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The Drive-In

By: heryankee



I was passing through this small town in Kentucky. I was 27 years old just out of school after, finishing a tour in Vietnam. The GI bill had paid for my school, now it was time for me to find a job. I had a job interview with large company in town the next morning. I stopped at this diner to eat. This beautiful, young, blue-eyed waitress came to my table to take my order. She was much too young for me, I was 29, she didn't look like she was 18 yet. She was tall, large breasted and seemed to be interested in me. 

"Good afternoon sir." 

Her southern accent would have melted anyone's heart. It sure melted mine. Her smile dazzled me. This young, innocent woman child had conquered me. I didn't even know I had lost the battle.

"My name is Jo and I'll be your waitress tonight"

"What would you like sir" (the accent melted my heart)

"Chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and gravy please."

After she brought me dinner, I ordered desert, and coffee. Then I asked her out. She could not go to a bar or club, since she was only eighteen. The only other thing to do was the drive in. I wondered what was playing, then I thought. It had better be good because I couldn't seduce such a young woman.

When I picked her up that night, I met her family. Her brothers were all big men, and her daddy was even bigger. Me being a Yankee couldn't sit right with them, but they were very hospitable. They seemed okay with her going out with a man considerably older than her.

As we drove to the drive in, we talked. Jo was smart, uneducated and innocent. When I say uneducated I mean she had not gone to college. She was literate and well read for such a young woman. She leaned against me and whispered. Almost inaudibly.

"Bruce?"

"What? "

"Jo, what did you want to say?"

"Nothing, never mind."

We arrived at the movie, and parked the car. Jo immediately leaned up against me, and put her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and watched the movie for a while. Her large breasts seemed to press themselves against me. They kept reminding me that although she was young she was definitely a woman. Jo's head seemed to burrow into my shoulder and her perfume intoxicated me. Intermission came, and I went to get us some refreshments. When I got back, she thanked me with a kiss we shared the popcorn and the coke.

Jo excused herself to go to the ladies room. I leaned back in the seat, closed my eyes and waited for her. As she entered the car she kissed me, crushing her breasts against my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. I could feel my excitement grow in my pants. My hands reached to caress her breasts through her blouse and bra. Jo moaned softly and didn't protest. The next movie went on and we separated as we began to watch. Jo sat cuddled next to me with her hand on my thigh absently stroking it.

"Jo do you know what you are doing to me?"

"Bruce, I'm . . . a virgin"

"I... want you to make love to me tonight"

"Jo, I am too old for you."

"Bruce, I think I love you and I wanted you at the diner this afternoon."

"You are too young."

Then she pulled me to her and kissed me as if she were an experienced and horny woman.

"I told mama I wanted you, and she said go get him girl."

"Jo can we think about this for a while?"

She sat next to me cuddled up to me and slowly pulled my lips down to hers. The kiss was gentle and romantic. Then her mouth opened, and my tongue explored her open wet sweet mouth. My hands caressed the front of her blouse, until my fingers found the buttons down the front. As I began to open them.

"Bruce, I want to lie down on the back seat."

We got into the back seat and began to kiss and caress each other. I opened her blouse and could see the flesh above her plain white bra. I caressed her bra encased breasts and kissed what was exposed to me. I reached behind her and opened the hooks. I slipped my hands underneath the brassier, and caressed the soft flesh topped by hard nipples. I slowly slid the garment off of her shoulders and gasped at the beauty of her rose tipped mounds. 

"They are beautiful."

"You are magnificent."

Then I began to kiss and suck the nipples, she moaned and pushed her breasts into my mouth harder. One hand came to the back of my neck, pulling my mouth tighter to her breast. The other hand caressed the front of my pants raising my passion higher. I reached for the zipper of her jeans, and opened it. As she lifted her hips, I removed them leaving her clad in only her white cotton panties. My hand slid under the waistband, and I caressed that virgin mound, The hair was soft and my finger found that tight wet entrance. Jo moaned and kissed me passionately. I removed her panties and kissed her lower lips. I ran my tongue between them and licked her clit. Jo opened her mouth moaned and arched her hips as she came on my face. She sat up and quickly began to undress me. As my cock was freed, she engulfed my hardness in her mouth.

"Jo, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."

She stopped.

"Not this time, I want you to make love to me."

"I don't have any rubbers."

"Doctor say's I can't get pregnant my insides are messed up."

I entered her slowly and gently. I was careful and gentle with her. With very little pain and very little blood I entered her. After a short while of rest we began to move our passion increased before long we both climaxed and I proposed to her.

That was 25 years ago and three kids later. After Two years of marriage she proved the doctor wrong by delivering our first child. She is still the best piece of ass I ever had and I love her dearly. Now we have retired to our cabin in the woods healthy wealthy and wise. But I thank god for the job interview that brought me here and the drive in movie that has since been torn down.

The Drive-In



 For those of you who absorb useless facts, read on. For those that don't, skip the italics and enjoy! Otherwise, here are some interesting details about the Drive-In Theatres. They were created in 1928 by a man named Richard Hollingshed, who started out with a projector mounted to his car, and a screen nailed between two trees. Using his lawn sprinkler, he simulated rain storms, and liked what he saw. Richard used blocks and various cars, and was able to find out the correct angle of where these cars needed to be placed to get the spacing right, so everyone could see the movie. Thus, the first patent for a drive-in was made in 1932. In 1950 the courts of Delaware ruled that a drive-in could no longer be patented. 

In the 1930's there were 18 Drive-In theatres. That number, we all know, grew and grew, and in 1948 there were a total of 820 theatres. After the baby boom, drive-ins became playgrounds for the kids. Many owners installed equipment for the children to enjoy till it was time for the movie to begin. Parents would arrive early, and the concession stand did even more business. By the end of the 1950's, the Drive-In was making its way across the country, and came close to 5,000, forcing that same number of indoor theaters to close down. The largest theatre was in Copiague, New York. It was 28 acres, and had spacing for 2500 cars. A train was used to shuttle people from their cars to various areas on the site. It included an indoor theatre for 1200, a playground, restaurant, and a cafeteria. 

Unfortunately, by the 60's and 70's the drive-in had worn out its welcome, and many had begun to close down. Fewer families attended, so the playgrounds were taken away, and movies were geared towards teens and young adults. By the end of the 1980's only about 1000 drive-ins remained, and many of them were closing their doors. Cable TV and VCR's are what brought about this change in attendance. Finally, in the 1990's, drive-in theatres began to come back into demand. Some new ones were built and old ones reopened. Many added more screens for viewers. One Florida theatre added 13. 

What will the 2000's bring us? I don't have a clue, but I live 20 minutes away from a drive-in and love it. The cost has gone up; we pay $6.00 for ages 12 and up, but everyone 11 and under are admitted free. Some nights the owners charge $6.00 a car; and man, you sure can pack a lot of people in the bed of a pick-up truck! The food is expensive, but it is still worth the nostalgia one gets when they pull up to the speaker post, and the kids play outside and enjoy the time before the movie begins. We probably shouldn't mention the steamy windows, from the countless lovers who take a moment to feel young again! 

*

Abby and Todd waited patiently for the movie to start. Todd had agreed to a blind date with Abby just to appease his buddy's girlfriend, Sheila. Brice and Sheila, who were in the back seat of Todd's Town Car, had been dating for six months, and she, it seemed, had wanted to find a date for her friend Abby. He had been nominated the potential victim. So far, Todd had to admit he was having a nice time. Abby was better looking then Brice had described; then again, Brice was partial to blonde hair. Abby was definitely not what Brice would have ever found attractive, Todd thought to himself, as he compared her 5'-3" to Sheila's 6'0''. Abby's brown curly hair was cut close to her shoulders, whereas her friend's was long and wavy, and definitely bottle blonde. Todd also noticed that Sheila was as thin as a stick. Granted, she had enough to keep a man's hands busy in the chest department, but Abby had much more, and though she wasn't a big woman, she had enough there that a man felt like he was touching a soft female, and not a bunch of bones. Every man had a different taste in this world, and Todd could tell his tastes were definitely for Abby.

Abby glanced back at Sheila and Brice and blushed, as she quickly faced the front of the car. She knew she was taking her chances going on a blind date with a couple who obviously, from what she had just witnessed, couldn't keep their hands off each other for very long. So she watched the people moving in front of the car on their way to the concession stand, and she heard the children playing on the playground that was located at the front of the pack of cars. She loved coming to this drive-in. Her mom had told her stories of it, and how she and her aunts and uncles would ride their bikes and climb the trees to listen to the movies with their hand-held radios. They couldn't afford the money to go very often, since they were a family of eight, and times were never easy for them growing up. She had even pointed out the group of trees to her once, and Abby always enjoyed imagining herself in those trees, watching a movie. She related the story to Todd while she took in his appearance, bringing smiles to her eyes, as well as her lips.

Abby had been very apprehensive about going out with another one of Sheila's blind dates. Abby knew she wasn't as thin as Sheila, but she also knew that she was attractive. Many men had given her notice at clubs or while she shopped at the mall, yet they rarely ever approached her. She wasn't sure why. Maybe because Sheila was so outgoing to everyone, whereas she was a little more reserved, until she felt more comfortable with someone new. Abby was immediately glad she had agreed to this particular blind date. Todd was a very nice looking man. He was physically fit, with short brown wavy hair, and very deep blue eyes. Abby had felt a little dwarfed when he stood beside her, helping her into the car. She figured her 5'3'' frame looked tiny compared to his 6'4''. She also liked the feeling of protectiveness that his height had given her. She tried to keep a steady flow of conversation with Todd, to drown out the sounds of the two in the back seat, making out, as her face kept getting redder and redder. 

Brice had his hand up Sheila's blouse when Abby had looked back at them, and he smiled against her neck as he started to suck gently on her skin. He always enjoyed making Abby blush. She had a nice, cute smile when she was embarrassed, and he loved seeing her smile. He felt his cock get even harder, thinking of Abby, while he continued to fondle Sheila's nipples. Brice had met Sheila and Abby at a bar, and had initially been attracted to Abby, but Sheila had come across right from the start as the wild one of the two. So he had ended up with her that night, and just hadn't bothered to try and sample Abby's delights, though many times he had imagined her in his bed or on his pool table, instead of his current lover. Closing his eyes, he moved his tongue over Sheila's neck to her mouth, while his mind imagined Abby's large breast under his hand.

Sheila moaned against Brice's lips and let her hand slide down to his crotch. She hadn't wanted to start groping Brice as soon as they got in the car, but she knew he was a man who needed a lot of attention, and so she felt like obliging him most of the time. She pressed her hand against his cock and bit his bottom lip with her teeth before pulling it in and sucking on it gently. She noticed Abby shifting uncomfortably in her seat, so she pulled her mouth from Brice's and slowly eased his hand from her shirt. "Later babe, when it's a bit darker." She heard his groan, and winced a little as he gave one last hard pinch on her nipple.

Sheila had wanted Brice the moment she saw him approaching Abby at the bar. She had seen that look in many men's eyes when she and Abby were out together, and she hated it. Sheila saw the way Brice looked at her friend, and she couldn't understand how so many people would rather be with Abby than with her. She was thinner then Abby, sexier then Abby, and so much more outgoing then Abby, yet almost every man she had slept with had at first wanted Abby. She was tired of always comparing her thin self to Abby's body. She admitted that even she found Abby attractive. She had an innocence about her; an untouched clean soul. Sheila had actually found herself imagining being a part of that innocence. She liked Abby, but hated how jealous she was of her. She tried to be quiet and demure, but just couldn't. She wanted to be Abby sometimes, and get the attention Abby got, but never realized she was getting. She wouldn't mind seeing what was so special about Abby, and decided that somehow she was going to get a taste of what was so unique about her friend.

"Hey Todd, let's go get these ladies something to drink, and a couple of large popcorns," Brice said, as he pried himself from Sheila's side, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before exiting the vehicle to meet Todd on the driver's side. 

"Don't forget the extra butter!" Sheila and Abby both shouted at their retreating backs, giggling together as the guys rolled their eyes at them.

"Sooooo.... tell me what you think?" Sheila asked as soon as the men were far enough away that her question wouldn't be carried on the wind.

"I think I like him. He is a very nice looking guy and very polite. He even opened the door for me, and you know that doesn't happen much anymore." 

Sheila noticed the sparkle in Abby's eyes and how her face lit up when she was enjoying herself. "Well, I think he's smitten with you also."

"Smitten! What are you, 80 years old? I think more like, attracted to me, is the word you're looking for... and you know what? I think he is. Well, I really hope he is, anyway."

"He is, trust me. Abby, you don't give yourself enough credit. Many men are attracted to you. I know Brice is. He admitted it to me once. I'll even admit to you, that if I were a man, I'd have had you in my bed in no time." Sheila let her words sink in before continuing on her attempt to bring out a new side to her friend. "I mean, think about it. You aren't a stick figure, like me. You have large breasts, great hips, and man, Abby, when you smile your whole face lights up. Yep, if I were a man, I'd do ya. Hell, I'm a woman, and I'd still do ya!" And with that statement Sheila headed out of the car, asking Abby if she wouldn't mind heading to the ladies room with her.

"Why is it woman always have to use the restroom in pairs?" Abby sighed, as she got out of the car and hooked her arm through her best-friend's, and proceeded to head off to the restrooms.

Todd and Brice were on their way back to the car, and stopped the girls to see if they wanted them to wait for them. The girls declined, and let the guys head back to the car. Both girls stopped to take a moment to turn and watch their dates walk away, enjoying the view of their tight jeans. Each one turned to the other, raised their eyebrows, and giggled that secret laugh that women have, when they are sharing a sexy secret.

"Well Brice, I don't know why you did it, but I think you left me with the hottest babe." Todd slid back into the front of the car and over to the middle some, wanting to be sitting closer to Abby when she got back. "I mean, are you blind?"

Brice laughed. "No, friend. I'm not blind. I wanted Abby first, but she was so quiet and shy, and the night I met them I wasn't in the mood for taking my time and using the usual lines to open a quiet girl up to me. I wanted a sure thing, and I wanted to get laid. Shellie was there, and obviously willing, and later I learned she was able. Very able, as you can see. I'm still with her. Granted, I wouldn't mind being with Abby, too. Now, that, my friend, would be heaven."

Todd grinned at Brice's last comment. "I'm sure it would be. Sheila is a looker. Don't get me wrong. I think you got real lucky with her. Abby, though, is different. They seem like night and day. I like her, and I'll probably ask her back to my place after I drop you and Sheila off. I may just offer to take her back to her house, since Sheila went and picked her up, and brought her to your place."

"Well, maybe we can all enjoy some of Abby this evening. What do you think of that?"

Todd stayed quiet for a long time. It had been years since he and Brice had done anything like that; shared women. He liked the idea; could even feel his cock starting to rise up, some. He imagined Abby's mouth on him, and Sheila's nipple rolling between his thumb, while Brice sat back with the camera, before he took his turn with the lovely ladies. 

"I can tell you're thinking about it," Brice chuckled to his friend. "It's been a while, old friend, and I think Sheila would go for it. Abby, on the other hand...well, that would be the tricky thing.. She is shy, but I guess, to hear Sheila talk, once that barrier is down Abby is a real wild woman. I've yet to see it, but god I sure would love to."

"Well Brice, I think you have a fascinating mind, and I'll do all I can to ease Miss Abby out of her shy state before we return back to your place. But I won't pressure her."

"I wouldn't want you to. She's a great girl. I just think she needs to experience a new side to herself. She needs to step out of Sheila's shadow. Think of it as brotherly concern for my fellow sister."

"Yeah, right! Believe me, I know you too well, and that ain't brotherly concern you're stroking, right now." Todd laughed hard, as he watched Brice's hand swiftly move away from his crotch. He reached over the passenger seat as he saw Abby come across the front of the car, and opened it quickly for her. "Welcome back, hon."

"Hi. Miss us?" Abby asked, as she slid into her seat and shut the door behind her. She quickly noticed how much closer Todd was to her, and how his hand had stayed on the headrest behind her. She let herself relax against his side as he answered her with a smile and a stroke to her hair. 

"Just you," he whispered quietly in her ear, letting his warm breath rest on her before offering her some popcorn and soda.

Sheila placed her hand on Brice's thigh and settled against him, just as the movie previews began to run. Each person commented on the upcoming movies, promising to themselves that they would see this one, and not that one. The girls made jokes about the actors, and how they'd be willing to do a sex scene with that one; and if they were men, they'd even do a few scenes with a particular actress. The men enjoyed their own teasing, as the previews for the sci-fi movies and the horror flicks ran. They loved grossing out the girls with tales of other disgusting films the men had seen in the past, and relished in the faces they made, as they each described ghoulish scenes. Finally, the feature film began, and each couple pressed together closer so they could watch the movie, eat some popcorn, and have a nice time at the theatre.

About an hour into the first film Todd's hands moved into Abby's hair, and he slowly began stroking her neck. She snuggled closer to him, and her sigh encouraged him to continue his little caresses. He moved his fingers back and forth, while he popped some popcorn into his mouth. His eyes were on the movie, but his mind was on Abby. His fingers worked slow circles on her neck and massaged the muscles underneath the porcelain skin. Slowly, he moved his mouth closer to her ear, and let his tongue slide over it, smiling as he felt her shiver and sigh again. 'God, she's responsive' he thought, as he continued to move his hand around to the side of her neck, slowly running his fingers up and down the corded muscle. He noticed her shift slightly in her seat, and he knew that she was beginning to feel his effect on her body. 

Abby had felt a real tremor as soon as Todd's hand had moved through her hair. She was sure he noticed her response to his touches, and then when he licked her ear she felt her whole body shake. She smiled over at him and took a drink, feeling a little like teasing him. She ran her tongue slowly over her lips, licking off the sweetness from the soda. She grinned even wider as she heard his groan, and saw his wink. Abby liked how he looked at her; as if she were the only one in the car with them, even though, from the sounds coming from the back seat, it was obvious they weren't. She placed her hand on his thigh and settled back against him.

Sheila had seen Todd's hand moving through Abby's hair while she had been slowly sliding the shirt from Brice's pants. 'God, she wanted to be up there with them, feeling like she was more then just a nice fuck' she thought to herself, but she did enjoy having Brice fulfill her needs, and she fulfilled her own at the same time. Sheila felt her pussy tighten as she watched Todd's tongue lick Abby's ear. She closed her eyes for a moment, and wondered what it would have been like to taste Abby's skin the way Todd had just done. She opened her eyes again as her hands worked on the button of Brice's jeans. She did enjoy this part of the drive-in, the make out sessions in the back seat; they always were the hottest. She wondered now if she'd cum harder then ever, since she had two people witness to the sounds of her pleasuring her lover. 

Brice shifted in his seat and let his eyes wander back and forth, from the screen, to Abby, and then to Sheila. He hadn't really cared what movie was playing, but felt he should at least claim to be able to recall some of it. He felt Sheila's cool hands move his cock from his boxers, and leaning back, his eyes fixed on the back of Abby's curly brown hair. As Sheila's mouth closed over his member, he let his mind caress Abby's short hair, as he ran his fingers through the top of Sheila's blonde tresses. He felt as if it were Abby's tongue circling his cock's head, as Sheila's tongue slid over it. He saw, in his mind, Abby's mouth sucking him in deep, and him thrusting his big hard penis down her throat, while in reality, Sheila was sliding her hot moist mouth all over his dick. Brice opened his eyes and looked down at the blonde fucking his cock with her mouth, and let his finger rub over her ass. Pinching it slightly, he whispered Abby's name, causing Sheila to grind harder against his cock. Realizing that had turned her on, he whispered her name again. "Fuck me Abby," he said, before he felt his cum fill Sheila's hot mouth. "Suck it dry, Abby, all of it. Suck it all down." He continued to climax as Sheila worked his cock with her tongue and her hands, emptying his seed and swallowing it all.

Abby felt her cheek with her hand. 'Oh my god,' she thought, as she realized what Brice had said, and that not only had Sheila heard it, but surely Todd had also. Her face was on fire as she looked over at Todd, trying to read his reaction. He smiled down and her and winked again. She felt his lips touch her cheek and move down to her neck, before sliding over to her ear and whispering that he wouldn't mind her doing that, either. She turned her head and pressed her lips gently to his. "Maybe someday, I will."

"Mmmm, I sure hope so," he answered back, just before he claimed her lips with his. He felt her melt against him as his tongue slid slowly along the sides of her mouth, then met with hers to stroke and dance with it. "Abby, you taste wonderful." Never letting his lips leave hers, he placed the popcorn on the driver's side floor board, and let his hand rest on her thigh while he continued to stroke her neck.

"So do you," she heard herself whisper. As the kiss broke for a brief moment, she heard his indrawn breath as she slid her tongue forcibly against his. Her hand moved slowly up his thigh as she twisted her body to press her left breast against his chest, letting her leg drape over his. Purring against his lips, she felt his hand snake slowly up her inner thigh. Abby could feel her body humming as his fingers slid along her skin, and her ears picked up the sounds of Sheila and Brice in the back seat. She moved her lips to Todd's neck, and opened her eyes to look at the back seat. Her eyes moved over Brice's open jeans and his soft cock, still glistening from his earlier release. She glanced at Sheila, noticing her friend's smile and wink, just before she licked her lips and put her finger against Brice's wet cock. Abby left Todd's neck for only a brief moment, to lick the wet finger that Sheila offered her, then turned her attention back to Todd's body. Closing her eyes, Abby felt her pussy get even wetter, as the thoughts of having shared a part of Sheila and Brice's pleasure aroused her.




The Drive-in



Note: FYI – Aoife is pronounced "EE-fa"

*

Life has a way of getting in the way of living, which sounds absurd until four kids, demanding jobs, numerous activities, sports and the mundane realities of running a home result in you waking up one day with the realization that other than hurried couplings, the passion you shared with your partner was largely a thing of wet dreams and memories.

Aoife did just that. An odd juxtaposition of events left her unaccountably alone with absolutely nothing that must be done and an empty house.

A luxurious bath later, shaved and smoothed, buffed and polished, she sat in front of her mirror, brushing the waist length mahogany mane which minimum care and good genes ensured continued to be one of her best features.

Maybe it was having her thick waving locks hanging silkily against her fine boned face, or the unaccustomed feel of smooth, shaved legs, but Aoife suddenly remembered what it was like when she and Finn had first met. Sparks had flown the moment the two had seen each other; introduced by a former boyfriend, Aoife found herself unaccountably breathless on meeting the shortish, well-built Scot. There was something about the way his green eyes, narrow and intense met her own, the manner in which the thick fair hair tumbled around the craggy, strong face with its decided nose and stubborn jaw. For his part, the long limbed goddess with the magnificent hair and intense blue green eyes completely and utterly enthralled him.

A scant hour later, the two left the party together, hand in hand, to continue their conversation in a less raucous atmosphere. Within weeks they were inseparable, and much of their time was spent engaged in a tangle of lust for each other that permeated their every waking moment and made them the horrified envy of friends who were alternatively appalled and envious of the way the two lovers could not keep their hands off each other.

Now 15 years and 4 kids later, Aoife had to think hard to remember when they had last experienced that spontaneous, joyous and overwhelming lust that used to be as natural as breathing.

Standing up, she inspected herself critically. With the exception of a few lines that added character to her face, her skin was excellent and belied her 42 years. Cupping her heavy breasts, she turned sideways. Most definitely not quite as firm or as high as they used to be, but nonetheless they were still more or less where they should be and the nipples were as large and luscious as ever. Her belly had a hint of softness, the legacy of four pregnancies but her narrow hips and long, very beautiful legs were still exceptional as vanity and a desire to stay healthy had her biking regularly and for long periods.

"Well, things are going to change – we need to rediscover each other," she decided then and there.

That day, Aoife began her campaign to seduce her husband. She began to rediscover the little things which he liked – like picking up the coffee he preferred, ensuring his mobile phone had minutes, and more importantly, making sure the two of them made a conscious effort to spend more time together without children. 

Trips to the bookstore – a former favourite haunt – did much to help the two reconnect. Without the distractions of kids and mundane tasks, they learned again the fascination that the other held for them. Finn rediscovered his great appreciation for his wife's lively intelligence and it wasn't long before they fell back into their old stimulating argumentative debates.

Lovemaking became more than perfunctory, slowly but surely. Instead of hurried couplings, where Finn would push his stiff prick against the flannel-covered bottom of his darling and then merely pull up the hem to push its hard length between her taut thighs, he began to approach lovemaking from a more leisurely perspective. 

Teasing and tender, he would strip off the nightie and cup the full, heavy breasts, suckling the long firm nipples for long periods, his prick stiff against her belly, its winking eye leaking pre-cum, until unable to stand it any longer she would thrust against him, sighing as his long thick length slid up into her sheath.

Slow and leisurely, his lips suckling the swollen breast, Finn would push his prick in and out of her tight cunt, measuring the pleasure in long delicious strokes, savouring the feel of her hot swollen folds engulfing his throbbing cock until suddenly, the urgency would begin to build and moaning against the mouthful of heavy breast, he would thrust fast and strong until his prick would throb and jerk and empty long hot streams of cum into her pulsating cunt.

Things in short improved considerably.

Aoife, however, as much as she was enjoying their renewed concupiscence, still yearned for something really spontaneous, something really sexual. Her opportunity came sooner than she anticipated when grandparents swooped down to take the kids to a cottage for a week and concurrent with that she came across an advertisement in a local newspaper which piqued her interest.

Aoife planned her campaign. Telling Finn to make no plans on the Saturday night, she informed him a surprise was in store. 

A shopping spree for clothes and other things and she was ready. 

Finn was out most of the day on his endless quest for treasures in garage sales, leaving Aoife time to polish herself head to foot and leisure to dress. Unaccountably nervous, she inspected herself in the mirror – wondering for the millionth time whether she was too old for dressing like this.

A very tight low-necked sleeveless tee hugged and moulded the heavy breasts. Her large nipples were clearly outlined under the skimpy lace that barely cupped their bounty and when she walked, the fluid movement of largely unfettered heavy breast flesh was clearly provocative and enticing. The skirt was denim, short and flirty, hugging her narrow hips and flaring to just midpoint on the long toned thighs. If she bent over, the firm, plump cheeks of her ass could be seen, pale and luscious, her plump mound, its reddish curls trimmed and combed cupped in the skimpy protection of a thong.

A moment later, her husband soothed her unspoken fears, when chattering; he banged into the bedroom, treasures in hand.

"HOLY shit!"

Finn's mouth hung open as he took in the sight of his very sexy wife. From the tip of her magnificent hair which hung burnished and smooth to her waist to the long gorgeous legs, the shapely calves flexed from the pressure of 4-inch heels, she was stunning.

"Oh baby!" 

Moving to her, Finn pulled her head down towards his own, tangling eager fingers in soft silken waves. One hand went up to cup and squeeze the full breast.

Laughing, breathless, Aoife pulled back.

"Come on, you! Have your shower – this isn't the surprise! Get ready!"

Grinning, she dodged her amorous husband's eager hands and shooed him into the shower.

An hour later, the waning sun to the west sending warm tendrils of dying light to streak and brighten the creeping dusk, they were on their way.

Aoife drove carefully but rapidly, the dark highway speeding past on either side of the car. It was as if they were cocooned in their own private world, caught in a warp of time and space. The air conditioning blew cool against her almost naked breasts, creating an aching awareness of her vulnerability and openness to him as he sat gazing at her. Between her legs, her cunt throbbed. 

The car, an old Lincoln bequeathed by Finn's grandparents, was roomy and comfortable – if exorbitantly expensive in gas. But the leather seats, luxurious interior, superior stereo and best of all, superlative engine made up for what it cost at the pump.

Finn sat sideways, watching her mobile face as she drove. Grinning, he reached over and cupped a firm breast, weighing its luscious bounty in a hot palm.

"Finn!" Aoife grinned, feeling a thrill of daring as her bold husband fondled her breast openly.

"Pull up your shirt," he said coaxingly.

"FINN! Are you nuts? It's still bloody light out!" she laughed.

"Please darling, do – for me?"

Aoife looked around – there was something about driving in a car, cupped in a speeding metal capsule, the road flashing by, affording quick glimpses into other people's universes as they sped by that gave her a sense of freedom. 

"After all," she reasoned, "it's not as if anyone will ever see us again!"

A bit nervously, she reached down to the waist of her tight tee – grasping the end she slowly pulled it up over her taut midriff. Teasingly, Aoife tugged until the heavy, lace cupped underhang of her full breasts was visible. 

"More, sweet one, more." Finn said, his voice tight.

There was something intensely provocative about seeing his wife's pale belly, the heavy jut of breast in an open car in broad daylight. A part of him almost wanted someone to see her – to lust after that bounty of overflowing breast flesh – to look at him and envy him this woman.

Glancing at him, one hand on the wheel, Aoife honoured her husband's request.

Slowly, she pulled the shirt higher, tugging it over the tip of pale, freckled breasts. The bra was scant, barely containing the swelling mounds; the tip of her shell pink areoles visible. 

Aoife's breasts were obscenely obvious as the tight tee pushed her breasts out even further.

Finn's breath came short as she watched her expose her breasts to his gaze. Leaning over, he ran a calloused finger between the swollen globes, pushing into the tight cleavage and rubbing gently.

Aoife groaned. Her breasts were remarkably sensitive, within a second, the long, plump nipples hardened, and lengthened, pushing out the thin lace of the underwire bra. 

Grinning, Finn ran his hands down and over the tips – feeling his prick jump as he saw her face tighten, the green eyes cloud.

Reaching under, he pushed his fingers under the tight underwire and pulled it up and out with some difficulty. 

"Oh you bitch, you are so fucking gorgeous!" he breathed as the heavy white breasts tumbled out of the tight confines. 

Aoife's nipples were already erect and throbbing, their long plump length elongated, their normal shell pink colour deep and crimson. The bra, still fastened, was tight and dug into the long sloping top of the breasts, pushing them out and making them appear even firmer. Although Aoife's breasts weren't bad for 42, she had miserably failed the infamous pencil test she had once passed with flying colours. Four pregnancies and breastfeeding for the better part of 7 years had stretched and softened their shape, although admittedly Finn had never complained.

Finn slit his eyes as he reached over and pushed his fingers underneath the heavy weight. He had told her repeatedly but wasn't sure if she believed him, that he actually preferred these mature, lovely breasts. They were softer, more pliable, their warm mass comforting and unbelievably erotic. 

Reverently, Finn cupped and then squeezed the warm mass, his fingers wandering over the sweet, soft skin to the rubbery, throbbing nipples. He knew his wife's weaknesses and ginning, pinched sharply.

"Oh fuck!" Aoife almost screamed. Struggling, she tried to keep her concentration on the road. She had, she believed, a direct line from her breasts to her womb and right now, she felt a gush from between her plump lips that soaked the thin gusset of her thong.

Finn smiled delightedly– he knew exactly what he was doing. Leaning over, he put his other hand on the long slender thigh. Aoife's skirt was hiked up, the long legs slightly spread, her right one taut as she kept a foot on the gas.

He relished the feel of the soft warm skin, then snaked his hand between her legs, ignoring the inarticulate noises she made in protest. Sighing, he took his fingers and rubbed them lightly against the damp gusset, breathing deeply the musky aroma that suddenly wafted into the still, cool air of the car. 

"Keep your eye on the road," he said semi-sternly.

Aoife spared a quick glance. Helplessly, she allowed her thigh to relax and sprawl slightly open, giving her husband access to her most secret place. 

Stiffening a finger, his hand pinching and cupping the heavy breast, Finn wiggled his finger under the thin line of silk, brushing damp curls as he did so. He sighed as his questing finger rubbed lightly the plump, furred pubes, then nestling between the swollen labia. Very, very gently, he ran his finger the long length of his wife's slit, barely tipping the tight furled ass as she pushed her hips forward against his bold, welcome intrusion. Then back up, his finger wet now with the juices which were beginning to drip out of the swollen cunt, right up to the tiny, shy clitoris which was just beginning to wake up. Barely touching, he flicked its sensitive tip.

Aoife groaned and rewarded him with a hot gush which actually soaked his finger and trailed wet tendrils of glistening moisture to the crux of his fingers.

Finn sighed and moved uncomfortably. Removing his fingers, he pushed his hips up and thrust his hand down his pants, adjusting his burgeoning prick which was now uncomfortably twisted.

Aoife grinned as she took a quick glance and watched her husband try to fix himself.

"Serves you right!" she said jeering. 

Dusk was beginning to fall. A muted light permeated the green fields, intensifying the verdant wilderness flashing by. That peculiar golden glow of a summer evening lent a muted ambiance to skies deepening to indigo, streaks of crimson and deep violet washing the waning sun.

A sign flashed by, capturing her attention..

"That's our exit!" she said.

"We're almost there! We'll finish THIS..." she said with a grin, grimacing as she pulled the tight bra back over her jiggling breasts, wiggling their heavy fullness into place, "LATER". Then, quickly, as traffic increased, she pulled the tee over the lace.

Lifting her ass, she went to pull her skirt down. Finn's hand stopped her for a moment. Fondling the shivering breasts, he left her skirt pulled up to her waist for a moment longer, then reaching between her legs, pushed his fingers up her wet, glistening cunt, leaving them there as she continued to drive. Aoife felt as if she were attached not just physically — his fingers actually in her cunt — but mentally. She felt breathless and almost panicked as she visualized pulling up and someone looking down and seeing her naked cunt with his fingers inserted in it. Then voluptuously, he pulled them out slowly, glistening with the sticky residue of her arousal. She caught his eye as he brought them to his face. He drank in the scent as if it were ambrosia, relishing the rich, musky smell of her essence, then keeping eye contact with her, he delicately put his tongue out and thoroughly licked each finger clean.

Aoife slowed the car and turned. Looking around, Finn laughed delightedly on seeing the Drive In sign. They waited in the line entering the park, the atmosphere in the car almost alive. She could smell not just herself but that private, funky scent which rose from him when his cock was stiff and the love juice dribbled and scented his pants.

They soon got to the kiosk and paying, she pulled onto the gravel lot. Aoife went to pull into a space towards the front, but looking around, Finn directed her to the back. A well-wooded copse of trees stood at the back of the park and at the far left there were spaces for many cars but none were parked there. He had her pull up so the woods backed them and in front a large space remained before the next line of cars. The park was sparsely populated, the day of the Drive In long past. In fact, this particular one she had heard about by chance and it was in its last days before a development took over.

The movie had already started but neither of them paid much attention. There was an unspoken realization between them that the movie was secondary, that what they were here for was not celluloid dreams on a big screen but a delicious, chance met opportunity to indulge themselves.

Aoife felt her throat tighten as she threw the car into park and fastened the speaker to the window. Out of the corner of her eye, she took in the sight of her husband's taut groin, his heavy prick tenting the front of his jeans .

All day she had been anticipating this night, being in this car alone with him. She had trimmed and scented her cunt at home, slathered her wonderful crème over her entire body, paying special attention to the inside of her thighs and her breasts. 

Looking at each other, they reached down and pulled the levers, pushing the seats back as far as it would go, then, reaching into the back, Aoife pulled out the cooler. From within its chilled depth, she pulled pate, crackers, cheese and shrimp. From behind the seat she pulled a thermos full of aromatic, strong espresso and two small china cups.

Prolonging the moment, allowing anticipation to build, they shared and fed each other and laughed and feasted. Aoife sipped her hot, dark coffee, enjoying the rush of caffeine and for once not worrying about being kept awake. Indeed, she had made is doubly strong to ensure that they were both alert and full of energy for this precious night.

Fin gathered up the remains of their feast and putting them back in the cooler, placed it in the back. Then looking at her, his eyes crystal in the ambient light, he reached over and clasped her breast through her shirt.

Aoife gasped and felt a hot sensuous flash of lust race from her cunt to her breasts. 

"Push it up so I can see your tits," he said quietly. 

Oblivious to the people who occasionally walked by, she did so, pulling up the shirt then reaching underneath and pushing her scanty bra over the quivering mounds of her breasts. Their heavy weight settled slightly, jiggling on her chest, the tips already red, engorged, and stiff.

"Now your skirt." 

Moving her ass, Aoife pulled the skirt up over the plump globes of her ass, bunching it at her waist and revealing the insubstantial scrap of material which made up her thong.

Finn pushed her back against the door of the car, pulling her legs apart so he could look at the thin gusset of the thong disappear between the lips of her cunt. Her right leg was awkwardly placed, so reaching, Finn took the long silken calf, rubbing hard fingers along its sweet swelling length and then pulled her leg up to dangle over the back of the seat.

"Spread wider, darling," he whispered, "I want to see your slit."

Flickering images on the screen illuminated and sent an ambient light into the dark car, moonlight tendrils lending a further cool glow. 

Aoife hesitated, then biting her lip, feeling an aching deep within her womb and a wantonness that made her swollen breasts heave, pulled her other knee up to her chest. Watching his face intently, she allowed her legs to fall open.

Finn almost forgot to breathe. She looked unbelievably erotic, those long gorgeous legs spread sluttily, the big heavy breasts jiggling with her ragged breathing, their long succulent tips engorged and crimson.

The gusset of the thong was barely a string, running between the swollen, neatly trimmed but thickly furred cunt. As she widened her thighs, her long slit gaped open, a red glistening gash, hot woman scent perfuming the air as her arousal increased. 

Aoife's eyes raked his beloved face, drinking in and responding to the raw lust which twisted his features.

"You like?" she asked huskily.

"Watch."

Taking her hands, Aoife reached between her spread thighs and lightly rubbed her swollen sex. Delicately, she pinched first one side, then the other and fastening her gaze on him, pulled apart her labia, exposing the now erect and quivering clit and the deep swollen folds of her vagina.

Breathing harshly, Finn leaned over. Gently, but firmly he took the insubstantial scrap of underwear and holding it in two hands, suddenly pulled, ripping its delicate lace asunder.




The Drive-in



Aoife gasped as he pulled the scrap of destroyed underwear from between her thighs, the thin gusset wet and dark with her arousal. Pulling it to him, he used both hands and brought it to his nose, and took a deep, cleansing breath, groaning as the rich, pongy scent of her cunt wafted into his senses. Putting out his tongue, he flicked it along the glistening gusset, tasting a mixture of arousal, a scent of urine and warm woman scents

Then throwing it to one side, he leaned down to study her slit up close.

Aoife had a lovely cunt. He had thought so 15 years ago and he thought so now. Slightly scarred from childbirth, nonetheless her labia were plump, thickly furred with soft tight lovely sherry coloured curls. Her clit, when quiescent, was a tiny shy little soldier, hidden under the sweet pale hood but now, aroused and glistening, it poked a bold swollen head from betwixt the tight vee where her cunt began. The swirls and whorls of soft, firm flesh drew the eye, tendrils of glistening arousal pooling in translucent pools in its delicious nooks and crannies. Finn's breath grew short as his gaze slowly swept down to the deep, swollen apex of her womanhood. Unable to resist, he stiffened his fingers and slowly, exquisitely, pushed their stiff length into the swollen folds.

Aoife groaned deep in her throat, breasts quivering, as her husband sunk his fingers deep within her essence. Finn felt her clinging flesh envelop his digits and marvelled anew that this delicious, swollen, clinging cunt had birthed his children, and been the recipient of so many hot molten libations from his spurting prick.

Yoga and a passionate commitment to daily kegels had kept Aoife as tight as a young girl. Now, eyes heavy lidded and glistening from beneath lowered lids, she gave a wicked hot smile and Finn gasped as her hot cunt squeezed his invading fingers.

Finn realized that his prick, heavy and aching was almost painfully constricted by his pants.

With an audible sucking sound, he pulled his fingers free. Leaning back, he caught his wife's hot gaze and narrowing his own intense green eyes, captured her sultry gaze with his own. Keeping her enthralled, he brought his glistening fingers to his nose, breathing deeply. Flecks of pale white dotted their glistening length and flicking out his tongue, he delicately lapped up the aroused essence of his girl.

Aoife sighed as another gush of arousal trickled from the swollen folds of her vagina.

Finn leaned back, pushing his tented, straining pants into proximity. Slowly, he reached down, Aoife's gaze following the questing hands and carefully unbuttoned, then pushing his swollen prick against his groin, unzipped. Finn's thighs tightened as he pushed his ass off the car seat, and carefully peeled the tight jeans down the strong thighs. Cotton boxers, normally loose strained on his hips, his prick pushing its heavy length up and out. A dark wet stain trailed across the front as precum leaked in a steady stream from the winking tip of his prick.

"You want to see my cock, lass?"

Aoife, mute, nodded vigorously.

"Tell me, then, sweet one, tell your Finn what you want."

"I want to see it – your prick..." Aoife's voice was hoarse.

"This, this is what you want, sweet lassie mine?"

In a quick motion, Finn stripped the boxers down his hips. Freed, his heavy erection sprang up, throbbing and swollen, the hooded head glistening and a long translucent thread of pre cum trailing from the swollen tip to the furred flesh of his stomach.

"Oh GOD." 

Aoife couldn't help herself. Reaching between her spread legs, she touched her own swollen aching clit, running a trimmed nail along its length. Her hips jerked as sensation flooded her groin.

"Yes, that's it, my little bitch, Finn's little slut – touch yourself," he crooned, his own hand grasping and pulling at his own aching cock.

His eyes glittered with barely suppressed lust as he watched his wife rub herself, a finger dipping into the swollen folds of her vagina, then dancing up the long swollen slit to the beckoning clit. A flick then back down again. Her other hand, almost of its own volition, cupped one heavy, heaving breast, pinching and pulling the rubbery distended nipple.

"That's my girl, touch that pretty cunt, rub it." 

Grasping his own prick tightly at the base, Finn squeezed sharply. He could feel his arousal peaking and wanted to keep things going longer. His balls were tight and pulled up into his groin and he couldn't resist rubbing a calloused finger along their plump, hairy sac.

Then suddenly, Finn thrust himself up, kneeling on the seat in front of his spraddled darling. With a thunk, his head hit the roof.

Aoife snorted, trying to suppress her laughter. Then helplessly, as she watched her husband rub his sore head, laughed out loud. 

"Bitch." Finn said grinning.

His prick, obscenely swollen and bright crimson bobbed in front of Aoife's face, a translucent bubble of precum bubbling from the hooded tip. Aoife suddenly smelled it, sharp and male and her laughter strangled in her throat.

Aoife couldn't resist. Leaning forward she breathed the strong, aroused male scent, filling her lungs with its essence. Then, slowly, her eyes flicking up to watch his face, she extended a pink tongue until delicate as a butterfly, she began to lap at the glistening tip, her tongue cupping and pulling the viscous fluid into her eager mouth. 

Rounding her small lips, she brought her right hand around to cup her husband's firm buttocks; her left she used to grasp the heavy prick at its base. Taking a deep breath, closing her eyes, she stretched her lips as wide as they would go, pushing it down on the swollen head of her husband's cock. 

Smoothly, experienced and eager, Aoife's warm tongue laved the quivering, silken skin of his prick. Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled strongly from the back of her throat, sinking her mouth further down, breathing harshly through her flared nostrils as her mouth filled with hot, swollen prick.

Finn stifled a yell as he felt his prick pulled strongly, his wife's suctioning mouth causing an exquisite, almost painful intensity of tactile overload. His breath was harsh in the close confines of the car. Outside, the flickering screen waxed light, then dark, static crackled and spat as tinny dialogue from the scarred and battered speaker droned in the background.

Realty was now, this exquisite pulling ecstasy of his wife's warm, sucking mouth.

He felt his balls tighten, the roiling sperm gathering in their swollen flesh. Reluctantly, groaning, he pulled back.

Aoife made an inarticulate sound of distress, her mouth clinging. Fin reached and gently grasping her chin, shook it, laughing, forcing her to release her delicious mouthful of hot cock.

Leaning,, he captured her lips with his in a long, clinging kiss, his tongue laving the inside of the warm mouth, tasting himself on her breath.

Then falling back, he looked at her with glazed eyes.

"Keep that up, lass, and there won't be a thing left for you!" he said in a strangled voice.

"Well, now that would be a shame," she admitted.

"Was a time, though," she pointed out, mocking a sad face, "that I could get my mouthful and you would be good to go shortly after!"

Finn grinned back and leaning over tweaked the long, engorged nipple, making her squeak.

"Sure, and I'm an old man, now, lass!" he said mournfully, his green eyes laughing. "You'll be out looking for a young lad the minute me back's turned, if I'm not mistaken!"

Aoife's face softened. Leaning to him, she caressed his chin with her soft hand.

"Be a cold day in hell before I find another laddie I like half as much," she said fondly.

"Now, let's see how this fella is doing."

Aoife leaned on her arms, the lovely, heavy breasts swinging forward, jiggling enticingly, their long nipples almost brushing the swollen tip of Finn's prick. Finn's mouth twisted as he watched her, then reaching, he grasped is own prick and began to slowly pull at it.

Aoife could see the juice dribbling out of the small eye at the top. As Finn pushed the skin of his prick down over the hard muscle, the mushroom head, glistening and flushed would appear, then as he pushed the skin back up, the juice which was trembling at the tip would well out and over and dribble down the side of the hard white shaft.

She actually felt her cunt throb as she drank in the sight and her cunt hole literally seemed on fire, aching with a deep desperate need to feel that big cock right up her. 

Aoife's breath was harsh in the confines of the warm car. Musk, pungent and rich, wafted through the still air, filling their sense with atavistic desire and a primitive urge to couple that almost overwhelmed. 

"I want that up me ... now!" she said huskily.

"Please, darling, push your prick up me!"

Aoife's voice was harsh and panting, her desire palpable. Finn responded, his own desire throbbing and growing as his glistening gaze watched pure lust twist his beloved's face. Her breasts, swollen and pale, blue veins beneath their white surface, seemed to glow, pale and delicious in the encroaching darkness. Her nipples looked almost sore, engorged and a bright crimson, while the smell of her cunt's rich dampness permeated the air.

Finn sat back against the seat, pushing Aoife gently to give him some room. Bracing his legs, he adjusted his swollen balls comfortably, the hard white shaft of his prick engorged and swollen, trembling and throbbing between his thick thighs.

Turning slightly, he pulled Aoife to him, his lips meeting hers in a clinging, deep kiss that sent tendrils of desire twisting through her abdomen. One hand cupped and squeezed one of the jouncing breasts. Then moving his hands to the narrow hips he pulled her over him, so she straddled his lap, her swollen glistening cunt just inches above the yearning prick.

Now she felt the spongy tip of his cock pushing at her yearning cunt and moving restlessly, tried to rub her enflamed cunt on it. Holding her hips in an iron grip he would not allow her to impale herself on the delicious length of his cock, but kept her kneeling high enough so that he could rub his prick along the long slit. 

She was already soaking wet and his prick slipped easily along the length of her cunt from her ass to her cleft. Rhythmically he rubbed his cock up and down, paying special attention to the small, stiff nub of her enflamed clitoris.

Then just when she thought she would go mad, he took her hips firmly and in one smooth motion impaled her. 

Aoife groaned, feeling as if she was going to die as she felt his entire long hard cock push up into her womb. His girth strained her cunt hole to its maximum, pushing aside the enveloping folds of hot swollen flesh with ease, oiled as it was with her cunt juice. He pushed her down even further and she gasped, as he impossibly seemed to surge further than he had ever been before. 

She actually felt her vulva strike his hard groin and his pubic hair tickled her own swollen pube in an indescribable sensation of engorgement.

Without being aware of it, lust clouding her mind, she went to pull up, the better to feel that wonderful thrust again. His strong hands stopped her and he remained still, the whole length of his hard cock embedded in her, savouring the feeling of hot juicy cunt squeezing his entire prick.

She closed her eyes, sensation clouding her senses, feeling almost overwhelmed by the wonderful, aching fullness of her womb. She felt his hands shift, and then gentle as a butterfly's wing, one hand caressed her face. 

She opened her eyes, looking deeply into the green depths of his compelling gaze. 

"Fuck me with your cunt." he said. 

She went to shift her hips but his hands again came down hard on her hips. 

"No", you can't move." he said.

She widened her eyes, then suddenly understood what he wanted. 

She closed her eyes and concentrated. She visualized his big stiff cock and imagined how it looked right this moment. Its normally pale white shaft, flushed and engorged with blood had penetrated as far as it could enter. Its entire length was now embedded in her innermost being. She literally could feel her cunt pulsating around its hard length, her soft pliable folds gently sucking and caressing the stiff welcome invader, her juice lubricating and flowing and seeking egress. 

She visualized then the concentric rings of muscles which encircled her entire cunt hole, then biting her lip she began to bear down. He gasped. Her warm pulsating cunt seemed to be seizing and squeezing his prick, sucking at the spongy head and encircling the full girth of its length, as if somehow, a hand was inside her cunt, encircling it, squeezing and releasing and squeezing and releasing.

Amazingly, she felt his cock pulsate and grow yet again. She felt stuffed full of hard cock, her cunt hole strained to the utmost, it was like giving birth except with a painful, exquisite edge to the pain that caused the sensation in her groin to become almost unbearable. 

She opened her eyes and drank in the sight of his contorted face. His eyes were closed and an intent focus twisted his beautiful mouth in a grimace. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and his teeth were clenched tight.

Moaning, she couldn't stop her hips from swivelling. There was an atavistic need to grind her cunt onto the stiff prick embedded in its soft folds, to pull and push and thrust and coax the life giving juice from his prick. 

He pushed her hips down again, controlling her movements, commanding her obedience. She groaned in frustrated agony, then gave a cry of fierce joy as he suddenly pulled her up, off that delicious cock, then down, then up. 

Her breasts were jiggling and bobbing in front of his face, their stiff red nipples bouncing. Taking one hand off her waist, he suddenly reached up and cupped a hot swollen tit.

Grasping it almost cruelly, moulding and fondling the soft mound, he leaned forward and caught her yearning nipple in his mouth. He sucked fiercely at her nipple, suckling it like a baby, his lips clamped on the pink areole, the sensitive tip alternately flicked with his soft tongue and left to point down his throat. 

She surged forward, thrusting more of her breast into his mouth. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, revelling in the suckling of her tit and yearning for that indescribable sensation of letting down milk that she had experienced when suckling the children. It was as if her nipple was a tiny penis and she longed for it to spurt into his mouth as his cock would spurt into her cunt. The harder he sucked, the more she felt her cunt contract against the welcome invader which now thrust inexorably into it. It was as if there was a live nerve extending from the tip of her breast to her cunt. With each hard, demanding suckle she felt a gush of juice release from somewhere deep inside her womb, coating his cock with thick, sticky liquid, smoothing the friction and giving his stiff moist prick even greater entry into her cunt.

Her groin felt like it was going to explode, and without conscious volition, her hips began to pump madly down on the stiff cock of her lover. Up and down she thrust herself, desperate to bring to culmination the almost painful constriction of her cunt, the great aching need that seemed to grow with each hard thrust. Each time she rose, Aoife rocked slightly forward and back, allowing her clit to rub against the swollen prick.

Finn let go of her hips entirely and brought his hand up to the other bouncing, jiggling tit. First softly and then harder, he began to mould the soft, plump breast, his mouth never letting up its hard, erotic suckling of its partner. Gasping, she moaned, harder, harder and his fingers grasped harder, squeezing and cupping and pinching until pink finger marks left marks on the soft, sensitive skin of her breast and her nipple turned bright crimson, swollen and hard. 

Then she felt it start, like a wave it began deep in her belly, ripples which began at the tip of her womb and began to spread in concentric circles down the length of her vagina. She literally screamed as her orgasm crashed in on her, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to move, but pushing herself down on the hot cock, ensuring that every single available inch of prick was shoved as far up her as she could physically manage, feeling it thrusting almost painfully against her womb.

Around the overflowing bounty of the flesh of her breast, she felt him moan as he felt the contractions squeeze his prick. His own hips began to push harder into her in a fast, helpless rhythm and then, with the peak of her orgasm just starting, she felt him explode. 

It was like liquid gold flung against her womb. She could actually feel each individual spurt against her innermost recesses and his mouth on her breast suckled even harder. He took both hands and desperately grasped the soft breast, squeezing it tightly, moulding its firmness and pushed it together so he could suck in even more of the tit flesh. He sucked harder, moaning around its soft flesh, mimicking the jerking motion of his cock as it emptied its bounty into her cunt, his hips jerking and pounding against the enveloping cunt.

It seemed to go on forever, the two of them meshed in a lustful, joyful mingling of flesh and sensation, he in her, his prick jerking and spurting, she opening and expanding like a great flower, sucking in the very essence of his flesh and bursting into great wonderful blooms of pure pleasure. 

As the contractions in her womb began to subside she became aware that the cock thrusting so mightily into her had quietened. Collapsing against him she laid her head on his shoulders, relishing the sticky residue she could feel gluing them together between her straddled legs. She couldn't bear to let go yet, and wiggled her bottom down to ensure the softening prick remained up her cunt. 

His arms went about her, pulling her close, hugging her and the two of them rested. A staccato of noise startled both of them as they almost dozed off ..and jerking up, Aoife felt her husband's prick slip out. A long warm stream of cum streamed out, wetting Finn's thighs and soaking her red curls.

Grinning, she rubbed her soaking crotch against his now soft prick, pushing her still swollen slit against its soft, wet length.

Leaning, Finn captured his darling's lips with his own in a long, deep kiss that sealed yet again their delight and commitment to each other. His heart soared and met hers as he realized anew how lucky they were.

Lights flared, startling them and Aoife scrambled to one side, pulling herself together. Looking out they watched as some cars began to leave the park. On the large, bug splattered drive-in screen a dancing hot dog and box of French fries amused the remaining crowd, many of whom took the reprieve between films to grab food or relieve themselves.

Looking over, Finn grinned.

"Lovely film! I don't think I've ever enjoyed one so much!"

"Damn right!" Aoife said laughing. "Just give me a few minutes and I'll get us coffee and a bit of something sweet to strengthen us."

Winking, she pulled her skirt down, adjusted her tee shirt and leaning over and pecking his lips, opened the car door.

Pausing, Aoife turned back for a moment. With a mischievous grin, she said to her husband:

"By the way, sweetheart, tonight is a 'Dusk til Dawn' production!" 



The Drive-In



Pam reached out to open the front door of the dorm building, but it opened and two guys came out. One of them held it open for her, and whistled as she went in. She smiled back at him. She was wearing a thin, tight tank-top and cutoff jean shorts that hugged her ass. She ran up the stairs and knocked on the door to Ethan's room.

He opened it.

"Come in. We were thinking about going to a drive in," he said, and pointed to Charlie, who was sitting by the tv.

"That would be cool," Pam said.

"Maybe you two should just go alone," Charlie said.

He was looking away, like he was trying not to stare at her body.

"You should go with us," Pam said.

"I don't think so," he muttered, and turned to the tv.

"I insist," she said, with her hands on her hips.

Ethan was standing beside her. He put his arm around her waist and his hand drifted down her hip to her ass.

"Ok," Charlie said finally, with an expression that said he was giving in.

They went down to the street and climbed into Ethan's GTO. Pam sat in the middle between the two guys, feeling mischievous.

Ethan drove to the drive-in, which was practically deserted. Not more than a dozen cars sparsely dotted the parking lot. The double features were a pair of cheap, X-rated movies. Pam looked around at some of the other nearby cars watching it with them, and she saw that most of them were couples, and the couples were sitting close.

Charlie was hanging onto the door, like he was trying to pretend he was alone. Pam could tell he was getting pretty hot sitting beside her. She knew how sexy she looked, and he must have been dying to jump her. The porno movie was making her hot, too, and she needed to do something about it.

She reached out for Ethan's lap. He flinched when she touched his leg, and looked down at her hand. Her fingers were creeping over his thigh. He took her hand with his hand and placed it on the warm area between his thighs, right on the stiff bulge growing under his rough jeans. She rubbed it and looked up at him, smiling. He was sitting back with his arm behind her on the back of the seat.

Pam glanced to her right at Charlie. He was watching them out of the corner of his eye. She fumbled with Ethan's belt and zipper. Her fingers closed around his thick, hard flesh, and Charlie was still watching. She turned away to look at Ethan's cock. It was long, thick, and hard as a rock. Ethan pushed on the back of her neck and eased her face down to his lap. She took his cock into her mouth. This was going to be a night she would remember for a long time.

Other than the soft noise of the movie from the speaker, the cramped cab of the pickup was extremely quiet. Pam was leaned over Ethan's lap in an awkward position, her mouth around the end of his cock, and the only sound was her wet mouth and the smack of her lips on his cock. On the speaker was a woman's moaning, like she was cumming.

"I'm gonna cum," Ethan whispered.

Pam kept sucking. His cock throbbed between her lips and his cum gushed on her tongue. Her mouth filled with his precious seed. She swallowed it and sucked her mouth off noisily.

Pam sat up and turned to kiss Charlie. He was startled and tried to back away, but her tongue went deep into his mouth. She had him pinned to the door and pressed her warm body against his. He pussy was moist. The smell of Ethan's cum was strong in the car, and she was sure Charlie could taste it on her tongue, even if he didn't know what it was. She was also sure they could both smell her pussy.

Finally, she broke away from Charlie and searched his face for a reaction. He looked cautiously at Ethan, and smiled at Pam.

"I knew you'd like it," she said. She reached down to his lap and began to unbuckle his jeans. "Whoever has the biggest cock will get my special favors."

"Wait a minute," Charlie said nervously, trying to make her stop.

"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll measure up," Pam said, and unzipped his jeans.

"You're just gonna make Charlie jealous," Ethan said.

Pam pulled out Charlie's long, hard cock.

"Let's see who's jealous now," she said, stroking it.

Ethan's was thicker and meatier, especially fully erect, but Charlie had a fine, long, lean cock. The car got quiet again. Pam, sitting in the middle, had a tight hand around each of their cocks and was slowly pumping each one. Ethan's hand slipped over her thigh and his fingers pushed up the leg of her shorts and he started to finger her pussy. Pam spread her legs.

From the speaker came some quiet dialogue from the porno movie, but none of them was paying attention. The dialogue ended and was replaced with a funky music and a woman's moans and grunts. The music was perfect for their situation, and the woman's moans made Pam hornier. Her brother's fingers in her pussy were driving her out of her mind.

Pam let go of their cocks, pulled Ethan's hand out of her shorts, unsnapped her shorts and pushed them down.

"What are you doing?" Charlie said.

"I'm gonna get fucked," Pam said.

She tugged down Charlie's pants and climbed over his lap, facing away, with her hands on the dashboard. He put his hands on her hips. Pam reached down between her legs and guided his cock to her cunt. She found the opening of her pussy with the head of his cock, slipped it in, and lowered herself on him. Charlie groaned. Her warm, dripping wet cunt swallowed his pole. She let her weight settle on his lap, and sighed. She looked over at Ethan, and he was smiling, rubbing his cock in his right hand.

Pam began to bounce on Charlie's lap. His hands were still on her hips, like he was unsure what to do with them. She lifted her tank-top up, pulled Charlie's hands up in each of her hands, and put them right on her tits.

"Squeeze them," she whispered.

He began to knead her tits like a kid who had just discovered silly-putty.

Pam was crouched over to keep her head from hitting the roof, and was holding the dashboard just in front of her while she bounced her ass on Charlie's lap and made his cock go in and out of her cunt. Her breathing was heavy, and she was steaming up the windows, but none of them seemed to mind that they couldn't see the movie anymore.

"I'm gonna cum," Charlie grunted.

"Good. Let it ... let it go," Pam said.

Charlie squeezed her tight around her waist. He groaned. Pam's head came up. His cock throbbed inside her, and his cum splashed deep in her belly.

"Oh yes," Pam moaned. She turned to Ethan. "Let's skip the rest of this movie and go back to your place. I got some ideas for us tonight."

Ethan quickly yanked up his pants, fired up the GTO, and nearly tore off the speaker in a hurry to get back to the dorm before Pam cooled down. When they got there, he hustled her upstairs and dragged Charlie behind him.

Just inside the door, Ethan peeled his clothes off and tried to rip off Pam's clothes. They went right to his bedroom and piled on his bed.

Pam knelt over Charlie's prone body, pulled down his pants, and sucked his cock in her mouth while her shorts come off in Ethan's hands. Before she could enjoy the cool air on her pussy, the head of Ethan's cock slipped into her wet cunt. She moaned and kept her mouth tight around Charlie's shaft as Ethan began to rock her back and forth. His cock was deep inside her cunt and Charlie's cock slipped all the way to the back of her mouth.

Ethan was holding her ass and grunting as he fucked her. Pam was moaning also, but Charlie's cock muffled her moans. She stroked the light hair on Charlie's soft belly. He did not have a hard, muscular body like Ethan's, but Pam liked him just as well.


"I gotta to get up," Charlie said suddenly.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, jumped off the bed and left the room. Pam was puzzled, but Ethan continued to pump his huge cock into her cunt, and it was hard to focus. He had both hands on her ass, holding her down and moving her back and forth. She loved the feel of his prick sliding inside her. A few moments later, he was cumming and pumped himself dry.

"Oh yes," Pam moaned, enjoying the warm, squishing sensation inside her.

She sprawled on her belly on the warm spot on the bed that Charlie had left behind, and Ethan laid down beside her on his back.

"What are you thinking about?" she said.

She reached down and picked up his semi-hard, sticky-wet penis.

"Oh, nothing," he said, staring at the ceiling.

He had his arms bent behind his head and his legs spread a little for her.

"Are you upset about anything?"

"No way. Are you kidding? I just got laid. How can I be upset?"

"I thought you might be upset that I wanted to make it with you and Charlie."

His penis was growing harder in her hand.

"He needed to get laid."

"I think he's upset about something," Pam said.

She swung her leg over her brother and quickly lowered herself on his huge cock. She was still wet with his cum and her juices and she easily slid all the way down on it. The corners of her mouth curled up and she closed her eyes.

"Oh yeah," she moaned.

Ethan reached up and squeezed her tits.

She put her hands on his chest and let her hips rise and fall, gradually picking up speed. His cock was swelled inside her. He put his hands on her ass and moved her hips up and down. She leaned over and kissed him deep with her tongue, letting the tips of her hard nipples graze his chest. He held her hips and she rocked up and down on his cock. Their mouths were locked together when she started to orgasm. She reached a short peak and it passed and she felt his cum squirt into her.

He was straining and grunting, trying to get every last drop inside her. Pam sat up again, pressing herself down on his cock. He breathed a deep sigh and opened his eyes. She was leaning over him, supporting herself with her arms, smiling. He smiled back. Her long, blonde hair draped from her head, obscuring her face and dangling over Ethan's face. He collected her hair and brushed it out of her face.

Pam laid on top of him and kissed him. His hands came up from her ass over her back. She was covered with a light coating of perspiration and breathing hard. She rolled off him and he got up, picked up his pants, and went to the bathroom. Pam lay on the bed for a moment, feeling the all the fresh, warm cum inside her, and got up to go to the kitchen.

She walked into the kitchen naked and found Charlie searching in the bottom of the cupboards. He was dressed, but had no shoes on. He looked up and did a double take when he saw she had no clothes on.

"What are you doing?" Pam said.

"I'm gonna make some popcorn."

He tried not to look at her, and she could immediately tell that he was uncomfortable. He found the jar of popcorn and poured some in the pot he had put on the stove.

"Don't you want to join us? I wanted you to cum in my mouth," Pam said.

She leaned against the counter beside him. She looked down at her tits, absently noticing that they seemed a little larger than usual, and her nipples were hard points in the cool air.

Charlie coughed, and glanced at her breasts.

"I don't feel right fucking you in front of Ethan, you know? I mean, you're his sister."

"I never would have suggested this if I knew he wouldn't like it."

"Yeah, but I still don't feel right about it."

"You were all right to fuck me when he wasn't here."

"Yeah, but that's different."

Pam laughed. "Yeah, that's a lot different."

Charlie was trying to hold back a smile. She lifted his t-shirt and began to unbuckle his belt. He stepped back, but didn't try to stop her. She unzipped his jeans, reached in, and smiled.

"I knew you'd feel better," she said.

She dropped his jeans to the floor and his erection stood straight out.

"Come on. Let's do it," she said.

She leaned back against the counter and spread her legs.

Charlie stepped toward her and put his hands on her waist. Pam's mouth was watering as she watching his penis nearing her pussy, and she licked her lips. She put her hands on his shoulders. His cock poked through the light hairs on her mound and found the opening of her pussy. She groaned when it started to slide in.

Ethan came out of the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. The bed was still a mess, with a big wet spot in the middle, but Pam wasn't in it. He picked up his t-shirt, put it on, and went out to the kitchen to see if he could fix some dinner. When he got there, Pam and Charlie were locked together in a tight embrace. Pam was naked, leaning against the counter with her legs spread, and Charlie's jeans were down around his ankles. They were fucking. Pam looked at him and smiled.

"You never get enough, do you?" Ethan said.

Charlie looked at him in surprise and slowed suddenly, but Pam didn't let him stop fucking her. "Not tonight," she said.

Ethan leaned against the other counter and watched. Charlie put his hands on her ass and Pam put her arms around his neck. Her feet were on the ground, on the balls of her feet, and Charlie's legs were between her spread thighs. Pam's body shook as he pumped in and out of her.

"I hope you guys can keep this up all night," she said.



The Drive-In



Sarah's car was already in the driveway when I got home. I picked up my purse, stepped out into the warm late summer air, and took a deep breath. The smell of green filled the air, and I smiled. I took the steps to the porch two at a time, enjoying the feeling of my long, silk skirt sliding over my stockings.

"Hey, baby," I called, breezing through the front door. As I dropped my keys and purse on the escritoire in the foyer, she came out of the kitchen, smiling. I watched her walk toward me. Her hair was twisted up in a chignon, and she was still wearing her work clothes: wool slacks, with a sheer linen blouse over a camisole of the same color. She wrapped her arms around me, and I around her, laying my head against her shoulder and breathing deeply the scent of her... the lavender soap she used, the traces of perfume applied hours ago, the scent of a woman who has worked all day on her feet.

"How are you?" she asked.

I smiled, not looking up, just enjoying the sensation of holding her. "Better now," I answered, as I often did. She kissed the top of my head, and then I did look up, relaxing my hold on her. I looked into her eyes, marveling at their pale blue color. I liked to think of them as being the color of ice long-frozen. I raised my hand, and ran my fingertips over her cheekbone, delighting in the contrast between my golden skin and her pale complexion. I reached up and undid her bun, letting her wavy hair tumble free. The fifty shades of blonde delighted me, and I ran my fingers through the long, silky length. "Do you have to work tomorrow?" 

She shook her head. "Not this week," she answered. She slid her hands down from my waist to my butt and squeezed, pulling me more tightly against her. I answered by cupping her left breast in my hand, and squeezing gently.

"We should go out," I suggested, "Before we get so involved in what we're doing that the time gets away from us."

"I don't want to get dressed up," she protested. She started gathering my skirt in her hand, bringing the hem up.

"So get dressed down," I suggested. "We'll go someplace low-brow. I'll dress slutty for you."

Her eyes lit up, and she smiled. "Okay," she said. "You go get dressed, I'll go take a shower."

I kissed her. "What if I want to shower with you?" I asked.

"I thought you wanted to go out," she said, and returned the kiss.

"Fair point," I said, and laughed. "All right, deal."

In the bedroom I stripped efficiently, dropping my clothes in the hamper. When I was naked I paused, looking at myself in the full-length mirror. Sometimes, I felt self-conscious about being with her. I was a decade older, and I was starting to see strands of silver in my once uniformly raven-black hair. My heavy breasts, once high and firm, were starting to ride lower on my chest. And where she wore a size four dress, despite being the taller of us, I wore a fourteen.

"She loves you," I reminded my reflection, and then I smiled, thinking of the wonder of that simple fact. I turned to my wardrobe, thinking. "Slutty outfit," I reminded myself. I pulled out my purple micromesh t-shirt, slid it over my head without a bra. I turned to consider myself in the mirror. I liked the effect, but it wasn't quite complete... I went to the vanity, opened my makeup box, and pulled out the rouge. I rubbed a little into each areola and nipple, and considered the effect. It made my nipples more prominent under the mesh, and I smiled. I hesitated a moment. At some point tonight, she'd have me on my back. I applied a touch of rouge to my nether lips, enhancing the invitation they offered her. 

I pulled my overall shorts out of the wardrobe, and stepped into them. I was just fastening the straps as she came in from the shower, wrapped in a towel. "Very nice," she said, looking me over. "And suitably slutty." I blushed slightly, and she grinned, pointing at the bed. "Sit," she suggested, "Unless you've changed your mind about going out?" 

She let the towel fall, and I thought seriously about giving up on leaving the house. But I bit my lip, and sat on the edge of the bed. There is something special about watching your lover dress, I thought, not for the first time. She went to her wardrobe, and pulled out the lingerie I'd bought her for my birthday, the blue lacy boyshort panties and demi-cup bra. She stepped into the panties, watching me in the mirror. 

I squirmed a little. My first sexual feelings as an adolescent had been awakened by the lingerie models in the Sears catalog, and she knew this; knew about my fondness for lingerie, knew about my fondness for seeing her in lingerie. She fastened the bra, lifted her breasts individually, settling them in the bra's cups, I felt heat between my thighs. Her breasts were not as large as mine, but they were beautifully shaped, and her nipples were huge... and sensitive, as I knew well.

She pulled a plain white tee out of her wardrobe, and slipped it on. She'd had it since she was an adolescent, and it was slightly tight, and slightly ratty. The thin fabric let the blue lacy bra show through. She posed in front of the mirror, hands on hips, and then turned slowly to face me. "Are you sure you want to go out?"

"Yes," I squeaked, then cleared my throat. "Yes," I said again. 

"Losing my touch," she pretended to lament, and shook her head. She pulled my favorite of her skirts out of her wardrobe, a leather box-pleated mini that fell barely halfway between her crotch and knees. She pulled it over her head, settled it, zipped the zipper. I started to get up, and she glanced at me. "Not done, yet," she said, and I settled again. She bent over, exaggerating the motion, let me see a flash of her panties under the skirt as she rummaged in her sock drawer. She pulled out her white, over-the-knee socks, and made a show of putting them on, slowly rolling them up over her calves, over her knees. 

"Okay," I said, "I give up. Let's stay in."

She shook her head, and smiled mischievously. "Oh, no," she said, "You wanted to go out."

I laughed, and shook my head. "You're evil."

She sauntered over to the bed, and leaned over to kiss me. "Just the way you like it," she said, resting her forehead against mine.

I reached up, caressed her breast. "Yes," I agreed. "Just the way I love it."

She straightened, took my hand in hers. "So where are we going?" 

"It's a secret," I answered, turning her hand over and kissing the palm before standing. "Put your shoes on, and meet me out front." She raised an eyebrow, but nodded. I put on my sandals, and went out to pull the truck out of the barn.

The truck is a 1960 International Harvester flatbed I restored. At the time, I'd justified it by saying we'd use it around the farm, but the truth is, we hardly did any work on the farm, and didn't need a truck for what we did. We had a rule about not interfering with the driver, no matter how horny we felt, and it was a good rule that we both obeyed... always. So we rode out State Road 60 sitting on opposite ends of the bench seat.

When I pulled in at the Sunset Drive-In, the previews had already started. I paid for the movie I least wanted to watch, and shut my headlights off before pulling the truck into a spot. As I tuned the radio to the station the theater used, she said, "I want popcorn. And a soda."

I laughed. "You want me to walk to the concession stand dressed like this?"

She turned to look at me, considering. "Yes," she said. "And I want to come with you."

I laughed and shook my head, but got out of the truck. She came around the back, and took my hand. We walked to the brick building which held the projectors and concession stand, and walked through the open door. There were a handful of patrons, and two teenagers working behind the counter. It took a moment for people to notice us, but when they did, they didn't look away.

"Can I help you?" asked one of the boys behind the counter. His voice broke a little.

"We'd like a large popcorn," she answered, as if there was nothing wrong with us jumping to the front of the line. I admired her sangfroid. "And a Coke," she went on, and then glanced at me, "and a Doctor Pepper, no ice."

"Yes, ma'am," he answered, and she made a tiny moue of distaste. She hated being called ma'am, thought it made her seem older than she was. I squeezed her hand, and she glanced at me, smiled. "Nice tits," she said, quietly enough that only I heard.

"Cute ass," I answered, squeezing her hand again. "The cutest ass in the world."

"You better remember it," she said, and then the boy had brought our concessions, and I let go of her hand to dig my wallet out of my shorts. When I'd paid, we walked back to the truck, the eyes of the other patrons following us out.

We settled in the cab, sitting together in the center of the bench seat. The popcorn rested on her lap, and I leaned against her, slowly eating popcorn as we watched the first fifteen minutes of the movie.

"Are you watching this?" she asked, eventually.

"Not really," I admitted.

"You wanna make out?" 

"Oh, god, I was starting to think you wouldn't ask!" I set the popcorn on the dashboard, and turned to her, raising my lips to hers. She brushed across them with hers, then met them more firmly. I parted my lips in invitation, and her tongue brushed them, lightly, exploring.

Her hand slid up my side, found the buttons for the overall straps, released the clasps. She lifted her lips from mine, and looked into my amber eyes. "I am going to fuck your brains out," she announced.

"You better!" I answered, sliding my hand up the outside of her thigh, under her skirt. Then her mouth was on mine again, and she was pushing me back, laying me down on the bench seat, covering me with her body. She slid her hand up, under my shirt, flicked my nipple several times. 

I made a soft sound of pleasure, and slid my hands up, under her skirt. I squeezed her ass, kneading it with my strong fingers through the blue lace, before sliding my hand into the leg and caressing her bare skin. 

She caught my nipple between her thumb and index finger, and squeezed hard, and I gasped. "I know," she said, "that you're thinking about putting your tongue where your hand is." I nodded, grinning, and she shook her head, a mock-stern expression on her face. "I am fucking you," she instructed, and squeezed harder. "Got that?"

"Yes, miss," I said, meekly.

"Good girl," she said, and pulled my shirt up, sucking my pinched nipple into her mouth. She held it with her teeth as her hand found my other nipple. Her tongue battered at the sensitive organ, and I squirmed, grinding against her, pulling her against me, needing her. She pinched my other nipple, then moved her mouth to it, pinching the one she'd been licking.

"Sarah," I begged her, and she laughed in her chest. She raised her head from my breasts, and kissed me hard, bruisingly hard. Her hands slid down, taking the sides of my overalls, and I lifted us both as she pulled them down over my ass. She dropped her mouth to my throat and bit, not quite hard enough to break the skin.

I cried out in mingled pain and pleasure, and she squirmed down my body, biting and then kissing the place she had bitten, visiting my collarbone, working her way around the curve of my breasts twice, down my ribs to my stomach, across my mons.

Kneeling on the floor of the truck, she paused then, and pulled my hips around to more squarely face her. In the flickering light of the movie outside, she looked at my sex. "How red you are," she murmured, her fingertips tracing the desire-swollen outer lips. "And how wet!"

"All the better to fuck you with," I said, laughing. My hips were moving of their own volition, rubbing my sex against her hand. She laughed with me, and lowered her face between my thighs.

She caught my clit in her lips, lashed it with her tongue, as her finger slipped inside me. She curled it, and stroked the inside of my flower, added a second, then a third, stretching me pleasurably as her tongue stroked my clit in synchrony with the motion of her fingers. Heat built inside me, and I could feel the hardness of my nipples, the warmth of the air in the cab, and then... the pleasure climbed my spine and burst in my mind. My thighs locked around her head, and I pulled her mouth harder against me as my moment came, and stretched, and crested.

She crept back up onto the seat, and lay on top of me, kissing me. "I love you," she whispered, and I grinned. 

"I know," I answered. "Oh, baby, I know it."



The Drive In Movie



It was a stupid thing for me to do and I knew better, but I let it happen anyway. The problem is that I loved it and I want to do it again, but I don't dare. The consequences of getting caught would destroy my marriage, ruin my family and stamp a brand on my forehead for all to see.

I am a forty-three year old wife and mother. My husband Joel and I have three great children; eighteen year old Mike, sixteen year old Cassandra and fourteen year old Donna. My husband is an electrical engineer and he makes very good money and that allows me to be a stay at home mom. Being a stay at home mom can be a very stressful thing what with trying to keep up with three teenagers, a husband and a four bedroom house.

About ten years into our marriage I almost had a nervous breakdown. Joel was in a race for a promotion at work and was putting in long, hard hours on the job leaving me at home having to cope with three growing kids and it almost overwhelmed me. It peaked one night when Joel came home and made some pissy comment about something I don't even remember now. I ran crying from the room, locked myself in the bathroom and refused to come out for hours.

The outcome from that outburst was that regardless of how heavy his work schedule Joel would be home by five every Wednesday allowing me to get out of the house and away from the pressures for an evening. As the kids got older I passed some of the household duties off to them; things like making them responsible for their own rooms, taking turns doing the dishes and helping to prepare meals. The pressures went way down, but I still kept my night out.

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My best friend is my next door neighbor Caroline. Caroline and her husband have one child; eighteen-year-old Jeff, and he and my son Mike have been inseparable best friends for the fourteen years they have lived next door to each other. Caroline's husband Mark has a nine to five job and he is usually around to help out. With only one teenager to cope with she has never even come close to the total collapse that I almost experienced, but when I started on my night out program Caroline decided that she needed to appoint herself my "guardian" on those nights and she started to go out with me.

My husband wasn't all that keen on the idea because he thought Caroline was just a little too wild. He said he had heard rumors that she ran around on Joel and he was afraid she would be a bad influence on me. We got into a big argument over that when I got my back up at what I considered his lack of trust in me.

"So, just because you think she does that means I will too if we are together? You think she has something that is contagious, that will cause me to spread my legs for anyone I meet when I'm out with her? You have that much faith in me?"

He grumbled, but he backed away from the subject.

He was right about Caroline; she did run around on Mark and every morning over coffee I got the latest update on her love life. And she did try and get me to go out and play with her, but I loved Joel and had no interest in other men.

On our nights out we usually went for a bite to eat and then caught a movie or went to a play put on by the Community Theatre Group. Maybe once every four or five weeks or so we might go to a lounge for drinks and end up having men buy us drinks and dance with us. I did get hit on and occasionally felt up, but I never let it go anywhere. On those nights Caroline would sometimes disappear for a half hour or so and on the ride home I would be treated to a blow by blow description of what her latest lover had been like on the back seat.

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The night it happened started at two in the afternoon. It was a gorgeous summer day and I was lying on the patio in a bikini working on a tan when Caroline came over with a pitcher of margaritas. We lounged in the sun and then drank until around four and then went into the kitchen and made another pitcher of margaritas and then sat at the kitchen table and talked. Mostly I listened as Caroline told me about the two guys she had gone to a motel with and described in detail what they had done. Her stories always made me horny and usually Joel got the benefit of that horniness, but it was a Wednesday and he wouldn't be up when I got home that night.

Around four-thirty I changed the subject of the conversation to what we were going to do that night. Caroline didn't know what she wanted to do so she asked me and I said:

"I want to go to a drive-in movie."

I have no idea where that came from. I hadn't been to a drive-in movie in over ten years and I couldn't even remember the last time I'd thought about going to one, but that's what popped out of my mouth.

"Why not, it might be fun." Caroline said and she went home to change.

We were getting ready to leave when Mike and Jeff came in and saw us getting ready.

"Where are you two off to tonight?"

"To the drive in movies" I said.

"I've never been to a drive in movie, what's it like?" Jeff asked.

Mike laughed and said, "For guys like us it's a passion pit dude."

I looked at Jeff. "Really? You have never been to a drive in?"

"No, not ever."

"Well go jump in the car young man and we will treat you to your first time."

"Cool" Mike said as he and Jeff headed for the car.

Jeff and Caroline got in the back and Mike joined me up front. As we drove to the drive in we talked about what the boys were doing with their summer vacation and what they thought they would be doing when they headed off to college in the fall. About a half-mile from the drive in Mike said:

"Mom, can I ask you to do me a favor?"

"Of course sweetie. What do you want?"

"Could we stop so I can trade places with Jeff? I don't mean to be insulting to you, but it would sure make me seem like a lame-o to be seen sitting in a car at the drive in with my mother."

I laughed and pulled over to the side of the road. "I am insulted. Usually I have to fight men off with a stick and here you are trying to put distance between us."

"Come on mom, I didn't mean it that way."

"I know sweetie. Believe it or not I was young once and I know what you mean."

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We got to the drive in, parked and then headed for the refreshment stand where we stocked up on popcorn, Cokes and some candy. We settled in to watch the movie and maybe twenty minutes had gone by when I noticed that Jeff was not paying all that much attention to the movie. He kept turning and looking into the back seat. I turned and looked to see what the attraction was and almost choked on my popcorn.

Caroline had her arms around Mike and was busy swapping tongues with him. Mike had his hand inside Caroline's blouse and he was fondling her breasts and Caroline's hand was tugging at his zipper. I was just a little shocked and stunned to see my son and my best friend getting sexual with each other. I sat there in rapt fascination and watched as Caroline worked Mike's cock out of his pants and started stroking it.

I was so caught up in watching what was going on in back that I didn't notice when Jeff reached over and touched my boobs or when he ran his hand up underneath my sweater. It was his fumbling with the snaps of my bra that brought me out of the trance I seemed to be in. There is no legitimate excuse for what happened next. I was a married woman - an adult - and I should have know better, but when I turned to tell Jeff to stop what he was doing something inside me clicked on. 

I don't know if it was the afternoons margaritas combined with the horniness that Caroline's story of her threesome had started in me or whether it was the hunger in Jeff's eyes combined with the sounds coming from the back seat or a combination of all of it. All I know is that instead of pushing Jeff away I took his head in both hands and pulled him to me and kissed him. Jeff thrust his tongue in my mouth and I moved mine over his and then Jeff and I did some serious necking for about five minutes. I was vaguely aware of sounds from the back seat and I heard Caroline whisper something and then moan.

I broke the kiss and glanced in the back seat and saw Mike between Caroline's legs and pushing his cock into her. She moaned again and while I was watching my son's ass rise and fall as he fucked Caroline Jeff had unzipped his trousers and had taken out his cock and put my hand on it. I absent mindedly stroked it while watching Caroline give herself to my baby boy.

I allowed Jeff to pull me around until I was on his lap, legs straddling him as I watched the action in the back. He pushed up my sweater, unhooked my bra and when his mouth latched onto my left breast I again came out of whatever trance like state I was in and decided it was time to shut things off before I really did something stupid. 

I hadn't been paying a whole lot of attention to what Jeff had been doing with his hands while I watched Caroline and my boy, but I found out real quick. He had worked the gusset of my panties to the side and just as I went to move myself away from him he hunched up at me and his cock pushed past the lips of my pussy.

Have I mentioned that I had been horny since four o'clock that afternoon? When Jeff's cock lanced into me I instinctively raised up to get off of it, but Jeff had his hands on my waist and he pulled me back down which sent his cock full into me. In the process of driving up into me he hit my 'G' spot and after that all thoughts of not letting something stupid happen were gone as I started working myself up and down on Jeff's hard cock. Within no time I was slamming myself down on Jeff in a frantic attempt to reach a climax.

I was looking over Jeff's shoulder into the back when Mike turned to look at me and as Caroline cried out, "Oh god, oh yes, fuck me baby, fuck me hard" the utter depravity of it hit me. I was fucking my son's best friend while he watched and he was fucking my best fried as I watched. Two middle aged married women in a car at a drive in movie being fucked silly by a couple of teenaged boys. It was wicked, it was depraved, it was sexually exciting and then Mike smiled at me and I lost it. I had the biggest orgasm of my life.

As the orgasm tapered off I realized that Jeff was still pushing into me trying to reach his own climax. My car has a split bench seat and the passenger side reclines so I quickly raised up off Jeff, reached for the recline mechanism and laid the seat down as far as it would go. I laid down on the seat and pulled Jeff on top of me and as he drove his cock back into me I moaned out: 

"Oh yeah baby, push it in. Cum for me baby, cum for me."

My hands gripped his ass and my nails bit into him as I tried to pull him deep inside and I heard Mike say:

"That's it mom, fuck his eyes out."

"I'm trying baby, I'm trying. Are you watching me baby? Are you watching your mom be a slut for Jeff? You like seeing your mommy fucked?"

I didn't even realize I was talking like that at the time; I was totally lost in lust at that moment, but Mike kept talking and I kept answering him.

"Yeah mom, I like it. Fuck him mom, fuck him. Be good pussy for Jeff mom, fuck his eyes out."

"Watch me baby, watch me make him cum. Your mommy is Jeff's slut baby; you like having a slut for a mommy? You going to get all your friends to fuck me? Going to bring them to the house and let them fuck me while you watch? Watch Jeff fuck me baby, watch him cum in me."

I have no idea in the world where all that was coming from. I didn't think like that, I didn't talk like that, but it just spewed out of my mouth. Jeff, inflamed by the talk, was slamming his cock into me and I was moaning: 

"Give it to me baby, give it to me."

Caroline was crying, "Fuck me honey, fuck me hard, make me cum baby, make me cum."

The car was filled with moans and groans, grunts and cries as the four of us kept fucking away. I heard Caroline scream out as she came and Mike groan, "Oh yeah, oh yeah" as he came in Caroline's pussy. I heard her moan, "More Mikey, I want more" and I saw them disentangle and Caroline turn and go down on him. "Hurry baby, get it up, get it up for me."

Jeff was still hitting me hard and I couldn't believe that he hadn't cum yet.

"Cum on baby, give it to me" I crooned in his ear, "Cum for me baby, make me cum and cum for me. Harder baby, fuck me harder, make me cum, cum baby, cum."

Jeff was pounding me hard and fast. He moaned, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum" and all of a sudden I switched gears. His hard pounding was bringing on another orgasm in me and I switched from begging him to cum to pleading with him not too.

"Not yet, not yet baby, I'm almost there, stay with me baby, get me over."

Even as I was saying the words I felt my pussy flood with the warmth of his discharge and I cried, "No, please wait, I'm almost there, don't leave me, don't leave me."

I heard Caroline say something as I franticly worked on myself with my fingers. I was vaguely aware of car doors opening and closing and then my hand was pushed aside and a hard cock entered me and started pounding into me.

"Oh thank you, thank you baby," I cried and I grabbed his ass with my hands and locked my legs around him. Just an instant before my orgasm hit the words I'd heard Caroline say registered on me.

"Help her out honey, help your mom out."

My eyes shot open and I saw the face of my son looking down at me and before I could scream out, "Oh no, you can't, you can't" my orgasm took hold and racked my body and I screamed out in pleasure. Mike, with his fresh hard on jack hammered himself into my pussy and as my orgasm started to taper off I heard him say:

"Fuck me mom, fuck me good. Fuck me as good as you did Jeffie."

I was crying, "No, you can't, we can't, this is wrong" but my legs were wrapped around him and my nails were digging in his ass as I pulled him to me and he couldn't have gotten up if he had tried. I was moaning, "No, you can't" and screaming "Fuck me, fuck me" and Caroline was laughing as she said:

"You slut you. First time being bad and you are doing it up right. As big a slut as I am I can't top this. You go girl. Fuck him, fuck him blind."

Mike's hard pounding had me ready to explode again and I screamed as I came and Caroline laughed and said:

"We need to get her out of here before she has everybody down here looking in the windows. Put your cock in her mouth Jeffie, see if that will cut down the noise a little."

Because of the reclining seat Jeff was able to lean over me and put his cock in my mouth and I saw him and Mike 'high five.' Caroline got out of the back and got behind the wheel. As she started the car Jeff asked where we were going.

"Going to take her to a motel. Give you boys a little more room to do her up right."

"Do her up right?"

"Yeah honey. This is her first time cheating on Joel and she may never do it again so I'm going to make sure she gets the full experience."

"What's the full experience?"

"You'll see when we get to the motel. Just keep her going. When Mike cums change places with him right away. We need to keep her from coming down and trying to act sensible. You don't mind fucking your mom do you Mike?"

"Hell no. I just wish I'd started sooner."

"Just you and Jeff keep her cumming and maybe we can make this into a steady thing."

I barely remember the ride to the motel. I was looking up at Mike and I saw the streetlights flashing by and I know I had at least two orgasms before Mike gasped:

"Get ready Jeffie, I'm gonna shoot" and Caroline pulled to the curb just as Mike released in me. Mike was pulling out as the door opened and he was half out the door and Jeff was half in and I was trying to raise up from the seat when Caroline reached over and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back. Then Jeff was between my legs and sliding his hard cock in me. I started getting noisy again and Caroline said:

"You know what to do Mike" and Mike moved so he could put his cock in my mouth. 

We reached the motel and Caroline hurried in and got a room while Jeff kept fucking me hard and Mike sucked on my tits. To keep me quiet Caroline had taken her panties and stuffed them in my mouth. I was thrashing underneath Jeff and pushing my pussy up at him as hard as I could trying to get him deeper into me. Caroline pulled up in front of the unit she had rented and Mike and Jeff half carried and half dragged me into the room.

I was a little weak in the knees as we entered the room, but without a cock pounding into me and keeping me on the edge of orgasms I was regaining some of my mental capacity and I said:

"That's enough guys. This has gone far enough. In fact, it has gone too far and we need to go home."

While I was saying that Caroline was telling the boys to strip me and put me on the bed. No one listened to a word I said and even though I struggled and tried to push the boys away my strength was no match for theirs and I found myself on the motel bed on my knees and Jeff mounting me from the rear. In hardly anytime at all I was pushing my ass back at Jeff and begging him to fuck me harder.

Mike slid across the bed so that his hard cock was just under my face and he took hold of the back of my head and pulled it down and his cock slid into my mouth. The boys worked me at both ends and if I didn't have a cock in my mouth they would have heard me begging Jeff to make me cum. Caroline left the room and came back a few minutes later and I heard her tell the boys:

"Keep her going guys. We still have a couple of more things to do yet."

She had a tube of something in her hand and she squirted some of what was in it on my butt. It was cold and I flinched. Caroline laughed and said:

"You are going to thank me for this baby. I promise you that you will remember this night for a long, long time."

She started working a finger in my butt hole and I went to lift my mouth off Mike's cock so I could protest, but Mike's hands on the back of my head held me in place while he fucked my face. Jeff was banging hard and I had another orgasm and by the time it was over Caroline had three fingers working in my butt and I was beginning to like the feeling.

Jef mumbled that he was going to come and Caroline told Mike to get ready to take his place. I felt the hot splash inside my pussy when Jeff let go and then he quickly got out of the way so my son could mount me and drive his hard spike into me. Jeff slid into the space that Mike had occupied and pulled my mouth down on his cock.

I had no idea of what time it was, but I felt like I'd had a cock in my pussy for hours. Caroline waited until my mouth had Jeff hard again and then the three of them pushed and prodded my body until Jeff was lying under me and I was impaled on his cock. He started fucking up into me and in less than thirty seconds I was lifting and lowering myself on him. Caroline put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down until my tits were pressing against Jeff's chest and Caroline told him to hold me. Jeff's arms went around me and he held me as we fucked each other and I heard Caroline say:

"Okay Mike. Put it in."

Put it in? Jeff was already in me. And then I felt it. Mike's cock poked at my asshole and I screamed "NO!" and tried to get up, but Jeff was holding on tight. Pain lanced through me as my son fed his cock into my ass and then while I whined and cried the two of them worked at it until they had a rhythm going and the pain began to fade and was replaced by a pleasure stronger than any I had ever felt before. 

The two boys banged into me and I had several orgasms, one right after another, so close that they almost seemed continuous. I was in the middle of an orgasm and was screaming out in pleasure when hands took hold of my head and a cock filled my mouth. I looked up and saw a man I'd never seen before smiling down at me.




The Drive In Movie



"Harry is my current lover" Caroline said, "I invited him to join us to see to it that you got the full experience tonight. Your first infidelity, your first incestuous relationship, your first three some, your first foursome and Tony, another one of my lovers should be here in a minute or so to see that you get your first gang bang. No need to thank me now sweetie, you can do that later."

Jeff was the first one to cum and he got out from under me and Harry worked his way under me and into me and Jeff pushed his cock into my mouth. Mike was the next to let go and he pulled out of my ass and another cock (I guessed Tony had arrived) slid into my ass and after that cocks just moved from hole to hole as they took turns fucking me. I had cum so many times that I was getting weak and I was being bounced around like a rag doll. 

At some point Caroline had undressed and laid down beside me on the bed and called to Jeff:

"Come on sweetie. We've never done this before and I never intended to ever do it, but I can't let her out slut me" and I watched as Jeff fucked his mother for the first time. When he finished the guys took turns on each of us until Caroline finally called a halt to things.

"We need to end this guys. I have to get her cleaned up and home to her husband."

Tony pulled out of my mouth, Mike put on a burst of speed and came in my ass for third or fourth time and then Mike and Jeff lifted me up off of Harry. For the first time in what felt like hours I did not have a cock in one of my holes. Once off of Harry the boys let loose of me and I collapsed onto the bed and I would have fallen asleep if Caroline hadn't had them pick me up and carry me to the shower. I stood there under the hot spray as Jeff held me up and Mike washed me. I almost came one more time when he went to work on cleaning out my pussy. 

Caroline poured a cold Coke in me and got me to where I was reasonably alert and I noticed that from the time we got to the drive in until the time I drank the Coke only four and a half hours had passed. Four and half hours of steady fucking by four cocks that didn't belong to my husband. How in the hell was I ever going to be able to face him? How in the hell would I be able to face Mike and Jeff when tomorrow came around and I climbed out of bed? And after what Caroline had done would I ever be able to trust myself around her again?

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It was two in the morning when we pulled into my drive. The ride home had been very quiet as the enormity of what I had just done sat heavily on my shoulders and the others had sensed my mood and had kept silent. Caroline turned off the ignition and then told the boys to go on and go to bed and then the two of us sat in the car for another five minutes or so in silence. Then Caroline said:

"Don't you dare go into your house and start feeling guilty for what happened tonight. For one thing you loved every second of it. Okay, so it was wrong, but it is done and over. You can't change anything so just look back on it as a fond memory and get back to your life. Don't avoid Mike. The two of you share a special bond now and all you have to do is be natural around him. His is going to be a lot more touchy feely with you, but you are still the grown up and you can control things. Now go on in and snuggle up next to Joel and get on with your life."

And then she giggled and said, "And if you ever decide to do it again I'll be ready."

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That was two months ago and while I do want to do it again I am fighting the urge. Every time I'm around Mike and Jeff I see the hunger in their eyes and I recognize it for what it is and I am hoping that even if they see it in my eyes they won't recognize it. Every morning when I have coffee with Caroline she asks:

"Are you ready yet? You want to. We both know you want to. I'm doing my best to keep Mike and Jeff happy, but even as big a slut as I am I'm having a hard time keeping up with two energetic young studs and my other lovers. I need help honey, I need you to come to my rescue. You might be leery of doing it with Mike, but even if you only take care of Jeff and maybe Harry it will help."

I want to. Oh God, but I do so want to. But I don't dare.