I’ve been a cum slut since I was eighteen. It’s hard for me to reach orgasm without a cock in my mouth. I’m addicted to cum. I eat it, sometimes more than twice a day. I dream about it. I’ve taken cum showers. Is there a twelve-step program for cum sluts? I’ll bet there is. The trouble with that is, I actually like being a cum slut. When there’s cum on my face, there’s usually a smile there as well. And vice-versa.

I wasn’t always a cum slut. I started as an innocent virgin, like everyone else. But that pretty much changed when I had my first orgasm. I stayed a virgin for a while after that, but I wasn’t really innocent anymore. In fact, I was well on my way to being a cum-loving cock sucker. I just didn’t know it.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Here’s why I think that first orgasm was so important: it’s like the main difference between guys and gals. Guys are pretty much all the same, as far as getting them off is concerned—sure, there are differences, but they can almost all watch some porn, spit in their hand, and have a perfectly good orgasm.

Whereas women are all different. Some of us can get off using our fingers; others just can’t. Some need something inside—a finger for one, but a cock for another, and only a vibrator for a third—and some women can’t get off if there’s, like, anything inside them at all. Some of us can’t cum while we’re fucking, others only cum when we’re being fucked. And on and on.

Why are we all so different? I have a theory: it has to do with our first orgasm, and that depends a lot on how we discover our sex. I think most guys discover it pretty much the same way. Whoop. There it is, right in front of you. One day it’s suddenly bigger than normal and it feels funny. Next thing you know, you’re cleaning it and it goes off! When a guy starts showering every day without being asked, it’s pretty much a sure deal that he’s discovered The Orgasm.

But a woman’s sex is hidden, even from her. Usually she starts having “feelings” without knowing where they’re coming from, you know? So she tries this or that, usually false starts and blind alleys at first, sometimes for a long time. Until one day, hopefully, she discovers what Does It for her. And that’s how I discovered my inner cum slut.

So anyway,

Chapter One — That Funny Feeling

The Story of My First Orgasm,
by Cindy Love
(no, that’s not my actual last name. Duh.)

It started at summer camp, the day after my 18th birthday. I know, I know: I’m a late bloomer. So sue me. It could just as easily have happened when I was fifteen, but it didn’t. Blind alleys, you know? I’m short and kind of small-breasted, and I could have easily passed for fifteen, which is why I think so many people took advantage of me. But I was 18.

Every summer my parents sent me to camp for six weeks, since I was 13. This was my last year and I knew I was going to miss it. I also knew it was my last chance to do something—I didn’t know what, exactly—with Linda Sue, a camp counselor for the last three years who I had a major crush on. When I looked at her I had… Feelings, you know?

Linda Sue was pretty and confident and had long blonde hair and really, really nice breasts. Not much bigger than average, but perfect. I thought she was So Beautiful, and I followed her around like a puppy dog. She took it as her due, and after the days’ activities she would sometimes let me hang around and do things for her: paint her nails, brush her hair… God how I loved brushing her long blond hair at night when she got ready for bed. I got butterflies just thinking about it. This year, I guess because she knew that I was 18, she let me hang out until she was actually ready to go to bed.

It was the first time I had seen her in a nightie. I’d seen her in a bathing suit before, but this was different; it was summer, and hot, and her nightie was thin and white, and with the light behind her, it was like she had nothing on. I could see the shape of her mound, even the shape of her pussy lips, a little.

She caught me staring. I blushed, but I just couldn’t look away. For the first time, I felt a tingling in my twat. This wasn’t just a vague Feeling, it was localized. I had looked at Linda Sue with total adoration anyway, but now I was staring at her girl parts, and feeling something stir in mine.

Maybe she was flattered, maybe she was just horny (she had a boyfriend, but he was away). I’ll probably never know why for sure, but she took my hand and put it on her breast. My heart almost stopped.

It was so soft. Softer than I had ever imagined. I could just see her light brown aureoles through her nighty, and I could see her nipple get hard on the breast I wasn’t touching. More importantly, I could feel the other nipple rise under the hand that was touching her. I was touching Linda Sue’s breast! I thought I was in heaven. That tingling in my pussy was definitely getting stronger, and it felt real good.

“Do you ever… touch yourself?” she asked.

“Touch… touch myself where?” I stammered.

“There’s something I do to relax at night,” she said, “after I turn the lights out.” She hesitated. “Sometimes, well, one time, I let my boyfriend help me. But he was too rough. If I ask you to do something, and I tell you exactly what to do, will you do it for me? Just the way I want? Without asking for something back?”

I stammered a yes, then swallowed, and said I would do anything. Anything.

“And you won’t tell? And you won’t ask for something back?”

“I promise. Cross my heart.”

“Okay. I’m going to trust you. But this is our secret, okay?”

Okay? She had me at “our”.

She opened her top dresser drawer and took out a small dildo. It wasn’t penis shaped or anything, more like an oversized lipstick, but it was smooth and pink and it gave me a little thrill to touch it.

She took my hand and led me to her single bed. She pulled the covers back, laid herself face up on the sheet, and patted the side of the bed by her hip for me to sit.

“Now, I’m going to touch myself, okay? With my right hand. You take your hand and touch me on my other side, just the way I do. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it wrong.”

“I won’t. I’ll do it exactly like you want me to. I… I want to touch you.”

“This isn’t about getting something you want, remember? This is about what I want. If I let you do it, that has to be enough.”

“I understand. I only meant that I want to do whatever you want. You’re so beautiful, Linda Sue”, I gushed.

She preened. “Thank you.”

She closed her eyes and pulled the hem of her nighty up over her right breast. Just looking at her bare tit made me tremble. I mirrored her, lifting her nighty up over her left breast as well.

She stroked herself with the fingertips of one hand, from her hip up to her breast. I stroked her other side, the same way.

Her fingers circled her right aureole. Mine circled her left. “Yess,” she hissed, drawing her breath in. “That’s right.”

She held the little dildo in her left hand. She began to move it around on her belly, and to rub her mound with it. “Mmm,” she breathed. She began to gently tease her right nipple as the dildo probed near her folds. I watched carefully, not wanting to displease her, then I began to softly skim her other nipple with my palm at the same time, so both nipples were being stimulated together. “Oh, that’s nice, Cindy, You’re doing it just right.”

I thrilled at the praise. She began to caress her breast, cupping it in her hand and brushing her fingertips across the erect nipple as she started to probe the entrance to her secret garden with the dildo. I followed along, cupping her other breast in my hand, brushing her other nipple until it was hard.

She squirmed a little. “Um, this takes both my hands. Keep doing my breast.”

I stared, fascinated, as her hand moved to the front of her mound, she slipped a finger in, and began to rub something I couldn’t see. The other hand held the dildo, but it was disappearing into her, further down. I caressed her breast, brushing my finger over her hard nipple in time to the finger moving in her folds. Her breathing came faster.

“Oh, that’s good, Cindy. ….so good… mm… do both of my boobs… oh, yes…”

Her one hand was slowly plunging the dildo in and out of her. I could guess where it was going. I started to get excited in a new way. Her finger, on her other hand, was moving much faster now, rubbing with a fierce rhythm. I couldn’t tell which hand I should be in synch with, so I made a decision, and carefully timed my caresses so I brushed one nipple rapidly, in time with the finger moving in her folds, and slid my palm over her other nipple more slowly, in time to the hand sliding the dildo gradually in and out.

“Oh! Cindy! That’s… good… good!. Just like that, just like that, oh, Oh.” Her breathing got ragged and her finger rubbed back and forth frantically. She squinched her eyes hard shut, concentrating. I kept caressing her tits. They were so soft, so smooth… She grunted, then grunted again, arching her back. “Uh. Oh. Yyyyyesss. Uh, uh, uh… Mm… Mmm… Mmmm.“ She sighed and relaxed, dropping her hands to her sides. I froze.

“No Cindy, keep going. that’s nice. Just not my nipples now.” I gently massaged her breasts, enjoying the feel of them under my hands., their smoothness, the way they moved.

“That was good, Cindy. Stop now. You can pet the button over your own pussy, like you saw me do, but just once right now, to see if you know where it is.” She rolled on her side. “And you can come back tomorrow night. Oh, put this back in my drawer.” She held out the dildo, pointed end toward me. I took the tip in my hand. It was warm. And slippery. And just a little wet.

I stared at it in my hand. I felt really weird. Linda Sue watched me closely. “Is that interesting?” she asked slyly.

“Uh.” Oh Christ. Was I that obvious?

She got a wicked twinkle in her eyes. “Here’s something for you, then. You were good tonight. You can… You can suck it.” She watched me carefully to see how I would react. I felt funny, especially funny down there. I put the tip of the dildo in my mouth and sucked on it. It was salty, and… musky. It was my first taste of another girls’ pussy.

Linda Sue sat up in bed. “You like it, don’t you? Hm. Okay. Deeper. Push it deeper into your mouth. Now pet yourself, like I showed you.”

My hand slipped obediently into my loose camp shorts and down my panties. I pushed into the fold at the top of my mound and moved down until I felt a kind of button. I felt a sudden thrill as I touched my clitoris for the first time.

“You like it,” Linda Sue observed. “Now suck it and pet yourself.” I did as I was told, and got a dizzying sensation of pleasure.

“That’s enough,” snapped Linda Sue. “Put it away now. And no more petting! I’ll know.” She pulled the sheet over her shoulder and closed her eyes. “Come back tomorrow night, after lights out. Don’t let anyone see. Put that in the drawer on your way out.”

The next night I was breathless with anticipation, ready to do whatever Linda Sue asked. She had me do her breasts while she masturbated again, but it was almost perfunctory, like she was more interested in what came after. She had me suck her wetness off the dildo again, and made me push it into my mouth and pet myself at the same time. She stayed in complete control, fascinated by her power over me. I ached to keep petting myself, but Linda Sue only gave me permission for one stroke at a time, when I pushed the dildo into my mouth. She had me keep it up until I was breathing hard and trembling. Then stopped me and dismissed me for the night.

The next two nights were the same, but Linda Sue let me kiss one of her breasts and lick the nipple while she climaxed. She petted my hair. She let me get a little closer to an orgasm of my own each night. But I didn’t know what an orgasm was yet. I just knew that every night it felt better and more exciting. I was in thrall. I would do anything Linda Sue asked.

The next night was a turning point of sorts. Linda Sue laid down on the bed and pulled her nightie up over her waist. I waited for her to expose her breasts, but she didn’t. Instead she closed her eyes and said, “Would you like to kiss me?”

I brought my face near hers, but she turned aside. “Ew. Not on the mouth,” she scolded. “I’m not lesbo.” She pointed at her silky blond pubic hair. “Down there.”

“Uhm. Okay. I mean, yes. I mean, please.”

She smiled contentedly. “Go ahead then. Kiss it.”

I knelt on the floor, the wood hard against my knees and the tops of my feet. She swung her hips to the edge of the bed, and I kissed her on her pubic mound.

“Lower,” she ordered. “Between my pussy lips.” She shifted her hips. “No, not there. Higher. No!” She huffed in exasperation. “Find my button.”

I searched with my lips, exploring this strange, new place. “That’s it!” she said. “No, go back. Oh, yes. Kiss it. Kiss it.” She squirmed. “Uh, french kiss it, with your tongue.”

I awkwardly began to lick her clitoris, listening carefully to her breathing to tell when I was doing it right. I started to figure it out, apparently.

“Uh, uh, uh… yes, yesss… mm. Mm. Mm. Oh. God. Cindy! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, don’t you dare stop. Don’t… oh… AhhhAAAa. Oh! Stop. Stop!” She panted. “That was good, Cindy. Good girl. Get the… thing. From my drawer. Put it in me. Ow! Go slow! Now push it in and out. Slowly. Okay, now take it all the way out.” She sat up, her eyes gleaming. “Now suck it. Suck it and play with yourself. Keep sucking and playing until I say.”

I began to suck the dildo, pushing it in and pulling it out as Linda Sue breathlessly directed. The feel of my lips being stretched and my mouth filled were inextricably linked with the pleasure and excitement coming from my love button. Something started to happen, something I’d never felt before. I began to pant.

“Stop now,” Linda Sue ordered. I kept going. I didn’t want to stop. “Stop, I said!” I froze.

“Bad girl! You’re on time out. Don’t come back tomorrow night. And don’t play with yourself. And put that away. Ew, wash it first. Now go.”

I left with tears in my eyes, humiliated. The next night I stood outside Linda Sue’s cabin and watched the light in her window turn off, my heart full of pain.

The next day at lunch I checked my mailbag. There was a note. It wasn’t signed. It just said “Tonight.” My heart soared. Suddenly my pussy was wet. Tonight!

After dark I slipped out of my dorm and made my way to Linda Sue’s cabin. I stopped, unsure what to do. Linda Sue’s boyfriend’s pickup truck was parked on the gravel road beside Linda Sue’s cabin. I crept to the window and looked inside. Linda was sitting on the bed in her nightie, kissing her boyfriend. He was touching her breast.

“Not so hard,” Linda Sue scolded. He started to put his hand under the hem of her nighty. She slapped it away. “Not underneath!,” she decreed. “Only on top.” She seemed to sense me looking at her somehow. She looked up, right at me, her eyes locked on mine. “Stop peeping!” she ordered. “Get in here.”

I meekly entered her cabin and stood before her bed, my head hanging. “This is the girl I told you about,” Linda Sue told her boyfriend. He looked at me doubtfully. “She’ll really do it?”

Linda Sue sniffed. “What will you do if I tell you to, Cindy?”

I shuffled my feet. “Anything.” I replied.

“Say it.”

“I’ll do anything for you, Linda Sue. Anything. Just tell me what you want,” I pleaded. “Tell me what to do.”

“Watch this,” she told her boyfriend. “Go to the dresser and get it out,” she directed. I got out the dildo and held it up. “Suck it,” she said simply. Her boyfriend’s eyes widened. I put it in my mouth. “Keep sucking it until I tell you to stop.” Linda Sue and her boyfriend watched as I sucked the dildo in and out of my mouth.

It felt strange to be doing it in front of her boyfriend, and not to be playing with my button, but I still got a distinctly sexual tingle as I performed my task. “Good girl,” she said approvingly. I beamed, pushing the dildo in and out of my mouth with pleasure now.

“You can stop, Cindy. Put it away now. We won’t need it tonight. Come here.”

I walked to the bed.

“Kneel.” I got down on my knees.

“Play with yourself. Slowly. If you start to feel really excited, stop.”

I put my hand in my pants and started to rub my clitoris, but it felt wrong to be doing it in front of her boyfriend, and not to have anything in my mouth. “What’s the matter with you?” Linda Sue demanded. I didn’t know what to say. I was so embarrassed.

“Okay, you can stop.” She thought a moment. “Would you like to close your eyes, and suck the… the dildo?” she asked. I nodded, gratefully.

“Go get it then. Now, close your eyes and try again. Remember to stop when you should.”

With my eyes closed I could forget who was watching. With the dildo in my mouth everything felt normal, sort of. As I rubbed my love button, with the dildo sliding in and out of my mouth, I got more and more excited. When I felt about to lose control, I stopped.

“Good girl,” Linda Sue said approvingly. “Again.” Again I sucked on the dildo and played with myself until I was close, then stopped, hoping desperately that she would tell me to keep going. She didn’t. She just nodded in satisfaction.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. Jimmy, you can kiss me while I touch myself. Pull your pants down.” Her boyfriend obediently lowered his jeans and boxers. His erection waved in the air. I stared at my first penis. I felt drawn to it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to… suck it, I realized with chagrin. I couldn’t believe it. But I couldn’t deny it.

“While he kisses me and I touch myself, Jimmy is going to put… that. In your mouth. Suck it, and play with yourself. If you get too excited, stop and count to ten. Then start again. But don’t stop sucking. When I tell you, and only when I tell you, you can get as excited as you want. You can keep going and just don’t stop. Something wonderful is going to happen. But only when I say. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Linda Sue, I understand. And I’ll do what you said.” I was embarrassed, but excited. She was going to let me… not stop. Something was going to happen. Something good.

Linda Sue and her boyfriend began to make out while I watched. It was sort of cool. She slipped a hand under her nighty and began to rub herself. Her breathing got faster. Jimmy’s erection was bobbing in front of my face. My mouth watered (I couldn’t believe it, but there it was).

“You can start now,” Linda Sue allowed. I opened my mouth and put my hand in my pants. I started to rub my button. Everything was normal, but I missed the dildo. Then Jimmy put his stiff dick in my mouth.

It was shocking. It wasn’t like the dildo at all. It was warm, for one thing, and soft and hard at the same time sort of, but not hard like the dildo at all. It tasted funny. Not like Linda Sue, but… interesting. The motion of his shaft in and out of my mouth was familiar, though, and comforting. The head was big, but I was getting used to it. I decided I liked the way it filled my mouth. I moved my finger in rhythm with the cock in my mouth, and it was even more of a thrill than before. It went on until I got really, really excited. Jimmy seemed excited, too.

“Tell me when you’re close,” she whispered to her boyfriend. I wasn’t paying any attention. ‘1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10’. I started to play with my love button again. It only took a few seconds before I felt like I was going to explode. ‘1- 2- 3- 4- 5- 6- 7- 8- 9- 10’. One stroke. Two. Three. ‘1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10’.

Jimmy grunted. “I’m close,” he said, a strain in his voice. Something funny tasting was seeping out the slit in his penis, but it didn’t matter. Linda Sue said the magic words.

“Go on, Cindy! Don’t stop, don’t stop for anything. Keep going until you can’t do it anymore.”

I was on fire. I was exploding. Something amazing was building up inside of me. The cock started thrusting hard into my mouth, going faster, but it didn’t matter. I was about to fall over some kind of edge, into I didn’t know what. Something wonderful.

Jimmy came in my mouth, flooding it with bitter, salty semen, but it didn’t matter. Only one thing mattered: I wasn’t stopping! The warm liquid overflowed my mouth, dripping onto my chin, but it didn’t matter. I was cumming! Yes!! I was cumming! Oh, my god! Jimmy’s cock plopped out of my mouth and I felt warm cum shooting onto my face, but it didn’t matter. I was experiencing the most amazing thing ever in my life. Everything was good. Everything was WONDERFUL! The cum in my mouth was good. I swallowed reflexively. The cum on my face was good. The cock pushing back into my mouth was good. I sucked reflexively. I kept sucking and rubbing until I just couldn’t do it anymore.

I collapsed, exhausted. I vaguely heard Linda Sue moaning with her own climax, but it didn’t seem important somehow. Jimmy was wiping my face with a bandana, apologetic, but I didn’t mind. I had found the holy grail, and nothing would ever be the same again.

Jimmy came to Linda Sue’s cabin every night until camp ended, and so did I. They kissed, Linda Sue rubbed herself, and I rubbed my love button and sucked Jimmy’s cock until he came in my mouth, then I was allowed to climax. After a while, Jimmy seemed more interested in cumming in my mouth than in kissing Linda Sue. She started letting him touch her bare tits, and that helped, a little, but things began to cool between Linda Sue and me. I didn’t care much. She needed me if she wanted to keep Jimmy on a string without having to put anything “gross” in her own mouth. And I discovered that it really helped me to have a cock in my mouth, quivering, on the point of exploding, so I could finger myself over the edge.

So that was my first orgasm, and my second, and I guess my seventh or eighth. That’s how I learned to make myself cum, and more or less how I’ve done it ever since. Over time I learned that someone else’s tongue can bring me off, or their very, very, skilled fingers, but by and large I’m a self-reliant girl when it comes to clitoral stimulus. Oh, and I can—and have—cum with a finger or more inside me, or with a cock inside of me, and even once with a cock up my ass (but that’s another long story).

But to this day it can be hard for me to achieve climax without a cock in my mouth, preferably trembling and leaking pre-cum. With a cock in my mouth, it’s a different story. I can cum so easy, then. In fact, one of my favorite things now is to line up a few guys with big dicks and have them fuck my mouth one by one while I finger myself. That pretty much guarantees I’ll have an orgasm or three, before it’s over. And it’s surprisingly easy to set up. (Like I said, guys aren’t all that complicated where getting off is concerned, at least in my experience.) So I spend a lot of time with semen in my mouth and cum on my face, these days. And I really like it. What can I say? I’m just a cock-sucking, sperm-loving, cum-slut kind of a gal. And proud of it.

So that’s my story. Maybe I would have become a semen-sucking cum slut anyway. Maybe it’s inborn, not conditioned. But as far as I’m concerned, I have Linda Sue to thank for the fact that I generally have a cock shoved down my throat and cum on my face when I climax.

So, thanks, Linda Sue, wherever you are. You put me on a weird road, but it’s my road. And so far I love it.

Chapter 2 — Glory Days

I came back home from summer camp with my tail on fire. I had discovered The Orgasm and that was the most important thing I could possibly imagine right then. A girl has to have her priorities, after all.

My path of discovery had admittedly been a little twisted by Linda Sue, my first love, who had taught me to touch myself under her strict supervision, while sucking on a dildo, and who had finally let me cum only when her boyfriend’s cock was erupting in my virgin mouth. The last few nights at summer camp I had explosive orgasms every night, with Linda Sue’s boyfriend’s dick cumming in my mouth every time.

I was a little mixed up about all that. Okay, more than a little.

I had licked Linda Sue, and loved her, in a puppy-dog fashion, so was I a lesbian? I definitely didn’t have emotional attachments to any guys… but I did have a thing for dicks. I really, really liked them. Especially when they came in my mouth during my explosive orgasms. I even kind of maybe had a taste for guy cum. So basically I had no idea what was going on, even in my own head.

At night I was up late rubbing my love button with no real success. I was getting hot and bothered, but ultimately frustrated and a little sore. I kept rubbing the magic 8-ball, and it kept saying “Answer hazy, ask again.” Nothing to suck, no orgasm. So not fair.

I was totally no-way going to try to get myself a boyfriend to suck on; I’d never had a boyfriend before, and the only guys I knew were dorks—you know, typical teenage guys; into video games and gross Internet porn with giant titty women being fucked up the butt. No thanks, but No, thanks just the same. Anyway, I didn’t want a boyfriend—I was too mixed up. All I wanted was a cock to suck on while I masturbated.

So I opted for Plan B: get a dildo. True, I’d never had a for-real orgasm with just a dildo in my mouth, thanks to Linda Sue, but I had come awfully close a few times—also thanks to Linda Sue. It seemed worth a try. So. Off to my girl-friendly neighborhood dildo emporium, right?

As if.

There was this run-down adult book store I’d been past, in a pretty seedy part of town, that advertised sex toys in their window (and $0.25 movies, whatever those were). It was a long walk from where I lived, but do-able. So I did it. It was a real old-school type place, the kind that there used to be a lot of, I guess, before they invented the Internet and fire and stuff. I figured I’d slip in, buy a little dildo, put it in my backpack, come home, go up to my room, put it in my mouth, and have a little suck-rub-cum party. Easy peasy, like the old folks say.

Not. I was so unprepared. It was like an avalanche of porn in there, stacked to the ceiling and totally in your face. I did see some pictures of women smiling with cum on their faces and dribbling out of their mouths, which was comforting, in a weird sort of way, but there was so much other REALLY weird shit. I was kind of freaked out.

I looked around for a little pink dildo. There were way too many really strange dildos that all grabbed at my attention. There were monster purple ones with spiky things sticking out, super monster black ones that wouldn’t fit in my daypack, long bendy ones like two-headed snakes from some ancient dick-based mythology…

The guy behind the counter noticed me. “Backpack,” he said.

“Oh, right. Sorry, man.” I handed over my daypack. He squinted at me.

“You eighteen, girlie?”

I pulled out my Kefauver High student ID (Go, Wildcats.. yeah, whatever…), showing my 18th birthday six weeks ago. He spent half a minute doing the arithmetic, then nodded. “Okay.”

He looked at me oddly. Just then I noticed that I was like, the only girl in the place. A bunch of older guys were trying to check me out without staring. Others were just plain staring. I was getting a little uncomfortable. But I came here to get something, damn it.

I cleared my throat. “Can I look at your dildos?”

The guy gestured around. There must have been fifty, stacked high and low, mostly huge and weird, with strange alien attachments. “Any particular kind?” he asked, not unkindly.

I took a deep breath and just spilled. After all, the guy was a professional, right? Like a bartender, sort of. “Yeah, well I want something to suck on while I masturbate,” I blurted out. “I’m not sure it will even work. I’m used to having a cock cum in my mouth to help me get off, so… what would be the most like that? I don’t have a lot of money,” I finished.

It had been quiet in a sort of furtive way in there the whole time, but suddenly it was like everyone was holding their breath. You could hear a pin drop, except for the recorded moaning and groaning coming from the video area in the back.

“What?” I said.

He looked thoughtful, which didn’t seem to be an expression his face was really used to. “You get off when a guy cums in your mouth?” he asked finally, like he was trying to set the record straight.

“Yeah, basically.”

“Okay… I think we have something that will help. Yeah. Definitely. Uh, it’s gonna take me a minute,” he gestured at the stack of clutter overflowing the display case. “Tell you what. Take some tokens,” he swept like ten dollars worth of video tokens into my hands from where they were stacked by the register. “Go sit. Watch a movie. On the house. Take booth number twelve. It says closed, but don’t worry about that. I’ll… I’ll come knock when I have something for you. Could be a while. Relax. Take a load… off.”

“Um. Yeah, okay. Sure. Um. Thanks. Thanks a lot.”

“Sure, chicka. My pleasure.”

I walked down a dark hallway in back, looking for booth twelve. There was a lot of panting and squealing coming from speakers inside little booths with doors. Some were closed, but others were open. I could see they were all set up the same: a short, chrome and not-leather stool, TV screen with a coin slot, wastebasket, and a little shelf with a box of kleenex.

The kleenex seemed like a classy touch for such a cheesy dump, but hey. What did I know?

The place smelled like sex. It smelled like cum. Guy cum. I got a tingle in my crotch. It smelled really, really good. In a really bad, dirty way. I was getting turned on.

I found booth number twelve, one down from the end. Sure enough, it said “Closed” on the door in chalk. It also said “glory hole” in day-glo orange marker. Yeah, whatever. I walked in and closed the door. It had a lock. Real privacy. I realized then that this was a place guys came to jack off watching porn. Duh. I should have figured. Hence the smell. Damn. All those dicks, shooting all that cum nearby, behind locked doors.

So near, and yet so what?

Oh, well. I had some time to kill while I waited for my dildo. Maybe I could find a video of a girl who looked something like me, sucking cock, and imagine it WAS me, and, you know, give the old love button a twirl with an imaginary cock in my mouth. It was worth a shot. Might be better than sucking a silly dildo, come to think. I locked the door.

It took a few tokens to figure out the video menu. Those things really didn’t last long! But finally I found something promising called an oral cream pie cumpilation, which turned out to be a movie of nothing but girls sucking cock and getting their mouths cum in. It grossed me out, but it did turn me on, a little, so I dumped all the tokens in, unzipped, and decided to try something new.

It was working, a little, but not quite enough. I was getting turned on, all right, but I couldn’t get where I wanted to go. I really missed having something in my mouth. Looking at it and trying to imagine it was real seemed like a lot of work. I guess that stuff is easier for guys. They’re more visual—they see it, they believe it. Me, I need to taste it.

I heard something scratching on the wall between my booth and the one next door. It was pretty dark, but I could make out a hole the size of a doorknob in the wall, partly blocked by a sliding panel. I felt kind of guilty sliding the panel open. I probably shouldn’t be peeping on some guy jacking off, but I was curious. Maybe if I saw a real cock getting close, smelled it…

Dreams really do come true. As soon as I slid the panel aside, before I could even get my eye to the oversized peep-hole, a large, semi-erect penis pushed through the hole, practically in my face. I stared, my mouth watering, my pussy tingling. It waggled, like it wanted to play. A cock! Unsupervised! With no dorky guy attached! (Well, none visible anyway.) And it looked friendly. Inviting even.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I ventured.

I pulled the stool over to the… the Glory Hole! Well, duh… skooched down until it was at mouth level, and pulled my jeans and panties down far enough to reach my love button without too much contortion. The sight and smell of an aroused cock right in front of my face was intoxicating.

Show time. I took the proffered dong in one hand and put the other hand in my pants. The cock stirred and started to stiffen as I handled it. It felt really good, warm and firm. I slipped a digit into my slit and fingered the magic eight ball, asking the same old question—but this time I felt the response changing from ‘Answer Hazy, Ask Again’ to ‘Yes’. It felt so good.

The cock was getting hot and hard as I stroked it. A nice buzz started in my clit. Oh, yeah. I eased my mouth over the head and wrapped my lips around the shaft. Mmm. A very nice buzz. I started to suck on it.

Bingo. My clit was humming with that Old Familiar Feeling. I was back on the path that I knew led home. I began to slide my mouth up and down, moving that lovely dick in and out of my face. The hole and wall arrangement was nice. I had total control. I pulled back until just the head was in my mouth, filling it nicely, and began to contentedly lick and suck while I stirred my love button, knowing where this would lead.

The dick in my mouth unexpectedly began to leak a familiar greasy fluid. Wait! Not yet!

Too late. It began to jerk and pulse, shooting jets of hot cum into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed, using my lips and tongue to keep that cock cumming as long as possible, while I feverishly rubbed my sweet spot for release. But it was over too soon. That delicious prick I had had such high hopes for softened, slipped from my mouth, and disappeared back into the wall. What a gyp!

I was kicking myself for taking my time, enjoying the ride, while this once-in-a-lifetime gift of no-strings-attached, ready-to-suck cock just came and went, without me finishing, when I heard a distinct scratching sound on the opposite wall. I turned to look, suddenly hopeful.

Hallelujah! Another glory hole! I slid the panel aside with two shaking hands, one hand shaking and skanky with my own pussy drool.

The cock that came out of the wall this time was fully erect, longer and darker than I’d seen before, kind of a pale olive color, with a noticeable curve to the left. It was very clean, and very handsome. My mouth literally watered as I approached the gently bobbing head, opened wide, and let my lips engulf it. It was hot, and hard, in the way that only cocks are—soft and tender on the surface, but firm, practically rigid, inside—and almost sweet. It was way longer than my mouth was deep, so I only took it partway in. Then I let the tip slide out from my mouth and sucked the side of the shaft, sliding down from the head as far toward the base as far as I could reach, then back up. It was responsive. It liked what I was doing to it, I could tell.

I sucked it slow, savoring the texture, not letting it get ahead of me. I was developing a spectacular buzz emanating from my love button, spreading in a warm wave through my loins. My finger was starting to distinguish different features of my clit: a sensitive shaft that I had to be gentle with, a hood I could rub vigorously, and a shy tip that would get real sensitive if I tickled it tenderly, then would deliver jolts of pure joy right through me.

I was determined to climax with this cock before it was spent. I tried to focus on myself, to get there first, but my mouth wanted to taste this new cock’s excitement too much. It was like an electric circuit. The more jazzed the cock felt in my mouth, the more jazzed-up my girl parts got.

I got on my knees on the black wooden floor and used both hands to get myself off, one rubbing my clit, the other teasing my pussy lips at the rim of my opening. As the feeling built, I thrust my mouth onto that beautiful, delicious cock again and again, fucking it with my face, as deep as I could. I could feel it swelling, the skin getting tighter. I tasted the precum just as I crested the wave of pleasure coming out of my twat, and when the dam burst at last and spasms of sweet release flooded me from the center of my little universe, the cock in my mouth erupted, spurting cum like a hose, into my mouth, down my throat, spilling out onto my face, running down my chin. It was like coming home.

As I rode the wave of excruciating erotic joy, I felt for the first time that I was drawing almost as much pleasure from the cock as from my girl stuff. The cum wasn’t actually sweet, but it was heady. It was good. I was hungry for it and I sucked it up greedily.

That was the moment I truly became a cum slut, sucking and serving that anonymous cock, worshipping it with my tongue and lips, savoring the semen that I licked off the shaft and sucked from the head. I knew that from that day on, for the rest of my life, even as a toothless granny, I would want to suck cock and taste cum shooting out of it—not just to help me reach my own orgasm, but for it’s own sweet sake.

I used the kleenex to mop up the spilled semen, zipped up, and staggered out onto the street in an erotic daze, barely remembering to grab my daypack at the counter. I never went dildo shopping again, but I did visit my friendly neighborhood glory hole every chance I got for the rest of the summer.

By the last few weeks of my Magic Summer, I had a routine at the bookstore. I’d stroll in, nod at the guy behind the counter, and head down to booth twelve, daypack and all. Some of the regulars would follow me into the back, semi-discreetly—I mean, not actually shoving or tripping over each other. Guy discreet, you know?

I’d lock the door, drop trou, take a bottle of oil from my daypack and spread it on my happy parts, so I wouldn’t rub myself raw over the next hour or two, and by then there would be scratching on both walls and I’d be open up. The booth was small enough to let me use both holes at once. Both glory holes, that is. My personal love hole and my bung hole were still virginal, thank you. Only my mouth was open to the public pubis. But that hole was open wide.

I’d open both glory holes and watch in satisfaction as the first two pricks of the day came through the walls. I was familiar with most of them by now, but there was almost always at least one new cock sometime during my suck-a-thon.

Sometimes the dicks emerged already fully erect, particularly the ones I knew well, as if they were anxiously awaiting reacquaintance with my oral pleasure palace. Others were at half mast, until I started giving them my attention. I would take one in each hand and pump them up as needed, until they were both good and stiff. I liked the heft and feel of them. I enjoyed the look of their veiny shafts and round heads, so different, yet so alike, all of them hard and wanting release.

Then I’d settle into a squat, with one hand dipping into my personal playground, and I’d alternate a while—sucking one cock while pumping the other with my free hand, going back and forth, tasting and fondling, until I started to get that good feeling from Happy Valley.

Then I’d choose one cock to focus on and give it my undivided head, bobbing, sucking, swirling, licking, enjoying the way the pressure built as it approached orgasm. I liked to take my time with my own orgasm now. There were plenty of cocks. I’d casually keep the other cock in play with my free hand while I sucked my chosen dick, working it into a frenzy. Soon I’d feel it swell in my mouth, oozing precum.

As often as not, when the first cock boiled over and started squirting warm bursts of cum into my mouth, I’d have a little ‘gasm myself. Just a warm up. The cum all tasted different. A few guys’ tasted nasty, and I’d spit them into a kleenex, but most were okay or actually good, and I gobbled them up, sucking hard on the dicks while they came so I could get it all.

I always felt a little sad to see them pull back into the wall, soft and flaccid, but I also got a little feeling of satisfaction, of accomplishment.

Man, it was nice to have another cock in my hand, already set to go, especially if I was building toward a big climax. I could fill my mouth and start sucking another dick with no delay, fresh sperm still on my tastebuds, keeping my female mojo going uninterrupted until I clenched and came. Nine times out of ten, when I came, the cock in my mouth would erupt too, no matter how long or short a suck I had given it. Girl power!

I’d usually squat there, masturbating and swallowing cum—most familiar, some strange—for about an hour, sometimes two, until I had about four girl-gasms under my belt, at least two of them big ones. Then I’d zip up and take off, a spring in my step, fresh pussy drool in my panties, cum in my tummy, and a big smile on my face.

I particularly remember my next-to-last visit. There were a couple of regulars hanging around outside when I walked up, just waiting to see if I’d drop by, I think. (I was coming there pretty often by then.) We never spoke, never made eye contact. But they sure checked out my ass and my bouncy little titties!

They mainly wanted to see if I was a real girl, I think. Why it mattered, I’m not really sure. You put your dick through a hole in the wall and it gets sucked. Who cares who’s doing the sucking? I guess maybe it’s the principle of the thing. Or something. Anyway…

I walked down to booth twelve, my heart already skipping a beat, locked the door, stretched, and pulled my pants and panties down, feeling a little moist and tingly Down Under. I took my time—olive oil, or coconut oil? Coconut stayed slippery longer, but olive oil had a warm sensual texture. Hmm. I spread my clit and pussy lips with olive oil, then spread out a little bandana on the floor to soak up the drippage, and slid the first glory hole open for business.

It was magic that day. First thing, the sweetest pink dick popped out of the wall, already pulsing with excitement. I took the round shaft in my hand and squeezed it. It swelled in pleasure. I popped the reddening head into my mouth and sucked, running my tongue over the slit. I tasted that slippery foreshadowing precum right away, the perfect accompaniment to olive oil.

I dipped my pussy finger into my mouth, mixing the olive oil and precum, tasting them together, running my finger around the cock head in my mouth, then returned my finger to my swollen clit, where I felt their mingled fluid textures sliding over me together. The dick in my mouth swelled impossibly, then gently splashed cum right onto my tongue, just like that.

I shuddered with a small girl-gasm of my own at the sudden surprising taste. I didn’t let the cock slip from my mouth and out of my hand right away. I gripped it tight, sucking gently and licking all around the head, affectionately. It rippled and shot a little more come inside my mouth, as if to say thanks.

I opened the other glory hole, already a little breathless, only to meet my old friend, the long olive cock with the left hand curve—the first glory hole cock I had cum on. We had a happy reunion. I had been practicing for weeks now, and I was able to take the whole length of that long, handsome dong into my mouth, suppressing my gag reflex, and open my throat. I felt my throat muscles contract around the rim of his helmet as I swallowed.

I rocked back and forth, that long cock down my throat, my fingers flashing over my oiled clit, for several minutes, taking it out only to breathe. We came together massively. I almost fell over, and the man attached to the cock must have done the same—his weenie popped back through the hole with an audible plop, and I heard low, deep laughter from the other side of the wall.

I sucked seven cocks that day, and had four breathtaking orgasms.

On this particular visit, I went on sucking cock and eating cum for a while—even after zipping up Miss Happy Pants—just for the pleasure of it: feeling them tremble, grow suddenly bigger in my mouth, then explode, pulsing with excitement, heat, and cum.

Eventually I closed up shop, waited for the scratching on the walls to stop, and split. I was in a good mood, loose and happy, content, feeling like I’d eaten a little too much yogurt, but ready for a cup of dark roast coffee and something for dessert. I had a pastry at a little cafe in the chi-chi district that was gradually eating away the seedy part of town. I felt like I owned this part of the city: Queen Cindy the First of the Olde Raunch District. I so ruled.

My final visit to the bookstore a few days later was sad and different. There were a bunch of cop cars out front and lots of flashing lights. I didn’t go in. I walked past and made myself scarce for a while, and when I came back, the sign just said CLOSED.

It never reopened. After a while I stopped going by. I poked into the few other, surviving smut stores, the last two nearby and a couple by the edge of town, but none of them had anything like my Glory Hole. It was the last of its kind, I guess.

Like summer break, my glory days were over. It was time to leave my ‘rent’s house and start a new chapter in my life, anyway. I had confidence now that I would find other cocks to suck, somewhere. They were out there, just waiting for Cindy’s Special Mouth. I couldn’t wait to taste them.

And I was still a virgin! Time to fix that, soon, I thought.

You know what’s weird? When you go from being a senior in high school—totally chill, biggest fish in the pond, wise and sophisticated—to being a freshman in college—totally lost, insecure, minnow in a big, strange ocean. People treat you like you’re twelve years old, and you kind of feel that way. That’s sure how I felt, anyway.

Add in that I was an 18-year-old virgin, maybe a lesbian, and a cum slut who got off sucking anonymous dicks in a glory hole, and weird was too feeble a word to describe it.

I didn’t feel like I could tell anybody who I really was. I wasn’t sure I even knew. I just knew that I liked girls in a not-quite-normal way, that I needed a dick in my mouth to climax while touching myself, that I was a full-on cock worshipping cum slut, and that I thought guys were mostly dorks. Weird squared, right?

Luckily, I got into a school that my parents could almost afford, and that was liberal as all shit. So when we signed up for dorms (first year students had to live in a dorm) we had three choices: Male, Female, and Gender-Neutral / Transgender. I read the description of G-N/T, and it sounded more like Totally Confused to me.

But hey, that was me all over. So I signed up for the G/N-T dorm, ordered the LGBLT lunch special from the GNT Cafe, and checked the No Preference box for desired room mate gender. I knew I liked girls, and I knew I liked dicks, so either way, right? Besides, I figured if a guy thought of himself as at least part girl he probably wasn’t a dork.

I was only half right. All college-age males are dorks, but transgender guys are only part male, hence only part dork.

Anyway it turned out that most of the students in my dorm were actually either gender normal or gender just-slightly-confused; they just thought it was cool and PC to declare as G-N/T. Go figure. There didn’t seem to be anybody like me.

But in a way I lucked out: my room mate Lonni was a keeper. I liked her right away. She was more pretty than beautiful, with pert, bouncy tits, nice skin, and a great sense of humor. Plus she had that self assurance I was drawn to in girls. She was a funny mixture—part very girly-girl feminine: legs shaved (everything shaved, as far as I could tell), makeup, lacy blouses and heels; but part tomboy: blunt speaking, funny in a crude way sometimes, and physically assertive.

Lonni could tell I liked her, and she took me under her wing as a project—sort of an ugly duckling that she was confident she could make into a swan. I was part of her entourage. Actually I was her whole entourage, but she acted as if the rest of her following had just stepped out. She gave me the benefit of her advice, which were more-or-less marching orders for me, and she had me do little things for her: paint her fingernails, French-braid her hair… a lot like Linda Sue, now that I think of it, but nicer. I didn’t ask about her sexual orientation because I wasn’t sure of my own. I wouldn’t know how to answer my own question.

In fact, my sex life had become hypothetical. I was focusing on my classes, ignoring the yearning between my legs as much as possible. There was no sense masturbating without a cock to suck, at least for me, and I was too busy adapting to my new life to go out cock-hunting, so I just did without. But the pressure was building.

I was shy, and I pretty much kept my past to myself, even from my room mate Lonni.

But then one Friday night Lonni smuggled a bottle of vanilla vodka into our dorm room and the two of us got demurely, girlishly, falling-over wasted. She opened up and told me about her abusive father and her embarrassing crush on her scout troop leader, who turned out to be a friend of her mother’s. She cried and I cried for her. We got feeling all cozy and kind of held hands, and I got a little tingly, and it got kind of awkward, and she flat out asked me about my sexual orientation.

I didn’t know what to say, so I spilled everything. Everything. Told her my whole story.

She seemed interested and sympathetic about my submissive lesbian sex-slave phase with Linda-Sue, outraged about the way Linda Sue had used me as a cum receptacle for her boyfriend, stunned–but I think a little impressed—with my brief reign as queen Cindy of the downtown glory hole, and fascinated by my need for a cock in my mouth to successfully reach a climax while playing with myself.

“But what about fucking?” she asked with alcohol-enhanced bluntness. “Can you cum with a cock in your pussy, or with a girl eating you out?”

“I don’t really know, Lonni. I’m… I’m still a virgin. I’ve never had a cock in my pussy, only in my mouth, and the eating was strictly in one direction with Linda Sue.”

“That bitch! What a waste.” She put her hand on my knee. “I would have eaten you in a heartbeat, Cindy, if you had had a crush on me.”

“You would have? Really?”

“Cross my heart. I wouldn’t leave you swinging in the breeze if you were sweet on me and I let you hang around and do things for me.”

I crossed my legs, squirming a little. “Lonni? I do… sort of have a… a crush on you.”

“Well of course you do. Who wouldn’t?” she offered breezily.

“And you do let me do things for you. Not sex things, but…”

Lonni sobered a bit. “I do let you do things for me, don’t I? And you would do… sex things, for me, if I asked, wouldn’t you, little Cindy?”

“I’d, I’d like to, Lonni. If you wanted.”

“First things first, child. You haven’t cum in how long?”

“Since a month before school started.”

Lonni moved her tongue around in her mouth, trying to work out the vodka numbness. “Stand up,” she said.

I stood.

“Take your pants off.”

I complied. This felt familiar. I liked it.

“Panties, too. And your top.”

I wasn’t wearing a bra. My tits are small and I like to let them breathe. I stood there naked, waiting for Lonni to tell me what to do next. My pussy began to tingle in a good, good way.

“Sweet thing, you are too submissive for your own good. Fortunately, I have your best interests at heart. Now sit down on the bed, lean back with your feet on the floor, and spread your legs. I’m going to eat you all up. We’ll see if you can cum with another girl’s tongue on your clit, even with no cock to suck.”

I was so happy I almost cried. Lonni was going to help me find out who I was. I hoped I was a lesbian. I wanted Lonni to have the pleasure of making me cum with her mouth, the same pleasure I got from making a cock cum in mine. And I wanted the sweet release of an orgasm, right now. I wanted to cum so bad, I would try just about anything. So I laid back, opened my legs, closed my eyes, and let the vodka make the room spin. Lonni knelt on the carpet by the side of my bed, between my thighs.

She ran her tongue around my pussy lips, making me gasp with pleasure. This was new, and thrilling. I felt her fingers spread my lips. Her tongue circled and probed my virgin pleasure hole. It felt so good. Her tongue was warm and wet and alive, tasting me, touching me, licking me, penetrating me. She licked her way up my seam, from my now wet pussy hole up to my love button, my clitoris. I had only recently discovered that my clit wasn’t just a button, that it had a shaft, a hood, and a head. Lonni knew me better than I knew myself.

Her expert tongue slid languidly up the left side of my clit, between the hood and the shaft, probed firmly over the the top of the hood, rubbing it against my tip in a fantastic way, then quickly lapped down my right side, her tongue alternately brushing the hood against my clit and then slipping inside the hood to tongue my shaft directly. She flicked her tongue left and right across the face of my shaft from the base up to the tip, flicking my tip ever so gently, giving me a stab of sudden pleasure.

She sighed with satisfaction at my responses and lowered her tongue to my moist, seeping canal again, licking the slippery dew from my twat up over my clitoris, basting my tender nub in my own juices, again and again. I let out a slow, satisfied groan. This was exceeding all expectations.

Oh, could Lonni eat cunt! She was an artist with her lips and tongue, and my pussy was her canvas. She licked out tranquil, dreamy meadows and powerful, passionate storms. She sucked my clit into her hot mouth and hummed, slowly sliding her tongue around and around my tip. She brought me to the very edge of orgasm and held me there, in delicious torture, then backed off and did it again. And again.

Finally, she took her lips from mine and sighed. “My tongue’s getting tired, sweetie,” she confessed. I’m enjoying this, though. Are you?”

“Very, very much. More than I ever imagined.”

“But you still haven’t cum. Do you feel frustrated?.”

“Not really. Lonni, it’s SO good… well, maybe just a little, but I don’t really mind.”

“Well,” Lonni said, standing up, “you’re not a pure lesbian, in my expert opinion. Girl tongue is not enough.” She unbuttoned her lacy white blouse and freed her breasts from her tight push up bra. They were smaller than I’d thought, but still bigger than mine. And creamy, with pinkish brown nipples. She looked good.

“Let’s try this,” she said, lowering her bare tits deliciously on mine, and bringing her mouth close enough to taste each others’ breath. “Kiss me while I touch you. Give your mouth something to do.” She sucked my tongue into her talented mouth, still tasting of my juices, and went to work with her fingers on my clit.

I gasped as she vigorously rubbed my clit, holding nothing back. I sucked her tongue and felt myself starting to fall… starting to fall… and not quite falling.

After a while, Lonni stood again, looking down at my body, spread-legged, willing to do anything for her. She shook her head. “You like girls, but you’re just not a lesbian, Cindy.”

“I’m not, am I?” I was a little disappointed, but I was learning who I was. Lonni was teaching me. It was good.

“We’ll have to try something else. But first I want to explain something.” She smiled conspiratorially. “Promise not to tell?”

“Cross my heart,” I echoed her earlier promise to me.

“It’s this.” Lonni stepped back, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, hesitated, then took off her lace panties and, reaching down between her legs, peeled off a panty liner and freed a long, beautiful cock! It quickly swelled to a slender but respectable girth. The head was streamlined, and the same pinkish brown as her nipples. Lonni was a dickgirl, she-male, a girl with a cock. My heart fluttered.

“Oh, Lonni!” I said reverently. “It’s so pretty!”

“It is, isn’t it?” she said with a contented smile, fondly running her fingers along its length. She looked me in the eyes. “Do you think it’s pretty enough to take your virginity with?” she asked, knowing full well the answer.

I nodded, which made my head spin a little. “Oh, yes, Lonni. Please. Put your pretty cock inside me. Take my virginity. Take me. Fuck me, please, now”

I was finally losing my virginity! To a woman. Well, kind of. Someone who understood about being a woman, anyway. A she-male woman, who was warm and caring and funny, who had a pretty face, a talented mouth, soft, round breasts, smooth legs, and a firm, slender cock. What more could a girl want?

Well… I licked my lips, eyeing the head of her dick, a girl wants what a girl wants, and I wanted a taste, but there would be time for that, too, I hoped.

Lonni took a condom out of her drawer and started to put it on.

“No,” I objected. “Please. My period starts tomorrow.”

“You’re that regular?”

“Like a clock.”

“Well, it’s a risk, even if I don’t cum inside you.”

“Let it be my risk, Lonni. I don’t want the first thing inside me to be plastic. Not again.”

She sighed, “Since you put it that way…” then grinned wickedly, “roll over, sweet cheeks. Mama has a present for you.”

I obediently rolled onto my tummy, bent low over the bed and raised my ass. She could have me any way she wanted me.

I felt Lonni use her hand to brush the head of her cock between my pussy lips, getting it slick with my juices. She pushed, gently, then, until the swollen head of her dick lodged in my constricted opening. I pushed back, firmly. I felt something tear as I thrust my pussy back onto her cock. It hurt a little, but I didn’t mind.

Lonni was behind me with her legs between mine, holding my hips in her suddenly strong hands, standing her ground while I pushed back on her rigid shaft, driving it deeper inside me. I started to rock back and forth, moving her length gently in and out of me. It stopped hurting. It started to feel really good.

It felt incredible to have her cock filling me, making my cunt tight, like a cork in a bottle. I could feel the muscles inside me clenching on her shaft. From her sharp intake of breath, I could tell she felt it too.

Lonni slipped her arm around my waist and slid a finger inside my fold, in just the right spot. “Now, she whispered in my ear, “let’s see if you’re hetero.”

Lonni fucked me from behind, intensely, swaying like a dancer, thrusting inside me with grace and passion, while her fingers worked my pussy juice into my clit with unrelenting urgency. She wanted me to cum so badly. She wanted to fuck me and make me cum.

And finally, I did. I had a climax. Just a small one, no more than a four on the clitoral Richter scale, but it involved my love tunnel as well, and that made it profoundly satisfying.

“Well,” Lonni panted, “you can cum with a cock inside you. If it belongs to the right woman, anyway.”

I leaned forward, encouraging Lonni to pull her cock out of me. “But you still haven’t cum,” I pointed out, after all that work.” I stood up and turned around. “On your back, now,” I commanded imperiously.

“Ooh… Bossy, domineering, Queen Cindy.” Lonni scrambled to lay herself on the bed, her soft breasts tilted up and her sweet penis swaying in the air. “I like it.”

I swung a leg over her head, lowering my Happy Meal onto her mouth, while my own mouth followed my hungry eyes to that rosy cock head of hers. Lonni’s tongue was as skilled as ever, doing things to my clit that I couldn’t even comprehend. I gave up, and let her guide me over the edge, as I sucked on her beautiful, beautiful cock.

I slid it all the way down my throat, swallowed, heard her gasp, pulled back to admire the sight of her head, then pushed her tip through my pursed lips and did it again. And again. I slid her cock between my lips and down my throat and swallowed on her, clenching on her, over and over, while she drove me toward a thundering climax with her lips and tongue.

When the warmth finally burst from my womb like a star going nova, and swept me away, her cock head practically burst open in my mouth, spilling her warm, sweet seed right down my throat. I backed off a little, letting her cock spurt cum in my mouth so I could taste it. Oh, it was good.

I swallowed every bit. Not a drop escaped my hungry mouth. When she was finished, I continued to suck on her, greedy for a final taste. She shuddered and collapsed, her face covered in my pussy juice, her soft cock in my mouth. I turned end-for-end and kissed her, pressing my breasts agains hers, softness on softness, straddling her slender cock with my pussy lips, sharing the taste of our mingled cum on our dancing tongues.

Lonni was the woman of my dreams, and I loved her, everything about her, from her pretty face and soft tits to her long, firm cock. I didn’t know what the future held, but for now she was mine. My she-male. My dickgirl. A pretty girl I could gossip with, rub tits with and kiss, with a pretty cock I could suck and even fuck. How lucky can one girl get?

I felt like my education had finally begun. And it had. But there was so much more for me to learn.

Chapter 4 — Twylla

I was doing pretty well in my first year of college. A few of my classes were boring, and some were hard, but I was learning a ton of new stuff, and I discovered I liked it. More importantly, I was learning to really think for myself. (Cin-dy! Cin-dy!)

My love life was going pretty good too, despite my being a semi-submissive, not-quite lesbian, with an obsessive thing for sucking cocks—and a history of inciting strangers to cum in my mouth.

Yeah, I know…

Fortunately my room mate Lonni was a semi-dominant dick-girl, a she-male with long silky hair, soft breasts, and a really pretty cock that I couldn’t keep my mouth off of—everything a girl like me could want, pretty much.

Lonni loved to bury her cock in my pussy while we cuddled, and that was nice too. It wasn’t romantic, really—after the first dizzy weeks, that is—and that made it easier for both of us, but it was delicious. We were cozy girlfriends, who usually ended our nights in bed together.

We had only a few rules, to keep from hurting each other: I wanted to be Lonni’s only girl, and so I was. Lonni wanted hers to be the only cock that was welcome in my pussy, and I was fully content with that. If we had been a normal couple, that would have pretty much sewn things up.

But we weren’t normal. We were two free spirits, sister cum sluts.

Lonni was still discovering what she liked. She was fully into the shemale-on-female thing with me, but like most women, she also had yearnings for cock to suck and be fucked by. I have a thing for cocks myself, so I understood her need. And since I couldn’t fill it, I gave her my blessing to find her own.

Lonni could enjoy all the cocks she wanted, without hurting my feelings, as long as I was her only girl—her only girl-girl, that is (I didn’t mind other dick-girls). Some nights she’d come in late, smelling of male sex, and we’d snuggle under the blankets and squeal about it together.

And Lonni understood my near-insatiable need to suck cocks. So if I found something extra to suck on from time to time, well, that was all right with her, as long as I kept it out of my pussy. What I did with my mouth was my own business, unless I felt like talking about it with her afterward, girl-to-girl.

I guess when two cum sluts get together, that’s how it has to be. And Lonni was actively encouraging me to explore my inner cum slut, to find out what I really liked, to experiment and test my boundaries.

Isn’t that what being young is for?

So that’s basically how I got involved with Twylla, and also how I ended up naked on the floor of the Delta Pi frat house.

But I’m getting totally ahead of myself.

Twylla Van Dyke wasn’t exactly what her name suggests: she didn’t drive a van. The night I met her, I’d walked into town to pick up a few things at an art supply store after class. The sun set on my way back, and I stopped in at a little bar that catered to the U crowd. (In my state the drinking age was 18. I pitied kids who lived where it was 21.) It was early on a Friday night, so it was busy, but not really crowded yet.

I ordered a beer, leaned on my daypack, and was idly checking out some trouser bulges—speculatively, but not very seriously—when Twylla walked in front of me, putting her crotch directly in the sight line between me and the bulge I was admiring at the moment.

Twylla didn’t have a bulge, just a mound, with pussy lips shaped like a camel’s toe, clearly outlined against her tight black leather pants—did I say tight? It looked like they were spray-painted on. It looked so slutty, and so good! I took a nice long look, getting a little tingle in my pussy. Then I looked up, and there she was, looking right back at me. It was obvious that she knew exactly what was going through my head.

I blushed. She didn’t. She gave me a knowing, evaluating look.

“You like what you see,” she said, by way of introduction. It wasn’t a question.

She maintained eye contact, then broke it to look me up and down. In that moment my eyes were drawn back to that yummy-looking mound of hers. Our eyes met again and it was as if we had felt each other up. I blushed again. She didn’t.

She had dark red hair that looked exotic but natural, a strong face—more handsome than pretty—and smallish, upturned breasts. She was lean, but with well-defined curves. Her lips and fingernails were painted a dark red shade that matched her hair and she was dressed, neck to ankles, in skin-tight black leather. I didn’t see her tattoos until later.

She was so hot. Everyone in the place was looking at her, men and women, secretly or openly.

But she was looking at me.

She took the beer out of my hand, put it on the bar, took my arm, and walked me right out into the parking lot. The night air was damp and cool, but her lips were hot as she pressed me up against the brick wall of the building. Her tongue didn’t twine with mine, it came into my mouth and took over. Her face and breasts pressed into mine. She stood against me with her legs wide, straddling my own legs.

She took my hand in hers and cupped it under her pussy, pulling my wrist upward. To someone passing by, it would look like I had grabbed her crotch and was lifting her up by it.

And I was. I hadn’t initiated it—it wasn’t something I would do!—but I found myself doing it anyway, under her wordless direction. She squeezed my hand with her thighs, and I squeezed back, compressing her pussy lips through the thin leather of her pants. She gave a short gasp of approval. I was passionately groping her sex now, and completely under her control.

I realized just then that I was going to do whatever she wanted—I was overpowered by my desire to please her, to satisfy her. It didn’t completely surprise me—I knew I had submissive tendencies. But it caught me off guard. I had always fallen under someone else’s sway gradually. No one had ever taken immediate, total control of me like this. It was disconcerting.

It was also arousing. It was actually making me wet. But at the same time, my newly developing independence and confidence drove me to rebel. I found myself giving her whatever she indicated as her desire, but doing it forcefully, not passively.

She nipped at my lips. “Oh! A tiger! I like pussycats. Come with me, pussy.” So much for my rebellion.

I followed as she led me by the hand to a shiny black SUV in a dark corner of the lot, chirped it open with a fob hanging from a small chain on her jacket, opened the back passenger door, and hustled me inside. The interior was dark—no cab light came on—and roomy. She gently shoved me down into a sitting position on the thickly carpeted floor, with my back against the far door. She stepped inside, standing with her slender body directly in front of me, her legs straddling my body, her back to the still open door. It was clear she had done this before with others. But I didn’t care. I wanted her to do it to me.

She took my hand and put in on a zipper that started at the top of her ass, running under her crotch and up almost to her belt. “Open me,” she grated, her breath coming harder. I pulled open the zipper, exposing her pale shaved pussy through the opening of her now crotchless pants.

“Now, eat me,” she demanded quietly. “Eat and suck. Come and eat me, little pussy.”

She stood with her hips tilted forward, her pussy pressed against my mouth. She wrapped her fingers in my hair and guided my head. “Lick,” she whispered, “Lick and suck.” She began to hump my mouth, rubbing herself up and down against my lips and tongue, making me taste her, from the dark tunnel of her rich, winey cunt to her thick, engorged clit and back. “Lick, yes… Lick, yes… Lick,” she prompted, establishing the pace she wanted from me.

When I was licking her in a steady rhythm—her rhythm—she angled her hips so her clit drifted across my moving tongue, and started to move her pelvis in small circles, fucking her clit with my tongue. “Mmmm,” she said. “Good. That’s right.”

She pulled my head hard against her crotch and began to move faster, grinding her clit against my mouth in tighter circles. “Uh, uh, uh. Yes. Yes, you little trollop. Yes, slut. Fuck me with that pretty mouth. Ahh! Now suck my cunt. Suck my cunt!”

I latched my lips onto her vulva and sucked, licking her clit in the same steady rhythm, while she fucked my mouth, her hands gripping the back of my head.

And then my heart opened, and instead of letting her use me, I gave myself to her, with a will. I sucked and licked with the same rhythm, but my heart was in it. I was feeling her clit feel my tongue, and shaping myself to it, joyfully, passionately. “Yes! Yes! Oh, you beautiful cunt. You. Suck. So. Goooood. Uh. Uh! Mmmm.

“Oh! Fuck! Fuck! You little minx! you’re… Uhh. Fuck…”

Her wet slipperiness increased as she shuddered and came, her hips bucking uncontrollably. I kept on sucking, moving my tongue more softly now, gradually easing as I prolonged and milked the last tremors of her orgasm.

She shifted back minutely in the low space between the seats, wiping spittle from her lips with the back of her hand. She zipped up, shaking but trying not to show it. “Fuck.” she said shakily. “You. You’re really something.”

I had worshipped her clit like a cock, and drawn the same satisfaction from squeezing every trembling iota of her orgasm out of it. She backed down out of the still open passenger door, the chill night air rushing in, contrasting with her heat, and offered me her hand to help me up.

“You in a hurry to be somewhere?” she asked, as I climbed down out of the SUV.

I shook my head. I hadn’t spoken a word yet. I didn’t want to spoil it now. She nodded. “Let’s go for a ride, then.” She closed the back door, opening the front passenger door for me courteously. “You can ride shotgun.”

I climbed wordlessly into her SUV, shrugging off my daypack for her to catch. She gracefully caught it and tucked it down by my feet as I buckled in. “Your loftiness,” she intoned, bowing sardonically, but smiling. She got behind the wheel and we went for a ride.

She drove us up a winding, two-lane road that climbed up through dark trees, then opened onto a curve with a broad shoulder overlooking the town. She pulled off, and I looked down at the view, while she looked at me. The city lights glistened in the mist. It was cold and empty and beautiful, which I was suspected was also true of my companion. She had, you know, just pussy-fucked my mouth—with my enthusiastic cooperation, yeah, but not my actual consent.

“What gets you off?” she asked. “You like eating pussy, I can tell. You’re good at it, too,” she acknowledged. “But it isn’t your cunt’s heart’s desire… You’re a submissive, but you’re no slave. You’re not looking for a master. And you’ve got that fucking Spark.”

I sat silently, watching the view, while she tried to figure me out. As she talked, I began to figure myself out, little by little.

“And you’re not wetting your panties waiting for me to eat you, I can tell that, too. You want me to dominate you, but on your own terms.”

She squinted at me, speculatively. “What is it that you’re hoping I’ll make you do, pussy?” She laid her hand in the V of my crotch, and began to massage it. I spread my legs a little to give her easy access.

“What gets you off?” she repeated. “Not this,” she said, squeezing my clit against the side of my labia. I squirmed in languid pleasure. “You like it though. Yeah,” she said, unzipping my pants and fingering my pussy and clit aggressively. “You like it but it doesn’t take your breath away.”

She thrust her finger fully up inside me and flexed it, while she brought her face close to mine. “I want to take your breath away,” she breathed, her exhalation hot in my ear. She began to work her finger inside me with every word. “What. will. it. take. Pussy? What. Do I have. To make. You. Do?”

And just like that, I knew what I wanted from her. Or thought I did. I took hold of her wrist and gently guided it up and down, humping my hips to fuck her fingers. “I want you. To eat my cunt. In front of a line of men. Who are fucking my mouth. I want you. To make me cum. Over and over. While you make me. Eat their semen. I want you. To suck my clit. While men stroke their cocks. And cum. All. Over. Me.” I pulled her hand out, and sucked her fingers clean, one by one. “That’s what it will take, for you to take my breath away.”

I looked her in the eyes. “Make me do that, and I’ll be your willing slave, for one night. For that night, I’ll do whatever you want, let you do anything to me that your cunt’s heart desires.”

She was breathing hard, already doing things to me in her imagination. “What’s your name, pussy?”

I laughed. “Cindy the First, Gloryhole Queen of Squalor Park.” I offered my hand. “Naughty to meet you.”

We were both laughing. She gave me her hand, her fingers still damp from our encounter. “I’m Twylla Van Dyke,” she announced.

“Well, of course your are.”

She laughed again, throatily, starting the SUV and pulling back onto the road. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you,” she said hungrily.

“But first, I’m going to give you your cunt’s desire. To take your breath away.”

Her breathing grew ragged again. “I’m going to love watching you beg for it. And I know you’re going to love begging.”

I trembled a little, I was so turned on—from my hard nipples to my dripping slit. Was I insane?

She smiled, wickedly. “So you like cocks. You want a room full of pricks?

“I know just the place.”

She drove on in silence. I sat beside her, frightened and aroused, wondering what I had gotten myself into, trusting my inner cum slut to guide me.

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Chapter 5 — Delta Pi
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We pulled into a circular driveway in front of a mansion that had seen better days. The house and grounds were in decent shape, casually tidy but far from manicured. There were two large greek letters above the door, a triangle and a pair of vertical lines topped with a wavy one: Delta Pi.

It was a frat house, one with a nasty reputation. I’d been warned about it by Lonni. “You might get something you like there,” she’d said, “but you might get a lot more besides. They don’t always take ‘no’ for an answer once they get a girl behind closed doors.”

“I’ve heard about this place,” I said to Twylla, trying to keep the concern out of my voice.

“Worried?” she asked, seeing right through my calm pose. She grinned. “You should be. If you came here alone, looking for a bunch of guys to suck off, you’d get what you were looking for, all right, and be sorry you asked—probably wake up on the lawn at 4:00 a.m, with cum dribbling out of your ass and ‘whore’ written on your forehead in marker, or something worse. Shit happens here sometimes. Girls complain, but nothing changes. The little pricks are connected, protected by their rich daddies.”

“Why do girls still come here, then?”

“Same reason we’re here, puss. Lots of willing cocks. Rich, young, well-dressed, athletic cocks, for girls who care about that.” She snorted derisively. “Most do. So they come.” She shrugged. “Girls with no leverage sometimes wish they hadn’t.”

“You have leverage?”

She led me to the front door with a swagger. “Oh, yeah. They know me. We party sometimes, and I scare them. I know too much about these dickwads for them to fuck with me.

“Besides, I have a rich daddy, too. Nowhere near as rich as these walking dicks’, but mine is a lawyer for the mob. If they lay so much as an unwanted finger on me, Daddy Will Sue. If he wins in court, he’ll take their little trust funds away. If he loses… daddy gets very angry when he loses. Things get damaged,” she smiled maliciously.

I shuddered. She laughed. “That’s the spirit, little pussy queen. Welcome to the well-named DP house, the place that hold’s your cunt’s big, stiff, spurting desire, and so much more.

“Seriously though, don’t wander off. And don’t accept anything to drink. Not unless it comes from the tip of a cock,” she added dryly.

I straightened my shoulders. I was pushing my boundaries, I told myself, exploring. Celebrating my inner cum slut. Whatever happened, I was going to find out more about who I was, and what I wanted.

I had told Twylla what I thought I wanted, but how would I feel when it actually happened? My fear was overlaid with a growing erotic thrill. What had Twylla called it? My cunt’s heart’s desire. It might not be what I’d find, but it was finally what I knew I was looking for.

A handsome, well-groomed young stud answered the door, saw Twylla, and opened the way mock-courteously, gesturing us in. “Ms. Van Dyke,” he greeted her. “Always a pleasure.”

Twylla gave him a dangerous look. “Usually a pleasure,” he amended. “None of our brothers have offended you, I hope.”

“Your very existence offends me, Chaz. But don’t worry; tonight it’s pleasure. For you, if you like, and, say, six or twelve of your brothers.”

Chaz licked his suddenly dry lips and looked at me speculatively. “So many?” he asked, getting excited. “She’s so… little.”

Twylla grinned. “Little and tight and mine, to do with as I please. Tonight, a little humiliation is on the menu. She’s going to strip naked and play with herself in front of you all, then I’m going to eat her cunt, while the lot of you take turns fucking her in the mouth. Jack off on her if you want. Cum on her face, her sweet little tits. Hell, giver a cum shower. I’ll have her wanting it. She’ll be begging to suck your dicks dry and lick them clean.”

Chaz was practically shaking. I smiled to myself. Guys. So predictable, in some ways. “Yes,” he answered. “Yes, absolutely. Come upstairs. The Blue Room, I think. Yes, definitely. I’ll gather the flock.” He hesitated. “Would you like a drink?” he asked with hooded eyes.

Twylla laughed in his face. “Do I look stupid, Chaz?”

“No. No, definitely not. Crazy and dangerous, yes, but stupid? No.” He admired her leather-clad figure. “And may I say, very sexy tonight?”

“You may. Tonight and every night. Enjoy the sights, but don’t get carried away. If a little cum splashes off pussy here and lands on my leather, she’ll lick it off. But if one of your brothers deliberately shoots his spunk on me, I’ll have his testicles in my mouth. And he won’t like it.”

“Well,” said Chaz, “I think we’ve established the ground rules for our little soiree.” He gestured upstairs, and eyed me with undisguised lust. “Let the fun begin.”

The so-called Blue Room was large, heavily curtained, and not blue. It was flooded with dim red light and long black shadows from a single, bare, scarlet bulb. Chaz excused himself and left me alone with Twylla.

She shook a black silk blindfold from her jacket and tied it around my eyes. I instantly felt more vulnerable, more dependent on her, and more sexually aroused.

She fastened a leather collar around my neck. She unbuttoned my blouse and put small clips on my nipples. They didn’t hurt, but they stimulated me almost too much. This was intended as humiliation, but I wasn’t humiliated. I was exhilarated. She put her hands inside my blouse and ran them over my breasts and belly. We started making out, her tongue again aggressively taking possession of my mouth, her hands occasionally tugging gently on my nipple clips, dragging me toward the border between extreme pleasure and mild pain.

I was completely in her hands. She could change the rules at any time and I would be helpless. She could do anything to me. Anything at all. She squeezed my crotch and I almost came. This was making me so hot.

There was a gradually building rustle and murmur in the room as Twylla kissed, licked, and bit me everywhere from my blindfolded face to my belly button, paying special attention to my mouth and breasts. Then she took the blindfold off. Men ringed the room, tall and sexual in the red light, casting long, dark shadows.

There were more than a dozen men in the room, all of them young, most of them muscular, proud, and even attractive. All had visible bulges, and some were squeezing their cocks through their pants. A few already had them out and were stroking them, slowly, in anticipation of a long night’s pleasure. My mouth started to water. Their faces began to recede from my vision, into a haze. I saw only a ring of tall red cocks casting black shadows.

Twylla pulled my blouse off, dropping it on the floor, and held up my naked tits, complete with nipple clamps, to the shadowy ring of aroused cocks. “This delicious little thing is Pussy,” she said. “But you can’t have Pussy’s pussy. It’s mine. She wants to give her cunt to me, in front of all of you. Don’t you, pussy?”

“Yes,” I answered, my natural shyness showing. A predatory murmur ran through the room.

“Say it.”

“I want, I want you to fuck me. Make me cum. In front of these men.” I fought with my fear.

“And what would you like the men to do, pussy?”

“I want them to line up,” my voice was shaking. My throat was dry. Had I really asked for, demanded, this? “And f-fuck my mouth.”

“And what will you do?”

“Suck. Suck them off. I’ll give them all the best b-blowjobs. Make them cum. In my mouth.”

“And?”

“And swallow their cum,” I declared, my voice firming. “All of it.” The bulges around the room were swelling into thick rods now. More cocks were coming out. More hands stroking them. The musty smell was becoming the odor of rutting males.

“And if they don’t want to cum in your mouth?”

“They can cum on my face, on my tits, in my hair. All over me.”

“CAN, pussy? Only CAN cum on you?”

“I want them to. I want them to cum on me.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please. Oh please let me suck you. Let me turn you on and get you off with my lips and tongue. Please, yes, stroke your dicks and shower me with your warm cum. It will make me so hot to have you jack off on me. I’ll cum and cum, if I can only suck your long, beautiful cocks. I’ll worship them with my mouth.”

There. I had made my confession. My inner cum slut had spoken. I could feel the beat of male sexual response pulsing all around me.

“Very pretty. Now strip.”

I carelessly kicked my shoes off, stepped out of my pants, then dropped my panties, letting them fall. I kicked them aside. I was naked, in front of all these men these cocks. My knees were shaking. This was so different from an anonymous glory hole. I was so much more exposed. My heart was pounding. I felt like I was going to pass out, and at the same time like I was building to a shattering climax. Everything balanced on a knife’s edge.

My inner cum slut was coming out of the darkness, at least into the shadows. I was still hiding behind the pretext of being forced to do this, instead of reveling in it, but it wasn’t entirely a pretext. Twylla was making me do this, albeit at my urging. This would be painfully humiliating, or it would be glorious.

“On your knees, pussy. Spread your lips and play with yourself while you suck a man’s cock for us. I’ll take your cunt when you’re wet and I’m ready. Now, who’s first?”

I knelt on the carpet, spreading my labia and beginning to finger myself. My pussy was already sopping wet. I was so hot I was shaking. A tall, muscular pair of legs appeared in front of me as I rubbed myself. A man’s hand held an engorged cock up to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the tip. He pushed it in.

I began to suck on it. Yes! I felt transformed. Unexpectedly, I flung my arms around his legs, pulling his cock into my face, plunging my mouth down over that sweet, warm, swelling prick. The blood-red cock head filled my mouth. I sucked harder and impaled my face on it, reared my head back and did it again, and again, getting it deeper into my throat each time, as it grew longer and harder. I began to moan, my cries of arousal only partly blocked by the burgeoning cock filling my throat. I could feel the cock responding to my passion. I could feel the man behind it responding. I could feel the whole room responding. The sexual energy in the room was growing, and changing, moment by moment.

Gaining strength and confidence, I unwrapped one arm from around him and dipped a hand into the source of my yearning. I barely brushed my clit before I clenched in a spasming orgasmic wave. I came, loudly and undeniably.

The cock in my mouth erupted in immediate response, fountaining with semen, filling my mouth to overflowing. In a fit of lust, the man I was face-fucking pulled his cock from my lips and shot more cum on my face. Humiliation? No. I chose rapture.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, mouth open, smiling, beatific, as the warm rain of his orgasm spilled over me, reflecting back the heat of my own. A burst of applause broke out, and an animal roar of approval and lust.

I was on my knees, naked in the beast’s lair, in Twylla’s thrall. But my cum slut was in charge of us all now, and she was radiant. A knot of men jostled for position to get in line for my oral ministrations. The rest impatiently gathered in a clot around me, ardently stroking themselves, in pleasure and passion, approaching climax, urging their pricks to shoot, shoot, shower me with their offering of semen and sperm, feeding the flames of my glowing carnal furnace with their sweet cum.

Queen Cindy of Delta Pi accepted the second hot, rigid cock into her bountiful mouth, sucked it all the way down her throat, hummed, and began her reign of pleasure and passion. They had come to use me. Now they were hungry to be near my heat.

I leaned forward and thrust my ass back toward Twylla. I needed both hands now, to hold and stroke this forest of cocks. While I gave myself to them, using both hands, I urged Twylla’s tongue and lips to keep bringing me to the edge of climax, fanning the white-hot core of this slowly building firestorm with a flame of pure orgasmic female incandescence.

Twylla Van Dyke got on her knees and thrust her face into my vulva from behind. Her lips wrapped around my swollen clit. Her tongue lapped the slippery fluid dripping from my cunt up and over my swollen love bud, sliding up and down on my engorged nub, keeping my sex lubricated and stimulated, in perpetual throbbing lust.

The cum slut inside me was bending us all to her will. It was glorious.

I was sucking on a big, hard dick, its sensitive tip lodged in my throat. I held the rigid shaft of another in my left hand. I could feel it pulsing. I was helping to stroke a third, twisting my right hand around the head, tickling the sensitive underside while its owner thrust it through the ring formed by his finger and thumb. It swelled, the head turning purple. Cum began to dribble from the tip, onto my wrist. The man released the ring from around the base of his cock and jets of semen shot out, onto my cheek and hair.

It triggered a chain reaction. Two more immediately spurted, causing a warm rain of cum to fall on my neck, breasts and shoulders, dripping slowly down my back and front in thin white runnels. At the same instant, the cock in my throat jerked and pulsed, injecting its seed directly into my gullet, then withdrew, still leaking cum. And at that moment, Twylla gave my clitoris a strong, prolonged swirling suck and I came again, loudly, screaming my pleasure around the shaft of a yet another cock, already plunging noisily into my mouth and throat.

Cock after cock was stuffed into my mouth, and I lusted for every one, worshipped every one, brought each one to paroxysms of pleasure, culminating in wet orgasm, and utterly satisfied every one, draining them completely.

Other cocks, too impatient to wait, jacked off on my face and my tiny, precious tits, and I turned it into something beautiful, every pulsing cock spraying an offering of semen to the cum goddess I embodied. Others might seek to debase me, but I refused to be debased.

With so many engorged shafts and heads pumping in and out of my mouth, the stimulus of Twylla’s tongue on my clit kept pulling me over the edge, into the sweet abyss. I came, again and again, shuddering, trembling, dripping, screaming.

Things began to blur together, into one endless series of swollen heads, pulsing shafts, and back-to-back male and female orgasms. But distinct moments stand out in sharp relief:

—An enormous cock, it’s head swaying in front of me, spraying a fountain of pale fluid, arcing over me. Me, raising my face languidly to catch it in mid-stream in my mouth…

—Twylla playfully slipping a moistened finger up my ass while I was deepthroating a particularly long member, causing me to choke, squeezing the cock so hard it unloaded inside me on the spot, then pulling her finger out as she sucked hard on my clit, triggering the most spectacular orgasm of my night, as the long shaft continued to pulse…

—A trembling dick spilling a thick creamy wad in my mouth, its owner crying out as I massaged the head with my tongue, bathing it in its own slippery load…

—One long cock pulling slowly out of my mouth, trailing a string of cum and saliva, as another bobbed in the air, hungry to enter…

—Four cocks spurting cum on my face at the same time, the hot seed splashing on both my cheeks. The guttural moans of lust and satisfaction as I wiped my face clean with my fingers, gathering their semen, and sucked the fresh cum from my hands, just before another turgid member thrust into my mouth, fountaining my mouthful of mixed seed out onto my lips and chin…

—Twylla grunting as she rooted aggressively in my cunt, making me cum twice in a row…

—The sound of the door closing behind the last man as he left…

—Lying alone in the red light with my head in Twylla’s lap, sucking the cum from her fingers as she wiped it off my leather collar and fed it to me with surprising tenderness…

—Reveling in the moment, knowing I had truly freed my inner cum slut, that she was a genie who would never go back into the bottle…

—Gazing with expectant trepidation into Twylla’s eyes as she held me, their depths busy with thoughts of me in a thousand different positions, already choreographing my promised night of bondage to her every desire…

—My pleasure at taking my iPhone out of my daypack in Twilla’s SUV on the way back to my dorm, and reading a love note from Lonni, as the sky turned pale in the east, shot with pink and gold, shining like a glistening vagina…

After all of that, I still wanted to go home and fuck Lonni, to feel the comfort of her cock inside me. To doze in her arms. It was Saturday. We could stay in bed.

I was so happy.

College was changing me. Or maybe it was just life that was changing me and I happened to be in school. But it’s hard to imagine I’d have gotten so close to Lonni anywhere else. If I’d just met her socially I probably would have taken her at face value: a cute girl with a great sense of humor, long blonde hair, nice tits, a very feminine fashion sense, and an assertive, almost aggressive manner.

My lesbian tendencies would never have been strong enough to overcome my shyness and really open up to her, if we hadn’t been dorm roomies. And it wasn’t until I knew her intimately that I discovered Lonni was a she-male, a girl with a dick.

And what a pretty dick! Slender and streamlined—just perfect for slipping into your pussy, and irresistible to suck on. Lonni liked to fuck me from behind while reaching around to rub my clit. She was so considerate…

It usually gave me a little orgasm to be fucked that way, which I guessed meant I wasn’t totally lesbian. I mean, from behind I couldn’t even see her tits! (I could feel them on my back though. Mmmm.) But what really turned me on was to do Lonni sixty-nine, with her lips around my love button and her cock deep in my throat. I had massive orgasms that way.

So Lonni took my virginity, and since then she was the only girl whose cock I fucked.

You know, I don’t think that came out right… I mean, I hadn’t let any guys’ cocks into my pussy either.

Just my mouth…

I know, I know: for a lesbian, I suck a lot of cock. It’s almost involuntary for me. See, I kind of imprinted that way during my first orgasm. You know, like a baby duck: if the first thing it sees is… well, no, it’s not exactly like that at all, come to think of it. But…

My point is, if you added up all the times I’ve sucked a cock and all the times I’ve cum, you’d come up with pretty close to the same numbers. Well, if you added them ALL up, you’d come up with just one number, so you’d have to, like, divide it by two or something… um…

You know what? Never mind. I liked cocks. I liked other girls. My closest girlfriend had a cock. End of story.

Well, and of course there was Twilla. Did I mention Twilla? She was a redhead, and a 100% all-girl lesbian—in black leather, with a blindfold and nipple clips in her jacket pockets—and I owed her one full night as her unconditional sex slave, basically because she made me blow a bunch of guys at a frat house. That, and because she had protected me. Well, and made me cum a bunch of times. And anyway, I actually ASKED her to make me do it, so it wasn’t like she had MADE me do it… only she really had.

But it had gone really well, and I was grateful. Plus I was kind if in love with her, in my own semi-submissive, free-spirited, cum slut sort of way…

Right. So, you can see now how it all made sense at the time.

Sort of.

Twilla dropped me off at my dorm, and left without getting specific about what night I should come by to pay my debt. I was a little anxious about it, but I think she preferred it that way. She had a way of making me afraid and making me soak my panties with pussy drool at the same time, you know?

Speaking of pussy drool, I was a mess. My blouse looked like it had been crumpled on the floor, stepped on, and used to wipe cum—a lot of cum—off somebody’s face, because, well, it had, right? My pants looked about the same, for the same reason. I had no idea where my panties were (probably hanging on some frat room wall as a trophy, like a stuffed moose head). My hair was matted with cum, and my tongue and tonsils were coated with it. I hadn’t had a wink of sleep all night.

And I had a glow of contentment, a bounce in my step that was threatening to let me walk on air, and a pussy that was so marinated in a mixture of my own girl cum and Twilla’s saliva that it was running down my thighs.

It was great to be home.

I needed to get my clothes off again, take a long shower before Lonni saw me, and then have Lonni fuck my brains out. I needed a cock in my pussy, soon, and only Lonni’s long, slender cock would do. There is nothing like a string of orgasms to make you want to just fuck, am I right girls? (Pure lesbians are excused from answering…)

Naturally Lonni met me at our dorm room door, gave me a big sloppy kiss, and started to undress me. It turned out we both had guy cum on our breath, and that the abundance of saliva and pussy sluice running down my leg was no obstacle at all to getting Lonni inside of me. Quite the reverse.

I pulled Lonni down on top of me, her small, beautiful breasts pressed against mine, nipple to nipple, girl body to girl body, and she slid her hard beautiful cock suddenly inside me, all the way to the hilt, her slender hips bumping into mine. We both giggled.

I hadn’t realized how tense I was until I relaxed into the warm rhythm of Lonni’s body riding into mine. There was no sense of urgency after the first frenetic moments when we needed to connect. Instead there was the simple fulfillment of my girlfriend’s cock sliding in and out of me, my well-oiled cunt clutching her tightly, but too slippery to even slow her motion. She rocked my hips from side to side as she burrowed inside of me, finding my tongue with hers, her sweet mouth familiar in mine. She was fucking me, and that was enough.

We must have fucked contentedly for an hour, neither of us in any hurry to cum, just hungry for the comfort and security of each other’s bodies after a long night of strange adventures.

Eventually, Lonni did cum, with the cutest little mew, and I felt her cock slip out of me on a trail of her own fluid. I held her close. Then we ran a deep, hot, bubblebath, soaked together until we were yawning, and crawled back into my little bed together to sleep in each other’s arms.

Only to be awakened a few hours later by Twilla Van Dyke, knocking at our door with bagels, trimmings, and strong, dark coffee. Ambrosia. We ate on the floor, the two of us just in blankets, wrapped around our shoulders.

Lonni and I both skipped the cream cheese—enough was enough, for a while anyway—but Twilla ate it by the finger-full, smiling at me suggestively: a bit of byplay she didn’t try to conceal from Lonni, who was gracious about it.

Twilla had brought food. Lonni was part guy. It was all good.

Twylla inserted herself into our tiny domestic scene with ease; just one of the girls. She found nice things to say about Lonni, even admiring her breasts at one point. Lonni was going out of her way to be nice to Twylla too, on the basis of Twylla’s apparent connection with me: they were joking, confiding, touching… It took me a while to realize that Twilla was quietly seducing Lonni into a three-way with me.

I had to admit it was an attractive notion; say what you will about Twylla’s Machiavellian tendencies, she was smoking hot: red hair, slim curves under skin-tight black leather, zippers designed for instant carnal access… then she offered to show us her tattoos. At some point while we were ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the beautifully tattooed naked bodies twining over and around her beautifully tattooed naked body, the blankets fell away. We were putty in her hands.

I was a little worried about how we were going to deal with Lonni’s dick. Twilla was very clear about her body being a cock-free zone, so once she was done playing with her breasts, Lonni didn’t have a lot to offer a full-on dyke like Twilla. No pussy, anyway. And once Twilla zeroed in on my pussy and mouth, which I was sure she would, I wouldn’t have a home available for Lonni’s cock, either.

I needn’t have worried. It was all stage-managed perfectly by the master manipulator: Twylla got me on my hands and knees with Lonni on one side and her on the other, artfully maneuvered Lonni into her favorite position behind me, then pulled the bait and switch, slipping beneath me and claiming my pussy for her mouth’s tender attentions, while pulling my head down into her own eager snatch.

Lonni was momentarily at a loss, until Twylla reached up and spread my virgin ass cheeks in front of my pretty dick-girl’s face, lubing a finger with spittle and demonstrating what an attractive erogenous zone my little puckered pink-and-brown asshole was, sliding her finger in to the knuckle and making me moan.

I gasped with shock and pleasure as Lonni’s cockhead pressed hard against the entrance to my virgin asshole. Then she slowly entered me, opening my ass for the first time. It was so good. Lonni was every girl’s dream of a first anal encounter: her cock was slender, the head streamlined, and Lonni could be very gentle. Still, I was stunned at how incredibly full I felt with Lonni’s cock up my ass, even moving ever so slowly. It was SO intensely intimate.

And then Twylla began to lash my clit with cavalier licks of her tongue, and pulled my face down until I was fully immersed, nose first, in Twylla-land. My lips and tongue again encountered Twylla’s thick clit as a penis in microcosm, my awareness narrowing and focusing until her clitoris seemed to swell in my mind, presenting a landscape to explore. For the second time, I was eating pussy with the same worshipful focus that I had sucking cock, but this time my own clit was being licked, sucked, and nibbled into ecstasy by a tongue that knew me intimately, had made me come a dozen times already. Oh. My. God.

I came convulsively, with Lonni’s cock completely filling my clenching, spasming bowels. I grunted like a beast, and assaulted Twilla’s sacred tower with my whole mouth, determined to drag her over the edge with me. She came, willingly. Lonni was sucked down into our vortex like a wood chip in a maelstrom. I felt her cock pulsing with her own orgasm as she shot my virgin ass full of her milky cum, cum that I knew by touch and taste, whose texture I knew so well I could identify it by the way it lubricated her lovely shaft inside my ass.

Some lesbian I was turning out to be—cumming for all I was worth with a cock shooting semen up my ass! Great. I hadn’t been confused enough already; now I was a cock-sucking, BUTT-fucking lesbian… The humor wasn’t lost on Twylla.

I could feel her dark chuckle vibrating through my labia, sending me into aftershocks.

Damn that woman.

 

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Chapter 7 — Mydentity Crisis
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So there I was, in the middle of a girl pile: Twilla Van Dyke underneath me, idly lapping nectar from my twat and teasing my clit—just to keep me squirming—her tart, fragrant pussy dew dribbling from the corners of my mouth (or was that my own drool? Probably both…), and my she-male girlfriend Lonni behind and on top of me, her pretty tits pressed against my back, all of us in a state of post-orgasmic bliss—and what’s going through my mind? I’m wondering if I’m really a lesbian.

I know, right?

Okay, obviously I liked girls, liked them better than the guys I’d met, but that just showed I had common sense, right? I mean, guys our age… really, apart from those delicious cocks, why bother?

But girl-oh-girl, did I ever love to suck their cocks! Last night I had sucked off a dozen of them, swallowing every load of cum, and loved every minute of it. Even though the guys were serious jerks. Plus, even though I thought of Lonni as my girlfriend, that was her cock in my ass, still so engorged—and clamped so tight by my nearly-virgin asshole—that it couldn’t slip out. And I didn’t want it to come out! I could feel her semen slowly seeping out of my ass around her slender shaft. At least, it had always seemed slender before: in my ass it felt thick, and huge. And good.

For that matter, I had climaxed while fantasizing that Twylla’s swollen clit was a cock I was worshipping. What kind of lesbian does that?

But if I wasn’t a lesbian, what was I? I mean, here I was: the filling in a three-girl sandwich, and it felt awfully nice. Well, it was sort-of deliciously nasty, to tell the truth, but that was SO nice… And while I was sucking those fat, mouth-watering cocks, and had both hands full (of cock), it had been Twilla’s female tongue and lips that brought me to climax after shattering climax. If I was heter0, what was THAT all about?

“Hey,” Twilla interrupted my thoughts, “small, dark, and thoughtful—if you’re not going to suck me off… get the fuck OFF me, girl. You must weigh a hundred pounds, not counting dickgirl and the five pounds of cum she just shot up your ass. Is that… what’s DRIPPING on me?!”

I scrambled to untangle myself and climb off her, dislodging Lonni’s cock from my ass in the process and spilling the splooge out of my asshole—right onto Twilla’s face. Oops. Not good.

Twilla was doing a slow burn. She glared at me. “Clean. That. Up.”

Lonni scrambled to get a washcloth from the bathroom, but Twilla caught her by the wrist. “Not you.” Her eyes were locked on mine. I found myself falling into them. “You,” she said. “You know what to do.”

I hesitated a moment. I actually wanted to do it, but it was so nasty…

“You’re my slave. Tonight. Starting now. As we agreed. You’re mine, slut. Now, lick it up, before it spills off.”

Feeling hypnotized, I lowered my mouth to her face and began to lick the slippery cum off her satin cheek. I trembled inside. I was licking up globs of Lonni’s clotted cum, still warm from being inside my own asshole, off my master’s face. She smiled, cruelly but affectionately, and reached up into my crotch, sliding her finger into my tingling pussy and rubbing my suddenly aroused clit with her thumb.

“You like it,” she said. “It excites you to do nasty things. But you need me to make you do them.” She twisted her finger inside me, inserting another one and hooking her finger tips inside my entrance, She tugged me toward her by the cunt, her thumb spinning whorls around my swollen clit. “You’re a dirty, dirty girl, cum slut. And tonight you’re mine. Aren’t you?”

I swallowed. “Yes,” I replied, “I’m your slut, your slave, for tonight, as I promised. And, and you’re right, I like it—licking Lonni’s cum off your face. I want to lick your face clean with my tongue. I want to lick your whole body clean.”

“Good.” Twilla released Lonni’s wrist. “Dick-girl, your cum is leaking out of my slave’s ass. Onto my hand. Take care of it.”

Lonni bristled. “I’m not your slave, dyke!”

“No,” Twilla purred, “but your slut girlfriend is. Do you want me to take my anger out on her? Really?”
Lonni went pale. “No,” she said quietly.

“Then get your tongue up her ass. You’ve done it before. Suck out your cum. And feed it to my slave.”

“That’s…”

“Your cum. Which we both know she loves to eat. Right where you put it, so enthusiastically, just a moment ago. Now suck it up, and put it in your girlfriend’s mouth. You know she wants you to.”

I shivered in perverse pleasure as Lonni’s rolled tongue penetrated my asshole and I experienced the amazing suction as she slurped at my ass. I could feel the last of her cum trickling out through my anus. Then she was beside me, her face above mine, her lips pursed.

I met her in a lover’s kiss, and sucked the cum from her tongue. It was Lonni’s cum, from her beautiful cock, and I wanted it. If it had been in my ass, it was only because she had fucked me there, cum inside me there. It was beautiful. I refused to let it be anything but beautiful. My kiss told Lonni that, without words. She smiled at me, amazement in her eyes, as I lovingly swallowed her seed, sipped from her own lips.

Twilla sighed in exasperation. “You two. So lovey-dovey. You’re spoiling everything.”

I looked at her with naked adoration in my eyes. “May I lick your feet, master?”

She huffed. “I suppose,” she said, mollified. “Actually. That would be nice.” She leaned back, closed her eyes, and began to stroke her clitoris. “Suck my toes while you’re at it. Mmm. That’s nice.”

She sighed, and dreamily slid her finger up and down the left side of her slit while I sucked on her toes, swirling my tongue around them. It felt pleasant, harmless. After a while she sighed agin, more relaxed, and spread her legs for me.

“Bring that pretty face to my cunt and clit now, slave. Suck something. Yess… Worship my pussy with your mouth and tongue, as only you can… Mmm… Get me off, quickly now, then we can go back to my place—and I can get you tarted up for the ball.”

“Bll?” I asked “Wht bll?”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, dear. Not when it’s full of me. Hum if you like. Yes, the ball: the Dom’s Ball. It’s tonight. Now hush and eat me. I’m trying to decide which leash and collar will go best with your skin and hair.”

I lost myself in pussy worship. I wasn’t lesbian or hetero, I realized, as I sucked a bead of slippery moisture from her vaginal opening and anointed her clitoris with it—except in the moment, the same way I was a slave in this moment, but wouldn’t be tomorrow. I wasn’t homosexual or heterosexual. I was just sexual. A cumslut. Dedicated to the resolution that Cum is Good.

I sucked her clitoris into my mouth as readily as I would a cock, massaging it with my tongue, seeking it’s sensitive pleasure centers, enjoying it, not hurrying, coaxing it to as powerful, intense, and prolonged an orgasm at it could tolerate.

This, I thought. This is what I do. This is who I am.

Wait a second. Leash? Collar?

Just what exactly the fuck had I gotten myself into now?

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Chapter 8 — At the Dom Ball
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I was seated across from Twylla, alone in the back of the stretch limo. She had replaced her customary neck-to-ankle tight black leather with a fancier, more revealing and sexier outfit.

She was still in black leather, and it still looked stunning with her dark red hair, lips, and nails. But she now wore a choker of diamonds on black wire around her neck, which was otherwise bare, and a low-cut sleeveless bustier. Her breasts were pushed up and out, more than half exposed, showing just a few millimeters of pink aureole.

Tattoos of darkly colorful naked women twined up from between and across her breasts, over her shoulders, down her back and most of the way down her arms. Their aquiline faces were contorted in ecstasy. Their hands terminated between the thighs of other tattooed women.

Twylla’s bare midriff was covered with a single bold tattoo, in dark rose and light pink, of open labia, a glistening clitoris, and a yawning vagina centered on her navel, with a thorn at the bottom, from which dangled a single drop of scarlet blood.

Her black leather pants featured cutaway areas that showed off her calfs, inner thighs, and a small open circle at the center of her clean-shaven mons pubis. She had a little black whip curled up and attached to her belt

She held a thin leather-and-rhinestone leash in her left hand, attached to a leather collar, decorated in spikes and diamonds, around my bare neck.

I have to admit, volunteering as Twylla Van Dyke’s unconditional sex slave for a night was arguably not my smartest decision ever. I can’t even say that it seemed like a really good idea at the time. But part of me wanted it. The truth was, I would likely do whatever she asked anyway—she had that effect on me—and this put at least some limit on it. I didn’t want to admit how turned on and wet it made me to think of letting her do whatever she wanted to with me, but I didn’t have to. She knew.

So I was wearing a collar, a black domino over my eyes, a gauzy flesh-colored thong, platinum-and-diamond clips on my nipples, and nothing else. The downy hair on my mons was gone, shaven clean, exposing my pale pink flesh around the thong, which was narrow and tight enough that it passed between my labia in front and between my ass cheeks in back.

“I look like Princess Leia in this outfit,” I grumbled.

“That was one of the few scenes in that testosterone-filled spill-ogy that I actually liked,” she replied archly.

“Don’t look so glum,” she continued. “You’re getting off easy. I almost kept you all to myself for a night in my dungeon. THAT would have been… interesting for you: to learn where pleasure and pain become one. Instead I’m just showing you off to impress a few people.”

“How few?”

She fondled my crotch with the toe of her low, soft leather boots. I didn’t want to enjoy it, but I couldn’t help myself. It was Twylla’s toe—it felt good. “Oh, a dozen or two. If we were in San Francisco or New York this would be real ball, with over a thousand Dom’s, some with whole slave harems. As it is, it’s not much more than a fancy potluck with twenty or so Doms, each with a favorite dish to share.”

“Potluck? What dish?” There was nothing in the limo except Twylla and me.

“Oh, stop fretting. Where’s your spirit of adventure, my bold little trollop? You’re my dish, of course, but I’m only signed up for appetizers and dessert. I’m just sharing a little taste of you, to make the others jealous. You won’t be anyone’s main course but mine, little pussy. All mine.” Her words made my girl parts tingle. It was warm in the limo, but I shivered anyway.

As we neared our destination, Twilla pulled on the leash to draw me near and unzipped a flap on her crotch that exposed her upper labia and clitoris. She wrapped her legs around my head.

“Make me cum, little pussy, and be quick about it. I want to make an entrance.”

I thrust my tongue between her moist folds, hooking my tongue-tip under her swollen clit. I planted my lips on her bare mons and labia and sucked her outthrust clitoris into my mouth. Her familiar tart, winey flavor greeted me like an intoxicant, and I focused on the sensation of sucking and licking Twylla’s sensitive genitals. I flicked my tongue rapidly up her clit face, launching it off her tip, repeating the motion as quickly as I could, while moving my whole mouth in slow circles, sucking her clit up and out in the same wide circles. I began to hum in pleasure.

The limo pulled up to the curb. “Not yet,” Twilla grunted. I paused. “Not you, slut, god, don’t stop now! I’m talking to the driver.”

I buried my mouth in her mons again and slathered her clit with my saliva, licking and sucking while shaking my head from side to side.

“Oh, yes! Oh you cunt. You cunt. You sweet… now. Now! Both of you!”

I attacked her clit furiously and the limo door swung open as Twylla climaxed loudly with her thighs around my head. There were bright flashes and the sound of camera shutters clicking. Twylla unwrapped her legs, zipped up the flap over her clitoris, and gracefully stepped out onto the red carpet. She tugged gently on my leash and I followed at her side, on my hands and knees.

“Good girl.” She petted my hair. “Roll over.”

I was glad I had a domino protecting my anonymity. I obediently rolled onto my back and she stroked my belly. “GOOD pussy,” she cooed. Her fingernails moved down my body, approaching my quim, and a trail of goose-flesh followed them. “So sensitive,” she approved. “Come.”

She strolled, swaying, into the ballroom as the doorman held the portal open, and I trailed on all fours like her faithful pet cum slut, trying to match the swing of my slender hips to hers.

It was dimly lit inside. At first glance it looked like any formal cocktail party—people in black standing around or mingling, drinking and picking snacks off trays. A second glance revealed that the tray bearers were naked, and festooned with additional tidbits on their bodies—women with fruit or whipped cream on their breasts and males with little sausages hanging off their cocks. Guests leaned in or bent down to nibble food and body parts. The servers were clearly aroused by the interactions. Cocks were thick and swollen, and nipples stood tall, hard and proud. There was a definite erotic buzz going through the crowd.

On closer inspection, instead of suits and little black dresses, the black-clad guests were in cut away leather with spikes and chains, and a few had human pets on leashes. This seemed to be a special status symbol, and Twylla delighted in showing me off.

At the back of the room there were buffet tables set up under red lights. Some held only traditional platters of food, but others also featured a naked man or woman spread-eagled and bound on a large lazy susan, and adorned with edibles. Twylla led me to a table that was partly set with bowls of peach halves, sliced cherries, whipped cream, and syrups. The table was labeled DESSERTS and had manacles attached for someone’s wrists and ankles—mine, I realized, with a mixture of dread and longing.

Twylla looked around. “There should be an appetizer table,” she said.

“Van Dyke! Don’t you look sumptuous?” boomed a large-breasted woman with short blonde-gray hair—really short. Like crew cut short. “And THIS is sweet,” she added, looking me up and down. “Life is short, Twill. Eat dessert first. Forget the appetizer.”

“Donna. I love what you’ve done with your hair,” Twylla replied. “Thank you, she is sweet. Would you like a taste?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” Donna gazed at my exposed labia and licked hee lips. “I’d love a little nibble.”

Twylla offered her hand to help me step up onto the low table. I laid down on it, splaying my arms and legs. My head hung off the table, and Twylla lifted it onto a little pull-out shelf just for that purpose. Then Twylla bound my limbs in place and I was helpless. She ladled peaches over my breasts and my hard nipples raised themselves above the syrup. She sprayed a mound of whipped cream under the entrance to my cunt and I felt myself dripping into it.

This thrilled Donna. She spun the lazy susan to bring my spread legs to her mouth, bent and licked up a dollop of Cindy and cream, lathered my clit with it, and licked it off. I have to admit, it felt amazingly good, if a little sticky. “Oh, she’s delicious! Such a delicate bouquet.” Donna began to root in my pussy, sucking and eating.

She was only the first. I was rotated back and forth, my naked body spinning to bring my tits or pussy to a hungry mouth, where I was casually tasted, licked, and nibbled. It was strange and exciting to have my body available to strangers, to be drizzled with syrup and have it licked off, or just to have some part of me sucked on while I lay bound and helpleaa. It was getting me hot.

But nowhere near cumming.

Until Twylla proudly introduced my mouth to Max. Max took my head in one large hand, supporting it while he slid the shelf back in, then lowered my head until it was hanging off the table. He spread a little chocolate syrup on his enormous cock, topped it with a dollop of whipped cream, and fed it slowly into my mouth, so I could eat the sweetness off, bit my bit. I’d never tasted chocolate cream dick before. It wasn’t bad.

As I licked and sucked the sticky syrup off his dick, Max’s already respectably thick member swelled and enlarged until it barely fit in my mouth. It was huge. I began to feel real heat in my loins. Max settled into place, at Twyulla’s urging, and worked that giant schlong all the way down my throat. He grunted in satisfaction, completely filling me. Then he was off, really fucking my face and throat, with deep, ponderous thrusts.

His cock pressed deep against the back of my throat, making me gag up wet strings of saliva, turning my throat into a hot, slippery passage for his staggering length and girth, and bringing tears to my eyes. I could breathe only on the out-strokes. My throat was completely full of Max when he plunged deep. I was quivering with sexual arousal. My mouth had never been fucked so thoroughly or completely. I was in full cock worship mode.

A line of women formed at my cunt, taking turns spreading my pussy with sweets and eating me out. With Max pumping his massive tool down my throat, the sensations on my clit rose to a new level, and I climaxed, a new sensation with my arms and legs tied down.

I came again as each new mouth ate me, panting around that monster dick that was reaming my throat. Everyone wanted to taste my orgasms. I was shuddering with climax after climax. I was close to blacking out when Max thrust home with a ram, his balls on my nose, and shot his massive load, shooting thick ropes of cum deep down my throat. I gurgled, unable to scream, as semen filled my throat, my mouth, and began to dribble out my nose. Someone was eating my pussy and I convulsed in an cataclysmic orgasm, straining against the ties on my wrists and ankles. I passed out for a timeless moment.

Twylla was supporting my head. I was coughing up a foamy mixture of throat slime and Max cum. Hands were unbinding my limbs. “She’s fabulous,” someone said quietly. There was a general murmur of agreement. “I hope I didn’t overdo her,” rumbled Max apologetically.

“I’m sure she loved it,” Twylla snapped, helping me up.

I belched involuntarily, then began to wipe the snot and cum off my face and suck it into my mouth. “I did,” I said, smiling gamely and swallowing. “Thank you, Max,” I nodded to the cluster of dykes at my feet, “ladies. That was spectacular.”

There was a sustained burst of applause, which made me feel really good for some reason. Twylla bent her lips to my ear. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispered. “Now I’m going to take you home and fuck you properly.”

And she did. She held my hand on the limo ride back, stroking my forehead, then laid me tenderly on her big, round bed, lowered her pussy onto my face, sucked my clit into her warm, welcoming mouth, and worked a large vibrator as far into my cunt as it would go. Then she turned the vibrator on. Oh my god. We sucked and licked each other in a passionate frenzy, and she worked a finger in and out of my ass. I was buzzing in my ass, my cunt, my clit, and my mouth, all at once. I bucked and came, again and again. And then I did pass out, into a deep dreamless sleep.

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Chapter 9 — Sweet Sorrow
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I woke to sunlight streaming in through opened curtains, the furry feeling of too much pussy on my tongue, my throat sore from Max’s gargantuan organ being stuffed down it, and the inviting smell of dark roast coffee. It was Sunday morning. What a weekend! Twylla, Delta Pi, Lonni, Lonni and Twylla together, then the Dom Ball… I felt like a cum sponge. It felt pretty good, actually. I was a popular gal.

Twylla brought in a tray with coffee, cream, toast, and orange slices. My mouth watered. Twylla was wearing a silk dressing gown. She set the tray down on the bed and twitched her gown partly open to reveal a pert breast crowned with a pink nipple. “Kiss mama good morning. It’s from her generous teats that all good things flow.”

I sucked the delicate nipple, bit it softly with my teeth. “Ahhh,” she sighed. “You do know how to treat a girl, girl. But eat your breakfast, while it’s hot. I can wait.” She grinned. “I’m always hot.

“You sure are,” I agreed, trying to consume coffee, toast, and oranges all at once.

“Don’t go all country girl on me. I detest simplicity. Eat up, we have a lot to do after breakfast.”

It felt as if a switch had been turned off in my head just then. I paused to swallow a bite of toast. “No,” I said.

“No? What…”

“I love you, Twylla,” I said. “You know that. But bondage, slavery… they’re not for me. I was willing to give it a try. More than willing, for you. But…” I shrugged.

“My, how much you’ve grown, over the weekend,” she said scathingly.

“I have learned a lot,” I replied simply.

She turned serious. “I hate it, but you’re probably right,” she admitted. “I would have gotten bored with you soon anyway, especially that sincere gaze of devoted adoration.” She shuddered theatrically. “Then I would have hurt you.“ She looked uncharacteristically introspective.

“And I don’t want to hurt you,” she murmured. “To give you equal parts pain, pleasure, and humiliation, yes, but… But then, you don’t humiliate worth a damn, do you? You get embarrassed. You blush. Then you lick the cum off my boots with a smile and that little-girl pride, damn you—untarnished.”

She looked me in the eyes. I did adore her. But I was nobody’s slave. She grimaced. “Finish your coffee and go, damn it. Get the fuck out.” She walked to the door quickly. “I’ll call you a cab. Be dressed when it gets here.”

“Twylla…”

“Shut it. Shut that delicious hole and get out. We’re done.” And she walked out the bedroom door, closing it carefully behind her.

My dorm room was empty when I got back. There was a long note from Lonni and a letter from my parents. I started with the note from Lonni.

Have you ever suddenly realized how totally self-centered you’ve been, and wondered how anyone has put up with you? It sure came home to me that day. I’d been so concerned about my sexual identity—was I a lesbian, was I hetero, was I a submissive—and I’d taken Lonni’s pretty girlish tits and slim, rigid cock for granted, a pass that let me have both a girlfriend to cuddle with and a dick to suck, without having to decide. Never thinking about what Lonni might want.

Lonni wanted to feel like a woman. That’s why she was a she-male. That’s why she shaved her legs, wore makeup, dressed in lace. Why she had worked so hard to have soft girlish tits—hormones and probably a little enhancing surgery she didn’t talk about. It was why she had left home, left everyone who knew her as Leonard behind. To become a woman. Yesterday morning she had fucked me up the ass as part of an all-girl three-way. It had left her feeling like a weird cross between a guy and a lesbian, not like a traditional woman at all. And that’s what she longed to be.

Her note said she’d met someone the night before—a man, who had fucked her and made her feel like a woman. He’d fucked her in the ass as well as the mouth. Cum in both, sucked her tits, and never said a word about her cock. And then when she fucked my ass, something clicked. She’d tried to tell me, but somehow there’d never been a chance. She was serious about him. She thought maybe it was the real deal. She’d told him about me, and he was willing to try a relationship with the two of us, if I was willing too.

I thought about it. Who was this guy? Whoever he was, he liked Lonni, and made her feel special. And I could try sharing Lonni with him, not just lose her. And he was a man. Therefore he had a dick.

I liked dicks.

What the hell, I thought. I’d been with Lonni and another woman, why not Lonni and another man?

A man, I corrected myself. Lonni was a woman now. Like me. If I was doing this, it would be as a second girl to sweeten her man’s bed. Hmm.

Yeah, I decided. I was okay with that. I’d try it anyway. What kind of cum slut would I be if I didn’t? There was an address at the bottom of the note. It would take me an hour, but I could walk it. Maybe the air would clear my head. I texted Lonni to say I was on my way.

I stopped for lunch on the way, and Lonni was cleaning up from hers and Jeff’s when I arrived, so the timing was good. Jeff introduced himself and we shook hands. He was callused, had the hands of a working man. He wore a western shirt, jeans, worn cowboy boots, and had a little stubble on his cheeks and chin. Man, oh M-A-N. He put his arm around Lonni, and she leaned into him

“I reckon I love this gal.” he said without preamble. ”She’s a good woman. God only provided her with two holes, instead of the usual three, but I can’t hold that against her. I can only use one at a time anyway. Besides, her ass is sweet as butter, and a nicer mouth never took my seed with a smile.

“Still, a man likes a little variety. Lonni says you two are… close friends and you might provide a man with some genuine pussy, should you feel so inclined, in return for a couple’s companionship. That about right?”

It was unvarnished, maybe even crude, but it did sum things up. So. Sunday afternoon with friends. What to do?

Jeff gestured with an open hand toward the bedroom door. “Ladies? After you.”

Lonni and I perched side by side on the edge of the bed. Jeff sat in an easy chair facing us and took his boots off. “Don’t be shy. You two know each other pretty good, I hear. Go ahead and get cozy. Say, darlin’, why don’t you show me what your friend brought us?”

Lonni smiled a little nervously and began to unbutton my blouse. It felt weird to have Lonni undressing me while Jeff watched, but it was also sort of a turn-on. I had been invited over to fuck, after all. Might as well get to it.

I undid Lonni while she undid me, and in a few moments our pretty tits were swaying in the cool air. Lonni caressed my breast and gently pinched my nipple erect. I gasped a little. It felt so good. I felt a stirring in my cunt. I cupped her breast and returned the favor, but her nipples were already hard. This was definitely turning Lonni on.

“Mmm. I sure like the way that looks. Darlin’, whyn’t you lay on your back like? Yeah. An’ you, miss Cindy, on top, but both of you sorta facing me, so I can enjoy the sights? Oh, yes, would you rub those pretty little titties on each other? That is so nice…”

Our tits brushed together, and it was nice. More than nice. Erotic. Her nipples rubbed against mine and we both shivered.

Jeff pulled his long, meaty cock from his jeans. Thick blue veins stood out against the pink shaft. The head of his prick was dark red, shading toward purple. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. My mouth was watering, and I sucked Lonni’s nipple into my mouth, a little harder than I meant to. She moaned a little. Her eyes were fixed on Jeff’s gradually lengthening dick just like mine were.

Jeff began to stroke his cock leisurely, until it was thick and hard and standing tall. “Do you like to suck cock, Cindy? I know Lonni does.”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I do.” I husked. I wanted that cock in my mouth so bad.

“Why don’t you two come on over here and taste the head of it then? I reckon there’s enough to share.”

Lonni’s eyes met mine and sparkled. We practically dove for it. I let Lonni go first. She took that big red cock head into her mouth and sucked. Her cheeks puckered in and she got a look of absolute bliss on her face. Then she swirled her tongue around the rim, wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, popped it loudly out of her mouth, and aimed it at me. “Want some?” She asked teasingly.

I was too hungry to taste that big cock to even answer. I bent my head over it, opened wide, and lowered my mouth, inch by aching inch, until the head and half of the shaft was inside me. Then I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it the rest of the way down, not stopping until his thick rod was stuffing my throat too full to even breathe. I pushed further, gagging a little, until my lips were pressed against Lonni’s hand and the tip of my tongue touched his balls. It felt so good, so hot, so hard beneath the velvet surface. His musky taste was overwhelming, and something inside of me craved it.

Swinging my head in a slow circle, I gradually corkscrewed his long, turgid cock all the way back out of me, swirling my tongue around and around it. I gasped for breath as his tip swung free from my lips and swayed, trailing a thick string of deepthroat drool.

“Sweet Jesus,” he exclaimed. “You two are the sweetest cocksuckers I ever seen, bar none. Damn, girls, do that again!”

He put one big callused hand behind my head and the other behind Lonni’s, and alternately pulled our mouths down onto his monster cock, one after the other, sighing and groaning and thrusting his hips to feel it driving down our throats.

We just kept on mouth fucking him, harder and faster, Lonni focusing on tongue swirling his sensitive head, while I concentrated on deepthroating him and squeezing his balls. He began to swell in our mouths, getting even harder, his head was deep purple now.

“What do want, girls? You want me to cum or fuck you some first? I’m fuckin’ close!”

He began to ooze oily, strong-tasting precum. It mixed with my saliva and my throat became so slippery that his cock was gliding from tip to base effortlessly.

“Cmm!” I mumbled around his thrusting shaft.

“Cum, baby” enthused Lonni. “Shoot that big hot load down Cindy’s throat. Cum in her mouth!”

“Mm. Mmm-hmm. Cm n my mff!”

“Oh, Jesus! I’m gonna cummm. Oh! Ohh! Yesss!”

His balls tightened and his long rod pulsed, creamy wads of hot semen spurting from his swollen purple cock head into the back of my throat. I pulled back, and his cock continued to pulse and throb, gushing cum onto my tongue, filling my mouth. His cock sprung out of my mouth, fountaining smaller jets of semen onto our faces.

Lonni dove onto it, sucking the still engorged head into her own mouth, slurping on it, coaxing more of the milky fluid from his testicles. His still erect manhood continued to pulse, more slowly, as the last of his cum seeped out into Lonni’s welcoming mouth.

Jeff stared at us, dumbstruck at the sight of our pretty faces, side by side, splattered with his cum, his cock still in Lonni’s mouth, his sperm dripping out of mine. I knew what he hoped would come next. I wanted it too. So did Lonni.

Our lips met around his large, softening cock, cum spilling from mouth to mouth as we sucked it from each other’s tongues, licked it from each other’s cheeks and chins, slurped it off the shaft of his dick, swallowing loads of thick, warm jism. We passed the last mouthful back and forth, feeling Jeff’s penis stiffening again as he watched.

I sucked the last few drops from Lonni’s mouth and swallowed contentedly. God, this was fun! And Lonni and I hadn’t even cum yet.

“Damn, girls! You know how to please a man. You’re one hell of a woman, Lonni, to bring your man a fine girl like this.” He stroked Lonni’s cheek gently with the back of his hand. Lonni glowed. She was really buying what Jeff was selling.

“I plan to give you both a good fucking, in every hole you want. I’m good for another shot tonight, I reckon. Take me just a few minutes to get hard again, I can already feel that ole viagra workin’, though.

“Tell you what, you girls do what you do while I stroke old Willie here hard again. Your pardon, miss Cindy, but I ain’t much at eating pussy, much as I like to fuck it. That’s more Lonni’s department. So if you need that, I’m sure Lonni will oblige you, wontcha darlin?

“Ahem. I’m afraid I don’t have much to do with Lonni’s… other parts, either, so if you want to, I don’t mind a bit. My job is to fill Lonni’s mouth and her sweet ass, pet her tits and make her feel like a woman should. Her woman parts are good enough for me, but that’s all the further I’m prepared to go.

“Lonni, darlin, whyn’t you get this nice girl’s pussy all wet and ready for your man to plow?”

As much as I enjoyed this guy’s dick, I was tempted to tell him to go fuck himself. He wasn’t good enough for me, let alone for Lonni. She deserved better. But I couldn’t give her what she needed, and she seemed to think he could. She gave me a pleading look. Well, fuck, I couldn’t give Lonni the cock she wanted inside her, but I guess I could loan her my pussy if she asked, and… she was asking.

I shrugged out of my jeans and panties, spread my labia for Jeff’s viewing pleasure, and invited Lonni to climb aboard. I didn’t think much of Jeff, but I liked knowing a dick was getting stiff looking at me. I like being desired, and I had just discovered that I liked showing off. Who knew?

Lonni’s sweet girlish body mounted mine for the hundredth, and possibly last time. I would fuck Jeff, for Lonni’s sake, but I didn’t see myself playing house with them for more than a night. But Lonni’s tongue was sweet, and skilled, and knew my girl parts better than anyone. She made me wet, then made me squirm, and finally, thrusting her slender she-male cock down my throat, and her finger up my ass, she brought me off with the tip of her tongue. I shuddered, cried out, and came.

The patter of rain began on the roof as a storm suddenly broke. I felt sure that Lonni and I had made it rain. The windows brightened, the lamps dimmed, there was thunder. It felt like the essence of sharing an orgasm with Lonni. We were sharing mine now. I still longed to share hers.

But not yet. Jeff was telling Lonni to make his cock wet with her mouth, to make it hard, so he could plow him some Cindy pussy.

Lonni had done her job on me. I was wet, post orgasmic, and yearning to be fucked. I wanted Lonni’s slim, girlish cock, but instead I got Jeff’s monster cock head rubbing itself on the entrance of my tight, girlish slit, and, god help me, I wanted that giant cock to fuck me, to plow me, to make every sad thing go away and leave me helpless and consumed.

My fingers flew in familiar patterns over my clit as this strange, huge cock stretched my cunt in new and interesting ways. God, how he fucked me. Deep, wide, and long. He drove that massive prod into my delicate quím, and my cunt stretched elastically, squeezing his head and shaft, my hips meeting his, thrust for thrust, my hundred pounds of lithe girl flesh wrapping his two hundred pounds of hard, working-man muscle like paper wrapping rock. I took all the cock he could give me, and wanted more.

I felt him tremble, felt his cock get slippery inside me with his precum, sensed Lonni’s sudden concern, realized she would be hurt if he came in my vagina when she didn’t have one to give him, and twisted my hip to avert his next thrust. His ponderous meat torpedo ran up my slit with all his weight behind it, knocking my fingers aside, sliding over my clit, along my pubic arch, and into Lonni’s waiting mouth, making a diving catch like a seabird or a shortstop and snatching the prize.

I thought it might end there, with that big cock safe at home in Lonni’s mouth, but guess I’d mixed a few too many metaphors, because it didn’t explode on Lonni’s tongue or down her throat. It bobbed there, frustrated. “I’ve had mouth,” Jeff complained. “I need ass to finish. I need to plow until I come.”

I slid out from under Lonni. “Sorry, big guy. You win. Too much for me. I’m fucked out. Sorry,” I said again.

“Lonni?” He pleaded. “Daddy needs to plow.”

Lonni turned, offering her pretty ass. “Come to Lonni, daddy. Plow my ass. Split me open. Cum all up in me. Give it to me.”

Jeff didn’t bother getting Lonni wet. He spat on his palm, rubbed it on his cock head, and slammed that massive prick up little Lonni’s ass. It had to hurt to have that swollen dick head jam open her anal sphincter like that, again and again, pounding her ass like a pile driver. I remembered how full my ass was with Lonni ‘s gracile cock inside it, barely moving. This behemoth was reaming her forcefully.

But Lonni wanted to satisfy her man, to be his woman in every way. She grunted as he filled her and stretched her painfully, but thrust back against him, meeting his every stroke. “Fuck me, daddy! Harder! Fuck my ass! Plow me!” She cried. “Fuck my sweet woman’s ass! Pound me! Cum, daddy. Cum up my tight little asshole.”

Jeff groaned, sweating, and began fucking Lonni’s ass furiously, faster and faster, desperate to make himself cum, to release himself from his viagra-induced boner, needing to plow Lonni.

Amazingly, I saw Lonni’s own cock stiffen as Jeff’s huge member slammed her up the ass. I waited for Jeff to reach around and milk Lonni’s cock the way Lonni’s ass muscles were milking his. But he didn’t.

He wouldn’t, I realized.

This was a job for Cindy-Girl, cum slut of the downtrodden!

One thing I knew how to do. If Lonni was in for a prolonged, painful, butt-fucking, and determined to go through with it, I was going to give her the best blowjob of her life.

It’s what friends do. I think.

Anyway, it’s what a cum-slut does. And that’s me.

I squatted under Lonni and rooted for her cock with my mouth. I found it and started sucking. It was so fucking good to feel her familiar cock sliding down my loving throat. I felt Lonni start to relax and let go. I didn’t have do much, really. Every pounding thrust into her ass drove her deeper into my mouth. Every time that cockhead pulled out of her ass, it milked Lonni’s prostate, driving her closer to orgasm.

I loved Lonni and sucked her cock with all the passion in me, fingering myself to cum with her inside me. Jeff kept fucking Lonni’s ass with a vengeance. I kept sucking to offer her solace. I lost myself in the rhythm of Jeff fucking Lonni’s ass, Lonni’s cock being pounded into my mouth, and my busy fingers trying to make it all come out right.

At long last Jeff cried out to Jesus and pumped his load of hot cum up Lonni’s ass. Every pulse of Jeff’s cock was mirrored with a contraction of Lonni’s sphincter tightening around it–and by a pulse of Lonni’s own cock, shooting her cum in my mouth–and by a shockwave running through my clit, as the three of us came together in a blind, frenzied, shattering wave.

We lay in a tangle. I listened to the rain. The rain Lonni had given me.

“Say, miss Cindy, would you like to suck my cum out of my woman’s ass and feed it to her?”

I pulled my pants on and looked around for my shoes. “No thanks, Jeff. I’ve got to get back to the dorm. I’m expecting a message from my parents.” I kissed Lonni on the forehead. “I love you. Be happy.”

“I will. You too.”

“Hey, you know me.”

“I do.” And she kissed me on the lips, in front of god and everybody.

It was an hour’s walk home in the rain, but I don’t remember being cold. I don’t remember anything. Except Lonni’s farewell kiss.

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Chapter 10—Reunion

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The letter from my folks was long, full of explanations and apologies to their little girl, but the upshot was simple: the money had run out, and I didn’t qualify for financial aid. Well, fuck.

My grades were good enough to apply for a scholarship, next year. If I wanted to finish this year, I needed a scary-big loan or a job with short hours and high pay. Yeah. Plenty of those, right?

None came to mind. I looked on line for student loans. No more available this semester.

It was March 3rd. My rent was paid until the end of the month, Spring Break started next week. It looked like I’d either be working through spring break, or spend the break looking for work. Either way, no party for Cindy. It was Sunday night, I was fucked out, but sad. The rain stopped and my dorm room seemed very quiet and empty with no room mate.

Monday after class I was at loose ends. I didn’t want to go back to my empty dorm room. Lonni was gone–my she-male room mate and former lover had resolved to stop fucking women and become one. I enjoyed fucking other women, myself, but I did love to suck on Lonni’s cock, and I could see how it made things confusing for her. But I would miss Lonni. I wouldn’t mind a cock to suck, either, come to that, but there was none waiting in my room.

A room that wouldn’t be mine much longer, if I couldn’t figure something out.

I took a bus into the center of town, with a vague idea of checking out what kind of weekend jobs might be available, since my Internet searches hadn’t turned up anything promising. Last night’s rain had scrubbed the air, and it was a beautiful spring day to be pounding the downtown sidewalks.

The downtown area was pretty worn out, and it got progressively more run-down as I neared the old railroad line that had been the city’s life’s blood a hundred years ago, but was just a pair of long, parallel rust stains now.

But the more run-down it got, the more likely the shops were to put up a sign in the window instead of a listing on the Internet. The local donut shop needed weekend counter help. It would pay about enough per week to buy a bag of donuts. Great.

About then I realized that businesses reduced to putting a sign in the window for help probably couldn’t afford to pay weekend workers enough to cover my rent. After that I wandered aimlessly for a while, trying to come up with alternative ideas. I just walked, my mind wandereing.

After a while I realized the sun was getting low and I wasn’t anywhere a girl wanted to be, alone, after dark. I headed back, and was almost out of the squalid zone as the sun was going down and the cheap neon signs began to light up.

And like an old friend, there was the same cheap neon logo of my dear old gloryhole smut shop back home, blinking me welcome.

I walked in, feeling that sense of nostalgia that 18 year olds get for things that happened six months ago. The avalanche of porn and gaudy sex toys no longer intimidated me. Neither did the patrons; I had held the quivering dicks of men like this in my hands, heard them moan while I brought them to orgasm, completely under my control. This was Queen Cindy’s realm. I still ruled.

There were no private booths, no cum smells, no glory holes. Still, I felt jauntier, more buoyant than I had when I walked in. On my way back out, I nearly ran into a nice looking guy on his way in. He wasn’t furtive like the others. He was well dressed and self assured, as if he owned the place. It was like we were both visiting royalty. He looked me up and down, seeming to notice my bearing, in addition to taking in the usual sights (Yes, those are my titties, and yes, that’s my ass. Thanks for inquiring).

He was an older guy, late 30s or early 40s. He looked vaguely Mediterranean, kind of like Danny Thomas in those old black-and-white YouTube videos.

“Do I know you?” He asked, like it was a real question.

“Nope. I’m not from here.”

He studied me, then named my home town.

“Okay, yeah. You must have seen me someplace.”

“Downtown. In what they call the gaslight neighborhood now.”

“Guilty. My old stomping grounds. Some coincidence, huh? What brings you out here?”

He shook his head. “Don’t believe in coincidence. I own this place. Own the whole chain. Used to own one there. Closed now, though. What brings you here? You don’t seem the type, if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Here in this town? I started at the U last fall. Here, here? Looking for weekend work.”

“That right? You eighteen?”

I showed him my student body ID.

“Come into my office?”

“Mmm. Getting late. Don’t really want to be walking around here after dark. Tomorrow?”

“I’m not here tomorrow. Look, it’s dark already. Let me give you a ride back to the U. It’s on my way.”

“Will I be safer in your car than out there? No offense.”

He laughed. “Much safer. I’m civilized. I may ask, but I do take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“Yeah, okay. Truthfully? I might not say ‘no’. I just don’t want to be raped.”

“Wouldn’t do that. Wouldn’t let that happen.”

I nodded. “Okay then. Let’s ride.”

“Uno momento. Louis, any problems? Anything I should know?”

“Bathroom faucet’s dripping. Sales are down 2% month over month.”

“Inventory?”

“Got all we need.”

“Okay. Call the plumber we use, not some dildo. Tell him replace all the washers. I don’t wanna have him back in a month. Ciao, Louis. See you in two weeks, maybe sooner.”

“Will do. ‘Night sir, miss.” We walked out together. And just like that, my life took a new course, carrying me closer to the cum slut that I am today.

His midnight blue SUV reminded me of Twilla’s. Clean, expensive, fairly new. He drove towards the U by way of the hill above town. There were a few isolated one-car pullouts with nice views. He chose one. “You mind? I’d like to talk.”

My heart was beating faster than normal. I was sure he wanted more than talk. But so did I. He was older, but not dorky or creepy: more sleek, a little sharklike. I liked the way he smelled. It reminded me of something. Something good. I wanted to suck his cock. “You really wanna talk?”

He gave a low rumbling chuckle, one I’d swear I heard somewhere before. “It’s what civilized people do, first. But no, I don’t just want to talk. Would you be willing to fellate me for, say, fifty dollars? ‘No’ is a perfectly acceptable answer.”

“I’d enjoy sucking you off,” I said honestly, “but fifty dollars wouldn’t really change my situation, and it would lower my self esteem, a little. So no.”

“You’d enjoy it? That would be worth a hundred to me.”

“That’s a nice round number, but it’s the same problem. Look, let’s just keep money out of it, ok?. You’re getting a nice bulge in your pants there. How about if I set it free? I’d like to pet it.” His bulge grew. “I’d like to taste it.” It twitched, and swelled a little more. This was fun. “I’d like to suck your cum from the tip of it,” it jumped, swelling visibly.

He spread his hands in a ‘help yourself’ gesture. His manner was casual, but he was breathing harder.

I unzipped him. His prick was straining against his underwear. I pulled them down and a long cock sprang out—clean and handsome, seven or eight inches of it, light olive colored, with a noticeable bend to the left. “It’s you!” I cried. I had my first glory hole orgasm with this cock in my mouth. And my last.

I closed my eyes and lowered my face all the way down that long, beautiful prick. I let it lodge in the back of my throat and gave it a swallow, then closed my lips around the shaft and pulled back, letting the suction build until it popped out of my mouth audibly. “Mmm.”

I liked that, so I did it again.

He gave a low groan. “Oh my god, it’s you! The mouth in the glory hole! That was the best blowjob of my life!”

I grinned. “This one’s gonna be better. Do you mind if I masturbate? I’d like to cum when you do.”

“This just keeps getting better. Please, touch yourself, by all means. Cum with me.”

I sucked his dick back into my throat, unzipped myself, and held my fingertips to his lips so he could wet them—my mouth was already busy. He sucked them sensually, leaving a generous dollop of saliva. I used his spit as lubricant on my clit, dipping into my honey pot for a little nectar to make it slipperier. As soon as my fingers touched my clit I went into heat.

My mouth was having a warm reunion with his long, handsome cock. I pursed my lips, so he could feel his head pushing in through them, deepthroated him, swallowed to grasp him with my throat muscles, then sealed my lips around him so the suction built and built as I pulled back off his dick. I made a ring of my fingers and thumb and held them to my lips, so the rim of his cock head pulled out through something really, rally tight on the way out. Then I rubbed my hand around his head a few times to vary the sensations and spread my slippery deepthroat saliva, and did it all over again. And again. And again. I was in a rhythm, in the Zone. I was sucking this cock perfectly. It felt so sensitive, so warm, so hard, and so good to hold in my hand, to taste in my mouth, to fill my throat with. This was cocksucking at its finest.

The sensation of his manhood sliding in and out of my mouth, combined with the stimulation of my slippery fingers on the shaft of my own clit, were quickly bringing me close to climax. I began whisking my clit lightly, thrilled and wanting to stay there, on the edge, letting it build, holding back my orgasm to join it with his.

He reached down between my legs and slipped a thick, probing finger gently into my tight, wet little cunt. He reamed my entrance with his finger, teasing me, getting me hotter, closer.

“I’ve thought about your mouth,” he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot in my ear as I bobbed on his shaft. “I’ve fantasized about it, gotten hard remembering it. I’ve cum in my hand, thinking about you. More than once. You suck so good. So good.”

I used my hand gripped around his base to shake his cock back and forth across my tongue as fast as I could, while bobbing my mouth on his cockhead. I was going to cum, now, and I needed to feel his cum spurting into my mouth when I did..

“Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmmm. Cmm. Cmm!” I called, my mouth full of his cock. I tasted his precum.

I came unglued, unable to hold back another second. I screamed with my mouth closed tight around the shaft of his cock, sucking, cumming, wordlessly begging him to shoot, to let me taste him. He stroked his palm softly on my face. “Yes. Oh, yes,” he sighed deeply. I looked up. We made eye contact.

And at that moment, he filled my mouth with sperm. Fresh, warm, thick, salty, bitter, musky spunk, like ripe Brie, with salty caviar and roast garlic. Even better than I remembered. His finger flexed inside me, in time with my own contractions, Extending my climax, milking it, as my mouth milked his. Our eyes never left each other’s.

We were quiet for a long time.

“Fuck,man,” I said finally, “how much did you say I owe you?”

He laughed, deep, loud and long. “I’m in town once, maybe twice a month, mostly on Saturdays. Today’s an exception. Can I see you?”

I blew out a little air, making cum bubbles, then swallowed the last of him. “I don’t know where I’ll be.”

“Aren’t you staying in school?”

I shrugged. “I’d really like to, but I haven’t got dorm rent anymore. Tuition’s paid for the year, and I have books for the semester, but I need to come up with rent and pocket money. Unless I can find a job that I can do while I’m in school, I’ll have to drop out and look for work.”

“How much do you need to get through the semester?”

I’d done the math already, a hundred times. I told him.

“Listen, I’m in the adult entertainment business. I throw small parties in town, once or twice a month. I need a new hostess. You’d greet people, take their coats, introduce them around, then just be yourself. Do what you feel. It would probably lead to sex, at some point, but no one would pay you for sex, quid pro quo. No one would own you. Guys would hit on you, but as long as you were polite, you’d be free to say ‘no’. And you’d be protected.

“It would pay well, more than enough to keep you in school.

“You wouldn’t owe me sex, either, but I’d very much like to see you. I’d very much like to fuck you, in fact, but I’d want it to be like this: because you want to. Money’s great, but it spoils things sometimes. This, this is too good to spoil, for the kind of money we’re talking about.”

“I’d like to see you, too, I think. So call me when you’re in town, ok? If my rent’s paid, I’ll be in school, so I’ll be around. I’ll come to one of your parties and see how I feel about it. No promises beyond that. Does that work for you?”

“What’s your name?” He asked,

“Cindy. You?”

“John.”

“Nice to meet you, John. ”

“My pleasure. Please consider your remaining dorm fees for the semester a gift. Can I drive you home?”

“You’ll have to drop me off. Only students and parents in the dorms after dark.”

“I understand.”

“Did you really remember me—cum, thinking about me?”

“About fucking your mouth. How could I forget? Next time I masturbate, I’ll probably be thinking about you, about this.”

“You’ll get hard and cum thinking about me?”

“More than once, I promise.”

“Um, it’s early still. If I can get you hard, will you cum in my mouth again? I really liked it.”

“Oh, god yes. Please.”

“You said the magic word,” I said approvingly. I felt his cock stirring in my hand. I slurped it into my mouth and suckled on it. This would probably take a while, given his age and all. Which was good. This was exactly how I wanted to spend my evening.

If I worked at it, I’d probably get another mouthful of cum. Yum.

I am such a slut.

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