High School Disco Dance With Kelly free porn video

It was mid-May of 1978. Kelly and I were just a couple of short weeks away from high school graduation. We were the peak of the Baby Boomers and our small-town school was crammed to overflowing with over fifteen hundred teenagers. For reasons I can’t recall, the prom that year had been moved to early April (maybe it was band availability?) from its normal May slot. Every school has its cliques. At our school, the Barbie Dolls were at the top of the pecking order for all social events.

Disco was at the peak of popularity. Although all dances were scheduled at the beginning of the school year, mid-school year the Barbie Dolls managed to convince the powers in charge that they needed a disco dance. To appease some concerns, it was agreed that it would be for Juniors and Seniors only. And so, the dance was set. Part of what helped make it happen was the Barbie Dolls had a handful of teachers on their side who agreed to be chaperones.

One of the teachers in their camp was the female Phy-Ed teacher, Miss L, who was in charge of the dance portion of the class (yes, we learned to dance in Phy-Ed class). That year they swapped out the Fox Trot and polka dancing for The Bump and The Hustle. Kelly and I enjoyed dancing and we were looking forward to the dance.

Our close friends (and sex swap partners) Yvonne and Patrick were a split decision. Patrick had two left feet, but Yvonne loved to dance, plus Patrick worked on Friday nights and didn’t want to give up the money. The compromise was that Kelly, Yvonne, and I would be a threesome for the dance. I was really looking forward to the evening!

About a week before the dance the Barbie Dolls spread the word that since it should be a ‘real’ disco dance, the girls needed to leave their bras at home. For some girls, that caused panic. And really, it was panic in that little universe because you did not want to be a girl who crossed the Barbie Dolls. They were cute, popular, and all that. Plus, they could be very, very mean.

Kelly could have cared less about the Barbie Dolls. She was beyond them and living a larger life. Yvonne was much more conservative than Kelly and a bit more apprehensive about ditching her bra in front of classmates. But, after a week of Kelly, Patrick and me convincing her, she bought in, and then some!

Kelly had been hanging out with Patrick and Yvonne that Friday since after school. I was picking up the girls in time for the seven-p.m. dance. Many things hit me all at once when Kelly opened their apartment door: Damn! She and Yvonne looked as sexy as hell! Kelly and Yvonne had been into the cheap wine. Kelly unquestionably had been recently fucked (by Patrick, who else?) and was horny as hell.

Yvonne was wearing an ivory translucent blouse that clearly showed off her brown areolae on top of her large A-cup boobs. Her brown pencil-eraser nipples looked like they could put an eye out! On the bottom, she was wearing a brown mini-skirt. Yvonne had lacked confidence in her smallish breasts. Our convincing over the previous week had been focused on how perfectly, model-like, their shape was. Any fashion magazine from that week showed off models with tits just like hers.

Kelly, oh my God, was wearing some of Yvonne’s clothes. On top, she had what looked like a white men’s dress shirt except that it was completely sheer. Her seventeen-year-old 32F firm boobs were the definition of eye candy. Kelly was very jealous of Yvonne’s always-erect-nipples. Yet the fact that her nipples were at full attention, told me that she’d quite recently had a good fucking. On the bottom, she was wearing a pair of black, ass-hugging, huge-legged bell-bottom polyester slacks. They were just barely brushing the ground thanks to Kelly’s huge platform sandals. It took a lot of shoe to make up for the five-inch height difference between five-two Kelly and Yvonne.

I was dressed of the day, and thankfully no photos exist, in my powder-blue leisure suit, a half-unbuttoned unbelievably long-collared loud shirt, and platform heels. Two-inch heels on a six-foot-four guy were ridiculous. Yet, style. What could I say?

I felt like a damn pimp walking into that dance! Kelly on one arm and Yvonne on the other. Nipples and boobs were visible. It was a fucking show-stopping event! To get to the gym, where the dance was, we had to walk through the cafeteria where folks were all milling around. Everyone stared and smiled. Some of the girls were happy to see that there were other brave souls wearing see-through blouses. My eagle eyes caught lots of jiggling, a lot of ‘high beams’, and at least a dozen other girls in see-through tops (although none with boobs as large as Kelly’s or nipples as perfect as Yvonne’s). It seemed like everyone got the memo.

We paused to chat with some of the girls’ friends. I stood there using my sky-high perch to watch all of the guys jockeying to get a look at Kelly’s tits. And she knew it as well. Her nipples were slowly getting harder and harder from being stared at.

I also noticed Mrs. G She was my teacher crush. I had it bad. She was only twenty-six. She was wearing a dress that looked like the red one from Saturday Night Fever, only hers was powder blue. She was braless and her womanly mom-nipples were loudly and proudly poking through the sleek material. Mrs. G’s hair was the opposite of Kelly’s. It was very, very dark, nearly black. It hung to the middle of her back but was in huge loopy waves and curls. She must have been Italian or Greek, or something close.

Miss L, the Phy-Ed teacher was at the gym door. Completely oblivious then, and yet so obvious now, that Miss L was gay. No surprise that she was very complimentary of the girls showing off their boobs. As we were all walking into the gym for the dance, she was kind of squaring up the girls that were showing the most, with her hands on their shoulders, checking out their chests, and telling them how proud they should be of their beautiful bodies.

Kelly had her hair down for the dance. Board-straight dishwater blond, her hair hung down to the bottom of her ass. She always teased that she needed all that hair to keep her boobs from tipping her over. She used that line many times that night as her boobs were about the only thing on guy’s minds as they chatted or danced with her.

The dance was a heck of a lot of fun. Kelly was mostly on her own adventures. I was mostly dancing with Yvonne and some of Kelly’s other friends, although on a few occasions a girl would bump them away and dance with me. Just days away from graduation and I found out three girls had big crushes on me and wished we could have dated. A hell of a compliment, but I was also pretty sure none of them could have fucked as good as Kelly.

The gym was quite dark, apparently on purpose. The only light was some small lights the DJ had set up. They had rented a mirror ball, but it was so damn bright they would only turn it on for a few seconds at a time.

It all summed up to make it a big make-out dance. Guys were all feeling up girls boobs. Buttons were being unbuttoned. I saw more hands slip inside of halter tops and wrap dresses than I could count. Only one of Kelly’s friends brushed my hands away when I tried to cop a feel. Yvonne let me play with her chest all I wanted and she would discretely (or so I thought) stroke my cock through my slacks.

At one point, I was dancing with Becca, one of Yvonne and Kelly’s close friends. She had no problem letting me feel up her firm D-cups boobs, including her hard button nipples. Becca was flirting with me by whispering directly into my ear and nibbling on my earlobe and neck. My cock was so hard I thought it might crack.

Then she dropped: “Are you and Yvonne fucking?” I nearly had a heart attack! The four of us thought we were being so discreet, especially around the girls’ friends.

“Why would you ask that?”

“I see how she looks at you. How she touches you. And how Patrick looks at Kelly. I think you guys are swapping.”

I denied it with everything I had. Later, I told Yvonne to be on the lookout. I finally caught up with Kelly. Her blouse was tucked in but fully unbuttoned to the waist. The shirt itself was meant to be oversized, so her boobs were right there for anyone who wanted to play with them. She also seemed a little tipsy. I told her about Becca. “She’s just jealous. She wants your cock too.” Okay…

I asked her about the booze. Kelly said a couple of the guys had flasks and were slipping her shots. I asked about her open blouse. “The guys are loving playing with my tits! So was Mr. J.” What the heck!

Mr. J was one of the allies that the Barbie Dolls had lined up. He taught choir and managed to work some disco into the end of the semester. He was also a young teacher, hired the same year as Mrs. G. He was a chaperone. Kelly filled me in on lots of details the next day, but a group of girls got Mr. J out on the dancefloor for quite a while.

Later, Kelly saw Mr. J standing around being a chaperone and she grabbed him saying that she missed her turn to dance with him earlier. They were dancing in a corner area with not many folks around, Kelly was horny as hell and was rubbing herself against him. He finally couldn’t take much more and slipped his hands down to her butt.

As they danced with his hands grabbing her butt, Kelly leaned back and unbuttoned her blouse while he watched her. He took the bait and fondled her tits for a few minutes. Kelly had to turn it on strong but she finally got him to give each nipple a quick lick. Kelly was rubbing his hard-on through his slacks as he dove in a bit more and sucked her nipples firmly. He eventually came to his senses and they split apart.

From that point, Kelly left her shirt unbuttoned. She kept moving around the floor dancing with lots of different guys. Anyone that wanted to feel her tits, she let them. It was nearly all guys, but a couple of brave girls had to check them out also. I also forgot to mention that several times throughout the dance the Barbie Dolls were on the PA imploring people to “Mix it up!” and dance with new partners.

Kelly found her friend Lori. She was there without her boyfriend as he had graduated a couple of years prior. We’ve had some wild times with Lori, then and many years later. Lori was pure mischief and that’s why we love her!

Back in the dinosaur days before sexting, we had Phy-Ed class. Everyone had to take group showers. So, if you wanted to know about some girl’s body, you’d ask your own girlfriend. She’d describe the other chick to you. Or maybe she’d even get a description from a friend of hers if they didn’t have PE at the same time. And it went the other way. That was how most of the girls knew that Steve probably had the longest cock in our school.

Steve was a hockey player and was only about five-seven or eight. When he took a shower at the end of PE, that damn thing would slap from thigh to thigh as he walked. It had to be close to six-inches long when limp. Of course, none of us guys ever saw him hard, but Kelly had heard from his former girlfriend Mary that it was pretty amazing.

Somehow, Kelly, Lori, and Steve ended up dancing together and it got very steamy. Steve was inside of Kelly’s blouse. Lori wore a camisole top that she tugged down to expose her small tits for Steve to suck on. Steve had a flask and soon they decided to slip out to his car to refill the flask.

As soon as they were in his back seat, Lori and Steve were playing tongue hockey. Kelly got down to business and fished his cock out of his trousers. She was just a touch disappointed. Steve was as hard as could be but was maybe just a touch over seven inches long, far from the longest cock Kelly had ever seen. Nonetheless, it was a nice big dick and Kelly was enjoying deep throating him.

After a few minutes of Kelly sucking his cock, Steve really wanted more of Kelly’s tits. He pulled her up and helped Kelly remove her blouse as he went nuts licking, sucking, nibbling, and a little biting, on Kelly knockers. Lori had taken over cock-sucking duty. The girls knew he was close when Steve started humping the air. Lori swallowed his load. Kelly was a little bummed that she didn’t get the prize, but quickly got down to his cock and sucked him clean and dry and kept him in her mouth until he went limp like a “long worm” she said.

Steve filled the flask with sloe gin after they all took a few swigs from the bottle and they all headed back inside. I had figured in my mind that Yvonne and I would be able to slip out for a quick fuck, but Becca had the spy-eyes on us. Yvonne and I were still feeling each other up, as was the whole room, but we had to delay our fuck.

The dance was starting into the last hour when the DJ put on “Love to Love You Baby.” You may remember that the full-length version was a nearly twenty-minute-long Donna Summer orgasm. Great song, but hard to dance to. It was meant for fucking. The Barbie Dolls had a plan.

At our school, there was a game called “Choo Choo,” don’t know if anyone else has ever heard of it? It starts out like a boy-girl-boy-girl conga line. You get an unsuspecting sap at the end of the line. The line comes to a stop. The front couple kisses, the girl turns and kisses the boy behind and so on down the line. When it gets to the end the girl turns and, shock of shocks, instead of kissing the boy at the end, gently slaps his face. What can I say? It was fun for teenagers.

As soon as Donna started to cum the Barbie Dolls started up a Choo Choo line, imploring people over and over to “mix it up!” We had well over a hundred kids in a huge line around the edge of the gym. Oh, you’re also not supposed to turn around until it’s your turn to kiss the one behind you so it’s a surprise of who you get to kiss.

As the Choo Choo chugged along, I had Amy in front of me. She was one of the little Honey’s that said I missed out on dating her. At first, I had my hands around her waist. But Donna was groaning pretty good and my hands slipped upward and I was cupping her nice B-cup titties. I could feel her puffy nipples through her flimsy dress. Amy shook her little ass at me.

I had no idea who was behind me, but she liked my butt. She kept squeezing my ass as the line choo-choo'd around. I wanted to peek over my shoulder but was also excited to be surprised by the girl who liked my ass.

The line stopped. Donna was cumming over the loudspeakers. We were all horny. It was so many people I think we all were afraid it may take forever to get to our turn, but the Barbies had a plan. A quick kiss, pass it on. Then go back for serious seconds.

Amy smiled broadly as she turned around to kiss me. She gave me more than a quick peck. I was definitely getting more of that! I turned around and my ass-grabber was Mrs. G! Holy shit! HOLY SHIT! Now, I’ll say that we had been flirtatious for a couple of years and worked together on some extra-curricular stuff, but it was just a horny student lusting after a hot teacher. She laid into me like she was ready to explode into flames. She stopped for a hot second, didn’t release her arms from around me, turned, and gave the guy behind her a quick peck.

Mrs. G turned back to me and we engaged in a serious make-out session, as was pretty much everyone else until the song eventually ended. A couple of minutes in and I decided to go for it. What could they do, suspend me? I slipped my hand onto her breast. She put her hand over mine. Shit, here it goes, I thought. She moved my hand to the middle of her chest and in one quick move opened her dress and put my hand on her bare breast.

Wow! Perfect B-cup boob with a rock-hard mom-nipple capping it off. I was back and forth playing with both nipples. My other hand was rubbing with her butt, finding zero evidence of panties. We were both panting. It almost sounded like a race as to which of us would cum first. I rubbed my cock against her side. She reached down and tugged on it over my slacks. I was seriously going to unload in my pants!

Mrs. G was the best kiss of my life to that point, and still in my all-time top five. I was out of my mind, but in retrospect, not as much as she was! I kept one hand on her butt and moved the other to her front. Her flimsy dress was no barrier and I quickly, over her dress, had my hand on her pussy and my middle finger was rubbing her slit and quickly found her clit. She hugged me tightly and was moaning into my ear.

I’d had enough sexual experience to know she was actually going to cum. She was on the train and wouldn’t be stopped. She gave me a death grip and I heard a very stifled, “unghh, unghh, UNGHH” directly into my ear canal. She was still stroking me. I leaned down and whispered to her “I’m cumming” and I let loose an epic load into my skivvies.

As soon as we both came, we both came to our senses, released, and pulled apart. I raced to the restroom to clean out my mess before I had a massive wet spot on the front of my slacks

I saw Mrs. G. again about twenty minutes later. She came up and gave me a big hug. She whispered to me “Thank you! I really needed that!” I didn’t know what to say? My fantasy teacher had jerked me off. Fuck! I noticed she was holding a folder in front of her. It hadn’t dawned on me until that moment that I’d caused her to have a wet spot on her dress. I nodded down and whispered, “I’m sorry about that...”

She looked me in straight in the eyes with her huge brown doe eyes and said “I wouldn’t trade it away for anything.” Then she patted me on the face and said “Now go take care of those other girls, you stud.” I floated off, in a daze. It was more than a year later when it came out that she’d gotten a divorce and around the time of our interlude, she had been separated for months.

I was floating along when Amy grabbed my hand. “Wow, you’ll even make out with a teacher before me!” She was pretending to be hurt. I was in the stupid zone where my dick had been doing my thinking. Again, the voice in my head said ‘what do you have to lose?’

I pulled Amy in for an extended kiss and softly asked her if she’d like to get some fresh air. Ten minutes later and tiny Amy was in my backseat, on her back, naked with her rumpled dress laying over my front seat. My hand was rubbing her furry little slit, getting her wet and opening her little clam. Amy’s hands were playing with my balls as my cock grew again to its loud and proud six-inch size.

Oh, to be a teenager again, with a thirty-minute turn-around time! A couple of swipes through her slit and Amy was ready for entry. Damn was she tight! Kelly was pretty loose, which made for all kinds of fun. Yvonne was much tighter but it worked. Amy was a locked up little clam. I was very glad I’d just emptied a massive load or I would have probably filled her cunt on the second stroke.

The more we fucked the wetter she got. Amy didn’t seem to want anything too fancy, just a good steady rhythmic fucking. She had one quiet orgasm and pleaded “please don’t stop.” I kept fucking away and a few minutes later she came again. That was a louder, stronger orgasm. That time she just said “more.”

I picked up the pace and started to slam my nuts into that little pussy. I soon had the car bouncing, her ass bouncing, my ass bouncing. She came a third time, that time moaning out “Yes, God, yes!” I was ready to blast what I had. I locked up, ready to launch. “Please don’t cum inside!”

What the hell? What kind of fool was that age, fucking, and not on the pill in 1978? So, I pulled out and didn’t give her an opportunity to swallow me. I shot one long stream from her cunt to her tits. She seemed shocked. Maybe her other guys were dribblers? I could only imagine if I’d laid down on her what Mrs. G had caused!

Kelly and I kept a hand towel in the back seat to mop up our fuck juices. Every time we’d use it Kelly would take it home to wash. The towel was looking pretty worn out, but it helped Amy clean up enough to get her dress back on. She clung to me for a bit once we were back inside and we danced some more.

Kelly had been up to her own fun all evening. At one point she had three guys ganged up on her. They had previously found an unlocked classroom and convinced her to go with them for a round of blowjobs. Kelly was feeling all of the shots from the evening and the thought of sucking three cocks at once really had her attention.

She sat in the teacher’s chair, as she didn’t want to mess up Yvonne’s slacks. All three of the guys pulled out their dicks and started stroking them as Kelly used her mouth and hands to try to keep all three attended. None of the guys packed anything unusual, they were all just normal five, six-inch white dicks. The first guy pulled her mouth away from his buddy and let his spunk loose. A small load and Kelly had it gone in a gulp. The second guy was also a quick draw and he gave her a couple of more dribbles.

The third guy was taking some time. He seemed bashful. Finally, Kelly suggested to his pals that they take off, “Don’t worry, he’s not going to get to fuck me.” Once they left, he seemed more focused. Kelly eventually felt his nuts tighten up. His hands grabbed her head a bit too tightly. Kelly’s mouth waited for its prize. He started to spurt several strong streams of cum. Her mouth was filling quickly. Yeah! That was the kind of gift Kelly had hoped for!

After about his third shot, the lights in the classroom flickered on. He was still holding Kelly’s head and she was still grabbing his ass. Neither would let go for a couple of more beats until he shot his last squirt of cum. He made a quick glance over his shoulder and ran away through the back doorway, tucking his cock away as he ran out to the hallway and back to the gym.

Kelly was sitting there, knees spread in the teacher’s chair, swallowing a mouthful of cum as Mr. J. watched her. Kelly saw his cock was hard again. “How long did you watch?”

He wasn’t really expecting Kelly to speak first and she caught him off guard. “Long enough,” was his reply.

“I’d say so. You’re rock hard. Turn off the lights and come here.”

“Kelly, I, I, I…”

“Come here.” He flicked off the lights.

As he stood in front of Kelly’s face she unzipped his polyester slacks. Kelly loved how silky they felt. ‘Mr. J, you devil’ she thought to herself. Mr. J had gone commando. She pulled his hairy balls and hard cock through his unzipped fly. She slowly licked his cock from his balls to the tip. His cock was on the fat side. Kelly liked it. She kept working slowly on him, building his anticipation.

She knew it was working when she was awarded a drop of pre-cum at the end of each long tongue stroke. Mr. J was getting nervous. He whispered, “We should hurry.” Before his sentence finished, Kelly swallowed his cock whole. Instead of ending his sentence with a period, it ended with a “gggnnnhhh.”

Kelly was slamming her head up and down on his cock, holding his shaft tightly between her lips, her tongue swirling around whatever amount of cock was in her mouth at the moment. She learned that Mr. J was a swearer: “Oh shit! Oh, fuck! Jesus!” He was cursing on every stroke. It was just a couple of minutes later when he instinctively shoved Kelly’s face deeper into his groin as his cock began to pump it’s prized liquid into Kelly’s throat.

He held her down a couple of moments longer than needed. He had finished pumping his load. Kelly sputtered a bit when she finally got some air. He quickly apologized. Kelly held his cock in front of her face and slowly squeezed it from his groin out to the tip as she milked out every drop of his cum, catching each one on her tongue.

Eventually, Kelly decided she was done with his cock and he quickly put it away. Mr. J offered Kelly a hand to stand up. Once she stood they could both see that her blouse was pulled out of her slacks and nearly ready to fall off her shoulders. Mr. J said, “you should probably get put together before going back inside.”

Kelly had already unzipped her slacks and let them fall to her hips. She grabbed Mr. J’s hand. “Everyone else has been satisfied except me…” she said as she was pulling his hand to her pussy. He put up a slight bit of resistance until he felt her baby-smooth shaved pubic mound. He couldn’t help but have his middle finger swallowed by her slit. It was like a quicksand pit. It could pull in whatever would get close.

It didn’t take but a moment. Kelly’s trigger had been ready to fire all night. Mr. J’s action on her clit had her trembling through an orgasm in moments. Both fully satisfied, Kelly did up a couple of buttons on her blouse, tucked it in, and zipped up her slacks. They walked together to the gym, he let her enter first and then followed a few steps behind.

Becca found her first. She let Kelly know that I had been looking for her. They were playing the last song. I couldn’t find her and was hoping that she wasn’t in the middle of fucking someone out in the parking lot. When the song ended they scooted us out of the gym. Lots of folks were milling around in the cafeteria.

It was easy to see why. There had been countless partner swaps that night. Lots of girls were barely dressed. Kelly had again completely unbuttoned her blouse. I’d been successful in getting Yvonne down to just one remaining button. Becca still had the top button connected on her dress, but I had released the three below it. No matter how she moved you could see all of her boobs except the nipples

It was a crowd of lathered up horny kids who, it seemed, were all on their way to a favorite spot to fuck. The girls seemed to be loving the feeling of the guys bowing to the power of their tits.

As the crowd moved to the parking lot, I think it was the Barbie Dolls that started it. I saw a couple of them dancing around topless just one row away. In moments, many of the girls removed their blouses. Those in dresses that could unbutton or unzip, let loose the top half and everyone was dancing around loving the freedom of their exposed tits. A couple of girls removed their dresses completely and danced in their panties. It was clear that many, many flasks had been brought, and consumed that night.

A minute later and a few girls were standing on the hoods, trunks, and then roofs of cars shaking their tits and their asses. Then many more girls were dancing on cars. Yvonne and Kelly had tossed me their blouses and were on my ’68 Impala dancing. Becca’s boyfriend and a couple of his buddies were standing with me watching them and egging them on.

Yvonne shocked me when she shimmied down her miniskirt and kicked it to me. Pink hip-hugger panties accentuated her slim butt. Kelly gave me a look and I shook my head “No!” She was like a volcano and could erupt any minute. If she got bottomless, she’d be naked, and then it would be an all-out orgy. It just wasn’t really the place. Although now, I don’t know why I thought that? If there was ever a time, that was it.

Some guy on the other side of the car offered Kelly a hand. She sat down on the roof with her legs dangling over. First, he pulled her to the edge of the roof and put his face in her crotch. She told me later that he ripped her panties pulling them aside as he ate her pussy. After a couple of minutes, he lifted her off the car and stood her up. I could see her wiggling. Then her slacks got tossed onto the hood. Girls were finally getting down from the cars and cars were starting to leave the lot.

Yvonne kind of fell from the trunk into my arms. She locked her arms around me and buried her tongue into my mouth. She pulled back and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight.” She wrapped her long smooth leg around me and was rubbing her panties against my crotch. Becca’s boyfriend was looking at us with the look that said he was sporting a hard-on on her behalf.

A moment later Becca joined us around the car. She gave me the deepest “I fucking knew it!” stare I’ve ever received in my life. I broke off the make-out session with Yvonne and opened the front driver’s door and had Yvonne slide in. I got in next to her. Kelly was leaning up against the window of the passenger door. Yvonne rolled it down and tapped Kelly’s back letting her know it was time to go.

We were ignored. Yvonne slid over next to the window and then pulled at my arm. Yvonne turned to me and said, “They’re fucking.” I looked more closely. It was dark and there wasn’t much light from the lot lights. Nonetheless, we could see that Kelly’s body was being rhythmically bounced against the door. Yvonne put her hand on the small of Kelly’s back and held it there.

A minute later the bouncing stopped. Kelly’s body slid down the side of the car as she was lowered. There were some kissing and quiet talk. Then Kelly flipped her leg through the window and hopped into the car through the window, landing on Yvonne’s lap.

Yvonne had questions. Kelly explained that it was Steve. She and Lori had sucked him off earlier. I interrupted “Long cock Steve?”

Kelly replied “yeah, but not that long” and then went back to her conversation with Yvonne explaining that he found her on the car, ate her, and then whined that they hadn’t fucked earlier. Kelly said she told him “Well, you have my pussy ready. Whip it out.” Steve did and he fucked her up against my car door.

Yvonne chimed in, for my benefit, “indeed they did, his cum is leaking onto my leg.”

As I started to drive out of the parking lot Kelly freaked out about Yvonne’s borrowed clothes. I had her butt covered and said they were in my back seat, along with Yvonne’s. We were just a five-minute drive to Yvonne’s apartment. I insisted that I carry in their clothes. Naked Kelly and panty-covered Yvonne made a beeline up the outdoor flights of stairs to the third floor. They were inside the apartment when I caught up, although the apartment door was standing wide open.

Patrick was naked on the living room floor and Kelly was hovering over him aiming her pussy on his banana dick. I stood there in the open doorway kind of hoping someone would walk past and catch a view. A minute later and I heard footsteps. A couple of guys in their twenties were walking down the hall toward me and the stairs.

They glanced at me and the open door and caught a glimpse of Kelly, then riding Patrick with her ass facing us. They screeched to a stop and backed up a step and just stood and watched. Kelly’s ass was bouncing up and down on his cock.

I heard the toilet flush in the master bedroom. Yvonne came out through the bedroom door, naked, and took a heartbeat to notice the guys now staring at her body. Cool as a cucumber she said “oh, hello” and then pulled me in from holding the door open and slowly closed the door.

We heard “thank you!” from the hallway. Yvonne grabbed hold of me and quickly the both of us were furiously removing my fabulous leisure suit.

As soon as I was naked Yvonne pushed me onto the bed in their bedroom and climbed on top of me for a sixty-nine. As I got my nose in her hairless cunt we both heard Kelly cum. Kelly always cums first! We both giggled at how fast Kelly cums on Patrick’s cock. It’s not his five and a half inches, it’s his curve that runs his tip right over her G-spot.

After I ate out Yvonne until she was soaked and she had sucked me until I was blazing hard, she crawled around and slipped her snug sheath over my cock. Yvonne likes a nice slow steady fuck. It takes her about a hundred strokes, but it makes her cum and she’s happy! She whispered to me: “I tasted your cum and some pussy too. Who was the lucky girl?”

I told Yvonne about me making out with Mrs. G. It blew her mind! Then I told her about taking Amy out for a quick fuck since Becca had been watching her and I like a hawk. Yvonne liked hearing about my adventures. She sat up and ground extra hard onto my cock. She had a nice quiet orgasm and then went back to her slow fucking.

I told Yvonne what Kelly had said about Becca. Yvonne agreed “She’s right. She’s jealous and wants your cock. Kelly has always said what a great lover that you are. But don’t worry about her. You have all you can handle keeping the two that you have happy.” Yvonne leaned in for a very passionate kiss. We must have hit another hundred strokes because she came again!

Yvonne had us flip over for another sixty-nine, once she was under me she tilted her head back and let me fuck her throat. I was already pretty close. A few solid thrusts and I came so hard my cock actually stung. Three loads in a night were hard work!

We had heard Kelly cum a couple more times while we fucked. We went out into the living room and saw the slider to the balcony was open. Kelly was on the balcony standing on her tip-toes, facing out, legs spread wide, holding onto the railing as Patrick had his legs between hers, fucking her from behind. They had the balcony light on. We watched them fuck for probably ten minutes.

Patrick pulled out and slumped into a patio chair. Kelly knelt in front of him and licked his cock clean. We all knew too much about each other sexually. Yvonne and I both could tell that wasn’t his first load since we’d arrived back at the apartment. Doing the math in my head, it was probably the third time he’d cum with Kelly since school got out that afternoon.

Kelly stood up and put one foot on Patrick’s thigh, aiming her pussy at the yard, and jerked her clit so fast I thought it might ignite. She tried her best to be quiet as she let out a muffled “Oh fuck!” and sprayed Patrick’s entire torso with a massive blast of her cum.

My cock was twitching and leaking. Yvonne noticed and dropped down in front of me to swallow my limp cock and suck me dry. Kelly and Patrick came in and closed the slider. Kelly said, “You should have joined us!”

I told her that I doubted the neighbors could have handled much more. Kelly laughed and then admitted that there was a guy on a second-floor balcony of the next building, which was perpendicular to theirs, that they were pretty sure was not only watching them but was using binoculars. That was when Kelly moved, facing out toward them. And Patrick turned on the balcony light. Patrick said he could see the two-circle refection of the guy’s binoculars.

We all agreed it had been a wild night and we were all pretty sweaty and cum-drenched. We took turns, two at a time in the tub/shower. They had a king-size bed, and as we had done several times before, Kelly slept in the middle between Patrick and Yvonne. At least once, usually twice, during the night someone would wake up and have sex with Kelly. She didn’t really care who or how.

I crashed out on the couch in the living room, just outside their bedroom. Sometime in the night, Kelly got up to pee. She came and checked on me. I was naked, lying on my back, probably snoring, and apparently having a pretty good dream. Kelly decided my hardon looked appealing and she sat down on me, like normal on a couch, but with my cock between her ass and the cushion.

Kelly bounced her pussy on me a few minutes until she came, kissed me on the cheek, and then crawled off to bed. A few minutes later I heard the bed bouncing. It sounded like Kelly was riding Patrick. Again, she came, and then they stopped.

I think I nodded off and then a bit later, I heard the steady rhythm of Yvonne being fucked. I could hear Kelly was also involved but couldn’t tell from the sounds exactly how? Knowing her, she was probably sucking Patrick’s nuts. I fell asleep listening to them all fuck. My mind that night was filled with insane dreams of fucking countless girls and shooting cum like a geyser. So many crazy things had happened that night.