Giving the three hot cocks a last longing look, Janet crept back out of the room, tripping over two empty beer cans on the way out. Shit! If she'd waited up for them to get home they'd all probably be fucking her right now. But then, maybe not. They might have been dead drunk when they got home and worthless as fuckers.

Let them freeze, Janet thought as she stood out in the hallway, her arms wrapped around herself. It would serve them right if they all came down with colds. She imagined the warming alcohol finally bubbling out of their blood streams and their naked bodies turning as blue as the moonlight that bathed them. She wished it was mid-winter. She'd open their windows and they'd all get frostbite. Maybe their conceited noses would fall off.

Now what? Though her entire body tingled with goosebumps, her pussy throbbed even hotter now that she'd sniffed those three sexy cocks. She looked down the hall toward her own room. Go back to bed and twiddle with her pussy? She wouldn't sleep a wink. Her eye fell on the corner door, the door next to her own. Ben's room. She'd almost forgot he existed.

Janet made a last-second check up and down the street. All clear. She lunged, flew across the street in all her naked glory. Within seconds she was climbing in through Cheryl's bedroom window as quietly as the moonlight. Cheryl was asleep, wrapped up in her quilt, her black hair fanned out over her moonlit pillow. Janet leaned over her and kissed her on her warm lips.

"Mmmmmm," Cheryl murmured, stretching under the quilt. "Timmy, mmmmmm, fuck me."

Damn that Tim! Janet thought. He was probably over here fucking Cheryl while she herself was drifting off to sleep with her horny pussy aching for cock.

"Timmy," Cheryl moaned. "Mmmmm, move that big cock." Cheryl squirmed now under her quilt. Her loins humped up and down in fucking motions.

"Damn it, Cheryl, wake up." Janet said, shaking the writhing girl by the shoulders.