Alex and I were two girls about to tear Spring Break a new asshole. We had only two rules:
Stick together, no matter what.
No cocks in our asses or pussies without an up-to-date STD-free certification.
There was a smartphone app that securely accessed your latest test results data and either confirmed you were STD-free or didn't. It was the single most downloaded app in Florida that month. Of course, it was useless unless you'd had yourself tested recently, but that was fine with us. There was no shortage of cocks.
(The second-most downloaded app was one that looked like the first one, unless you looked closely. It said the bearer was STD-free, but the test date was always yesterday, and the words "For novelty use only" appeared in tiny letters at the bottom of the screen. Weasel-ware.)
We decided to roll the dice on oral sex and cum showers, and get checked for the curable STDs when we got back. The main other precaution was already handled: I'd been on the pill since the week I lost my virginity, and Alex had been since she was a teenager. She'd spent the last year exclusively with another woman, but the door had stayed theoretically open, and Alex was amazingly logical about that kind of thing.
Those were our ONLY rules.
If you've never been to a modern Spring Break, it's hard to describe. At one level it's just a bunch of kids having fun—yelling, teasing, standing around insecurely, drinking, dancing, flirting, drinking too much… slurring, staggering, throwing up, passing out.
But around the edges, it's a bacchanal. Flirting becomes flashing. Dancing becomes overt sexual display. Girls push each other, try to outdo each other, to see who will go the furthest. Guys with cameras egg them on and encourage them. There's a lot of sex. Most of it one-on-one, in semi-privacy, but some of it fairly public, a little of it very public, and a small fraction of it not one-on-one or even two-on-one, but actual orgies of various kinds.
It's almost always girls who determine how far things go, in public settings. And it's often one or two girls who push things over the edge, crossing the border between public display of sexuality and actual public sex.
And Alex and I were those two girls: a team—a pair of bisexual gals on a mission: to push things over the edge—in the middle of a fluid, moving, drunken, hormone-rich, city-wide, week-long party, with edges all around.
Alex had a keen sense of when a situation could be pushed, often by a shouted encouragement or a brazen display, and a mission to bring my cum slut out in the most public and gratifying way possible for me.
And me, I was on a mission too. I would do anything that Alex said, to help turn a scene from sexy to sexual. If it meant going up in front of everyone, pulling some guy's bathing suit down, and sucking him off on the spot, I was up for it. If it meant leaning Alex against a tree and eating her standing up while she held my face and came loudly, I was her willing mouth.
I wanted it all—to feel mouths sucking on my tits, cunt, ass, and tongue; taste mouths, tits, twats, and cocks with my mouth, have cocks thrusting into my mouth, cunt, and ass. And I wanted cum—warm cum seeping out of all three carnal holes, running down my cheeks, dripping from my chin, falling like warm rain on my back and ass, pooling on my belly—all over me; I wanted to see its pearly whiteness. I wanted to smell it's acrid funk. I wanted for feel its warm slipperyness. I wanted to taste its gooey, salty flavor.
And I wanted to feel Alex's tongue licking the semen off my face and belly, her lips sucking it out of my twat and bringing me cum-filled kisses. I wanted to lick the cum from her body, lap it from her beautiful, dripping pussy, take it from her tongue with mine. I wanted to clasp her, mouths buried in cunts, and taste her beautiful orgasm while the two of us were being fucked passionately in the ass.
And I did. All of it. And more.
It was too wild, too frenzied, too drunken and disjointed to maintain any kind of chronology, even with Alex dictating notes into her phone or typing them into her laptop at every stolen opportunity. But some moments, some events, are burned into my memory, haunt my dreams, heat my masturbatory moments alone, even now:
-The flickering light of torches, close and hot in the mild night air. The bellows, laughter and shrieks of a wild party spinning out of control. Sand on skin. Alex, arched with her belly high, hands and feet on the beach sand. Me, standing over her, crouching to lick the salt off her sweaty abdomen, just above her bikini bottom, pouring tequila into a pool in her belly button, sucking it from her skin, throwing my head back and feeling the fire burn down my throat to whoops and shouts from the crowd, followed by more fire direct from her tongue as she found my lips with hers and fed me tequila, mouth-to-mouth in a wet, burning kiss.
-Alex, climbing onto a pool table in a dimly lit room, surrounded by a dozen men, taking off her bikini bottom to a chorus of male hoots, lying on her back and crooking a finger at me. A shirtless, muscular young man helping me up on the table, me peeling off my bottom to a roar of male approval, and lowering myself on all fours, face first, into her hot, juicy cunt. The heat of the men crowding around the pool table, focused on Alex and me having sex together. The hush that came over the room then. My sense of utter concentration on Alex's cunt, and the feel of her busy tongue, speaking directly to my clitoris, a frank discussion of love, in our own private language. The caress of many, many male hands, surprisingly gentle, reaching in from every direction to stroke us, touch us, to participate in our moment of mutual, intimate arousal.
-Alex, lying her back in the grass with her head resting in my lap, while a beautiful young man supported his weight on his arms and hovered above her like a dragonfly, thrustingg with his hips to penetrate deep into her beautiful cunt, over and over, before he cried out and came—his cock sliding out of her pussy as he withdrew, followed by the flow of white cream from her depths. Being lost in the heady sensation of eating Alex's pussy then, slurping the boy's fresh cum out of her love tunnel while trying to bring her to orgasm, the white semen seeping out of her, the mixture of male and female flavors intoxicating. Feeling her pull my swimsuit bottom off as I hovered above her, eating her. Feeling her lips latch onto my clitoris, sucking it like a teat. Feeling the heat rise in me as the taste of male cum penetrated the alcohol haze in my brain. The sucking on my clit becoming a vortex, pulling me inside out. Screaming my orgasm into Alex's quivering, cum-dripping pussy lips.
-Sitting side by side with Alex in a hotel room, lit only by reflected light from the swimming pool outside the open door—kissing, our breasts bare, near arms around each other, far arms each squeezing and stroking a male member. The lights from the pool throwing reflections onto the ceiling. The liquor, the light, and the stream of young men waiting their turn, all somehow combining to create the sense of almost being underwater. The smell of the cocoa butter and sex as Alex and I dipped into the jar sitting between us, each of us ejaculating a line of handsome young men as they licked and sucked our breasts and nipples and we brought them off in stream after stream of pulsing semen. French kissing Alex while we stroked and jerked on their cocks, and the young men suckled at our breasts and came in our hands. Our wrists and bellies covered in layer after layer of cum, spilling onto us from of one satiated cock after another.
-Wandering into a fraternity party house and finding a cluster of young men bullshitting around a kitchen table. The two of us stripping naked and clearing off the table to puzzled but welcoming silence. Alex spreading herself on the table and me straddling her, attentive to her sex, ignoring everything else around us. Alex remarking how good it would feel to have a man's warm cum shooting on her, and me enthusiastically agreeing. A cluster of handsome young men gathered around, grunting, calling out to us, stroking their rigid poles, staring at the pair of us eating each other out on their kitchen table. The first spatter of warm semen falling on my back, followed quickly by another spatter, and another. Looking up to see the swollen head of a penis, inches from my mouth, a ring of finger and thumb around it, suddenly squirting cum—closing my eyes and feeling it splash all over my face. And later, feeling a thin stream of cum, dripping down my back, running into the crack of my ass. And the feel of Alex's tongue lapping up the sticky fluid as it ran down my ass and into her mouth.
-The cheers as a group of young men hosed both of us down with warm beer, sluicing the layers of semen off our naked bodies with a beer shower. Drinking the pale ale mixture of cum and beer from the cup of Alex's loving cunt.
-Alex's arms around me, holding me tenderly, while strong male hands are holding the back of my head, pulling me down onto an out-thrust cock, forcing it all the way down my throat. Not being able to breathe for a handful of seconds as the cock churned, pumping, back and forth, deep in the back of my throat. Feeling it pulse. The sensation of a dick ejaculating directly into my stomach. The cock pulling out of my mouth and Alex's tongue entering, as if to taste what I had just done.
-Being bent over a bed, my face buried in a girl's pussy—not Alex, a blonde with shaved pubes—her tongue twirling madly around my clit, while Alex's voice murmured soothingly in my ear and her finger pumped in and out of my asshole, oiling me. Male hands gripping my hips, holding my ass and rubbing a huge cock-head against my anal sphincter. Panting, Alex's voice chanting "Relax. Relax," as a dick the size of a small train car spread me wide and kept spreading me, deeper and deeper, filling me, stretching my rectum—so painfully at first—then the deep, incredible pleasure of a cock plunging into my bowels, of being SO full, of pushing my hips back to take more, deeper, and feeling the tongue swirling around my clit and the cock up my ass combine to drag me over the edge into one of the most glorious, explosive orgasms of my life… Alex whispering "Yes, yes, cum you beautiful slut, you beautiful, beautiful slut," over and over in my ear as the blond continued to suck my clit and that monster dick pounded my ass, and I drifted away, climaxing continuously, on the sound of Alex's voice.
-Lying in a darkened bedroom somewhere, and quietly, intimately, sucking on Alex's clitoris while she sucked mine with exquisite tenderness, Alex on top, with two gorgeous boys panting as they pushed their cocks into both of our asses at once. Their groans of pleasure as the heads of their dicks penetrated our right anal rings. The feeling of sweet fullness in my own ass. The sight of a smooth, pink cock with bright blue veins disappearing deep into Alex's ass, inch by long inch. Her sharp gasp, sucking cool air over my clit as that big, beautiful dick spread her and opened her. Licking her clit in time to the pumping of the cock in and out of her ass. The feel of her trembling orgasm as she finally, for the first time let go, opened up and came without squeezing, her clit tugging at my mouth as she bucked fluidly, plunging her ass up onto the cock. Her scream of ecstasy.The base of a cock thrust deep in her ass pulsing, pulsing, shooting unseen cum in Alex's bowels.
-The slick feel of Alex's anus as I sucked the cum from her ass, the way it contracted around my tongue. The groan of a man as he watched me sucking his seed from my lover's asshole, looking up at him, winking, and swallowing. The tightness in his balls as a sudden belated jet of semen shot out of him, splashing on her ass cheeks. Letting it drip down in warm runnels onto my face, eyes closed in bliss.
-Alex and I sharing a boy as he lay on his back on the rug, Alex swaying her hips back and forth over his mouth while rode him like a cowgirl. The pressure of his cock against the back wall of my cunt when I rocked my hips backward, and the way the base of his cock rubbed against my clitoris. Suddenly feeling that I could cum this way. Realizing in mid-fuck that Alex had freed me at last. Much as I lusted to have a cock spurt hot seed into my mouth, I no longer required it—I had cum in a dozen different ways now, would cum in a hundred more. I could feel my resentment towards males dissipate as my shackles fell away. Men became humans to me in that moment, and cocksucking became pure pleasure, divorced from my own need for release. Humming in anticipation as I rocked back and forth on the long, beautiful cock, building slowly towards climax. Leaning forward to kiss Alex.
-Waking up on a strange carpet with Alex in the peeping sunlight, our arms wrapped fiercely and protectively around each other. Our lips meeting chastely, all lust burned away, only tenderness remaining, gazing into her bottomless brown eyes.
We piled back into the GirlMobile painfully early on Saturday morning, every one of us too hung over to want breakfast, just quarts of coffee to go. My tongue felt thick. Brushing didn't make the taste of last night's cum go away. It just made it weirdly minty. I alternately slept and drove the whole way home. I remember waking momentarily, sometime in the middle of the night, as the car pulled onto the gravel shoulder, Marcie turned the engine off and fell asleep sitting behind the wheel. I collapsed back into slumber with the rest of the girls until morning.
We got home late Sunday afternoon, and Alex and I separated for the first time in days, me to my empty dorm room to sleep again, and Alex to her room in the sorority house to begin the process of massaging and collating data for her massively revised thesis.
I have never loved anyone as much as I did Alex at that moment, when we parted, silently, not needing to say anything, or even express anything physically—the connection between us more solid than the earth beneath our feet.
I wanted to marry that girl. Hell, I wanted to have her babies.
And it almost worked out that way, too