Donna Allen: An orgy family-style

"Can't I put it in?" he whined.

It was tempting, but she wanted to punish him. "No, only your finger."

Why do I let Mother rule my life? she thought even as Chuck frigged her. I'm a grown woman, not a kid. Why do I make such a big deal about Chuck fucking me?

But she knew she was under Maggie's spell. That was why she continued going with Chuck. She saw lots of men she found attractive, men whose eyes followed her on the street. But when they approached her, she backed off. She was frightened and needy at the same time.

So here she was in the back seat of Chuck's car, about to come all over his fingers while Maggie was getting laid almost every night. It wasn't fair.

Now Chuck moved a second finger into her snatch. "Is it good for you?" he said, his fingers knuckle-deep inside her.

"Yes," she admitted grudgingly, bucking her ass.

"Won't you let me fuck you?" he pleaded.

Her long blonde hair tumbled around her face as she thrashed her legs in the air. "I said only your finger."

"What about me?" he said. "My balls are turning blue."

"Give me your cock." Fumbling around, she closed her fingers around his prick and started beating his meat.

"You give the best hand-job in town," he said.

The blood and muscle comprising his prick pulsated in her fist. "How many girls in town have brought you off?"

He flushed in the dark. "Aw, not many, Pam. You know you're the only girl for me."

By now his piss-slit was leaking, wetting her hand and weakening her resolve. It's not fair, she thought. I'm taking my frustrations with Maggie out on Chuck. She squeezed his cock, moving his cockskin up and down his pole.

"I want it inside me," she whispered.

He grinned. "You do," he said, beginning to mount her.

"But I can't let you do it tonight," she finished. "Move your fingers in and out faster. We can't stay here like this much longer."

Frustrated, but blinded by love, Chuck corkscrewed his fingers in and out of the blonde's twat while his thumb flicked her clit.

Trembling, she pushed her cunt against his hand as each moment brought her closer to orgasm. While he frigged her, she pumped his cock.

"Keep rubbing me," she panted. "Don't stop. Yes! Yes! Keep doing that!"

"Are you going to come, hon?"

"In a minute."

"Aw, baby, you're so juicy and hot down there. I can even smell you. You smell so good and hot. Can't I even kiss you down there?"

"Not tonight."

She tilted her ass back as her excitement mounted. She fumbled in the darkness in an attempt to caress his balls.

As her pulse quickened, her pussy spasmed around his fingers. The contractions in her gash took her breath away and she cried out her passion.

"Oh, darling!" she hissed.

"Hon, keep pumping my cock!"

"Come on my hands," she said, pumping vigorously.

"Don't stop." His teeth clenched and his eyes were shut tight.

He bucked his ass as he came, drenching her hand. She was sorry now that she hadn't let him fuck her. She loved it when he came inside her.

It was all Maggie's fault. Oh, Mother, you're ruining my life!

Some of his jism dripped onto her skirt. Maggie would be sure to see it and comment on what Maggie called her school-girl crush.

"Don't get it all over me," she said.

"Jesus, hon, I can't help it," he said.

He collapsed on top of her, one leg on the floor and his face against her breast. "I can't breathe," she said, but his warm breath on her tits felt good so she didn't push him away.

"Are you okay, hon?" he said.

"I guess so, but my skirt…"

He tried wiping the come from her skirt. "I'm sorry, babe. Maybe your mom won't notice it."

"She always examines my clothes after I go out with you."

"Jesus Christ, you're a grown woman."

"Don't start that again." Using all her strength she pushed his head off her chest.

He sat back while she straightened up and proceeded to arrange her clothes. They were silent, each wrapped up in their own thoughts.

"Saturday night a friend of mine is going out of town," he said after a while.

She hooked her bra and buttoned her blouse.

"So?"

"We can use his apartment."

Old memories flooded her again. Maggie cautioning her not to be too easy. Maggie warning her that girls who gave it away seldom got someone to marry them.

"I don't think so," Pam said now, patting the moist spot on her skirt. "It just wouldn't be right."

"Aw, hon, we do it in the car all the time. What's so wrong about using a friend's pad?"

"What's wrong is that going to an apartment makes it all seem so planned."

"But, hon, we fuck all the time."

"But I'm just overcome, is all," she snapped. "I don't plan on doing it. It just happens."

Silence. "I don't want to fight with you, hon."

"Then don't," she said.

"I'm sorry about what I said about your mother."

Her affection for him overcame her anger. "Please be patient a little longer," she said, opening the car door. "One of these days I'll be ready to marry you. Just give me a little more time."

He kissed the tip of her nose. "Just don't keep me dangling too long, hon. I love you and I want to take care of you, but this car business is getting to me."

They climbed out of the car. Chuck began following her up the walk, but she stopped him. "Mother's light is on," she said. "She doesn't like it when you come in at this hour."

In truth she knew there was a man with Maggie. A man by the name of Roger. But she had no intention of telling Chuck.

"Goodnight, hon," he said.

"Goodnight, Chuck." She turned and began walking toward the house.

She fumbled in her purse for her keys as he drove off. Bob still hadn't come home. As she opened the door she thought about her older brother. She looked upon him as a father figure as well as a brother. At times like this she even admitted she found him sexually attractive.

Oh, Mother, you've really messed me up, she thought as she entered the house.

It was quiet except for the sound of Maggie giggling upstairs. Roger never said much, but whenever he spent the night Maggie giggled incessantly.

Weary, depressed and still horny, she climbed the stairs to her room. Her tits heaved as she breathed deeply. Maggie treated her like a child, but Maggie had a very active sex life. It wasn't fair. Chuck was right. Maggie was a hypocrite.

Maybe I ought to have a talk with Bob, she thought. Yes, Bob will know what I should do. He's so wise to the ways of the world.

"Is that you, Pam, dear?" her mother trilled.

Pam paused outside Maggie's room. "Yes, Mother, it's me."

"Have you been out in the car with Chuck all this time? It's late, dear. You're going to ruin your reputation."

Pam heard Roger chuckle and she flushed. Biting her lip to keep from retorting angrily, she tossed her hair back. "Don't worry about my reputation, Mother. I'm going to bed now. It is late."

"Goodnight, dear," Maggie called out.

"Goodnight, Mother," Pam said wearily. "Sleep well."

Judy Rider settled down on the bed and lit a cigarette. She was bored with the late night television talk show and restless.

From time to time she glanced out the window. Pam and Chuck were still grappling in Chuck's Chevy. Poor Pam. Past thirty and still under the thumb of her mother.

Not that my life is so wonderful, Judy thought ruefully. Bob never seems to come home any more. I wonder if he really is working late. If he doesn't come home soon and fuck me I'll go crazy.

She inhaled deeply, seething with a frustration that was becoming part of her everyday life. Knowing Pam was probably getting fucked didn't help.

Still, she didn't envy her sister-in-law. Pam was almost an old-maid, although the term was no longer used much. Even though Bob was neglecting her lately, Judy had to admit she still had a fine life. She had two adorable sons sleeping nearby and a popular teenage daughter.