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The Drive In (mf)
by Anonymous
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DRIVE-IN -- think of the term -- what comes to mind? Movies... or
sex? If it's the latter, it's probably because of outdoor movie
theaters have a secure place in the sexual history of the United
States. They are proving grounds, places in which to discover one's
sensual metier.
Drive-ins became sex centers in the Fifties and Sixties out of
necessity. Young people did not "live together" in those decades, and
you could only go so far in an indoor theater's balcony. Instead of
apartments and college dorms, people lost their virginity in the backs
of automobiles. It was cramped and stuffy and uncomfortable, but
nobody cared. The smell of car leather and gasoline were like
aphrodisiacs. If you were lucky, you could find a safe spot in the
local lovers' lane or on an old abandoned roadway. Drive-ins were your
best bet, provided you could park in a deserted section of the lot or
were surounded by your friends' automobiles, because you could always
get out of a clinch in a hurry and pretend you were only watching the
movie, something you could not do in lovers' lane. The movies were
hardly ever worth looking at, so making love was a much better way to
spend the time.
Coming of sexual age in the Sixties, back when drive-ins were at
their most popular, I used to go to a place called the Spring Gardens,
on the outskirts of town. It was a magical dinosaur with hot dog and
popcorn concessions, a tatered, giant-size motion picture screen and
room for plenty of convertibles. There were a few older couples and
families scattered about on Friday nights, but most of the cars were
full of necking teenagers like my girl and myself.
Thinking of Spring Gardens brings back fond memories, because I got
my first blowjob there. The girl was an eighteen-year-old stunner
names Valerie who had enormous brown eyes, long blonde hair and a
figure that made my mouth water. Her sensuous lips turned up in
provactive smiles that promised unspoken delights. One night, while we
were watchin the second half of the bill, we were kissing and hugging
so much I expected to see steam fogging up the windshield.
She had let me put my hands on her large, firm breats and hard,
pointy nipples. Squeezing them, I drew her closer and felt her woman
flesh melting into my arms and chest. My cock was so big ad so hard I
was sure it would rip through the cloth of my pants. Valerie reached
down and put a hand on it.
I could feel the pressure of that hand through my jeans, her
fingernails scratching up and down. Then a fist grabbed me through the
material and held tightly to my penis. My tongue was halfway down
Val's throat and my hands were still feeling her breasts, but, as good
as they felt, my attentin was instantly diverted. I mean, there was a
hand cuping my balls! I could have come right then and there. What
if...? I thought. What if she pulls down my zipper and actually
touches my cock with her beautiful, bare fingers? I was trembling at
the mere tought of it.
I was a virgin, but Valerie was a lot more experienced. Within
moments she had the zipper down and was holding my cock in her hands,
pulling on it, watching it grow and grow. Centerfolds and fantasies
had never accomplished what Valerie did. She got my cock up to its
full potential, making it swell to its largest possible size. Pulling
away from me, she bent her head down into my lap, and I moaned.
Expecting only a handjob, I got a whole lot more. The feel of her
fingers was replaced by a wet, sensuos mouth kissing the tip of the
head. Her tongue snuck out to flick gently across my penis's opening.
A hot charge zipped up and down my body. Valerie's tongue glided up
and down the shaft, brushing seductivly across the bulging, purple
vein, and I felt almost dizzy.
Finally her mouth swept wetly over the crest and began pushing its
way down, down the length of my penis, enveloping my sex in a moist,
living tunnel. I couldn't breath, only gasp. I needed to come so badly
that there was positively an ache in my groin. Val's soft, scarlet
lips were pulling at the pliable flesh of my penis, causing the skin
to move in an up-and-down moton. As her head rose and fell in my lap,
her tongue continued to flick warmly around and around the bottom of
the shaft.
My head was bent back on the top of the headrest. All I could do
was sit here, feeling week and ecstatic, letting Val's expert actions
bring me right to the edge. I felt my orgasm rising. There was asudden
panic, which I quickly dismissed. I had never come in a car before.
Then a large, hot, creamy load was discharged into Valere's mouth, and
she began to suck out and swallow every last drop of semen.
When she was through and my cock was finally empty, Val sat up and
smiled, licking her lips. My cock was wet and beginning to feel
deliciously cool as the air hit the moisture on the shaft; soon it was
dry and back in my pants. Valerie again snuggling my arms, and I held
her tight.
So that was a blowjob! And it had been so easy. I had graduated
from fondling and kissing to getting blown. I could hardly wait to
find out what would happen during next week's double feature.
If you think there are a lot of sex manuals now, you should have
seen the ones published in the Sixties. The difference was that we
really needed them then. Most of it we could learn by "doing what
comes naturally," but it helped to have books to tell us that it was
normal to want to jerk off. It was in a sex manual that I read about
cunnilingus, which up until then had been a subject to kid about with
fellows, not something that you were supposed to actually do. But I
figured that if a girl could go down on me, I should at least make an
effort to return the favor.
One night I was at the Springs Gardens with a girl named Cecily.
She was a buxom blonde with hazel eyes, long, long lashes, and hair
that fell in vibrant curls to her shoulders. She had sucked my cock on
numberous occasions, and had hinted that sooner or later we'd "go all
the way."
"Tonight," I told her, "I have a surprise in store." There was just
one problem.
The drive-in had hired a security guard, a paunchy old fellow who
would occasionally rouse himself enough to walk up and down the rows
shining a flashlight into suspicious-looking cars. A few hushed-up
pregnancies, ostensibly resulting from nights of passion at the Spring
Gardens, plus some pressure from the town council, had forced the
management to take precautions to keep the atmosphere as "moral" and
family-like as possible.
The Danger element only made it more exciting. People were still
fondling, kissing and sucking, but for awhile everythng else was
curtailed. When the guard peered into their cars, my pals would just
give the geezer a shit-eatin' grin and go right back to what they were
doing. When he was way over by the concessions, taking a coffee break,
I told Cecily to get into the backseat with me. She giggled and
reached for my zipper, but I stopped her. I gently pushed her down
onto her back, straddled her and lifted her dress. Then I pulled down
her panties and whistled.
I hadn't seen a pussy close up except in magazines. I rather liked
the aroma, and was anxious to begin. My prick was stiff, sending
signals to my mind -- fuck her, you fool, fuck her! -- but I had
promised myself I'd wait awhile. So I shoved my head between her legs
and started to kiss her warm, sweet vagina lips. Her clit was swelling
and she was emitting a viscous discharge. I braced myself, then began
to orally massage the pussy-flesh, tasting the pungent fluid flowing
from her cunt. The moment my tongue and lips touched her there, we
were both electrified, Cecily by the sensations and I by her response.
Cecily was writhing excitedly, her legs thrashing and her hands
pulling on my hair. It was hard to believe that she had serviced lots
of guys and none had ever thought of pleasing her. For women, the
Sixties were sexually prehistoric. I was nuzzling her pussy, just
snuggling up to her cunt and sucking contentedly on her clitoris,
while se was soaring into orbit somewhere past Jupiter, quivering
under my mouth.
"Oh... my God. My God. Where did you learn that?" I didn't tell her
I was learning it that very minute. My tongue swept up and down and
across her lips and clit, I thought the car would shake.
Lapping up her juices, I felt her knees swinging back and forth
above my head. She was going crazy. I tickled her clit some more and
planted kisses all over her vulva. She cried out in a breathless,
orgasmic rush, and I knew I'd succeeded. She was coming like she never
had before.
Just as we were sitting up afterward, the security guard shone his
light into the backseat. Cecily was smoothing her skirt, and I was
rubbing my chin thoughtfully.
"Get in the front seat, you two," the old man growled. We looked at
each other and laughed.
The drive-in was the scene for a lot of summertime romances. That
summer my romance with a young lady named Jill had reached the point
of no return. We were both too hot for one another to settle for
substitues. Blowjobs were means to an end, not ends in themselves
anymore. I was anxious to become a man, and Jill was just as eager to
turn into a woman. We could think of no one we preferred "growing up"
with more than each other.
It was a very hot weekend in July. Jill had never looked more
beautiful: suntanned, blue eyed, her light brown hair brushed back
becomingly from her small, pretty face. Her figure in a bathing suit
was petite but curvaceous, with two rounded mounds up front that gave
her a voluptuous cast. Her legs were perfectly shaped, and her waist
was small. Her breasts were large in proportion to her body. During
many movies of which I had no memory, I'd explored the length and
breadth of them time and time again; my hands and mouth knew their
shape by heart.
The security guard had been fired. All around us in open-topped
convertibles, kids were steamily embracing, their faces mashing
together in osculatory bliss. I kissed Jill and held her closer. We
were parked at the edge of the lot, near the forest. It was late, the
sky was dark and the giant figures of now obscure movie actors loomed
above us. I knew from the look in Jill's eyes that the time had come.
We were both excited and breathing hard.
She climbed into the backseat as I raised the hood of the
convertible. All across the lot I could see convertible tops going up.
There was a cool breeze in the air, and this was the perfect night to
make love.
I stripped quickly in the backseat. Jill was already naked. We hung
our clothes up over the windows to discourage peeping toms. Jill
stretched out full-length, oblivious to what slight discomfort there
was.
"Now," she whispered, "I want you now." She held out her arms to
me.
In my dreams I had done this a hundred million times, but there was
nothing that could compare to the reality. I moved over her body,
stopping to kiss and touch a thigh here, a breast there, planting my
lips gently on her ears and neck and eyelids. She reached up to
envelop me in her arms. Her mouth touched my neck and shoulders,
nibbling on my chest.
She reached below my body and held my penis. She took measure of
it, sighting. My tongue pushed its way between her lips, and we turned
our heads this way and that as we tasted one another and let the
yearnings grow inside us. Neither of us could hold back any longer. I
lowered myself carefully atop her and let instinct take over. My penis
found the aperture, already moistening, and eased its way inside. Jill
gasped from the sudden alien quality of the thing inside her. She
smiled. I kissed her again.
My penis slid in smoothly, up to the hilt. When I was fully inside
her, I bagan rythmic movements. Her cunt was tight and wet and warm.
She cried out in pain once, her nailes raking my back. Had I punctured
her hymen already? Jills legs were up and around my backside,
rubbing frantically against my flesh. I tried for as long as possible
to keep thrusting at a slow, steady clip, but something deep inside me
made me want to go faster and harder. Jill's head kept flipping from
side to side, and she was sweating rivers. I was soaked to the bone
myself, burning with an insatialbe fever that had only one cure.
My penis was a huge, throbbing organism that seemed somehow to have
a separate identity. I felt as if it were in control, carrying the
rest of body helplessly along on its journey toward satisfaction. My
careful plans for over-whelming my woman with my sensual expertise
were all but forgotten. I only knew that I had to get off, had to spew
my sperm into her quivering cunt before I went out of my mind. Jill
was huffing and puffing, crying out, urging me to drive into her as
hard and quickly as I could.
My cock thrust back and forth with merciless abandon, driving down
deep into Jill's pussy. There were tears on her cheeks, but her eyes
twinkled with obvious pleasure. Our bodies were grinding togehter, and
my prick was like a fleshly steel conduit about to burst from too much
pressure. And then I felt a spurting explosion inside me, as if the
wet tissue of her cunt had adheared to the jism in my cock and just
pulled it out with a sudden draining wrench. I was shivering
uncontrollably. Jill was crying out, grasping my back with kneading
fingers. Her womanly juices gushed out of her cunt, and she began to
tremble and moan excitedly.
Jill, it turned out, had not been a virgin; but I didn't care. For
a long while after, whenever and wherever I made love, I could almost
smell the car upholstery and imagine huge, voiceless figures hovering
in the sky far above me.
END