Paula Cash - Closet Queen

"Mmmmmm," answered Abby happily. Her face was completely smeared by young Scotty's love milk. She shivered as she took Harold's luscious cornhole, deliciously impaled by his prick.

Harold was smaller. Harold was an easier ass fuck. She knew Spider and Tom wouldn't do it. Most of the Brighton boys wouldn't. That was all right. There'd always be a Harold to find, and she suspected that there'd also be Cheryl's father on occasion, if the two of them were careful. She'd avoid offending Cheryl and they could continue as roommates and girl lovers in between male romances.

Even Harold had gained in sophistication in the past few weeks. Right now he stalked-Scotty Blair. His heavy sex with his patroness, Lisbeth Foster, since that night Cheryl and he had invaded the Professor's home, required it.

"You've got to find a girl for my husband," said Lisbeth. "Then we can get together whenever we want.”

Harold loved the mother-type sex with the older woman, who had such a voluptuous body.

"The Delts," he said. "They're mostly sex fiends.”

"Get on it," she said.

So the long-legged Colorado girl would satisfy Richardson Foster, and Abby controlled her. All Harold had to do was please Abby and Abby would manage the rest. He didn't know if he liked ass fucking or not, but he was sure going to try to please Abby!

Spider, from his position beneath Cheryl, had to investigate. He let go of Cheryl's breast and felt in Abby's crotch, easy to do since she'd lifted her loins to the salaam position for Harold's benefit.

"S'God's truth," he marveled. "Cunt's empty.”

He plunged two fingers up Abby's steaming, empty cunt.

"Yorrrrrr," went Abby, jerking in crazed pleasure at experiencing this new pleasure. All her body entrances moved in sex. She nibbled more forcefully at Scotty's pink cunt tissues.

"I hope you don't dig ass fucking," Cheryl whispered in Spider's ear.

"Not for myself, but it has kicks to watch them," he whispered back.

Driven wild by Abby's hotter cunt suck, Scotty reached over and felt Spider's cock plunging up and down in Cheryl's cunt. Both Spider and Cheryl yammered at this extra stimulation, cooing.

The inquisitive Scotty wet her hand on the.fuck juice and then brashly felt for Cheryl's asshole, stirred by Abby's anal sex. Cheryl almost came off the bed as a stiff girl finger violated her sphincter and Scotty felt around inside of Cheryl's gut.

"Does that feel good, Cheryl?" Scotty asked. "Is that good?”

Cheryl wanted to answer but could not. She'd reached ultimate heaven. All three of her holes were sex engaged, mouth on Tom's prick, Spider's cock driving in her cunt, and Scotty's finger reaming her asshole. It was one of those occasional miracles of sex. Her whole body turned into silken gold, suffused with rich feeling, every body cell turned on and scintillating. It was like an awesome religious experience. Cheryl fucked faster on Spider's cock, lifting high above her usual sex tension.

Still she kept up a rocking, riding suck on Tom's cock, while she involuntarily squeezed down on Scotty's finger with her sphincter.

She hung in a gossamer world of all-pervading sex. Time stopped for her. Her every sense sharpened-sight, sound, taste, feel and smell. She came alive in a complete way, reaching a plane of total involvement and vulnerability. All was set for a swift, sweet fall into the orgasm of all time as she hung in velvet space, cock-mastered.

But the others came first. Scotty, made dizzy by feeling inside the ass of the queenlike Cheryl, thrust her cunt forward on Abby's face and throbbed. Abby cried out, twisted and spent, clit tortured pleasurably, cunt filled exquisitely, by Spider's hand. Her sphincter clipped furiously on Harold's cornholing cock. She spent gloriously. With a yip of joy, Harold came, proud of his daring act of buggering Abby and exciting everyone. He dug his small cock deep in Abby's butt and let fly juice spurts of manhood.

Tom burst in Cheryl's mouth almost at the same time.

"Yike, yike. Goooqod!"

Spider groaned. He could feel Abby's cunt quake.around his fingers, and hear her soft, desperate joy-cries. He could feel Harold's cock convulse and spend through the thick membrane that separated Abby's vagina from her rear tunnel. He could look up and see Tom's cock syringe off gobs of jissum into Cheryl's mouth, which she swallowed. He gave a shudder of ultimate happiness.

"Fuuuucking!" he chortled and spent.

Cheryl felt, tasted and swallowed Tom's spurts, warmed by the effusion of body-hot sperm down her throat. She felt Spider's crazed spurts against her womb as he spent his guts out. Hung in a golden web, she savored the deep male pleasure until both men tapered. Then she released Tom's spent cock and sang:

"Glorrrreeeeee.”

Furious joy. A preliminary aching throb and then her Big O-absolutely incredible waves of female orgasm sweeping through her body, surging waves of pleasure beyond anything she thought a human body could experience.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh-help meeee'ee! Ahhhhhh!”

On and on, twisting, rocking, rolling, surging, she gave up her sex, body insane with sweet orgasm. Her breasts, belly, cunt, buttocks and sphincter all joined in as she went into sex hysterics as the others watched, fascinated. Throb. Throb. Throb. It was the ultimate girl cuntquake of all time for her, beautiful and taken. She was a luscious vixen, fucked to the limits of glory.

"Oh, oh, oh-”

Long after she tapered, she would stiffen and throb some more. She had to laugh hysterically to relieve the jay-rushes. The others watched anxiously.

"Are you all right?" asked Spider.

"N-never better," she insisted.

"I wish I could go like that," marveled Abby.

"Me, too," said Scotty.

"You will, both of you," Cheryl promised. She relaxed in a vast ocean of sweet after-sex relaxation.

The best part was that her hang-up was gone once again, and she knew it was gone forever-as long as her roommate Abby was around. That meant at least three more years until Abby, a year ahead of her, graduated, and in that time she'd learn to control it all, Cheryl knew. No more fantasizing of girl orgasms or sex while she was with boys.

She reached out and squeezed Abby's hand. Their eyes met and she saw that Abby understood.

"How about a few beers while we rest for the rest of the orgy?" asked Cheryl, finally recovered. There were cheers followed by "shushes" and giggles. It was going to be a super homecoming for her, Cheryl knew. They'd fulfill Spider's dream of creating a legend in the Sig house. The Delts and the Sigs would reach a sort of campus immortality that night, and Cheryl, who'd once hated Brighton, was proudest of all to be the center of it.