His hand slid a little farther up her leg. Her skirt began to bunch at her waist but neither of them really noticed. They were getting too turned on by the feel of fingers moving slowly over silky smooth thigh.
"Ummm, Alan, that's too much for me," Wendy said. "Stop. Don't make me do any more."
Alan moved in the uncomfortable car seat and turned so that his hand slid another inch up. His finger tips were just inches away from the promised land now. Her pussy was damp. He knew it. It had to be from all the petting they had been doing. And he wanted to stuff his fingers all the way up into that gooey twat.
"Don't be silly, Wendy," he told her, his hand clutching her firm thigh. "We didn't come to the drive-in just to watch the dumb movie." He turned and saw Dracula sinking fangs into the heroine's throat. "Look at that, will you?" he said. "That looks like fun."
Alan dived down, his mouth seeking Wendy's swan-like throat. The whiteness of her skin gleamed in the light reflected from the movie screen. His lips lightly brushed her throat and his tongue shot out trying to bury itself in the hollow just under her chin. She sighed and relaxed a little, her back arching forward. This caused her tits to press firmly against the thin blouse she wore.
The sight was almost more than Alan could bear. Hard, aroused nipples were perfectly outlined in the thin fabric. Her tits heaved up and down in a slow, sensual motion that made Alan worry that he might blow his wad. He hadn't done that at the mere sight of a chick's tits in more years than he could remember. But, this was almost more than he could keep locked up inside.
His balls tightened and he felt the lead-heavy jism inside begin to boil and chum. The thick stew of his sperm and semen demanded a hot, clinging cunt to blast off into. And Wendy didn't seem to want any part of it.
But she was turned on. He could see the visible evidence. No chick's tits puffed up like that when she was bored. Her nipples pulsed with every beat of her heart. He could get into her pants if he played his cards right. He could. He knew he could!
"Don't be that way, doll," he told her, his tongue slowly working hot, wet circles on her throat. "You want me as much as I want you. This isn't something where only one of us wins. We'll both enjoy it. How about it?"
"How about it? All the time, let's fuck, let's fuck. Is that all you ever think about?" she raged.
"When I'm with you, yes. You're beautiful!"
And he wasn't lying. She was gorgeous. Her tits weren't even the most delightful portion of her anatomy. While they were ample, they couldn't compare to the trim waist and the flaring ass. He was an ass man. He loved meaty buttocks moving slowly, sensuously. He could watch Wendy walk all day long, the twin moons rolling from side to side.
Just the thought of it was enough to make his hard-on even more painful than it had been. He knew he was going to have to get between her sweet thighs and fuck the shit out of her or he'd go mad from lust.
He kissed along the line of her jaw and came to her ear. The hot breath on her earlobe turned her into a sex-starved maniac. She thrust her boobs against his arm and clutched wildly at him.
"God, Alan, this is too much! You're driving me out of my head! The feel of your tongue on my ear is too much!"
He gave her more if she liked it, she would soon love it and if she loved it, her luscious thighs would drift apart to allow his needy prick entry. He would fuck her royally then!
His tongue shot out, cock-hard, into the tight passage of her ear. She moaned louder as he started tongue fucking her ear slowly, then built up the tempo until his jaws ached. But it was worth it. He kept his nostrils flaring widely with hot air. This sensitized the already sensitive flesh even more. She was melting in his hands.
He pressed one hand hard into her left tit. He felt her heart hammering wildly. This was the first real indication he had that she was going all the way. The mindless drive-in movie went on and on, droning to the motion he was staring.
"Ummm, Alan, I don't want to do itttttt!"
"It?" he hotly whispered in her ear before gently gnawing on the tender lobe. She came.
Her body raged against his. His legs spread wide and she managed to half turn in the car seat so that she straddled his leg. She started moving back and forth on it, dragging her pussy over the top of his thigh. It didn't take long before his pants leg was totally drenched with her love oils. Her cunt was drooling obscenely now. It was ready for cock his cock.
He moved to her lips and brutally crushed his into them. They tasted like wine. It was an old cliche and he didn't care. That was the way it seemed. Her saliva was sweet and hot and exciting. His tongue darted from his mouth and pressed between her lips. As it entered her dank, demanding mouth, it tangled with her tongue. The pink organ danced around, lightly tapping away at the very tip of his tongue. Their tongues dueled, dancing from one mouth to the other in ecstasy.
Her body pressed more demandingly against his. The man could barely figure out what to do with his hands. He didn't want to abandon his post on her leg. The hot flesh was pulsing with power now. Her cunt contracted and churned out enough juices to liberally drench his hand. But his other hand was cruelly twisted between their bodies. But who would give up such a luscious berth as the woman's left tit?
The mound of titflesh seemed to grow as he fondled it. The nipple was rock-hard and refused to quiet down. The excitement flaring inside the woman's body was echoed to the man through that nubbin of erectile flesh. But it cramped his arm hanging onto her boob.
And his mouth! He wasn't going to abandon her demanding mouth. She sucked on his tongue now, her teeth lightly caressing the very tip. She sucked and sucked and sucked and threatened to make him come.
He managed to escape her passionate embrace and whispered hotly into her ear, "Do you want to go into the back seat?"
"No, not without you!"
He had to laugh. "Let's go together! Let's be together!"
Getting into the backseat was harder than he'd thought it would be. He damned the Detroit car manufacturers that persisted in putting bucket seats in cars. It made fucking almost impossible.
But with a lot of wiggling around, some of it quite nice as Wendy's pert and perky ass waggled in his face, they managed to get into the back seat of the car.
"Better, isn't it?" he asked, his hands roving all over the luscious curves of the woman's body. He tweaked one of the turgid nipples and felt it grow even harder in response. The breathing increased and shoved the warm mound of titflesh into his hand. He squeezed down harder and kissed her.
"Lots better," she agreed after breaking off the kiss. Her hands sought and found Alan's zipper. Quickly yanking on it, the fly opened and his prick snapped to rigid attention. She stroked along the hot length of cockflesh until Alan told her, "No, don't. I don't want to come yet. Not in your hand. I want to come where it's a lot warmer and tighter."
"Tighter than this?" She really squeezed down on his cock. He felt the entire length of aroused fuck stick quiver in anticipation. More than ever, he wanted to get his prick buried all the way up her gooey twat.
"I know a place where it's a lot tighter and hotter and better – for both of us."
"Show me."
And he did. He managed to get her skirt hiked up around her waist and pulled down the drenched white cotton panties. She helped. Her ass lifted off the back seat to allow him to get the undies pulled free of her flaring ass. He savagely jerked the panties free and tossed them aside. Then he gasped in sheer admiration.
"God, your pussy's beautiful! Goddamn fucking beautiful!"
"So fuck it! Stuff this all the way up my cunt!" She pulled insistently at his prick so there wouldn't be any question what was wanted.
He hesitated for a moment, thinking. The thrill was back in fucking for him. He and Wendy had been married for three years and the thrill had gone away, fading as each day came and went. She had suggested that they try their old haunts and see if some of the magic couldn't be recaptured. This entire seduction was reenacting one of the most precious times in their lives. The first time they'd fucked had been at this theatre, maybe with the same dumb horror flick playing.
They hadn't been married then and they had both been teenagers. Everything was new and exciting then. Alan was beginning to realize that the kick he got out of seducing a woman needn't have ended when he and Wendy married. They could seduce each other and make a game of it. They could arouse each other, stimulate themselves and have one hell of a fine time.
This back seat fucking proved it.
He felt just like a teenager again, not a twenty-five year old man with a responsible job and a pillar of the community and oh-so-straight. He felt lusty. And it was good.
His hands parted Wendy's thighs. She resisted softly, making him exert just a bit more pressure. "Don't be harsh with me," she cooed. "Be gentle. I want to like it."
He recognized the lines. She had said the very same words before, in this same spot, when they had fucked years and years ago. He answered her now as he had then, "I'll be gentle – and you're going to get one hell of a kick out of this fucking."
"Don't use words like that," she chided him.
"Like what?"
"You know."
"Tell me. I want to hear them." His hands managed to get her thighs parted beautifully. Her gash showed wet and ready. The pinkly scalloped inner cunt lips fluttered in anticipation. That was something new. She hadn't been this worked up that former time, but then she didn't know what a real stud he was and she had been about to lose her cherry.
Now she could relax and enjoy the swift penetration, the smooth fucking, the warmth and power of his cock.
"You know, 'fuck'. Words like that."
"Don't you want me to fuck you? You don't want me to stuff my prick all the way up into your sweet little cunt and fuck the living hell out of you?"
"Yes! Just… just don't say it."
"Why not? That's what I'm going to do to you. Now tell me what you want me to do."
He teased her a little with just the end of his prick. He dragged the bulbous head up and down the liquid slash of her sex. The cunt lips trembled as he touched them. Once, his hips shot forward and she anticipated his prick shooting all the way up her taint hole. He didn't carry through. Instead, he allowed his cock to slide along the pussy lips, parting them and laying in the warm berth between them.
She was almost ready to come from his non-fucking. The nearness of his cock, the promise of the fucking, the feel of his flesh rubbing so sensuously into hers – and no penetration. She was going out of her mind with lust. She had to get all his cock buried up her cunt.
Her hips lifted off the back seat. Her lips formed the words and she almost choked on them. "F-fuck me! I want you to fuck meeeeeee!"
"How?" he demanded. "Tell me every single detail of what you want." It was getting harder and harder for him to control himself. His balls had tensed into a tight, hard sphere dangling under his long cock. The steamy stew of his jizz threatened to erupt lava-hot at any second. Only long practice and desire to bury his prick in the soft folds of her seething cunt kept the rising tide of his come back.
"I want to feel that hard-fucking prick of yours pressing into my cunt walls. I want it, I want every Goddamn inch of your cock fucking meeeee!"
He slammed forward, his prick parting her pussy lips, tasting the sweet wine of her fuck juices, and then sinking all the way up into her seething cunt.
They both tensed at the penetration as if an electric current passed through them. For a timeless second, they hung suspended, locked together, cock into cunt and then they relaxed a little.
Her fingers clawed at his back. "Just like before," she sobbed loudly. "It's too much. Fuck me, fuck me hard and fast and deep. I want it alllll!"
He couldn't even answer her the fucking had taken his breath away. His prick was completely surrounded by demanding, hot, clinging cunt wall. He felt her pussy walls begin to expand to take his meaty cock, and then, he couldn't hold back any longer. He fucked hard and fast and deep, just as she had requested.
The fucking in the back seat took them both to a different time and place. The magic of fucking had returned for them. The illicit aspect of premarital sex had been recaptured. Fucking in the drive-in also presented the possibility that someone passing by outside on their way to buy popcorn might see them. A single glance and they would get more than they bargained for.
Alan's ass was high up in the air, surging down, driving his prick firmly into the hot interior of Wendy's pussy. Her legs were up in the air, quivering whitely in the dimness. Her cunt gripped firmly at the incoming cock, hanging onto it, not wanting to let it slip free. The lewd squishing noise as he pulled out of her wet, hot depths filled the car and drowned out the voice of the characters in the movie. Neither of them noticed that. They were too engrossed in the wild, uninhibited fucking.
They had recaptured the spirit lost in their three years of marriage. Alan fucked his wife harder, with growing desperation. He had returned to his past in more ways than one. His iron-control vanished. He felt like a teenaged kid knocking off his first piece of tail. He couldn't keep the tide of his jism back much longer.
"Gotta fuck longer. Can't. Your pussy is milking me. Slow down, dammit, or I'll get off too soon," he told her.
Wendy didn't hear a single word of what he said. The blood hammered too loud in her ears. The pulse was like the pounding surf in her temples. She had her eyes closed and all that mattered to her was between her legs, driving hard into her cunt.
Cock. She needed more cock. She slipped down in the seat so that she could rock back more. This shoved her snatch firmly down around the impaling spike of his cock. She shuddered as he repeatedly drove that fierce cock into her needy pussy.
And then she came.
A slow, wracking shudder passed through her body. She moaned but the words wouldn't form into a coherent phrase. The warmth of the fucking spread from her pussy into her belly and then blasted into the rest of her like wildfire. She came hard. Their crotches ground together in the ultimate human pleasure and this set off the blazing eruption of his come.
He whitewashed the walls of her cunt with his manseed. His jism rocketed out into her greedily sucking cunt until every last drop was drained from his balls. Sweaty, tired and feeling wonderful, he collapsed forward into Wendy's arms.
She put one firm, trim leg up on either side of his body so that her heels rested on the backs of the bucket seats. Her pussy was wantonly exposed to his now limp prick. He cursed his bad luck and poor control.
"God, darling, I wish I could take advantage of you when you're like this!"
"Why should it be any different now? You took advantage of a poor, naive young virgin in this very same drive-in about six years ago."
"You weren't any virgin tonight. No virgin could fuck like that. I thought you had a velvet gloved hand inside your pussy squeezing down on me. It was great!"
"Yeah," she sighed pulling him close and letting his face press into the deep canyon between her boobs, "it was."
"I just wish…"
He didn't have to tell her what he wished. Wendy was sad his prick was dead, too. Fucking again would have been fantastic. But just the thrill she got out of this single screwing was nice. It relit the fires that had died between them. Fucking was something to do again, rather than just talk about.
Both of them realized that and both of them got progressively hornier thinking about their next time together.