Archive-name: 3plus/spri1970.txt Archive-author: 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. --