Paula Cash - Closet Queen

"Ha, oh-" went Abby, eyes big with surprise.

Cheryl reaped rich kisses, laughing. "You're a sex river flowing, kid. I could bathe you in your essence-and me, too.”

"Ah, Cheryl. fuck me, fuck me," whispered Abby, beside herself with ecstasy. She had visions of those sweet days with her older gym teacher, white Cheryl reveled in playing the role her mother had played with the cute, brunette hairdresser. Cheryl thought, as her breath got short and her own cunt began to stain her pants, that she and Abby were a great match. Too bad she had to go to Vassar. She and Abby could fuck their brains out this semester.

She broke off the love-making to strip down naked, while Abby kept hot by jogging herself as she watched the sexy charms of Cheryl emerge from her clothes. Then Cheryl used a wash rag between Abby's buttocks to clear away sweat and girl juice and turn Abby's inner seam into a pink glistening furrow. Abby's asshole was only a little darker than the red inner rim of her seam. There was a protection of a fringe of red hair and the pucker itself, small, innocent looking. Cheryl closed the buttocks and slapped the meaty flesh. Abby had a fabulous behind. Cheryl thought of her own rear with the dark marks of the whip Tom had used on her. As she kneaded and kissed the white, yielding buttocks, she wondered if she might one day take a belt or hairbrush to Abby's bottom, and what that would do to the girl.

Then she leaned over and grooved her tongue into the pencil-line crack, digging it deeper and deeper into the warm nest.

"Oh, my God, You're Doing It. You're Reaming My Ass!" breathed Abby. She wiggled her toes in delight.

Cheryl's heart beat rapidly and she felt a new release of her cunt juices as she approached this kinky act. Then she dug her tongue firmly on Abby's pucker and worked the sphincter.

"Aahhh. Eeeeee," went Abby. "Oh, lush-us. Ahhhhh.”

Her loins worked in fuck motions, as if she had the world's greatest cock inside her, and her body rose to white hot sex tension. It was just like the time before, only better, because she'd looked forward to it for so long.

Cheryl went right up into the sky with her. The soft, yet firm flexing buttocks moving, her finger rubbing into the swollen cunt to find the clit, her tongue lashing and digging and pressing on the girl seal-it gave her complete control of the sexed up animal and made her crazy to whip the redhead into total submission. It was fabulous how in sex you cared about the other's orgasm and got hot over it as much as your own, It was magnificent to share this closeness, the forbidden act of tonguing the sphincter. There was no taste except sweet girl meat and Cheryl thrilled higher and higher.

For Abby it was a high water mark in her sex life, and her finest moment since Alien had laid this weird leech on her. A few days ago, Abby would've put Cheryl's name at the bottom of the list of people likely to help her with her leech. Everyone feared the judgments of the cool New York girl. Now she bucked to glory under Cheryl's pink eager tongue. Abby's insides seemed to twist and flower and pulse as the wicked, daring tongue dug at her asshole and drove the excited nerves to an orgasmic trigger.

"I can't staaaaand-awww, aaaaa," Abby bleated, quaking before the white hot boil in her belly.

Cheryl reveled in the girl's distress at losing her voluntary motions in coming orgasm. She drove her tongue harder and frigged Abby's clit with steady, rhythmic strokes so that the girl's erotic parts had no choice but to cream. Abby gave spastic jerks of her body and began to cum.

It was a wild orgasm for Cheryl, too. For the first time she realized that assholes also quaked at the time of spending, as Abby's sphincter throbbed lusciously against her tongue at the same moment that Abby's empty cunt squeezed and Cheryl's fingers detected deep, muted sex throbs in the buried network of nerves.

"Yuh, yuh, yuh," mewled Abby with a barking sound of pleasure. Everything tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed, as she hung in the purple world of orgasm, light years away from worldly cares. Finally she tapered and went passive under Cheryl.

Cheryl lifted her head and patted the soft buttocks, totally relaxed now as Abby entered her dreamy after-sex euphoria. Curious, Cheryl prodded at the hole she'd just reamed to see what it felt like. To her astonishment, the soft sphincter caved in and her finger penetrated into the warmth of Abby's ass tunnel.

Imagine feeling inside someone else's butt, like a doctor or something! A child maybe yes, but a full-grown sexed-up adult. Abby only made a pleased murmur as Cheryl, fascinated, continued to explore, finger sliding over mucous tissues, sensing wet warmth and slickness. Just like a second cunt. Cheryl drove her finger as deep as it would go, then used her free hand to ride her own clit, feeling around inside her roommate's body.

"Aaaahhhh, God!" went Cheryl, opening and thrilling and rising to her heights.

Abby slowly, obediently, fucked on her finger in this odd, taboo sex play and Cheryl fell forward with a groan of pleasure to nibble the young, creamy flesh of Abby's buttocks as she came herself, using her finger like a cock in the redhead's bowel, Cheryl brought her legs together and spent gloriously in throb after throb of tribute to this new sex thrill. They were truly sisters now, having shared this kinky episode.

When Cheryl finished, Abby rolled over on her back and smiled up at Cheryl.

"We're going to make a great team," she said. "I'll help you get back the Gypsy. I'll help you get rid of your hang-up, too, even if we have to seduce every guy on the campus. Are we partners?”

"Partners!" laughed Cheryl as she slid her nude body on top to Abby's nakedness to hug and kiss her with feelings of warm affection…

It was late afternoon of the next day when Cheryl met Spider Strawn, hot on the trail of the necklace. Spider was Tom's roommate at the frat, the guy who'd asked for Salt to take to the Chem Lab where he worked. He was also the owner of the infamous vibrators and the whips that Cheryl had met in Tom's room.

Abby could only help Cheryl by getting Tom Talbot off Cheryl's back. Tom thought he was in love with Cheryl and called her at breakfast to try to make a date. He wanted to meet her at lunch, or in the afternoon, or that evening.

"There're such things as classes to go to and time alone to study," laughed Cheryl, pleased but not willing. She liked Tom well enough but didn't think it was love on her side. "The professors say you've got to spend three hours of study for every hour of lectures, and I'm a little behind.”

He threatened to come and set up a vigil on the Delta Rho lawn until Cheryl agreed to spend some time with him.

"I'll cool Tom," said Abby. "I'm afraid of Spider anyway. He has a wild reputation among all the sororities. It'll probably take all your New York cool to control him.”

"Bring on the tigers," laughed Cheryl. She felt much better in this new, close relationship with Abby. It was the first time since coming to Brighton University that she felt she had a close friend.

Spider turned out to be a long, lanky young man with a quite handsome face and beautiful dark hair. His eyes were dreamy, romantic. He wasn't at all what she'd expected after talking to him on the phone. He seemed harmless enough, serious and almost shy in person.

"Got a big day today," he told her. "Got an important four o'clock class with Professor Richardson Foster. He's my advisor and also my boss in the Chem Lab.”

"Maybe I could meet you at the Chem Lab and get back Salt," she told him.

"No, meet me before class in the Chem Building," he told her.

The Chem Building always smelled forbidding to Cheryl. It was foreign territory to an Art Appreciation major such as herself. However, she showed up at the appointed hour.