Paula Cash - Closet Queen

Each time she ran the humming, vibrating plastic cock over her pelvis and down she dug it a little deeper into the soft mass of her cuntal area.

"Ah-hoo-noooo-" she gasped as the buzzing devil made contact with her clit. "AH NOW, AH NOW. HEY!”

She turned it off and tried to catch her breath. It was like drag racing. You went from zero to a high sex feeling in twenty seconds flat. Her cunt was already swollen and running' rich syrup. The inside of her vagina, her belly, glowed, tingled and thrilled as sex desire and sex tension rose like a fast elevator.

She ooooozed her cunt against the vibrator with luscious, lascivious undulations, deliberately wetting her panties as she tried to suck the fake prick into her tunnel. Her vagina was sure ready for it! Her heart pounded and her breath was short as she worked and worked, getting higher and hotter.

"Aaaaggghhh," she called softly. "Fuck,-fuck.”

It thrilled her out of her skull even while she felt guilty in giving her sexuality up to a mere machine.

"What's-a nice machine like you-doing in a-hot cunt college-like this-" she gasped.

There, that would do. Her panties were soaked, clear from the waist down under to her buttocks. She stripped them off and tossed them on the desk to loop over the other vibrators.

She stood there half-naked, burning in bitch heat. Yet she didn't want to go all the way on an old woman's sex aid. That lacked class.

She unbuttoned her shirt and began to knead her breast. The itch and burn of her lust was too great to ignore. There was no shame in a finger well-used. She dug her finger into her eager cunt, servicing her clit and kneading her burning, sexed up nipples as she fell back in the chair.

"Go-go time!" she gasped.

It was no good. Lust itself lacked class and she burned to try out the plastic prick. With a cry of desire, feeling ashamed, she grabbed the vibrator and plunged it into her cunt. She drew in her breath in an erotic gasp as the white, rounded head of the machine violated her outer lips, found her clit, found her inside passage and burrowed into pink, sex-hungry tissues.

"AH, AH, AH," she gulped in thrilled satisfaction as the humming vibrator, moving fuck-wise in her hands, used her. "Oh, my God." Deeper, deeper into her, making her gasp as she opened her legs wider. She jogged it faster and began to hump and give hot, happy cries of rising delight…

Returning from his job in the Biology Lab, Tom Talbot stopped in surprise when he saw a light in his room. Spider, his roommate, couldn't be home-he worked in the Chemistry Lab nights, and he never missed. That meant that some sneaky Sig was up to some dirty trick. It was the price you paid for being popular. The guys were always working off some kind of practical joke on you. Tom raced around to the rear of the house and entered, ignoring the babble of sound from the dining room, and rushing silently up the back stairs. He meant to nail the bastards in the act.

He went into his room silently, and everything changed from anger into thrilled wonder as he crept up on the sight in the easy chair.

It was a girl, naked, and she was fucking herself with one of Spider's vibrators. Well, she wasn't entirely naked. Her shirt hung loose on her shoulders as she kneaded one of her breasts, but the rest of her was naked, with long legs spread out and loins moving. Her head thrust back, her eyes were closed. It wasn't just any girl, either. It was the vision that had danced in his head all day long, Abby's sexy roommate, Cheryl, who'd pulled his cock that morning.

She was a luscious sight, the tanned, beautiful body stretched in sex agony and delight, graceful belly and thighs working, soft muscles flexing, lovely legs extended. So open, so lustful, so beautiful. His cock came right up in his pants. He began to undress.

"I-I'm going to cum," the girl whispered in lascivious wonder, shaking her head from side to side and beginning to pant. "Oh, I've got to go.”

Tom was naked himself. He knelt before the girl and pulled her hand with the vibrator free of her cunt as she opened her eyes to stare at him in shocked disbelief.

"So cum," he gurgled.

He caught a flash of blonde pubic hairs, pink, swollen cunt and then slid her butt forward and aimed his big, hard cock.

"Oh, no!" she cried, trying to sit up.

Too late! The vibrator had loosened her vagina nicely for him and had whipped up a heavenly run of sweet girl juices. His cock notched her opening and slid right in, only to be grasped firmly by the young girl's tight passage as if her velvet tunnel was operated by a spring lock. She tensed against him with a cry of despair. He hugged her loins to his with a cry of delight. Living cock shot up into her vagina and claimed her.

"Naw, naw," she whined.

There was no escape. Not only did Tom hold her too tightly, but her own belly conspired against her in its mad desire to reach orgasm. She was so far gone into sex that the new friction of real cock meat captured her absolutely.

"Tom-I didn't-mean-" she managed in a broken voice.

"Do it!" he commanded, fucking happily into her tight cunt.

She stopped resisting. She slid her cunt forward and rocked on him, biting her lips, gasping, feeling the white-hot delicious turmoil in her belly gather into the stretched-out wonder of pre-orgasmic paralysis. Suddenly she had a vision of Abby's body, naked, with her cunt throbbing. The lesbian flash let her rush to orgasm.

"Ah, yeh, oooo," she went: Then: "Fuuuucked!”

Her cunt locked and began to spasm. Those powerful throbs unleashed fires in Tom's belly as he fucked faster and took her up and out over the edge into jerking, relieving throbs of spent girlhood. She fell back and then lifted again to spend some more, keening in animal pleasure.

"Feels… so… good," she went.

"Honey, I like this homecoming," he exulted. She was finishing her run, but he'd barely started his fuck.

"I. was just… I was just… " she apologized as her spasms tapered.

He put a hand on her lips. "Forget it, honey. You've finished, dear Cheryl. Let me do my-ahhh-thing.”

There was no way she could allow it. She'd been having a private party and suddenly a naked male appeared from nowhere and drove his cock into her cunt without a by-your-leave. It was Tom; Tom was sweet. He was handsome and well-hung but it was an inexcusable invasion of her privacy.

She gave a sudden, adroit jerk to uncock him. Then she quickly swung her legs over the arm of the chair and escaped. He gave a cry of disappointment. His powerful cock glistened on the outside with the sweetness of her private oils and glowed on the inside from the fabulous friction in her snug, young cunt. He lunged for her, but she ducked under his arm, reaching for her pants.

"I-I-just tried something-I didn't mean-" she stammered.

"You came here," he howled. "You slipped into my room to be with me.”

"No, Tom. I came for that little statue. The figurine in the hall of the Delta Rho house.”

"What?”

"Oh, you know. It looks like an oversized salt shaker, over a foot tall. We call it 'Salt'. You took it from the table in the hall this morning.”

He stared at her, trying to make the jump from the sexy sight of the girl, the spontaneous quick lock with her, to this mundane discussion of salt shakers. He looked ludicrous, standing there nonplussed with his big hard-on sticking up.

“The figurine, dammit," she said impatiently. "Don't stand there staring at me like a jackass. Where's the thing you stole.”

She saw his blush and realized at once she'd made a serious error. She couldn't fault herself. His theft of the statue had brought her here, not his charm, strong though it was. Then came the shock and shame of his discovery of her masturbating. An honest cowboy would've withdrawn and given her a warning instead of sneaking in on her. On top of that he tried to take advantage of her, plunging his cock into her when she was so high in lust she had no choice but to let his prick finish her off. Naturally she was shaken and angered when she recovered from her need for orgasm. He was like most of the guys she'd had sex with during her high school years. He could only think of the immediate needs of his prick, which strained in hunger for her cunt.