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Posting Date 2010-03-17 13:08:18
Author Lynridskinrid
Title The second year of college ends Part 8 Let’s get a Holiday
Category experienced a threesome
Where it happend France
Age then 20
Age now 25
Gender FEMALE
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The second year of college ends Part 8 Let’s get a Holiday

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The second year of college ends Part 8 Let’s get a Holiday

We worked through the travel agents brochure , looking for sun and sand and fun . I don’t relish the 18 - 30 get pissed get your tits out for the lads , mentality . I did say , if it was her intention to take Pete at least be honest with her parents , from the start . I am crap at keeping that kind of secret , if asked , I feel very awkward . Business secrets , I am great at , I go tighter than a crocodiles pussy , and that is watertight .

We looked for a French campsite in the south coast near the border with Spain , not far from Barcelona . We ended up at St Jean-De-Luz south of Biarritz near the Spanish North West Border . We booked a small caravan and in early September it would be less than €200 each . jenny rang Pete and he was excited over the idea , she tackled her mother . I went with her for moral support . Her mother was delighted , I was getting worried about you Jennifer , she said , I thought for one horrible moment that you didn’t have an interest in boys .

I explained the arrangement to my aged parents , they were happy about it and daddy suggested that I drove there , and he would pay for a hotel room on the South and North Routes for us all , so I got a break from the driving . He also warned me that he had seen Jenny’s driving and there was no insurer in te world would give her cover for my car .

My brain was in overdrive , what would the “sexual “ arrangements work out like , I had books to read in the daytime and things to do , Cock from Pete was a forbidden fruit , but she never mentioned tongue , I thought . Still she was better at that than any guy that I had ever met .
Daddy came into the annex , Pete and Jenny were there , Do you all play golf , he asked . Yes we all did , it was an easy option school sport , although we were at different schools , and it was one of the few university clubs that I belonged to The Biarritz Le Phare Golf Course was laid out more than 100 years ago but has seen so much change that there is virtually nothing left of the original links. Nowadays it is a really pretty parkland course, which is very short but by no means easy. The greens are known to be hard, fast and devilishly tricky, and. The fairways are separated by thin rows of trees and bushes 'Le Phare' could be considered a little antiquated, but it bears the irreplaceable tradition of the origins of golf in the Basque country, and can be played by golfers of all levels. So he handed a ticket for five rounds of Golf each at the local courses . I was delighted , the Le Phare was £80 a round in those days .
He had booked two rooms at a nice hotel in Poitiers each way . I don’t know how you fit three into two rooms , but here is the booking , all sorted , he said . My first holiday alone , and a tank-full of diesel and the ferry , and caravan booked all was well .

The boot was ample for three suitcases and Golf Clubs , as long as we used a carry tube and not a cart and bag . I got the DVD download for the SatNav for France and Spain . Jonathon , had one for his M5 and it worked well in mine too . Jonathon also took regular French holidays , he had a small cottage near Perpignan , which he had offered to us . My independent streak , meant that I wanted to go it alone. Jonathon also made sure I had the hazard coats and spare light bulbs , two triangles , and everything else I needed to stay legal .
We drove onto the ferry at Portsmouth and five hours later was disembarking at Le Havre . We headed west to the N10 and A10 to take us to our holiday home via Poitiers . Le Grand Hotel is situated in the heart of picturesque Poitiers, and we pulled into the car park just after ten PM . Getting the grips out , we asked if we could get a sandwich , and a platter enough to feed a football team appeared after a few minutes . The gentleman who booked arranged this and the breakfasts , and your evening meal on te return . Great Daddy was making sure I ate too , I rang home and thanked them . Mummy was laughing , even daddy has noticed you miss meals darling , she laughed , she knew that always gets a reaction , so I just laughed with her .

I left Jenny and Pete to their own devices and fell on the bed , within moments I was asleep . We met at eight and filled up on the buffet of boiled eggs and cheese and ham , with the obligatory , pains chocolate , and croissants , rarely found as exquisite outside of France . I filled the tank with Gasoil and headed south .

Jenny was asleep in the passenger seat , Pete snoring in the back , they must have spent the night bonking like rabbits , and the day was recovery time . I pushed the CD player button , and Queen blared out keeping my senses honed as we headed South at the regulation 130 kph on the Auto Routes . We got to the site in early evening , missing a French Lunch stop , and grabbing a baguette , in the services in one of the many Airies along the route . the caravan was very clean and tidy , and my two passengers still asleep after a tiring night .

Come on Muppets time to unload , I shouted , an d their eyes opened . good grief what time did you two get to sleep last night . Pete had that sickly smile of a small child caught stealing sweeties from a jar . Say no more , I can read the empty sign on his balls , I said . We off loaded the car , and walked to the campsite restaurant , We would eat here tonight , I had sampled Jenny’s culinary attempts before and , she was to haute Cuisine what cowboys are to construction work . I had a fresh lump of Baton , and a delicious local , duck liver pate with far too much salt free Normandy Butter . The main Course was again Local Beef , entrecote , cooked Blue , with French fries cooked in duck fat , and a delicious , beautifully dressed salad . I was full and sleepy . So I took one of the two double bedrooms , pushed the bags into the cupboard , threw off the driving shoes and socks , Launched the very sweaty cotton top into the kitchen’s washing machine , and sat , in Bra and jeans , enjoying the warm autumn evening .

Jenny was lolled across a sofa , with Pete lying at her feet like a loyal lapdog . She followed the idea , and threw her top in with mine , as did Pete , who had on a bright yellow “ kangaroo poo “ Tee shirt . I’ll start the machine he said . Like hell you will , that yellow peril of a shirt will colour a white Burberry cardigan that cost about £500 . Men have little domestic acumen on a good day .
The evening breeze was blowing a cooling draught through the window and the sheen of sweat was drying on our bodies . I poured a second glass o a very dry local white wine Montravel Chateau Puy-Servain, Cuvee Marjolaine from the bottle and offered it to the others . Pete was half way down a bottle of Ice cold beer , and Jenny was sipping a Ricard . I was relaxed totally . The settees were at ninety degrees to each other across the corners and jenny and I lay head to head .

. I must have nodded off , because , as from nowhere , I awoke to jenny loosening my belt and easing down my jeans and panties . Windows , Fool ! , I said , and Pete closed the roller , light proof blinds . I am very sweaty , I said , she ignored me and lapped gently between my legs , smooth and soft . I kicked off the jeans , this was soothing .She parted my labia , and I was oblivious to Pete even being there , As she knelt in front of me devouring my hot slit , she was parting my lips with her fingers , this was unrushed and gentle . I was actually purring , it was so silky , Her wet tongue slithered around each pink lip and she sucked gently on them , licking , with a flicking tongue across my clit , as though she could wear it out with her mouth

. She nuzzled down on to my now very wet slit and was sucking and nibbling , very carefully and sweetly . I saw , Pete at her rear , taking her doggie style , as she took me . He reached under her ,,and cupped the large melon breasts , stretching her by the chunky of nipple ,.

This was relaxed sex . slow , graceful , relaxing , we must have stayed like this for an hour , and Pete overcome by masculine excitement quickened the pace , that new fervour passed through to what Jenny was doing to me , and to my tensing muscles . She had encompassed my whole vagina and was slowly stabbing at me with her hot sensual tongue , The quickening pace caused my back to arch slightly and Jenny to moan , we collapsed in an orgasmic heap , Jenny to the floor , Pete on top of her . I was left exposed to the breeze chilling my wet pink parts .
We slept all night , me on te sofa , in just a bra , Jenny naked on te floor cuddled up with Pete .

I think this is one great holiday , about to start


Love Lynne

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