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It was early in October of 1977. Kelly and I were high school seniors. Our school celebrated homecoming for an entire week. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday after school we had crazy contests like tricycle races and stuffing a Volkswagen (for which the puny little freshmen had a built-in advantage). Thursday evening was the parade through downtown followed by a big bonfire at a farm just a mile away from the high school.Kelly looked great that night, as always. She was wearing a pair of short, short cut-off jean shorts. They had been a pair of very worn-out jeans, with plenty of patches covering many of the holes, before Kelly chopped them off and got another summer out of them. On top, she wore my favorite tube top. It was just a tube (no shoulder straps) of scrunchy, elasticized white material, partially see-through, a one-size-fits-all thing that fought for its life to cover Kelly’s massive 32F jugs. Over that she had an unbuttoned flannel shirt, just in case she ran into any adults.Kelly’s dishwater blonde hair was very long. It hung down to her butt. Kelly had let her hair out of her typical braid that day and it looked beautiful.The bonfire was a massive fire pre-built out of maybe a hundred pallets. The fire was intense and the ring of students standing around the fire was a few hundred feet across. Our town was small, but the student population was huge (we were at the peak of the Baby Boom). The weather that week had been perfect, an Indian Summer. It was still in the seventies at the time of the bonfire. One side of the field where the fire was located backed up to a wooded area. We stood on that side.The heat was sweltering. I think the pallets were made of oak or something. Kelly handed me her flannel shirt and I had it tucked into the back of my jeans. The circle kept growing larger as more kids showed up and more backed up, away from the heat. We were at the outside of the circle and had probably three or four rows of kids between us and the fire.Kelly had been feeling frisky all day. Soon we were necking and playing a good game of tongue hockey. It was dark and everyone (well, those that weren’t doing the same thing we were) was looking toward the fire so I had slipped a hand into her shorts and then wiggled a finger through her bush to get a finger into her vagina. Kelly’s twat was still bahis şirketleri furry back then. It would be a few months later when she would shave it off for good. She was moaning softly as she enjoyed my kisses and the fingering.That stopped suddenly when someone jumped up high on my back (no small feat as I’m six-four), like a damn monkey! “Jeez! Get a room!” she said. We recognized the voice. It was Lori. She was a little pixie. Barely a hundred pounds, small boobs, short hair, and pure devil! Lori had been my second piece. Kelly and I were at a wild party with her cadre.I stood straight up and took a step back from Kelly. Lori didn’t drop off. Instead, she swung around like a monkey so she was facing me and wrapped her legs even more tightly around my torso. She lunged at me and buried her tongue past my tonsils. After a minute of a passionate ‘hello’, Lori broke for air. “What’cha doing, Stud?”We started a conversation, including Kelly, but quickly realized we had a young man, who’d arrived with Lori’s attack. Kelly said, “You should introduce us.” Lori let us know that the guy was Tommy. Tommy and Kelly started a conversation because Lori went back to digging out my tonsils with her tongue.Lori gave my tongue a rest and slipped her tongue into my ear. That was like my Achilles’ Heel. Kelly knew it made me instantly hard. Unfortunately, Lori either figured it out (which I doubt) or Kelly innocently told her (my bet). Lori had a nasty habit of occasionally leaping on me in the school hallways, slipping her wet tongue into my ear and telling me some nasty thing, either what she wanted to do to me, or something that had been done to her. She’d hop off, slip away, and leave me sporting a rock-hard boner.As Lori tongue-fucked my ear, she explained to me that Tommy was an acquaintance of just that evening, who very much, “Wants to fuck me.”“I don’t feel like it. I’d rather suck your cock. Whadya say Stud? Can I suck your cock? You know I like it when you cum in my mouth.” And that was a damn lie. I’d fucked Lori. We’d made out a few times. I’d fingered her, but I’d never cum in her mouth. It didn’t matter. My dick was dripping pre-cum like a river.As Lori was working on my cock, through my ear, I was watching Kelly and Tommy. There was enough bonfire light between the bodies for me to see that bahis firmaları Tommy had Kelly turned with her back to the fire, they were making out just as frisky as were Lori and I, and that Tommy had Kelly’s tube top pulled down and was pawing her tits.Lori dropped off of me like a monkey falling out of a tree. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the woods. It was quite dark but we could tell there were a dozen couples scattered around. I noticed at least two piles on the ground. Seemed likely that they were fucking. The crackling of the bonfire was so damn loud you couldn’t really hear anything other than that.Lori stopped suddenly, dropped to her knees in front of me, and quickly released my hard-on from my jeans. No one can deep-throat a cock as well as Kelly, but Lori’s a close second! Lori bobbed her head back and forth on my dick, her tongue swirling around my head, her tiny hand sliding up and down on my dick following her lips.Lori clearly wanted me to explode and in only a few minutes I did just that. With all of the after-school Homecoming stuff that week, Kelly and I had missed out on our afternoons fucks at her house before her folks got home from work. I’d been storing it up for days from an over-active teenage cum factory.I tapped Lori on the head as a warning. I assumed, correctly, that she’d want it in her mouth. I held her head as gently as I could, while inadvertently forcing my cock deep down her throat. I exploded rope after rope of cum into her tummy. She peeled my hands off when I was eventually finished so she could bob up and catch some air.“Fuuuck!” she said quietly, “nothing to swallow!” as she stood up. I put my cock away and we found Kelly and Tommy. “See ya later Stud,” Lori said as she walked away, with Tommy in tow like a puppy dog.Kelly looked at me. “Sooo…?”“Lori wanted to blow me and you could see that she was pretty determined.”“And…”“That’s what she did. What about Tommy? He seemed to like your boobs.”“Boy, did he ever. Mangled the heck out of them. I tried to slow him down. I reached for his dick and rubbed it a little. He was hard. But then he kind of jerked around a bit. I’m pretty sure he came in his pants. At least he gave my breasts a rest.” We had a good snicker. “You’re not off the hook though. You’re still taking care of me tonight,” she said.As kaçak bahis siteleri the bonfire started to wind down, we headed to my big ass Impala and climbed into the back seat. It had actually cooled down (had been hard to tell with the fire) and the humidity had pretty well fogged up the car windows. Kelly quickly got naked and then sucked me hard. I slipped into a very, very wet pussy.We were having a steady fuck, but I guess it was still enough to rock the car a bit. As people were leaving the bonfire some folks were banging on the car with their hands and shouting out their ‘support’ – “Give it to her good!” “I’m here if you need a real man!” “I can finish that for you!”A couple of guys smashed their faces right against the windows and tried to get a look. “Yeah, they’re fucking alright.” One guy had his face in the back window right above Kelly’s head. “Damn, I could do better than him! Let me in, get it – Let me in!” He walked away laughing his ass off.The crazy thing was, the more that people noticed us, the more heated up Kelly had become. She’d already cum twice and was working on a third. I’d been lying down on her missionary style. She pushed me up and started tugging her nipples with her hands.Another face smashed into the window and just stared at Kelly. She was looking up, right at him. She orgasmed as he watched her, open-mouthed. I started banging her harder. The car was really rocking. Kelly let go of her boobs and let them fly around. A second guy joined the first in the window.I put my hands behind Kelly’s knees and pressed them up towards her ears. By then, I truly had a wild fuck going. Kelly’s tits were flying around. Her cunt was hiked up to where the Peeping Tom’s could see it. Another face smashed onto the back window, also staring right down at Kelly being fucked. Kelly came again, trying so hard not to scream, but her audience could tell from her string of “Oh, fuck!” exclamations that she’d cum again.The two guys in the rear side window had an excited conversation, oblivious that if they heard us, we could hear them. Topic: “Shit! Did you hear that! She fucking came and we watched it!”Kelly started huffing like a wild animal. I knew the stage she was at. Defcon 5. Out of control, would do anything, only her pussy could make decisions, and it was in terminal orgasm velocity. Kelly was lifting her boobs and pointing her rock-hard nipples at her audience. She growled at me: “Fuck me harder!” I was slamming her cunt with all I had. I was shocked when Kelly pushed me away and pulled off of my cock.

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