After Midnight

by Chelsea James

  “You’re lying,” she persisted.

  “I’m not.” I downed my drink. My cheeks were flushed not only from the liquor but from the drilling Julie was giving me.

  “You’re trying to tell me that not once during the whole time you were married, you and John never, ever talked about it?”

  “Nope.”

  “Never fantasized about a woman going down on you? Ever?”

  “Er…well…um…”

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” she laughed.

  The alcohol gave me the courage I needed. I was dying to tell her what I really wanted, so I thought, Why not? I could always blame the drinking if things went wrong.

  “To tell you the truth…” I began hesitantly.

  “Yeah! What?” Julie urged.

  “I’ve always been kind of attracted to you,” I practically whispered.

  “Oh, have you now? And what have you fantasized about?” She opened and closed her legs, giving me glimpses of the crotch of her panties.

  I licked my lips, hoping I looked seductive enough. I knew how to flirt with guys but wasn’t sure what would turn on a woman.

  “I’ve wondered what it would be like being naked in front of you,” I told her. “To have you touch and caress me.” I couldn’t believe I’d actually said it.

  “There’s only one way to find out.” She rose from her lounge chair and helped me stand up. She removed my bikini right there on the balcony where anyone could see us. “Is this how you thought it would be?” she said. “Standing naked before me with my fingers brushing against your breasts?”

  “Oh, yes.” I giggled nervously as my nipples hardened under her stroking.

  “Do you like me touching you? Does it make you feel hot and tingly when I touch you here? And what about there?”

  Her hands moved from my breasts, over my hips, to my ass, which she grabbed, squeezing the cheeks as she pulled me gently toward her, her finger slipping into my crack to linger lightly on my hole.

  “Oh, yes. That feels so good,” I told her, my pussy throbbing.

  Julie’s hands were all over me now. As they slipped over my mound and into my slit, my legs went weak and my knees buckled. She pushed me back into my lounge chair and stood in front of me as she slowly peeled off her bikini.

  Her body was magnificent—her breasts full, her nipples dark, begging to be sucked. She had no hair at all on her pussy, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her slit. Her lips protruded slightly, glistening wet with desire.

  She was so at ease with her body, and I envied that, the way she braced herself against the railing, not caring if anyone saw her. She turned to face the beach, giving anyone who might have been looking a bird’s-eye view of her naked body in all its glory. Her sweet ass was right in front of me, begging for me to fondle it.

  Turning back, Julie smiled as she knelt beside me to run her hands over my perky breasts, pinching my rigid nipples before moving down my stomach to my hairy mound, where she roughly knocked my knees apart so she could inspect me.

  I watched as her fingers probed my lips, sliding in and out of the folds, fiddling with the rings I’d had pierced there. She hooked them into her fingers and gently pulled. My pussy gaped open and her nose sniffed delicately.

  “Hmm, that’s one gorgeous pussy you’ve got there,” she said, staring hard at me.

  I didn’t know what to say, so I just lay there with my legs open, the sun beating down on my naked pussy, warming me up—as if I wasn’t already hot enough—and my juices began to flow.

  “Can I lick you? Can I taste you?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I breathed, dying to have her mouth on me.

  “Oh, mmm,” she mumbled into my pussy. “You taste sooooo good.”

  She pulled back, taking in my reaction, then ran her hands up over my tits, squeezing them together before continuing her licking. I watched as her tongue, wet with saliva, lavished me with caresses. Her nose brushed against my clit while she tweaked my nipples between her fingers.

  “Oh, God. That’s beautiful,” I moaned. “Just beautiful.”

  “Look at how hard your nipples are. You like this, don’t you?”

  “Oh, yes. Squeeze them harder. Oh, yeah. Like that. Mmm. Harder.”

  “Like this?”

  “Oh, fuck. Yes.” I arched my back and thrust my breasts toward her as my body convulsed, an orgasm threatening to explode from me.

  “You fucking horny bitch,” Julie said, as her fingers pushed their way inside my saturated pussy and her mouth latched onto my breast.

  “Oh, that feels good…. Bite down. Harder. Oh, yeah, I like that. That’s fucking fabulous.” I pushed my pelvis into her hand as she slammed in and out of me.

  Never in my wildest dreams had I thought it would be this good. My clit throbbed like mad as she sucked and bit my nipple. I held her head firmly, my thighs clenching. Shaking uncontrollably, I kept her there as an orgasm rippled through me.

  I was desperate now. I had to touch her, taste her, feel her—all of her—so I pulled her head up toward me. She withdrew her fingers, which dripped with my juices. She climbed up my body until her mouth was directly over mine, our breasts touching, our pelvises grinding against each other. She lowered her head to kiss me, my wetness smeared all over her face, the taste of me thick on her lips.

  Her kiss had me reeling. Weak, I pushed her away from me, grabbing at her tits, my chest rising and falling as I breathed heavily. With my juices running down the inside of my thighs, I grabbed her, dragged her inside the room, and threw her on the bed.

  Her legs opened, and I fell between them, enjoying my first taste of another woman. My head spun as I licked her hard, my tongue lapping at her, licking her clit, probing under the hood then flickering over her clit again. I pulled her into me, breathing in her scent, before my hands roamed upward to knead those luscious breasts.

  “Oh, yeah. Squeeze my nipples,” she said. “I love it. Oh, yeah. Your tongue…that’s great, just great.” Her knees tightened, holding me securely.

  “Like that?” I whispered, wanting reassurance.

  “That’s perfect. Just perfect.”

  Her hairless pussy tasted fantastic. I lapped at her lips, my tongue slipping in and out of the folds. With my tongue flat, I licked her hole then delved between the folds to find her clit, which I sucked into my mouth. I pulled her lips apart, pushed my fingers deep inside her, the warmth and scent of her pussy intoxicating me.

  “I love it… You taste so good,” I said as I pulled back, my face wet with her hot juices.

  “Kiss me,” Julie begged. “I want to taste myself in your mouth.”

  “I can’t get enough of you,” I told her, grabbing her tits and nipping the flesh with quick bites.

  I kissed her hard, my tongue searching out hers, but I wanted more.

  I turned her over and showered her with kisses, working my way down her spine until I came to the cleft of her asscheeks. I ran my tongue over her hole and licked lazily over it. I hunkered down, pulling apart her cheeks and enjoying the feel of her puckered skin before inching in a finger.

  “Oh, yes,” Julie sighed.

  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.

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bsp; “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.

  CONTROL FREAK

  Tanya Turner

  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.