Chapter 2
THE OTHER BROTHER
After eating dinner at his girlfriend's home, Dig and Gayle went for a drive, which like most of the others ended in the park. He pulled his second-hand car into the darkest part which was usually theirs alone.
It was extremely secluded and actually not too easy to find with only a car. Dig had hunted for such a spot for just such a purpose, so he and whatever girl he was with could be alone-safely and completely alone.
Gayle pressed close to him as they drove, and she played with the tight cloth of his pants. Her long thin fingers caressed the outline of his cock which was pressed against his belly. She rubbed the head until he started squirming behind the wheel.
"Cut it out, Gayle." He took one hand from the wheel and took her hand from his prick.
"What's the matter?" Her hand climbed slowly up his thigh as she tried to reach his prick o.
"If you don't stop, I'll run right off the road."
"Or you'll shoot right in your fucking pants, love.
"Yeah, right. But which would be worse? Ma would know either way."
"Well, certainly we can't let your mother think she's got a hot kid. Nor my mom, either." She giggled at the thought of how they could deceive their parents so easily.
"We'll just have to wait until we get there."
As he turned into the park, Dig doused the lights. They traveled slowly in the blackness. He did not want anyone finding his 'spot' nor did he want the cops to know.
They might cause some trouble, like asking embarrassing questions. As he concentrated on avoiding the ruts and stones and bushes, she kept watch for the marking foliage leading into their place.
"There!" Dig turned into the darker shade and they drove cautiously along the track until they came to the little clearing where there was just enough room for one or two cars to maneuver. The clearing was isolated and had a small pond fed from an underground stream. The water was pleasant and the pond was often good for a quick dip. The grass was soft and springy. The trees and bushes hid all.
Dig pulled the emergency brake, set the seat back and turned off the ignition. As soon as the motor died, he threw his arms around Gayle and sought her lips with his.
She accepted them as his tongue tried to force its way into her mouth between her teeth. His tongue brushed the tip of her tongue. She felt her excitement growing. Between her legs began the familiar itching and twitching. She started sucking on his tongue which was clasped between her teeth, gently.
He found her tits and began massaging them through the material of her dress. Slowly, his hand moved down her body and pressed softly, palm inward, on her belly. His eye caught the dashboard clock. Nine o'clock, he thought. I have two hours to fuck.
Gayle pulled away from Dig and pressed her back into the seat, allowing him more room to maneuver as he ran his hand down onto her leg. She raised her dress, pulling it out from under her ass and above her hips.
Free to act, he pressed his hand between her legs and began massaging her cunt through the thin nylon of her panties. She spread her legs apart as his hand pushed into her pussy and bush. His bony fingers scratched at the cloth until she was squirming with pleasure.
"Raise your hips," he whispered.
She twisted her body so that her hips were an inch or two above the seat. With one hand and her assistance, he easily slid her panties down to her knees. She kicked off her shoes, easing them onto the floor and he took her panties all the way off.
As his fingers found her pussy and the folds of skin which were hidden beneath the masses of her bush, he began tickling and pinching. She groaned lightly and whispered, "Put your finger in there."
His finger was pressing against her twat, the soft moist skin at the entrance to her deep cavern. Her lubricating juices which wet his finger excited him even more. His cock started throbbing.
She began panting as his finger scratched against the inner walls, attempting to force itself even farther into her by wiggling and twisting. For several minutes his finger moved in and out slowly, but with an occasional vicious thrust.
Each time he put more than the usual weight behind it, she groaned and he knew she was drawing nearer to orgasm. She forced her legs further apart and whispered to him to use two fingers.
Immediately, he brought another one into play and it slipped into her twat, forcing the sensitive skin and flesh to retreat. His right arm was around her shoulder, the hand massaging her breast.
Now forefinger and second finger, united with the sticky cunt juice, slid in and out together. She groaned as the muscles of her twat clamped and closed around his imitation pecker. For a few seconds she ceased breathing, then sighing deeply as her whole body began to relax.
His hand, now coated with her fluid, withdrew from her spent twat. He wiped the wet fingers on his underpants as he gave her breast a gentle last squeeze.
"Okay. You blow me now."
She nodded. "Wait a few minutes, though, until I catch my breath."
Immediately, he began to unbuckle his pants and remove them. He pulled them down to his knees. His taut cock sprang erect, waving free in the open air. Her hand came out and she began stroking it through the loose cloth of his jockey shorts.
She rubbed the head with her thumb and pushed the whole muscle from side to side. She let go and pulled the elastic of his pants down. Now, entirely free, the cock leaped away from the last confinement and pointed itself at the steering wheel.
Holding the cock in her hand, she slowly caressed it along its entire length. He shuddered as her fingers excited the sensitive head. The glans throbbed as her thumb teasingly passed across the tip and his slit, spreading the single droplet of sticky fluid around on the tip of his head.
"Move away from the wheel."
He dipped out from the steering wheel and moved his shorts down to his knees.
Her right hand fondled his balls as he formed a square with his legs. Her left hand reached out to caress the stem and head again. His cock now pointed at the center of the windshield.
"Come on, Gayle. It's twenty after nine. I have to get you home by eleven. We got lots to do before this night is up."
Obediently, she brought her head down to just above his cock, and there it dangled. He felt her breath hitting against his head and it jerked faster. He waited for her mouth to close down and begin caressing the organ in her warm moist oral depths. With a sigh, she opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue.
It brushed lightly against the head, which again throbbed. His whole pecker tingled from the initial shock of contact with her rasping tongue. He waited for her mouth to engulf his member.
Wetting her lips, she held the organ in her hand. Lowering her head until it pressed against her closed lips, she paused. The sweet milky smell of his cock excited her as she let the head slip through her lips and between her teeth.
The eye of the glans bumped along her teeth and entered the warm gulf of her mouth.
He sighed with pleasure as her hot tongue lashed around his head, sending his spine rigid with thrilling tingles. Then she slowly forced the rest of his organ into her mouth until three-quarters of it was inside.
Her tongue lashed around, hitting him at random, and sending further chills along his spine and down into his legs via his groin which was burning with heat and desire.
She felt the veins in the back of his cock tense with his impending orgasm. Her right hand caressed his hip and she felt it quivering with passion. She quit washing his stem and went back to exciting his glans into a frenzy. He would come within seconds.
Through her hand, she sensed the tightening and his ass shrank as he tightened his peaches. His groin muscles throbbed violently as his hips shoved his cock deeper into her mouth.
She accepted the thrust and moved her tongue away, letting the entire orgasm slide into her mouth until she felt like choking. With a final thrust, the cock stiffened to its most stiff position as Dig held his entire body rigid with the onset of orgasm. Great quantities of white sticky fluid pumped from his head into her throat, beating against her soft palate. She gasped and managed to swallow it all as she pulled the now depleted cock from the back of her mouth and sucked on the remaining two inches.
She squeezed the long tube on the other side of his prick, shoving the last of his gism into her mouth. Then she licked the entire organ clean.
He took deep controlled breaths to calm the wild beating of his heart. Temporarily satisfied, he waited expectantly for the time when excitement would return to him. It would be only a few minutes.
She let the cock fall from her mouth. It was much shorter and completely flaccid. It slapped against his thigh wetly and lay there, still.
He wiped the wet cock with his hand and then began massaging his groin. Meanwhile, she sat up to wipe the mixture of saliva and scum from around her mouth.
She enjoyed sucking his cock because it was long and thin. Also, she liked it because, each time he shot, great quantities of scum came shooting out of his cock. She really loved that.
Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was just about ten o'clock. He pulled his pants up and closed the belt, suggesting that she put her dress down.
"Aren't you gonna fuck me?"
"I'm too tired to do anything. It's better to be prepared just in case the cops ever come sneaking around."
She nodded and brought her wrinkled dress down to her knees, wiggling and turning to get it down and under her properly.
He wanted to relax. He turned on the radio and lit two cigarettes. She accepted one and they sat in the car for the next ten minutes enjoying the coldness of the mid-fall air.
Leaning over, he turned the indicator until he found the station he wanted. He sat with her snuggled closely against his shoulder, listening to the blasting rock and roll of their generation.
As it boomed on their ears, Dig turned to another station which was broadcasting a soft and dreamy type of music, much more conducive to their mutual moods.
After another cigarette, they agreed to pick up where they'd left off. He pressed the burning coals into the ashtray with his left hand and his right hand found Gayle's leg.
Slowly, he worked up her thigh, his sensitive organ awakening.
Snuggling closer, she whispered about the lateness.
"My cock's still soft."
"I'll take care of that." Her long thin fingers fumbled with the buckle, and he assisted her so that within seconds his pants were again wrapped around his knees.
Immediately, her fingers found his limp damp cock and she began stroking it. Under her manipulations, it stiffened in her hand in seconds.
As she teased his prick into erectness, his fingers found her wet warm cunt and played with the soft folds of skin. He rubbed the palm of his hand occasionally against her bush, providing added sensations to her pussy.
When fully erect, she, with his fingers deeply imbedded in her twat, quickly pulled her dress above her waist. Withdrawing his fingers, she maneuvered around on the seat until she was able to lie flat on her back with both legs in the air.
He moved forward, allowing her left leg to slide behind his back. With his hand he slowly eased her right leg onto the floor and shifted his body around until he was kneeling between her legs.
His stiff throbbing cock jumped with excitement and he found her opening, pressing his head against the folds. Slowly and easily, he slipped into her, the glans slipping in until it was hidden.
She sighed expectantly as she waited for the remainder of his cock to slide into her. She was wet and provided an excellent lubricant for his cock as it slowly pressed into her cunt.
Dig's cock, impassioned by her warmth and wetness, slid in and out. She wrapped her legs around his back, avoiding collision with the dashboard as she brought her dangling leg up.
Each time he pushed into her, her heels applied more pressure to his back, forcing him in even further. Minutes passed as the sensations increased. His speed increased, too. Finally, he was lunging in and out of her at a furious rate. Her hips twitched excitedly as she reached orgasm. As usual, she was a couple of minutes ahead of him. Sensing orgasm, his cock stiffened and Dig went into a frenzy. With one supreme thrust, going all the way into her violently, he came.
Long powerful streams of sperm blasted from his groin up his prick and smashed into her uterus. Finally, the flow stopped and he felt completely empty.
But he lay still while she took over, pumping on his slowly shrinking prick, milking the very last drop from him. He concentrated on controlling his breathing, the pressure of her twat only a vague sensation in the background of his mind.
"Okay," she whispered. "Off."
"I like it here," he said. It was the reluctant game they usually went through every time.
"I know you like it. So do I, when I can breathe. Please, Dig."
He laughed, kissed her quickly and eased himself back. Crawling on the seat until he was able to twist around, he got back into a sitting position.
From the pocket of his pants, now lying down around his ankles, he extracted a handkerchief. He began wiping his wet and dripping sticky cock. Satisfied of his relative cleanliness, he turned to her, who still lay on her back in a fucking position with her legs spread.
Meticulously, he wiped the entire area of her pussy. Wrapping the damp sticky cloth around his index finger, he stuck it into her twat, and wiped vigorously around, giving her the added thrill of a post-climatic urge.
She groaned with the new sensation she experienced. And she wanted for him to continue. But he quickly withdrew when he felt she was successfully and completely cleaned out.
As she continued to lie there, he pulled his shorts and pants up, shielding his cock from further excitement. He waited until she sighed and pulled herself erect, and then she pulled her skirt down.
Pressing forward, she retrieved her panties and began putting them on. She arched up and slid them up over her thighs, cunt and ass. He sneaked his hand under her cheeks, and pinched as she came down on his waiting fingers.
"Ow!" She whirled her head around at him. Smiling, she stuck her tongue out. "Fresh!"
As soon as she went back to her shoes, he turned the key in the ignition and the motor leaped into action.
Easing the car back, he halted when he felt the wheels rising over the hump of the log placed there by him for a guide. He turned the wheel completely over to the left, switched gears and eased forward, hunting in the darkness for the exact entrance.
He kept the lights off. Seeing the absolute dead black of the 'almost tunnel' through the trees, he aimed for it and they went gliding bumpily along the entrance path toward the park's soft graveled road.
As he drove, she sat quietly until he could turn on the lights again. Then she corrected the damages his ravishment made on her face and hair. She pulled out her comb, compact, and lipstick in that order and used them, putting each item away before extracting another.
Gayle was aware that her mother suspected something. She knew her parent well enough to know what her mother thought they might be doing. She smiled at the thought of her mother hearing the absolute truth.
Each time she returned home from a date with Dig, her mother often looked at her carefully and even asked roundabout questions, hoping to discover something concrete. But after two years of failure of proof, she had almost given up trying.
Now only her eyes tried to probe, not her tongue.
His hand nestled between her legs as she was putting her lipstick on. She paused.
"Stop trying to stick your finger in. I don't want to come just as we get in the door."
He laughed and pulled his fingers back. He wrapped his hand around her shoulder instead. She put on her lipstick, smeared it with her lips by rubbing them together.
Then she snuggled closer to him. He was able to drop his hand down onto her breast, and began to massage it.
Within ten minutes, they were at her house. Stopping in front of her door, he pulled her into his arms and began kissing her passionately. Slowly, he pulled her to one side so that they were more hidden from both the street and the house.
He moved his hand up and down, more down than up with each stroke, and pressed between her legs when he was able to climb up under her skirt. He pressed through the material of her panties again.
She sighed and pressed her lips harder against his, bringing her hands up and around his neck, with her fingers playing with his ear and his hair.
His fingers moved cautiously upward toward her waist. She pulled back quickly, making his hand come out.
"No! Not here. I won't risk being seen."
"Fuck the bastards!"
"Tomorrow. We can go back to the park and play again. How does that sound?"
"Okay," he nodded. "But I'd still like another screw."
"You'll live for twenty-four hours."
"I'm afraid I'll have to jerk off when I get home."
She laughed and began fumbling within her purse for her keys. They got out and walked up the driveway an; onto the walkway, arm in arm, shoulders touching.
Inside, they were greeted by her parents. Gayle's mother grunted at them and eyed them suspiciously for an instant. Then she returned to the television.
He left her in the living room, deliberately kissing her in front of her mother, and went out to his car. He arrived home in half an hour, and found that everyone was asleep.
He tip-toed into the house up to his room and stripped. Originally he had intended to take a shower. But now, he found that he was too tired and decided to postpone it until the morning.
Naked, he climbed into bed, set and wound his clock and snapped out the light. Pressing the cool smooth sheets around his hot sweaty body, he fell immediately asleep.