Delighted in his daughter
Pam Harper couldn't believe the strange sensations she had been having inside her pussy for the past week.
Tingling, itching, sometimes throbbing needs seem to surge through her loins at the slightest hint of sex or romance. And Pam wasn't quite sure in her fourteen-year-old mind what the difference was!
She knew, of course, what males and females did together. She'd seen the textbooks, but books are very dry and academic ways to really hear or learn about sex. In the case of Pam's experience, a much more graphic and direct route to being sexually educated had come the day she had overheard Betsy Meeker and Linda Walker talking in the girls' john at school.
Both Betsy and Linda had perfectly awful reputations, and Pam had wondered at the time if they would have gone right ahead with the obscene conversation even if they had known she was sitting in one of the stalls at the far end of the restroom.
"How was he?" Betsy slurred, her voice low and husky but perfectly audible to Pam.
"As good as you promised," Linda Walker hummed. "God, I thought that sonofabitch was going to suck me to death before coming up for air!"
Pam heard Betsy's lewd giggle. "You mean you actually got Dirk to eat you. Oh, wow, and I thought all he wanted to do was fuck!"
A crude shock had zoomed through Pam's body at the mention of Dirk Taylor's name. He was captain of the football team, and he sat right next to her in English class!
"He fucked me, too," Linda hummed again. "You didn't tell me what a big, hard prick he has. I think he made me cum three or four times before he got his own rocks off."
"He can shoot, can't he? He damned near knocked me off my ass when he..."
"Shhhhh! Somebody's coming!"
Pam had sat in the stall with her fists clenched tight and her face flushing with shame at the words her two classmates had bandied back and forth so glibly.
Pam had never in her life let filthy words pass from her lips. She knew the words: fuck, pussy, shit, prick, and so forth, but she considered herself much too nice a girl to ever utter them!
But Linda and Betsy seemed to be using the words as if they were as common as cat and hat!
After the person had left the john, Linda and Betsy had continued their lurid details of what Dirk Taylor could do to a girl.
"Did he try to make you suck him off?" Betsy demanded, impatiently.
Her friend snorted softly. "Yes, but I didn't."
"You didn't? You're slipping, Linda. Dirk just loves to be eaten. He probably won't ask you out again. He told me that he had even taught his little sister to suck his cock."
Linda gave a small gasp at that information. "He must have been lying about that, Betsy. Sandy Taylor is only thirteen years old!"
"I don't care if she's a midget from Borneo," Betsy purred, a grin in her voice, "if Dirk said he taught her to suck his beautiful, big peter, then I'll bet she does! Lucky little girl, if you ask me!"
"Y-you mean once upon a time you sucked on Dirk?"
"If you call last Wednesday night once-upon-a-time! We did it in the back seat of his car, at the drive in movie."
"Wow! How was it?"
"Listen, Linda, if you have to ask how it feels, then you don't really want to suck a boy's prick. I think it's just the greatest thing since horseshoes!"
"You're terrible, Betsy," Linda husked softly.
"Oh, yeah? Well, apparently Dirk Taylor thinks I'm pretty damned good. He's promised to introduce me to his cousin who's coming home on leave from the Navy. He said his cousin has a cock swinging between his legs that would make Secretariat look like a day-old colt!"
Linda chuckled wickedly as the two girls passed back out of the john door. And Pam heard Linda's last shameless words: "I'll take sloppy seconds on Dirk's cousin. They say a sailor does it better than anything on two feet!"
It had been a whole week now since Pam had overheard the lascivious conversation, and the day she had heard it had marked the beginning of her own problems.
That itching pussy.
The numbing, painfully pleasant tingling along the edges of her nipples until they were firm and perky inside the cups of her training bra.
It was driving her a little bit mad!
She couldn't quite get her mind off of Dirk Taylor!
And yet Pam knew deep in her breast that she could never be like Linda Walker and Betsy Meeker. She just couldn't turn herself into that kind of wanton slut. Besides, even if a boy like Dirk would do the most bestial things with girls like Linda and Betsy, he could never respect them afterward.
Pam had seen Dirk and other boys follow Linda and Betsy with their eyes as the two little whores strolled down the high school hallways, their breasts sticking sharply out under their tight sweaters and low-cut blouses. Pam had seen how the boys grinned and whispered to each other, making lewd comments on what they would do with either of the two sluts.
And Pam had also noticed with what politeness and gentlemanly consideration the boys treated her, especially Dirk Taylor. And she liked that, even if she knew she was missing something else in life. Something that came sooner to girls like Linda and Betsy than it did to nice girls.
But sometimes things do have an odd way of happening to even nice girls, and it happened to Pam one Saturday morning when she went down to have breakfast with her mom and dad.
"I told you the neighborhood was falling apart," Jane Harper was muttering to her husband as she dished his eggs into his plate.
Pam's father was paying very little attention to his wife, and he only put down his newspaper when Pam came around to the side of his chair and gave him her super nice, early morning, hello-daddy kiss.
"Hi, skipper," Bill Harper grinned, giving his teenaged daughter a light slap on her butt as he had done since she was old enough to toddle.
Pam smiled, then took her seat at the table.
"I don't even think you care about what kind of people move in next door," Pam's mother said, coldly.
Bill Harper sighed and glanced over at his worried wife. "Look, Jane, so some people move into the old Howard house right next door to us. They've got as much right as we have to improve themselves. Since you're from the Deep South, you ought to be grateful they're not black folks."
"Who moved in?" Pam asked, chewing at the edge of her toast.
Her mom gave her a helpless glance. "They're white-trash, that's what they are. And I don't want you having anything to do with the boy."
Pam's heart bounced once or twice. "How old is he?"
Her dad grinned and looked at his wife. "See? Your daughter isn't prejudiced."
"How old is the boy, Daddy?" Pam insisted.
"I'd say about seventeen, and Mr. Pauley has a daughter, too. About your age, Pam. Or younger."
"That doesn't mean you have to rush over and become friends," Pam's mother snapped. "I don't like the idea of this Mr. Pauley not being married."
"He was married, honey," Bill sighed, "his wife just divorced him, that's all."
"And so why didn't she take the children?"
Bill shrugged. "Maybe she didn't want 'em. None of our business, anyhow."
Pam took a small breath. "Do you think it'd be okay if I went over and met them, Daddy?"
"Sure, I don't see..."
"Definitely not," Jane cut in. "Not until somebody convinces me that the Pauleys aren't straight out of Tobacco Road!"
Bill Harper grinned, and winked at Pam. "Your mom is a real friendly neighbor. Well, gotta go to work."
"On Saturday?" Pam inquired.
Her handsome father pushed back from the breakfast table and came around to give both his daughter and his wife a peck on the cheek. "I got some extra stuff to do at the office," he said, "but I'll be back at noon and then we'll take that ride up in the State Park I promised you, Pammy."
When her dad was gone, Pam helped her mom with the dishes then went up to her room to read.
She had no more than opened the book when she heard a sharp, muffled squeal of laughter coming through the window of her upstairs bedroom. It was coming from next door, apparently, the old Howard house that her mom said some white-trash people had moved into.
Her curiosity mounting, Pam got off her bed and walked over to the window. She stuck her head just slightly out and peered down, and what she saw almost made her heart stop beating.
She could see directly into a bedroom in the house below her, and a girl of about thirteen was sitting back on a bed which was covered only with a lumpy, soiled-looking mattress. Sitting beside her on the same mattress was one of the best-looking boys Pam had ever seen, even if he did need his hair trimmed.
But the thing which had shocked and riveted Pam's attention at the first glance was the fact the boy had his hand up the girl's dress. In fact, he had it up under her dress to the elbow!
Pam felt that instant hot-itching sensation return to her virginal pussy!
The boy and the girl were talking to each other, but in such low, whispered tones that she couldn't understand a word. All she could understand was that the boy was doing most of the talking, and the girl was grinning and nodding her head while her cheeks turned a deeper and deeper pink.
Pam found it hard to breath!
Instinctively, with her legs trembling like dry leaves, Pam walked back across her bedroom and shut her door. Then she locked it before going back to the window.
Things had already gone much farther with the couple of teenagers in the room below her. The boy was now kneeling on the floor in front of the girl. He had hoisted her dress up to her thighs, and now he was pulling her panties off!
Pam felt a raw surge of pleasure go through the rim of her cunt as she watched the handsome, slackly grinning boy pull the silky, white garment off the trim hips of the young girl. And then he raked the panty all the way down to her ankles, and completely off her feet.
Pam stared at the mossy puff of hair between the girl's legs. Even from her bedroom she could make out the pouting lips of the relaxed little pussy and see the deep, ripe crease that ran in a long, vertical line between the doughy folds.
Despite the depths to which Pam felt her senses shocked by the crude things happening in the house next door, she couldn't stop what was happening to her own teenaged body. She could feel her own budding vaginal lips swelling out against the tight, nylon crotch band of her own panties as if every soft hair fringing her fourteen-year-old cunt was tingling separately!
She saw the boy whisper something again to the girl on the bed, and then she opened her legs wide apart, quickly and willingly, making her pubescent pussy yawn open like a wet, pinkish little mouth!
Pam gasped softly as she saw what the boy did next.
Without a moment's hesitation, he put both of his rather large hands up high inside the girl's slender legs and forced her to open her thighs even wider. And then he moved his face between her brazenly sprawled legs and began to slowly and gently lick on the twin mounts of her girlish cunt.
Pam couldn't believe what she was seeing!
She watched, her blood beginning to boil swiftly and hotly in her veins, as the boy lapped for eons on the outer lips of the girl's frisky little slit. Each time his long tongue rolled out to lick in longing strokes against the meaty ridges of the forbidden cleft, Pam felt the effect on her own pussy.
Her own pliant twat seemed to be responding with tingling, throbbing pleasure to what she was watching happen to the lucky girl down below!
The whispered conversation of Linda Walker and Betsy Meeker came back to her on dark, evil wings. That was what boys like to do. That was what Dirk had done to both Linda and Betsy -- licked their pussies!
But it was the expression on the young girl's face that quickly transformed Pam's ideas about what a girl should or should not do with a boy. The girl on the bed was obviously enjoying to the hilt having her quim licked on. She was squirming under the boy's lecherous attack, trying to buck her legs up and lift her thighs higher as the hammering thrusts of his tongue were getting between the moist crack of her cunt.
Pam watched with quivering pores as the strong, boyish tongue disappeared over and over between the stretching folds of the pulsing pussy!
With a low moan of need, Pam knelt in front of the window and raked off her own panties!
She rested her chin on the window sill so that she could continue to watch the couple as she rubbed her palmed hand between her legs. The touch of her flesh against the tender, muffin-soft humps of her own cunt shot thrills hot and sharp into her loins!
The girl below her had now thrown her head back and closed her eyes. Her straw-blonde hair seemed to fall back behind her like a yellow veil as her mouth opened under the sensuous joy of having her snatch eaten.
As for the boy, he was deep into her tight hole with his tongue, his head bobbing almost monotonously up and down, his ears touching lightly against the insides of the girl's legs on each downward drive.
Pam continued to rub her heating pussy, feeling the outer lips swell out in pleasurably throbbing hotness and feeling the inner lips growing slick and wet, and receptive for something to touch them, too.
For the first time in her life, Pam slipped one of her fingers deep into the core of her teenaged quim. She wormed her finger as far as she could, sinking it up to the second knuckle in the warm, sappy folds of her sex.
The pleasure was so suddenly intense that her face flushed and her breath came in quick, raw gasps!
She found herself imagining that her finger was the boy's tongue, and to sharpen the fantasy, she began to move it back and forth the same way the boy was injecting his tongue into the girl's hair-rimmed hole!
The simple pleasure of having her finger inside her cunt now turned to a lusty, honed joy as the finger moved in softly squishing rhythm in and out of the puckered lips of her slit.
"UUUMMMmmmmmm," Pam purred, smiling with quick, jerky pulls at the corners of her mouth. "OOHhhhh! Ah!!"
She felt something warm and hot trickle over her finger, and she would have been frightened, except that as the juice flowed the most exquisite kind of spasm rocked her sprouted pussy.
I'm cumming, she thought, this is what Linda and Betsy meant by CUMMING!
She kept working her finger in and out of her slavering snatch, loving the way her suddenly aroused cuntal muscles clasped and sucked at her knuckles!
Except for one or two times when she had clenched her eyes shut because of the delicious rapture going on between her own legs, she kept her watch on the two naughty teenagers down below.
The girl was completely under the boy's control now. She was lying back on the bed with one arm covering her face. Her legs were hanging almost limply down over the sides of the bed, and the boy's face was buried almost out of sight in the V of her thighs.
He had quite obviously made the girl cum with his tongue, and now he was still sucking her!
Pam felt her heated cunt throbbing all over again, yearning to experience just one more time the wildly lustful and sweet treat known as 'cumming'...
Since her pussy was well lubricated, Pam found it possible to force two fingers deep into her breach this time. And as she did so, she accidentally touched something at the upper part of her cunt that made her grunt out loud with joy.
She found the spot again!
It was like a small lump a little under the top of her slit, no larger than the tip of a baby's finger. But just the tiniest bit of pressure on the strange, firm bud made her wince with ecstasy!
She rubbed the small love-muscle with the tip of her fingers and found herself spinning toward another delicious orgasm. She closed her eyes again, and threw back her head the same way the girl had done. She parted her lips, and pushed the tip of her wet tongue slowly out of the corner of her mouth as the ambrosial throbs vibrated high up into her loins.
Several more seconds of wanton massaging of the slick nub at the top of her cunt, and she spasmed violently!
Once again, a warm trickle of salty liquids spilled over her fingers, and this time the flow was so deeply vaginal that some of the juice ran down the side of her thighs!
When she had recovered from the titillating climax, she looked again into the room down below her-and was disappointed to see that the boy had risen from his crouching position between the girl's legs. All she could see now was the wet, yawning slit at the center of the girl's thighs. It looked open and wet, like two pieces of dark, reddish slabs of liver which had been not quite pushed together.
The boy was standing in front of her, and Pam felt another strange feeling as she saw the front of the boy's pants.
There was a huge bulge there!
She watched, breathing harder than ever as the boy started to unbutton his pants.
And then her heart pounded with disappointment when the boy walked over to the window and pulled down the shade!
Pam found herself still kneeling in front of her own window, her knees aching from the strain of the prayerlike position, her pussy still dripping wetly from her masturbation.
She had the feeling she had missed the best part.
She knew she would have given anything to have seen what was happening right this minute behind the drawn shade.
It was what Betsy had slurringly called 'fucking'!
The boy was fucking the girl down there right this minute!
Pam was still trying to imagine exactly how they were doing it when her mother tapped lightly on her bedroom door.
"Pam? Open up, please!"
Blinking almost blindly, her face still suffused with a dark, brazen glow, Pam struggled back into her panties and pulled her dress back down as she managed to get to the door.
When she opened it, her mother gave her a slow, curious glance.
"Why on earth did you lock yourself in for, dear?"
"I, uh, I didn't think I had, Mom. Sorry."
Her mother put one hand up to her daughter's brow, testing her forehead in the clinical way all mothers do.
"I could swear you look feverish," her room said, casually.
"I feel fine, mother. Really."
Finally, her mother pulled her hand away. "Well, I've been thinking, Pam. I've decided your father was right. The world is in such an awful mess that if we can't be decent neighbors, then how can we expect things to improve anywhere. Do you think you might like to meet the new family that moved in next door?"
Pam wondered if she could keep the quaver out of her voice.
"Y-yes, Mom. I think I would."
"Then I'll make a plate of cookies this afternoon, and you can take them over. You might as well be the first to welcome them to the new neighborhood."
"I'd like that," Pam breathed.
CHAPTER TWO
When her dad got home for lunch, he looked weary from having sat at his office desk doing that catch-up work.
"I don't mind if we don't go riding, Daddy," Pam crooned, sitting on the deeply cushioned chair which was her father's favorite, and swinging her legs almost happily.
She was wearing her favorite cut-offs and a thin blouse.
Her dad stood looking down at her, pipe in mouth, magazine in hand. Then he smiled. "Your mother told me that she had decided to call a truce with the new folks next door. You, uh, think you ought to go over there dressed like that?"
Pam grinned. "I always dress this way on Saturdays, Daddy. We don't want to make them think we're stuffy!"
He smiled, and she made way for him as he sank into the big chair himself.
Pam perched on the arm of the chair and draped one hand around her father's strong shoulder. She was sitting high enough above him that she could look down between his legs, without his being aware of it.
It was the first time Pam had ever even thought about staring at a male the way she did now -- especially her own father! -- but she had to see if he was showing anything down there. And he was.
He was showing quite a bit, in fact.
To her surprise and consternation, Pam felt that same crawly itch coming back into her spicy little cunt.
It was shameless of her to sit there cruising her dad's crotch as if he were some high school boy and she were Betsy Meeker!
Her dad glanced up quickly, almost catching her staring like a little whore at the adequate outline of his penis. Pam colored at the cheeks and gave her father a jerky smile.
"You might invite Mr. Pauley and his children over tomorrow night for some ice cream," her dad said, casually. "I promised your mother I'd make some hand-freezer cherry. We might as well get to know the Pauleys, eh?"
"Okay, Daddy."
He patted the upper part of her leg once or twice, then went back to his magazine.
Pam could feel the imprint of her father's hand stinging on her flesh as if he had pinched her instead of patting her. Then she swung off the chair and went into the kitchen.
Her mother had just piled a plate high with some of her favorite homemade cookies. The aroma filled the kitchen with the savory promise of very good eating, indeed.
"Pam? Are you going to prance over there in those awful cut-offs?" her mother asked.
"Oh, mother. I just went through all this with Daddy. He said I looked fine."
Apparently the small lie satisfied her mom, because she handed her the big plate of cookies without a word. But when Pam was leaving the kitchen, her mother couldn't resist one last remark.
"See if you can find out what Mr. Pauley does for a living, Pam. From the looks of the tacky furniture I saw them moving into the house yesterday, he can't be exactly wealthy."
Pam nodded, then skipped out of the house to make her first visit.
It was only a short distance from the front door of their house to the front door of the Pauley home, but even in that brief journey Pam's heart managed to work itself up into a steady beat. And she just hoped that when she faced the boy she had seen doing such wicked things to what had to be his own sister, that she wouldn't blush like a little nitwit in pigtails!
She knocked on the door, holding the plate of cookies up like an offering.
Mr. Pauley opened the door, and it was the first time Pam had seen him. He was a very tall man with broad shoulders and a slender waist. In fact, he was a bit lanky, reminding her of the pictures she had seen of Lincoln. But his face was much more handsome under the thick curls of crow-black hair. The only disturbing thing about his face was the almost coarse way his lips turned back when he saw her, giving her a grin that cut deep dimples into his strong jaws.
"Hi, little lady," he said, huskily.
Pam smiled back at the tall man. "I'm Pam Harper, from next door. Mom thought you might like some cookies."
He held the door open for her, and she literally ducked under his arm and into the house.
When she turned back to him, she caught the grown man staring briefly at her legs. But he jerked his dark eyes up as she handed him the plate of cookies.
He lifted the napkin and sniffed at the pile of goodies. Then he winked at Pam, and said, "I'll bet there's some mighty good eating here. Thanks."
Pam stood with her hands behind her back as the man put down the cookies and took a few steps beyond her to the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey, Bo! Come on down here and meet your new neighbor!"
After calling for his son, the man turned back and stuck out his large, rough hand. "I'm Hank Pauley, and Bo is my boy. Sorry that my girl Mae ain't here, but she's gone out to do some shopping for the food we need. I was just gonna go pick her up at the store."
"I-I didn't mean to interrupt anything," Pam said softly.
The man grinned at her. "Don't think a thing about it. Bo can entertain you 'til I get back."
Pam heard a shuffle of feet at the top of the stairs, but before Bo Pauley got down to them his father had leaned a little toward her with something almost like a whisper in his voice.
"How old are you, Pam?"
"Fourteen," she blurted, then hated herself. She had intended to say she was older.
"My Mae is thirteen. You and her oughta get along fine."
At that point Bo came bounding down the stairs on his long legs, and Pam felt a flutter go through her body. If she had not witnessed what she did earlier that day, she would have thought that Bo Pauley was nothing more than any nice, good-looking boy at high school.
"Bo, this here is Pam Harper from next door," Hank said. "You two get acquainted while I go pick up your sis."
"Sure, paw," Bo said, smiling and showing the very same dimples his father had. "Hi there, Pam."
As they shook hands, Hank walked to the door and then stopped and hooked one thumb in the direction of the cookies. "Pam brought you something good to eat, Bo," he drawled. "But now don't make a hog of yourself. You leave something for your sis to eat."
"Yeah, paw."
The second his father was out the door, Bo turned back to Pam and took in her whole body with one lazy sweep of his youthful eyes. His look was so honest and sexual that Pam hated herself for blushing.
"Hey, you wanta see the house?" Bo said, grinning.
"I guess so."
On the tour, Bo told her that they had come from West Texas and that his father had worked for years in oilfields as a roustabout. Then his dad had got the chance to go in partners with a service station in town, and so they had moved here.
Pam was trying to concentrate on what the boy was saying, but her mind was definitely elsewhere. Every time she looked at his face she seemed to concentrate on his mouth and lips. She had seen what he'd done to his sister with them! And the other part of him that sent a curious, wanton thrill through her loins was his crotch.
She got a dozen or more secret glimpses of what looked like a heavy outline of his organ in his faded jeans. And the word 'prick' kept popping in her mind like a naughty devil with a pitchfork in hand!
"What's in the room downstairs," she asked finally.
The boy glanced at her, hands on his lean hips. "Which one? You mean that room off the right of the stairs?"
"Uh-huh."
"Nothing in there but a bed."
"And a mattress," Pam said, surprising herself at how the information came blurting out.
Bo gave her a quick stare. "How did you know that?"
Pam's mind reeled quickly with the possibilities hinged on her answer, but she finally knew she didn't have the nerve to be honest!
"I-I just guessed," she breathed, meekly.
Bo grinned at her. "You wanta see it?"
"Yes."
They went back downstairs and he opened the door to the room. It was indeed empty except for the bed and mattress. The shade was still pulled down, and Pam noticed that there was a deep lump in the middle of the old mattress, as if a great deal of force had been used there many times before.
"I don't know why we dragged that old bed all the way out here from Texas," Bo said, casually. "It was my sister's idea. She used to sleep on it back home. Guess she just likes the way it feels."
"Could I try it?" Pam asked, softly.
"Huh? Oh, uh, sure. Go ahead."
With her blood beating wildly in her body, Pam walked across the floor and got into exactly the same position she had seen Bo's sister assume earlier. She even moved her legs slightly apart, so that they dangled down over the edge of the old bed. Then she bounced lightly, making the springs creak lustily.
"It does feel good," she purred quietly.
The boy stood on his long legs looking over and down at her. He still had his hands on his hips, and the lean muscles in his seventeen-year-old arms seemed to bulge with virility.
"I still can't figure out how you knew there was a mattress here," he said, a bit huskily.
There was something about actually being on the bed that made Pam bolder than she had ever been in her life. But there was something else, too. What her mom had said about the family obviously being white-trash. In her mind, that meant that neither Bo nor his sister were really respectable young people, even if she hadn't seen what he'd done to his sister's body that morning, she'd have known Bo Pauley was the kind of boy who wouldn't be at all shocked by sex.
"Gonna tell me how you knew about the mattress, Pam?" he demanded, his voice a whole octave lower now.
She took a ragged little breath. "Maybe you should just keep that shade pulled down all the time," she whispered.
She saw the boy look dumbly at her, then glance at the shade as the meaning poured into his brain.
"Oh, shit," he husked, softly, his lips twitching up in an uncertain grin. "Don't tell me you saw what Mae and me..."
His voice trailed off into a hoarse gulp.
The silence in the room was overpowering for a few seconds, and Pam didn't move. She simply remained on the bed, posed exactly the way Mae Pauley had been right before her brother raked down her panties.
Finally, Bo wiped his mouth with the back of one hand and took a few steps toward her.
The sound of his footsteps sent a ruttish ripple of excitement through Pam's pussy!
"Hey, I, uh, I guess you really got an eyeful, then," he breathed. "Boy, you must think I'm some kind of mean bastard to do something like that with my own sis."
Pam swallowed hard. "No, I don't think that. Not if she liked it."
Bo grinned slackly. "Oh, hell, she likes it okay. I've been doing it to her since she was..." He stopped, breaking off again in something between shame and lusty pleasure!
Pam waited, feeling the lips of her proud young pussy pouting out against the stretched tightness of her own panties.
Bo glanced over his shoulder; as if to see Pam's mom standing there, and then he looked back at her. His eyes were darker now, almost crackling with a sensuous, horny need.
"You, uh, you want me to eat you, Pam? I mean, hell, if you want me to, I'll..."
There was something about the careless, reckless way he propositioned her that drove a wedge between her modesty and her desires. She knew for the first time in her life what Linda and Betsy must feel all the time, the drumming need to experience just how lusty a boy can be!
And as if to underline her own growing excitement, she saw a thick bulge forming along Bo Pauley's leg.
He came quickly over to her, his mouth parted hungrily in a small, nervous smile. Then he whispered down at her as quietly as if the big house were crammed full of people trying to hear what he said.
"Lemme eat your pussy, baby, that's what you really came over here for, ain't it?"
The way he said it edged a small fear into Pam's tender, untouched young cunt. She shook her head.
"Hey," Bo breathed, still standing directly in front of her with his hard-on growing larger by the second, "don't back out now. Hell, there's nothing wrong with a little sweet thing like you wanting to have her pussy sucked. C'mon, honey, I'll bet your hot, cute little old slit tastes like peppermint. We got time before paw and sis get back!"
"No, I-I don't want you to," she whispered raggedly.
"What the shit do you want then," he husked back, trying to keep his voice from sounding angry.
Pam was so excited she could barely think. But she did know what she wanted, and she was surprised that she had not admitted it to herself from the very beginning.
"I-I want to see you, Bo," she crooned softly.
She saw his face go blank, then the color creep agreeably into his firm cheeks.
"You want what?" he whispered.
Pam swallowed hotly again. "I want you to take your thing out of your pants. I-I've never seen a boy before."
His grin jerked the corners of his mouth up as his eyes twinkled lewdly. "Sure, baby," he breathed. "Hell, you can look at it if you wanta."
She watched with her heart in her throat as the boy eagerly unbuttoned the front of his pants and dug one hand deep into his fly. He had to pull and tug, but in one or two blinding seconds he pulled his hardening penis out and stroked it.
Pam stared for the first time in her life at a stiff cock.
The thing looked huge to her, a long column of flesh, with one large vein traversing the column, ending in the flared ridge of a smooth-looking, pinker cap of meat.
It throbbed strongly out of his pants, and she could see a dark bristle of hair at the root.
"Big enough for you?" he whispered, his grin wide and hot.
Pam didn't know what else to do, so she nodded her head, still staring in girlish fascination at the male organ.
She wondered if she could even reach her fingers around it!
Bo Pauley took a step or two closer, and his fully erect prick stuck obscenely out of his pants, so still that it barely wagged as he moved.
Pam's attention was riveted on the novel toy. She saw the way the glans curved at the bottom into a crease, and she saw the slit at the flared tip of his cockhead.
"Wanta touch it, Pam?" he whispered huskily.
When she didn't reply, he moved a bit closer, so close that all she had to do was lift one hand and feel the rigid tool.
"Go ahead, honey," he pleaded, the edge of his voice raw with need. "Just touch it... just put the tip of your finger on the head of it."
After a pause, Pam lifted one hand up gingerly, uncertainly. Then she stretched one finger out and brought it up to just the curved end of his horny prick. When she touched it, the whole rod seemed to vibrate with pleasure.
"Touch it some more," he breathed, "use your fingers -- all of 'em!"
She had lost something of her fear of his penis, and now she willingly cupped the tips of her fingers around the boldly bloated meatus.
Bo grinned, his own hands hanging down at his sides as he watched her fondle just the bulbous head of his oversized, teenaged prick. Then he grunted huskily with even more pleasure as her hand slipped down and grasped the column of his cock.
Pam instinctively squeezed the hard pole of healthy, boyish flesh, and it responded to her touch by throbbing and pulsing between her fingers.
"Goddamn, that feels good," Bo whispered, spreading his legs a bit further apart and thrusting his pelvis forward so that the entire length of his lewd cock rode up more snugly in her grasp.
Pam toyed and teased with his big prick for several more seconds, even bringing her other hand up to hold it. She found that she could get her fingers all the way around the center circumference of his penis, but barely.
Holding the big warm club of flesh in her fingers was making something happen to her pussy all over again. It was throbbing almost as hard as-his dick. And deep, grainy prickles of joy were crawling up the walls of her unfucked cunt like thousands of tiny ants.
"You know what sis likes to do with that big thing?" he asked softly.
Pam shook her head, her cheeks burning with both shame and desire.
"She likes to eat it."
Pam glanced up uncertainly at the slackly grinning boy.
"Yeah, honey," he breathed, raggedly, "she loves to take it in her mouth and suck it for me. I suck her, and then she sucks me. That's fair, ain't it?"
Pam felt her tongue swelling almost uncontrollably in her mouth, and she couldn't fight back the gnawing curiosity of how something so long and hard and hot would feel against her tongue!
Bo took another step, and brought the flared head of his oversized prick right up to her lips, so close that her nostrils fluted open as the hot aroma of his male organ drifted pleasantly up to her.
"Suck it," he begged, softly.
She hesitated.
"SUCK!!"
As if she were in some kind of dark, erotic dream, Pam parted her pretty lips and ovaled them slowly around the spongy helmet of meat he was offering her. The head of his prick filled her circled lips like a hard-boiled egg, and she ran her tongue out wetly along the underside of it.
She licked slowly along the firm ridge of his lecherous young cock, tasting the strange, exciting, forbidden flavor of her first stiff peter.
"Yeah," Bo breathed hoarsely. "Oh, yeah, honey!"
He pushed his prick a bit deeper into her mouth, and she took him willingly. She sucked softly on his warm hard-on, lapping her tongue in fluid circles and taking him inch by inch as he fed her.
Her jaws widened as if on hinges as his brutally distended penis rode easily into her throat. He paused now and then when she made a little gagging noise, and then he continued. He forced her to take him all the way to his crotch. And as her nose touched against the bristle of hairs pooching out of his fly, she could smell the darker, more exciting promise of something even beyond his brawny young prick.
She knew only vaguely what was under the root of his big cock. She had heard Linda say the word, she thought. The things which held his sperm. His balls. She was smelling his big, horny balls!
With a low moan, Pam began to suck more avidly on the boy's stone-hard organ. As if she had been doing it for years, she started moving her mouth back and forth on the slick, firm column of his cock, tonguing, slupping, kissing, sucking!
His cock grew harder and longer in her throat, and in only a few minutes of her greedy pumping the head of his stimulated tool flared and pulsed.
"Get it, baby!" he whispered. "Swallow it ALL!!"
She was totally unprepared for what happened next.
With a throbbing vibration which went from the root of his rod to the head, his prick suddenly shot glut after glut of hot, viscous juice into her fourteen-year-old mouth!
GOD! WHAT IS IT?? her brain screamed, utterly shocked and unprepared to receive the boy's jism in her mouth.
Reflexively, she swallowed, then gagged on the unfamiliar taste and texture of hot ball-juice, and still he kept cumming and cumming in her mouth. She tried jerking her head back, striving to spit his hard, ejaculating cock from her previously unsullied mouth.
NNNOOOOOO!! her mind screamed blindly in the agony of this dirty, degrading act. It was like he was peeing in her mouth, in her pretty, pouting fourteen-year-old mouth, and he had her by the hair, and she couldn't escape his hot, spewing cock as it fired gobbet after gobbet between her soft, wet lips. Jism ran out the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin as she tried to force all this filthy peelike liquid out of her mouth in repulsion for what this cruel boy was doing to her.
And then it was over, Bo sighing in the ecstatic release he'd just enjoyed in this pretty little innocent virgin's mouth, and Pam, completely overcome by what he'd done to her, fell onto her side and curled into a fetal ball, crying and moaning softly, sticky white jism slowly drying on her chin and pretty neck.
CHAPTER THREE
That night Pam lay in her bed in the darkness, her eyes wide open.
Even in the privacy of her bedroom, and with nobody to see her, Pam could feel her face burning with secret shame.
She had sucked Bo Pauley's big prick!
Her tongue rolled around for a few seconds in her mouth, a lonely and tortured organ. The realization that only a few hours before that same tongue had been oily and greedy around the blunt head of Bo's cock made her flush with discomfort again.
What a filthy, wicked thing she had done!
And yet...
Yet there had been something so powerfully exciting in the oral act that she couldn't get it out of her mind for even an instant. She couldn't sleep as much because of her guilt feeling as for re-living the experience. There had been something madly pleasurable about teasing the boy's stiff tool with her lips and tongue, toying with it, kissing and sucking it, forcing it by the gentle persuasion of her mouth to finally explode, and to send the gushing spunk from his balls deep into her throat!
Despite herself, Pam grinned in the darkness and let one hand slip down between the top of her pajamas to find the virgin crease of her cunt.
As she touched her pliant, sensitive cuntlips and began to gingerly work the tip of her finger back and forth over the lightly haired mound, she remembered Bo's whispered words to her: "Come back tomorrow, Pam... and I'll teach you how to fuck!"
A tremor of fear and joy went through her sultry young pussy at the remembered promise of Bo.
Could she possibly let such a rough, horny young male have his way with her? Could she stand to feel that large thing of his trying to push between the tight folds of her cunt?
Her pussy seemed to yawn open wetly at the thought, the softly whiskered lips spreading a bit as her clitoris rose up firmly.
She sighed deeply as her fingertip found that odd little fang that felt so good when she touched it. She knew she'd have to ask Bo what it was down there that made her shiver with lusty pleasure at this simple touching of her fingertip.
As she wormed her finger around the prominent, stiff little love-muscle, she imagined it was Bo's tongue doing it to her. His strong, eager, pointing tonguetip that was lightly rubbing the easily stimulated nub that pushed up between the upper folds of her sex.
For the next twenty minutes or so she lay with the covers back and her hand down between her legs, teasing the larger growing clit until she brimmed on the edge of delicious orgasm.
Each time she felt herself approaching a spasm, she would draw her finger away, much too reluctant to have the sustained pleasure come to an end.
Then, when she was breathing more regularly, she would once again sneak her fingertip down and begin to rub the titillated spot again.
She performed this stop-start, start-stop ritual until she was so excited that her tongue was crowded out of the side of her lips. And as her passion mounted to an undeniable peak, she closed her eyes and whispered hotly to her pillow, pretending it was Bo's ear.
"Suck me, Bo, please! Suck me! Suck-suck! -- SUCK!!"
Her throbbing clitoris triggered a sudden deep, wet spasm of exquisite pleasure, a climax so strangely deep and lustful that she groaned softly in the darkness.
She felt her fingers grow damp and hot with the expended fluids from the core of her cunt, and after a few moments with her hand still touching the cloying lips of her pussy, she pulled her fingers away.
Since there was nobody there to see her, she put her fingers lightly to her nose and sniffed the humid aroma of her aroused and now satisfied slit. The smell was vaguely exciting to her, reminding her of the stronger, male odor of Bo's beautiful organ right before she cupped her lips around it.
The orgasm released her finally of the nervous tension, and she slipped into a calm, happy sleep.
The next day was Sunday, and when Pam dressed and went down for breakfast, she saw her father standing at the picture window in their living room and staring out.
His pipe was forgotten at the corner of his mouth, and his Sunday paper was still unopened in his hand.
Pam sneaked up behind her dad, intending to put her hands over his eyes to surprise him. But before she could do that, she saw what was holding his attention.
Bo's young sister was taking a sunbath on the front lawn of the old Howard house. She was lying on a green blanket on her stomach, and she was wearing only the skimpiest kind of bikini, a bathing suit much too brief and daring for a girl her age. She even had the bra straps untied so that she would tan evenly, and the firm, smooth humps of her pretty little buttocks were sticking up sensuously.
For some odd reason, Pam felt a sudden little quiver of jealousy go through her loins as she realized that her daddy was staring at the girl.
"Hello, Daddy," Pam snapped.
Bill Harper jumped as her voice broke into his thoughts. He turned, taking the pipe out of his mouth. A flushed, guilty look spread over his face for a few seconds before he regained his composure.
"Oh, hi, skipper," he breathed.
Pam smiled, and then glanced again at the Pauley girl out on the lawn. "If mother sees Mae Pauley out there half naked, she'll have a fit," she said casually.
Her dad grinned uncertainly. "Yeah, she'll go into her white-trash sermon again. Did you, uh, enjoy your visit with the Pauleys yesterday?"
"Yes."
"Did you invite them over for ice cream this evening?"
Pam shrugged. "Oh. I forgot, Daddy."
She saw the small disappointment in his eyes.
"You still want me to invite them?" she said.
Her dad shrugged too, and started not to reply. But then he took a small breath, and nodded. "Sure, honey, go ahead and invite them. We ought to be friendly. I, uh, I'd like to get to know Mr. Pauley."
But Pam knew it wasn't the father that was on her daddy's mind at that moment.
It was the saucy, bitchy little butt of Mae!
***
Pam invited the Pauleys over by telephone, and precisely at six o'clock the whole family came trooping over.
Hank Pauley had on a cleanly laundered jumpsuit with his first name stitched over the pocket. Bo was wearing tight, neatly ironed wheat-jeans and a sports shirt, and Mae was dressed in shorts and a halter.
It was difficult for Pam to realize that Mae Pauley was only thirteen, despite her pretty babyface. She looked more mature than that, with her pointing young breasts and the slightly flared thrust of her hips. And Pam found herself trying to find things wrong with the younger girl, even trying to convince herself that her blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes did nothing to make her at all pretty.
But Pam's father seemed to deny there could possibly be a single flaw in such a lovely young creature. He couldn't take his eyes off the girl when he thought nobody was looking!
They made the ice cream in the back yard, and Pam's dad had set up tables and a couple of picnic umbrellas.
At one point early in the evening while Mae was helping her mom with the plates and spoons, and her dad and Hank Pauley were talking around the cream freezer, Bo managed to get Pam to himself over by the carefully tended clump of rose bushes.
"Hey, I thought you were gonna come over this afternoon," the boy whispered, a slack smile pulling up the corners of his mouth.
"I-I thought I shouldn't," Pam whispered back.
Bo winked at her, glancing briefly over his shoulder to make sure nobody was in earshot of them. "C'mon, Pam, don't tell me you didn't like what we did yesterday. You did, eh?"
Pam blushed, the answer twinkling treacherously in her eyes!
Bo's grin widened. "Yeah, I knew you liked it. But there's a helluva lot more to having fun than what you did. I wanta teach you some wild fucking positions."
The words were whispered almost casually, but they made Pam's ears burn!
She found her voice, but it came out in a ragged, breathy whisper. "Does-does Mae let you do that to her?"
Even at his youthful age, Bo knew a lot of male psychology. Without even a pause, he grinned and said, "I've been fucking my little sis since she was twelve."
Pam felt her heart jump. "That's what you did yesterday when you pulled the shade down."
He winked. "You're right, baby. If Mae doesn't get a taste of my big peter every day or so, she can't sleep at night."
Pam thought of her own sleepless night and flushed again. She glanced over at the young girl helping her mom, remembering how her legs had been sprawled apart on the lumpy old mattress. And how the front of Bo's pants had bulged with excitement right before he pulled down the shade.
"Hey, I got a great idea," Bo whispered, suddenly. "After all this bullshit ice cream stuff, why don't you and Mae and me go for a ride in paw's pick-up. I'll fuck her, and you can watch. Maybe it'll give you a good idea of how much fun it can be to ball with a guy."
Pam felt a sluttish surge go through her body at the suggestion.
"I-I don't know if Mom and Dad..."
"Hell, leave that up to me. I'll bet I can softsoap your old lady into anything!"
Despite Pam's doubts, Bo proved his word later in the evening. While Pam and Mae busied themselves cleaning up the dirty ice cream dishes, Bo and Pam's mom got involved in some kind of deep conversation at one of the tables.
In the kitchen, Mae Pauley grinned at Pam as she stacked the dishes into the washer.
"I think your dad is real cute," Mae said impishly, her blue-green eyes sparkling. "How old is he?"
"Thirty-five, I think," Pam said, again hating herself for the ripple of jealousy that seemed to center on anything concerning her father and the wicked girl.
"That's young," Mae breathed. "My paw is almost forty, but you wouldn't know it. He's kept so young and strong from all that hard work in the oil fields."
There was a lull in the conversation until Mae leaned her pursed young lips close to Pam's ear. "Bo told me what you and him did together yesterday afternoon."
Pam's cheeks burned!
"Don't be ashamed of it," Mae purred, softly, "I do that to Bo all the time. I've done it to, uh, others, too."
"You have?" Pam echoed numbly.
Mae smiled, showing her perfect teeth behind the girlish curl of her full, pretty lips. "I did it once to the TV-repairman when we lived in Texas. But don't tell Bo!"
"I-I won't."
Pam's fingers were trembling as she tried to arrange the last of the plates in the washer. But her mind was racing with curiosity about such a young girl like Mae having done something so blatantly lewd with a grown man!
"Did you -- did he -- I mean..."
Mae interrupted Pam's fumbling questions with a low, soft giggle. "If you mean did the TV guy like it, you can be sure he did. I think I scared him to death at first. We were in the house alone because both Bo and paw were working. I just asked the nice man if he would let me suck him off, and after he thought about it and made me promise on a stack of bibles that I wouldn't tell anybody, he let me."
"H-how was it?"
Mae grinned, little points of color coming into the curve of her youthful cheeks. "Better than Bo. Bigger. Men always have bigger ones than boys, and it takes them longer to get satisfied."
Pam's throat was dry as sand. "How long did it -- uh, take the man you...?"
"Well, I didn't time it, or anything," Mae laughed, softly, "but I must have sucked on him for twenty minutes, maybe half an hour. It was just so big and long that I had trouble getting it all in my mouth at once, so I sort of licked it a lot. He liked that, too. Bo always wants me to just gobble him real fast, but a grown man wants you to take your time. It's more fun that way, because when he finally does cum..."
The lurid, whispered conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Pam's mom and Bo.
Bo had a smug smile on his face, and Jane Harper's eyes were moist and twinkling.
"Pam, would you like to go riding with Bo and his sister?"
Pam could hardly believe her ears!
After the three of them had crowded into Hank Pauley's pick-up, Pam turned to Bo and demanded to know how on earth he had worked such a miracle on her mom.
Bo grinned. "Hell, all we talked about were her damn roses. I worked one summer in a greenhouse, and I know a lot of shit about flowers. I think she'd have given me the moon after she found out I liked roses. She wants me to come over and help her mulch the stupid things."
Pam smiled, delighted in her teenaged way at seeing her mother so easily tricked. After all, adults were always tricking them!
"I don't know much about this Goddamn town," Bo said impatiently. "You know a good place to go?"
"I-I guess we could go to the State Park," Pam breathed.
"Good and dark out there?"
"It should be."
Pam gave the directions on how to get to the park. It was the favorite Saturday morning drive for her and her dad. But she had never dreamed she'd be riding out there in a rattling old pick-up to watch some boy fuck his own thirteen-year-old sister!
Bo was again the expert when it came to finding just the right spot to park. He nudged the old car backwards up into a clump of dark bushes, then turned off the motor and lights.
There was just enough moon to let them see each other.
Without the smallest kind of formality, Bo told his sis to take off her panties while he got the blanket from under the seat.
"Come on," Bo husked, "I can't screw good in this damned cab. Let's have some fun in the pick-up bed!"
Numbly, Pam got out of the car with them and climbed into the flat part of the truck, behind the cab. Bo spread the blanket out, and his sister eagerly lay down with her shorts and panties off.
"Hell, might as well take off your blouse, honey," Bo breathed hoarsely, helping his sis unbutton the thin garment she had worn under the halter of her shorts.
Pam sat crouched beside the eager young girl as Bo snapped open the fly of his jeans and pulled out his already partially stiff cock. The big column of meat rode out in the shadowy light like a club. As the lustfully aroused penis throbbed, Bo glanced over at Pam with a wicked grin.
"Sure you don't want a little of this big prod first?" he whispered.
"F-fuck her," Pam heard herself mewl softly.
With another slack grin, Bo used his hands to push his sister's slender, trim young legs wider apart. And even in the bad light, Pam could see the lightly haired slit between Mae's legs yawning open with a glimmer of moist juice just at the center.
Pam watched as Bo eased himself close between the sprawl of his sister's thighs. Then, just before he nudged the flared head of his prick into the relaxed folds of her teenaged cunt, Bo paused.
He sat back up for a second and unbuckled his belt. Then, with Pam's eyes slitted with excitement, he husked his jeans down over his strong, lean buttocks all the way to his knees.
"Come around here, Pam," he breathed, urgently. "I want you to play with my damn bails while I fuck her."
It was almost as if the boy had read her mind, Pam thought. Ever since she had sucked his libidinous cock as it rode out stiffly from his open fly, she had wondered about his balls. Wondered how they looked, how they would feel in her fingers, how they might taste to her stroking tongue. All she knew for certain about those fascinating male appendages were that they were the storehouse for the hot cream that was always so eager and ready to shoot up a cunt or down a throat!
She moved on numbed and tingling legs around behind the bare, gleaming buttocks of the lecherous young boy.
His nuts were hanging down just beneath the dark crack of his asshole -- large, smooth globes of lightly haired flesh.
"Touch 'em," he whispered, raggedly. "Play with 'em! Heat me up, baby!"
Pam reached out both of her hands, taking one ball with each. They felt marvelously firm and soft at the same time, and more than just warm to her touch!
Instinctively, she began to lightly massage the strongly made testicles with the tips of her fingers, moving them this way and that as she felt the circle of her cunt growing hotter and wider.
"Nice," Bo husked, throatily, "just keep playing with those hot babies while I ball the shit out of sis!"
He was into his baby sister in only seconds, his roguish young prick squishing into the tight but lubricated folds of her pussy like a hard bar of iron.
As his buttocks rose and fell, Pam kept to her appointed task of teasing, his balls. She cupped them together with one hand, then with the other. She played with only one for a while, using both her hands to titillate it while the free ball joggled alone. She toyed and fondled and manipulated those lusty bags in every way she could think of while Bo fucked his young sister like a trojan!
Pam could hear the throaty gasps of pleasure coming from Mae as her brother's oversized and horny cock was driven up to the hairs in her gulping cunt. It was more than obvious that she had been pleasured hundreds of times like that, and equally obvious that she never got enough of it.
As the wild screwing continued, Pam's own lively and growing need to experience sex crawled hotly through her blood. Her pussy pounded harshly between her legs, growing wet and soft as each thrust of Bo's tool seemed to send a vicarious thrill through her loins.
She did want fucked like that.
She did!!
With a soft moan of wanton greed, Pam stopped fingering the large, warm balls and lowered her head to taste his nuts as she had already tasted his prick. Her tongue darted out over the spongy globes, licking here and there, lapping now strongly and now softly. And for the first time in her life Pam felt the whorish, totally abandoned joy of satisfying her deepest and darkest needs. She stroked the lusty balls with the flat of her tongue while they were gleaming in the moonlight with her saliva.
And then she did the wildest, most shameless thing of all.
She began to move her whisking tongue up over his buttocks!
As if slightly mad with the need to kiss Bo Pauley's ass all over, she smacked her wet lips against the firm and thrusting curves of his buns. And then she moved her driving tongue deep into the dark bud at the center of his buttocks, sucking the humid core of his delighted anus!
She was directly behind him now, with both of her small hands placed low on the bottom curves of his naked buttocks, her face buried in the crack, sniffing and tonguing him with salacious pleasure as his sperm boiled out of his quivering balls and fed itself in splashing spurts into his sister's sucking cunt!
Pam was right there when he pulled his veined and swollen cock out of the well-fucked thighs of Mae. And even as it glistened with the combined spunk and juice of his nuts and his sister's pussy, Pam took it into her mouth and sucked it dry.
"Tomorrow," Bo husked at her, his strong fingers at the nape of her neck as she slupped her tongue against his soft prick.
Tomorrow, her sluttish mind sang, tomorrow I want fucked, too!!
CHAPTER FOUR
Pam slipped out of her second-hour class and headed for the front door of the high school.
She saw Betsy Meeker and Linda Walker standing in the corridor talking to one of the star football players. He was towering above the girls, and grinning at something one of them had just said.
Pam's heart literally sang with relief that she felt no biting jealousy today toward the two whoring young bitches. Why should she feel envy toward them, she thought, when she had Bo Pauley waiting for her?
And today was the day!
She was deliberately leaving school early in order to meet Bo, and she had made him promise that nobody would be at home but him. After all, she didn't want that pesky little sister of his around for her initiation into the art of fucking!
Pam found herself too impatient to wait for the city bus, so she walked the block necessary to catch a taxi. She told the driver to let her off at a corner well away from where her house and the old Howard house sat side by side.
Pam knew that above all she didn't want her mom to see her sneaking in the back door of the Pauley's!
She paid the taxi driver and skipped down the back alley with her school books clutched close against her already swelling young breasts, and by the time she reached the back door of Bo's house her heart was beating as rapidly as a snare drum.
She tapped on the door, and in seconds Bo opened it.
He was dressed in a pair of oil-stained coveralls, and he had a service station cap pushed high back over his thick, rather tangled hair.
He grinned at her as she darted inside so that he could lock the door behind her.
"Boy, you sure made it in record time," he breathed. "I just got here myself."
"Did your father want to know why you wanted off from work at the station?" Pam asked breathlessly.
Bo shrugged. "Hell, who asked him? I take off whenever I feel like getting a little pussy."
He grinned again at the shock value of the crude word, then turned to Pam and put both of his strong hands on her hips. "Man, I've been thinking about fucking you ever since last night. I think I was even thinking about it while I was balling my sis. Honey, you don't know how you turned me on, playing with my balls. I've never had a girl do such wild stuff to me, so you don't have to say you like my body."
Pam blushed, remembering how easy it had been in the half darkness of the old pick-up to play with Bo's nuts and do those lascivious things to him with her tongue. But now, in broad open daylight, she felt much more modest.
"You wanta have a beer first?" Bo drawled, reaching one of his hands down lower on the curve of her buttocks and patting her.
"No, thanks..."
He smiled. "Don't touch the stuff, eh? You might try it some time. Nothing is more fun than getting a few beers in you and then getting down to some old-fashioned screwing. Mind if I have one?"
"N-no."
She trailed him to the kitchen and watched him pop open a can of beer and take a swig. Then he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and motioned with the can for her to follow him.
This time they didn't go to the spare room where the lumpy mattress was. Instead, they went upstairs to his own room.
In the couple of days which had gone by since she last saw his room, Bo had done some interesting things to it. He had pin-ups of naked females all over the walls. Most of them were from respectable magazines like Playboy, but a few of them were much more explicit. The good ones he had right over his bed, color photographs of women with their legs boldly spread apart so that their open cunts looked wet and inviting.
"What does your father say about having pictures like that all over your walls?" Pam asked uncertainly.
Bo smiled and took another swig of the beer. "Hell, paw don't care. He comes in and looks 'em over all the time to see if I've got any new ones."
Pam couldn't imagine her own father being interested in looking at filthy pictures, despite the way he had stared at Mae Pauley.
"Your father likes -- uh..."
"Sex? What do you think, Pam. He's still a young guy."
The statement made her wonder just what Bo's father did for sexual fulfillment, but she didn't dare ask.
"Hey, horse out of your clothes," Bo breathed, putting down his can of beer and unsnapping the top buttons of his coveralls. "I can't really be gone from the station forever, but damned sure long enough for us to have our fun."
Pam felt herself trembling all over as she slowly crawled out of her things. A flutter of fear went through her as the moment of truth approached, and once or twice she thought of simply calling the whole thing off!
"Hurry up," Bo said casually.
He was down to his shorts now, and Pam could see the big, slightly curled lump bunched at his crotch. It looked even larger than she had remembered, and it wasn't even hard.
Bo was built like a younger version of his dad, with wide, powerful shoulders and muscled arms. He had very little hair on his chest, and his flat male nipples were an amber color. He did have a line of hair starting just below his navel and turning darker and thicker at the top of his shorts, and his legs were bristly with short, black hairs.
He stood by the bed, taking longer and deeper swigs of the beer as he waited for her to get her final undergarments off.
And when she raked her panties over her ankles, he looked over and grinned at her.
"Wow, you've got a cute body, Pam. I'll bet those high school punks have their damned tongues angling out of their mouths when you walk by."
She felt the tips of her budding breasts begin to firm at his words, and a spicy, tickling feeling crept slowly but surely into the core of her virginal pussy.
"You will be, uh, careful with me, Bo?" she asked meekly.
His grin grew even slacker, and his handsome, lecherous young face seemed to flush a bit.
"Hey, honey, you know I wouldn't hurt you. I'm gonna teach you how to fuck -- not rape you."
She felt another wild fullness making her tits press out into the bra cups as she unhooked the snap at her back.
The bra jerked forward a bit as the pressure was released, and Bo helped her pull the garment free.
He whistled low under his breath at the sight of her perky, still-growing young boobs, and he touched the left nipple with just the tip of his index finger.
He moved the spongy little pap back and forth, thrilling Pam and making the dark nipple swell and extend out from the pink aureole.
"I'll bet you've never had those goodies sucked on," he whispered hungrily.
She didn't answer. She couldn't make her tongue work in her suddenly dry throat!
Without asking her if he could, Bo bent his face down to one of her tasty little tits and sucked the peak of it into his mouth. His tongue wormed warmly, wetly in circles as the cone of her quickly aroused breast throbbed and pointed upward.
He moved to her other tit and sucked it, leaving both of her pubescent globes gleaming with his lusty spit. And at the same time he slipped one of his hands down between her legs and gently rubbed the mossy, pouting lips of her cunt.
"Oh, Bo," she purred softly.
He continued sucking and rubbing for a few seconds, then pulled his lubricious mouth away from one quivering nipple.
"Lemme eat you awhile, Pam. It's better to get your pussy heated up for a big prick like mine."
His words stunned her, but she couldn't have resisted if the roof had suddenly fallen in!
"O-on the bed?" she asked breathily.
"Naw, you sit in the chair over there and hook your legs up over the sides. It's better eating for both of us that way."
He gave her trim, naked buttocks a little spank with the palm of his hand as she hurried over to the big chair in the corner. She got into the position he had requested, and it forced her thighs wide open, pulling the folds of her moist cunt almost an inch apart.
He came to her, his cock still sheathed in his jockey shorts, but larger now. He knelt at the front of the chair and cupped his hands just under her butt.
"Scoot out a little more," he breathed huskily. "Stick your pussy out over the edge of the chair."
Again she did as she was told, and even the separate hairs fringing her girlish slit tingled with excitement.
"That's real nice," he whispered, staring directly into the soft gash of her teen
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It wasn't until college that I got my first real girlfriend. She was a Chinese girl with long straight dark hair. She was older than me by nine years. We'd gone out to dinner and movies a bunch of times and for the first time she invited me into her
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In his pioneer work Psychopathia Sexualis, the German psychiatrist Richard von Krafft-Ebing remarked on the subject of incest, "The preservation of the moral purity of family life is a product of civilization; and feelings of intense displeasure aris
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I met Brent at Barnes & Noble, actually. He was working, and I was looking for a particular book of poetry. He was very sweet and helped me find it, walking me all the way to the shelf to make sure I had it in my hands. It seemed rather unnecessary,
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Music pulsates around us as we enter the decadent surroundings, the heavy base seems somehow at odds with the elegance of the setting. The scene is grand, yet slightly ostentatious, a sweeping staircase draws our eyes upwards to a balcony which affor
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The sound of conversation, laughing, and music filled the
room at Jenny's house. As happens during every party,
there was soon a lull in the conversation. Jenny called
to him. When he was by her side, she told him, in front
of the 4 other wome
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“Fuck...I forgot that Gloria was coming today. It sucks having friends sometimes” Beth groaned, putting her hands on Jericho’s shoulders and seeing his eyes go to her chest. She was loving the attention and she knew she looked good for a little
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