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.
CHAPTER NINE
It was a long drive back and, at first, it was uneventful. Only as we drew close to home did problems develop. Those problems were to bring us down quickly from the high we had felt only shortly before.
As our fatigue began to really bit us, we grew more irritable. Mike honked his horn at other drivers, often without any reason. Susan and I constantly bothered him by asking when we would get home. By the time we were an hour from home, we were all at each other's throats, especially Mike and I.
'Maybe I should drop you off that the house and look for another place to live,' Mike said nastily.
'What brought about that brilliant suggestion?' I asked.
'All weekend, I was like someone extra, someone who just happened to be there, but who you didn't really need,' Mike said. 'You both got more excited with each other than you did with me,' he added.
'Oh, Mike. That's not true,' I said. 'I'd rather be with you than anyone.'
'You're full of shit!' he yelled. 'You'd rather be with Susan, let's face it.'
Susan tried to make peace. 'Come on, Mike and Lori. Please.'
We ignored her and kept squabbling.
'Please stop arguing,' Susan said pleadingly.
Then she decided to try another approach. She was sitting between Mike and I. She leaned over close to Mike and kissed him on the cheek. Then she rested her head on his shoulder. I'm sure her intentions were good. She merely wanted to calm him down. He had been the aggressor for most of the argument. Nevertheless, I lost my temper completely. Now I was the jealous one.
'Why don't you two drop me off somewhere,' I said. 'You don't seem to need me.' Mike hadn't shown any real preference for Susan before, but my tired mind imagined that he had. My jealousy was unjustified but real.
Mike decided to make me angrier. 'Where do you want to go?' he asked. I knew he wouldn't do it, but I got madder anyhow.
'Drop me at Martha's. Or Karen's!' I shouted. I knew that would make him madder.
'You fucking dyke!' he yelled back. 'You'll be happy with your head buried in some Goddamn furry snatch.'
Susan still tried to play peacemaker. She moved away from Mike and moved closer to me. She patted me on the shoulder, but I moved away.
