Paula Cash - Closet Queen

No sooner had she reached her room and undressed than her phone rang. Abby was one of the luckier, well-heeled sorority girls who could afford a private phone. When she heard the voice at the other end of the line, she almost died.

John Wallace. Cheryl's father-who'd just flown in from New York.

He explained that he was here at Brighton to attend one of his interminable alumni group meetings-but he didn't want Cheryl, his daughter, to know he was in town.

"Listen," said Abby. "Cheryl and I have gotten along fine and we're going to have-”

He cut her off.

"I haven't got much time, Abby. People will be in my motel room in a few minutes. I have to see you alone tonight. Later. Maybe around midnight.”

“I don't think… ”

"You come," said John Wallace. He gave her the name of the motel and the room number. "You'd better show up, Abby. I'm about to make a big stink about that necklace.”

With a sigh, she agreed to see him. It would be better this way. After all, Cheryl should have the necklace from Spider tonight and there were other reasons to see Cheryl's father alone before they wrapped the whole thing up. He might say, or hint, the wrong thing to Cheryl.

No sooner had she hung up than there was a quiet knock on her door and Scotty Blair, the rangy girl from Colorado, came in. Her eyes sparkled as she waved a box at Abby.

"Wait till you see what I've got here!" she cried.

Abby had thought her friendship with Scotty was over when she'd suggested that Scotty ream her behind with her tongue. But here was old Scott right back, and with the kind of look that told Abby she had sex on her mind. Abby, nude except for her panties, started to reach for a robe and then decided she probably wouldn't need it.

"What's in the box?" asked Abby, trying to perk up.

Scotty opened it to show her a device that looked like the power unit of a hand mixer for kitchen use. Then she held up a part that fitted into the main unit, shoved it home, hooked up the device, and turned it on.

"Vibrator!" exclaimed Scotty.

Abby leaned over to peer at it, puzzled. She'd never seen a vibrator that wasn't shaped like a cock. This one consisted of a rubber cup, concave, dotted with short rubber nipples. Scotty laughed happily and ran the humming device between her legs.

"Guaranteed to destroy any living cunt in the country," she said.

Abby wasn't much for vibrators, but Scotty had her full attention. "You just run that concave thing with the nipples over your box?" she squeaked. "Doesn't look like much from here.”

Scotty held it out. "Just give it a chance to prove itself, dear." Abby took the device, turned it on and off, and held it against her palm. The rubber disc which was the action part of the vibrator did not spin. It vibrated, and the disc was soft and flexible. The thick metal shaft that bore the disc locked into the power unit and transmitted the vibration.

"It even feels good on my hand," said Abby. She wasn't much for vibrators; most young women weren't. Still, she was less prejudiced than most girls, and always open to the whole range of sex activities and devices. Once a vibrator had saved her emotional life, back in Chicago. She'd been deeply in love with a young man who had rejected her and she vibrated herself to sleep for two weeks, until her body was so played out that she couldn't have related to any man for a while. It got her over her love-leech, was cheaper than marijuana, and kept her from mixing up with some bad cowboy on the rebound. That was all before Alien, of course.

Abby slid out of her panties to give this odd-looking rubber disc machine a try. Scotty watched her with hots eyes, drinking in the beauty of the redhead's nude body. Abby was quite aware that she turned on the freshman who had dykish inclinations.

"What's the tissue for?"-cried Scotty, staring at Abby's belly.

"Not my period," laughed Abby. "I just had to walk home carrying an injection of boy stuff. You know, vitamin F, for fuck.”

Scotty fell to her knees beside the bed. "Could I-look?”

"So look," laughed Abby, and the girl took out the tissue and fingered the still lubricious cunt, even peering inside.

"Wow! There's still some dessert left in the pantry,” exclaimed Scotty. She boldly felt inside of Abby, relishing the silken squish of the used cunt.

Abby laid aside the vibrator. She felt a spike of rising excitement.

"That turns you on?" she squeaked.

Scotty blushed and her eyes positively glittered. "Uh, not really. Or maybe a little." She wet her lips and knelt there like a puppy begging for a biscuit.

Abby wanted to burst out laughing. This was the same girl who'd been revolted at the idea of licking her perfectly clean, unopened ass button. But she felt the rising thrill of kinky sex being offered. In a choice between making fun of someone and getting sex, Abby had long ago learned to go for the sex thrill.

She slid her hand seductively down her creamy thigh and slowly began to part her legs.

"I don't suppose you would consider-" she said in a husky voice.

"I-just might-" breathed the other sorority girl. "I used to-I mean, a couple of times, strictly for kicks, I-”

Her head moved down toward Abby's cunt like a cobra entranced by a swaying flute. Hypnotized would be more like it.

"Never mind the words," said Abby, holding the girl's head and bringing her eager mouth down on her cunt lips. "Just drink me.”

A pink tongue laved her pink cunt folds and then Scotty buried it inside, as if she'd discovered a treasure trove. Abby undulated against the impertinent tongue, thrilling and astonished at this new sex thrill. Imagine slurping a guy's spunk out of a girl's cunt.

It turned on Scotty like wild fury. She locked her arms over Abby's belly and turned her mouth into a scouring vacuum cleaner with plenty of suction and action against the straining clit. In about sixty seconds Abby went from stasis to high, hot passion, groaning and twisting in rising rushes of delight. There just wasn't going to be any ceiling to how high that vulgar, sexy tongue took her.

"You-you're drinking his g-g-gut sperm!" she cried, fucking hotly on Scotty's face.

"Silken… rich… nectar," murmured the Colorado girl.

She used her hand to move the skin on Abby's lower abdomen, giving the cunt extra play and increasing the clit action. Abby's cunt and inside sex network blazed in a hot fire. Her body went moist, her eyes began to glaze. Buttocks, thighs and spine joined in the rapture of the suck trap.

"Oh, Scotty, never felt such a weeee- wicked tongue," went Abby, Scotty wasn't as good as Cheryl, but a little lie didn't hurt here. Scotty was a little too rough, but the idea of Tom Talbot's sperm sliding obediently out of her vagina and down the throat of a girl who'd never even seen the donor blasted Abby's mind. What incredible, delicious convolutions the world of sex offered!

Scotty never even bothered to jog her own cunt. All was concentrated on scouring the hot, swollen vagina, using a finger to scoop forward every precious drop of man juice, until Abby's cunt flowed only pure, warm girl juice.

By that time Abby was fit to be scraped from the walls. She held Scotty's head and swiveled and jerked and twisted as if she were going mad. She felt she was-her whole sex net surged with high-powered joy as she rose right up past the clouds into a purple haze of utter delight.

"Oh, I-it's going-have to-giiiive," she thrilled.

With a single, sharp bark, Abby succumbed. She froze upward against Scotty and held, muscles quivering. Then she gave up her sex treasure in clipping orgasm, her cunt out of control, in rich quakes and spasms of unforgettable delight. She burst, held, sank, rose and burst some more, while Scotty gently drove her right on through her whole run of relieved ecstasy. Even after she sank to the bed, she had to quiver and rise again. Her breath stopped in her throat to pay off more luscious throbs.