Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2006 09:25:21 +1100 (EST)
From: erica milligan <erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: a mid night naughty

 This is another story in the saga of Florence and Erica.
Obviously it's all about lesbian love and sex. If that
kind of story doesn't interest you then I think you
should leave this site now.
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case it's time for you to leave.
The story is mine and should not be claimed by any other
person however, if you wish you may copy it to your
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pleasure.
The story title is "A MID NIGHT NAUGHTY.
The author is Erica Milligan whose e-mail address is
Erica_muggs@yahoo.com.au
I love to hear from readers telling me what they thought
of the story, nicely of course, and offering points that
I could take into future stories that would improve them.

It was very unusual for me to have to get up and go to
the toilet during the night so I had no idea what had
caused it. I'd gone to bed wearing only a pair of
knickers, not the usual pretty ones that I wear during
the day but a rather baggy pair in plain cotton. Just a
little cooler but I'm sure if Florence had intimated that
she wanted sex I would have worn something much more
alluring for her. As I wandered back to bed she moved and
turned to face me holding out her arms for me. Goodness,
it's only 4 am surely she doesn't want me at this time of
the morning but as I snuggled up to her she said "love
me".  I thought it was a question so I'd said "of course
I do, we wouldn't be here otherwise would we?"

I'd interpreted her remark in entirely the wrong way,
what she wanted was for me to make love to her but being
in my night time dopey condition she could have been
asking me anything and she wouldn't have got a sensible
answer. She'd wanted me to hold her and make love to her
but I couldn't really feel romantic at that time of the
morning and besides my mouth tasted like the bottom of a
parrots cage, the chances of me kissing anybody was
absolutely nil. She was persistent so I got up and
cleaned my teeth, at least now I felt comfortable with
myself, and when I returned to the bed I took her in my
arms.

Better take those baggy knickers off she'd said and I had
to agree that they would put off even the most ardent of
lovers, whilst they were very comfortable they could not
be called glamorous. So, I sat up took them off and threw
them on the floor at the side of the bed then dropped
myself back to the mattress and asked her what had
brought this on, we'd never made love at this time of the
morning. She'd had a confession to make, she'd been
dreaming and in her dream she'd found Madeline fucking
me. Now, you all know that my romance with Madeline had
finished sometime ago when I'd caught her kissing
Victoria at the Lez  Bian  caf‚.

If I was honest with myself I'd have to admit that there
were times when I'd thought about Madeline but since
Florence had come into my life as an almost permanent
fixture I hadn't given any thought to sleeping with
Madeline. Florence had all, or almost all, the attributes
of Madeline plus because we were of similar ages I felt
more comfortable in her company than with Madeline. So, I
suppose you could nearly say that Florence and I were a
"married couple", we weren't living together but we
managed to spend about four nights a week together either
at her house or at mine, like now.

Having sprung her dream on me I was a bit  "put out"
because I didn't think there'd ever been an occasion when
I'd given her any inkling that I wanted Madeline again. I
was just about to start my protest when she jumped out of
bed and threw her knickers on the floor and walked off to
the bathroom. Didn't know what had brought this on, the
jumping out of bed and taking her knickers off I mean but
shortly she came back and said "I'll bet I taste better
now don't I"?  She'd cleaned her teeth too, I hadn't
liked to tell her like everybody else during the night
her breath had smelled unpleasant.

I had no excuse to stay away from her now did I? But as I
went to kiss her she took my hand putting my two first
fingers in her wet pussy. One thing dreaming about
Madeline has done for me she'd said is got me really in
the mood for you and with that she'd pushed me as far in
to her as she could. I'd started to make a move in her
pussy when she'd said "no, leave it to me" and she
started to ride my fingers slowly just lifting her hips
and lowering them again but all the time she'd been
holding my hand in place. Her breathing was starting to
get laboured and as usual when she was aroused her
language was not the kind you'd use in Sunday school, too
many "fuck me baby" were included in her vocabulary.

I'd said let me slip something underneath you, you're
soaking the bed and we have to sleep in it for the rest
of the night but she'd not taken any notice of me rather
she'd started to move her hips even higher and now she
was moving so that she could no longer hold my fingers
still, she was driving them back such was the force of
her thrusts.

As you might have expected I was not immune to the aroma
emanating from her pussy and my arousal was now reaching
its peak. I'd wanted to move my fingers from her pussy
and replace them with my mouth but her strenuous
exertions meant that I couldn't get down to her anyway
and her grip on my hand was far too hard for me to escape
from. I was now trying to get myself in a position where
I could touch myself but lying on my side, as I was, was
making it difficult. Whilst I was struggling to free my
hand to touch myself she'd said "don't you fucking well
dare, concentrate on me". What could I do, one hand was
trapped under me and she'd got such a firm grip on the
other one that I was virtually helpless.

Just about this time she'd said "push harder for fuck's
sake" and really started ramming my fingers in her pussy
but her pussy was leaping forward at the same time,
surely something was going to get hurt if this continued
but there was no relief for me, she just kept ramming me
into her. She'd let out a long moan, OHHHHHHHHHHH and at
the same time her bottom had lifted off the bed and even
more of my hand had disappeared inside her. God, she'd
said, you're wonderful, can't imagine why she'd said
that, she'd done most of the work herself, I hadn't even
got a chance to kiss her. Even though her pussy had
continued to throb, and with every throb more "cum" had
flowed from her, she hadn't let me remove my hand from
her pussy. When I said my hand, that's what I meant, she
was so wet that all of me had slipped inside her, whether
that had happened because of the amount of liquid she'd
let go or whether during the excitement I'd given a
really hard push neither of us would have known. My
beautiful woman had lain there still with my hand inside
her and her juices leaking on the bed sighing and saying
thank you darling, that was just so good.

I hadn't the heart to withdraw my hand from her pussy
although I suspect now that she was relaxing she would
probably tighten on it and if I left it in her for too
long we'd have had difficulty in withdrawing it.
Eventually, her hand had withdrawn it and then she'd
taken it to her lips and kissed it and sucked it trying
to get all the juice from it. That was until I moved my
mouth to it and we'd both kissed and licked my hand
occasionally meeting somewhere when our mouths joined in
a kiss sharing that wonderful extract from her pussy.

After she'd relaxed for a few minutes she'd gone to push
me back on the mattress and I'd guessed that if I'd
allowed it then I could expect her to attack me. Not at
this time of the morning, she may have liked mid night
fucks but I had things to do in the morning so I'd pushed
her away and turned onto my side indicating that there
would be no more hanky panky tonight. But, I was naked
wasn't I so it wasn't difficult for her to touch my
bottom and let her hand wander to my anus. I'd hoped she
wouldn't put herself in there because I don't like it
when I'm `dry", I definitely need some lubrication first.
There was no shortage of lubricant, she'd put her hand in
her pussy and slid several fingers in me, I like anal sex
but I'd rather it happened after my pussy had made some
of it's own juices, I'm just a bit conscious about whose
juices got inside me. Being Florence of course it didn't
make any difference so I bent my body so that my bottom
was more available to her and her nice and slippery
fingers slid in to her knuckles. Not content with having
her fingers in my bottom she began to tease me by
twisting them inside me so that as they withdrew and
twisted it was almost like a corkscrew action that was
reversed as she re entered them again. The next time she
screwed them in the opposite direction and as she
continued I had no idea which way they'd twist next.

I told you I wasn't immune and whilst I hadn't intended
there would be any sex with me tonight how could I resist
her actions. Here I was, thrusting my bottom at her as
she proceeded to poke me with her twisting fingers. But,
not content with having me like that she flipped me onto
my belly and pushed a pillow under me so that my bottom
was really stuck in the air, I wouldn't have made a
pretty picture sprawled out like that. However, it had
made my pussy visible too her besides my bottom and as
her fingers now slid into my pussy her mouth descended to
my bottom and she kissed and nibbled at the flesh of my
buttocks. As long as she hadn't bit me I'd been alright
but her nibbles turned into not necessarily bites but she
drew some of my flesh into her mouth sucking at it. Oh
god, this would leave love bites on my flesh for sure,
I'd definitely have to wear something longer in the
morning or else I could perhaps be showing a bruised
bottom to anybody and everybody.

I was in for more treatment from her as she slid her arm
under me and pulled me off the pillow up onto my knees
and with my elbows on the bed and both my bottom and
pussy were now clearly in her sights. She'd continued to
kiss and suck at my buttocks whilst her closed fist had
been at the opening to my pussy, surely she didn't expect
me to take all of that, I just wasn't ready for it. There
had been quite a lot of pressure on my pussy from her
closed fist but fortunately she hadn't persisted with
pushing it inside me, eventually I got no more than my
two favourite fingers that twisted around as they'd slid
into me and twisted again on their way out. She'd paid
much more attention to my buttocks than she'd ever done
before but now she'd lay down at the side of me lifting
my hand from the bed and sliding underneath me so that my
tits could hang down to her mouth. She'd taken one of my
nipples in her mouth and gripped it with her teeth and
then, my god; she'd pushed my shoulders up and away from
her so that my tits were now stretched out between her
mouth and my chest. Oh fuck, it hurt but she was
insistent that she kept her arms at full stretch. Because
of the drama being played out with my chest I hadn't
noticed that she'd kicked the pillows out from under me
and now my pussy was exposed from underneath. Her fingers
had slid into me, no trouble of course, I was soaking
wet, and she'd told me to fuck her fingers, she wasn't
going to do all the work, I could do some for myself.

I'm finding it difficult to remember all that happened,
she hadn't been this cruel to me before, but apart from
the embarrassment of being put into a position where I
either begged her to fuck me or I did as I was told, I
was extremely happy. So, here I was, fucking her fingers
just as she'd done to my fingers earlier. Slowly, slowly
she'd said as I'd tried to move faster but I knew full
well that I'd either comply with her directions or else
I'd get nothing. My motions slowed almost to a stop and I
seem to recall myself sobbing with desire and I tried to
lower my face so I could kiss her but her other hand, the
one not engaged with my pussy, was holding me at bay.

Out of the corner of her mouth she'd told me to open my
legs so I'd be lower and closer to her body and a I moved
her fingers moved with me not giving me any more length
inside me but just drawing me down closer to her pussy.
Then she'd removed her fingers and pulled me clit to clit
with her and her thrusting had started almost immediately
so that from being finger fucked I was now returning her
thrusts with vigour and sobbing with pleasure at the same
time. She'd now relented and was now no longer holding me
at bay so that now besides being clit to clit we were tit
to tit and even though my nipples had seemed big before
they were now almost inches long and as hard as bullets.
Because of our closeness when I had my orgasm I'm sure I
filled her pussy with my "cum" but I must have either
missed with some or else she just couldn't take all of
what I gave her because I felt it running down her sides.

As I finished I flopped down on the bed at the side of
her breathing as though I'd just run the marathon but
unconsciously my hand had slipped down to my pussy and I
was masturbating again. Fortunately, Florence had grabbed
my hand to stop me saying that there would be nothing
left for the next day if I used "it" all up at once.
Thank goodness she had stopped me because I was a little
sore when I woke up later. She'd got up well before me
and gone through into the main part of the house and
organised the kids to go to school. When I'd got up,
she'd ushered me back to bed saying that I looked "ill"
but I wasn't, I was just "fucked", well and truly.

Somehow or another I had to find some way that would let
me "cum' more than once, so far every lover I'd had
wanted me to "go again" but often this caused me pain so
I was reluctant to even try. There had been special
circumstances where I'd "cum" twice but it was not very
often. Perhaps there was a gynaecologist I could see that
could offer a solution but I'd need to see a general
practitioner first and I didn't fancy  seeing my usual
doctor. I'd rather not tell her that I was now a
practising Lesbian, I'm not sure that she's got a closed
mouth. Although she wasn't as concerned as I, Florence
had suggested an alternative medical practitioner, you
know the ones, always trying to treat you with magic
potions but I was game to try. We tried two and neither
of them could offer a suggestions in fact one of them, a
Chinese lady, thought I had nothing to worry about, at
least I had an orgasm every time I had sex, she claimed
that it was an absolute rarity for her to "cum" at any
time. Perhaps I should have offered her an evening with
Florence and I, she may have enjoyed it. I'm only
kidding!

I've promised myself I won't worry anymore, Florence
seems quite satisfied with what I offer her and on the
rare occasions when she lets me make love to her she
"cums" several times. She's told me not to worry because
if I "cum" anymore, that's volume not times, she'll drown
I produce so much of the damned stuff. So apparently
we're both satisfied.

I'd noticed that I'd started skimming through the sex
advice columns either in the newspapers or magazines. The
so called "experts" there have a million ideas but not
about multiple orgasms so at Florence's insistence I've
stopped looking as she's said she only has to touch me
and I start to get very fluid down below. It's true, I
get so wet that it's a wonder I don't make squelching
noises as I walk.