Tom Allison - Wild family

Steve knelt on the floorboards beneath the back seat, squeezing Donna's asscheeks and keeping his mouth glued to the sopping fissure of her cunt. Eagerly he tongued and sucked and kissed her gurgling pussy, bringing Donna closer and closer to the umpteenth cum of the night.

"S-s-suck it!" Donna pleaded. She grunted loudly and bucked her ass, pulling Steve's hair, trying to get more of her reeking, burning pussy into his mouth. "Oh yes, I'm so close, don't stop now! Suck my cunt! Shh, ahh, nnnggggg!"

Kneading the rounded checks of her ass, Steve lapped up the juices that flowed from her pink fuck-hole. His tongue rolled around her pussylips, then centered on the stiffened bud of her clit. Steve licked her clit as hard as he could, making Donna shiver and shake in ecstasy.

"Cumming," she whined. She humped her ass in an animalistic frenzy of lust, fucking her cunt all over Steve's face. "Unhhhh, Steve, suck meee! Cuuummmiiinnnggg!"

The cum lasted at least a half-minute. Donna shuddered convulsively, gasping and panting, losing herself for a moment in the flickering colors that danced before her eyes. But as soon as the cum subsided she immediately began to think of Steve's big dick, of how good it would feel to have it inside the cum-filled heat of her pussy.

"You can fuck me now," she said simply. Donna spread her legs farther apart and stared with shameless hunger at the bloated lump of his hard-on in his slacks. "Come on, Steven, hurry! I'm so horny! I've got to get inside! It's after midnight now! If I miss my curfew my uncle's gonna kill me!"

"Your Goddamn uncle," Steve said bitterly, fumbling with his pants. "I hate that asshole."

"Fuck meeee!"

Donna helped Steve pull his pants and jockey shorts down to his knees. His cock was big and red and incredibly stiff, like the fat, purplish knob was about to start spurting jism at any moment. The mere sight of his prick filled Donna's cunt with another tide of juice. There was nothing she loved more than having his throbbing cock pumping deep inside her.

Awkwardly, Steve knelt on the seat between Donna's thighs. Unceremoniously he fit his spongy cockhead against her pussy and rubbed it up and down the hairy gash, moaning as he felt the wetness merge with the juice that oozed from her cunt-tunnel.

Then he fit his cum-oozing knob into her slit and fell forward, with one thrust ramming all of his prick into the encasing wetness of her pussy.

"Unhhh!" Donna gasped. She bucked, as if she'd been shot, shuddering convulsively as here cunt was suddenly packed with the thickness of Steve's dick. Then she began to pump her ass. "Do it how," she panted. "Fuck me, fuck me, do it haaard!"

They had very little time. Soon the light would come on in the Morrow living room, and Donna's visiting Uncle Frank would come out to see what was keeping them. Steve immediately began to fuck Donna's cunt as hard as he could.

Their bellies heaved and slapped sweatily together as they humped, the whole car bounced up and down as it sat next to the curb. Skillfully now, Donna worked her ass, lifting her pussy in time with the downward thrusts of Steve's cock. His dick grew stiffer and bigger every time he buried it in her cunt. He was already close to popping his rocks.

"Cum in me!" Donna begged. She spread Steve's asscheeks and shamelessly fingered his asshole, working her index finger deep inside the hairy, puckered ring. "Go ahead, Steven, pump your cum in my pussy! I want to feel you spurting! Ungggghh! You fuck me so good! Harder! Harder, awwwww!"

"Cumming now," Steve groaned. His throbbing dick grew to absolute, painful stiffness, and his nuts tightened between his legs. He began to pump Donna's pussy deep and hard, withdrawing his cock nearly all the way before burying it again in the sucking grip of her fuck-hole. "Ahhh yes, I feel it! Any second…"

But Steve pulled his cock out too far, and the head popped out of Donna's pussy. His rigid, pulsating meat lay across her cunt. The next thing she knew, he was spurting his load of cum all over her belly.

"Aggghhhhh!" he gasped.

Donna looked down in mingled fascination and horror. Repeatedly the bursts of jism cascaded out of his bloated knob, gushing in and around and above her navel. As she watched, his cum-slit seemed to open and close, releasing the gushers of juice. When his cum was finally over, her belly was covered in jism.

"Ahhhhh," Steve sighed. "Christ, was that good! Sorry about that, honey."

"Goddamn it, Steven!" Donna pulled a handkerchief out of her pants pocket and immediately tried to wipe up the puddle of jism on her stomach. "Why'd you have to pull out like that? You know about my uncle! Oh, God! Help me clean this up! I've got to get inside!"

Together Steve and Donna did their best to clean up the cum, as well as eliminate any other evidence that they had just fucked in the back seat. But when Donna climbed out of the car a minute later, it was obvious that she had been doing something. Her hair was mussed; her clothes were rumpled. Worse, the smell of pussy and jism seemed to follow her as she walked.

"Tomorrow!" Steve yelled, pulling away from the curb. A minute later Donna was alone.

"Now I'm probably gonna have to talk to my Goddamn uncle!" Donna swore angrily under her breath, and sashayed up the walkway to her house, doing her best to keep her skirt down over her naked ass. For the past month Frank Morrow had been "house-sitting" and keeping an eye on Donna, while her family vacationed in Hawaii.

At first Donna had welcomed the idea, believing that Frank would be much looser with her than her mom and dad. Now she couldn't wait for them to get home. Even her parents had never been as strict with her as her uncle.

He scented to live for the sole purpose of keeping an eye on her. He even had bed checks! Donna had trouble believing that such a tall, handsome forty-five-year-Old could behave like such an old prude. He'd been young once, hadn't he? Why couldn't he understand what it was like being a teenager?

The hallway was dark as Donna entered the house. She padded quickly toward the stairs, hoping to make it to her upstairs bedroom before Frank could accost her. The light shone from under the door of the den. If she just moved quickly.

"Oh, Donna!" It was her uncle's voice, soft and authoritarian. "Would you come in here for a moment, please? I want to speak with you."

Damn it! Donna paused, sighed resignedly, and moved toward the door of the den. Now she was going to have to stand still like a good girl while her uncle lectured her. Have you been necking with your boyfriend again? What happened to your old boyfriend? Why are your clothes so rumpled? She could hear the questions already. Just because her parents were in Hawaii didn't give him the right to act like her father.

Frank Morrow sat in an easy chair before a big wooden desk, clasping his hands in his lap. He wore his "casual" outfit of loose khaki slacks and a cardigan sweater. His expression was typical, both benign and severe.

"Stand right there, Donna," Frank said, "or have a seat if you like. I know you're tired, but there are a few questions I'd like to ask you."

Donna stood directly, before him and smoothed down her short skirt, praying fervently that he wouldn't realize she wore no panties. In his presence she couldn't help feeling shy and afraid. He was such astern figure.

"I see that you and Steven were parked out in front of the house again," Frank began smoothly. "What were you doing out there?"

"Talking," Donna whispered.

"Talking? Couldn't you talk on the date?"

"I noticed, when I looked, that Steven's car seemed to be moving up and down. Why would that be?"

Donna felt a crimson blush of embarrassment flooding her cheeks. "We were just talking."

"You certainly are an athletic conversationalist, in that case," Frank said, managing a faint smile. "Tell me the truth, Donna. You were petting with him out there. Same pretty heavy petting. You let him feel you up, didn't you?"