Donna Allen: An orgy family-style

"No, Chuck, we really shouldn't."

"Jesus, Pam, sometimes you act like a virgin."

"Well, someone could see us. My mother could come out…"

"You ought to stop letting your mother control you." He lowered his lips to hers. "Honest, Pam, you're not a kid any more. There are teenagers who fuck around more than you do."

"Oh, Chuck." The blonde touched her hand to the back of his neck and encouraged his kisses.

At first his kisses were gentle, but after a moment his lips became insistent. His arms held her tightly and his hands fondled her tits.

"Give me your tongue," he said as he tried forcing his tongue into her barely parted lips.

She couldn't resist, and in a moment her pointed tongue was buried in his mouth. "Oh, Chuck, you always do this to me," she said.

"Baby, if you'd go to a motel like normal women, we wouldn't have to do it in a car."

"I can't go to a motel with you." His hand was inside her bra, caressing her bare tit.

They were in the back seat of Chuck's car. He eased her down on the seat, his hard cock pulsating against her thigh. As usual he took her hand and lowered it to his prick. Even through his pants, the feel of his hard cock made her tremble.

Pam Rider was twenty-eight, single, and lived with her widowed mother. Maggie Rider still treated her like a child, and in many ways she was one.

She had been going with Chuck for two years, and, although they fucked at least twice a week, she never let him into her room. Since he lived with his mother too, the only alternative was a motel. Pam couldn't shake off her mother's admonitions, so they usually wound up fucking in the back seat of his Chevy.

Now Chuck groaned as she squeezed his prick through his pants. "Take it out," he said.

Her tongue streaked into his mouth. She glanced at her house and then at the one next door. Her brother and his family lived next door. Not only did she have her mother watching over her, she had her older brother Bob, too.

Even now, as Chuck squeezed her naked tit, she thought about her mother's warnings. Soon Chuck would put his hand between her legs and touch her there. She could never resist that.

One day they'll see us doing it in the car, and mother will kill me, she thought. Bob and his wife Judy had three children. Jimmy was the eldest, then Billy and Penny. Lately the teenagers had teased her about being an old-maid, and maybe they were right. Chuck wanted to marry her, but she kept putting him off. She liked him enough, but wasn't there more to life?

Her tits tingled as he manipulated her nipples. He had unbuttoned her blouse, and was in the process of unhooking her bra.

"Someone might see us," she whispered as he cupped her tits in his hands.

"You say that every time. If you'd marry me, we wouldn't have to worry about being caught."

"Oh, Chuck, don't start that again." She felt the warm wetness between her legs. At moments like this she was tempted to agree to his marriage proposal.

The crotch of her panties had worked its way inside her cuntlips. She felt the friction on her clit and wriggled around frantically.

"Why not get married?" he said.

"Because I can't leave my mother, and you know it."

He snickered. "Your mother lives next door to your brother. And besides, she's a pretty hip lady. She can take care of herself."

"Just because she's so pretty and dresses so well doesn't mean she can live alone. She's really been lost since my father died."

Chuck snorted. "Jesus, Pam, why can't you see what everyone else sees? Your mother is a sexy chick who gets plenty of cock."

Pam stiffened. "Don't you talk about my mother like that!"

"Okay, okay, I won't, but I won't wait forever. One of these days your mother will find someone to marry and then she'll leave you. By then you might not be able to find someone who wants you. You're not getting any younger, you know."

Her body screamed for relief, but his words turned her blood cold. "Damn you, Chuck, we're making love and all you can do is talk against my mother."

"Jesus, Pam, it's so damn uncomfortable here in the car. If you'd marry me we could get our own place and do it on a nice comfortable bed."

"Comfort! Is that all you think about? Your comfort? What about me?"

"I am thinking about you." He yanked his zipper down and grabbed her hand. "Here. Squeeze it."

Angry as she was, she still couldn't resist taking his cock in her fist. "Well, don't nag me any more about marriage."

"Okay, honey. Jesus, that feels good when you do that. Touch my cockhead here. Yeah, use your thumb on the ridge. Should I put it in now?"

"Not yet." Her pussy throbbed at the feel of his prick. She wanted it inside her, but she wanted to punish him too. It would serve him right if she only let him finger her. Yes, that was what she'd do. She'd give him a hand job. Then maybe next time he wouldn't nag her about Mother.

Old memories flashed through her mind as she pumped his cock. When she was a teenager her mother had caught her in bed with a boyfriend.

"Slut!" Maggie had screamed. "You'll go to hell for this!"

A week later, Pam had watched her mother getting her ass reamed. Maggie frequently brought men to the house after her husband died, but she pretended to be a virtuous, mourning widow. All this had affected the teenager. Now she was a grown woman with sexual hang-ups, still living under the thumb of her mother.

"Can I put it in now?" Chuck panted.

"Why do you always have to ask?" she hissed.

"Jesus, I'm only trying to do what you want."

"Did it ever occur to you that you aren't aggressive enough?"

"I'm sorry, hon. Jesus, you sure know how to handle a cock."

"Let me pump it a little longer."

Her mind drifted back several years. "Boys have no respect for girls who are too easy," Maggie had said.

Pam had bitten her lip and said nothing. Maggie had brought men home and sometimes they stayed all night. But mother and daughter never discussed it, and Maggie insisted she was living the life of a nun.

Now Chuck straddled her, using his knee to force her thighs apart. "Careful," she said. "Bob's car isn't in the driveway. That means he's working late and might drive up any minute."

"Your brother knows you're a big girl."

He grappled with her panties, but she was still intent on teaching him a lesson. "Wait a minute, I'll do it," she said.

"Please, honey, let me put in inside you," he said.

"I think we better just use our hands tonight."

"Aw, shit, a hand job is for kids." Again he tried prying her legs apart and again she squeezed them together.

"What if my brother finds us like this? I'd be humiliated."

"Your brother knows the score. Aw, come on, hon. Let me put it in." He tried pushing his cock between her thighs, but she twisted to the side.

"No, just your finger."

"Okay, if you insist."

She sucked in her breath when he touched his fingers to her slit. One of his fingers separated her cuntlips and touched her slick folds.

"You're so wet, hon. Are you sure you don't want me to stick it in?"

When he began climbing over her, she pushed his hand away. "No. Just your finger. You promised."

Why do I do this to Chuck and more important why do I do it to myself? she thought. I want his prick inside me. I want it all the time, not just a few times a week. If only… oh, damn!

"I feel your little clit, hon," he said. "It's like a little cock."

She lurched up, thrusting her cunt at his hand. "Just keep rubbing it like that," she urged.

His fingers slipped around her wet pussy. He pushed his index finger into her cunthole and rubbed her clit.

"That's nice," she said.