Kelly has been an incredibly sexy and horny girl for as long as we had known each other, which in the summer of 1978 was going to be three years. However, since we started having sex with Yvonne and Patrick on a regular basis, and since she'd been with over a dozen different men, Kelly’s vagina was taking over her thoughts. They say guys think with the little head well, Kelly was being driven by her pussy. She knew she was headed to college in the fall and would need to crack the books. I think it was her mission to have as much of and as wild of sex as she could for this summer.
Our graduation ceremony was on a Friday night and in our town, the tradition was an all-night party at the VFW hall. The party started at 10:00 p.m. and was scheduled until 6 a.m. It was free beer (both up and downstairs), a food buffet upstairs, and a huge dance floor downstairs (they basically cleared out the whole room). Nominally, a bunch of dads was the chaperones. But they all hung out upstairs at the bar and enjoyed the free beer. It is inconceivable to imagine anything like this today, but in 1978, in our town, it just was what it was and had always been. Downstairs was loud, hot, and dark. In other words, a perfect teenage dancefloor!
Patrick was a year behind, so he couldn’t get in. It was Graduates only. Kelly and Yvonne were hanging with their group of friends. About a half-dozen of them were real tight, but Kelly and Yvonne were keeping the group sex stuff to themselves and didn’t want the others to have a clue. So, I spent some time with Kelly, but we were not being clingy at all and were mostly doing our own things. She spent lots of time on the dance floor. I drank lots of beer and bullshitted with everyone.
Kelly was wearing a short dress (about mid-thigh), white with a floral print, a “flippy” sort of bottom skirt part, and a button-up top, with buttons to about mid-chest. She looked great on the dancefloor. Her super-long hair was flying around; the bottom of her dress was twirling and she looked happy as hell.
Diane had been known as the attractive, blonde, slutty girl of our class. Tonight, she was living up to the reputation. She was wearing overalls, rolled up to her knees, she had one strap unhooked and it hung down her front. She was barefoot and wearing a little white tube-top, similar to one Kelly has. And like Kelly’s, you could see her nipple protruding and the dark circle of her areola. I had also heard it on a first-hand account from a couple of guys that she wasn’t wearing panties. They had the wet fingers to prove it.
The party had been going for a few hours and it was approaching lift-off velocity. We were all crammed downstairs and dancing or watching. I was on the dance floor and Diane came up to me, threw her arms around my neck, and gave me a sloppy open-mouthed kiss that tasted of beer and cigarettes. I was fine with that! Then she blabbered some stupid shit about missing science class with me? We hardly knew each other! Then she pulls down her tube top and has her naked tit squashed into my chest, with a very hard nipple, which I enjoyed. What the fuck? I kissed her back and slid my hand down the front of the overalls.
The guys didn’t lie! I had my fingers in her wet snatch and was having my fun. She was probably a natural blonde. She had very wispy hair, with hardly any there. I would love to get a look at that pussy! After a minute, she scooted her butt back, tugged up her top, and wandered away. What I figured out later was that she was intent on getting pretty much every guy’s finger into her twat that night, and if rumors are to be believed, plenty of the dad’s fingers got wet too!
Kelly was taking a break from dancing. Rick was drunk (hell, by this time we were all drunk) and came up and started talking to her. She and Rick had attended the same schools, in the same classes, ever since kindergarten. She later told me that Rick used the word “pretty” at least fifty times in five minutes of conversation as he slathered on and on about how pretty she was and how much he enjoyed seeing her in school. He actually, even though drunk, was very sweet and sincere. She also told me that “hey, sometimes compliments really do work.”
She reached her hands up, grabbed both sides of his head, and pulled him in for a kiss. She busted through his teeth and was licking his tonsils. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning! She leaned up to his ear and asked him if he had a car? His voice failed him until he finally was able to squeak out “yes.”
She led him to the back-door exit. It opened to a stairwell leading up to the parking lot. In our graduating class, there were only a half-dozen or so couples within our class. Most classmates were dating someone younger or older and they were all excluded from the party. So, there was very much a “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” vibe the whole night. And that back door had seen all sorts of very surprising hookups coming and going all night.
As soon as they were in the back seat she unbuckled his slacks and pulled them down. Between his confusion and blood alcohol level, his dick was “soft as a marshmallow and not much bigger” according to Kelly. Now that was actually bonus points in her world. She loved putting a limp dick in her mouth and being solely responsible for making it hard. She went to town on Rick, swirling her tongue all around and bobbing up and down on his dick as it slowly grew in her mouth. Once he was at full mast she pulled off and her eyes got wide. Rick wasn’t all that long but had a very, very fat cock. Kelly said it looked like “a little beer can.” Rick just won the lottery! Kelly had planned on giving him a “hey, friends for life and that’s cool," blowjob.
Now that she was sucking a “little beer can”, her vagina took over. She sat up and pulled down her panties. She tossed them into the front seat. She lay back on the seat, pulled her dress up to her waist, and spread her legs. She grabbed Rick’s cock and pulled him to her. He had a leg on either side of her right leg, her left leg was sticking up in the air. She pulled his dick right to her entrance, she looked up at him and said: “push it in.” He did and bottomed out on the first stroke and then he just held still. At that moment, she realized was fucking yet another virgin. “Stroke it in and out Baby.”
“Oh, okay. I don’t want to hurt you.” How sweet. In his drunkenness, he may have thought she was also a virgin?
“Rick baby, you can’t hurt me. Fuck me as hard as you want. C’mon, Rick, fuck me, Baby.”
With that encouragement, Rick stepped it up and natural instinct took over. He held on tight to her left leg and was giving her a strong banging. She loved the feeling of his nuts rubbing on her thigh as he fucked her. She had her first orgasm pretty quickly. The liquor had some control of Rick’s cock. They fucked in the same position for probably fifteen minutes. She was loving how his fat cock was stretching her vagina. She felt a second orgasm coming. She wanted Rick to finish with her. “I’m gonna’ cum Rick. Your cock is making me cum, Rick. I want you to cum with me, Rick. I want to feel you cum in my pussy, Rick. Oh, God, I’m there Rick! I’m cumming on your cock, Rick! Fuck me!”
It worked. She came and he emptied his nuts of everything they had into her cunt. They slowly untangled and sat up. They just made some small talk. She wanted to sit there long enough to feel his load slide out because she didn’t really want to go back to the party with a cum load dripping down her leg. Although, it seemed unlikely that she would be the only girl at the party with that problem!
When she came back in the back door, she decided to just go around the corner and hang out for a minute to see what was happening and who she saw. Alan came walking up to her. Alan was a pretty good-looking guy, she thought, but they ran in completely different groups and she had a boyfriend, so they were now done with school and had never really met.
Alan, too, was drunk and trying to come up with a pickup line. She was still horny and figured what the fuck, let’s see what the night brings me? She tilted up and kissed him. He took the bait and ran. He had bear-hugged her when he walked up. His arms never left and were now dropped to her waist. Their tongues were doing the Tango. They pulled in tighter. His hands dropped to her ass and were kneading her ass cheeks. She wondered if he was noticing she wasn’t wearing panties?