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-repairman, 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!