"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!