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.
CHAPTER EIGHT
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
