Author: Geonn
Rating: NC17
Pairings: Sam/Jack/Janet
Category: PWP, Humor
Disclaimer: These folks don't belong to me. I stole them from MGM's toybox without asking their mommies for permission. I promise to return them more or less unscathed.
"Carter."
"Hi, Sam."
"Janet," Sam said, surprised. She looked up from her lab table and checked her watch. "Are you still at the base?"
"No, I'm home. I went home hours ago."
"Oh," Sam said, leaning back down to her project. It wasn't unheard of for everyone else at the base to beat Sam to the door. "What's up?"
"Not much," Janet said. Sam knew from experience she was playing with the cord of the phone. They were very likely the last people on Earth to have cords on their phones, but Janet refused to upgrade. "Just sitting here, wishing you were here with me."
"Aw," Sam said, smiling. "Sorry I left you all alone."
"I'm not alone," Janet said.
Sam looked up. "Oh?"
"Mm."
Sam looked around the lab and brought one hand up, under the collar of her jacket. "W-who is with you?" Janet was silent and Sam stood, walking to the door of the lab and peering out. No one. She closed the door, activating the lock. "Janet? Who is there with you?"
"Mm. I'm drinking ice water," Janet said, seemingly incongruous to the conversation. "He just took an ice cube and it's melting in his hand. Did I mention my blouse was unbuttoned?" There was a pause and suddenly Janet said, "OOoh. Ooh, ice water just dripped onto my breast through his fingers. I'm unhooking my bra with my other hand for him, Sam. Don't you wish you could be here?"
Sam sat on the stool in her lab. "Yes," she managed.
"Ooh!" Janet gasped. "His hand is so cold on my breast, Sam. My nipple is so hard..."
Sam unfastened her trousers and leaned against the lab table. She balanced the phone against her shoulder, staring into space as she visualized the scene taking place at Janet's house right that moment. Jack O'Neill, straddling one of Janet's jean-clad thighs, ice-cold hand cupping the brunette's breast. Janet's shirt hanging open, her dark nipples erect and brazenly bared. "What's he doing now?" Sam asked.
"What are you doing now?" Janet teased.
"I'm... my pants are undone."
"Take them off. Now."
Sam stood and her trousers hit the floor. She stepped out of them and sat down again, her hand moving to her boxer shorts and touching her sensitive lips through the cotton. "Tell me what he's doing."
"He made a mess with the ice water," Janet said, her voice scarsely more than a whisper now. "All over my shirt, dripping down to my blue jeans. But he's a good boy, isn't he? Yes, he's my good boy... he's licking it all up right now. His tongue is on my belly right now, Sam."
Sam closed her eyes and slipped her hand into her boxers. "Is his tongue warm?" she breathed.
"After that ice water, it's like fire. His lips, Sam, ooh. Oh, they're so soft."
"I'm touching myself," Sam whispered.
"Ooh, good, baby. Touch that pussy. I want your fingers soaked." She giggled and said, "My boy just groaned."
Sam smiled and spread herself with two fingers. "Is he topless?"
"Yes, baby. He took off his shirt just for me. He knows I love playing with his nipples."
Sam squeezed her eyes shut.
"Do you want to know what we did before I called you, my sweet Sam?"
"Yes." Sam's voice sounded strained to her own ears.
"He wanted to be a good boy, Sam. He wanted to wait for you, wanted it to be the three of us like always. But you know how I get, Sam... how do I get?"
Sam swallowed. "Horny."
"Do you remember the time you came home and found me humping a dildo? Tell me about that day, Sam."
"You were there."
"Tell me or I'll hang up."
Sam angled her head, holding the phone on her shoulder again, as she squeezed her breast with one hand. "I-I... walked in and saw you on the bed. Naked, back arched. There was a... a dildo... in you. A pillow between your knees. Your head was thrown back. You were fucking it so hard, Janet."
"You put it on for me. You wore a dick and fucked me so hard, Samantha." She groaned and said, "When he came over earlier tonight? I gave him a blow job. He's been a good little boy ever since he came in my mouth." There was a pause. "There's still some of him on my lips, Sam. I wish you could kiss me and taste it."
"Me too," Sam admitted. "I have t-two fingers inside of me now. What is he doing?"
"Pulling my pants down. He's kissing my thighs," she said, her voice trembling. Sam pictured Jack's tongue sweeping over Janet's quaking bare thighs, moving closer to her crotch.
"Tell him to pull off your panties. Tear them off."
"Sam wants you to rip off my panties, dear."
Sam heard a faint tearing sound and bit her bottom lip. "Tell him... t-tell him to put his tongue on your clit."
"She wants your tongue on my cli--ooh. Ooh, yes, oh, God... Jack, please..."
"Janet," Sam breathed.
"Both of you saying my name," Janet panted. "God, yes, this..."
"Is his tongue inside of you?"
"Yes."
"Are you humping his face?"
"Uhh... uhhh... ooh, yes..."
Sam leaned back, legs stretched out, phone tight against her ear, hand feverishly working under her boxer shorts. Her fingers tented the material as they thrusted, spreading her lips farther apart. She brushed the heel of her hand against her clit and whispered, "Janet, I'm going to come."
"Come, please, come," Janet begged, tears in her voice.
"Is Jack coming?"
"He's close, Sam. He's throbbing. He's so big."
"Do you want him inside of you?" Sam panted.
"Oh, yes. Oh, please, Sam, let Jack fuck me... I know you're not here, but--"
"Do it," Sam breathed, eyes closed, brow furrowed. "Do it. Forget our rules, Janet, just let him fuck you."
"God, she said yes," Janet said. "Oh, God. Oh, God, he's pulling me down. Ahh-oooh, Sam, he's... SAM! SAMANTHA!"
For a long moment, all that transfered over the phone lines was harsh, animal panting. Groans lifted up, pleas were half-heard across phone lines. The phone on Janet's end made rhythmic "whush-whush-whush" sounds as it brushed against something. "Janet," a male voice said gruffly.
"Yes, Jack," Janet begged.
"Janet," Sam whimpered. "Jack... God, Janet, Jack, I love you both. Fuck her, Jack... make her come."
Jack grunted over the phone.
Janet cried out her orgasm.
Sam grit her teeth, grunting as she came on her fingers. She panted, turning and laying her head down on her lab table. She licked her lips and, into the receiver, said, "Janet?"
"Mm."
"I'm coming home now."
"Bring condoms. Jack and I just used the last one."
Sam blushed and said, "Janet?"
"Mm."
"Can Jack hear me?"
"No."
"Let him listen in."
"Hold on." There was a shuffling and Jack, in a strained voice, said, "Hello?"
"Are you both there?"
"Yes," Janet said.
"I love you," Sam said.
"Hurry home," Jack said.
"Yes, Sir."