After Midnight (3 page)

She pushed back into my face, obviously enjoying what I was doing. I lay on her back, my hard nipples poking into her, while I thrust my pelvis forward, imitating a cock, riding my pussy over her gorgeous ass.

Wiggling out of my grasp, she rolled over and pulled me toward her. We wrestled together, laughing as we grappled at each other before she assumed a sixty-nine position over me.

“Oh, that's feels great,” I said. “Bring your pussy down on me…further…quickly. Come on, stop teasing me…. Bring that hairless cunt to me.”

She laughed as she lowered herself over me, and we nuzzled into each other, licking, sucking, and exploring. My fingers dug deep into her soft flesh then plunged inside to finger her. Her juices oozed out to mingle with my saliva before I rubbed her hardened nub madly and brought her to an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Oh, God!” she screamed. “That's so fucking good. Are you sure you've never done this before?”

“Never,” I laughed. “But I'll be doing more of it in future. Fuck, I love your cunt.”

I adore the word
cunt.
So raw, so powerful. As I dipped my fingers back inside her I wondered
why
I'd never done this before. It was fucking amazing.

“Finger me deeper,” Julie said. “Deeper, deeper. Harder, yeah. Fuck me harder…harder. Oh, yeah.”

“You're so fucking hot and wet,” I told her. “So fucking horny.”

“Oh, yeah, baby. Harder…harder…I'm coming…”

I went wild, finger-fucking her like crazy, my fingers swimming inside her soaked cunt as she ate me out.

“Quick. Rub my clit,” she said. “Yeah…more. Keep going.”

“Fuck. Faster. Faster…”

“Rub harder,” she said. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Like that. Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm coming…I'm coming…”

“I'm coming too,” I moaned. “Faster…right there. Keep going…keep going…”

“I'm coming…coming… Oh, God yes…”

We lay there together until Julie slipped from the bed. Confused, I called out to her and she came back wearing a dildo. I spread my legs hungrily, eager for a good fucking.

“When we're finished here,” she said, “we're getting dressed to the nines, and tonight we're bringing back some women.”

“What?” I laughed.

“Come on now, someone as horny as you? Don't tell me you've never fantasized about a foursome.”

“Threesome, foursome, orgy—what's the difference?” I said. “When I'm with you I want it all.”

She lay on her back, the dildo pointing skyward. I impaled myself on it and watched her gorgeous face light up as I slid up and down the shaft. Coming here with Julie had taken our relationship to an entirely new level.

I knew we were going to have a good time, a real fucking good time.

 

 

 

 

 

I
didn't know quite how much of a control freak my friend Cindy was until we had a threesome. That's when her true nature made itself known. And by that point I was naked and more than willing to cater to her whims. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Cindy and I had been friends for a few years, meeting at professional conferences and conversing via email. When she told me she was moving to New York to live with a woman she'd met online, I was thrilled, and we proceeded to paint the town red, sometimes with her girlfriend Emma, sometimes on our own. Plenty of our booze-soaked nights ended with our making out on some couch in the corner of a dive bar, or her coming home with me and our falling on top of each other; having lusty, drunken, sloppy sex, and waking up in the morning with our hair plastered every which way, our throats dry and our bodies sore. Emma was more of a stay-at-home kind of girl, but she didn't mind our carousing. Until that fateful night,
everything was separated by neat dividing lines. I'd eat calm, adult sushi dinners with the two of them, and have long, rambling conversations over Sapporo and spicy tuna, with barely a hint of sexual tension in the room.

But one afternoon, Cindy asked me if I'd consider having a threesome with them. “Almost every night we've been talking about bringing someone else into our bed,” she said. “Emma wants to watch me with another girl, and well, you're the most likely candidate. In fact—well, don't get upset—but I sometimes tell her about what we do together, and it makes her so wet, you wouldn't believe it.”

“Really?” I raised my eyebrows. “Quiet little Emma, with the sweaters and pearls? Who drinks her tea and is so polite all the time?”

“Believe me, Tanya. In bed she's nothing like she is when you've seen her. The only thing is, well, she wants to watch us, and she and I might fool around, but I don't want you two having sex.”

I got the feeling Cindy was afraid that Emma, or I, might like it just a little too much. I didn't really see how we could have a proper threesome when two of the three people involved weren't supposed to so much as make out, but my curiosity got the better of me. Most of my escapades with Cindy had been almost afterthoughts, fueled as much by boredom and alcohol as anything else. It wasn't like we were so ravenous we couldn't keep our hands off each other. But maybe that was only because I'd considered her taken. Plus, we'd been friends for so long. Even so, my mind churned with the possibilities, my pussy throbbing almost despite myself.

“Okay,” I told her. “I'm in. What's the plan?” Cindy's the kind of girl who
always
has a plan.

“How about Saturday night? Our place. Eight o'clock. Wear
something sexy,” she said, her fuchsia lips only slightly lighter than her magenta bob, both offset by her super-pale skin. Her cool brown eyes stared into mine with their laser-beam focus, and I couldn't have said no even if I'd wanted to. With her unique fashion choices, Cindy could never have gotten a job in corporate America, but she has a way of getting what she wants that rivals any CEO, male or female, around.

I spent the next three days hunting for the perfect outfit. All my lingerie seemed dated, over the top, or boring. I needed something new, special. I went to my favorite local shop, my nose quivering as I stepped into the overly scented boutique, my nostrils immediately invaded by the ticklish feather boas lining the walls. I zoomed in on an old-fashioned-looking one-piece, a baby-blue and black lace slip, sheer and gauzy, really just a wisp of fabric. It had matching panties, not a tedious thong but something real and sexy that would actually cover and cling to my ass, drawing attention to it with every move. Part of me knew it was silly to blow a quarter of my paycheck on something that would likely only stay on me for a brief time, but I needed it to get me in the mood. As intrigued as I was by the idea of getting to know the mysterious Emma a little better, I was a little unnerved by Cindy's take-charge attitude. I was used to it one-on-one, liked it even, but how would that play out with the three of us involved?

I made the purchase, tucking the new lingerie away with a little potpourri-scented satchet until the big night. I barely ate anything all day, picking at my bowl of cereal, swigging tea and finally a glass of wine before I donned my delicates. Over the undies and slip, I wore a simple dress and my signature fishnets, along with spiky heels, grateful Cindy and Emma only lived two blocks away. I spritzed my cleavage, neck, and wrists with my favorite scent, and I was off. When I arrived, their cozy one-bedroom apartment was filled with candles.

Cindy greeted me with a lusty kiss, pinning me to the door as she slid one leg, barely covered by her vinyl miniskirt, between my legs. She pressed her knee against my crotch, moving much faster than I'd have expected. I let her kiss me for a minute then pushed her away, not sure what was about to happen. I'd shown up for a threesome, but suddenly I was unsure. I scanned the room for Emma and spotted her in one corner. She had a slightly nervous look on her face, just like I did. I smiled at her, taking in her sweet little white cardigan with a strand of pearl beads, the lacy white tank top underneath, and her long, simple black skirt that wrapped around her tiny body.

I swilled the beer Cindy handed me and let the cold, soothing liquid fill me with courage. Not that I needed it, particularly, but these situations can be nerve-wracking. But then Cindy moved in to save the day, summoning Emma and me to the couch and planting herself between us. She turned to kiss Emma, pressing her wet, beery lips up against her girlfriend's, teasing her with quick darts of her tongue, before she turned back to me. When she sucked on my lower lip, I moaned, and her hand went to my nipples. I took a peek at Emma to see if she looked uncomfortable, but she didn't seem to mind.

Cindy placed her beer on the floor, then returned to my breasts and twisted both nipples as Emma took off her sweater. She had what my friends and I call “secret boobs”—the kind that look fairly average until a girl unveils them to reveal herself as the next incarnation of Dolly Parton. Wow! I was in awe, especially since her cardigan and every other shirt she owned had managed to keep these amazing tatas hidden. I longed to touch them and play with them, much like Cindy was doing to me, but I couldn't. I'd promised Cindy she would be the center of attention. So instead I pushed her down, making her tumble on top of Emma. I placed my hand on her inner thigh, then
lightly brushed it against her panties. Both girls were lying on their backs, Cindy pressing against Emma, her head cushioned by ample breasts. I wanted to touch both of them at once—after all, there were three of us—but when my hand dipped from Cindy's thigh to Emma's, Cindy reached down and quick as a flash set me straight.

“You can only touch me, remember?” she said, and I resigned myself to having one pretty girl to play with—not a bad deal, really. I eased off her panties and pushed up her skirt while Emma played with Cindy's nipples. Our ringleader let out delighted squeals as I pushed my head between her legs and ate her out, my tongue cold with the latest sip from my chilly beer bottle. I licked and lapped and sucked and feasted on her responsive pussy while she gyrated her hips, pushing against me until she finally came, trembling between us.

I crawled on top of Cindy, the three of us forming one big pile. Cindy and I kissed while my fingers lazily trailed up and down her arm. Then she slipped her leg between mine, pressing against my own moistness, and we almost fell off the couch. She sat up, and it was her turn to push me down. She lifted first my dress, then my slip, revealing my recent purchase, which was now totally wet with my juices.

Cindy peeled down my panties and dipped her fingers lower to stroke my wetness, and I let out a fierce cry, pushing back against her to try to get her inside me. But apparently she had other plans. “Emma, put your finger in Tanya's ass,” she said. I was shocked at this turn of events! I thought Emma and I were supposed to stay away from each other, but I wasn't going to argue.

I heard muffled whispers while I waited patiently for someone—by that point, my body on the verge of exploding, I didn't care who—to touch me. I peeked behind me when I felt soft, warm fingers stroke my ass. Emma's hands were small, but they
felt incredible. She wasn't as fast and fierce as Cindy, but it was a nice change of pace.

Cindy got up from the couch and sat on the floor near us, watching. Then Emma did something I completely didn't expect: She leaned down, and with her small pink tongue she licked my asshole. Her tongue darted along my puckered flesh, and I felt my panties bunch against me as her mouth made me wetter and wetter. She kept tickling and tormenting me, tapping against my back hole with her tongue until finally she pressed her finger against the wet opening. I let her in right away, and she eased that lone finger slowly between my cheeks. I gripped her tight, clutching her and drawing her deeper into my ass, while her other hand finally stroked my pussy.

Emma didn't even wait for Cindy's permission. She just deftly began working my cunt, her fingers curling and pressing and curving and stretching as the fingers of her other hand pushed deeper into my tight tunnel. Little Emma with the big boobs was proving herself to be one talented dyke. She knew exactly when to touch me, exactly when to press harder and when to pull back, where to stroke and how to bring me tantalizingly close to orgasm before retreating. She was a careful lover, deliberate and economical with her touches. She was focused on one thing and one thing only—my pleasure. Perhaps that's why Cindy had changed her mind, or maybe she'd planned this all along.

As Emma continued to plumb both of my tender holes, I looked at Cindy, who grinned at us with delight. Maybe she'd planned it all along. She's such a control freak about everything else—I'm sure it's hard for her to leave her inner planner at the bedroom—or in this case, living room—door. But I wasn't angry. How could I be when Emma was thrusting into me, using her short fingers to full advantage, fucking me with four of them in my pussy? I could barely move as her efforts wrung out every
drop of my resistance, along with plenty of my juices. When Emma added her thumb, tucking it in and nudging my slick opening, I cried out, tears filling my eyes. I had lost control completely, giving myself over to this girl whose body and talents I'd never really thought much about.

When Emma had gotten her whole hand inside me, she paused, giving encouraging coos as she moved infinitesimally, letting my body come to its own conclusions. I felt myself contract, restrict, pulled as if by gravity to the center of my body, then released like a comet, exploding outward, high above us. We'd moved past the carefree, lighthearted stage of the evening into a space where none of us had control.

When Emma finally extricated herself from me, I buried my head in the couch. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't embarrassed so much as stunned at how deep she'd taken me when we hadn't even kissed, let alone really talked. Maybe we didn't need to in order to go to those deep, dark, mysterious places. Or maybe we just needed someone like Cindy, bless her heart, to guide us.