The next day, Friday, we left for the beach. We arrived late in the afternoon. The weather was chilly for late spring. The beach was deserted and the wind blew briskly off the water. Inside the cottage, we were still very aware of nature and its power. The wind whistled through the eaves of the cottage and rattled the windows. We could hear the surf slamming into the beach, as if a storm far off shore was driving the water at the land.
The cottage was small, but comfortable. It had one very cozy room with a sofa, some chairs, and two beds, and a tiny kitchen. A large picture window looked out on the ocean.
I was ready to try our plan. "We're all tired from the drive. Let's take a nap," I suggested. I didn't want to wait until night.
Mike caught on. "That's a great idea," he agreed.
Mike and I undressed while Susan sat on her bed and looked out the window at the sea. She still hadn't conquered her adolescent shyness to the point where she could openly show interest in our bodies. Despite her efforts to distract herself, however, her eyes kept wandering to us.
Mike and I got into bed and pulled a sheet halfway over us. Meanwhile, Susan opened her suitcase. She took out a nightgown, went into the bathroom to put it on, and emerged, scantily clad.
I watched Susan's every move. I focused my eyes on her, noting the smooth, spherical perfection of her ass and the enticing smoothness of her thighs. I imagined my tongue moving from Susan's pussy back to her asshole, then to her pussy again.
Susan walked over to the window and gazed out at the stormy ocean. It was dusk and the fading light silhouetted her against the window. Her tits stood out distinctly in the dim light, the two big mounds clearly visible through her gown.
Now it was time to begin. I threw the sheet down to the foot of the bed. Then I rolled over on my back and spread my legs.
This time Mike played the game, too. "Open up wide for me, Lori," he said loudly.
I kept up the game. "Oh, Mike. Stick it in. I want you," I purred. I decided I wanted his cock first, not his tongue.
As Mike's cock penetrated my cunt, he provided a running commentary for Susan's benefit. "It's going in," he said. "I feel that wet hole of yours." He didn't mind departing slightly from our plan.
"I'm going to fuck you hard now," Mike announced. Then he began to do as he said, ramming his cock in and out of my hale.
Our erotic conversation and frantic fucking was too much for Susan. She walked over and stood next to the bed. Mike ignored her and kept fucking me, content to let Susan's desire reach its peak.
Finally, Mike reached up and pulled Susan down to him. He slid her nightgown over her head, then pressed her flat on the bed near our heads. Then he started eating her cunt while he kept fucking me. Now we were back to our initial plan.
I had welcomed the entrance of Mike's cock, but I felt even better when I could look up to see Mike eating Susan's cunt just a few inches above my face.
Mike got Susan really worked up. After a few seconds, juice had begun to pour from her twat, a few drops dripping down to my face. I licked up the drops I could reach with my tongue.
The taste of Susan's nectar was so good that it drove me to the next phase of our plan. I tapped Mike on the leg insistently. He understood what I wanted. He withdrew his head from between Susan's legs and, in the same motion, pushed her down a few inches towards me.
The long-awaited moment had arrived. Eagerly, I pushed my lips against Susan's cunt. Susan's twat was soft, oh so soft. It quivered against my mouth, the soft labes trembling against my mouth.
I shoved my tongue into her smooth-walled cunt as far as it could reach. Then I withdrew it and went to work on her clit. Her clit was a small bud, the shaft slender and slippery, the glans at the top slightly swollen. I used the tip of my tongue to rub against the shaft of her clit, then pressed hard on the glans with my whole tongue.
Susan was oblivious to the switch. She had no idea that I was licking her twat. Her eyes were closed tightly and she made no effort to open them.
"That is so good, sooo good," she groaned as I massaged her clit.
I put all my skill into eating her cunt. That Mike was still fucking me increased my excitement, but I think that merely eating Susan's cunt would have been enough to make me come, even without Mike shoving his cock into my box. As my own passion increased, I worked avidly to bring Susan to orgasm.
I took her clit between my teeth and nibbled very, very gently on it. Then I sucked softly. The intense pleasure from that suction led Susan to open her eyes wide. She looked down and saw me eating her twat. She gave a small, shrill yell of surprise when she saw my blonde head buried between her legs.
"Lori, what are you doing?" she asked.
"That's a silly question," I answered.
Susan started to protest, but then a combination of events stopped her. I sucked again on her clit and there was no way that she could argue with me while I was providing her with such a wonderful sensation. At the same time, Mike pulled his cock all the way out of my cunt and slammed it back in. I moaned with pleasure. My apparent enjoyment made it difficult for Susan to distract me with argument.
I maintained the suction on Susan's clit. She closed her eyes and stopped protesting. The plan had worked. I resumed my effort to bring her to orgasm.
Susan came first. She screamed out her pleasure and her body went rigid. I started licking at her clit again, sending her quickly to the high point of her orgasm.
I began to come, too. I strained up at Mike, wanting all of his cock, while my tongue continued to ravish Susan's clit. All that remained now was for Mike to join us.
That didn't take long. He lurched down against me and shot. His spunk overflowed my cunt as it usually did. I could feel the hot, sticky jizz dripping down my thighs to the bed.
The triple orgasm completed, Susan stood up and looked at us angrily. "That was a sneaky trick," she said, her face livid with anger.
I hadn't expected such an outburst. If Susan had gone through a lesbian experience before, she had no reason at all to get mad. If she hadn't, but had enjoyed this one, then why should she get angry, especially if she hadn't tried very hard to stop it before she came.
"Didn't you enjoy it?" I asked.
"No," Susan said. "I've never had a woman touch me before."
Mike and I laughed. Susan couldn't help herself. She laughed, too, and the tension melted away. "I did enjoy it," she admitted.
I had to remind myself that her quick changes from one extreme of emotion to the other were the result of her inexperience. At the same time she was both relatively innocent and a lusty young bitch in heat. She had often been truly reluctant, especially when I was in any way involved, either as spectator or participant, but she had little reluctance when she was with Mike alone. Nevertheless, although her hesitancy was often exasperating, I was relieved that her lust invariably triumphed. In fact, I had to admit that I found her vestiges of innocence slightly appealing.
I had been right about her inexperience with lesbianism. Fortunately, we had followed a cautious plan. Mike's first instincts had been correct, too, but luckily I had talked him out of his later plan to try a more direct course.
Susan started to get up. She took one step away from the bed, but Mike's voice stopped her.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Back to my bed. I enjoyed that, I really did," she admitted. "But I want to give you two some privacy," she answered. Again, shyness had dominated over lust.
Mike smiled. "Who wants privacy?" he asked.
Just then a heavy gust of wind rattled the windows extremely hard. The sun had gone down a moment before. Susan shivered and walked back to our warm bed. Again, her desires had triumphed over her shyness.
I welcomed Susan back to our bed. I wanted to reassure her, convince her that we needed her and wanted her. I ran my hands over the smooth flesh of her butt-cheeks. Then I slipped one hand underneath her and let it tickle her asshole. Susan wiggled as if she wanted to get away. Then she thought better of it and pressed herself down against my finger.
Mike grabbed my head and pulled it down to his prick. I began to suck on his cock, stretching my lips wide to accept his huge tool. I could taste my own cunt-juice on his prick.
Now we had nearly completed the triangle. I reached out and pushed Susan's head down to my pussy. Susan had never eaten pussy before. At first, her tongue probed hesitantly. After a few seconds, however, she began to lick my gash enthusiastically.
Anxious to complete the triangle, Mike grabbed Susan's thighs. He pulled her close and began munching on her cunt. Now we had achieved it – three-way sex as it should be – a mutually satisfying arrangement in which all three were giving and getting pleasure.
I had been waiting for days to feel Susan's mouth on my twat. There was something unbelievably erotic about the feel of her soft tongue on my cunt. Part of it was the tenderness with which she ate me, part of it the knowledge that she had never done it before. She didn't merely lick my cunt, she explored it. Her tongue probed every crevice, every recess of my hole. I started to come.
I tried to hold back, but it was impossible. I had been awaiting this moment for too long. I could only hope that Mike was too busy licking Susan's cunt and having his cock sucked for him to notice. There was no way that I could restrain myself.
My cunt overflowed with pussy-juice and my muscles squeezed Susan's tongue. I writhed back and forth, rubbing my gushing cunt against her face. Susan knew I was coming; there was no way she could have missed the signs. Instinctively, for I gave her no instructions, Susan moved to my clit. She tongued it gently at first, then harder and harder as my orgasm increased in intensity. Somehow, with no experience, she had acquired the skill of an experienced lesbian lover.
Susan reached orgasm soon after I did. As she came, she redoubled her efforts on my cunt. I worked even harder on Mike's cock as my come continued.
Encouraged by the two wild women around him, Mike shot a huge wad of jizz into my mouth. I tried to swallow it and choked slightly. Then I managed to gulp it down, at least most of it.
Cum running down my chin, I let Mike's prick slip out of my mouth. This had already been quite a weekend, I thought to myself. We had only been there two hours and our plan had worked!
This time, Susan didn't try to return to her own bed. She snuggled in between Mike and me. There was plenty of room in the bed, but a lot of it went to waste. The three of us slept very close together. Susan and I faced each other and slept with our arms around each other's bodies, our tits pressed together, our lips almost touching. Mike faced Susan's back. His arms reached around both of us, binding the three of us together.
It took me a while to fall asleep. Susan dozed immediately. I stayed awake savoring the feel of her body against mine. In the dim light, I could see her black beaver and her beautiful tits, the nipples pressed up against my own. I felt like waking her for hours more of uninterrupted sex, but I decided to let her rest. The car trip had been a long one. I wanted her to regain her energy for the rest of the weekend.
I finally napped for an hour or so. I didn't dream at all, or so it seemed. I'm sure that I didn't have the dream again.
When I awakened, Susan's body was pressed even closer to mine, her head resting on my shoulder, her warm breath on my cheek.
I reached my hand down to her twat and gently, very gently, tickled her clit. She moaned in her sleep.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, still asleep.
I moved my finger back and forth a little harder.
"Ohhhh, that feels good," she said sleepily. Her eyes opened.
I fingered her clit more rapidly.
"Lori, that feels great," she panted in my ear.
Is there such a thing as too much of a good thing? At the time, I didn't think so. I still feel that way. There could never be too much of Susan, her delicious snatch and her probing, exploring tongue.
I pushed her face down to my pussy again. We bounced around as we shifted positions and Susan shrugged off Mike's arms.
Not surprisingly, Mike awakened. "Couldn't wait, could you, girls?" he said, his voice betraying a little bit of cynical and scornful resentment.
We didn't even answer him. I kept fingering Susan's clit while she munched on my pussy. It was a delightful position and one that we would enjoy with slight modifications and with the frequent addition of Mike, for most of the weekend.
As adeptly as she had done before, Susan used her tongue to drive me wild. She found the most sensitive part of my clit and softly, ever so softly, tongued it. Meanwhile, I kept my finger in her hole, but bent down to use my own tongue on her tender clit.
The dream had indeed been an omen of good things to come. No position could have been as satisfying as that one, Susan's mouth working avidly on my cunt, my own tongue darting out to flick daintily, but steadily, at her clit.
Mike's resentment must have been building up, but he kept his anger from boiling over. I opened my eyes once to glance up at him. He had a hard-on, so I knew that his own arousal at the sight of our mutual cunt-lapping would cool his anger.
The orgasms I enjoyed with Susan that weekend were the best of my life. The first one had been tremendous, but the second was even better. My nerve endings felt so sensitive, so aware of each slight variation in the pressure she put on my clitoris.
As I approached orgasm, I felt as if my whole body were a cunt, as if Susan were devouring all of me at once. When the orgasm finally arrived, this sense of totality continued. The climax was not confined to my cunt. Instead, my whole body achieved that beautiful feeling, that heaven, that peak of passion. The usual signs were there: a blinding flash, my body thrashing about, my muscles tensing, screams escaping my lips, sounds bubbling out through the mouthful of juicy pussy between my lips. But there was something more, a feeling of well-being that came over me, a glow that suffused my body, my entire body, as I came.
I wanted to give Susan the best orgasm of her life, just as she was doing for me. I tried everything I knew. I sucked on her clit, increasing the suction as my own orgasm hit me harder and harder. I fingered her cunt, too, rubbing up and down against those smooth, wet walls.
Susan's orgasm began before mine had finished, before that wonderful glow had left me. She threw her twat at me and I felt her clit swell against my tongue. I lapped up her dew as it gushed from her spasming hole.
When we had finally finished, Mike looked at us and laughed, a laugh of bitterness, not mirth.
"I guess I'm sort of the extra person around here," he said.
In a way, he was right. I had been deriving most of my satisfaction from Susan. I had climaxed while Mike fucked me, but my mouth in Susan's snatch had stimulated me at least as much as his cock in my cunt. Moreover, my orgasm when Susan had eaten my pussy was far more powerful than my orgasm with Mike's cock inside me. Yet Mike wasn't superfluous. I wanted Susan more than I wanted him, but I did want him and I was sure that Susan did, too. His cock still had a lot of potential for satisfying me, if not as much potential as Susan's soft tongue.
I expected Mike to lose his temper completely, to insist that we return home or at least that Susan and I stay away from each other. Fortunately, he didn't blow up. I guess he could still attribute the intensity of my orgasm with Susan to the novelty of my experience with lesbianism and of my contact with Susan. He was able to tell himself that my preference for Susan was temporary and only that conviction kept him from losing control of himself.
"Oh, Mike. That's not true," I told him, but he looked very skeptical.
This was no time for setting up complex three-way positions. Obviously, it wasn't a time for me to continue ignoring Mike in favor of Susan. It was time for me to act as if it was Mike that I wanted. I knew I couldn't undo all the damage already done, but I felt sure that I could at least lessen his anger.
I dove down to his cock and took it into my mouth. I was determined to give him the best blow-job he had ever received. Susan, with her sensitivity to other's feelings, the same sensitivity that had made her a good lesbian lover so quickly, bent her head down to help. She knew as well as I did that Mike needed attention.
I sucked on his cock, tightening my lips and moving my mouth up and down like a tight cunt. Meanwhile, Susan licked at his balls and at the base of his cock. I was afraid that her mouth would move up the shaft and be near my mouth. If our lips touched, Mike would be upset. Susan was too sensitive for that, too considerate of Mike's feelings. She stayed around the base, then moved back down to Mike's balls. Her head dropped lower and lower. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but from Mike's increasingly hard cock, now rocklike in my mouth, I guessed that she was reaming out his asshole.
I would have liked to shove a few fingers up Susan's cunt or ass, but I didn't. I didn't want to do anything to indicate to Mike that he wasn't my number-one concern at the moment.
I let Mike's wet prick slide out of my mouth. Then I rubbed my tongue on the underside of the shaft, right where the shaft meets the knob. Next I flicked my tongue at the small hole at the end of his cock. It was already moist with pre-cum, that thin fluid that preceded his thicker seed out of his balls and up through his cock.
Susan still worked on his asshole, her tongue making soft, wet sounds as it smacked against his flesh. I found it erotic to have Susan so close, her face a few inches from mine, her body close enough for me to touch if I hadn't been afraid to do so. I had to admit, however, that I also found it erotic to have Mike's enormous prick in my mouth. It was so thick and so long that I couldn't help but be aroused by it and the virility it promised.
I resumed sucking on his cock, trying to pull the cum up out of his balls and into my mouth. Mike didn't keep me waiting long. I felt a few drops hit my tongue. I swallowed them. The Mike grunted with pleasure and satisfaction as he shot a full load of jizz into my mouth. I struggled, swallowed most of it, and let the excess drip down my lips to my chin and then to my tits. Throughout, Susan kept licking at Mike's asshole.
"That felt good, girls," Mike told us, smiling contentedly.
I was sure that he was still a little angry, but we had at least taken some of the edge from it. I was sure that I would hear later about my behavior and just as sure that we would have serious problems, but I was relieved that at least for the moment the tension had decreased. I didn't want anything to threaten our weekend. Whatever happened later, well… it would happen. For now, I just wanted to enjoy what promised to be one of the most blissful weekends of my life.
The weekend turned out better than I had expected and I had been expecting something pretty good. It was sensational! Our only interruptions were for meals and sleep. We spent the entire weekend in various triangles and occasional duos. Whenever Mike seemed anxious or resentful, Susan and I devoted a lot of attention to him and pretended that we weren't more strongly drawn to each other.
The beach was deserted so early in the season. We didn't let it go to waste. We fucked and sucked on the open beach, letting the waves set the rhythm. We fucked and sucked in the dunes, the three of us drawn together by our isolation, out of the wind, but still aware of the overwhelming power of nature around us.
This power of nature must have communicated itself to us. We were tireless. I had never engaged in so much sexual activity in so short a time. Nor had I ever enjoyed it more.
By the end of the weekend, Mike's cock had been rubbed raw by repeated trips into Susan's and my mouths, asses, and cunts. All our holes were sore from his and our own frequent invasions. Nevertheless, it was a delicious pain, one that served to remind us of our earlier ecstasy. If only that weekend could have gone on forever.
On Sunday afternoon, we reluctantly packed up and began the long drive back. Fatigue and pain didn't bother us. We were still emotionally high from the excitement of our orgiastic weekend. We looked back on what we had so recently enjoyed, rather than forward to the long drive home and the problems that might await us there, away from the worry-purging atmosphere of the beach and the waves.