Spring break hookups are awesome. Though I’d been getting plenty of pussy back on campus, sometimes my relationships grew complicated. So I was ready for some no-strings-attached fun.

I was glad when I’d met another guy on the prowl. Hank was also a senior, attending a university not far from mine. He’d come south to unwind, just like me. We had met at a bar and hit it off in a way that made it seem like we’d been separated at birth.

We were having a great time hanging out — splashing around in the hotel

pool, cruising for chicks on the beach and checking out tourist traps. All the while we swapped stories, amazed at how much we had in common. We laughed nonstop, constantly cracking each other up.

The prospect of a low-key getaway with a new friend was, frankly, a huge relief after dealing with the emotional complexities of juggling multiple girls

at school.

On our second or third day, Hank and I found ourselves at the beach again. We’d swum out together, going as far as we could until we grew weary. When we’d finally returned to the shore, we laid on beach towels spread across the hot sand and watched the slow green waves wash in while we baked in the sunshine.

“Man, it’s so relaxing here,” I said for maybe the umpteenth time.

Hank chuckled and said, “You really must’ve needed a break.”

“There was a little too much drama in my life,” I explained, speaking the truth.

“I wouldn’t mind some drama,” he said, nodding toward a woman in a yellow bikini, who was emerging from the water. “Like that sweet piece of drama right there.”

I gave the chick a good look and guessed she was around our age. The beach babe reached up to pull back her wet hair, thrusting out her ample tits. I liked how the little cups of the bikini top barely held her boobs.

She was very pretty with a toned body that was well worth flaunting.

“Hey,” I said, “if you want her, go see if she’s interested. I won’t stop you.”

But Hank said nothing, just continued to stare at her. But the woman soon seemed aware of the attention. She came over to us, moving with a slinky ease.

“Now’s your chance,” I muttered under my breath as Hank sat up.

“Hey, how you doing?” he said to her, the epitome of cool.

But she seemed light years cooler, giving Hank a long, appraising look and then doing the same to me. I liked the almost palpable feel of her gaze, and my cock stirred in my swim trunks.

“I’m good,” she finally said. “My name’s Jenny.”

We introduced ourselves, and Hank asked, “Are you down here for spring break?”

She gave us a worldly sort of smile before answering, “Nope. Local gal. And local gals know all the fun spots.”

Boldly, Hank asked, “You want to take me to one of those spots?”

She shook her head and told him, “Uh-uh. I want to take both of you.” Then she named a bar, a time and strode off.

We were a little bewildered and tried to decipher what had just happened.

“Say,” Hank queried me, “you don’t think she wants to hook up with the two of us? I mean, at the same time.”

I blinked. I’d had my share of threeways at school, but it always was me and two women. That was perhaps the most complicated scenario of all, but usually worth it.

“Would you be up for that?” I asked.

Hank shrugged before finally saying, “Maybe. Probably. Yeah.” Then he turned the tables and asked, “Would you?”

I considered it and nodded yes. We’d just be fucking this girl senseless from either end or maybe taking turns in her pussy. And that sounded plenty hot to me.

Or, of course, nothing at all might happen. She might just be a friendly local. Or even someone playing a joke on a couple of spring-breakers. No matter, we had to give it a shot.

That evening, we found our way to the bar Jenny had named, arriving at the appointed time. The place was a total dive, but it certainly had character. She was there, waving us over to the bar top. Three shots were waiting. I thought that might be the beginning of some marathon drinking, but I was wrong.

After we knocked back the booze, Jenny took both our arms and led us out. She lived just behind the bar in a little bungalow. She guided us right inside and headed straight to the bedroom.

If there was any doubt about what she wanted, that vanished as soon as she tossed off her top and stepped out of her skirt. She stood stone-cold naked before us, a sprightly beauty with beautiful tits and a shaved pussy.

“Well,” she said with a sultry smile, “I don’t want to be the only one dressed for the party.”

I stripped, deeply aroused by the

sight of Jenny, and as Hank shucked

his jeans, I saw he was turned on, too. She backed up onto her bed, lying

back. Her pussy gleamed with wetness. We couldn’t possibly have a better invitation.

Still, Hank and I exchanged nervous glances. We hadn’t worked out any procedures ahead of time. So we let lust be our guide.

We lay down on either side of Jenny. I seriously wanted to fuck her, but I’d also never been naked in bed with another man — one who was sporting a serious hard-on.

I caressed Jenny’s left breast as Hank groped her right. Her nipple became instantly erect under my touch. Jenny sighed and arched her back.

I put my mouth on her tit, and Hank did the same to the other, which put us almost eye to eye. I felt a strange urge to laugh, but instead I gave my new friend a grin, even as I gently nibbled on Jenny’s stiff nip. Hank grinned back.

Together, we stroked her flat belly, and she wriggled beneath our hands. Hank and I were heading for the same place — her sweet, shaved pussy.

Once there, we each stroked one side of her cunt lips. We were being ridiculously careful not to touch each other, like it would matter if our fingers brushed.

Growing bolder, I slipped a finger inside her. As she moaned, I nodded at Hank. He took the hint and did the same. I felt his middle digit slip in next to mine. Her slick juices coated both our fingers, which we moved in and out of her.

We took turns rubbing our thumbs against her clit, which had become swollen and slick. Jenny writhed and heaved between us. I was still sucking her tit as Hank and I fingered her and stroked her button.

A cry built in her throat that climbed higher and higher until she moaned with orgasmic joy. In her afterglow, she reached out and grabbed both our cocks. She started pumping us at the same time, and pleasure flowed through my body. I saw a look of growing ecstasy on Hank’s face.

Jenny sat up and got onto her knees. With our dicks still in her fists, she smiled at both of us. For some reason, I had the sense she was flipping a mental coin.

Apparently, it came up Hank. She bent down and twirled her tongue around his fat cockhead. His whole body jumped, the pleasure appearing as intense as an electric shock. I watched her lips melt over his knob as the sealed ring of her mouth sank down his shaft.

It was a sight, watching Jenny deep-throat my friend without a hitch. Hank groaned, his eyes rolling up in his skull. She proceeded to suck him energetically, and Hank’s cock glistened with her spit. She made wet, slurping sounds, but her rhythm stayed steady.

Soon she switched over to me, and the firm suction of her mouth was fantastic. Her tongue danced up and down my staff as her head bobbed at that same excellent tempo. Hank had opened his eyes and was watching us with a dazed, hungry look.

When I’d received my full cocksucking turn, Jenny shifted position again. She got on her hands and knees, directing Hank behind her and me in front, so I could stick my cock in her mouth once more.

Hank and I faced each other as we entered her from either end. He sucked air through his teeth as he sank his cock deep into her pussy. Again, I felt her talented tongue. I held her head gently between my hands and stroked into her mouth.

We fucked her, instinctively finding a complementary rhythm. I watched his toned body flex as he pumped his hips, and Jenny rocked between us. I was going halfway down her throat with every plunge, but she took me easily.

Before I could shoot my cream down her throat, Hank and I decided to switch places. We moved around her in a clockwise direction until I found myself poised to jam my needy cock into her pussy.

The thought that Hank had been in the same place only seconds before made it all the more enticing. He was staring avidly at my cock as I slid it inside her slickened hole, while he guided his erection between her parted lips.

We spit-roasted her handily — Hank fucking her face and me doing her doggy-style. The physical pleasure was extreme. Jenny was a great lay, and sharing the moment with Hank made it even more exciting for me somehow.

It nearly felt like I was sharing his orgasm when both our climaxes hit at the same instant. With a mutual cry, we released our come into her. I spurted deep in her pussy, while he filled her mouth.

Afterward, we lay down, with Jenny again in the middle. She gazed at both of us and smirked, looking thoroughly sated.

That was by far the craziest thing I’d ever done on spring break and remains a cherished memory.