And then it did!
With a throaty yelp of terror, she pushed her daddy's wet and swollen prick out of her mouth and snapped her legs free from the strong hands which held them. She used the bottoms of both of her feet to push Hank Pauley away from her, making his cock and tickler come slupping out of her dripping cunt like a plumber's helper!
"What the SHIT?" Hank growled huskily.
Then all three of the males saw at once that Pam was staring with blinded eyes up through the window at the Harper house next door.
Bill Harper turned, his thick-veined, barely satisfied cock still sticking lewdly out and soaked wet by his daughter's mouth, and saw his wife staring down at them from Pam's bedroom!
"Oh, jumping Jesus!" Bill groaned.
He jumped back out of sight as if his feet had touched hot coals!
Bo and Hank saw Jane Harper at the same time, and although they were not quite as shocked as Pam and her daddy, they were shocked enough to blush and produce fake, frisky grins!
Jane Harper's enraged face disappeared from the window above.
"Oh, God," Bill groaned again, "there goes my damn marriage! Christ, she must have seen everything…!"
Bo grinned guiltily, and wiped his drooping prick with one hand, trying to clear off the sticky cum which hadn't quite made it to Pam's face.
Hank took the whole thing a bit more philosophically. He tried to get back between Pam's legs to finish his fucking exercise.
"Goddamn it, Hank," Bill gulped, "that was my WIFE up there! She'll be over here in two seconds like a damn witch on a broomstick! Pam, getting your fucking clothes on!"
Pam scurried to find her panties as her father hopped around on one foot trying to get his shorts on!
Even before he had one leg into his underwear, the Pauley doorbell was banging like a police bell.
"Oh, wow," Bo whispered softly. "I hope to hell she ain't got a knife with her!"
In the living room, it was Mae who innocently strolled naked to the door and opened it.
Jane swept past the startled girl in a fury, cornering not only her daughter but the three naked studs with her in the small spare room with the lumpy mattress.
"I want a divorce!!" she boomed huskily.
Bill Harper opened his mouth, but closed it again meekly.
"Now, looky here, Miz Harper," Hank began, standing his ground in his own house, despite the fact that he still had the big tickler stuck on his prick, and it was glistening with Pam's cuntal flow.
"No! You looky here!" Jane snapped. "I ought to have every one of you sex fiends thrown in jail!!"
The silence was electric for a few more seconds, until Pam opened her mouth in a sly, suddenly grinning retort.
"Sorry if you're jealous, Mom," she breathed impishly. "But I guess you know better than anybody how much Daddy likes his teenaged pussy."
Now the air bristled with silence.
"H-huh?" Bill Harper managed, finally.
"You remember what you told me, Daddy," Pam lisped, softly. "You said Mom's cunt was too slack, and a heck of a lot too hairy. That a guy gets tired of sticking his cock into something that always feels like its been fucked five minutes before by a couple of Arabian stallions!"
"W-w-w-what!?" Jane Harper gasped.
Hank and Bo Pauley chuckled crudely.
"Y-you get your clothes on, young lady!" Pam's mother rasped.
Pam smiled. "I will, Mommy, if you promise to tell us about you and Uncle Joe."
The expression on Jane Harper's face changed from pious outrage to confused guilt!
Pam took a deep breath. She had a lot to say, and she intended to say it!
"Uncle Joe told me, Mom, that you used to make him fuck you four or five times a week when you barely had hair on your pussy. He said you also were delighted when Daddy arrived on the scene, and that the three of you went at it like tomcats in a bucket. He said you'd rather have your horny twat sucked by a couple of male tongues than ride a ferry boat to Mars!"
The shocking, truthful announcement hung in the room like smoking incense!
"I-I…" Jane Harper began. And then her face flushed a deep scarlet and she rushed out of the room and banged past a gawking, naked Mae Pauley as she swung through the front door.
"Jesus," Bo whispered. "Was all that stuff for real?"
"Damn right it was," Pam's dad grinned. "Hell, it'd been so long ago, I'd almost forgotten it!"
Pam smiled sweetly. "Don't you think you should go persuade Mom to come back and have some fun with us, too?"
But before her daddy could answer, Hank Pauley was pulling on his pants and zipping them up. Then he turned to all of them with a wicked, knowing grin as he tossed the big tickler up and down in his palm like a lucky charm.
"You folks just relax for an hour or two," Hank said. "I think I can talk Miz Harper into, uh, seeing things our way."
And with that, he followed Jane's well beaten path out the door – tickler in hand!!
CHAPTER TWELVE
The Sunday morning sunlight slid brightly through the window of Pam's bedroom.
She turned lazily under the covers and her elbow mashed gently into a body to her left. She turned again and felt her thighs pressing snugly against a body to her right.
She was in bed with Mae Pauley and her own daddy!
Blinking her eyes open, Pam looked straight into the sleeping face of her father. His handsome mouth was parted slightly, and his darkly fringed eyelashes looked like some big lashes of a doll closed tightly down.
Pam grinned, remembering how much fun she and Mae had experienced a few hours before with the husky, hairy male body now cuddled to one side of the small bed.
"You awake, Pam?" Mae whispered, softly.
"Uh-huh, but Daddy is still sleep."
Pam turned and grinned into the fresh, angelic-looking face of the thirteen-year-old girl lying smugly beside her. The warmth of her body was like an electric blanket, and Pam shivered with a small excitement as the young girl's fingers stole secretly up over her bare thigh.
"What are you doing?" Pam managed, fighting down the oddly twitching thrill goosebumping her legs.
Mae's voice came in a breathy whisper. "I-I guess I didn't have enough fun last night. I've been awake for a whole hour."
Pam smiled. "Honestly, Mae, you've lived with those two oversexed people too long. I'll bet that's all you think about. Sex."
Mae's furtive little fingers snaked a few more inches over Pam's trembling thigh, moving suggestively close to the soft center between her legs.
Pam glanced again to see if her daddy was still asleep, and then she willingly opened her legs to allow Mae to do anything she wanted to.
The girl's nimble fingers drifted softly down over Pam's gently pouted cunt, moving the golden hairs back and forth.
"Play with me, too," Mae whispered, her wicked young voice husky with need.
Pam found the younger girl's aroused pussy with her hand and cupped the moist muffin of flesh in her palm.
"Uuuummmmmm," Mae breathed, "rub it for me!"
Pam moved her hand gently back and forth over the twin mounts, feeling the hotness seep up into her palm like steam. When the urgent throbs began to pass through Mae's witchy little twat, Pam whispered again to her. "What do you want to do, wake up Daddy?"
"No – not yet. We'll have fun with him later."
"What, then?"
"I'll show you!"
To Pam's astonished delight, the teenaged girl suddenly submerged her head under the covers and kissed Pam's quivering tummy. The hot breath and gently puckered lips made Pam's pussy bloom open, and her always easily stimulated clitoris began to firm and stick up wetly.
With a fond sigh for the novelty of this new experience, Pam opened her legs wider as Mae's head moved lower down to the trench between her thighs.
Pam jerked slightly as the minnowing little tongue began to softly lick just on the barely parted lips of her cunt. The warm and wet lactation made Pam's slit itch and burn with pleasure, and she lifted her hips a little to show Mae that she liked having her hole played with that way.