Sylvia and her friends at the drive-in 1963
. Judy and I made a lot more love. We had had more sex than most people do in ten years. Rachel and Judy and I had a lot of sex over the next year until she left for New York, but my mother and Cecil and I...never again. She wouldn't even talk to me about it till years later.
I was eighteen...there were only two ways I could go after fucking my mother, I cold become celibate or be a whore., I decided I had out to see where it would go. I didn't have sex with anybody, not Judy, not Rachel, not anybody except my hand for about a month after it all happened. Mom was acting as if nothing had happened at all, which pissed me off. I didn't know know what she was supposed to do, but ignoring the sex and ignoring me was not the answer. I had thought I was pretty low and slutty before, now I was sure of it. Rachel was nearly gone, so I didn't have her around to play with, make love with, share boys with, confide in. Judy found a boyfriend, and she spent a lot more time with him, though we still got together and had sex, sometimes with him, though I didn't like him that much.
Tom. This is the time when I was promiscuous, I did a lot more boys than girls, a lot more threesomes and foursomes, with me as the only girl, I wanted to be treated like shit, not all the time, but that's what I liked. All that degrading stuff I talk about, I did it with them...pee on, slave stuff...everything except dogs and p*o, I guess, and that's only because they didn't have my imagination. One thing I learned then is that women are much, much better at thinking up the nasty stuff than boys or men are...I'll tell you about when I did seven or eight boys one night if you want to hear...
I got my driver's permit. I earned enough from piano lessons I gave so that I bought myself a car...a Falcon station wagon, a '62 Falcon three-speed that I bought from my father's friend for $700. It was all brown, really a disgusting color, but I called her "Rolo", after a chocolate candy that was around then. With Rolo, I could go and come whenever I wanted, and that was great for lots of stuff. I liked Rolo for sex, of course. I had to be discreet, I never did a gang bang exactly inside the car, or anything like that, but I did do a boy and a girl couple and two boys at different times in Rolo. Rolo could sure get me to the place where the sex could happen, though, and so I had more choices of who I did and where we did it.
I like to get it on in that old car, I don't know why exactly. It had a sex smell, old semen and whatever I put there, and the woman I bought it from, and there was no agent on earth that could make that smell go away. If I was naked in the front seat, the smell would get stronger. If I had my bottom turned up, as I often did, and my face down in the seat, that smell went straight to my olfactory nerve. That got me kind of hot if I wasn't that way already. I really liked the feeling of the old sticky car upholstery against the skin of my bare ass and against my back, legs, and shoulders, even against my tits and my nipples.
I had just turned eighteen.The things you discover about sex as you grow up that nobody tells you.....drive-in movies were really popular then.. you could watch a movie with some sexy stuff in it, even if the actors weren't fucking, I could get hot from watching them making out on screen, fifteen feet tall. At the same time, you could make out and maybe even have sex with your boyfriend or girlfriend, and watch your friends in the car have sex, too, if you were lucky. Not that many people were fucking in front of each other then. I liked to fuck boys in the front seat, way back at the dark end of the lot. That way I could get all of it...me, in his lap, my legs wrapped around him, riding his cock just the way I liked to, and I could look over his shoulder and see the movie...so even if the fucking wasn't super, I still got the movie. If I just sucked his dick, I missed the movie and maybe the bj wasn't so great either...Blow-jobs and hand-jobs were different than fucking at the drive-in movie. You could get kicked out of the movie if the usher guys saw you "doing it". All they had to see was just your boyfriend's hairy ass bouncing up and down. Then they threw you out, called the police if they thought somebody in the car was u******e....the whole audience was u******e.
Nobody at the theatre cared about bj's unless you had a sign on your car and were charging admission...that sounds funny, but it always seemed to me that lots of dicks were getting sucked at the Rio Vista Drive-In Theatre. There was so much of that..everybody did it.. I saw quite a few girls that I didn't think were slutty, jack their boyfriend's dicks off while I was in the front seat and they were in the back. Whatever I was doing up front, I would usually start rubbing my puss and sliding a finger in a little when I heard those noises. I would peek back there. She (or sometimes he) would be kissing him and stroking his big dick with her hand, maybe rubbing it on her boobs. Seeing that has always been the real hot sauce for me, even though I've seen it many times.
It was funny to have another girl in the car with me who was sucking her boyfriend's dick while I was there. A blowjob in a car with three other people and the windows up... pretty hard to hide that, though some girls tried. Everybody knows that a bj is better if the boy gets his pants all the way off. That way the girl or the boy who is doing the cock-sucking can go all over the place. I loved all of it, the watching and the doing, and sometimes I got to do and watch.
There was something about getting my pussy eaten while I was leaning back, watching the movie, that I just loved...I would do all the drive-in kissy hand-jobby stuff that everyone does, usually not letting the boy come, just getting him real hard. Then I would do what I could to get him interested in my puss...I would keep my top on, slide my bra off underneath, slide my panties down to my feet, lift my skirt a little, rub my fucking nipples really hard, talk to the boy about what I was doing and how good it felt...If I did it right, I could get him to get down on the floor of the front seat on the passenger side.. I always wore a skirt to the movies. I would have it up to my waist or even totally off. I don't use the C-word too much when I talk about my pussy, but it was always the word that I thought of when we were about to do this. The dash lights would light up the whole show down there, I would rub that little red-haired cunt of mine till I was really wet and talk to him all soft and breathy and nasty:
"C'mon, do you like my pussy, Jimmy?