It was February of 1993. Back in 1976, when Kelly was sixteen years old, she was at a party at a friend’s house that turned into an orgy and she was fucked by a half-dozen men that all worked together at the Ford dealership. A couple of them were double her age and one’s name was Gary. Fast-forward sixteen years and we had moved a couple of states away. Needing her Mustang repaired, Kelly went to the local Ford dealer the previous October. Lo and behold, Gary was the service writer.

Her car needed a test drive and she and Gary got caught in an hours-long traffic standstill. Gary has a huge nine-inch cock and Kelly sucked him and fucked him in her little car. Four days later, when she went back to pick up her car, Gary tried to make a date with her.

Kelly has always had a magnificent time finding cocks when she wants them. She has been even better at not collecting boyfriends. She politely declined Gary’s offer. Months later (February) and her car needed some more work. Kelly and I had talked (and screwed while talking) about her fun with Gary’s big salami. Kelly was kind of wanting to take another ride on his pony.

Kelly dropped her car off after work and had her coat unbuttoned (as well as much of her blouse) flashing her black bra. Gary was very professional as he wrote up the ticket. The next day, when she picked up her car she was showing off her red bra and lots of cleavage.

Gary took the bait and said he would love to take us to dinner. Gary belonged to a fraternal organization and he invited us to their Friday fish fry. That sounded good to Kelly and we met Gary at their lodge the next evening as his guest for dinner.

Kelly wore her favorite turtleneck sweater. It was Barbie-pink and as fluffy as the Cookie Monster. It was also a crop top and with her high-waisted jeans (hated that style then, I hate it today) she was showing a couple of inches of midriff. She skipped the bra but was wearing a pair of black lace panties.

The meal was good as was the company. It was the first time I’d met Gary, and although he was forty-seven to our thirty-three, he was a hell of a nice guy and we seemed to find lots to talk about. Kelly had mentioned his voice and I got it once I met him. He sounded like he should be on the radio, with a nice rich baritone sound.

Kelly and I had never been to a Lodge and, at least that night and at that Lodge, it had the feel of a meat market. Lots of drinking, flirting, touching, and what seemed like hook-ups in the making were going on all around us. In my mind, I had pictured stuffy old senior citizen couples belonging to places like that. It seemed to be the opposite: a private club where maybe you could play around in ways you couldn’t at a “normal” bar.

We had moved to the dimly-lit bar after dinner and, although we had stools, we were packed in like sardines. Kelly was feeling pretty good and was her typical flirty self. She was not only keeping my dick stiff through my jeans, but she was also paying the same attention to Gary and his anaconda. Both Gary and I were slipping hands under her sweater and playing with Kelly’s huge 34F boobs and her rock-hard nipples.

One of Gary’s buddies came up behind us and started talking to Gary. He caught both of us with our hands in Kelly’s sweater and made a comment to the effect of “you should share with your friend."

Kelly turned her head (packed in too tight to have spun her stool) and said, “No one is stopping you.” He slipped his hands in to replace Gary and me, one on either side. Kelly leaned her head back and moaned. He was rubbing her all over her torso, juggling her jugs, and tweaking her nipples. He was also nuzzling her neck through her blonde hair. Kelly was in wet-pussy heaven.

Gary reached for the button on her jeans. He tugged it a bit and Kelly made no response. Gary unbuttoned her jeans and then slowly unzipped them. He slid his hand deep into her jeans, past her panties, and found a gushing wet cunt. Kelly was in a zone of extreme excitement and was up for anything.

The bartender stood in front of us with a huge grin. He could tell what was going on under the sweater and, from the look on Kelly’s face, had a good idea of what was happening under the bar. He leaned forward and said, “Can I have a peek?” I lifted one side of her sweater and gave him a flash of a huge tit. He smiled and then brought Kelly and me a couple of beers on the house. There was a couple sitting next to Gary and after we got the free beers I watched her flash the bartender to get the same.

Kelly grabbed Gary’s hand and slowed him down. He was finger fucking her and it felt great. She was too close to cumming and knew if she did it would be huge and noisy. Gary slowed down and, in a few minutes, Kelly came anyway. But it wasn’t a huge ‘super soaker’ and she was able to just moan it out into his shoulder.

Gary got up and swapped places with his buddy that was playing with her boobs. The buddy slipped his hand into her jeans. Kelly immediately wondered what the guy did for a living. She hadn’t noticed when he played with her boobs, but once he slipped fingers into her twat, she realized that he had very fat fingers and very strong hands. Kelly knew she wasn’t going to last.

The bartender came over to watch. The look on her face gave her away. Kelly locked eyes with him. She pulled up her sweater because she wanted him to see her body. Gary pinched a nipple. The bartender leaned over the bar and pinched the other one. She nearly bit off her tongue to stay semi-quiet. She squirted a non-stop river into the guy’s hand.

She damn near passed out as she came. Gary’s buddy stopped his fucking-action with his hand but he kept his fat fingers inside of her slowly playing in her warm, wet hole. The bartender helped pull down her sweater. The chick on the other side of Gary, who had also flashed the bartender, was staring, open-mouthed, at Kelly.

Kelly eventually came around and sat up. The guy pulled his hand out of her pants and wiped his very wet hand on his jeans. Kelly zipped up her pants.

His buddy thanked Kelly and Gary for the fun and then took off. Gary retook his barstool. We drank another beer as we gave Kelly more time to recover. She explained that when we leave, I would need to share my jacket so that she could wrap it around her waist to cover the jeans that surely looked like she had pissed in them.

Gary invited us over to see his house. Kelly quickly accepted. Hell, we all knew where things were headed that night. Kelly decided to join Gary for the drive and I followed them. Her wet jeans were making her cold so she pulled them down to her knees and Gary gave her a blanket he had in the back seat. Kelly decided to pull her jeans off completely and she used just the blanket to stay warm. Gary slid his hand to her lap but Kelly stopped him. “That’s how I got into this mess in the first place.” She pulled her sweater up though and let him play with her boobs as she rubbed his cock through his jeans.

When we arrived, Kelly handed me her wet jeans and panties to toss into our car. She ran inside with the blanket wrapped around herself. When I got into the house, Kelly was in a bathroom. It was a small ranch house, so my guided tour took about a minute. Then Gary led me downstairs to his rec room. He had a huge ceiling-mount projector, which he turned on, and it projected over an entire wall. He asked if it was okay to pop in a porno. That sounded good to me!

Kelly came downstairs a few minutes later, bottomless, wearing only her sweater and footie socks. She sat between Gary and me on the couch, pulled her feet up next to herself and started playing with her bald pussy. Gary leaned down and stared right at her twat. Although they had fucked months ago, the tight spaces and positions in her car never offered him a view of her tattoo. Kelly shifted her legs to give him a full-on look. It’s a  blooming red rose with a short green stem. The whole thing is about three-inches around, located right on her pubic mound.

The scene we were watching was an orgy with about two dozen people fucking everyone, every way, of every color, in every direction, with lots of loud moaning. Kelly loved the scene. She loved the sounds. She got back into position and was fingering her clit. I heard her breathing getting louder. Guys on-screen were starting to shoot loads of cum all over the place; on faces, on tits, on ass cracks. Cumshots are Kelly’s favorite scenes to watch. She was close to cumming herself and growled, “Why am I the only one with my pants off?”

Gary and I immediately stripped. For shit’s sake! Kelly didn’t lie. Half-hard, Gary’s cock was longer than my six-inch hard-on. He grabbed it and quickly stroked it to nine-inches of rock-hard man meat. I had to tell him that I was impressed. Very impressed. He thanked me for the compliment and we both started to sit back down.

Kelly snapped, “Stay right there and stroke them.” Gary and I obliged and seconds later Kelly screamed, “Oh fuck!” as she jerked herself to an orgasm. “Thank you. I was so close. Just what I needed.”

Kelly wriggled to all fours with her ass facing my way. She stood with his cock aimed at her face and she started licking on Gary’s giant popsicle. I got on my knees on the couch and slipped in my cock and fucked her slowly. The fun was just starting and I did not want to pop quickly. Gary was on the same wavelength, actually, so was Kelly. She wanted us to play, yet hold our fire.

After a few minutes, Kelly pulled off of my dick and sat down to watch the movie. She was playing with her pussy again while Gary and I were sucking her nipples. Kelly brought herself to another orgasm, slamming her knees together and bouncing her butt off the couch.

Kelly finally consciously noticed how actually fucking huge the screen was that we were watching. The picture was at least ten feet across. Gary casually mentioned that he also had a new Sony Handycam video camera. I was all in! Kelly’s eyes got wide and she winked at me. Gary had it out, on a tripod and connected to his video projector in minutes.

We both moved the camera to the only place it should have been: Zoomed in straight at Kelly’s twat. At first, Kelly was a bit horrified at seeing a six-foot-tall version of her slit projected on the wall. I could also tell that she was working out in her head the fact that she was giving someone a video record of her naked body, and presumably acts of non-marital, yet consensual sex.

I asked Gary what his plan was for the videotape. We quickly agreed that he would send a copy to Kelly and me and that we would all use it for our own gratification and that no one would share it with anyone else or make any other copies. To this day, as far as I can tell, Gary kept his word.

Kelly made it clear she wasn’t to be the only “star” of our production. If she was getting a copy, she wanted to see a lot of cock. I quickly understood how she initially felt when she had the camera on me and my six-foot-long cock and shaved balls were on the wall.

Kelly wanted to film me jacking my cock, so of course, I obliged. When it was Gary’s turn, she wanted him to wrap both hands around his dick, which of course he could do and still had his cockhead sticking out. I knew Kelly has had some long dicks before. However, that night was my first experience seeing one up close and personal. I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t intimidating.

After a bunch of closeup playing around with the camera, Gary laid Kelly on the floor. They were on their sides, Gary was behind her and Kelly helped him aim for her hole. I set the tripod and zoomed in so Kelly could see her closeup cunt being fucked by that wall-long cock. It blew her mind and she quickly came to a shuddering orgasm.

As soon as she seemed to recovered I got into the mix and nibbled on her clit as Gary fucked her. Her clit was a hard, little purple stone. I used both hands to spread her slit as far open as I could. I tried my best to stay in my lane but it was hard to keep Gary’s dick from rubbing across my chin. Kelly soon screamed “OH FUUUCK!!” at the top of her lungs as she came yet again. I pressed down hard on her clit and Gary held his cock still, buried to the hilt in her cunt. She had a big one and I got a mouthful of her squirt.

We took a little break and then filmed Kelly taking turns, back and forth, sucking both Gary and me. She was just basically teasing us by only sucking the tips of our cocks. Then she’d pull off and lick our nuts. The tease had worked and we had to stop that after only a few minutes because Gary and I were both ready to bust a nut.

It was time to pop in a new porno. Gary asked Kelly for any requests. “Duh. Threesomes,” was her response. The movie Gary had was black guys, with dongs his size or better, fucking the hell out of petite white women. About ten minutes into the movie and Kelly said, “Yeah, this works.”

She spread her legs wide and started to slowly rub her wet pussy lips. Gary got the camera right in there. Kelly slid her butt to the edge of the couch and spread her knees, then her lips as wide open as they could go. Gary damn near shoved his camera up her vagina. Kelly was way past her initial moment of embarrassment and had become willing to expose everything to the camera. She knew Gary and I would use the tape to jack off and Kelly wanted it to be better than any porn we owned.

Gary had moved the camera connection from the projector to a typical TV so we could watch porn on the wall and see the camera view at the same time. Kelly flipped over to her tummy and used both hands to spread her ass cheeks. Gary held the camera as I soaked my middle finger in her twat and then buried it in her butthole. I finger fucked her butt with two fingers for several minutes as Gary got it all on tape.

We spent the rest of that porno fucking in every position they had in the movie and some that weren’t. Kelly didn’t want Gary or I to cum yet so we changed positions frequently and each took turns sitting out for a few minutes. I was quite amazed at seeing Kelly sit on Gary’s cock and then drop completely down onto his lap with every bit of his nine-inches rocketed up into her cunt.

I was perhaps even more impressed to watch her swallow him completely down her throat. Gary had Kelly lie on her back with her head hanging over the arm of the couch, her mouth wide open ready to be fucked. I caught it all on camera as Gary slowly started the tip of his dick past her tickling tongue, through her mouth, and visibly distended her throat as his cock was deeper inside her than I could imagine. Gary slowly picked up the pace until he was fucking her head at full speed.

The only noises Kelly was making were guttural and animalistic. Slobber was being pulled out by his cock and dripping onto her face. Her face was a fuck-hole and nothing more at that moment. But she hung in there like the highest paid porn stars. I got a shot from behind showing Gary’s hairy nuts slapping the hell out of her face. Gary accidentally knocked me on my ass as he quickly pulled out of her mouth. I hurried to get a side shot of his cock as it seemed like he was going to unload.

All I got was that pole making a few small twitches and it dripped a bunch of pre-cum onto Kelly’s chin. Gary sat down and Kelly sat up. “Did you get all of that?” Kelly excitedly asked. She was obviously proud of her skills and was happy that I had captured them on tape.

We set up the tripod and then spit-roasted Kelly with Gary and I changing positions every few minutes. I sat down, my back against the couch and Kelly sat on my cock facing away from me, towards the camera, as she sucked on Gary’s cock. We swapped that position too.

I had Kelly on her back on the floor, my arms hooked behind her knees, with my ass and her twat high in the air. Gary got a great closeup of that scene. Then he lay down and Kelly rode him cowgirl-style as I taped her ass slamming up and down on his bean-pole.

We imitated the grand finale scene of the movie. Gary lay on his back and Kelly mounted him then lay forward, smashing her huge boobs onto his chest. I dropped a wad of spit onto her back door, as slowly pressed my cock through her butthole. We didn’t have lube and I was fucking her slowly. Kelly asked me to speed up. She said that actually felt better.

I could only last a couple of minutes in there or I knew I’d unload. I pulled out and told Kelly it was time to swap. The look on her face was priceless! I was actually just kidding. Kelly told me to quickly go and wash off my cock, which I did. I laid down, she mounted me and Gary worked to get his dick to pop through her sphincter.

Once he was in, he looked to Kelly for direction. “Just push it in. If I say ‘stop’, stop immediately.” I could see her face grimace in pain, yet she never said stop. Once he was fully in, Gary patted her butt. “Go ahead and fuck me.” We only lasted for a couple of minutes. Kelly was feeling it too much. She’d only had a couple of beers, and that was many hours ago. Plus, Gary and I were both far too close to cumming.

We had all fucked our way through another movie. This time Gary loaded up a tape with a giant compilation of blowjobs. Many ended with facials; some came in their mouths. Kelly loved it and took turns slowly riding Gary and me reverse-cowgirl so she could watch the movie. We were on the floor with our backs up against the couch. With each of us, different scenes with huge cumshots caused her to slam her ass down hard on both of us and she came on each cock, mine first.

Gary was over the line. He popped her off of his cock and jumped up. I grabbed the camera. Gary was aiming his big bazooka right at her face, just like the scene in the movie. Kelly hates facials. Actually, she just hates cum in her eyes. But considering what we had just watched and how the night had gone, she had to know our home movie would end with cum on her face.

She closed her eyes and took it like a trooper. She didn’t flinch or jump when cum first hit her. Gary’s first shot landed across her forehead into her hair. His second nailed her across her chin and cheek, coming oh-so-close to her eye, but it missed. “Open your mouth,” Gary had asked as he started to cum. He dropped a couple of small shots and a bunch of drips right into her mouth. Gary plopped down and Kelly mugged for the camera as she licked at his cum, showed the load in her mouth, and wiped away the load close to her eye and licked that off her finger. Then she leaned over and licked the last of his cum off of Gary’s dick.

I stood up and fucked her mouth. I had been twitching as I watched Gary cum and I knew I was close. Once I was there, I pulled out of her mouth. Kelly looked at me with her big blue eyes and hefted her huge 34F tits at me. I knew she didn’t want my mess on her face. One, two, three, four huge streams of cum splattered across her chest and tits. Three more small squirts dropped into her cleavage.

Gary caught it all on tape, so close I was surprised he didn’t get wet. He said, “Fuck, that’s a cannon, not a dick!” Kelly posed like a glamour girl, albeit a very nasty one, with cum splattered across her face and chest, as Gary taped her some more, including zoom-ins on the cum. When he finally shut off the camera, Gary offered Kelly a towel or a shower, her choice. She declined both. She was perfectly happy as she was.

Kelly sat on the floor between us and watched the rest of the movie. Gary and I were, literally, drained. We had been hard and building up to that release for hours. We eventually went up to the fridge to select a beer of choice. He thanked me for spending the time and sharing Kelly. I assured him that I certainly had a blast but it was Kelly’s choice to be there and fuck him.

When we got back downstairs, Kelly had grabbed a mini-Louisville slugger Gary had on a shelf. It was now a dildo and it was fucking the hell out of her cunt. She was ramming the bat with one hand and polishing her clit with the other. The movie was ending like a fireworks show, with a barrage of shots of cum erupting out of cocks of every size, shape, and color. Gary and I stood close as we watched Kelly blast a final huge spray as she came. Both of us got wet feet.

Kelly went upstairs to get a drink. Gary popped in yet another movie, a compilation of ‘amateur couples.’ Compared to what we had just done, it was pretty tame. We all watched for a bit and then one-by-one we nodded off. I woke up first and had to look around to find a clock. It was almost six a.m. I nudged Kelly and woke her up. She was also ready to go. Without her pants, I had to give her my coat to wrap around her ass as she ran to our car and implored it to “hurry up and make some damn heat!”

True to his word, a package from Gary arrived in the mail a few days later. It was a VHS tape with one hundred twenty minutes of action between the three of us. Kelly and I fucked as we watched that tape many, many, many times.