After Midnight (14 page)

I stared openly into Talia's dark, sparkling eyes, and she fed more of the dildo into my mouth. I sort of bobbed my head back and forth on it like I was sucking a guy's dick. Then Talia pulled the dildo out of my mouth, all wet and glistening, and stuck it in hers.

I could hardly breathe. She put her arm around my shoulder again. She slid the dildo out of her mouth, swirled her pink tongue all around it, then slid it back into my mouth. I kind of quivered with excitement, feeling the incredible heat of the girl, her softness; my pussy was so damp and squishy I thought I would wet the bed.

Talia glanced at the TV, and I followed her eyes, still sucking on the dildo. We both watched what the brunette was doing to the whimpering blonde with her pink dildo. Then Talia shoved me back on the bed. She pushed my skirt up to my tummy,
exposing my soaked panties, and I knew what she was going to do to me.

I held my breath, the blood pounding in my ears. Talia pushed my legs apart and touched my panty-covered cunt with the dildo. “Yes!” I yelped, my body jumping. Shaking all over, I grabbed the bedspread.

Talia rubbed the dildo against my electrified pussy, sending blazing sparks all through me, setting me on fire, turning me wetter and juicier than I'd ever been. Then she slipped a hand inside my blouse and grabbed on to one of my titties.

“Fuck, yes!” I hollered.

Talia grinned at me. She expertly popped my bra open at the front, covered one of my naked boobies with her warm hand, and squeezed. I absolutely flooded with joy. I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut and let the wicked heat wash all over me. Over and over, Talia stroked my pantied coochie with the dildo, groping my boobs and rolling my blossomed buds between her fingers. I took it and loved it, shivering with delight.

“I'm…I'm gonna come, Talia!” I wailed.

“Nope, not yet you aren't,” she said. She pulled her hand out of my blouse, and the dildo away from my smoldering pussy.

I scrambled up onto my elbows and squirmed higher onto the bed as Talia gripped my sodden, heart-patterned panties on either side and yanked them down my legs. My face burned even brighter when I felt the warm air and Talia's eyes on my exposed coochie. My blonde fur was all shiny with moisture, my lips red and puffy with excitement.

Talia tossed my panties aside, then climbed on the bed and touched my bare pussy with the dildo. I jumped. The blonde on TV hissed, “Fuck me!” at her girlfriend, and I hissed, “Fuck me!” at Talia.

She plunged the dildo into my slit.

“Oh, my God!” I squealed.

Talia shoved the dildo all the way into my steaming cunt. And that cocky pink thing was at least ten inches long! I almost squirted right then and there, but I managed to control myself—barely. Talia eased the dildo out of my slit then plunged it all the way back in again. She pumped me ferociously, grabbing one of my boobs and really pounding my slit.

I stared at her, all wild-eyed, my body rocking back and forth, my head spinning, my pussy buzzing with a warm, wet sensation I'd never gotten going solo. The blonde on TV suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs, her body jerking, girl juice actually jetting out of her cunny and into her lover's face.

I trembled, out of control, a way-serious tingling building up in my pussy, pumping higher and higher with every stroke of the dildo. Talia fucked me faster, pulled on my buds. When she lowered her head and licked at my clit, it was too much for me.

“Mmmm, yes!” I shrieked, tensing then exploding. A humungous orgasm went off in my dildo-stuffed cunny and crashed through me. Quickly followed by a second—and then a third!

I gushed hot juice all over Talia's flying hand, onto her outstretched tongue, shaking like she'd Tasered my pussy. I totally lost it for a solid minute or so, fucked to the most awesome ecstasy ever by my wicked girlfriend Talia.

I don't know if I passed out or what, but it seemed like a long, long time later that I felt someone kissing me—kissing my boobs, nibbling on my nips. My eyes flickered open. It was Talia.

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, and my head spun and I saw stars. I was groggy, still glowing with the warmth of multiple orgasms. I licked my lips and was about to thank Talia for the truly wonderful experience when she said, “My turn.”

I tried to focus, to figure out just what she meant. Things got a whole lot clearer when she stood up, took off her blouse, and peeled off her jeans. The girl didn't believe in underwear—she was totally naked!

I blinked my eyes and stared at Talia's skinny bod. Her titties were way smaller than mine, barely more than two bumps and a pair of cherry-red nipples. But those nipples were something, long and hard and pointing straight at me. Her coochie was completely shaved bare, her lips pouty and slick looking. She had a silver barbell in her bellybutton and a black butterfly tattooed on her lower tummy.

“Um, what do you want me…?”

Talia pointed at the TV. The porno movie was, amazingly, still going, the blonde giving it to the brunette from behind with a strap-on dildo.

I gulped. Talia grinned. Then the crazy chick lifted a black belt with a big red dildo attached to it out of the box of goodies next to the bed. I'd never even seen a strap-on in person before, let alone knew how to use one. Talia showed me.

She pulled me off the bed and fastened the belts around my hips and bum, the bright, red dildo sticking out ludicrously from my cunny. It felt weird wearing that thing, and a little loose. Talia cinched me tighter, and the dildo part pressed firmly against my pussy. Then she dropped to her knees and started sucking on the foot-long cock.

“Yeah, um…suck me,” I mumbled, totally unsure of myself. I grabbed on to Talia's shiny hair and pulled her head closer.

She liked that. “Make me suck you off, bitch!” she hissed, staring up at me.

I jerked her head forward, and she gagged on the dildo, coughing and spluttering when I quickly pushed her head back. She attacked the dildo again, and I yanked her head forward
again, forcing her to swallow my cock.

I planted my feet and gritted my teeth and held her there, her cheeks bulging, her eyes watering and nose running. When I finally pushed her head back, she gulped and choked, the dildo popping out of her mouth all drippy and slimy with spit.

She sucked me some more as I watched the women on TV, how the blonde gripped her girlfriend's waist and pumped her hips, pumped the brunette. My cunny got all tingly with the sight of those sexy women and the friction of the strap-on rubbing me the right way as Talia sucked.

I pulled the girl's head up. “I'm gonna fuck you!” I growled, sounding all tough and experienced. I hadn't even had full-on sex with a guy yet, for God's sake, let alone with a girl.

Talia jumped to her feet and kissed me, stuck her tongue in my mouth and swirled it around. I got all warm and fuzzy, and I tried to grab her and lick her back, but she wriggled out of my hands and dove onto the bed. She got up on all fours and shook her skinny butt at me, daring me to do her.

I followed her onto the bed, my prick bouncing up and down like it had a life of its own. I kneed in behind her, put my hands on her bum, then stopped and tried to catch my breath. It was totally nuts—sweet little Daddy's girl Daisy getting ready to screw another girl with a strap-on dildo while hard-core lesbian porno played in the background. It was wild and crazy and absolutely wicked, and I went for it.

I gripped Big Red and shoved the tip of it into Talia's glistening cunt lips. I had to kind of feel around for her hole for a second, but I found it. When I did, Talia impatiently shoved back, burying the plastic prick to the hilt inside her.

The impact of her slamming ass-backward against me sort of stunned me, rocked my pussy and my brain. Her smooth skin was hot against mine, and I could smell her dripping pussy. The
strap-on moved against my own pussy as Talia wiggled her ass, and I got all damp and dizzy like before. Was I seriously going to have full-on sex with another girl? You bet I was! I moved my hips, sliding my cock back and forth in Talia's stretched-out slit.

“Yeah! Fuck me, bitch!” Talia yelled, twisting her head around and glaring at me.

I grabbed onto her waist like the woman in the movie and really pumped my hips. I got a smooth, fast rhythm going, slamming the plastic cock into Talia's pussy, her lips gripping the pistoning dildo, my thighs smacking loudly against her rippling buttcheeks.

“Harder! Faster!” she screamed.

I went as fast as I could, digging my fingernails into her flesh. The dildo flew back and forth in her hole, the bed creaking and banging the wall. Talia clawed at the bedspread, moaning, matching the ecstatic moans of the brunette on TV. Then she suddenly tensed up, muscles locking in her back and arms. I pounded her even harder, and she was jolted by orgasm.

“Fuck almighty!” she wailed, shuddering with ecstasy.

I kept right on fucking her—fucking her and fucking myself—the friction on my clit sending me sailing all over again. We came together, both of us blown away by the wet and wild ride.

 

It was when we were cleaning things up a bit that bad-girl Talia 'fessed up to the fact that she actually lived with her father, not her “lesbian” mother. The porno magazines and DVDs were his, the many sex toys hers.

 

 

 

 

 

F
rom the back she really looks like a sailor: Tight white pants. Broad shoulders. Short-cropped hair. The nape of her neck is bare and sexy. The uniform fits her very well, and I pretend for just a moment that she isn't dressed up in some very obvious costume at a party that feels like the fetish prom. From the front, she's very much a girl. Freckles, thin nose, high cheekbones defining a decidedly feminine face that I'd bet is the bane of her existence.

The room reeks of propane from the fire show. Earlier, two women danced around each other in a way that was supposed to be sexy. They swallowed huge, silicone cocks with flaming ends, made a big show of their tattooed bodies and pretended to fuck each other. They had everything going for them—beauty, style, even enthusiasm—but it was all too staged. They were too black and shiny and clean to be having real sex. They looked like a movie. Like some teenage witchcraft rip-off, straight-to-video
bullshit. “Stop trying,” I said out loud. “Put your rubbery clothes back on and go back to your co-ops.” Even the girls on the dance floor, in their PVC outfits and bondage gear, looked bored. They need rape scenes or foot-fucking—murder and mayhem. Something spectacular to get them off. A little half-assed flaming-sword-swallowing doesn't get anything going for this crowd.

Girls are coughing from the thick greasy air. And a few have passed out on the dance floor like little latex canaries—only to be escorted from the building by EMTs who assure us they will be fine and tell the rest of us we need to go outside and get some air.

All the good beer is gone. The music is bad. I am feeling lightheaded and loose, and looking for trouble. For a moment, my sailor disappears from sight and I panic, thinking I won't get a second chance. But she resurfaces among a group of tranny boys, all huddled together away from the girlie-girls, like little kids at recess. Her beautiful face looks a little bit mean even though she's laughing. Looking at her makes me feel sexy, and I wonder what it will take to get a girl like that to fuck me. Then I remember that we all want to fuck someone.

The club I'm in is normally a gay men's porn theater. Live jack-off shows, the works. But tonight it's been rented out for a lesbian fetish party and latex-clad enema nurses are chatting with Catholic schoolgirls. I came with my girlfriend Steph, who likes these parties more than I do. She's having fun, chatting up the cute little boys and girls. All of our friends are here. Every once in a while she brings me a beer, pats my head, kisses me and then goes back to our circle of friends. Normally I'd join her, but tonight it's boring to me. Same people, same outfits. The beer helps some but not enough. I've just been hanging around the bar staring at everyone. I don't even feel like dancing.

I head outside and bum a smoke from a group of shrieking, silly girls in marabou boas. A gorgeous redhead in a pink plastic skirt offers me a cigarette, which I accept, but I decline her offer of a light. Instead I go looking for some solo leather-jacketed type with a well-worn Zippo. Hey, we all have our fantasies. The truth is, I don't even smoke. I just want something to wrap my lips around—something to keep my mouth and hands busy. When the sailor walks outside, my spirit lifts. She notices me standing there expectantly with unlit cigarette, and I feel a little obvious as I hold it up to be lit. We don't say anything. Up close she's even prettier. Blue eyes, black hair. I'm too tense to flirt with her so I just look down at my hands.

“Are you having fun?” she finally says to me as she holds her silver Zippo to my cigarette.

I grasp her hand to steady the flame and she winks at me in a gesture that's both boldly flirtatious and totally cheesy. “Not really,” I answer.

“Seen it all before, huh?”

I can't tell if she's making fun of me, so I shrug and we stand there smoking in silence for a long moment. Then she stubs out her cigarette and walks back inside.

I feel a foreign sensation as she leaves. I can't place it. And then I recognize it as desire.

Her smug face, her perfect stance—all of it both pisses me off and makes me wet between the legs. I don't know what it is about attitude that can get my panties so in a knot. But give me a cool babe over a nice one any day. I crumble.

As I'm finishing my smoke, Steph walks outside looking for me. She offers me another smoke, so I take it. Still feeling warm and riled up, I study her face closely.
I can pick 'em
, I think. She's really gorgeous. Handsome is a better word, I guess. Her sandy-brown hair keeps falling into her eyes. She's so relaxed
and happy and sexy that I feel a twinge of guilt for taking her so for granted. Then she puts her arm around me and protectively walks me back through the door.