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  "Play with my titties, honey," she breathed. "I love that!"

  "Man, you've got a beautiful pair," he muttered, palming a breast in each hand.

  "Say anything you want to," she murmured. "I like screw words."

  "Man, you are something, Paula."

  "I guess I'm a little mannish, in some ways-I can't help it. If I don't come I hope you won't be too disappointed."

  He shivered, his hands tightening on her titties.

  "I'm a virgin in one way, Dean," she murmured. "I never made it with a guy ... Or a girl either, in case you're wondering! I have a long clit, so be real careful when you tease it..."

  "Jeeeeesus!" he breathed.

  "And please don't ever ask me to suck you or go down on me."

  "R-right," he muttered thickly.

  "Maybe someday," she whispered. "I love everything else! Come on, honey. Say some nice, dirty fuck words."

  He gulped, his eyes grew hot. She knew men had filthy minds; she was masculine enough to appreciate

  their inclinations. Her own sex fantasies were utterly far out.

  "When are you going to give me that nice, pretty cunt, beautiful?"

  "That's better," she purred. "Even if I don't come off I'm going to give you a good, hot fuck."

  "Great!" he exclaimed, teasing her tender nipples. He was really very skillful with them. She decided to try something Anna Field said she used to get her husband's prick good and hard. She lifted from the couch and lowered her bikini panty. He stared and stared at her swelling pussy. The little patch of pubic hair still hid her clitoris.

  "Beautiful!" he gasped, his prick oozing more juice. Men were born peepers, always looking at sexy girls. She stood close by the couch and opened her legs, tipping her cunt out and up. She reached down with her hands and spread her labia, exposing her stiffened clit.

  "Jeeeeesus H. Keeeerist!" he breathed.

  "Isn't that a nice, sexy little cunt cock?" she gurgled, wiggling her ass. "Are you ready to fuck me in the cunt?"

  He seemed almost stunned. She was acting out a part she had rehearsed in her mind many times. He was entranced with her cunny. He wasn't offended by her oversized clit. There was a hole right below it that would take his prick, and that was what he really wanted.

  His hands dug into the couch, his legs trembled, his nuts were tight at the root of his prick. He was almost ready to come!

  She released her hold on her pussy and slid swifdy above him again. She found his cockhead with her twat and shivered as the big glans spread her virginal labia. It was good, but it wasn't pressing into her clit. She began oozing her cunt down around his meat.

  "Ohhhhh, that's dreamy good prick!" she cried. It was better than her dildo, but not much. She didn't use the vibrating penis much any more. She had very little sensitivity inside her vagina. Her clit was where her fun

  was. She came off so well with it she didn't see how sex could possibly be any better! But if he wanted cunt slides, she could give them.

  "Ughhhhh!" he moaned as she inched his cock up into her slickened cunt. She gloried in the rapt expression on his face. A typical male, a slave to his lusts. She felt a sudden twinge of regret that bothered her, she washed she could feel more involved, more feminine, more carried away by her first real sexual encounter.

  Not so. Emotionally, she was cold, physically she was almost totally self-centered, the supreme egotist. She was Paula Evers, complete within herself. But she had a pretty, pampered thing between her legs that drove men crazy as it gave her power, and she decided suddenly she would use it to add to the wealth her father had left her...

  Oh, she would still enjoy her favorite pastimes, clothes and sex and the company of attractive girls, swimming and parties. Having a husband would make her a proper young matron, more socially acceptable.

  Taking a prick wasn't so bad, really, as long as she could control the action. Her cunt would take the average prick, even though her vagina was deeper than the average; she was quite familiar with feminine anatomy since she had read her books studiously.

  Recently she had been experimenting with her urethra. The little opening was becoming more sensitive. But she didn't go along with some of the experts who claimed a woman didn't experience a real orgasm until the whole vagina and pelvis became involved, clenching and spasming around the invading male phallus. Even the medical descriptions of it sounded rather disgusting and animalistic. She had her own way of coming off, and it was utterly devastating!

  And while she was thinking about men and their weaknesses, she knew there was one she had to put down and humble. His name was Steve Hill, a rising young financier at Spokane with a very cute sexy blonde wife named Cheri. He thought he had been put

  on earth especially for the delectation of the female. He was loathsomely virile and aggressive. At a party recently he had asked her for a dance arid she had accepted, mainly to see if she could make Cheri jealous. She had. For all that, she liked Cheri, whose dainty moves and wiggles were very interesting.

  "So I finally get to dance with the ultra-sophisticated Paula Sims," he had said in a very superior tone of voice. "And very wealthy, too."

  He tried to draw her close and she resisted. "Don't expect me to rub it around on you like these other chicks."

  "Oh, one of those," he chuckled. "All looks and no go-go, huh?"

  "Isn't Cheri giving you enough?" she asked dryly.

  "Ho! I heard you were very outspoken. She doesn't mind if I get a little on the side. I'll bet you don't know what a good piece of ass really is."

  "Go fuck yourself!" she said coolly. She left him in the middle of the dance floor.

  Even though she had embarrassed him by jerking away, she had made up her mind she was going to get even.

  Now, with her fianc6's prick sliding up in her cunt, she had a plan. No male was going to get the best of her. Not one.

  CHAPTER TWO

  "About time we crawled on the bed, isn't it, honey?" she breathed, caressing his rigid prick. Dean's hand rested snugly on her cunt and she uphunched. They had played around long enough; she wanted to get it over with and send him to his room so she could begin her own evening's enjoyment

  "Right," he breathed, shuddering.

  She drew away and he left the love seat, stretching out on the lushness of her huge bed. She finally removed the seductive nightie, still thinking of the details of her very first fuck in the boat house.

  She even recalled her thoughts about Steve Hill. Since her marriage, she hadn't had just the right opportunity to trample him, although she'd had his financial status investigated. He even owned some shares of Ev-ers mining stock.

  "The way to really hurt a man is in the pocketbook," her father had said many times. Perhaps, but hurting Steve in the ego would be much more satisfying for her.

  I hate him! she thought. I'd like to kick him right in the nuts.

  She moved above her husband, spread her long legs and began rubbing her titties on his chest. His hands moved along her waist and shoulders. She was aroused, her clit ached, her nipples were stiff and tingly. But from now on she would have to do some acting. The

  animalistic sliding on his cock usually didn't last over eighteen minutes.

  "Want my cunt now, honey?" she cooed, lifting her titties and sticking her tongue out.

  "Hell, yes, you teaser!"

  She permitted herself a cozy girlish giggle. She located his cockhead with her pussy and squeezed her labia around it. He shivered, his prick tensed, his eyes glazed. He might have certain weaknesses, but he was man enough to want cunt. He wasn't homosexual. Kathi, with normal feminine drives, thought he was just wonderful! The poor girl was dying for prick. She was rather shy and didn't assert herself. Considering her strict upbringing, she might even be a virgin. . . .

  Paula had never talked frankly with her pretty younger sister. It might be fun. Aunt Eleanor, with whom Kathi had lived since the sudden death of their parents, was obv
iously a prude. She probably hadn't told Kathi one thing about sex.

  I suppose if I let Dean give her a fuck she'd get all emotional about it. I'd love to watch it happen! One of these days I'm going to try a girl fuck. Dean deserves a little pussy once in a while.

  She urged her hips lower and tightened her cunt around the first three or four inches of his cock.

  He trembled. "Jeeeesus, that's good cunt!"

  "Ohhhh, it just fills my pussy!" she breathed, starting to rotate as she urged his knob deep. His hands dropped at his sides, showing he has learned well. From now on it was her show. Just cunt and prick until he squirted. Giving him pleasure was gratifying. From a purely medical standpoint his jism was good for her body; the rich mancream enhanced her beauty. Since she'd started having regular gushes of it, her breasts had a little extra fullness, her eyes had a livelier sparkle. She felt more grown up.

  She breathed faster, simulating her passion. She hunched three times and rested. She nibbled at his lower lips and whispered.

  "Hold your come as long as you can, honey!"

  "Riiight," he muttered, his cock tensing again. She kept her pelvis angled so her long, tender clit didn't rub his shaft. Her need ebbed, as usual. She almost detested this crude bobbing and bouncing that men loved. She knew the 'mechanics' of fucking, though. She was in some ways like a whore, never going off with his prick, putting on a convincing show. But if she didn't give him regular pussy he might look for it somewhere else. Except for this one thing he was exactly right for her, and she really didn't want to lose him.

  Hunch, hunch, hunch-around and around. Another pause while she tightened her cunt again.

  "Is it really good cunt, honey?" she breathed.

  "Jeeeeesus, you're terrific!" he gasped. Her screw words gave him pleasure. Getting him off good cooled him for a few days. In between fucks a few lingering kisses and feels satisfied him. She dressed provocatively and he liked that, too.

  "Tell me when you're ready to come, honey," she murmured. She knew exactly when, but he loved to hear it. Three more slow hunches. "Ohhhh! It's good tonight!" she panted.

  He shuddered, his breathing sucked in. His big moment wasn't far away. She fucked teasingly, drawing out his fun as long as she could. Her cunt was good and slick. On her downstrokes she could feel his nuts tight at the root of his cock.

  She suddenly remembered that she had a new sex thing to experiment with. Another of her good friends, Connie Wallace, had been in Japan recently with her middle-aged husband, Ed. He owned a chain of oil wells and they lived just around a bend in the lake. Connie, a rather large plump blonde, wasn't getting enough cock either. Paula and Anna Field and Connie often had afternoon cocktails together or whiled away sunny afternoons on the beach below the Evers mansion. It was still hard for her to think of the house as belonging to Dean. In fact, it didn't. It was part of the estate he had relinquished before the wedding ...

  Anyway, Connie had brought a present for Paula in the form of a new kind of dildo. A three inch long and inch thick tube went in the vagina. It was controlled remotely by a clever little box that fit in the hand or purse, much like a TV remote activator and channel selector.

  Turn it on and press one of the buttons and the little imitation prick vibrated in the cunt. There were four speeds. Connie claimed it was heavenly! She could have an orgasm almost anywhere ... A snug pair of panties kept it from failing out.

  Connie had dropped by for a drink and visit the day before, leaving Paula the gift. Paula hadn't tried it yet, but she intended to as soon as Dean had his fuck and departed for his own bedroom. They never slept together, and he apparently didn't care. She didn't like the idea of appearing in front of anyone without makeup and the proper clothes, and the thought of being that close to him for that much time, with its bedroom familiarity, offended her.

  She sneaked a glance at her wrist watch. His eighteen minutes of cunt was about through. He knew it too. He groaned, his hips lurched higher.

  "Ohhhh, I'm coming off, honey!" she cried, going into the last phase of her act.

  "UGHHHHH!" he moaned, his face contorting.

  "My cunt's busting!" she panted, hunching swiftly. "OHHH, OHHH, OHHH!"

  His animal whimper of release, the flex of his prick, the swell of his cockhead made her shudder, but not with passion. She bounced furiously, shaking the bed. He was spewing his semen in her cunt, the throb of his prick lasted longer than usual.

  "OHHH, OHHH!" she cried again, gripping his cock with her cunt muscles.

  He was far, far away, and she often wondered if he actually thought about her in the throes of his delight. Maybe tonight he dreamed he was shooting his come in Kathi's puffy cunt...

  Her time for sex fantasies would happen later. 21

  She slowed her humps and, fested, breathing hard, knowing the sound gave hjgrt pleasure. She hunched a few more lingering times, until his cock began to shrink, and pulled away. She sank down on her back at his left. The view of his prick, still oozing white drip-pies of come juice, made her slightly nauseated. She turned her head.

  "Damn, that was good," he muttered, opening his eyes to gaze at her figure.

  "Dancing and a few drinks makes mine come good, too, honey," she murmured. She was in no hurry to get up and go to the toilet; she wanted his jism to lave the whole inside of her cunt. She held a towel against her pussy to catch part of the drippage.

  Inwardly she heaved a big sigh. He probably wouldn't need it for three or four days, at least. He reached for her and she gave him a soft, goodnight kiss. Fun time was over.

  He left the bed and donned his robe.

  "Honey," she said, stretching. "Why don't you take Kathi boating tomorrow? I know she'd love it."

  "Sure," he grinned. "Don't you want to go?"

  "Oh, I can trust you," she smiled. "I promised Anna I'd drop over. Connie will probably be there, too. See you in the morning, huh?"

  He nodded and went out. She left the bed instantly and locked the door. She dropped the towel on the floor. She wanted Vicki Saunders, the maid, to find it there. She'd overheard Vicki telling the Field cook one day that Paula's husband sure doesn't get much screwing.

  Vicki, a cute good looking blonde Paula had picked at Spokane, was a towel and panty sniffer. She would get a nose full of jism and pussy aroma in the morning!

  Now for MY fun, Paula thought, posing in front of the big vanity mirror. I need at least six or seven orgasms. And I want to try that new clever Japanese dildo. I could use it anywhere, at parties, in a bikini, even while dancing! Mmmmmmmm. I hope it works for me.

  She opened her long, sexy thighs and spread her cunt lips with her fingers. Her little, stiff clitoris was at full erection, shiny with pussy juice and probably a little jism, too. She tensed it and felt the sweet thrills chase down her legs and back up to her achy little cock.

  A few moments later, her pussy freshened, she found the key she wanted in her handbag and opened the locked bottom drawer of her vanity. Inside was her collection of erotica, some of it dating from her high school years. One little story about an all-girl party, well illustrated and printed in France, always gave her a good 'hardon.'

  But her fingers went to the two piece dildo. Ohhh, those clever Nipponese! She moved to the bed and sprawled out with two pillows behind her head. She slipped the litde three-inch tube in her cunt and examined the control box.

  There was an on switch and four colored buttons for different speeds. She started the power and pressed the low control. The faint quick vibration in her cunt brought a gasp from her lips. Sweet tingles fanned out through her crotch and her clit ache sharpened. Delicious!

  She had a regulation drug-store type vibrating penis, but it didn't do much for her unless she let it wiggle near her clit. The penetration, keeping it visibly in her cunt, was too much like a real prick. This was much better. It was completely hidden, she could play button-button and still tease her clit.

  She turned the power o
ff and rested as tiny after-tingles radiated out from her vagina. She would have to do something really nice for Anna, buy her a new bikini or something. The lush redhead was sensational in nuni-bikims. Her titties were large, her hips curvy, and she had a very sensual, expressive mouth. She admitted she loved to suck prick, but her husband Don couldn't take much of it.

  Paula moved the control box to her left and pressed the fingers of her right hand on her cunny. She spread

  her moistened cuntlips, caressing the sensitive flesh at the base of her clit. She pushed the Medium button.

  Zing! The rapid shake of the tube in her cunt was utterly sensational!

  "Ohhhh!" she gasped. Her clit stiffened, her thighs trembled, her nipples peaked delectably. She pressed the off button quickly.

  Nearly made it that time! she thought, relaxing again. Love that little dealie!

  She didn't want to start climaxing too soon. Once she began she could hardly control herself; it was one hot explosion after the other. The first one was always a teasing rise, delayed and delayed to the very limit.

  Now she could indulge in sex fantasies, a scene she'd enjoyed since the age of eighteen when she'd heard her parents fucking in this very same room. After the tragedy she had taken over the largest bedroom.

  One of her favorite dreams concerned herself at about the age of eighteen and a very young, pretty girl around eleven or twelve. The girl was blonde and very naive, she'd never had an orgasm. She always met the girl on a lonely beach and both wore bikinis. Paula saw herself coaxing the girl to a hidden spot in the bushes . . .

  "My, you're so cute and pretty, Susie," Paula said, sitting close to the girl. "Are you dating boys yet, honey?"

  "Nooo!" Giggle, giggle. Blush.

  "Have you ever seen a boy's prick?" Paula asked, sliding her left arm around the soft waist.

  "Oh, wow! Noooo ..."

  "Have you ever had fun, like between your legs, sweetie?"