Spring Break Fling: Fun In The Sun ♕

Springtime is just around the corner, and who doesn’t want a little Spring Break Fun?

This means all those hot boys will be on college break, just in time for my annual spring break fling. I love thinking of all those sweaty young men out on the hunt for some good pussy. Tight pussy, like mine. If you ask me, it’s like being in a candy store. If it were up to me, I’d line them all up and pop their lollipops in my mouth one after the other so that I could get a taste. Until the taste of all of them combined, and I couldn’t tell the difference, not for their pleasure, but for mine. A girl has to be selective when she chooses her spring break fling.
Eeny, meany, miny, moe…

I finally picked one guy out at a bar as my spring break fling. He was a jock and maybe even a little hotter than my redhead lover. Muscles. Cute with short hair. After our second drink, he got the hint that I was hungry for man meat and invited me to the party he was going to. I said yes, and off we went. But when we got there? I had no idea that the naughty fantasies I’d indulged in with Mr. College Break here would translate into me being a fraternity slut.

But that’s precisely what happened, as not long after we got there, I was in a slut competition with 19-year-old biology major Stacy. The two of us were fully clothed, surrounded by frat boys. A big hunky one saying to the crowd of probably 100, “Whoever swallows the most loads in ten minutes gets the satisfaction of being fucked!.” I liked those odds.

Ready. Set. Go. Spring Break Fling is fully engaged!

Out, the first cock flopped, and I went for it. Cock number two was in my face within seconds, and I went back and forth for a bit between them. When you blow a bunch of guys at once, and it could even be just two guys at the same time, you have the challenge of not favoring one guy too much over the other. But let’s be honest. Some cocks feel better in your mouth, and you can’t help but like them better. Going back and forth between these two, my mouth generated enough spit to lube them both up just right so they could unload in my mouth simultaneously. A bell rings! Two bells! My spring break fling was turning out to be quite the party, and poor Stacy was still on cock number one.

Stacy looked about to gag after the first load from our slutty Spring Break Fling.

Four loads in this ho proved not only could I still hang with these college bros, but I was also straight topping them. God knows I could milk their cocks with quadruple times the stamina of their less experienced co-eds (get to it, girls). But even with balls on my chin and hard dick down my throat, I still couldn’t believe my spring break fling had transformed within the space of fifteen minutes into an all-out blowbang. Three swallows later, and I’d beaten Stacy 7 to 2.

Where was my prize? My spring break fling? “You!” I pointed to the guy I picked out at the bar, who hadn’t been in the competition. He came over, I undid his pants before an applauding crowd, and he fucked me right then and there as his gang of frat boys cheered us on.