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SC-173 Delighted In His Daughter by Cherry Charles

Chapter 1

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 2


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, Bob 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 3


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 to get 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 to get fucked, too!!



Chapter 4


Pam slipped out of her sixth-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 teenaged quim.

Then, as she watched him from above, he lowered his mouth to within a 
half-inch of her snatch and slowly rolled his tongue out to lick just 
the surface.

The touch of his strong tongue against the meaty, soft lips of her 
pliant cunt sent a million reverberating thrills through her loins!

"UUUMMMmmmmmm," she crooned.

He licked her a few more times, gently at first, and then with a more 
demanding kind of pressure. He moved the sticky crease of her tender 
pussy wider open by the force of his tongue until he was worming it 
halfway into her hole. On each inward push, he licked to the left and 
right, making the inner lips of her heating twat throb with pleasure!

She felt her whole cunt spreading like warm jello as the lustful tongue 
demanded more and more of it. He thrust his face deeper between her 
thighs, and she quivered as she felt his chin touch against the lower 
part of her sex.

The sudden, sharp joy of having her pussy sucked made her legs flop 
almost off the arms of the chair. But he quickly brought both of his 
hands up and held her in position, forcing her to stay spread open for 
him as he slowly and hungrily ate her maidenly hole.

The pleasure became so quickly intense that she began to moan softly, 
and the nipples of her recently sucked tits grew deliciously firm and 
pointing, almost top-heavy for the coned base that had to support them.

Bo was taking his sweet time with her, not really thrusting his tongue 
too deep or too fast. He seemed to want to give her all the long, 
drawn-out sweetness of a good tonguing before he went on to anything 
else.

But when the tip of his tongue rubbed over the spot high up in her cunt 
that she had learned to rub with her finger, she gave a little muffled 
squeal of joy.

He lifted his grinning lips from her pouting gash and glanced up at 
her.

"Like that?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Y-y-yes!"

"That's your clit, baby. It's like the head of my prick, and there's 
nothing more fun than to have a guy suck it for you. You wanta cum real 
good before I fuck you?"

She nodded, her brain blazing with passion and her eyes slitted 
greedily.

He ducked his carnal mouth 'back down between her legs and found her 
fanged clitoris with his tongue. This time he did more than just tease 
it. He began to gently roll it around between his lips, working his 
tongue roughly against it from all sides. He got his face pushed deeper 
into the trench of her thighs, so deep that the soft hairs covering her 
cunt made a little thin beard against his chin.

"God!" she hissed, her voice ragged with rapture.

His hands held her lustfully against the chair, and his tongue curled 
like a wet finger over and over around her tingling, throbbing clit.

"UUUNNNkk!" she gasped, "Ah! Ah-hah! AAAHHHhhhhh!!"

She was cumming--passionately and madly--and his lewd mouth was sucking 
the hotness right out of her thighs!

As she felt the first tremulous spasms hammering up from her womb, he 
did something to her that tripled her joy. He brought one of his hands 
down off her leg and touched his rigid index finger gently up into the 
tiny, brown bud of her asshole.

As if she had been prodded by an electric rod. Pam jerked violently and 
achieved the deepest orgasm of her young life!

Her pussy seemed to explode against his worming tongue, and a hot 
trickle of her wanton juices dribbled quickly down over his chin.

He held his finger in place against her fluttering anus and continued 
to almost casually suck and lap her trembling cunt. To get every drop 
of her sluttish liquid, he turned his head to one side and slid his 
whole tongue deep into her shimmering slit, making her spasm yet again!

He kept his tongue burrowed to the root in the succulent warmth of her 
sleekly cushioned quim until her orgasm had run its delicious course, 
and then he slowly pulled away.

She was much too weak to move or speak. It was as if a warm blanket had 
been thrown over her whole body, and she was drifting in the air.

She still had her legs hooked whorishly over the arms of the chair when 
he stood up, but through her pleasure-glazed eyes she could see how the 
front of his shorts were tented out with the abnormally stiffened 
erection of his prick.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then smelled his hand as 
he grinned.

"That was really good stuff," he breathed. "And now I'm gonna fuck you, 
honey. You don't know what good cummin' is until you've been forced to 
juice off by a hard peter."

He pulled her up by her arms, and she came to a standing position like 
a rag doll!

He helped her over to the bed and made her lie down lengthways. Then he 
ripped off his shorts and stood looking down at her as he slowly 
stroked his sturdy cock with one hand.

His hard-on was one of the best he'd ever had, over six stiff inches of 
horny meat throbbing to get into her soft gap!

He crawled on the bed with her, positioning himself above her supple 
young body on his hands and knees. His lustfully aroused cock rode out 
from between his legs like a lead pipe.

"C'mon, Pam," he husked, softly, "see if you can get your legs up 
around my waist!"

Weak as she was, she managed to lift both of her trembling feet and 
hook them brazenly around the strong young body hovering above her. And 
almost before she was finished, she felt the blunt head of his 
stimulated tool nudging eagerly between the sappy folds of her 
lubricated cunt.

Her pussy sucked in the glans of his stout prick with no trouble, but 
when he began to inch the powerfully gorged column deeper into her 
humid hole, she felt the quick, sharp pain of being fucked for the 
first time.

"N-no," she gasped, meekly. "Please, Bo, it hurts!"

"Not for long, doll! Take more of me!"

"No! NO!!"

But the horny stud trying to screw her untouched slit was beyond taking 
anything but YES for an answer!

He held her down by the shoulders as he forced his brutally extended 
cock further and further into her tight, twitching pussy.

She could feel the precious agony of having a cockhead force the mossy 
walls of her hot cunt apart, and as if by instinct she made her vaginal 
muscles constrict to stop him. But the very constriction made her whole 
vagina pulse with pleasure! The grainy, lickerish channel of her sex 
seemed to both reject and suck in his lecherous rod!

"Take it, baby!" he hissed softly. "Yeah, take my big pack right to my 
fuckin' balls!"

Despite her furry moans of protest, he thrust his naked buttocks once 
or twice and drove his hellish young prod up to the hairs in her 
gulping twat.

He stopped only when his balls were pressed snugly against the very rim 
of her stretched pussy, and his thick pubic hairs were mingled with her 
softer cunt fuzz.

To Pam's happy amazement, the pain had been transformed into the most 
delicious kind of joy.

Her whole cunt vibrated with the pleasure of having such a brawny cock 
pushed almost against her womb!

"Bo," she purred kittenishly, the corners of her mouth turning up in a 
little pink valentine of happiness. "Oh, Boooooo!"

"Let's fuck, you cute little bitch," he whispered down at her, his 
flushed face framed by his thick, tangled hair. "I've been wanting to 
get my prick into your beautiful little cunt since the first minute I 
saw you!"

Her pussy contracted greedily as he whispered the lewd invitation, and 
the lips of her gorged slit closed like warm pincers around the strong 
base of his bestial young prick.

Without another word, he began to gently pump his buttocks up and down. 
Her pussy was so tight that his large cock barely moved in its sheathed 
pleasure, but bit by bit her sappy hole relaxed enough so that he was 
soon massaging her cunt with oily thrusts of his whole rod.

Pam closed her eyes and let her mouth fall slackly open. The drumming, 
erotic rapture of feeling Bo's oversized cock pound in and out of her 
slavering snatch brought her to the brim of another delectable orgasm. 
She held off as long as she could, but when the winnowing, prickling 
spasms of completed lust overtook her, she didn't resist!

"F-f-fuck me!" she whispered, her voice deep and hot. "Oh, God, please 
fuck me!!"

His animal young body rose and fell above her with the monotonous 
regularity of a robot, and with each stroke he was forcing her pussy to 
suck the whole length of his strongly stiffened meat.

With an upthrusting of her own buttocks, Pam spasmed hard against his 
promiscuous prick, flooding the battering head with a warm balm of 
juices.

He didn't pause even when her cunt throbbed and bloated out, spilling 
salty fluids down over his balls. He simply kept fucking her as if 
nothing at all had happened.

Then it happened again.

Her frisky, inexperienced young pussy absorbed his hard-on right to her 
smoking womb, and she climaxed all over again!

Pam soon lost count of the times he had made her cum.

All she could feel now was the numbing, spreading joy of his big cock 
sluicing in and out of her pouting twat, and the nice way his large 
balls slapped against her buttocks with wet, obscene noises.

Her final orgasm was the one which triggered his own lusty balls to 
shoot. Her vaginal muscles contracted like a hot vice around the hard 
pole of flesh, and literally squeezed his sperm up from his testicles!

"S-s-shit!" he growled, opening his mouth and letting his tongue wag 
wetly out to one side as his balls tensed, then exploded. "Shit, it 
feels GOOD!"

His horny tool stiffened like stone in her hot pussy, and then she felt 
a torrent of spunk shoot like rockets high up into her womb.

She thought he would never stop cumming, and with each violent lunge of 
his draining prick the pleasured depths of her well fucked cunt 
responded by tightening even harder around his spurting cock.

When he was finally finished, and his grossly swollen young peter was 
pulled with a slurping sound from between the pink, wet, pooching lips 
of her pussy, Pam had never felt so satisfied in her life.

Even as the boy lay on his back, his penis jerking wetly over into a 
relaxed condition against his leg, she was curling up against him 
again, her lips warm against his ear.

"Fuck me again, Bo," she pleaded softly.

He lay there, listening to her beg to be screwed again while his peter 
got softer and softer.

Finally, he pulled her flushed buttocks against his body with both 
hands and grinned into her hopeful face.

"I know somebody who'd love to fuck you, Pam, somebody who can go as 
many times as your damned little cunt can take it."

"W-who?" she breathed, hotly.

She had never seen such a wicked twinkle in a boy's eyes before as Bo 
placed his lips against her small pink ear and whispered the forbidden 
word.

"My pa!"



Chapter 5


As Pam slipped out the back door of the Pauley house, it was if her 
mind had been stabbed by something long and blunt.

What Bo had suggested to her so casually had shocked her speechless.

He wanted her to have sex with his own father!

She could still hear the boy's voice, low and husky against her ear. "I 
get girls for pa all the time, baby. He likes 'em real young, like you. 
The younger the better, pa says. And you oughta see the prick on him. 
Hell, if I'm ever half the man my pa is, I'll be the luckiest 
sonofabitch in the world. I watched him fuck four girls one afternoon--
four of Mae's friends-and he made every goddamn one of 'em cum!"

She had listened, her cheeks flushed hot and tingling.

"Whatd'ya say, Pam? Wanta see if you can take one as big as pa's? I can 
arrange it."

That was when she had jumped off the bed and started pulling back on 
her panties!

Bo had merely stayed on the bed, naked and sprawled, his own large and 
gradually thickening penis rising a bit off his leg.

"Hey, honey, don't run off mad. If you don't want a good screwing from 
pa then I'll give you another one!"

But she had shook her head no, and before Bo could get his clothes on 
to follow her downstairs, she was out the back door and rushing up the 
alley.

She could never, she told herself, let Bo Pauley's father touch her. It 
would be like letting her own father fuck her, and even the thought of 
that sent goosebumps of discomfort down her spine.

When she reached home, her mom was on the phone. Pam was still nervous 
as a wildcat, and she wanted to run on up to her room, but her mother 
stopped her with a sharp call from the phone.

"Pam? Come here!"

Pam went reluctantly to where her mom sat with the phone in her hand, 
looking very worried.

"What is it, mother?"

"It's your grandmother, dear. She's worse, in the hospital. Do you want 
to take a couple of days off from school and go with me to Chicago?"

Suddenly the idea of escaping the little sexual cobweb she found 
herself tangled in with Bo, and his horrible suggestion about his 
father, appealed strongly to Pam. She didn't really know her 
grandmother very well, and so she felt nothing in particular about 
wanting to see her. But she did want to escape!

"Yes, mom," she said quickly. "Of course I'll go."

*   *   *

Less than six hours later, and after a hurried flight with hastily 
packed luggage, Pam and her mother stood in the hospital by the old 
lady's side. It was Jane's mother, and so she was in tears as she 
watched the withered face laboring to breathe under the oxygen tent.

Pam didn't really feel much of anything, except a general kind of pity 
for her mom. After all, Pam had seen her grandmother only a couple of 
times in her life. They weren't exactly a close-knit family.

As they stood there, the hospital room door opened and another member 
of the family came in, Pam's Uncle Joe, again somebody she hadn't seen 
since she was a tiny thing in pigtails. He was a large, slightly 
balding man with hair even on his knuckles. He was very well dressed, 
and he had a diamond ring on his little finger and a large, black cigar 
in the corner of his mouth. Although the cigar wasn't burning, he 
seemed to be puffing on it all the same.

Her Uncle Joe kissed and hugged her mom, then waltzed his strong arm 
around Pam and hugged her, too.

Then her mom and her brother huddled around the bed, whispering in 
hushed tones about the condition of their ailing mother.

Pam finally wandered out of the room and down into the coffee shop of 
the big hospital. She ordered a coke and flipped through some movie 
magazines until she felt a tap on her shoulder.

It was her Uncle Joe, smiling at her. And in the better light of the 
coffee shop, Pam could see that he looked very tired.

"Well, Pam, your mom thinks you and I should go see how everything is 
at your grandmother's apartment. She says she wants to stay maybe all 
night at mom's side, but I've got to get some rest. I just flew in from 
Europe, you know."

She didn't know, but she felt a tingle of excitement that her more or 
less long-lost uncle was so rich and important that he could fly from 
Europe to Chicago.

Her uncle had left his bag down at the emergency entrance of the 
hospital, so they went there and picked it up. Then they took a taxi to 
her grandmother's apartment, and rode up in the elevator together. When 
they got inside the well-furnished place, her uncle looked around 
through the rooms.

"You can sleep in there," he said casually.

"Oh, I'm not tired, Uncle Joe."

He smiled and shrugged. "Well, I'm bushed, honey. You don't mind if I 
take a quick shower than fall into bed. I've got to get some sleep so I 
can relieve your mother later this evening."

"Don't worry about me," Pam insisted. "I'll watch TV or something."

"Fine."

He started away from her, but paused and looked back, as if seeing her 
for the first time.

His eyes twinkled in his craggy, moderately handsome face. "Say, you've 
grown up like a weed, little lady. I think the last time I saw you, you 
were still in rompers. It's a shame my import and export business keeps 
me so darned far away from everybody."

Pam smiled. "Where did you fly in from, Uncle Joe?"

"Denmark, and that's one heck of a long trip. Hey, open my bag for me, 
will you? There's something you can have right on top."

"Really?"

"Sure. Just what a cute little girl like you might like."

While he took his shower, Pam popped open the expensive traveling bag 
and rummaged through the things at the top. She found a carefully 
wrapped package, then called out to her uncle if it was what he wanted 
her to have.

"Yeah--the package. Open it!"

She opened the package and found a beautiful little music box. It 
played Singing in the Rain with a lovely, tinkling sound.

She was toying with the nice gift when her eye fell on other things in 
the bag. She knew she shouldn't look, but since her uncle was splashing 
loudly in the shower, she decided to sneak a couple of quick, furtive 
glimpses of what other goodies he might have brought back from Denmark.

And that was the way she saw the dirty book.

It was stuffed to one side in the bag, and the instant Pam pulled it up 
the title jumped out at her in glaring letters. It was called SUCK MY 
BANANA!

Numbly, Pam flipped through the pages, gasping softly as the well-done 
color photos sprang up at her eyes, shocking but fascinating her.

Every photograph showed a man having his prick sucked by a beautiful 
and naked female! The poses were endlessly inventive, with close-ups of 
mouths circled wetly and hungrily over large, stiffly erect cocks. 
There were pictures of young boys being sucked off by older women, very 
young girls eating the hairy pricks of older men, black females licking 
on white cocks, and white females greedily sucking very large black 
organs! And there was one picture of three girls not one bit older than 
herself avidly licking and sucking on just one prick. The camera had 
angled so that all you could see were the faces of the three females 
turned so that they were sharing the fully erect, stout penis: one was 
sucking on the head of it, another was licking the column, and the 
third was stroking the big balls which hung below!

Pam felt her heart pounding savagely in her youthful breast as she 
stared at the picture.

Her Uncle Joe was nothing in the world but a dirty old man!

Pam jumped nervously as she heard the shower tap being turned off and 
she barely got the pornographic book stuffed back into her uncle's bag 
before he came out of the bathroom, a bathrobe wrapped around his 
large, hairy body.

"Hey, you look a little flushed, Pam," he said, slowly. "You feeling 
all right after your trip?"

"Y-yes."

"You like the music box?"

She nodded, the corners of her mouth jerking up in an attempt to smile.

"Good. Well, I'm going to hit the sack for a while. Don't get into any 
mischief while I'm asleep. We'll go have a good dinner when I get up--
okay?"

"Yes, Uncle Joe."

He left his bag in the living room, went to the bedroom he had chosen 
for himself and shut the door behind him.

The room was suddenly as quiet as a tomb, and all Pam could hear was 
her own softly panting breath.

She waited until she was sure her Uncle Joe was probably asleep, and 
then she pulled the book again out of his bag! She took the prurient 
thing to her own room and shut her door. Then she piled on the bed and 
began to look through the pictures again.

She had never dreamed that people could do such things in front of a 
camera. Such obscene things. Such abandoned, smutty things!

But as she poured over the pictures, the itching hotness of her pussy 
couldn't be denied. The photographs were arousing her, and she found 
herself wishing with this photo and that one that she was the female 
doing the sucking, the lapping, the wet, hot licking!

She couldn't deny how much she had enjoyed eating Bo Pauley's big 
prick, and she wished for him right now. She could just imagine how his 
lusty young eyes would sparkle if he could peer over her shoulder at 
the lewd pictures. Such lurid ideas represented in the book would make 
Bo's horsy young cock stand up between his legs like an iron bar!

The itch now spilled higher up into Pam's twitching little slit. She 
felt the tips of her sex pouting out hard against her panties, the 
cuntal hair quivering, her clitoris rising like a small, damp fang 
through the folds of her pussy.

As if in a dream, she quickly got off the bed and pulled off her 
clothes. Then, her creamy young body as naked as the day she was born, 
she crawled back on the bed and opened the book again.

The first picture she saw was of a lovely teen-aged girl sucking a 
grown man's penis. The girl had her lips ovaled snugly around the large 
head of the brutal, hairy prick. Her slender fingers, covered with 
cheap dime-store rings, were feathered up around the thick column of 
gorged flesh, and two or three fingers were pressed lower against the, 
firm swell of the oversized, black-haired balls.

With a low moan of frustration, Pam slipped one hand down between her 
legs and began to softly finger her throbbing cunt. The tip of her 
finger slipped easily into the sappy hotness of her twat, and she moved 
it back and forth almost lazily as she turned the pages of the 
salacious book.

As her pussy turned on, so did her tits. The cones seemed to spring out 
like quickly filling little balloons, and the nipples turned a dark 
pink and firmed, hard and pointing.

She came to a picture that sent another harsh ripple of passion all the 
way up to her womb, making her sink her finger even deeper into her 
hungering hole.

The photo showed two girls eating one man. He was sprawled so that his 
legs were hooked up around the shoulders and necks of the two wanton 
cock-suckers. Each of the girls handled one of his massive nuts, their 
fingertips pressured deep into the whiskered globes. One was moving 
just the tip of her tongue over the flared ridge of his glans, 
outlining each lusty curve. The other girl had her tongue as far out of 
her mouth as she could get it, and it was curled halfway around the 
hard column of the man's meat.

Pam closed her eyes tight, a hot smile spreading up the corners of her 
lips as she pumped her finger gently in and out of the elastic warmth 
of her quivering cunt.

It was at that moment she heard the low, soft chuckle behind her.

Pam whirled her head around, popping her finger out of the sucking lips 
of her hot pussy. She stared right into the face of her Uncle, who was 
standing in the open doorway, still dressed in his bathrobe.

"Uncle JOE!" she gasped, flushing scarlet with shame.

He grinned slackly, his own cheeks dark with color, but not shame. He 
had obviously been enjoying the show she was putting on for some time.

"Like my book, honey?" he whispered, huskily.

"I--I--" Pam broke off, knowing full well that it would be hopelessly 
idiotic of her to try to wriggle out of such a whorish circumstance. 
Then she gulped in a quick breath and hissed softly back at him. "Y-you 
won't tell mother, will you?"

Her uncle grinned again, winking. "Are you kidding, Pam? Why in hell 
should I tell your mom anything? She's got enough to worry about."

Her uncle took a step toward the bed, and at the same time he brought 
one of his thick, hairy hands up and slipped loose the cloth belt 
holding his robe in place.

Pam stared, her flesh tingling with wild, uncontrollable excitement as 
the robe fell open.

Her uncle had hair all over his body. It was a tangle of dark, matted 
ringlets on his chest and flat stomach. And it grew into a huge tuft 
below his navel and several inches out along the base of his prick.

But it was his prick that riveted Pam's most titillated interest. It 
was a very large thing, hanging softly down several thick inches below 
his balls. It was darker than his thighs, and the apple-shaped head at 
the end of it looked dry and clean. There were several huge veins that 
stood out on the sides of the mature penis.

Without saying a word, her uncle took the robe all the way off, then 
fumbled in the pocket of it for a cigar. He stuck the black thing in 
his mouth, then cupped his hands as he lit it. Then he blew out the 
match and tossed it aside, smiling again casually at her.

"You ever suck a man's cock, Pam?" he breathed, quietly.

She felt a lickerish thrill pound through her blood!

"I--I--"

"Maybe some boy?" he questioned.

The telltale flush over her face was all the answer he needed. His grin 
spread a bit, and he moved the big cigar over to one corner of his 
mouth.

Then he walked over to the edge of the bed, his large, lax cock wagging 
goatishly between his legs.

"There's a lot we don't have to tell your mom, honey," he whispered, 
gently. "I won't tell her I had an idea you'd find that Danish 
pornography in my bag, and you don't tell her that you decided to find 
out all there is to know about sucking your Uncle Joe's big prod."

Despite her initial fear, Pam felt her spicy young cunt throbbing wetly 
again!

She remembered what Mae Pauley had told her about eating the TV-repair 
man, how his prick had been so big and juicy between her lips, and how 
it had taken the grown man much longer to cum than it did a teenaged 
male.

"C'mon, baby," her uncle husked, "let's do some of the things you've 
been looking at in the book, and to hell with using your finger on 
yourself. I've got a tongue in my mouth that would feel a lot better 
down there."

His drawled words held absolutely no threat in them, and the softness 
of his voice began to melt Pam's resistance!

"Play with it a little, Pam," he pleaded, gently. "See if you can get 
it hard for me."

Pam slowly changed her position on the bed so that she was on her hands 
and knees in front of her uncle. Then, with her fingers trembling with 
anticipation, she reached out and curled her hand all the way around 
his very large, soft tool.

She pulled his prick forward, feeling the first faint sign of a 
lumbering stiffness surging into the column.

"Suck it," he breathed.

Pam opened her fourteen-year-old mouth and ovaled her lips lightly 
around the thick head of her uncle's cock. She ran her tongue wetly in 
circles, feeling the glans respond nicely to her wanton touches.

"Good," her uncle whispered, shifting the big cigar all the way over to 
the opposite side of his lips as she gingerly sucked at just the head 
of his prick.

Pam felt the whole column of his mature penis begin to fill with blood 
now, hardening to the delicious friction her tongue was making on the 
end of it.

Instinctively, she brought both of her hands up and cupped his hairy 
balls. They felt huge and warm between the tips of her fingers, and the 
matted hair covered her nails.

With a little moan of need, she took more of his strongly erecting rod 
into her mouth, sucking hotly as the flesh turned to stone.

Her uncle spread his feet apart and pushed his aroused cock gently 
further into her mouth, making the bloated head of it touch against the 
back of her throat.

Pam hummed softly as the taste of his grown and horny prick made icy 
ripples of pleasure crawl up her spine.

"Jesus, you do that good," he groaned. "You've damned sure sucked one 
of these before!"

As if to endorse his rakish observation, Pam pressed her fingers harder 
into his glowing balls and slid her stretched lips as far down toward 
the root of his cock as she could.

The black bristle of his pubic hairs touched against her nose before 
she slowly pulled back, leaving every inch of his massive tool gleaming 
with her saliva.

With another husky groan of delight, her uncle gently extracted his 
throbbing peter from between her reluctant, nibbling lips.

It stood rigidly out from between his hairy legs now, a burly, hot, 
purple-headed monster mad to be sucked longer and better by her cunning 
mouth.

He crawled on the bed with her, making the springs creak in protest as 
his large body joined with hers on the sheet. He was so strong that he 
literally pulled her into a sixty-nine position as easily as if she had 
been a cloth doll!

Pam had never experienced such a sex act, but she knew without being 
told that he was going to eat her pussy while she sucked his cock!

He forced her to get on all-fours above him, so that her pubescent cunt 
could be lowered right down over his face, leaving her perfectly free 
to suck his large prick in any fashion she chose.

His penis was now fully erect, standing up between his legs like a 
thick club, the dark hairs stubbled out an inch or two along the 
column.

With a kittenish sigh, Pam sank her mouth hotly down over the luscious 
morsel and began to gluttonously suck for dear life!

She sucked even harder and hotter as she felt her uncle's long, soft 
tongue worm lustfully up between the sprouted folds of her frisky slit. 
He pumped his tongue hungrily in and out of the dewy lips of her pussy, 
tasting her girlish charms as if he were eating pumpkin pie!

After a few moments of testing the hotness of her teenaged cunt, her 
uncle grunted with growing lust and slapped both of his large hands 
against the curves of her naked buttocks, holding her in place as he 
hammered his slobbering tongue deeper and deeper into her snatch.

The pleasure of having her budding young hole eaten was reflected in 
the greedy, voluptuous way Pam began to suck her uncle's big cock. She 
rode her wanton mouth all the way down to his balls with every stroke, 
constricting her cheeks very hard as she came back up so that the hard 
column of his prick was outlined on either side of her face.

It took almost thirty minutes of the most lascivious kind of sucking to 
make her Uncle Joe cum. But she enjoyed every second of it, because for 
her trouble he repaid her by tonguing her into three or four of the 
most delicious orgasms imaginable. Her pliant, overheated young pussy 
almost drowned him with every gushing spasm of completed lust.

As for the nectar Pam sucked so covetously to attain, it came in 
several savage, throat-gagging spurts, filling her throat like foiling 
honey!

The kind of hot honey from the male she was beginning to develop an 
insatiable appetite for!



Chapter 6


As her Uncle Joe's piping-hot spunk gushed thickly against the back of 
her throat, Pam sucked and swallowed with deep and stroking bobs of her 
head.

Her uncle groaned lustily as his large, grossly veined prick throbbed 
and ejaculated. Then, as Pam went down on him again until the thick 
black hairs at the base of his cock made a stubble against her nose, he 
stabbed his lecherous tongue back into her slick pussy and gobbled her 
sweet-tasting meat like an animal.

Pam moaned softly as the winnowing pleasure of having her tight slit so 
brutally tongued filled her loins like a fire. She wriggled her trim 
pussy hard against his slurping mouth, the girlish muscles in her 
buttocks tensing as one final spasm of joy rippled through her body.

The huge and hairy organ she had drained softened briefly in her mouth, 
but she kept lightly licking and loving it with her tongue. The pungent 
odor of his male sperm flooded like a perfume up into her nostrils, and 
the thick, fishy taste of his cream lingered in her mouth.

Her uncle finally pulled his lips away from her wet, pink cunt with a 
lewd smacking sound, leaving the hairs dripping with her expended 
juices.

"Jesus, what a hot little bitch you are," he husked happily. "I haven't 
had my cock sucked like that since I left Copenhagen!"

Pam grinned, giving the bloated, slimy head of his prick one or two 
more teasing licks with the flat of her tongue as she held it with both 
hands.

Then she slid back around and lay down on top of her uncle's hairy, 
somewhat corpulent body. Her own teenaged form seemed light on top of 
him, but she could feel his hairy chest and stomach chafing her warm 
flesh pleasantly.

She toyed with his warm ears, and then began to kiss him on his mouth.

With a savage grunt of fresh lust, her uncle placed both of his big 
hands at the sides of her head and pulled her delicious young mouth 
hard over his own. He drove his amorous tongue so deep into her throat 
that she gagged, but when he pulled back her cheeks were flushed with 
excitement.

The rim of her wanton little pussy was throbbing again now, and she 
could feel the numbing itch reaching high up into her womb. All she 
could think about was what Bo Pauley had asked her, if she would like 
to be fucked by his paw.

She knew the tasty treat now of a grown man's prick, and she could 
barely control the lascivious desire which had overtaken her and was 
driving such a blistering hotness up the channel of her adolescent 
cunt.

"Fuck me, Uncle Joe," she whispered, huskily. "Please!"

The middle-aged man smiled lecherously at her, his eyes slitted and 
smoky with interest.

"Baby, I'm not one of your young bucks," he breathed helplessly. "Hell, 
couldn't you have said you wanted screwed before you sucked me off. I'm 
not good for much right now."

He saw the disappointment cloud her face.

He waited just a heartbeat, and then he cupped his mouth close to her 
ear, "You really need a good fucking, sweetheart?"

She nodded, her pulse pounding brazenly in her throat.

His large and hairy hands circled over the twin mounds of her small, 
naked buttocks. He pressured his fingertips into the firm, rosy flesh, 
making her pussy quiver against his hairy stomach.

"I know just the guy who can satisfy you, baby, but you gotta promise 
on a damn stack of courthouses that you won't ever tell your mom."

"W-who?" she breathed back, knowing that she didn't really care!

"Friend of mine. The custodian in the building here. I've known Willy 
from the time I lived here with mom. He used to fix me up with girls, 
and I'd fix him up. Think you'd like to have him try to pump some of 
that mischief out of your cute little snatch?"

She nodded her head and nibbled at her uncle's earlobe.

Her uncle grinned, his eyes flashing. "Yeah, let me call old Willy up 
here. Hell, maybe by the time he's through I'll be able to take a 
couple of rides on your beautiful little pussy myself!"

Her uncle got off the bed, leaving her sprawled in the middle as he 
walked back into the living room to the phone.

She heard him making some muffled conversation, and to pass the time 
she picked up the dirty book again and began to look at more pictures.

She found one of two Scandinavian sailors standing with their tight 
pants down on either side of a very willing girl. Both of the sailors 
had their stiff pricks stuck in the girl's mouth-one from each side--
and her long, eager tongue was wrapped wetly around both of the 
cockheads. A beer bottle was stuck up the wanton slut's cunt, as if 
while she sucked she liked to have something filling her hole!

The naughty picture made Pam's own pussy tingle and quake.

Her uncle came back into the room, his large, soft penis wagging rudely 
between his legs. It looked larger and darker from the heavy sucking 
Pam had done, and one or two veins stood out prominently at the sides.

Her uncle casually lit his cigar again, then smiled at her. "Willy will 
be right up, and he's horny as ever."

Pam waited, her nerves tingling with anticipation. Oddly enough, she 
realized that having sex with her uncle was like having it with a total 
stranger, and the man he had sent for would be even more of a stranger. 
And although she couldn't quite understand why, she felt less shame or 
fear from letting grown men she didn't know well toy with her body. 
After all, it wasn't as if either her uncle or this Willy person lived 
next door to her!

When the knock came on the apartment door, her uncle hurried to let the 
custodian in, and when he brought him back to the bedroom, Pam's eyes 
bulged with surprise.

Willy was as black as the ace of spades!

He was a tall, hard-muscled black man, much younger than her uncle. He 
had the kind of ebony skin that looks almost blue in the highlights, 
but there was something in the long, thick-lipped face and ridged brow 
that ignited the darkest sparks of curiosity and lust inside of Pam's 
youthful loins.

Without a word, Willy took off his pants and shirt. She could see the 
large organ folded sideways in his white jockey shorts, and as he 
lifted his feet up one by one to pull off his shoes the imprisoned 
prick seemed to push out the front of his shorts like a fist.

Her uncle settled himself into a chair close to the bed, cigar smoking 
at the corner of his mouth. There was something about the almost boyish 
curl of his grin that suggested he had done this kind of thing many 
times before--watched another man fuck.

Pam felt a wild prickle of carnal need inside her cunt as Willy raked 
off his shorts and tossed them down with the rest of his clothes.

His long, black prick swung out from between his legs like a snake. He 
was uncircumcised, and the wrinkled cowl of flesh almost completely 
covered the egg-shaped pink glans.

The size of the inky tool made Pam's tight little pussy constrict with 
both fear and pleasure.

Unlike her Uncle Joe, the black man had no hair at all on his velvety-
smooth skin. There was only a small patch of coarse fringe at the root 
of his oversized cock, and even his balls were smooth as satin.

He came to the bed with a wide grin on his face, and even before he 
reached Pam his cock was sticking straight out, as thick and hard and 
black as a big sausage.

With a wildly beating heart, Pam willingly opened her tempting young 
thighs just as she had for Bo, and the sight of her gently parted 
cuntlips made the black prick stiffen into a final rigidity!

Willy crawled on the bed, once again making it squeak with an erotic 
and musical sound. He positioned himself between her legs as if to 
thrust his large penis squarely up her slit, but instead he leaned over 
her and slowly took one of her perky little tits between his thick, 
sable lips.

Pam gasped as the negroid mouth began to suck and chew her spicy 
nipple, roiling it this way and that with a tongue that seemed huge to 
her.

Both of her nipples grew as firm as large pebbles!

Willy released one tit, then slathered his wet, pink tongue over to 
taste the other one. He sucked back and forth from one swelling orb to 
the other, each time leaving her nipples firmer and darker and wetter 
than before. Before he was finished, he was sucking the whole cone of 
each breast deep up into his mouth, so deep that the tender white flesh 
crinkled around the dark lips sucking it.

The foreplay turned Pam on completely.

If before she had been afraid of the huge, dusky cock riding out 
between Willy's legs, now she was demanding it!

Her panting breath made her uncle smile from where he sat, and he 
slitted his eyes to enjoy the spectacle of his well-built black friend 
about to fuck the small-boned, beautiful white girl.

The libidinous joy of sucking Pam's frisky young tits had made a change 
in Willy's long cock. The pink head was uncovered now, and it looked 
like a large apricot attached to the end of the coal-black column of 
meat.

Expertly, Willy forced just the glans of his titan prick between the 
succulent folds of Pam's eager pussy. Immediately, her sly young cunt 
sucked hotly around the invading bulb, moistening it all over.

"Y'all ready, honey?" Willy whispered, his eyes glittering in his dark 
face.

For an answer, Pam brought both of her arms up and curled her hands 
around Willy's strong, inky biceps. Nothing could possibly have looked 
more erotic in the filthy book her uncle had dragged back from Europe 
than the sight of her white, teenaged body, pussy spread and ready to 
take the immoderately long and large ebony cock of the grown black man.

He lifted his shiny dark buttocks and gave a short thrust, forcing the 
first inch or so of his prick into her pliant slit. The creamy-soft, 
white lips of her pussy rolled back moistly as the swarthy column of 
Willy's penis rode crudely but smoothly into her twat.

He paused, his large black peter throbbing lustfully just inside her 
twitching vagina, and then he drove it more than halfway up between her 
legs.

Pam gave a joyous little gulp as she felt the warm bar of dark meat 
pushing out the walls of her cunt. All along the channel of her pussy 
the tingling, itching need for more of his cock triggered the deepest 
passion in her girlish core.

"More!" she hissed, softly, gazing almost dreamily up into the 
grinning, black face. "I--I want all of it, Willy!"

The sluttish invitation to be fucked was all the muscular darky needed!

With the muscles bunching in his firm buttocks, he thrust his pussy-
loving prick deep up into her lightly haired quim. It stopped a few 
inches short of his balls, and so he thrust again. He dug his dark 
knees deep into the mattress and bucked his hips forward until his jet-
black cock was buried out of sight between the stretched folds of Pam's 
sex.

She could feel his African tool all the way up to her womb, and the 
pink head of it was touching lightly, teasingly right against her 
pulsing uterus!

"UUUMMMmmmmmm," she sighed, the corners of her mouth twitching upward 
in a warm and grateful smile. "Fuck me, Willy! FUCK!!!"

Her wantonly whispered words seemed to curl the black stud's hair even 
more!

With a grunt of muted lust he began to quickly stroke his gorged cock 
back and forth inside the broiling hotness of her adolescent snatch. On 
each stroke her pussy seemed to grow wetter and deeper, bloating out 
and constricting in tempo with his rhythmic pumping.

Her uncle still sat in the chair, watching-but his tired penis was 
showing some real signs of life again!

Willy fucked her exactly the way he would have screwed one of his 
sisters in a cotton patch. He humped his blackish butt up and down as 
if it were oiled, and each time he pounded his prick home his firm, 
sooty balls slapped lewdly against the pale crack of Pam's ass!

She could feel the pleasure flaming up from her loins. Each staccato 
stroke of his long, hard dick sent a spill of ecstasy through her body, 
and in only seconds she was brimming on the edge of a deeply delicious 
orgasm.

With a little, soft neighing sound of delight, Pam lifted her legs and 
stretched them out on either side of Willy's dark hips. She pointed her 
toes as the gushering joy of her spasming cunt overtook her like a rush 
of hot flames.

"GGGAAAHHH!" she gasped. "AHHHH--OOOHHHhhh!!!"

Her pussy flooded Willy's slamming cock with a copious spending of 
juices!

He kept fucking her, making her spasming pussy suck hotly in one 
squishing gulp after another.

Her Uncle Joe leaned forward in his chair as he watched her cum, 
stimulated by the sight of her pretty young face flushed with raw lust 
and pleasure. And stimulated even more by the sight of Willy's stout, 
black prick as it oiled in and out of her irresistible slit, slimy as a 
snake with her joy-juice!

Having cum once, the fires of Pam's passion mounted even higher. With 
the agility of a jungle monkey being fucked by an ape, she climbed her 
trim white legs high up over the dusky back of Willy, and then reached 
both her hands down to clasp the cheeks of his moving ass.

It was the final sight that her Uncle Joe needed to make his own cock 
rise to the occasion!

He had seen his pal Willy fuck a helluva lot of hot females in his 
time, but there was nothing in the book to compare with the way his 
young niece was making every pumping thrust count! From his vantage 
point, the view was electric enough to make a corpse get a hard-on: 
Willy had his buttocks flared apart so that his balls and cock could be 
free to hammer home into the roasted little cunt, and Pam had her legs 
curled like a love-vine around Willy's waist, and both of her hands 
clutched like talons into his ass.

"Christ," the balding uncle rasped, feeling his own cock thicken 
rapidly, "I want some of this action, too!"

He got out of his chair and walked around and around the bed, trying to 
find some opening, more or less, for his own pleasure.

But Pam and Willy were so lustily entangled that he could only stand 
there with his long, hairy prick throbbing helplessly until nature took 
her wanton course.

The course nature took was to finally squeeze the viscous fluid from 
Willy's slapping nuts, and pour it like thick spurts of lava hard into 
Pam's pussy.

A low moan of salacious joy escaped Pam's lips as she felt the rapid 
injections of Willy's black cock, filling her already wet and humid 
cunt like a big syringe!

Willy's lust maddened climax triggered one for Pam, also. Her breath 
came in gasping, furious pants as her vaginal walls clasped Willy's 
swollen organ and the juices seeped out over his testicles like warm 
honey.

Her Uncle Joe was almost jumping up and down with lust!

"Pull out, Willy," he rasped impatiently. "Lemme dick her!"

Willy grinned almost lazily as the last drops of his hot spunk slupped 
from the tip of his satisfied penis deep inside the girl's hole. Then 
he slowly pulled his long cock out of the sappy softness, allowing it 
to make a popping sound as it pulled free of the clinging, reluctant 
lips.

Pam's uncle jumped right in the saddle, butting his thicker, more 
lecherous prod squarely up the foaming center of Pam's twat.

Her uncle began to fuck her so hard that his hairy belly rubbed roughly 
over her warm, smaller stomach, and his bullish balls completely 
covered the thin crack of her asshole.

Willy stood by the side of the bed with his oversized peter drooping 
slightly, veined and slick from the powerfully expended juices of Pam's 
frenzied young cunt.

Then the black cock gave a quick jerk of attention as Willy saw Pam 
wantonly signaling for him to come close enough to the edge of the bed 
for her to suck on him while she was being fucked.

Willy didn't have to have the invitation engraved!

Like an old-time plantation slave bidden by his missus, Willy nudged 
his black knees close up against the side of the bed and offered Pam's 
youthful mouth the feast of his magnificent black prick.

While her uncle savagely fucked her cock-maddened hole, Pam reached 
both hands up and grasped the slick, almost oily column of Willy's big 
penis. It was still soft enough to feel like a sleepy snake in her 
fingers, but she pulled the dark snout of uncircumcised meat down to 
her lips and sucked it hungrily in.

Willy stood with his long arms hanging limply down at his sides, 
staring down at the almost unbelievable sight of one of the cutest 
little white gals he'd ever seen trying her best to suck as much of his 
big, black pecker into her mouth as she could.

He grinned slackly, letting Pam feed any way she wanted to on his 
enormous peter.

As for Pam, she was lost in the scalding lust of the moment. With her 
cunt burning from the deep-massaging cock of her horny uncle, she 
sucked hungrily on the deliciously large black prick funneled down into 
her mouth. And the more she used her voluptuous tongue on the strapping 
penis, the larger and longer and harder it grew!

Willy felt his erectile muscles stiffening into steel cords as the 
gobbling young mouth turned his cock into a dark club of lust.

"Atta baby," Willy whispered huskily, his thick lips riding back in a 
lascivious grin as he felt his prick twitch pleasurably between the 
tender lips of the young girl. "Eat it like cornpone! Suck my black 
dick! Mouth me good, honey!!"

Pam was too busy sucking to hear the feverish requests hissing from 
above her. With her eyes glazed in amorous passion, she bobbed her head 
back and forth, taking in seven or eight inches at a time of the 
thickly gorged dusky tool.

She could feel Willy's lustful cock growing as stiff as stone in her 
throat, and she pretended that her mouth was her pussy and that she was 
merrily fucking him all over again!

In the meantime, her uncle was puffing like a choo-choo train as he 
worked to expel his sperm, to redirect the boiling juice from his balls 
to her cunt!

As his climax approached, the middle-aged lecher grabbed both of Pam's 
maidenly buttocks in his hands and lifted her high up off the mattress, 
literally slit-fucking her in mid air!

The novelty of having her pussy so royally treated brought a quick 
series of lovely spasms cascading through Pam's loins. Her whole vagina 
closed together around her uncle's delighted penis like a wet, soapy 
fist, and she experienced a prolonged and thrilling orgasm.

Juices dripped from the rim of her satisfied snatch as her uncle 
continued to pump his own exploding prick into her to the root.

Then, with the lusty roar of a satyr, her Uncle Joe brutally unloaded 
his overheated balls into her squirming cunt. His powerfully ejected 
fluids cauterized the core of her pussy with one thumping splash of 
spunk after another.

And even as his weary testicles paid their ultimate tribute to such a 
beautiful and willing young hole, Willy was reaching another point of 
no return.

His black prick was buried down Pam's throat to the nap of crisp pubic 
hairs at the root. And one or two lusty strokes of his tensed buttocks 
released the brimming level of his nuts to the searching young tongue.

Willy filled her throat with enough sperm to populate half of Georgia!

It was several seconds later that Pam recovered enough to realize that 
she had the hot cream of two contented males foaming both out of her 
cunt and the corners of her mouth, and that she was loving every drop 
of it.

There was no doubt at all in her scheming, oversexed young mind now 
about what she would do when she got back home. And it centered quite 
shamelessly on none other than Bo Pauley's well-hung, cunt-craving pa!!



Chapter 7


Pam woke up in her own bed back home and stretched lazily.

She had made the long flight back from Chicago, leaving her mom behind 
to stand watch over her sick but lingering grandmother. Her Uncle Joe 
had driven her to the airport and seen her off, and Pam could still 
remember the grateful twinkle in her uncle's eyes as he kissed her 
good-bye and pressed a fifty dollar bill into her hand.

"Sure hope to meet you again real soon, honey," he had crooned. "You've 
made an old man happy as a damn boy."

She had kissed her cute uncle back, whispering in his ear that he 
wasn't old, that he wasn't very much older than her wonderful daddy.

The mention of her father's name had made her uncle grin. "Say, I'll 
bet that brother-in-law of mine really has to tie down his pecker with 
something like you parading around all the time."

"Why, shame on you, Uncle Joe," she had breathed, "I'm sure daddy never 
thinks dirty thoughts the way you do."

Her uncle made one of those husky "heh-heh" sounds that dirty old men 
are famous for, then lowered his voice to one final bombshell whisper 
of information: "Didn't your White Knight papa ever tell you about him 
and me and your mom before they were married?"

"N-no. What?"

"You still got your sweet little hand on that stack of courthouses? You 
swear you won't tell?"

"I promise, Uncle Joe!"

"Okay, then I guess it's time you got a little more educated. Your dad 
and I both used to screw your mom--take turns at it, in fact. Hell, I 
was fucking my sis--your own mom--when she was little more than 
twelve."

"Uncle Joe," Pam had gasped, more in delight than shock.

The old lecher grinned at her. "Don't knock it, baby. You'd be damn 
lucky if you had a big brother to take care of that itch all the time. 
I wanted your mom every hour on the hour when I was about sixteen or 
seventeen. I wasn't a bad looking guy then, and your mom used to groove 
like a two-bit whore every afternoon after school. Hell, we did 
everything in the book in those days. Then she met your dad, and we 
turned it into a real fun three-some until they got married."

"I--I can't imagine daddy and mom--"

"Look, Miss Priss," her uncle had interrupted, "you don't think your 
generation invented sex, do you? Christ, you show me a guy with hair on 
his balls, and I'll show you a guy who would fuck his own daughter, 
given the right chance."

Now, as Pam lay in her bed at home, the words seemed to stand out in 
her mind like neon lights: I'll show you a guy who would fuck his own 
daughter!

She wondered if Hank Pauley and Mae ...

The answer seemed very obvious to her. Of course Mae was letting her 
own father fuck her! Hadn't Bo told her how Mr. Pauley had screwed some 
of Mae's girl friends one afternoon? And that certainly meant that Mae 
wasn't sitting on the sidelines like a cheerleader!

The idea of a father-daughter relationship brought Pam wide awake now, 
and the coned tips of her more experienced and budding young tits began 
to firm and point.

With her mom in Chicago, she was alone with her daddy in this big 
house!

As Pam lay in the bed, her pussy and breasts heating rapidly with 
erotic thoughts, she heard a familiar sound. It was a sound she had 
heard almost every Saturday morning for as long as she could remember. 
It was the low, buzzing sound of her daddy's woodworking tools in the 
basement.

Pam lay thinking for a long time, the buzzing noise almost imitating 
the constant drone inside the lips of her wanton young cunt.

For the first time in her life she had a raw, sexual urge to know what 
her daddy was like.

In short, she knew now that she wanted to fuck him!

"But how?" she whispered to herself, uncertainly. "How on earth will I 
ever get up the nerve to ask him!?"

She continued lying in bed, thinking things through. She found herself 
wishing that she had asked her Uncle Joe how to go about seducing her 
own father!

And then she remembered how her daddy had stared at Mae Pauley when she 
was sun-bathing on the lawn. And how later that same day he hadn't been 
able to take his eyes off the girl because she was dressed in that 
sluttishly short garment and thin blouse.

A motto Pam had heard someplace came singing into her brazen young 
mind: It pays to advertise!

And Mae Pauley must have learned that lesson a very long time ago!

With a smile perking up her pretty lips, Pam hopped out of bed and 
rummaged in her bureau. She had shorts and halters, too, but even the 
ones she had worn that first day over to visit Bo didn't seem daring 
enough for her!

As she rummaged, another idea came into her feverishly working brain--
and then another--and another!

In seconds she was down the hall in her mom's bedroom, pulling out the 
bottom drawer of her mother's bureau, looking for the item she knew was 
there.

She found the pair of skimpy black-lace panties neatly folded under a 
pile of much more conservative under-garments. Her daddy had bought the 
panties once as a joke for her mom, but as far as Pam knew the lewd 
things had never been worn.

But they were about to be!

She hurried back to her room and dashed out of her pajamas. Then she 
slipped her slender legs into the torrid bit of lingerie, pulling the 
licentious looking panties up snugly over her hips.

She paraded in front of the mirror a time or two, turning this way and 
that to see how her firm young buttocks filled out the offensive 
garment. And then she slipped into the frilly pink gown which her daddy 
had given her last Christmas.

Then she got back into bed and picked up the princess phone by her bed. 
Her clever father had installed a separate phone in the basement so 
that his boss could call him down there without making the other phones 
ring all over the house.

Pam dialed the number and held the receiver in her excited and 
trembling hands as she waited.

"Yeah?" her father's voice said finally.

"Daddy! It's me."

"Hi, skipper! You up, yet?"

"I--I don't feel so good, daddy. Could you, uh, bring me some orange 
juice in bed?"

"Sure, baby. Hang on and I'll be right up!"

She snapped down the receiver and huddled just under the thin sheet. 
She instinctively sprawled her legs a bit apart, feeling a delicious 
tingle of anticipation crawl ruttishly along the rim of her minxlike 
pussy.

It seemed an eternity, but finally she heard him coming along the 
hallway!

The rosy tips of her tits burned against the filmy gown, making little 
pointed peaks in the sheet.

Her daddy came into the room bearing an absolutely huge glass of pure 
orange juice.

He was dressed in his old jeans, which were a little too tight on him, 
and the place where his penis rested to the left of his crotch was worn 
almost white from the normal pressure of supporting his prick.

Pam had seen that white spot a thousand times before, but today it had 
a new meaning for her. It meant that she was, for the first time, 
consciously aware that her daddy was hung like a horse!

He came over to the bed with a concerned look on his face.

"What's wrong, honey?" he breathed. "Was the plane trip back too much 
for you?"

She nodded, acting her role to the hilt. "I--I feel funny in my back, 
daddy. Could you rub it for me?"

"Sure, skipper."

She rolled over on her tummy before he had a chance to pull down the 
sheet. She wasn't quite ready to let him see that she was all but 
naked!

He sat down on the edge of the bed and began using his large, firm 
fingers to gently massage the upper part of her back. It wasn't quite 
satisfactory to get a rubdown with the gown on, and so she asked him to 
slip it down.

He hesitated for a second, then carefully stripped the thin gown all 
the way to her waist. The sheet was still pulled up enough so that he 
couldn't notice yet the sultry, black-lace panties.

"Rub me good, daddy," she purred, resting her flushed face on one arm.

Once again his fingers dug gingerly into her firm, creamy young flesh, 
massaging and manipulating her skin.

"Down the sides a little more," she crooned, softly.

Once more his fingers seemed to hesitate, then he did as she wanted, 
inching down past her shoulder blades and into the rib cage, stopping 
just at the point where her witchy young breasts started to form.

Having her daddy's hands so close to her excitable tits made Pam 
tremble with pleasure, and she could feel the pouting lips of her pussy 
pressing against the black panties like a mouth!

"UUUHHHmmm, that feels so good, daddy!"

"Does it, baby?"

"Yes. Do it lower."

"Lower?"

"Ummmmmm."

She almost smiled as she felt his blunt, male fingertips fumbling down 
the small of her back to her waist. He rubbed her a few times there.

"Feel better?" he breathed, a little huskily.

"Yes, but lower, daddy. Lower."

Still he hesitated, and she could hear his uneven breathing above her.

"Please, daddy," she mewed, kittenishly, "sitting on that old plane has 
made me sore all over."

His voice came back like a ragged edge of broken glass. "Baby, if I 
could, I'd rub you all over, but--"

"But what, daddy?"

"Well, I ..."

His words trailed off into a breathy whisper, and to help him decide 
what he could or could not do, she reached behind her and deftly yanked 
down the sheet past her cutely humped buttocks.

She heard his throaty gasp. "Where the hell did you, uh, are those your 
mom's--?"

When he broke off, Pam grinned. "Rub me," she hissed softly, making the 
hiss as innocent but urgent sounding as she dared!

Once more his fingers dug into her flesh, but this time he moved gently 
into the pantied area covering her spicy ass. She could feel his 
stroking hands fumbling uncertainly along the curves of her buttocks, 
then dabbing and rubbing more firmly as her warm rear end responded 
with pleasure.

"Oh, I love that, daddy," she purred.

He kept massaging, moving his fingertips closer and closer to the 
mouth-watering crease between the cheeks of her teenaged ass, roiling 
the tempting hillocks of her lower butt the way a baker works dough.

"Lower," she whispered from the pillow.

He knew then.

She knew he knew!

Without a word, he slowly inched his dabbing fingers lower and lower, 
until he was actually dimpling his thumbs against the lower part of her 
pussy!

"OOOooohhh, daddy!"

His thumbs seemed to grow larger and he worked them even lower, pawing 
the moist area of her cunt, close to her anus.

Her ambitious little twat opened hotly, throbbing madly!

She could feel her clitoris rising hard and wet at the upper extreme of 
her pussy ...

Then her father did the thing she'd hoped he would do.

He hooked his index fingers into the top of the black, sexy panties and 
pulled them down!

Her naked, rosy young butt would have made a saint horny!

His fingers came greedily back to her pooching rear, and this time 
there was no pretense at what he felt. He massaged her beautiful, 
fourteen-year-old ass until it was glowing!

And then she heard the magic word from her daddy, a word which came out 
of his lips with a hoarse rasp:

"Lower?"

"YES!!"

She lifted her burning cunt up off the sheet, and he slipped his palmed 
hand snugly down between her legs. Immediately her pussy grew hotter 
and damper against his hand, and as he rubbed the hair-lined cuntlips 
she moaned softly with joy.

He played with her snatch until she was on the brink of an orgasm, and 
then she rolled over away from him.

Her naked body lay before him like a feast for a starved man, and she 
watched his eyes glitter with the same kind of lust she had seen in the 
Pauley males, and in her Uncle Joe and Willy.

Her daddy was a man after all!

He swallowed hard, and she saw the tip of his tongue move uncertainly 
along his lower lip.

He was so handsome and sexy looking that she felt a deep and abnormal 
ache in the core of her wanton young slit!

"Jesus, baby," he husked, softly, "are we sure we know what the hell 
we're doing this morning?"

She took a deep breath, the words slurring out of her throat like tiny 
flames. "Fuck me, daddy--fuck me good!"

His mature male mouth twitched in a helpless grin.

"Your mom would kill us both!" he managed hoarsely.

Pam grinned wickedly up into his face, her thighs sprawled invitingly 
apart to show her already wet and hungry pussy. "Mom isn't here, daddy. 
So what do we care what she doesn't know!"

Nobody could have denied the lusty logic of that!

To clinch the situation, Pam sat up on her elbows and reached over 
between her daddy's legs. The white spot to the left of his crotch was 
bulging now, and the outline of his large cock pulsed outward.

Pam touched his sheathed penis with the tips of her fingers, lightly 
measuring the length of his virile tool. His big prick vibrated under 
her teasing caress.

"God," he groaned, licking his lips again as he alternated in staring 
at her whorish teenaged cunt and at the way her experienced fingers 
were toying and pressuring the big dick to come out of hiding.

"Take it out, daddy," she pleaded, hotly, "I want to suck it before you 
fuck me."

It was the last straw!

He reached both of his hands up and quickly unzipped his fly. He 
started to dig into his shorts, but she pushed his hand away and 
substituted her own.

Her nimble little fingers explored deep inside his open jeans, and in 
seconds she had pulled his stallion-sized penis forward out of his fly. 
It was a long large bar of iron in her hand, and she stroked it 
playfully as it turned even more rigid under her touch.

"It's so big," she murmured, the cheeks of her face turning a deep pink 
with excitement.

His prick throbbed stiffly in her fingers, the veins puffing out and 
the large, perfectly formed head turning a deep coral color from such 
lustful stimulation.

With one liquid movement of her craned neck, she bent over and took the 
meatus of her daddy's stout cock between her lips. She sucked the 
delicious morsel for a few seconds, running her wet and furry tongue in 
circles over the smooth bulb.

He groaned, and put his hand over her quivering pussy once again, 
rubbing her hole impatiently!

She had intended just to taste his boldly erected cock, but it felt so 
warm and hard in her mouth that she rode it deeper into her throat. It 
filled her like a thick club, and the musky male odor of him excited 
her so much that a prickling of goosebumps popped out along her thighs.

"Suck it, honey," he whispered. "I like it!"

She ovaled her lips as widely as she could, then went down on him until 
the tip of her nose was touching against his flat stomach, and her chin 
was pressed against the zipper of his jeans.

When she came back up, she left the whole column of his aroused prick 
gleaming with her saliva.

The second her lips slipped off the bursting, ridged head of his dick, 
he stood up and raked his jeans off. Then he took off his shirt and 
came back to her the way she wanted him, a naked, strong, mature man 
with nine solid inches of cunt-pleasing prick!

They rolled together on the small bed, making the springs shriek softly 
as their legs and arms entwined.

Pam circled her arms around her father's broad back, hugging his chest 
against her swollen young tits. At the same time he forced her legs 
apart with his knee, and pulled her head back with one hand as he 
planted his mouth firmly over her own.

He kissed his daughter as if she were some adolescent whore he had 
bought off the street!

Pam moaned as she felt his roguish tongue burrowing deep into her 
throat. She sucked back at him, moving her hands up to his earlobes and 
pulling at them while their mouths made obscene slurping noises.

She could feel his beautiful big prick throbbing hard against her 
tummy, and she wanted it to do that inside her cunt!

To attain her end, she opened her legs and crawled them hotly, brazenly 
up over his strong buttocks leaving her pussy yawning wide for the 
invasion of his incestuous tool.

But her father was even more experienced than she was when it came to 
fucking a hot little mare like her

He grasped both of her legs just under her knees, and forced her to 
hook her legs over his shoulders. At the same time he stretched his own 
hairy legs back behind him until his feet were braced at the bottom of 
the bed and his prick was sticking out in a direct line with her 
slavering young twat.

Then, like the aroused bull he had become, her daddy thrust his sturdy 
cock deep into her welcoming cunt. The stiff column of flesh went 
squishing between the folds of her pussy like a small baseball bat!

"AAAHHH!" she yelped.

He thrust again, and this time his prick rode up to the balls inside 
her.

With her legs hooked over his shoulders, there was no escape for Pam 
from the hammering, pounding big cock. All she could do was hang like a 
wanton monkey against his strong body as the powerful strokes and 
thrusts turned her already heated cunt into a fiery oven of lust.

His horny tool made a lewd clucking noise as it jabbed in and out 
between her legs, and his nuts slapped harshly against the bottom of 
her buttocks.

Pam felt the flooding pleasure of being lecherously fucked by her own 
father. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, trying desperately 
to hold back the orgasm that was bulleting up from the very core of her 
thighs.

But it was no use.

The rapture was too intense to deny.

As her legs and feet flopped crazily against her daddy's back and 
shoulders, her pussy detonated with a string of wildly throbbing spasms 
of juicy thrills.

Her cunt muscles clasped the stabbing prick, holding and squeezing it 
with such furious lust that she literally forced the sperm from his 
balls!

She felt one or two tentative spurts of hot cream, and then it was as 
if a floodgate had been opened inside her pussy. A hot torrent of balm 
flooded high up into her womb, smothering her with joy!

As his passionately aroused penis continued to squirt inside of her, 
she reached down with both hands and dug her fingers into the sweaty 
cheeks of his manly ass.

She had found something at last to really hang onto!



Chapter 8


The second her daddy finished fucking her, he crawled sheepishly away 
from her pungent young body, leaving her pussy soaked with the warmth 
of his violently expended sperm.

She could actually feel the torrid juices swimming hotly around in her 
cunt, like lively little tadpoles.

She stretched lazily in bed, the lips of her satisfied young slit 
sliding sappily together, the cuntal hairs matted with the delicious 
spunk of both her juices and her sweet daddy's.

"Ummm," she purred, smiling as the memory of what he had done to her 
with his long and rigid prick.

She decided she had learned something that most girls would never know: 
that her daddy does it best!

And she had many more salacious plans for the future. She wanted to 
feel her father's hot tongue searching high up between the folds of her 
winsome pussy. She wanted to suck his cock to completion, to lick and 
love his trojan-sized balls, to stick the tip of her tongue deep into 
his asshole and lave his hairy legs with her lips.

She grinned wickedly to herself as she got a mental image of her daddy 
squatting lecherously above her, his virile nuts hanging down over her 
face, as she gently moved them like bell tongues between her fingers 
and mouth.

"Pam!"

She was jerked out of her evil daydream by the harsh voice of her 
father, the same voice that only a few minutes before had been casually 
cooing in her ear that he wanted to fuck her with his rogue cock.

"Yes, daddy?"

He was standing in the doorway of her bedroom in his shorts, holding 
his jeans and shirt and shoes in his hand. He had a dark scowl on his 
face.

"Look. What we just did was a big mistake--just one of those stupid, 
crazy things that happens. I don't blame you because you're young. If 
anything, I blame myself, and--"

"Oh, daddy," she cut in, smiling, "Don't be silly. I wanted you to fuck 
me. I loved every second of it!"

"Well, whether you did or didn't, that's the end of it."

"Huh?"

"You heard me, Pam. We'll just pretend it never happened. Civilized 
people don't go around screwing within the family."

The words of her Uncle Joe popped into her mind, the words about how he 
and her daddy had screwed her mom!

But she said nothing--for the moment.

"I won't be one of those characters who performs, uh, incest with his 
daughter," her father said, piously. "You've learned a lot from 
somebody, probably some of those high school boys. And I can't do 
anything about that, but I can do something about controlling my own 
lust. If your mother even had a hint of what we'd done today, she'd fly 
to Reno like a rocket. Understood?"

"Yes, daddy."

"And do you also understand that you're to put those damned black-lace 
panties back in your mom's bureau and behave yourself?."

"Uh-huh."

"Good. Now cover yourself up, for Christ's sake. You look like a cheap 
little, uh--"

"Whore, daddy?"

"Yes, damn it, a whore!"

Her father snapped the last word out, then turned and left the room.

Instead of feeling angry, Pam felt her lips curling up in a cunning, 
sly grin.

Her daddy was just like Bo. Once he got his rocks off, he forgot about 
sex until the next time!

But she knew one thing for sure: if her daddy didn't want to fuck her, 
she knew somebody who did.

In only seconds she was dialing her princess phone with quick stabs of 
her finger.

"Pauley's service station," the voice answered.

"Mr. Pauley?" she lisped, softly.

"Yeah, this is Hank Pauley. What can I do for you, ma'am?"

She took a ragged little breath. "You can fuck me, please."

She heard the staggered intake of breath at the other end, and smiled.

Hank Pauley seemed to cup the mouthpiece in his hands as his husky 
voice came whispering back. "Who the hell is this?"

"Pam Harper from next door."

"You mean--?"

 "Uh-huh. And I want to see if you're half as good as Bo. I want you to 
screw me with your big, beautiful prick."

If the words had been connected to electric shocks, the effect on Hank 
Pauley couldn't have been greater.

"I--I--uh, listen Pam," he rasped, "does anybody know you're calling 
me?"

"Not a soul."

"You damn sure?"

"Yes."

He waited a few blistering seconds, and his voice dropped to a husky 
pant. "Hell, baby, I'll fuck your legs off. When do you want it?"

"Soon. This afternoon is okay."

"Fine with me, but I gotta work at the station here. Can you maybe come 
down here?"

She smiled, feeling a fresh tingle ridging the wanton circle of her 
cunt.

"What time?" she breathed.

"Say two o'clock."

"I'll be there!"

When she snapped the phone back down, she let one of her hands slide 
down between her plump young thighs. Her fingers wandered between the 
slick, oozing channel of her sex, right where her daddy's large cock 
had sawed so lustfully back and forth to massage her into paradise.

She rubbed her humid slit gently, knowing without even thinking it that 
getting fucked was the nicest thing in the whole wide world, 
particularly if you were a hungry fourteen, and the men in your life 
were all over thirty!

*   *   *

She slipped out of the house without her daddy knowing it and took a 
bus at the end of the block.

The bus took her downtown and to within a few short steps of the 
service station Hank Pauley had only recently started running. She 
half-expected to see Bo Pauley manning one of the big gas pumps, but 
instead there was a tall and lanky young boy of about eighteen filling 
up a station wagon full of tourists.

The boy wasn't all that good looking with his rather long nose and 
sprinkle of pimples, but he had a nice shock of long blond hair and the 
hand which held the gas nozzle was large and big-knuckled.

Pam swept by the boy, and he turned and followed the prance of her trim 
young hips with interested eyes.

She found Hank Pauley inside the station, sitting at his desk.

As she waltzed in he glanced up with his craggy, handsome face breaking 
into a quick grin.

"Hell, you really did mean it," he breathed.

She nodded merrily, then indicated the tall blond boy out at the pump 
with a toss of her head. "Who's he?"

Hank smirked. "Don't mind that little colt, he's just a gas jockey I 
hired for a couple of days before he hitchhikes on to California. They 
come and go."

"He's cute."

The older man shrugged. "Baby, if you want something wet behind the 
ears then go get him. But if you want the kind of old-fashioned stuff, 
then I'm your big daddy."

Pam's lips curled back in a quick smile. "Mae told me what kind of 
daddy you are, that's why I called you."

His cheeks darkened with a lusty pleasure. "Well, I guess beings there 
ain't any secrets left, what say we go back in the store room there and 
get it on?"

He bent a little in a mock bow and swept his large right hand out in 
front of him.

Like a sultry Cinderella, she entered the supply room ahead of him!

He shut the door, and she heard the lock snap. The room was lit only by 
a single, twenty-five watt bulb, and the whole place smelled of very 
male things like new tires, rubber hoses, oil and gas.

He came toward her, already unbuttoning his pants like the crude lecher 
he had always been.

Pam felt a brazen thrill go through her body as she watched his thick, 
dark fingers tug open his fly. Here was a real man, her brain kept 
humming, not some fickle prude like her daddy, but a real man with a 
real prick who knew what he wanted.

Who knew what they BOTH wanted!

She raked down her panties and hung them over a large hook holding some 
fan belts. Then she pulled her dress up to her waist, her eager young 
pussy gleaming wetly through the sparse fuzz of her cunt hair.

"Lean back against them tires, baby," Hank whispered hotly.

But she had other ideas first.

Kneeling quickly in front of him, she pushed his hand brazenly away 
from his fly and dug into the opening herself. She found the lustfully 
thickening forty-year-old prick and pulled it out greedily into view.

The big penis flopped like a wig-wag out of the front of his pants, 
twitching lewdly as her nimble fingers stroked up and down the length 
of it. It was indeed the largest and longest cock she'd fondled yet, 
one of those brutally columned tools with thick veins pulsing out along 
the sides, and a blunt, smooth head created for the sucking lips of a 
girl like her!

With a moan of salacious pleasure, she ovaled her mouth over the 
bloated glans of his cock and began to suck it avidly.

He stood with his hands hanging down at his sides, watching her feed on 
his quickly stiffening meat, his own mouth jerking up in lusty, 
quivering smiles.

"Shit, yeah," he whispered hoarsely. "Eat it some, honey! Suck that big 
bastard hard for me!"

His prick thickened and elongated in her mouth. She could feel the 
cylinder of flesh growing grossly hard at the root and her slupping 
lips rode up and down on it. She was mad for the hot taste of his 
oversized rod, and to prove it she forced the spongy head of his cock 
deep into her throat over and over.

As she sucked, he reached down under the hairy base of his penis and 
dug both of his large balls out. They plopped warmly out of his pants, 
hanging like two big pears beneath the gorged column she was so 
voraciously eating.

She brought both of her hands up and began to feel the vibrant bags 
with the tips of her fingers, loving the size of them and knowing that 
she would soon have his sperm boiling like lava!

"Ah," he husked, pumping his totally aroused prick gently in and out of 
her stretched lips, "Ahhhhhh--ah--hah!!"

She sucked him until his cock was like a solid bar of tempered steel, 
and then she pulled her slavering mouth away, leaving every inch of his 
pleasured penis glistening wetly and pointing in horizontal stiffness 
out of his fly.

Then she leaned back against the stack of rubber tires and hoisted up 
her dress again. She spread her legs as wide as she could so that her 
teenaged quim yawned open like a damp, furry mouth.

"Fuck me!" she hissed.

He came between her legs prick-first, nosing the bursting head of his 
peter easily up between the sappy folds of her cunt.

Her pussy quavered for a second or two as the horny hardness of his 
virile organ forced her cuntal lips widely apart, but she was so 
lubricated with a mewing wetness down there that his huge tool rode 
forward unobstructed.

He got halfway up her throbbing hole, then pumped his hips to make her 
sucking cunt take the rest of him.

"NNNNNNUUUUUUMMMMMMmmmmmm," she croaked, happily.

She could feel his enormous peter filling her tight pussy like a length 
of lead pipe, the head pressing hotly against the very mouth of her 
womb.

When his balls were pressed against the lower part of her ass, he 
reached down one hand and felt with his fingers the plump and pouting 
circle of her stretched young slit. Without even trying, he made her 
lust-maddened pussy constrict like a wet around the base of his satyr's 
cock!

"Wrap your legs around me," he husked, demandingly.

She did as she was told, curling both of her sex-hungry limbs tightly 
around his hips. The position forced his prick up between her legs even 
further, and his swollen instrument throbbed in the deliciously hot 
confinement of her cunt.

Then he began to fuck her.

He pumped his lewdly aroused pecker in and out of her gulping snatch 
exactly the way a big piston works in an oiled hole. The walls of her 
joyous twat thrilled to the massaging friction of his cock, and in only 
seconds her overheated body responded to the beautiful screwing by 
climaxing with long, lingering spasms of delight.

Her hot juices trickled warmly over his balls, honing his bestial lust 
to an apex of passion.

He pushed her harder and deeper down into the pile of rubber tires, 
then bent in a crouched position while he savagely fucked her willing, 
fourteen-year-old pussy!

She came and came again, each orgasm more lustfully complete than the 
last. Her cunt seemed to be flowing like a river as his gorged penis 
was swallowed to the hairs over and over inside the folds of her sex.

When she finally went limp in his arms, he was still monotonously 
pumping between her thighs, his prick longer and stiffer than ever.

He stopped, finally, and pulled his sturdy cock slowly out of her 
twitching hole. The lickerish, ridged glans of his prick forced the 
humid lips of her cunt to ride out an inch or two as it retreated. Then 
her sappy cunt folds didn't quite come back together, but hung wet and 
open with the stubble of hairs glistening with moisture.

"Wait here, honey," he breathed, his eyes slitted with the dark, 
venereal amusement of an older male intent on pleasuring a girl her age 
with all the erotic stimulation he could think of.

He left her half-lying back against the pile of new tires, her legs 
sprawled open and her plump, pink-lipped pussy almost smoking from the 
wild fucking that was only half over!

In a few moments he returned with the tall blond boy with the long nose 
and the pimples.

When the boy saw her naked body and her stretched and reeking slit, his 
grin spread hotly up to his earlobes!

"Oh, shit! I sure do want some of that!" the teenaged lout whispered to 
his boss.

"Get on her." Hank muttered, grinning.

Pam watched with a fresh excitement as the boy shipped out his own 
formidable cock. Although it was not nearly as large around as Hank's, 
it was long and incredibly stiff even before he brought the head of it 
to the lips of her cunt.

Like the impatient young animal he was, the lanky blond drove his hard-
on solidly up her pliant, heated pussy and began to fuck her with 
ramming strokes that allowed his prick to ride the gamut of her 
broiling hole.

Pam closed her eyes, not caring now who or what fucked her as long as 
the amorous joy of having her cunt filled over and over continued 
without let-up!

Hank stood watching the young cocksman hump her willing twat. His own 
large, horse-sized tool was still rigid with lust, and it wagged 
obscenely out of his fly as he walked over to her and forced one of her 
hands to grasp it.

Pam opened her eyes and smiled as her fingers curled around the hard, 
wet pole of meat sticking out of Hank's fly. She held his big prick 
greedily as he unbuttoned the front of her dress and pulled both of her 
swollen little tits out.

Then Pam sucked in her breath as she felt Hank glue his lips to first 
one tit and then the other, chewing the spicy cones and nipples as if 
they were spun-sugar candy!

Sounds came from her throat, but they were less audible words and 
syllables than guttural moans and humming sighs.

The boy fucking between her legs was moving faster now, his blond hair 
falling over his flushed and grinning face as he hammered his horny 
cock deeper and deeper into her fiery quim.

She was racing toward still another climax when Hank gave her the final 
erotic pleasure. He reached one big, roustabout hand down under her 
piping-hot buttocks and forced his index finger deep into her asshole.

She squealed softly as the pleasant and painful thrill of having her 
anus plugged while her pussy and tits were being labored over sped her 
toward a crazed orgasm.

She seemed suspended for several long moments while the three different 
areas of her body blazed with joy, and then with a grunt of passion she 
unleashed her juices over the pounding head of the boy's cock.

Her madly constricting pussy triggered the honed lust of the teenaged 
bastard balling her, and with a gasp of lewd happiness he filled her 
snapping cunt full of his boiling seed.

As his prick spurted hotly high up into her womb, Hank's sucking mouth 
pulled delighted tingles of titty-pleasure out of her nipples!

The boy's penis went slowly soft inside her ductile hole, and in a few 
seconds he reluctantly pulled out of her, his cock dribbling globs of 
sperm as it retreated.

She had only a brief time to recover from the exhausting spasms before 
Hank had pulled her down off the tires and placed her on the floor of 
the supply room. Then he was above her, forcing her bruised and foaming 
cunt to open wide again as his insatiable prick once more filled her 
thighs.

He stretched his legs out far beyond her feet, touching her nude young 
body only with his violently aroused cock, and then he began to pump up 
and down like a young athlete doing push-ups!

Once more Pam's hungry pussy began to feel the delight of a larger, 
longer tool stroking in and out.

With long, deep sighs she tossed her head from one side to the other, 
lifting her legs up so that the edges of her knees touched lightly 
against the ramrodding hips of the promiscuous stud above her.

At that point, the blond boy decided he hadn't had enough pleasure from 
her, either.

He came around behind her head and knelt so that his own knees were dug 
slightly up under her shoulders. Then he pushed his half swollen, slimy 
young prick down over her face, forcing her to take the head of his 
cock into her mouth while his balls rested hotly against her forehead!

Pam took the offering of his seventeen-year-old meat and began to suck 
it like a glutton!

The more, the harder, the faster she was fucked by Hank Pauley, the 
more demanding she became of the lustful penis arched down snakelike 
inside her mouth.

As the boy felt his prick harden from her ravenous tongue, the more 
difficult it became for him to keep it lodged between her lips. More 
than once it throbbed out wetly so that she had to lick at the bloated 
head before capturing it once more and sucking it deep into her throat.

The incredible three-way orgy went on for an eternity!

But finally Hank gave way to his basest lusts, and with one or two 
brutal thrusts of his hugely swollen cock he sent a deluge of thick, 
hot cream swimming into her cunt.

It was like a quart of boiling honey being pumped up inside of her! The 
ecstasy of feeling those bullish balls exploding with pleasure inside 
her tortured pussy made her lose once again her mouth-hold on the 
blond's throbbing dick.

But it was too late to stop him from another riotous climax of his own. 
And as Pam's slit was filled with the squirting nectar from Hank's 
prickhead, she was treated to still another novel experience in what 
had to be a long list of possible thrills.

The young boy finished her interrupted blow job by jacking his cock off 
right over her face and sending his cum splattering down over her mouth 
and chin, dripping hotly down over her budding, pubescent breasts.

The steamy odor of the delicious sperm filled Pam's nostrils like 
perfume, and she was still lazily licking the spunky mess from her lips 
when, for all practical purposes, the party was over ...



Chapter 9


"Daddy?"

Bill Harper looked up from his paper and glanced at his daughter.

She was standing only a few feet from his favorite chair, and she 
looked like one of those naked cupie dolls, standing with one hand 
behind her back and the index finger of the other hand resting lightly 
between her lips.

"For God's sake, Pam," he snapped, "go get on some clothes!"

She grinned at him from around the finger she was sucking, and her dark 
eyes twinkled with a merry kind of girlish need.

"Want to fuck me again, daddy?" she purred, softly.

Her father moaned and let the newspaper fall with a crunch over his 
lap.

"Goddammit, skipper, what does it take to convince you that we can't do 
that again!?"

"Why not?"

"I TOLD you why not! Your mom is--"

"Mother isn't here."

"But she will be tomorrow! Now get on some clothes and--"

He didn't quite get the sentence finished. Pam came striding toward his 
chair, her dimpled and lightly haired pussy winking between her legs as 
she walked and her perky young tits pink-tipped and firm.

She crawled boldly up on her dad's lap, pushing the paper to the floor 
as her smooth and creamy--and very naked--buttocks wormed over his 
legs.

She circled her arms around his neck and gave him a few wet kisses on 
the side of his strongly molded jaw.

"Dammit, Pam," he husked, his hand barely touching against the warm 
curves of her hips as he held her.

She clasped her fingers tighter at the nape of his neck, nuzzling her 
lips into one of the ears, licking with the tip of her tongue, and 
making velvety, wet circles high up over the lobe.

"Cut that out," he breathed, his voice ragged now.

But she didn't cut it out. She increased her wanton blowing and kissing 
inside his ear.

One of her nubile tits was pressed against the left side of his shirt, 
and the other was standing a bit out so that the plump nipple barely 
touched the right side of the coat he was wearing.

His fingertips tightened for a moment or two on the spicy warmth of her 
tempting young hips, then eased up.

"No, by God," he muttered sternly, "I'm not gonna fuck you! I don't 
care if you--"

"Would you like to fuck Mae Pauley, daddy?"

The lewd proposition hung in the air like neon lights!

"H-hush now, honey," he croaked helplessly.

But she didn't hush at all. In fact, as she twirled one finger around 
and around the bottom part of his flushed and burning right ear, she 
chattered away at him like a brazen magpie!

"Mae thinks that you're real cute, daddy. She told me that she loved 
having sex with older men, and that she'd much rather suck your big 
prick than her brother's. She told me about this older TV repairman she 
cornered one time, and how she tricked him into taking it out of his 
pants for her. She said it was so large and long and delicious that she 
just had to suck it for almost an hour, and--"

"Jesus, Pam!" he rasped. "How much of this cock-teasing do you think a 
guy can take!?"

She grinned slyly, giving his earlobe another fond and suggestive lick 
with the tip of her tongue. "I'm just trying to make you get a hard-on, 
daddy. Is that so bad?"

He groaned mutely, and his hands closed amorously around her trim hips 
again.

Pam could feel something long and hard beginning to press up against 
the cheek of one buttock. He was getting that hard-on, all right. In 
fact, it was rising so swiftly and stiffly that his oversized penis was 
actually lifting her up a bit like a hydraulic jack!

She crooned her lips softly against his ear again. "Please daddy--fuck 
me with that big thing! Fuck me for as long as you want to!!"

She felt his huge tool throb lustfully against her buttock again!

"Did you, uh, mean what you just said about Mae Pauley?" he breathed, 
hoarsely. "Or was that just some bullshit?"

"No, daddy, it's true. Do you want Mae to come over?"

"Christ, yes, if her dad doesn't find out about it!"

Pam resisted the juicy chance to let her own father in on all the facts 
of life!

"I'll call Mae on one condition," she whispered hotly.

"Name it."

"That you take care of both of us. I'm not going to get left out!"

His male mouth twitched up at the corners in a carnal grin. "It's a 
deal, skipper. You get that cute girl over here for me, and I promise 
to ball the hell out of both of you!"

Pam kissed her handsome dad square on his mouth, then hopped eagerly 
off his lap. One glance back over her shoulder at him brought a wanton 
smile to her lips.

His crotch was bulging up as if he had a crowbar inside his shorts!

She used the phone in the hallway to call the Pauley house. Since she 
knew both Bo and Hank would be at work, she was reasonable sure that 
Mae would be alone and probably very bored.

The phone was finally picked up on the other end.

"Mae? This is Pam."

"Hi. What's going on?"

"Plenty, if you can get over here. Daddy and I want to have a party."

She heard the sluttish gasp of pleasure from the experienced thirteen 
year old. "Oh, wow! You mean you finally--?"

"Don't ask dumb questions. Just get over here!"

Pam snapped the phone back down and pranced back to the living room in 
time to see her dad pulling the living room drapes shut.

The second he turned back around, Pam was helping him off with his 
coat!

In only a few minutes she had stripped her dad of everything but his 
shorts. But his big prick was so aroused that the blunt head of it 
peeked out of the bottom of the shorts like the nose of a good-sized 
turtle.

Pam grinned at his erection, then deftly snapped open the buttons of 
his shorts and pulled them down his strong, hairy legs so that he could 
step out of them.

Now he stood in front of her kneeling body, a thirty-five-year-old male 
in good health, with a cock sticking out from between his legs that 
looked stiff enough and capable enough of fucking its way through a 
whole platoon of girl scouts!!

Pam almost wished that she hadn't called Mae to come over. She wanted 
that big, beautiful tool all to herself!

But a bargain is a bargain!

To pass the brief time before Mae could arrive, Pam lifted her nude 
form up into a crouching position. Her dad's cock was so violently hard 
now that it curved up a bit toward his stomach. She grasped the base of 
it with her slender young fingers and pulled it back down into a 
horizontal club. Then, with her whorish imagination clicking ninety-to-
nothing, she began to rub the tip of her gorged nipples over the dry 
head of her daddy's prick.

"God," he panted, grinning as he looked down at the erotic sight of his 
teenaged girl's ruby paps being rubbed salaciously over the blunt, dry 
glans of his horny rod.

His stallion-sized penis throbbed even more as she pushed both of her 
small but swollen tits together around the column of his hairy prod, 
making herself a tit-and-tool sandwich!

Pam had just begun to lightly lick on the hairy chest of her good-
looking papa when the doorbell sprinkled merry chimes through the 
house.

Mae had arrived!

Pam let the eager girl in, then locked the front door behind her. When 
both of the girls returned to the living room, they found Bill Harper 
sitting in the middle of the sofa, his stalwart cock sticking up 
between his legs like a bowling pin!

"OOooooh," Mae whispered, her pretty young lips curling up in delight, 
"your paw is just gorgeous!"

Pam grinned, and as her father watched in lusty interest from the sofa 
she cupped her lips to Mae's right ear and whispered something that 
made the pubescent female flush with pleasure.

Mae quickly piled out of her clothes, and then both of the naked 
nymphets approached the grown male with their pussies and breasts 
glowing with the need to savor every inch of his well-built body. Pam 
pulled her daddy up from the sofa by his arms.

"Lay down on the rug," she whispered, hotly.

"Mae and I both want to suck on you!"

In even his wildest wet dreams as a boy, Bill Harper had never imagined 
a situation in which he would find his big prick the prize trophy for 
two clever little tongues like Mae and Pam. But he knew that nothing 
this side of heaven could possibly promise as much fun as having a duo 
of beautiful teenaged girls licking and sucking his prick for him at 
the same time!

He sprawled willingly on his back and cupped both of his hands behind 
his neck!

Mae curled up on one side of his thighs and Pam on the other. They lay 
so that their heads were turned away from his chest, making it better 
and easier for them to concentrate on only one thing, eating his 
stiffly perpendicular prick!

Like Siamese twins, both Pam and Mae rolled out their wicked and wet 
tongues together. The bright, ridged plum at the tip of the big cock 
caught their attention first. Pam licked slowly along the left edge of 
the meaty glans and Mae took the right edge as her province. They 
lapped slowly and lusciously until their tongues were touching together 
at the rounded top of the bulbed head.

His blunt meatus quivered and glistened as their wanton tongues laved 
in criss-crossing strokes all around it. The slit at the very tip of 
the glans opened a fourth of an inch, and Mae touched the end of her 
tongue deep into the delightful opening, wriggling it playfully.

Pam slathered her lips and the flat of her curious tongue down below 
the crowned prick, bathing part of the upper column of his penis with 
hotly stroking jabs.

The veins along the sides of the huge tool began to gorge and throb as 
both of the girls tickled and caressed the entire length of his cock. 
The smooth, brazen inches of their mouth-organs seemed to glide like 
oiled petals up and down the stiffly aroused pole of hard flesh.

They didn't neglect his balls, either. As one mouth sucked hotly down 
over his prickhead, another mouth kissed and lapped each of his firm, 
hairy nuts. Then the mouths exchanged places, bringing fresh new 
thrills to him as the techniques varied with roasting pleasure!

No normal, horny prick can take that kind of attention for long!

With a groan, Bill Harper stiffened every muscle in his body and lifted 
his strong buttocks a few inches off the floor. It was the signal for 
the two sluttish mouths to fight over who would swallow his sperm!

First Pam began to hungrily eat the juicy column of his cock, and then 
Mae pushed her away and took up the joyous task. Then it was Pam's turn 
again. Then Mae's!

They sucked in unison as the spunk boiled and gathered in his blazing 
balls, aided by their massaging fingers which seemed to hover and tease 
over his rounded nuts like a dozen busy bees.

"AAAHHH!!" he groaned, curling his toes in against the bottoms of his 
feet as the sperm rolled thickly up through the throbbing pipe of his 
prick. "GGGEEET IT! G-G-GET IT ALLLllll!!"

Both of their ravenous mouths began to gobble and suck his mighty tool 
at the same time, and his boiling jism shot up into their mouths like 
Old Faithful!

His sperm came in smoking, creamy gluts!

It spattered against their lips and noses, and one warm glob even 
landed in Pam's eyebrow!

Both of the lascivious nymphs fought with each other over who could lap 
up his sizzling spunk. They used the flats of their tongues to stroke 
each side of his swollen dick, catching every drop of his male nectar 
...

When it was over, his prick was satisfied but still hard. Such erotic 
madness seemed to have given his erectile muscles a kind of permanent 
strength, and despite the fact his nuts seemed drained of juice, his 
cock was ready for more fun.

It looked for a second or two like another small squabble was brewing 
over who would fuck his horsy rod first, but he solved that problem 
himself by pulled Pam up so that she was astraddle his face.

He had fucked his daughter once, but he still hadn't had the lustful 
pleasure of Mae Pauley's sly young cunt milking his loins. And he 
wanted it!

Pam took the loss of his prick in stride--literally!

She clamped the insides of her burning thighs hard against the ears of 
her daddy, and pushed her moist and quivering pussy hard against his 
mouth. At once, his long tongue parted the silken lips of her delicious 
cunt, and he began to eat her with probing, sucking strokes.

That left his big, upstanding cock as a plaything for Mae!

The lewd young girl squatted above his hips and held his thick, hairy 
prick in one tiny hand as she lowered her yawning, tight little cunt 
down over the musky head of it.

His large glans rolled back the mossy folds of her tender but pliant 
pussy, filling her inner lips like a huge egg.

Mae's big, almost innocent eyes grew warm and moist as she slowly 
lowered her hips downward--driving the sturdy, adult-male organ inch by 
inch up the gripping hotness of her slender cunt.

She could feel every burly vein pushing out the grainy walls of her 
vernal pussy as she crammed his long cock up between her legs to the 
balls.

She settled snugly over his hips with a long, drawn-out sigh of 
exquisite pleasure!

Bill Harper could feel his virile instrument buried to the hairs in the 
soaking cuntal folds of the very young girl--and the idea that he had 
his nine lecherous inches funneled up such a girlish pussy made every 
muscle in his prick and buttocks tense with lustful anticipation of 
fucking her to the end!

Mae moaned gratefully as she felt the large penis throb inside of her, 
and then she began to move her wanton thighs up and down very slowly.

Pam was not being left out of the fun.

From the second she felt her daddy's worming tongue glide like a snake 
into her agitated slit, she curled her lips up in a brazen grin. She 
gently pumped her pussy over his tongue, loving the way the spongy 
organ made a delicious kind of friction against the inner lips of her 
quim.

As her passion mounted, she pressed her snatch harder against her 
daddy's eager chin, making the lightly-haired folds of her twat spread 
like a baby puff adder around his mouth.

In the meantime, Mae was stroking up and down on the marvelous new 
prick with the expertise of a teenaged whore she reveled in being. Her 
well-formed, pointing tits jiggled lewdly as each thrust brought her 
closer to a sweet, honeyed orgasm.

She rode the big cock beneath her with exactly the same kind of 
detached and lusty enjoyment that she would have fucked a hairbrush or 
a large cucumber. It didn't matter now to her seared senses whether she 
was fucking her brother, her father, or the slimy dick of a german 
shepherd. It was all just a matter of a prick in a pussy.

Pam found herself thinking of that dirty Danish book her Uncle Joe had 
led her into discovering.

She grinned, her cheeks flushing pinkly, as she considered how this 
scene would look in photographs--and she wished there was somebody 
there to snap some shots!

She imagined a camera nosing in between her daddy's hairy legs to 
reveal the way Mae's thirteen-year-old, smooth buttocks were rising and 
falling above the stud-sized cock. There would be nothing showing but 
the plump, stretched lips of the little cunt as it oiled a half-inch or 
so up from the gristled base of her daddy's prick, then slid back down 
again.

And the pornographic picture-takers would have had a field day busily 
snapping views of the way her daddy was devouring her own pussy, the 
way his ears were pressed flat against the insides of her legs, the way 
she had her fingers tangled in his mussed hair to urge him on, and the 
lewd way his own hands were cupped around the rosy cheeks of her 
humping ass, as if he were holding some big bowl of cream and gulping 
it down!

As for Bill Harper, once again his honed lust was no match for the 
staying power of the two shameless bitches taking delicious advantage 
of him. His balls had firmed again, and the spunk had begun to boil in 
his love-bag, mad to be released!

Mae sensed the change in the rigid prick she was happily riding, and 
her wanton need to pleasure any male drove her to new techniques of 
fucking. Instead of pumping lazily up and down on the horny club, she 
began to move her incestuous little pussy in circles, forcing the stiff 
meat to sway and throb inside her thighs in a completely different and 
more exciting manner.

The witchy titillations her cunt was now making caused his prick to 
respond, driving hard spikes of lust through Bill's loins. He knew he 
could cum at any time, but he held off until the prickling sensation at 
the center of his balls was so lustfully delectable that neither man 
nor beast could hold back forever.

With a savage thrust of his hips, he sent his brawny cock solidly up 
into the warm womb of Mae Pauley and climaxed for her like a bull!

His prick spurted a copious flood of white-hot cum high into Mae's 
gulping twat, triggering her own spasms of honeyed passion. Her salty 
juices mingled with his thicker balm and their mutual orgasms seemed 
like lightning and thunder in both their loins.

Pam felt her father's fingers digging into the moons of her ass like 
talons, and his roguish tongue stabbed in and out of her foaming cunt 
like a piston.

With a greedy sigh of pleasure, Pam threw back her head and opened her 
mouth. As her pussy exploded with spritzing liquids against her daddy's 
chin and mouth, she stuck her own tongue out of the corner of her lips 
and felt a drizzle of saliva worm down the side of her neck!

The most profligate idea-man in a whorehouse couldn't have planned 
their pleasure with better success. Their triple-timed orgasms seemed 
to roll with perfection from mouth to pussy, and pussy to prick!

Mae was too weak to move, so she just sat atop the strong loins of 
Pam's daddy, letting her relaxed and sappy cunt luxuriate as the 
enormously swollen penis inside of her convulsed in slow-dying throbs 
along the whole length of her vagina.

A mixture of creamy sperm and expended cunt juices trickled down over 
the large, hairy balls beneath Mae's contented slit, some of it even 
dripping down into the dark buttocks of the male she had just fucked so 
well.

As for Pam, her pussy still twitched and trembled with pleasure because 
her dad's bruised and thickened tongue was still lodged to the roots 
inside of it.

Very slowly the three bodies somehow disengaged themselves.

Both his tongue and prick came out of the different holes he had been 
satisfying with slurping sounds, and the sleek cuntlips of Mae's 
muffinlike cunt rode out wetly and pinkly as the ridged glans pulled 
free.

It was only a bit later, when the two naked girls were both cupped in 
his arms back on the sofa and he was allowing them to once again work 
his substantial prick up into something of fuckable size, that Pam 
informed her daddy that the game she really wanted to play next time 
would have to involve much more than his one glorious hard-on.

He blinked. "Who else?" he demanded huskily.

Pam and Mae exchanged brazen grins and winks.

"Hank Pauley and Bo," Pam lisped softly.

"And me," Mae added impishly.

Her daddy sighed lustily, then grinned. "We'd better hurry then, girls. 
My wife gets home tomorrow!"



Chapter 10


Bill Harper came out of the shower, his strong, hairy body dripping 
wetly.

Despite the workout the two girls had given him, he felt great, and his 
big horn of plenty hanging between his legs still had that half swollen 
niceness that little girls like Pam and Mae apparently grooved on.

In fact, as he stood toweling himself dry Pam came into the bathroom 
dressed only in her panties and bra. She had her hair piled up on top 
of her head in an adult arrangement, and her lips were painted dark 
with her mom's lipstick.

"Hey," her father growled, "what's all that guck on your face? And 
where'd you get that hairstyle idea, from Marie Antoinette?"

Pam smiled. "You don't like it?"

"Hell, I hate it. I don't see anything wrong with your being yourself, 
a cute fourteen-year-old doll. If a guy wants a hooker, he can go out 
and buy one."

Pam felt a warm tingle go through her body. "I--I'm sorry, daddy," she 
purred. "I thought you might be pleased if I tried to look older."

He chuckled softly, seesawing the towel at the back of his glistening, 
nude buttocks, "Baby," he breathed. "you and that hot-mouthed girl 
friend of yours may think you know everything in the book about sex, 
but you've got a helluva long way to go before you get the male ego 
psyched out."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Hell, what do you think turned me on this afternoon! It 
was the thought of screwing two tight little pussies, yours and Mae's. 
That's the kind of forbidden fruit a mature guy like me never gets any 
of--or damned seldom does. I can go out and buy a whore any night of 
the week right here in this city. Or I can ball your mom twelve ways 
from Saturday, but it's just not the same as teenaged stuff."

Pam grinned. "How is it different, daddy?"

She saw his large penis move a bit under its own power as he rubbed the 
towel now over his broad, husky chest.

"A woman's pussy is fine, skipper. But it's deep, wide, sometimes too 
slack, and a heck of a lot too hairy. A guy gets tired of sticking his 
prod into something that feels like its been fucked five minutes before 
by a couple of Arabian stallions."

"And Mae and I didn't feel that way?"

He grinned lecherously at his diminutive daughter, letting his eyes 
glide over her tapering waist and hips then up to the perky fullness of 
her adolescent tits. "Are you kidding me?" he whispered. "Honey, when I 
got my big old prick between the silky, twitching lips of your cute 
pussy, it was like sticking it into a kitten's cunt."

"Uuuummmm," Pam purred.

Her father grinned, then took the edge of the towel and snapped at her 
spicy butt.

She laughed and danced away from him, but not so far away that she was 
out of sight of his husky cock wagging between his legs.

When he dropped the towel, she came back to him on tip toes, her eyes 
warm as heated agates. "Want to fuck me again right now, daddy?" she 
crooned.

He shook his head at her in amazement. "Jesus, Pam, there's something 
else you gotta learn about older men. We're not damn robots. If I 
could, I'd ball your itchy little hole until hell wouldn't have us, but 
if we're going over to the Pauleys this evening for a party, then let's 
have our musket balls and keep our powder dry."

As he gave her the message, he snapped on a pair of clean, white 
shorts, leaving his large prick as only the outline of a fond memory in 
front of her intently gazing eyes.

"I'm going downstairs and broil us a couple of thick steaks,' he 
drawled. "You can come down and make the salad when it's time. We'll 
get a good meal under our belts before we go over to see what Hank 
Pauley and that horny son of his have planned."

Pam nodded obediently and watched her stud daddy leave the bathroom. 
When he was gone, she picked up the crumpled pair of his dirty shorts 
and pushed them wantonly up against her nose. The male smell of his 
wonderfully large prick and balls made her maidenly pussy throb with a 
secret, lustful urge.

She could hardly wait for the evening to come!

*   *   *

When darkness finally fell, Pam and her father walked the short 
distance over to the Pauley house.

Hank Pauley met them at the door, and shook hands with Bill Harper. It 
was already understood between them that all the pussycats were out of 
the bag, and there was no need to be stupidly hypocritical about what 
this night was all about!

"How about a drink, Bill?" Hank said, grinning.

"Fine with me. Bourbon on the rocks, if you've got it."

They went into the large living room, and the first thing Pam saw was a 
big projection screen set up at one end of the room, and a loaded, 
expensive projector placed near it.

"Hey," Bill murmured, more than a hint of interest in his voice, "are 
we gonna see a show?"

Hank was pouring a drink for his neighbor when he glanced over with a 
rough, male grin edging up the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, I though 
you and Pam might enjoy seeing one, or maybe even more. I've got quite 
a collection of dirty flicks."

Her father grinned over at Pam. "Think you'd be interested, baby?"

"Would I!" she managed.

At that point, Bo and Mae both came down from upstairs. Mae was dressed 
in skimpy, nipple-pink hotpants, and her big brother was wearing only a 
pair of tight jeans which showed everything between his legs to 
advantage. His muscular arms and chest were bare except for one of 
those metal neck-bands boys his age liked to affect.

"Hi, folks," Bo called, then walked over and shook hands with Pam's dad 
as Mae joined Pam on the sofa.

Hank handed Bill his drink, then told Bo to go pull himself a beer out 
of the icebox if he wanted it.

When they were more or less settled in the room, the girls on the sofa 
and Bo and Bill Harper in chairs, Hank started the projector.

The film flickered alive on the screen, with all eyes glued expectantly 
in the same direction.

The film numbers rolled backwards, and then the title came searing on 
the screen: A SUCKER FOR MEN!

"Wow," Bo chuckled, "I ain't seen this one, have I, paw?"

Hank grinned in the half-darkness of the room, and took a strong swig 
of his drink.

The movie was in color, without a sound track. But a dirty flick like 
the one being shown didn't need any sound to get its lusty message 
across!

The first image on the screen was a twelve-year-old girl, naked as sin.

"Jesus," Pam's dad husked, "where'd they get one that young?"

Nobody answered. They were too absorbed in the way the camera was 
nosing in to show the girl's pre-pubescent body, the small bumps of 
softly budding breasts with the pebble-pink nipples, the still-
developing thighs, and the most interesting part of all, her pussy.

The girl on the screen had a small cunt, like a warm little muffin. The 
plump, slightly pouting lips of her sex were almost completely 
hairless, but the camera came in for an exciting close-up to show that 
a golden fuzz did actually grow along the outer lips of the tempting 
little twat.

Pam and Mae giggled softly together from the sofa, but the three male 
pricks in the dark room began to stiffen lewdly and secretly!

While the camera was still zoomed in on just the girl's pussy, the 
splayed fingers of two large, adult hands came into the frame to gently 
spread apart the folds of the youthful cunt. The delicious looking slit 
opened an inch or two to show the wet and pink inner lips.

"Lordy, Lordy," Bo groaned from his chair, "I'd sure know what to do 
with that hairless little bitch!"

Hank and Bill both chuckled nervously at the boy's obscene comment, but 
said nothing themselves. The pounding bulges at both of their adult 
crotches said more than any words could convey!

The camera pulled back now to show the full body of the male who was 
using his two hands to display the charms of the nude girl. The man was 
naked, too, and he had at least a ten-inch prick on him. The actor's 
penis was sticking out from between his legs as stiff as a bar-of 
brass, pointing right at the apex of the little girl's thighs.

"Christ," Hank rasped, softly, "look at the size on that bastard. His 
cock has a head on it the size of a good, old Texas cookin' apple!"

"Yeah," Bo breathed, enviously, "but that damned thing is too big to 
fuck her with. Hell, he'll kill that filly if he tries to stick a prick 
like that up her snatch."

There were no more giggles coming from the sofa now. Both Pam and Mae 
were all eyes, staring at the silver screen with their lips parted and 
their own pubescent pussies tingling like rings of fire!

"Look," Bill whispered, raggedly, "The sonofabitch is gonna make her 
suck him!"

Sure enough, the camera pulled just far enough away to show the man 
sticking his brutally large cock up at the tiny, innocent-looking face 
of the girl. But she obviously wasn't too innocent to know what he 
wanted, and as the room watched in hushed, almost reverent awe, the 
twelve-year-old girl opened her pretty little mouth and took the head 
of the oversized cock between her lips!

The camera moved in for a merciless, lusty close-up of the girl's 
cherry-pink tongue licking wetly around the ridged glans of the 
enormous penis.

"Oh, goddamn!" Bo groaned. "This is giving me ideas!"

In the flickering light of the movie screen. Bo unzipped his jeans and 
hauled his long, boyish legs free. Then he walked right in front of the 
projector with his cock wagging stiffly forward. The shadow of his body 
flashed on the screen, making his erected prick look about fourteen 
inches long!

Hank and Bill both laughed as they turned their attention momentarily 
from the movie to watch Bo stroll to the sofa and offer his big peter 
to either of the girls who wanted it.

Surprisingly, it was Mae who seemed bent on tasting her big brother's 
tool. She leaned far out from the sofa and took his warm, rigid rod 
into her mouth and began to wantonly suck it as he rested his hands on 
his naked hips and looked back over his shoulder at the screen!

The clever little actress in the smutty movie had now aroused the big 
cock to its fullest strength with the salacious attention of her mouth, 
and it was time for her to get fucked with it.

The wildly lewd camera work made every body in the room stare with wide 
eyes, even Mae, who had to angle her eyes up crazily because of the big 
cock rammed deep into her mouth.

On the screen, the man with the huge penis probed the head of it 
between the dewy, tight lips of the young girl's pussy. The brutal 
purple glans of his titan prick had trouble in parting the tender Venus 
mount far enough to enter, but he kept at it, and the gossipy lens of 
the camera zoomed in to detail every lascivious second of it.

"Look at the bastard try to fuck her," Hank drawled, his own hand 
resting down over the prominent bulge at his crotch. "Wonder he don't 
split her in two like a goddam peach."

On screen, the pliant folds of the hairless quim opened wider and wider 
as the lustfully stiffened cock forced its relentless way forward. The 
young girl's cunt was finally perfectly stretched circle of soft meat 
around the swollen column of the ten-inch tool.

"Now he's got her," Pam's dad whispered, a crack in his hot voice.

Indeed, the satyr on the screen did have the helpless child in his 
power. The camera panned up to show the girl's cheeks burning pink, her 
eyes moist and yearning, and the tip of her sly little tongue pointed 
out like the moist head of a baby's prick.

"Fuck her," Hank husked at the figure on the screen. "Let's see her 
cunt suck on that big whanger!"

That was precisely what the movie plot called for!

As they watched with throbbing blood pulsing into their two cocks, Hank 
and Bill saw the lucky stud begin the age-old waltz of passion between 
maid and man. His huge prick began to oil slowly in and out of the 
woefully inadequate pussy, lubricating it as it moved. On every 
prurient stroke the young girl's slick cunt seemed to pout out a bit 
more, and take another inch of the horny peter higher into her hole.

It was enough for Hank and Bill.

Seeing some other long-dicked sonofagun have his kicks on a movie 
screen was one thing, but getting their own prods into the only 
available cunt in the room was another!

They both tore out of their clothes and came to the sofa where Pam lay 
curled with her finger in her mouth, watching the vicious and exciting 
film as if it were Disney at his best!

Hank grabbed Pam by one arm and her dad by the other. The two grown 
men, both of their lustfully aroused pricks wagging stiffly between 
their legs, carried the unprotesting Pam to the center of the room and 
dumped her down on the soft carpet.

Then both men knelt and literally clawed her skimpy shorts and blouse 
off, revealing to the flickering light of the room a body that was born 
to be enjoyed!

Her daddy squatted down in front of her as she got into the doggie 
position. He took her head in both of his hands and directed her 
willing and open mouth to the blunt meatus of his cock, a bulbous 
prickhead that seemed to blossom like some lewd flower at the end of 
his big-stemmed phallus.

"Suck me, baby!" he hissed, his words barely escaping through his 
clenched teeth. "EAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT BIG THING!"

Her daddy's husked and horny words acted like an aphrodisiac on Pam's 
heated brain. With a moan of greedy passion she ovaled her charming 
young mouth over his stone-hard cock and began to suck him with a deep-
throated strokes.

In the meantime, Hank positioned himself behind Pam's saucy buttocks. 
While his huge prick stood out from between the hairy legs and thighs, 
he fingered her kinky young cunt until his knuckles were moist with 
juice. Then he jabbed his roaring hard-on solidly up into her squishy 
slit, and began to fuck her dog-fashion.

As Pam felt the brawny penis chugging in and out of her tight and 
demanding pussy, she seemed to lose all sense of modesty and decorum. 
With her mouth practically frothing with hunger, she began to devour 
her daddy's erected cock with slobbering moans of joy.

Bill Harper grinned slackly as he felt his balls tingle to the exciting 
sucking. He watched the powerfully muscled, lanky body of his pal Hank 
as he funneled his large cock greedily up between the rosy buttocks of 
his daughter. He knew what she was feeling, how she was enjoying having 
her amorous little pussy massaged by the big prick while he reaped the 
rewards of her lust by feeling her tongue and throat suckle his swollen 
flesh.

On the other side of the room, Bo was growing closer and closer to the 
kind of sperm-spurting orgasm that teenaged studs only dream about. His 
overly aroused cock was stretched to full capacity now, and his sister 
was taking him with every sucking thrust right to his balls.

He began to pump his cock in and out of her quivering lips, forcing her 
to nibble and gobble to keep from being gagged to death.

"Bite it!" he hissed, huskily. "Chew the fucking sonofabitch OFF!!"

His petite, thirteen-year-old sis knew exactly what to do to stimulate 
him in the final seconds. Not only did she use the edges of her teeth 
on his hard young cock, she brought both hands up and dug her fingers 
bone-deep into his firm buttocks.

The thrills spiraled through Bo's loins, and his boney cock tensed for 
the climax.

"Swallow it!" he barked, fucking her mouth like a monkey. "SUCK ME 
DRY!!"

And then his hellishly stiffened prick began to shoot wads of hot cum 
into Mae's gluttonous throat. He came so hard that her cheeks bloated 
out three or four times with the power of his discharging prick!

At the same time Bo was emptying his balls into his little sister's 
sucking throat, Pam was getting the same treatment from her daddy. His 
invigorated cock bulged lustily inside her mouth, the glans throbbing 
against the back of her throat like a billiard ball.

And then he shot, filling his daughter's mouth with a torrent of fiery 
sperm!

The pleasure was doubled for Pam because of the chafing joy of Hank's 
big prick working in and out of her beaver-meat. As her father's 
viscous fluids poured thickly over her tongue and lips, she used her 
vaginal muscles to squeeze Hank's large and swollen tool, milking it 
like the oversized teat of a cow!

With a growl of raw lechery, Hank sapped her wanton slit with a few 
more ball-bouncing thrusts, then released his roaring spunk deep into 
her womb!

It took several long moments for any of them to recover from the 
sudden, inspired orgy, and when they did the screen was blank and the 
movie over. 

The first real awareness Pam had that she was being aroused again was 
when she felt two tongues licking on the puffed and damp folds of her 
pussy. She was lying on her back on the floor, and both of her legs 
were spread far apart and hooked over the shoulders of two different 
males. Both of the eager cunt-eaters were crouched low down between her 
thighs, and they seemed to be taking turns thrusting their warm tongues 
in and out of her tasty twat.

By raising up on her elbows, Pam was able to see in the dim light that 
it was Bo and his paw who were making a contest out of her cunt. She 
grinned lazily as the deep pleasure of having two strong and bestial 
tongues lapping on the rim of her trembling snatch began to overpower 
her nerves. She lay back and lifted her warm young ass a few inches off 
the floor, offering every inch of her shameless cunt to the lust-
maddened tongues!

On the other side of the room, Pam's dad had recovered his potency with 
the help of Mae. Her unique aid had come in the form of licking his 
nuts and buttocks with the flat of her tongue until his prick was once 
again as stiff as a new poker.

And then, as her reward, he was now crouched over the sofa, fucking the
pretty girl with long and powerful strokes that filled her libidinous 
pussy to capacity with every thrust.

Like the sexual acrobat Mae Pauley had become, she lifted both her legs 
and rested the bottoms of her feet on the sides of Bill Harper's hips. 
He had never screwed a female in quite that erotic position, and the 
very novelty of it made his cock grow stronger and hotter as he pumped 
it home.

Pam listened for a while to the regular, slurping strokes of her 
daddy's big penis as it worked on Mae's cunt, and then she lost 
interest as her own sensual joy began to blot out everything else. Both 
Bo and Hank Pauley were using their tongues so expertly on her pungent 
little pussy that she was holding back her squeals of delight.

They found her wetly erected clitoris with their roughly licking 
tongues, and fought a battle over who would suck it the hardest and 
longest.

"NNNUUUNNNKKK!" Pam bleated, trying to lift her legs off the strong 
shoulders of both the males eating her. "AARRRG!! AH! AHHH--
EEEEOOoooo!!"

Her pussy constricted harshly, catching both their hammering tongues 
like a wet vise. But the second she relaxed, their bastardly mouths 
were on her again, sucking, licking, lapping, probing!

With a final gasp of rapture, Pam felt her pussy explode with a series 
of gut-wrenching spasms which flooded both of the lustful mouths buried 
deep between her legs.

Bo pulled away after a few seconds, grinning and licking his chin with 
his long, boyish tongue.

But his paw hadn't tasted such young stuff in a long time, and he 
buried his head to the ears between her thighs again, then shook his 
face in her wet and mushy cunt like a bulldog chewing a bone.

It made Pam almost feel like the star of her own hard-core movie!



Chapter 11


Pam stirred sleepily, and rolled over on her tummy.

She felt the strange lumps under her and slowly blinked her eyes open. 
She ran her fingers down until she was sure what she was lying on was a 
mattress and not a big pile of coiled snakes, and then she grinned.

She remembered how she had gotten there!

It was the old mattress in the spare room of the Pauley house, the one 
where she had first seen Bo eating Mae's cunt. Her lucky mattress now!

Last night, after the general orgy in the living room, Bo and her daddy 
had brought her in here for some special fun. Half drunk on bourbon and 
beer, the two insatiable males--one a teenager and one a mature adult--
had taken turns fucking her until her spewing young pussy hung slack-
lipped and hot. Then Bo had sucked her dripping cleft until she went to 
sleep.

Even now, as she moved her tender thighs against the lumpy softness of 
the old mattress, she could feel the relaxed cuntal folds of her sex 
pouting outward. Her pussy felt as if big love-hungry bumblebees had 
stung it all night, making it itch and tingle for the satisfying 
rubdown of a prick.

She lay with her eyes open now, thinking about the fact that three 
cocks were under the same roof with her, and all large and horny enough 
to content any girl's needs.

But where, where, WHERE were they!?

And then she heard something which sounded like a muffled scream, a 
scream which was half protest and half encouragement. It was coming 
from the living room, and so she hopped up off the bed and hurried to 
the door.

She yanked the door open and it came to a jarring stop on the door 
chain which had been latched from the other side.

They were holding her prisoner!

Pam grinned. Somehow the idea of being held a prisoner of lust appealed 
to her still girlish imagination. It was like playing cops and robbers, 
cowboys and indians, and ladies and pirates, but with a new twist. 
Instead of gold, the buried treasure were two teenaged pussies!

The treasure being plundered at the moment, Pam soon saw through the 
crack of the locked door, was Mae Pauley's precious little box.

Bo, Hank, and Pam's daddy were all three working on the lucky young gal 
as she lay sprawled on the living room sofa.

Pam could barely believe what she was seeing!

Mae was astraddle her own father, fucking his large, slimy prick with 
greedy strokes of her rising and falling hips. Bo was behind her, his 
legs on either side of his paw's own hips, his arms circled around his 
sister's torso so that the could squeeze her tits while he fucked her 
asshole. And Pam's daddy was half-kneeling in front of the wanton girl 
and feeding her his arrogantly aroused cock, making her take it every 
third or fourth thrust all the way to his balls.

Feeling her own pussy growing wet with envy, Pam stood with one hand 
tucked between her legs and both her eyes glued to the crack in the 
door as the pumping, sucking, groaning orgy continued a few feet away 
from her.

There was something odd about one aspect of the ritual, Pam finally 
realized. Everybody seemed to be wildly excited except Hank Pauley. He 
was lying back on the sofa with his large hands resting lightly around 
the waist of his daughter as she fucked him, but the expression on his 
face was simply one of relaxed, almost lazy contentment.

Pam couldn't fathom the almost bored grin that was frozen on Hank's 
lips. Ordinarily, if such a youthful cunt was slapping up and down on 
his horse-sized prick, his eyes would be sparkling and his mouth would 
be an upturned bow of lecherous joy.

Pam could only shrug at Hank's lack of excitement, but her daddy and Bo 
were making up for what Hank was lacking.

She could see the slitted, glittering lust in her dad's yearning eyes 
as Mae gobbled his full erected cock. And when the girl's talented 
tongue got a particularly thrilling stroke in, Bill Harper would throw 
back his head with a lustful growl and pump his demanding tool deeper 
into her throat.

And Bo was fucking like a maniac. His hair was down over his flushed 
face and his buttocks were rosy with heat as he pump-pump-pumped his 
horny prick deep between the spread cheeks of his sister's small ass.

But it was Mae herself who was at the zenith of lusty excitement. With 
her pussy, her butt, and her mouth all crammed with big prick at the 
same time, she was in a kind of teenaged hog-heaven of passion.

Pam watched, her clitoris firming and rising through the doughy lips of 
her own cunt, as the fortunate girl on the sofa humped her foaming slit 
savagely up and down the strongly made hard-on sticking up between her 
father's legs. His prick seemed made of steel and stone as the girl 
battered the sucking lips of her pussy high up on the gleaming column, 
then down to the very rim of his balls.

Pam wondered again how on earth Hank Pauley could be taking such a 
delicious, wild balling without even changing expressions!

At last things began to come to a head, so to speak.

With a crude panting of deep lust, Pam's daddy rode his throbbing organ 
hair-deep into Mae's willing mouth, then shot off his pulsing balls 
like two hot pistols. The sperm being so violently discharged made the 
girl's neck muscles bloat out like the cheeks of a frog!

At almost the same time, her brother got his rocks off deep inside her 
humid ass. His greased and gristly young prick began to discharge like 
a musket as Mae's sphincter muscle squeezed it lovingly, milking his 
hot nectar out of his nuts!

In a few more moments, Pam's daddy pulled his weak and swollen cock 
away from Mae's lips. It came out like a long, fat sausage, dripping at 
the end and veined wetly from the head to the root.

Bo had satisfied himself, too, and with some small difficulty he forced 
his lewd prick to withdraw from between the tightly closed cheeks of 
his young sister's ass. The goatish penis came out with a popping 
sound, leaving the bud of her rectum pink and open, with globs of warm 
sperm leaking out of it.

But Mae still screwed.

Her sleekly cushioned pussy rode with whorish speed now, hammering over 
and over above her father's thighs until her buttocks were almost a 
blur.

From Pam's vantage point, the art of fucking had never been more 
artfully or graphically demonstrated!

She watched with her blood boiling pleasurably, as her young girlfriend 
literally raped the huge prick that was jabbed to the balls up her 
ravenous cunt. And the more Mae screwed, the harder the big tool seemed 
to grow!

Hank Pauley merely smiled faintly as his daughter puffed and moaned 
above him, humping, pounding, ramming her smoking twat in an attempt to 
suck the sperm from his nuts.

But it was Mae herself who met her whoring Waterloo. As her budded and 
swollen young tits bounced in front of her, she reached the kind of 
cunt-grinding orgasm that few girls her age can ever hope to 
experience.

With a raw squeal of joy she threw back her head and chugged her 
frothing pussy home. A dozen delicious spasms of lust turned her vagina 
into a milking machine! Salty floods of juice spilled down from the 
gorged rim of her snatch, covering her daddy's large balls and 
trickling down the sides of her legs. The cheeks of her glowing young 
ass opened and closed as the pleasure poured through her!

"Golly," Pam whispered, licking her dry lips at the sight of such 
complete and abandoned enjoyment.

Even in all his daughter's frantic fucking leading to and ending in the 
sappy, hot climax, Hank Pauley still had not shown too much excitement 
himself, except in the slow and drawled smile which seemed to indicate 
he was pleased at having made another female happy.

And then, as Mae crawled her copiously dripping pussy off of her 
father's perpendicular cock, Pam saw the reason why Hank had felt so 
little.

There was a French Tickler attached to the head of his prick that was 
as big as a brillo pad!

Pam stared at the brutal, fascinating gadget riding over the glans of 
the older man's lecherous penis. She had heard girls like Betsy Meeker 
and Linda Walker whisper dirtily about ticklers, but it was the first 
time Pam had seen one. And the large, rubbery cunt-pleaser made a hard 
itch crawl wickedly up between her legs.

She wanted some of that kind of rubber-machine fucking, too!

"HEY" she yelped, rattling the chained door like a hungry little 
wildcat. "HOW ABOUT ME!!?"

Bo and her daddy both turned and grinned in her direction, their large, 
soft-swollen cocks hanging a little out over their balls.

Hank stretched his face around, too, and gave her a smiling wink as he 
saw her staring once again at the firmer-than-ever prick between his 
legs, crowned with the evil tickler.

"I WANT FUCKED!" she gasped, tugging with both hands at the edge of the 
door.

Hank chuckled lewdly. "Hey, hold your horses, honey," he drawled. "We 
were just fixing up Mae here first, but you're on the cunt list, too."

That was sweet music to her heated ears!

She waltzed back to the lumpy mattress and arranged a couple of pillows 
for her hips. Then, with a wanton idea popping into her mind, she 
rolled up the shade on the big window so that the morning sunlight 
could flood in.

She wanted to have a really good light for this session.

She was damned tired of being balled in the dark!

Already in place on the mattress when the chained door was unlocked, 
Pam lifted her legs up and tucked her bare heels just under her 
buttocks, exposing her passionate little pussy to any and all comers!

Bo and her daddy came into the well-lighted room first, their ambitious 
cocks wagging with deeper swelling anticipation as they walked. And 
right behind them came Mr. Super-Stud, with his prick sticking stiffly 
out between his legs and the tickler decorating the head of it.

Pam could feel her oozing channel growing moist and hot at the sight of 
the French Connection!

The tickler, up close, looked like a round, prickly pear. There were 
dozens of rubbery nodules and antennae sticking out in every direction 
from the base of it, and each of the scratchy nubs still gleamed from 
the warm juices of Mae's satisfied young cunt.

There was also one extra long, curved finger of rubber arching up from 
the top of the tickler, the perfect tool for rubbing the excited clits 
of young girls as they were fucked!

Hank Pauley stood in front of her for a few seconds, his strong and 
hairy legs spaced widely apart, his hands on his bony hips. He grinned 
down at the way Pam's sluttish little pussy seemed to yawn softly open, 
the hair-lined folds pouting and pink, the inner lips a darker color 
and glistening already with a hot wetness.

"Want that cute little hole tickled some?" Hank breathed, his voice as 
coarse as a sailor's.

For an answer, Pam's cheeks flushed scarlet with pleasure, and she 
lifted her thighs up completely off the mattress. Her pubescent cunt 
seemed to wink at the grinning lecher!

"Hold her damn legs up, boys," Hank smirked.

To Pam's lusty delight, Bo grabbed one of her feet and her daddy 
grabbed the other. They forced her shapely young legs out into a 
tempting V as Hank came up into her thighs with the big tickler 
quivering at the end of his cock.

The instant she felt the rubbery monster forcing its perverted way 
between the stretching lips of her cunt, Pam threw back her blushing 
head and moaned.

The big tickler wormed its way deep into the inner folds of her 
fourteen-year-old slit, each and every one of the latex nodules 
tickling and scratching along the grainy walls of her expanding snatch 
like a million hairy-legged insects.

The slutty pleasure boiled up high into her womb, and her whole pussy 
throbbed as the rubbery thing invaded her.

"AH--AH--HAH!!"

Those were the last real sounds she was able to make before Bo and her 
daddy both aimed their freshly stiffened cocks in the direction of her 
mouth.

They were still holding her legs up, but had turned now to face her, 
offering her the choice of either of their lusty tools.

Pam's eyes sparkled as she saw the two smooth prick-heads coming toward 
her. The sawing rapture Hank's helmeted cock was making between her 
legs made her tongue come rolling salaciously from between her lips!

Bo's sturdy rod found a wet nest in her mouth first. She sucked the 
bulbous glans with deep-stroking joy, running the tip of her tongue in 
circles just under the ridged meatus. The boyish penis throbbed 
lustfully for her before she slupped her mouth away and took her 
daddy's even larger peter into her throat.

She alternated between feasting on first one wetly pleasured prick and 
then the other. Both of the strongly gorged tools stood straight out at 
her, willing and eager to be teased by her smacking lips and flickering 
tongue.

In the meantime, Hank Pauley slowly and deeply fucked the large tickler 
along the clinging walls of her mossy, overheated cunt. The rubbery 
arms on the lewd toy gave no rest to her broiling, twitching pussy, and 
with each inward stroke the longer bit of rubber rubbed amorously 
against her fanged and quivering clitoris.

Pam could feel her first wanton orgasm approaching on horned feet!

To increase the sultry completeness of her savage spasms, she took her 
daddy's whole cock into her mouth, riding the head as deep into her 
windpipe as she dared. And at the same time she grasped the stiff 
warmth of Bo's big peter with her right hand, squeezing the column 
greedily as she climaxed and sucked simultaneously!

Her pussy erupted with one bloating thrill of rapture after another, 
generating enough hot juices to soak Hank's horny prick from root to 
tip!

At the same time, her suctioning, demanding mouth made her daddy's 
madly stiffened cock begin to spurt.

With a brazen, gurgling joy Pam felt her throat filling up with the 
powerfully discharging sperm. It bubbled and foamed from the corners of 
her mouth and ran like hot gravy down over her chin!

In her frenzy, she began to masturbate Bo's hugely swollen penis, and 
in less time than it takes to say "hand job", his teenaged tool began 
to fire rockets of spunk into her face.

It was so depraved a scene that the Devil himself would have blushed!

Pam had both of her legs held up and pointing out like a nutcracker 
while Hank humped her sweet sucking snatch. And at the same time she 
was swallowing every drop of her daddy's prick which was horsed to the 
balls in her mouth. And added to that were the great, smoking gluts of 
Bo's sperm splashing against her nose and lips and chin as his cock 
found release.

It was in that incredible and uncompromising position that Pam's 
passion-glazed eyes happened to wander to the window of the spare room, 
and upward.

Her mother was standing at her bedroom window, looking down on the 
scene.

The face in the window didn't register on Pam's heated brain for a 
couple of heartbeats.

And then it did!

With a throaty yelp of terror, she pushed her daddy's wet and swollen 
prick out of her mouth and snapped her legs free from the strong hands 
which held them. She used the bottoms of both of her feet to push Hank 
Pauley away from her, making his cock and tickler come slupping out of 
her dripping cunt like a plumber's helper!

"What the SHIT?" Hank growled huskily.

Then all three of the males saw at once that Pam was staring with 
blinded eyes up through the window at the Harper house next door.

Bill Harper turned, his thick-veined, barely satisfied cock still 
sticking lewdly out and soaked wet by his daughter's mouth, and saw his 
wife staring down at them from Pam's bedroom!

"Oh, jumping JESUS!" Bill groaned.

He jumped back out of sight as if his feet had touched hot coals!

Bo and Hank saw Jane Harper at the same time, and although they were 
not quite as shocked as Pam and her daddy, they were shocked enough to 
blush and produce fake, frisky grins!

Jane Harper's enraged face disappeared from the window above.

"Oh, God," Bill groaned again, "there goes my damn marriage! Christ, 
she must have seen everything--!"

Bo grinned guiltily, and wiped his drooping prick with one hand, trying 
to clear off the sticky cum which hadn't quite made it to Pam's face.

Hank took the whole thing a bit more philosophically. He tried to get 
back between Pam's legs to finish his fucking exercise.

"Goddamn it, Hank," Bill gulped, "that was my WIFE up there! She'll be 
over here in two seconds like a damn witch on a broomstick! Pam, 
getting your fucking clothes on!"

Pam scurried to find her panties as her father hopped around on one 
foot trying to get his shorts on!

Even before he had one leg into his underwear, the Pauley doorbell was 
banging like a police bell.

"Oh, wow," Bo whispered softly. "I hope to hell she ain't got a knife 
with her!"

In the living room, it was Mae who innocently strolled naked to the 
door and opened it.

Jane swept past the startled girl in a fury, cornering not only her 
daughter but the three naked studs with her in the small spare room 
with the lumpy mattress.

"I WANT A DIVORCE!!" she boomed huskily.

Bill Harper opened his mouth, but closed it again meekly.

"Now, looky here, Miz Harper," Hank began, standing his ground in his 
own house, despite the fact that he still had the big tickler stuck on 
his prick, and it was glistening with Pam's cuntal flow.

"NO! YOU LOOKY HERE!" Jane snapped. "I OUGHT TO HAVE EVERY ONE OF YOU 
SEX FIENDS THROWN IN JAIL!!"

The silence was electric for a few more seconds, until Pam opened her 
mouth in a sly, suddenly grinning retort.

"Sorry if you're jealous, mom," she breathed impishly. "But I guess you 
know better than anybody how much daddy likes his teenaged pussy."

Now the air bristled with silence.

"H-HUH?" Bill Harper managed, finally.

"You remember what you told me, daddy," Pam lisped, softly. "You said 
mom's cunt was too slack, and a heck of a lot too hairy. That a guy 
gets tired of sticking his cock into something that always feels like 
its been fucked five minutes before by a couple of Arabian stallions!"

"W-w-w-what!?" Jane Harper gasped.

Hank and Bo Pauley chuckled crudely.

"Y-you get your clothes on, young lady!" Pam's mother rasped.

Pam smiled. "I will, mommy, if you promise to tell us about you and 
Uncle Joe."

The expression on Jane Harper's face changed from pious outrage to 
confused guilt!

Pam took a deep breath. She had a lot to say, and she intended to say 
it!

"Uncle Joe told me, mom, that you used to make him fuck you four or 
five times a week when you barely had hair on your pussy. He said you 
also were delighted when daddy arrived on the scene, and that the three 
of you went at it like tomcats in a bucket. He said you'd rather have 
your horny twat sucked by a couple of male tongues than ride a ferry 
boat to Mars!"

The shocking, truthful announcement hung in the room like smoking 
incense!

"I--I--" Jane Harper began. And then her face flushed a deep scarlet 
and she rushed out of the room and banged past a gawking, naked Mae 
Pauley as she swung through the front door.

"Jesus," Bo whispered. "Was all that stuff for real?"

"Damn right it was," Pam's dad grinned. "Hell, it'd been so long ago, 
I'd almost forgotten it!"

Pam smiled sweetly. "Don't you think you should go persuade mom to come 
back and have some fun with us, too?"

But before her daddy could answer, Hank Pauley was pulling on his pants 
and zipping them up. Then he turned to all of them with a wicked, 
knowing grin as he tossed the big tickler up and down in his palm like 
a lucky charm.

"You folks just relax for an hour or two," Hank said. "I think I can 
talk Miz Harper into, uh, seeing things our way."

And with that, he followed Jane's well beaten path out the door--
tickler in hand!!



Chapter 12


The Sunday morning sunlight slid brightly through the window of Pam's 
bedroom.

She turned lazily under the covers and her elbow mashed gently into a 
body to her left. She turned again and felt her thighs pressing snugly 
against a body to her right.

She was in bed with Mae Pauley and her own daddy!

Blinking her eyes open, Pam looked straight into the sleeping face of 
her father. His handsome mouth was parted slightly, and his darkly 
fringed eyelashes looked like some big lashes of a doll closed tightly 
down.

Pam grinned, remembering how much fun She and Mae had experienced a few 
hours before with the husky, hairy male body now cuddled to one side of 
the small bed.

"You awake, Pam?" Mae whispered, softly.

"Uh-huh, but daddy is still sleep."

Pam turned and grinned into the fresh, angelic-looking face of the 
thirteen-year-old girl lying smugly beside her. The warmth of her body 
was like an electric blanket, and Pam shivered with a small excitement 
as the young girl's fingers stole secretly up over her bare thigh.

"What are you doing?" Pam managed, fighting down the oddly twitching 
thrill goosebumping her legs.

Mae's voice came in a breathy whisper. "I--I guess I didn't have enough 
fun last night. I've been awake for a whole hour."

Pam smiled. "Honestly, Mae, you've lived with those two oversexed 
people too long. I'll bet that's all you think about. Sex."

Mae's furtive little fingers snaked a few more inches over Pam's 
trembling thigh, moving suggestively close to the soft center between 
her legs.

Pam glanced again to see if her daddy was still asleep, and then she 
willingly opened her legs to allow Mae to do anything she wanted to.

The girl's nimble fingers drifted softly down over Pam's gently pouted 
cunt, moving the golden hairs back and forth.

"Play with me, too," Mae whispered, her wicked young voice husky with 
need.

Pam found the younger girl's aroused pussy with her hand and cupped the 
moist muffin of flesh in her palm.

"UUUUMMmmmm," Mae breathed, "rub it for me!"

Pam moved her hand gently back and forth over the twin mounts, feeling 
the hotness seep up into her palm like steam. When the urgent throbs 
began to pass through Mae's witchy little twat, Pam whispered again to 
her. "What do you want to do, wake up daddy?"

"No--not yet. We'll have fun with him later."

"What, then?"

"I'll show you!"

To Pam's astonished delight, the teenaged girl suddenly submerged her 
head under the covers and kissed Pam's quivering tummy. The hot breath 
and gently puckered lips made Pam's pussy bloom open, and her always 
easily stimulated clitoris began to firm and stick up wetly.

With a fond sigh for the novelty of this new experience, Pam opened her 
legs wider as Mae's head moved lower down to the trench between her 
thighs.

Pam jerked slightly as the minnowing little tongue began to softly lick 
just on the barely parted lips of her cunt. The warm and wet lactation 
made Pam's slit itch and burn with pleasure, and she lifted her hips a 
little to show Mae that she liked having her hole played with that way.

Mae moved her fingertips to the sides of the tasty twat and spread the 
Venus mount wider apart, sticking her salacious young tongue a few 
inches inside.

Pam closed her eyes, her cheeks burning with lewd enjoyment, as the 
nimble little tongue dipped in and out of her pulsing pussy.

"Hey," the husky male voice whispered beside her. "What the hell are 
you two gals doing?"

Pam opened her eyes and grinned dreamily at her daddy. He was leaning 
up on one elbow in the bed, and his eyes were watching the head of Mae 
Pauley moving up and down under the covers.

Bill Harper's mouth twitched in a curious, shameless smile. "She's 
eating you, eh?" he breathed. "Mind if I watch?"

Pam grinned. "Be my guest, daddy."

He crawled out of bed and pulled back the cover, revealing Mae on her 
knees with her spicy little butt pushed high in the air as she stroked 
her tongue voluptuously into Pam's juicy quim.

"Oh, wow," he whispered.

When Pam saw that her father didn't mind that her cunt was being 
serviced in such an unorthodox way, she relaxed and lifted her legs up 
to form a real trough for the pussy-loving Mae. The nipples of her tits 
began to harden as the pleasure increased, and her vaginal lips 
stretched wider apart to allow the driving tongue to eat her better.

Pam's dad stood for a few minutes at the foot of the bed, watching the 
exciting spectacle of two pubescent girls enjoying sex with each other. 
And as he watched, his rogue prick began to rise in all its glory and 
kept rising until it stood stiffly out from the dark bush of pubic 
hair.

The room was filled with nothing but the deep breathing of the adult 
male and the liquified squishing of Mae's hungry tongue moving wetly in 
and out of Pam's pussy.

At last, Bill Harper's rising lust made him want to do more than watch!

Moving heavily on his bare feet, he positioned himself right behind 
Mae's lifted, rosy buttocks. Then he bent down low, as if he were going 
to smell a pretty rose. He put his nostrils almost against the pencil-
thin crack of the girl's asshole and sniffed.

He smelled all along the sweet crease of Mae's charming butt, then 
dropped lower and sniffed the deeper, headier aroma of her warm young 
pussy.

Her cunt was as pungent as honeyed peppermint!

With a low groan, he rolled his larger, firmer tongue out and began to 
lap obscenely into the lightly haired rim of Mae's snatch. Her girlish 
pussy throbbed against his touches, and began to leak warm, salty 
juices against his tongue.

For the next ten minutes the cunt-eating contest continued.

Pam's breathing grew ragged as the fun increased, and several times her 
vaginal muscles convulsed hard over the pointed, sluicing tongue which 
was drawing deeper and hotter pleasures from her core.

"MMMMmmmmm," Pam sighed, moving her scalded thighs in a slow circle as 
Mae's insistent mouth worked on her better and better.

Mae's own pussy was responding to the pumping tongue inside of it, 
surrendering softly and wetly to every lustful trick that was played on 
it.

The closer Pam grew to realizing a climax, the tighter and hotter Mae's 
twitching little vent grew. To speed her to the obvious, Bill Harper 
located her brightly erected clitoris with the tip of his tongue and 
began to strum it.

Mae moaned as her mouth dug like a shovel into Pam's pooching pussy!

With both girls having their adolescent clefts so deliciously massaged, 
it was only a matter of a few more shimmering seconds before they began 
to squirm with a rainbowing of lovely spasms.

Pam came first, her mewing cunt bloating and throbbing around Mae's 
sucking mouth as a flood of cunt juices spritzed hotly forward.

Mae lapped the creamy brew and pushed her own teenaged quim lustfully 
back against the long male tongue eating it like candy. In a kind of 
one-two-three count, her slavering gash sucked Bill's lips into a 
pucker, then relaxed with a trickling flow of maidenly pleasure.

Feeling the cute, thirteen-year-old pussy cumming against his tongue 
turned Bill on like a fire engine, and his already stiff prick jerked 
between his legs like a bar of white-hot tempered steel!

With their pussies both sucked to the final fluttering thrill, the 
young females slumped together, tangling their pretty little legs and 
thighs together like smoking valentines.

Pam's dad had a hard-on that wasn't going to be denied what it wanted.

He used both of his strongly muscled hands and arms to rearrange the 
delectable duo on the bed, placing them so that their legs were draped 
picturesquely over the side of the mattress and open just enough to 
make their slackly stretched, wetly trembling cunts available for 
screwing.

Stroking his long and frightfully stiffened prick a time or two with 
one hand, Bill Harper came between the thighs of his daughter and 
rammed his cock home.

The big column of hard meat rode roughly up between the succulent lips 
of Pam's pussy, pushing the sappy folds back until the cunt hairs stood 
out like cat's whiskers.

He fucked her stubbornly for a few minutes, pumping his naked buttocks 
back and forth as the muscles in his legs tensed like cords.

The well-lubricated cunt between Pam's limply hanging legs absorbed 
every demanding inch her daddy gave it, and as his large prickhead rode 
rudely out, the entire length of his penis glistened with the warm 
slime of her heated interior.

Then he moved lecherously over between Mae's even smaller body, forcing 
his goatish cock to ride roughshod all the way up her quivering little 
cunt.

He fucked Mae until she was moaning softly.

Then he pulled his hard flesh out of the younger girl's sullen, soaking 
pussy, and moved back to Pam.

How long--and how many times--he alternated between the two beautiful, 
plump young cunts neither he nor they would ever know. But the game 
went on for a very long time, with each wanton slit becoming more and 
more stimulated after each brutal attack.

As for his prick, it had never been treated to such a lascivious feast 
of naked poontang before, and the gorged and throbbing tool literally 
dripped with the pre-orgasmic fluids from both of the roasting cunts.

As if to keep the best in the family, he selected Pam's delightfully 
tight and sucking young twat to take his seed.

He came for the final time between her tender thighs with all the 
passion of a bull, holding her buttocks clasped in his hands as he 
whore-fucked her to his climax.

Pam swooned with joy as she felt the large penis massaging the entire 
length of her pussy like a baseball bat!

She spasmed only seconds before her daddy, and that tickling flush of 
her cunt juices triggered one of the wildest, ball-exploding orgasms of 
his life.

His furiously distended cock literally hissed as his thick, molten 
cream discharged high up inside her womb!

Pam fell back, her legs flopping, her pussy pulled forward and up by 
the cylinder of stiff meat crammed to the hairs inside her.

It was several moments before the large penis was reduced in size 
enough to be easily dislodged from Pam's stretched cunt. And when it 
finally came riding out of her hole, a hot steam of sperm and vaginal 
juices came slupping and dripping out with it.

"Wow," Mae breathed, her eyes as large and moist as a doe's as she 
viewed the richly veined and darkly swollen prick between the hairy 
legs. "I don't think even paw has ever fucked that good!"

Bill grinned, blushing a little at the girlish compliment.

When they had all revived enough, and Pam's dad had smoked a cigarette, 
the inevitable question rose.

"Hey, where's Mom and the rest of them?" Pam asked.

Her daddy shrugged gamely. "I can imagine, but let's go find out."

The three lusty Musketeers went arm-in-arm out of the bedroom to find 
what Bo and Hank and Pam's mom were up to.

What they found going on in the guest bedroom was enough to build their 
own appetites for sex again. In face, the sight on the rumpled bed was 
like throwing gasoline on smoldering coals and expecting nothing to 
happen!

Pam's mom was the one on the bottom, getting fucked with deep-
thrusting, powerful strokes of Hank Pauley's unholy prick. And Bo 
Pauley was the one sitting astride her large-nippled tits, tweaking 
them with his fingers while his bone-hard cock was being voluptuously 
sucked by Jane Harper's mature, experienced, hungry mouth.

But that was not what fired the imaginations of all in the room, 
including the three who had just wandered in.

What made their eyes bug out in envious appreciation of how Pam's mom 
could solve any problem that arose, was the fact that she was wearing a 
fakey, blonde Shirley Temple-type wig, and that her pussy, being so 
appreciatively fucked by Hank, was shaved as clean as an ostrich egg!

Pam stared hard at the large, slick lips of her mom's cunt as the 
almost hostile cock rode like a rolling pin in and out with greased 
pleasure.

"Is Mom trying to be young again, daddy?" she asked her voice a bit 
breathy and uncertain.

Her daddy grinned, feeling his own mighty prick rising once more in 
tribute to his wife's inventiveness.

"Yeah, honey," he husked, softly, "and I wouldn't have it any other 
way!"


The End
