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Delighted In His Daughter
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.
Continued...
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