It was late March 1985, and I was home from college on Spring Break. Not the fun in the sun type of things kids today do on spring break, I was home working. While home I’d see family and friends and make some cash for the home stretch of college until summer.

On Friday night I had plans to meet a few friends at a local hotel bar. This was a bar we had been going to for three years, just before we were of legal drinking age. The lounge featured a band on Friday nights and drew a good crowd, mainly the under forty group.

We were able to get a table in a prime spot. There were five of us this evening. My buddies Dave, Bill, Greg, his wife Mary, and myself. We were on our second drink when two beautiful older women walked into the bar. I boastfully proclaimed to the table, “I’m going to fuck the blonde tonight.” Everyone laughed.

The blonde was five-ten tall, with a great body, with blue eyes. Her friend was a cute curvy brunette, with brown eyes, and about five-six in height. These two ladies were dressed to catch a man’s eye. They sat at a table on the other side of the bar from us.

After two or three songs I told my friends I was going to ask the blonde to dance. Much to their surprise, I was soon on the dance floor with this sexy woman. After two songs we returned to her table where she introduced me to her sister, Debbie. I ordered a round of cocktails for the table and we chatted a bit.

The blonde, Cindy, wanted to dance more, but whispered in my ear, “Can you get one of your friends to dance with my sister?” I nodded.

I glanced over at the table seeing the two single guys, Bill and Dave. Thinking I had a good chance to get laid this evening I figured I better make a great pick. Bill was a year younger than me, good-looking, with blond hair, well dressed, and studying to be a dentist. He was also known to be a ladies’ man. Dave was shorter, a dorky computer geek, nervous around women, with no style, but a funny guy.

I waved at the table and signaled Bill to come join us. As he joined the table I made the introductions and suggested we hit the dance floor. We’d alternate dancing, short kisses, drinking, dancing, etc. During our conversations, Bill and I learned that they were both divorced and that their exes took their kids (all cousins) camping for the weekend.

At one point Dave, who drove us from his apartment, came over and said he was leaving since we bailed him. I hadn’t even noticed that Greg and Mary had already left. Bill and I told him we’d get a ride home somehow.

An hour or so later the band announced that this was their final song. Cindy said, “Why don’t we all go back to my place.” Soon the four of us piled into what I can only recall as a small two-door hatchback. I rode shotgun with Cindy driving while Bill and Debbie were making out during the short drive.

When we entered the home, I noticed pictures all over the living room of Cindy and a man, and several kids. When I asked a simple question she confessed, “We’re both married, but the dads really do have the kids out camping.” Bill and I looked at each other and I’m pretty sure the cartoon thought bubble above his head read, “These older women are hot and horny. Damn, right we’re going to fuck them!”

Debbie grabbed Bill’s hand and lead him down the hallway. Cindy and I were making out in the kitchen and I am grinding into her against the kitchen counter. She soon tells me to follow her into the master bedroom. As soon as we entered the room she told me, “Help me strip the bed.” I soon realize that what I thought was a large California King bed is really an old seventies waterbed. I’m wondering, “Why are we taking off the sheets?”

We finished stripping the bedding off and before I knew it, she is squirting Hawaiian Tropic Suntan Oil on the bed. It was now a slip and slide! We stripped down and she rubbed my body down with oil and tells me to do the same to her. I was happy to do this as this thirty-seven-year-old MILF had an amazing body for having two kids.

After sliding onto the waterbed, I was eager to eat her pussy, but Cindy had other things in mind. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast,” she said. She then went down on my cock and licked from the head all the down to my balls, and then back up again. She flicked her tongue on the ridge of my large mushroom head sending shivers throughout my body. Then without notice, she took my six fat inches into her mouth and deep-throated me, gagging as she bobbed up and down.

Much of the evening is a blur due to the amount of booze we all drank that night. I recall jackhammering Cindy in the missionary position as we slid on the waterbed. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. OH FUCK!” she yelled as she hit her first orgasm of the long evening.

With her pussy clamping down on my cock I knew I was about to summit the mountain. Since I was not wearing a condom, I mumbled something about “I’m going to pull out and cum.”

Cindy instantly replied, “No, cum in my pussy!”

As I did, I grunted like a neanderthal caveman, “Aaggghhhhh!” and I collapsed next to the blonde babe. I think I fell asleep, or passed out, but was woken up minutes later as Cindy was stroking me. Being that I was still twenty-three years old I was hard quickly.

“I’m going to ride you like a cowgirl at a rodeo,” she proclaimed. She climbed atop my body and slid my dick into her cum filled pussy. I sucked on her tits as she leaned forward and took her time going slow on my meat stick.

The harder I sucked her 36D tits the more she moaned. I believe she was at the edge because Cindy sat up and begin grinding into me with my cock deep inside her. This variation of cowgirl gave me the chance to rub her tits and pinch her nipples. “Jesus Christ, that feels good,” she softly moaned.

As Cindy ground into me I was thrusting from the bottom position. “Hard and fast, right?” I asked.

“Yes, just like this. Fuck me hard and fast,” Cindy said. As I continued to drive my manhood deep into her honey box, she again started to breathe heavily, and she looked me eye to eye and told me, “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum. Pinch my nipples!”

As I did, she orgasmed almost instantly. This caused me to shoot my hot sticky man spunk deep into her pussy for the second time in less than thirty minutes.

Cindy and I lay there in a sweaty oily mess. Soon we heard Debbie’s voice from down the hall, “Holy shit, you two are loud!” Debbie and Bill walked into the master bedroom naked. The four of us talked a bit when Debbie said, “OK, let’s switch.”

What. The. Fuck. Did she just way we’re going to switch partners? I look at Bill, he’s looking at me, and we both just grinned. For a second, I thought I was in the middle of a classic 1980’s Penthouse Forum letter.

Cindy replied, “Great idea. You’re going to enjoy Scott!”

Before I knew what happened Debbie and I are making out of the waterbed and next to me are Bill & Cindy doing the same. Knowing Bill had most likely left a jizz deposit in the cum bank of Debbie, I had no desire to eat pussy. She climbed on top of me and we were kissing and fucking very slowly.

I look over and Bill is slowly thrusting into Cindy in missionary. I think to myself, “This is unreal. No one is going to believe it.” I kind of start laughing and raise my hand and Bill and I slap a high five.

Debbie and I could have fucked for three minutes or thirty, I honestly don’t recall. What I do remember was taking a shower with Cindy that night before sleeping in another room with a normal bed. I tried to bend her over the bathroom counter and enter her from the rear, but she told me it was time to get some sleep.

The next thing I recall is waking up thinking, “Fuck, I’m hungover like a dog.” The sun is shining in through the bedroom window and I can tell I’m in a young boy’s bedroom. I hear talking down the hallway. I slowly get out of bed and stumble down the hallway following the voices.

When I turned the corner I found Bill, Debbie, and Cindy sitting at the kitchen table, naked, all drinking coffee. “Sleeping fucking beauty!” Bill joked.

I sat at the remaining chair as one of the ladies poured me a cup of java. Over the next fifteen minutes, we all sort of put the pieces together of the night before. Soon Debbie said she needed to get going and she’d give Bill and me a ride to our friends.

Twenty minutes later Debbie drops us off at Dave’s place, surprisingly close to Cindy’s house. As we walked into the duplex Dave shared with another friend, Tim, they were both on the couch watching college basketball.

Dave shouted, “What the fuck happened to you two?”

As Bill starts to tell them about the waterbed and the suntan oil Dave and Tim started calling bullshit. I walk over to the guys, bend over, and tell them to smell my hair.

“No fucking way,” Dave exclaimed. “Coconut oil? Are you serious? You guys boned each chick?”

Calmly Bill tells him, “Yes, and we even high-fived on the waterbed.”

Tim chimed in, “Wait, you two were fucking two women side by side on the same bed?”

I had to correct Tim, “No, on the same waterbed with suntan oil.”

This story was quickly known among our tight group of friends as the “Hawaiian Tropic Night.” As often happens, people talk, and years later, when Bill and I were both married, our wives got us matching Hawaiian Tropic t-shirts for joke Christmas presents at a group party.

While I live in another state now, when I do visit my hometown, I can see the Hilton from the interstate and always have a smile on my face and wonder what happened to the two sisters.

The End