Drive In – Part 3
Part 3 of a 3 part story of me breaking my virginity at various stages in the institution that was the American Drive In. Drive In Literotica.
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 substitutes. 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 be turned 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 upfront 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 the 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 oscillatory 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 back-seat 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 back-seat. 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 erection. She took the 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.
I slid into her smoothly, up to the hilt. When I was fully inside her, I began rhythmic movements. Her cunt was tight and wet and warm. She cried out in pain once, her nails 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 insatiable fever that had only one cure.
My erection 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 my body helplessly along on its journey toward satisfaction. My careful plans for overwhelming 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 together, 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 adhered 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.
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