Paula Cash - Closet Queen

She strained right up, lifting Cheryl's head and froze with animal whimpers of joy. Her paralysis ended with strong cunt throbs of ecstasy as Cheryl finally let her juice. Wham, wham-what powerful jolts of relief the girl had in her!

"Oh, Cheryl-lush-us," keened Abby, jerking as she spent.

Cheryl seemed to travel with her partner as the white-hot shocks of relief turned Abby into a happy spastic. It blew Cheryl's mind to feel that sexual surrender in another, triggered by her own love-making. Each delicious throb of Abby's squeezing cunt was a tribute to her. It would be impossible for a woman to have a greater orgasm, Abby's was so strong.

Her body burning in the same white-hot fervor, Cheryl finally let go of Abby's wrists and used both of her hands on herself to reach sex heaven, bucking off to joy, to a delicious muscular freeze and the relief of hot cunt throbs. Her face was still buried on Abby's cunt. Cheryl spent and spent, and sighed, and throbbed some more in this virginal completion of a lesbian love act. At last her thrilled cunt tapered off to occasional jerks and she seemed to ease down into a velvet world of true euphoria, sex needs satisfied. She lay for a long time, glowing, lightly kissing the soft skin of Abby's thighs as the girl juice dried. Regular breathing up above told her that Abby had been worn out and fallen into sleep after the hot suck. Just as well, because Cheryl felt too far away from the mundane world to want to talk about what had just happened.

She slid the redhead under the covers of her own bed and got into Abby-'s bed. She just wanted to sleep herself, the tension of the past month at last topped off by the glorious burst of passion, the wild sex and, at last, restful euphoria. Cheryl slept…

Once in the grey light before dawn Cheryl awoke. Her body felt good. Her soul felt black, ruined, monstrous. With the passing of lust had come the deepest guilt and shame Cheryl had never felt. Now she would never be able to overcome her crummy fantasy of girl orgasm when she made it with a guy. Her little whirl at fellatio last night had been her sex suicide. As long as she'd never touched a woman, she had hopes of beating her hang-up. If she kept on having sex with guys, she'd reach normal orgasm sooner or later, despite the fantasy. No more! Last night she'd destroyed all that. From now on when she had boy sex she wouldn't be able to keep the picture of actually taking Abby out of her mind. She would probably have to spend years in psychiatry. Worse. Maybe last night's act was a first, step toward lesbianism as her only sex outlet. Maybe she was a bull dyke!

Cheryl averted her eyes from the other bed and wept. That damned necklace had started a chain of events that seemed destined to destroy her!…

She awoke the next time to clatter and confusion. The Sigmas had pulled their surprise wake-up breakfast on the Deltas. This was a common sorority-fraternity custom in every university. Certain fraternities and sororities seemed to pair off for social events, and the Sigmas had close ties with the Delts.

Cheryl had gone on the last one with the Delts to invade the Sigma frat. The girls gathered, giggling, before dawn and then invaded the Sigma house with the connivance of the house mother. While some of them went through the bedrooms loudly beating on pans and shouting to wake up the sleeping boys, others centered on the kitchen to make a breakfast for everybody. After a few grumpy moments on the part of the sleepers, a good time was had by all with the bountiful food and youthful good spirits. Today the Sigmas returned the favor as Tom had suggested to Abby last night.

Cheryl felt Abby's warm body alongside hers in bed. Sleepily she pulled back in horror. She wanted no further girl sex. She heard the banging and shouting in the other rooms and in the hall. Somebody banged against the door, but it was locked, and after a few blows the person went away. Just like Abby, Cheryl's redheaded roommate had wanted more privacy for them. Poor Abby! Seduced by Cheryl and probably all shook up and wanting more cunt-sucking without realizing the doom it meant for both of them, her roommate had locked the door.

Cheryl reached over and shook Abby to put her straight, to tell her how bad she felt about last night and that they must never, never touch each other again. Her hand fell on Abby's naked belly, but it felt wrong. Her hand slid down, exploring as she sleepily raised her head. Abby's hair was too short. What the devil-

Just as her hand fell on a boy's shorts with a big, hard cock inside, her eyes focused and Cheryl found herself staring with shock into the face of Tom Something-or-other. He was in bed beside her, and he wore only his shorts. Plus a magnificent hard-on.

"Hello-Abby," Tom grinned.

"I'm not Abby!" squeaked Cheryl in amazement.

"This is Abby's bed," said Tom. "There's nobody else in the room.”

"Oh, my God!”

His hand had closed over her hand as she held the stiff prick in its prison of jock shorts.

"You can't bring-it-bring that-do what you're doing," Cheryl squealed. She tried to pull back and get out of bed. He held her hand on his cock.

"Abby owes me sex. You're Abby," he insisted, his eyes dancing. He gathered the naked Cheryl to his big, warm body.

"Oh, my goodness, I don't think we're allowed to do this," said Cheryl. "Anyway, I'm not Abby. I'm Che-Cheryl.”

"Hello, Che-Cheryl," said Tom. "I'm Tom Talbot.”

He'd pulled her to his big male body. His cock in his shorts pressed against her belly, hard, insistent.

"I can't touch you!" she cried, "You're my roommate's boyfriend.”

"I'm not. Last night was our first date and you can touch me.”

“The house mother would scream bloody murder.”

"The house mother's busy. Also, I'd guess that two or three other bedroom doors are locked. This is the first time I've been on the inside. Oh, Cheryl, I dig you.”

"You pervert! You came in here and found Abby gone. You pulled back the covers and saw me naked.”

He ground his prick on her belly. "Did I ever!" he enthused. "What a thrill. Anyway, your roommate doesn't dig me too much. She's always talking about some Chicago guy named Alien.”

All of this time, Cheryl had been thinking furiously. After the first shock she didn't mind at all finding a handsome male with a stretched cock in bed with her. After what had happened last night, the one thing she needed above all was normal sex. Maybe the act with Abby had cured her, not thrust her in deeper! Maybe those lesbian visions would vanish now that she'd really girl-fucked. Tom was handsome and a good lad; she'd seen him around a couple of times. It was a great chance to find out where she was sexually.

"I can't possibly touch you," she told Tom. She ground her smooth belly against his, his big cock prisoned between them. He groaned in pleasure.

"I-guess-I know that. Too crude.”

"Right," she said. "I hardly know you." She burrowed her hands under the covers and released his cock from the shorts. It almost filled both of her hands, a fabulous prick.

It lay warmly in her hands, incredibly rigid, and she moved the soft skin over the hard muscle. Tom's eyes got big and he gurgled.

"I don't suppose I could talk you into-ahh-into." he stammered.

"No way," she said. "I'm not a loose girl.”

She felt the soft drippings of his pre-seminal fluid seep onto the rounded cock head. Pre-seminal fluid drove Cheryl crazy. She loved the satiny feel of it, the clear, crystal look of it, the acrid taste of it.

"S-s-still, if I could rest a mooo-minute," he said.

"Perhaps a few seconds," she muttered.

Her cunt was a syrup factory again. Thrill chills shot up her spine and her belly felt a glow of anticipated sex. What a lovely prick! Her breasts burned. She scooted under the covers and took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked off the luscious pre-seminal flow.