You think you had a great time back in 72? I still recall one hell of a party over at Hampton beach, you know, in New Hampshire. It was smack in the middle of the summer of 72. There were six of us, fresh out of third year Harvard. Of course we knew each other from various classes and certain get-togethers including some serious toking and drinking sessions.

Cathy was the super fox. She was the one who came up with the idea of partner swapping or swinging or whatever they call it these days. Back then it was simply fucking around. We wanted to make sure we didn't miss anything. Cathy was a delectable, petite blonde with pretty blue eyes, sparkling white teeth, sun golden hair and an unquenchable sex drive. When the other two girls had run out of steam during this after dark escapade, Cathy did the three of us guys at the same time and was begging for more, even when it was apparent that we were done, at least for THAT evening.

Brenda was the second player in this marvelous female trio. She was a very curvy brunette. Her beauty was enhanced by her skin which was toned a rich brown from considerable sun bathing. However, her skin tone was as nothing when compared with her superb oral skills. They were prodigious to say the least. That horny chick could suction most objects out a garden hose. Brenda also had a deep, sultry voice that comes across as seductive, even when she's not attempting to get in a guy's pants. I recall from extensive exploration, that her breasts had to be at least 36 d. They jutted out like mini- mountain peaks. Christ! She was quite the hot piece when aroused. Needless to say, Brenda was flying real high that weekend I can tell you.

The last of these nymphettes was Carol. She was part black but those were liberal days back then, at least in the liberal North. Fred, Tom and I were equal opportunists when it came to ravishing lively young pussy. Carol was the quiet one but deep inside she was boiling like a witch's caldron. God! Could that fancy trick fuck!