It was October of 1979, the weekend before Halloween. Back then, Halloween wasn’t the massive holiday it has grown into now. Costumes, and parties, were both fairly lame. I was visiting Kelly at college for the weekend. Her roommate, Tricia, had stayed in town for the weekend.

A friend of the girls was hosting a house party and we were all invited. Tricia went as a retail worker, wearing her vest and nametag from her job back in her hometown. Kelly was a pussy, she was clear about that: “I’m not a cat, I’m a pussy.” She wore a black ribbed bodysuit, black miniskirt, black heels, and a headband on which she had attached some black felt “ears.”

Kelly left her long dishwater blonde hair unbraided and it hung past her butt. Unless she was walking it wasn’t immediately clear that her 32F jugs were braless. By then Tricia and Kelly had become good friends. Tricia, while noticing that Kelly had “forgotten” her bra, surmised, “You probably forgot your panties too.” Kelly’s only response was a quick wink.

I, and all of the other guys at the party, didn’t bother with a costume. It was really a girl’s thing back then. The party was a Wapatuli party. I’ve since learned that means different things in different places. For us, it was a big pail that everyone poured their “admission” bottle of alcohol into. Then you’d ladle some into a cup and cut it with 7-Up or something. You’d take your first swig and yell “Wapatuli!” which helped because it was usually terrible, yet strong.

I brought my six-pack of Blatz along. After their first cup, Kelly and Tricia were giggly and feeling good. Kelly and I did not cling to each other at parties. We both liked to roam and see what we could find. Tricia actually hung with me for the first couple of hours. We did a huge amount of flirting but nothing beyond that.

The party itself was pretty low-key, definitely not a high-school make-out party. It was around midnight when I found Kelly playing euchre, a card game. She was in a small, dimly lit room that had a couch, a folding card table, three chairs, and a stereo system playing music.

I plopped down on the couch next to Kelly. She was sitting on a guy’s lap. Although euchre is a four-person game, apparently she and the owner of the lap were playing as one. I watched silently as the quick game moved along. I’ve never cared for card games, but it was interesting to watch those who were really into their game.

A hand, round, I don’t know what they call it, ended. Kelly’s team had won. Kelly introduced me to Kent, her lap partner, and across the table, Dennis, their teammate. Kent and Dennis were roommates and best buds. I was a bit perplexed when Kelly gave me her “look.”

Kelly had a look that combined slightly raised eyebrows with her eyes looking straight up rolling from left to right. To some folks, it was taken as “Oh boy,” as in good grief. But Kelly usually used it as a signal to me that she had a cock inside of her.

When I sat down there were probably three feet between us. They had a card table in front of them. I didn’t. Other than seeing her on Kent’s lap, which wasn’t anything odd, I watched the play on the table and hadn’t focused on anything under the table.

The few words spoken between Kelly and me made it clear that we knew each other, not that we were dating. I remember that Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours album was playing. I was the one closest to the stereo, and not playing cards, so I got up to flip the record over. It gave me a moment to observe, discreetly, Kent and Kelly.

Kent didn’t have his hands on Kelly, yet they were sitting unusually still. Kelly’s legs were to the inside and Kent’s were to the outside. And then Kelly leaned forward to sweep some cards from the center of the table. She lifted herself off of his lap slightly and then dropped back onto Kent with a plop and his eyes closed for a moment. No shit?

The way her skirt was covering his lap, there was nothing to see. His hands were on the couch next to him, totally innocent looking.

Here is what Kelly told me later that night:

Another couple was trying to get a foursome for a game. Kelly loved playing cards and she was in. Kent had been flirting with her but Dennis was the card player. Kent said he wanted to learn. Kelly ended up on his lap while he “learned.”

Except, instead of “learning” a lump kept growing larger in his jeans. Of course, the fact that Kelly was subtly wigging on that lump just made it even bigger. Kelly and Dennis were winning non-stop and had a couple of different couples come through to challenge them.

Kent got brave and slipped one hand under Kelly’s skirt. Kelly spread her knees, pushing his further apart. Kent quickly found the snaps of her bodysuit. Another wiggle from Kelly and he took his cue and quietly unsnapped each of the three.

Kelly heard Kent suck in a deep breath as his fingers discovered a very warm, very wet, and very hairless pussy greeting them. Kelly was nonetheless very focused on her game. She was letting Kent touch and feel and play around in her slit. She was not going to let him finger fuck her and bring her to a screaming orgasm in front of strangers, at least not that early in the evening!

Kent played nice. He gently rubbed his fingers up and down her slit. Kelly was heading for cloud nine. His fingers felt very, very good and she knew her slit was flowing a small stream of lube. Kent inadvertently brushed her clit and Kelly got a dirty look from Dennis for a bonehead move that cost them a point. Kelly gently clamped her knees together.

She had been leaning forward throughout the game to reach the center of the table. Kelly was only five-two and the couch was awkward seating. She felt Kent’s hand moving around as she lifted her butt up a little. His belt. Next time, his zipper. More zipper. Opening his fly. Pushing his briefs down. It took a long time and Kelly didn’t make it easy for him.

After probably a half-hour’s worth of movement with one final lift and voila! Kent had very stealthily released his cock. Kelly had enjoyed the game of get-out-your-cock even more than euchre.

It was several minutes that Kelly’s hot, wet slit sat on top of Kent’s hot, hard cock which she’d trapped. She could feel it throbbing in her slit. And then Kelly had to lean forward again. She felt his cock slowly rise the further her pussy lifted and gave it room. At the exact right moment, Kelly plopped onto Kent’s lap and impaled herself with a cock that was blazing hot, somewhat fatter, and somewhat longer than my standard-issue six-inch dick.

Kelly took charge and slowly worked her kegel muscles, grabbing and releasing his cock. Kent behaved and kept his hands on the couch. Every five or ten minutes Kelly would lean forward and then slide back down his cock. Kent’s cock would twitch for a couple of minutes after. The feeling of his cock throbbing would send a fresh squirt of lube into her hole.

They had been engaged in their surreptitious fuck for probably half an hour when I showed up and sat on the couch. Kelly’s cunt was still sopping wet. Kent’s cock was as hard as granite. Kelly was using her cunt to massage his cock as I sat next to them.

I had gotten up a second time to flip the record back to side one. Kelly leaned forward. I watched her drop down. This time Kent’s hands quickly went under her skirt. He firmly grabbed both of her hips, leaned forward into her back, then he let out a loud, fairly fake cough. And then quickly a second and then a third.

As soon as Kelly had dropped back down she felt his cock throb hard. She knew he was going to cum. She felt his dick throb on each squirt. And throb. And throb. And throb. Kelly got confused. She knew she was on her third cup of Wapatuli, but she also knew she felt his strong throbs go on for far longer than any normal orgasm.

'Good grief,' she thought to herself, 'is he pumping a gallon of cum inside of me?' I sat on the couch as the other couple of players licked their wounds and left. Kelly glanced at me and I knew he’d cum. His hands were still under her skirt. Dennis said something about getting a drink. I said the same and left the dim room. I caught a slight whiff of cum as I got up.

Kelly said they were alone in the room for a few minutes. Kent badly wanted to maul her tits. Kelly let him tug her bodysuit out from her skirt. Her nipples were firm as Kent mashed her boobs and twisted her nipples. Kelly tucked the bottom of her bodysuit up and inside to try to make it look like a normal shirt when she would eventually get up.

I found Trisha standing in a hallway. She looked me up and down and then said, “What has you so worked up?” I looked at her confused. She slapped at my crotch and I realized I had a full staff hard-on making a tent in my jeans.

I told her the truth. “Sometimes Kelly gets me worked up.” There was an immediate heat and tension between us. Tricia was only five feet tall, so it was a trip as my lips made their way down my six-four frame. She tippy-toed to meet me and we locked up hard. A minute later and she hopped up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I held her up by her butt.

I discovered that Tricia had a small tongue. In some weird way, it made it even sexier. People excused themselves as they walked past us. I don’t know how long we danced in each other’s mouths, but my arms had gone numb when I had to set her down. She looked at me with her big brown eyes and said, “I better hear you fucking tonight. Make it loud.”

With that, Tricia scampered away. I tried to adjust my cock, which had left my jeans with a wet spot. I found myself in the kitchen. A skinny blonde, who introduced herself as Jodi, locked eyes with me. After she introduced herself, she draped her arms around my neck and sent her tongue on a recon mission through my mouth to my toes. Jodi was tall and thin and we stood there and Frenched each other for who knows how long.

A few other people entered the private space that Kelly and Kent had been enjoying. Kent immediately got his hand out of Kelly’s shirt. Kelly adjusted the bottom of her top, pushed the table forward a bit, and then stood up. Kent’s dick slid out of course, but it was followed by the gallon of cum that Kelly had suspected. Plenty of it landed on Kent’s lap, but Kelly was in a hurry and most of it was running down her thighs.

Kelly made a beeline for the bathroom, but it was occupied and she had to wait for a minute. By the time she got in there, cum had trailed all the way down to her shoes. She got herself reasonably wiped up before she sat down for a thunderous Wapatuli release.

Kelly was shocked when the door opened and Dennis walked in. He was in such a rush that he was all the way into the room before realizing it was occupied. They both looked at each other dumbfounded when Kelly said, “at least lock the door now.”

Dennis turned and locked the door and then turned back and watched the seated Kelly finish her business. “So, you and Kent huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve known Kent since third grade. You guys fucked right in front of me.”

“Well, what can I say, you busted us. And no, we’re not a thing. Just having fun at a party.” Kelly flushed and then ran the faucet to wash her hands. Dennis stepped up and opened his jeans, fully exposing his cock  and hairy balls to Kelly standing next to him. Kelly was impressed. It was a fatty just like Kent’s. It looked half-hard and Dennis seemed to struggle to try to get a flow going. As Kelly turned and stared at his dick it just continued to grow, making his hopes of taking a leak diminish.

Dennis asked, “Do you want to just have some more fun at a party?” Kelly hadn’t yet snapped up her bodysuit or put her skirt back on. Dennis stroked his cock a few times and it was seven inches of thick, hard man-meat.

“Sure. Be quick,” Kelly said as she leaned onto the vanity and pushed her butt out. Dennis stepped behind her and flipped her bodysuit up onto her back, then ran his tip up and down her slit a couple of times. Kelly was soaked again. Dennis pushed deep on the first stroke. Kelly lost her breath.

All they could hear was the sound of his groin slapping Kelly’s little bubble butt. Kelly started to quietly moan. The fuck with Kent was fun but left her completely unfulfilled. She realized a hard fucking was exactly what she needed. Kelly bit her lip as she came, trying hard to keep quiet. Hearing her cum drove Dennis to slam his cock even harder.

Dennis pushed Kelly’s top past her boobs and they flew wildly as Dennis grabbed at them. He got a nipple in each hand and held them tight as her tits flew around constrained by only the nipples. Dennis was a fun fuck she thought. He gathered her hair and grabbed it with one hand and tugged her head back, as though he’d grabbed the reins.

He pulled Kelly further up and watched her boobs shaking through the mirror. Kelly reached behind and dug her claws into his ass and spurred him to fuck her harder. A moment before Kelly had her second orgasm, someone knocked on the door. Kelly came harder, and louder, knowing they had an audience.

“I’m close!”

“Don’t cum in me, I just got cleaned up. I’ll swallow you.”

Must have been the magic words! Dennis yanked out and helped Kelly spin as she dropped. She deep-throated Dennis just as he erupted into her throat with a groan. Another knock on the door. Dennis stepped back and zipped up his still-hard cock. “Go ahead and unlock the door,” Kelly said.

Dennis unlocked the door and stepped aside as a girl rushed in. Dennis stepped out and locked the door behind him. The girl was pretty blitzed and at first, didn’t even notice Kelly. She saw her snapping up her bodysuit. “Did you guys fuck?!”

Kelly ignored her and slipped on her skirt. A quick check in the mirror and Kelly exited. She nearly bumped into Tricia. “I was looking for you. Are you ready to go?” They found me in the next room and we walked a couple of blocks to their apartment. We were all thinking so loudly it was probably waking the birds, but no one spoke.

I started to undress as soon as Tricia opened the door. I left a trail to Kelly’s room and only had on my briefs when I closed the door. Kelly just flopped onto her back on the bed. She was pretty lit. I tugged her legs into the air and pulled her body close to the edge of the bed. I rested her heels on my shoulders as I pulled down her jeans and unsnapped her bodysuit. I teased her clit with the tip of my cock. I pushed her to the edge and didn’t stop. Kelly let out an, “Oh, fuck!” from my slick head taunting her clit.

I had no idea she’d fucked Dennis and only knew about Kent from what I’d observed. Kelly loved to tease me about other girls, and that night I turned the tables. In the midst of my aggressive fucking, I made Kelly loudly confess how she fucked Kent and how his cock felt inside her. She loved to tell me about how he kept cumming and cumming and what a huge mess of splooge her left her with.

I made her describe his cock in detail. “How hard was it?” and, “How fat was it?” Or, “How much cum? Really?” I could hear Tricia cumming in the next room.

I’ve learned with Kelly over the years that it’s always worth a little extra fishing. “Who else did you fuck?”

“Nobody,” would have been an easy answer. Instead, Tricia and I got to hear about her fucking Dennis. Again, I pressed for details. Kelly chuckled at how much he seemed to enjoy watching her tits shaking everywhere. She loved that he made her cum twice (I was at three by that point and nowhere near done with her).

She liked having his cock in her mouth as he came. Louder. Yeah. Tricia came again. “Who else did you fuck tonight?”

“Only you. I promise.”

“How do you like my cock?” About halfway through our game I flipped her over, climbed onto the backs of her thighs, and plunged in deep. She could barely get out what she was enjoying as I was destroying her cunt. Her “oh, fuck’s” turned into a nearly full-on scream as Kelly came with a blast and soaked my balls, her legs, her sheets, and the mattress. I laid flat on her back and humped my ass up and down as I filled her cunt to overflowing. I rolled over once I was empty.

Kelly was asleep within a minute. A few minutes later I got up to go pee. As I came out of the bathroom, Tricia was standing in her bedroom doorway. Naked. Her cute little B cups were just as I imagined. Her fuzzy little cunt was what I’d imagined was down there.

“Sounds like you enjoyed yourself,” I said.

“Not as much as you!”

“Oh, I don’t know. I only got off once. You, what, two? Three?”

“Two. And thank you very much.”

By then we were tangled in an embrace and my middle finger had worked its way into her tight little pussy. “Let’s make it three.”

“I have to lie down.” I picked her up and laid her on her bed and fingered her as we resumed our Frenching game. It only took a few short minutes before her legs shook and her knees pulled into the air. We kept our mouths locked together and I swallowed her orgasm.

I kissed Tricia good night and went to bed with Kelly.