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Date: Tue, 10 May 2005 11:15:09 +0000
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Delighted In His Daughter Chapter 3
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!
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