Chapter 6
LOOKING FOR A BANGING PLACE
Shortly after Tom fell asleep, Dig returned home with problems of his own. This was the first night he had not screwed Gayle in a long time. He did not enjoy it, although he realized that she was always ready for some type of sex. Her blow-job was nothing unusual.
She had sucked his cock dozens of times before, but it was the first time she had ever gone wild over his cock. So, he assumed she was' ready for anything.
He knew that his friend in New Jersey might be able to provide the right circumstances as well as the right place. The objective for the week would be to convince him to let them have it. He was sure he could do it.
What I'll do, he thought, is promise Gayle to George and deal with George's hippy myself. Two girls in one night appealed to him. It should appeal to George, he concluded.
Dig had taken Gayle to the movies. And afterward they went back to their hidden spot on the mall of the park to make love. To their consternation, they found that the park had been renovated. Their secluded spot was ruined. It seemed as though the park water pond was being enlarged and most of the trees and all of the brush were being, or had been, removed. It was no good anymore. They did not find another spot easily, but drove around the general area of the park, looking for likely spots to park for a while.
Digby was getting restless and hornier as they drove up and down the lonely roads seeking something promising. Keeping his right hand in her twat, he brought her to a climax twice in twenty minutes. Finally, he was getting bored with the simple wetting of his fingers. He wanted to wet his cock.
"This is a load of shit." They were traversing previously-traveled streets.
"What's the matter?" He pulled his hand from her twat.
"I'm not going to waste this whole fucking night fingering you."
"But I like it."
"And it makes my fucking fingers get too fucking tired!"
"Would you promise me to stop using that word as the adjective for every fucking noun," she said laughing.
"Fuck you!"
"That's what I'm waiting for."
"And just where the hell am I supposed to do it?" He glared at her. "In the middle of Main Street? Or in your parents' living room?"
"Let's just forget it for tonight."
"Oh, yeah. Right! I just go forget it for tonight and go home the horniest prick in the world. I'll probably start jerking off all over the place. Like all over the fucking walls, which I won't let happen."
"Well, if that's the problem, I do know of a place."
"Where?"
"Look." Turning his head sharply, he glanced at her and saw her mouth gaping open. He laughed loudly. "That looks like a good idea. Now, I just want you to tell me how."
"Like this, baby, just like this," she smiled. "Get it?" She moved in closer, teasing him with her body, with her legs and feet on the floor. "Get it?" She moved in closer to his groin and squeezed it.
"Beautiful, baby." He was happy.
Her hands played with his pants until she was able to pull the zipper down and reach into his shorts. Her fingers found the flaccid organ and pulled it out, the cock hairs coming too.
He yelped with the pain as she tugged at his clothes to move them back and move the prick out so she could get at it. Finally, he felt the cock released from its confinement and exposed to the cool night air.
Moving her head over the prick, his belly and the wheel created a valley she could not penetrate.
"Push the seat back."
Releasing the lever, he put his hand on the wheel and grabbed it, replacing it with his right hand which had been caressing her. He was able to give her five inches.
"Just right."
"Now you can go to it."
Without a word from her, she bent her head down and pulled the cock further from his shorts with her head, using her teeth. It was too soft, she proceeded to alleviate that condition.
Opening her mouth wide, she prepared to engulf the whole thing, which was the only time she could take it all in-when it was limp. The soft flesh entered easily.
She sucked on it. For those few seconds when it would be hardening, she was able to lick at his balls, too, exposed with the cock.
But after the cock was in her mouth for a few seconds, it began growing and she could no longer reach his nuts. It began throbbing, and grew with each successful throb. It grew harder and harder ... longer and longer ... stiffer and stiffer.
Within two minutes the original two inches were now a stiff six and a half inches. She decided that she liked it better when it was hard. At least, she thought, it's something to chew on.
Sensations, he felt, were not conducive to driving. For each time she brushed the sensitive head against her teeth, he swerved the car slightly. The best time was when the cock was forced into her mouth, which happened whenever they hit a bump or pothole and the car jumped.
It was rich! His cock would go up with her head, but her mouth always landed on his cock with a soundless thud, being shoved to the back of her throat. She would gasp and pull it away and start licking all over again.
"Chew on it!"
She chewed.
"I'm going to come!" That he was shouting made little difference as the windows were closed. But the sensations made him want to scream and yell.
Hearing the words, she pulled her head away quickly, releasing it. It stood alone, waving slightly. He was all wet and coming-soon, very soon.
"What the fuck are you doing?" "I want this to last. When you shoot I want you to shoot like you never shot before!" "You're sick!"
"I'm horny and a cock-sucker. The cocks I suck have got to fuck my mouth real good."
"How the fuck am I not supposed to shoot for the next two hours?"
"Don't worry about it. I know how to do it.
"How come you didn't want to do it the other times?"
"Because all those other times you used to screw me. Now you can't. Shut up and drive and leave the sucking business to me."
Her mouth returned to the cock which was beginning to soften. She sucked on it again. For nearly an hour, while he drove, she sucked on it until just before it was ready to explode. Then, stopping, she rested both it and herself. She seemed to know just when to stop and just when to leave it alone.
For the entire time it throbbed. It begged for release but it never came.
Dig knew that it was ready to shoot for at least the tenth time, and this time he knew, too, that it would not be the same. This time he would shoot! And just when he knew the scum had gathered at the base of his rod, he removed his right hand from the small of her back and pressed her head so she could not move. That, too, told her that this time he would shoot for sure!
Forcefully pushing her head down as far as possible, his cock pounded against the back of her throat. Gasping for air, she bit the stem. In spite of the pain, he refused to release her.
Finally, he shot into her mouth. Sensations, which he had been holding for the last hour or more, were at last relieved. Scum burst forth in mounting spurts, choking the gasping girl. Each time she gasped, more slid down until he was empty.
Upon releasing her head, she stayed for the last few drops. He sighed as her tongue rasped across his softening organ, cleaning it.
"I want you to shoot again," was her first remark after she raised her head.
He turned and looked at her. "I don't think I could do it again."
"Don't worry. Let me handle the job." He was assured by her tone. She swallowed his cock again, sucking on it until the pain was almost unbearable for Dig.
At this point he was not sure if it was pain or pleasure. Obviously, he thought, he was experiencing something, but what that something was, he did not know. But she continued on him anyway.
Twisting around in the seat, he felt the new orgasm coming. It would be a beaut, he felt. So he prepared himself for it, clutching the wheel until his knuckles turned white.
With the car jerking from side to side on the road, Dig lifted his foot from the gas pedal and let the bucking auto roll to a stop. He knew if he had hit the brake, they both would have gone flying-perhaps through the windshield.
His hands ached and he felt the scum boiling in his balls. The tingling in his cock was unbearable as she sucked in the scum and licked the head.
"That's it!"
She continued sucking.
"Get it out! You're really killing me, stop!" Desperately, he yanked her off him by her hair.
"What's the matter?"
He quivered with unusual feeling. He told her it hurt too much. Of course, as soon as she let go, he shrank and within seconds his cock had disappeared into his bush. "I can't take it anymore." He massaged his burning-with pain, not desire-prick, controlling the almost stationary car with his left hand.
She was depressed that her fun for the night was over. They had no place to go so they could fuck in privacy, so they were condemned to drive around and try to find a place, or doing something to each other as they roamed.
"Finger me off again."
"Okay, but you'll have to straighten up."
She obeyed immediately, assuming the upright position beside him. His fingers slipped into her twat easily. But because of the excitement she had experienced while blowing him, she had come once already. Within minutes after inserting his fingers, she came again, sighing heavily.
She pressed her lips to his cheek and wearily gave him a kiss of thanks. It was late. Deciding to try the other spot he knew, which might be deserted by now, he made a U-turn on the street and headed back the way they'd come.
"Where are we going?"
"There's a place I know where we might be able to get in because it's so late." He glanced at his watch. It was after two o'clock. When they arrived at the knoll, he found it deserted.
"There's something wrong," he said, wrinkling his brow. Turning his lights off, he edged into the blank area and tried to see any reason why there was no one there at all.
"Over there! That's a car in the corner!"
Straining his eyes in the deep darkness, he thought he saw a silhouette of the red flasher above the roof.
"It's a cop car, I think." He circled until he was close enough to see well. Yes, dammit, he thought, there's the red bubble!
"Now what?"
"Now, I'm taking you home."
"So soon?"
"What else are we going to do? I don't know of any place where we can go that's nice and quiet."
"Don't you know someone-a friend? Someone who has an apartment?"
He thought for a minute. "Yeah. I have this friend-he has an apartment. He lives in Jersey, unfortunately, for us. It would be almost an hour there and back-two hours traveling. I don't know if he's home and I don't have keys to his place. Besides, he might want to use it himself occasionally. So, forget about it."
"Okay, for now," she replied. "But why don't you call him up sometime. Ask him if we can use the place a couple of times."
"Sure. Next week."
Dropping her off on her porch, and with a good night kiss, he promised her again that he would call his friend and ask about a double date. Driving home, he decided that the damned girl he was with was a nympho or something. At any rate, she was sure over-sexed.
So long as somebody somewhere sometime had an orgasm somewhere sometime and she was solely responsible for it, she was happy.
He turned to his friend. George, at twenty-four, lived with a hippy. They were not married, as far as he knew, and he supplied her with pot, bed and food in return for sex.
The girl was only seventeen and a runaway.
His friend had picked her up in the Village during the past summer. Bringing her to his place, he had clothed, washed and fed her. But he could not get rid of her.
As a permanent fixture in his place, both of them enjoyed, to mutual advantage, sex and shelter. And, who knows, he thought jealously, maybe even pot! He, George, wanted a constant sex outlet.
She wanted a constant sex inlet. Mutual satisfaction. Physically, he remembered, she was tiny and of average good looks. But, according to George, what she might obviously lack in physical appearance, she more than made up for in sexual output.
George's girl knew how it was for a man when he needed sex and when he's looking for something different.
Dig had never met George's girl-that is, to talk to her or have sex with her-most of what he knew of her he gleaned from George. His problem was that he saw George only on infrequent occasions, and always he saw him in the Village.
It was funny, he thought as it struck him, George never brought his girl to any of these parties or to the Village. But then, of course, he mused, she was much too young and not really the type. She did her thing whenever he didn't want sex from her.
Yes, Dig thought, I'll call George soon-some day this next week -- and ask if Gayle and I can come over for a visit some night.