When Scott wheeled the car into the driveway of his brother's house, he honked the horn. He and Pam took a minute getting their things together and getting out of the car. Still neither Russ nor Barb had come out to greet them and Scott thought that strange.
"Think they're home?" Pam asked, straightening her shirt and shouldering her purse.
"They knew we'd be here, that's for sure," Scott said, slamming the car door and striding toward the front door. "Ah fuck!"
"What?" Pam called out.
"They had to go over to Barb's sister's place for a while. They suggest we go down to the bar on the corner and have a drink and wait. Some reception! Locked out of my own brother's house!"
Pam gave her new husband a hug, trying to calm him. When he didn't respond to her gentle caress, she let her hands move down the front of his body and cup his crotch.
"Maybe we should just wait for them in the car, know what I mean?"
Getting her meaning exactly, Scott balled up the note and threw it into the shrubbery. Then he took Pam into his arms and held her close. Already his big prick was swelling, pressed between their warm bodies.
"Not a bad idea," he said. "Been a while since I did it in a car."
He led Pam down off the steps and back over to the driveway.
"Front seat or back?" Pam asked, pausing before opening the appropriate door.
Scott thought over all the erotic possibilities and pros and cons.
"Front," he finally said, and Pam opened the door and slid across the big front seat into the driver's position.
Right away she reached up under her summer shirt and jerked down her panties. Then she slid the seat back as far as it would go and tilted it back.
"What are you waiting for?" she teased, tossing her wet panties into Scott's face. "Russ and Barb might be back any minute. Hurry up!"
"Okay, okay," he said, slamming the door closed behind them and then struggling out of his pants.
"Oh yeahhhhh!" Scott sighed.
Pam squeezed harder and a little pearl of cum bubbled up from his prick. It sat on the end of his slitted prick-head until she leaned down and licked it clean away with one quick swipe of her pointed tongue.
"Ummm," Scott moaned, working his fingers through her curly hair. "Take some more."
Ignoring him, Pam just licked all around his prick-tip. Her tongue went up under the head of his prick and circled around, arousing all the sensitive nerves there. Her hands held onto the shaft of his prick, keeping it standing straight up so she could work it over more easily.
Gradually her tongue began to move down the shaft of his prick. The skin on the shaft of his cock was stretched taut with arousal and Pam loved its silky texture. Her tongue slithered all around, bumping and dancing over the ruddy surface of his prick-shaft, tracing along the pounding purple veins.
Scott wiggled around on the plush seat of the car. His naked ass bounced up and down and he spread his legs.
As she took in more of his prick, Pam's face grew contorted and sexy-looking. When the head of his prick poked at one or the other of her creamy checks, her face bulged out. He put his hands on the sides of her face, feeling how she worked to bring his cock such incredible pleasure.
"That's it, baby, that's just fine," he said softly, his eyes rolling back in his head. "You sure do that good, Pam."
Pam knew she did give good head and she also knew the reason why – because she liked it. Having a prick in her mouth was almost as good as having one in her pussy. She loved the taste and the feel of cock and now, as she ran her tongue around her husband's prick-tip, she knew she liked this particular cock best of all of them.
As she crouched on the floor of the car, her body curled up at her husband's feet, she felt her pussy heating up. Her pussy was naked under her skirt and, the harder and more heartily she sucked on Scott's prick, the more she felt it in her own cunt. She shimmied her thighs together, trying to bring herself a little peace. But, instead of calming her galloping lust, she only managed to arouse herself a little more.
Scott noticed her motions and knew what they meant. She's turning on, he thought, excited by the idea that he didn't even have to touch Pam for her to get hot. He thrust with his hips, feeding her his cock, thinking that he was doing her a favor.
And, in a way, he was, because the more cock Pam had – whether in her mouth or in her cunt – the better she liked it.
She sucked all around his prick, most of his cock-shaft in her mouth by now. She puckered her cheeks all around his prick-meat, caressing it with the inside of her soft mouth. Lovingly, she moaned around his cock, adding to heron and her husband's growing sexual arousal.
Her tongue circled around his prick-shaft, slithering along the ultra-sensitive underside.
Scott groaned and grunted, too, thrilled by the job her mouth was doing on his prick. He punched his hips at her, feeding her the last bit of his mighty prick-shaft.
"Mmmmm!" Pam exclaimed, her eyes flashing up a look of caution at him.
But Scott didn't care if he fed her too much cock-meat. She had started this and now he was going to finish it. Scott bore down on her harder, loving it when she started to struggle.
Pam pushed back against the edge of the seat, trying to get away. She felt like Scott's surging prick might kill her. Already it was shutting off her air and making her feel giddy. But she couldn't seem to break free of it.
His hand held her head tightly, the fingers bent in against her skull. His crotch kept bucking, making her take his prick whether she wanted to or not.
"Ahhhh!" she cried around his prick, her fists hitting the insides of his thighs.
She looked up at him, her eyes watery with anger and fear. Her pretty face was flushed bright red and her nostrils were dilated, trying desperately to compensate for the lack of air she could take in through her mouth.
Scott loved it when she looked so disheveled, so helpless, so sexy. He loved it when he knew that she realized the power of his sex and his prick. He would gladly have kept her that way forever if he hadn't been afraid she might die. Grudgingly, he pulled his prick back suddenly, leaving only the very tip between Pam's purplish, gasping lips.
"You fucker!" she panted, a more normal color returning to her face. "Divorce me if you want, but don't kill me!"
Scott delighted in her anger.
"Came on, honey," he said, taking hold of the back of her head again, "just a little more cock-sucking, okay? I didn't come yet."
"You pig!" she said, feeling weak as the blood rushed back to her brain.
"Come on, baby," Scott cooed, reaching forward and flipping up the front of her dress. His fingers massaged her hairy cunt-crack. "Please?"
Pam listened not to his words but to the pounding of her heart. She became aware of the nice way he was stroking her pussy and how good it made her feel. Like a bad dream, his previous cruelty was slowly forgotten and the pleasant sensations of his fingers on her cunt came to the fore.
"Ummmm, that's nice!" she said, bouncing with his fingers, her cunt soft and wet now. "But I don't want to do any more head right now, sweetie. Let's fuck!"
Looking up at him like a naughty little girl when she said the big word, her eyes danced, making Scott laugh.
He stabbed two of his fingers deep up into her cunt and then brought them to her face. They were slick and dripping with her fragrant pussy-juices and he rubbed them across her perky lips.
"Taste yourself," he said.
Obediently Pam did as he asked, sticking out her tongue and running it all around his creamy fingers. A strong taste filled her senses, and Scott rolled his fingers around in her mouth, making sure she got all of her essence from them. Watching her lick up her own cunt-cream got his prick harder than ever before.
"Okay, baby, that's good. Now come on up here," he said, putting his hands under her arms and hauling her forward.
Pam knelt over him, his cock homing in on her cunt-hole as if it had radar. Automatically pointing at just the right angle for penetration, his prick stood up straight as she lowered herself down onto it.
The couple sighed as their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. For Pam, all the suffering she had done before was now worth it as she once again felt the wonder of having his prick deep inside her. For Scott, it was another great fuck, he could already tell.
Flipping her flowered skirt up in back, he put his hands against the cool cheeks of her ample ass. Then, setting her ass in motion, he started fucking.
Pam rolled her hips with him, following his lead. Her eyes rolled with ecstasy and her cunt drooled with joy. There was nothing like having a big, meaty prick shoved up deep inside of her. It was all that made life worth living.
"So good," she sighed, her tits rolling underneath her light blouse. "God, that's nice."
Scott smiled at the sexy tone of her voice. Whatever he did, she loved it. He humped his hips a little, sending his prick surging forward in her cunt. Immediately her face registered even more joy and excitement.
His fingers gouged into the cheeks of her ass, their tips in a line along the crack. He could feel the sweat and fuck-juices that ran down through that sexy channel and his finger slipped around on them. One finger poked at the pucker of her ass and he felt her whole body jump.
"Scott!" she exclaimed. "Stop it!"
He laughed, knowing she considered her asshole off limits.
"Okay, okay," he said with a chuckle.
Vain lifted herself up, allowing his prick only the mouth of her cunt to fuck. She bounced up and down, taking the tip of his prick into her body over and over. The sensitive nerves all around the mouth of her cunt tightened and quivered at so much concentrated attention.
An orgasm began to swell deep inside of her, but before it had a chance to form, Scott pulled his hands away from her ass and clamped them around her waist. Then, again proving his superior strength, he crammed Pam down tight around his prick, making her take all of his cock-shaft in one sudden, savage dive.
"Oh!" she cried in surprise and disappointment.
"Yeah," Scott replied, misunderstanding her, "feels great, huh?"
But, even if it hadn't felt so good at first, even. Pam had to admit that, after a few fine fuckstrokes, it was indeed pleasant. She began to move with him again, no longer fighting him or thinking of her own selfish satisfaction. She moved as he moved, fucking forward and back at whatever tempo he set for them.
His cock was totally engulfed in her cunt tunnel. She sighed and moaned, her lost orgasm appearing again, in a more defined shape than ever. Their breathing very loud in the enclosed car, Pam fucked at him with her heart and soul.
Scott, too, panted and groaned. The weight of his wife's body forced her down onto his crotch harder than usual, making his prick fill her cunt-tunnel to the utmost. The head of his prick opened up the collapsed walls of her cunt tunnel with every forward push, and, each time he fucked into her, it was as good as it had been the very first time. Her elastic cunt-channel held his prick very tightly, making their fucking better and better.
"Mmmm, fuck me," Pam mumbled, her eyes closed and her head rolling loosely on her shoulders. "God, that feels so good, God that feels so nice!"
She let her weight fall on him, making herself extra heavy to make sure she had all the cockshaft she could take. She felt filled to the brim with cock. The head of his prick hit one pink, padded wall of her cunt and then banged against the other.
Scott liked what she was doing to and with his prick, too. He kept his fucking strokes straight and true, not letting himself be influenced by her funny little motions.
Scott's hands were still around his wife's waist, feeling and helping her move. Her blouse was still tucked neatly into the waistband of her skirt, and now those layers of fabric were soaked with sweat.
Scott still wore his shin, too, and he could feel it sticking to his back against the seat. He wiggled back against it, feeling how it stuck to his skin and made him tickle. Then, realizing how hot Pam must be, he untucked her blouse and ran his hands up to her tits.
"Ummmm," she sighed, "yesssss."
Her large tits were held captive in her heavy bra, but Scott knew how to free them. He tripped the front clasp between the big cups and her tit-flesh sprang forth, slick and sexy with sweat.
"Oh baby!" he said, one hand on either of her wet, creamy tit-mounds. "Bet that feels better."
Pam couldn't answer. Now she felt completely free, and her fucking motions reflected that freedom. She rocked back and forth crazily, fucking at Scott with new might and urgency.
Forced to keep up with her, Scott fucked faster, too. His hands held onto her chest, his fingers against her back, his thumbs stroking across her spiked nipples. His mouth hung open and he panted hotly, his mind a blur of fucking.
Having her nipples stroked was the final straw for Pam. All at once she jammed herself down on her husband's prick and her orgasm tore through her.
Shuddering waves of sensations pounded through her cunt-tunnel and their reverberations sounded all through her system.
She shuddered and jumped, her body alive with raw energy. Cunt-cream poured down around Scott's ever-fucking prick and the two of them moaned and grunted.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!" Pam mumbled, tremors causing her to twist and shout. "Ohhhh!"
Scott felt the resounding motions of her climax on the inside as well as on the outside of her body. His prick kept moving through her cunt-tunnel and her orgasm encouraged his, making it impossible to keep from coming, too.
"Baby!" he grunted, still fucking her. "This is it!"
Pam pushed down on his crotch, surrounding his prick as completely as possible in her still quivering cunt-meat. Then she heard the change in her husband's breathing and felt his prick pull back and then leap forward in the dark depths of her inner pussy-channel.
"Mmmmmmm!" Scott moaned, his lips clamped shut over his teeth. "Mmmmmmm!"
Pam rode it out with him, enjoying his climax almost as much as she enjoyed her own. She loved the way he panted and huffed, as if this might be the last thing he ever did.
Scott's climax lasted and lasted, filling her with shudders of ecstasy and great gobs of cum. She could feel them swimming around up inside her and she wiggled, liking their soft, squishy feel.
Then, as her mind cleared, she looked up out the back window of the car just in time to see Russ and Barb turn the corner and head up the street.
"They're home," she said softly, not wanting to shock her still-trembling husband.
"They are!" Scott exclaimed with surprising enthusiasm. "Let's go!"
He struggled out from under Pam, dumping her over the seat. Then he grabbed his pants and zipped them up as he jumped out of the car and hurried over to greet his brother.
Slowly, Pam pulled on her panties and followed along behind.