Confessions of a Cum Slut Pt. 11-15

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Chapter 11 – Cum to Mommy

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My rent was paid, and I’d been working my cute little ass off studying all semester. Spring break was on my mind. A little sun, relaxation and alcohol sounded really attractive. I was a little short on cash, so I’d need to catch a ride with someone and find a place to crash, but a lot of kids did that. Six or eight in a hotel room wasn’t all that rare.

But who could I go with? I had been through two breakups recently and was unattached, so all my options were open. But… you know what? When you have all your options open, that’s all you have. To get anything more, you have to make choices, commitments, attachments—you walk through some doors, and others close. Mine were all open, and I was feeling ready to close a few.

In the larger picture, I was kind of intrigued by this older guy I’d met. I didn’t really know him, but I’d given him a few blowjobs, and he’d been really nice about it. He also had a really nice cock. All in all, he seemed pretty okay, and I mean okay for a real person, not just a guy. For a guy, he was startlingly okay. He even said he thought about me when he masturbated. How sweet was that? I was definitely gonna take that one slow, but I wanted to see where it led. It was an outside possibility, anyway.

But in terms of spring break, here and now, I was just trying to decide whether to go “where the boys are” or try to find some “girls gone wild.”

Hmm. Boys. I generally thought of them as dicks with dorks attached. It’s true that I really liked dicks, but I’d spent enough time enjoying them while avoiding the attached dorks to know the drawbacks. A cock waving through a glory hole was nice, inviting even, but it wasn’t companionship. And if there were guys my age who weren’t dorks, they were apparently keeping out of sight. I was keeping an eye out, though. I try to keep an open mind.

Really my she-male lover had been ideal for me: a girl I got along with, a lesbian who was interested in me sexually, and who had a dick I could suck on for guaranteed massive orgasms while she ate me. But she was gone now, and lesbian she-males don’t exactly grow on trees. The odds of finding another like her were remote.

That left girl-girls. I like girls, but the straight ones aren’t generally interested in having sex with me, unless it’s late and they’re pretty drunk—which leads to awkward mornings when they wake up in a strange girl’s bed with pussy breath—and the gay ones aren’t generally all that understanding about my need to have a cock in my mouth to reach orgasm. Neither are the straight ones, come to think of it…

So I was thinking my best bet was to find some bi gals I could hang out with. We could probably pick up guys, as needed, just by offering to suck their cocks. And if not, well, we bisexual girls are naturally self-reliant, especially in pairs. A cock in my mouth made cumming easier, but in a pinch a mouthful of pussy could be made to work. I just had to try a lot harder.

Great plan. Now, where were those bisexual girls hiding? I needed social and sexual introductions, but from whom? Who would understand my unusual needs and what girls might share them? Only one name came immediately to mind, and he was a weasel. But he knew a lot of girls and a lot about their sex lives.

Well, maybe a weasel would have to do. I happened to have his number, in more ways than one. So I called the Delta Pi frat house and asked for the oiliest prick there.

“This is Chaz.”

“Hi, Chaz. Cindy.”

“Cindy! Are you in the mood for another warm shower? I’d be happy to assemble the congregation. Do you need a ride? Carfare? A drink, or six?”

“Down, boy. Spring break is coming, and a shower or two might be very nice, actually. Where are your animals going to be housed?”

“Uh… Boca. On the main beach.”

“Know any bi girls driving there?”

“Hmm. Well, the Eta Pi sorority has a place nearby. They mostly play strictly for the other team, but a few swing both ways, and I know for a fact that a gaggle of them are making it a road trip…”

“If you could arrange an introduction, or better, a ride and an invitation, I might be able to persuade some sisterly switch-hitters to come over to your compound with me for some extended fun.”

“You might, but you probably wouldn’t. Of course I could TRY to get you in… They’re a bit clannish, but I do know a bi girl there who just lost her main squeeze. She’s a bit of a dom, but you’re used to that, and she’s nowhere near as scary as Twylla…

“I COULD give her your number and tell her you need a ride to the beach and some comfort… and I would, really, if i could just find her number… I’m sure it’s here. Somewhere…”

Enough dork; time to talk to the dick: ”Come by my dorm in twenty minutes and I’ll give you a blowjob you’ll never forget.”

“Oh, here it is! I’m calling her cell now. See you in twenty, then?”

“Chaz, you studly weasel, you wouldn’t be playing me, would you? “

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“Call her. If I hear from her, I’ll call you back. Then you can come over.”

“Cindy! I’m crushed. Now I will have to dig up her number. Oh well, Promise you’ll call? I’ll be waiting breathlessly to hear from you.”

I ended the call, a little shocked at my own deviousness. What ever happened to innocent little Cindy? Apparently I’d learned more than I realized from Twylla. Oh, well, it felt good to be able to successfully charm a snake like Chaz.

Thinking about sucking Chaz’s nice, long cock while I masturbated gave me a definite tingle. As long as I could keep his oily hands off me, I was going to enjoy this.

Hmm. Maybe if I took the doorknob off the closet…

I was putting my little home toolkit away, and lining the hole in the closet door with cling wrap, when my iPhone vibrated.

“Hello? “

“Hi, is this Cindy?” A young woman’s voice inquired.

“Yes?”

“My name is Alex. We have a mutual acquaintance. Chaz.”

“That weasel?”

She laughed. “Yes. That’s the one. He tells me you’re broken hearted and in need of comfort. Is he just pulling my chain?”

“I’m a little sad. I wouldn’t say broken-hearted–I just went through a couple of break-ups. I could use some company though, especially over spring break.”

“I wonder what Chaz is up to… you are hoping for a woman’s company, right?”

“Yes! Well, not exclusively. I’m complicated.“

“Ah-hah. He hopes one if us will deal him in. Not gonna happen. Still… Let me ask you something, Cindy. What are you wearing?”

I told her.

“Unzip your pants.”

I did, using the hand holding my phone so she could hear.

“Put a finger in yourself.”

“Uh. It’s, it’s in.”

“Take it out. Is it wet?”

“Yes.”

“Suck it. Are you sucking?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“How does it feel to do as I tell you? “

“It’s… exciting.”

“In what way?”

“Uh, sexually. It’s sexually exciting.”

“Do you want me to tell you to do things to me, Cindy? Sexual things?”

“I think so. Yes!”

“Do you want me to tie you up, so you’re helpless, and do sexual things to you?”

“Maybe… yes, I’d enjoy that, if I know you won’t hurt me.”

“I won’t hurt you, Cindy. But of course you can’t be sure of that. Does not being sure excite you?”

I caught my breath. “Yes,” I said, honestly.

“Does that surprise you?”

“Yes!”

“Would you like to learn more about yourself, Cindy? Would you like me to teach you?”

“Yes. Yes… please.”

Her voice thickened. “I like that. Come to the Eta Pi sorority house tomorrow morning at eight. Pack a bag. If I like what I see, we’ll go to the beach together.” She disconnected.

I was a lot more excited than I had expected to be. My cunt was humming a happy song. I called Chaz. “Get your studly butt over here, asshole. I want a cock to suck. Right now.”

“Uh, yes. Yes, absolutely. I’m on my way, in fact, this very minute.” I heard a door close, then an engine starting. Guys—they’re so predictable. It’s kind of sweet.

I ended the call, got the coconut oil out of my drawer, pulled my pants down and kicked them off, rolled my panties off, and slowly spread the oil over my clitoris. I felt a warm glow of anticipation as I began to stroke myself.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door. From the shaky sound, I assumed it was Chaz. I opened the door with my panties off and two fingers between my labia, making a squishing sound as I rubbed my oiled clit. He stared, not quite drooling.

I hustled him in and shut the door. I pointed to the open closet with the cling-wrap-lined hole in the door.

“Are you serious?”

“Would you prefer deep throat, head suck, or cock torture?” I replied.

“Surprise me,” he said, hurriedly entering the closet and pulling the door closed behind him. I heard his pants unzip and his hand slapping faintly against his balls as he started to flog himself erect. I decided to help him out.

“Mmm. I’m waiting to suck your cock, Chaz. I want to taste the head, It’s making my mouth water. Can you hear me rubbing my clit with my oiled fingers? Slish, slish, slish.

“Do you feel it getting longer, thicker? Do you want to fuck my mouth with it? Push your big cock down my throat? I want you to… I’m waiting.” Nothing.

“I want to taste your cum. Would you like to cum in my mouth? To shoot your hot, creamy sperm in my dirty mouth?” Still nothing. The sound of frantic flogging. This was taking too long. I was already hot, nearly ready to cum. I just needed a full mouth to tip me over the edge.

I tried another tack. “Chaz? It’s Mommy. Mommy’s feeling naughty, baby. Mommy feels dirty. Mommy wants to suck her little boy’s big, hard cock. Will you? Will you give it to me, baby?

“Come fuck Mommy’s mouth. Oh, yeah, cum all in Mommy’s face. Let your Mommy suck you off, baby. Mommy wants to eat your thick, greasy spunk. Come put your hard dick in Mommy’s soft face. Fuck Mommy’s hot, wet mouth. Mommy wants to be your dirty slut. Shoot your cum down Mommy’s hungry throat.” I heard Chaz gasp and whimper.

Voila! An erect member emerged from the hole in the closet door—a dusky, rose-colored shaft capped with a light brown cockhead, a thin membrane of skin stretched taut between the shaft and bottom of the head, just under the slit, begging to be licked. It was warm, firm in my hand, and tasted of sweat, the faint sourness of pee, and the musky hunger of balls yearning to discharge. It was trembling. It wanted to cum in Mommy’s mouth.

I ran the underside of my tongue back and forth, sliding it over that thin membrane, mouthing his cock tip with my lips, I pried the slit open with the tip of my tongue, and sucked. He groaned.

I continued to lick, suck, and nibble the most sensitive parts of him while my fingers slid up and down my own shaft, stroking my pulsating clit. I fell into a slowly-building rhythm, nibbling and sucking on his cock, stroking myself, gradually going faster and faster.

I squeezed the round tip of my clitoris against her hood again and again, then dipped into the opening of my love canal for more moisture, and spread it up my shaft, keeping my clit full, engorged with fresh blood stroked up from below.

I rubbed the tip of my clit in small, fast circles, fingers sliding on a film of oil. I was getting hotter, closer. So close. Yes! OH, YES! Right on the edge…

I gave a shuddering moan, closed my lips around the shaft of his cock, and sucked, hard, rubbing the underside of his head with my tongue, back and forth—fast now, continuous, not stopping, not pausing, determined to suck this cock off. At last, his slit oozed a little precum, greasing my mouth for the cum bath to follow. At the familiar taste, my pussy contracted. My clit thrummed. I was on the brink. I could feel it. any moment now, I was going over!

“Mmm. Mmph,” I cried around the velvet cockhead leaking into my mouth.

I came, hard, groaning with pleasure. I pulled my mouth off his cock, stroking the upper end of his shaft and the swollen tip of his cock rapidly with a spit-covered hand.

“Shoot, baby! Shoot your hot sperm into Mommy’s warm, wet, mouth! Fill her hungry, dirty little cum hole,” I moaned in a low, sluttiish voice. “Cum in Mommy’s mouth.” I sucked his cockhead hard, pumping his shaft furiously.

A muffled cry came from the closet, and he fell backwards, his cock dripping cum as it was pulled from my mouth and hand. It slipped back through the hole, leaving drops of pearlescent semen glistening on the cling wrap.

I caught my breath, swallowed what little cum was in my mouth, carefully wiped up the coconut oil and stray semen with a bandana, and stepped into my panties. I opened the closet door and gave Chaz a hand out. He emerged, pale and shaking, breathless. “You won’t tell anyone, will you? Don’t tell anyone,” he pleaded.

I smiled. “I won’t.” I said simply.

“But tell me, just between us,” I whispered, “would you like to cum in Mommy’s mouth again some time?”

He blanched. His cock twitched visibly in his pants. A small stain of moisure slowly spread on his pants. ”Yes,” he whispered hoarsely. “But don’t tell. You can’t tell. Please.”

I mimed zipping my lips. “Our little secret,” I promised.

I gave him a wicked grin, but not a cruel one. “Just between you and me, and Mommy’s mouth.” And I shooed him out.

I hummed happily to myself as I replaced the doorknob, made myself a sandwich, and packed my roll-on bag. I was traveling ligh: bathing suits, underwear, shorts and a tee shirt, sun screen, one nice outfit for going out in, birth control pills, a pack of condoms, just in case. Coconut oil! Mmm. Olive oil too. Be prepared.

I was at the door of the Eta Pi sorority house at 8:00 am, standing in the morning sun wearing a gauzy white blouse, no bra, and a Japanese-schoolgirl spank-me skirt. Looking submissive and edible, I hoped. I crossed my fingers.

Alex was expecting me. She came out onto the porch and looked me over. Her hair was dark and curly. She was thickset, but not fat. Solid. Her eyes were a warm brown. She brushed the hair off my face and gave me a gentle kiss, so light, so sensitive. I respond in kind. The tip of her tongue emerged, tentatively. I greeted it tenderly, sensitively. It withdrew, satisfied with its inquiry.

“Alex,” I greeted her.

“Good guess. You must be Cindy,” she sparkled. “I like what I see. Whoever you are, come in. Have you had breakfast? Would you like to kiss me again?” She laughed, waving away my attempt to answer. She walked into the house, pulling my bag behind her, not looking back.

I followed her, smitten. Enthralled.

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Chapter 12 — Alex
(Sappho and Socrates in the Back Seat)
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My ride to Spring Break was in Alicia’s car, the Girl-Mobile—a vintage pink Cadillac convertible that looked like a giant lawn flamingo. But it was roomy, with bench seats front and back (in separate time zones), and a huge trunk that looked like you could land airplanes on it—so there was ample space to squeeze me in. It got terrible mileage, but Jen had Daddy’s credit card for fuel, so it didn’t matter to her if anyone kicked in gas money (I offered. She just laughed.).

There were five of us—four Eta Pi sorority sisters: Jen and Alicia: a couple, both Juniors, willowy and blond; Marcie; short, busty, foul-mouthed and footloose a Freshman; Alex, dark and stocky, quiet, with curly hair, dimples, and deep brown eyes—a senior.

Then there was me, Cindy: small, looking closer to 15 than 18 (but you can check my ID, go ahead, everyone else does…) pretty enough, I guess, fair skinned (okay, pale), with itty-bitty titties. (But they’re nice!) Also a raging cum slut, but I had discretely failed to mention that.

We all piled in, rolled the windows down, turned the radio up loud, Alicia stepped on the gas, and we took off, two tires and five girls squealing.

It occurred to me that Alex and I were embarking on what amounted to a week-long blind date—I know, crazy, right? We had one (fairly sexy) phone chat, checked each other out on the front porch, liked what we saw, and jumped into the car with the others. Just like that.

Everybody knows that shit happens, but you know what? So does magic. So does fucking magic.

I was the designated navigator for the first leg. Alex and I were instant buddies and rode shotgun together with our legs draped over each other and a map spread across both our laps, cheerfully disputing the insistent directions coming out of everyone’s smartphone simultaneously.

We were headed for Panama City Beach—America’s Spring Break Party Capitol—as were, I soon learned, the boys of Delta Pi fraternity (Not to Boca, as Chaz had said; Chaz was a lying sack of weasels.)

Being young and full of something or other, we decided to shorten the trip by driving straight through—a 24-hour marathon, we calculated, changing drivers every six hours. (But, being girls, we had to take potty breaks every 2 hours—at non-gross rest rooms—making it closer to 28 hours, total. But anyway.)

We started out pumped up, boisterous, and loud, gradually deflating as the hours went by, getting quieter and quieter.

About sixteen hours into the trip, we were riding along through the dark in silence, leaning on each other and taking catnaps, when the car started to smell unmistakably of aroused pussy. Jen and Alicia were sharing a lap blanket in the back seat, hands out of sight, eyes straight ahead, and surreptitiously finger-fucking.

Marcie, Alex, and I elaborately pretended not to notice, for a while. Then things got louder and squishier, and we giggled and poked each other, until finally things started to get frantic and heated, and we pulled over. The three of us got out and stood under the cool night sky while Jen and Alicia made a heaving, sixty-nine shaped mound under the tiny blanket. Eventually the car stopped rocking, and we got back in.

Alex stopped me on my way in the door and kissed me, gently at first, then with gradually increasing thoroughness. I felt competing urges, one to simply submit and enjoy being kissed and the other to match her, passion for passion.

She broke off the kiss. “You’re trying to figure out what I want,” she said.

“Hm? Oh. I guess you’re right. I was.”

“Well I want… you to stop doing that. And to figure out what you want.”

I gazed a moment into her warm brown eyes. “I know what I want.”

“And?”

I moved to the rear door. “Alicia? Jen? Would you mind trading seats with me and Alex for a while?”

“Do you want the blanket, too?” Jen asked cattily.

“No, thanks.” I waited until Alicia and Jen had left us the space, then handed Alex into the back, touched her to pause before she sat, and gently pulled her cargo shorts and panties down to her ankles. Then I sat her down, shut the door, and kneeled between her legs in the narrow space between the front and back seats, glad that Marcie was driving and had the seat all the way forward.

“This is what I want,” I said, speaking softly into her silky pubic hair. “This is what I’ve wanted since I first heard your voice over the phone.”

The other girls were shocked into silence as I lifted Alex’s ass, pulled her toward me, and began to calmly, attentively, and thoroughly eat her, from her fragrant slit to the fine down on the top of her mound, licking and tasting everything in between. I inhaled her aroma appreciatively, then began to suck on her with a soft slurping sound. Jen started to say something, but Alicia stopped her, licked a finger generously, and dipped it in her own shorts, apparently inspired to finish something Jen had started.

“That’s it!” said Marcie. “It’s someone else’s turn to drive.”

“I will,” said Jen uncomfortably, trading places with Marcie by sliding over her in the front seat, “if you’re all going to sit around and… finger yourselves.”

“I’m not fingering myself,” Alex said regally. “I’m having my pussy licked, and my, uhm, ah, oh! Clit. Sucked!” she finished with as gasp. “Oh, fuck. Oh, finish me now please, Cindy. Put a finger inside. Yes! Ah. Yes… Ohh! Thank you, just like that, Just. Like. That…”

She wrapped her hands tenderly in my hair and drew me up into her, pressing her clitoris softly into my suction. My mouth and finger seemed to have absorbed my whole sensorium. My universe consisted of my mouth, my finger, and Alex’s sensitive, responsive cunt. I could feel where it wanted me to lick, where to probe, where to slide my tongue, when to suck.

Alex’s hands remained gentle, but her thighs tightened rock hard. As she squeezed her hardest, just a drop of urine dribbled out. I ignored it. I sucked her clit, licking down to the base of her shaft from her tip then up again, endlessly, swirling my tongue over her tip each time. She came soon, hard, with near-silent intensity. Her ragged breathing deepened, slowed, and then she relaxed, letting out a long sigh.

“THAT was nice,” she said.

“Amen,” said Alicia, with a small catch to her voice, withdrawing her finger and sucking it thoughtfully.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just a. Second! fuck-fuck-fuck, Oh, oh. OH!” replied Marcie. “Whew! You guys were driving me crazy!”

Hey, we were teenagers, right? (Alex was 20) Teens basically conform to each other, following the ones who act most confident. You can get us to dance the Watusi, put flowers in our hair, or stick safety pins through our cheeks. We’re flexible. Where Jen and Alicia’s furtiveness made everyone look away, Alex and my sexual openness sucked everyone in.

Well, almost everyone. Jen slid the driver’s seat sharply backward and pulled onto the deserted highway in a fishtailing spray of gravel. “Sluts,” she remarked, casually.

“I’m sorry, did the kettle just say something to the pots?” Alicia teased.

“God, you taste good,” I murmured to Alex, settling beside her as she pulled her pants up.

“You say that to all the girls,” Alex answered, coyly but seriously.

“Bus-ted,” trilled Marcie.

I hesitated. I meant it, but she was right. I’d said it often before. I thought about it. “What’s true is true,” I said finally. “You smell nice, too.”

“That’s because she shampoos her twat with ‘Gee, Your Ass Smells Terrific’, Jen deadpanned. We all cracked up. When the laughter faded, we drifted in a comfortable, largely post-orgasmic silence.

“Sorry about the pee,” Alex whispered in my ear later, too softly for the others to hear.

“Didn’t bother me,” I told her truthfully. “Do you always?”

“Usually. A drop or two. I have to squeeze so hard to get over the edge sometimes. You really don’t mind?”

“It’s not like you’re doing it on purpose. Anyway, it’s what you do. And I… like you. So…” I shrugged to indicate it was nothing.

“How did that feel? Doing what you want, instead of what you think I want?”

“Good. It felt really good.”

She leaned her head on my shoulder. “Learn anything about yourself?”

“I like it, when people watch me have sex, or listen to it, and get aroused. It turns me on.”

“So, how will what you’ve learned change you?” she asked. It seemed like she’d run this kind of dialogue before—she was making me really examine myself.

“I’m going to go down on you in public, in front of anyone, any time you want me to. Any time you’re willing.”

She shivered a little, under her hips.”This is going to be really fun. Mmmm.” She pressed her lips against my forehead.

“Say, Alex, who taught you the ‘learning dialogue’ thing you do?” I asked.

“Oh, that?” she replied, sounding puzzled by the question. “Socrates.”

“Oh. Right.” Duh.

Everyone slept except for me and Jen, behind the wheel and pressing on into the night, silent again. A couple of hours later, Jen started to yawn and I offered to drive. We swapped places and she slept too, leaning against Alex.

I drove until morning, listening to the other girls breathe, alone with my thoughts. I was oddly at peace, even though I hadn’t sucked a cock or had an orgasm all day. Something about Alex settled me.

It got rapidly lighter, and I noticed there were no hills, none at all. Florida was as flat as a pool table. The sun came up suddenly, dazzling, igniting the waters of the Gulf of Mexico on our right.

The whole car was redolent with the special odor of an intimate all-girl sleepover: eau d’pussy. Alex’s scent lingered on my upper lip and finger. I smiled. It was beginning to smell a lot like Spring Break.

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Chapter 13 — Alex Redux
Finding My Inner Cum Slut
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Eta Pi sorority had rented a party house near the beach for the week. It was a maze of single-story additions tacked onto a cheap tract home, including a two-car garage subdivided into six “rooms” using a lot of plywood and extension cords. Typical student warrens.

Most of the girls were headed straight to The Beach—a bar that opened right onto the sand and served a Spring Break breakfast special: Bloody Marys for a dollar, until nine a.m. The Party Started Now.

I needed to shower, then sleep for a few hours before I went anywhere. Alex stayed too, and found us a tiny cubby that we could claim as our own, then she went to shower while I slept. When I woke, Alex was sitting cross legged beside me, naked, reading a book. I hadn’t dressed after my shower, just pulled a sheet over me and closed my eyes.

Alex put her book down, peeled the sheet back off my naked body, and looked me slowly up and down—feasting on me with her eyes, lingering on my small breasts with their big pink nipples, and my darker pink, pouty pussy lips—then laid down beside me with her head facing the other way. She raised a knee, propping her foot on an ankle and swinging it up, exposing her rich brown labia to my gaze. My mouth watered. I mirrored her, exposing my little pink twat, and we both leaned in, mouth to labia, to explore each other. Her freshly showered cunt smelled and tasted amazing.

I happily lost myself in Alex-land for almost two hours, finding what she liked, what she didn’t, sampling her tastes and textures—just getting to know her—learning the unique architecture of the hood and folds enclosing her clitoris: it was round and stubby, capped with a thick hood that retracted with a tongue thrust to expose silk-thin folds around a tip almost too sensitive to touch directly.

During my long, succulent explorations I managed to secure a pair of elusive Alex-gasms; the first one was shy, hiding at the base of her clitoris, and she helped squeeze it out into my mouth, guiding my hand to her nipple, and showing me how hard I needed to pinch. I caught her second orgasm by surprise, in the open: I hadn’t stopped after the first, and Alex was just relaxing and enjoying the sensations, with no particular agenda, when my lips and tongue came upon it, or when Alex came on my lips and tongue, or whatever. Anyway, it surprised us both. It was nice.

Alex meanwhile was meticulously investigating my own machinery of joy, like the curious scientist she was. She hadn’t turned up any orgasms, but I was enjoying the attention, the pleasure of her touch, and the inventiveness of her ever-inquiring tongue, which was currently probing the inside of my ass. The sensation was exquisite.

She came up for air and leaned back, all Alex-serious. “Cindy, why are you having sex with me?”

“Because I like you.”

“Is that all? It’s a lot, actually, but what else?”

She made me really think, at the damnedest times. But I liked it. “You’re new to me. I enjoy exploring.”

“I haven’t given you a climax yet. I haven’t really even come close. Am I doing something wrong?”

“I’m purely loving everything you’re doing down there, Alex. There isn’t a thing wrong with the way you touch me, or tongue me, or kiss me, or…”

She laughed. “Stop. you’re getting me hot again. What am I missing? What do you need to reach a satisfying climax? A big one, like you gave me last night?”

I sighed. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“Tell me?”

I sat up. “All right.” And I did—the whole story: about Linda Sue and the little pink dildo, and her boyfriend spurting semen in my mouth at the exact moment she allowed me to cum for the first time; about masturbating at the glory hole while sucking cock after anonymous cock; about Lonni, my lost lesbian she-male lover… even about Twylla putting me on a leash, tying me up, and serving my sex for dessert, and finally about how I could substitute clit worship for cock worship sometimes, and still climax.

Alex was fascinated. More than fascinated. She was rapt.

“Cindy, you are a rare and amazing creature. I think I love you. I know I love the idea of you! But your story’s gotten me so hot I cant think. Will you fuck me again, with your finger inside me and sucking that way you do? I think I can really help you. But right now all I can think about is cumming. So help me, first. I want to think clearly about just you.”

“You don’t need a reason for me to fuck you, Alex. You’re orgasms are so pretty. I could eat them for hours.”

She shuddered, rolled onto her back, closed her eyes, and opened her legs to me. “Eat one now, please” she said invitingly.

And I did.

I rooted in that beautiful pussy with abandon, licking and sucking for all I was worth. Now I knew just what she liked. My tongue flicked in and out of her ass while my finger circled just inside her wet, slippery tunnel and my thumb rubbed the base of her clitoris repeatedly. She squirmed, pumping her hips against me. Then I let my left hand drift up her body and pinch her nipple, hard, the way she needed, while my right hand impaled her with two fingers deep into her dark, aromatic twat, corkscrewing, lifting her up by her cunt. I popped her clit in and out between my lips, like I was sucking up and spitting out a big watermelon seed, faster and faster, until her whole body contracted, tightened, seized, and then relaxed completely.

Alex wasn’t a screamer; she held her breath and squeezed when she came. No pee this time, just Alex sauce,: light, tangy, and almost sweet. I slipped my fingers out as gently as I had shoved them in rough, giving her what she needed both times.

I was still wiping pussy drool off my face with my trusty bandana when Alex popped her laptop out of her overnight bag, set it on her naked lap, and started typing. I looked over her shoulder, but she waved me away, pointing at a binder in her bag. I flipped it open and looked at the title page: “Socratic Transformative Sexual Therapy: A New Paradigm.” It was her senior thesis.

The language was a dense jumble that seems to be required for a thesis. I guess if it’s too easy to understand, it doesn’t seem deep enough, or something. It was actually kind of interesting, but after a while my eyes sort of glazed over.

“Don’t worry about it,” Alex said cheerfully, closing the binder for me. “You got further than anyone has yet except my thesis advisor. But it’s going to get a lot more interesting now that I’ve met you.”

“Me? Because of my …needing to suck cock to cum thing?”

“That’s such a small part of it. What’s really interesting is how you’ve adapted, changed and opened up in response to it, and most of all, what you do with it next. Cindy, do you know what you want? Really?”

“No, not really,” I admitted. “I have desires, yearnings… but I don’t know what I really want, not in the long run.”

“Would you like me to help you find out?”

“Hell, yes. Do you really think you can?”

She nodded. “I do. By asking you a series of sexually arousing questions and measuring your response—discovering and revealing what you actually want, step by step.”

“Measuring? How?”

“I’ll show you,” she said smugly, “but we’ll need some of my toys.”

I watched her fish in her bag for a smart watch, a slender probe, and her iPhone. “With these I can monitor your heart rate, breathing, pupil dilation, and nipple hardening,” she explained, putting the watch on my wrist and zooming the phone’s camera on my face and chest, mounting it on a little tripod thingie. She slipped the probe into my cunt. “Bluetooth,” she said. “Vaginal secretions— very important.” She launched an app on her iPhone and typed a few commands into her laptop.

“There’s an app for that?” I asked, incredulous.

She dimpled. “I’m developing one. The camera and watch are really easy to access through the API, but getting at the bluetooth data is a cast-iron bitch,” she said casually, not really expecting me to understand. “It’s still a prototype, but it mostly works.”

She pulled on a pair of latex gloves, took out a bottle of oil, rubbed it between her palms to warm it, and spread it lovingly over my labia and clitoris, dribbling a little into my asshole and gently working it in. I shivered. Then she peeled the gloves off neatly and went back to typing on her laptop—no messy oil on her keyboard.

“Right. Let’s begin.”

Her voice took on a sleepy, droning quality. “Relax, and listen to my voice. I want you to take a deep breath, let it out, and begin to stroke yourself, just pleasuring yourself, with no goal, no destination. Keep your eyes open, but begin to forget where you are. Listen only to my voice. I’m going to describe sexual experiences, as if they were happening to you.

“Listen to my voice, and visualize each experience I describe. Let yourself feel the sensations. Let your fingers move freely, doing whatever feels natural. At times you may feel very aroused. If you have an orgasm, say ‘I’m cumming’, or ‘I came,’ each time. Will you do that, Cindy?”

“Yes,” I said, feeling a strange tingle of arousal.

“Listen to my voice. Let yourself feel the sensations I describe. A woman is kissing your breast, caressing it, sucking your nipple, making it hard…
She is still at your breast, but now a man is sucking on your other nipple. A man and a woman are caressing your breasts, both at once, licking your nipples, arousing you…
Now the woman has been replaced by another man. Two men are fondling your breasts, one sucking on each…
Their hands are rough…
Too rough…
They are women now. Two women are kissing your breasts and licking your nipples…
Biting your nipples…
Biting harder…
Now a mouth is sucking and licking your clitoris, a warm mouth, a skilled mouth…
You don’t know whose mouth it is…”

Each time she paused, Alex recorded a series of measurements. I drifted, awake but in a dream. The things Alex described became more and more real to me.

“Now there is a hard cock, a thick cock, entering your mouth, filling your mouth completely…
Someone else’s mouth is sucking and licking your clitoris, while you suck. The cock. Slowly. Down your throat…
The cock is cumming now, shooting cum in your mouth…
Shooting cum down your throat…
Shooting cum all over your face…
Cum is running down your chin…
Someone is licking the cum off your face…
It’s you—you’re licking the cum off your own face…”

“I’m cumming. Oh, oh shit! I’m cumming AGAIN!” I panted, taken completely by surprise.

“Good, Cindy. You’re doing really good. Guided fantasy can be very powerful. It’s similar to hypnosis, but without all the bullshit. Relax now. Take a minute and catch your breath. Do you need some more oil? Spread it around, make sure nothing gets dry or sore. Would you like to continue?”

“Yes. Yes, please. Take me further, Alex. Teach me more.”

Alex guided me through fantasy after fantasy, measuring my responses to every situation, bringing me to four more orgasms—one of them when she described a cock cumming up my ass while another filled my mouth with semen—before she decided I was too exhausted to continue.

I napped then. When I woke, there she was, with a basket of treats: granola, warm muffins, coffee… and champagne!

She took a mouthful of champagne and gave me an inquiring look. I nodded, and she kissed me passionately, delivering a burst of cool champagne into my mouth along with her hot, busy tongue. We swallowed together, sharing tongues and champagne. We both had to catch our breath. What a kiss!

“Congratulations, Cindy. You were magnificent. You ARE magnificent.” She kissed me, thoroughly, holding the back of my head and exploring my mouth. “Mmmm… eat up, now. You’ll need your strength.” She smiled mischievously, and fed me a bit of muffin from her fingers.

“I think I know what you want, what your really want. Cindy, you’re an extraordinary, beautiful, sexual being. I believe that, somewhere inside, all of us are like you, but for you the bonds that constrain your sexuality are coming untied, you’re freeing yourself, in a way few ever do.

“Based on what you’ve already told me and shown me, I think what you want, truly want, is to free what you call your ‘inner cum slut’ completely, to let her out, to become her.

“You want to experience it all, embrace it—suck cock and eat pussy, worship a phallus or a vagina while being fucked in both your vagina and your anus, one after the other, or even both at once. You want every part of your body sucked and licked: ears, face, neck, nipples, clit, cunt, anus, fingers, toes—everything. And you want to lick and suck everything in return. You hunger for it.

“You have an amazingly complete ability to love both men and women sexually, without inhibition or restraint—privately, in small groups, or in front of a worldwide audience. You would enjoy having thousands of people watch you fuck, fantasize about you, masturbate with excitement, cum watching you.

“You’re deeply in love with cum in all its aspects: the sensation of your partner’s orgasm, the idea of it, and the physical reality of it. You want to feel your partner’s orgasm with the most sensitive parts of you—in your case, your mouth and ass.

‘You want to lick up vaginal secretions from the font; you hunger for the taste. And the physicality and quantity of male cum, it’s direct connection not just to arousal but specifically to orgasm, drive you wild.

“You want to eat cum from many, many cocks. You want to shower in it, bathe in it. The feeling of a partner’s orgasm in your sensitive mouth, combined with the smell and taste of semen—the physical manifestation of the male orgasm—are psychically linked to your own feeling of inner release when you cum.

“You will always be able to achieve orgasm when a man cums in your mouth, with the slightest additional stimulation, but Cindy, your ability to achieve orgasm is almost unlimited. It’s off the charts! In the right frame of mind, you could cum with just my toe in your vagina. You. Are. Astonishing.

“Is any part of you saying ‘yes’ to these ideas?”

“I’m wet, Alex. Sopping wet. And I feel a hot humming from my clit. I think you’re right. You are right. About all of it.”

She smiled, dimpling again. “And how will knowing this change you?”

“I AM a cum slut,” I said. “A pussy-eating, cocksucking, cum-bathing, sperm swallowing, cum slut. Nobody has to dominate me any more, to force me to have what I want anyway. I want to experience sex in all of it’s incarnations, and I’m… I’m proud of it. It’s what I am, and from now on I’m going to make the most of it. No hiding. No holding back!”

Alex grinned. “I want to see that happen, Cindy. I want to be a part of it. May I?”

“Please, Alex. I want you to. I, I want you. I want to taste you, to feel you cum. Alex, I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“Oh, you will. I promise you. All of it. You inspire me, Cindy. I want to be your sister cum-slut, for you to teach me to how to be like you. We’re going to do it! We’re going to eat each other out in public, be fucked together, take cum showers, and lick the creamy cum from each other’s bodies.

“Oh, Cindy, this is going to be the best Spring Break ever!”

And so it was.

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Chapter 14 — Spring Break
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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

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