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Delighted In His Daughter -14
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.
Continued...
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