It was a Saturday night in July of 1979. Kelly was home for the summer from college, having completed her freshman year. She was working as many hours as she could at the deli/bakery where she’d been working since high school. As a result, it was a challenge to find time for a date night, and our fuck sessions were frequently late-night affairs.But, we got lucky as I had the day off and Kelly finished work at three p.m. We decided to visit our local race track. We were semi-regulars during high school but had yet to catch a race since then. We had invited the other half of our foursome, Patrick and Yvonne to join us, but Yvonne didn’t like anything about racing. Kelly really tried to get Patrick to come along, as her second cock, he almost said yes, but he knew it would be too much shit to take at home.Kelly was nearly as much of a gearhead as I was. Whether it was the look of a hot car, the sound, the speed, the smell, or the drivers, it all worked for her and could make Kelly’s pussy, very, very wet.I picked her up a sneeze before five o’clock. Kelly bounded out across the lawn to my car. She was clearly in a great mood! She didn’t even bother to open the car door. She hopped in through the window Dukes of Hazard-style! She plopped onto the bench seat, dropped her sandals (which she’d been carrying) and her bag onto the floor, then turned and crawled over to me and pulled me in for a toe-curling passionate kiss. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to tonight. I really need this.”Slowly, we untangled ourselves and I started up the car. But I didn’t shift into Drive until I took a long look at her. We’d been dating for years by then and she still made my cock stir every time I saw her.Kelly was five feet two inches tall, most of it leg, with a fairly short torso. Her hair hadn’t been cut since she’d begun grade school and it hung below her butt cheeks. It was parted down the middle and she had it in two ponytails, one on each side, held by leather holders. She was wearing a pair of huge sunglasses (the style back then) that were darker tinted at the top and less at the bottom. The frames were yellow. Kelly had been excited when she found them for cheap at a garage sale.The yellow frames tied in with her top, which was a bright sunshine-yellow halter top which, to me, was basically a titty sling. Each side was holding one of her massive 32F boobs. It was one of her favorites as it showed a mile of cleavage down her chest.On the bottom, well, that was in transition… As soon as I pulled the car away from the curb, Kelly pushed off her shorts. She also slid down in the seat a bit, pushed her panties down, and flashed me her beaver. “Freshly shaved!” I felt it and she wasn’t kidding! Smooth as a baby’s butt.She pulled a different pair of shorts out of her bag. Oh boy! Probably my all-time favorites. Kelly had a pair of white jeans while in high school. After she graduated, she had me help her cut them off into shorts. It took a few snips to get them right at the crease line where her little bubble butt met her thighs. They’d been washed a number of times since and the bottoms of the legs were about an inch of fringe. The inseam at her crotch was barely an inch wide. If she leaned forward ever so slightly you got a nice flash of firm teenaged butt cheek. And they were as tight as a second skin. The only reason she wore panties with them was she said that the crotch seams tended to rub her clit raw.Kelly didn’t have a tight little sewed-up clam of a pussy. She had full and fleshy labia that were wide open. Even her inner lips were quite open. If you slipped your finger over her slit, her vagina would suck you in like a vacuum. Her pussy was always, literally, open for business and ready to fuck.After she fought and struggled to get the shorts over her butt and buttoned up, she pulled her other new garage sale find out of her bag. A pair of platform sandals. At the toes, they were about two inches tall and about six inches at the heel. They had inch-wide white leather straps across her feet and around her ankles with gold-colored buckles. She liked them because they were super tall, showed off her toes, made her legs look fantastic, and strapped up tight enough that she could walk in them without fear of falling off of them or twisting an ankle.Speaking of toes, she also had just enough time to paint her toes and fingernails fuck-me red before I had picked her up. After she strapped on her sandals, she pulled down the visor mirror and added the same color of lipstick to her lips.Then to finish it all off, she spritzed herself in my favorite perfume. I can’t recall the name, but it would have been inexpensive. Maybe something from Avon? All I know is it smelled like a cross between incredibly sexy and strawberries. Just one whiff and my cock would twitch.It wasn’t long after Kelly completed bahis siteleri her finishing touches that we arrived at the track. Kelly gave her nipples a good hard tweaking to help them poke out through her halter top before she stepped out of the car. I was wearing a pair of white jeans, as I typically did to the race track. It was kind of a thing back then. And just like Kelly’s, they were tight as hell. Boner control was always a challenge in those pants. And mine was growing.Walking with Kelly, especially when she was done up in full-on sexy, almost felt like being in a parade. All eyes would turn and watch. Men would smile. Some would whistle softly. A few brave ones would make a comment loud enough to be heard.It is so weird living in today’s world. All of the things that men would do when Kelly was young, today would get them chastised, “canceled,” or perhaps even arrested in today’s upside-down universe. Yet Kelly soaked up all of that attention like a sponge. It was the affirmation that her showing off, or displaying herself for their gratification, worked. They noticed her, appreciated her, enjoyed her, lusted for her, masturbated for her, you name it. She got off knowing that she got to men.And Kelly knew how to put on a parade. She swayed her hips a bit further than normal. That helped her sway her jugs. That motion helped stiffen her nipples. Seeing the look of lust in men’s eyes made her nipples even harder and her pussy would start to flow with anticipatory lube.After we’d bought our tickets and had entered through the chain-link fence, I stopped to buy a program. Kelly had slowly walked ahead. I almost caught up with her but decided to follow from about fifty feet back. It was an amazing feeling, knowing that probably a hundred men and, who knows, maybe a handful of women too, lusted after her body to the point that their own groins reacted. I caught a number of men casually ‘adjusting’ their jeans in her wake.Kelly chose our spot to sit. We were toward the top of the bleachers at turn number one. As Kelly turned and sat down, I could see from ten rows down that her nipples were at maximum stiffness. They looked ready to cut right through her halter. No wonder everyone took a long hard look.As I caught up with her, she popped up and pulled a blanket from her bag. The bleachers were old worn-out wood and not very comfortable. Kelly folded the blanket just so and then laid it down. Of course, that had meant she was bent over for several moments, fussing with it. I could see guys turning to take a peek and then a double-take as they realized they were getting a nice flash of her buns.There were several concession stands. One was fairly close and above us, although much busier, and a longer wait. Another, at the bottom level toward turn four with rarely a wait but a longer walk. Yeah, you can see this one coming.Kelly decided she would go buy our first round of beers. She walked back down the bleachers as everyone watched her ass. Then all along the race track front straight away, where the crowd could catch a glimpse. It was also the main walkway, so plenty of opportunities for folks to mindlessly bump into other oncoming folks. Kelly’s boob got brushed “accidentally” by several arms on her trip.Kelly was a tad disappointed at the concession stand. A couple of summers prior, she had flashed the beer-tender for free beers and even given the guy a blowjob behind the stand. It was only women working the stand on this night. Kelly discreetly held her two beers to her chest to freeze up her girls for the return trip.As she bounced her tits up the bleachers, guys were slugging each other in the shoulders and generally making it very obvious that they enjoyed the show.When she sat down, Kelly pulled me down and spoke into my ear, “Those guys in the Pabst caps (who I could see were just three rows below us sitting at the end of the row, as we were), one of them said, ‘those must be some awfully cold beers.’” And with that, Kelly giggled. We cracked our beers and clanked them together as a toast to her nipples.Kelly made more trips than necessary to the concession stand over the next couple of hours. She heard more comments and several whistles, but her favorites were always from the Pabst caps a couple of rows down. “Damn, wouldn’t I like to be the wiener on that bun,” as she carried hot dogs. “A milkshake sure sounds good about now.” “Do you think it’s safe to open a beer after that much jiggling?”Kelly had tried to be cool and didn’t make eye contact. But, they eventually got to her and made her smirk. Knowing that they’d cracked the Sphinx, they gave it a better shot next time. Kelly lost it and broke out into a full laugh. I watched her laughing as I saw them congratulate each other.Qualifying had finished and there was an extended break until the racing started. Kelly went canlı bahis siteleri to pee. On her way back, the guys said something to the effect of ‘you never stop to visit.’ Kelly stopped, they quickly scooted and made a small space between them and she squeezed in. They were quite happy, yet a bit surprised.They made a little small talk yet pretty quickly went back to flirting and Kelly was right there with them. They were packed in like sardines. Kelly put her hands on their knees and they returned the favor. Kelly smiled. Their hands moved to the insides of her thighs and about mid-way up her legs as they talked. By then the boys were showering her with compliments.One of them said something about her nipples. Kelly responded that it takes work to keep them that hard. They looked confused. “They need to be pinched, regularly. You’re welcome to help.” With that, they took turns discreetly (they had all sort of leaned forward) slipping hands in and out of her halter rolling and tweaking her nipples.They tried to make a little bit more room between them. Kelly was able to open her knees far enough that each of the guys took their turns rubbing her inner thigh, right at her crotch, running their fingers under the fringe of her shorts, just ever so barely at the outer edge of her labia. Kelly liked her new friends. “Fuck, you guys are making my pussy wet,” she softly shared with them. In response, they suggested that their cocks couldn’t get any harder. I saw one guy tug his jacket from under his butt and sat it on his lap.Kelly grabbed his cock over his jeans, her hand hidden by his jacket. He hadn’t lied. He had a nice hard dick lined up and down his pant leg. As Kelly focused on his cock, the other guy found his determination. He was able to maneuver her shorts just enough to allow his middle finger to reach inside her pussy.Through the grace of Kelly’s pussy structure, breaking the seal of her shorts meant direct access to her vagina. She let out a small squeal as he penetrated her. Once in, he couldn’t do much as his fingers were locked in by the shorts and his hand by her thighs. But he wiggled the tip of his finger around a little. For Kelly, that was better than nothing.Kelly grabbed for his cock too, not much caring that his lap wasn’t covered by a jacket. He didn’t seem to mind either. The guy with the lap jacket went hard, under her halter, on one of her nipples. Kelly was breathing hard. She whispered to the guys (all three of them had their heads next to each other as if they were in a huddle. It was pretty obvious to anyone who cared that they were probably up to something) that if they kept up their shenanigans they were going to make her cum. She gave it to them like a threat.They took it just as she wanted them to: As a challenge. They all dialed up the dirty whispering: “Your pussy is so fucking wet.” “I love how your cock feels in my hand, I just wish it was inside of me.” “I’ve never felt such huge tits.” “Make that finger fuck my little pussy.”The guy sitting at the end of the row shifted so about half of his ass was hanging off of the bleacher. Apparently, it gave him the room needed for his finger to hit her G-spot and a moment later, Kelly orgasmed all over his hand. They all held tight as Kelly got through it. He slowly extracted his wet finger. The other guy let go of her boob and pulled his hand away. Kelly released their cocks.They went back to a conversation, bull shitting with each other. Kelly could sling it just as well as them. A few minutes later, they called for drivers to line up for the first race. That was Kelly’s cue to stand up and head up a couple of rows to our seats. She did some discreet wiggling as she tugged her underwear and shorts back into place as best she could. I got the whole blow-by-blow story and thought my cock would rip through my jeans. It was a struggle to get it to lay sideways in my pants where it didn’t hurt as bad.I brought Kelly up to speed on the announcement they made about a dance that night. She seemed to have missed anything the announcer had said? We knew they did an annual dance but didn’t recall when. You had to be eighteen to get in and we hadn’t been old enough the last time we happened to be there on dance night. Kelly was very excited to hear the news and gave me the puppy dog eyes, “Could we stay for the dance?” Well, of course.Kelly made another beer run during a heat race. Some semi-drunk guy hanging around the concession stand gave her a big hug. But he wasn’t gross about it. He was just a really, really happy guy. Kelly went along with it. His hands slipped to her butt and he massaged her cheeks while staring into her boobs. “Damn, you are the sexist girl I’ve ever seen!”Everybody else was watching the race. They were kind of to the side of the concession stand and had shuffled further that way, so the ladies canlı bahis selling the beer couldn’t see them. Kelly felt his protrusion around her belly button. It kept growing and soon she had a very good-size hard-on jabbing her torso, but without much room to operate, as his hands on her butt had her pulled tightly to him.His fingers were reaching under the fringe of her shorts and he kind up pulled up the legs of them and was able to get half-handfuls of her cheeks. “My God! Your ass is perfect.”Kelly replied, “You seem to be enjoying it.”“Fuck, you’ve got me so damn hard I might squirt!”“Would you like to do it in my mouth instead of your pants?” The guy went crossed-eyed trying to compute what she said. Kelly couldn’t help it. She had wanted cock ever since she left the deli that afternoon. It was all she could think of. She’d masturbated as she shaved off her pussy stubble. Pabst hat had gotten her off. But she really wanted a cock.She led him over a knoll, towards the back parking lot. We had fucked at this track several times and she knew the semi-hidden spots, away from the light poles.Kelly stopped, dropped to her knees, unzipped his jeans and freed a more-than-seven-inch long, slender cock, and had her nose in his pubes on her first stroke. He had his hands on her head and they went along for the ride as she bobbed back and forth deep throating his cock. She held his hip with one hand to steady herself on her platform sandals. She used the other hand to play with his ball sack. He groaned hard and in just a couple of minutes, she felt his sack tighten up.His hands forcefully held her face tight to his groin. Kelly’s tongue felt three hard pulses run along the bottom of his shaft as he pumped a massive load down her throat. His knees started to buckle and his ass was spasming. It took a minute for him to get steady on his feet.Kelly held his hardon in her mouth as she sucked every bit of cum out of him that she could get. It took him another couple of minutes before he deflated. Kelly stood up looked him in the eyes and gulped as she downed the last of his load. “Fuuck…” was all he could mutter. Kelly left and bought our beers.As she passed the Pabst boys they both, not very discreetly, rubbed their cocks through their jeans.The racing program would go until ten p.m. or later, depending on wrecks and yellow flags. The dance was starting at nine. The dance hall was adjacent to the race track and was on the top floor of the building which had an inside counter-serve restaurant and indoor (versus porta-potty) toilets. Amazingly enough, the bands cranked their amps up so high that, inside, they could drown out most of the sounds of the extremely loud race cars not even three hundred feet away.Kelly was antsy to dance, so we left the races at nine for the dance. As we walked down the bleachers her Pabst cap buddies asked where she was going? “To the dance!”We found a high-top table in the back corner. Perfect! Kelly gave me her bag with the blanket, etc. She pulled out her lipstick, perfume, and driver’s license. She slipped the lipstick and perfume into my pocket. Before I left to take the bag to the car, Kelly pulled me in and shouted into my ear, over the roar of the band, to lose my underwear. “Commando!”Thankfully, no one was in the parking lot. I had to stand up to peel those devils down and off, toss the skivvies in the car, and then get those tight fuckers back on. My cock decided on its own to get hard thinking about my crazy girlfriend and what the rest of the night could entail. I really wrestled getting six inches of raging hardon to lay sideways in that tight 31 waist, 36 inseam jeans on my six-foot-four frame. The tip of my cock was poking out at the entrance of my left pocket. There was just no place to hide it. The pants were too tight to run it down along my leg. Oh well. I knew it would make Kelly happy.Guess who I found hanging with Kelly at our table? First off, let’s be real. I knew I wouldn’t return to find wall-flower Kelly standing there all alone. Part of what stiffened up my cock was wondering what she was up to while I made the trip to the car.Kelly leaped at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and burying her tongue in my throat. After she released me and slid down my body, I was properly introduced to the Pabst boys, Ken and Dennis. For those keeping score at home, Ken was the guy who had fingered her to orgasm as Dennis played with her boob. They had all just come off the dancefloor.Kelly felt my cock as she slid off of me and squealed with delight as she grabbed it and rubbed it. She announced “All the boys are hard! I love it!” And, yes, I could see the other guys had tents in their trousers, but nothing as obvious as my tight-white-pants suffering.The band started up a new song and Kelly drug me out to dance. Then they flipped the lights from colored lights to black light. There was some fluorescent paint on the walls that glowed but my pants looked as if they were lit from within by arc lights. And they may as well have flashed “look at my cock,” it was that damn obvious.