The day after the party was the day we were to meet Susan. I found it agonizing to wait until five o'clock, the time Mike had arranged to pick her up at her motel. I tried to busy myself with cleaning the house to make it ready for her in case she did come to live with us.
Finally, late in the afternoon, we drove over to pick her up. On the way, Mike and I discussed how we should handle ourselves when we met her, finally deciding to just play it by ear.
We parked the car and walked into the motel lobby. After a few minutes of waiting around aimlessly, we were even more anxious than before. Suddenly, Mike's eyes lit up. I looked around and gave a start of surprise when I saw what he saw. A girl was walking towards us.
It had to be Susan. At first glance, she seemed as much woman as girl. She combined all the freshness of youth with the radiant sexuality and fully developed body of a mature woman. She had a beautiful face, highlighted by luminous green eyes and a full-lipped sensuous mouth. A thick black mane of hair trained the perfect oval of her face. She had a perfect body. Her thin blouse didn't hide her big tits. Mike took in his breath sharply at the sight of those two magnificent jugs. The rest of her body was good, too. She had a narrow waist, round hips, and a firm, well-shaped ass. Her low-slung jeans were so tight they looked like they had been painted on.
She walked up to us and for a second Mike and I were speechless. She spoke first.
"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Adams," she said. Then she smiled, a beautiful, white-toothed smile. She didn't look the same as the girl in my dream, but she was even more beautiful.
Mike regained his power of speech. "You can call us Mike and Lori," he told her. "Let's go into the bar and talk for a while."
We walked into the motel's dark, smoky cocktail lounge. The three of us crowded into a snug corner booth, Mike and I on either side of Susan. I moved close to her and felt her firm hip pressed against mine. I moved even closer; she didn't try to move away.
"Where are you from?" Mike asked.
"From not too far away," Susan answered.
The vagueness of her answer surprised us, but neither Mike nor I were willing to press her any further.
"Why are you looking for someone to live with?" I asked.
"I can't live at home any more. I don't enjoy living alone either. I don't want roommates my own age because they're too immature," Susan explained.
Again her answer told us a little, but not really very much about her. But we were reluctant to press her for more details. We were both afraid that she might resent such questioning and leave. I hoped we would learn the answers with time, just as I hoped we would learn about her views on bisexuality. We were both so taken with her sensual beauty that we didn't want to risk losing her so soon.
"Do you want me to pay room and board?" Susan asked. She had a lot of self-assurance, I realized. We hadn't even told her that she would definitely be living with us.
"That won't be necessary," Mike assured her. Then he smiled and winked. "You can help out around the house," he said.
Susan smiled shyly. "I guess I could," she answered.
"Let's go get your stuff. You can move in tonight," Mike said.
"I've packed up all my things. I'll go to my room and get them," Susan said.
Mike and I went with her to help. As we walked to the room, Mike and I a few steps behind her, we could see an inch or two of rear cleavage where her low-slung jeans had slipped down to reveal part of her ass to us. We couldn't take our eyes off her.
As we walked along, I thought about the problems that might develop if this young beauty came to live with us. I would have to restrain myself, of course. I would have to wait until we were sure she was ready for lesbian sex and three-way sex. Then I would have to hold back and make sure that Mike didn't feel threatened by the intensity of my response to Susan. A new problem had developed, however, and it bothered me as much as the other, older, problems. Susan was so damn good-looking that I wondered if Mike might eventually decide he preferred her to me. I had never been afraid of competition before, but I had never seen anyone quite like Susan either.
As I had done for weeks, I managed to push my disturbing thoughts from my mind. There was too much to be happy about. We had found a beautiful girl and she was coming to live with us! I would worry about the problems some other time.
We picked up Susan's luggage from her motel room. The luggage gave me pause for thought. It was extremely expensive-looking imported leather luggage, not the sort of baggage one would expect an eighteen-year-old on the move to be carrying around. I wondered about Susan. Who was this girl? What type of background did she come from. She carried the finest luggage, spoke in a manner that hinted at breeding, and carried herself with the assurance of the rich and well-born. Yet she was reluctant to talk about her past.
During the drive home, we talked of inconsequential things. The conversation told us little about Susan. She didn't seem at all shy as long as the conversation stayed away from sex.
When we got home, we showed Susan her room. We gave her the bedroom closest to ours. Then we left her alone to unpack while we went to our room to discuss our course of action.
"I think she looks ready for me," Mike said. "She looks pretty grown-up for eighteen years old. Still, she seemed a little shy when I sort of hinted that sex would be involved in her relationship with us. We should be positive before I make my move."
"I doubt it you'll have much trouble," I told him. "She's pretty young so she might seem innocent and act like she's shy about sex, but she's probably done it all. With a face and body like that, I'm sure she hasn't been able to keep men away from her. I hope she hasn't been able to keep women away, either. She didn't seem anxious to move away when I rubbed against her in the booth, but that's not much to go on. I'll talk to her and at least try to find out if she's ready for you."
As an excuse to talk to Susan, I took her on a tour of the house. I didn't plan to question her directly about sex and I definitely didn't plan to hint that I was bisexual, but I did want to probe into her attitudes indirectly.
"We'll really enjoy having you in the house," I told her.
"I'll enjoy being here," she said.
"What do you like to do for fun?" I asked.
Susan blushed slightly. "Oh, lots of things," she said. Then, embarrassed, she looked down at the floor.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Oh, you know…" she said, still looking down as she spoke.
Susan had told me what I wanted to know. She had to have been talking about sex. She had given me the information that she liked it, but at the same time, she had still managed to continue her attempt to appear innocent. I wondered if it were a deliberate effort on her part, or whether it was the consequence of trying since puberty to reconcile her lusts with her youth.
After I had showed Susan around, I went back to our bedroom and told Mike that I thought everything was all right.
"No problems, Mike. She's ready for you."
"Good," Mike said.
He had on a loosely belted robe. I reached under it and touched his big cock. Surely one look at that big prick would be enough to melt Susan's resistance, if indeed she wasn't as ready as I thought she was.
"You're ready, so ready," I told him. "Give it to her."
Mike walked down the hall to Susan's room and knocked.
"Come in," I heard Susan say, her voice low and inviting, the shyness she had shown earlier seemingly gone completely.
Mike walked into her room, leaving the door partly ajar. I immediately ran out of my room and peeked into Susan's room through the door.
Susan lay on the bed wearing a short, very flimsy nightgown. I was surprised that she didn't try to cover herself at all. I had expected her to at least display a semblance of shyness and innocence.
"I came in to say goodnight. Lori just fell asleep." Mike told her.
I smiled to myself at Mike's lie. Then I squinted in the dim light, trying to see Susan's beautiful body – the huge tits surging up against the fabric of her gown, her pointy nipples, her cunt and its large bushy mass of black hair, her long, finely shaped legs.
I ran my tongue over my lips and felt my own cunt filling up with juice at the thought of pushing my tongue into Susan's lush hole. I formed a mental picture of Susan's long, languorous legs curled around my blonde head.
"I guess I have everything I need now," she answered, her eyes fastening on his hard-on. She had obviously dropped all pretense of innocence.
Susan's mouth opened slightly and her nostrils flared. She climbed off the bed and walked over to Mike. Then she undid the belt on his robe and stepped back to admire him.
"Oh, my," she said. "You really are big."
From the door, I could see Mike's cock. It was a huge as ever – the big knob swollen and angry looking, the shaft darker than the tip, pulsing with the blood that coursed through its veins.
I realized that I had been breathing hard as I watched. I tried to hold my breath. I didn't want Susan to know that I was watching.
Susan's hand reached out and closed around Mike's enormous prick. She began to move her fingers up and down its shaft, savoring the feel of the rocklike meat.
"Oh, Mike," she panted. "It's so big and so hard."
Mike slipped her nightgown off her shoulders. She helped by wiggling her body, sending the gown to the floor. One graceful step and she was completely naked.
Her nude body was truly breathtaking. It was hard to believe that an eighteen-year-old girl could be so well-endowed. Those big tits, so huge, but yet so firm. That beaver with its glorious dark curly hair. Her smooth ass was perfect, a sphere bisected by the deep, fuzzy crack. Her body looked as if it had been made for sex. She had looked good before. Her gown had hidden little of her body, but there was something astonishing about the sight of such a body totally unclothed.
I could barely hold myself back. I started to walk into the room, then thought better of it. I stepped back away from the door so that Susan wouldn't hear my excited breathing.
Meanwhile, Mike was busy. He hefted one of Susan's tits. Then he bent forward and kissed the nipple. Susan let out a small cry of pleasure and, within a few seconds, the nipple had grown erect in Mike's mouth.
"Oh, Mike, Mike," she moaned. "I want you. I want you so very much. I've wanted you ever since I first saw you at the motel."
Mike didn't answer. He didn't want to waste time talking. He moved to Susan's other boob and repeated his procedure. While Mike worked on her tits, Susan reached down and began to play with his big balls. She bounced his fuck-sac on her palm, then held each ball in turn between her fingers.
Susan was quiet now, but she had closed her eyes tightly and her mouth was half-open. She had thrown her head back. Her tongue emerged from between her lips to play along the outer surfaces of her mouth. Meanwhile, she rubbed Mike's cock faster and faster.
Suddenly, Susan swooped down to take Mike's cock into her mouth. She moved slowly at first, her lips stretched wide by his huge prick. She used her moist tongue to cover his tool with wet tongue kisses. When she had thoroughly lubricated his cock, she began to move her lips up and down the shaft.
Mike stood still at first, enjoying the sensation of her mouth on his prick. She had moved her tongue to the most sensitive part of his cock, the tender underside at the thickest part of the shaft.
Mike began to rock back and forth, fucking her mouth, driving his cock between her lips and into the entrance of her throat. Susan gagged at first, but soon she seemed to enjoy it. She had opened her eyes so that she could look down and see the big cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
At first, her hands guided his hard and erect rod, as if she feared that he would deny her. When she realized his cock was in her mouth to stay, she put her hands around his back, tugging at his thighs to pull more of his dick into her. Impelled by her straining hands, Mike fucked his cock in and out of her mouth.
Mike grabbed Susan by the back of the head. I could tell that he was about to come. He gave a small grunt of pleasure and released his load. Susan tried to swallow it, but it was too much for her. The cum frothed up and covered her lips and chin.
She finally spat his cock out and tried to wipe the jizz from her face. "You nearly drowned me," she said, but she smiled as she said it. Obviously, she hadn't minded.
From my spot at the door, I had seen it all. I wished that I could join them. Mesmerized, I gazed at Susan's luscious nakedness. If only I could put my arms around her. If only I could feel her wet, hairy snatch. It was torture to have to watch without being able to participate.
"Now I'll repay you," Mike told Susan.
Susan knew what he meant. For one so young, she had managed to learn a lot. She lay down on the bed and opened wide for Mike. He clambered up on the bed, crouched between her legs, and bent his head to her open cunt.
In the instant before Mike's head blotted out my view of Susan's twat, I stared at it. Her beaver was so thick that it was difficult to see through it to the treasures beneath. I could see the lips of her cunt, barely outlined against the wet cunt hair.
Mike began to eat Susan's twat. The sight was too much for me. My hand moved down to my cunt and I began to finger my own hole, at the same time imagining myself in Mike's place, my tongue licking up the juices of that delicious looking snatch.
As I watched them, I got more and more carried away. My finger moved faster and faster. Then I removed it from my hole and began to stroke my clit, occasionally darting my finger inside to get some moisture to transfer to my clit.
Fortunately, Mike and Susan were so busy that Susan didn't hear the wet, smacking sounds of my finger on my clit and gash. Mike licked away at Susan's pussy, running his tongue in and out of her hole, up and down the smooth walls of her cunt.
Susan made unintelligible little sounds, but I knew their meaning. She enjoyed the way Mike was eating her snatch and she wanted more. Her hands tried to send Mike the same message. They pushed on his head and tried to pinion it between her legs.
At first, Mike's hands rested almost casually on Susan's flanks, but he soon decided to put them to work, too. While his tongue kept licking at her over-flowing hole, he moved one hand up ta her clit and massaged it. He moved his other hand beneath her and slipped one finger into her asshole.
Moving his finger slowly in her small bung, Mike penetrated deeper and deeper. Susan's muscles tightened on his finger and her body moved downward tentatively, as if she couldn't decide whether she wanted his efforts to concentrate on her cunt or on her ass.
She decided to give priority to her cunt. She lurched up off the bed, pushing her snatch in his face, rubbing her cunt-lips against his mouth, shoving that wet pussy at him for him to devour.
"Mike. It feels so good," she moaned.
Then suddenly, Susan leaped up off the bed, arching her body into the air. She went berserk, scratching at Mike's shoulders, screaming, yelling. The bed-springs creaked from the strain as she bounced up and down, throwing her gushing cunt at Mike's mouth.
The sight and sound of Susan's orgasm drove me to diddle my overheated cunt harder. I rubbed frantically at my own clit. Then, as waves of pleasure washed over me, I let myself go, sure that Susan's noisy climax would screen the sounds of my own orgasm.
I slumped to the floor and shoved two fingers of one hand into my cunt. With the other hand, I pushed my clit back and forth. Somehow, I stifled my screams and lay there quietly while I writhed against my own fingers.
I wished that I were with Susan. I comforted myself by the thought that in a few days, if everything worked out properly, I would be running my tongue in and out of Susan's sweet cunt.
My orgasm completed, I stood up shakily and went back to my spot at the door. I noticed with delight that Mike hadn't wasted any time. Before Susan's cunt had lost that wonderful, electric tingling, he had begun to fuck her.
Mike had raised Susan's legs high, lifting them and bending them back so that his weight rested on her thighs. He had done this partly for my benefit, I was sure. The position would give me the best view possible of Susan's cunt as his prick slammed into it. There were other advantages to this position. Mike had positioned Susan's cunt to allow his prick the maximum depth of penetration, more important, she could use this position to bring her cunt and leg muscles into play to give Mike a good ride.
Mike's cock had already spread the outer lips of Susan's twat. His thick cock had pulled the labes apart so that they gaped open invitingly. I wished I could move forward to lick off the glistening drops of juice on those dainty pussy-flaps. Somehow, I held myself back.
Mike entered her cunt carefully. He didn't know if she had been fucked by such a huge prick before. His cock went in one inch, then pulled out an inch, then went in two inches.
She urged him on. "Please, Mike! Give me your cock! Fuck me!" she yelled.
Mike still moved carefully. He didn't want her to find out painfully that his cock was more of a strain on her cunt that she had thought. It seemed to take forever for his cock to go all the way into her hole. Finally, it was in her cunt to the balls.
"It's in, it's in!" Susan yelled in triumph.
Now Mike put the prick to Susan as fast as she wanted. He rocketed in and out of her cunt, plunging his tool way in, then bringing it partway out, then plunging back in her sucking hole even harder than before. His bulk supported by Susan's upraised legs, Mike could fuck as fast as he wanted.
Susan drove up at him, pressing her cunt up against his cock.
"It feels good!" she shouted. "So good! So damn good!"
I smiled at the sound of her words, at the urgency of her monotonous refrain. I had to admit that Mike knew how to fuck a woman. Despite my near obsession with Susan, I felt my own desire for Mike's cock increase.
Mike and Susan thrashed about on the bed, the sounds of the bed-springs a pleasant cacophony to my ears. As I watched, I found my hand wandering back to my dripping cunt. I rubbed my clit, but the first twinge of pleasure was so strong that I withdrew my hand. I was afraid that if I came again, I might lose control and make much more noise that I had when I had climaxed a few minutes before.
I forced myself to tear my eyes away from the enticing fuck-scene on the bed. In a great triumph of will, I walked back to my room and got into bed. It took me a while to fall asleep. Then I slept fitfully. The dream came back to haunt me. It had changed slightly. I was still on the bed, the seductress again, but Susan, our Susan, was the girl standing at the door of the room. The dream ended as she began to lick my pussy!