Pam could hear the throaty gasps of pleasure coming from Mae as her brother's oversized and horny cock was driven up to the hairs in her gulping cunt. It was more than obvious that she had been pleasured hundreds of times like that, and equally obvious that she never got enough of it.
As the wild screwing continued, Pam's own lively and growing need to experience sex crawled hotly through her blood. Her pussy pounded harshly between her legs, growing wet and soft as each thrust of Bo's tool seemed to send a vicarious thrill through her loins.
She did want fucked like that.
She did!!
With a soft moan of wanton greed, Pam stopped fingering the large, warm balls and lowered her head to taste his nuts as she had already tasted his prick. Her tongue darted out over the spongy globes, licking here and there, lapping now strongly and now softly. And for the first time in her life Pam felt the whorish, totally abandoned joy of satisfying her deepest and darkest needs. She stroked the lusty balls with the flat of her tongue while they were gleaming in the moonlight with her saliva.
And then she did the wildest, most shameless thing of all.
She began to move her whisking tongue up over his buttocks!
As if slightly mad with the need to kiss Bo Pauley's ass all over, she smacked her wet lips against the firm and thrusting curves of his buns. And then she moved her driving tongue deep into the dark bud at the center of his buttocks, sucking the humid core of his delighted anus!
She was directly behind him now, with both of her small hands placed low on the bottom curves of his naked buttocks, her face buried in the crack, sniffing and tonguing him with salacious pleasure as his sperm boiled out of his quivering balls and fed itself in splashing spurts into his sister's sucking cunt!
Pam was right there when he pulled his veined and swollen cock out of the well-fucked thighs of Mae. And even as it glistened with the combined spunk and juice of his nuts and his sister's pussy, Pam took it into her mouth and sucked it dry.
"Tomorrow," Bo husked at her, his strong fingers at the nape of her neck as she slupped her tongue against his soft prick.
Tomorrow, her sluttish mind sang, tomorrow I want fucked, too!!
CHAPTER FOUR
Pam slipped out of her second-hour class and headed for the front door of the high school.
She saw Betsy Meeker and Linda Walker standing in the corridor talking to one of the star football players. He was towering above the girls, and grinning at something one of them had just said.
Pam's heart literally sang with relief that she felt no biting jealousy today toward the two whoring young bitches. Why should she feel envy toward them, she thought, when she had Bo Pauley waiting for her?
And today was the day!
She was deliberately leaving school early in order to meet Bo, and she had made him promise that nobody would be at home but him. After all, she didn't want that pesky little sister of his around for her initiation into the art of fucking!
Pam found herself too impatient to wait for the city bus, so she walked the block necessary to catch a taxi. She told the driver to let her off at a corner well away from where her house and the old Howard house sat side by side.
Pam knew that above all she didn't want her mom to see her sneaking in the back door of the Pauley's!
She paid the taxi driver and skipped down the back alley with her school books clutched close against her already swelling young breasts, and by the time she reached the back door of Bo's house her heart was beating as rapidly as a snare drum.
She tapped on the door, and in seconds Bo opened it.
He was dressed in a pair of oil-stained coveralls, and he had a service station cap pushed high back over his thick, rather tangled hair.
He grinned at her as she darted inside so that he could lock the door behind her.
"Boy, you sure made it in record time," he breathed. "I just got here myself."
"Did your father want to know why you wanted off from work at the station?" Pam asked breathlessly.
Bo shrugged. "Hell, who asked him? I take off whenever I feel like getting a little pussy."
He grinned again at the shock value of the crude word, then turned to Pam and put both of his strong hands on her hips. "Man, I've been thinking about fucking you ever since last night. I think I was even thinking about it while I was balling my sis. Honey, you don't know how you turned me on, playing with my balls. I've never had a girl do such wild stuff to me, so you don't have to say you like my body."
Pam blushed, remembering how easy it had been in the half darkness of the old pick-up to play with Bo's nuts and do those lascivious things to him with her tongue. But now, in broad open daylight, she felt much more modest.
"You wanta have a beer first?" Bo drawled, reaching one of his hands down lower on the curve of her buttocks and patting her.
"No, thanks…"
He smiled. "Don't touch the stuff, eh? You might try it some time. Nothing is more fun than getting a few beers in you and then getting down to some old-fashioned screwing. Mind if I have one?"
"N-no."
She trailed him to the kitchen and watched him pop open a can of beer and take a swig. Then he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and motioned with the can for her to follow him.
This time they didn't go to the spare room where the lumpy mattress was. Instead, they went upstairs to his own room.
In the couple of days which had gone by since she last saw his room, Bo had done some interesting things to it. He had pin-ups of naked females all over the walls. Most of them were from respectable magazines like Playboy, but a few of them were much more explicit. The good ones he had right over his bed, color photographs of women with their legs boldly spread apart so that their open cunts looked wet and inviting.
"What does your father say about having pictures like that all over your walls?" Pam asked uncertainly.
Bo smiled and took another swig of the beer. "Hell, paw don't care. He comes in and looks 'em over all the time to see if I've got any new ones."
Pam couldn't imagine her own father being interested in looking at filthy pictures, despite the way he had stared at Mae Pauley.
"Your father likes – uh…"
"Sex? What do you think, Pam. He's still a young guy."
The statement made her wonder just what Bo's father did for sexual fulfillment, but she didn't dare ask.
"Hey, horse out of your clothes," Bo breathed, putting down his can of beer and unsnapping the top buttons of his coveralls. "I can't really be gone from the station forever, but damned sure long enough for us to have our fun."
Pam felt herself trembling all over as she slowly crawled out of her things. A flutter of fear went through her as the moment of truth approached, and once or twice she thought of simply calling the whole thing off!
"Hurry up," Bo said casually.
He was down to his shorts now, and Pam could see the big, slightly curled lump bunched at his crotch. It looked even larger than she had remembered, and it wasn't even hard.
Bo was built like a younger version of his dad, with wide, powerful shoulders and muscled arms. He had very little hair on his chest, and his flat male nipples were an amber color. He did have a line of hair starting just below his navel and turning darker and thicker at the top of his shorts, and his legs were bristly with short, black hairs.
He stood by the bed, taking longer and deeper swigs of the beer as he waited for her to get her final undergarments off.