"Hey, I got a great idea," Bo whispered, suddenly. "After all this bullshit ice cream stuff, why don't you and Mae and me go for a ride in paw's pick-up. I'll fuck her, and you can watch. Maybe it'll give you a good idea of how much fun it can be to ball with a guy."
Pam felt a sluttish surge go through her body at the suggestion.
"I-I don't know if Mom and Dad…"
"Hell, leave that up to me. I'll bet I can softsoap your old lady into anything!"
Despite Pam's doubts, Bo proved his word later in the evening. While Pam and Mae busied themselves cleaning up the dirty ice cream dishes, Bo and Pam's mom got involved in some kind of deep conversation at one of the tables.
In the kitchen, Mae Pauley grinned at Pam as she stacked the dishes into the washer.
"I think your dad is real cute," Mae said impishly, her blue-green eyes sparkling. "How old is he?"
"Thirty-five, I think," Pam said, again hating herself for the ripple of jealousy that seemed to center on anything concerning her father and the wicked girl.
"That's young," Mae breathed. "My paw is almost forty, but you wouldn't know it. He's kept so young and strong from all that hard work in the oil fields."
There was a lull in the conversation until Mae leaned her pursed young lips close to Pam's ear. "Bo told me what you and him did together yesterday afternoon."
Pam's cheeks burned!
"Don't be ashamed of it," Mae purred, softly, "I do that to Bo all the time. I've done it to, uh, others, too."
"You have?" Pam echoed numbly.
Mae smiled, showing her perfect teeth behind the girlish curl of her full, pretty lips. "I did it once to the TV-repairman when we lived in Texas. But don't tell Bo!"
"I-I won't."
Pam's fingers were trembling as she tried to arrange the last of the plates in the washer. But her mind was racing with curiosity about such a young girl like Mae having done something so blatantly lewd with a grown man!
"Did you – did he – I mean…"
Mae interrupted Pam's fumbling questions with a low, soft giggle. "If you mean did the TV guy like it, you can be sure he did. I think I scared him to death at first. We were in the house alone because both Bo and paw were working. I just asked the nice man if he would let me suck him off, and after he thought about it and made me promise on a stack of bibles that I wouldn't tell anybody, he let me."
"H-how was it?"
Mae grinned, little points of color coming into the curve of her youthful cheeks. "Better than Bo. Bigger. Men always have bigger ones than boys, and it takes them longer to get satisfied."
Pam's throat was dry as sand. "How long did it – uh, take the man you…?"
"Well, I didn't time it, or anything," Mae laughed, softly, "but I must have sucked on him for twenty minutes, maybe half an hour. It was just so big and long that I had trouble getting it all in my mouth at once, so I sort of licked it a lot. He liked that, too. Bo always wants me to just gobble him real fast, but a grown man wants you to take your time. It's more fun that way, because when he finally does cum…"
The lurid, whispered conversation was interrupted by the arrival of Pam's mom and Bo.
Bo had a smug smile on his face, and Jane Harper's eyes were moist and twinkling.
"Pam, would you like to go riding with Bo and his sister?"
Pam could hardly believe her ears!
After the three of them had crowded into Hank Pauley's pick-up, Pam turned to Bo and demanded to know how on earth he had worked such a miracle on her mom.
Bo grinned. "Hell, all we talked about were her damn roses. I worked one summer in a greenhouse, and I know a lot of shit about flowers. I think she'd have given me the moon after she found out I liked roses. She wants me to come over and help her mulch the stupid things."
Pam smiled, delighted in her teenaged way at seeing her mother so easily tricked. After all, adults were always tricking them!
"I don't know much about this Goddamn town," Bo said impatiently. "You know a good place to go?"
"I-I guess we could go to the State Park," Pam breathed.
"Good and dark out there?"
"It should be."
Pam gave the directions on how to get to the park. It was the favorite Saturday morning drive for her and her dad. But she had never dreamed she'd be riding out there in a rattling old pick-up to watch some boy fuck his own thirteen-year-old sister!
Bo was again the expert when it came to finding just the right spot to park. He nudged the old car backwards up into a clump of dark bushes, then turned off the motor and lights.
There was just enough moon to let them see each other.
Without the smallest kind of formality, Bo told his sis to take off her panties while he got the blanket from under the seat.
"Come on," Bo husked, "I can't screw good in this damned cab. Let's have some fun in the pick-up bed!"
Numbly, Pam got out of the car with them and climbed into the flat part of the truck, behind the cab. Bo spread the blanket out, and his sister eagerly lay down with her shorts and panties off.
"Hell, might as well take off your blouse, honey," Bo breathed hoarsely, helping his sis unbutton the thin garment she had worn under the halter of her shorts.
Pam sat crouched beside the eager young girl as Bo snapped open the fly of his jeans and pulled out his already partially stiff cock. The big column of meat rode out in the shadowy light like a club. As the lustfully aroused penis throbbed, Bo glanced over at Pam with a wicked grin.
"Sure you don't want a little of this big prod first?" he whispered.
"F-fuck her," Pam heard herself mewl softly.
With another slack grin, Bo used his hands to push his sister's slender, trim young legs wider apart. And even in the bad light, Pam could see the lightly haired slit between Mae's legs yawning open with a glimmer of moist juice just at the center.
Pam watched as Bo eased himself close between the sprawl of his sister's thighs. Then, just before he nudged the flared head of his prick into the relaxed folds of her teenaged cunt, Bo paused.
He sat back up for a second and unbuckled his belt. Then, with Pam's eyes slitted with excitement, he husked his jeans down over his strong, lean buttocks all the way to his knees.
"Come around here, Pam," he breathed, urgently. "I want you to play with my damn bails while I fuck her."
It was almost as if the boy had read her mind, Pam thought. Ever since she had sucked his libidinous cock as it rode out stiffly from his open fly, she had wondered about his balls. Wondered how they looked, how they would feel in her fingers, how they might taste to her stroking tongue. All she knew for certain about those fascinating male appendages were that they were the storehouse for the hot cream that was always so eager and ready to shoot up a cunt or down a throat!
She moved on numbed and tingling legs around behind the bare, gleaming buttocks of the lecherous young boy.
His nuts were hanging down just beneath the dark crack of his asshole – large, smooth globes of lightly haired flesh.
"Touch 'em," he whispered, raggedly. "Play with 'em! Heat me up, baby!"
Pam reached out both of her hands, taking one ball with each. They felt marvelously firm and soft at the same time, and more than just warm to her touch!
Instinctively, she began to lightly massage the strongly made testicles with the tips of her fingers, moving them this way and that as she felt the circle of her cunt growing hotter and wider.
"Nice," Bo husked, throatily, "just keep playing with those hot babies while I ball the shit out of sis!"
He was into his baby sister in only seconds, his roguish young prick squishing into the tight but lubricated folds of her pussy like a hard bar of iron.
As his buttocks rose and fell, Pam kept to her appointed task of teasing, his balls. She cupped them together with one hand, then with the other. She played with only one for a while, using both her hands to titillate it while the free ball joggled alone. She toyed and fondled and manipulated those lusty bags in every way she could think of while Bo fucked his young sister like a trojan!