Don Lewis - Two-way wife

Mike grabbed Susan by the back of the head. I could tell that he was about to come. He gave a small grunt of pleasure and released his load. Susan tried to swallow it, but it was too much for her. The cum frothed up and covered her lips and chin.

She finally spat his cock out and tried to wipe the jizz from her face. "You nearly drowned me," she said, but she smiled as she said it. Obviously, she hadn't minded.

From my spot at the door, I had seen it all. I wished that I could join them. Mesmerized, I gazed at Susan's luscious nakedness. If only I could put my arms around her. If only I could feel her wet, hairy snatch. It was torture to have to watch without being able to participate.

"Now I'll repay you," Mike told Susan.

Susan knew what he meant. For one so young, she had managed to learn a lot. She lay down on the bed and opened wide for Mike. He clambered up on the bed, crouched between her legs, and bent his head to her open cunt.

In the instant before Mike's head blotted out my view of Susan's twat, I stared at it. Her beaver was so thick that it was difficult to see through it to the treasures beneath. I could see the lips of her cunt, barely outlined against the wet cunt hair.

Mike began to eat Susan's twat. The sight was too much for me. My hand moved down to my cunt and I began to finger my own hole, at the same time imagining myself in Mike's place, my tongue licking up the juices of that delicious looking snatch.

As I watched them, I got more and more carried away. My finger moved faster and faster. Then I removed it from my hole and began to stroke my clit, occasionally darting my finger inside to get some moisture to transfer to my clit.

Fortunately, Mike and Susan were so busy that Susan didn't hear the wet, smacking sounds of my finger on my clit and gash. Mike licked away at Susan's pussy, running his tongue in and out of her hole, up and down the smooth walls of her cunt.

Susan made unintelligible little sounds, but I knew their meaning. She enjoyed the way Mike was eating her snatch and she wanted more. Her hands tried to send Mike the same message. They pushed on his head and tried to pinion it between her legs.

At first, Mike's hands rested almost casually on Susan's flanks, but he soon decided to put them to work, too. While his tongue kept licking at her over-flowing hole, he moved one hand up ta her clit and massaged it. He moved his other hand beneath her and slipped one finger into her asshole.

Moving his finger slowly in her small bung, Mike penetrated deeper and deeper. Susan's muscles tightened on his finger and her body moved downward tentatively, as if she couldn't decide whether she wanted his efforts to concentrate on her cunt or on her ass.

She decided to give priority to her cunt. She lurched up off the bed, pushing her snatch in his face, rubbing her cunt-lips against his mouth, shoving that wet pussy at him for him to devour.

"Mike. It feels so good," she moaned.

Then suddenly, Susan leaped up off the bed, arching her body into the air. She went berserk, scratching at Mike's shoulders, screaming, yelling. The bed-springs creaked from the strain as she bounced up and down, throwing her gushing cunt at Mike's mouth.

The sight and sound of Susan's orgasm drove me to diddle my overheated cunt harder. I rubbed frantically at my own clit. Then, as waves of pleasure washed over me, I let myself go, sure that Susan's noisy climax would screen the sounds of my own orgasm.

I slumped to the floor and shoved two fingers of one hand into my cunt. With the other hand, I pushed my clit back and forth. Somehow, I stifled my screams and lay there quietly while I writhed against my own fingers.

I wished that I were with Susan. I comforted myself by the thought that in a few days, if everything worked out properly, I would be running my tongue in and out of Susan's sweet cunt.

My orgasm completed, I stood up shakily and went back to my spot at the door. I noticed with delight that Mike hadn't wasted any time. Before Susan's cunt had lost that wonderful, electric tingling, he had begun to fuck her.

Mike had raised Susan's legs high, lifting them and bending them back so that his weight rested on her thighs. He had done this partly for my benefit, I was sure. The position would give me the best view possible of Susan's cunt as his prick slammed into it. There were other advantages to this position. Mike had positioned Susan's cunt to allow his prick the maximum depth of penetration, more important, she could use this position to bring her cunt and leg muscles into play to give Mike a good ride.

Mike's cock had already spread the outer lips of Susan's twat. His thick cock had pulled the labes apart so that they gaped open invitingly. I wished I could move forward to lick off the glistening drops of juice on those dainty pussy-flaps. Somehow, I held myself back.

Mike entered her cunt carefully. He didn't know if she had been fucked by such a huge prick before. His cock went in one inch, then pulled out an inch, then went in two inches.

She urged him on. "Please, Mike! Give me your cock! Fuck me!" she yelled.

Mike still moved carefully. He didn't want her to find out painfully that his cock was more of a strain on her cunt that she had thought. It seemed to take forever for his cock to go all the way into her hole. Finally, it was in her cunt to the balls.

"It's in, it's in!" Susan yelled in triumph.

Now Mike put the prick to Susan as fast as she wanted. He rocketed in and out of her cunt, plunging his tool way in, then bringing it partway out, then plunging back in her sucking hole even harder than before. His bulk supported by Susan's upraised legs, Mike could fuck as fast as he wanted.

Susan drove up at him, pressing her cunt up against his cock.

"It feels good!" she shouted. "So good! So damn good!"

I smiled at the sound of her words, at the urgency of her monotonous refrain. I had to admit that Mike knew how to fuck a woman. Despite my near obsession with Susan, I felt my own desire for Mike's cock increase.

Mike and Susan thrashed about on the bed, the sounds of the bed-springs a pleasant cacophony to my ears. As I watched, I found my hand wandering back to my dripping cunt. I rubbed my clit, but the first twinge of pleasure was so strong that I withdrew my hand. I was afraid that if I came again, I might lose control and make much more noise that I had when I had climaxed a few minutes before.

I forced myself to tear my eyes away from the enticing fuck-scene on the bed. In a great triumph of will, I walked back to my room and got into bed. It took me a while to fall asleep. Then I slept fitfully. The dream came back to haunt me. It had changed slightly. I was still on the bed, the seductress again, but Susan, our Susan, was the girl standing at the door of the room. The dream ended as she began to lick my pussy!

I slept for a few hours, my dreams realistic enough to make me constantly position and reposition my body as if I were really getting my pussy lapped by Susan. When Mike got into bed, I awakened with a start.

"What was she like?" I asked. I was more curious than jealous at this stage, but I did feel a touch of anxiety over how Mike would react.

"She was just unbelievable," Mike told me. "You saw most of, I'm sure. Who would ever have thought an eighteen-year-old girl could know so much?"

"I saw most of it, but I didn't see it all," I told him. "I watched her suck your cock and I watched you eat her. Then I watched you fuck her. That was enough for me. I got too horny watching so I went to sleep."

"Do you want to hear about the rest?" Mike asked.

"Of course. Tell me everything."

As he began to narrate his story of the night's activities, Mike reached his fingers in between my legs and poked them into my wet gash. I gripped his sticky cock while he told me the story.