There was pussy, pussy everywhere, but not a cock to fuck.
Not that I was complaining, encircled as I was by so many lusty young nymphs entangled together around me on the large, luxurious bed, writhing in a fleshy heap of shameless female fucking. Everywhere I looked were healthy bouncing boobies and firm willowy waists, pierced belly buttons glimmering with diamonds and gold...hands caressing curvaceous, slender hips, sturdy round buttocks, lithesome legs, some lifted in the air...
And the pussy...soooo many varieties of luscious lickable pussy all within reach of my hand or, with a little effort, tongue. Shaved ones, pierced ones, slim trimmed ones, plump bushy ones, some with a flaxen coiffure, some thick with dark alluring curls...
What possible need would a girl have for a clumsy cock prodding around this garden of delicate blossoms and delectable fruit like some vulgar snuffling pig?
How I ended up in this sultry situation is a bit hazy...it was the last night in Cancun for me and my sorority sisters so we went to Dady'O's once more for another night of good, clean spring break debauchery among the partying sons and daughters of the decadent American Empire. Although my sisters and I held hands and snaked our way through the throng so none of us would get lost, my very best friend Jennifer and I got separated from the others.
What happened was, this drunken slut wearing a bikini top that barely covered her large swaying tits fell through Jen's grasp of Kristin's hand as some shirtless guy gripped her hips and pounded her ass in a simulated buttfuck (well, I think it was simulated, anyway...she was wearing this skimpy little denim skirt, after all).
They collapsed on the filthy club dance floor where I can only imagine the guy continued to hump the slut's rear until he either came in his shorts or on her colon. Jen and I helplessly watched our friends disappear into the thick white cloud billowing onto the chaotic floor from a fog machine.
While wandering lost among the male and female bodies gyrating to the throbbing primal beat, we somehow got mixed up with this group of seven or eight really gorgeous, ultra-rich college chicks who were partying hearty on their corporate daddies' credit cards. I'm not sure exactly how we ended up riding with these wild party girls through the bright, warm Mexican streets in the back of an enormous hummer limo, but that's where Jen and I found ourselves.
All of us were huddled together snorting lines of totally high-grade coke fresh from Columbia. The white crystals were chopped into thick lines on an autographed photo of George Bush for some strange reason (one of the girls' fathers went to Harvard with him or something). Personally, I can't stand that asshole (much to my conservative parents chagrin), but there was a kind of twisted ironic political statement in using his image that way, I guess.
To wash down the tingling magic nose powder, we gulped chilled Dom Perignon directly from the bottle like swallowing an endless flow of intoxicating come spurting from hard green cocks that never went soft. In fact, one of the girls used a bottle on herself in just that manner as we rumbled through the steamy night, her glittery party skirt hiked up her thighs and panties rumpled around her ankle, her lovely face flushed crimson by the coke and naughty excitement of her brash exhibitionism.
She slouched on the seat, her mouth dropped open, fingering her fully exposed pussy with one hand and pumping the bottle neck piston-like into her lush pliable lips with the other. She really put on quite a show for us and you could tell she was totally aroused by all us watching and cheering her on as she fucked herself into a juicy climax. I'm not a lezzie (really, I'm not...I have a boyfriend and everything) but her erotic display really, really turned me on...However, her performance was merely an aperitif to the sensual banquet we'd all indulge in later.
Before the main course, we stopped at another club, very swanky and exclusive, overlooking the dark ocean. A group of horny business me—looking kind of dorky in Polo shirts and shorts—plied us with drinks (pink pussies, not surprisingly, was the favorite drink). One of the men—a guy older than my dad who was wearing too much cologne and had stinky nicotine breath—kept rubbing my thigh under the table and bragging about how much money he had...I don't know, but any guy who has to brag to me about how big his bank account is must be trying to compensate for deficiencies elsewhere, if you know what mean.
Inching his fingers up beneath my skirt further and further as I nonchalantly sipped my pink pussy, he leaned over, squeezed my thigh, and whispered in my ear that he'd give me $1,000 to suck his dick.
It was tempting, strictly in terms of a financial agreement (and in my intoxicated state) and I almost agreed, but just as his fingers neared their cushy destination beneath my dress Jennifer came over, grabbed me by the arm and pulled me away from my business negotiations causing me to spill my pink pussy all over the guy's lap. She told me as we trotted to the exit and the guy cursed us loudly that the limo was boarding and ready to set sail.
Climbing aboard the gas-guzzling monstrosity, I noticed a couple fresh faces from the club had joined our bevy and were staring wide-eyed at a couple of girls in our group embracing each other and kissing, their mouths sliding together sloppily. The new girls must have thought they had stumbled into a Girls Gone Wild video as the chicks in our group giddily yelled their bawdy approval of the two smooching lovelies, holding champagne bottles over their heads and passing George Bush's powdery face around...
