I slept for a few hours, my dreams realistic enough to make me constantly position and reposition my body as if I were really getting my pussy lapped by Susan. When Mike got into bed, I awakened with a start.
"What was she like?" I asked. I was more curious than jealous at this stage, but I did feel a touch of anxiety over how Mike would react.
"She was just unbelievable," Mike told me. "You saw most of, I'm sure. Who would ever have thought an eighteen-year-old girl could know so much?"
"I saw most of it, but I didn't see it all," I told him. "I watched her suck your cock and I watched you eat her. Then I watched you fuck her. That was enough for me. I got too horny watching so I went to sleep."
"Do you want to hear about the rest?" Mike asked.
"Of course. Tell me everything."
As he began to narrate his story of the night's activities, Mike reached his fingers in between my legs and poked them into my wet gash. I gripped his sticky cock while he told me the story.
"The little bitch never got tired, at least until the very end," Mike said, admiration in his voice. "After we fucked, she looked up at me with that pretty smile of hers and asked if I was tired. I laughed, so she bent down and started sucking my cock again. She kept that up for a few minutes. Then she climbed on top of me and fucked me from on top. Right before I was about to shoot, I flipped her over on her back and fucked her from behind."
"Was that enough for her?"
"No way. I took a minute or two to recover from that one. She brought me around right away by kissing my balls. When I got a hard-on she climbed on top of me again, this time facing away from me. It was great to fuck her while I watched that ass of hers bounce up and down in front of me."
"Did she come again?" I asked.
"Yes, of course. She made sure we came together, too. While she bounced on my cock, she reached down with her hands and rubbed my shaft right near the base of my cock. Each time she moved up higher on my cock, her fingers caressed as much of my cock as she could touch. Pretty skillful for a kid!"
I felt a twinge of jealousy. I also felt a twinge of desire. My cunt began to throb. If Susan was so adept at heterosexual sex, maybe she was equally skillful at lesbian sex.
Mike's narrative had both upset and aroused me, but his caresses threw the balance in favor of the latter. His description of Susan hadn't been the only thing that had excited me. Mike's astonishing virility, as well as his finger in my cunt, had excited me, too. I would rather have been in bed with Susan, but I certainly didn't mind having Mike's cock there for the taking. I just hoped he had some energy left after balling Susan so many times. My renewed desire for his cock told me I probably wouldn't have any trouble coming when he fucked me.
Mike climbed on top of me and slammed his cock home. The night of voyeurism, finger-fucking, and fantasy had prepared me for him. My wet, slippery cunt let his big prick in easily.
Mike already knew I could handle his cock, so he wasn't as careful with me as he had been at first with Susan. He fucked me hard and unsparingly, giving me every inch of his dick on every stroke.
I reached up and pulled Mike's face down to my tits. His mouth sucked hungrily at my nipples while his cock moved in and out of my frothing hole.
I felt as if I were about to come. I didn't want to awaken Susan with my screams, so I clenched my teeth. Then I bit my lips, but a few low moans still escaped.
Mike matched his own pace to mine. As I came, his hot jizz erupted into my cunt. A yell of triumph came to my lips, but I held it back.
After, as we lay back on the bed, I noticed Mike looking at me.
"Comparing assets?" I asked.
"I'm not comparing as much as enjoying," he said.
I looked skeptical, but Mike reassured me. "I don't want to compare you with Susan. I'll enjoy both of you."
"Fine. Do whatever you want," I answered. I wasn't as confident as my words sounded.
"When do I get my turn with Susan?" I asked.
"I don't know," Mike said. "We'll have to proceed carefully. And ideas?"
I thought for a while and came up with an idea. "Tomorrow night we'll fuck. We won't shut the door. We'll be noisy. That'll leave it up to Susan. If she wants, she'll be able to watch. If she does watch the two of us ball, it'll be a start. She'll at least be getting accustomed to being around the two of us in a sexual situation. If we're lucky, when you and I finish, she may let you fuck her with me right there. If she's around me a lot, she'll be more relaxed with me. Maybe she might even get attracted to my body. If she's already a bisexual, it shouldn't be very hard at all from there."
"Sounds good," Mike said. "I'm sure she'll watch. We'll make sure her door is open so she'll hear." I drifted off to sleep and dreamed the dream once again. As before, Susan came to the bed, and as before, she ate my pussy. The dream ended short of its logical culmination. I didn't reach orgasm. Nor did I get to bury my own face in Susan's snatch. Nevertheless, I felt sure upon awakening that our plan would work. The dream had to be a favorable omen.
I spent the next day showing Susan around town. I pointed out a few historical sights and also showed Susan where some of our friends lived. I told her about the parties, seeing if she were interested.
"Usually men and women pair off and do things to each other," I told her. "Sometimes two women or two women and a man get together," I added.
"Sounds like fun," Susan said. She didn't even try to act innocent.
I didn't know whether it all sounded like fun to her or whether just some of it did. I realized that her reply was a good sign, however. Lesbianism didn't revolt her enough so that she wouldn't want to be present at the parties. It was at least possible that lesbianism even "sounded like fun" to her. I knew that I wouldn't be able to find out anything more in conversation, so I let things rest. Besides, my mind was really on the plan that Mike and I would implement that night. I dropped the subject of parties and spent the rest of the day showing her good places to shop and other innocuous local attractions.
That night, we put our plan into operation carefully. At dinner, I served champagne. I wanted to make sure that Susan would be relaxed and light-headed. That part of the plan worked well; by the end of dinner, Susan was high as a kite.
"We're going to turn in early tonight, Susan," I told her. "You can stay up and watch TV or read if you like."
"Thanks just the same, but I'm already pretty drunk," Susan replied. "I think I'll go to bed, too."
Mike and I hurried to our bedroom and initiated the next step in our plan. We undressed quickly and turned out the lights. Then I tip-toed to the door and opened it.
Mike moved quietly down the hall to check Susan's door. She had already turned off her lights. Mike opened her door partway and returned to our bedroom.
As loudly as I could, I told Mike what I wanted him to do.
"Lick my pussy, Mike. I want to feel your tongue inside me," I said.
Mike went down on me. He did so as noisily as possible, letting his tongue smack against the dripping lips of my cunt. Every few seconds, he loudly slurped up my cunt-juice.
"Mmmmmmm. That feels great," I moaned as loudly as possible. "Lick it! Lick my cunt! Ohhh! That's so gooood!" I wanted to be sure that Susan heard me.
I wasn't acting. Mike's tongue felt even better than usual. He didn't eat my cunt as well as Martha or Cynthia had done. It had to be something else that turned me on so much. Maybe it was Susan's presence in the house.
I raised the volume of my cries even high. "Ummmmm. Ohhhh, yes!" I groaned. By now I was approaching orgasm and the volume would have increased even if I hadn't tried to raise it.
As I came, I let loose a convulsive shriek: "AAGGGHHH! I'M COOMMIINNGGG!" I yelled.
As my come subsided, I looked at the door. I thought I saw the outline of Susan's head and shoulders as she peeked into the room. The sight of her made my cunt quiver anew. Fresh tremors of pleasure went through me, emanating from my cunt but spreading through my whole body.
I sank back on the bed and softly called to Susan.
"Susan, don't be shy. Please come in, dear."
At first, nothing happened. None of the shadows near the door moved. Then Mike added his invitation. "Come on, join us. We don't want to leave you out," he called.
An instant later, we saw a shadowy form move towards us. Susan seemed to have mixed feelings about joining us.
"Don't you mind?" she asked.
"Of course not," I answered.
"I didn't think you'd mind if I watched from the door, but I didn't expect you to invite me in," she said.
Mike reached out and grasped Susan's hand. He pulled her to the bed and pressed her down on the bed next to him. "We want you to feel like a member of the family," he said softly. Then he lifted off her nightgown.
I tried to see her body. It was difficult in the dim light, but I could make out the outlines of the mounds of her tits as well as her dark, hairy muff. Again, as I had wanted to do so many times in the past two days, I wanted to dive down to her pussy, to eat her cunt out thoroughly, as only one woman could eat another.
I wanted to see her, see all of her. "Do you mind if I turn on the light?" I asked.
"I guess not," Susan said. She was playing Miss Shy and Innocent again.
I turned on the light and took in the enticing scene before my eyes. Although Susan had seemed somewhat shy in conversation and somewhat reluctant to join us, she now made no effort to cover her nakedness.
I stared at her cunt, at that glorious hole covered with its forest of black hair. Despite my overwhelming urge to bury myself there, I kept control of myself. I lay there calmly on the bed, waiting for Mike to fuck me, anxious to see how Susan would behave. I had the feeling her veneer of shyness would disappear fast.
Mike mounted me. I grasped him with my legs and readied myself for his first thrust. I kept my eyes half-shut; I wanted to see what Susan was doing.
Mike rammed his cock into my cunt hard. He pulled it out leisurely, then shoved it back in. It felt good going in, especially when it was in my hole to the balls, Mike's bush rubbing against mine, his cock stretching my cunt to the fullest.
I pushed Mike away. "Let's try another position," I whispered. Then I climbed on top of him and lowered my cunt onto his cock.
I hadn't chosen the woman-astride position by accident. I wanted Susan to see me clearly, to see the beauty of my cunt and the rest of my body.
As I humped on Mike's prick, I used all the tricks I knew to show. Susan how much potential for imagination there was in the human act of fucking. I bent backwards, bending Mike's cock nearly double. Then I rocked from side to side, twisting his cock, using my pussy to massage every inch of his prick. As I hunched up and down, my hands caressed his balls, as if I were riding a horse and his balls were the saddle-horn.
I wanted Susan to see all that I had to offer. I lifted myself off Mike's cock, then turned around so that my ass faced Mike and Susan.
I looked over my shoulder to glance at Susan. She watched wide-eyed, as she had been doing since we had begun screwing. She absentmindedly stroked her cunt, as I had done the night before. One finger disappeared inside her hole and her hand rocked gently back and forth, matching the rhythm of our fucking.
Mike's cock felt good inside my snatch, but Susan's presence in the room added to my excitement. It didn't take Mike long to bring me to orgasm. When I climaxed, I bounced more and more rapidly, impaling my heated box on Mike's jabbing tool. I shook and trembled, my body spasming out of control, my cunt muscles clenching Mike's cock like a vise, then relaxing, then squeezing shut on it again.
I plunged down so hard that I thought Mike's cock would reach up to my throat. His big rod stuffed into my cunt spread my legs wide apart; I was sure that Susan could see my little asshole winking a few inches from my cunt.
When I had completed my orgasm, I twisted around to look at Susan. By now, she was oblivious to anything but her own finger and cunt. Her hand had ceased its rapid movements. Now it was motionless, buried deep in her cunt.
As I watched Susan, I felt Mike shoot inside me. He pumped my cunt full of his jism, grunted with satisfaction, then laughed with surprise as he opened his eyes and saw what Susan was doing.
"Hey, Susan. Let me help you," he said.
Suddenly, Susan opened her eyes and looked with surprise at Mike and me. We both laughed and she got up to leave.
"Don't go, Susan," I said soothingly. "It makes us feel as if you appreciated us. You shouldn't be embarrassed."
Susan didn't seem convinced. She did sit back down on the bed, but she tried to look away from Mike and me. Her embarrassment seemed genuine this time.
I tried to make her feel better. "Cheer up, honey. It's something every woman has to do for herself every now and then. It's hard to watch other without getting carried away."
Susan smiled, a saucy, provocative smile. "I guess you're right. I did enjoy watching. That's why I got so carried away. I guess there's nothing wrong with that."
"Let me finish it for you," Mike said. He reached out and put one finger into Susan's cunt-hole.
Susan moaned softly and rotated against his finger. "I need it. I really do," she sighed. Then she looked at me worriedly. "Don't you mind, Lori?" she asked.
"Of course not," I told her. "I know all about the other night."
"That's a relief," Susan said. "I was worried you might be jealous."
"Oh, no. Not at all," I said, although I knew I wasn't exactly telling the truth.
"Try to relax and enjoy it," I suggested.
Susan did just that. She closed her eyes and lay back on the bed, her legs spread slightly to make it easier for Mike to finger her cunt.
How I wanted to replace him! I wanted my finger to be going in and out of her pussy. I could see every inch of her body. I was so close that I could have reached out and embraced her. Yet it wasn't time for me to touch her. Not yet.
Susan had been close to orgasm when we startled her. Her mortification at getting caught hadn't set her back much. After Mike had stroked her cunt for only a minute or so, she climaxed. Her breathing grew labored, she started to moan and cry out with the pleasure of it all. Then one sharp cry of ecstasy and it was over for her.
"Thank you," she panted. "I appreciate your generosity in sharing him with me."
"That's perfectly all right," I told her.
I was afraid that if Susan stayed on our bed for much longer, I wouldn't be able to wait. "Why not go on to bed, dear?" I suggested. "You don't want to tire yourself out."
Susan was ready to leave. This time I don't think all her apparent innocence had been faked. She had probably been a little uncomfortable on the bed with us. I decided that she must have expected us to be one of those couples where the wife needed a substitute, where the husband couldn't get enough satisfaction from his wife, so another woman had to help out. I decided that Susan hadn't expected a situation where the wife would involve herself, even as a spectator. Mike had been wise to suggest caution before we confronted her with my lesbian needs. If it took Susan some time to get used to me as a spectator, she probably wouldn't be too comfortable when I first shoved my tongue in her snatch.
After Susan had left our bedroom, Mike and I discussed the evening's events and their implications for our future actions. We both felt fairly optimistic about the future.
"Did you see how she stared at your cunt?" Mike asked me.
"I think it was your cock she was staring at," I told him.
"No. I think it was your cunt," Mike insisted.
I wasn't sure. I hoped Mike was right. If he was, it meant that she either had lesbian experience or that I was getting her interested in me.
The latter turned out to be true. If Susan had been an experienced lesbian, it would have been easy to seduce her, but I doubt if it would have been as pleasurable as the excitement of teaching someone something new, just as I had so recently been taught by Martha.
Intuitively, I had sensed her inexperience and had proceeded cautiously. Mike wasn't as careful and wanted us to rush ahead. He seemed to have forgotten that he had been the one who had counseled caution in the first place.
"Why did you send her back to her room so early?" Mike asked.
"I didn't realize she was showing any interest in me. I was afraid that I couldn't hold back if she stayed on that bed with us one second more. I would have lost control."
"Christ, Lori. I didn't realize you needed women that bad," Mike said. He sounded a little jealous again.
I decided to ignore his remark. The important thing now was to plan ahead so the I would soon be embracing Susan. I knew that Mike wanted to see Susan and me with our arms around each other, our tongues in each other's pussies, our legs around each other's heads. He would cooperate in any planning and in the implementation of those plans. Once the plans had been carried out, then I'd worry about his jealousy.
I thought hard. I didn't want to go too far, too fast. But I didn't want to delay needlessly either.
Finally, an idea came to me. "Let's get out of here for a weekend," I suggested. "We can go to the beach and use Barry's cottage there. It only has one room, with two beds."
"Sounds good, Lori. How do we go about it once we're there?"
"You and I will start having sex, noisy, like tonight. Susan's bed won't be far away. She'll come close to watch. You keep eating me and start fucking her. Then, before you come, you pull out of her and start fucking me."
"What next?"
"She'll move in front of your face and you'll start eating her. Then comes the crucial moment. I'll be beneath you. After you lick Susan's cunt for a few minutes, I'll replace you. I'll have been right there next to her cunt the whole time so it'll be easy. I'll start licking her cunt and even if she discovers the switch, it'll feel too good for her to want me to stop."
"Sounds good," Mike said. "I can't see how it can fail, unless she tries to stop you when you start licking her snatch."
"She won't," I told him. I didn't tell him that Susan would find it impossible to stop once she felt the unbelievable pleasure that another woman could give to her pussy. It would work and, by the end of the weekend, we would be having three-way sex.
I didn't dream of three-way sex, of course. I dreamed of Susan and I locked together, eating each other's pussies to our hearts content. The dream had changed; I just prayed that reality progressed as far as my fantasy had progressed.