That night Pam lay in her bed in the darkness, her eyes wide open.
Even in the privacy of her bedroom, and with nobody to see her, Pam could feel her face burning with secret shame.
She had sucked Bo Pauley's big prick!
Her tongue rolled around for a few seconds in her mouth, a lonely and tortured organ. The realization that only a few hours before that same tongue had been oily and greedy around the blunt head of Bo's cock made her flush with discomfort again.
What a filthy, wicked thing she had done!
And yet…
Yet there had been something so powerfully exciting in the oral act that she couldn't get it out of her mind for even an instant. She couldn't sleep as much because of her guilt feeling as for re-living the experience. There had been something madly pleasurable about teasing the boy's stiff tool with her lips and tongue, toying with it, kissing and sucking it, forcing it by the gentle persuasion of her mouth to finally explode, and to send the gushing spunk from his balls deep into her throat!
Despite herself, Pam grinned in the darkness and let one hand slip down between the top of her pajamas to find the virgin crease of her cunt.
As she touched her pliant, sensitive cuntlips and began to gingerly work the tip of her finger back and forth over the lightly haired mound, she remembered Bo's whispered words to her: "Come back tomorrow, Pam… and I'll teach you how to fuck!"
A tremor of fear and joy went through her sultry young pussy at the remembered promise of Bo.
Could she possibly let such a rough, horny young male have his way with her? Could she stand to feel that large thing of his trying to push between the tight folds of her cunt?
Her pussy seemed to yawn open wetly at the thought, the softly whiskered lips spreading a bit as her clitoris rose up firmly.
She sighed deeply as her fingertip found that odd little fang that felt so good when she touched it. She knew she'd have to ask Bo what it was down there that made her shiver with lusty pleasure at this simple touching of her fingertip.
As she wormed her finger around the prominent, stiff little love-muscle, she imagined it was Bo's tongue doing it to her. His strong, eager, pointing tonguetip that was lightly rubbing the easily stimulated nub that pushed up between the upper folds of her sex.
For the next twenty minutes or so she lay with the covers back and her hand down between her legs, teasing the larger growing clit until she brimmed on the edge of delicious orgasm.
Each time she felt herself approaching a spasm, she would draw her finger away, much too reluctant to have the sustained pleasure come to an end.
Then, when she was breathing more regularly, she would once again sneak her fingertip down and begin to rub the titillated spot again.
She performed this stop-start, start-stop ritual until she was so excited that her tongue was crowded out of the side of her lips. And as her passion mounted to an undeniable peak, she closed her eyes and whispered hotly to her pillow, pretending it was Bo's ear.
"Suck me, Bo, please! Suck me! Suck-suck! – suck!!"
Her throbbing clitoris triggered a sudden deep, wet spasm of exquisite pleasure, a climax so strangely deep and lustful that she groaned softly in the darkness.
She felt her fingers grow damp and hot with the expended fluids from the core of her cunt, and after a few moments with her hand still touching the cloying lips of her pussy, she pulled her fingers away.
Since there was nobody there to see her, she put her fingers lightly to her nose and sniffed the humid aroma of her aroused and now satisfied slit. The smell was vaguely exciting to her, reminding her of the stronger, male odor of Bo's beautiful organ right before she cupped her lips around it.
The orgasm released her finally of the nervous tension, and she slipped into a calm, happy sleep.
The next day was Sunday, and when Pam dressed and went down for breakfast, she saw her father standing at the picture window in their living room and staring out.
His pipe was forgotten at the corner of his mouth, and his Sunday paper was still unopened in his hand.
Pam sneaked up behind her dad, intending to put her hands over his eyes to surprise him. But before she could do that, she saw what was holding his attention.
Bo's young sister was taking a sunbath on the front lawn of the old Howard house. She was lying on a green blanket on her stomach, and she was wearing only the skimpiest kind of bikini, a bathing suit much too brief and daring for a girl her age. She even had the bra straps untied so that she would tan evenly, and the firm, smooth humps of her pretty little buttocks were sticking up sensuously.
For some odd reason, Pam felt a sudden little quiver of jealousy go through her loins as she realized that her daddy was staring at the girl.
"Hello, Daddy," Pam snapped.
Bill Harper jumped as her voice broke into his thoughts. He turned, taking the pipe out of his mouth. A flushed, guilty look spread over his face for a few seconds before he regained his composure.
"Oh, hi, skipper," he breathed.
Pam smiled, and then glanced again at the Pauley girl out on the lawn. "If mother sees Mae Pauley out there half naked, she'll have a fit," she said casually.
Her dad grinned uncertainly. "Yeah, she'll go into her white-trash sermon again. Did you, uh, enjoy your visit with the Pauleys yesterday?"
"Yes."
"Did you invite them over for ice cream this evening?"
Pam shrugged. "Oh. I forgot, Daddy."
She saw the small disappointment in his eyes.
"You still want me to invite them?" she said.
Her dad shrugged too, and started not to reply. But then he took a small breath, and nodded. "Sure, honey, go ahead and invite them. We ought to be friendly. I, uh, I'd like to get to know Mr. Pauley."
But Pam knew it wasn't the father that was on her daddy's mind at that moment.
It was the saucy, bitchy little butt of Mae!
Pam invited the Pauleys over by telephone, and precisely at six o'clock the whole family came trooping over.
Hank Pauley had on a cleanly laundered jumpsuit with his first name stitched over the pocket. Bo was wearing tight, neatly ironed wheat-jeans and a sports shirt, and Mae was dressed in shorts and a halter.
It was difficult for Pam to realize that Mae Pauley was only thirteen, despite her pretty babyface. She looked more mature than that, with her pointing young breasts and the slightly flared thrust of her hips. And Pam found herself trying to find things wrong with the younger girl, even trying to convince herself that her blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes did nothing to make her at all pretty.
But Pam's father seemed to deny there could possibly be a single flaw in such a lovely young creature. He couldn't take his eyes off the girl when he thought nobody was looking!
They made the ice cream in the back yard, and Pam's dad had set up tables and a couple of picnic umbrellas.
At one point early in the evening while Mae was helping her mom with the plates and spoons, and her dad and Hank Pauley were talking around the cream freezer, Bo managed to get Pam to himself over by the carefully tended clump of rose bushes.
"Hey, I thought you were gonna come over this afternoon," the boy whispered, a slack smile pulling up the corners of his mouth.
"I-I thought I shouldn't," Pam whispered back.
Bo winked at her, glancing briefly over his shoulder to make sure nobody was in earshot of them. "C'mon, Pam, don't tell me you didn't like what we did yesterday. You did, eh?"
Pam blushed, the answer twinkling treacherously in her eyes!
Bo's grin widened. "Yeah, I knew you liked it. But there's a helluva lot more to having fun than what you did. I wanta teach you some wild fucking positions."
The words were whispered almost casually, but they made Pam's ears burn!
She found her voice, but it came out in a ragged, breathy whisper. "Does-does Mae let you do that to her?"
Even at his youthful age, Bo knew a lot of male psychology. Without even a pause, he grinned and said, "I've been fucking my little sis since she was twelve."
Pam felt her heart jump. "That's what you did yesterday when you pulled the shade down."
He winked. "You're right, baby. If Mae doesn't get a taste of my big peter every day or so, she can't sleep at night."
Pam thought of her own sleepless night and flushed again. She glanced over at the young girl helping her mom, remembering how her legs had been sprawled apart on the lumpy old mattress. And how the front of Bo's pants had bulged with excitement right before he pulled down the shade.
"Hey, I got a great idea," Bo whispered, suddenly. "After all this bullshit ice cream stuff, why don't you and Mae and me go for a ride in paw's pick-up. I'll fuck her, and you can watch. Maybe it'll give you a good idea of how much fun it can be to ball with a guy."
Pam felt a sluttish surge go through her body at the suggestion.
"I-I don't know if Mom and Dad…"
"Hell, leave that up to me. I'll bet I can softsoap your old lady into anything!"
Despite Pam's doubts, Bo proved his word later in the evening. While Pam and Mae busied themselves cleaning up the dirty ice cream dishes, Bo and Pam's mom got involved in some kind of deep conversation at one of the tables.
In the kitchen, Mae Pauley grinned at Pam as she stacked the dishes into the washer.
"I think your dad is real cute," Mae said impishly, her blue-green eyes sparkling. "How old is he?"
"Thirty-five, I think," Pam said, again hating herself for the ripple of jealousy that seemed to center on anything concerning her father and the wicked girl.
"That's young," Mae breathed. "My paw is almost forty, but you wouldn't know it. He's kept so young and strong from all that hard work in the oil fields."
There was a lull in the conversation until Mae leaned her pursed young lips close to Pam's ear. "Bo told me what you and him did together yesterday afternoon."
Pam's cheeks burned!
"Don't be ashamed of it," Mae purred, softly, "I do that to Bo all the time. I've done it to, uh, others, too."
"You have?" Pam echoed numbly.
Mae smiled, showing her perfect teeth behind the girlish curl of her full, pretty lips. "I did it once to the TV-repairman when we lived in Texas. But don't tell Bo!"
"I-I won't."
Pam's fingers were trembling as she tried to arrange the last of the plates in the washer. But her mind was racing with curiosity about such a young girl like Mae having done something so blatantly lewd with a grown man!
"Did you – did he – I mean…"
Mae interrupted Pam's fumbling questions with a low, soft giggle. "If you mean did the TV guy like it, you can be sure he did. I think I scared him to death at first. We were in the house alone because both Bo and paw were working. I just asked the nice man if he would let me suck him off, and after he thought about it and made me promise on a stack of bibles that I wouldn't tell anybody, he let me."
"H-how was it?"
Mae grinned, little points of color coming into the curve of her youthful cheeks. "Better than Bo. Bigger. Men always have bigger ones than boys, and it takes them longer to get satisfied."
Pam's throat was dry as sand. "How long did it – uh, take the man you…?"
"Well, I didn't time it, or anything," Mae laughed, softly, "but I must have sucked on him for twenty minutes, maybe half an hour. It was just so big and long that I had trouble getting it all in my mouth at once, so I sort of licked it a lot. He liked that, too. Bo always wants me to just gobble him real fast, but a grown man wants you to take your time. It's more fun that way, because when he finally does cum…"
The lurid, whispered conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Pam's mom and Bo.
Bo had a smug smile on his face, and Jane Harper's eyes were moist and twinkling.
"Pam, would you like to go riding with Bo and his sister?"
Pam could hardly believe her ears!
After the three of them had crowded into Hank Pauley's pick-up, Pam turned to Bo and demanded to know how on earth he had worked such a miracle on her mom.
Bo grinned. "Hell, all we talked about were her damn roses. I worked one summer in a greenhouse, and I know a lot of shit about flowers. I think she'd have given me the moon after she found out I liked roses. She wants me to come over and help her mulch the stupid things."
Pam smiled, delighted in her teenaged way at seeing her mother so easily tricked. After all, adults were always tricking them!
"I don't know much about this Goddamn town," Bo said impatiently. "You know a good place to go?"
"I-I guess we could go to the State Park," Pam breathed.
"Good and dark out there?"
"It should be."
Pam gave the directions on how to get to the park. It was the favorite Saturday morning drive for her and her dad. But she had never dreamed she'd be riding out there in a rattling old pick-up to watch some boy fuck his own thirteen-year-old sister!
Bo was again the expert when it came to finding just the right spot to park. He nudged the old car backwards up into a clump of dark bushes, then turned off the motor and lights.
There was just enough moon to let them see each other.
Without the smallest kind of formality, Bo told his sis to take off her panties while he got the blanket from under the seat.
"Come on," Bo husked, "I can't screw good in this damned cab. Let's have some fun in the pick-up bed!"
Numbly, Pam got out of the car with them and climbed into the flat part of the truck, behind the cab. Bo spread the blanket out, and his sister eagerly lay down with her shorts and panties off.
"Hell, might as well take off your blouse, honey," Bo breathed hoarsely, helping his sis unbutton the thin garment she had worn under the halter of her shorts.
Pam sat crouched beside the eager young girl as Bo snapped open the fly of his jeans and pulled out his already partially stiff cock. The big column of meat rode out in the shadowy light like a club. As the lustfully aroused penis throbbed, Bo glanced over at Pam with a wicked grin.
"Sure you don't want a little of this big prod first?" he whispered.
"F-fuck her," Pam heard herself mewl softly.
With another slack grin, Bo used his hands to push his sister's slender, trim young legs wider apart. And even in the bad light, Pam could see the lightly haired slit between Mae's legs yawning open with a glimmer of moist juice just at the center.
Pam watched as Bo eased himself close between the sprawl of his sister's thighs. Then, just before he nudged the flared head of his prick into the relaxed folds of her teenaged cunt, Bo paused.
He sat back up for a second and unbuckled his belt. Then, with Pam's eyes slitted with excitement, he husked his jeans down over his strong, lean buttocks all the way to his knees.
"Come around here, Pam," he breathed, urgently. "I want you to play with my damn bails while I fuck her."
It was almost as if the boy had read her mind, Pam thought. Ever since she had sucked his libidinous cock as it rode out stiffly from his open fly, she had wondered about his balls. Wondered how they looked, how they would feel in her fingers, how they might taste to her stroking tongue. All she knew for certain about those fascinating male appendages were that they were the storehouse for the hot cream that was always so eager and ready to shoot up a cunt or down a throat!
She moved on numbed and tingling legs around behind the bare, gleaming buttocks of the lecherous young boy.
His nuts were hanging down just beneath the dark crack of his asshole – large, smooth globes of lightly haired flesh.
"Touch 'em," he whispered, raggedly. "Play with 'em! Heat me up, baby!"
Pam reached out both of her hands, taking one ball with each. They felt marvelously firm and soft at the same time, and more than just warm to her touch!
Instinctively, she began to lightly massage the strongly made testicles with the tips of her fingers, moving them this way and that as she felt the circle of her cunt growing hotter and wider.
"Nice," Bo husked, throatily, "just keep playing with those hot babies while I ball the shit out of sis!"
He was into his baby sister in only seconds, his roguish young prick squishing into the tight but lubricated folds of her pussy like a hard bar of iron.
As his buttocks rose and fell, Pam kept to her appointed task of teasing, his balls. She cupped them together with one hand, then with the other. She played with only one for a while, using both her hands to titillate it while the free ball joggled alone. She toyed and fondled and manipulated those lusty bags in every way she could think of while Bo fucked his young sister like a trojan!
Pam could hear the throaty gasps of pleasure coming from Mae as her brother's oversized and horny cock was driven up to the hairs in her gulping cunt. It was more than obvious that she had been pleasured hundreds of times like that, and equally obvious that she never got enough of it.
As the wild screwing continued, Pam's own lively and growing need to experience sex crawled hotly through her blood. Her pussy pounded harshly between her legs, growing wet and soft as each thrust of Bo's tool seemed to send a vicarious thrill through her loins.
She did want fucked like that.
She did!!
With a soft moan of wanton greed, Pam stopped fingering the large, warm balls and lowered her head to taste his nuts as she had already tasted his prick. Her tongue darted out over the spongy globes, licking here and there, lapping now strongly and now softly. And for the first time in her life Pam felt the whorish, totally abandoned joy of satisfying her deepest and darkest needs. She stroked the lusty balls with the flat of her tongue while they were gleaming in the moonlight with her saliva.
And then she did the wildest, most shameless thing of all.
She began to move her whisking tongue up over his buttocks!
As if slightly mad with the need to kiss Bo Pauley's ass all over, she smacked her wet lips against the firm and thrusting curves of his buns. And then she moved her driving tongue deep into the dark bud at the center of his buttocks, sucking the humid core of his delighted anus!
She was directly behind him now, with both of her small hands placed low on the bottom curves of his naked buttocks, her face buried in the crack, sniffing and tonguing him with salacious pleasure as his sperm boiled out of his quivering balls and fed itself in splashing spurts into his sister's sucking cunt!
Pam was right there when he pulled his veined and swollen cock out of the well-fucked thighs of Mae. And even as it glistened with the combined spunk and juice of his nuts and his sister's pussy, Pam took it into her mouth and sucked it dry.
"Tomorrow," Bo husked at her, his strong fingers at the nape of her neck as she slupped her tongue against his soft prick.
Tomorrow, her sluttish mind sang, tomorrow I want fucked, too!!