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drivein!.txt

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?

Jill's 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.