The four young, lusty fuckers and fuckwatchers in Mike's car were not the only voyeurs at that drive-in movie. The place was a notorious passion pit, where few couples ever watched a film.
Most of the customers were young courting couples, often in Daddy's borrowed car, getting to know each other in various ways. Too young or shy to rent a hotel room, these randy youngsters found the drive-in a handy place to fuck. They had the privacy of their cars, and they didn't have to worry about being interrupted by the cops, as they did if they parked in a lover's lane or a dark street.
So, kids came there to fuck and often never even knew what film was showing, going into a passionate embrace as soon as the lights went off and interrupting the session only to go to the refreshment stand and gulp down some Coke to replenish their vital body fluids. But not everyone was that sort. Some had come to watch. But not the film…
Directly behind Mike's car there was a new Eldorado, polished and gleaming in the reflected light from the screen. In the Eldorado sat Homer Wright and his wife, Thelma. The Wrights were hardly typical of the usual patrons of that drive-in. They were wealthy, for one thing, they were legally married and had a bed of their own and, although not old, they were not young… simply middle-aged.
They were similar in one way.
They were horny.
Homer was slightly overweight and wore steel-rimmed spectacles. He had his own business, which was a huge success, and a prick, which was also huge.
Thelma was blonde and expensively suntanned from frequent trips to Florida or the Bahamas. She was almost forty years old, but well preserved. She had a classical hour-glass figure, tiny waist, flaring hips and a huge set of tits that loomed out without needing the support of a bra. She liked to dress provocatively and she liked to give men suggestive looks. She always wore a garter belt and stockings, and she usually wore her skirts short enough so that she could easily give passing strangers a good look at her thighs.
Frequently, she gave those passing strangers more than a passing glance, as well.
Homer knew about these affairs. He didn't mind at all.
Not as long as he could watch…
Homer and Thelma had a happy marriage, partly because he had such a big prick and partly because he was so tolerant about letting Thelma have other pricks. They had been married for fifteen years, and they still fucked with all the gusto of newlyweds, when they were alone together, but often they were not alone.
It had started on their honeymoon.
On the third day after their wedding, Thelma had gotten a bit drunk in the hotel bar and had begun to flirt with a strange man. The man had been receptive – although, to his credit, it must be said that he had no idea that she was a newly married bride, or that her husband was watching them farther down the bar.
Then, after a while, Thelma realized, through a misty drunken haze, what she was doing. She blushed and became embarrassed. Homer was already a wealthy man at that time, and Thelma, who had been a showgirl, did not want to risk losing him for the sake of a brief encounter. She had excused herself and gone down to where Homer was seated, drinking brandy and looking amused.
"Gee, honey – I'm sorry," she told him. "I guess I was flirting with that guy. I must…" she giggled merrily, "… I must have forgotten that I was married now – and faithful."
To her surprise, Homer had looked disappointed.
"I thought you wanted to fuck him," he said.
"Aw, honey! I wouldn't cheat on you!" Thelma protested. At least not if you knew about it, she said to herself.
But Homer grinned and said, "I wouldn't mind."
"Huh?"
"Honey – there's something you ought to know about me," Homer told her – and then he had told her what it was.
Thelma was shocked.
Then she had considered the possibilities and she had grinned and become delighted.
Thelma had always been a promiscuous girl. She liked to be promiscuous.
She had intended to continue her promiscuity, despite being married, but she had supposed that it would have to be secretive and discreet and that she would have to be careful that her husband never found out about her affairs.
She was overjoyed to discover that Homer didn't mind what she did – in fact, he welcomed her misbehavior.
He looked on it with approval.
As long as he could look on with his eyes.
As he did, that first time, on their honeymoon.
The stranger with whom Thelma had been flirting was happy to be invited to the sexy blonde's room, but he was surprised that she had invited some other guy named Homer. Still, he wasn't going to pass up a crack at Thelma, who was truly a gorgeous girl.
The three of them had gone upstairs together, with a bottle of brandy, two rising erections and a hot cunt between them.
Thelma had stripped off as soon as they got to the room, doing it as slowly and as provocatively as a striptease artist.
The stranger, whose name was Joe, was a polite sort of fellow.
He offered to flip a coin with Homer to see which of them fucked the blonde first. But, Homer insisted that Joe fuck her first, which suited Joe – and Homer, as well.
Thelma lay on the bed. Homer drew up a chair and sat beside the bed, just like an interested spectator at any sporting event. He took his cock out and held it.
When Joe got a look at the size of Homer's cock, he was mightily pleased to go first, for he figured that once that monster had been up a cunt, a normal-sized prick would get no friction at all. His own prick was average-sized – hardly a drop in the bucket compared to Homer's cock.
Joe got on the bed with Thelma.
She lived up to his expectations.
First she sucked his cock for a while. Then he fucked her. Her cunt was like a magic squeezebox, pulling the cum out of him. Homer regarded the action with great interest and, as they neared a climax, he stood up and gave his mighty prick a few fast jerks and sprayed a load of jism onto Thelma's face as she gyrated under Joe.
Despite that manual masturbation, Homer's cock remained as big and hard as ever – as if a cock of that size held bottomless depths of spunk, and a single ejaculation would not be enough.
With his own cock and balls emptied, Joe vacated Thelma's cunt, and Homer threw a dynamic fuck into her, fucking her like a lion, his lust inspired to enormous heights by the thrill of his voyeurism.
They had kissed, too.
Joe had wondered how a man could kiss a woman who had been sucking another man's cock. Then Joe had got excited by watching, and he fucked the insatiable blonde again.
Joe never did find out they were married. But they were and they stayed married because they had discovered that they had a whole lot in common.
There had been many other men through the years.
They were discreet enough, never bringing anyone to their own home and fooling around in their home territory, but they went on frequent holidays. Bellhops and busboys, hotel clerks and taxi drivers, towel boys and ice cream vendors – all had been seduced by the luscious vacationing blonde – and all had wondered who the guy with the eyeglasses and the paunch and the massive prick was, and why was he with them?
Tonight the Wrights had come to the drive-in movie on a whim.
It was partly nostalgia – because they had had their first fuck in a drive-in, years ago – but mainly it was because they had heard that the place was a passion pit and they were both interested in seeing what went on in such a place.
It was their good fortune that they had parked directly behind Mike's car.
It was obvious that something hot was going on in that car. The windows had begun to steam up almost as soon as the car was parked and the occupants had not even bothered to remove the speaker from the pole. Soon the car was rocking and rolling and bouncing on its springs as if it were going at high speed over a rough road.
Homer had taken his cock out.
His enormous cock stretched up almost to the top of the steering-wheel and seemed damned near as fat as the steering column. He gripped it by the hilt, his hand barely able to span the breadth of his prick.
"Gee, I sure wish we could see what they were up to in that car," he sighed, as he gave his cock a stroke.
Thelma regarded his prick.
Thelma was more an exhibitionist than a voyeur – but the sight of a cock that huge could not help but inspire her. Even though she had been getting stuffed full of Homer's cock at both ends for years, she never ceased to marvel that Homer's meat was so huge.
She pulled her skirt up. She wore no panties – she seldom did – and her hairy cunt was framed in the straps of her black garter belt.
She began to finger her clit.
Homer stroked his prick.
Side by side, they watched the car ahead of them shake and shudder and rattle as whoever was in it did fascinating things.
After a while, Thelma's clit began to spark and tremble. Homer was whimpering somewhat as he pulled and tossed on his cock. She turned to watch him. She liked to see him come. It was a sight that she was well acquainted with, because Homer was in the habit of jacking off into her face whenever she was fucking someone else. She adored it when his hot, thick jism splashed all over her, while another guy's cock fucked her cunt.
She spread her thighs wider apart, in case Homer wanted to watch her fingerfucking herself, too.
But Homer was looking straight ahead, through the windshield, at the car in front of them. He didn't even seem aware of Thelma at the moment, and she knew he must be wrapped up in whatever strange fantasies ruled his mind at a time like this.
She could see that he was going to come soon. It seemed a shame to let the stuff stain the roof of the car and hang there, dripping down on their heads for the rest of the night. Thelma leaned over Homer's lap. If he noticed, he gave no sign. He was muttering about nubile young girls getting fucked in cars, and his fist skimmed up and down on his cock at a steady rate.
Thelma's eyes crossed as she gazed down at the head of his prick. She grinned at the sight and then, still grinning, let her lips slowly part and curled her tongue out. Her head was poised over his prick, but she did not swoop down on the tasty morsel. Thelma sucked Homer's cock regularly, but not when he was jacking off. Blowjobs and handjobs were separate things, and she never interfered with his jack-off pleasures.
She continued to frig her clit and finger her cunt, and her juices began to flow. Her mouth was drooling as much as her pussy, and a few drops of saliva fell onto the head of his cock.
"Feed it to me, honey," she whispered.
Homer was heaving his ass up from the bucket seat now, driving his mighty cock through his fist. The pisshole had parted atop his crown, and cum was bubbling out.
Then he gasped.
His cum shot out as if it had come from a high-pressure firehose.
It flew right up into Thelma's face.
The hot fluid skimmed over her arched tongue and splashed on her lips and slid back into her mouth. Her head tilted back as his cum hit the roof of her mouth under such pressure. Her face was being forced upwards on the geyser, as if she were trying to drink from Old Faithful.
But Thelma forced her head down, mouth wide open, fighting her way back to his spewing cock.
His cum kept coming. He didn't blow off in a series of spurts, like most men, but instead his jism came out all at once, in an unbroken rope of slime.
Thelma gulped the succulent juice down happily, and her hand flew wildly over her clit as she frigged herself off.
At last he stopped shooting.
A final trickle ran out and dripped sluggishly down his prick – and as always, his prick stayed as huge and as hard as if he had not shot a single drop, while his vast, hairy balls had not diminished whatsoever by a single spillage.
In fact, Homer did not even seem to realize that he had come.
Homer continued to pump his prick, beginning a second jack off without missing a single stroke!
Thelma leaned back, smiling happily, her whole face soaked with jism and her pussy nicely creamed.
They both looked at the car ahead, which was still rocking wildly.
And then – to their joy – two other avid fuck-watchers appeared upon the scene!