Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

Val got up from the bed and walked back to the bedroom door. For a moment she listened, and then she pulled the door quietly open. Peering down the unlit hallway, she discovered that the bathroom door was still closed. She imagined what he must be doing to himself in there, and that made her reclose the door with a self-righteous snap. Automatically, her fingers reached to twist on the bedroom lock. Something made her stop.

Let it stay open! she thought, nodding her head firmly. If he wants to come in – let him. For all I care, let him see me doing it. I'd love to show him I didn't need him for everything!

And that, too! she thought, snapping on the bedroom light. Let's really give him a good show.

Feeling very free and liberated, Valerie Barstow marched over to her dresser. Bending down toward the bottom drawer, where she kept her vibrator, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She stopped to study her reflection.

Wide brown eyes, framed by long brown hair, Val knew without any conceit that she had an attractive face. A beautiful face. Possessor of majestically high, flaring cheekbones, wide, sensual lips, and a long, aristocratic neck, she was a model before she married Doug. And, like a fool, as she has so often thought, she gave it all up to be a mother and a wife. There was no doubt in her mind at all that at the root of their marital problems was a deep, ingrained bitterness and sense of frustration. That much of it was inner directed did not seem to matter much in the way they got along. She had been a silly girl with a naive image of marriage. A long six years later, Val was a lot wiser, and a great deal more angry. She had no intentions of wasting another moment of her life.

Her hands clasped themselves around her waist, pulling the material of the green nightgown tautly across her breasts. In the mirror, her eyes studied the results. Val had never been exceptionally big-busted, but she certainly was far from being flat-cheated. She had nice high, firm, full bright pink tits, with long pink nipples that were incredibly sensitive. The nightgown, flattened her out, and she stripped it off over her head, standing there in front of the mirror stark naked. Long, firm fingers scooped under the orbs, and she watched herself squeezing them in the mirror. Her nipples grew long and hard, tingling as she pinched them between her fingertips. Marriage had been kind to her, and her breasts were just as firm and high as they ever had been. She ran her hands down between her thighs, fluffing up her dense brown pubic hair, spreading her cunt lips so she could see their wet, red glistening insides in the mirror.

She stepped back, sucking in her breath, thrusting her tits out boldly. With a cold appraisal, she followed her shape in the mirror. Her belly was flat, her hips wide and full, her ass cheeks firm, and her thighs were rounded and well shaped. There was a supple fullness about her frame, like a carefully nurtured flower which had bloomed into confident maturity. She was at the peak of her life, and she intended to live it out fully.

Val bent down, opened the drawer, and took out the vibrator. She was smiling when she stood up. She just remembered what Monica had told her.

Monica was her friend from before, when she was a model. Both had married early in their careers, and kept in contact mostly by letters. Two years ago Monica got a divorce and resumed her career, and was doing very well despite the layoff. That afternoon Val had received a letter from Monica who said she was finally "coming out". Monica declared that she was a lesbian. She confessed to Val that she had been living with a woman for almost a year, and before that, while she was still married to Henry, she had a series of affairs with six or seven other women. She also said that she was dying to meet with Val again soon, so she could try her out. The letter bragged that she had become an expert at licking pussy.

I wonder if I should do it? Val asked herself again, hefting the long white cylinder of the vibrator in her hand. She climbed up onto the bed and laid down on her back, her legs spread slightly apart. The idea of being made love to by a woman made her cunt lips quiver with desire. I wonder if I should do it?

Val began to think about coming. She placed the vibrator down on the bed next to her, within easy reach. Her eyes closed, and she set her thoughts drifting, thinking languidly of fucking, hoping that some image would catch hold. Thoughts of men with long, fleshy cocks filled her fantasies. She thought of black men… of sperm spewing down her throat, pumping up into her pussy. Women excited her imagination, and she could feel their breasts against her belly, could feel the tender tickle of a tongue fanning between her cunt lips. Val's body trembled. She ran her hand down over the mound of her cunt and began to masturbate slowly.

Val fantasized that she was being made love to by Eddie, the young boy in Benson's Market, who delivered the groceries. Eddie was young and slender, no more than sixteen or seventeen, and more than once he had been the subject of Val's masturbatory fantasies. With tight, curly blond hair worn short, and a quick easy smile which would easily qualify as a boyish grin, the thought of Eddie's cock driving hard between her thighs made her pussy wet with anticipation. She suspected his cock was very long and slender, hard as only a young man's cock can be, probably capable of coming three or four times in succession without losing any of its eagerness. More than once she had suppressed the urge to grab him through his tight jeans whenever he made a delivery, and each time she didn't, she masturbated furiously the moment after he left, always sorry she hadn't. It had been a long time since she was really fucked, deeply, powerfully fucked, and her pussy ached for the thick, driving steel of an impatient young dick. As she masturbated, her pussy growing thoroughly wet, she imagined how it would feel to be plowed by Eddie.

Her fingertips slipped over the furry mound of her cunt, inserting themselves between the flap of her cunt lips. The flesh oozed stickily open, and the hard red button of her clitoris throbbed powerfully. Val slid her fingers down into the alit, all the way down until she pressed them into her pulsating clit. She began to masturbate, slowly at first, only gently, tenderly, and then faster and faster, pressing down hard, deep, until her pussy squished from the torrent of juices flowing out of her.

Excitement made her flesh tingle, her nipples stiffen with rigidity. Her legs spread further apart, lifting, bending at the knees, and she began to twist and grind her hips in lewd abandonment. The muscles in her ass tensed, her spine stiffened, arched up, as she began to hump her naked, leaking pussy against her swirling fingers. Small gasps and cries of pleasure escaped from her grimacing lips, and a film of perspiration coated her naked body. As her right hand worked round and round, winding her up toward orgasm, her left hand inched across the mattress toward the vibrator.

Eddie was eating her, and Val was going wild in shameless excitement. Her legs were thrown up over his muscular young shoulders, and she was humping her pussy in his face. She could feel his tongue lapping up and down between her cunt lips, stroking her from her asshole to her clitoris. Tight spasms of electric like pleasure surged through her each time he fucked his tongue up into her quivering hole. In her imagination, she reached down between her widely parted thighs and grasped Eddie's head, smearing her oozing pussy all over his face.

"Fuck me!" she moaned, two fingers drilling in and out of her spasming cunt hole. Wedging the tip of the vibrator under her ass, Val turned it on. It hummed in her hand as she picked it up, transferred hands, and pressed the shuddering tip between her cunt lips. "Fuck me, Eddie… fuck me!"