Pamie Draper stretched her long, lean body luxuriously, feeling the sun burn against her already goldenly tanned torso. Lying on the lounge near the sparkling pool, she shifted her breasts into a more comfortable position, mashed as they were beneath her.
She was very much aware of the tingling little ache between her thighs, and once again decided getting fucked was nothing but a big pain for a growing girl. For the hundredth time since last night, she vowed never again to let Alex touch her.
Alex, a senior in her high school, was considered to be one of the best studs on campus. He was tall and handsome, knew his way around the gridiron and even more about a girl's body. Pamie had been flattered by the attentions he gave her, and before she knew it, she had flipped her cork for him.
Pamie had never gone all the way with him-until last night. But she found on several occasions it had been quite close. On more than one occasion it had been all she could do to hold him-and herself-back.
Often, in compromise, she had let him reach beneath her sweater, unfasten her bra, and fondle her tits while they sucked tongues and explored their individual young passions in the back seat of his car. Once, they had gone to a drive-in movie, then afterward, when they had parked at the beach and he had caressed her tits into maddening hardness with his fingers, he had taken one of the rubbery, succulent nipples into his mouth and licked it gently with a firm, moist tongue.
The sensation of having her tits sucked that first time sent shivers of intense, unknown pleasure leaping and bounding throughout her slender body. Pleasure so great, she squirmed and mewled and whimpered against his slobbering face. So, last night, when he started the same gentle yet urgent licking and sucking, the sweet, exquisite suction of his lips around the throbbing sensitive nipple had driven her to near-insanity and she had hardly noticed when his hand had stealthily slipped under her short skirt and begun feeling around her pantie-concealed cunt.
"No ... Alex, no!" she had gasped, feeling his hand press down on top of her twitching, inflamed clitoris, sensing she might not be able to stop either of them this time.
But his hand and fingertips continued their incessant rubbing and stroking, feeling the full length of her shaking body, over her flat stomach and down to the nylon-covered softness of her pussy hair. He stroked her there slowly, insinuating his middle finger under the thin panties and into the moist, virginal slit of her now pulsating pussy. The contact started a delicious tingling sensation that she had never once experienced, and she found herself helpless to fight him off. All she could do was squirm and twist her small, compact bottom on the seat, writhing in pleasure beneath his hand, as their hot breath fogged the car windows.
Alex had paid no attention to her soft, weak, whispered pleas, and within moments she heard the metallic snick of his zipper being drawn down, and then a blunt, fleshy pressure against the top of her smooth, trembling thigh. It was his prick!
Pamie had never before in her young life felt-seen-a boy's cock before, and the muscles of her body contracted involuntarily at the strangeness of it.
She had been on the verge of pulling away when suddenly his finger began to probe into her wet, palpating cunt hole. The touch, the penetrating digit, had sent something like an electric jolt rippling pleasurably through her half-naked body, that froze her firm ass to the seat of the car. She couldn't move for a long moment as the pleasure raced around inside her now burning pussy. Alex took this gasping, motionless attitude to indicate Pamie had succumbed to his digital stimulations.
While she sat in helpless fascination, Alex had taken her hand and brought it down onto his protruding cock, and wrapped her fingers about the thick, extremely hard shaft. Of their own volition, Pamie's fingers tightened around his prick, and she heard a husky groan of pleasure come from him. My God, her mind blazed. It's so ... so big! Oh, God, it's enormous! So ... so hard! Cock! I've actually got my hand on his cock!
It seemed to Pamie that her fingers could barely encircle the thick shaft. Without consciously thinking of what she was doing, she squeezed his cock and moved her fist up and down it in exploratory strokes, feeling the deep pulsations of power under the smooth, tight skin. Back and forth ... up and down ... twisting her fist a bit, gripping his cock in a growing frenzy of bubbling passion. With a whirling mind, she felt Alex dig deeply into her cunt with his finger, and as he shoved it in and out of her quivering cunt, her hand jerked even more swiftly on his prick. Her cunt lips felt puffy and soaked with slippery juices, juices that seeped in hot excitement from the hair-rimmed slit. The finger was stretching the tiny ring of her still intact hymen membrane and she was afraid it would split and end her virginity on the spot; there wasn't a damned thing she could do now to prevent it.
The fantastic thrills he was producing in her were creating trembling, wild sensations she had never before known existed, and Pamie couldn't resist. She felt the muscles of her long thighs relax, and then her knees fell apart slightly, giving Alex a greater access to her bubbling cunt, and at the same time, she increased the speed of her fist on his swollen prick. As his finger entered her pussy, she would jerk her fist down hard on his cock, then up to clutch the swollen head as he withdrew. She could feel his cock growing harder and larger, though a moment ago she would not have dreamed that possible.
Alex had suddenly and without warning attempted to roll over on top of Pamie, and at the last moment she clamped her thighs together, trapping his cock between them. He had struggled like a madman to lift it up and get the blunt, drooling head into the twitching hotness of her tender young cunt. But Pamie knew she must wait even though she wanted to get fucked as badly as he wanted to fuck her. She struggled with all her young strength against him, and inadvertently her grip tightened on his straining cock. Just as he had forced the rubbery, bulbous head under the leg-band of her panties, pressuring against the wet, hair-rimmed lips of her pussy, Pamie felt a sharp, knife-cutting pain ... and felt,, too, the boy's cock jerk out of control.
She was vaguely aware that the very tip of his prick was between her cunt lips, and knew that her virginity was now a thing of the past. Still, she held the hard shaft of his cock in her fingers and thighs, so he could penetrate her no-longer virgin cunt no farther. Alex had grunted, then she felt a hot, thick stream of liquid spurt from the tip of his prick as he pulled away from her. The fluids gushed from the piss-hole of his cock until her hairy-mounded pussy was drenched with sticky sperm. It covered the inner surface of both her thighs and dripped down between them to moisten the seat of the car beneath her now shivering ass-cheeks....
"Hi, Sis," Pamie heard the voice of her brother, Tony.
"Oh ... hi," she replied, settling her cheek back on the lounge chair. She reached under her body and pulled up the skimpy bikini top so that her tits would be more modestly concealed.
"Been swimming, huh? Sure is a fine day for it," Tony said, sitting down in a wrought-iron chair near her.
Pamie thought her older brother had the sexiest voice of any man she had ever heard. She had always loved him, following him around when she was just a tiny girl. Although he was six years older than she, Tony had been very proud of his little sister. In return for his affection, she had adored him, and never lost the idea that he was the handsomest man ever. But now, with him sitting so close to her, she suddenly felt very naked and exposed to his eyes. Not that he was so close, really. It just seemed to her that he exuded a sensual, erotic scent that she had never recognized before.
Feeling a sudden shame at such thoughts, Pamie watched him through slitted eyes, waiting for him to turn away from her so she could draw the bikini top up even more.
Should I try to fasten it and sit up? she thought. No ... it would drop, or half of it would, anyway. Or most of my tits would show themselves if I crooked my arms behind me. What about my bottom ... my ass? Are the bottoms of my bikini squinched up into my pussy as they always do? Is any of my pussy hair down there showing? Is ... is my brother looking at me ... down there ... between my legs? Is he trying to get a better peek at my cunt? Oh, God, this is shameful!
"What are you doing home on a beautiful day like this?" she heard him drawl. "Hell ... it's such a fine Sunday, you should be out somewhere; out walking around and giving dirty old men a thrill."
"Oh, Tony," Pamie giggled, pleased with his words. "Why aren't you out with your girl?"
"Oh, just thought I'd come home and see how my beautiful, sexy little sister is getting along. What with Mom and Dad gone for the weekend, I sort of figured you might get lonesome."
"I'm fine," she replied, fighting off the mental image of how her brother's cock would compare to that of Alex.
"Don't you have a date with your boyfriend?"
"No, not today."
"Ah-ha!" Tony exclaimed. "That young punk! He just doesn't know what he's got in you, does he?" Pamie suddenly froze.
Her brother leaned forward and, very casually, ran a forefinger lightly down her naked spine, from the back of her neck to the basin where her narrow waist flowed upward to the swelling curve of her ass-cheeks.
"What in the world could keep him away from a girl like you?"
The finger glided back up between her shoulder blades, then descended downward again. Pamie shivered and clenched her teeth. She knew she should say something ... do something ... sit ... speak ... anything! Anything at all to make him stop this. She was aware that he was touching her differently, a way he never had before, and she tried hard to keep the rising sensations and wicked thoughts of forbidden pleasure under control.
She didn't know what to do, or think. She only wanted him to withdraw the teasing finger from her body, but the thought could not take verbal shape in her throat, and she trembled slightly. She felt the moisture seep from her cunt and through the bikini bottom. She knew in her mind that if her brother continued this erotic teasing much longer, she would be racing to the bathroom and finger-fucking her cunt like a starving nymphomaniac. Her body was demanding things she had never felt before, not even with Alex last night. It became unfamiliar to her in its whims and demands ... almost screaming to be used.
She lay very still, hardly breathing, fearful to move a muscle, lest she twitch violently and betray her wicked emotions. Slowly, almost accidentally, Tony's other hand descended, trailing behind the other fingers, circling around the soft and exciting flesh, causing Pamie's ass-cheeks to pinch almost imperceptibly beneath the bright yellow triangle of cloth covering them. Tony trailed his fingertips up one side of her long, feline torso, staying well clear of the slight bulge of her tits, but bringing the caress close enough to titillate the curves of them.
Pamie couldn't move. She felt totally paralyzed. Her mouth went dry and her lips felt rough and hot when she wet them with the tip of her pink tongue. God! her mind screamed silently. Make him stop! He shouldn't be doing this ... to me! Not my ... my brother! But ... oh, it does feel good! Oh, so deliciously good!
Fifteen-year-old Pamie had never felt such pleasure, had never had love-tender love-made to her, and never like this. Her entire body ached, throbbed, to have love made to it. Not just sex, not just a cock poking at her cunt, but real love. Soft, gentle, love.
Kneeling now, her brother slightly increased the scope of his circling, teasing fingers. He let his palm brush her flesh, first lightly, then with more pressure, using just enough weight as his hand moved to unsettle the warm, vibrant skin. Pamie's stomach tickled as he massaged the small of her bare back and, sliding up the flesh, along the smooth contour, he let his hand drag sufficiently so she would feel the most minute tug as she lay on her stomach and mashed tits.
And Pamie responded.
Putting her weight on her elbows, she lifted herself just enough to rearrange the forces that his caresses had engineered on her tits-only to find the new position was more uncomfortable. She shifted again, trying to close her eyes and senses against what was happening and yet be more comfortable.
Oh, dear God ... what a lover Tony would be! her mind flared.
The unwanted thought caused her to blush. For a brief second she had imagined his touch on her stomach, sliding to her tits. Then she gave a little gasp and her body went rigid. For her brother was breathing warmly on the sensitive flesh at the back of her neck, causing her scalp to prickle with growing excitement. She didn't dare move; that would only bring her neck against his lips, which she could distinctly feel hovering above her, nibbling at the air. Her knees pressed tightly together as though to ward off the inevitable attack.
His fingers-both hands-rested lightly at her waist on her back now. His breath flowed down around the nape of her neck. Pamie flushed as wicked thoughts coursed through her, feeling her ears burn with helpless shame. Then the hands were rocking her, turning her. Oh, no! her mind screamed silently against the quivering body she had lost control over. He's ... he's lifting me! Going to turn me over! No! He'll see ... see my tits! Why can't I stop him ... stop this? What's wrong with me? Oh, dear God ... God, please ... make him stop! I can't ... I ... Pamie felt the cool air brush over her naked tits. No! No! No! Ohhhh, no ... why did this have to happen? Please....
Tony laid his trembling sister on her back, looking down at her with an all-mastering expression. He saw the shamed flush on her exquisitely pretty face, her mouth slightly open as she half-panted in apprehension, her misty eyes trying to focus on him. He let his own eyes drop, drop down the slender lines of her neck, past the delicate collarbones, to the pair of swelling uptilted breasts that stared back at him with erect, pink nipples. Brought out to the sun, Pamie's nipples looked like small blushing berries crowning white mounds of delicious, rich cream.
Her misting eyes popped wide with amazement as she watched in mesmerized stupor her brother's hands descend to the perfectly formed breasts. The fingers tripped over her, teasing the nipples as they moved here and there, touching and caressing the smooth curving of the twin mounds. The way he smiled down at her was so ... so admiring ... so full of desire! Her lips parted more, her tongue flickering out to moisten them. And as his hands came back to mold her saucy breasts, Pamie couldn't hold back a sigh. The sigh turned into a gasp of pleasure when her brother squeezed her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, cupping and rotating the mounds of sensitive flesh, sliding her tits on her chest. Of their own volition, her hands came up to press down on the backs of his, making him hold her tits harder. Pamie was lost ... lost in a whirling and increasing sensation of forbidden ecstasy.
She no longer tried to control her emotions-it was impossible!
Wicked or not, she was no longer in control of her body.
"Harder!" she whispered urgently in a thick voice. "Make them harder! Ohhh ... Tony, please ... make my nipples harder!"
Pamie arched her back, wanting more pressure on the inflamed tits, wanting her brother-lover to shake and vibrate them. She shut her eyes and pushed up again, gratified with the way he let her rise and then forced her back to the lounge.
"Yes! Oh, God ... yes!" she hissed when he pinched her nipples, mocking their stiffness, making the swell of each mound more pronounced. Without thinking of what she was doing, her naked arms shot up and her hands found the back of his head. "Kiss them!" she panted. "Put your mouth on them! Ohhh ... ohhh, yes!" she gasped as his head bent to comply with her steaming desire, and a pair of warm lips closed around one rubbery nipple. "Ohhhh ... ahhhhh...." she crooned softly when her brother's tongue began lashing the turgid bud with a frenzy. "The other one! Tony ... suck the other nipple, too!" she demanded, tugging his head sideways and rolling her partially naked body to meet his mouth.
Pamie's body burned all over now. Every part of it ... every square inch of her ... demanded attention. She squirmed and twisted in delicious sexual excitement, writhing her swelling ass-cheeks against the chaise lounge as the sensations increased, her pussy soaking wet now. She clung tightly to the back of her brother's head, thrilling to the wonderful thing she was experiencing, the heavenly things he was doing to her.
Tony struggled up from her clasping hands, looking down into her passion-contorted face, seeing the need in her glassy eyes that stared sightlessly up at him. Even in her sexual hunger, she was one of the loveliest girls he had ever seen. She whimpered and tried to pull his head back to the quivering nipples once again.
"Wait, Pamie," he said softly, huskily, taking her hand in his. She did not resist when he pulled her to her feet, and she followed docilely behind him as he led her into the house, the top of her bikini left behind on the chaise lounge.
Tony sat his little sister down on the couch, then with a gentle pressure on her naked shoulders, pushed her back so that she was lying flat on her back, gazing with smoldering eyes up at him. Her hips writhed, although she was not aware of the movement. Her eyes were riveted on the bulging crotch of his pants, and she continued to stare in that one place as her brother quickly removed his clothing.
A soft gasp escaped her lips when Tony revealed his huge, swollen cock, and Pamie stared at the blunt, monstrous head, seeing a small bead of clear fluid sparkling at the tiny slit centered there. His balls hung low and heavy, almost surrounded by a thick mass of curling dark hair. She groaned as his hands reached for her, finding the tie strings of her bikini bottom. With a quick pull, her brother jerked the tiny triangle of cloth from her ... and Pamie lay in all her beautiful, vibrant nakedness before his hot eyes.
For a long moment, she lay in silent acceptance of his gazing adoration. She wanted him to look at her, to see the way the gun-metal mist of her cunt hair slightly concealed the pink, pulsating wetness of her pussy. Then, not thinking about it, she reached one small hand out, fingers wrapping around his strong prick. She began to move her small fist back and forth, thrilling to the power that throbbed beneath the tight skin. And as she jacked her brother's cock, he looked down at the dark-colored hair of her cunt, seeing the moist lips of her pussy quiver with anticipation. He placed a hand on the slightly swelling mound, running a finger down the hot slit slowly and gently. Pamie's hips jerked, then she arched high into the air, squealing with delight as his fingertips brushed over the highly sensitive clitoris peaking provocatively from the fleshy folds of her pussy.
"You want it, don't you, Pamie?" Tony said in a loud whisper. "You want me to fuck you ... fuck that little cunt, don't you?"
"Ohhhh ... God! I don't ... don't know!" Pamie groaned, her fist moving swifter on his swollen cock. "I ... Oh, yes! Yes, goddamn it ... I do! Oh, it's terrible ... wrong! We mustn't ... shouldn't ... but I can't help myself, Tony. I do ... Ohhhh, I do want you to do it to me! Now ... please, ohhhh, hurry ... hurry!"
As she gasped out the words, Pamie threw one slender thigh over the back of the couch, the other hanging from the cushions, thighs widely splayed and ready to receive him. Tony looked down at the wantonly exposed cunt of his sister, at the juices seeping from the hair-fringed lips. Without further conversation, he crawled onto the couch, kneeling between her widely stretched thighs. Pamie kept her grip on his palpitating cock, pulling him down toward the entrance of her boiling cunt, her ass-cheeks lifting from the cushions to meet the smoothly swollen head. Her eyes closed as she felt the tender pedals of her cunt open to the gentle pressure and ... and then ... Tony was pushing his thick cock into her cunt!
Ohhhhhh, he's doing it! her mind blazed. My own brother is doing it to me! He's ... he's fucking me! And ... and I love it! God ... it's so wrong ... so terrible ... horrible! But, Oh, I can't help it! Can't stop it for anything! I love it! I love it ... love it ... love it!
She felt her pussy lips stretching around the stiff invader as it probed deeper and deeper into her body, stretching her until she felt it would be impossible to take all of the massive prick. Yet, it was there ... almost fully into her clutching cunt.
Tony, with his cock now buried in the exquisite tightness of his sister's pussy, leaned forward and crushed her naked tits flat, his hands moving down her shaking sides, then underneath to palm her trembling ass-cheeks in each hand. He cupped the small roundness and lifted her hips yet higher, thrusting with mighty power until his hairy balls slapped against the smooth flesh of her upturned ass.
"Ohhhh ... do it ... harder!
Do ... it ... harder!" Pamie cried out as he plunged into her, her head twisting from side to side as the pleasure rippled like hot waves of insane lust through her naked body. Her own hands slid up and down his back, caressing him as she tried to buck and roll her pussy against his thick prick. She dug her sharp fingernails into his flesh, gouging furrows all the way down to his clenching buttocks. Cupping her brother's ass the way he was cupping hers, Pamie tried to pull him farther yet into her overstuffed pussy, mewling with the delicious delights that filled her very being.
"Ohhhh ... aaahhhh ... Tony, Tony! It's ... it's so good! Wonderful ... Ohhhh ... do it to me! Do it to me for a long, long time!"
Twisting and writhing, arching and squirming, Pamie matched her brother's thrusting motions with her own, instinctively fucking him with a hip-rolling movement, a slithering motion that she was unaware of. She had the strangest sensation that she could feel his cock all the way into her trembling stomach, and still she wanted more ... and more ... and more....
So different, she thought with some dark corner of her inflamed mind. So very different from last night! God ... this doesn't hurt ... not at all! This is great ... terrific ... tremendous ... the most wonderful thing! Ohhhhh ... it's heaven ... blissful heaven!
"Fuck!" Tony was murmuring in her ear. "Fuck me back! Oh, fuck me back, Pamie! Christ ... what a tight little cunt! You've got the tightest little pussy ever ... ahhhh, bounce your sweet ass ... fuck me, Pamie!"
"Yes ... yes ... yes!" Pamie whimpered, tossing her naked crotch high into the air, feeling his hairy groin bang down hard against her pussy, bruising the wet lips and she didn't care about the slight pain. "Ohhhh, Tony ... it's awful ... terrible ... we shouldn't ... shouldn't be doing this ... it's wrong! But ... but I can't help it! I love it so ... ohhhh, how I love this! Harder ... shove it in me harder!"
Pamie gyrated her hips, moving them from the waist down until her bottom was almost a blur of excited speed. She twisted and rotated as he plunged in and out of her intensely sensitive pussy, stretching the lips wider and probing into the darkest recesses of her teen-aged cunt. Nothing had ever felt this great to her before, and she wanted it to last and last and last. Every nerve of her body was attuned to his, ready to explode ... burst into a million blazing stars of exquisite, unbearable pleasure.
Her toes curled up as she strained her pussy against her brother's thrusting prick, accepting his brutal pounding and whimpering for more. She was aware of his slapping balls against her upturned ass, and she tried to slide one hand behind him to grip those loaded orbs in her excited palm, but found this impossible. Instead, she dug her fingers into the warm crevice of his ass and squeezed as hard as she could, pulling him down as she lifted her cunt up to suck in more of the hard, throbbing cock.
"Oh, fuck!" Tony groaned loudly. "I can't wait ... any ... longer! I'm going to come ... come in you, Pamie!"
"Yes!" she screamed. "Do that, Tony! Come inside me ... let me feel you spurt it inside me! Ohhhh ... come ... come off! Shoot your come in me! Come ... come...."
She felt his cock swell to greater dimensions inside her already overstretched cunt, the swollen head reaching deep into her body. His prick jerked once ... twice ... and then she felt her insides flooded with the thick, foamy semen as it gushed up from his balls. Again, Pamie squealed with delight, clutching him tightly against her mashed tits and hanging onto his ass-cheeks with gripping fingers. The jack-hammer squirts triggered her own release, her pussy convulsed, and every nerve of her naked body seemed to explode.
The spasms took control of her, and she shuddered and shook violently as her orgasm erupted time and again, causing her mind to go blank with the deliciousness that filled her in this intense climax ... the first ever created in her body by someone other than herself.
As the convulsions receded in her now sweat-soaked body, Pamie slumped in total exhaustion to the couch, sprawled and uncaring about her obscene exposure. She could not think about anything now, whether it had been right or wrong-not this minute, she couldn't. It had been good for her ... very intense and satisfying.
She didn't know how long she lay there before she felt a cool cloth being brushed over her soggy cunt. She looked up to see her brother cleaning her still tingling pussy, kneeling on the floor at her side. He wiped the damp cloth through her cunt hair, then over the smooth inner surfaces of her still open thighs. She shivered slightly as she felt him work the cloth around her pussy, and a deep sense of shame suddenly flooded her.
She threw an arm across her eyes so her brother couldn't see the shame and embarrassment she now felt. When he finished cleaning her, he leaned over and pressed his lips against her naked stomach, kissing her navel gently. At the touch of his mouth on her flesh, Pamie blushed furiously ... then revulsion at what she had done came over her.
What have I done? her mind accused. What have we done? Oh, it was ... wicked ... shameful! Why, it's ... it's incest!
As Tony dressed and left the house, he did not see his young sister lying in naked humiliation, sobbing her heart out in shame.
CHAPTER TWO
Pamie went through a few days of remorse, ashamed to face her brother and trying to stay out of the room when he was home. She couldn't look him in the eye; she was tormented by the desire to repeat their incestuous act, yet she knew it couldn't be. Her days were filled with passion-driven acts of self-stimulation, of locking herself in the bathroom and masturbating herself until her young cunt was almost raw. Her nights were haunted by restless dreams of having her brother screw her again and again, in all manner of positions and ways.
Becoming frightened of her growing desires to have her brother fuck her again, she tried to work off the burgeoning lusts through masturbation, sometimes as often as five and six times a day. She would enter the bathroom, where she would undress completely, and stand for long minutes staring at her naked body, wondering if any evidence of her shame was visible. Then, despite the degradation she felt, her hands would begin to roam about her body, caressing and feeling of her upturned tits and swelling, saucy little ass, eventually working around to the front of herself and plunging furiously into the sopping wetness of her forever steaming cunt. She would drive her finger deeply into the clasping hole of her pussy, slamming her small fist hard against the lips until they became bruised and swollen. It was as if she were trying to punish herself-punish her pussy-for what had happened. She would claw and rub and agitate her constantly tingling clitoris until it was raw and almost bleeding from her sharp nails. Yet nothing she did seemed to help. She still wanted her brother, wanted his cock buried in that ever greedy hole between her thighs.
During the day, when she had to go to school, she began to look at the various boys with a new light in her eyes. She found herself day-dreaming of what their concealed pricks would look like ... how they would compare to that magnificent cock of her brother's ... how they would feel in her hand ... in her cunt. Many times she would find herself staring directly at the crotch of a boy, only to flush violently with shame when one of them noticed her direct gaze, then snicker at her and jut their hips forward in a lewd gesture.
Once, when she was in the hallway of the school, she found herself gazing with heated passion at the bulge of a young boy's tight jeans, and was shocked by the perfect outline of it, but even more shocked when the boy suddenly cupped his prick and shoved his hips toward her, saying: "Like what you see, baby? Wouldn't you like to have a hunk of this slipped up you?"
Pamie had fled, face burning with shame, as the boy laughed lewdly behind her.
She knew of the whispers going on around her, about the way she stared at boys, but still she couldn't keep from looking. She was being propositioned frequently now, but not for a date as before. Now the propositions were obscene and suggestive.
Her grades began to slip, and she couldn't concentrate on her studies. Everything in her textbooks reminded her of sex, and specifically of prick. Her mind dwelled constantly on sex on her own genitals. She was called in by teacher after teacher, yet no matter how hard she tried to return to her former self, she found it impossible. Guilt seemed to have taken hold of her, yet she couldn't deny the pleasure she had received from her incestuous copulation with her brother-she could not deny that she wanted it again ... and again.
Finally, in desperation, she agreed to a date with Alex.
As usual, he took her to a drive-in movie, and when he began to cuddle and fondle her breasts as before, Pamie found herself becoming so intensely aroused, she surprised the boy-and herself-by eagerly unzipping his pants and hauling out his turgid prick. Immediately Alex left the movie and drove swiftly to their favorite parking place near the beach.
During the drive, Pamie wouldn't let go of his cock, maintaining her tight grip on it, fondling and stroking it, running her thumb over the smooth tip, feeling the warm, sticky beads of sperm that seeped up through the small piss-hole. Her pussy tingled and quivered and burned with the powerful, burgeoning need her brother had brought into being, and by the time they had finally parked, her panties were thoroughly soaked with the oozing juices of her forever steaming cunt.
"Jesus, Pamie," Alex whispered hoarsely when they had finally stopped the car. "I can't wait! It'll be better this time ... I promise. I couldn't help it last time, Pamie. You had me so fucking hot ... well, it just happened too goddamn fast!"
"Yes," Pamie whispered to the excited boy, shoving her lips against his as her hand continued its jacking motion on his straining prick. "It will be better, Alex ... so much better."
Her lips parted against his, and she snaked her tongue out to lick across his teeth. Alex opened his mouth and let her tongue slip in. He began a gentle suction on it as she fluttered it around inside his mouth from cheek to cheek. His hands moved to her tits as always, and a shiver of anticipation created a vibrant emotion that ran up and down her spine.
While Alex began lifting her sweater to free her tits, Pamie tugged at his belt, wanting the lovely hard cock to be absolutely free ... free to her eagerly feeling hands. The boy had trouble now with the hooks of her bra, and she had to leave his cock for a moment to remove the garment. "Take them all off, Alex," she moaned softly, urgently. "Take all of my clothes off ... let's do it naked."
Reluctantly, she kept her hands away from that swollen appendage jutting up from his lap as she eagerly stripped her body of the restraining clothing. Now, naked and lovely, glowing with passion and sexual excitement in the moonlight, she watched with hungry eyes as the boy tugged at his own clothing. The moon was full, and in the soft silvery light she could see the power of his prick, the heavy, hairy balls, and her pussy almost went into a delicious spasm then and there.
Naked now, Alex stared at the trembling, moaning girl.
"Christ, Pamie." His voice was thick with desire. "I've never seen you naked before! You're ... you're beautiful this way! What a pair of tits! Man ... I could eat on those sweet things for days on end!"
"Do it!" Pamie almost screamed at him, cupping her tits and lifting them up in succulent offering to his watering mouth. "Don't talk, Alex ... just do it! Suck my titties! Lick them ... chew the nipples! Do anything goddamn thing you want with me ... but don't just sit there and talk about it!"
Alex leaned forward, closing his warm lips around one rubbery nipple, his hand clasping and squeezing the other one. Immediately Pamie's hand went back to his throbbing cock, gripping it firmly and jacking her fist up and down in long strokes. She was seeping copiously from her cunt now, and it was not very long before she was writhing her naked ass in a puddle of sticky fluid ... but she didn't care-didn't give a damn. Nothing mattered now except the throbbing cock she held so firmly in her hand ... and the feeling of that roaring beast that paced back and forth in the pit of her stomach.
She sighed as the boy mouthed her sensitive tits, sucking and fluttering his tongue around the puckered areola. She reached forth with her free hand and cupped his loaded, hairy balls gently, rolling them in her palm as she continued her steady, tight jacking beat on the long shaft. Her newly awakened passions were increasing by leaps and bounds, and she could wait no longer.
"Now, Alex," she murmured. "Do it now! Come on, hurry up ... stick it in me now!"
She pulled from him, his mouth made a soft, moist plop as it left her rigid nipple. Without getting into the back seat of the car as before, she lay back until her head was cramped beneath the steering wheel. Without feeling the least bit ashamed, she spread her legs widely, parting them as far as she possibly could. The moonlight streaming in at the car window bathed her nakedness in vivid lewdness.
Alex gazed down at the hair-lined junction of her thighs, seeing the swollen, pouting lips of her cunt for the first time after many, many weeks of effort-after many nights of denial.
"Jesus ... you have a real pretty cunt," he said in fascinated awe. "So soft looking ... and all that curling dark hair!"
"Goddamn it!" Pamie exploded, twisting her naked ass on the seat of the car in frustration. "I said don't talk about it! Do it to me! Either you stick your ... cock ... in me, or ... or take me home! I mean it, Alex ... right now! Hurry ... hurry!"
The words were alien on her tongue, and Pamie shivered as she said them, feeling a thrill race through her veins at the sound of her own voice saying them.
"Jesus ... I've never heard you use those words before, Pamie," Alex said, his eyes widening as he continued to stare down at her. "You don't seem like the Pamie I know, somehow."
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Alex," Pamie said, arching her fuzzy cunt high into the air. "Now, goddamn you ... either you fuck me or take me home! Stop staring at me and do it! Come on ... which will it be? You've wanted to fuck me for a long time. You've wanted my pussy ever since we started going out. Well, here it is, Alex! Either fuck me or...."
"I will! I will!" he cried out, interrupting her. "It's just that ... well, shit, Pamie! You're so fucking beautiful-I've got to look at you ... at least look at that sweet cunt, for a minute."
"My pussy isn't a fucking picture!" she said harshly, becoming impatient. Her emotions were so aroused now that she unconsciously brushed a hand down her trembling stomach and began to caress the inflamed clitoris with one stroking finger. "My cunt is for fucking ... for getting a hard prick shoved into it! Now ... make your mind up-either look at it, or fuck it!"
"Hey, do you do that very much? I mean ... I didn't know girls finger-fucked their cunts. I thought boys were the only ones who jacked off."
"You stupid shit!" Pamie screamed at him now, her pretty face contorted with a mixture of lust and anger. "Of course girls finger themselves! But my pussy doesn't want to be finger-fucked! It wants to feel a hard prick go in it! Fuck me ... fuck me right now, you miserable bastard!"
Her other hand clawed at his cock, pulling him until she felt the swollen head brush at the moist, pulsating slit of her ever-excited orifice. Eagerly now, she rubbed the smooth head over the sensitive, exposed tip of her clitoris, trembling as the passion bubbled like a boiling cauldron inside her luscious body. "Ohhhh, nice ... very nice! Nice cock ... sweet prick ... fuck Pamie's hot pussy. Yes, you delicious hard thing you ... come on inside my tight little cunt ... fuck me ... fuck me and make me come! Ohhh ... I need it ... I need to come so terribly much!"
The sound of her own voice saying the words increased her lust, and she rubbed his prick harder against the lips and clitoris.
Then it happened.
"Oh, no ... no!" she whimpered, sobbing with frustration. "Oh, God ... not again ... please ... not now! God ... God, Alex, don't...." Alex, don't...."
But it was too late.
She felt his cock jerk in her hand, just as it had done before, and then the warm, viscous fluids splashed down on her pussy, coating her cunt hair and pulsating lips with his premature ejaculation. She ground her crotch at him, trying to stuff the squirting prick into her hungry slit, but it was no use. He had started to deflate now, grow soft even as the last jet of sperm flew forth to strike her belly button.
"Oh, you bastard! You dirty, rotten bastard!" Pamie wailed. "You motherfucking son of a bitch! You couldn't wait, could you? No ... you had to sit there on your ass and look at my pussy like it was the Mona Lisa or something and ... and come off before you had a chance to get it in me."
She struggled upright, sitting in the mess he had made, anger and frustration boiling inside her still naked body. She began to pull her clothing on, not caring how slippery her thighs were with his semen.
"Loverboy Alex!" she sneered at him. "The biggest cockhound on campus ... and he can't even get his cock in a girl! No, he has to sit on his dead ass and look at it like the idiot he is! Then what happens? He gets his nuts off before he can do a girl any good at all! Some fucking lover!"
"I ... I couldn't help it, Pamie," the boy said in humiliation. "It ... it's just that you're so fucking beautiful! Christ, any boy would come in his drawers ... just to get a look at that cute pussy of yours.'-'
"And that's just where you'll be coming from now on!" she snapped, pulling her sweater over her head. "In your fucking drawers! And it won't be because you get to look at my pussy, either! Go find some other girl ... some cunt who likes to get looked at between her legs. Go find some perverted cunt who'll enjoy that kind of thing. Go look up little girl's dresses and jack off! Now, you miserable bastard ... take me home!"
Stunned by her fury, Alex dressed and started the car. Pamie stayed far against the door, fuming with anger and sexual frustration. She ignored his pleadings and when he pulled up against the curb by her home, she started to get out. Alex reached out and grabbed hold of her upper arm.
"Pamie, I'm sorry," he said, and she thought he looked like a little boy at that moment-a little boy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Please ... won't you understand?"
"I understand plenty!" she snapped, her eyes blazing. "I understand you're nothing but a big zero ... a fucking pervert! A cocksucking pervert that gets his jollies by looking at a girl's snatch so he can get his fucking nuts off all over her!"
"Pamie, please listen to-"
"Please, my ass!" she said, still harsh, her eyes burning with disgust and fury. "I've told you, Alex ... never again. You've had your last fun, you're last feel, of this girl. But I'll tell you something-if you hadn't been So goddamn quick on the trigger, you would have enjoyed having me for your girl. You see, I have a hot pussy now ... a pussy that requires a lot of hard cock fucking! You have a nice cock, Alex. It's a shame it isn't any good for a girl. We could have really enjoyed ourselves. Now ... take your goddamn hand off my arm!"
"Pamie, I said I was-"
"Oh, go stuff it in your asshole!" she snapped, jerking away. She slammed the door hard, then ran up the walk to her house, tears flooding her eyes.
The following day, Pamie moved about the house in a trance. Her body was demanding satisfaction, and she had already fingered herself three times to orgasm. It had not even removed the edge from her growing hunger. She no longer tried to understand what was happening to her, but she had almost decided to seek out her brother, and to hell with whether it was wrong or not.
Wandering from room to room, she found herself alone in the huge house.
Pamie felt lonely ... unwanted ... unloved.
Finally, she lay down on her bed and drifted into a restless sleep. Her dreams were filled with many male organs, all of them hard and throbbing, drooling from the enormous heads. There were no faces attached to the organs, just the hairy testicles and huge cocks of nameless, faceless men-and even boys.
Suddenly, she awoke.
Sitting upright in bed, she stared around the room with wide, panic-stricken eyes, fully expecting to see the room filled with naked men, all teasing her horribly until she was babbling insanely with sexual desire.
Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, she stood up. It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. She wandered into the hallway, hoping her brother had returned.
I'll just walk right up to him, she thought. That's what I'll do ... walk right up to him and ... and just reach out ... take hold of his prick! Won't he be surprised, though! I know my brother won't let his little sister suffer like this. He enjoyed doing that-fucking, oh what a wonderful word-to me. Yes, he liked fucking me ... I know he did! Tony will let me play with his prick! He'll let me play with it ... then he will stick it inside my cunt ... and fuck me. Fuck me deliciously....
Pamie pressed her hand into her pussy as she walked down the hall, feeling the response of her clitoris. Ohhhhh ... that feels nice! Yes, Tony-my brother-will fuck me! He'll fuck me for a long time and make me come and come and come ... and keep on coming!
CHAPTER THREE
Lost in erotic thoughts, Pamie wandered into her parents' bedroom.
"Oh!" she said, startled to see her mother there. "I didn't know anyone was home."
"Oh ... hello, dear," her mother said, smiling at her lovely daughter. "I just came in a few moments ago. You were napping."
Pamie's mother had removed her clothing, all except a thin pair of lacy, sheer panties and a matching black bra. Pamie stared at her mother's figure, unable to pull her eyes from the jiggling mounds of her buttocks as she moved about the room, hanging her clothing up.
Golly, she thought, I never knew-realized-what a nice shape mother has! She's gorgeous ... absolutely gorgeous! I wonder if Daddy enjoys fucking her? Pamie blushed at the thought. What am I thinking of? Of course he enjoys fucking her ... else they wouldn't stay married, would they? Is my mother hot-blooded ... does she like getting fucked
... as much as I do? I wonder what Tony would think of her ... if he could see her like this? Would he think I'm as pretty as she is? I mean ... if he could see us both naked at the same time? Would Tony like to fuck Mother? Would he like her better than me?
Gazing at her mother with those thoughts swirling around in her mind, Pamie felt her body begin to tremble and shake, her skin crawling and prickling. She knew that her thoughts were the worst yet, the most evil ones she had ever had. But she could not keep from looking at the slender beauty of her mother's semi-naked body and wondering if her brother would prefer fucking their mother instead of her. The panties were so sheer, Pamie could easily see the crack between the swelling buttocks, and when her mother turned around, Pamie's eyes gazed at the triangular shadow of cunt hair.
"Why are you staring at me like that, darling?" her mother asked, smiling softly and lovingly at her daughter. She came close to Pamie, her tits swaying beneath the concealment of the lacy bra. She reached out a hand and touched Pamie's cheek with a cool palm. "Why ... you look a bit feverish, baby," she said, concern in her voice. "You're not coming down with something, are you?"
Pamie's eyes gazed at the billowing white flesh of her mother's hidden tits. I never realized they were so large. Why, they're actually huge! What would they look like ... naked? Would Tony like to suck on them? Would he rather suck Mother's tits than mine?
"No," she said aloud, trying to keep the quiver from her voice. "I'm all right, Mother."
Pamie couldn't understand what was happening to her. She became confused in her mind because ... because her body had responded to the gentle touch of her mother's hand on her cheek! When that cool palm caressed her, Pamie's reactions had been strong and violent. Her young pussy almost convulsed into orgasm! She felt her panties become moist and she had to turn quickly, to get out of her mother's room-out of her presence. Her tongue was thick and unwieldy in her mouth, her lips dry. She could feel the heat of her own body and it seemed to be trying to suffocate her.
Shaken to the core, not only by her wicked thoughts, but by the intense response of her genitals to a simple, motherly caress, Pamie went into the living room and lay down on the couch, stretching out and trying to fight against the insane fantasies that whirled like a foggy mist in her brain. She couldn't stop thinking how nice it would be to touch her mother's smooth, lovely flesh, to feel those huge tits beneath her hands and ... oh, dear God, to kiss them! Yes, to kiss those wonderful mounds ... suck them like a baby again ... stroke and fondle the nipples. My God, her mind blazed with sudden awareness, I want to ... to, ohhhh ... I must! I want to kiss her sweet titties of hers! Kiss her lips ... her mouth! This is crazy!
While her thoughts swirled in her brain, she could feel her pussy shifting and expanding with excitement. She knew her body, her cunt, was experiencing something different now ... she was going through a whole series of tiny, deliciously exquisite little orgasms!
And I called Alex a pervert! Why ... why, I'm more of a nasty person than he is!
Pamie squirmed her ass-cheeks on the couch, wishing her mother would leave the house again ... because she wanted to strip her inflamed body of all her clothing and run through the house absolutely naked, one finger digging hard into her cunt, the other squeezing her tits until they hurt her so terribly that the pacing beast deep in her stomach would fade into oblivion, never to return and torment her again. It was a crazy desire, she knew, because all she had to do was go to her own bedroom, or the bathroom, and in the secrecy behind a locked door, she could finger-fuck herself all she wanted. But she knew it wouldn't pacify that raging beast: she had tried too many times.
Pamie was so involved in her passionate delirium, she didn't see her mother enter the living room, fully dressed now. She did not know her mother was with her until she bent over and kissed the burning forehead. Then, at the touch of those soft, warm lips, Pamie's eyes opened and immediately she was staring at the creamy fullness of those huge tits, revealed by the low-cut dress. Pamie was amazed, because with the touch of those warm lips on her forehead and the sight of her mother's semi-naked tits, she experienced a tremendous climax, groaning aloud and squirming her ass-cheeks into the cushions of the couch.
"What's wrong, darling?" her mother asked, seeing the girl writhe as though in pain. She sat down on the edge of the cushions, looking down at her daughter's face. She lay a hand on Pamie's forehead, finding it very warm.
"Are you ill? We mustn't have my pretty baby coming down with a cold, now must we?" She bent and kissed Pamie's lips quickly, then straightened up and stared with open eyes at Pamie with a probing, quizzical expression.
She sat there for some time, just looking down into her daughter's face, and Pamie suddenly felt her mother could read her mind, knew what was wrong with her. She does ... I know she understands what is happening to me. Ohhh, God ... I must be insane! What must she think of me? Please, dear God ... why can't I control my nasty thoughts ... control my body ... my emotions? What is wrong with me?
She saw her mother shake her head slowly, as though she did understand. Then she heard the words her mother said: "Oh ... no! Baby, it can't be! Not you, too!"
Pamie didn't reply-she couldn't. Her tongue was too thick in her mouth. She was trembling violently and her mother could see the obvious shaking of her body, the hotness of her eyes, the depths of her secret thoughts. Again, her mother bent and kissed her once more on the mouth-quickly. Pamie watched as her mother stood up with the quizzical expression still on her face, and Pamie's eyes followed the slightly jiggling buttocks as she walked to the phone. She continued to look at her mother's tightly encased bottom as she dialed a number, then spoke, although Pamie couldn't hear what her mother was saying. The only words she caught were "sick baby". When her mother hung up, Pamie watched her walk back to the couch and realized that her mother had a very sexy way of throwing her pelvis forward as she moved. Once more her mother sat on the edge of the couch.
"Do you have any idea what is wrong with you, darling?"
Pamie shook her head, knowing she couldn't possibly tell her mother what she was feeling-how evil her thoughts were.
"Well ... I have an idea of what's wrong, dear," her mother smiled down softly. "You're a bundle of flames, baby ... and there's just one kind of cure for that type of fever."
Wide-eyed with surprise, Pamie watched her mother lean over her, those full, ripe lips pressing down against her own. This kiss was alive and crackling with electricity. Pamie moaned against her mother's lips, returning the kiss with passion, and when she felt the moist tongue probe against her lips, Pamie almost burst wide open with intense sexual heat. She could no longer control herself, her emotions-no matter about the consequences; she thew her arms around her mother, hugging her close, and began to suck furiously at the invading tongue. Her mother cuddled the trembling, frightened girl until their tits were smashed against each other, and Pamie melted into a mass of quivering flesh. She whimpered and squirmed her ass into the cushions, no longer able to separate the real from the unreal. To her, this was just an extension of her dreams. She shook and shuddered as her mother crooned to her, whispering that everything would be all right in just a few moments.
"My poor baby," her mother was saying. "My sweet, tormented little baby lamb. Mother understands ... mother will help her darling. I'll make the fire go out. Trust mother, darling."
Joyce Draper pulled her mouth away from the swollen lips of her daughter, sitting upright, gazing into the smoldering young eyes. Her full, red-tinged lips smiled knowingly, and Pamie felt her mother was pleased with her for some strange reason she did not understand.
"Don't you worry about a thing, darling," Joyce said softly. "These things happen to growing girls. I should have seen it coming. Now that I understand, well, I suppose we're going to have to do something about you. You know that, don't you, Pamie?"
Pamie was still unable to speak. Her vocal cords were frozen. She felt as if her body was on fire, and she was in agony. She shuddered again as her mother looked down at her. And again, Joyce took her daughter into her arms, but the manner in which she cuddled the smaller form only made it all the worse for the tortured girl. She shivered with terrific excitement when her mother's lips came back to hers, and she nibbled and sucked the moist, pink tongue when it slithered into her willing mouth. As she did so, she felt a soft hand sliding beneath her short skirt ... higher ... higher ... stopping at the soaked crotch of her nylon panties. She whimpered softly like a lost child into her mother's mouth as a finger wormed its way into the tight elastic leg-band. When the caressing, feeling finger probed at the wet strands of her cunt hair, Pamie jerked into rigidity. Joyce laughed softly against her daughter's mouth as she began gently and tenderly to manipulate the explosive little clitoris that jutted up from the folds of the pulsating slit. Immediately, Pamie was jolted into a violent spasm of orgasm and she almost sucked her mother's tongue down into her constricted throat. Joyce eased the trembling girl through the intensity of her convulsions with her finger and gentle kisses. Pamie's mind blazed with the sweetness and exhilaration that swept through her and she wanted her mother never to take that wonderful caressing finger away from her cunt-never! But Joyce did stop feeling and fondling the tiny, still inflamed bud, and instead took it between her forefinger and thumb, pinching it lightly, but firmly.
"That's where the fire is, darling," Joyce said, taking her mouth away and peering deep into the glassy, vacant eyes of her daughter. "Isn't it? Is this the little thing that's been causing you problems? Does it give you trouble, dear?"
Pamie nodded her head, too excited to speak. Joyce pulled her hand from beneath her daughter's panties and stood up, still looking down at the shaking girl, her eyes filled with sympathy, love, and understanding. Right then-at that exact moment-Pamie simply worshipped her mother. She smiled shyly as Joyce reached down and caressed a tear-stained cheek.
"Well ... I guess we'd better take care of the little problem, baby," Joyce said. "I don't want my little girl frustrated and tortured like this. Can you wait for just a moment ... until I get undressed?"
Again all Pamie could do was nod her head. She watched with wide-eyed wonderment, knowing what was going to happen. Her body was anticipating with hungry eagerness.
She had never been involved in a lesbian relationship. She had never so much as touched another girl between the thighs, nor had she ever wanted to do so. Even now, in her excitement, she wasn't so sure she would enjoy such a thing. Still, her body was demanding it ... and from what she could see, her mother was quite anxious to indulge in this wild, mad act with her.
Pamie knew, someplace in the dark recesses of her burning mind, that this was not going to be merely a lesbian relationship, but even more horrible to contemplate-an incestuous lesbian relationship! Yet, despite the horror of what was soon to take place, she shuddered with bursting excitement, her huge eyes filled with sexual rapture.
Joyce peeled out of her dress, and when she removed her lacy bra, and Pamie saw those two luscious tits fall free with rubbery, light-brown nipples already erect, she almost had herself another orgasm.
Her mother was watching Pamie's reaction closely, and Pamie knew she was pleased with the responses that flashed up at her. Why ... why, mother is delighted! her brain blazed. Mother is actually pleased with me! She wants to do this ... do it to me! Her own daughter yet! But ... what about me? What do I want? Do I want this to happen? Oh, dear God ... yes! I do ... I do ... I do! I can't resist. My body ... my pussy ... everything tells me I must do it ... everything tells me except my mind! Oh, fuck my mind! I must do it ... let her do this to me ... whatever she wants from me ... I'll ... I'll do it!
Eyes brimming with passion, she watched her mother complete her undressing, watched as she rolled her nylons down, then removed her skirt. Joyce stood before Pamie, wearing nothing now but that pair of sheer, bikini-type black panties.
Mother's ass is lovely, Pamie thought, gazing at the full roundness. It's simply adorable!
She continued to watch as her mother slipped the thin panties over her flaring hips, then kicked them from her feet. Pamie received a tremendous sensation of pleasure when her mother turned to face her, totally naked now. Her big eyes moved hotly down from the huge, perfectly formed tits, over the slightly rounded stomach to the thick mass of silken cunt hair that dipped between her mother's full, shapely thighs. Pamie had the thought that the long dark strands seemed trying to hide in shyness from her bold gaze. Her mother's cunt hair was very thick, very curly, shining in the sunlight that streamed through the large window.
Joyce smiled down at her staring daughter: a tender, loving smile. Then she knelt beside the couch and began to unbutton Pamie's blouse. Pamie lifted her shoulders from the couch to let her mother slip the garment from her arms, then her bra was removed. She could read the delighted excitement in her mother's eyes as her pert, upstanding tits were revealed.
But Joyce didn't pause to drink in the saucy beauty of the berry-tipped mounds of succulent flesh. She removed the remainder of Pamie's clothing swiftly and expertly, then knelt there for a few moments, gazing at the nakedness of her fifteen-year-old daughter. Pamie was fully aware of the meaning on her mother's face, and the passion she saw in the warm eyes. Joyce's face was glowing with as much sexual excitement as her daughter's.
Now, with both mother and daughter naked, Joyce went to the window as though she had just thought about it, and pulled the drapes, blocking out the sunlight but creating a soft illumination in the living room. Then, coming back to her waiting, anticipating daughter, she slid down beside her. Joyce didn't waste any more time now. She began to kiss and pet the smooth flesh of the shivering girl, her hands seemingly everywhere at the same time. Pamie could not control the whimperings of lust and soft murmurs that dripped from her throat, and she purred like a contented kitten.
"Shush, darling," Joyce whispered into the ear of her daughter, probing at it with a hot, moist tongue. "Be quiet and let Mother take care of you."
But Pamie couldn't be shushed. "Ohhh ... aaahhh ... mmmmmm...."
Joyce ran a hand over her daughter's swelling, pointing nipples, fondling and feeling them until the buds were standing harder than Pamie imagined possible. Joyce moved her face over the sweet flesh, her tongue trailing a searing pattern across the smooth skin. Gently, Joyce sucked first one delicious little nipple into her mouth, then the other, warmly and wetly, making them stand tall and proud and firm. Pamie twisted in erotic bliss, squirming with the exquisite, yet agonizing, pleasure. She felt her mother's lips move from her nipples, her tongue sliding down ... down ... until Joyce was kissing the flat, quivering plane of her stomach, brushing with her tongue at the fevered navel. Pamie was in a sudden inexorable ecstasy and her mind was no longer lucid. She couldn't think ... couldn't do anything ... except react with violent shudders and luscious, tingling pleasure at what her mother was doing to her ... what she was creating inside Pamie's naked, receptive body. Then, Pamie felt her mother's lips brush across the silken triangle that failed in its attempt to conceal the moist, always tingling cunt; the hot breath was like a torch that seared her flesh. Pamie's body tossed and bucked as her mother's lips began to kiss at her widely-spread, smooth inner thighs ... kiss at the very tops ... close to the pulsating slit, tongue fluttering around the pronounced tendons in her crotch ... higher ... higher ... almost there ... almost at her hungry, steaming, yearning pussy.
"Ohhhh ... yes ... yes! Please, Mother...." Pamie couldn't hold back the words now. She whimpered and threw her legs wider apart, mindlessly arching the dripping pussy up into the air and toward her mother's mouth. "Do that! Ohhhh ... God! Oh my dear God! Ahhhh ... that's nice ... that's wonderful ... ohhhh, yes, yes, yes!"
Joyce traced a wet trail up one slender thigh, circling moistly until her face was tight into the hair-lined cunt of her squirming daughter. She pressed her lips against the soggy pussy, kissing loudly and liquidly, sucking at the tender cunt lips. She slipped her hands around the small hips, clutching each tight ass-cheek in her palms, snaking her tongue out to lick the full length of the slippery crack, then pulled her hands from her daughter's ass to use her thumbs to part the cunt and expose the sensitive clitoris to her gobbling mouth. Running her tongue out, Joyce fluttered the tip of it like a butterfly over her daughter's clitoris. Finally, she closed her lips around it, nibbling and sucking forcefully as her tongue continued to agitate the bud.
Pamie couldn't remain calm and motionless. Her bottom, of its own volition, went into a wild, gyrating dance of lust. She grabbed the back of her mother's head, crushing the face down hard into her cunt.
"Ohhh, yes!" Pamie cried out, gazing through blurring eyes, peering between the white valley of her tits and into her mother's eyes, the hot eyes that stared up past her body back at her. "Ohhhh ... Mother! Oh ... oh ... oh! My God ... yes! Yes!"
Her mother's cheeks were surrounded by the dark, moist hairs that framed Pamie's delicate cunt, and her nose was pressed hard against the slight bulge, her tongue thrusting and withdrawing, only to flick out and upward on alternating strokes to swirl furiously around the explosive clitoris, then return to plunge deeply into the warm, clinging depths of her cunt. Time and again, Joyce jabbed her tongue between the tight lips of Pamie's pussy, probing for each nerve hidden there, seeking out the cauldron that boiled and bubbled merrily inside her daughter's pussy hole.
Joyce's eyes smiled with a mixture of passion and love up over the smooth body and between the now gripping thighs of her daughter. She slid her hands up the shaking nakedness, then cupped each firm tit, squeezing them, making certain that her tongue was either stabbing into the steaming hole or licking over the sensitive clitoris. Her fingers pinched the nipples, teased them ... rolled them ... twisted them.
Now, with the sensation of extreme pleasure creating a turmoil in her mind and body, Pamie was rocking and tossing her compact, clenching ass in circles, banging back and forth against her mother's sucking mouth. Her motion was so frenzied that at times the mouth and cunt became disconnected, and loud slurping noises would then be heard. Finally, in desperation to keep her mouth and tongue on the sweetly scented cunt, Joyce slipped her hands back down underneath the whirling ass. She gripped the cheeks in her palms, squeezing hard, fingers digging into the warm crack. Pamie felt and watched her mother lift her hair-fringed cunt into the air, bending her until she was almost double and her knees against her tits. Now her mother's face was inches above her own, and she could actually see-very clearly-the way her mother's tongue went in and out of her cunt and the way she was being sucked and licked with that ever so wonderful oral appendage.
With a glazed stare, her mouth slack, Pamie murmured like a lost puppy, mewling with delight as her body was ravished by the greedy tongue and sucking lips.
"Ohhh ... ohhhh...." Pamie groaned, her mouth no longer slack. "It's about to ... to happen! Ohhhh ... you're going to make me ... make ... come! Mother ... oh, God, Mother! I'm going to come! I can't stand it ... can't hold it back! It's just too ... too good! I've never ... felt anything so ... good! Not ever ... ever ... ohhh ... there, there! Up ... uh ... uh! Aaaiiieeeee!"
Pamie's naked pussy jerked, her spine almost snapping as she wrapped her thighs around her mother's head, closing the inner surfaces tightly about the slavering, devouring face, almost choking the breath from the pussy-licking woman.
Sucking at the small clitoris of her daughter with hurricane speed, Joyce's eyes glittered with moist passion as she she saw her daughter's face contort into a mask of lust-filled effort, then found her mouth filling with a great, copious flow of slippery secretions as Pamie went into climax. She pulled her tongue from the exploding clitoris and stabbed it time and again into the clenching, clinging lips of the spasming pussy, screwing it in and out like a small cock. The smooth muscles in Pamie's cunt and stomach rippled as her nerve endings erupted, and she was almost beside herself as the delicious orgasm flowed hotly throughout her entire body.
As the spasm slackened, Joyce let her daughter's ass down to the couch cushions gently, being very tender with the still shaking girl. She kept her tongue playing around the slippery, hair-lined lips of Pamie's cunt as the exquisite climax began to recede. When she knew for certain that it was finally over, she lifted her smeared face and smiled down at the languorous young girl, who was slumped in exhaustion now.
She saw the resilient tits still quivering from the tremendous power of the orgasm the girl-child had experienced, and the pink bud of her tender, well-licked clitoris appeared angry red from the lashing it had received. Pamie's soft, dark pussy hair was matted with a mixture of her own secretions and her mother's hot saliva.
Joyce sat back, watching her naked daughter until she regained a semblance of normalcy, then, as Pamie struggled to a sitting position, pulling her pretty legs beneath her, she leaned over and kissed Pamie's mouth once. It was not a passion-filled kiss as before, but a gentle, motherly kiss.
Pamie started crying.
"Why, you poor, poor baby," Joyce crooned, cuddling her daughter to her naked breasts. "What's wrong now, darling? Wasn't it good for you? Didn't you enjoy the way I did that for you?"
"Oh, Mother!" Pamie wailed, sobbing against her mother's breasts, letting the tears run down her cheeks with shame and humiliation. "Why? Why did this happen? What is wrong with me? Am I a monster ... a horrible, nasty girl?"
"Of course you aren't, darling," Joyce said, stroking the smooth back. "You aren't a monster, nor a nasty little girl. You are my sweet baby lamb, and you needed something done for you-to you. Something that would bring you peace of mind and body, especially body. I saw it ... and did it, that's all there is to it."
"But ... but you're my mother!" Pamie wailed in shame.
"All the more reason for me to help you, dear," Joyce said, cupping Pamie's chin and lifting her face. She looked down into the stricken, tear-filled eyes. "There isn't anything to be ashamed of, baby. This can be our little secret, if you wish."
Pamie sobbed harder, but finally brought herself under control. Her whole naked body was tinged pink with shame, and now she was unable to look her mother directly in the eye. She stared down into her lap, where her hands were twisting nervously.
"I know how you feel, Pamie," Joyce said softly. "I mean ... I know how you feel right now-this minute. But believe me, it won't last. You'll see, in a few days you'll feel better about it. And, of course, I'm sure you will need ... something ... again. Now, you must promise me, if the fire starts again, you come and tell mother about it. Let me take care of my baby, Pamie."
Numbly, Pamie nodded her head.
Joyce got to her feet and began to pick up her scattered clothing. "You'd better get dressed now, darling. Your father will be home shortly, and if you feel ashamed of what we just did, well, it wouldn't do for him to see you nice and naked, would it?"
Pamie glanced at her mother now, seeing the twin mounds of her ass-cheeks spread slightly as she bent over to slip her foot into the black panties. Again she was struck by the beauty of her mother's body. Such an adorable bottom ... adorable ass! she thought. Tony would absolutely love that cute ass of Mother's. Would he do it to her ... would Tony fuck mother? Would he lick her pussy ... the way she just did mine? Ohhh ... I bet he would! If he saw her now, with her cunt naked! I mean ... if he had the chance at it. Would Tony lick me down there, too? Ohhhh ... wouldn't that be nice if he would!
Then another thought came to her as she watched her mother snap the elastic waistband of her panties about her hips.
"M-mother ... what about you?" she stammered, her face getting pinker, growing warm with embarrassment as she voiced her thoughts. "I mean ... didn't doing that to me ... didn't it bother you?"
Her mother laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Of course it did. I'm human, too, you know. Certainly it bothered me, and I was sort of hoping ... Oh, well, it doesn't matter, darling." She faced her still naked daughter. Her hand went to the leg-band of her panties, and she tugged the crotch away from her thickly-haired cunt. "I'll get this thing of mine taken care of later. And, baby ... I'll need it after that!"
Pamie's eyes popped wide as her mother slipped a finger right up into her own pussy, stabbing it in and out a few times before withdrawing it. The finger was coated with glistening juices, and Joyce wiped it on the front of her panties, then continued dressing.
"Don't you think you'd better get your clothes on, Pamie?"
Taking her eyes from the half-dressed woman, Pamie gathered up her clothing and fled down the hallway to the safety of her bedroom. Joyce watched the slender girl run, smiling at the saucy, delicious way the tight little ass-cheeks jiggled and bounced delightfully. She sighed heavily as her daughter disappeared, then went to the mirror and peered at her reflection. She used a tissue to cleanse the drying secretions of Pamie's cunt from her face, then applied a new coating of lipstick to her sensual lips. Patting her hair into place, she left the house quietly-
Pamie, in her bedroom, overcome with remorse and shame at what she had done with her mother, threw herself across the bed without dressing. First my own brother did it to me, now my mother. It must show on me ... I must look like a nasty girl!
Sobbing heartbrokenly, Pamie buried her face into the pillow, crying with shame and torment.
CHAPTER FOUR
Pamie awakened to find her room dark.
A slight chill caused her to shiver, and she pulled the sheet up over her nude body, drawing her knees up as though she were trying to return to a fetal state. She was deeply troubled by the things that had happened to her ... the things her brother and mother had done to her-with her. But most of all, she was bothered by the growing demands of her body. This she could not comprehend.
Pamie knew girls growing into womanhood had sexual desires-she had them many times herself-but were other girls experiencing them as much as she? Pamie didn't know ... wasn't sure. All she knew was that her own body was becoming a stranger to her.
I must talk with someone ... a doctor, maybe. No! I couldn't possibly tell such things to a strange person. I'd die of shame. But ... who?
"Hi, sweetheart," she heard the voice in the doorway.
Pamie turned her head, and her eyes widened to see the huge figure of her father standing there. She clutched the sheet with both hands, pulling it higher and tucking it beneath her chin. She began to tremble. She stared at her father with fear-stricken eyes like a tormented child as he approached the bed. She felt the mattress sag as he sat down on the edge.
"Your mother tells me something is bothering you." He looked down at the frightened face, concern and affection in his voice.
"N-no ... nothing is b-bothering me," she stammered, wondering why she was afraid of this huge man: the man she had loved since the day she was born. I have no reason to be afraid of Daddy, for goodness sakes! she thought, yet she could feel the panic coming over her.
"Well, she thinks so," her father said. "She wanted me to talk to you about it."
"P-please, Daddy ... I just want to be left alone."
"Hey, this isn't my little girl!" Wendell reached out to touch her small, shaking shoulder, only to pull his hand back when she cringed from him.
"Pamie," he said in as soft a voice as he could, "there is something bothering you, isn't there? Why, you're actually afraid of me! Why, sweetheart? Why are you afraid of me ... your father?"
Pamie didn't say anything, but continued to stare over the sheet at him with her huge eyes. She wanted him to leave ... to go away from her.
"Tell you what, Pamie," he said. "Since we seem to be the only ones home tonight, what say we get all dolled up and go out for dinner? That would put some life back in you. Come on, sweetheart, how about a date with the old man, huh?"
She saw him smile, and she was ashamed of herself. This is silly, she thought. Daddy wouldn't hurt me ... why be afraid of Daddy? And he's asking me for a date! Oh, I love Daddy so much! And it would be just like I was a grown-up ... having a date with a grown-up man, not some stupid kid like Alex. Yes ... it would be fun.
Now, she smiled at him, pulling the sheet down just a bit. Her eyes, red from crying, seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the moon that came through the open window.
"Yes ... oh, that would be fun, wouldn't it, Daddy? A real date with my Daddy!"
"That's more like my girl," Wendell said happily. He slapped her on the sheet-covered hip, then stood up. "You get into your prettiest dress, and I'll make our reservations at the best eating place in this town. Why, all those old goats will envy me, being out with such a beautiful girl."
Pamie giggled as her father left the room. Eager now, she threw the sheet from her body and got out of bed. She rummaged in her closet and dresser, choosing the clothing she would wear. Her spirits soared until she was bubbling like the teen-ager she was, vibrant and alive once more. Dressed in a pretty outfit with a wide, flaring skirt, she appraised herself in the full-length mirror.
I am pretty, she thought. But is the dress cut too low? No ... after all, I'm going on a grown-up date ... and a grown-up girl wears dresses like this. Maybe Daddy will think I'm shameless. No ... not my Daddy! I have to look very pretty for him, don't I?
Feeling very beautiful and happy, Pamie went to the living room where her father was waiting. He smiled his approval and Pamie glowed with happiness. She made a pirouette for him, the skirt swirling up to reveal her long, tanned thighs. Then she stood facing him again, her hands clasped before her, eyes cast down shyly, waiting for his remarks.
"Oh, Daddy," she murmured, blushing. "I'm just a girl ... all girls are pretty."
"Sure, all girls are pretty," he agreed. "But not as pretty as my little girl. Why, you'll have those men drooling, and the women will turn green with envy."
"Oh, Daddy!" She flushed again, making her seem even more beautiful to him. He held out his arms, and she crooked her elbow through his. They left the house and Wendell opened the door for her, and again he opened the door of the car.
My, she thought gaily, Daddy is a gentleman ... not like Alex, who always makes me open my own doors. And Daddy is so handsome ... like a movie star. Oh, I'm so happy to be his date!
Pamie snuggled closely to him, hugging his arm to her breasts as he drove them across town. When he pulled into the underground parking area of the huge, expensive hotel, she thought she was the happiest girl on earth. Wendell opened the door for her, and Pamie slid from the car, hardly noticing the way her full skirt rode high on her golden thighs. She took his arm and he led her to the bank of elevators.
The ride up was swift, and when the elevator doors opened, Pamie was pleasantly surprised to find a lovely young girl standing there, waiting to show them to their table. They followed the girl into the dim interior of the dining room, and Pamie was again surprised when the girl held her chair for her.
She looked around the small crowd of diners, bubbling with excitement to be in such a place. "Oh, Daddy," she whispered in awe. "We can see all over town!"
Wendell smiled at his childishly excited daughter. "Nothing but the best for my date. Now, what would you like to have?"
Pamie scanned the big menu. "Oh, I can't make up my mind! Everything looks so scrumptious ... and so expensive!"
"Well, how does lobster sound? And a bottle of champagne?"
"Should we? I mean ... will they let me have champagne? I'm awfully young, you know, and I...."
"Too young!" he said, making a theatrical expression of shock. "Not my little girl! Never ... we shall dine on lobster and enjoy the best champagne in the house!"
Pamie giggled, and listened to her father place the order. She was delighted when the wine steward accepted the order for champagne without comment.
The meal was delicious, and when she sipped at the sparkling wine, her nose crinkled as the bubbles tickled her. She ate until she thought she would be unable to take another bite, but when her father offered her another glass of champagne, she readily and eagerly accepted. She enjoyed the fine taste and the warm feeling it gave her, and she felt very relaxed-more relaxed than she had felt in days.
"Having fun, sweetheart?" Wendell asked, leaning over close to her.
"Oh, yes! I'm having a wonderful time, Daddy," she said, and offered her cheek for his kiss. She blushed as she noticed an elderly man and woman smiling at them.
"Look, Daddy ... those two think I'm your girlfriend."
"Well, aren't you?" he teased.
"Oh, yes ... yes I am, Daddy!"
"Well then, if you're going to be my girlfriend, I suppose we'll have to do this more often, won't we?"
"Could we? Would it be all right. I mean ... won't Mother...." she blushed suddenly, remembering the afternoon and what she and her mother had done together.
"Would your mother be mad?" he asked. "No ... not at all. Why, I should think Joyce would enjoy seeing us have fun, don't you? After all, not every father has such a beautiful daughter. I enjoy showing you off."
Feeling giddy, she sipped the wine, then on impulse leaned over and kissed her father on the cheek. As the waiter cleared their table of empty dishes, Wendell poured the last of the champagne into her glass, then held his up in a toast. "To my sweet little girl, may she always be as happy as she is now."
"Oh, I am happy!" she squealed, squirming her small buttocks on the chair. "I have the most handsome, considerate Daddy in the whole world!" She drank the bubbling liquid, then suddenly finished it off in a huge gulp.
Pamie watched her father place some bills on the small tray, and wondered why she couldn't quite focus her eyes. There was a deliciously warm tingling in her body, and her legs felt nice and warm, almost rubbery. She was unaware of the wide smile that curved her full, naturally pink lips. She was just too giddy and happy to think of such things. She stood up, weaving slightly and grasped her father's arm for support.
"Steady, there," he said, wrapping his arm about her shoulders.
When they reached the car in the basement parking area, she had no idea how they got there. When her father opened the door, Pamie almost fell into the seat, giggling foolishly. When Wendell crawled behind the wheel, she snuggled closely against him, leaning her head on his broad shoulder as dizziness came over her. "I feel so woozy," she said. "But it's such a nice feeling."
Wendell chuckled, patting her bare thigh. When they pulled into the street, Pamie began to sing softly, humming and crooning. She was unconscious of the slight stroking her own hand was doing on his thigh, and when she wriggled her ass on the seat, that, too, felt good to her. She was totally happy, and she glowed with a most pleasant sensation. She even enjoyed the slight throbbing of her pussy, not caring that the crotch of her panties was beginning to moisten again.
Her hand moved up and down her father's thigh of its own volition, and when she finally realized what she was doing, she stared down at it with amazement, wondering how her hand happened to be there and why she didn't seem to have control over it. In the light from the dashboard, she watched in mesmerized fascination as it moved higher on the muscular thigh. She saw her fingers come dangerously close to his crotch, yet she couldn't stop her hand.
Why, my hand is moving by itself, she thought. Moving as if it had a mind of its own. But that's silly ... how can a hand have a mind? Still, it seems that mine certainly does. Why ... why, that's Daddy's cock there! That little lump is my daddy's prick! I wonder ... is it as big as my brother's? Why is my hand sliding so close to it? I can't seem to make it turn back ... can't control my fingers at all. They want to ... to feel my Daddy's prick!
With unfocused eyes, Pamie watched her fingertips brush across the slight bulge of her father's cock. She tried to pull her fingers away, tried very hard to make them obey the signals from her brain, but they would not respond to her mental commands. With terror-stricken eyes now, she saw her fingers stroke the outline of his prick, move over it and caress it, and her father made no move to show he was even aware of what she was doing. She traced a fingertip down one side of his cock, past the head and onto the other side, then down to his crotch. Was that his prick? Did I feel Daddy's prick jerk? Yes ... Daddy's cock jerked under my hand! Ohhhh ... it's getting hard ... swelling up! Daddy's prick is beginning to get up hard ... I can feel it ... see it ... getting stronger ... thicker ... bigger! Ohhh, it's lovely! Daddy wants to fuck! I know my Daddy wants to fuck!
Mesmerized by what her hand was doing, Pamie sighed deeply, her foggy mind trying to control her wicked, stroking hand. She watched as her fingers caressed and felt the full length of the swelling prick, and terrified by what she was doing, began to pant heavily as her sexual juices began to flow heavily between her tightly pressed thighs.
They were approaching their home now, but Pamie was not aware of this. Her fingers had wrapped themselves somehow around the now fully extended and firmly expanded cock of her father ... and she could not stop them. She felt the car rock gently as it stopped in the driveway, but she still could not pull her hand from his fascinating organ. They sat there for a few moments, then she watched her father's hand come down on her thigh ... down on the bare portion where her skirt had ridden high. It seemed as though she were outside herself, standing off in the distance and watching what her hand was doing ... seeing her father's hand feel her warm thigh flesh, pulling the skirt higher until his palm rested on the smoothness of her flesh almost all the way up between her legs. She could feel a burning sensation in her pussy now, and she squirmed her ass-cheeks hard against the seat.
Still as though from a distance, she watched her father's hand move higher on her naked thigh, then she felt his fingers at the thin nylon of her panties. A moan came from her, and she turned her face up to look into his eyes. Unable to resist her emotions, she felt his lips pressing down against hers, and helplessly, she shot her tongue deeply into his mouth. Wendell sucked gently on her moist, sweet-tasting tongue at first, then harder as her hand began to squeeze and stroke firmly on his cock. Kissing her, his hand felt around the crotch-band of her panties, finding them soaked with her steaming moisture.
"No!" Pamie suddenly jerked from him as stark awareness of what was happening flared into her misty brain. "No, Daddy! Don't...." She pulled her hand quickly from his throbbing prick and gripped his wrist underneath her dress. She shoved his hand away and threw the door of the car open. Running blindly to the house, she found it was locked, and she stood there, feeling more ashamed and humiliated than ever.
Pamie did not look at her father as he unlocked the door, turning on the lights as they entered. Slowly, with confusion running through her numb brain, Pamie walked on shaking legs to the couch and sat down. She cast her eyes into her lap, watching her wicked and uncontrollable hands twist in a nervous reaction to what she had almost done with her father.
It was my fault, she accused herself. It was all my fault. Oh,, dear God! I touched him first ... I must be an ungrateful little slut ... Daddy has been so wonderful to me, and how do I repay him? By grabbing him by the goddamn cock, that's how! What must he think of me now? Certainly I'm not his sweet little girl any longer!
She heard the soft music and looked up. Her father was standing near the built-in bar, sipping a whiskey and looking at her, puzzled. Pamie flushed in shame and guilt.
"I ... I...." she stammered. "Please, Daddy, I'm...."
"Sorry?" he finished for her. "There isn't anything to be sorry about, sweetheart. You were feeling happy, that's all. Come on ... it was an accident. Let's forget about it ... want to dance?"
He came to her, holding her hands out. She didn't want to dance with him ... didn't want to touch him, be close to him. Because she was afraid of her own emotions now. Afraid that she would be unable to control herself again, the way it had been in the car. Her father reached into her lap, taking hold of her hands, pulling her to her feet. She trembled as his arms wrapped around her, and then she was dancing with him. It was a slow, lazy sort of dance, unlike the frenzied, body-twisting kind she had been used to. She felt her body pressed close to his as he moved her around the room with practiced steps.
Knowing she was helpless, she leaned her weight into him, laying her cheek against his broad chest, and wrapped her arms around his neck. It felt nice to be held this way by her Daddy. It was warm and comfortable ... a secure feeling. Her legs moved between his, or his went between hers. She felt the responding quiver of her cunt as his thigh brushed it. A new pressure came to her now, and she realized it was his prick, swollen again and pressing at her stomach. Despite what her mind told her, Pamie's body responded deliciously to the hard throb of that big thing against her flesh. Her pussy began to vibrate like a tuning fork with desire, and she was powerless to control it. The nipples of her firm, saucy tits grew stiff and seemed to burn holes in her father's chest.
Wendell made a low dip as the music ended, and his thigh pressed hard against her inflamed cunt, rubbing it and causing Pamie to tingle with excitement.
As the slow music stopped, they stood in the center of the floor, pressed tightly together. Pamie's pelvis arched forward as the delicious thrills shot through her. She could feel her father's cock throb with magnificent power between their clothing, and her ass-cheeks clenched tightly with apprehension.
She moaned inwardly when she felt her father's hands move down her back ... feeling of her ... then they were cupping each cheek of her small ass. He pulled her closer ... tighter ... squeezing her ass-cheeks as he pressed his fully enlarged cock against her stomach. Pamie was melting quickly, dissolving into a quivering mass of inflamed flesh. She whimpered with the wonderful sensations of pleasure coursing through her veins and nerves, thrilling to the way her father's hands kneaded and fondled her bottom. He pulled at her ass-cheeks, spreading them beneath her dress, only to press them tightly together again. He rolled the firm flesh about ... fingers digging ... palms burning ... and he was kissing her throat ... squeezing ... molding ... probing ... fondling ... kissing ... feeling....
"No!" Pamie cried out suddenly, shoving her father away. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she turned from him, running to her bedroom and flinging her tormented, betraying body onto her bed, trying desperately to fight off the unwanted, forbidden desires.
She heard her father enter her room, and she buried her face tighter into the pillow. She wanted to scream for him to get out ... to leave her alone in this misery, but she couldn't get her voice to work. She jerked when she felt his hand lightly on the small of her back, and she couldn't control the violent shiver when he leaned down close.
"Sweetheart," he whispered into her ear. "Don't feel ashamed. Please, Pamie. These things happen sometime. You mustn't be ashamed of your emotions."
Pamie knew what she must do then. She struggled to control her sobbing, then she started to speak in a low, almost inaudible voice. "D-daddy, you just don't know. I'm a bad girl! I've done ... I've done nasty things! I let Alex do ... he did it to me, Daddy!" she wailed in a lost, tortured voice.
"There, there," Wendell soothed, rubbing her back slowly with gentle hands. "You don't have to say anything, sweetheart."
"Oh, but I do, Daddy!" She twisted around until she was looking up at him with tear-flooded eyes. It seemed to Pamie that she had done nothing but cry since that night with Alex. "I have to tell you what a ... deceitful, nasty little girl I am. You must understand, Daddy!"
"No, you are not a nasty little girl. You're my sweet little angel ... and you always will be, no matter what."
"Please ... you have to understand what I'm trying to tell you," she sobbed. "It wasn't just Alex. It was ... was ... Oh, God! I'm so terrible!"
"Don't talk about it, Pamie, if it hurts you so much."
"I have to talk about it, Daddy. Please ... understand why I have to tell someone-tell you. It will explain what ... what I did tonight. You see, Daddy, Alex did it to me and ... and I let him! Not once, but he did it to me twice! And then ... then ... I let ... it was Tony! Tony and ... and M-mother...." She broke out into deep, heart-wrenching sobs.
Wendell stretched out beside his tormented daughter, caressing her and trying to sooth the tremors of her guilt-ridden body. After a time, she quieted down, and was horrified to find she was responding once more to the stimulating touch of his hands. Despite the deep sense of shame that flooded her, Pamie was unable to control her betraying body. Her sobs turned to whimpers as his hands started to caress and fondle her tits beneath the dress.
The hot passion was so overwhelming, she could not resist moving her arms out to wrap around her father's neck, pulling his face down to hers. When his lips touched her mouth, she darted her tongue out, licking and stabbing at his teeth, his tongue, then inside his mouth. She squirmed beneath his hands, thrilling to the gentle but insistent pressure his lips made around her tongue, and the suction he was applying. She shivered when he left her tits and began tracing down her trembling stomach ... and she felt her skirt being lifted ... pulled up ... until it was high around her hips. She knew her thighs and panties were now exposed, but she hugged him tighter yet and moaned into his mouth.
She felt his palm descend on her panties, and her hips arched upward of their own volition to press against his hand. She felt his fingers curl between her thighs until he was cupping her covered cunt, then his fingers began to stroke the pulsating slit through her panties. Pamie responded with a fervor totally alien to her. It was unlike the hand of her brother-or her mother. This was a new kind of caress ... different ... and those fingers aroused a deeper sense of need inside her.
Now Pamie was sucking on her father's tongue as his hand moved up and down, from the elastic waist of her panties to the crotch. She flung her thighs wide, and felt his hand moving into the waist of her panties ... and she went limp, shivering as his fingers stroked the soft, curling hair of her cunt. Once more she groaned as his tongue probed deep into her mouth, his finger tracing up one lip of her cunt, then down the other. She lifted her ass from the bed, giving him silent access to her body. When his middle finger brushed over her inflamed clitoris, Pamie was no longer a frightened little girl. Her mind rippled and burned with insane passion, and her hand moved with sure quickness to his groin, where she located his enormous cock and wrapped her fingers about it tightly. She rubbed and stroked and loved her father's prick with her eager hand, her hips rocking in gentle, but persistent movement as his middle finger dipped in and out of the clinging hole ... moving between the wet, slippery lips of her pussy ... probing for the secrets of her inner being ... digging into the steaming, tight orifice. Her own fingers squeezed his prick hard, and she felt her senses soar with the answering throb.
As Wendell lifted his young, tormented daughter to a sitting position and began to undress her, Pamie, her mind blasted into sensual heights, fumbled at the zipper of his pants, snicking it down and darting her hand inside the fly. She found the swollen prick and pulled it forth, jacking the thick, taut skin up and down to reveal the smooth-rubber head that dripped sticky sperm against her palm. Her dress was pulled from her arms, then her bra. Wendell paused for a breathless moment, long enough to click on the bedside light. He sucked his breath in harshly at the beauty he exposed.
Pamie's little nipples and creamy, flawless breasts jutted out and upward, the pink nipples dotting the firm white mounds of flesh like rosy missiles ready for launching.
"Are ... are they pretty enough? Are my ... my breasts pretty enough for you, Daddy?" she asked in a shy, little-girl voice.
"Beautiful!" he breathed huskily. "Those sweet tits are the most beautiful things I've ever seen, sweetheart!"
"I'm glad. I'm glad you like them, Daddy," Pamie said, pleased that she could make him so happy. "Would you ... kiss them? Please, Daddy ... kiss my ... my titties! I like that ... a lot."
"No, wait ... let's get the rest of your clothes off, sweetheart," he said, his voice going hoarse. "I want to see all of you. I want to see you all naked and beautiful and ... and ... hot!"
"But, Daddy," she cried softly. "I'm already hot! I'm so hot I can't wait! Ohhh, Daddy ... will you ... do it to me? Please ... ohhh, please do it to me!"
"You're damn right I will, sweetheart!" Wendell grunted, struggling with her clothing. "Here ... lift that cute little ass for me."
Pamie lifted, and her dress puddled to the floor. Now, in just her small, sheer panties, she glowed prettily as her father gazed down at her. Although her flesh was pink, she was not blushing, nor was she afraid ... she wanted him to see her, to do things with her. Her eyes fell down to where his cock was jutting from his pants. One small hand reached out to stroke it, to feel the bulbous head, to smear the dripping juices from the piss-hole until the swollen skin was sticky. She wrapped her fingers around the strong shaft, and said in a low, throaty voice much like her mother's: "Ohhh, Daddy, your ... your ... it's bigger than Ton ... thicker than I thought it would be! But ... ohhh ... it's so ... so beautiful!"
Wendell chuckled, then began to remove his own clothing. As he pulled his shirt free, Pamie jacked her small fist back and forth on his generous, long, thick cock, her eyes burning intently on the almost bursting head, her nerves actutely attuned to the racing thrills, delighted to bring up more of that sticky, clear semen from him.
When Wendell stood to remove his pants and shorts, she turned him loose, but reluctantly. She could not stifle the low gasp that escaped her throat as she stared hotly, wantonly, at him as he stood naked before her. His cock was huge ... so enormous she wasn't at all sure she could take such a monstrous prick into her inexperienced, tight, hot cunt.
His hairy balls hung low and heavy, and she knew they carried a fantastic amount of sperm-they had to. The hair surrounding the base of his cock and nuts was thick and wiry, but when Pamie ran her fingers through the strands, she was amazed to find the hair as soft as her own. She reached beneath his upright cock to find his balls, cupping them in her trembling hand, rolling them and crooning softly as her passion flared higher and higher.
"They're beautiful, Daddy! I never knew a man's balls could be so beautiful!" She flushed suddenly at what she had said, then lifted her eyes up to his shyly to see if he would disapprove her choice of words.
Wendell smiled down at his daughter, arching his hips toward her. "They may seem beautiful to you, sweetheart-that's only natural-but you are the one that's beautiful. Don't you think we had better get you out of those panties now?"
Before her father could bend over to remove her panties, Pamie gripped his balls tightly in her hand, pulling him closer to her face. She leaned her face close, and impishly pressed her lips to the almost purplish head of his cock, giving him a quick, but moist kiss ... right on the dripping slit. Then, blushing at what she had impulsively done, she released his balls.
Wendell dropped to his knees before her, his hands sliding up her smooth, naked thighs until they were tugging at the elastic of her panties. Once more Pamie lifted her ass so he could remove the thin garment, and as he inched her panties down, he darted the tip of his tongue at her feverish flesh. He shoved his face to her rippling stomach and licked delicately, twirling about her navel, leaving a wet, scorching trail of saliva down to the fine line of her curling cunt hair. As he drew the panties over her hips, he twisted his face from one thigh to the other, licking and kissing the goldenly tanned skin as if devouring her. He continued licking all the way to her dimpled knees, then he lifted each foot until her panties had been discarded on top of her dress.
Pamie lay back, her fine, pointing little breasts thrusting up into the air, her thighs spreading to expose the hair-lined lips of her delicate and gently pulsating pussy.
Wendell gazed upon her beauty for a long time, drinking in the smoothness of what he had spawned fifteen years ago. After satisfying his voyeuristic desire, he crawled upon the bed with her, his cock waving about like a huge spear. Pamie reached for it eagerly, clasping the thick shaft tightly in her fist.
"Will you do it now, Daddy? Will you stick this in me now?"
Her ass writhed on the bed unashamedly as she pulled and pushed the taut skin of his prick back and forth.
"Are you-trying to tell me you want to get fucked, sweetheart?" her father teased, tweaking both her erect nipples with his fingers. "Is that what you want me to do to you?"
"Yes!" Pamie cried out, tugging at him between her splayed thighs. "That's what I want, Daddy! Oh, please hurry ... shove it in me! Stick your sweet ... cock! ... in me. And ... yes, Daddy, fuck me! Oh, God, Daddy ... fuck me! Fuck me hard! Rip my pussy apart! I don't care what you do to me ... but, oh, God ... fuck me!"
"Christ, Pamie," he grunted, watching her squirm and twist on the bed in abandonment, arching her sweeping hips up into the air, legs wide apart, her pussy quivering. "I didn't realize what a hot little cunt you were!"
"Daddy ... Daddy," Pamie sobbed with her need. "Call me whatever you want ... I don't care! I don't care what you call me! Slut ... hot bitch ... hot cunt ... anything! Beat me ... whip me ... hit me ... I don't give a shit! Lash my pussy until it's raw and bleeding! It doesn't matter to me ... nothing matters now ... just so long as you stick your hard cock up my cunt and fuck me! Fuck me ... fuck me...."
"All right, sweetheart," Wendell replied, moving between her spread thighs. "I'll fuck you ... I'll fuck you silly!"
He leaned down, letting her rub the swollen, sensitive tip of his cock up and down the oozing slit of her pussy. Pamie pulled his cock lower, feeling her cunt lips part and stretch to accommodate the thick head. A sharp pain stabbed into her genitals, but Pamie ignored it. She arched her open crotch into the air again and she felt the enormous cock slip into the tight, slippery channel of her pussy.
"Ohhh, it hurts! It hurts!" she screamed. "Ohhhh, God! I can't take it ... no more ... no more! Daddy ... Daddy, don't ... no more! Please ... you'll kill me! Take it out ... take your cock out of me, Daddy!"
Wendell quickly pulled his cock from the clasping pussy, frowning slightly.
"We can't do it this way, sweetheart," he said. "You're just too damn small to take my cock this way. Here ... you straddle me, maybe you can squat down on me and take it more comfortably."
Wendell rolled over and stretched out on his back, his cock arching toward the ceiling. Pamie, almost insane in her passion, scrambled across him, squatting with her dripping pussy directly over the almost apple-sized head of his prick. Wendell reached down to hold his cock steady, watching Pamie's spread thighs and ass-cheeks descend. Gingerly, Pamie squatted, trying to look between her wide knees as her cunt was again speared by that gigantic organ.
And once more she felt the excruciating pain as his cock entered her. Her eyes popped as she watched the tender, hair-lined pussy stretch to its utmost limits around the circumference of his cock. She stared as her cunt swallowed half the thick length ... and she could take no more.
"I can't! I just can't take it all!" Pamie wailed with pain and disappointed frustration. She leaned over her father, placing her hands on each side of his body, and looked between them as she slowly, tentatively, lifted her ass, only to shove down again-but ever so slowly and carefully. "I can't, Daddy! I'm too little there! My pussy is just too goddamn little! Ohhh ... I want it so much ... I want you to fuck me so motherfucking much!"
Pamie struggled furiously to take more of his cock into her greedy young pussy, but all she could accept was just that half-length. Her tightly clasping cunt just wouldn't stretch any farther no matter how she wriggled and twisted her small ass atop him.
"You can't want it more than I do, Pamie," he groaned beneath her, his lips tight, eyes glassy. "But it doesn't look as if it's going to be possible. Christ ... you've got the tightest little cunt I've ever tried to fuck!"
Pamie pulled herself free of his now glistening prick, slumping to the side of him, sobbing with frustration. Her pussy was burning, itching. Her tiny clitoris throbbed and twitched with the intensity of her sexual desire. Her small fist beat up and down on the mattress in helpless rage. Then, before she knew what she was doing, before her brain could catch up with her body, she twisted and grasped his shiny cock and jacked up and down in a frenzy.
Climbing to her knees, she leaned over him and started kissing his cock with furious darting movements of her lips. After she had kissed every inch of it, moaning all the while like a savage animal, she slithered her tongue out and started licking at it, running the tip up and down the secretion-coated shaft, tasting the heated flesh of his cock and the fluids of her cunt. She cuddled the throbbing penis against her face, loving it, crooning to it, stroking it ... and then she was running her tongue down the big tube on the sensitive underside, licking far down into his hairy balls. She fluttered her tongue with age-old instinct around the loaded balls, then she sucked one gently, then the other. Again she ran her mouth up the full length, all the way to the ready-to-explode head. There, she flicked the tip of her tongue around the small piss-hole, tasting the seeping juices of her father's prick. She was whimpering and moaning with frustrated lust as she kissed and licked his enormous cock. Her small, cute ass waved nakedly and invitingly in the air, trembling with small goose flesh as she felt the juices flow from her twisting, itching cunt ... felt the fluids run down the inner surfaces of her lithe thighs.
"Maybe I can't fuck you, Daddy," she said heatedly, her voice muffled by the cock against her lips, "but, goddamn it ... I can sure as hell suck you off! That's what I'll do ... put my lips around this big prick of yours and tongue it and suck it and kiss it and ... and make you come that way!
Yes ... I'll suck your prick ... make you squirt your come in my mouth ... right down my throat!"
Parting her passion-swollen lips, Pamie closed them again around the huge head of her father's cock, her tongue swirling in furious circles about the sensitive hole. She had never done such a thing in her young life before, but what she lacked in experience, she was making up with hungry enthusiasm and eagerness.
She gobbled more and more of his prick into her mouth until-she thought her lips would split at the corners, yet she took more of it until she had half the length inside her mouth. She felt the head slide over the roof of her mouth and then it was pressed at the back of her throat. Her mouth was so crowded now that she was unable to lick and work her tongue as she so desperately wanted to do. Instead, she began gliding her stretched lips up and down his cock, tasting the hot throb of it. Her senses whirled at what she was doing for him, the delights her mouth was creating in his cock ... at the delights she was receiving by sucking him. And the harder she sucked, the more her cunt seemed to quiver and flow. Her muffled murmurs of happiness could be heard by Wendell, and he tried to lie perfectly still while she licked his cock, knowing she was doing her best to take as much as she could into her greedy mouth and satisfy him in this way.
He reached a hand out and started fondling her waving ass-cheeks, rubbing his fingers about her crack and asshole. Pamie, feeling his hands on her bottom, squirmed her ass closer to him, sighing deeply when she felt one finger dip into the burning hole of her pussy. Now, with her face bobbing up and down swiftly, she began to gyrate her saucy ass as her father plunged his finger in and out of her forever steaming, never-satisfied cunt.
"Come here, sweetheart," she heard him whisper, then felt his hands tugging at her legs. She knew what her father wanted, and lifting one kneee, she threw it over his face.
Wendell gazed up at the softly haired pussy, seeing the lusciously pink lips twitch, and just above, her tiny, puckered-'up anus, clenching and relaxing as she gobbled with a frenzy at his prick. He fondled the white mounds of her ass-cheeks for a moment, savoring the smooth, perfect flesh. Then he started brushing a finger down the spread crevice, rubbing her small, winking asshole. He watched it clench tightly against his touch, then he gripped each cheek of her ass in his hands and pulled her hair-lined, juicy pussy down to his mouth. He slithered his tongue out, dipping into the moist lips and tasting the sweetly flowing nectar. Pamie felt her father's lips close around her pussy and she shuddered in delight as the sensations ripped through her like a tidal wave. She could feel his nose pressing hard against the small ring of her asshole, and his breath was scorching hot against her skin.
Sliding her painfully stretched lips up and down his monstrous cock, she sucked as hard as she could, using the tip of her tongue when possible. Her hands grasped his balls tightly, the other worming below his ass-cheeks to clutch and lift him. Her own ass was now sliding and bouncing and banging furiously against his sucking, slobbering mouth, and she knew it would not be long before she felt the violent, body-shaking climax.
Mewling and whimpering like an animal, she struggled to suck in more of his cock, her fingers closing and relaxing around his hairy balls beneath her wide-open, fascinated eyes. Sucking up and down, she watched as though hypnotized as her finger on his ass probed the crack, digging between the warm flesh until she found the rubbery, constricted ring of his asshole. Once more she was amazed at the way her hands moved without conscious thought on her part.
With her mind still whirling insanely, she pressed hard against the resisting asshole and finally succeeded in shoving her finger up into his rectum. She was rewarded with a deep moan of pleasure from her father's sucking mouth, his tongue stabbing in and out of her bubbling cunt. Now, ramming her finger into his ass, Pamie sucked and slurped and gobbled and whimpered as her lust soared.
Moist, sucking sounds of delight resounded about her small bedroom, liquid moans coming from mouths and genitals as father and daughter struggled to give the other the greatest satisfaction they could, fighting to bring forth the release that rumbled like a growling whirlwind inside their twisting, writhing bodies.
Ohhhh ... this is good! So good! Pamie's mind flared. Daddy's cock is so delicious! My Daddy's beautiful prick is so good to eat ... so tasty! Ohhh ... I could suck on it all night! Eat it ... eat his cock ... I'm a born cock sucker, that's what I am. I love sucking his prick so very much! And ... oh, my dear God ... what he's doing to my cunt! He likes my pussy ... likes eating my pussy! I know Daddy likes the taste of my cunt! He must ... ahhhh ... the way he's licking it ... sucking it ... kissing it ... tongue-fucking me! Mmmm ... Golly ... Golly, it's wonderful! Ahhhhh ... beautiful cock ... sweet cock ... sweet Daddy's cock! Oh, I want it to come ... come ... come in my cock sucking mouth ... in my pussy mouth! Mmmmmm ... suck ... lick ... fuck ... cocksucker ... cunt-licker ... mother-fucker....
All the lewd, forbidden words burst into flame inside her fifteen-year-old brain as she devoured his throbbing prick with furious, insane hunger. She said them time and again, silently: Cock ... prick ... balls ... cunt ... pussy ... asshole ... fuck....
Pamie felt the delicious tingle inside her stomach, and crushed her naked, excited cunt down hard against her father's slurping lips and tongue, bruising the tender petals of her pussy and not caring. She moaned around his mouth-stuffing prick as she felt her orgasm grow like a balloon, then suddenly burst as though someone had stuck a pin into it. A delighted squeal, and her small body shuddered violently when her cunt went into convulsive climax against her father's mouth, giving her the most fantastic, most terrific, orgasm she had ever experienced.
Again, she squealed around his lip-stretching cock as she felt her father's nose almost enter the tight ring of her asshole. She became so excited that her face dived down swiftly and hard, shoving the swollen head of his cock far into her clutching throat. She gagged and choked, struggling for air, and was on her way up, keeping her cheeks sunk in tightly around his prick to create a delicious suction for him, when it suddenly exploded with a hot, gushing stream of thick juice. The globs of her father's semen splashed at the back of her throat, and Pamie swallowed quickly before the next explosion came ... and before she choked on the copious flow.
Gagging slightly on the alien taste of his sperm, she recovered and gripped her lips tighter yet about the jerking, spurting head, her tongue flying wildly around the squirting slit, drinking and gurgling as her father came time and again into her mouth. She felt his balls grow tight in her hand, and she squealed excitedly, her finger driving deeply in and out of his constricting asshole. Pamie didn't know how long his cock spewed and gushed, but she continued to suck insanely and swallow the hot semen, her cunt twitching around his thrusting tongue as she rocked and banged her ass up and down at his gulping lips.
She had the vague impression that her lips were around a never-ending garden hose, a hose that spurted such delicious nectar that Pamie wanted it all, every last drop. The small, troubled girl gurgled happily as she sucked the spewing tip of his cock, bottom swinging from side to side, then bouncing eagerly up and down, finally to begin rotating with wild movement that caused her clitoris and cunt lips to be brushed and licked and bruised against his face.
Pamie was intensely aware of the tight clasp his hands had on her ass-cheeks ... of his tongue thrusting like a small cock in and out of her spasming pussy ... of his nose breathing liquid fire against the sensitive pucker of her asshole-but most of all, she was aware of that swollen prick of her father that gushed so wonderfully into her mouth. She gulped and gurgled, her throat working to accept all the sperm he offered her, beating the tip of her tongue against the spurting hole in a swift tattoo.
Her senses whirled until they became a blinding light behind her passion-blurred eyes-eyes that were open in delighted surprise; and her body atop her father's ass was shuddering so violently she felt as though she would shake apart like a flimsy kite in a gale.
With the final drop of his semen, Pamie sighed blissfully and rolled from him, off his heaving, drained body, sprawling at his side with her legs wide, her hair-fringed cunt too sensitive even for the slight pressure of her legs together. Her mouth felt stretched beyond its limits, her lips puffy and bruised, as though it would never be the same petulant shape again. The rubbery tips of her small, resilient tits rose and fell as she panted with total, satisfied exhaustion.
After what seemed hours, she turned onto her side, holding her body up on one elbow. She gazed down at her father's now flaccid cock with a fond gleam on her happy face. She reached out and stroked the wrinkled flesh gently, thinking how wonderful such a thing could be. So small now ... yet just by gentle caressing, it would grow and swell into such hardness, such thickness, that she could not effect an entrance into her pussy.
Wendell stirred, and she felt him pat her naked thigh lovingly, his hand sliding higher to repeat the pat on one firm, small ass-cheek. Pamie giggled childishly, then leaned over and planted a warm kiss on the wrinkled shaft of his cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Pamie awoke the following morning, she instinctively reached out to caress her father. Her hand felt empty sheets. She sat upright quickly, staring around the room. The depression where her father had lain was there, but he was not.
For a moment, she was disappointed, but an impish grin came to her face as she felt of the indentation of the pillow where his head had been.
She jumped from her bed and showered quickly, seeing by the small clock near her bed that she had to rush lo be in time for school. Pulling on a pair of tight blue jeans and an old sweatshirt, she hurried to the kitchen for breakfast. She hesitated momentarily at the doorway when she saw her mother at the stove.
"Good morning, baby," Joyce said when she turned to see her daughter. "Here, sit down; I have your breakfast ready."
Pamie sat at the table, not wanting to look at her mother, yet she was feeling so happy she could hardly contain herself. She ate ravenously, washing down the scrambled eggs with a huge glass of cold milk.
"My, you seem especially happy this morning, darling," Joyce smiled at the glowing girl. "You must have had quite a time on your date."
Pamie could not control the quick blush of embarrassment that warmed her cheeks, and she glanced shyly at her mother.
"Yes ... your father told me you two had a very nice time last night," Joyce said, reaching out to pet Pamie's cheek. "Did you enjoy yourself, baby? Was it fun to have a date with your father?"
She can't possibly know ... can she? Oh, I'd die ... simply die if mother knew what I did last night. Oh, but it was so good! Daddy is so wonderful! Will he want to do those things again with me. ... soon? Oh, Golly, I hope so!
"You aren't going to wear those clothes to school, are you, baby?" Joyce asked, frowning.
"All the girls wear them, Mother," Pamie said, hoping her mother wouldn't make her change into a dress.
"Well, you can't be different, I suppose," Joyce said. "But I think you look much better in skirts and dresses."
Rushing to school, Pamie worked hard on her assignments, wanting to bring her grades back up to the high level she normally maintained. She wanted her Daddy to be proud of her.
All through the school day, she floated, soaring on a white, fleecy cloud. She was in love with her Daddy, and she felt she could never be happier in her life.
Later that evening, Pamie bubbled over with her happiness around the house. She still had the tendency to blush whenever her mother would glance at her, but she had a ready smile, especially for her father. After dinner was finished, she completed her small chores and spent the rest of the evening teasing her father in childish ways. She wanted his attention ... wanted to let him know she would more than welcome his presence in her bed after her mother and brother were sound asleep.
But Wendall paid her hardly any attention.
After she had gone to bed, Pamie lay there in the darkness, wide awake and shivering with desire. Her little cunt was sopping wet, as usual, and she had crawled beneath the sheets naked, wanting to be ready for her father when he came to her. Pamie was certain he would be in as soon as it was safe. And as she waited, she imagined the things they would do with each other, her fantasies running wild.
There were so many things she wanted to learn about her father's body, and especially she wanted to know about his prick and balls. Those two items were the most interesting things about him. She thought back to the previous night, when she had thoughtlessly and in the heat of passion, thrust a finger deep into his asshole. She knew her father had enjoyed that-at least, she thought he had. After all, hadn't he squirmed his ass around all the time she did it? She wondered what that would feel like, having a finger poked into that small hole back there. Maybe she could have her father do that to her this night when he came.
While she waited, Pamie stroked her hair-lined pussy with one hand, her naked ass with the other, twisting about on the bed as her passion grew and her fantasies became even wilder. After a few minutes of feeling between her legs, Pamie threw the sheet from her body. Clicking on her bedside light, she got out of bed and searched for the small round mirror on her dresser. Finding it, she crawled back on the bed and lay down. She lifted her legs high into the air, parting them, holding the small mirror between her legs and behind her ass. She peered at the reflected image of her hair-fringed cunt and, lower, the small pucker of her asshole. She studied the two holes for a few moments in critical examination.
Moisture beaded the silken hairs that framed the pouting lips of her pussy, and she couldn't see any evidence of damage from last night's wanton behavior, but she could detect the barely perceptible pulsations there. She almost giggled aloud at the thought of her pussy having a small, beating heart of its own. She had already decided her cunt was cute. After all, didn't everyone say so? And she had made up her mind to the fact that her pussy had a controlling mind of its own, too. And why shouldn't It? Didn't it control her body most of the time?
With her free hand, she parted the sensitive lips and tried to peer inside the glistening channel, wondering what the appeal was. She knew-oh, Lord, how she knew-the pleasure it gave her, but for the life of her she couldn't understand the desire of someone to kiss and lick such a hairy thing.
I could never put my mouth on a pussy, she thought as she continued her explorations. It looks like a mess to me ... too juicy ... and awfully hairy. But Daddy seemed to love it ... and Mother, too. Would Tony enjoy kissing my cunt? Maybe ... but I haven't seen much of him lately. Is he mad at me ... does he have a girlfriend who lets him fuck her? I bet she isn't as good as me. But, if that's so, why doesn't he ask me again? He must be mad at me for some reason ... but what have I done to make him mad? Surely he knows that I'll let him fuck me again ... anytime he wants.
All those thoughts came to her while she absently probed and fondled her cunt, and now she began to take a new look at her puckered asshole. Even here she couldn't find much that would appeal to her. It was just another hole, one that was good for taking a shit with and that was all. Now her pussy, that was different. It gave so much pleasure, to her and to her Daddy.
Her finger brushed casually over the sensitive pucker in a tentative exploration, and her body reacted in a delicious manner. Amazed that it could feel so good just with a small touch, Pamie stared at the reflected image as she pressed the tip of her middle finger against the resisting flesh. The harder she pressed, the better it felt.
Taking a deep breath, she thrust the tip of her finger into the tight hole, all the way to her second knuckle. She felt a small, sharp stab of pain, but it wasn't bad at all. At least, it wasn't as bad as when Alex had busted her virginity all over the seat of his car. Holding her finger poised, she sucked her breath in once more, then, watching with huge eyes, she quickly plunged the full length of her middle finger all the way into her clutching asshole before she could change her mind.
"Ohhhh ... oooooo...." she moaned, her eyes blurring.
For a moment she held her finger still, buried deep in her warm asshole. Then she gingerly made a movement, working it out and then back inside. She could see the rubbery ring clasp at her finger, and the pain was no longer a concern. What she felt now was a different sort of pleasure, almost a pain, yet not really painful at all. In fact, it felt very nice.
This just won't do, she told herself. I seem to be a bundle of sex ... in every hole I have! Goodness ... are all girls like me?
She jerked her finger out of her asshole and laid the mirror on her nightstand. She flicked off the light and lay on top of her sheet, naked and bubbling in burgeoning passion, waiting for her Daddy to come in and make everything all right. She didn't want to bring herself to orgasm ... she wanted to be hot and eager for her Daddy when he came in with that enormous cock.
Pamie tossed and turned, hardly sleeping all night.
In the morning, she entered the kitchen with a sad and worried expression on her pretty face.
"Well," her mother said as she placed the platter of eggs and ham in front of Pamie. "Why the sour face? This is quite a change from yesterday. Something bothering you, baby ... something like before, maybe, hmmmm?"
Pamie didn't answer, shoving the plate of food from her and sipping at the cold milk. She wasn't hungry this morning, and she didn't want to talk to her mother. Couldn't. Finally, she got to her feet and left the house for school, without a word to her concerned mother.
Pamie did not go to school-she ran away from home.
CHAPTER SIX
It was late afternoon as she trudged along the side of the coast highway, turning to lift her thumb when she heard a car coming up behind her.
She was a pitiful little creature, walking slowly along the dusty shoulder of the black-top. Her usually sparkling brown eyes were now dull, without the vibrant luster and happiness of such a short time ago. Her cheeks were stained with the many tears she had shed throughout the day, and she had no idea where she was going, only that it was North.
The little girl had been on her way to school as usual when it dawned on her.
They don't like me, she had thought. They hate me because I've been such a nasty, bad girl ... Tony won't even speak to me anymore. Why, I don't know. I thought he liked doing it ... fucking me. Maybe I shouldn't have cried like that when he finished ... and maybe I should have kissed him instead ... showed him how much I had loved that. But ... oh, I was so ashamed! And Mother ... she gave me so much pleasure! I really loved having her do that to me with her mouth. I mean ... I really liked that! And mother knew I liked it! But then ... why didn't she want to do it to me again! Was it because . she didn't truly enjoy sucking my pussy? Or ... or was it because I didn't eat her cunt the way she did mine? She took her clothes off, too ... she got naked like I was. Yes, that must be the reason ... she hates me because I didn't lick and eat her cunt ... and she was so hot for it, too! Would Mother have done it again, if I had sucked her off ... if I had used my lips and tongue on her pussy? I should have tongue-fucked mother, too.
Pamie heard a car behind her and she turned, lifting her thumb. She was so tired of walking. Her feet hurt. The muscles of her legs felt cramped. She had no idea how far she had come. She had gotten only one ride all day-the ride that had dumped her on the coast highway. The car was not slowing, and Pamie dropped her head dejectedly.
But it was slowing! It was stopping for her.
Pamie stood, watching the car back-up. She could see the driver alone in the car, and when he told her to jump in, Pamie hesitated. She had been warned many times about the dangers of hitching rides. In fact, she knew of one girl personally who had been the-victim of a rape while thumbing her way to the beach. But she was so tired, and she was on her own now. She had no other way to get a ride, and she had to take a chance now and then.
The man opened the door for her and Pamie slid warily onto the seat beside him.
"Where to, Missy?" His voice sounded like sandpaper to her, and she saw he was a balding, paunchy man of indeterminate age. A thick, black cigar was clamped between his teeth, and he looked as if he had forgotten to shave for the past few days.
"Uh ... up, up the coast," she replied, unable to think of a destination.
"Just bumming around, huh?" the man said in his gravelly voice as the car went into motion. "Well ... can't say I blame you, Missy. You kids have the right idea today. Hell, you ain't got no worries ... no problems like taxes or money. Yeah ... you have the right idea, all right."
Pamie paid no attention to him, hardly hearing his words as her thoughts returned to her family.
II I had sucked Mother's cunt ... then maybe she would have done it to me again. But a girl's pussy is so messy looking ... all that hair! Still ... she did ask me to tell her if I ever got hot again, didn't she? And I seem to be that way almost all the time. Then, why didn't I go to Mother and tell her?
She stared unseeingly through the dusty, bug-spattered windshield, her hands lying quietly in her lap. She had no money; no clothing except the tight blue jeans and the old sweatshirt she had worn for two days now-and no place to go.
Why didn't Daddy come back to me? I know he liked what I did to him ... he must have. Didn't I suck his cock the right way? Didn't I use my lips and tongue to make him come ... come off in my mouth? I swallowed his come ... I liked that. If I didn't suck him right, why didn't he tell me? I would have sucked him the way he wanted! Didn't my pussy taste all right to him? Wasn't it clean? I always keep it nice and clean. But ... maybe he didn't want me to suck him off ... maybe he was disappointed because he couldn't fuck me. Yes, that must be the reason he didn't come to my room. But his cock is just too big for me ... so huge, so thick. I'm just too small in my cunt for him. Yes ... that's the reason he doesn't want me anymore. He can't fuck me. That has to be the reason. Daddy wants to fuck me, and I just couldn't take all of his prick. I should have tried harder ... I should have sat down on his cock no matter how bad it hurt me ... I should have let his prick split me ... rip me ... tear me apart! Pamie heard the man's voice, but it didn't penetrate her thoughts. Yes ... I can see now why they don't like me any more. Everything I did was wrong ... Crying like a fucking little baby when Tony screwed me ... not sucking Mother's cunt off ... not letting Daddy fuck me the way he wanted.
"... or maybe that's the reason," she heard the man saying.
"Oh ... I'm sorry, sir," Pamie said politely. "I didn't hear what you said."
"I said, you kids have the right outlook. Traveling around the country, doing what you want, kicking the goddamn establishment in the teeth. That's the way to be, free as a bird. Hell, who has the right to tell you not to puff a little grass now and then? Or who to sleep with. Yeah, I was born in the wrong generation."
"But I'm not...." she started to say, then stopped.
Why, he thinks I'm a hippie! Well, maybe I will be ... who knows?
"Aw, you don't have to defend your way of life to me, Missy," the man said, chewing on the black cigar, clouds of blue smoke billowing from his mouth and nose. "I'm not one to knock you. Hell, I'm not one of them hypocritical bastards that go around knocking you kids. Christ, those sons o' bitches tell you kids it ain't right to mess around, and what do they do? They go right ahead and swap partners and that kind of shit! Christ, you kids are human, too. By God, if you want to screw someone, you don't beat around the bush. You go ahead and screw."
"But I'm not that way," Pamie protested, becoming uneasy. "I don't-"
"Shit, Missy," the man growled, glancing at her. "Don't tell me you ain't that kind of girl. There ain't no cherries left ... not among you kids, least ways. I know all about your kind. The only difference between you hippies and bums is the name. When I was a kid, that's what we called you-bums! Shit, you girls drop your panties at the first hard cock you see, right?"
"Mister, I ... I think you better let me out," Pamie said, trying to control the rising fear in her voice.
"Well, now, I don't know about that," he said, giving her a speculative look. "You're a young one, and mighty damned pretty, to boot. I bet you have a nice tight twat down there between them legs. It's been a hell of a long time since I had me a piece of ass so young. And with your experience, I bet you can fuck a man standing on your head!"
"Please, mister." Pamie was terrified now, and her voice bordered on hysteria. "Please, I'm a nice girl. I don't do those things. Please, sir ... stop ... let me out here, mister."
"Sure you're a nice girl," he laughed explosively, spewing cigar ashes over his rumpled suit coat. "All girls are nice, especially the young ones your age. Nice and hot and tight pussy, that's what you are! Shit, I've fucked 'em as young as twelve, all over the country. I get around, sell things."
Panic rose in her throat as the man suddenly whipped the car off the highway, pulling into a dusty, dirt road leading to a clump of trees. She cringed against the far side of the car, pressing against the door, watching him with wide, frightened eyes. Hot tears spilled from them, knowing what he was going to do to her. She thought, fleetingly, of opening the door and jumping, but the car was still moving too fast.
Once they were hidden from the highway, the man braked the car and turned the engine off. Then he turned to her, flicking his cigar out the window.
"Come to papa, you pretty little cunt!"
Pamie cowered against the door, her hands fumbling for the latch. But before she could find it, the man's thick fingers were gripping her. arms, pulling her across the seat toward him. She found nausea boiling up into her throat as the sour odor of the man's sweat came to her. Sobbing openly in helpless fear, she found herself feebly trying to fight him off, beating ineffectually at his chest with small fists.
But Pamie was a small girl-he was a strong slob of a man.
He wrapped a thick, hairy arm around her shaking shoulders and used his free hand to bring her face around and up, then he crushed his blubber-like lips down against her soft ones. The stubble of his wiry beard rasped against her tender flesh, and Pamie struggled furiously against his restraining arms and hands. In horror, she felt his tongue slide out, licking over her tightly compressed lips. She clenched them tighter in an effort to prevent it penetrating her mouth. She shuddered violently with revulsion, and her stomach churned in nausea, when he draped one hand over her shoulder and clutched at a firm upstanding tit. When his thick fingers pinched the delicate nipple, Pamie gasped aloud in pain and her mouth involuntarily opened. Immediately, the man snaked his tongue far inside, probing from side to side. Pamie felt it slither to her throat, and thought her stomach would recoil, and she would vomit right into his face.
Her struggles were useless, but she continued to beat at his flabby chest anyway, desperately wanting to get away from him, from the sour odor, away from this foul, nasty man.
Suddenly she heard her sweatshirt rip, and then her back was exposed to the late afternoon sun. The man shoved her brutally away, his beady eyes staring down at the small, succulent tips of her tits encased in a white bra. He licked his lips with anticipation, and shot his two hands out to dig into the cups, then, with a violent tug, he ripped the bra away, and her tits popped free. Pamie felt total humiliation and mortification as her tits jiggled provocatively.
"Jesus! What a pair of tits!" the man breathed hoarsely, licking his thick tongue over his lips. "Nice, firm ones ... sort of on the small side, but I always did like little-girl tits best of all."
Pamie attempted to cover her exposed breasts with her arms. She felt vulnerable, and her flesh crawled as if tiny, horrible insects were moving over her skin. The man gripped her wrists, twisting them away, then pulled her arms up behind her back, making Pamie cry out in pain. With her arms behind her, her chest was thrust forward, causing her succulent tits to swell and jut even more, and the man could restrain himself no longer. He shoved his face down and started slobbering over first one, then the other, sucking and licking the delicate virginal-looking nipples. His coarse beard scraped her tender flesh, leaving raw, angry red marks around the creamy fullness.
"Please ... oh, God, mister ... don't do this to me!" she pleaded, tears flowing in shame down her cheeks. "I'm ... I can't do it! My pu-I'm too small ... too little down there! It hurts me too much ... please, sir, please ... let me go!"
"I was right all along, wasn't I?" the man laughed lewdly, pulling his wet lips from a bruised nipple. "You admit you been fucking, don't you, Missy? Well, I've got me a hard dick here, and it's gonna run right up that little snatch of yours!"
His rough hands pulled the torn sweatshirt from her shaking body, then began to tug and pull at her skintight jeans. All the fight went out of Pamie; she knew it was hopeless to pit her feeble strength against him. She slumped against the door of the car as the man pulled her jeans down. He left them at her ankles, then slipped his fingers into the elastic of her white panties and pulled them down to her jeans. She was so frightened, so panic-stricken, she could only stare at him. The man twisted her around as he pulled the jeans and panties free of her feet. Pamie lay still, unmoving, like a limp chunk of meat. Her mind refused to function; it was a total blank, as if trying to shut out the horror of this crazy scene.
Dimly, she could hear cars whizzing along the coast highway, but she knew they were too far, going too fast, for anyone to hear her scream.
Now that the man had removed all her clothing, seeing that she was no longer fighting, he stepped from the car and walked quickly round to her side. Opening the door, he lifted the unresisting girl out, carrying her to the front and placing her over the still-warm hood. He laid Pamie on her back, then parted her thighs.
He stood there, between her splayed knees, gazing almost in awe at the beauty spread out before him. She was young, very young, with delicate pussy softly fringed with dark hair. He could see the tiny bud of her quivering clitoris peeking from the moist folds.
"Jesus Christ!" the man muttered. "You ain't only a real pretty girl, but, by God, you have the cutest little twat these old eyes have ever seen! Shit, I can almost come just looking at it!"
Pamie covered her face with a slim arm, a useless gesture of protection. She continued to tremble as she felt the man's hands on her thighs, running up and down, feeling and caressing the tanned flesh, then fondling the inner smoothness. For a long time he played, feeling her body, squeezing at various places, stroking her thighs, then her pussy, parting the lips to peer heatedly at the sensitive clitoris and tugging cruelly at her soft cunt hair. She was aware of his heavy breathing, but she kept her arm over her eyes to hide the shame she felt.
After a bit, she felt his hot breath fanning the nakedness of her skin, but she didn't respond as she would have if it had been her Daddy ... or brother ... or mother. Pamie felt nothing at all. She wanted him to get this dirty thing over with ... wanted him to hurry up and fuck her ... then leave.
She felt his blubber-like lips come down on her thigh, kissing her, and still she felt nothing but disgust and revulsion; no passion, no emotion, nothing. Even when the man ran his tongue up and down the hair-lined lips of her cunt, Pamie was as though anesthetized. Her pussy failed to respond; she was unfeeling, dead. She felt, but could not react, to his tongue as it tickled her clitoris for a moment, then slithered and stabbed deeply into the tightness of her cunt. At any other time, she would have been wriggling her ass and clawing at his head, but now she felt nothing but pure hatred and disgust, for the man, for herself.
She lay there in the waning sunlight for a long time, the man licking and slobbering at her cunt, heedless of the lack of co-operation or response from the frightened girl. He made loud, slurping noises with his tongue and lips, then, after feasting on her pussy to his satisfaction, he pulled his smeared face from her crotch.
Pamie felt the cooling air soothe her genitals, and she knew the insides of her thighs must be scratched raw by his bristly beard. Still, she didn't feel any pain there. She heard the rustle of his clothing, then she felt the car sag gently as the man crawled onto the front bumper. Now she felt his probing, blunt prick. She could feel the pressure of the tip on his cock at her hole, but that was all the feeling in her. Her cunt was wet now, of course, but only with the normal amount of secretions she put out, and with his evil saliva. She could even feel his prick as it slipped into her pussy, but there was no pleasure now for her, just a stretching, filling sensation, a dull, stabbing penetration-every nerve was numb.
The man leaned over her sprawled body, his two greasy hands grasping her tits harshly. He pulled them, smashed them, twisted them, pinched them. She could feel all this, and she could feel him thrusting hard into her pussy. She could feel his balls slapping rhythmically at the curves of her ass, but other than that-nothing at all.
Once, she cried out when his fingernails cut into a tender nipple, but that was her only response. The man's breathing was loud and rasping as he lunged into her, taking his pleasure without concern for her feelings, battering her cunt cruelly.
This is all I'm good for, her mind was saying, her eyes brimming with humiliated tears. I'm a dirty girl ... no more than a slit for dirty, filthy men to stab. I'm no good, even, for my own father ... mother ... brother. Oh, dear God ... I should have done what they wanted me to do! I should have told Tony I loved him fucking me ... instead of crying like a sniveling baby. I should have sucked Mother's cunt ... should have squatted down on Daddy's enormous cock and fucked him the way he wanted ... no matter how much it hurt me ... even if it killed me....
Pamie became aware of the man grunting louder now above her. She knew he was quickly approaching his point of ejaculation. She didn't want his filthy come inside her cunt-she wanted her father's! But what could she do to stop it? Nothing!
Pamie felt the man's cock jerk, and then he spewed forth a great thick glob of come into her unresponsive cunt. He grunted like a fat hog rutting as he shot his sperm into her, filling her abused pussy until the sticky stuff flowed out and down over the cheeks of her ass. Again, her stomach churned with nausea, and she gagged back the sour bile that rose in her throat.
The man pulled his deflating prick from her.
"Jesus, little girl," he croaked, his chest heaving, "that was about the tightest little snatch I've ever seen, ever fucked! By God, you little twats have something there!"
Pamie lay limp as he pulled up his pants without wiping his prick. Then she felt him slap her naked hip. "All right, Missy, fun time's over. You can get off the car now. By God, that was the best piece of ass I've had in one helluva long time! Missy, you fuck real good, goddamned real good!"
Pamie almost laughed at him.
A piece of dead meat, that's what you just fucked, you dirty old bastard! If that was a good fuck, I'd sure like to know what you've been used to getting.
"Come on, Missy," he growled, throwing her jeans and torn sweatshirt at her. "We better get our asses moving. Hey, what say we stop down the road for the night? I know this place, no questions asked. Hell, they don't care how old you are-not as long as you got the money. We can rent us a place and have a hell of time tonight! What say, Missy?"
Pamie ignored him, turning her back as she slipped on her jeans. She wasn't going anywhere with him-of that she was absolutely certain. No matter if he killed her on the spot, she wasn't getting back in that car. She buttoned the fly on her tight jeans and pulled on the ripped sweatshirt. She turned and started walking toward the highway, dust swirling past her sneakers.
"Hey, where you going, Missy?" the man yelled. "I thought we had something here! Didn't I give you a good fuck? All the little girls say I got a real wicked cock here. They can't get enough of it. Hey ... wait up!"
Pamie kept walking toward the highway. In a matter of seconds, she heard the engine of the car start behind her, then the sound grew louder as it came along the road, following. Pamie stepped off the narrow road to let him pass. ;
"Stuck-up little twat!" the man yelled as he went by. "Go fuck yourself, cunt!"
She watched the car until it turned into the sparse flow of traffic, then she sagged heavily to the dry, brown grass, letting her tears roll freely and unabated down her cheeks. She felt more humiliated than ever in her life. She had never been treated so horribly before. And it was the first time she had not responded to sexual stimulation.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When she woke up, it was dark-very dark.
She sat up, rubbing her fists at her puffy eyes. The night was clear, and black sky was sparkling with stars, but there was no moon to give forth illumination. She looked up, thinking she had never really seen the stars before. The city was so smoggy most of the time. She sat and watched them twinkle for a while, almost feeling peaceful.
Then she stood up, dusting the seat of her jeans with both hands. She felt a rumbling, gnawing sensation in her stomach, and she knew she was very hungry. A hundred yards or so in front of her, she could see the lights of a few cars zipping along the highway. Sighing, she started walking stiffly but quickly in that direction. She had to find food somewhere. But she had no money with which to buy it. Stopping for a moment, she rummaged around in the pockets of her jeans, finally located a dime.
Reaching the highway, she looked in both directions. She couldn't see any lights. When she had accepted the ride with that dirty old man, she had not paid enough attention to her surroundings to know where she was. On the other side of the highway, she could hear the waves of the Pacific break against sand and rocks. To her right, she saw the highway curved around a high, steep mountain, and she started off in that direction. There was not much traffic, and the few automobiles that went past seemed to create a wind about her body. Although she was walking with the traffic, she made no efforts to thumb any of the cars down. She wasn't ready to be abused anymore.
Now and then a car would slow down, expectantly. But when Pamie made no move to indicate she wanted a ride, it would pick up speed and often throw a spray of sharp gravel and sand at her. A few times she was hailed by some drunk, or a car loaded with teen-aged kids.
"Hey, baby!" someone called from a speeding car.
Another came by, slowed, drew very close to her, then someone banged hard on the side of the door, making Pamie jump.
"Come on, sugar ... let's go get fucked!"
Another car: "Want some cock, lady?"
"Give you a quarter to smell your snatch, girly!"
An old car slowed next to her. "Suck my cock, bitch!" a boy called, then the car speeded off.
"Eat pussy!"
"Suck my asshole!"
Pamie ignored all the crude, obscene calls, staying well to the side of the highway. Her stomach was growling and rumbling with hunger now, and when she rounded the steep mountain, she saw the lights of a service station. Suddenly, she felt an overwhelming urge to piss. The sensation was so bad, she thought she could already feel the warm wetness trickling down her thighs. She started running, stumbling along in the dark.
Stepping over a small rock fence, she ran to the door indicating "ladies", only to find it securely locked. Crossing her thighs nervously, afraid her bladder would suddenly empty itself, she looked around. Inside the office of the station she could see a single man-a boy, really. She didn't want to ask him for the key, but she had to do something-and fast.
She opened the door and entered the cluttered, grease-stained office. The boy glanced up from a comic book.
"Please, sir ... may I use the bathroom?" she said in a small voice, her thighs crossing and uncrossing. "I've got to go awfully bad."
The boy grinned at her, then tossed her a key on a long piece of worn and soiled wood. Pamie missed it and had to stoop over, picking it from the floor. The torn part of her sweatshirt fell open, exposing her naked back to boy's leering eyes.
It was then she realized her torn bra, along with her panties, were still in the man's car. Standing upright with the key clutched tightly in her grimy hand, she blushed when she saw the boy staring steadily at her. She knew well enough what his grin meant. Turning, she felt his eyes burn against her naked back as she went out the door. She could feel his eyes watching her as she went around the plate glass to the side of the station, and once more she felt her skin crawl.
Unlocking the door hurriedly, she darted inside. A small, dim bulb above the mirror showed her how dirty the bathroom was. She shivered at the thought of sitting down on the grimy toilet. After making certain the door was locked, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them all the way off. Then, standing with her feet on the rim of the toilet, she squatted and emptied her bladder, sighing with relief. Finished urinating, she climbed from the toilet and pulled a few of the paper towels from the container and soaked them in the sink. She spread her thighs and cleaned away deposit of her rapist's semen as best she could. Peering into the fogged mirror, Pamie saw a perfect stranger staring back at her.
"So I'm pretty, huh?" she said aloud. "Looks more like a beat-up old sot."
She washed her face and ran her fingers through her long, dark hair, trying to unsnarl it. Feeling almost presentable, she pulled her jeans up and buttoned them. She wished there was something she could do about the ripped sweatshirt. She stood, leaning against the wall, trying to decide what she should do next. She knew it would be dangerous to keep walking along the highway. She had no place to go for the night, and no money.
She didn't want to move off the highway and find a place to sleep in the brush. She was afraid of insects, snakes, and who knew what else was crawling around at night?
Her eyes moved about the wall.
"Want a big, juicy cock? Call...." she read.
Suddenly, Pamie giggled.
I sure do want a big, juicy cock. I want my Daddy's big cock ... that's what cock I want! She read more of the obscene graffiti, wondering what sort of person would write such things on the walls of a public toilet.
She read the scrawled messages: II you suck cock, see me ... I love eating young cunts....
Lick my pussy ... I'll lick yours!
See me ... I'll tongue fuck you in the asshole, baby.
Eat my come ... cocksucker!
I've got a twenty-year-old hot cunt, and I adore sucking juicy, hairy pussy!
And just below that: I'm a girl, too-twelve years old ... you can suck my pussy anytime, anyplace ... if you can get my sister's tongue out of it!
So I'm not the only one, Pamie thought.
Obscene, amateurish drawings were everywhere, and these Pamie examined with close interest, giggling at the gigantic cocks and pussies someone had drawn. Then she noticed a small stub of pencil on the floor. Picking it up, she giggled again, then began to scrawl in her childish handwriting:
I'm a girl, very sweet, fifteen years old. I've fucked my brother; been pussy licked by my mother; and played cocksucker to my Daddy-I have the hottest cunt around! Top that, you shit-eating cocksuckers!
She read what she had written, then giggled again. Now I know the sort of person who writes on shit-house walls. Nasty little kids like me!
Reluctantly, she left the safety of the rest room, taking the key back to the boy inside the office.
"Everything come out all right?" he snickered lewdly at her.
"None of your business," she retorted, noticing how young he was-eighteen, nineteen at the most.
"You know, I been thinking," the boy said, scratching the back of his head. "I didn't hear a car come up, so you must be walking. What the hell are you doing way out here all by yourself, without wheels?"
"That's none of your business, either," she said, then noticed the candy machine against the wall. Fishing her single dime from the pocket of her jeans, she selected a candy bar and pulled the lever. She could almost feel the boy's eyes on her tightly covered buttocks, and she clenched them involuntarily. The movement was not missed by the boy.
"You're going to split those jeans if you aren't careful," he snickered at her.
Pamie turned to face him, eating the candy. An idea began to form in the back of her mind. She peered closely at the boy, grimacing at the red splotches on his face. His pimples looked as though they would burst if he touched them.
She thought of the vulgar calls on the highway, of the abuse she had been subjected to earlier. Although she was disgusted with the boy's appearance, she formed the idea, calling on the last ounce of her strength. Deliberately, she smiled at him.
"How long are you on here?" she asked, lowering the tone of her voice.
"All damn night, why? You wouldn't have something in mind, would you?"
"Maybe," she teased, rocking her hips gently from side to side, then posturing as invitingly as she knew how, one hip thrust forward, her breasts jutting in twin points.
"Well, hell, doll! Come on ... let's hear it!" His voice was eager, his eyes flaming in passion as they riveted on her crotch, staring at the seam pulled tight against her cunt.
"You have a room back there?" Pamie pointed with her candy bar to the door behind the boy.
He turned and looked, as if just realizing there was a door back there for the first time, then swiveled back to her. The expression on his pimply face was eager. "You bet that sweet ass I've got a room back there! Shit ... I even got an old surplus cot!"
"Well, I was just thinking...." Pamie smiled brightly, licking her lips suggestively.
"Well, hell, think out loud, doll!"
"Would it be all right if I sort of ... well, took a nap back there?"
"Is that all? Just a nap?"
"Well...." she licked again, erotically, smiling seductively at him.
"Shit!" his voice squeaked. "I'll tell you what, you go back there and ... and let me lock the place up. I mean, the front door. I can still hear if a car comes in. Man, we'll have a ball!"
I feel like a whore, she thought. I guess that's the way a whore feels. But, dammit, I've got to get some rest ... even if I have to let him fuck me. Oh, what's the difference now ... I've been fucked-raped-once since I left home this morning. One more time won't hurt me ... one more cock certainly won't kill me.
"Yes ... well, I guess we will," she murmured, fingering the bottom of her sweatshirt. "You know, you should do something about that bathroom."
"Why? What's wrong with it? It ain't busted, is it?"
"No. I mean ... all that writing and filth. You should clean it up."
The boy grinned obscenely at her. "Hell, I sort of enjoy going in and reading what the broads put there. It gets me hot ... sometimes I have to beat my meat when I read them."
The world is filled with weirdos, she thought, shivering at the idea of letting this ugly, pimply-faced boy stick his prick into her. But, I'm not any different, am I?
"Did it make you hot, doll?" the boy said. "Reading them things must have got your snatch nice and wet, huh?"
Before Pamie could make a retort, a loud clanging suddenly filled the small office, making Pamie almost jump out of her skin.
"Shit!" the boy exploded, looking past her shoulder. "Just when I was getting a good hard on!"
Pamie turned, and heart thudded against her chest. She saw the black and white patrol car pull to the gas pumps. Panic came over her, and she looked around like a cornered, frightened animal. She wanted a place to hide, but there was no place except the door behind the boy. She started moving, but she was too late.
"Miss," the patrolman said, coming through the door, "what's your name?"
Pamie stared up at the huge man, her eyes wide with fear as they fastened on the shiny badge. "Uh ... I'm ... I...."
The patrolman pulled a notebook from his hip pocket, scanning it for a moment, then looked more closely at her.
"Come on ... what's your name?" he demanded impatiently. "It's ... oh, please...."
"Look, I don't have all night." His voice was gruff. "Do you have any identification on you?"
"No, I...."
"All right, let's cut out the horseshit! What's your name?"
"Pamie ... Pamela Draper," she said, despair in her voice. She spoke in a weak whisper, trembling."
"Draper, huh? Let me see." He consulted the notebook again. "Five feet, one inch tall, dark brown hair, brown eyes, well built." As he said the last, his eyes moved over her body, seeing the small breasts protruding against the front of her sweatshirt, the tight outlines of her lithe thighs. "Yeah ... well built is right. How much do you weigh?"
"One hundred pounds," she said in a tremulous voice.
"Hmmmm, the notes say ninety-five. Oh, well, you fit the description, and the name is right. You're a runaway, aren't you?"
"No ... no, sir. I didn't run away," Pamie lied.
"Oh, no? Then what are you doing out here this late at night?"
Pamie glanced at the boy who stood staring at her. She could find no help there. Looking back at the patrolman, she had to lift her head high to see his face. He was about the tallest man she had ever seen, and terribly big.
"Well, I ... I...." she stammered.
"Look, I don't want any more shit out of you," he said, his voice turning mean. "I'm getting damned tired of you young punks running away from home. Who the hell do you think you are, anyway? Don't you know you have it made? Christ, kid, I bet you don't have a place to stay, or money to eat on, do you?"
Pamie gave her head a negative shake, feeling very much ashamed of herself.
"What were you doing here? I suppose you were going to fuck this greasy punk, huh?" He jerked a thick thumb toward the boy. "Fuck him for a place to spend the night. Yeah, I know about your kind. Well, the fun's over; I've got this missing persons bulletin on you."
The girl's shoulders slumped with defeat. The patrolman took hold of her upper arm, pulling her toward the car outside. She followed docilely, without protest, knowing it would do no good. She would be locked up in some jail like a criminal, and her parents would come to get her, even though they didn't want her around anymore.
She settled into the front seat of the patrol car, slumping against the seat as the man pulled onto the dark, almost deserted highway. Then, Pamie began to cry. It seemed to her that she had been doing an awful lot of crying this day and night.
"Knock off that blubbering!" the man said harshly. "You little tramps are the same. You don't like it at home, so you haul ass-hit the road. You get your butts spanked, so you leave home. Then when things get a little rough for you, all you can do is cry about it."
"But-but I did like it at home," Pamie sobbed. "I didn't want to run away. I wanted to stay with my parents!"
"I don't want to hear any of your fucking lies!" he snapped.
Then, before she could stop herself, Pamie began telling the patrolman her sordid story, hoping against hope that he would understand. She told him when it had started, all the way from Alex to the wild night with her father, not leaving out a single detail. She was so relieved to tell someone-a person of authority, someone she could trust-that she didn't know when he had pulled off to the side of the highway and stopped.
"... and that's why I ran away," she finished, wiping the backs of her hands across her eyes. "They didn't want me anymore."
The big man stared at her in the dim light of the dash, chewing on the inside of his cheek in deep thought. "Finally he said: "You know, I've heard them all, but you have the best story yet. Not only have you and your whole fucking family busted every goddamn law in the books, but ... you actually enjoyed doing those things with them! What the hell is this nutty world coming to?"
He looked at her for a long time, not knowing whether to believe her or not. Pamie curled up on the seat, her knees drawn up, sitting on her feet and facing him.
"You know," the patrolman said, "you can get your ass in a lot of trouble about this. I mean, shit, you can't go around fucking and sucking a blood relative! Why, every one of you could go to prison for one hell of a long time. Of course, you know that, don't you?"
Pamie had never heard of such a thing. Certainly she knew it was supposed to be wrong, the things they had done with her, but against the law? Jail? Just for doing what felt so good? It didn't make sense to her, and she shook her head, dark hair swirling about her shoulders.
"I ... I didn't know. Is doing it with your mother and father wrong? I mean ... against the law?"
"I just told you that, didn't I? I'll tell you again: it is against the law for an underage girl like you to fuck her brother; it is against the law for a young kid to let her mother suck her cunt; it is against the law for a daughter to suck her daddy's cock; it is against the law to fuck someone as young as you ... now, do you understand that?"
Pamie nodded her head, meekly, filled with shame. She had never thought of herself-or her family-as criminals.
"But ... there isn't any need for all this trouble," the big patrolman said, eyeing her speculatively. "That is ... you can stop it."
"I can? Me?" Pamie said, looking at him with hope rising in her chest. "How? How could I stop it? I don't want to go to jail, sir, and I don't want to get my family in trouble, either."
"Well, there's one way. One little thing you would have to do," he said, watching for her reaction. "If you do it, well, I don't see any reason for this to go any further. Naturally, you have to co-operate with me ... if you know what I mean." For emphasis, he stared pointedly at her breasts.
Pamie's eyes opened wide, understanding coming to her.
"You mean ... you want to do ... do it? To me?"
"You hit it right on the head," the man said. "You give me a piece of your little ass and, well, I'll just forget I saw you back there. No one will ever hear any more about it. You go on wherever it is you're going, and I'll make no report. I'll forget I ever saw you."
"You ... you won't tell anyone? I mean ... you won't say anything about what I've ... about my family and me ... will you? They won't go to jail?"
"That's the whole idea. I'll just keep my mouth shut. And all you have to do is give me one little piece of ass. Is it a deal?"
Pamie didn't hesitate. She was so relieved to be out of trouble-to keep her family out of jail-she nodded her head in agreement. "Where, where do you want to take me? Where can we go do it?"
With a wide grin, the patrolman pulled the car back onto the highway, gunning the engine hard. He speeded down the highway until he found the turn-off leading to the beach. When he stopped the car, Pamie saw they were far below the highway and she couldn't see any lights of passing cars. She could hear the pounding of the sea as it washed against the sand, and the moon had finally come out to send its silvery rays down on them.
She had decided it would be best to make this very good for the man, so she scooted across the seat, past the riot gun clinging to the dash, her arms coming up to wrap tightly around his neck. Pressing her small, pert nipples against his chest, she kissed him with all the abandoned passion she could bring forth. It was pretense on her part, but she put everything she had into it. When his lips parted beneath hers, she snaked her tongue between them, sinking it far into his mouth. The man moaned, then pulled her tight against him. His hands were everywhere, feeling ... caressing ... exploring ... learning the hills and valleys of her delicious, delectable small body.
Pamie, thinking only of the safety of her family, became aggressive for the first time in her life-sexually aggressive. She became eager to give this unscrupulous man the best fuck she knew how.
After a moist, prolonged kiss, she pulled away from his clutching hands and lifted the torn sweatshirt over her head. She was pleased with the appreciative gasp that came from him as her saucy, thrusting tits were revealed in the moonlight. After what she had been through the past few days, Pamie was beginning to understand the effect her body had on a man. Although she still didn't understand the gnawing demands of her body, she was becoming used to it. Even now, with this stranger, she could feel anticipation welling up in the pit of her stomach.
Dropping the sweatshirt to the seat of the car, she slowly and teasingly unbuttoned her jeans and, watching him out of the corner of her eyes, pulled them down and off her feet. Naked and lovely, she stretched her arms high above her head, feet hard against the floor of the car, her ass up, smiling provocatively, invitingly at him. Her pussy mound, with all that soft hair, shone in the moonlight before his eyes.
"Am I pretty?" she asked in a quivering voice, and it wasn't because she wanted to be complimented; she was eager to please him for her family's sake
-she wanted to be perfect for this big man who held not only her future, but the freedom of her family, in the palms of his hands. "Do you like me, sir?"
"God Almighty!" his voice rasped as he gazed at the luscious, naked beauty in the silver light. "A goddamn feast! That's what you are ... a fucking feast fit for the gods!"
"You can eat me if you want," Pamie said, giggling with pleasure. "Are you hard now, sir? Does looking at me this way make your cock stand up? Here ... let me feel. Let me see it." She reached out one hand, placing it palm down in his lap. She felt the huge bulge growing and throbbing with immense power beneath his pants. She stroked it with her fingers, trying to wrap them about the swelling prick.
The man groaned with lust as her small hand squeezed and kneaded his prick, a few drops of spittle dribbling from the corners of his mouth. His eyes became vacant and glassy as he continued to stare at the exposed loveliness of the fifteen-year-old girl. He had screwed a couple other runaways, but this was a different type of girl. She was prettier, more eager.
Now that Pamie was naked, and playing with his cock, he seemed almost unable to make a move. His hands moved, all right, but only with the excited tremors of a man overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of a young, sex-hungry girl.
A deep sigh came up from his chest as her fingers fumbled at the zipper of his pants, snicking it downward. Now that she had his fly open, Pamie delved her hand inside, feeling for the throbbing hardness of him. She trailed the tips of her fingers along the taut shaft, then found his balls and tickled them for a moment before tugging his enormous cock free of the restraining cloth. She saw the bulbous head in the moonlight, already dripping a clear, slippery fluid. She closed her fingers about it and began to jack up and down, holding his cock tightly.
Being the aggressor, feeling she had some power over this man, she became intensely aroused herself. She felt her passions bubbling in the dark pit of her stomach, and her cunt was oozing against the seat of the car. Her breath started coming in short, sharp pants as her small fist worked the, tight flesh of his prick up and down. She palmed the rubbery head for a moment, thrilling to the sticky fluids seeping forth. She ran her thumb over the tip of his cock, feeling it jerk and throb.
The man finally came to life. He reached out for her taunting, pert tits, cupping them both in his big hands, covering them completely. He massaged the resilient flesh, jiggling them, feeling the small nipples burn and stiffen against his palms. He squeezed his fingers into the soft flesh, and Pamie moaned with the pleasure-pain that rippled through her body. Her face lifted, and the man's came down. When his lips pressed against hers, she parted them willingly, eagerly accepting his thick tongue in her warm, receptive mouth. She sucked on it, her hand beating swiftly, rhythmically, on his rigid cock while he fondled her tits. She squirmed her naked ass-cheeks on the leather seat as her pussy went wild with pleasure. She could feel her clitoris swelling and throbbing, and she whimpered into his mouth when one hand dropped from her tit and slipped down the shivering plane of her flat stomach, then around to stroke her hip.
Slowly, as though afraid she would suddenly disappear in a cloud of smoke, the man slipped his hand beneath her small ass, cupping the swelling cheeks. Pamie didn't go up in a puff of smoke, but she was smoldering. She writhed her ass in his palm, then started pulling from him, ready to take his swollen prick into her over-heating pussy, telling herself that she would get all of it in her no matter what.
Her very existence-her family's existence-depended on her ability to let this man fuck her, enjoy her, to his total satisfaction. She was more than willing to sacrifice her small, inexperienced pussy for her parents and brother even if it meant she would be ripped from asshole to belly button.
As she pulled away, the patrolman opened the door on his side and stepped on the sand, his thick cock swaying from the movement. Pamie suddenly visualized the monstrous cock of her father, and knew this man had one just as large. Suddenly, for some odd reason, Pamie thought he was changing his mind about fucking her.
She whimpered with fear, then started pleading with him.
"Please ... don't leave me, sir! Aren't I pretty enough for you? Oh, God, please ... do it to me! I'm ready ... I'm all wet, and I'm very good at it ... at fucking, sir! I know how to fuck a man real good." She was almost babbling with fear now. "Look ... look at me ... see how hot I am ... see how wet my cunt is, sir! Please ... Oh, you must ... you must fuck me, sir!"
The man didn't say anything until he had opened her side of the car and pulled her out. Pamie stood on the sand, looking up at him, her hands twisting nervously about in front of her naked body. She was ready to cry again ... cry for her mother and father and brother. It didn't matter what happened to her, but she did not want them to go to jail-she loved them so very much.
"So, you like to fuck, huh?" the man said, still holding her trembling shoulders.
"Oh, yes, sir!" Pamie cried eagerly. "Please ... let me show you! Here ... here, let ... let me just suck your cock for a bit. You'll see, sir ... I suck cock very good!"
Without waiting for his reply, Pamie dropped to her knees quickly, her hands reaching and stroking his waving prick, now before her face. She leaned close, her lips brushing the moist, dripping head. She started placing wet, eager kisses on it, and the big man shook as her tongue swiped around it, tasting the seeping juices. She swirled her tongue in circles, and after getting it as slippery as she could, she parted her lips, then closed around the head of his cock and began to suck hungrily, her tongue in constant motion, probing with swift, darting movements at the piss-hole. And while she sucked him, she gazed upwards into his face, silently pleading, wanting him to enjoy the oral attentions she was performing, wanting him to like her.
The man fondled the top of her head, running his finger through her long, soft hair while she sucked hard, jacking the shaft with both hands. When he touched her head, Pamie sucked harder yet, using her tongue in ways she had never known before. She sucked him by instinct, but with the added inducement of making it the best blow job he would ever experience. Pulling one hand from his cock, she ran it around his hips and started squeezing his ass-cheeks through the pants. Unable to take the full length of his prick into her mouth, she had to content herself with clinging to the head by holding her lips tight, in much the same manner she had with her father. She kept her tongue moving, swirling with a frenzy at the dripping piss-hole, wiping away the juices as they seeped forth, swallowing them when her mouth became full.
But this man didn't want Pamie to suck him any longer.
"Come on, girl," he said, his voice trembling with lust. "Get off your knees. I aim to fuck you!"
Relief flooded Pamie's mind, and she scrambled to her feet. It wasn't relief at having his cock out of her mouth-she would have sucked him to completion and drunk down his semen if that was what he wanted-it was relief that he wanted her any way he could have her. She looked about for a place to lie down, but the man pressed her toward the open door of the car. Finding herself being bent over the seat, her face pressed down into the leather and against the now cool moisture where her cunt had dripped, her feet hanging out, her naked and shapely ass-cheeks gleaming in the moonlight, she became apprehensive and fearful. Remembering the pain she had felt when her father had attempted to insert his prick into her, Pamie couldn't hold back the plea.
"Please, sir ... oh, dear God, please, sir ... be easy. Be gentle. Be gentle with me. I'm awfully small down there. Don't hurt me ... Oh, God, please don't hurt me!"
Pamie gasped in surprise.
The man, instead of pressing his cock against the quivering lips of her cunt, had suddenly dropped to his knees behind her waving ass. She felt his lips plant a kiss on one cheek, then the other. She whimpered again, but it was a whimper of pleasure when she felt his wet tongue lick over the creamy surfaces of her ass-cheeks. This was something new to her, but she found it was pleasant, and she liked what he was doing. She had to hold back a childish giggle of delight. Of its own volition, her cute ass wriggled into the man's face, her small body trembling as his tongue sent shiver after shiver of burgeoning lust bubbling into her nerve endings.
Oh ... oh, my! Ohhh ... that's ... that's nice! her mind flamed. Ohhhh ... no one has ever done this to me before. My God ... I like this!
She lifted her naked ass from the seat of the car, pressing her round cheeks hard into his slavering mouth, delighted at the powerful sensations washing through her veins as his tongue licked and loved her flesh. She could hear his harsh, struggled breathing, feel the scorching breath against her ass.
Pamie gasped again.
The man had started a circular licking around her asshole, then he began to lash the tip of his tongue up and down her cheeks, moving them inside until he was stabbing and licking her asshole. After a few strokes, and without warning, he shot his tongue against the pucker hard, probing.
Ohhhh, what he's doing to me! Ohhh, he shouldn't be doing that ... should he? But it does feel nice ... feels awfully good! Ahhhhh ... no! Not that! Please, not inside me ... not back there! But ... but, my God! He's doing it! Ohhhh ... he's ... he's putting his tongue ... putting his tongue inside my ass! Right up my ... my asshole! Woweee ... that's nasty! But ... but does it ever feel good! Oooooo....
The patrolman, still on his knees behind her, was gripping her hips in his huge hands, his face pressed deeply into the warm crevice of her ass, his lips wide open, pressed hard around the pink ring of her ass-hole, his tongue thrusting and twisting farther and farther into the tightness, past the resisting flesh. Pamie suddenly became aware of a sensation that was exquisite, something almost like the time she had experimented by shoving her own finger up there. And at the same time she felt a need to shit ... to shit right in his asshole-sucking face!
With the fear of an accidental bowel movement in her mind, Pamie squirmed her ass in an attempt to make him withdraw his plunging tongue, yet the more she squirmed, the deeper his oral appendage seemed to slice into her. Just when she felt it would happen, his tongue was removed. But only from inside her asshole ... it was now licking again ... up and down ... tracing a hot pattern from the asshole down to the hair-fringed hole of her pussy ... then from her excited clitoris, through the cunt lips, past her asshole to her tail bone.
There ... that's better, I like that ... his tongue is so warm ... so wet ... so hot! If he would just do that ... lick my bottom and kiss it the way he's doing now, why, I might ... I just might come!
But the uniformed man had no intentions of satisfying himself with the analingus performance. He wanted more-much, much more.
Pamie shivered as the warm night air wafted across her thoroughly wet ass-cheeks when he lifted his face away. She started to turn over onto her back, prepared to take his prick into her pussy, ready to be fucked-sacrificed-but when she started to roll, the man placed a restraining hand on the small of her back.
"No, stay where you are, girl," he said. "I told you I wanted a piece of your ass-not your cunt!"
Pamie didn't know what he was talking about until she felt the fleshy, blunt head of his cock probing between her ass, seeking her asshole. Then, as his words penetrated her burning brain, she began to twist her ass and sob.
"Oh, no! Not there! Please, sir! You mustn't ... you can't put it there ... it won't fit! Ohhh, God ... don't do this to me, sir! Not back there! Put it in my pussy, sir! I can't ... won't be able to do it back there! You'll kill me ... you're too big! Please ... please...."
"Don't give me that shit!" he snarled down at her. "I've fucked lots of you runaway cunts up the ass! That little asshole will stretch, don't worry. Hell, you might even like it-most do."
Pamie closed the sphincter of her asshole tight, trying to prevent the invasion. But, of course, such action did no good. Her ass-cheeks and asshole was dripping with his saliva now, and the thick head of his cock was slippery with the oozing sperm. The harder he pressed, the more painful it was. Again Pamie was crying, feeling horribly humiliated.
But she knew she was helpless to resist this brutal pervert. She knew she had to do this ... had to let him puncture and fuck her in the ass. If she didn't go through with it, she and her family would be arrested and jailed. They would be disgraced before all their friends. She could not allow that to happen, no matter what happened to her-no matter the pain. She was the only one who could prevent total disaster, the only one who held the key to her family's survival, and she would make this supreme sacrifice. She would not fight against the attack on her virgin asshole ... she would take it, grit her teeth, and do her best to make it very good for him.
So, gritting her teeth hard, she tried to relax the muscles of her asshole, and a sudden scream of excruciating pain ripped from her mouth. She felt as if her small body was being torn apart back there, felt as though someone had driven a hot jack hammer into her never-before-fucked asshole.
"Oh ... oh ... oh," she yelped. She pressed her fist hard into her mouth to cut off the sounds. I can't ... I just can't do it this way! her mind screamed in agony. Her other hand clawed and tore at the leather seat. I can't take it! No there! Ohhhh, my God ... God ... it's unbearable! He'll tear me ... rip me ... kill me! I've got to stop him ... somehow! Make him do it to me the right way ... make him stick it in my cunt! Oh, God ... God! Make him take it out of me ... out of my ass! Somebody ... anybody ... make him stop!
"It hurts!" she screamed against her fist, unable to hold it back as the pain increased. "Ohhhh ... it hurts too much! Please ... take it out ... take it out of me, sir!"
"Shut up!" the man snarled, hunching his groin downward and inward brutally. "You can take it ... any fucking girl can take a cock up the ass!"
"Aaaiieeeee!" she screamed as the full thickness speared deeply into her tortured ass. "Oh ... oh ... uh ... uh! No more ... don't! Please, sir....no more! Don't put any more of it in me!"
Ignoring the tormented young girl, not paying heed to her pained cries, the man lunged into her with all his brute strength, sinking his prick into her bowels. Pamie, through the searing pain, felt the rough fabric of his pants scrape the delicate flesh of her ass, and knew beyond a doubt that she was now impaled beyond recovery. Her tiny asshole felt as though it was now split wide open, savagely ripped all the way to her belly button.
The man was now fucking her, stabbing his long, throbbing prick rhythmically in and out of her clasping asshole, his hands clutching her hips. Pamie couldn't move, nor did she want to, afraid any movement on her part would only create more pain.
The patrolman lifted her ass as he drove into her, sinking deeper and deeper yet. She had the odd sensation that he was now entering her stomach, and insanely, an image formed in her brain of being found on the beach in the early sunlight of dawn, her asshole ripped past all repair, dead and bleeding from this sadistic assault.
But then-something was happening.
Pamie suddenly didn't feel any more pain-none at all. Just a throbbing sensation in her asshole that turned into something pleasurable. Amazed at this sudden transformation from pain to pleasure, Pamie decided to experiment. She lifted her ass-cheeks now of her own volition, feeling the thickness of his cock drive in and out of her ass.
It's not possible, she thought. It can't be possible ... how can this be? What's happening? Why ... it's good! It actually feels good back there, now! Ohhh ... yes! My, my yes! It does! Ahhhh ... yes, yes....
Without actually being aware of her action, Pamie brought her knees up onto the seat of the car, keeping her head flat down. She sneaked one hand around and behind her impaled ass, clutching one cheek, pulling it wider apart until she could feel his thick prick move deeper and harder into her overstretched, velvety asshole.
"Wowee! Golly! Oh, do it ... do it!" she squealed with pleasure, waving her uplifted ass in eager invitation. "Aahhhh ... yes, I do like it! Ohhh ... I really like doing it this way! More ... fill my ass more ... more! Ah, give me more cock ... fuck my ass!"
"I told you! I told you!" the man shouted gleefully, lunging harder into her ass, not caring whether he bruised those delicate cheeks or not.
Pamie started rocking and twisting her ass, rotating from side to side as her cunt squinched up, the juices flowing down her inner thighs like hot rivulets. Her pussy twitched deliciously, her clitoris swollen and inflamed with excitement, but her asshole held the most feeling, created the most pleasure in her body. Her tits swelled until they became extremely hard, the erect nipples pressing into the leather of the seat. Her asshole was no longer trying to ward off the invasion; she was banging her bottom against the man now, as energetically as she could, savage and animalistic, mewling and murmuring for more of the sensational delights that blazed in her mind and boiled in her veins. Every nerve of her naked body was alive with sensitivity.
"Ohhh ... fuck me! Fuck me right up the asshole ... screw the shit out of me! Split my motherfucking ass! God ... dear God ... anything ... anything you want! My ass ... is on fire! I can't help it ... oooo, I can't ... I can't! Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck my goddamn hot ass!"
She was not really aware of the lewd words dripping from her puffy mouth, only aware of the fantastic sensations her body was experiencing. Gyrating her ass furiously, she bounced and writhed and tossed back and forth, making tight little circles as her asshole clutched and sucked at his pile-driving cock. She could feel the rumblings of her orgasm growing, boiling in the depths of her stomach. "Ohhh ... I'm coming! I'm ... coming ... coming!"
Her hand left the smooth cheek of her ass and darted between her spread thighs, digging harshly into the convulsing passage of her cunt. She was in the mind-bending throes of a most tremendous orgasm that not only shook her naked body, but the very core of her being. She wasn't sure from what hole she was coming, but she knew it seemed to be everywhere. She was amazed it could happen at all.
"Ohhhh, you too!" she murmured, clawing at her sensitive clitoris with alternate thrusts into her dripping pussy. "You too ... come in me! Come in my ass! Shoot your come up my asshole! Let me feel it squirt in me!"
As though his balls had heard her plea, they responded, and Pamie squealed when she felt the great cock swell and begin its geyser-like spurting. She was flooded with his thick sperm as he discharged copiously into her now eager ass.
She felt the hot liquid gush forth and splash hotly into her bowels, and with it came another orgasm to her already shuddering, excited body. She could hear-dimly-the moans of the man as he continued his wild lunging into her receptive asshole, and she was vaguely aware of her ass clenching and sucking at the squirting prick.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pamie pulled her jeans up over her round ass, watching the red tail lights of the patrol car disappear over the top of the hill. Her asshole felt as though it had been stretched all out of proportion and would never be the same again. She could feel the tiny throbbing of the muscles back there, and it was a pleasant, satisfying throb.
She had experienced a dual orgasm-vaginal and rectal. As the car left her sight, she giggled at what had happened to her.
He had told her it was almost midnight, and although he had offered to drive her to the edge of the small settlement up the highway, Pamie had declined, afraid he would not keep his bargain.
Now, as she buttoned her skintight jeans and pulled the sweatshirt over her head, she was once more aware of the hunger pains in her stomach. The candy bar she had eaten only intensified her hunger, and she knew she had to find someplace to spend the night. Now that it was over, she was more tired than ever. She stood for a moment, and shivered as she watched the damp fog roll in from the sea. Wearily, walking slightly spraddle-legged, she began to move along the moist sand of the beach.
After she had walked a mile or so, Pamie came to a small cabin situated just off the highway. It was dark, but she pounded on the door anyway, and not getting an answer, she tried the latch. It was locked. Tired and sleepy, hunger gnawing at her stomach, she walked around the shack, looking for a way to get inside. She found a small window about shoulder high, but it, too, was locked. Looking around, she found a small stick, and using that as a club, she shattered the glass. Brushing the splintered shards from the sill, she grasped it and heaved herself up. Worming her shoulders through the small opening, she found herself w-edged at the hips, half in and half out. Struggling to pull her body through, she found it was hopeless-she was trapped in her awkward position, shoulders inside, legs and bottom out.
Then she heard the whispered voices behind her.
"What's he doing in there?" a young voice said.
"That ain't no he ... that's a she," another voice, equally young, answered.
"Yeah, how do you know?"
"Can't you tell the difference between a boy's ass and a girl's?" came the disgusted reply. "Aw, you can't, either."
"Yes, I can, too." the knowledgeable voice answered. "A girl has a round ass, a boy ain't built like that."
"I bet it's a boy," challenged the young voice. "Wanna bet?"
"Sure ... I got two perch here. I bet them against that big bass."
"It's a bet."
"How are we gonna find out?"
"Easy," said the adolescent voice. "See ... she's stuck in the window. We'll just pull her pants down and have a look."
"No!" Pamie shouted from her head-down position, struggling furiously. "I'm a girl! Please help me out of here. I'm stuck! I can't move in either direction!"
"See, I told you she's a girl!" came a gleeful voice.
"Hey ... are you really stuck there, lady?" a boy's voice called her.
"Can't you see? Please, help me out of here," Pamie pleaded.
"Whatcha doing, breaking in?"
"No, no, I just want out!" Pamie kicked her feet, thrashing around.
"I don't believe that ass belongs to a girl, it just sounds like a boy," snickered one of the little boys.
"All right, we'll just see!"
Pamie felt small hands on her jeans, then the cool blade of a fishing knife against her back. Fright rippled through her, then she felt the knife cut into the material, and once again found herself with her naked ass waving in the air, exposed to male eyes.
"Hey, don't do that! Don't make her naked!"
"Aw, she's stuck, can't you see that? What can she do about it, anyway?"
"I don't know," the other voice said, and Pamie thought she could detect fear there. "It don't seem right. We could get in a lot of trouble."
"Look at that ass!"
"Yeah!" The voice sounded awed.
"Hey, you ever put it in a girl before?"
"No, have you?"
"Naw. I wouldn't know how to do it," confessed a small voice.
"I know how.-My brother told me," said a wise voice. "See ... look at that slit there ... where the hair is. That's her cunt, see ... you stick your pecker in there and fuck her. That's all there is to it."
"Hey, let me feel it!"
Pamie felt a small hand working around her exposed pussy, and she started struggling all the more to free herself. But the harder she struggled and wriggled, the tighter she became. "Please, fellas," she begged with shame in her voice. "Don't do that! It isn't nice! Help me out of here. Please, pretty please."
"Hey, look! I can put my finger in there!"
"Sure you can, dummy! A girl's cunt can take a pecker, too. That's what a pussy is for. Man, you sure are a stupid shit!"
"Let's ... let's fuck her," a hushed voice said.
"Naw, we can't do that ... that's rape," the other boy said. "You can go to reform school, doing it to a girl unless she wants it."
"Well ... let's stick some rocks in her cunt."
Oh, God! Pamie's mind burned. What nasty, filthy little boys! I've got to get loose ... I can't just let them do that to me! Rocks ... my Lord!
"Here, stick this pole up her cunt," a voice said, thick with excitement, yet there was a tinge of fear, too.
"You don't think it'll hurt her, do you?"
"Naw, you can put anything in a girl's cunt. Go ahead, try it."
"Naw, you do it."
"You're the one who wanted to-you stick it in her."
Pamie felt the blunt end of something strange and hard being shoved between her thrashing thighs, and then it was pressing the lips of her cunt, then it was inside her. She began to thrash wildly, kicking her feet and trying to dislodge whatever was in her, feeling totally degraded and shamed by what they were doing to her. She pleaded with the two youngsters, but nothing she said would stop them.
"Jesus! Look how far the pole goes in her!"
"I told you, a girl's cunt can take anything!" came a triumphant and squeaky voice.
She felt the pole working in and out of her pussy, and she thrashed harder in an effort to reject the alien instrument from her body-but it didn't work. She began to cry again, wishing she had never left home in the first place. There was nothing she could do to make those dirty little boys leave her alone. She was at their mercy, unable to defend herself against whatever they wanted to do with her. It seemed everyone was trying to do something with her slender body.
Finally though, mercifully, the pole was removed from her cunt. Again she tried to pull her w-edged body free.
"Let's shove her inside," a voice said.
"Why? Let her hang there with her ass sticking out. It ain't none of our business."
"Aw, we can't do that. Come on, help me push her in."
"Let's take these pants off first. You already cut them so they ain't no good anymore."
Pamie felt her jeans pulled from her feet, then two pairs of small hands began to push at her naked ass-cheeks. Her flailing hands found a table beneath them, and she clutched it, pulling as the hands pushed. She felt something cut into her flesh as she fell headlong through the window, almost falling on top of her head. She rolled from the table, landing on the floor of the shack with a loud thump.
"Come on, we better get out of here," a voice whispered.
Pamie scrambled to her feet, feeling a small trickle of warm blood on her hip. She peered through the broken window and saw two small boys, not even in their teens, running down the beach in the moonlight, fishing poles over their shoulders.
Her jeans were nowhere in sight. Feeling around in the darkness, she located a small kerosene lamp and a booklet of matches. She lit the lamp and looked around. It was a small, one-room affair, roughly built, with fishing gear scattered about in a helter-skelter fashion. A small, narrow bed, along with the table and two straight-back chairs were all the furniture she could see.
Now, with the dim, flickering light of the lamp, she examined the small cut on her hip. It wasn't serious, and already the bleeding had stopped. Rummaging around in the mess of the cabin, Pamie found a small can of beans and a rusty opener. She ate the cold beans ravenously, then crawled onto the small bed, pulling a torn blanket up around her hips, and was sound asleep in seconds.
CHAPTER NINE
At first she didn't know where she was.
The sun was just coming over the low mountainous horizon, and the fog had disappeared sometime in the early hours of the morning. At first, she didn't know what had awakened her, then she heard the sound again.
Someone was trying to get inside!
Frantically, Pamie looked around for the blanket she had used, but it seemed to have gone during the night. She had to have something to cover her nakedness, and fast, but all she could see was an old plastic raincoat. Quickly, she grabbed it and wrapped it around her body, eyes wide with panic as the door slammed open.
"What the hell?" the man said as he moved inside. "What are you doing in here, kid?"
"I ... I'm...." Pamie tried to find her voice.
"What are you mumbling about now, Howard?" a female voice said behind the man. "I swear, you can argue more than any man I know."
"Who's arguing?" the man said, grinning broadly as he stepped into the shack. "I never argue when I find a naked broad, you know that, Chris."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" the woman said. "You always have pussy on the brain. I swear, with an imagination like yours, it's no wonder you have that goddamn perpetual hard-on. You see cunt everywhere you look."
Pamie pulled the raincoat tighter around her body, peering at the man and woman as they came into the cabin. She was like a frightened, trapped little animal, but she had no place to run.
"Why, she's just a kid," the woman said, coming from behind the man. "And look at the poor thing ... she's scared to death."
The woman came over and sat down on the narrow bed, reaching out to brush Pamie's dark hair from her face. Pamie cringed back against the wall, her throat giving out with a lost whimper.
"There, there," the woman said in a soothing tone. "You don't have any reason to be afraid of us, dear."
"Please, may I...."
"How long have you been in here, kid?" the man said gruffly, placing his fishing tackle on the floor and coming closer. He bent over to inspect Pamie closely, then his thick lips curled into an evil grin. "By God, Chris, she's a pretty one, isn't she?"
"I recognize that gleam in your eyes, Howard," the woman replied. "Why don't you go out and do your fishing? I'll see if I can get this kid cleaned up a bit. She's probably one of those runaways you hear so much about-there's so many of them now days."
The man gazed over Pamie again, running his tongue over the thick, sensual lips, then picked up his tackle and left the cabin. Pamie, still cringing in fright against the rough, wooden wall, stared at the woman who was smiling back at her.
"We aren't going to hurt you, dear." Her voice sounded friendly enough. "But you are one frightened girl, aren't you? Here, let me get a better look at you."
Pamie's fingers tightened on the raincoat as the woman reached for it, remembering her nakedness. "Please, ma'am ... I'll leave. I'll go," she said in a small voice. "I didn't mean to ... to break your window. I had to find someplace to sleep."
"Oh, don't worry about that old window, dear," the woman said, tugging at the raincoat gently, firmly. "Your face is a mess. Why, you've been crying, haven't you?"
Despite the hold Pamie had on the raincoat, she felt it being pulled from her hands. She crossed her arms over the small, pointed breasts, lifting one slender thigh and placing it over the other in an attempt to conceal her hair-lined cunt. Her eyes, huge and moist, stared back at the woman, her lips quivering and puckering as if she was ready to cry again.
"Why, you poor darling," the woman said softly. "You're naked! Where in the world are your clothes?"
Pamie wanted to answer, but she couldn't. She was too frightened, her body shaking ... and she didn't know why. There was something about the woman, something different from the friendly manner she was showing, something she couldn't understand, and despite all that had happened to her lately, she felt friendly toward the woman, yet there was a clanging, flashing bell of warning inside her mind.
She watched as the woman stood up, going to the corner where a five-gallon water can stood. She stared as the woman bent over and dampened a small wash cloth. She noticed the woman was wearing a pair of old pants-men's pants-and a sweatshirt similar to the one she had removed sometime during the night when it became twisted about her neck. The woman came back to the bed, sitting down again. Pamie remained still, her body trembling visibly now and as the woman washed her face with the cold water.
Although she had not realized it, her body had become sandy and smudged with dirt during the past day, and as the woman tried to wipe away some of the grime, her finger brushed over one of Pamie's sensitive nipples. The response was immediate to Pamie. The sweet pink bud became erect and-inflamed, stiffening despite the cold cloth and her inner fear.
The woman seemed not to notice the reaction as she continued to wash the tits. Although Pamie felt a small amount of revulsion at having another woman touch her there, she knew she was reacting to the fingers and cloth. Her body, against all orders from her mind, was betraying her all over again. An image formed in her brain-an image of that day with her mother, the tingling thrills of what had happened, of what her mother had done to her; and Pamie felt the bruised lips of her cunt grow moist, pulsating gently.
Her relief was great when the woman finally stopped running the cloth over her, and she gratefully accepted the cup of steaming coffee that was handed to her. She sipped the liquid, feeling its warmth fill her empty stomach.
"You poor thing," the woman said, watching Pamie drink. "You're not much more than a child. What could have happened to you to make you so frightened of me ... of us?"
Pamie remained silent. She wanted to trust this gentle woman, but she couldn't because of that instinctive warning signal that clanged maddeningly inside her head. The way the woman looked at her, the remarks the woman had made when they entered the shack, all of that bothered Pamie. Fighting against the thoughts that flowed in her mind, she controlled her shivering body long enough to relax for a few minutes, and although her proud tits were fully exposed and erect, she kept her pussy well hidden with the crossed thigh. She didn't even resist when the woman pulled her against her soft breasts and cuddled her.
"You have nothing to fear, darling." The woman's voice was soothing. "My husband and I love children. We wouldn't hurt you for anything."
Pamie felt the softness of the woman's tits against her face, and she began to feel a sort of security, ignoring the bell in back of her head. It was comforting to feel the hands brush up and down her naked back, caressing her as though she were a small baby.
Then the man returned.
"Now, that's what I call a pretty picture," he laughed. "I see why you wanted to get my ass out of here, Chris. You wanted the cunt for yourself, didn't you?"
"Is that all you ever think about, Howard?"
"Is there anything else to think about?" His voice turned low and dirty. "Tight pussy ... young pussy ... is far and few between. Hell, you, of all people, ought to know that."
"I don't care," the woman called Chris said, hugging Pamie tighter to her tits. "I won't let you hurt this child ... she's almost a baby."
"Don't act so goddamn innocent, Chris. Where the hell do you get off-acting like her goddamn mother? You want her little ass just as much as me. Besides, she's a fucking runaway, isn't she? Who the hell would ever know about it? It's for damn sure she wouldn't do any talking."
Before Pamie could digest this bit of information and react to it, the man had gripped her arm and pulled her from the woman's hands. He shoved her roughly down onto the bed, and as she fell backward, her legs flew high into the air, then wide apart, exposing the very thing she had been trying to hide from them.
"Howard!" the woman's voice lifted. "I told you ... you aren't to hurt this child!"
The man ignored his wife. He rummaged around in his tackle box and found some strong nylon fishing line, which he then tied about Pamie's left wrist. He secured it to the corner of the bed above Pamie's head. The girl, almost out of her mind with fear once more, struggled, but his fingers were like a vise as he jerked the right hand up and secured it to the other corner of the narrow bed.
"What ... what are you doing to me?" Pamie sobbed, trying to free her hands, but the harder she pulled, the deeper the thin nylon cut into her flesh.
"Please, don't do this to me! Oh, please, sir! Ma'am ... make him stop this. I didn't mean to break your window!"
In her terror, Pamie was sure he was punishing her for breaking into the cabin. She had no thoughts of sexual abuse. The woman stood silently, watching as her husband continued to bind the girl to the bed until she was secured in a helpless, spread-eagle position, everything she had exposed to them. A deep flush of shame burned on her cheeks when she realized she was wide open and vulnerable. The man made fast work of tying her ankles to the other corners of the bed, and then he stepped back, surveying his handiwork, gazing at the squirming, sobbing victim.
She continued to twist and fight against the binding fishing line, turning and thrashing until the cord cut into her flesh painfully. She thought she could feel blood trickling down her wrist and ankles. Maybe ... maybe they're going to ... to kill me!
"What have you got to say now, Chris?" the man laughed lewdly. "Still don't want me to hurt her?"
"God ... you're a bastard!" Chris said, her voice low and throaty. "You know fucking good and well I can't resist-not when you tie someone up like that. Oh, she's delightful! Such a sweet little cunt she has!"
"Yeah, I'm a bastard, but I know you, Chris," the man laughed at his wife. "I bet your pussy is dripping all over the place by now. Well ... she's nice and secure. You want her first?"
Thoroughly frightened out of her wits, Pamie was amazed at the sudden change that came over the woman. She had been so gentle before, but now, with Pamie tied in such a vulnerable and helpless position, the transformation had come swiftly. The woman licked her lips hungrily, and her eyes were gleaming with unmistakable lust.
Pamie had never heard of such people before, didn't know such perversion existed.
Chris moved to stand at the side of the bed, her eyes burning with unfocused lust as she stared down at the naked, still squirming body.
"I'm terribly sorry, darling," Chris said, her voice low and shaky. She leaned over and placed her hands on Pamie's jutting tits, her fingers digging, squeezing hard. "I just can't help myself. When I see a person-man or woman-tied up like this ... I just go to pieces! I almost come in my drawers!"
Through stinging, blurring tears, Pamie saw the man haul his semierected cock from his pants. He began to jack off openly, his fist moving back and forth on the slowly stiffening shaft, stimulating himself until his prick was standing straight up, throbbing powerfully. The woman's hands left her tits, and she began to remove her sweat shirt and pants. Chris kicked them free of her feet and stood naked in the center of the dusty floor.
Despite her predicament, Pamie couldn't help but notice the curling, thick mass of cunt hair between the thighs of Chris, or the way the man's cock bulged and jerked.
"This beats the shit out of fishing, don't it, Chris?" the woman's husband said thickly, moving toward the foot of the bed and gazing between Pamie's widely spread thighs, looking directly at the soft-haired slit, seeing the sensitive, small clitoris peeking from the moist folds of her pussy. His fist beat a bit faster. "Christ ... she's got one sweet little pussy there!"
"You keep on beating that cock, Howard, and you're liable to come all over the poor thing," Chris said, leaning over and looking down at Pamie's quivering pussy. Pamie started twisting again, staring up with her huge eyes at the naked man and woman, unable to take her eyes from them. Both husband and wife were now erotically involved in self-stimulation, unashamedly jacking off and finger-fucking.
She looked from the swollen cock of the man, to the bushy pussy of the woman, and saw Chris slip a finger between the lips of her cunt and thrust it deeply into the moist hole, plunging it in and out as though using a small cock. The woman's tits were large, but not as large as her mother's, billowing out in stark whiteness with angry red nipples that jutted upward. Although helpless, it was very fascinating to Pamie. She had never seen a man or a woman masturbate before.
While she finger-fucked herself, Chris reached her other hand down and rubbed a finger over the slit between Pamie's thighs. An immediate reaction came over the bound girl. Her hips jerked of their own volition, responding to the digital caress, and she squirmed her naked ass on the bed.
Oh, my ... I can't control myself ... can't help it! What are they doing to me! Ohhh, it feels good! Watching them jerk off ... sticking a finger in me down there ... up my cunt! Golly ... I'm so nasty! These two are wicked ... evil ... perverted! And what about me? I'm just as bad, aren't I? Worse really ... because ... because I like it! I love it! They have me tied up and I'm afraid! And yet ... Oh Lord! I love what they're doing! I'm a horrible girl ... as nasty as they are! Ooooooo ... Golly....
"Oh my," Chris said, moving her fingers over Pamie's now intensely inflamed, excited clitoris. "Look, Howard ... look how wet the child is getting! Her little cunt is juicing up nicely."
"Yeah," Howard grunted, squeezing his prick, jerking faster and faster. "Come on, Chris ... stop fucking around and get with it!"
"But darling," Chris breathed heavily, "I thought that was the whole idea. Didn't you tie her up so we could fuck around with her?"
"Don't be a smart-ass! You know what I mean," he snarled.
"That I do ... oh, I know, all right!"
Pamie's tongue felt thick and swollen inside her mouth. She wanted to protest this treatment, this violation of her naked body, but she couldn't. Her mind told her to speak up, to scream her disgust and revulsion, but her body responded of its own volition, ignoring her silent pleas. She felt the delicious sensations of pleasure tingle and bubble through her body as Chris manipulated the tiny, explosive bud of her clitoris, and against her mental will, Pamie arched her open crotch as high as she could to meet the probing, feeling finger of the woman. She wanted it ... wanted it shoved into her now burning, itching pussy ... into that thirsting hole ... wanted it terribly.
Chris dipped her finger into the puffy lips of Pamie s pussy, wriggled it around a few times, then withdrew it. Pamie watched with heated surprise as the woman brought the glistening finger to her lips, sniffed once, then snaked her long pink tongue out to lick up the slippery juices. After she had licked it, Chris then thrust her finger between her lips and sucked on it, poking it in and out. Her other hand continued its delving thrusts into her own pussy.
"What a sweet, tasty little cunt you have, darling," she said. "I don't know whether I should let my husband fuck you first, or if I should eat it. Which would you prefer, dear?" The last words were directed at her husband.
"I've got to fuck her!" the man cried out. "If I don't poke my cock up that little pussy, I'll blow my fucking nuts here and now!"
"Well, since you're so hot, go ahead," Chris agreed.
The man crawled onto the bed, positioning himself between the spread thighs, guiding his long prick down to the entrance of the lusciously exposed cunt-that pulsating, forever betraying hole that ignored all commands from her brain.
He's going to ... to fuck me! He's going to stick that thing in me and fuck me! Ohhhh, Lord ... I'm tied up ... helpless ... and I want it! It's the most insane thing ... wicked ... dirty! But ... I want to get fucked! Fucked while I'm helpless like this! Ohhhh ... what a nasty, wicked girl I am!
She felt the rubbery head of the man's cock slip between the lips of her pussy, and without thinking about it, she lifted her ass as far up in the air as she could, helping him stab her pussy-aiding this man in the penetration.
"Ohhhhh ... Ohhhhh...." she cooed as the thick, long prick was buried deep in her clasping, sucking pussy. "Yes ... oh, please! Yes ... yes ... yes! Do it to me! Give me all of it! Shove it in me! Fuck me ... fuck me!" Her voice rose to almost a shrill scream, her head rolling from side to side as her passion boiled out of control.
"Goddamn ... goddamn," the man grunted as he slipped the full length of his cock into her ready cunt. "She's tight ... tight as a motherfucker! And hot! Oh, shit ... a hot, tight little cunt!"
Chris, still watching, her finger driving in and out of her hairy cunt as she stroked a thumb over her stiffened clitoris, sucked in her breath as she saw her husband's cock enter the girl-child's body. Her eyes blazed with undisguised lust.
"Fuck her, Howard! Fuck the little cunt! Fuck her hard ... stretch her sweet little pussy! Ohhh ... my cunt's so fucking hot! I'm on fire ... my pussy is on fire! I'm burning up ... oh, fuck her good!"
Pamie listened and felt the long cock stretch her pussy until she could take no more, but the man was totally immersed now, and as he lunged down, Pamie arched her crotch up to meet his prick-hard-with a little cry of delight.
She didn't think anything of the swift transformation from fear to lust, of her willingness to accept this strange predicament she found herself in. She didn't want to-couldn't-dwell on her strange, seesaw emotions ... not with that rigid thing down there filling her with so much delicious hardness and pleasure. Her flat stomach rippled with hidden, tightening muscles as she struggled to bounce and buck her ass with him, unmindful of the cutting fishing line.
Oh ... if only my hands were untied, Pamie's mind said as her pleasure increased as the man drove time and again into her receptive cunt. Why don't they untie me ... let me use my hands ... feel them! Oh, I'd ... I'd even touch her ... feel of her ... play with her pussy ... finger fuck her! I'd shove my finger in her cunt and do it to her that way ... while her husband fucks me! Don't they understand now? They must understand I want it. Ohhhh ... it's glorious ... sweet bliss! His cock feels so good ... up my pussy! Oh, my ... I'd even take it up my asshole ... my mouth ... any fucking place he wants!
Squirming her ass on the narrow bed, Pamie bit into her pouting bottom lip as the passion grew stronger, swelling like a gigantic bubble in the pit of her stomach. She gazed with longing between the woman's thighs, watching the finger appear, only to disappear into that great hairy slit, seeing the flowing moisture glisten on the inner thighs.
Chris looked at Pamie's contorted but still pretty face, seeming to understand what Pamie's mind was silently saying. She leaned over and cupped one firm tit in her hand, squeezing and pinching it. Her mouth moved down and pressed at the puffy lips of the girl. Pamie sucked the woman's lips hungrily, her hips revolving furiously as the man lunged wildly in and out of her straining cunt. Pamie accepted the tongue of the woman into her mouth and toyed with it, sucking, licking, feeling one huge tit brush across her inflamed nipples. She uttered a small sob against the woman's mouth, fighting and dueling with the thrusting tongue. With a small, wet plop, the woman pulled her tongue from Pamie's clutching lips and darted her face down, licking and sucking at the rubbery nipples.
"Oh, yes!" Pamie murmured, her hips churning in a frenzy of lust as the man continued his powerful, unrelenting drive into her deliciously stretched slit, filling her heated hole with his jerking, throbbing prick. His hands clawed at her small hips, raising her wide open crotch as high as possible and restricting some of the furious movements she was making, but he couldn't hold her back completely-nothing could have prevented Pamie from screwing her ass in all directions right then.
"Ohhh ... fuck me! Make me come ... ooooo, it's a wonderful prick! Suck ... suck my tits! Eat my tits ... bite my fucking nipples ... bite them off!"
The man chuckled lewdly, somewhat idiotically, as he stared down at the writhing, contorted, steaming girl-child, watching his wife's mouth devour the sensitive tips of those small, perfectly shaped tits. "You like it, don't you girl? You really get turned on by fucking, don't you?"
"Yes ... yes!" Pamie screamed. "I like it ... I love it ... I love being fucked!"
Chris lifted her face from the saliva-wet titties, then without speaking, she stood up on the bed, her ass-cheeks toward her husband's face. Pamie looked up between the woman's thighs and saw the hairy, puffy mound jutting forward. Her eyes widened as the woman placed a foot on either side of her shoulders, then began to squat slowly. Pamie licked nervously at her lips, watching the hair-fringed cunt come closer and closer to her face. This was something she had not counted on, but it seemed as if the moment of truth had finally arrived.
Chris continued squatting, grinning broadly between her widespread knees down at Pamie. She placed the dripping pussy directly over Pamie's face, just inches away. Pamie's senses reeled as a musky, not entirely unpleasant scent drifted to her nostrils. The woman's body was trembling, and Pamie was certain she could actually feel the lust of the woman wrapping around her head. Chris was staring down at Pamie, her eyes holding a wild, pleading expression. Pamie felt her own lust burst in answer, and her mixed-up emotions flared. A soft sob came from her mouth, and with a quick cry, she lifted her head and pressed her face tight into the hairy crotch, kissing eagerly at the moist, pulsating pussy lips.
"That's the idea, darling," the woman whispered huskily. "Eat me ... eat my box! Suck my cunt ... tongue-fuck my pussy!"
Pamie obeyed, and she didn't need the commands from the woman. She did it of her own volition. Her small body racked by mindless pleasure, her mind blazing, she began to lick at the swollen clitoris of the squatting woman, her hips still churning and bucking against the man's plunging cock. She could feel the greatest of all pleasures-the impending orgasm boiling around inside her body. And as the pleasure grew to unbearable sensation, her tongue swirled in a frenzy, lapping here ... licking there ... probing at the fleshy parts of the hairy cunt, tasting the thick, slippery juices that flowed unceasingly from the woman.
Her face became smeared with the sticky substance, but Pamie didn't care at all. All that mattered to her was the exquisite deliciousness that was happening to her-to her body ... her mind. She stiffened her tongue and drove it relentlessly into the woman's pussy, trying to shove it deeper. She could feel the lips of the hairy hole clasp and pull at her tongue, and this created even more pleasure for her already excited passions.
The musky odor of the woman's genitals assaulted her delicate nostrils, serving to increase Pamie's lust, and she dipped and rolled her tongue in and out of the pulsating pussy as far as she could, her nose wrapped in the moist folds and pressing against the swollen clitoris. Pamie could hardly breathe, her face completely covered by the cunt lips and hair, with just her eyes staring up blindly at the woman, but she wanted to lick and suck this tasty cunt even if she smothered. Images of her mother's naked body seemed to burn in the back of her brain, and Pamie had the sensation that it was not this strange woman she was performing her oral act on, but her mother.
As this sensation came to her, she began to think it was her father's enormous cock that was fucking her, and she was eating her mother's twat at the same time.
Ohhh, Daddy ... Daddy ... fuck me! Fuck me good ... while I suck Mother's cunt! It's so good, Daddy ... ooooo ... doing it with both of you at the same time! I love it ... I really love it! I love you ... I love both of you! Fuck me ... fuck me ... Daddy ... Mother....
"You sweet, sweet thing, you!" the woman murmured, rocking her crotch back and forth, sliding her cunt on Pamie's face. "Oh, suck me, darling! Suck my cunt out good! Ahhhh ... that's the way ... tongue-fuck my hot pussy! Oh, my ... what a wonderful little cunt-eater you are!"
Pamie heard the words, her mind becoming even more inflamed, and she went after the hairy hole of the woman like an animal devouring raw meat. Her hips churned as much as possible as the man plunged in and out with the frenzy of his approaching explosion.
She felt her body shake and tremble violently, then she began to shudder as the release clutched her inner being, and Pamie moaned into the wet cunt of the woman. Her pussy became more sensitive than ever, and her moan became a scream, muffled by the hairy opening, her climax crashing down to toss her small body on a sea of sensual bliss.
"I'm coming!" she shouted around the pussy. "Ohhhh, here it comes! I'm...."
Pamie felt the man's cock swell up, then it seemed to go completely out of control, jerking spasmodically as he lunged hard into her convulsing pussy, the thick semen gushing forth and washing the steaming, dark interior of her cunt. Not only was her pussy in convulsions, but she felt as if her whole body-her complete being-was one great orgasm. She felt, too, the woman's cunt lips clasp and relax around her again-thrusting tongue, and her mouth seemed to be filling with the sticky secretions that became so slippery Pamie had difficulty keeping her lips pressed to the cunt.
The hair-lined crotch jerked back and forth, sliding from her chin to nose, and Pamie was certain her tongue made a few licks across the puckered asshole of the woman, but at the moment she couldn't have cared less. Her sensations were too great ... too intense ... too wonderful.
Feeling the thick cock stuffed into her pussy and the clasping lips of a woman's cunt around her tongue, Pamie felt herself soar into another orgasm that was even more intense, and her mind blasted into a delirium with what was happening to her. She didn't want it ever to stop ... ever end. She was alone now, floating on a white, fleecy cloud of fleshly delights.
It was late afternoon, and Pamie was still tied securely to the bed. She had been abused sexually many times throughout the day, and the only thing that bothered her was the response she had shown. This frightened her somewhat. She was no longer afraid of this strange man and woman, and she had wantonly participated in all they wanted her to do, although they refused to untie her.
Now, though, she was tied in a different position-one in which she could look down at her still naked and exposed body. She was in a sitting position, with her hands tied behind her back, sitting in one of the straight-backed, wooden chairs. Her knees had been drawn up until her chin rested on them, but right now they were pulled wide apart. A fishing line ran behind her knees and was tied to the back of the chair, her ass-cheeks almost over the edge of the seat. She looked down at her displayed pussy, seeing the semen dripping obscenely from it, to run over the smooth cheeks. She was not injured in any way, with the exception of the marks at her ankles and wrist where she had first struggled in the initial, wild assault.
She was thankful they had given her food, although she didn't care for the peanut butter sandwiches. Still, it had caused her hunger pains to stop gnawing. After the first sexual assault, she had begged them to release her, telling them she wouldn't run away ... that she wanted to be involved sexually, wanted to play with their cock and cunt as they had done with her.
"Oh, no, darling," the woman had said. "It's much more enjoyable when the victim is nicely tied and totally helpless."
Twice, Pamie had taken the man's cock into her mouth and sucked him to ejaculation, swallowing his sperm once, and letting him discharge into her pussy the second time. She had licked with relish at the woman's pussy so many times she lost count, and had taken great pleasure when the woman had repaid the favor, sucking her husband's thick discharge from her steamy cunt.
Sitting here now, exhausted and exposed to the still leering eyes of this man and his wife, Pamie found she enjoyed herself very much. She was surprised that it could have been so pleasurable, being the helpless victim of a sexual assault. Yet she could not deny the sensations of pure passion that her predicament created in her small body.
Why, I even feel good being spread apart and letting them just look at me this way. It's humiliating and awfully degrading ... terribly shameful, but so nice at the same time. Maybe that's why it's nice ... maybe I have to feel degraded ... be humiliated. Maybe that's what makes me so hot ... being unable to stop them from doing whatever they want with me. It's having all that lovely sex-cock and cunt-and being punished for it at the very same time.
"I wish we could take her home with us," the woman said wistfully while she gazed at the dark-haired pussy before her. "She enjoys our little games so much."
"Yeah," the man agreed. "But, shit, Chris ... that would be almost like kidnapping."
"No, it wouldn't. Not if she went willingly," Chris said, then lifted her eyes to Pamie's glowing face. "Tell me, dear, would you like to go home with us? We'll take good care of you, and, of course, you'll enjoy many sessions of being tied up like this. We may decide to paddle your sweet little ass now and then, but not very hard. Just enough to warm it and make it nice and pink."
"I don't think I'd care for that," Pamie said. "I don't like being hurt, but I seem to enjoy being all tied up this way and having both of you do those things to me."
"No, I just don't go for the idea," the man said. "She probably has the fuzz out looking for her. She's younger than most of these runaways. It would cause us more trouble than it's worth, Chris."
"Yes, I suppose it would," Chris sighed heavily. "Well ... just once more, then we have to leave you, darling."
Pamie looked down at the woman, seeing her sit on the floor, spreading her thighs wide. Chris ran her hand down between her legs, and started to fondle her own cunt as she had done so many times that day. Pamie watched the woman twist and squeeze her own clitoris, then she leaned forward and planted her millionth kiss on Pamie's cunt. But she didn't stay there long. Instead, she dropped her face lower, and gave Pamie a suctioning kiss right on her puckered asshole.
The man stood up, cupping his balls in one hand as he moved toward the two naked females. He squatted next to his wife and ran his tongue up and down the hair-fringed, seeping slit of Pamie's cunt. Pamie reacted immediately to this dual stimulation. Her pussy began to secrete more juice as the man licked it, and her asshole contracted as the woman kissed and sucked at it.
This was something new to Pamie, something different from what they had been doing to her. Her eyes became huge again as she watched the two heads below. Her tits swelled as she stared between them, seeing a male and female tongue lick and probe and suck at her double holes. A stab of delicious sweetness raced through her veins. Although she had lost count of the number of orgasms she had been through, she shivered with the anticipation of another coming on. Moist, slurping sounds came to her ears, and she could not still the growing tremors of her naked body.
"Talk to us, baby," the man lifted his mouth long enough to say. "Tell us how much you like this. Tell us how sweet it is ... tell us. Talk to us dirty ... call us names ... you know-fuck talk."
"Oh, golly ... yes!" Pamie said, eagerly, feeling the wet tongues tapping at her asshole and pussy simultaneously. "I will ... ohhhh ... I will! I'll talk real dirty for you! Ohhhh ... it's so wonderful! The things you do to me. What both of you are doing! Suck me ... suck my cunt ... my hot, motherfucking cunt! Ohhh, lick my ass ... suck my asshole! Ahhh ... Golly, make me come! Make me come from both holes! Use your tongues on my pussy and asshole! One in my cunt ... one up my ass! Tongue-fuck my cunt ... tongue fuck-my asshole! Ahhh ... you cunt-eating bastard! You filthy cocksuckers! You shit-eater! You motherfucking cocksucking, cunt-licking sons of bitches! Eat me ... eat me ... eat me!"
"Mmmmm...." the woman purred excitedly as she dipped her tongue into the resisting pucker of Pamie's tiny asshole, plunging it deeply and working it in and out, licking and stabbing. The man's tongue fluttered and flicked around her inflamed clitoris, then began to dart quickly in and out of her cunt like a striking snake. The two tongues created a whirlwind of exquisite passion in Pamie's young body, and her mind soared into the heavens from the sensations she was experiencing.
The duel between the two tongues became too much for Pamie-for her mind and her nerves. She had been through so much recently, through so much this day. Whimpering and thrashing as much as her bonds allowed, she found herself in the warm clutch of another body-shaking, mind-warping orgasm. It was too much, on top of her already exhausted body.
"Ohhh, fuck ... fuck ... you motherfucking cocksuckers!" she squealed, her head rolling loosely on her shoulders. "You pussy-eating, asshole-licking...."
Pamie fainted from the exquisite torture of her explosive orgasm.
CHAPTER TEN
She was alone.
Lifting herself from the small bed, she peered around in the darkness, thinking it was awfully nice of the man and his wife to put her on the bed when she had passed out.
Sitting up, she felt the muscles in her thighs and stomach throb with a gentle, sort of delicious, tired kind of ache. She was still naked, and this became her major concern.
Knowing she was hopelessly stuck in the shack unless she had clothing of some sort, she began to rummage about the cabin, after lighting the kerosene lamp. To her delight, she saw two one dollar bills on the table, along with a short note.
Sweet thing:
We can't tell you how nice it has been. Although we don't know anything about your problems, we do know that you are a lovely, passionate little child. It would have been wonderful to take you home with us, to take care of you, but it's impossible. We are sure you will be all right. We have left two dollars for you to buy food with, and there is an old dress beneath the bed to cover that beautiful body of yours. Sorry it isn't clean.
Pamie scrambled about on her hands and knees until she found the dress. Pulling it over her head, she found it was much too large for her. Still, it would have to do. Clutching the two wrinkled dollar bills in her hand, she left the cabin and started walking toward the highway.
I would have gone with them, she thought. It wouldn't have been kidnapping like they said. Not if I was willing to go. It would have been very nice ... having a family again. I wonder what my parents-and brother-are doing now? Are they talking about me? Do they miss me? Would they even want me back home? No ... I don't think so. After all ... they didn't want me around before, did they? They think I'm a nasty little girl ... and I am. I don't think another girl would have done those things with her mother and daddy. Oh, Lord! The things I did with them! No wonder they wouldn't pay any attention to me, not after those nasty things I did.
Up ahead of her, Pamie saw lights. A neon sign flashed off and on: Cafe ... Eat. She began to walk faster, feeling her hunger well up again.
Coming close to the cafe, she peered into the interior. She couldn't see any customer, or anyone behind the long counter. But the door was open when she tried it. A small bell tinkled overhead, and as she moved to the counter, a thick-waisted, flat-faced man with a soiled apron came from the swinging doors behind the counter.
"What'll you have, kid," the man said, not looking at her, but flicking ashes from a soggy cigar.
"May I have...." she scanned the menu overhead quickly. "May I have a hamburger, please?"
The man turned his back to her and tossed a meat patty on the grill. It started sizzling, and the odor of cooking meat came to her. She sighed with the delicious smell, her mouth watering. "And ... and a coke, please."
The man placed a frosty bottled drink before her, and for the first time looked at her.
"Thumbing it, huh, kid?"
"I guess so," she answered, sipping the sweet drink.
"You're kinda young to be out here, aren't you?"
"I'm ... I'm eighteen," Pamie lied, unable to look up.
She wasn't normally a dishonest girl, but she found the lies coming easier to her with each passing hour.
"Yeah? You look more like fourteen."
"Well, I am," Pamie said, her voice almost belligerent.
"Sure, sure. Whatever you say, kid."
He sat down the well-cooked hamburger before her, and watched as Pamie soaked the meat with great globs of catsup, then began to eat ravenously. In moments the hamburger was gone, and she wiped her lips with a paper napkin.
"Want another, kid?" the man asked.
"Well ... I don't think so," she said, placing her two dollars on the counter.
"You seem hungry. Tell you what ... I'll fix you another burger-on the house. How's that?"
"I can pay," she said, but the hamburger and coke had consumed well over one dollar. She looked at the menu again and saw that she had just enough left for a grilled cheese, if the man wouldn't charge her the tax.
The man saw her hesitation.
"No ... you don't have enough money. You eat another burger, then if you want-you're a cute kid-you can come in back and kinda work it off."
Pamie glanced at him sharply, her eyes guarded.
"No, it's not what you're thinking," the man said, tossing his well-chewed cigar into an ash tray. "We need somebody to sort of help out here. We've been thinking of hiring a girl, anyway. You look like you need the job."
"We?"
"Yeah, my brother and me."
"Well ... I do need to earn some money," Pamie said, her voice still hesitant.
"Okay, you got a job, kid," the man turned from her and began to grill up another hamburger.
Pamie ate the second burger, then, wiping her lips, she followed the man behind the counter and into the kitchen. He pointed to a huge pile of dirty dishes and pans sitting next to a deep, double sink.
"You can start by washing those. We have plenty odd jobs around here. Of course, we can't pay you much, but you'll earn a few bucks before you move on.
She took the apron he handed her and tied it about her narrow waist. The man watched her, seeing the shapeless, loosely hanging dress that concealed all the luscious curves. Pamie moved to the sink and tackled the pots and pans, filling the sink with hot, soapy water. She had to use steel wool to clean the dried food from them, and it was hard, sweaty work. It seemed to her as though the pots and pans had not been cleaned in ages, and the food was caked thickly on the metal. For a long time she worked, and when she finished, she was surprised to find it was ten o'clock, and she was bone tired.
After she had washed up, the man took her to a small lean-to at the rear of the cafe.
"You can sleep here." He indicated an old surplus military cot with a thin mattress and blankets. "Maybe I can rustle up some sheets for you later on."
The man left her then, and Pamie wearily removed her shapeless dress and sank down on the sagging mattress. Pulling the blankets around her naked body, she curled up and went to sleep right away.
"Hey!" The pounding on the door pulled her awake. "Time to get up and start working, kid. We've got a mess of people out front."
Still feeling tired, not only from the pots and pans, but from the exhausting session of wild sex with the man and woman, Pamie crawled from the blankets and pulled the old, still-soiled dress on. When she left her lean-to, she found it was morning. In the kitchen, she saw a different man sweating over a large kitchen range.
She moved to the double sink where she had toiled the night before and splashed cold water on her face, drying with a dish towel.
"Get out there and help Herb," the man said, not looking up from the bubbling pots. "He's swamped."
Pamie went through the swinging doors to the dining area, and found herself face to face with a room full of loudly talking men. She hesitated momentarily, afraid to go any farther. But Herb, the man who had hired her the night before, saw her standing in the doorway.
"Come on ... come on," he growled with irritation. "Get the lead out of your tail, kid. Go see what the customers want."
"But I ... I've never done this before," she protested. "I don't know how to wait on tables."
It was true, because Pamie had never had to work a day in her young life, not even at home, unless you call a few dishes work.
"Who cares? Go on, now ... see what they want for breakfast."
Through the grimy window, Pamie could see many trucks of various sizes parked outside. Almost every table was filled with burly drivers, some already eating or drinking coffee. Nervously, she moved to a table where two men sat, baseball-type caps shoved to the back of their heads. She stood uncertainly near the table.
"Well ... this joint is getting better all the time," one of the men said, looking at Pamie speculatively. "Hey, Mac!" he yelled.
"Wait your goddamn turn," Herb yelled back. "Goddamn it, can't you see I'm hurrying as fast as I can?"
"Where'd you get the broad?"
"Hell, I didn't get her anywhere," Herb called from the grill. "She just wandered in the place last night."
"By God, you should get her a dress that fits. If that shape is as pretty as her face, why hide it behind that rag? Maybe you'll get more business that way. Come to think of it, why not just stick a red light outside the door and go into the cat house business?"
Pamie felt herself blushing, standing there like some object on the auction block as every eye in the place turned to look at her. She couldn't still the trembling of her body. She was already embarrassed by her appearance, and now with the lewd remarks, she felt like crying, running away from these men who looked at her with open desire. Even the shapeless dress didn't detract from the sensuality of her face.
"Hey, baby," a man called from across the room. "I need a swamper on my rig. You want to leave this stinking place and take the job?"
"You'll swamp her, all right, bud," a loud, lewd laugh rippled from the men. "I don't know though, she looks kinda young."
"So what?" called another voice. "That's eatin' stuff!"
"She's eighteen," Herb said from the grill, "and you bastards keep your hands off her, hear me?"
"What you trying to do, Herb? Keep all this little gash for yourself?"
"Yeah, let us have a crack at it, too!"
"I'll crack you right in the fucking mouth!" Herb said, but the remark was met with jeers.
"How is it, Herb? Nice and tight?"
Pamie listened to the remarks, her face burning with shame. Her nervous trembling became more violent now as she flushed with humiliation. Her legs became rubbery, wobbling under the concealment of the long, unfitting dress. She wanted to run ... anywhere ... get away from the gross and vulgar men with their dirty words and obscene, insinuating cat calls.
She had never been around such rough people before. Not even Chris and Howard had been this vulgar with her. Sure, they used the words, but it was different somehow. They were nice to her, and Pamie knew these men weren't nice at all.
"Knock off the shit, you guys," one of the truck drivers said loudly. "Can't you see you're scaring the poor kid out of her drawers?"
"She's not used to you nuts," Herb said. "Just give her your order and keep the filthy talk out of it."
How she did it, Pamie had no idea. Yet she had been able to move through the crowded diner, taking orders for breakfast from the men. At the last table, she stood waiting as the man read the menu, trying to decide what he wanted.
Pamie gasped, her cheeks flaming.
The man, as if paying no attention to her, had run his hand underneath the hem of her dress and between her thighs, shoving it up so suddenly she had no time to react. She felt his thumb jab brutally into her pussy. She jerked her ass backwards in reflex and shock, her face bright red.
"I'll be a sonuvabitch!" the man shouted, laughing. "This broad ain't got no panties on. You dirty bastards done scared her clean out of them!"
His remark was met with obscene laughter.
"Hey, let's have a peek, kid!" someone shouted.
"Listen, you guys," Herb shouted above the noise.
"This kid isn't like the last one. This is a nice girl ... and you leave her alone. Keep your filthy hands off her or get your ass out of here. Take your business someplace else. I mean it!"
"Shit, all girls are nice, Herb!"
When Pamie had jerked away from the fondling hand, she had arched her curving ass backward in automatic reflex, and found someone else's thumb working its way into the crack of her ass. She yelped loudly in surprise, and shoved her pelvis forward involuntarily, only to find the hand under her dress waiting there. The man's fingers curled between her thighs, and she felt a stiff finger enter her pussy, and the one behind probing at the crinkled-up asshole.
"Oh ... oh!" she wailed, humiliated to tears now. Whirling, she started to flee the men. Her dress was lifted by the hand, and the men laughed at the glimpse of her pink ass-cheeks as she pulled away. Covering her face with both hands, she ran to the safety of the kitchen.
Leaning on the work table, she cried in shame, her body shivering in absolute terror and humiliation. The man at the large range glanced at her, then paid no more attention. He was used to seeing young girls rush in and cry after meeting that wild bunch of truck drivers, but they usually got over it. He continued to work at the hot stove as Pamie stood there crying, hiding her face. Finally, she dried her eyes with the backs of her hands, then went to the small lean-to. She flung herself onto the cot and sobbed harshly again.
After some time, Herb came into the lean-to. He walked over to the girl and sat down on the edge of the cot. She felt his hands on her back, and she tried draw into herself, pressing against the thin mattress. Although she was no longer crying, her shame continued to torment her.
Pamie had never been treated so obscenely in her life-not even by her parents, nor Chris and her husband. Even her rapist had done things to her in private, not in front of a bunch of people so publicly.
In fact, she didn't even know such men were in this world. All her young life she had been well protected and sheltered from the outside world ... from the vile and sickening things that could happen to a young girl on her own, from the disgusting animals she had met since running away from home. Of course, like any young girl, she had listened to the talk at school-children always snickered about things like that, using all the forbidden words, pretending to be sophisticated and knowledgeable. Even she had done so with her boyfriend that time so long ago. But this ... this was altogether different. It was a world she never knew about. She felt-since leaving home-that she had entered another world ... a world populated with men and women who thought of nothing but sex and more sex-and perversion. She felt as if everyone she met wanted her just because she was pretty and had a pussy between her legs. She felt as though she was becoming the focal point of every man and woman's groping fingers and sucking mouths, of hard cocks and wet cunts and eager tongues. It seemed to her that everyone was after her body, after her pussy and asshole and mouth, wanting her to do things to them ... do things to her ... to drain their genitals ... that she was a toy to them, and nothing more.
She felt as if she was just a plaything, a pretty playmate for the vile desires of others. She wondered if there was anyone in the world who would want her just as she was; a small, lost girl who wanted love more than anything else, who wanted to feel needed. Pamie knew she would do anything for that person who would show kindness and love toward her. She would gladly indulge in any game they desired, if they would love and care for her. Everyone wanted her for one reason, and one reason only-her small, luscious body.
"Don't mind those guys, kid," Herb said, rubbing her back gently. "They were just teasing you. They do it to all the girls who work here. They don't mean anything by it."
Pamie didn't answer him. Her shame was not just because that dirty man had slipped his hand beneath her dress and felt her pussy, but because there were so many who had seen it happen. It was because of the remarks, and most specifically, because she had responded. She had reacted by growing moist as they called out to her, and the man who had felt her knew it, because her pussy had been almost dripping. She was ashamed because her cunt was wet and quivery and eager.
I'm such a nasty girl! she thought, feeling a little relaxed as Herb massaged her back. I really liked what those men said and did to me in there. I must be a perverted little slut! What is wrong with me? Why do I get all hot like that! Why is everyone after me? Does it show ... does my face tell them something I can't see? Does it show in my eyes ... on my body? Is such a thing possible? Is there some-
I'll thing about me that tells men-and women-that I'm in a constant state of arousal, always ready to fuck and suck? That I have a hungry pussy? Is there an odor they can smell? No ... that can't be it. No one can possibly tell about a girl, can they? God ... why do I like to fuck so much? What's the name they use for a girl like me? Nymphomaniac? Yes, that's it! Do I want to fuck and suck all the goddamn time? Oh, dear God ... yes! I do ... I do! I want cock and cunt all the fucking time! Every way there is ... every way a girl can take it! In the cunt ... up the ass ... in my mouth! Why ... why ... why?
Herb was running his hand up and down her back, stroking her with soft, warm fingers. As the thoughts went through Pamie's mind, and before she realized it, she was reacting as usual to the touch. Her ass-cheeks squinched tightly together as her lust steamed up. She pressed her pussy mound hard against the mattress, lifting slightly only to press down again, her ass twisting. She felt the slight throbbing sensation between her thighs, and she clamped them tightly together, creating pressure on her clitoris, felt the moisture seep from her crack-from that betraying cunt. A soft moan of pleasure came from her buried face as she writhed her ass on the bed ... small, almost imperceptible motions that indicated her rising passion.
The twisting of her small ass-cheeks was not lost on Herb.
His fingers, so far, had steered clear of the lusciously swelling ass, but now he trailed them down the small of her back, to the curving surface beneath her dress. Pamie thrilled to his hands as they brushed over her ass, then when the warm, feeling hands traced down the crack, tremors of intense desire struck her like a hurricane. Her pussy was almost in convulsions with the exquisite sensations rippling up and down her body. Her tits swelled and poked at the mattress, her mind almost blank to everything but what he was doing to her-almost but not quite. Visions of cocks, hard, stiff cocks, floated behind her eyes ... huge, red, throbbing pricks that dripped sticky juice from small piss-holes. She had visions of being back in the dining room, of being naked and spread on a table while the men lined up and took their turn penetrating her pussy or asshole with strong, lovely cocks ... of taking them in her mouth and sucking them ... draining the gushing semen from their hairy balls until her stomach and pussy and asshole were saturated with sperm ... of feeling them enter her asshole and body. She was willing-right then, this moment-to be carried back there and spread out like some pagan feast for them, letting them take turns fucking her one after the other.
With those visions whirling like a foggy mist in her brain, Pamie rolled over onto her back, staring up with unseeing eyes at Herb. Her nostrils flared, and her lips became even more pouting. Her tongue licked suggestively over the red lips, and her small hand moved out of its own volition to cup his cock and balls through his pants.
Holding him there, Pamie slipped from the cot, dropping to her knees and burying her face in his crotch, feeling the growing hardness of him through the material against her cheeks. Impulsively, she kissed him there, then lifted her head and looked directly into his eyes.
She didn't know why she was doing this; he was a relative stranger to her. All she knew was that she had to do it, had to get his prick out of his pants. It was as if forces other than her own intelligence had taken control of her, compelling her, driving her.
Herb's eyes were closed, a flickering smile on his face. Pamie smiled wickedly, her fingers fumbling with his zipper, tugging it down carefully, slowly, then, snaking her hand inside the gaping fly, she found his throbbing prick. She had a bit of difficulty hauling it free, but finally her eager fingers wrapped about it and jerked it into the open. She gazed hungrily at it, seeing it was large and fully extended now ... hard and long, and thicker than she thought a cock should be. Still, it wasn't as big as her Daddy's.
Excited, she gripped it tightly and bent her face to it, her breath coming in harsh pants. She kissed the smooth tip, feeling how rubbery it was. Herb leaned back with a sigh of contentment, letting her have her way, letting her do as she pleased with him. Pamie gazed at his throbbing cock again, working her hand up and down it slowly, building him to a fever pitch of passion. She found herself wanting to see more-see all-of his genitals, and she fumbled at his belt, pulling his pants to his ankles.
"Oh, Herb!" she murmured breathlessly, her heart hammering violently as she stared at his cock and exposed balls. "You have such a beautiful cock! Oh ... I love a hard prick! I adore a man ... his cock ... his balls ... all of him! I could love a cock to death!"
Funny, she thought, stroking her fist lovingly on his enormous prick, it seems as if I've known Herb for a long time ... yet I just met him last night. He's not very good-looking ... he's even ugly. But his prick and balls are beautiful! Maybe ... maybe it's because I'm so hot and ready to fuck all the time ... hungry for cock!
The size and shape of Herb's cock was exciting to Pamie-very much so. But then again, she was finding any cock excited her lately. She pulled his shirt-tail up and shoved it high on his chest, exposing a hairy belly, so he was now naked between nipple-line and ankles. His stomach was fat, bulging up so that his waist was nonexistent, and his navel was surrounded with stiff black hairs. Pamie found she enjoyed seeing the hair on him. She didn't mind his big belly at all. To her delight, she found his balls enormous and covered with thick hair, too. She liked to see a man's balls with a lot of hair on them.
She slipped her hand underneath his testicles, lifting them and bouncing them tenderly in her palm. His cock jerked and swayed as her hand moved around his crotch. She caressed his balls, squeezing them very gently, knowing that if she pressed too hard, she could hurt him. She didn't want to hurt him, because that wonderfully hard cock of his would then deflate and wrinkle into practically nothing.
"Suck...." Herb murmured thickly. "Please, kid ... suck me! Take my cock in your mouth and suck me off, honey!"
Pamie smiled, her tongue running over her full, sensual lips. She looked longingly as a bead of semen popped up from the piss-hole, glistening like a beacon for her mouth. She wiped her thumb over it and watched another bead take its place. She shoved her thumb into her mouth and licked the semen from it, then gripped his cock hard, working her fist up and down until the bead became larger.
"Yes," she whispered, throatily. "Oh, I will ... I will suck you, Herb! I'll suck this lovely cock real good ... real hard. Wait and see if I don't. I'm very good at sucking cock, Herb. I'm a real good cocksucker, you'll see!"
Herb's eyes opened momentarily, then closed again. "Suck me ... baby, baby ... oh, honey ... suck me off, kid! If you don't hurry up and get it in your mouth, I'll ... blow before you can! I'll blow my fucking nuts right in your fucking face!"
"Yes ... yes, suck," Pamie murmured softly, gazing at the smooth, swollen head of his cock. She grasped the pulsating penis now, holding it at the hairy base between thumb and forefinger, using her left hand. With her right, she cupped and cradled his balls gently, rolling them around. The view she had of his genitals was making her excitement grow, and she felt her pussy go into tiny spasms of anticipation, as though it were jealous of what her mouth was about to receive.
"Ohh ... mmmm," she moaned, sitting down on her heels and feeling them press at her cunt and ass-cheeks. She looked for a long time at his upstanding cock and hairy balls, taking her time, breathing in short, gasping pants as she let her passion grow still more. "It's so pretty ... so hard ... so lovable! Ooooo...." the murmur came crooning out. "I could suck it all day! Suck it all night! Suck it forever!"
She rolled the hard, palpitating head against her cheek, thrilling to the wet trail his dripping sperm made on her face. She brushed the head over her nose ... her eyes ... her chin. She pressed it to her neck and then ran her lips lightly over it.
"Hurry, kid," Herb grunted. "I'm so fucking hot I'm ready to come now ... come all over your fucking face!"
"Yes ... yes...." Pamie whispered with passion. "Lie back and let me do it. I want to suck you ... suck on your wonderful cock! I want to lick it and suck it in my mouth ... my throat! Come for me ... please, come in my mouth! Let me drink your come, Herb! Make your cock squirt ... make it squirt delicious come down my throat!"
Herb couldn't reply; he was already gasping for breath because of the stimulation her small hands were giving him.
Pamie leaned her face to his crotch, kissing the very tip of his prick with a moist sound, then she used her full lips to nibble down the huge tube on the under surface, moving to his balls. She lifted the hairy globes to her mouth and kissed them, raking the tip of her tongue over the wrinkled flesh. Working her way back up his shaft, she closed her lips around the small piss-hole and fluttered her tongue there, tasting the slick juice that seeped from him. Then she drew back in momentary surprise as a swift gush of thick semen spurted into her mouth. She had pulled back so quickly in surprise, some of the foamy white liquid splashed on the tip of her nose, running down to the corner of her mouth.
Smiling, she licked her tongue out, pulling it back into her mouth. For just a moment, she teased herself by holding the glob before swallowing. Again she licked at the throbbing shaft, wetting it thoroughly. Then she took his cock back into her mouth, enveloping the rubbery head between her lips and teeth. With a whimper of rampaging lust, she slipped her stretched lips down farther, past the crown, feeling it rub over the roof of her mouth until she had half the length inside. She gagged momentarily as it probed the entrance of her throat, but recovered quickly. She pressed her tongue hard against the underside, sucking her cheeks inward, creating a tight, moist sheath for him. Then she began sucking upwards, using her tongue liberally. Murmuring happily, she sucked up and down his cock in the manner of a child with a delicious popsicle.
Her slow, deliberate suctioning was driving Herb nearly insane. He groaned and moaned and began to thrash about wildly. Pamie had to lean on his thighs with her tits, placing both her hands on his swollen stomach to stop him from moving around, and finally he quieted and stopped moving. She had to release his cock and balls while she quieted him down, and now that he was calm once more, she resumed holding the base of his prick with one hand, his hairy balls in the other. Glancing up at his face, his cock half-buried into her mouth, she saw his eyes were closed tightly as if he were concentrating on enjoying to the fullest the small girl's newly found skill as a cocksucker.
Pamie felt a little tug of pleasure dart through her body and, lowering her head more, she let her lips glide down his prick slowly, then she pulled away and licked up and down it once more. She wanted him to come, wanted very much to taste him coming in her mouth, but at the same time she wanted to tease and let it build up.
Oh ... uhmmm ... it tastes so good ... so warm ... so hard. Herb has a delicious cock! So big ... so beautiful! His balls look awfully loaded and....
"The head!" Herb cried out. "Suck on the ... suck the head of my cock!"
Pamie knew he wanted her to concentrate on the sensitive tip of his prick instead of sucking up and down, instead of using her tongue on the shaft ... going the whole distance. She tried to answer him, but her mouth was just too crowded for words. She wanted to suck him good ... give this man the best blow job she knew how. She wanted him to remember her forever ... remember her as a good cocksucker. And she wanted to remember it herself, because Pamie enjoyed remembering the things she did, or what had been done to her.
"Oh, honey...." Herb gasped softly as she sucked, her lips tight around the head, her tongue flicking wildly. "You're good, honey ... damned good! Ohhh ... shit ... fuck ... that feels ... good ... uh ... uh ... suck ... suck ... cock-sucker ...!
He lifted one heavy leg and threw it over the child's shoulder. The other leg followed, and Pamie was caught between two massive, hairy thighs, her head between them. This pleased her, and excited her deliciously to have her face captured in such a manner-and position. It was almost like being a helpless victim, just as she had been the day before.
"Oh, honey ... Christ!" Herb gasped. "God ... suck it ... suck it ... suck my fucking cock! Suck the come right out of me, kid!"
Pamie didn't attempt to reply, her mouth was too busy ... too full of his throbbing cock. All she could do was murmur consent, and keep right on with her strong suction, running her tongue over the tip in as teasing and lust-inciting manner as she knew how, licking the juice as it oozed from him.
Somehow, Herb managed to kick off his shoes, for they fell, one after the other, and both struck the back of her legs. They didn't hurt her, but merely surprised her long enough to cause her to stop her greedy suction momentarily.
"No ... don't stop!" Herb said urgently. "Oh, shit ... don't stop ... not now!"
But Pamie had already begun again and this time she went all the way down on his cock three times, bobbing her head in a slow, deliberate rhythm while her tongue played over his flesh in quick little darting movements, all calculated to throw the excited man into a half-frenzy of lust. Suddenly she became aware that he was cursing softly, calling her names.
"You little prick-eater," he was saying. "You little teen-aged cocksucker ... fucking whore ... jail bait cunt ... suck my dick ... suck my come out of my fucking dick! Swallow it ... eat it ... motherfucking pussy bitch...."
The names served to inflame her already senseless passion in a perverse way. The names seemed to fit in with her idea of herself ... sort of punish her for allowing her passions to rule her body and mind. It was a form of self-flagellation, a form of degrading punishment that she seemed to require for her shameful acts the past few days.
She choked back a sudden giggle, continuing her suction on his cock with new-found delight. She worked him close to the explosive peak, bringing him along as she chose. To her young mind, the names were fitting punishment, and it tickled her to be called such things, and the same time, perform the very acts she was being punished for.
Pamie wasn't interested in sucking the man to total completion quickly. She didn't want him to gush his come juice out ... not yet. She had the desire to do one or two things more before she increased her speed and brought on his ejaculation. Of these things, she wanted to take his hairy balls into her mouth ... so, releasing his prick, half-rose with disappointment, but she gently but firmly pushed his upper body back to the cot. She buried her pretty face in his crotch, at the same time pushing his legs farther apart. She got her lips about his balls and took one into her wet, warm eager mouth, being extremely careful not to alarm him or hurt him.
She sucked on the ball for a few moments, then expelling it, she sought the other one. She sucked on the hairy balls a trifle longer, and then darted her tongue up and down the entire length of his crotch, from the pucker of his asshole to the tip of his prick. Herb groaned and began to thrash about again; she held him still by pressing on his thighs with one arm, his stomach with the other. Now she left the area below his cock and, pulling herself up a little, pounced on his quivering dick head, going all the way down it with her lips gliding smoothly, biting the taut flesh lightly at the base with her sharp teeth.
Pamie sucked him slightly faster now, but still not at full speed. She wanted to work up to it gradually-high speed, that is. Finally, she began sucking at a slightly increased rate. His cock was very hard now-harder than ever, and appeared to be growing even thicker inside her mouth, which seemed odd to Pamie, for she had previously assumed the man had reached his full tumescence. With her increased sucking speed, she put her tongue into action, lapping and licking until she was now sucking him furiously and wantonly, unashamed in her oral hunger. Herb shuddered violently several times and attempted to plunge his cock all the way down her constricted throat. Pamie held his cock at the base while she nibbled lightly on the head. This action caused Herb to cry out loudly and once again try to raise up. He instantly lay down again as if remembering that she had pushed him before when he tried to lift up.
"You're driving me crazy ... insane!" he cried out. "Goddamn ... do it ... make me come, honey! Make me come before I go out of my fucking head! Come on, kid ... suck it out!"
Pamie removed her lips for a moment. "I will ... oh, yes! I'll do it ... make you come in my mouth. I'll make you blow like you've never blown before! Just give me time to work it up and out of those big balls."
Herb grunted, his face dripping with perspiration.
Pamie again slipped her full, moist lips all the way down the swollen prick, biting ... licking ... tonguing it as she bobbed her pretty young face up and down, performing her oral chore with loving delight. Slipping her hands underneath his tight ass, she pulled his lower body up to her face as much as she could and proceeded to enjoy her sucking of his cock. His prick was quite slippery now, partly because of her warm saliva, but mostly because he kept dripping small spurts of semen from his piss-hole. Pamie wanted him to come now-her neck was beginning to ache slightly from the uncomfortable leaning. She was unused to being on her knees before a man so long.
She moved her face up, then down, faster, going all the way down on his cock and getting it almost down her tight throat. Her tongue was liquid fire that seared his taut flesh, her cheeks molten lava as she sucked them in greedily. Her small nostrils flared with excitement and the male odor of his genitals. Her exquisite little pussy was twitching and quivering furiously as though insane with jealousy, and her inner thighs were now quite slippery with the unleashed juices. Her tiny asshole seemed to suck inward as she filled her mouth time and again with his thickness.
"I'm coming!" Herb grunted, almost doubling over her head, grasping her hair and twisting it in his fingers. "Ohhhh ... I can't hold it back any longer! I'm coming ... I'm...."
Pamie knew it was true, so she really sucked hard, working her lips and tongue on his feverish prick, her head bobbing swiftly, her tongue lashing at the throbbing piss-hole while it jerked fiercely. She strived to penetrate the piss-hole with the tip of her tongue. She heard him cry out once again ... felt him go stiff, his lower body lifting now ... felt him yank harshly at her long hair with his terrific strength, but she didn't mind the pain it caused. She sucked with all the new-found skills she could muster, using every trick she had learned the past few days, and he roared into ejaculation, squirting violently into her mouth. The hot, creamy semen splashed over her tongue, filling her mouth rapidly, obliging her to swallow his blasts of sperm in rapid succession. And swallow Pamie did, time and again, until she thought she could take no more of his sperm into her belly. Herb was a very virile man. There was a lot of semen stored up in his testicles that needed released.
Finally, however, his long flow of juices ceased and Pamie lapped up the wetness of him as well as she could, thrilling and loving every drop of it, wishing there were more, much, much more ... but that, of course, was impossible ... at least for the present time.
Herb looked down at Pamie, his eyes still somewhat glassy. "Great, kid! Just great! You really know how to suck a guy's cock! Where the hell did you learn that ... learn to be such a terrific cock-sucker?"
Pamie leaned her head forward and rested her cheek on his wrinkled, deflated cock. "I'm glad you liked it, Herb," she said softly. "But it's my secret where and how I learned to do that. But ... I'll do it again after my jaws rest. That is ... if you want me to."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Pamie performed her cleaning tasks around the small truck-stop cafe, feeling quite happy and contented. After the initial crowd of rowdy truck drivers had left, there were hardly any other customers until the lunch hour. Even then, it was only a scattering of single men, infrequently a couple, stopping for coffee on occasion.
She cleaned and scrubbed the pots and pans, catching herself humming a popular tune now and then. And, of course, she would catch Herb looking at her fondly, and she would grin broadly, seductively at him. Often she would lick her pink tongue over her sensual lips in a highly suggestive manner that was not lost on him. She always tried to make the gesture as erotic as she could.
At the end of her day, tired but happy, she lay on the narrow cot, relaxed with a huge meal settling in her stomach. She waited for Herb to come to her, the way she had waited one night for her father, only this time she knew the man would come.
But when the door opened, it was not Herb she saw, but his brother, Jack.
"Where's Herb?" Pamie asked.
"He had to leave," Jack said. "He had something to do down the highway. But don't you worry none ... he told me all about you, kid. He said you'd be ready and that I was to take his place tonight."
"I don't know about...." she said, frowning and confused. "What did Herb tell you?"
"Everything, kid," Jack said, but the smile on his face was friendly. He stepped into the small lean-to and began to remove his clothing. "He said you were the best little cock-eater he ever had. But ... that's his bag. Me ... I don't care too much for blow jobs. I like other places."
"Wha ... what do you mean?" Pamie wasn't afraid. She wasn't surprised, either at him taking his clothes off, nor of her own emotions. She was simply startled that it was happening so fast. Everything had been happening fast since her brother first screwed her.
"I mean I'm going to fuck you, kid."
Pamie wasn't even surprised at the response his words started in her pussy. She was used to it now. She was used to the constant moistness and itching hunger. Her heart throbbed and banged against her ribs when his long, erect cock came into view.
I can hardly wait for him, she thought, gazing at his prick. I want it ... I want to get fucked! Fucked time and again ... by him ... by any man who can get it up. God! I'm nuts ... crazy ... fuck crazy! Her lust boiled behind smoldering eyes, and she unconsciously ran her hand down to stroke her pussy beneath the blanket-she had already removed her shapeless dress to be ready for Herb. His cock isn't as big as Herb's, lean take this one easily, I know. I won't feel any pain down there. Yes ... I can do it! I will do it! I want to get fucked ... and I don't give a shit if it rips me apart!
Pamie threw the blanket from her naked body, spreading her slender thighs very wide, showing Jack what was waiting for him. She gave him a childish, erotic smile, her middle finger slipping deeply into her cunt. Jack, now naked, stepped up to her, his breath sucking in harshly as he gazed at the unashamed masturbation. The small, dim bulb overhead caused Pamie's body to glow softly, deliriously. Keeping her finger buried into the clasping channel of her pussy, she reached out and wrapped the fingers of her other hand about his cock, stroking the length tenderly.
"Would you ... would you like for me to suck you? I mean, just a little bit?" Her voice came out small and child-like. "I'll do it, if you want. I've been told I'm real good at sucking cock. I could sort of suck on it and make you hotter, Jack."
"Naw, I don't go for blow jobs, sweetie," Jack said huskily, crawling onto the cot with her. "I'd rather fuck."
"All right," Pamie said agreeably, thrilling to the sensation of pleasure that was growing in the dark pit of her stomach. The pacing roar of that ever-hungry animal was after her again, only now she could pacify it. She felt the tremors of desire flow through her when he settled himself between her thighs, his hand fondling her hair-fringed cunt. She lifted her naked ass automatically, ready to meet that swinging cock of his.
But Jack wasn't quite ready to plunge in. He stroked her young pussy for a few moments, feeling through the silky triangle, pulling her pussy lips apart and brushing at her clitoris. He slipped his finger down and into the moist heat of her pulsating slit. Pamie gasped with pleasure as he started fucking it in and out. He thrust his finger all the way in, his knuckles pressing at the entrance until her crotch was smeared with the ever-flowing secretions of passion.
"Roll over, sweetness." Jack slapped her gently on the naked hip.
"Oh, no! Pamie said in alarm when she realized his intentions. "Please, not there! I don't want you to stick it up my ... ass! That hurts me ... I don't-can't-take a cock up my asshole!"
But even as she was saying the words, visions floated in her mind of the tall patrolman, and she knew that she would not resist too strenuously if Jack wanted to sodomise her. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Pamie was twisted over onto her stomach, presenting her delightful, swelling ass-cheeks. She writhed them upwards, the cheeks tightening as her anticipation of being penetrated there once again sent a tremor through her body. She felt a bit apprehensive, but didn't let it bother her. She was willing to accept such a wonderful thing ... absolutely fantastic.
But Jack had no interest in the tiny pink pucker of her asshole, although it winked invitingly enough to him. Pamie brought her knees beneath her stomach, causing the half-moon shapes to part and split wide.
She felt Jack rub the swollen tip of his prick up and down her hair-lined and pulsating pussy, very gently and slowly. The contact of his cock against her sensitive cunt set off an immediate reaction and she whimpered softly as she bowed her back, giving him access to the slippery slit.
Her senses became misty, reeling, when the lips of her cunt stretched, and began to accept Jack's cock comfortably. When Jack had the large head barely inside, Pamie gave forth with a cry of delight, and thrust her ass backward against his pelvis, taking the full length into her without tender consideration.
"Jesus!" she heard his surprised mutter, and laying her head down on the mattress, she reached between her thighs and grasped his dangling balls in one small hand. Tugging and squeezing, Pamie set her ass-cheeks into a rocking, rolling motion, sliding her cunt back and forth on the thoroughly hardened length of his deeply implanted prick.
Jack had been so surprised at her aggressiveness-pleasantly surprised-that all he could do for a long moment was stare down at the manner in which Pamie's cunt was devouring his cock with the tight, wet sliding motions. Her small, exquisitely shaped ass-cheeks banged hard against his hairy groin, and her hand pulled and rolled and twisted his balls in a sensuous, pleasure-giving manner.
"Ohhhh, it's good!" she murmured, eyes closed tightly as the sensations of lust flooded her small, bucking body. "Oh, my yes ... very good ... wonderful ... Oh, God ... fuck me! Fuck me good and hard, Jack! Split my hot cunt ... tear it apart! Rip me open ... but, goddamn ... fuck me! Uh
... uh ... uh."
Her words seemed to bring Jack out of his mesmerized trance, out of his hypnotic gaze of her gyrating ass, and he placed his wide hands on the small of her back, his fingers digging harshly into the flesh. Slipping his hands to her circling bottom, he began to move with her then, lunging his cock in and out of her steaming hole. His eyes held a glazed expression, staring down at the tiny clench of her asshole, at the way the hair-fringed lips seemed to suck and pull on his organ. With every inward stroke, he could see the fleshy lips disappear into her depths, only to pull out as he withdrew, wrapped tightly around the throbbing thickness, sucking ... milking ... holding ... kissing.
Pamie, her mind inflamed beyond reasoning, her body a mass of quivering, tingling nerves, moaned with passion, shuddering in pleasure. Her full bottom lip was sucked between her teeth, and she wasn't aware that she was biting hard on it, almost breaking the flesh and bringing blood. Her tits had swollen, as usual, nipples extended, as though someone had attached an air hose to them and was shooting the mounds full. She thought they would burst. Fingers clawing at the mattress now, her eyes tight closed so she could savor the intense thrills even more, she revolved and tossed her little bottom furiously against him, her shoulders remaining perfectly still. It seemed as if her cunt once more had its own mind and was in total control.
"Sonuvabitch! Christ...." Jack was mumbling as he plowed in and out of her furrow, eyes wide, unable to turn from the erotic sight of her churning, screwing motions. "What a pussy ... what a cunt!
Shit ... sonuvabitch, you're good, kid! You're damned good! Ahhhhh, God ... you ... your cunt is ... Holy Shit! It's ... it's sucking my cock! Your cunt is sucking my goddamn cock! Just like a fucking mouth! Ohhhh...."
Pamie had never realized she had such muscles in her body, especially those tiny ones buried deep inside her pussy, yet there they were, nibbling and chewing at the head of his cock as he skewered into her. The wiry hairs of his genitals scratched her tender flesh, scratched her pussy lips and ass, but she didn't mind this at all-didn't care-not as long as that beautiful pleasure continued to grow and grow ... ripple through her naked, tossing body ... swirling ... enveloping ... warming. Her mind became a misty fog of delicious white clouds as the ultimate finale seemed to come crashing down like thunder on her ... in her ... all over her. Each nerve ending became a separate being, all of them exploding at the same time, and she was powerless against it as it took complete control of her.
A small, muffled scream erupted from her constricted throat when she felt Jack's cock gush forth the foamy liquid of his sperm, splashing it about her knotted little cervix. She was not aware of the hot juices running in stickly rivulets down the inside of her spread, trembling thighs. She was much too involved with her own spasming orgasm that seemed to increase in power and pleasure with each twitch of her still clasping cunt lips.
Jack watched his deflating cock slip from her cunt as Pamie sank in exhaustion to the thin mattress, her ass shaking like a storm-tossed leaf while her climax began to recede.
Picking up his clothing, the man leaned over and kissed the right side of her ass tenderly, then he left Pamie in her exhaustion.
CHAPTER TWELVE
For two weeks, Pamie worked at the cafe. She had become used to the crude truck drivers by this time, and began to banter with them, her speech often matching theirs in vulgarity. She enjoyed the dirty remarks they made about her, and to her. She began to tease them unmercifully with her slender, desirable body. Gone was the shapeless dress, and now she was displayed in a short, revealing mini-skirt and blouse, with a pair of patent leather knee-length boots.
She had been quite pleased when Herb brought the clothing to her that night Jack first came into the lean-to. It was only the one skirt and blouse, but she washed them out every night after her work was finished. He had also been thoughtful enough to purchase a few pairs of flimsy panties that fit her bottom like a second skin. Since he had neglected to buy a bra, her little nipples protruded saucily under the thin material of the blouse. She knew how provocative she looked, and once, when a driver pretended to bite a nipple, she shoved it into his face. The man had blushed for all his boldness, and brought a great laugh from the other drivers.
Pamie was no longer shy and afraid.
Just this morning, when the small cafe was crowded with the tough-looking men, she had suddenly cupped her firm, arching tits when one of them made a quick, teasing stab with his lips at her.
"Go on, big boy," she had told him. "You want your breakfast this way ... go on and suck it!"
She leaned over and pressed her nipple against his face, then taunted him when he had failed to follow through, failed to accept her challenge. Pleased at the way this rough and rowdy man flushed, she turned and twitched her small ass in his face and placed the orders with Jack and Herb as though nothing had taken place. Once more, she had almost caused a tough man to be laughed out of the diner.
Pamie was happy ... at least she wasn't afraid and shy as before. She was becoming more sophisticated and worldly, but she still thought of her parents and brother all the time, wondering if they missed her at all. She wanted to go home, and at times she had given thought of calling them, sending a letter, contacting them in some way to see if she would be accepted back home, but thoughts of being unwanted kept her from doing so. She was frequently homesick, but her boring, routine work helped somewhat. She accepted her work cheerfully ... and she accepted the nightly visits of either Jack or Herb into her lean-to after the cafe had closed for the night.
She found herself growing quite fond of the two brothers, and she tried on numerous occasions to have them both join her on the narrow cot at the same time. She explicitly told them-without mincing her words-that she wanted to be fucked and suck a cock at the same time. But the brothers were reluctant, as if they had a hang-up about a three-way deal. Usually, they would simply alternate their nights, but a few times Pamie would no sooner finish with one man, when the other one would come to her.
Often she wondered why she had not been paid in money for her work about the cafe, but then she felt her pay was quite adequate by the use of those two ever-ready cocks-one for her mouth, the other for her pussy. That was the way Pamie thought of it-they didn't use her body, she used theirs. She had all the food she wanted, and her body was fed each night. What more could a young passionate, fifteen-year-old girl want?
It was early afternoon now, and Pamie had just finished up the pots and pans until the dinner hour rush of truck drivers. She dried her hands and turned to Herb standing behind her.
"Do you want me to do something else right away?" she asked, smiling at him. "If not ... I thought I might take a short nap."
"No, that's all for now, sweetie," he told her.
Her eyes moved down his body, then she smiled broader. "Maybe this is something else, after all. Maybe you'd like to take a nap with me, Herb." Her hand pressed at his burgeoning cock, stroking it with her fingers. She had not known he had been watching her as she worked, becoming excited by the concealed movement of her ass-cheeks beneath the short skirt. "Of course ... we could handle this thing first, couldn't we?"
Her fingers had started to pull at his zipper.
"Pamie!" Jack called from the front of the cafe.
"Oh, damn!" Pamie sighed, giving Herb's prick a little squeeze. "I guess this sweet thing will have to wait a minute. Keep it up nice and hard ... I'll be right back for it."
She started through the swinging doors, then stopped, gasping. Her small hand flew to her throat with surprise. "Oh, my God!"
She was looking directly at her father and brother.
"Hello, Pamie," Wendell said softly.
Jack looked from the two men to the startled young girl who stood halfway through the door. "You know these guys, Pamie?"
Words that refused to come out choked her. She took a deep breath, then squeezed it through her constricted throat. "Daddy! Tony ... Oh...."
"It's time to go home, Pamie," her father said, still in a gentle tone of voice.
"Hey!" Jack said, moving toward Pamie protectively. "Who are these two guys, Pamie?"
He turned to Wendell and Tony. "Who the hell are you? How come you know Pamie?"
"She's my daughter," Wendell said.
Jack looked down at Pamie, draping his arm about her shaking shoulders as though to protect her, pulling her to him. "Yeah ... only thing is, mister, can you prove that?"
"Ask her," Tony said.
"Are you what he says, Pamie? Is this guy your father?" Jack looked down at Pamie.
"No!" Pamie blurted, almost shouting. "I don't know who they are! I don't want to know who they are! Make them leave, Jack! Please ... make them go away!"
"You heard her, mister," Jack said, facing Wendell and Tony with a mean expression. "I don't know what this is all about, or what you two are trying to pull, but I think you better drag your ass out of here-now!"
"Your mother wants you home, Pamie," Wendell said, ignoring the dangerous-looking Jack. "She's been worried sick about you. Ever since you left home she's been worried."
"Please ... just go away," Pamie cried softly, her voice on the verge of panic. She tried to bury her face into Jack's chest.
"You belong with us, Little Sister," Tony said. "Don't make this difficult for your father and mother, Pamie. Get your things and...."
Suddenly, Pamie flared into unexplained temper. She pulled herself from Jack's hugging arm and stepped to the counter, facing her father and brother, her eyes shooting furious sparks at them. "Listen, both of you; you know damned good and well why I left home! No ... don't try to pretend you don't."
"Pamie, listen to us," her father said. "We...."
"Shut your lying mouth!" she spat. "You did it to me ... you know damned well you did! And then what did you do? You didn't pay any more attention to me ... you used me and didn't want me anymore. And you, my dear brother ... wasn't I good enough for you? Once was enough, wasn't it? You had your fun with me ... then what did you do? Went running straight back to those cunts you call girlfriends! Well ... let me tell you-both of you-you can go piss up a fucking tree for all I care. You can both just go fuck yourselves ... that's what you can do!"
"Pamie, you don't know what you're saying," Wendell said, the pain quite plain in his eyes. "You don't understand...."
"Oh, I understand, all right! All of you-Mother, Tony, you-each of you did what you wanted with me. You showed me how good it was to get my cunt fucked, or how great it was to suck a hard cock! Then, once you made me do those things, taught me how to like it ... you never once came back to me! Not one goddamn time! You let me suffer!"
"Pamie...." her father started to say.
"Pamie, my aching ass!" she snapped, interrupting him. "Why do you want me home again? Is it because Mother won't suck your cock off? Is that it, Daddy dear? And you, Tony ... what happened to all those eager, hot little twats you always seemed to have around? Did they cut your pussy off? Sure ... you want me home again! You want me home again so all three of you can have me whenever you get a hard cock, or mother wants to eat some pussy ... whenever you don't have something else waiting for you. You don't give a shit how I feel about it, do you?"
Herb, hearing the commotion, had come out of the kitchen to stand near his brother, watching Pamie lash out at the two men. Rut after he listened for a while, he had to put his words into it. He stepped to Pamie's side and glared at Wendell and Tony.
"All right ... I've heard all I want to hear. You two bastards haul ass out of here ... right now!"
Tony looked at the angered man, then said: "How would you like to have a statutory rape charge thrown at you, buddy?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know how old Pamie is?"
"Sure ... she's eighteen."
"In a pig's ass. She's fifteen, and you know damned well she is."
"You have proof of that, mister?" Herb asked, his anger draining in the face of this new danger.
"Don't listen to them, Herb," Pamie said quickly. "They'll tell you anything. They're a couple of pricks who picked me up one night. They raped me and ... and threw me out of their car. They made me do all kinds of nasty things to them, then kicked my ass out."
"Is that a fact?" Jack said, coming up and glowering at Wendell and Tony. "Well ... how about that, Herb? Sort of puts a new light on these two, don't it. Maybe we should call the fuzz."
"No!" Pamie said quickly. "They'll leave ... I'll make them leave." She faced her father and brother. "Listen ... I want you to know how well I've learned my lessons, how great a fuck I am now, how well you taught me. Watch!"
Both her hands darted out and grasped the front of the two startled brothers. She cupped their hidden cocks and squeezed them hard, still glaring at her father and brother. The two surprised brothers could only stand there, eyes opened in semi-shock.
Pamie fumbled with zippers, and then hauled out the two pricks. She started manipulating them with her fingers, then dropped to her knees behind the counter. She shoved her pretty, angry face into the exposed prick of Herb, kissing and licking. She positioned herself so her father and brother could see everything she did.
"Jack," she looked up. "Lift my skirt ... fuck me, Jack. Fuck me while I suck this gorgeous cock of Herb's! I'll show those motherfucking cocksuckers! The three of us will show those bastards! We'll show them how much I love to fuck and suck cock! You two sorry motherfuckers are going to see something I hope you'll never forget!" This last was directed to her father and brother.
Wendell and Tony stared with pained expressions on their faces while Pamie hiked her own skirt up, bunching it at her narrow waist. She leaned over a tall stool behind the counter and slipped her panties to her knees. Reaching behind her now naked ass, she groped for the growing cock of Jack. Still in a state of shock by her unexpected actions, Jack was angry enough to accommodate her. He-like his brother-wasn't at all sure who was telling the truth. Even if the two men were telling the truth-and hadn't they heard Pamie call the older man Daddy?-she was of age, wasn't she? Therefore, he would cooperate with her ... if nothing else but to show these smart-ass guys she preferred him arid Herb to them.
Snickering at Wendell and Tony, he aimed his cock at the hair-fringed opening of her always available cunt, then lunged into her very hard. Pamie groaned at the brutal entrance, then started squirming her ass in matching rhythm to his fucking movements.
"See!" she shouted sarcastically, triumphantly. "See how a real man fucks me! Jack knows how to fuck a girl ... he does it to me every night. He doesn't let me suffer! You just keep watching-both of you!"
She dipped her face and began to gobble the still flaccid cock of Herb that was dangling in front of her. She sucked the full, wrinkled length into her mouth. Now, impaled from behind and in front, Pamie gyrated her naked ass, churning back and forth against Jack's plunging cock. She sucked hard on Herb's prick, her tongue swirling in a frenzy.
Why don't they stop me! she thought. II they loved me ... really loved me ... so much, then why aren't they stopping me? Why are they just sitting there on their ass, mouth hanging open ' ... watching me get fucked while I suck this cock? If they really wanted me ... wanted me to go home with them, then why don't they just pick me up and take me away ... grab me and throw me in the car! But no ... they won't do a fucking thing! They don't give a shit about me ... they don't care at all ... care what I do! Well, fuck them! Piss on the motherfuckers! I'll just....
"Oh, God, Pamie! Stop that ... don't do that!" She heard her father's anguished voice. "You don't understand what I'm trying to tell you."
She lifted her mouth from the still-soft prick of Herb, looking up over her shoulder at her father and brother who stared down at her with shocked pain still in their eyes.
"No, I don't understand," she said, her voice still full of hate and anger. "But you sure as hell aren't going to tell me who I can fuck, or suck! Nobody tells me that! I've become a hot piece of ass and I love to suck and fuck cock ... any goddamn cock!
Except yours!"
She wanted something to hurt them with ... hurt them the way they had hurt her, and the thrusting cock in her pussy was just one of those instruments, the one hanging in front of her face the other. Yes, this was what she needed to wound her father and brother ... what she really needed-wanted. She wanted to injure them so deeply they would be unable to bear the sound of her name ever again.
There was no gentleness, no instinctive need for preliminaries or gratification now. She opened her lips and sucked the cock, of Herb back into her mouth, gurgling and exagerating her copulating and fellating efforts. She heard the anguished sob of her father, a low, deep, pained moan that came all the way from his heart as she gobbled and squirmed her ass. Now and then she would lift her mouth and say, "Fuck me, Jack! Fuck the shit out of my hot cunt ... fuck me hard ... make me come! Ram that big, beautiful prick into me ... slam it up my hungry cunt!"
Then she would return to Herb's cock, finding it had finally started to swell, and she immediately sucked it deeply into her mouth with a last sneer for her father and brother.
Herb and Jack, leering triumphantly at Wendell and Tony, began to pound the small body of the girl, buffeting her back and forth between them. Herb shoved his cock so far into her throat that Pamie gagged and choked, sputtering on it, but she would not release her tight-lip grip.
Surprisingly, Pamie didn't feel any of her natural passion now. All she felt was the intense desire to hurt her father and brother, to humiliate them. They had, after all, rejected her once, and now she was showing her rejection of them. And she was showing it in the same way they had done to her.
Her anger was flaring so hotly, the cock between her lips caught her by surprise as it suddenly discharged, flooding her mouth with the viscous white semen until it dripped from her stretched lips and ran down her chin. Pulling her mouth from Herb's cock, she lay almost inert until Jack had finished spurting into her cunt, then, when he pulled it from her, she stood up, tired by her energetic peep-show of defiance, battered and bruised. She stared again with anger at Wendell and Tony.
And realization came over her.
Pamie's anger evaporated as she came out the sickness of vengeance, and the unbearable reality of knowing she had carelessly and deliberately destroyed every emotion ... every drop of love they might have had for her. The faces of her father and brother registered disgust and pain. That was not the way she had wanted it to be. She didn't want to disgust them ... just hurt them a little.
She had hurt them, she realized. She had destroyed them completely-and herself.
She looked at them, her skirt hardly covering her ass. Their faces seemed frozen in shock, and she could hardly stand the thought of what she had done to them, and all on an impulse. She couldn't stand what she had done to herself. Wiping a hand across her semen-smeared mouth, she began to cry with a deep, heart-shattering gulping sound. Then, whirling in shame, she ran through the kitchen and out the back door of the truck stop diner and toward the sea.
The warm sand yielded under her feet; the cleansing wind whipped at her, but it could never cleanse her. She was crying as she ran across the upper strand of sand dunes. She crested the dunes and saw the blue ocean of the Pacific invitingly below her ... huge and pitiless in the glaring afternoon sun. She had no idea of what she was going to do ... all she knew was that she had to run away-she had to run away to the sea and hope that somehow it would purify her.
Blindly, she raced down the dune, across the sand of the small beach. Now shells cut her feet, but she didn't feel them. She ran into the first shallows of the incoming water ... the feel of it crisp and antiseptic on her calves.
She splashed out.
Wading out another foot, she stood fascinated ... looking at the restless, shifting distance of it. An outrace of water pulled and sucked at her in greedy hunger. As though mesmerized, she took another step forward-now she was standing in the cold water to her waist.
The cold, unfeeling sea knew no such thing as love, and where there was love, there was only heartaches and pain. Therefore, no love-no pain.
This is what Pamie sought.
She started to wade out toward the rolling plain of glistening water, but just as she set a foot on the sandy bottom, fingers dug into her shoulders like iron clamps ... and she whirled around.
The face of her father was before her.
"What are you trying to do, Pamie?" he said, his voice quivering in part-anger, part-fear.
"Please...." she sobbed, struggling against the restraining hands of her father. "Let me go! I'm no good ... you saw me ... you saw what I did!"
"No, Pamie," Wendell said, his voice gentle now as he put an arm about her shoulder. "That isn't the answer. Look, your brother is waiting for us ... come on, sweetheart. It's time to go home now."
Holding her hands to her face in shame, Pamie cried as her father lifted her in his strong arms and pulled her from the water. She felt herself being placed in the back seat of the car, and with her soaked clothing clinging to her, she lay down and sobbed her heart out.
Tony sat in the back with her, trying to comfort his little sister. He used his handkerchief to wipe the tears from her eyes, and before they arrived home she was sitting up beside him, her head leaning on his shoulder.
She found out-during the ride-that the patrolman had not kept his word. He had reported seeing her walking along the highway, but-according to his report-he had been unable to catch her. As she heard her father explain all this to her, she became fearful the unscrupulous patrolman had revealed everything, everything she had told him. But as her father continued talking, she realized he had not said a word to anyone.
There would be no trouble for her parents after all.
"So, Tony and I have been looking for you all up and down the highway these past two weeks, sweetheart."
"But ... but why, Daddy?"
"Sweetheart, I'll try to explain it to you," Wendell said. "You see, your mother and I knew what you and Tony had done. Of course, we understand-understood-what was bothering you. You felt guilty ... ashamed ... and you had no way to cope with your emotions. Maybe your mother should have waited a bit longer before she, well, did that with you. You needed time, a lot more time. Maybe I came on a bit strong, myself. But, Christ, sweetheart ... you were just too damned beautiful for me to resist any longer! And remember ... you did try to do it with me. You tried very hard."
"But, Daddy, you ignored me. All of you ignored me," she said in a small voice. "Why? Why did you do it?"
"Pamie, after all that happened, we knew-or thought, rather-that you needed time to digest the things that were happening, to work it out yourself. We-Tony, your mother, and I-couldn't explain things. I mean, not so you would understand. You felt you had done that to us ... and you would not have listened to any explanation we had. Not as long as you were feeling so ashamed about incest. It was something that had to take time, honey. Unfortunately, all of us were wrong ... about you."
"Then ... then, you don't hate me? I'm wanted ... I mean, all of you really want me home? You really and truly love me?"
"Of course we do, Pamie," Tony said, hugging his sister close and bending over to kiss her forehead. "We love you very much."
"Nasty? What ever gave you that idea?"
"Well ... those things we did ... that I did. What Tony and I did ... mother and I ... and you, too, Daddy. Those were nasty things ... incest!"
"That depends on how you look at it, sweetheart," her father said, pulling into the driveway of the home she had fled. "But you're wrong about one thing-it wasn't nasty. Don't ever think sex is nasty, honey ... no matter who you do it with."
"Baby! My baby!" Pamie heard her mother shout, then she was cuddled against the large, comforting breasts. This brought on another fit of crying, but now it was with happiness as she hugged her arms about her mother. "Oh, darling' ... darling, you scared us to death. We didn't know what had happened to you. But everything will be all right now ... I promise you that, darling."
