This is a tale from my student days. In the summer of 1983 a group of us lads from college booked a caravan in in a popular holiday camp in North Wales. We were too skint to go interrailing, and to be honest we were looking for what students want on holiday wherever they go: sun, alcohol and sex. Needless to say, we were out at the local discos and bars, and doing our best to chat up eighteen-year old girls who were there for probably exactly the same purpose as us.
On the night I am writing about, I had to go back to the caravan as one of my friends had spilt beer all down my shirt. I got back, washed, changed, and then went over to the pub to find the whole lot of them had gone off with the girls they had been talking to. There was no sense in looking for them in a place so full of bars, so I grabbed another pint and decided to stay put. I ended up talking to a woman in her fifties, who was standing at the bar, and very obviously interested in a little fun – especially with a lad half her age. She was blonde, size 16 and curvy, and certainly not the old boiler she described herself as. Anyway, an invitation was tendered, an acceptance offered, and we strolled back to her caravan. To my surprise it was the one next to ours, and this made me a little worried – she obviously didn’t know I was her neighbour, so some manoeuvring might well need to undertaken =to save embarrassment for the remaining five days of the holiday week. She tried the handle and the door was open, which I thought odd, but not so odd as when I realised that there was someone inside waiting in the semi-darkness. Nervously I entered, and the door closed behind me.
Well, I thought my life was over when she briefly introduced me to her husband before leading me past him to the bedroom section of the caravan. Pulling me onto the bed, she had her tongue in my mouth and her hand in my trousers almost simultaneously. As she stripped me I realised that her husband was in the doorway, and that he too was preparing for action. This was certainly something I was not prepared for. As she began to suck me as I knelt in front of her, I saw him slide up behind her and ease himself into her curvaceous body. We spit-roasted her for about 5 minutes, then changed ends, my hardness easily entering her quite loose passage. From this point I could see her deep throating her husband, her lips touching the very root of his thick cock. She loved sucking cock, that was for sure. At one stage, she took us both into her mouth at the same time, and it was all I could do to stop myself loosing a stream of hot seed into her eager mouth. I kept my nerve though, and returned myself to her soaking cunt, only to find – to my surprise, her husband pushing us both onto our sides before entering her cunt from behind. No wonder she was so expansive, if this was one of her regular habits. This time I did shoot my load with the kinkiness of the whole scene, and I wished I could have done the same again when her husband pulled out and pushed his cock, liberally coated with my seed, into her mouth where he loudly acknowledged the eruption of his own juices. Her cunt was amazing. Before the night was out I watched him fuck her with the thick end of a wine bottle, before he invited me to fist her. Having got hard again, we both seeded her before I retreated, drained, to my own caravan. I’d like to tell you that I visited her again the next night – I did, but found the door locked and the whole van shaking., She had obviously picked up another young stud, and was taking her pleasure with him and her husband. Variety, no doubt, is the spice of life – and that was one little event that I certainly hadn’t anticipated at the start of my holiday.
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