After Midnight (12 page)

I heard Terry undo her pants, and, I knew she was rubbing her naked cock against Sarah. “You mean you want me to fuck you with this, while you're on your hands and knees sucking your girlfriend's dick? Is that what you want, you little slut?” Terry hissed out the last words as Sarah thrashed between us as much as she could. I let go of her nipples and lightly caressed her neck, and that brief brush of my fingers made her cry out.

“Yes, yes. That's what I want,” she said, and we both stepped away. Then, one of each of our hands on her back, we guided her into the bedroom and onto the bed. Sarah looked so beautifully brave; I saw doubt suddenly sneak up on her at times, but Terry and I were both quick to reassure her. I eased my purple dick out of my pants, guiding it through one of the buttons of my jeans so I was still fully dressed. At that sight, Sarah quickly forgot whatever qualms she might have had. While I knelt, my hands behind me against the headboard, she began sucking me. No sooner had her pink lips wrapped around the purple toy than I heard a loud slap and saw Terry had pulled apart Sarah's asscheeks, holding them open so she could view her tiny asshole and hold open her pussy lips. Terry's own cock was a fat blue one, and her face was tight with concentration and arousal, her eyes fixed downward, as she let it rub against Sarah's wet lips.

My girl gulped my cock mightily, her mouth straining as she took more and more in, and I could tell the moment Terry entered her, because she almost gagged, her throat opening up as her cunt was split open, plundered by Terry's invading dick. Sarah slid off my cock and let out little moans—“Uh, uh, uh”—that I recognized well.

Terry was holding on to Sarah's hips, for balance and to keep herself solidly inside. Sarah's body formed an
S
: her head held up to suck me off, her back arching downward so her slight belly undulated near the sheets, her ass arched high above her.
The sight was beautiful, and Sarah was clearly getting everything she'd wanted and more. I grabbed her by the back of her hair and guided her along my dick while I felt my clit swell and my own cunt ache to be filled.

“You like being the center of attention, don't you, birthday girl?” I said, tugging her hair by the roots as she swirled her tongue around my cock, making sure not to miss and inch. Terry was working a fast, steady rhythm, her hips bucking forward and back, sliding the blue dildo in and out of Sarah's juicy pussy. Part of me longed to see for myself the mix of colors, of wet and solid, of flesh and silicone, but I liked the way her lips were moving way too much to pause.

Sarah moaned, trying to talk, but the words simply slipped around the edges of the cock in her mouth and all that came out were garbled noises as she took the entire length of the cock. I felt the pressure of her mouth as she worked her magic, and even more, I felt something being released as she freed herself to enjoy this very special gift. I looked up at Terry's face, and she winked at me then moved her hands so she could squeeze Sarah's cheeks once more, this time while riding her, using her ass much the way I'd used her hair to guide her body for maximum pleasure. Sarah undulated, her body rippling as she accommodated both of us perfectly.

“That's it, you dirty girl, take my huge cock,” Terry said, her voice guttural as she sped up, clearly racing toward her own climax. I suddenly wanted something else, and I pushed Sarah's face gently aside. I yanked open my pants and pushed them down, then got rid of the harness.

I moved closer so that Sarah could plant her tongue directly on my pussy. I needed to feel her, and see her, directly on my body. She zeroed in on my clit, just the way I like it, and then, without even asking me, she slipped the dildo from the harness
where I'd dropped it next to her, and began fucking me with the toy. Her tongue was still circling my clit, pressing against my sensitive nub while I gripped the headboard hard for balance. Now I was the one threatening to lose control. When Terry saw what we were up to, she moved faster, the slurping noises of her cock in Sarah's pussy ringing loudly, almost as loudly as my cries when Sarah shoved the entire dildo inside me while nipping at my clit with her teeth. I'd already been teetering on the edge, and her forceful movements, practically demanding that I come, pushed me over. I felt like I'd been the one tag-teamed, and in a way, between her mouth and the toy, I had. I shuddered powerfully as I came, then slowly sank into the bed, cradling Sarah's face.

Terry bent over Sarah's back and fucked her hard. Sarah held on to me, her arms wide around my hips as Terry's cock took her again and again, until finally Terry let out a satisfied groan. She pulled out and then finished Sarah off with a few quick twists of her fingers, making my girl cry out against my thigh.

I said at the beginning that Sarah doesn't like people to know how much of a slut she is, but that's starting to change. The inevitable lesbian grapevine has made the story of our little threesome legendary, and I catch women winking at Sarah knowingly when we go to the local bar. She eats it right up, winking back and clutching my arm. Getting double-fucked is still her favorite thing to talk about in bed, and she's even suggested she might be able to take something in her ass next time around. However, we've decided to save this for a special occasion, like Sarah's next birthday. Which gives us almost an entire year of preparation—lucky me. Or rather, lucky us.

 

 

 

 

 

I
t all happened during the August bank holiday in 1999.

Claire and I had been bumping into each other and giving each other a good licking and fisting every now and again since the day we'd left school. But sometime around May that year, ideas about fantasy role-play and being the naughty little schoolgirl punished by the strict headmistress had started to creep into our conversations, and the relationship had become more and more intense.

With one of us wearing our old school uniform and the other dressed in a sharp, stern skirt suit, we'd act out our student-teacher fucking fantasies on each other over and over again. But the one thing we really wanted seemed impossible.

We both wanted to be schoolgirls again and to be punished and abused by a gorgeous blonde teacher, just as we had wanted to be when we were at school and were being punished for our “disgusting and disgraceful behavior.”

Finally, after much hard work on Claire's part, our fantasy was coming true. Someone would be visiting us at her house over the long weekend.

Claire had been planning it for a month but had refused to say anything about our visitor. In fact, I didn't even know if it was a man or a woman! I tried to get her to tell me, but she wouldn't crack. All I knew was that Claire was horny as hell at the thought of this person's visit and that she couldn't wait for the day to arrive. She grinned like a Cheshire cat whenever I mentioned it, and when we fucked I swear her honey had never tasted sweeter.

Eventually the big day came and I arrived in the afternoon with a bag of my school uniforms and plenty of knickers. I had packed some normal clothes as well but when Claire saw them she said that I shouldn't have bothered since we'd be schoolgirls all weekend.

Taking me by the hand, Claire took me upstairs and told me to change into my uniform. Eager to find out what was going to happen, I did so as fast as I could.

My pussy was dripping and my breath was quickening as I slipped into my lovely, new, white-cotton panties. And although I loved all this horny anticipation, it was almost a shame when they were ruined less than a minute after I put them on.

I was also watching Claire as she got changed into her pleated blue PE skirt, blouse, tie, white kneesocks, and black shoes.

My heart started to pound in my chest. It was really true. We were both going to be schoolgirls again.

Even while we both stood side by side in front of the dressing-table mirror putting our hair up in pigtails she refused to tell me what was happening. She just stood there grinning, telling me, “You'll find out soon enough.”

Through the thin cotton of her blouse, I saw how hard her
nipples were. She stood with her legs tightly crossed, squeezing her pussy with her thighs. She was obviously very excited about something, and it was getting closer and closer with every tick of the clock.

I pleaded with her to tell me, but she just giggled like a twelve-year-old and led me back downstairs. Once we were there, we sat cuddled up together on the sofa staring at the clock, so horny that we both felt like we'd explode.

Claire was finally starting to crack under the pressure, but she'd only tell me the person would be here at seven o'clock and that if we weren't both behaving like good girls when she arrived, she would be very angry indeed.

At least I knew now we were expecting a woman. But how long would I have to wait before I could lick her out?

Of course, knowing we had to be good girls was like a red rag to a bull, because the only thing better than being naughty was being punished when we were caught.

Claire was the one who started it.

Licking her lips she put her hand between my thighs and stroked my pussy through my damp cotton knickers. Groaning with satisfaction, I reached out and caressed her firm, ripe tits through the cloth of her blouse. In less than a minute we were hopelessly lost in each other's arms and fucking like a couple of bitches in heat.

By the time the clock struck seven we were both a total mess. When someone finally knocked at the door we leapt to our feet with shock.

Claire and I pulled up our knickers and rushed to answer it. We stood side by side, smiling sweetly with our blouses unbuttoned and lipstick smeared everywhere our mouths had been. As soon we opened the door and I saw the face of our new teacher, I realized what Claire had been so horny about.

Standing angrily on the doorstep and towering over us in four-inch stilettos was Claire's friend Paula, a woman I will call Miss Johnson and worship until the day I die.

She wore a stern, charcoal-gray skirt suit with lapels so crisp you could cut your hand on them. Her shoulder-length hair was pulled into a tight bun with not a single strand out of place. As she sized us up with her steely cold eyes peering over the tops of her glasses, her expression truly frightened me, but it excited me too.

Claire and I curtseyed to her, lifting the hems of our tiny pleated skirts to reveal our moist shaven pussies. I didn't dare make eye contact. Even before she had said a word, I was in a submissive and cowering state of mind because she was so domineering she didn't even have to try!

Miss Johnson didn't even say hello. She was obviously disgusted with our appearance, which was just what we'd both wanted. Tutting with repugnance, she held out her car keys and told us to run out and fetch her bags.

At least twenty neighbors would be able to see us if we did what we were told. But having waited for months, we were both so horny we honestly didn't care. So without a second thought, we both muttered, “Yes, Miss,” and curtseyed as we left.

After putting the bags upstairs in the room Claire had prepared for her, we stood patiently in front of Miss Johnson with our hands behind our backs waiting for her to punish us for our slovenly appearance—after the result of our little fuck on the settee.

We stood fidgeting with shame for what felt like minutes as she paced up and down before us, until finally she spoke. As she lovingly straightened our ties and smoothed down our hair, she asked in a soothing voice what we had been up to.

I told her we had been cleaning the house for her, but she was
still curious how our lipstick had become so smeared and why we were such a mess.

We stood as we always had as schoolgirls, hands behind the back and feet apart. She put her hands up our skirts, pulled off our knickers, and groped our juicy pussies. Though she knew what we'd been up to and how horny we must have been, I really think she was shocked to feel just how juicy our pussies actually were.

Fuming and disgusted, she called us lesbian sluts and pulled us one at a time over her knee on the sofa and spanked our bottoms bright pink. As Miss Johnson spanked me, I actually came so hard I sprayed honey all over her hand.

Standing us side by side again, while tears welled in our eyes and we rubbed our sore bottoms, she shoved her fingers up our cunts and asked repeatedly if we were slutty lesbians and if we enjoyed being fisted by her.

Claire and I did our best to deny it as we gasped and wailed, our knees trembling as we grabbed hold of her wrists for dear life, but being fucked so roughly by such a dominant and intimidating figure eventually compelled us to talk.

I must have come twice before Claire finally gave in and confessed. I can tell you now, though, that when Miss Johnson had finished with us, her suit sleeves were soaked with our juices.

I was really quite sad it had ended so soon. It was one of the deepest, most intense, most satisfying fucks I'd ever had. But although the fisting was over, the fucking had just begun.

For the rest of the day Claire and I took turns having our bums and pussies caned, strapped, and paddled. She commanded us to kiss each other and suck each other's tits and eat each other out. Miss Johnson said she was trying to “beat our perverse tendencies out of us,” and it was exactly what we had been longing for.

The thing I remember most is being forced to sit on Claire's old school desk with my legs apart as Claire bent over and touched her toes, buried her face in my pussy, and licked me out while her backside was being caned—until we were ordered to swap places.

It must have been three A.M. before we finished. We'd come so much that we'd stained the carpet, and our asses and palms were red raw. Even then, we were forced to assist Miss Johnson as she changed into her nightie and got into bed, and then to cuddle up at her feet.