[gbdick]

When I moved to Florida with my parents at 17, in the late 60s, I was a turning into a little hippie girl, I had long hair, went barefoot all the time, and ditched bras (soon panties too). I was also a blow job queen. I gave blow jobs to cute guys to keep them from trying to get into my pants. I couldn't get the pill until I was 18 unless my parents signed for it and back then if you got pregnant, it was the end of the world. I would go to parties, get high, take my top off, and suck off guys while they played with my titties. It seemed to make them happy and if I couldn't swallow all their load, it would only drip on my tits and not stain my blouse. I met my present husband, I turned 18, got on the pill, and he took my cherry. Wow, fucking was sooooo much fun! Two weeks after I started fucking, I had my first 3 some with my husband's best friend. (I wanted to fuck all the time, 3 or 4 times a day if I could.) I had enjoyed men looking at me topless when I danced at parties and after fucking my husband and his friends I realized I liked showing off my pussy too. (I was insatiable. My boyfriend, now husband, couldn't keep up with my sex drive. I still am. That's why we have an open marriage.) It was about this time that my now husband took me to the beach at the point in the dunes. I had been wearing a tiny string bikini at the time but even that gave me tan lines. This beach was not a nude beach. They were few and far between back then. It was just a place that a few went to tan naked or fuck. The cops would have a good walk to get there and you could see them coming. I went there first with my boyfriend, now husband. I got naked in the sun and fucked his brains out. I was hooked! Soon I was going there with a girlfriend while my husband was working and sometimes alone. Very rarely was I caught naked. You could kind of see people coming from a long way off and cover up. I started going there a lot during the day to tan and at night to swim naked and fuck with my husband. One time at sunset, at the car a mile or so from the dunes, I took off my bikini just to drive my husband nuts and walked to the dunes naked with him. (no shoes, no clothes, no nothing, just me! I was such a hippie girl.) We passed a couple coming back on the beach. I waved and smiled and they smiled back at me. Hubby had towels and food in a big beach bag but nothing for me to put on. (I was an 18 year old hippie girl, remember?) We ate, fucked, and swam naked until nearly midnight. Several people came by but it was dark and they couldn't see us. When we walked back to the car I didn't bother to put on anything. He drove me home naked. I worked another load of cum out of his dick into my mouth in the driveway, not much after our night but enough to taste. I drained him. When I got out of the car I threw on a mini lace cover up to get in the house with. (I was glad everyone was asleep because it was completely see through.) Every so often I would go alone to the dunes to tan and sometimes a man would come walking down the beach. I would sometimes not cover up and act like he caught me naked. I ended up, over those 4 summers we lived there, giving several blow jobs. (I couldn't just leave their dicks sticking out like that could I?) I got several men to jerk off while I watched and sometimes rubbed my clit along with them. Several guys I let eat me, but I didn't fuck anyone unless my husband was with me. (That changed a few years later) I had a beautiful tan, no lines, and I learned I love guys looking at me naked. I like the effect it has on them. Now with nude beaches all over it's not the same thrill it was back then with naked women laying all over. I still tan out back by our pool when it's warm enough.