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If you think there are a lot of sex manuals now, you should have seen the ones published in the Sixties. The difference was that we really needed them then. Most of it we could learn by "doing what comes naturally," but it helped to have books to tell us that it was normal to want to jerk off. It was in a sex manual that I read about cunnilingus, which up until then had been a subject to kid about with fellows, not something that you were supposed to actually do. But I figured that if a girl could go down on me, I should at least make an effort to return the favor.
One night I was at the Springs Gardens Drive-in with a girl named Cecily.She was a buxom blonde with hazel eyes, long, long lashes, and hair that fell in vibrant curls to her shoulders.She had sucked my cock on numerous occasions, and had hinted that sooner or later we'd "go all the way."
"Tonight," I told her, "I have a surprise in store." There was just one problem.
The drive-in had hired a security guard, a paunchy old fellow who would occasionally rouse himself enough to walk up and down the rows shining a flashlight into suspicious-looking cars.A few hushed-up pregnancies, ostensibly resulting from nights of passion at the Spring Gardens, plus some pressure from the town council had forced the management to take precautions to keep the atmosphere as "moral" and family-like as possible.
The Danger element only made it more exciting. People were still fondling, kissing and sucking, but for awhile everything else was curtailed.When the guard peered into their cars, my pals would just give the geezer a shit-eating' grin and go right back to what they were doing. When he was way over by the concessions, taking a coffee break, I told Cecily to get into the back-seat with me.She giggled and reached for my zipper, but I stopped her. I gently pushed her down onto her back, straddled her and lifted her dress. Then I pulled down her panties and whistled.
I hadn't seen a pussy close up except in magazines. I rather liked the aroma, and was anxious to begin.My prick was stiff, sending signals to my mind -- fuck her, you fool, fuck her! -- but I had promised myself I'd wait awhile. So I shoved my head between her legs and started to kiss her warm, sweet vagina lips. Her clit was swelling and she was emitting a viscous discharge. I braced myself, then began to orally massage her pussy flesh, tasting the pungent fluid flowing from her cunt. The moment my tongue and lips touched her there, we were both electrified, Cecily by the sensations and I by her response.
Cecily was writhing excitedly, her legs thrashing and her hands pulling on my hair.It was hard to believe that she had serviced lots of guys and none had ever thought of pleasing her. For women, the Sixties were sexually prehistoric. I was nuzzling her pussy, just snuggling up to her cunt and sucking contentedly on her clitoris, while she was soaring into orbit somewhere past Jupiter, quivering under my mouth.
"Oh... my God. My God.Where did you learn that?" I didn't tell her I was learning it that very minute.My tongue swept up and down and across her lips and clit, I thought the car would shake.
Lapping up her juices, I felt her knees swinging back and forth above my head. She was going crazy. I tickled her clit some more and planted kisses all over her vulva. She cried out in a breathless, orgasmic rush, and I knew I'd succeeded. She was coming like she never had before.
Just as we were sitting up afterward, the security guard shone his light into the backseat. Cecily was smoothing her skirt, and I was rubbing my chin thoughtfully.
"Get in the front seat, you two," the old man growled. We looked at each other and laughed.
Continued in part 3...