When her dad got home for lunch, he looked weary from having sat at his office desk doing that catch-up work.
"I don't mind if we don't go riding, Daddy," Pam crooned, sitting on the deeply cushioned chair which was her father's favorite, and swinging her legs almost happily.
She was wearing her favorite cut-offs and a thin blouse.
Her dad stood looking down at her, pipe in mouth, magazine in hand. Then he smiled. "Your mother told me that she had decided to call a truce with the new folks next door. You, uh, think you ought to go over there dressed like that?"
Pam grinned. "I always dress this way on Saturdays, Daddy. We don't want to make them think we're stuffy!"
He smiled, and she made way for him as he sank into the big chair himself.
Pam perched on the arm of the chair and draped one hand around her father's strong shoulder. She was sitting high enough above him that she could look down between his legs, without his being aware of it.
It was the first time Pam had ever even thought about staring at a male the way she did now – especially her own father! – but she had to see if he was showing anything down there. And he was.
He was showing quite a bit, in fact.
To her surprise and consternation, Pam felt that same crawly itch coming back into her spicy little cunt.
It was shameless of her to sit there cruising her dad's crotch as if he were some high school boy and she were Betsy Meeker!
Her dad glanced up quickly, almost catching her staring like a little whore at the adequate outline of his penis. Pam colored at the cheeks and gave her father a jerky smile.
"You might invite Mr. Pauley and his children over tomorrow night for some ice cream," her dad said, casually. "I promised your mother I'd make some hand-freezer cherry. We might as well get to know the Pauleys, eh?"
"Okay, Daddy."
He patted the upper part of her leg once or twice, then went back to his magazine.
Pam could feel the imprint of her father's hand stinging on her flesh as if he had pinched her instead of patting her. Then she swung off the chair and went into the kitchen.
Her mother had just piled a plate high with some of her favorite homemade cookies. The aroma filled the kitchen with the savory promise of very good eating, indeed.
"Pam? Are you going to prance over there in those awful cut-offs?" her mother asked.
"Oh, mother. I just went through all this with Daddy. He said I looked fine."
Apparently the small lie satisfied her mom, because she handed her the big plate of cookies without a word. But when Pam was leaving the kitchen, her mother couldn't resist one last remark.
"See if you can find out what Mr. Pauley does for a living, Pam. From the looks of the tacky furniture I saw them moving into the house yesterday, he can't be exactly wealthy."
Pam nodded, then skipped out of the house to make her first visit.
It was only a short distance from the front door of their house to the front door of the Pauley home, but even in that brief journey Pam's heart managed to work itself up into a steady beat. And she just hoped that when she faced the boy she had seen doing such wicked things to what had to be his own sister, that she wouldn't blush like a little nitwit in pigtails!
She knocked on the door, holding the plate of cookies up like an offering.
Mr. Pauley opened the door, and it was the first time Pam had seen him. He was a very tall man with broad shoulders and a slender waist. In fact, he was a bit lanky, reminding her of the pictures she had seen of Lincoln. But his face was much more handsome under the thick curls of crow-black hair. The only disturbing thing about his face was the almost coarse way his lips turned back when he saw her, giving her a grin that cut deep dimples into his strong jaws.
"Hi, little lady," he said, huskily.
Pam smiled back at the tall man. "I'm Pam Harper, from next door. Mom thought you might like some cookies."
He held the door open for her, and she literally ducked under his arm and into the house.
When she turned back to him, she caught the grown man staring briefly at her legs. But he jerked his dark eyes up as she handed him the plate of cookies.
He lifted the napkin and sniffed at the pile of goodies. Then he winked at Pam, and said, "I'll bet there's some mighty good eating here. Thanks."
Pam stood with her hands behind her back as the man put down the cookies and took a few steps beyond her to the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey, Bo! Come on down here and meet your new neighbor!"
After calling for his son, the man turned back and stuck out his large, rough hand. "I'm Hank Pauley, and Bo is my boy. Sorry that my girl Mae ain't here, but she's gone out to do some shopping for the food we need. I was just gonna go pick her up at the store."
"I-I didn't mean to interrupt anything," Pam said softly.
The man grinned at her. "Don't think a thing about it. Bo can entertain you 'til I get back."
Pam heard a shuffle of feet at the top of the stairs, but before Bo Pauley got down to them his father had leaned a little toward her with something almost like a whisper in his voice.
"How old are you, Pam?"
"Fourteen," she blurted, then hated herself. She had intended to say she was older.
"My Mae is thirteen. You and her oughta get along fine."
At that point Bo came bounding down the stairs on his long legs, and Pam felt a flutter go through her body. If she had not witnessed what she did earlier that day, she would have thought that Bo Pauley was nothing more than any nice, good-looking boy at high school.
"Bo, this here is Pam Harper from next door," Hank said. "You two get acquainted while I go pick up your sis."
"Sure, paw," Bo said, smiling and showing the very same dimples his father had. "Hi there, Pam."
As they shook hands, Hank walked to the door and then stopped and hooked one thumb in the direction of the cookies. "Pam brought you something good to eat, Bo," he drawled. "But now don't make a hog of yourself. You leave something for your sis to eat."
"Yeah, paw."
The second his father was out the door, Bo turned back to Pam and took in her whole body with one lazy sweep of his youthful eyes. His look was so honest and sexual that Pam hated herself for blushing.
"Hey, you wanta see the house?" Bo said, grinning.
"I guess so."
On the tour, Bo told her that they had come from West Texas and that his father had worked for years in oilfields as a roustabout. Then his dad had got the chance to go in partners with a service station in town, and so they had moved here.
Pam was trying to concentrate on what the boy was saying, but her mind was definitely elsewhere. Every time she looked at his face she seemed to concentrate on his mouth and lips. She had seen what he'd done to his sister with them! And the other part of him that sent a curious, wanton thrill through her loins was his crotch.
She got a dozen or more secret glimpses of what looked like a heavy outline of his organ in his faded jeans. And the word 'prick' kept popping in her mind like a naughty devil with a pitchfork in hand!
"What's in the room downstairs," she asked finally.
The boy glanced at her, hands on his lean hips. "Which one? You mean that room off the right of the stairs?"
"Uh-huh."
"Nothing in there but a bed."
"And a mattress," Pam said, surprising herself at how the information came blurting out.
Bo gave her a quick stare. "How did you know that?"
Pam's mind reeled quickly with the possibilities hinged on her answer, but she finally knew she didn't have the nerve to be honest!
"I-I just guessed," she breathed, meekly.
Bo grinned at her. "You wanta see it?"
"Yes."
They went back downstairs and he opened the door to the room. It was indeed empty except for the bed and mattress. The shade was still pulled down, and Pam noticed that there was a deep lump in the middle of the old mattress, as if a great deal of force had been used there many times before.
"I don't know why we dragged that old bed all the way out here from Texas," Bo said, casually. "It was my sister's idea. She used to sleep on it back home. Guess she just likes the way it feels."
"Could I try it?" Pam asked, softly.
"Huh? Oh, uh, sure. Go ahead."
With her blood beating wildly in her body, Pam walked across the floor and got into exactly the same position she had seen Bo's sister assume earlier. She even moved her legs slightly apart, so that they dangled down over the edge of the old bed. Then she bounced lightly, making the springs creak lustily.
"It does feel good," she purred quietly.
The boy stood on his long legs looking over and down at her. He still had his hands on his hips, and the lean muscles in his seventeen-year-old arms seemed to bulge with virility.
"I still can't figure out how you knew there was a mattress here," he said, a bit huskily.
There was something about actually being on the bed that made Pam bolder than she had ever been in her life. But there was something else, too. What her mom had said about the family obviously being white-trash. In her mind, that meant that neither Bo nor his sister were really respectable young people, even if she hadn't seen what he'd done to his sister's body that morning, she'd have known Bo Pauley was the kind of boy who wouldn't be at all shocked by sex.
"Gonna tell me how you knew about the mattress, Pam?" he demanded, his voice a whole octave lower now.
She took a ragged little breath. "Maybe you should just keep that shade pulled down all the time," she whispered.
She saw the boy look dumbly at her, then glance at the shade as the meaning poured into his brain.
"Oh, shit," he husked, softly, his lips twitching up in an uncertain grin. "Don't tell me you saw what Mae and me…"
His voice trailed off into a hoarse gulp.
The silence in the room was overpowering for a few seconds, and Pam didn't move. She simply remained on the bed, posed exactly the way Mae Pauley had been right before her brother raked down her panties.
Finally, Bo wiped his mouth with the back of one hand and took a few steps toward her.
The sound of his footsteps sent a ruttish ripple of excitement through Pam's pussy!
"Hey, I, uh, I guess you really got an eyeful, then," he breathed. "Boy, you must think I'm some kind of mean bastard to do something like that with my own sis."
Pam swallowed hard. "No, I don't think that. Not if she liked it."
Bo grinned slackly. "Oh, hell, she likes it okay. I've been doing it to her since she was…" He stopped, breaking off again in something between shame and lusty pleasure!
Pam waited, feeling the lips of her proud young pussy pouting out against the stretched tightness of her own panties.
Bo glanced over his shoulder; as if to see Pam's mom standing there, and then he looked back at her. His eyes were darker now, almost crackling with a sensuous, horny need.
"You, uh, you want me to eat you, Pam? I mean, hell, if you want me to, I'll…"
There was something about the careless, reckless way he propositioned her that drove a wedge between her modesty and her desires. She knew for the first time in her life what Linda and Betsy must feel all the time, the drumming need to experience just how lusty a boy can be!
And as if to underline her own growing excitement, she saw a thick bulge forming along Bo Pauley's leg.
He came quickly over to her, his mouth parted hungrily in a small, nervous smile. Then he whispered down at her as quietly as if the big house were crammed full of people trying to hear what he said.
"Lemme eat your pussy, baby, that's what you really came over here for, ain't it?"
The way he said it edged a small fear into Pam's tender, untouched young cunt. She shook her head.
"Hey," Bo breathed, still standing directly in front of her with his hard-on growing larger by the second, "don't back out now. Hell, there's nothing wrong with a little sweet thing like you wanting to have her pussy sucked. C'mon, honey, I'll bet your hot, cute little old slit tastes like peppermint. We got time before paw and sis get back!"
"No, I-I don't want you to," she whispered raggedly.
"What the shit do you want then," he husked back, trying to keep his voice from sounding angry.
Pam was so excited she could barely think. But she did know what she wanted, and she was surprised that she had not admitted it to herself from the very beginning.
"I-I want to see you, Bo," she crooned softly.
She saw his face go blank, then the color creep agreeably into his firm cheeks.
"You want what?" he whispered.
Pam swallowed hotly again. "I want you to take your thing out of your pants. I-I've never seen a boy before."
His grin jerked the corners of his mouth up as his eyes twinkled lewdly. "Sure, baby," he breathed. "Hell, you can look at it if you wanta."
She watched with her heart in her throat as the boy eagerly unbuttoned the front of his pants and dug one hand deep into his fly. He had to pull and tug, but in one or two blinding seconds he pulled his hardening penis out and stroked it.
Pam stared for the first time in her life at a stiff cock.
The thing looked huge to her, a long column of flesh, with one large vein traversing the column, ending in the flared ridge of a smooth-looking, pinker cap of meat.
It throbbed strongly out of his pants, and she could see a dark bristle of hair at the root.
"Big enough for you?" he whispered, his grin wide and hot.
Pam didn't know what else to do, so she nodded her head, still staring in girlish fascination at the male organ.
She wondered if she could even reach her fingers around it!
Bo Pauley took a step or two closer, and his fully erect prick stuck obscenely out of his pants, so still that it barely wagged as he moved.
Pam's attention was riveted on the novel toy. She saw the way the glans curved at the bottom into a crease, and she saw the slit at the flared tip of his cockhead.
"Wanta touch it, Pam?" he whispered huskily.
When she didn't reply, he moved a bit closer, so close that all she had to do was lift one hand and feel the rigid tool.
"Go ahead, honey," he pleaded, the edge of his voice raw with need. "Just touch it… just put the tip of your finger on the head of it."
After a pause, Pam lifted one hand up gingerly, uncertainly. Then she stretched one finger out and brought it up to just the curved end of his horny prick. When she touched it, the whole rod seemed to vibrate with pleasure.
"Touch it some more," he breathed, "use your fingers – all of 'em!"
She had lost something of her fear of his penis, and now she willingly cupped the tips of her fingers around the boldly bloated meatus.
Bo grinned, his own hands hanging down at his sides as he watched her fondle just the bulbous head of his oversized, teenaged prick. Then he grunted huskily with even more pleasure as her hand slipped down and grasped the column of his cock.
Pam instinctively squeezed the hard pole of healthy, boyish flesh, and it responded to her touch by throbbing and pulsing between her fingers.
"Goddamn, that feels good," Bo whispered, spreading his legs a bit further apart and thrusting his pelvis forward so that the entire length of his lewd cock rode up more snugly in her grasp.
Pam toyed and teased with his big prick for several more seconds, even bringing her other hand up to hold it. She found that she could get her fingers all the way around the center circumference of his penis, but barely.
Holding the big warm club of flesh in her fingers was making something happen to her pussy all over again. It was throbbing almost as hard as-his dick. And deep, grainy prickles of joy were crawling up the walls of her unfucked cunt like thousands of tiny ants.
"You know what sis likes to do with that big thing?" he asked softly.
Pam shook her head, her cheeks burning with both shame and desire.
"She likes to eat it."
Pam glanced up uncertainly at the slackly grinning boy.
"Yeah, honey," he breathed, raggedly, "she loves to take it in her mouth and suck it for me. I suck her, and then she sucks me. That's fair, ain't it?"
Pam felt her tongue swelling almost uncontrollably in her mouth, and she couldn't fight back the gnawing curiosity of how something so long and hard and hot would feel against her tongue!
Bo took another step, and brought the flared head of his oversized prick right up to her lips, so close that her nostrils fluted open as the hot aroma of his male organ drifted pleasantly up to her.
"Suck it," he begged, softly.
She hesitated.
"Suck!!"
As if she were in some kind of dark, erotic dream, Pam parted her pretty lips and ovaled them slowly around the spongy helmet of meat he was offering her. The head of his prick filled her circled lips like a hard-boiled egg, and she ran her tongue out wetly along the underside of it.
She licked slowly along the firm ridge of his lecherous young cock, tasting the strange, exciting, forbidden flavor of her first stiff peter.
"Yeah," Bo breathed hoarsely. "Oh, yeah, honey!"
He pushed his prick a bit deeper into her mouth, and she took him willingly. She sucked softly on his warm hard-on, lapping her tongue in fluid circles and taking him inch by inch as he fed her.
Her jaws widened as if on hinges as his brutally distended penis rode easily into her throat. He paused now and then when she made a little gagging noise, and then he continued. He forced her to take him all the way to his crotch. And as her nose touched against the bristle of hairs pooching out of his fly, she could smell the darker, more exciting promise of something even beyond his brawny young prick.
She knew only vaguely what was under the root of his big cock. She had heard Linda say the word, she thought. The things which held his sperm. His balls. She was smelling his big, horny balls!
With a low moan, Pam began to suck more avidly on the boy's stone-hard organ. As if she had been doing it for years, she started moving her mouth back and forth on the slick, firm column of his cock, tonguing, slupping, kissing, sucking!
His cock grew harder and longer in her throat, and in only a few minutes of her greedy pumping the head of his stimulated tool flared and pulsed.
"Get it, baby!" he whispered. "Swallow it all!!"
She was totally unprepared for what happened next.
With a throbbing vibration which went from the root of his rod to the head, his prick suddenly shot glut after glut of hot, viscous juice into her fourteen-year-old mouth!
God! What is it?? her brain screamed, utterly shocked and unprepared to receive the boy's jism in her mouth.
Reflexively, she swallowed, then gagged on the unfamiliar taste and texture of hot ball-juice, and still he kept cumming and cumming in her mouth. She tried jerking her head back, striving to spit his hard, ejaculating cock from her previously unsullied mouth.
Nnnoooooo!! her mind screamed blindly in the agony of this dirty, degrading act. It was like he was peeing in her mouth, in her pretty, pouting fourteen-year-old mouth, and he had her by the hair, and she couldn't escape his hot, spewing cock as it fired gobbet after gobbet between her soft, wet lips. Jism ran out the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin as she tried to force all this filthy peelike liquid out of her mouth in repulsion for what this cruel boy was doing to her.
And then it was over, Bo sighing in the ecstatic release he'd just enjoyed in this pretty little innocent virgin's mouth, and Pam, completely overcome by what he'd done to her, fell onto her side and curled into a fetal ball, crying and moaning softly, sticky white jism slowly drying on her chin and pretty neck.