It was Labor Day weekend of 1979. Kelly and I were nineteen and she would soon start her sophomore year of college. Patrick and Yvonne were our best friends in the world. Since we’d first swapped partners a couple of years prior we had become regular sex partners, especially Patrick and Kelly. Yvonne typically had to be “in the mood.” Kelly, however, was always ready for sex and loved nothing more than having two cocks willing to service her.

Patrick’s family had a long history of spending the holiday weekend at a cabin that had been his grandparents. His dad and his uncles now owned the place and Labor Day was a big family party. Patrick was taking Yvonne and invited Kelly and me to join them. His older sisters, who were a couple of real bitches, would be there with their husbands. From one family of cousins were Alan (twenty-five) and Keith (seventeen) with his girlfriend Rachel (sixteen). The third family of cousins didn’t have anyone near our ages.

We took along a tent for the four of us, as the cabin was way out of space. The weekend before we were to leave, Yvonne backed out. Her folks had moved to California and her mom was unexpectedly going to be in town on business. While we all expressed remorse she couldn't join us, we also knew it would be a guaranteed weekend of screwing. The three of us had all taken a camping trip the previous summer and Kelly kept Patrick’s and my balls drained the entire weekend.

We made the hour-long trip Saturday morning and spent the day on the river (it was riverfront property) boating, swimming, drinking, eating, and enjoying just general family insanity. A plan was made for a group of us to spend Sunday night camping on a sandbar in the river. Who was actually going was a roster that seemed to change by the hour?

That Saturday night ended with a big campfire and lots of fun, story-telling, and drinking. Patrick, Kelly, and I retired to our tent around two a.m. There were a couple of other tents set up in the yard to accommodate the crowd. Kelly had been feeling squirrelly all day. I’d busted her numerous times practically drooling over Alan in his tight Speedo swimsuit. Alan was about as bashful wearing his swimsuit as Kelly had been wearing hers.

Alan was a handsome dude that looked like he was carrying a trout in his suit, a fact that one of his uncles had enjoyed teasing him about throughout the day. Alan blew it off and was justifiably proud of his prominent equipment. I had also noticed Rachel and Patrick’s sisters checking out his package.

Kelly was five-foot-two with a huge 32F set of hooters topped with nice pink areolae and nipples that would look like red peanut M&M’s when played with. Yvonne had shaved Kelly’s pussy the very first time for her a couple of years prior and Kelly had kept it bare during the summer ever since. She was graced with long legs for her frame and a gorgeous little bubble butt.

Kelly had extremely long dishwater blonde hair that hung down to just below her ass. That weekend she had it in pigtails. Long and straight on each side with her hair gathered in a pair of leather wraps that were maybe three inches long. To me, it made her look like an Indian Maiden.

That Saturday Kelly was wearing a bikini. Kelly only owned bikinis that really showed off her body. Back then, affordable bikinis only came in one size for both top and bottom. Kelly’s butt was a ‘small’ which meant the top fought for its life to cover her tits.

That bikini was a low hip-hugger style that tied at the sides. It was so low in front that it was clear she didn’t have a huge seventies-style fur-burger. The backside came just above her ass-crack. The top was triangle cups with string ties. The triangles were carefully placed for areola coverage and had boobs spilling out all three sides of each triangle. The bottom was black and the top was bright blue.

I had caught Patrick’s uncles, as well as his brothers-in-law, all ogling her tits and ass. When she would come out of the water her nipples looked like they would rip right through her top. Kelly had caught them ogling too and would just sway her hips and bounce her boobs a little bit more.

Patrick was a year younger than Kelly and me. He and I had worn swimsuits that did not show off our dicks. Mine was a straight-ass normal six-inch cock. Patrick’s was maybe an inch shorter but his curved toward the sky and was shaped like a banana. Kelly loved it because in the right position his tip rubbed the hell out of her G-spot.

Patrick, Kelly, and I were in our tent for the night. It was hot as hell out and we were just laying on top of our sleeping bags. We were all pissing and moaning about the heat. Patrick whispered to Kelly that she’d be more comfortable if she removed her suit. She untied her bottoms, then the top, and then tossed them toward a corner.

A few minutes later, Kelly rolled to her side and offered her backside to Patrick. He stroked his banana hard and then dipped it into Kelly’s slit. Kelly does not have one of those tight little peaches that need a can-opener. She has full labia that swell even more when she’s fucked. Her lips are wide open and you can even see her clit if she’s standing naked right in front of you.

Kelly bent over from her hips and sucked my cock into her mouth. I was half asleep and limp. Kelly loved to mouth a limp cock and feel it swell to full hardness in her mouth. We were all trying to be as quiet as mice. Alan, Keith, Rachel, and Mark, one of Patrick’s uncles, and his wife were sleeping in the other two tents. Pretty soon we heard his uncle sawing logs.

Kelly couldn’t help but cum and she tried to keep it muffled by keeping my cock in her mouth. Patrick picked up the pace, trying to get his rocks off. Kelly came a second time and that time some noises escaped from her mouth. Patrick didn’t want to leave her with a messy cunt in the tent so he grabbed her shoulder. Kelly took the hint and spun around just in time to catch him in her mouth. She swallowed his load and then gave him a big sloppy kiss.

Her butt was facing my way so I shoved my cock into her twat and went for broke to pop my load. Kelly came twice as I grabbed her hips and fucked the hell out of her. Patrick kept her lip-locked and tried to swallow both orgasms, but again some quiet noises were being made. I have to admit some of those had come from me.

Her pussy felt incredibly good that night. I probably ‘whispered’, “I’m going to cum!” louder than I realized. Kelly spun again and swallowed my huge wad. Minutes later, fucked and satisfied, we all fell asleep.

We took our trip through the line the next morning for pancakes and sausages and then went out and sat around the fire ring to eat. For a couple of minutes, it was just Patrick, Kelly, Alan, and me. Alan said, “Sounded like you guys had a good time last night.” We just played it off and agreed that we all slept well.

Alan was one of those guys that could be at once charming and kind of a dick. “No, it sounded like the fun was before anyone slept. I could swear I heard a woman moaning in there.” He was looking right at Kelly with a huge grin. Kelly’s face was beyond beet red. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a natural thing. With a body like yours who could blame him?” Alan said.

Just then Rachel and Keith arrived. Rachel knew she walked into something and could see Kelly was embarrassed. Keith was oblivious.

Around ten, once it was hot out, everyone got back into swimsuits. Kelly, Patrick, and I waded into the river. Before long Patrick and I were tossing a football. Alan, Keith, and Rachel joined in. I saw Alan was working on Kelly as a lion culls a lone zebra from the herd.

“That was you that I heard cum wasn’t it?” Kelly had her moment when she was caught off guard. After that though, she was expecting it from him.

“Sure was. Four times I think?”

“Wow, the Big Guy is that good?”

“Well, yeah, actually he is. They both are.”

“Both?”

“Yeah. I have needs.”

Alan’s eyes bugged out as he dropped his hand onto Kelly’s ass. Kelly was belly-deep in the water so no one noticed. Alan’s demeanor had quickly changed from dick to a charming flirt. I could see they wadded out a bit further. Kelly was nearly up to her neck. Alan had slid her top’s triangles aside and was playing with her nipples.

Alan was again wearing his Speedo. Kelly had fished out his cock. Later, she told me it was big, probably seven inches long and her thumb and index finger could barely quite close around its girth. Someone from shore yelled out to all of us that they were taking the pontoon boat out for a ride. The four of us playing football started heading toward the dock. I called over to Kelly. It was obvious she’d not heard the announcement. By then, Alan had a couple of fingers in her pussy and she’d jacked him ever-so-close to cumming.

Kelly ditched Alan and followed us to shore. She reached out for my hand and whispered up my shoulder (I’m six-feet-four), “Alan’s going to have a hard time getting out of the water with that little Speedo of his. He’s very fascinated by my shaved pussy.”

We loaded onto the pontoon, settled in, and were about to shove off as Alan ran down the dock, jumped aboard, and quickly sat down. I couldn’t help but notice he had a half-limp cock as large as my own hardon lying sideways in his Speedo.

Rachel was sitting next to me. She was also wearing a bikini. It was bright green and pretty much the same style as Kelly’s but it was doing a better job of providing her coverage than was Kelly’s. Rachel’s shoulder-length hair had a tinge of red in it and she was covered from forehead to toes to fingertips with zillions of tiny freckles. Rachel was a slim girl, slim hips, barely B-cup boobs, and she was about five-foot-seven.

Once I took the time to really notice her, I thought she was sexy as hell. Something about those freckles got me going. Kelly was sitting out front between Patrick and Keith. Keith was quiet as he tried to be discrete while he was checking out Kelly’s body from behind his shades. Alan and his uncle Mark were sitting across from them. Neither was trying to be discrete. Neither was Alan’s dad, Michael, who was piloting the boat.

Rachel and I were on the bench behind the driver, under the canopy where she said she needed to sit to avoid sunburn. Before long she was letting me slather her up with sunscreen. She was softly mewing as I rubbed her from her ears to her toes. She turned and sat on the seat facing me as I rubbed her from her knees down. Her eyes were glued to my crotch and she was teasing my cock through my trunks with her toes. Dang! That little girl was a mover. She had me rock hard in no time.

After she was covered in sunscreen, I tossed a beach towel across my lap. No one seemed to be looking our way. Rachel took the bait and slipped her hand under the towel and reached up the leg of my suit. She played around with my cock and balls until I was hard. She was giving me a handjob within ten or fifteen feet of her boyfriend, his brother, cousin, and his dad. I kept my eyes locked on the crowd at the front of the boat.

Kelly had turned onto her back and was laying with her head in Patrick’s lap and had her legs draped across Keith’s crotch. She was wearing her sunglasses. She stretched her arms out way above her head. That act of stretching tugged her boobs such that both nipples popped out of her top. When she put her arms back down, the fabric was caught on her stiff nipples and it left them both exposed. Damn that girl was smooth!

The way all of the men on the boat were silent and just staring said everything. Then she lowered one foot to the deck, spreading her knees. It was clearly obvious that she was hairless. The wet fabric of her suit clung to her labia (Kelly had a couple of suits where she had removed the crotch lining so they would cling to her lips, this was one of them). A thin strip of bare labia was visible of both sides of the gusset of her suit. As close as he was, Keith could probably make out the outline of her clit.

Later she told me that Keith’s cock was as hard as a piece of pipe and huge. She kept one leg both covering it up for him and gently rubbing it to keep it stiff for her. Patrick also had a hardon poking her in the back of her head. She would occasionally look over at Alan and saw that he had placed his foot on the bench and was using his thigh to try to hide his huge hardon from his uncle next to him. She was pretty sure she saw a lump in his uncle Mark’s suit also. Alan eventually laid a T-shirt across his lap. Classic Kelly! Making every dick in the area stiff.

It was all perfect cover for Rachel and I. For being only sixteen, she was surprisingly good at stroking a cock, and shockingly bold for grabbing me in the first place. Her attitude and skills reminded me of a younger Kelly! I didn’t want to hold out. Her soft little hand felt so good. She used her thumb to focus on my frenulum. She took me over the edge and I pumped a huge load right into her hand. She held me until I went soft and then wiped her handful into the towel.

Just a minute later Michael, the driver, announced that we were going to drop anchor at a sandbar. Kelly was the first one up. She bent over at the waist to get on her sandals, aiming her ass at everyone except Patrick (he had a view into the canyon between her boobs). Her suit climbed far inside her crack and exposed both butt cheeks.

She probably saved Keith from anyone noticing the log in his suit. Alan quickly turned and dove over the side of the boat. Keith was right behind him. The rest of the guys followed, praying for the cool water to ease their problems.

Kelly and Rachel were the last ones on the boat. I saw Kelly talking to Rachel. Kelly softly spoke, “I saw you took care of the Big Guy. Thank you so much! He really is a hell of a guy. I did my best to keep the rest of the guys occupied so you two could have a minute.”

Rachel was gob-smacked. “Umm… Thank you? I hope I didn’t cross a line.”

Kelly replied, “Are you kidding? I hope he gets to fuck you some time. Just like I want to fuck all of these guys,” as she gestured to us fools splashing around in the river. At that, Kelly jumped in the water and Rachel followed.

Twenty minutes or so later, Patrick and Alan convinced Kelly they needed to explore the sand bar. Fifty feet or so from the water the sand bar was covered with scrub. There were trails worn down to the sand all around. Once they were out of sight from the rest of us Patrick quietly asked Kelly if she was up for a quickie. Kelly snickered and said, “You know you don’t need to ask me that. And if you’re asking for Alan, I can’t wait to see that log of his.” Kelly said it loud enough that Alan heard her.

Patrick reached out for Kelly’s shoulders. She bent forward, released his dick and started sucking his cock. Alan untied her suit bottoms and worked his getting-hard-fast seven-inches up and down her slit. “Dang, girl! Are you always this horny?” Alan asked.

She paused and replied simply, “I like to fuck.” She was soon sopping wet and Alan worked on stuffing his sausage inside of her. Kelly came after his first few full strokes. Alan had a hard-on for her for the previous half an hour (at least she knew of that long, maybe since the night before?).

He didn’t last long before he pulled his fat cock out and shot his load up her back. She felt the first spurt land between her shoulder blades. Patrick decided to join the decorating fun. He pulled out of her mouth. Kelly knelt in front of him and Patrick splatted her chest with his load. Patrick helped her get her bottoms tied back on.

It wasn’t too long before those three reappeared from the brush. Alan and Patrick scattered for the river. Kelly hung around at the shoreline with Mark, Patrick’s youngest uncle. He was sixteen years younger than Patrick’s dad and was around thirty. As Kelly stood there talking to him he was staring at her chest. Kelly turned to look at us in the river and by doing so she casually showed him her back. She knew full well that Mark quickly deciphered two cum loads on her.

“What did you guys find back there on the trail?”

“Come with me. I’ll show you.” Kelly walked him to where she’d been fucked minutes earlier. She pulled her top open letting her nipples out for some sun. She untied her bottom and let it drop to the sand. “They found these,” she said as she lifted her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She slid her hands down her torso to her bare pussy and used both hands to spread open her wet lips, “and this.”

Mark was drooling over her body. Kelly was as horny as ever. Nothing could make her want more cock than having been already fucked. She was in a zone that day and wanted all the cock she could get. She could see Mark’s boner pitch a big tent in his swimsuit. She could also sense that he was struggling with a decision.

Kelly dropped to her knees and made the decision for him. She pulled down his suit and released a cock that looked just like Alan’s – as long and as thick. Kelly licked her lips and slowly started to swallow his monster. She kept moving forward until her nose touched his pubic bone. She slowly backed out, took another deep breath and swallowed him again.

After eight or ten strokes she felt like Mark wouldn’t last much longer. Kelly pulled away, turned with her butt facing him, bent over at the waist, and placed her hands on her thighs. She looked over her shoulder at him and said, “I thought we came over here to fuck. You better hurry up before they miss us.” She played it just right. His little head was doing all of his thinking.

Mark slid right in. He held onto her hips and humped her ass. He untied the knot behind her neck letting her top fall open and he reached under and played with her tits. “What the fuck?” Kelly and Mark both jumped. Michael, Alan and Keith’s dad stood there open-mouthed watching them fuck.

Mark had always been the black sheep of their family. He looked at his brother and said, “I suggest you get over here and enjoy some of this.” Michael, on the other hand, was the goody-two-shoes. He just looked at them. Mark was back to fucking Kelly at full speed. “Duh! No one will tell your wife.”

Michael stepped toward Kelly’s face. “Are you fucking serious?” he asked her. She reached for him and pushed his swimsuit down. Dang! She knew where Alan got it. His cock was about the same size. The sight of a third big slab of meat combined with Mark’s fucking got Kelly off. Michael was amazed when Kelly deep-throated him. He acted as though he was in some sort of a daze.

Mark fucked her quickly to a second orgasm and he was there himself. He pulled out his cock and added a second load to Kelly’s back. Kelly could tell Michael was getting too close. She found herself wondering if he’d ever been deep-throated before? She pulled off of his dick.

“Would you like to fuck me?” Kelly spun around and offered him her cunt.

“Really, I can’t do this,” Michael said. Kelly grabbed Mark’s hips to hang onto and she wiggled her ass at Michael. “Fuck, we’re all crazy.” And with that, he shoved his big cock into Kelly’s open cunt. Kelly came within just a few strokes, just as she had from Alan’s huge prick.

She could just tell that Michael’s mind was blown by fucking a teenager that he’d been perving over. Michael didn’t pull out. He stayed in her cunt and fucked her until he pumped a huge hot sticky load up her vagina. His rock-hard cock took Kelly over the edge and she moaned out an orgasm as she came along with him.

Kelly, Mark, and Michael soon reappeared by the boat. Patrick, Alan and I were still horsing around in the river. Patrick had told me Kelly had taken care of them. It dawned on each of us separately. Yet, one by one, we each realized that, yes indeed, the uncles had also boned Kelly. Kelly looked freshly fucked; from the smirk on her face to her hip-swinging gait. Michael and Mark were both trying to adjust their not-yet-limp cocks in their suits.

They joined us in the river. All eyes were on Kelly while she was washing cum off her chest and back and out of her twat. We were tossing the football but no one was catching it as they stared.

Keith and Rachel had wandered away from the group quite a while ago. The rest of us were ready to head out and climbed aboard the boat. Michael called out for Keith. He and Rachel reappeared from some brush further up the river. Keith looking guilty as hell. They swam to the boat and climbed up the ladder. I winked at Rachel. She winked back. She got laid. You could tell that Michael wanted to say something about it. Mark looked at him and broke out laughing.

We pulled up anchor and headed back to the cabin arriving in time to not be on the shit list of the ladies who’d prepared lunch. We spent the early part of the afternoon hanging out around the cabin with the whole group. Michael and Mark could barely control themselves. They were perving on Kelly every chance they had. If they thought no one was watching they’d grab her ass or pinch a nipple.

Kelly had no problem with it. She was still horny as hell. Apparently, four cocks weren’t enough. I obviously had no issue. If those crazy fucks were willing to take such risks, that was their problem. Mark caught her alone for a minute inside the cabin and quickly slipped a finger inside her bikini bottoms and then inside of her pussy. Kelly was disappointed that it came out just as quickly when they heard someone open the front door.

Late in the afternoon we were getting gear together for spending the night on a sandbar and started to load it onto the speedboat. Mark was trying to make the case to his wife that he should come along as our chaperone. Wives aren’t stupid. She’d followed his eyeballs all afternoon. There was no way he was going to be out of her sight for an overnight around Kelly.

Michael knew that he’d already won the lottery by fucking Kelly. He also figured that Alan probably had as well. And he further realized that as a parent he was powerless to stop anything that would likely happen that night on the sand bar. After dinner, we took off for the night.

Alan drove the Tri-Hull speedboat. Keith, Rachel, Kelly, and I rode on the benches out in the bow. Patrick was in the seat across from Alan and our gear was in the back. Kelly was sitting right in front of Alan’s windshield. Keith was sitting next to her and I was across from her, next to Rachel.

Alan was trying to get Kelly’s attention. She finally noticed, but it was too loud to hear him over the motor. She flipped open the windshield separating the two areas, stepped back and stood next to Alan. He was trying to get her to take off her top. Now, the river wasn’t terribly busy, nor was it dead either. I could tell he had slipped a hand onto her crotch. I guess it worked?

Kelly removed her bikini top and then let both Alan and Patrick have some quick nipple sucks before she rejoined us in the front. Rachel looked at Kelly. Kelly looked back and they had an unspoken agreement. Rachel took off her top too.

Damn! Rachel had gorgeous rounded mounds, like half a grapefruit but beautiful. They were topped with areola so light pink they were a bit hard to make out except that they slightly puffed out from the rest of her breast. Most of her boobs were covered with freckles as well.

Rachel pushed them out encouraging me to touch them. Her nipples were small and slight, but I got them to stiffen up. Keith was open-mouthed until Kelly grabbed his hands and put them on her boobs. He glanced over at Rachel and she yelled back over the motor noise “Go for it!” Moments later he was sucking, relative in comparison, Kelly’s huge nipples in his mouth.

Rachel was talking to me with her mouth right on my ear. Between sentences, she was also licking my ear trying to get me hard. She was explaining that she wasn’t sure where things would go with Keith down the road, but they could possibly get serious. And if that was the case, she didn’t want it hanging on her head that she had fucked his brother, cousin, uncle, or anyone else in the family. But I wasn’t family and she was hoping that we could find a place and time to “have some fun” that night. And with that, she slipped her hand onto my lap and squeezed my cock.

I looked over and saw that Keith had his hand inside of Kelly’s bottoms. Patrick had earlier filled him in that Kelly was hoping to bone him, just as she had he and Alan. Keith was gob-smacked. Two girls in one weekend! Kelly and Rachel had made their own side deal to fuck each other’s boyfriend.

Kelly was untying her bottoms and just like that, she was buck naked. Keith was kissing her and finger-fucking her. Kelly was grabbing for his cock. It took a few minutes (Kelly had to pause for an orgasm) before she fished out yet another huge family sausage. Keith was every bit as huge as Alan.

Keith and Kelly were cooking at a couple of hundred degrees. He quickly pushed his suit off and Kelly straddled him. Rachel and I had a perfect rear view of Kelly holding his monster in the air as she slowly impaled herself on him. Alan had slowed the boat way down. Rachel whispered to me, “You can see why I’m interested in him.”

We all just sat there and watched them fuck. Kelly was loving sliding up and down his pole. Keith was loving that she could drop so deep that his nuts were tickling her asshole. Rachel couldn’t help but notice Kelly could take his entire cock where she left him with a couple of inches waiting outside. Later she’d talk to Kelly about whether that was a learned skill. Kelly’s advice was to just fuck him as often as she could.

Thankfully Alan noticed we were overcoming a couple of canoes. Each had a couple of young men paddling away. Alan slowed way down to kill our wake. He also pulled to within ten feet of them which, at first, they were none too happy about. Until once we were beside them and they could see Kelly’s boobs as she rode Keith’s cock. Rachel stood up to wave. They were thrilled!

Kelly loved having an audience. She quickly jumped up from Keith’s cock, stood on the bench next to him and showed them her bright red glazed and wet in-the-middle-of-fucking cunt. Rachel slipped through the windshield door to the seat behind Alan and peeled down her bottoms as she stood on the seat showing them her butt. Then she turned around and then showed them her little firebush.

Through the whole show, all four guys were begging, cheering, you name it. They loved their show. Alan moved us further away and sped up. The rest of us all got our first view of Rachel’s pussy. She had a red bush although it was fairly thin. As she sat down her knees spread and I saw the beautiful tight pink folds of her lips. It was almost hard to believe that hers and Kelly’s cunts existed for the same purpose as they were so different looking from each other.

By the time Rachel came back and sat next to me, Kelly was back to fucking Keith. Keith slammed her cunt really hard, jumping his own butt off the bench. Kelly came again, much harder that time. She squirted him down good with her cum. I could see her fluids dripping from his nuts. He spoke into her ear and Kelly climbed off, knelt, and took his huge prick into her mouth. A few head bobs and hand strokes later and Keith drained his nuts into her mouth.

Kelly caught his load and then displayed her full mouth to everyone, starting with Keith, who was a bit taken aback. Rachel was proud of him. Yeah, I nodded, it was a mouthful. Patrick the same and Alan really didn’t want to see his brother’s load. Kelly got right in his face. She swallowed it in front of Alan and then pulled his face to her tits as an apology to the indignancies that he’d suffered.

Kelly and Rachel waved at and flashed a couple of more boats. By then we’d arrived at what Alan and Patrick had negotiated as the right place to be. Rachel and Kelly slipped their bottoms back on. They gathered driftwood for a fire. Keith got the fire going. Alan, Patrick and I unloaded the boat, set up the family’s huge tent, blew up air mattresses and tossed in the sleeping bags and coolers.

Once everything and everyone had settled, enjoyed a beer or two, and a bit of relaxing, it was Patrick who suggested we all go skinny dipping. It had just become dusk. Everyone was naked and in the water in a flash. Rachel quickly found me and draped her arms around my neck. Then she wrapped her legs around my waist. For a minute I watched Alan, Keith, and Patrick all taking positions on Kelly. She confirmed later that she had six hands everyplace and thirty fingers in even more places. Of course, she held her own and jerked all three of them hard.

Rachel and I kissed as I played with her boobs and sucked her nipples. I tried to play with her pussy, but she was locked up as tight as Fort Knox. I recalled how wonderfully abnormal Kelly was with an always-wet easy-access pussy. Rachel and I made our way out of the water and onto the sand.

I laid on my back and she was on all fours above me as we kissed and fondled. Eventually, her twat lubed up and she sat up and found her way onto my cock. We started with a nice slow fuck as I sucked on her nipples. It was nighttime by then, although a near full moon was giving us some light, especially reflecting off the water.

Soon Kelly was lying next to me, an arm’s length away. Patrick was the first cock in her pussy. She was sucking Keith and stroking Alan. Patrick fucked her for probably five minutes fast and hard and then he pulled out. Alan took his place and Kelly slowly stroked Patrick’s cock. Rachel had slowed way down and was enjoying watching the moonlit fuck show. Alan was in a missionary position holding himself up by his arms and toes.

He was fucking her straight downward as though he was doing pushups on her. He must have hit something because Kelly screamed out an orgasm. I was sure that a cabin somewhere was probably calling the sheriff to investigate a murder.

A couple of minutes later Alan grunted out, “Yeah. Fuck yeah! Oh, fuck yeah!” and he clearly filled her pussy with what he had. Alan climbed off and splashed back into the water. Keith took his turn as Kelly lay in the same position for all of them. Keith went at her like a jackrabbit. It took him five minutes of fast action to squirt inside Kelly’s pussy for his first time.

Keith also headed for the river to clean his cock. Patrick got back on for sloppy thirds. His banana dick was all over Kelly’s G-spot and she let out another loud call for the sheriff. That orgasm did it for Kelly and Patrick added to her mess.

Rachel bopped me and said, “You need to go fuck her so she has everyone’s load.” I must say, I liked the warped way that Rachel thought. Patrick was about to help her up when I said she should stay put. I climbed on and we locked in a deep kiss as my ass thrust my cock inside of her. I was just a minute later that I felt Rachel’s hand on my ball sack. As she played with my nuts with one hand, I had to roll a bit to my side to make room for her other hand as it played with Kelly’s nipple.

It worked for both of us. I roared and Kelly screamed and I pumped spurt after spurt into her cunt. As I pulled out Rachel’s hand was on my cock sliding a massive amount of cum off of me. We both helped Kelly to her feet and everyone rinsed off in the river.

As we reached the sand again I held Rachel and spilled fingers into her cunt. It only took two minutes of concentrated effort as I masturbated her to orgasm. Then everyone was even. We spent the next few hours sitting around our small campfire telling stories. It was Rachel who suggested we tell about our first time having sex with another person. After all of those lies were swapped, she suggested we all tell about the wildest sexual thing we’d done.

We all made sure Kelly had to go last. Patrick and I both talked about swapping partners. He added the story about being the first in Kelly’s ass at the porn shop. When it was Kelly’s turn, she hardly knew where to start. She settled on the story of one of her high school teachers in her senior year at high school. How he ogled her body at the liquor store, as she watched him grow a huge hardon. And then months later she actually sucked and fucked his nine-inch monster as his student.

Yeah, no one was going to touch that story. Alan, understandably, and Rachel, a bit surprisingly, both pumped Kelly for graphic details and more stories. Patrick knew to keep her beer flowing. Kelly kept talking. Patrick and I helped with details where we could. Alan would chime in with anything from his life that seemed to relate. Keith was having his mind blown. And I was realizing that Rachel could have been another Kelly had she wanted to be.

Kelly finally announced that she was done. She was both exhausted and soaking wet. The guys understood. My cock had been hard for at least an hour and I’d dripped a gallon of pre-cum. We all headed to the tent and brought the lantern inside with us. Kelly knew we couldn’t let her go to sleep. She faced her sleeping bag and used her knees to pop her ass in the air. Rachel moved right next to her. Rachel called for Keith. Kelly told Alan it was his turn.

After those two nutted Patrick and I took our turns. Soon all nuts were drained. Rachel and Kelly slept with two loads each. It was mid-morning before anyone woke up. Kelly announced that she’d actually had enough fucking and her pussy was closed for the day. We tore down camp and made our way back to the cabin.

We left for home around three that afternoon. By then Kelly made clear she was never closed to Patrick and me and, as we had several times before, we positioned ourselves in the front seat of my big ass Impala. I drove as Kelly sucked my cock and Patrick fucked her from behind. We all took our time and after a half-hour of it, Kelly swallowed me and then flipped and swallowed Patrick.

Patrick started in on some boo-hoo story about being the only one of the family with a little dick. All of the men, his dad included, in that family have huge cocks except for Patrick who got a lot of his genetics from his mom’s side. Kelly laid into him. She lectured him on what a great job his cock does.

He hits her in places other guys can’t. She’s never fucked him and not cum. His cock fits inside of any woman. And he had two pussies at his disposal pretty much anytime he wanted one. “How many of those sausage slingers can say that?” she demanded of him.

By the time I dropped him off at his house all was good. It was a holiday to remember!