Martha's frenzied climax encouraged Mike. He ate my cunt voraciously while he shoved his cock up into Martha's bucking snatch, rising into the air to meet her each time she descended.
Mike came next. His tongue snaked way into my cunt and stayed there. I looked down and saw that all his muscles had tensed. I could see a few drops of jizz drip out of Martha's twat as Mike's load filled her to overflowing.
I was the only one who had not come. I knew that I had to do something so Mike wouldn't be upset later when Martha made me climax.
I tried to make it feel better. I pushed my cunt down on Mike's face, pressing it against his mouth. It felt good, but not as good as Martha's mouth had felt.
I did the only thing I could do. I exaggerated my pleasure. I yelled and screamed and contracted my cunt muscles as if I were enjoying one of the best orgasms of my life. His tongue had felt good on my snatch, but not that good. I hoped my act had footed him.
I felt slightly frustrated at my inability to climax with Mike. It was the first time since I had met him that he had been unable to bring me to orgasm. Still, I wasn't too upset. I knew my frustration would disappear soon when Martha ate my cunt out. I wouldn't remain unfulfilled for long.
Mike took charge of our next triangular arrangement. Martha had directed the first scenario and perhaps Mike had resented a woman taking control of things. Or maybe he just thought his idea was a good one. Whatever his motivation, he began to order Martha and me around.
'Lie down on this, Lori,' he said, holding up a pillow from the sofa.
He put it down on the floor and I did as he asked. I lay down with the pillow underneath my rib-cage. That way, my ass and cunt were elevated into the air.
'Now you lie down in front of Lori. Spread your legs wide for her,' Mike told Martha.
Now I realized what he had in mind. I would eat Martha's pussy while Mike would fuck me from behind. I wondered if he would screw me in the ass or in the cunt.
Martha lay down in front of me and spread her legs wide, her dripping snatch open to view. Then Mike lay down on top of me and shoved his prick into my cunt.
The position offered entertaining vistas for all three: Martha could look down and see me licking her cunt; I could look into her beautiful twat; Mike could look down and see my ass or he could look up slightly and see me eating out Martha.
Martha's cunt tasted differently than it had tasted the other night. I recognized the familiar taste of jism mixed in with her cunt-juice. It was not an unpleasant taste, but it was different than the taste of her pure, unadulterated pussy-cream.
I lapped it up as eagerly as I had lapped up her cunt-juice a few nights before. I gulped it greedily, taking it into my mouth and then swallowing it.
Meanwhile, Mike's prick moved in and out of my cunt. Doggie-style fucking was one of my favorites. I enjoyed the feel of Mike's hairy thighs against the smooth flesh of my ass. Moreover, the thickest part of Mike's prick came into frequent contact with my clit, more so than in more conventional positions.
Mike seemed excited by the sight of my blonde head buried in Martha's snatch. The sound excited him, too. We made a lot of noise, Martha's loud exclamations of pleasure joining the soft, pleasing sound of my rhythmic lapping on her cunt. Mike fucked me so hard that he drove me forward on each thrust, pushing me closer to Martha's straining snatch. I felt as if I would disappear into Martha's hole if Mike kept slamming his cock into my cunt so furiously.
Martha had the least patience. Her hands shoved my head closer to her cunt, combining with the force of Mike's thrusts to press my face tightly against her dripping snatch. I could tell that Martha's climax was approaching, so I moved my tongue as fast as I could along her trembling clit. I also shoved one finger into her asshole. I didn't move cautiously. I shoved until the entire length of my finger had disappeared in her shitter.
My finger in her ass was all Martha needed to reach orgasm. Her ass muscles closed on my finger and juice poured from her cunt all over my face. She rotated her crotch feverishly while her hands pressed insistently on my head.
I wanted to come, knowing that if I did, it would make it easier for Mike to accept my lesbianism. I threw my ass and cunt up at him, daring him to fuck me harder.
Mike didn't let me down, but I still couldn't come. In and out, his steel-hard rod efficiently fucked me, but I didn't even come near climaxing.
Again, I put on an act. Partially smothered by Martha's cunt, soft moans escaped my lips. I contracted my cunt muscles op his cock and rolled back and forth beneath him as if I were lost in the throes of orgasm. I prayed that my act was good enough to fool him once again.
Excited by what he thought was the two of us coming, Mike popped his wad. He lurched forward and let go, filling my twat with his load. I felt the hot spunk coat the inside of my cunt and then overflow, dripping down my thighs, but even that wasn't enough to drive me to orgasm.
Mike pulled his cock out. Then he pointed his cock at the entrance to my asshole. A few drops of cum dripped into my bung. My ass had always been extremely sensitive and the hot jizz felt good as it dripped into the tiny, dry hole. I wondered if I would have come if Mike had fucked me up the ass, but I decided that I probably would still have failed to orgasm.
I hadn't been shocked at Mike's inability to bring me off with his tongue. After all, he couldn't hope to match a woman's expertise in that area. I was surprised, however, that his prick hadn't brought me to climax. I had difficulty with Barry, of course, but Barry wasn't Mike. I had expected Mike's big prick to maintain its power over me, no matter how anxious I was to have Martha lick out my snatch.
I was tired, exhausted, and a little worried, but I was still anxious for what had to be next on our agenda. Logically, the next step would be for Martha to eat me while Mike fucked her.
Mike had another suggestion, however, and it both alarmed and cheered me. 'I'd like to watch you two,' he said.
I would have to be careful. If Mike were watching, he would be more likely to notice bow I responded to Martha. I decided that whatever happened, however good it felt, I would not show my feelings. I would act like I enjoyed it, of course. But I would not let my husband know how much I was enjoying it.
It was time to begin. I removed the pillow from underneath my stomach and rolled over on my side. Martha lay down next to me, her head next to my cunt, my head next to her cunt.
Mike sat down on the couch to watch. 'Take your time, girls,' he told us. 'Don't rush. I've been looking forward to seeing this.'
Simultaneously, Martha and I buried our heads in each other's pussies. We started slowly, licking and nibbling around the edges of each other's cunts without moving to the real goodies.
I thought I would die with expectation as Martha's soft tongue caressed my flesh. I couldn't hold myself back and I moved up after a short while to Martha's slit. Following the instructions she had given me last time, I plunged in to her wet gash. Then I drew my tongue out and transferred the sticky spit and cunt-juice to her clit. I hoped that she would immediately do the same for me.
Martha waited a few seconds before following suit. She moved her tongue beyond my cunt first. She probed into my asshole, tickling it on the outside, then going inside a few inches.
Next Martha moved her tongue to my cunt. She went in for the juices, then devoted her attention to my clit. This was what I wanted. I felt like digging my fingers into her flesh, pulling her closer to me, but I held back, afraid what Mike would think.
Martha vibrated her tongue against my clit and, for an instant, I thought I would lose control. Somehow, I kept my passion bottled up inside me. I continued to lick at Martha's cunt, but I didn't moan, tear at her, or give any other signs that my passion was so incredibly intense.
As if by prearranged plan, each of us stuck one finger into the other's cunt-hole and moved the other hand around to grip each other's asses.
Martha ate my cunt as skillfully as she had done before. She tongued my clit softly at first, while my passion increased. Then, as I got more and more aroused, she used her tongue more vigorously, pressing my clit from side to side then running the very tip of her tongue up and down the tiny shaft.
A few moments of such stimulation and I was ready to come. By now I had forgotten all about Mike and about my concern for what he would see and hear. I held Martha as tightly as I could while my greedy tongue
