The Drive-in

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What happened in the back seat?
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This is a familiar story, which I have tried to present in the style of the traditional Australian bush ballad. Participants are at least eighteen years old. BB1212

*

It took a week,
And fine technique,
Her notice just to get.
Twas two weeks more,
That passed before,
She thought they could connect.

Her favourite band,
She held his hand,
At two dates, their first kiss.
He took great care,
Her not to scare,
So she would go for this.

“Next Friday night,”
He said “we might,
Try drive in show, or dance.”
He was discreet,
Her two left feet,
Would sure provide his chance.

Dad’s car was best,
Her to impress,
So big, so nice, so new.
He aimed that she,
Would conquered be,
Before the night was through.

He drove them slow,
The far back row,
“Your reason?” Her request.
“No lights to blind,
From cars behind,
And plus, the view is best.”

Toblerone,
An ice cream cone,
To give the girl a treat.
He said “To share,
The goodies fair,
We’ll get in the back seat”.

The sun long gone,
No heater on.
His foresight he did thank it.
She said “I’m cold”,
He told her bold,
“We should share my warm blanket.”

And as the show,
Was dull and slow,
He turned her to his face.
His lips met hers,
She gently purred,
‘That’s good’, he thought, ‘first base’.

And pretty soon,
Beneath the moon,
His arm around her crept.
But second base,
His next aimed place,
So fingers busy kept.

His hand did drop,
Into her top,
It was quite uninvited.
To her protest,
He cupped her breast,
Her nipple was excited.

He played her well,
By touch could tell,
In each and every instance.
How to caress,
Her taut young flesh,
And overcome resistance.

Her body shook,
As care he took,
Her top and bra undone.
Under that rug,
He found her nub,
Her nipple with his tongue.

The girl she moaned,
His skills so honed,
Her dissent now so weak.
For third he tried,
His hand inside,
Her skirt as she did peak.

The girl undone,
By her first come,
Her moral code diminished.
Her lust it grew,
And so, he knew,
Just how this date would finish.

So, as he licked,
Her nipple tip,
He slipped in her a finger.
She growled with lust,
His thumb did touch,
And on her clit, did linger.

And as she shook,
With lust he took,
Out from his pants his cock.
He put her hand,
On his firm gland,
Her eyes went wide with shock.

“We can’t,” she gasped,
“It’s just too fast,
And that huge thing won’t fit.”
He said, “Not true,
I’ve thought it through,
Your pussy’s made for it.”

She shook with fear,
As he did spear,
Her tender flesh so slick.
He stretched her wide,
And pressed inside,
Her body with his dick.

And soon he knew,
Resistance too,
A virgin girl to bust.
She cried in pain,
As he did claim,
Her cherry, with a thrust.

He stopped to wait,
Pain to abate,
The poor young thing was crying.
The boy did know,
To take it slow,
For patience, he was trying.

He soon saw fit,
To move a bit,
Despite her whimpered sound.
And soon sped up,
A steady fuck,
And finally, to pound.

So warm and tight,
He knew he might,
At any point could lose it.
The car did bounce,
As every ounce,
Of strength, he tried to use it.

Her eyes rolled back,
At his attack,
Towards his peak he rushed.
He slammed full depth,
With nothing left,
As deep inside her, gushed.

He had his fun,
Got a home run,
He knew that he was winning.
But too he knew,
One was too few,
There isn’t just one inning.

Her held her tight,
To make it right,
Their trembling abated.
He pulled her near,
And kissed a tear,
As for her thoughts, he waited.

His shrinking shaft,
Slipped from her grasp,
From her sore pussy fell.
His come in drips,
From battered lips,
And soon her gasping quelled.

She said, forlorn,
“What of the morn?
Will you still love me then?”
“Your heart be still,”
He said, “I will,
“If we can fuck again.”

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Nice Work!

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