Fifty Shades of Lexi Maxxwell

by Lexi Maxxwell

  Two of our group, Melissa and Jim, were an on again, off again item. They’d started dating as freshmen one year earlier, but were quickly growing apart. They were playing The Bickersons during the entire trip to Mexico, and annoying the holy fuck out of the other eight of us.

  They were barely speaking when we checked into our rooms, making us all draw sides. Guys went with the guys, and girls with girls, though all of us went to Flamenco, the crowded bar across the street.

  The bar had enough tequila to drown out most of Melissa and Jim’s bullshit. Margaritas cost just slightly more than the chips, and we were getting drunker by the song. I was downing shots and shaking my ass to the club beats bouncing through the speakers, keeping my eyes peeled for anything over six foot, preferably with copper colored skin. When in Rome, and all that shit. If he didn’t speak English, all the better. I was perfectly happy to scream “Ay Papí, comen mi panocha!” or any of the other filthy phrases I’d picked up in my two years of Spanish.

  I had just slammed my third shot when I found exactly what I was looking for.

  His name was Jason, and despite his copper color, he wasn’t from Mexico. He spoke perfect English, though with a slight accent. He grew up in Kentucky and was on spring break from Loyola. He looked 6’ 2”, maybe 6’ 3”, with dark skin and sandy blonde hair. Three of his bottom teeth were slightly jagged, but it did nothing to dim the sexy in his smile. He was standing alone, doing the Jersey Shore in the middle of the dance floor.

  I couldn’t bear to leave him alone for long.

  I started dancing beside him, but we only made it one song before our dancing turned dirty, and just another two songs until we fled the floor to find the darkest corner of the club, where we could drown the deafening music with our panting.

  Jason had his tongue everywhere, starting in my mouth, then grazing the line of my neck, then moving to the lobes of my ears. Nothing too wet, just enough of his tongue up top to make my pussy pulse and panties dampen.

  “Wanna get out of here?” he asked.

  At the moment, I’d never wanted anything more. It was easy to imagine what his tongue would do to me while he was on his knees. I pictured him taking off my skirt and pulling down my panties, getting rock hard when he saw my pussy, shiny with a shimmer of dew.

  “Where are we gonna go?” I said.

  He took his teeth from their nibble at my ear. “I have a place, right across the street.”

  “Mmmmm....” I moaned. His hand brushed the top of my blouse, teasing the nipple underneath. “What are you going to do to me when we get there?”

  “What do you want me to do?” His lips lingered at the lowest part of my neckline, where fabric met skin.

  I leaned into his ear and whispered, “I want you to do whatever you want. I came to Mexico to forget the rules.” I bit his ear, just hard enough to send a signal to his dick, then added, “Will you help me?”

  He pushed his body into mine, and I squealed at the rock of cock bulging through his jeans, massive beneath the denim. He was everything I was looking for, and as early as the evening was, the following hours promised ridiculous fun.

  It was right then when the evening went to shit.

  Melissa and Jim just couldn’t leave well enough alone, and the two of them got into a rager of a fight when Jim started flirting with a girl who looked like Sophia Vergara’s kid sister. He was only trying to make her jealous, but it worked better than he expected. Melissa threw a shot glass at the back of his head and got ejected from the bar, kicking and screaming and crying.

  Of course, I had to follow.

  “That’s my friend,” I said to my newfound pussy poker. “I’ve gotta go check on her, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.

  Jason nodded, and I went outside to check on Melissa. Apparently everyone in our group was having a helluva lot more fun than I was about to, because I spent the next hour consoling Melissa alone, while trying to ignore the ache between my legs. I hugged her through a series of rattling sobs while she told me all about the hundred and one ways she hated Jim, and would forever.

  When I finally got back inside, Jason was nowhere to be found.

  I didn’t mind ignoring my soaking wet pussy to tend to Melissa’s needs, but I wasn’t thrilled to find my miracle meat suddenly AWOL. I searched the bar, went across the street, and canvased the three hotels that stood in a neat row, then went back to the bar and searched again, only to find nothing.

  There was plenty of dick, eager to fuck. It was spring break after all. But not what I was looking for. Jason was the one to put a glisten on my slit, he was the one I wanted to lick and fuck it. I figured I just needed a night to rinse Jason from my mind, and that I’d find some juicy dick at the beach the next day. I went home, slightly irritable and horny as hell, but glad I was there for one of my best friends when she really needed me.

  I ended up being there for her more than I expected. It was just the two of us back in the room. I knew she’d get pissed if I left and found a cabana boy. So I went to my room, closed the door, got naked, then started finger fucking myself to sleep. I was swimming in my head so I had no idea how long Melissa had been standing there when I finally looked up and saw her in the doorway, frozen and staring.

  I didn’t stop, just got louder instead, pushing myself into a scream. I’d been trying to muffle my moaning, but since she was watching I figured I could start moaning for my muff. I finished by rubbing the flat of my palm up and down the swell of my lips, then massaging the nub to a final cry. I collapsed.

  Melissa undressed to her panties, crawled into bed, and wrapped her arms around me. She pushed her naked breasts into my flesh. I turned around and kissed her long and full on the mouth. We made out for several minutes, and I could tell she wanted me bad. I wanted her bad, too. But things were complicated between her and Jim, and no matter how sweet her pussy was, or how much I’d learn to love it later, it wasn’t going to satisfy my craving for cock that night.

  Melissa tried to go down on me, but I told her another time. She seemed slightly sad and slightly relieved, but pushed her body harder into mine.

  We were sound asleep in minutes.

  Like the previous evening, the following day was nothing like I planned. I would’ve fucked pretty much anything walking while at the beach, but it was mostly girls, and our group was still split into two cells. My friends wanted to sit in the sand and bitch about girl shit, so I had to patiently wait for the sun to go down until we could go clubbing again. Jason had clearly known what he was doing the evening before, which made it easy to imagine what he could do to me if I was lucky enough to find him later that night. My pussy was as wet as if I’d gone in the water, as I pictured his fingers and kisses and touches all over my body, exploring every inch, front and back, inside and out.

  His tongue was in my mouth, then it moved to my tits. I made love to his cock in my mind, licking up and down the length of the shaft that had pressed so hard against me the evening before, and filled me with an ache I needed to soothe.

  Thinking about Jason all day made the wait until evening feel like forever, turning the three hours when I couldn't find him into half an eternity. I was ready to give up entirely, I mean, hell, it wasn’t like he was the only cock in the club.

  Far from it.

  The selection the second night was a lot better than the previous evening. I’m college cute and I looked smoking hot. I have a pair of tits anyone would want to fuck, lick, or pay a surgeon to get. I have the sort of personality that knows how to use what God gave me, and I’m not afraid to say what I want, or scream it if need be, so I knew I was a whisper away from getting my choice of dick.

  But I could still taste Jason from the night before, and he was nowhere to be found.

  And I wanted to FUCK. I came to Mexico to get crazy, and so far my clit got crazier on a random weeknight back home. Since I had no reason to believe I’d ever see Jason again, I was ready to settle for anything that throbbed.

  I locke
d eyes with a taller, even better looking guy, surrounded by a group of trashy looking girls. They had nothing on me, at least not once I opened my mouth, so I sauntered out to the dance floor. That’s when I felt a sudden, sharp, tingle in my pussy, seeing Jason sidling up to the bar. Seeing him there took me from horny to hornier, all the way from wet to OH MY LORD, FUCK ME RIGHT NOW!

  Determined not to lose him again, I marched right up to the bar and frenched my apology. His mouth fucked mine right back.

  “Hey,” I said, pulling away and licking my lips.

  “Hey!” he said, happy, but surprised.

  I didn’t feel like murdering minutes on the dance floor. I’d already bulls-eyed my ball sack and was hungry to drain it. The room was soaked in tequila, so I figured no one would notice when I started rubbing the bulge of Jason’s jeans. But I was wrong. A throat cleared behind me. I turned to look.

  Jason said, “Autumn, this is Susan. Susan, Autumn.” He took a step away from me, then turned to the good looking bitch behind me. “Autumn and I met last night, but she disappeared.”

  “Sorry about that,” I said. “Boyfriend drama. Not mine, my friend Melissa.”

  Susan eyed me up and down. She was prettier than me, but not by much. Slightly taller. Super nice tits. A perfect little O of a mouth with delicate features. She was magazine pretty. But it was clear by her posture – no way in the heat of hell she could fuck like I could.

  Susan stepped between us and whispered in Jason’s ear, like I wasn’t close enough to hear. “So, are we going to get out of here?”

  “That’s a great idea!” I said. “Where should we all go?”

  Susan scowled. Jason’s eyes jumped with light. He said, “We can go to my room. It should be totally empty.”

  Ten minutes later, we were across the street in his tiny room. There was shit everywhere, like most every other guy’s apartment I’d ever seen. He apologized that his friends hadn’t picked up. I said cool. Susan did her best to look comfortable with the stick up her ass.

  Jason asked if either of us wanted any weed. I said fuck yeah, Susan said no. We smoked a couple bowls, then he put the pipe on the table and his hand on my tit. His arm wrapped around my waist, and his hand at my ass, pulling me into him. He motioned for Susan, who moved from the far side of the couch and started awkwardly kissing his neck. He was kissing me, and I could taste the second hand pot, then he pulled himself from my mouth and met Susan’s.

  That gave me the chance to check my oil.

  I slipped my hand under the elastic of my skirt, and HOLY SHIT was I smoking hot and soaking wet. My lips were already at full pout, so I started rubbing my pussy, harder than usual since I’m usually tender at the start, He broke from Susan and told her to kiss me. The bitch didn’t want to, fucking prude, so I swallowed her mouth in mine and dared her to do something about it.

  She must have liked my tongue in her mouth more than she expected, because after a just few seconds she was slipping hers into mine. Jason took her hand and put it on my blouse. “Take it off,” he said.

  Despite her tongue in my mouth, she was still being a bitch prude, so I ripped the clothes from her body. Once I had Susan down to her matching white bra and panties, prim but pretty, I tore the clothes from my own body. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties; they could see my hot, wet heat and engorged lips begging for them both to do whatever the fuck they wanted, so long as something happened fast.

  Jason threw me to the cushions, then moved his tongue slowly down the line of my lean body to my shimmering slit. My body was trembling and my pussy was dripping. The flat of his tongue hit the heat of my fold and I wanted to fucking die. I screamed instead.

  I was squirming and squealing and writhing all over the bed. He ate my pussy like it was a platter of fresh guacamole. After a minute, he came up for air, then dipped his finger inside my soaking slut hole, then added another two. He licked me to a sharp orgasm, fingers still inside, which was quickly followed by another four, maybe five, while I moaned for Susan to join us.

  Something about watching Jason stick his face in my sop hole must’ve have finally shattered the icicles. Susan was all over me. She was suddenly naked. Like the rest of her, Susan’s pussy was prettier than mine, perfectly shaved with a tiny heart at the top. If she knew how to use it, I was in for some fun.

  To my surprise, and absolute pleasure, she did.

  She was probably jealous of the way Jason was taking my twat to town with the flat of his tongue. And I was still thrashing around so much, she knew there was no way he was going to stop, despite her stroking his shaft and loudly mewing.

  So she stopped trying and sat on my face instead.

  Fuck yeah for me.

  While my juices were getting sucked from my socket I was lapping at Susan like she was a lollipop. I’ve no idea how long we stayed that way, though it was the longest pussy eating I’ve ever had on either side of the pie. When Jason finally couldn't take it anymore, he stood.

  His giant cock was fully engorged. He could have fucked the tailpipe on a semi.

  He was panting, almost growling, pussy still shining his face.

  I dropped to my knees like there was gold on the floor and said, “Fuck my mouth like it’s your sister’s best friend.” I didn’t know Jason well enough to know if he had a sister, or if she had a best friend, but judging by the way he started tapping the back of my throat, I must have rolled doubles.

  Susan was standing and kissing Jason while I bobbed up and down on his fuck stick. He pulled his mouth from Susan and pushed her to the floor. She started licking up and down the sides of his shaft while I kept painting his fence from the opposite side. I found Susan’s tits and started twisting her nipples. Our tongues touched at the base of his cock and a surge of electricity shot through me, though that shock was nothing compared to the jolt to my core when her three middle fingers slipped inside me.

  Her tongue lapped at my lips and I was moaning out of control. I felt Jason stiffen and pulse. He was about to cum and I wanted it all for myself. A girl like Susan wouldn’t care.

  But she did, and she knew it was cumming, too.

  Jason pulled out, both of us on our knees and waiting like good little sluts. He groaned like he was dying, as the first spatter of cum shot from the base of his cock and into Susan’s mouth.

  “Me too!” I screamed, opening wide.

  The next four spasms left me with a mouthful of man oil. I opened wide to show my two lovers. Susan wasn’t done surprising me. She leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth, filling my saliva bowl with a full glass worth of his cum and her fresh spit.

  We rolled around on the floor, kissing for minutes.

  I wanted more.

  For the next three hours, and then the next four days, I got it.

  Susan and I both stayed the night, and the three of us fucked through the next afternoon. But she left before the sun went down. I think she was embarrassed by how much she was enjoying her spring break adventure. It was fine by me. Jason loved to spread me wide and make me scream, loved to put my furbox on fire then douse it with his dick water.

  Spring break was filled with kick ass Mexican food, ridiculous amounts of sex, and a break from the usual dudes back home. I had my first of many, many threesomes, and found someone to fuck me hard, then leave my life so I’d never have to see them again.

  I still don’t know his last name.

  That was the my spring break in Mexico, and my first threesome. Muy caliente. Just wait until I tell you about the time Melissa and I ate pussy for hours!

  XXX

  “Sex in Public”

  (Autumn’s never had sex in public before, but Chris knows how to push her. After a cock rocking, cum everywhere, sloppy slurpy dick swallow, Autumn leaves her fuck buddy to go clubbing for her friend’s 21st birthday. Is the guy she meets at the club hot enough, or strong enough, to fuck her against the brick wall of a filthy alley?)

  My lips were wrapped around Chris’s dick when my i
Phone started banging against the hardwood floor behind me. Chris was sprawled in his dad’s ancient armchair, arms dangling from the sides, mouth hanging open, and eyes rolled all at the back of his head, with his Abercrombie and Fitch jeans puddled at the ankles.

  “Noooohhh,” he cried as his cock plopped from my mouth and I turned to answer my phone.

  “Sorry, but I have to,” I said. “I’m not even supposed to be here right now!” I was stroking his shaft with my right hand, trying to dim his disappointment, while I answered the phone with my left. “Hello?”

  It was Melissa. It was our friend Brooke’s 21st birthday, the last of us to turn legal. We were taking her clubbing at a place called Pulse, the three of us plus our other friend, Lacy. I was supposed to be ready in 15 minutes. Melissa was picking me up, but I wasn’t even home.

  “You ready?”

  “Sorry, but no. I think I’ll have to meet you there.” I swallowed Chris’s cock, anticipating Melissa’s lecture. She didn’t disappoint.

  “What the fuck, Autumn?!”

  I couldn’t have answered with Chris’s seven healthy inches in my mouth, but I didn’t have to. Melissa went on to tell me what a disappointment I was, and how she could count on my patterns more than she could count on me, and that I was probably off somewhere blowing some guy, and probably even had his dick in my mouth right then. I just kept saying mmmmmmm, wondering if it would make her laugh or cry if she knew what I was actually doing.

  I said, “Sorry, Melissa, I’m not trying to be a bitch. Swear on my underwear and the sweet patch beneath! I can meet you there in a half hour, or I can be home in 20 minutes. Totally up to you. I don’t want you to have to wait, but I know I won’t be home in time. It’s just a few minutes, no big, so don’t make me feel like shit when you know I already do.”

  I flicked my tongue at his dick, licking the pre-cum, while Melissa continued to bitch me out.

  “Okay, fine. See you in 20 minutes.”

  I hung up and said, “Okay, we’ve gotta do this the fast way,” annoyed that I couldn't spend the time on his dick that I wanted, or get my pussy pounded back.