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Sometimes we would all hang out at one, talking and horsing around. On one of these nights, there were several guys at the Double K, one of the drive-ins. It was a hot summer night so we were outside of our vehicles standing around drinking Cokes and, in general, talking about sex. Pat and Marie drove in and made the circle around the drive-in. They honked at us and waved, after which, we waved them over to stop and talk. They made the circle and returned to where we were standing. When they got out of their vehicle we saw that they were both wearing halter tops and short shorts. They really looked pretty good. You might say that the short shorts and halter tops were a little risqué for the time. The halter tops showed a lot of tit and the shorts were cut right up to their pussies. We were all a little “wowed” by their appearance. Marie smiled and said, “Hey guys, we have a fifth of whiskey, you guys want to doctor up your cokes?” Of course, at that age, we all thought that drinking was pretty cool, and wanted a little shot. indian We gathered around Marie’s car while she added the whiskey to our drinks. After another half hour or so, we were all getting a little tipsy. Pat commented, “Why don’t we go somewhere that’s not so public, I’m afraid that the LCB (Liquor Control Board) officers might catch us if we stay here, plus, we want to get laid tonight.” We talked about somewhere to go. Lewis spoke up, “Hey, we can go out to my old man’s ranch, it’s not too far. You guys know the old cement bridge out west of town on Tierra Blanca creek.” We all knew the place. We had had several drinking parties out there in the past and no one ever came out there at night. We all got in our vehicles and headed out there. We knew that we would need more booze as the night was young so, we decided to get some beer before we left town. Jim, Brad and I took up a collection and went to see a bootlegger we knew. He sold cold quarts of Coors for $1 a quart. We had enough to buy 20 Hairy quarts. When we got to Tyrell’s place, there were a few guys hanging around. We were regular customers so he knew us well. “Whatch yo white boys need tonight?” he asked as we walked up. “We need about 20 quarts tonight, you got that much cold?” I asked. “Wyyyy, you knows I does,” he replied as he went to an old refrigerator that sat beside his house. He retrieved some empty cardboard boxes and put the beer in. We paid him and headed out to the party. The cement bridge was merely a slab of cement that the creek ran across. The creek was spring fed and flowed all Bhabhi the time. The road was dirt, so where the water ran across the road, you could drive across the slab and not get stuck. Lewis’s Dad’s ranch was on the West side of the road. You had to go through a gate then about a half mile up the creek. There was a flat place where we could park and build a bonfire. Once we drove down off the top of the hill, we could see that the pussy others had a fire going. We drove my truck up and backed it up to the fire. Once we parked, I opened the tail gate and flashing got a cold quart of Coors. There were 10 guys and Pat and Marie. Lips apart, tongues flying, saliva oozing from the corners of their mouths. “So much,” she said digging nails indian into his shoulder. “Good. Buddy and Jason quickly caught on to how we wanted them to dance slow dances with us, running their hands over us, groping our asses, kissing us just enough so as not to get us kicked out of the club. I said it was tiny. Answer honestly, but it's all in good fun! Earlier days, I had not bothered using any of the shower oil when in there alone, but this time it came in handy as I used it to thoroughly massage the slender boy. You make me do those horrible things.” Like really hard? ‘Poor Chad,’ she thought, ‘He is going flashing to be in real trouble.’ She imagined him with a perpetual hard on. “He seems to be late. She knew she was at a point of no return. When Hairy I was buried all the way, I held myself into her tender vile depths, savoring the feeling of her stretched insides slowly constricting around me. Then, I began to pump. She took me deep. The First Night Together Large brown rings swelled. She wondered if she pussy could be part of the problem. It had Bhabhi never occurred to her that this might not be a threesome but a foursome, and her mind thrilled to new heights at the prospect.