Drive In – Part 1
A 3 part story of my breaking my virginity at various stages in the institution that was the American Drive In. A drive on sex story.
DRIVE-IN – think of the term – what comes to mind? Movies… or sex? If it’s the latter, it’s probably because 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 motivation.
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 was 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 a hot dog and popcorn concessions, 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 me.
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 fogging 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 delight, 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 experienced. 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 began pushing its way down, down my length, enveloping my sex in a moist, living tunnel. I couldn’t breathe, only gasp. I needed to come so badly that there was positively 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, letting 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 before. 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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