she 
picked up the tempo. With her right hand she encircled the 
base of his shaft and began stroking the shaft while her lips 
moved back and forth on the head and her tongue flicked at 
the very tip. Jack didn't want to stop but he couldn't hold 
back any more. With a loud, primal shout he let loose a flood 
of cum, boiling out of his balls. Janet swallowed the first 
load and then pulled back, letting the rest of the cum splatter 
all over her face and tits. 

     Just looking down at her cum-smeared face was enough to 
get Jack hard again, but Janet saw the look in his face and 
shook her head. A little bead of gooey spunk on the tip of her 
nose flew off.

     "Not so fast, buddy," she said. "We've got other things to 
do."

     She slid back on the bed, her tits flattening out as they 
slid to the sides. She looked at Jack between her twin 
mountains and pointed a finger at her pussy. "Eat at the Y, 
Jack," she ordered.

     Jack was happy to oblige. He began kissing the insides of 
her thighs, soft butterfly kisses up and down until 
goosebumps rose all over her. Then he began to gently caress 
her whole crotch, running his hands back and forth while he 
licked her smooth, taut belly. As her knees rose up to trap 
him, he pushed forward, nuzzling her tits like they were ice 
cream. He licked each one from base to nipple in a spiral, 
then took the whole aureole into his mouth and sucked while 
his tongue flicked back and forth. Janet pushed him back 
down. "I said eat me, dammit," she hissed.

     Jack plunged his tongue into her all at once. Her back 
arched up. "Yeah! Yeah, that's it! Stick that tongue in me!" He 
licked and sucked away, each hand grabbing one of her butt 
cheeks to press her closer to him. She swayed back and forth, 
grabbing a pillow and yanking it over her head to smother her 
screams. Jack snuck one hand back to her asshole and slipped 
a finger in just as he shoved his tongue all the way into her 
cunt. Janet threw the pillow across the room and let out a 
bellow. "Yeah, baby! Yeah! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna... I'm... 
Aieeeeee!" Jack held on tightly as her ass shook with waves 
of grinding contractions before she finally shuddered to a 
stop.

     Before she could catch her breath, he leaped forward and 
shoved his cock into her red, swollen pussy. He fucked her 
like a piston, slamming in and out, her pussy fluids flying out 
with every jab. She started to protest, but he covered her 
mouth with his. With one arm holding him up, he used the 
other hand to maul her tits, smearing her sweat over them. 
They began to bounce up and down, flying off the bed before 
he'd impale her to it with a downward thrust. He broke their 
kiss to let out a loud shout of passion, his cries mixing with 
Janet's breathless urgings. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Oooh, I 
want it all! Deeper! Deeper!" 

     Finally Jack could hold back no longer. He shot his wad 
deep into her cunt and collapsed atop her. She humped back 
frantically, still moments from orgasm. At last she pushed 
him off and jammed three fingers into her pussy, in and out 
until she shook all over and fell back.

   ===   ===   ===   ===

     After that day, Jack's relationship with Janet changed in 
marvelous ways. Before, he had always been the pursuer, 
trying to steal a kiss. Now, she was at least as aggressive, 
and it wasn't kisses she was after. They fucked in every room 
of the apartment, on every piece of furniture. Whenever they 
were watching TV together and their roommate, Chrissy, 
went to the bathroom, Jack would dive over to jam a couple 
of fingers into Janet's pussy while she whipped out his cock 
and bent down to suck on it.  Jack asked Janet once whether 
she thought they should let Chrissy in on their lovemaking -- 
it was her apartment, too, after all, didn't she have a right to 
know what was going on? "Who, Chrissy 'Pure as the driven' 
Snow? No way," Janet said.  "A minister's daughter? She'd 
have a shit fit." When Jack was making dinner, Janet would 
volunteer to help, going into the kitchen and jacking him off 
underneath his apron while he stirred and chopped. He almost 
lost a couple of fingers that way, once.

     They fucked missionary style, with Janet on top, on a 
chair, doggie style, standing up in the shower, they did 69s, 
they even tried swinging from the light in the bedroom but it 
was no chandelier and Janet almost burned her butt.

     The only thing they didn't do, despite all of Jack's begging, 
was up the ass. Janet refused to let Jack put his cock 
anywhere near her butthole. In fact, she was still a little 
peeved about the way he'd snuck a finger in there the first 
time he sucked her. Although she still let him do that from 
time to time, she said she drew the line at cocks.

     Jack figured he could live with that, as long as he could 
stick his cock anywhere else he wanted, just about anytime. 
He was so hot for Janet that he got a hard-on just looking at 
her. She didn't help matters by rubbing up against him 
whenever Chrissy wasn't looking. A couple of times Chrissy 
looked at Jack funny when he curled up into a ball on the 
couch to hide the tentpole in his trousers, but mostly she 
seemed oblivious to what was going on.

   ===   ===   ===   ===



     Then came one night in late August. Some friends of theirs 
in the apartment building next door had invited Jack and the 
girls over for a pool party. Janet and Chrissy had already 
changed into almost identical white bikinis. The only 
difference was that Chrissy's small top barely contained her 
huge tits; they looked ready to pop free at any second. Janet, 
although she was the smaller of the two, had a bigger top 
that seemed to make her tits disappear. Jack knew better, of 
course.

     Watching the girls walk around the apartment almost 
naked, their butts wiggling as they gathered up stuff for the 
party, gave Jack his usual hard-on -- even harder to conceal 
than usual, given his skimpy Speedo suit. He walked around 
with a bag of potato chips clutched in front of him, trying to 
avoid Chrissy's gaze. Life with the two women was great 
anytime, but now -- he snuck another peek at Chrissy's long 
legs, her curvy body, those tits, that long mane of blond hair. 
And Janet -- just looking at her dark curls bouncing made 
him think of the sight of her squatting on his cock, bouncing 
up and down like a kid on a trampoline.

     He caught a look in her eye and knew she was thinking 
about the same kind of thing. It wasn't hard to figure out; she 
was almost always thinking about that kind of thing. Jack 
suggested that Chrissy go on ahead to the party while he and 
Janet whipped up something else for a snack.

     "What, Jack?" Chrissy wanted to know. "We've already got 
a whole picnic basket full. Here, give me those chips."

     "No!" he flipped them out of her reach. "We have to make... 
uh ... What were we gonna make, Janet?"

     Janet looked at him sharply. "Uh, we were gonna make..."

     "Pizza," Jack shot out.

     "Tacos," Janet shouted at the same instant.

     "That's right, tacos," Jack quickly added.

     "Yeah, pizza," Janet said as well.

     Chrissy looked at them blankly.

     "Uh, we're gonna make pizza tacos," Jack said. "With 
pepperoni."

     "Oh, OK," Chrissy said. "But no anchovies, huh?"

     As soon as she was gone, Jack grabbed Janet and they 
locked in a deep kiss. "Wait," she said, breaking away. "We 
have to get something cooking."

     "I'm cooking, baby," Jack cooed. "With gas."

     "No, Jack, come on. Let's just put something in the oven so 
we don't show up at the party empty-handed. We can think up 
an explanation for Chrissy about why we didn't bring 'pizza 
tacos' later." 

     Grumbling, Jack went into the kitchen. After some frantic 
slamming of doors and banging of drawers, he found enough 
stuff to put together a simple casserole. He threw everything 
into the oven and set it for 30 minutes at 350 degrees. "That 
ought to be enough time," he said to himself. "And I ought to 
get hotter than that."

     He rushed back to the living room and leaped onto the 
couch where Janet was sitting. Their tongues met in a 
passionate kiss and he began to slip a hand down her bikini 
bottom when the lights went out. "Wow, Jack," Janet said. "I 
knew you could kiss, but now you've blinded me!" Jack got up 
abruptly. "Hey, where are you going?" she wailed. "I was only 
kidding. Come on. We don't need lights. What we're gonna do, 
we can do just as well in the dark. I think you know how to 
find your way around my pussy by now."

     "Yeah, but my casserole will be a disaster," Jack said. His 
desire to be a chef sometimes came out at the oddest 
moments. "Look, I think I can save this thing if I take the 
croutons and the onions out until the power comes back. And 
see if you can find a flashlight or something. Those damn 
croutons are small. Try the bedroom -- I think I saw one in 
there the last time I was cleaning. It must be around 
somewhere."

     Almost as soon as he swung into the kitchen, the front 
door opened and Janet saw a familiar silhouette. "Chrissy! 
What are you doing back here?"

     "It's a little chilly around the pool," Chrissy explained. "I 
thought I'd pick up a shawl. Hey, why are the lights out in 
here?"

     "The power went out, Chrissy.  Come on, help me find a 
flashlight. Jack said there might be one in our bedroom."

     "Can't we look in the living room first?"

     "Why, Chrissy? I'm sure we didn't leave one here."

     "No, but the light's better here -- I can leave the door 
open, see?"

     Janet stared at her roommate, silhouetted in the bright 
glow of the hall light. "Chrissy," she said slowly, "the light's 
still on in the hallway."

     "Well, duh, of course it is. If the light wasn't on, you 
couldn't see to walk around out there at night. Gee, and they 
say I'm dumb."

     "But, Chrissy, if the light's still on out there -- it must 
just be one of the fuses again. Darn that cheap old Mr. Furley. 
Look, I'll go down to the basement and see if that's what it is. 
I might still need that flashlight, so you go look. In the 
bedroom, Chrissy."

     Janet left to check on the fuse box and Chrissy 
disappeared into the bedroom just as Jack was coming out of 
the kitchen, a lighted candle in his hand. "I took care of it, 
Janet," he called out softly. "Janet? Janet?" He looked around 
the room, scaring himself once when he saw his own 
flickering reflection in a mirror. Then he noticed the bedroom 
door ajar and remembered about the flashlight.

     As he walked into the bedroom, he looked around but 
couldn't see Janet there, either. He was about to call out 
when he felt something touch his foot. He looked down. 
Sticking out from underneath Janet's bed were a beautiful set 
of legs that led up to a white bikini bottom. Jack didn't have 
to think twice. He puffed out the candle (murmuring 
something about burning at both ends) and put it down.

     Wiggling out of his Speedo, he dropped to his knees and 
pulled the bikini bottom off. He took a leg in each hand and 
pulled back just enough to put his cock at the entrance to the 
puckered hole between two perfectly round butt cheeks. He 
yanked open the top drawer of Janet's nightstand and pulled 
out the jar of Vaseline he knew she kept there, slathering 
some over his stiff cock and then using a finger to spread 
some over the asshole and inside.

     Slowly, he began to ease his prick head into the target. It 
was a very tight squeeze, and the way the butt was wriggling 
around didn't help. He spanked it several times. "Calm down, 
dammit," he said. "I've wanted this for too long and I'm gonna 
get it. Christ, you've given me everything else." Grasping her 
hips, he pushed harder. The tight ring gave way and he began 
to slide inside. Finally he was all the way in, and he began to 
move his hips back and forth.  He heard some muffled moaning 
from under the bed, but he wasn't going to stop now. In and 
out, he took long strokes. He reached around underneath and 
shoved a finger into her twat, too, twiddling her clit. He was 
just about building up steam for an orgasm when the room 
was suddenly flooded with light.

     "Jack!" Janet was in the doorway, staring down at him. 
Jack stared back at her, then down at the ass impaled on his 
cock, then back at her. With a twist, the girl under the bed 
slipped off his dick and he fell back against the other bed. He 
suddenly realized the body beginning to slip out from under 
the bed was longer than he'd thought.

     "Chrissy!" Jack stared as she emerged from the bed. It was 
a tight squeeze, and as she popped loose her bikini top was 
pulled off. She jumped to her feet and turned to face him, her 
tits swaying. 

     "Jack!" Chrissy stared at him, his rigid cock still standing 
straight up in his lap. 

     He looked at her more closely. He'd never seen Chrissy's 
tits before, not really. She had huge aureoles, three inches 
across and a rich cocoa brown. And her nipples stood out like 
antennae, perched on top of firm tits that didn't sag a bit 
despite their size. Jack's jaw dropped open.

     They posed like that for a few seconds before Janet broke 
the spell.

     "Oh, go on and fuck her, Jack. You've already had her ass, 
you might as well take her cunt."

     Before Chrissy quite knew what was happening, Janet 
pushed her back onto the bed and, ripping off her own bikini, 
straddled her roommate's face, shoving her twat into 
Chrissy's mouth and jiggling her hips to urge her roommate 
into action. Jack placed his cock at the entrance to Chrissy's 
pussy, still not quite sure this was all happening. Slowly, he 
began to slip it inside her, but after just a couple of inches 
he could go no further. "Janet, she's a virgin," Jack cried out.

     "Not any more," Janet shouted, leaning over to take hold of 
Jack's ass and slam him into Chrissy's cunt. Underneath her, 
Chrissy opened her mouth to scream, but that only allowed 
Janet to wiggle her pussy lips against Chrissy's tongue. 
Meanwhile, Jack was beginning to grind away at the other 
end, developing a steady rhythm with his jackhammer cock 
while he squeezed and rubbed Chrissy's breasts. In no time at 
all, he felt Chrissy moving in response, her hips keeping time 
with his pumping. Chrissy's hands closed around Janet's tits 
and she massaged them while she licked and sucked away at 
the pussy in her face.

     Jack was the first to cum, shooting a heavy load into 
Chrissy and still spurting when he pulled out seconds later. 
As soon as his cock was out, Janet leaned over and buried her 
face in Chrissy's crotch, licking off Jack's cum before 
sucking away at the sodden cunt. Jack fell back against the 
other bed again, gazing in dumbstruck amazement at his two 
roommates locked in a passionate 69. They went on like that 
for several minutes before both women shuddered and rocked 
and humped in a orgasmic frenzy that went on and on.

     Later on, after they'd all hit the showers, where Chrissy 
had sucked Jack's cock and Janet had finally given him her 
ass, the three roommates sat on the couch in the living room 
nibbling at Jack's casserole, which had survived the blown 
fuse quite nicely.

     "I guess living together will be a lot more fun from now 
on," Jack said.

     "Yeah, no more secrets," Janet said.

     "Uh, I've got a question, you guys," Chrissy broke in. "Do 
you think it would be all right if, you know, sometime, we did 
this again?"

     Jack and Janet glanced at each other and broke out 
laughing. "Of course, Chrissy," Janet said. "What did you think 
we were going to do?"

     "Well, I just didn't want to get in the way," the blonde 
answered. "You know, like they say, 'two's company, three's a 
crowd.'"

     "Don't worry, Chrissy," Jack said through his laughter. "In 
this case, I think three's company too."


