It was just getting good dark as we arrived at the Park. Looking around, I did not see any other vehicles. That would change later as this was a popular Lover's Lane, but for now, Squeaky and I had it to ourselves. "Go over there.," Squeaky pointed at a picnic area with a table at one edge of the Park. It was one of the more private spots as no one could go past us and the closest table was several yards away.
Stopping the car next to the table I reached for Squeaky. As I pulled her to me and kissed her, it was as if she was melting into me. When we finally broke the kiss we were both breathing hard. Squeaky started licking the juices remaining around my mouth. She giggled. "You sure are a messy eater!"
I growled, "I'll show you how messy I can get!" As I tried to cup her pussy she slid across the seat and jumped out of the car.
She pulled her blouse and bra off, dropped her skirt, and hopped up on the picnic table. Giggling, "Momma says your supposed to eat at the table." I proceeded to do just that. As she lay back, I started biting her pussy lips, rolling my face around her pubes and smearing her juices all over my face. I licked. I sucked. I nibbled. I tongue fucked.
She started talking, almost babbling, encouraging me, how good this feels, do that some more, faster, slower, harder, things she had never said while we were in her bed at home. I had gauged what and how to do things by watching her and feeling her bodily reactions. I enjoyed her talking.
I slipped my arms under her legs, lifting until they were on my shoulders and I could reach her breasts to rub and massage them. Her hands were on the back of mine, urging them on. She was panting, begging me to squeeze and pinch her boobies. I slipped one hand down to her pussy and inserted a finger, then two. "Yes! Yes! Do it!" she said loudly. Fucking her with my fingers, jamming them in and out, I started rubbing her clit with my flattened tongue. She screamed, bucked and her legs clamped tight on my head.
I maintained a gentle rhythmic squeezing of a breast, her nipple pinched between my fingers, and a light steady pressure on her clit as she came down from her high. After her breathing had slowed and she relaxed, she whispered, "God, Bro, you can make a mess like that anytime you want to."
She sat up, kissed me hungrily, then pushed me back. She threw her head up and yelled at the top of her lungs, "My brother just ate my cunny! I love it!" She kissed me again. "I hate it when I have to be so quiet at home. I want to scream and shout, so everyone will know how good you make me feel!"
Laughing, "I think you just told half of the city!"
"My turn." She started stripping my clothes off. Putting all of the discarded clothes in the car, she pointed to the table. I jumped on it and she inhaled me. Pulling up and sucking only the head, running her tongue around and around it, she paused, "I want you to last a long, long time on the raft."
"Keep that up," I told her, "and I won't last long here."
"Good." She went back to her sucking while jacking with her hand and tonguing and sucking the head until I started shooting into her mouth. She continued until she could coax no more from me. Licking her lips, smiling, she softly said, "You like?" At my nod and kiss, she continued, "We're not supposed to swim on a full stomach, but let's do it anyway."
Hand in hand we walked into the water and began swimming to the raft. Stopping twice to kiss and sinking under the water, we finally made it. As Squeaky reclined on the raft the pale moonlight caressed her body, turning it into a silver statue except for the rise and fall of her breasts. Seeing the moonbeams highlighting and shadowing her curves created an aching desire in my soul.
I started licking around the bottom of her breast, going in circles, wetting it with my saliva as I breathed through my mouth, letting the passing air cool the dampened area. I circled but did not touch the areola or nipple. "Don't tease me. Lick it! Suck it!" she pleaded. I gave the other breast the same treatment.
Squeaky's fingers were in my hair, scratching, massaging my scalp. My head was bobbing up and down, following her breast as her breathing became more rapid. I raised slightly and let a dollop of spit drop on the nipple. I blew on it and watched goosebumps form on the flesh. She warned me, "I'll get you, you tease."
I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could get. Sucking hard and tonguing her nipple, I slowly raised my head, pulling, stretching her with suction as I rose. I bite the nipple gently with my teeth, maintained suction, and continued pulling up, stretching the breast until it finally popped from my mouth.
As it popped out, Squeaky screamed, "My brother is sucking my booby! It feels so good!" I moved to the other one, doing the same thing, as she screamed again, "He's sucking the other one! It feels great. I love it!"
I was laughing hard as I told her. "Keep that up, and I won't be able to get it up."
She kissed me. A tender, sweet, loving kiss, but with undertones of the deep passion we both felt. Quietly, "Make love to me, now, slow, gentle, long lasting love." As I rolled over on her my dick popped into her. No fumbling, no hunting for the entrance, it was just in.
I rocked back and forth a few times, going a little deeper each time, getting more lube from her juices with each thrust, until I was finally completely buried. I stopped then, to enjoy the touch of our bodies, to bask in the wonderful sensations bathing my dick.
Holding me tightly, Squeaky whispered in my ear, "I love how you always stop now. Letting me get used to you. Letting me savor the moment. Letting me feel your love. I love how you fill me up. You feel so good in me."
I whispered back, "Ditto, Squeaky, ditto." Ditto, our secret word. It means 'I love you'. We can say it at almost any time and no one else knows what we mean. I was not about to tell her I stopped for my own pleasure, so I could relish my own feelings, of being in her, her body against mine, her breasts pressed against me. No, but I get pleasure from giving her pleasure, from sharing her pleasure, as she does mine.
We started moving together, back and forth, in and out, enjoying the friction of our movements. I was pulling out until the head of my dick was barely confined, then back into her depths, feeling her cling to me with her grip as I slipped out, feeling her stretching and squeezing me as I slid back into her.
Her thighs were rubbing mine as her legs raised and lowered in cadence, while her heels were pulling against the back of my thighs, forcing me tighter, deeper into her. If these feelings could be put in containers, other than our minds and memories, we could get rich from selling them.