From mrm1ke@aol.com Fri Sep 05 06:30:02 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Drive In - by MIKE HUNT   1
From: mrm1ke@aol.com (MrM1KE)
Date: 5 Sep 1997 10:30:02 GMT
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This is maybe the third or fourth story I ever wrote. I never showed it
to you before because I figured it was just a simple fuck and suck story,
and who wants to read one of those, anyway? OK, maybe a bunch of horny
17 year olds, but they're not allowed. Tell them to go away.

However I've had enough requests ("Hey, this one goes out to Lorraine and
Dave in the Valley, and to all the folks listening at Kinko's tonight")
for a simple fuck and suck story, so maybe there's an audience for this
shit after all.

Anyway, a warning: I fired my joke writer last week, so there's no funnies
in here. Like I said, just fucking and sucking. Yuk.


The Drive In - by MIKE HUNT


Here it was July, and I was home from college. My summer job had fallen
through when the company where I was supposed to work had suddenly been
sold, then closed. By the time I tried applying other places, everything
was taken, except maybe flipping burgers on the evening shift. And I wasn't
going to give up my nights, that was for sure.

So I was spending my time just screwing around, trying to get laid and
generally doing nothing. So far I was being pretty successful at all of it.

It was Tuesday night, and I was waiting for Sue to get off work. Jim and
his date Sandy were supposed to meet us at around 8PM, and the four of us
were going to double date to the drive-in. The passion pit, officially
the Twin Screens, was the last one in the county. The only other drive-in
had closed at the end of the past summer.

I changed my clothes into a fresh pair of boxers and loose fitting Bermuda
shorts. I slipped on a casual golf shirt and a pair of loafers, and I
was ready to go. It was just after 7 when the phone rang. It was Sue.
She'd cut her finger preparing dinner and was headed to the hospital
emergency room. She told me it wasn't a serious injury, but might require
a couple of stitches. She apologized for screwing up our plans, but I
told her not to worry about it and to go take care of herself.

I hung up, and then lifted the receiver and dialed Jim's number. No answer.
I didn't know Sandy; in fact I think Jim had only gone out with her once
or twice, so I couldn't call her. I left a message on Jim's machine, and
then sat down in the den. I flipped on the tube.

About 20 minutes later, Jim's car pulled up outside. He honked the horn,
and I went out to tell him what had happened. I walked up to his window.

He said "Jump in. Let's go get Sue."

I explained to him that there wasn't going to be any Sue, and there wasn't
going to be any movie, and there weren't any plans for the night, at least for
me. I looked across at his date. Sandy was a cutie, with deep blue eyes and
short but striking dark hair. She was wearing a low cut halter top that
buttoned up the front and a pair of white shorts. I especially liked her
cute, upturned nose. Her figure, as best I could tell, was pretty darn good.

I told them to go on and have a good time when Sandy piped up. "Why don't
you come with us anyway?" I could tell Jim thought that was a terrible
idea, I mean, who wants a third-wheel in the car at the drive-in?

"Thanks, but I don't think so. I wouldn't be comfortable, and I'd just
be in the way, and..."

She interrupted. "Don't be silly. We don't have to go to the drive-in.
Maybe we'll just go get something to eat." Now I knew Jim was doing a
slow burn. I was screwing up his evening as well as my own, and I wasn't
even trying!

"No really," I said.

"No really," she said. "I'd love, I mean we'd love to have you come along."

She poked Jim in the ribs. He piped up. "Sure, come on along. It's a
twin screen, maybe we'll go see whatever's playing on the other side."

He was just trying to save the idea of the drive-in, I think he would
have agreed to almost anything at that point. I had the thought that maybe
she didn't want to go to the drive-in alone with him. It was, after all,
only their second or third date, and with the four of us in the car there
certainly would have been some making out, maybe even some petting, it
wouldn't have gone any further.

In a funny way, I was her safety ticket. I said "OK, let's go."

I hopped in the back seat. We sped away. 10 minutes later we were at
the drive-in, and we were early. Normally we would have wasted another
20 minutes picking up Sandy and then another 15 minutes getting back to
the movie lot, since Sandy lived pretty far on the other side of town.

When we got to the Twin Screens, we were dismayed to find the second
screen playing a truly stupid movie that none of us wanted to see. A lawyer
who couldn't lie. Who could believe that premise? We reverted to our original
plan, which was to see the "dirty movies" playing on Screen 1. The Twin
had a funny set-up, both screens were erected back-to-back on the same
towers. So you'd see families driving in with station wagons loaded with
kids, and you'd see couples driving in Mustangs and Chevy's. It wasn't
hard to figure out who was driving into which theater. Except for the
vans, of course. They could go either way.

The attendant gave us the hairy eyeball as we drove in to Screen 1. I
guess three in a car was pretty unusual, for obvious reasons. Jim wanted
to park in the very last row, but Sandy objected. Obviously he had one thing
on his mind and she didn't.

We parked about 2/3 of the way back, right in the middle. We had a great
location. Jim kept asking me if the view was good from my seat in the
back. The drive-in was sculpted into small berms which tilted the car
upwards a little, and made the angle perfect for viewing from either the
front or the back. I told him it was fine. At the time I just thought
he wanted to make sure I could see the movie. It never occurred to me
that he planned on occupying the back seat later on.

Jim made sure to park as far from the speaker post as possible, to make
the space next to him as small as possible, so as to discourage anyone
from parking there. He was obviously an old hand at this.

He reached out and grabbed the speaker off the post and hung it on his
window. He turned up the volume control to test it, and it worked, sort
of. It was apparent that this drive-in was still in business because they
hadn't spent 10 cents on improvements since 1954. Most drive-ins these
days play the sound through the car radio, or use wireless speakers, but
not the old Twin Screens. The sound was passable, if not great, and anyway,
nobody came here for the audio fidelity.

It wasn't another 15 minutes when they started rolling the first movie,
even though it wasn't dark yet, you could see the images on the screen.
The first picture was just an "R" rated one, anyway. It was one of those
"tits and ass" movies like you find nowadays on the hotel pay-TV channels.
"Hard R", they call it. The 2nd and 3rd features would be hard-core.

Because it was still light out, Jim didn't try to slap the make on Sandy.
Instead we all sat in the car pulling cans of beer from the paper bag
that Jim had thoughtfully provided. We talked about this and that. Sandy
turned to me as we talked. Jim kept his eyes on the screen. Every once
in a while Sandy would turn back to the screen, check out the action, then
turn to face us again.

The lot filled up as it began to get dark. No one parked close by.

The car got quiet for a couple of moments, it was just a natural lull
in the conversation, but it was enough for Jim. He reached over and pulled
Sandy across the bench seat to him. He kissed her, but after 10 seconds
or so, she broke it off. One of the actors in the movie was saying "So
you're just a tease, you're just playing with me, trying to get me in
trouble."

(continued in part 2)
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From mrm1ke@aol.com Fri Sep 05 06:30:16 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Drive In - by MIKE HUNT   2
From: mrm1ke@aol.com (MrM1KE)
Date: 5 Sep 1997 10:30:16 GMT
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Jim said, "Yeah, you're just a tease..." It was obvious that he was kidding.

Sandy said, "but I feel a little uncomfortable. There's Mike in the back
seat looking at us, well I mean looking at the movie but here we are in
the way, and he's back there alone, and, I don't know, it just feels weird."

"Do you want to change places?" I asked. "I'd be glad to, then you guys
get the back seat and I'll be alone in the front, and everything'll be
fine."

"Great idea," Jim piped up at once. He pulled on his door handle, but
Sandy wasn't quite as eager. After a minute she decided it was OK, and she
pulled on her door handle as well. My door opened at the same moment.

She and I had gotten out of the same side of the car. As we passed each
other I motioned to the other cars nearby and whispered to her "I wonder
what these people think of this little Chinese fire drill. Especially
with just three people!"

She burst out laughing, a good belly laugh, and looked at me as we moved
past each other. She was still giggling as she got in the car.

"OK, what's so funny, guys?" Jim said.

Sandy told him what I had said, and he thought it was funny too. We settled
down to watch the movie. I stayed on the passenger side and waited until
I thought I heard them making out. Then I reached for the rear-view mirror
and tried to adjust it so I could have something to look at both out the
windshield and in the back seat.

"Hey, no fair," she said. Caught!

I mumbled, "Just moving it so I can check out my hair." It was a transparent
lie and they both knew it. The movie had been on for at least 40 minutes,
and it was pretty much a bore. We talked about one girl who we all agreed
was quite pretty, but the guys were ugly and most of the women in it were
nothing special.

Silence filled the car once again, and in another 10 minutes the credits
were rolling; this one was done. I volunteered to go to the snack bar.

"Get some popcorn," Jim said. "And something chocolate. And some nachos."

I took the bill he offered and jumped out of the car. The drive-in ran
a little "5 minute to movie" countdown short, complete with dancing candy
bars and singing pretzels. When I got through the line and back to the
car, Jim was kissing Sandy again.

The sound of my door opening broke them up; Sandy looked a little disheveled
and a little embarrassed. I handed them the beer and other stuff, and
backed out, preparing to return to my door and climb into the front seat.

It was Sandy's voice that I heard. "Why don't you come back here and sit
until we finish the nachos. Otherwise there's going to be hot cheese dripped
all over the car." OK. It made sense, even though I thought I would be more
comfortable in the front. After all, up there I could surreptitiously
play with myself while I watched the movie. In the back I couldn't. But
I agreed, and climbed in next to her.

She balanced the nachos on her lap as she passed a beer to each of us.
The second movie began. I said "I hope there's some semblance of a plot,
instead of just a bunch of fuck scenes, you know?"

"Yeah," Sandy replied. "Most of these movies get boring after the first
20 minutes or so, cause it's the same thing over and over. A little dialog
and a little plot goes a long way."

On the screen, a so-called Hollywood producer was auditioning talent
for his new epic, "Big Ride in Pink Hills." He was sitting on the corner
of a desk with the script on his lap as he addressed three young women.
They were fully, if sexily clothed.

"At least they're pretty," I said.

"And he's pretty good looking, too," Sandy chimed in. Jim sat silently
on the other side. I don't think he thought this "me in the back seat"
was such a good idea. I was getting comfortable with it, especially when
the side of my leg pressed up against hers and she didn't move it away.
But I knew I'd be leaving in another 10 minutes or so, when the nachos
were done. Jim grabbed for another handful.

"OK, girls, let's see what you can do to turn me on," Mr. Hollywood said
to the three actresses.

They stood up and began to dance. Music appeared from nowhere, as it
often does in these low-budget flicks. "Couldn't they at least have thought
to have a radio in the room, or something?" I wondered aloud. Sandy giggled.
The girls danced.

One of them, the prettiest, I thought, went over to the producer and
writhed up and down as she unbuttoned her blouse. Another went over to
him and turned around and bent over, showing him her pantie covered butt.
The third walked over behind the dancer and began unfastening her skirt.
In a moment it fell to the floor, and she began unfastening her own clothing.

"Well, we're not wasting any time on plot development here, I see," Sandy
said. "No sense actually trying to act in one of these, I suppose." She
paused for a moment, and then said "Oh look!"

Mr. Producer had the script sitting in his lap. But it was now apparent
that his dick was not in his pants and he was beginning to get an erection.
The paper moved, seemingly of its own force, then moved again. As he became
more erect, the paper bounced.

"Boy it sure is a good thing one of you boys isn't holding the nachos,"
she said.

"What do you mean?" he said.

"Well, here I am with a plate of nachos and hot cheese on my lap. Now
let's suppose that we had it on YOUR lap, Jimbo. See how Mr. Hollywood
is having trouble keeping the script balanced..."

"Oh, oh. I get it." Jim brightened. "Anyway, if that happened to me,
that script wouldn't just be bouncing on my lap. I'd have launched it
up to the ceiling with such force..." he trailed off.

"Oh really. Going for the title of Mr. Big are you?" she said.

"Am I what?" he asked. "Big? Or going for the title?"

"Eyoooo," she shrieked. "That's a little more information than we need
thanks." She turned to me and winked. Jim let out a laugh, but
a beer belch caught him by surprise and he also burped. We all howled.

The car quieted down and our attention returned to the screen. One of
the girls picked up the script, and low and behold, his dick was at half-mast
beneath it. She took his dick in her hand.

"Oh, here we go," Sandy said to no one in particular. "Blow job. Big ole
blow job." The beer was beginning to loosen us up.

My eyes were glued to the screen as I reached for the nachos. She saw
my arm coming and lifted up the plate of food. My hand sort of punched
into her crotch. I quickly turned my head and saw what had happened, and
blushed a beet red. I instantly withdrew my hand. She laughed at my discomfort
and quickly brought the nachos back down. Jim finally took his eyes off
the screen and glanced our way, but by then everything was normal, and
he couldn't figure out why she was laughing.

Sure enough, the next five minutes of the movie was spent on a blow job
scene, with pretty girl #1 kneeling in front of the guy and sucking on
his dick, pretty girl #2 lying on her back and eating out girl #1, and
pretty girl #3 watching the whole thing while she played with her pussy
on the other side of the room.

"I really like the one on her knees," Jim said. "Great tits. Pretty good
mouth action, too, huh?"

"Great tits. Great tits. That's all you guys care about. How would you
like it if all women talked about was 'great dick' 'great dick' all the
time?"

Jim spoke right up, "Fine with me. I've got a good one. Works perfect,
nice finish, good color, you know."

I paused a moment, then responded, "Truthfully, I wouldn't like it. I'm
just about average in size, at least judging from the movies I've seen."

"Will you guys stop it?" Sandy said. "I was only joking. Jeez, you really
would like it if we girls judged you that way. What a bunch of pecker-heads."
We laughed again.

The scene on the screen changed, and now Mr. Hollywood was directing
one of his starlets in a "test" scene with a male actor. The guy was lying
on the bed, dressed only in a stretchy pair of tight underwear. She was
making out with him and squeezing his dick through the shorts.

(continued in part 3)
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From mrm1ke@aol.com Fri Sep 05 06:30:31 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Drive In - by MIKE HUNT   3
From: mrm1ke@aol.com (MrM1KE)
Date: 5 Sep 1997 10:30:31 GMT
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Apparently Jim could wait no longer, and put his arm around Sandy and pulled
her toward him. He gave her a deep, long kiss, and while I did my best
to evaporate into the back of the seat, I couldn't help but notice him
slide one of his hands up to her breasts. This time Sandy didn't fight,
and they held the kiss for a couple minutes. When they came up for
air, I spoke.

"Maybe I should get back in front," I said.

Sandy turned her head to look at me and said "Don't be silly. We're all
friends here." She patted me on the knee.

"Sure, we're all friends here, rolling around in the back seat of the
car," Jim repeated. "Gimme another beer. Want some nachos, Mike? Just
grab a handful." Sandy cracked up. Jim pulled her to him and kissed her
again. Again I saw his hand creep up and squeeze her breast through her
thin halter top.

When it ended, Jim and Sandy looked at the screen. "Jeez, look at the
knockers on her," he said. "Beautiful body. Beautiful set of tits. Man,
they don't come much better than that."

"Hey, watch your mouth," Sandy said, with a trace of irritation.

"No, you watch your mouth," he said back to her.

"Oh yeah?" she said. "This mouth could be very good to you. You watch
it, buster."

I thought this might get out of hand, so I interrupted. "Hey listen guys, this
is, well, I'm feeling a little strange here. I mean, like I don't belong, you
know? Maybe I should just get out and walk to the refreshment stand or
something."

"Oh, Mikey," Sandy said. "You're feeling left out. Oh, how inconsiderate
of us. Here, everything's fine." And with that she turned toward me and
gave me a kiss right on the lips. It wasn't more than a few seconds long,
and there was no tongue or anything, but I was so shocked, I'm sure my
eyes became the size of dinner plates looking at her. When she finally
broke it off, she giggled. "So how's that, sailor? Don't leave the party
so soon."

Jim pulled her back to him and kissed her roughly. One of his hands was
draped over her shoulder, and he began easing it down, trying to invade
the top of her halter. The other hand came up from below to grab her other
tit. At this point is where the fireworks really began.

Even though she was twisted away from me, the arm that was closest to
me reached out and touched my thigh. She rested her hand there, and I
could feel the burning of her palm against my skin. She squeezed my leg.

After several moments Jim came up for air, and she said to him "Now we
mustn't let Mikey feel like the other kids don't want to play with him,
Jim. Mustn't we?" No answer. "Mustn't we?" she repeated. Jim was sitting
with one hand down the front of her blouse, his other hand was trying
to unbutton the tiny buttons that held the two sides of material together
over her breasts. He had already gotten two of them to surrender.

She turned to the front, and her eyes focused on the screen. "Now there's
a nice body. That turns me on." There was a guy sitting cross-legged on
the bed while a girl bounced up and down on his lap. You could see his
penis entering her, then sliding back, then entering her again. "She has
really nice breasts, don't you think?"

"You're talking about her?" Jim exclaimed.

"Yeah. To put it in your language, Jim, nice tits." She smirked as she
said it. "But really, mine are almost as good." She turned and looked
me in the eye. "Just give Jim another minute with these buttons and you'll
see what I mean..." She blinked. "Oh, I'm shameless. Jim, get your hands
out of my blouse, right now."

He didn't move.

"You see, it's hopeless," she told me. "He just won't stop." Another button
released. There were only two left holding the top together, but even now
the gap caused by the four open ones was deep and wide, and I could see
one full breast through the opening in the material. My eyes were riveted.
"Oh look, Mikey sees a tit. Here, have some more," she joked. And with
that she grabbed one side of the top and pulled it aside, flashing me in
the process. My jaw dropped. She laughed out loud, as did Jim.

Another button released. "Hey, whoa boys, that's enough. I'm not going
to sit here with my, ah, you know, hanging out for you to see. There's
plenty of action on the screen. Calm down, now." She slapped Jim's hand
away from the last button.

We settled down for a moment and looked back at the screen. The girl
was squatting over the guy, sliding up and down on his dick. He was, of
course, as hard as a rock, and sticking straight up in the air. Well,
almost straight up. He had a little bend in his dick, something that's
fairly common in guys with big dicks, as the blood vessels sometimes
fill one side a little more than the other.

"Oh look," Sandy said. "His dick is crooked!"

"Hey, watch it," Jim said. "That's not crooked, that's, uh, unique. It's,
uh, more interesting."

"Well well well," she said. "Someone in this car is feeling a little
self-concious. Open the window, Mike. I want to tell the rest of the
folks here at the drive-in..."

Jim cut her off. "Shut up. It's just..."

She jumped right back at him. "Hey, take it easy. I was only kidding.
I guess you're real sensitive about it. I've never seen one like that.
I mean except up on the silver screen."

All our heads turned back to the screen. The girl was sliding up and
down his shaft, squinting her eyes, her tits bouncing with every thrust.
The guy wasn't doing anything but sit there. But the girl's position,
facing the camera, left her entire cunt on display as his fuck tool slid
up and down into it.

There was absolute silence in the car. "Anyone else, uh, hot in here?"
I asked.

"Whew, you bet" they both said in unison.

"Sooooo..." She seemed to be thinking. She said it slowly. "sooooo, Now
everybody takes off their clothes?"

Before she could finish the sentence Jim went for his pants. Sandy shrieked.
"I was only kidding. Can't you tell when I'm kidding?" she said.

"Apparently not," he replied. His hand slowly pulled on his buckle, and
it quietly opened. He found the tab on his zipper and slowly lowered it.
She stared at the movements, not knowing whether to stop him or not. When
the zipper reached the bottom, he pulled her back to him and said, "Now
I want a kiss, and I mean a good one."

She opened her lips and kissed him. As she did, she reached back for
my leg, and began stroking my thigh. Then I saw her other hand reach into
Jim's open pants while he fumbled with the last button on her top. The
button released, and her tits swung free. Her hand disappeared beneath
the material of his jeans, and I could tell she had grabbed his hardness
in her hand. They stayed like that for several minutes, him grasping
at her swaying tits while she stroked him under his pants. Finally they
broke.

"Oh Mikey," she said. "There you are again, all alone." She turned to
face me and then began moving toward me. My eyes were glued to her breasts,
now winking in and out of the sides of her unbuttoned top. Her other hand
never left Jim's pants. She leaned over and kissed me, sliding her hand
harder and faster up and down my thigh. I couldn't help myself. I reached
around and cupped one of her tits, and felt the point of her nipple against
my fingers. I wondered why Jim wasn't objecting, but when I peeked out
through one eye, I saw that he was grabbing the tit closest to him, and
that her hand had freed his dick from his pants, her fist was now stroking
it up and down even while she was kissing me. Our kiss was passionate,
with our tongues dancing against each other, darting in and out of one
another's mouths.

The kiss finally ended. Her hand kept pumping him. She sat up straight
between us, and bent her head to look at him. "Oh, I see. It's a little
bent, all right." I couldn't help myself. I craned my neck forward and
looked at his dick. I thought to myself "Yep, sure is."

She said, "Mikey. Are you bent, too?"

(continued in part 4)
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From mrm1ke@aol.com Fri Sep 05 06:30:45 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Drive In - by MIKE HUNT   4
From: mrm1ke@aol.com (MrM1KE)
Date: 5 Sep 1997 10:30:45 GMT
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"No no," I blushed. Straight as an arrow. But not as big as Jim." Who,
by the way, had his head leaning back against the top of the seat with
his eyes closed, content to have her jerking him off while this conversation
was going on.

"Show me," she said. I was shocked by her directness. I stammered. I
blushed. I didn't know what to do. I sat there like a school kid. "Oh
for heaven sakes," she said. Her free hand went to my crotch, and found
the zipper to my shorts. Because her other hand was busy, she had some
trouble pulling down my zipper, but I was too mesmerized to help, and
anyway it was fun having her hand glide across my hardness under the shorts.
But after a few moments I gave in and assisted.

Out came my dick. "Yep. I see," she said. "Not as big as Jimbo, over
here, but straight as an arrow." I saw his eyes open and he stared at
my lap. My dick stood up as if to salute. She was sitting between us,
with one fist around each of our cocks, pumping up and down. On the screen
our hero was lying on his back while another girl sat on his face. In
the back of the car, she was jerking off the two of us while we played
with her tits.

Jim was the first to move. His hand left her breasts and went for her
pants. She raised up off the seat to help him. Seeing that, I joined in
and tugged at her shorts from the other side. With the two of us working,
they slid right off. Her hands continued grasping at us without missing
a beat.

On the screen the scene changed. Now another woman had joined them, and
the two women were kissing. Sandy was moaning. Jim reached for her cunt,
but was stopped by her panties. "Lift up," he commanded. She did. We repeated
our earlier action, and her panties slid down to her knees, and from there
fluttered down to her ankles. She kicked them aside. Now she was completely
naked.

Jim reached down with one hand, and her legs parted. He had to reach
farther than his arm naturally allowed, however, and he bent toward her.
As he did so, his head moved toward her breast. He quickly got the idea
to kiss it. But in leaning over toward her, he pushed her toward me. Before
we knew it, we had all tumbled to one side, with me on the bottom.

Her head was closest to my crotch, and as Jim struggled to get his weight
off both of us, she moved her lips to my flagpole. She kissed it gently
as she got up on her hands and knees. Now she was kneeling with her head
in my lap. Her ass was sticking up in the air, aimed directly at Jim.
He took the hint, and got up on his knees behind her.

"All together now," she said, as she lowered her lips around my sensitive
stick. Jim pushed at he from behind, and found the opening of delight
which swallowed his cock inch by inch until there was no more. She made
soft sucking sounds in my lap, while the Slap Slap Slap of Jim's balls
bouncing against her added some other sounds in the car.

I reached up and balanced one of her hanging breasts in my hand. I said,
"Nice tits."

She giggled, and the vibration of her mouth on my dick gave me a sensation
I liked a lot. "Two can play at that game," she said out of the
sides of her mouth. "Nice dick." She paused. "Hey Mr. Bender. Harder,
wouldja?" Jim complied, almost doubling his rhythm.

The screen changed again. Now there were two guys standing over the pretty
girl, and she was squeezing her tits together with her upper arms. Both
guys were jerking off, and it was clear that they were going to come on
her tits. "Cum shot coming up," I said.

Jim opened his eyes. Sandy raised her head, leaving my dick but still pounding
me mightily with her enclosed fingers. As the guys on the screen started
shooting their milky spunk all over her, Sandy sighed, Jim groaned, and
I felt myself reach the point of no return.

All three of us watched the guys on the screen shoot load after load
after load on her tits. It was clear that Jim was also ready, and the
Sandy said "Wow, that's great." She paused. "And now it's my turn." She
began to rock back hard against Jim's hard cock, and her breathing
increased in tempo and volume. Her mouth returned to nurse my hard-on,
and as she came, she lost control so much that for an instant I could
feel her teeth against my skin. With her vibrations now filling the car,
I lost control and exploded against her tongue, shooting shot after shot
of sticky goop into her mouth. She took it all, right down to the very
last little drop. And as she sat up, I could hear her swallowing, trying
to get the stuff out of her mouth. I offered her my beer.

She drank it greedily as we all sat back against the car seat. She was
completely naked. Jim and I both leaned back exhausted, our spent members
sitting in our lap. We all sat silently for several minutes until she
spoke.

"Well, boys. You really know how to show a lady a good time. But, ah,
this *is* a double feature, isn't it?


* * * *


So like I said, it's just a little story about me and my friend's bent
dick. No contests, no hype, no jokes, no plot, no characterization, no
muss, no fuss, no nothing. No shit.

If you'd like to get some of my more sophmoric humorous material, or perhaps
my incredibly trite romantic pieces, or even a part of my master's thesis on
the repopulation of the white leopard in Southern Africa, send me an e-mail
and I'll put you on the list for the next one. The address is MrM1KE@aol.com.
Or if you're feeling really kinky, use the Bannerboy1@aol.com address. You
get the same shit by using the second address, but it'll make you feel
special, knowing that you've bucked the crowd.

Try to remember to indicate your approximate age, and if the number is lower
than 18, don't be surprised if you don't get the response you hoped for. Also
remember that my name is spelled with a "one" (1) not an "eye" (I). Thanks.

I've got a new joke writer coming in for an interview tonight. That ought
to spice up the next story a little. He even sent a sample with his resume:
This is a test. For the next few lines, this author will conduct an audition
of the jokes-in-the-middle-of-a-sex-story writer. This is only a test.


A keen country lad applied for a salesman's job at a city department
store. In fact it was the biggest store in the world - you could get anything
there. The boss interviewed him, and even though the boy didn't have any
experience, he got the job. The boss said, "You can start tomorrow and
I'll come and see you when we close up."

The day was long and arduous for the young man, but finally 5 o'clock
came around. The boss duly showed up and asked, "How many sales did you
make today?".

"One" said the young salesman.

"Only one?" blurted the boss, "Most of my staff make 20 or 30 sales a
day. How much was the sale worth?"

"$334,320.00 " said the young man.

"How did you manage that?" asked the flabbergasted boss.

"Well" said the salesman "this man came in and I sold him a small fish
hook, then a medium hook and finally a really large hook. Then I sold
him a small fishing line, a medium one and a huge big one. I asked him
where he was going fishing and he said down the coast. I said he would
probably need a boat, so I took him down to the boat department and sold
him that twenty foot schooner with the twin engines. Then he said his
Volkswagen probably wouldn't be able to pull it, so I took him to the
car department and sold him the new Deluxe Cruiser."

The boss took two steps back and asked in astonishment "You sold all
that to a guy who came in for a fish hook?

"No" answered the salesman "He came in to buy a box of Tampons for his
wife and I said to him, "Well your weekend's shot, you may as well go
fishing.."


Well, there are more jokes on my webpage, and some of them are even
funny! My buddy Sven collects them and sends them to me once in a while,
and now you can read them and tell them to your friends and be the life
of the party. The website is at <http://members.aol.com/mrm1ke>. The
website also has an archive of my stories. Some are humorous and some
are romantic, and a few even have fucking and sucking in them! However I
see from Anne and Kim and the other girls in the group that f/f stories
are becoming quite popular, so maybe I ought to write one of those.
Shouldn't be hard, even if it's hard. How hard can it be? I just have to
think like a girl for a couple of hours. Youza! Come and get it! Uh,
maybe this project requires a little more research.

The story is Copyright 1997 by M1KE HUNT. That means I own it, but you
can borrow it if you want. Just don't charge money for someone to see
it and everything will be OK. I'd really appreciate it if you wouldn't
repost it in the newsgroups without asking me, tho, because I have pretty
much figured out how to do that myself.

Oh. This concludes this test of the Emergency Broadcorping Castration.