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Archive name: Drivein1.txt
Authors name: John Reily No address)
Story Title:  "The Drive-in"
PART 1 OF 3

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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 be-
cause of outdoor  movie  theaters have a secure place in
the sexual history of the United States.  They are prov-
ing grounds,  places in  which to discover one's sensual
métier.

   Drive-ins became sex centers in the  Fifties and Six-
ties out of necessity.    Young people did not "live to-
gether"  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 un-
comfortable, 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 surrounded 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 conces-
sions, a tattered,  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 blow-job there.   The girl was an
eighteen-year-old stunner named Valerie who had enormous
brown eyes,  long blonde hair and  a figure that made my
mouth water.  Her sensuous lips turned up in provocative
smiles that promised unspoken delights. One night, while
we were watching  the  second  half of the bill, we were
kissing and hugging so much I expected to see steam fog-
ging up the windshield.

   She had  let  me  put  my  hands  on  her large, firm
breasts 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 and so hard I was sure it
would rip through the cloth of my pants.  When to my de-
light, and pain,  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 she
grabbed me through the  material  and held tightly to my
penis.  My tongue was halfway down Valerie's  throat and
my hands were still feeling her breasts, but, as good as
they felt, my attention was instantly diverted.  I mean,
there was a hand cupping  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
tough of it.

   I was a virgin,  but  Valerie  was a lot more experi-
enced.    Within moments she had the zipper down and was
holding my cock in her hands, pulling on it, watching it
expand even more.    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, GOD!!!

   Expecting  only  a  hand-job, I got a whole lot more.
The feel of her fingers was replaced by a wet,  sensuous
mouth kissing the tip of my head.   Her tongue snuck out
to flick gently across my penis'  opening.  A hot charge
zipped up and down my body.   Valerie's tongue glided up
and down the  shaft,  brushing  seductively  across  the
bulging, purple vein, and I felt almost dizzy.

   Finally  her mouth swept wetly over the crest and be-
gan pushing its way down,  down my length, enveloping my
sex in a moist, living tunnel.  I couldn't breath,  only
gasp. I needed to come so badly that there was positive-
ly an ache in my groin.   Valerie's soft,  scarlet  lips
were pulling at the pliable  flesh of my shaft,  causing
the skin to move in an up-and-down  motion.  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, let-
ting Valerie's expert  actions bring  me  right  to  the
edge. I felt my orgasm rising. There was a sudden panic,
which I quickly dismissed. I had never come in a car be-
fore. Then a large, hot, creamy load was discharged into
Valerie's mouth,  and she began  to suck out and swallow
every last drop of my semen.

   When she was through and I was finally empty, Valerie
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 blow-job!   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.

Continued in part 2...

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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!!  You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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