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It was October of 1979, the weekend before Halloween. Back then Halloween wasn’t the massive holiday it has grown into. Costumes, and parties, were both fairly lame. I was visiting Kelly at college for the weekend. Her roommate, Tricia, had stayed in town for the weekend.A friend of the girls was hosting a house party and we were all invited. Tricia went as a retail worker, wearing her vest and nametag from her job back in her hometown. Kelly was a pussy, she was clear about that: “I’m not a cat, I’m a pussy.” She wore a black ribbed bodysuit, black miniskirt, black heels, and a headband on which she had attached some black felt “ears.”Kelly left her long dishwater blonde hair unbraided and it hung past her butt. Unless she was walking it wasn’t immediately clear that her 32F jugs were braless. By then Tricia and Kelly had become good friends. Tricia, while noticing that Kelly had “forgotten” her bra, surmised, “You probably forgot your panties too.” Kelly’s only response was a quick wink.I, and all of the other guys at the party, didn’t bother with a costume. It was really a girl’s thing back then. The party was a wapatuli party. I’ve since learned that means different things in different places. For us, it was a big pail that everyone poured their “admission” bottle of alcohol into. Then you’d ladle some into a cup and cut it with 7-Up or something. You’d take your first swig and yell “Wapatuli!” which helped because it was usually terrible, yet strong.I brought my six-pack of Blatz along. After their first cup, Kelly and Tricia were giggly and feeling good. Kelly and I did not cling to each other at parties. We both liked to roam and see what we could find. Tricia actually hung with me for the first couple of hours. We did a huge amount of flirting but nothing beyond that.The party itself was pretty low-key, definitely not a high-school make-out party. It was around midnight when I found Kelly playing euchre, a card game. She was in a small, dimly lit room that had a couch, a folding card table, three chairs, and a stereo system playing music.I plopped down on the couch next to Kelly. She was sitting on a guy’s lap. Although euchre is a four-person Göztepe Escort game, apparently she and the owner of the lap were playing as one. I watched silently as the quick game moved along. I’ve never cared for card games, but it was interesting to watch those who were really into their game.A hand, round, I don’t know what they call it, ended. Kelly’s team had won. Kelly introduced me to Kent, her lap partner, and across the table, Dennis, their teammate. Kent and Dennis were roommates and best buds. I was a bit perplexed when Kelly gave me her “look.”Kelly had a look that combined slightly raised eyebrows with her eyes looking straight up rolling from left to right. To some folks, it was taken as “Oh boy,” as in good grief. But Kelly usually used it as a signal to me that she had a cock inside of her.When I sat down there were probably three feet between us. They had a card table in front of them. I didn’t. Other than seeing her on Kent’s lap, which wasn’t anything odd, I watched the play on the table and hadn’t focused on anything under the table.The few words spoken between Kelly and me made it clear that we knew each other, not that we were dating. I remember that Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours album was playing. I was the one closest to the stereo, and not playing cards, so I got up to flip the record over. It gave me a moment to observe, discreetly, Kent and Kelly.Kent didn’t have his hands on Kelly, yet they were sitting unusually still. Kelly’s legs were to the inside and Kent’s were to the outside. And then Kelly leaned forward to sweep some cards from the center of the table. She lifted herself off of his lap slightly and then dropped back onto Kent with a plop and his eyes closed for a moment. No shit?The way her skirt was covering his lap, there was nothing to see. His hands were on the couch next to him, totally innocent looking.Here is what Kelly told me later that night: Another couple was trying to get a foursome for a game. Kelly loved playing cards and she was in. Kent had been flirting with her but Dennis was the card player. Kent said he wanted to learn. Kelly ended up on his lap while Göztepe Escort Bayan he “learned.”Except, instead of “learning” a lump kept growing larger in his jeans. Of course, the fact that Kelly was subtly wigging on that lump just made it even bigger. Kelly and Dennis were winning non-stop and had a couple of different couples come through to challenge them.Kent got brave and slipped one hand under Kelly’s skirt. Kelly spread her knees, pushing his further apart. Kent quickly found the snaps of her bodysuit. Another wiggle from Kelly and he took his cue and quietly unsnapped each of the three.Kelly heard Kent suck in a deep breath as his fingers discovered a very warm, very wet, and very hairless pussy greeting them. Kelly was nonetheless very focused on her game. She was letting Kent touch and feel and play around in her slit. She was not going to let him finger fuck her and bring her to a screaming orgasm in front of strangers, at least not that early in the evening!Kent played nice. He gently rubbed his fingers up and down her slit. Kelly was heading for cloud nine. His fingers felt very, very good and she knew her slit was flowing a small stream of lube. Kent inadvertently brushed her clit and Kelly got a dirty look from Dennis for a bonehead move that cost them a point. Kelly gently clamped her knees together.She had been leaning forward throughout the game to reach the center of the table. Kelly was only five-two and the couch was awkward seating. She felt Kent’s hand moving around as she lifted her butt up a little. His belt. Next time, his zipper. More zipper. Opening his fly. Pushing his briefs down. It took a long time and Kelly didn’t make it easy for him.After probably a half-hour’s worth of movement with one final lift and voila! Kent had very stealthily released his cock. Kelly had enjoyed the game of get-out-your-cock even more than euchre.It was several minutes that Kelly’s hot, wet slit sat on top of Kent’s hot, hard cock which she’d trapped. She could feel it throbbing in her slit. And then Kelly had to lean forward again. She felt his cock slowly rise the further her pussy lifted and Escort Göztepe gave it room. At the exact right moment, Kelly plopped onto Kent’s lap and impaled herself with a cock that was blazing hot, somewhat fatter, and somewhat longer than my standard-issue six-inch dick.Kelly took charge and slowly worked her kegel muscles, grabbing and releasing his cock. Kent behaved and kept his hands on the couch. Every five or ten minutes Kelly would lean forward and then slide back down his cock. Kent’s cock would twitch for a couple of minutes after. The feeling of his cock throbbing would send a fresh squirt of lube into her hole.They had been engaged in their surreptitious fuck for probably half an hour when I showed up and sat on the couch. Kelly’s cunt was still sopping wet. Kent’s cock was as hard as granite. Kelly was using her cunt to massage his cock as I sat next to them.I had gotten up a second time to flip the record back to side one. Kelly leaned forward. I watched her drop down. This time Kent’s hands quickly went under her skirt. He firmly grabbed both of her hips, leaned forward into her back, then he let out a loud, fairly fake cough. And then quickly a second and then a third.As soon as Kelly had dropped back down she felt his cock throb hard. She knew he was going to cum. She felt his dick throb on each squirt. And throb. And throb. And throb. Kelly got confused? She knew she was on her third cup of wapatuli, but she also knew she felt his strong throbs go on for far longer than any normal orgasm.“Good grief,” she thought to herself, “is he pumping a gallon of cum inside of me?” I sat on the couch as the other couple of players licked their wounds and left. Kelly glanced at me and I knew he’d cum. His hands were still under her skirt. Dennis said something about getting a drink. I said the same and left the dim room. I caught a slight whiff of cum as I got up.Kelly said they were alone in the room for a few minutes. Kent badly wanted to maul her tits. Kelly let him tug her bodysuit out from her skirt. Her nipples were firm as Kent mashed her boobs and twisted her nipples. Kelly tucked the bottom of her bodysuit up and inside to try to make it look like a normal shirt when she would eventually get up.I found Trisha standing in a hallway. She looked me up and down and then said “What has you so worked up?” I looked at her confused. She slapped at my crotch and I realized I had a full staff hard-on making a tent in my jeans.
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