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 Like a skyrocket made of quicksilver, Jerry’s jism rose high into the air.  It hung suspended for a moment, a fleecy cloud of cum floating above the booths.
 Then it descended.
 The creamy lump splattered on Tina’s bare belly and ran down into her bushy pubic mound.
 Both girls looked at this unexpected addition to the available cream in surprise.  Where in hell had it come from?
 Linda leaned down and sucked the tasty spunk up from Tina’s crotch.
 ”What was it?” Tina asked.  “Cum or cuntjuice?” (more…)

 Now Linda and Mike were looking over the seat, doing some watching in their turn, while Tina finished fucking Clyde to a frazzle.  Tina was lithe and limber and fucked as sinuously as a snake, clinging to him when he filled her cunt with his thick load and wailing with the joy of it as her pussy melted on his spurting prick.
 Then Clyde was finished.
 His prick came out limp and drooping, and his balls had gone into a state of collapse.
 Mike, although he had enjoyed watching, also had a soft cock now, and neither of the young men was going to be able to do any more fucking for a while.
 That, Linda thought, was a shame.  She wondered if a little tonguing might harden either of those spent pricks. (more…)

 When she saw that the young couple was separating, Thelma turned to Homer, who still  had his cock out, and gave him a questioning look.  Words were seldom necessary between the two, since their inclinations were so much in accord and they were always thinking the same thing, and Homer nodded and said, “Certainly, my dear.”
 Tom was wobbling up alongside the Eldorado, his hands jammed in his side pockets in a futile attempt to hide his erection.
 Thelma slid the electric window down and leaned out.
 ”Young man!” she called. (more…)

 In the same row as the Eldorado and two spaces down was a battered old Pontiac convertible, with a plaid canvas top and, to a cursory and casual inspection, the occupants of the Pontiac would have seemed much the same as any of the young couples who used the drive-in to fuck and suck.
 If one looked in through the plastic rear window, one would have seen a crewcut man at the wheel and a head of long, tawny-blonde hair beside the driver and, since they were not snuggling passionately together, the assumption would be that it was a first date that was not working out, or a last date ending an affair, or perhaps a sexual hiatus following a lover’s quarrel.  But the assumption would have been wrong.  This young couple was not and never had been lovers.  They did not want to be lovers.  In fact, they did not even realize that it would be possible to be lovers, and they would have been totally disgusted at the suggestion. (more…)

 The four young, lusty fuckers and fuckwatchers in Mike’s car were not the only voyeurs at that drive-in movie.  The place was a notorious passion pit, where few couples ever watched a film.
 Most of the customers were young courting couples, often in Daddy’s borrowed car, getting to know each other in various ways.  Too young or shy to rent a hotel room, these randy youngsters found the drive-in a handy place to fuck.  They had the privacy of their cars, and they didn’t have to worry about being interrupted by the cops, as they did if they parked in a lover’s lane or a dark street.
 So, kids came there to fuck and often never even knew what film was showing, going into a passionate embrace as soon as the lights went off and interrupting the session only to go to the refreshment stand and gulp down some Coke to replenish their vital body fluids.  But not everyone was that sort.  Some had come to watch.  But not the film … (more…)