It was Labor Day weekend of 1979. Kelly and I were nineteen and she would soon start her sophomore year of college. Patrick and Yvonne were our best friends in the world. Since we’d first swapped partners a couple of years prior we had become regular sex partners, especially Patrick and Kelly. Yvonne typically had to be “in the mood.” Kelly, however, was always ready for sex and loved nothing more than having two cocks willing to service her.
Patrick’s family had a long history of spending the holiday weekend at a cabin that had been his grandparents. His dad and his uncles now owned the place and Labor Day was a big family party. Patrick was taking Yvonne and invited Kelly and me to join them. His older sisters, who were a couple of real bitches, would be there with their husbands. From one family of cousins were Alan (twenty-five) and Keith (seventeen) with his girlfriend Rachel (sixteen). The third family of cousins didn’t have anyone near our ages.
We took along a tent for the four of us, as the cabin was way out of space. The weekend before we were to leave, Yvonne backed out. Her folks had moved to California and her mom was unexpectedly going to be in town on business. While we all expressed remorse she couldn't join us, we also knew it would be a guaranteed weekend of screwing. The three of us had all taken a camping trip the previous summer and Kelly kept Patrick’s and my balls drained the entire weekend.
We made the hour-long trip Saturday morning and spent the day on the river (it was riverfront property) boating, swimming, drinking, eating, and enjoying just general family insanity. A plan was made for a group of us to spend Sunday night camping on a sandbar in the river. Who was actually going was a roster that seemed to change by the hour?
That Saturday night ended with a big campfire and lots of fun, story-telling, and drinking. Patrick, Kelly, and I retired to our tent around two a.m. There were a couple of other tents set up in the yard to accommodate the crowd. Kelly had been feeling squirrelly all day. I’d busted her numerous times practically drooling over Alan in his tight Speedo swimsuit. Alan was about as bashful wearing his swimsuit as Kelly had been wearing hers.
Alan was a handsome dude that looked like he was carrying a trout in his suit, a fact that one of his uncles had enjoyed teasing him about throughout the day. Alan blew it off and was justifiably proud of his prominent equipment. I had also noticed Rachel and Patrick’s sisters checking out his package.
Kelly was five-foot-two with a huge 32F set of hooters topped with nice pink areolae and nipples that would look like red peanut M&M’s when played with. Yvonne had shaved Kelly’s pussy the very first time for her a couple of years prior and Kelly had kept it bare during the summer ever since. She was graced with long legs for her frame and a gorgeous little bubble butt.
Kelly had extremely long dishwater blonde hair that hung down to just below her ass. That weekend she had it in pigtails. Long and straight on each side with her hair gathered in a pair of leather wraps that were maybe three inches long. To me, it made her look like an Indian Maiden.
That Saturday Kelly was wearing a bikini. Kelly only owned bikinis that really showed off her body. Back then, affordable bikinis only came in one size for both top and bottom. Kelly’s butt was a ‘small’ which meant the top fought for its life to cover her tits.
That bikini was a low hip-hugger style that tied at the sides. It was so low in front that it was clear she didn’t have a huge seventies-style fur-burger. The backside came just above her ass-crack. The top was triangle cups with string ties. The triangles were carefully placed for areola coverage and had boobs spilling out all three sides of each triangle. The bottom was black and the top was bright blue.
I had caught Patrick’s uncles, as well as his brothers-in-law, all ogling her tits and ass. When she would come out of the water her nipples looked like they would rip right through her top. Kelly had caught them ogling too and would just sway her hips and bounce her boobs a little bit more.
Patrick was a year younger than Kelly and me. He and I had worn swimsuits that did not show off our dicks. Mine was a straight-ass normal six-inch cock. Patrick’s was maybe an inch shorter but his curved toward the sky and was shaped like a banana. Kelly loved it because in the right position his tip rubbed the hell out of her G-spot.
Patrick, Kelly, and I were in our tent for the night. It was hot as hell out and we were just laying on top of our sleeping bags. We were all pissing and moaning about the heat. Patrick whispered to Kelly that she’d be more comfortable if she removed her suit. She untied her bottoms, then the top, and then tossed them toward a corner.
A few minutes later, Kelly rolled to her side and offered her backside to Patrick. He stroked his banana hard and then dipped it into Kelly’s slit. Kelly does not have one of those tight little peaches that need a can-opener. She has full labia that swell even more when she’s fucked. Her lips are wide open and you can even see her clit if she’s standing naked right in front of you.
Kelly bent over from her hips and sucked my cock into her mouth. I was half asleep and limp. Kelly loved to mouth a limp cock and feel it swell to full hardness in her mouth. We were all trying to be as quiet as mice. Alan, Keith, Rachel, and Mark, one of Patrick’s uncles, and his wife were sleeping in the other two tents. Pretty soon we heard his uncle sawing logs.
Kelly couldn’t help but cum and she tried to keep it muffled by keeping my cock in her mouth. Patrick picked up the pace, trying to get his rocks off. Kelly came a second time and that time some noises escaped from her mouth. Patrick didn’t want to leave her with a messy cunt in the tent so he grabbed her shoulder. Kelly took the hint and spun around just in time to catch him in her mouth. She swallowed his load and then gave him a big sloppy kiss.
Her butt was facing my way so I shoved my cock into her twat and went for broke to pop my load. Kelly came twice as I grabbed her hips and fucked the hell out of her. Patrick kept her lip-locked and tried to swallow both orgasms, but again some quiet noises were being made. I have to admit some of those had come from me.
Her pussy felt incredibly good that night. I probably ‘whispered’, “I’m going to cum!” louder than I realized. Kelly spun again and swallowed my huge wad. Minutes later, fucked and satisfied, we all fell asleep.
We took our trip through the line the next morning for pancakes and sausages and then went out and sat around the fire ring to eat. For a couple of minutes, it was just Patrick, Kelly, Alan, and me. Alan said, “Sounded like you guys had a good time last night.” We just played it off and agreed that we all slept well.
Alan was one of those guys that could be at once charming and kind of a dick. “No, it sounded like the fun was before anyone slept. I could swear I heard a woman moaning in there.” He was looking right at Kelly with a huge grin. Kelly’s face was beyond beet red. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a natural thing. With a body like yours who could blame him?” Alan said.
Just then Rachel and Keith arrived. Rachel knew she walked into something and could see Kelly was embarrassed. Keith was oblivious.
Around ten, once it was hot out, everyone got back into swimsuits. Kelly, Patrick, and I waded into the river. Before long Patrick and I were tossing a football. Alan, Keith, and Rachel joined in. I saw Alan was working on Kelly as a lion culls a lone zebra from the herd.
“That was you that I heard cum wasn’t it?” Kelly had her moment when she was caught off guard. After that though, she was expecting it from him.
“Sure was. Four times I think?”
“Wow, the Big Guy is that good?”
“Well, yeah, actually he is. They both are.”
“Both?”
“Yeah. I have needs.”
Alan’s eyes bugged out as he dropped his hand onto Kelly’s ass. Kelly was belly-deep in the water so no one noticed. Alan’s demeanor had quickly changed from dick to a charming flirt. I could see they wadded out a bit further. Kelly was nearly up to her neck. Alan had slid her top’s triangles aside and was playing with her nipples.
Alan was again wearing his Speedo. Kelly had fished out his cock. Later, she told me it was big, probably seven inches long and her thumb and index finger could barely quite close around its girth. Someone from shore yelled out to all of us that they were taking the pontoon boat out for a ride. The four of us playing football started heading toward the dock. I called over to Kelly. It was obvious she’d not heard the announcement. By then, Alan had a couple of fingers in her pussy and she’d jacked him ever-so-close to cumming.
Kelly ditched Alan and followed us to shore. She reached out for my hand and whispered up my shoulder (I’m six-feet-four), “Alan’s going to have a hard time getting out of the water with that little Speedo of his. He’s very fascinated by my shaved pussy.”
We loaded onto the pontoon, settled in, and were about to shove off as Alan ran down the dock, jumped aboard, and quickly sat down. I couldn’t help but notice he had a half-limp cock as large as my own hardon lying sideways in his Speedo.
Rachel was sitting next to me. She was also wearing a bikini. It was bright green and pretty much the same style as Kelly’s but it was doing a better job of providing her coverage than was Kelly’s. Rachel’s shoulder-length hair had a tinge of red in it and she was covered from forehead to toes to fingertips with zillions of tiny freckles. Rachel was a slim girl, slim hips, barely B-cup boobs, and she was about five-foot-seven.
Once I took the time to really notice her, I thought she was sexy as hell. Something about those freckles got me going. Kelly was sitting out front between Patrick and Keith. Keith was quiet as he tried to be discrete while he was checking out Kelly’s body from behind his shades. Alan and his uncle Mark were sitting across from them. Neither was trying to be discrete. Neither was Alan’s dad, Michael, who was piloting the boat.
Rachel and I were on the bench behind the driver, under the canopy where she said she needed to sit to avoid sunburn. Before long she was letting me slather her up with sunscreen. She was softly mewing as I rubbed her from her ears to her toes. She turned and sat on the seat facing me as I rubbed her from her knees down. Her eyes were glued to my crotch and she was teasing my cock through my trunks with her toes. Dang! That little girl was a mover. She had me rock hard in no time.
After she was covered in sunscreen, I tossed a beach towel across my lap. No one seemed to be looking our way. Rachel took the bait and slipped her hand under the towel and reached up the leg of my suit. She played around with my cock and balls until I was hard. She was giving me a handjob within ten or fifteen feet of her boyfriend, his brother, cousin, and his dad. I kept my eyes locked on the crowd at the front of the boat.
Kelly had turned onto her back and was laying with her head in Patrick’s lap and had her legs draped across Keith’s crotch. She was wearing her sunglasses. She stretched her arms out way above her head. That act of stretching tugged her boobs such that both nipples popped out of her top. When she put her arms back down, the fabric was caught on her stiff nipples and it left them both exposed. Damn that girl was smooth!
The way all of the men on the boat were silent and just staring said everything. Then she lowered one foot to the deck, spreading her knees. It was clearly obvious that she was hairless. The wet fabric of her suit clung to her labia (Kelly had a couple of suits where she had removed the crotch lining so they would cling to her lips, this was one of them). A thin strip of bare labia was visible of both sides of the gusset of her suit. As close as he was, Keith could probably make out the outline of her clit.
Later she told me that Keith’s cock was as hard as a piece of pipe and huge. She kept one leg both covering it up for him and gently rubbing it to keep it stiff for her. Patrick also had a hardon poking her in the back of her head. She would occasionally look over at Alan and saw that he had placed his foot on the bench and was using his thigh to try to hide his huge hardon from his uncle next to him. She was pretty sure she saw a lump in his uncle Mark’s suit also. Alan eventually laid a T-shirt across his lap. Classic Kelly! Making every dick in the area stiff.
It was all perfect cover for Rachel and I. For being only sixteen, she was surprisingly good at stroking a cock, and shockingly bold for grabbing me in the first place. Her attitude and skills reminded me of a younger Kelly! I didn’t want to hold out. Her soft little hand felt so good. She used her thumb to focus on my frenulum. She took me over the edge and I pumped a huge load right into her hand. She held me until I went soft and then wiped her handful into the towel.
Just a minute later Michael, the driver, announced that we were going to drop anchor at a sandbar. Kelly was the first one up. She bent over at the waist to get on her sandals, aiming her ass at everyone except Patrick (he had a view into the canyon between her boobs). Her suit climbed far inside her crack and exposed both butt cheeks.
She probably saved Keith from anyone noticing the log in his suit. Alan quickly turned and dove over the side of the boat. Keith was right behind him. The rest of the guys followed, praying for the cool water to ease their problems.
Kelly and Rachel were the last ones on the boat. I saw Kelly talking to Rachel. Kelly softly spoke, “I saw you took care of the Big Guy. Thank you so much! He really is a hell of a guy. I did my best to keep the rest of the guys occupied so you two could have a minute.”
Rachel was gob-smacked. “Umm… Thank you? I hope I didn’t cross a line.”
Kelly replied, “Are you kidding? I hope he gets to fuck you some time. Just like I want to fuck all of these guys,” as she gestured to us fools splashing around in the river. At that, Kelly jumped in the water and Rachel followed.
Twenty minutes or so later, Patrick and Alan convinced Kelly they needed to explore the sand bar. Fifty feet or so from the water the sand bar was covered with scrub. There were trails worn down to the sand all around. Once they were out of sight from the rest of us Patrick quietly asked Kelly if she was up for a quickie. Kelly snickered and said, “You know you don’t need to ask me that. And if you’re asking for Alan, I can’t wait to see that log of his.” Kelly said it loud enough that Alan heard her.
Patrick reached out for Kelly’s shoulders. She bent forward, released his dick and started sucking his cock. Alan untied her suit bottoms and worked his getting-hard-fast seven-inches up and down her slit. “Dang, girl! Are you always this horny?” Alan asked.
She paused and replied simply, “I like to fuck.” She was soon sopping wet and Alan worked on stuffing his sausage inside of her. Kelly came after his first few full strokes. Alan had a hard-on for her for the previous half an hour (at least she knew of that long, maybe since the night before?).
He didn’t last long before he pulled his fat cock out and shot his load up her back. She felt the first spurt land between her shoulder blades. Patrick decided to join the decorating fun. He pulled out of her mouth. Kelly knelt in front of him and Patrick splatted her chest with his load. Patrick helped her get her bottoms tied back on.
It wasn’t too long before those three reappeared from the brush. Alan and Patrick scattered for the river. Kelly hung around at the shoreline with Mark, Patrick’s youngest uncle. He was sixteen years younger than Patrick’s dad and was around thirty. As Kelly stood there talking to him he was staring at her chest. Kelly turned to look at us in the river and by doing so she casually showed him her back. She knew full well that Mark quickly deciphered two cum loads on her.
“What did you guys find back there on the trail?”
“Come with me. I’ll show you.” Kelly walked him to where she’d been fucked minutes earlier. She pulled her top open letting her nipples out for some sun. She untied her bottom and let it drop to the sand. “They found these,” she said as she lifted her breasts and tweaked her nipples. She slid her hands down her torso to her bare pussy and used both hands to spread open her wet lips, “and this.”
Mark was drooling over her body. Kelly was as horny as ever. Nothing could make her want more cock than having been already fucked. She was in a zone that day and wanted all the cock she could get. She could see Mark’s boner pitch a big tent in his swimsuit. She could also sense that he was struggling with a decision.
Kelly dropped to her knees and made the decision for him. She pulled down his suit and released a cock that looked just like Alan’s – as long and as thick. Kelly licked her lips and slowly started to swallow his monster. She kept moving forward until her nose touched his pubic bone. She slowly backed out, took another deep breath and swallowed him again.