Chapter 7

Paula moved onto the bed and straddled Connie. The eager, excited blonde started to draw her thighs open. Paula suddenly remembered one of her erotic photos showing a slender girl with her legs on each side of the girl underneath. As long as their clits touched they could make the scene.

"Just push it up, honey," Paula breathed. "Youll be more comfortable."

Connie nodded. Her face was very pink, her eyes wide open. She closed her thighs and lifted her cunt mound. Her large pink-crested tits were swollen with her need, firmed high.

Paula lowered her aching cunt and shuddered as her long clitoris entered the silky, soft cuntslit.

"Ohhhhhh, dreamy!" Connie gasped, hunching upward. Paula felt her clit stiffen; she found Connie's point of pleasure and rubbed the two clits slowly together.

"Now we can really dance, honey!" Paula gasped. The sweet, stinging contact, the exquisite softness of Connie's body, the look of wonder in her eyes and expression, filled Paula with wild delight.

"Make her come!" Anna laughed excitedly. She was sprawled in a chair that faced the bed. She'd re-inserted her Japanese dildo and held the control gadget in her right hand. Her red-bordered cunt was exposed, wetness dribbling from the lower edge of her crevice.

*Tlay with my titties, Connie," Paula murmured, keeping her torso slanted above the blonde.

"Yes, yes!" Connie panted. Her hands raised to cup Paula's breasts; Paula hunched again, again. Exquisite tingles spread through her loins as her clit flexed with honeyed anticipation.

"Is this your first girl fuck, really?" Paula murmured, humping faster. Her girl prick tensed, she was coasting up toward her climax.

"Yeaasssss-ohhhhhhh!" Connie whined. "Make me COME, honey!"

"My gun's coming off too, kids!" Anna cried. "Here goes the red button!"

Paula felt her tender nipples harden in the clutching hands, she whipped her ass very fast. Connie's face writhed, her head turned back. Feeling a girl's shivery cunt start to come was the wildest thing she'd ever known. It was good, good, good-real good, hot good, fuck good!

"Come up in my CUNT!" she cried. "MMMMMM-OH, OH, OH, OHHHH!"

Connie's savage whine of fulfillment triggered Paula's jiggling orgasm. The room whirled, the bed creaked furiously, her cunt slapped at the juicy pussy. Anna's yell rang around the room. Connie's lush body shook, she stiffened and arched her cunt very high while Paula pounded through her cunty fun, fun, fun.

Connie's hands dropped, her arms threshed against the bed, her thighs quivered between Paula's shaking legs. Paula dropped her torso, she drove her pointy breasts into the blonde's curved-up titties and they finished with lusty abandon, both panting hard.

Her first girl screw and I made it hot for her! Paula thought, savoring rich nuances of relief that washed her crotch, letting her clit rest sweedy on Connie's clit. I'll date her again, I'm really hooked on her nice, soft cunt. I'll get more pussy, too. Lots of dainty, sexy pussy!

Anna had left her chair and was standing at a bedroom window, peering out through a part in the drapes. She uttered a littie cry of disappointment.

"I hate to tell you, kids, but Dean just drove up."

Paula swore and Connie stirred beneath her.

"That means Ed will be home, too," Connie wailed. "He and Dean went golfing together..."

"I thought they'd be gone all afternoon," Paula said, rolling away from Connie. "Damn it!"

"Bikinis back on, gals," Anna said. "We'd better go back down to the pool and try to act civilized." She wiggled to the vanity and picked up her dildo. "I hope you two have fun with yours..."

"Mmmmmmm," Paula smiled, giving Connie's wet pussy a parting caress. "You're so thoughtful, Anna. If it hadn't been for your dealies, we might not have had such a smooth cunt party."

All three laughed.

"That's a very pretty frock you're wearing, Cheri," Paula said softly, smiling at the cute, petite blonde.

They were in a dimly lighted corner of the Matador room at the Ridpath Hotel in Spokane. It was Monday afternoon. Paula had called Cheri Hill that morning around ten o'clock and made the cocktail date. They had met some months before at the Lake City Country Club. Paula's call had flattered Cheri. After all, Paula was the top echelon of wealthy society, and being seen with her was being 'in.'

"You look very smooth yourself," Cheri smiled, sipping her second martini.

"Well, thank you, honey!" Paula smiled. She had put on a very sexy outfit; she had a kind of sixth sense about what other girls liked on a leggy, model-trim body, and she had it. She had driven in to Spokane early and had a detective agency do a quick rundown on Cheri Hill, nee Sampson.

She was just twenty-three, had married Steve two years earlier, fresh out of college. She had lived at a sorority, a good sign she might have had a few cunt tickles from other girls. Her deep blue eyes gave out cer-

tain signs, too. The moment they had met in the hotel lobby Paula had felt a sweet warmth in her pussy. Cheri was the very ultimate in dainty young stuff.

The dark blue frock had a peek-a-boo slash at the bodice, leaving her titties sweetly limned by expensive material. She had a small full mouth, with blonde hair that was waved expertly around her pretty face. She had been a cheer girl at college and her short-skirted frock revealed delicious shapely legs and a cute rounded ass. That fucking Steve Hill had done all right for himself.

Paula was dying for a girl fuck. The party with Connie and Anna hadn't lasted nearly long enough. But she had learned a whole bunch of stuff.

After more girl talk with Cheri, during which Paula said she would invite them to a party she was planning, she began to work into the nitty-gritty.

"How is the home life, honey?" Paula asked slyly.

"Maybe you know how it is, Paula," Cheri smiled. "The men spend too much time at the office ..."

"Or looking at other girls," Paula said. "Steve looks like a tiger."

"Just once in a while," Cheri murmured. The way she said it gave Paula a sharp thrill in the crotch.

"A couple of my girl friends married men much older than they are, too," Paula said. "Dean is younger, but they get tired of the same old stuff." She trembled and lowered her voice. "Are you reading me, honey?"'-

Cheri giggled. "I thought I read you the first time I saw you ... I wondered if you were ever going to make a pass."

This sexy little number is a mile ahead of me! Paula thought, her clit itchy. She knew what I wanted when I called this morning.

"Well, let's do something about it," Paula breathed, shuddering. "Why don't I rent a nice room, huh?"

Cheri lowered her glass and flicked her tongue between her fresh, soft-looking hps. She leaned forward so the slash in her bodice fell open, revealing the upper curves of her breasts.

"Are you good with a pussy, honey?" Paula trembled. Just like picking ripe fresh fruit. Delicious!

I wonder how many other cute girls look at me and wonder if I'm a good fuck? she asked herself. I'm going to have plenty of nice soft cunt from now on. If Dean doesn't like it 111 dump him.

Kathi Evers relaxed on a chaise longue on the Sims patio and thought about her date with Don Field the night before ...

As soon as they entered the downtown motel suite, he locked the door and turned, sliding his big, strong arms around her. She trembled, holding her mouth up.

"I didn't think you'd come," he murmured. "But I'm damned glad you did, young and beautiful!"

She had almost turned back on the edge of Lake City, she had almost lost her nerve. A single girl playing with a married man could lead nowhere. He had a beautiful redheaded wife, and he was old enough to be her father. But she hated to break promises, and he was horribly appealing, mature ...

Paula hadn't thought anything about her sister going out for the evening, and Anna certainly hadn't objected very strongly when she, Kathi, had delivered the message that he wouldn't be home.

"I-don't know much about this," she breathed, shivering again.

His hands tightened around her. "I'll be very genfle with you, Kathi." His mouth lowered, her hps opened, and suddenly he was taking her mouth with sensuous hunger. His tongue flicked at her teeth and she let it slide voluptuously inside. His right hand slid down her lightly sheathed bottom, testing the softness. A hungry sound came up in his throat.

She wore the bare minimum, a party frock with a very short hemline, bra and pantyhose. She had worn a light jacket to de-accent the thrust of her titties while

she walked into the hotel lobby to meet him, but it was open in front and her eager breasts were pushing into his shirt front.

She had parked Paula's extra car in the hotel lot and climbed into his car. It had been only a short drive to the motel he'd picked. Now she was inside, tasting the sweet forbidden lust of a married man.

His tongue searched her mouth, her lips fluttered against his, her tongue coiled an answer. He trembled and squeezed her bottom, lifting her skirt in back, inching his fingers down between her nyloned thighs.

Ohhhh, I hope he likes the anal thing! she thought wildly. I do have a pretty ass! If he can't fuck me there I hope he fingers it good.

She arched her rump backward, encouraging his further caresses. Her nipples stiffened in her bra, honeyed shivers racing along her body. Thinking about her date on the drive in had moistened her pussy, and she was ready, ready, ready!

His mouth lifted at last. He breathed into her lips while he stroked her nyloned assflesh and her thighs close to her cunny.

"You're something, Kathi!"

"I love what you're doing, honey," she murmured. It's been so damned long since I had a good date! she thought. Months and months ... and I didn't even get my hand on his prick.

A few moments later she was in the bathroom sliding into a filmy pink nightie she'd hidden in her handbag. She freshened her pussy and dabbed more perfume on it, perfumed her arching titties and brushed her long brown hair. Her bridal night without benefit of a binding knot. Her cherry needed breaking; she was shaking with need.

Anna looks very passionate, she thought. I hope he has lots of prick left for me ...

When she came out of the bathroom he wore only his briefs. His small pot belly, his thickness at the waist, didn't do much for her. She had always seen him in padded jackets, never in a swim suit, and she felt a

disappointing shock. His muscles were actually saggy.

But at least he had a big lump in his shorts, and was still handsome enough. And he had dimmed the lights, thankfully.

"Ohhhh, Don," she breathed running to him, sitting beside him on the edge of the bed.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his left arm circling her waist, his right lifting to her titties. He kissed her again and cradled a breast, playing deftly with her nipple. Sweet tingles chased along her thighs to her damp, heating cunt. By closing her eyes she could almost imagine he was some guy about twenty-five ...

Trembling, she reached for his covered prick, pressed her fingers on the sexy cocklength. It was about six inches long, not too huge. It would surely slide in her cunt without hurting. He knew how to kiss, all right. He seemed to know she wanted a lot of it.

Something was happening to her, though, and it wasn't encouraging. His glamor was fading in her thoughts, as he became an old man with a smooth line and a sensual redheaded wife who acted as though he wasn't getting his homework done. An edge of her old shyness returned.

"Turn out the light, honey," she breathed.

"Yeah, sure," he said, acting rather surprised. He left the bed and reached for the lamp switch. The room was plunged into darkness. She scooted back on the bed, spreading out, waiting. He sank down at her left, reaching for her body, his hand gliding between her opened thighs.

He took her mouth again and caressed her cunt. He shuddered. When she reached for his prick she found he was naked. The touch of his cock in her fingers reawakened her longing. Now he could be anybody!

His hand played skillfully on her pussy, spreading her tender labia, pressing gently. She hunched up, her thrills sharpened.

"You're soft and very sexy, Cheri," he murmured, his mouth working down from her throat. With her left

hand she lifted her titties out of the nightie, lacing her fingers in his hair.

"No," he muttered. "It's a toupee ..

"Oh," she murmured, feeling another bite of disappointment. I never dreamed he was bald, she thought Ohhhh, damn. Maybe I shouldn't have come, after all! Of course, there's that bald TV announcer who's very sexy.

He caressed her thighs from knee to crotch, his lips closed around a nipple. It stiffened, her clit tingled as he teased her cunt mound again. His play finger slipped inside, he trembled, his hps sucked harder. He was doing all the right things, but somehow her passion wasn't rising!

He sensed something was wrong, and lifted his mouth from her titties.

"What's the matter, Kathi?"

Honey, would you go out and get a bottle? I mean-"

"Hell, I should have thought of it" he said, obviously cooling. He moved away from her. His voice changed. "Do you really want this?"

"Well, I'm here," she murmured. "I'm awfully sorry."

"Hell, itll be all right," he muttered. "Give me a Utile sample first, huh?"

"Yes," she said. She couldn't be a welcher!

He crawled above her, she opened her thighs farther. She found his cock and guided it toward her cunt. He muttered harshly, his body jerked, his prickhead pushed at her pussy, and suddenly he was cursing and shaking. His prick tensed in her hand, the knob swelled! She felt the gush of his gism against her cuntlips ...

He sank down on her, shuddering. His cock wasn't in, it was between her thighs. An awful coldness crawled through her being.

Half an hour later she was driving back to Lake City. It was all over, and he hadn't even broken her cherry! A middle-aged jackrabbit

Now, resting lazily on the patio, wearing only a 82

mini-bikini, she felt the sweet rise of her need. The guilt and shame were behind her, she had gone to bed without masturbating, but she knew she had to do it now. Ohhh, yes! Her unrequited lust of the night before began to rage through her body. She remembered the scene of the previous afternoon, when Anna and Connie and Paula had kidded her, she remembered how they had stared at her figure.

I'm sure I broke in on a pussy party, she thought. Bare titties sticking out, nipples stiff, flushed faces. It turned me on, big! I went back home and played with my cunt ... Maybe that's why I couldn't turn on with Don. Noooo, it was more than that. A toupee, a pot belly ... I can climax alone lots of times.

I know the truth, now! I wanted to join in with those three sexy gals. I must be lesbian. I must be a queer. Ohhhh, hell!

She swung off the chaise longue and moved into the house. For some offbeat reason she wanted to take a look in Paula's bedroom before she entered her own. She was sure Paula still masturbated. She didn't sleep with Dean.

Opening Paula's door, she slipped inside. Vicki had straightened everything. But a small black object on the vanity top drew her eyes. She'd seen one like it over at Anna's the previous afternoon. How odd. She moved over and examined the small oblong box. It had four buttons and a tiny switch, and was obviously made in Japan. Not a transistor radio. She flicked the switch and pressed the red button and a strange noise came from the top vanity drawer. It was a curious vibrating of some object against wood. When she lifted her finger the noise stopped.

Quickly she opened the drawer and lifted some filmy nighties and undies. At the bottom of the drawer, nestled against the wood of the front panel, was a three-inch long round cylinder about an inch thick. How very interesting! She lifted the object in her hand, pushed the red button again. The tube almost jumped out of her palm. Some scene!

It had to be a dildo! But what a novel contraption. A girl could have it in her cunt, the control device in her hand ...

Those three bitches were sitting over there yesterday with their tits out and wiggly artificial pricks in their cunts! she thought. No wonder they looked excited, Hushed in the face. Ohhhh, I have to try this! I need a climax bad, I need a LOT of them.

Paula was in Spokane on business, all gussied up. She probably wouldn't be back until evening. Good.

Kathi took the two provocative devices in her hand and left the luxurious bedroom. In a moment she was locked in her own room, shivering with a strange excitement. Quickly she slipped out of her bikini and moved to a love seat, spreading her thighs.

Ill break my own cherry, she thought. I'm too old to have one, anyway.

A sudden new idea struck her. She could try the tube up her anus! Oh, this was a swinging gadget, all right. She didn't need prick. She would save her cunt for the very right man, someone with money, reasonably young. Her momentary crush on Don Field had been silly.

She pushed the dildo between her cuntlips and shuddered. During her years of self-indulgence she'd been very careful not to push her fingers too far inside. She'd explored, of course. Her hymen was still intact, waiting for a big hard cockhead. She was glad now Don hadn't punctured it! But the aperture in her delicate maidenhead just might admit the inch-thick dildo without breaking it... Marvelous idea.

As the litde tube entered her cunt she pushed very carefully. No pain. It was going in, slickly, dreamily.

"Nnnnnnnnn!" she breathed, easing the object out of sight in her twat. How delicious! It was bedded in her vagina, it gave her a wonderfully full sensation, utterly new. Now for the litde black box. She held it in her right hand and pressed the LO button.

"OHHH!" she gasped, as the swift vibrations sent 84

thrill after tingly thrill across her loins. "Ohhhhhhhh, it's good!"

She pressed her clit zone and more sweet sparks of pleasure made her thighs quiver, her nipples stiffen. She released the power and rested, her mind whirling with all kinds of sexy ideas. She could have the tube in almost any old time, on the beach, while she danced. The box could easily be hidden in a skirt pocket or small handbag. She simply had to have her own unique plaything. She would ask Paula where to buy them. It was simply a far out plan.

Shivering, her cunt oozing hot juices, she pushed the MED button. WOW! The thrills came so fast she cried out and quickly turned off the power. Now that she had it she wanted to delay her first climax as long as possible. Fun, fun! Her thoughts returned again to Paula, Connie and Anna. She remembered the lush curves of their breasts, the firm beauty of her sister's titties, those long, long shapely thighs.

Ohhhh, it's an awful idea, but I'd like to have her FUCK me! I want to get in on one of those swinging pussy parties!

With her forefinger on her hardening clit, she pushed the LO button. The voluptuous wiggle in her cunt thrilled her clitoris into sweet erectness. Things inside her cunt were starting to happen! Glorious! She was rising toward her peak of joy, she was hunching, hunching .. .

Just in the nick of time she lifted her finger from the control. Wow! Achy stings fanned out through her pelvis, she felt the old urge to have a finger in her backside. But she was too far along to change position, she was right on the brink of going off. Now, push the button ...

Come pussy, come off good! she thought. Ohhhh, yes, yes! It's coming now, it's wild, wild! OHHHHH, it's BREAKING in my CUNT. It's breaking deep and HARD!

She squealed. The hot pulsing of her clit jerked her hip in swift coital lifts. She was bucking and fucking,

her legs were kicking, her titties jiggling. Her gun was firing so swiftly she could hardly uplunge fast enough! Deep, thorough quivers bathed her crotch. The throbbing of her coming cunt had never been wilder!

She lifted her finger from the activator, slumping back on the love seat, tasting the sugary aftermath, the little twitches of exquisite relief only a good orgasm could bring. Love that thing!

Down to her panties and bra and smoky nylons, Paula watched Cheri undress. The cute blonde lifted her frock over her head and Paula's heart thudded. What a sweet, curvy little ass, what sweet, thrusty titties.

Paula had rented a nice room, gone up alone and called the club to let Cheri know the number. She'd wasted no time in arriving, and she was wasting no time getting her clothes off either.

Seeing Paula still in her nylons and undies, Cheri left hers on, too. They moved to the bed, staring at each other's charms.

"Ohhh, you're beautiful!" Cheri breathed, resting on the edge of the wide bed. Her deep blue eyes showed her excitement, a light flush pinking her throat.

"You're delicious, Cheri," Paula smiled. She posed in front of the blonde. She undulated her hips and spread her long thighs, knowing her whisper thin panties revealed her cunt bush. "Too bad these husbands never give a young wife enough prick, isn't it, honey?"

"I've always had troubles with guys," Cheri said, blushing. "Could you tell when you first saw me?"

"It shows, for me, sweetie," Paula murmured. "I'm in the same fix. I'll have to tell you a little secret. I can't come when Dean does."

"I can, sometimes," Cheri said. "But not enough! Isn't it hell?"

"Right. Here we are, sexy looking girls who should just love prick, and we're really tuned in for pussy! If

we didn't live in square country I'd just as soon live with a nice cute girl." She laughed. "Or maybe two of them ..."

Cheri giggled. "That might be real fun."

"Say, how would you like to join in on a swinging girl party some time?" Paula asked, trembling. "I know two other sexy chicks who really love it."

"Sounds real cool, honey," Cheri laughed. The gin was getting to her. Her eyes, fastened on Paula's thighs and pussy, grew larger. "Come on, let's do something!"

Paula ran her tongue out and writhed it. She hadn't had a chance to eat any pussy the day before. Cheri was the petite, dainty kind of girl who should love it.

Cheri smiled, shooting her own tongue from between her lips. They both broke out laughing and Paula swung down beside the blonde. By mutual consent they removed their bras. Cheri's breasts had a delightful thrust, the small, pink nipples drew Paula's right hand. Cheri half-turned, curving her titties out for Paula's pleasure.

"Mmmmmmm!" Paula breathed, filling her hand with warm, sexy flesh. No husband would be coming home to interrupt her enjoyment and Paula intended to get all she could from this delightful young piece of fluff. Stealing some of Steve's goodies made it all the better.

"Ohhhhh," Cheri murmured, trembling, watching Paula's fingers play. "You're good, honey. I remember the first time I saw you at a dance at the Lake City Elks. I got real jealous of your husband ..."

"Baby, I looked you over, too," Paula murmured, breathing in the sweet pussy aroma. "I asked questions around- But I have to admit I sure don't care for Steve."

"Well, I could see that," Cheri said. "He's a driver, and you're a strong-minded girl. Do you really want us to come to a party?"

"Maybe we'd better keep this secret," Paula said, trembling. She would have to reconsider her plans about breaking Steve; perhaps her father was right to

hit a man in the pocketbook. The egotistical bastard needed toning down.

"Let's don't talk about men right now, honey," Cheri whispered, offering her small, full mouth for a kiss.

Paula took the uptilted lips, burrowing in. Cheri's mouth opened, her arms crawled around Paula's neck. Paula shuddered, stroking her tongue into the sexy mouth, feeling the tremors of excitement, the exquisite softness of Cheri's whole being. Paula worked her hand down the soft belly to spread-open thighs, caressing silky smooth flesh between the bands of Cheri's nylons and her thinly-pantied cunt. Cheri's tongue answered with languid wiggles, her crotch curved up.

This really is my thing, Paula thought. Those fucking men with their litde boy lusts and animal cocks. I love to tantalize them with my body, but that's all. I'm going to get in Kami's panties, too! I'll turn her into a swinger. I promised Connie a good, long fuck, too. Ohhh, this is going to be a fine summer!

Slowly she tipped Cheri back on the bed, turning her torso so their breasts slid sweetly together. She inched her fingers into Cheri's panties as the dainty blonde trembled, hunching. Paula's clit lengthened deliriously.

Paula broke the sensuous tongue kiss and teased her play finger along Cheri's soft, moist cunt crevice. She found the stiff little clitoris. It was well-developed, half an inch of delightful sexiness.

"Ohhhhh!" Cheri gasped. Her soft thighs flexed, her Utile nipples hardened against Paula's passion-firmed titties.

"I'm going to fuck you good, baby," Paula breathed, rolling the dainty spike gently. Cheri's arms tightened, her pretty face showing her thrall.

"Ohhhh, damn!" Cheri gasped. "It's been such a long time!"

"Hasn't any girl made it with you lately, honey."

"Nooooo! Ohhhh, Paula! You're sometitihg else."

"OHH, I'm going to eat the sex right out of your nice, hot cunt!" Paula breathed. She sUd her long finger

into the dainty puss, and Cheri whimpered, hunching up, up, up. Her face twisted.

"Tell me how much you like it!" Paula gasped, pushing the panties back at the top, pressing her thumb at the base of the dainty stiff clit.

"UGHHHHH!" Cheri panted. "OHHH, honey! OHHH-OHHH-OHHH!"

"Come off, you sexy little thing!" Paula cried, shuddering. "Come now, baby! Break your CUNT!"

Kathi's soft, curvy body began to shake wildly, her hips bucked, her pretty thighs pulled together; the voluptuous pounds of her shooting fun gun sent wild surges of lust through Paula's being. Breaking a cute girl's cookies was the best thing there was!

Ohhhh, she comes hard! Paula thought. Real hard and good!

Kathi whimpered and shuddered through her orgasm, her clit tensing and pulsing against Paula's teasing, knowing finger. Finally she stopped shaking and she softened, breathing deeply, her hands caressing Paula's shoulders and waist A happy little smile touched her lips.

"Ohhhhh, real wild!"

"I knew you were a hot Utile pussy," Paula whispered, raising up and lowering her mouth toward the sweedy jutting coral-tipped breasts. She licked a nipple and Cheri trembled again, arching her titties higher. With her hand Paula urged more trembles from the sweet, wet cunt.

How utterly delicious.