It was August of 1988. I had owned a muscle car for a few years. Anyone who has ever had the joy of owning one knows that, aside from boats, there isn’t much that can suck up your money faster. Mine had been doing just that, but by that summer it looked sexy as hell and drove like a dream.
I subscribed to a magazine that had been sponsoring an annual cruise each year in a different city around the country. They announced that for that year it would be in a town a couple of hours from our house. We quickly reserved a hotel room and marked the calendar.
Kelly’s first concern, of course, was what to wear. She decided to go era-appropriate. She found a pair of John Lennon-style round blue sunglasses. Next, she bought a ‘wife beater’ undershirt with large arm holes and then tie-dyed it. She had a pair of somewhat worn jeans and cut them into shorts, with my help, at a hard-on-inducing length. She figured hippies were usually barefoot but compromised with a pair of inexpensive platform flip-flops with a 2” sole.
Kelly and I were twenty-eight at the time. Kelly was five-two and had huge 32F boobs with pink nipples. Her legs were long and her torso was short. But what caught most people’s attention (okay, it was a tie with her boobs) was her insanely long hair. Not cut for length since the second grade, her hair hung to about six inches off the floor. Plus, it was as thick as a horse’s mane.
Kelly tried on her garb, including her hair in pigtails on both sides of her head, each held by leather wraps. Kelly came out to the garage to model for me. Wow. Wow. Wow! She was the sexist hippie I’d ever seen. The tie-dye shirt was short and showed a few inches of midriff above the low-slung, obscenely short, shorts. The extreme arm holes gave a great, easy-to-see, view of the sides of her tits. The glasses and pigtails were just perfect. She promised to stick a flower in her hair on the day of the cruise. She looked like she could have been walking past the showroom when my car was brand new.
Kelly reached for my crotch to gauge my reaction. She discovered that I loved her look. I was achingly hard. I turned Kelly to face the car, tugged down her shorts (with almost zero effort), leaned her forward, and wiggled my cock into her waiting cunt. I reached through the arm holes and tweaked her nipples as I humped against her little bubble butt. Sure, the garage door was open and a couple of cars went past but neither of us cared if they caught a glimpse.
A minute into our fuck, Kelly had a soft orgasm. A few minutes after that, I pumped my balls empty into her slit. Kelly didn’t want to get my load all over her shorts so she reached down and had her fingers around my cock as I slowly slipped out. Then she had my load captured in place. She stepped out of her flip-flops and shorts and ran to the bathroom to unload my mess of spunk. I tossed her shorts and flip-flops into the house and went back to work.
I couldn’t wait for the cruise to arrive! And two weeks later, it did.
Our first sign was that the Interstate itself looked like a cruise. I’d never seen so many classic cars, hot rods, and muscle cars on the highway at once. Pretty much anything American, from ten years old to pre-war stuff in every condition from barn-find to stock to full-on drag-strip ready.
We also figured out rather quickly that girls must have been flashing the truckers. It was taking a long time for lines of cars to pass and truckers were blasting away with their air horns. Kelly’s eyes lit up and she stripped off her T-shirt and bra. She proudly waved her girls at the awaiting eyes of the line of truckers as we passed and they honked. Flashing the truckers was our second sign.
Some of the ladies, Kelly included, were even so kind as to flash the cars that were obviously on our way to the cruise. On a two-hour trip, I enjoyed two or three dozen pairs of naked knockers.
The city was mobbed by old cars. The parking lot of our hotel was a car show in itself. All of the owners were in great moods, friendly, wound up, and looking forward to a good time on Saturday, the next day, and the ‘official’ day of the cruise. We waited in line at a restaurant for an hour to get a table. Every restaurant in town was overrun by hungry people.
The late local TV news that night confirmed it: Way more “cruisers” had come to town than had been expected. There was just a feeling of excitement in the air!
Early the next morning we topped off the gas tank and hit up a grocery store for some supplies, as we realized restaurants would probably not be a good option. Kelly had on her hippie outfit and gained a few wolf whistles and cat calls starting in the hotel parking lot and continuing on to every place she went. The bare-skin side glimpses of her jugs had guys jockeying for viewing positions. It was hilarious!
That day was hot. Temperatures were in the upper eighties. Kelly was quite happy being barely clothed.
By noon, the main six-lane drag through town had become a parade route. It was about five miles from one end to the other. With each passing minute, the space filled in with lawn chairs and people who came to watch the parade. By seven o’clock that evening, the five-mile route took two hours to complete.
We found ourselves stuck in the mess moving at the speed of molasses as we crept upon a large group of men chanting, “Show your tits! Show your tits!” And indeed, many of the cruisers were doing just that. And fairly quickly, gals were kneeling on car seats with their torsos hanging outside of the cars, shirts lifted and jugs shook. The crowd was roaring their approval. The chant spread down the road as cars crept along moving at far, far less than walking speed.
The event had shifted from a car cruise to a tit show. Kelly was on her knees and slipping one side or the other, or both sides, of her shirt to the middle of her chest releasing her huge tits. She was immediately the most popular boobs within a hundred feet or so.
Then the barely moving crawl came to a dead stop. It was literally a five-mile-long parking lot. Before long, some of the cars had groups of two, three, or more girls jumping out and running around showing off their tits. The lawn chair crowd was on their feet, welcoming the ladies, and passing out cans of beer from coolers everywhere. The drivers, nearly all men, sat in our cars thinking movement would be coming soon. In the interim, it was a contest to see who could rev their engine the loudest. I did not win but placed respectably.
“I’ll stay close,” was what I heard as Kelly climbed out of the window. She had quickly disappeared into a mass of humanity. That was probably around ten p.m. Not long after, everyone had shut off their cars and men were just hanging close, bull shitting and saving gas.
Half an hour later cars fired up and started crawling again. It was a while after that when Kelly came walking along, opened the car door, and plopped down on the seat. “Wow. That was fun!”
She spilled the beans. Guys loved her hair, but they really wanted to see her boobs. After a few flashes, she removed her shirt and tucked it into her shorts. Countless pictures were taken with guys’ faces next to her tits. Then it was pictures of guys licking her nipples. Then guys were taking their turns playing in her boobs.
Kelly was standing up with a couple of guys sucking on each nipple. She felt a hand slide up into a leg of her shorts. He quickly discovered that Kelly was without panties and had unimpeded access to her pussy. Fingers slid in. Another hand slid down the front of her shorts and discovered a bald cunt and began to finger her clit. A two-handed assault on her pussy quickly brought Kelly to orgasm.
The sound of her coming was noticed by the men hanging closest to her. There were also a number of other women nearby with their tits exposed. All were being, from what Kelly saw, fondled and sucked. She did notice one woman a few feet away who was on her knees with a cock in her mouth.
After Kelly came, the hand with the fingers in her pussy slipped out. She still had a guy on each boob. She felt her shorts being pushed down. The guys that were watching her moved in closer. They implored the guys blocking her front view (her pussy) to move “so we can all see”. The tit suckers moved but others quickly replaced them. She felt hands on her butt spreading her cheeks apart and fingers were running up and down her slit from both the front and back. Guys had their arms around her and had taken over holding her up.
Kelly felt the tip of the cock slide along her thigh from behind her knee, up her leg, stop at the opening of her vagina, and then thrust into her cunt. Kelly came again and the sharks went into a frenzy. Her clit was being rubbed with the intent to get her off again. Hands firmly gripped her hips as the cock thrust up and down her vagina. A young man, probably barely out of high school, gently held her face and French kissed her. One of her hands was pulled away from his face, lowered, and a warm firm cock placed in her palm.
A hand surrounded Kelly’s hand, firming up the grip she had on the cock. In just a couple of minutes, she felt the hard-on throb as warm jizz hit the side of her leg. At the same time, the cock in her twat gave a firm thrust and held still, and Kelly felt it erupt its load inside of her. Both of the drained cocks left at the same time. Just as quickly, her young French-kissing partner lined up his hard-on and plunged into her from the front side, nearly lifting her off of her toes as his young ram battered her cunt.
Kelly was still kissing her fuck partner, but had her eyes open and watched the pack of wolves circling her. Hands were everywhere. A hierarchy was being claimed, “I’m next!” A finger slid into her butt and tried to finger fuck her backside in beat with her pussy.
Rather suddenly the cock pulled out of her pussy and Kelly felt a stream of cum run down the insides of her thighs. Kelly had spun around and faced another guy, probably also barely out of high school. He lifted her up by her butt and eased her down onto his hard-on. Length had not been anything noticed up to that moment. But this fella had a long stick. Kelly’s head was pulled to the side and she was being kissed by a man, not a teenager. Another hand was fumbling for her clit, but was aimlessly lost as the long cock bounced Kelly on the object that had her impaled.
Being bounced in the air got Kelly off and she squirted all over her fucker. He turned around with her and pressed her backside against a chain-link fence as he made his final run to the finish. Kelly enjoyed the sight of his snake being slowly pulled from her pussy. She was right. He was long. Maybe nine inches and glistening in her juices. A guy stepped forward and quickly shot his cum load onto her tummy.
Kelly tugged at her shorts around her knees and bent over and picked her shirt up off of the ground. A cock took full advantage of her being bent over and slipped into her freshly fucked, cum-slimed hole and added to her mess barely before she knew he was even in there.
Kelly claimed her ground and put the wolves at bay. They behaved and backed off. Kelly could tell that the parade had been moving and so she started walking along the sidewalk. She came across another group having their own party.
There were probably thirty guys surrounding a group of three women in their thirties. Two were on their knees sucking cocks and one was bent over the hood of a parked car being fucked from behind. A half-dozen men had their hard-ons out.
One of them stepped in front of Kelly and complimented her beautiful hair, then surprisingly politely, he asked if Kelly would show him her boobs. Kelly obliged. “May I touch them?” Kelly was stunned at how nice the guy was. A couple of minutes later and she eagerly sucked his cock into her mouth. She was joined by another girl who wanted to share the cock. Kelly passed him over.
