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
