Spring break could not have come at a better time. It’d been a long, hard year, and I was more than ready to get away, forget about my books and blow off some serious steam.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one. When I arrived at the resort, other guests were hanging out in the lobby with bottles of liquor, offering shots to welcome passersby. The public space was one big party, and I was thrilled to be in attendance.

It was my first time at this vacation spot south of the border, and I’d heard things could get pretty crazy. Just walking across the property, I saw all sorts of activities that wouldn’t have been tolerated in public in the States, and to me, that was a good thing. I was ready to get my freak on.

That afternoon, I went to the pool where I bumped into a classmate. Sally and I weren’t traveling together, but she insisted we hit one of the resort bars later that night, so how could I refuse.

Sally is often the life of the party. She’s always first to volunteer for body shots or to hook up on the dance floor. She was exactly the type of person I needed to help me unwind.

We met up that evening. We danced on the bar and got lost in the music. Sally ran her hands over my breasts and torso while we swayed together, then she swooped down, briefly raising my skirt and brushing her fingers over my bare crotch.

It happened so fast. Sally’s fingers caressed me from my ass to my clit, and her titillating touch fiercely aroused me. Everyone on the floor was whooping and hollering, egging us on. They wanted more, and so did I.

Swept up in the excitement of the moment, I swiveled my hips and lifted my skirt, showing the whole bar my freshly shaved pussy.

Sally immediately took the bait. She dipped down low, undulating her body to the rhythm of the music. When her mouth was level with my cunt, she put her hands on my ass and planted a hot kiss squarely on my throbbing clit.

I stretched my arms up over my head and arched my back. I writhed rhythmically, letting Sally and the music lead me.

When the song changed to a more mellow tune, she pulled her lips away from my pussy. At first, I worried that flirtatious moment would be the end of things. But fortunately, Sally had other plans. She tugged at my hand and pulled me down to crouch beside her on the bar, then she dropped onto a stool set in front of us.

The crowd roared to protest what they thought was the end of our peep show, and I totally felt their pain as I harbored the same fears. I was aching for release. Finger-fucking myself seemed like the best way to appease us all. I tucked my hands between my legs and plunged two fingers into my pussy.

I swear the DJ kept the music low and more subdued, so as not to upstage my scintillating performance.

“Yeah! Get it girl!” somebody yelled.

Ignoring the sound of the restless people behind her, Sally patted the bar top and shouted, “Sit.”

My friend took my hands in her own and arranged me, so my ass was at the edge of the bar. My legs dangled before me, and she tucked the hem of my skirt in my waistband to keep it out of her way.

Looking pleased, Sally then turned and reached out to two women watching our every move.

“Help me out, ladies?” she asked. “Hold this gorgeous woman’s legs open for me.”

Onlookers went absolutely wild when they realized even more women were getting involved in our sexy shenanigans. A roar of approval filled the room, and someone started a chant that the other drunkards quickly latched on to: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

The two women who joined us looked as tickled by the attention as we were. One even gave my leg a squeeze and said, “Let us take care of you, baby.”

Standing on either side of Sally, the girls smoothed their hands over my thighs, took hold of my knees and held my legs wide open. One of the women scratched her manicured nails up my thigh. Her fingers danced dangerously close to my pussy. It was such a simple touch, but it got me really fired up.

Meanwhile, Sally sat between my legs, poised to make a meal out of my pussy. She tossed her head, shaking her lustrous locks behind her shoulders and out of her way. I think someone may have even reached out to smooth her hair back. Everyone was eager to encourage our public tryst.

Sally licked her lips, dipped her head and dove into my snatch, lapping me energetically.

“Yes,” I moaned.

The whole bar seemed to echo the words back to me. Everyone seemed so invested in my experience. I wished more of them could take an active role in my pleasure.

Of course, having three wanton women engaged in my satisfaction was already as hot as hell. Despite the chaos erupting around us, they were solely focused on getting me off.

Feeling beyond bold, I whipped off my top and completely exposed my braless breasts.

Seconds later, a large hand with thick fingers reached up from the crowd and hovered above my boobs. At first, I couldn’t see the man it belonged to, then a tall guy I’d previously spied in the lobby came into my view. A lopsided grin softened his chiseled features and tempered the smoldering gaze that raked over my body. He leaned in close, so I could hear him, and asked, “May I?”

“Yes!” I told him.

I laid my hand over his, pulling it to one of my tits and squeezing it around my boob for emphasis.

The girls holding my legs made room for the stranger, and he hopped up onto the bar and settled near me. He used his mouth and hands on me. He cradled the underside of one of my breasts in his palm, lifted my nipple to his lips and traced a circle around the bud with his tongue. He spiraled around and around until he coaxed my nipple to grow as hard as a gemstone, and only then did he draw it between his lips.

I moaned, so lost in the moment I nearly forgot we had an audience — until they cheered again, that is.

Another man sat on the other side of me. Once I gave him the OK, the second good-looking stranger licked a path from my belly button to my other breast, sweeping along its underside before moving toward my nipple.

“Yeah. Suck her tits!” shouted someone in the crowd.

Right on cue, his mouth descended, and two strapping young men were suddenly sucking on my breasts, while Sally continued to eat my snatch.

My new admirer had a decidedly different style from the man on my right. He didn’t dance around my nipple; he approached it head-on. His lips encompassed the whole of my areola, while his tongue wiggled to massage the erect bud.

Our audience was loud and gleeful, and their enthusiasm was infectious. The crowd’s attention stoked my arousal as much as it inspired my partners. They sucked my pussy, tits and neck and basked in the approval of our horny fans. All I did was sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor.

But out of all five of my lovers, Sally was the real MVP. She was still eating my box, breaking out an array of rhythms and patterns with her lips and tongue to keep me teetering on the edge of bliss. Every few minutes I would approach a small peak that made me twitch and moan, but I didn’t climax. Instead, I felt myself building toward something bigger.

One of the lovely ladies stationed at my thighs reached beneath me to slip her fingers into my pussy. She was careful not to disrupt Sally, whose lips were wrapped around my clit. When she thrust her digits inside me, the pads of her fingers felt like they were rubbing against the thin wall separating my pussy from my ass.

My butt rose off the bar, and I came, glossing Sally’s lips with my honey. She raised her head and replaced her tongue with her thumb.

“You’re gonna give me more of that,” Sally purred, stroking my clit. My nub was already slick from her sucking, so her thumb slid over it easily. She rubbed my bud, while the girl fingering me continued to piston her digits in and out of me. My back bowed, and I hollered incoherently, shuddering through a climax under their skilled hands. After giving me a brief reprieve, they started in on me again.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

The women worked my pussy until I felt as though they’d wrung every last drop of pleasure out of me. But my devious Sally wouldn’t let up on me that easy. She called out to a handsome hunk and pointed to my crotch as she ordered, “Kiss her pussy.”

Sally backed off, and he brought his lips to my gash as I encouraged him. I thought he might simply lay a quick peck on my clit, but he really went at it. He dragged his tongue up my folds, wriggling between my lips to expose my opening. That’s the spot he chose to kiss. Then his lips encircled my pussy hole, and he dunked his tongue inside me.

I bucked my hips hard, shoving my pussy against his face. A miniquake rocked my body, and I shattered into pieces again. 

The man rose and dramatically licked his lips clean, which earned him an ovation.

People were in the mood to celebrate, and I was the star of the party.

“Shot! Shots! Shots! Shots!” people chanted.

I wriggled out of my crumpled skirt, so I was finally naked — save for my shoes. The bartender reached out from behind me and waved a bottle of whiskey, so everyone could see it.

A cheer rolled through the group, traveling from one side of the room to the next.

The bartender tapped my shoulder, signaling for me to tilt my head back and open my mouth. I did, which elicited another excited shout from the people around me.

“Bottoms up!” the bartender called out.

She lifted the bottle and splashed some whiskey into my mouth. When her hand swayed, some of the liquid ran down my chin and cascaded down my torso. The men tending to my breasts leaned back to make way for the liquor trickling down my neck and chest. Drops of whiskey beaded my nude body.

Sally had resumed her position between my thighs. Rivulets of booze had run all the way down to my snatch, no doubt flavoring my folds. She licked up one side of my slit and down the other, lapping up the liquor, as well as my free-flowing pussy juice. She didn’t stop until she was satisfied that she’d slurped up every last drop of both.

My male admirers also made sure my breasts were thoroughly cleaned of any remaining whiskey. Their tongues traveled over every bit of flesh that was within their reach, mopping up the boozy moisture. But truly, even after it was all gone, they kept lapping at my body

Likely inspired by their actions, Sally resumed eating my cunt. Before long, a familiar tension started to build within me once more. It started deep in my belly and spiraled out to my ass, arms and legs.

I cried out and slapped my hands on the bar top. I curled my fingers over the edge of it, holding on for dear life.

The men at my breasts each put an arm behind my back to steady me, making sure to keep me within view of our fans. I was sure everyone could see the blissful look on my face. Leaning into the men’s embrace allowed me to relax and completely surrender to the ebb and flow of my glorious orgasm.

When I finally finished coming, Sally popped up and planted a smoldering kiss on my lips. The favor of whiskey was still sharp on my tongue, but thanks to her wet mouth the taste swiftly mixed with that of my own pussy.

She pulled back with a knowing smile on her lips. Though I’d previously licked my digits after fingering myself, the taste of my cunt from her kiss was a bit different with whiskey added to the mix. But after that moment, I’d never forget the heady combination.

While I was busy savoring the taste of Sally’s fiery kiss, she climbed up, stood on the bar and shouted, “Who else wants to fuck my friend?”

She scanned the room and pointed at someone near its center.

“You,” she said. “Get up here.”

The crowd parted to reveal someone she and I both knew: a hot, young teacher’s assistant from our university.

I’d long had the hots for Adam, and Sally knew it. She winked at me and mouthed, “You’re welcome.”

Sounding bold, Adam said, “Hello, Charlotte.” Then he gestured toward my spread legs and asked, “May I?”

I’d fantasized about this man all semester. Whenever I got bored during my American lit class, my eyes would wander to Adam. I’d spent many an afternoon envisioning him between my legs, and I was finally going to have my dreams come true.

The whole scene was already an outrageous turn-on, but having Adam involved made the experience even sweeter for me.

Once Adam’s face was settled between my thighs, Sally stood over me with her feet firmly planted on either side of my hips and her back to the crowd. I tilted my head back, and she raised her miniskirt and lowered her panty-free cunt to my mouth, completely blocking my view of the room.

“Come on, Charlotte,” she goaded. “I want to come, too.” Sally rolled her hips and rubbed her clit against my lips. “Make me come, Charlotte!”

My tongue darted out and tapped against Sally’s clit before retreating back into my mouth. I paused for a second, then I parted my lips and landed another flick on her bud.

“Oh,” she gasped loudly.

Sally swung her hips from side to side, grinding her clit against my face. As I ate her, I pushed my pussy firmly against Adam’s lips. He lapped at my slit greedily, dragging his tongue from one hole to the other. Hanging my ass over the edge of the bar left my backdoor accessible. Adam submerged a single finger inside my pussy to coat it with my nectar, then he scooped up my cheeks in his palms and plunged the wet digit into my asshole.

I tried to shout, “Fuck!” But my words were lost, absorbed completely by Sally’s sweet snatch.

I snaked a hand around her hip to her ass and clutched her butt cheek. Her rear was soft enough for me to get a good grip, so I could keep her where I wanted her. Sally’s natural lubricant glazed my lips, chin and cheeks, leaving my skin perfumed with her musk. Her firm thigh muscles hugged my face as I tucked her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue against it. At the same time, I hummed along to the song pumping from the bar’s speakers. The heavy bass provided an obvious rhythm for me to keep time with as I worked her bud. I kept lapping away, holding steady even when Sally’s thighs trembled mightily.

Adam’s diligent tongue kept lashing me, and satisfaction seemed to seep from my pores. He had his digits deep in my ass and pussy. Simple flicks of his fingers made me writhe and moan. He was leading me to a final, mind-bending orgasm. His studious nature and diligent commitment to detail made him an incredibly attentive lover. He was so tuned in to my desires and needs. His every move was informed by my body’s response.

One of the men who’d earlier toyed with my boobs reached over to give each of my nipples a pinch. A jolt of pleasure radiated from my tits all the way down to my clit. Just one more sweep of Adam’s tongue across my button made me boil over.

Sally wasn’t far behind. Adam set me off seconds before she detonated against my lips.

After spending a fair amount of time with her face buried in my snatch, Sally finally came. We rode our waves of pleasure together, clinging to one another like a lifeline as the rest of the world fell away.

When we finally tumbled back to Earth, we were met with applause and uproarious celebration. You would have thought the onlookers were the ones who’d just experienced unmitigated ecstasy!

By that point, it seemed silly to dress myself. Everyone had already seen me naked and in the throes of rapture, after all. But I slipped back into my outfit and stayed seated at the bar for a while, happily flirting and chatting with anyone willing to buy me a drink.

Sally was also surrounded by men and women, all begging for her consideration. And why not? She’d already shown a roomful of people that she’s a masterful lover. Everyone wanted a piece of Sally, and I totally understood why.

Eventually, she wandered out with a small group and said something about continuing the party by the pool.

I’d join them there later. But for the moment, I was content to sit among my many admirers as I got to know Adam a little better. I had a feeling we’d be spending a lot more time together once we returned home. Though he was an English department staffer, I was pretty convinced I could learn an awful lot from him about human anatomy — and I was ready and more than willing become his dedicated student.