As our search made no progress, I grew more depressed. In two weeks of looking, we had found no ads that seemed promising. Then, one afternoon, we found the ad we had been looking for.
We discovered the ad at a time when I should have been elated, but wasn't. That night, we planned to go to a party where I would have lesbian and three-way sex in public for the first time. Although everything pointed to an enjoyable evening, I wasn't excited. Enjoying myself at the party would only make my basic problem worse. I would have a great time, then have to go for weeks without touching another woman. It was frustrating.
As I sat there mulling over my problems, Mike let out an excited shout.
"I've found an ad that looks good!" he yelled. I ran into the den and, looking over his shoulder, read the ad.
UNINHIBITED GIRL, 18, LOOKING FOR ATTRACTIVE MAN OR COUPLE TO TAKE HER INTO THEIR HOME. Call 2724300.
"Maybe she's what we're looking for, but it's hard to tell," I said. "She may be bisexual, but if she isn't, it won't solve any of our problems."
"Why do you think she asked for a couple? She must be bisexual," Mike insisted.
"She might be. In fact, she probably is. But we can't be sure. I've heard of arrangements where a girl lives with a couple and the couple doesn't really share her. The wife isn't interested in sex or gets her kicks from watching her husband fucking the girl. This girl might be looking for an arrangement like that," I told him.
"That could be, but I doubt it," Mike said. "Let's call. We have nothing to lose."
Mike dialed the number. My heart was pounding and my legs were weak. I wondered if this could be it. Would a beautiful, bisexual girl soon be living with us?
I listened eagerly to the conversation, but felt more frustrated afterwards than I had in the beginning. Mike had insisted on playing it straight, arguing that we should take it slow and not risk scaring her off. We were to pick her up tomorrow at five. I grabbed the piece of paper he had written the address on. It said: Susan Knight, George Washington Motel, 234 Grand Avenue.
Despite my anxieties and reservations, even the chance for a solution was enough to lift the pall of depression from me. I could get excited about the night's party now, especially since I knew we would see Susan the next day. I felt the familiar warmth in my cunt that I had felt during the last few weeks whenever I thought about lesbianism. Tonight would be my first public performance!
I didn't get dressed up for this party. No involved strip-tease this time. I put on a fur coat, but I didn't wear anything else.
When we arrived, about half the guests were already there. I could tell every eye was on me as I stripped off my coat. When the crowd saw I wore nothing under my coat, there was a collective gasp of surprise.
"Hey, Lori!" one man yelled. "You didn't want to waste any time, did you?"
Another man was less subtle. "I'm ready if you are!" he shouted.
I ignored the men. I had something quite different in mind. I scanned the room quickly. Then I spotted Cynthia, a beautiful black girl. If I were going to do something for the first time, it would be really novel to do it with Cynthia. I would combine two firsts, my first woman in front of the group and my first black.
I walked over to Cynthia. I think she sensed what I was there for.
"Why, hello, Lori," she said softly. "What you want, honey?"
I stared at her without saying a word. My eyes moved over her body and lingered on the black, curly wool of her pussy. Then I moved my eyes up to stare at Cynthia's tits, especially where her dark-brown nipples stood out against the lighter brown of her tits.
I had admired Cynthia at a few parties. I thought she looked like a lean panther, a black one, of course. Her tits weren't big and her body wasn't extremely voluptuous, but she had a certain muscular, feline power. Her body was long and supple and she did everything with grace, whether it was walking, dancing, or fucking.
There was something else about Cynthia that attracted me to her. She had a thick, wiry beaver that covered what had to be the largest cunt of any woman in our group. I had once seen Mike push three fingers into her cunt at the same time.
"I think I know what you want," Cynthia finally said. "I've been wondering about you lately, Lori. When did you discover us?" she asked.
I didn't know if she meant women or blacks. I decided she probably meant women.
"A few weeks ago," I told her.
Cynthia put her arms around me and kissed me. She rubbed her thick muff against mine and I thrilled at the feel of the kinky fur against my own snatch. I rubbed my big, soft tits against her small hard ones.
"Never thought I'd get to touch you, honey," Cynthia said to me, her voice low.
I didn't answer. I took my forefinger and shoved it into Cynthia's wide cunt. The hole was so big that my finger didn't touch the sides on the way in. It just sank right in to the deeper reaches of Cynthia's cunt.
Cynthia and I sank to the floor. Now the action would really begin, I thought. Cynthia spread her legs and lay back. I stuck my face against her pussy, rubbing my lips and cheeks against the wooly bush. Then I dove in. I did as Martha told me. I shoved my tongue in deep and then brought it out slowly. It was like driving a small car into a big tunnel. I was almost lost in her huge cunt.
I transferred some saliva and cunt-juice to Cynthia's clit. It was truly a wondrous clit, at least twice the size of Martha's. The cylindrical piece of flesh stuck way up out of her twat, easily accessible to my tongue.
"Eat me, Lori! Go down on me, bitch!" Cynthia shrieked.
Cynthia's hands clawed at me, scratching at my flesh. She was like an animal now, screaming, tearing at me, abandoning herself completely to the pleasures of lesbian sex. Martha had been wild and unrestrained, but Cynthia was even wilder.
I decided to try the little trick Martha had taught me. I took Cynthia's big clit into my mouth and sucked on it. At the same time, I added a few embellishments of my own. I nibbled her clit with my teeth and ran my tongue across its swollen tip.
Not only was Cynthia's clit larger than most, but it was also more sensitive. After a few minutes of this, Cynthia was obviously ready to come. I realized it and shifted my position so that she could eat my cunt while I ate hers.
I reached my hands down and put them into Cynthia's big Afro. I pushed down on her head, sending it on its way to my cunt.
"Do unto others, baby…" Cynthia said just before her face buried itself in my twat.
Then Cynthia illustrated what she meant. She sucked hard on my clit, drawing it into her mouth, keeping up the same delicious pressure that I had exerted on her passion-bud.
For a few moments, I was aware of the crowd. Once, I opened my eyes and thought I saw Mike leaning down closely to watch. After a while, however, I forgot about everything except Cynthia and what she was doing to my clit.
Cynthia came first, with me only a few seconds behind. As soon as I heard Cynthia's moans of ecstasy bubbling up through the juices of my cunt, I stopped working on Cynthia's clit and stuck my tongue into the inviting pool of twat-honey beneath. Cynthia's pussy had been well-lubricated before her orgasm, but now a sticky, sweet-tasting flood virtually poured like a waterfall from her cunt. I drank it up for a few seconds, then went back to work on her clit.
When I came, I was unaware of the crowd, of Mike's presence, of anything but my own cunt and the tongue licking at it. I didn't hold back at all, but moved like a dervish, whirling, leaping, rolling around on the floor.
Only after my come had subsided did I realize that I had forgotten to hold back. Had Mike noticed how hard I had come? If he had, would he be mad? Would he decide that the plan for Susan was too dangerous? Then I decided to forget about it, not to let it ruin my evening. I decided that whatever happened, well, that was it. If Mike didn't like it, I would try to lie my way out of it. If I couldn't, well.
I tried to banish the upsetting thoughts from my mind. I opened my eyes and looked up, expecting to see the crowd around us, watching us. No one was near us. They had moved across the room to watch another couple.
I walked over to watch the other couple. It was Cynthia's husband, a black stud named Jimmy, busy fucking a little red-headed white girl named Sally. It was an interesting exhibition. Sally was one of the smallest girls at the party and Jimmy's large, black cock seemed much too large for her twat. Indeed, his dark rod, surrounded by her red cunt hair, looked as if it were about to split her in two.
Appearances could deceive. Sally surprised me by the way she held all of Jimmy's cock in her twat. She didn't show any pain and she appeared to be enjoying getting fucked. Somehow, she not only held his huge prick inside her cunt, but she moved up at him, too, as it she wanted even more cock.
Jimmy's weight and power dominated her. Each time that he shoved his cock into her hole, the force of his thrust slammed her pert little ass against the floor.
Sally kept up a running commentary. "Ohhhh! Put the prick to me, you black son of a bitch!" she panted.
Jimmy's style was different from Sally's and also from his wife's. He ignored Sally's commentary and didn't say a word. Indifferent to Sally's exclamations, he kept his rhythm, fucking her without mercy.
"Shove that big black cock in!" Sally shouted. Her hands left red furrows on Jimmy's back where her nails dug into him.
Nothing fazed Jimmy. He kept fucking her at a measured pace, his cock ceaselessly driving in and out of her cunt, his thrusts pushing her down hard to the floor on each stroke.
Sally began to come and even then Jimmy neither slackened nor increased the speed with which he fucked her. He fucked her almost as if her reactions didn't exist. There was something very impersonal about it, but it was erotic nonetheless.
Suddenly, just as Sally's orgasm peaked, Jimmy broke his fuck-rhythm. He pulled his dark, uncircumcised cock all the way out of Sally's hole.
Sally rose up off the floor, reaching with her snatch for the black man's rod, trying to regain it. Jimmy let her search for it. He held his cock an inch or two above her hole, torturing her.
"Jimmy, please! Give me your cock!" Sally begged.
Jimmy finally let her have it. He drove down into her cunt with great force, slamming her to the floor and keeping her there, impaled on his plunging prick.
I wondered what would happen next. I realized that I was breathing as hard as if I were coming myself. Jimmy was something else to watch. He knew how to put on a show.
Jimmy let himself go. He started fucking Sally as hard as he could, now that he had demonstrated his mastery over her. Each determined thrust sent juice flying out of her cunt. Sally grunted with pain at the first furious penetration, then moaned with ecstasy as his prick hit bottom each time.
Now that Jimmy had decided to fuck her hard, it didn't take him long to come. He had another surprise for Sally though. As he began to shoot, he pulled his cock out of her cunt and shoved it into her mouth. She eagerly took his spurting tool between her lips and drank the massive load of jizz he poured into her.
When Jimmy and Sally had slumped to the floor drained of energy, the crowd's attention turned elsewhere. Another couple had begun fucking across the room. I started to walk over to look. Then I glanced down and noticed that my hand had wandered to my cunt. I had been rubbing my own twat as I watched the show. More important, it had been Jimmy, more than Sally, who had stimulated me. I wasn't disappointed to realize that big cocks were regaining their erotic fascination for me. It would make it much easier to fool Mike if I were able to come when he fucked me.
By now, couples were fucking all over the place. I saw Mike in a corner, fucking a little blonde. Then I spotted Martha. She was crouched on all fours while Barry, who had hosted the last party we had attended, was trying to get his big cock up her very small asshole.
It was a tight fit. I had been careful when I put my finger up Martha's ass. Barry was trying to be careful with his cock. He only had it in her butt a few inches and he moved very gently. Martha grimaced with pain as she struggled to accommodate the prick that was tearing her shitter nearly in two. She started to move away, as if to escape, but she thought better of it and stayed put.
I had enjoyed having lesbian sex in front of everyone. I decided it was time for three-way sex. I walked over to Barry and Martha. I lay down underneath them and then strained up at them.
Martha lowered herself slightly so I could reach her. Then I stuck out my tongue and pushed it into her cunt. I pulled it out, all wet and slippery with her twat-juice, and stuck it against her asshole, right next to Barry's cock.
Barry saw what I was trying to do. He withdrew his cock for a second. I darted my tongue into Martha's dry hung and moistened it so that Barry's prick would slide in more easily.
"Thanks, Lori. Thanks a lot." Martha moaned as Barry stuck his prick back in her asshole, this time penetrating easily.
Now it was Barry's turn to receive my attentions. I used my tongue to bathe the exposed portion of his prick with wet caresses. This helped Martha, too, because it made his prick very slippery as more and more of it sank into her asshole.
I turned my attention back to Martha. I licked at her clit while Barry rhythmically stroked in and out of her ass. The sounds of pleasure escaping from Martha's lips told me that the painful part was over for her.
When Martha reached climax, I lay beneath them and watched. She shoved her ass at Barry, her tentativeness of a few moments before gone completely. Barry fucked her ass with no more caution than he would have displayed had he been fucking her cunt.
Martha let out a convulsive scream of pleasure. The sound acted like a signal to Barry and brought him to climax. Then Martha's tight ass muscles squeezed cum out of his bloated balls until her asshole overflowed with the creamy jizz.
They needed me again so I raised up and licked up the fuck-cream as it overflowed from Martha's ass. As soon as I had started to do that, Barry took his cock out of Martha's asshole and moved away from her. Obsessed with the task at hand, I didn't pay any attention to his whereabouts.
A few seconds later, I found out where he had gone. Barry grabbed me, pulling me away from Martha, and rolled me over on my stomach. Then, in one thrust, he tried to shave his cock up my asshole. I screamed with pain and fell forward, flat on the ground.
I wanted three-way sex, especially since my old desire for cock had reasserted itself slightly, but I had not imagined that my very first public three-way experience would include getting fucked up the ass. I liked getting fucked back there, but slowly, not the way Barry was doing it. I felt as if his cock were splitting me in half.
Despite the pain, I decided to take what Barry had to offer. I stopped worrying about it and braced myself for his next thrust. I decided that it would help to distract myself from the pain so I motioned for Martha.
She understood what I wanted. She licked at Barry's cock, moistening it with her spit. Then she lay down in front of me and spread her legs. I bent down and began to eat her twat.
My earlier efforts and Barry's determined buggering had primed Martha for having me lick out her cunt. As soon as my tongue made contact with the soft slippery bud of her clit, she came again.
By now I was so involved in eating Martha's snatch that I had forgotten about the pain Barry had provided by his over-eager assaults on my asshole. Then Barry came, too. His cock swelled against the sore flesh of my asshole. Then he fucked my butt even harder than before as his orgasm hit him. At first, it hurt. Then, as his hot jizz filled my hole, it felt better. His cock moved more easily after his spunk had lubricated my asshole.
I was the only one who hadn't come. I had not really enjoyed Barry's cock, but that was mainly the result of his decision to fuck me so brutally up the ass. I was sure I would have enjoyed it and pretty certain I would have come if he had fucked my cunt.
As I had done when Mike had fucked me while I ate Martha, I exaggerated my excitement.
"Barry, I love it!" I screamed as loudly as I could. I hoped that Mike heard me.
Barry took my screams for encouragement. Unfortunately, his own orgasm hadn't diminished his hard-on and it still painfully stretched my asshole.
Finally, Barry withdrew his cock. My ass hurt like hell. Nevertheless, I still had my face buried in Martha's tasty snatch and that helped make up for the pain.
I gave Martha's cunt one last lick and then I stood up. I wanted to see where Mike had gone and to find out if he was angry. I wanted to discover whether or not he had realized how excited I had been with Cynthia earlier that night. I also wondered if my feigned excitement over Barry's ass-fucking had fooled Mike as easily as it fooled Barry.
When I found Mike, he had already started to get dressed. He looked at me strangely.
"Ready to go?" I asked.
"Yes. Are you?" I couldn't tell if he was angry or not. His expression was calm, but I thought I detected some tension beneath the surface.
I decided to take the bull by the horns. "Did you like watching me with Cynthia?" I asked.
"Yes and no," he said enigmatically.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"I'll tell you when we get home," he said.
We rode home silently. As soon as we were inside our house, I asked Mike what he had meant by yes and no.
"I liked watching you," he explained. "Cynthia's a tough-looking chick. It turned me on to watch you with her. But I didn't exactly enjoy the way you acted when you started to come. You went absolutely crazy. I've never seen you do that with any man, including me."
"I liked it," I admitted. "But I'm not going to argue with you about how much," I told him. "We're supposed to meet Susan tomorrow. Why have a fight now?"
"That's just the point," Mike said. "You seem to like women better than men and we're close to taking a woman into our house. I feel like not picking her up tomorrow."
"Look, Mike. We don't even know if she's bisexual. We don't know if she'll be attractive, either. But if you're so damn worried, I'll promise you that if you ever want her to leave, she'll leave. All you'll have to do is say the word. We should at least try it and see how it works out."
"I guess you're right, Lori," he said. "But I'll remember your promise. If I say out, she goes out. No delay. No arguments. If I want her to go, she goes." I told him.
"Let's not be so damn grim about it"
"As long as we've decided to give her a try, let's enjoy it. It might be the best thing that ever happens to us."
Mike smiled his old, familiar smile. "Okay, Lori. I'll try to relax and enjoy it. I'll help if she's good-looking. Let's hope she is. But don't forget that promise."
Again I had won a victory, a victory with reservations, a victory that didn't eliminate potential problems, but a victory nonetheless. At least we would be picking Susan up the next day.
That night, I had the dream again. The dream changed considerably, however. My own role reversed itself completely. I was no longer a reluctant lesbian, but a seductress!
At the start of the dream, I lay on the four-poster bed in the beautiful room that I had dreamed about before. A girl I had never seen before stood at the door. I knew her name.
"Susan, please come here," I said to her.
She was a beautiful young girl, long brown hair, a pretty face, a curvy body, a hairy beaver. She was as reluctant to approach me as I had been to approach the Eurasian woman in my earlier dreams.
The rest of the dream followed the same pattern as my previous dreams, except for the total reversal of roles for me. I coaxed the girl, brought her to the bed. Then I bent my head down and started to kiss her pussy. At that point, the dream ended.
I awakened, horny, but exhilarated. I decided that the dream had to be a good sign, an omen of good fortune. I was sure now that Susan would be beautiful and that she would be receptive to my sexual advances. If she weren't bisexual already, she would be soon.