It was early August of 1977. I was friends with the daughter of the local new car dealer. She had graduated from high school in June. Kelly and I were going to be seniors in the fall, but I had hung out with a number of people in the Class of ’77.

Jenny lived in pretty nice digs. Large house, inground pool, four-car attached garage. Jenny threw a big party, mostly because she and many of her classmates were soon leaving town for college.

The party started mid-afternoon. It was a most enjoyable afternoon, seeing many former and current classmates in their bikinis. Not surprisingly, Kelly was one of a small handful of girls that would have been described as “eye-popping”.

Kelly was five-two, with long legs, a cute little bubble butt that did wonders for a bikini, long, straight hair to her waist, cute size seven feet, and 32F tits that stood firmly to attention. Kelly in any bikini was a sight to behold, but she also knew her audience. Around adults, she looked sexy as hell, but the bikinis were respectable, meaning no one could say “that’s not covered” or “I can see your…”

But around teenagers, Kelly was damn proud of her body, and loved to drive the boys wild! That day she was wearing a white bikini that made her tan look amazing. The bottoms were low, low hip-huggers and the top was a pair of triangles held together by a hook behind her neck (and under a pile of hair). The top was really a couple of sizes too small for Kelly’s huge tits, but no one seemed to mind seeing her boobs squishing out the top, sides, and bottoms of the triangles.

The party itself was pretty well-behaved. Jenny’s mom was playing the cool-mom chaperone, but no drinking, no pot smoking. Jenny wasn’t that kind of person. So, the best I had going for a couple of hours was watching the other guys jockey to check out Kelly’s body from any angle that they could.

Around the time we were munching hot dogs and burgers, we heard (to me) a near orgasm-inducing thunder coming from the front of the house. A number of guys followed the sound of the pied-piper. We discovered Jenny’s boyfriend, Kenny, had pulled in driving a 1972 Ford Mustang Mach 1 Cobra Jet. It was dark blue with black stripes. We all just drooled. Jenny’s dad had just taken it in as a trade and was letting Kenny and Jenny drive it for the weekend.

Pretty quickly, Kenny started giving rides, and a line formed like we were at Disneyland. I’m not a fan of waiting in a line, so Kelly and I went back to the backyard and hung out. It was nearly three hours later when Kenny came to the backyard and asked if anyone else wanted a spin. Kelly jumped up and bounced her way to him. I followed.

Kelly climbed into the tiny back seat and I rode shotgun. Neck-snapping is the only way to describe the acceleration. It was incredible. Kelly was squealing with excitement from the back seat as she slid back and forth around corners and nearly up and out of the seat when Kenny laid on the gas.

We were a few miles out of town and I started begging him to let me drive the car. He was shutting me down quickly. But I was a gearhead and wasn’t going to give up. I offered him a deal: “You can ride in the back seat with Kelly.”

He gave me a funny look. Kelly took my bait immediately and started peeling her T-shirt over her head, revealing her bikini, which Kenny had not yet seen. I watched as his eyes bugged out looking in the rear-view mirror. He slowed down and turned around to get a better look at Kelly (dusk had set in). I had to grab the wheel as the car started to hit the gravel. I assured Kenny I had the wheel, he could keep staring.

Kelly unhooked her bikini and started to pull down both sides from the top. She stopped before she revealed her nipples. Kelly whimpered. “Can he drive?”

Kenny blurted out, “Sure! Sure! Just be fucking careful!” and quickly pulled onto the shoulder. Kenny crammed himself into the backseat as I got into the driver's seat. I had the time of my life. Kenny did pretty well too!

Kelly was topless by the time he got back there with her. Kenny was sucking, slobbering, mauling, and pinching the heck out of her tits and nipples. Kelly reached down and felt the lump in his shorts. Five minutes or so in, she pushed him off the top of her and pushed his back into the corner. She started to tug at his belt and he just pushed his shorts straight off his hips to his ankles and let his cock spring up.

I have a standard white-boy six-inch dick. Kelly seems happy with it. She said his dick looked a lot like mine. That, of course, meant she had no issue deep-throating him on her first stroke. She used her tongue to tickle his balls as she hummed with his cock down her throat. Kenny started panted and moaning.

Kelly kept giving him slow strokes (just to catch some air) and held his cock in her throat as much as she could. She was also using her hands to fondle his sack. Kenny reached down and stretched his arms to get hold of Kelly’s nipples and he tugged on them.

Kelly took his interest to heart. She pulled off his cock, knelt up (she was on the floor) and wrapped her jugs around his cock, and used them to tit fuck him. The seat was so small it was hard for Kenny to get much traction, so Kelly provided the action for him.

Kenny leaned forward and met Kelly’s lips and they passionately tangled tongues. They were both softly moaning. Kenny sat back and encouraged Kelly to go faster with her tits on his cock. Kelly could tell Kenny was getting close. He uttered “I’m gonna...” as Kelly dropped her tits and swallowed his cock. Kenny hiked his knees up and shoved Kelly’s head down as his dick exploded into her mouth. All I heard was Kenny shout, “Fuck! I’m cumming!”

It took Kenny a minute to float back to earth. Kelly stayed locked on his cock as it dribbled and then slowly shrank. Kenny’s knees came down. He cleared his throat. He sat up a bit. Kelly kept his cock sucked into her mouth. Eventually his cock was limp and she slowly sucked her mouth off of his dick.

Kelly crawled up his lap and chest and pulled him in for another deep tongue dance. Kenny again played with her tits as they kissed. I had turned the car around a few miles back. We were close to town and I pulled over and got out. Kenny crawled out of the back seat with a huge grin on his face. “That was far fucking out!”

As soon as we got back to the party, Kelly was ready to leave. We said a quick round of goodbyes, grabbed our little bit of stuff and headed out to my big-ass Impala. As soon as I started the car Kelly said, “You have to fuck me right now. Now!”

She had her bikini bottoms off by the time she finished her exclamation and laid back on the seat, one foot on the floor, one up behind my head. She was fingering her cunt. She came in under a minute. I watched her cum as I drove. “I’m serious! Fuck me now. Please!”

I pulled over on a small side street without a streetlamp. I pushed my swimsuit down and stuffed my cock into her pussy. Her twat was on fire and running like a lava flow. “Harder!” was all she kept demanding. The boat was rocking like it was on the high seas. Kelly got off like a banshee.

“Oh fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! OH FUUUUUCK!!!” I squirted a bucket of cum into her cunt. As soon as I was empty I pulled out, started up the car, and drove away. Kelly laid there with her knees shaking for a few more minutes. Eventually, she too floated back to earth. “Please stop someplace.”

I pulled over to another side street. She scooted her ass out the door, laying back on the seat, and let my huge wad splat onto the curb. She slid back in, found her bottoms, put those on, and in a minute we were at her folks' house.

We went inside and watched a rerun of SNL. After an hour or so, when it seemed like her folks were dead to the world, Kelly reached for my cock, pulled him out, and gave me a blowjob and in between strokes she gave me a play-by-play of Kenny playing with her boobs, how much she enjoyed her tit fucking, and sucking his cock. She was pretty clear that if that backseat had more room, she wouldn’t have let him cum in her mouth. She would have insisted that he fuck her pussy, she was that much on fire.

Hearing Kelly’s stories of being with others have always made me stiff. That night I treated her with a second, decent-sized load as a thank you for getting me the opportunity to drive that hellacious Mach 1!