Archive-name: 3plus/spri1970.txt
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Archive-title: My Adventures on Spring Break 1970
After Susan helped me get laid by bring me to a free love party. (That's
what we called swing parties back then.) She and I became close friends and
began to do just about everything together. We decided that we would visit
Ft. Lauderdale on our spring break so we went to a botique to purchase some
bikinis. I'd never owned a bikini before but I figured that my 32-22-32
figure was good enough for one. Anyway, my rich friend Susan was giving them
to me as a present.
When we got to the botique, we went into a room in the back and Susan and
I stepped down so the two seamstresses could take our measurements. We sat
nude while they showed us various bikinis and materials. We tried on many of
the bikinis and the seamstresses marked the ones we wanted so they could
alter them. When we's selected three bikinis each, Susan reached down while
one of the seamstresses was on her knees marking her bottom and cupped the
girl's boob. The girl looked up, pulled down Susan's bottom, and buried her
face in Susan's pussy. The other girl looked at me and we were soon on the
floor in a torrid 69. Somehow, we managed to get our four bikinis each and
waited for the last day of classes.
We made good time the first day, stopping in Virginia for the night. We
pulled into a HoJos and went to the restaurant next door for dinner. As we
ate, we noticed a forty something businessman looking at us. He'd look away
whenever one of us would look back at him. He slowly sipped our coffee and
waited for him to finish and pay his bill. We then got behind him in line to
pay our bill. We passed a pleasantry or two and he want to the motel.
We knocked on his door and told him we were lonely and asked if we could
talk. We told him that we were college freshmen on our way to Florida for
spring break.
He told us that he had a daughter who was a college sophomore and asked us
about our majors. I rattled on for about ten minutes about litera ture before
Susan had a chance to volunteer that she was a biology major. (Go ahead and
laugh. Susan is a biologist.)
Susan said that she thought that the college needed better labs and more
field work saying that cutting up dead frogs wasn't as interesting as study ing
animals in the wild. Our new friend asked what her interests were and Susan
said she was really interested in studying mating rituals. She went on about
the mating dances of loons for a bit before commenting that every species has
a specific mating ritual. She then mentioned that man has one but that
civilization has obscured it somewhat.
Our friend looked at us quizzically. Susan went on to say that man had
developed cultural entities such as wearing clothing that got in the way of
the natural mating ritual. She postulated that on an island where no one
wore clothing men and women would mate naturally rather than within the rules
defined by their specific culture. The business man almost choked on his
scotch when Susan pulled her top over her head and shimmied out of her jeans.
I did likewise as she asked,
"Want to help us with a little experiment?" asked Sue?
She didn't wait for an answer and began removing his clothes. I joined
her and began to unbutton his shirt as she dropped to her knees and began to
suck his cock.
His hands were all over my boobs and his tongue was down my throat. I
couldtell that Susan was really getting to him by his labored breathing.
We then made him lay on the bed so Susan could mount him and I could sit on
his face. We fucked him senseless and kept him hard by sucking his cock and
let ting him watch us get it on together. We went at it for well over two
hours before we were all exhausted. We woke him up at about five in the
morning for a goodbye session. We then went to our room, showered, paid our
bill and left for our destination.
When we got to our motel, I was overjoyed to discover it was right on the
beach. Susan and I once more had dinner, put on our bikinis and checked out
the beach. We met four guys from Yale who seemed really nice.
We talked with them until just before the sun set and then took a dip.
The guys seemed con cerned that we didn't have two girl friends to even things
out. We suggested they return with us to our room for a drink. They said
they wanted to wash the salt from their bodies first. Susan laughed and said
they could use our shower for that. She took two of them by the hands and led
them toward our motel.
I boldly followed her lead. We stood in the bedroom as Susan went to
shower. She called out saying there was plenty of room in the shower for two
more people and sug gested two more people join her. I guess the two guys that
did were a bit sur prised to find her completely naked and soaped up. She
pulled down their trunks and soaped up their cocks before leading them out
onto the large tiled floor and calling to us to tell us the shower was free.
The two guys I was with almost popped their rocks when they saw Susan sucking
one guy's cock while the other guy fucked her doggie style. We showered off
the salt and sand and then began our own threesome. We switched off into
various three somes until we'd exhausted all but one of the guys who fucked
me while Susan sat on my face.
The next day morning the maid caught me and Susan in a hot 69. She rub bed
herself and was about to leave when Susan motioned to her to join us. We took
turns ravishing each other. Ellen, the maid, joined us every morning after
that. After breakfast in our bikinis, we became huntresses. We rapidly
located several horny, male college student and even found five other AC/DC
girls (That's what we used to call bisexual back then.) during our five days
in paradise. But, we eventually had to return to Boston to study.
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