Paula Cash - Closet Queen

"I don't know anything about a statue," he said.

"Oh, noooo," she wailed. She stepped into her pants and pulled them up. "Tom, we have to talk.”

He saw her cunt, ripe and juicy, disappear inside of her pants.

"You uncocked me, you little bitch," he roared. "Nobody does that to Tom Talbot!”

He swung at her and she ducked with a scream. His eyes roved the room looking for a suitable instrument for punishment. There were those two crossed whips on the wall. They weren't full-sized bull whips, being smallish, only about three feet long, but they were real leather. As she scrambled for the window, he seized one of the whips and went for her.

"Whap". She took a stinging blow on the buttocks and jumped a foot from the searing pain.

"Tom!" she screamed.

"You had to cum-I helped you. Then you tried to hang me up, you New York crud!" he roared.

He whipped her again and she fled from the window, crying out in pain. Each blow cut cruelly into her buttocks, laying white hot fire on her ass, protected only by her tight slacks. Oh, her butt did hurt! Shocked, really scared now at his anger, she spun and ran into his arms.

"Tom, I'm really sorry. Don't hit me any more.”

"You were a jerk.”

"I was a jerk. I'm sorry.”

He shoved her down on his bed.

"Take off those pants.”

Crying a little now, scared, humiliated and angry in a chaos of emotions, she began to scoot out of her pants as fast as she'd scooted in to them. She had time to think ironically, "What would the people who see me as the cool, laid back New York wench think of me now?”

She realized now she was sure to be fucked. She had to make it up to him so he wouldn't lie about taking Salt. She had to soothe his bruised feelings about her not being here because he was a great lover, and for uncocking him. She'd be lucky if he let her off with a fuck and didn't whip her any more. Her ass really burned.

He helped her jerk her pants off and then he hopped on the bed.

"Spread 'em," he ordered.

She had no choice, did she? She spread her legs, beginning to feel a little snake of sex coil through her belly. So this was what it was like to be mauled by a man and raped. Almost raped. The idea of being submissive to a male seized her fancy. It was primitive stuff-man hits woman on the head with club and drags her into a cave.

"Don't-fuck me too roughly," she begged, half kidding and half meaning it.

He grunted and she felt him try to notch her. Unfortunately in the action, and his anger, he'd lost some of his hard-on, and his hose was too flexible to go in.

"Shit," he said.

She reached down and jacked him off, laving his prick with her cunt oils, which had run richly from his spanking of her bottom.

"It's all right," she soothed him. "It's all right. I insulted you, Tom." A rapist looks silly when he isn't quite hard enough, she thought. Fortunately, he firmed up now and notched her, with the help of her hand. His cock slid into her cunt easily, half its length on his first push, giving her a warm thrill. She realized she'd have to make it good for him, make it perfect, for his hurt feelings, for the necklace, for her entire future. She relaxed into her ball-bearing hip motion, matching his cock thrusts with full undulations of her lower body.

He sank down on her slowly, gathering her body to his nudity. She might as well be nude. She wore only her shirt, loose, breasts revealed. Her panties were over on Spider's desk. Her jeans were off and her shoes and socks over by the window. He had it all, and she took his weight with a thrilled sensation of being completely possessed. His driving cock meant business, utter, serious fucking as he reamed in and out of her.

She was hot, too. The ride with the vibrator had heated her up for further sex action. On top of that, the butt-whipping he'd given her had made her bottom glow and increased her feminine desire to submit to hot, impaling male cock.

"Ah, Cher-illlll. sexxxy," he moaned.

"I love it, I love it," she murmured.

She'd always had a problem at the start of sex with a boy. Some deep sense of privacy made her unwilling to admit a prick into her belly, so close to her baby-making womb, even if the pill protected her. The boys who knew her best learned to indulge in long sex play before taking her.

The vibrator and the whip marvelously shortened her need for foreplay. She rocked happily on Toni's cock now, satisfied to accept his violation, even if she hadn't wanted to. As she thrilled higher and higher, she decided this was going to be good sex for another reason. The wildness of this action would surely cure her of her hang-up. After the exotic and erotic cunt run on the vibrator alone in the boys' room, and after the sudden appearance of Tom and quick thrust of his prick to bring her-not to mention that sexy whipping-she was sure to have a different kind of orgasm. A normal one. If normal sex resulted in abnormal orgasm, then it followed that abnormal conditions would produce the opposite.

She felt, creamy, submissive, open. If a man caught a woman just after orgasm, she was a sure bet for a second. Men's lusts vanished with hot, liquid spurts. Women sank more slowly out of lust, like feathers floating down.

"Tom-It's so great, fabulous. I guess spider gave you my message. All those lies about salt… I really wanted to come to your room.

"I-I-I-" he said, and his eyes bugged.

He was ready to juice; she wasn't. She realized with a shock that he'd been pumping lustfully into her cunt steadily for three or four minutes and his cock was sensitized toward bursting. He had sensitized her thighs, buttocks and belly. But the delicious thermometer in her spine, where the red passion rose slowly to join the tingling flow from her eager nipples… it hadn't risen high enough yet.

She wanted earnestly and desperately to cum with him. She must explode with him. Otherwise he wouldn't believe her lie that she'd come here for cock, as she'd said a moment ago. Damn! Why didn't her body respond to her feelings, like most people's?

He began to keen in the final throes. He lost strokes; his breathing became erratic.

"Oh, Cheryllllll, making you, fu-fucking you," he gasped.

She went under then, as she always had to do. She filled her mind with the picture of a woman's naked cunt, swelling, boiling at her mouth and soft thighs closing on her ears. She made herself hear strangled gentle cries of feminine joy-distress. The thermometer in her backbone immediately shot up to overload and she stiffened in the ineffable joy of orgasmic relief. A deep, clear picture of Abby's voluptuous body straining in cunt ecstasy finished her off.

"Tom-I-oh, my God.”

Right up to the peak, just as he froze and cried out.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!”

He unloaded his maleness into her in hot jets of sperm, whining a little at the surging pleasure as his equipment spumed. She felt his powerful contractions as he seeded her and at the same time, holding the lesbian picture in her mind, she met him, throb for spurt. Her cunt squeezed forcefully on his spending cock, and their bodies locked in crazed jerks of joy at a perfect double orgasm.

By the time his cock tapered to lesser runs, he nibbled at her neck and cooed his love for her. She felt the warmth, the closeness and the euphoria of her release, and yet she bottomed out to an immense sadness. Her hang-up was there, as strong as before. If she hadn't invoked the vision of girl fucking, she couldn't have matched his orgasm. She might not have even reached orgasm. Doomed, doomed, doomed.

It didn't help much when he, softened by his luscious fuck in her, admitted that, yes, he'd taken the figurine she called "Salt". But he didn't have it any longer. He'd given it to his roommate, Spider, who had carted it off to the Chemistry Lab where Spider worked. Spider had been looking for just such a container as that. Tom said he'd felt foolish in grabbing the darned thing in his exuberance that morning.