Pam stirred sleepily, and rolled over on her tummy.
She felt the strange lumps under her and slowly blinked her eyes open. She ran her fingers down until she was sure what she was lying on was a mattress and not a big pile of coiled snakes, and then she grinned.
She remembered how she had gotten there!
It was the old mattress in the spare room of the Pauley house, the one where she had first seen Bo eating Mae's cunt. Her lucky mattress now!
Last night, after the general orgy in the living room, Bo and her daddy had brought her in here for some special fun. Half drunk on bourbon and beer, the two insatiable males – one a teenager and one a mature adult – had taken turns fucking her until her spewing young pussy hung slack-lipped and hot. Then Bo had sucked her dripping cleft until she went to sleep.
Even now, as she moved her tender thighs against the lumpy softness of the old mattress, she could feel the relaxed cuntal folds of her sex pouting outward. Her pussy felt as if big love-hungry bumblebees had stung it all night, making it itch and tingle for the satisfying rubdown of a prick.
She lay with her eyes open now, thinking about the fact that three cocks were under the same roof with her, and all large and horny enough to content any girl's needs.
But where, where, where were they!?
And then she heard something which sounded like a muffled scream, a scream which was half protest and half encouragement. It was coming from the living room, and so she hopped up off the bed and hurried to the door.
She yanked the door open and it came to a jarring stop on the door chain which had been latched from the other side.
They were holding her prisoner!
Pam grinned. Somehow the idea of being held a prisoner of lust appealed to her still girlish imagination. It was like playing cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, and ladies and pirates, but with a new twist. Instead of gold, the buried treasure were two teenaged pussies!
The treasure being plundered at the moment, Pam soon saw through the crack of the locked door, was Mae Pauley's precious little box.
Bo, Hank, and Pam's daddy were all three working on the lucky young gal as she lay sprawled on the living room sofa.
Pam could barely believe what she was seeing!
Mae was astraddle her own father, fucking his large, slimy prick with greedy strokes of her rising and falling hips. Bo was behind her, his legs on either side of his paw's own hips, his arms circled around his sister's torso so that the could squeeze her tits while he fucked her asshole. And Pam's daddy was half-kneeling in front of the wanton girl and feeding her his arrogantly aroused cock, making her take it every third or fourth thrust all the way to his balls.
Feeling her own pussy growing wet with envy, Pam stood with one hand tucked between her legs and both her eyes glued to the crack in the door as the pumping, sucking, groaning orgy continued a few feet away from her.
There was something odd about one aspect of the ritual, Pam finally realized. Everybody seemed to be wildly excited except Hank Pauley. He was lying back on the sofa with his large hands resting lightly around the waist of his daughter as she fucked him, but the expression on his face was simply one of relaxed, almost lazy contentment.
Pam couldn't fathom the almost bored grin that was frozen on Hank's lips. Ordinarily, if such a youthful cunt was slapping up and down on his horse-sized prick, his eyes would be sparkling and his mouth would be an upturned bow of lecherous joy.
Pam could only shrug at Hank's lack of excitement, but her daddy and Bo were making up for what Hank was lacking.
She could see the slitted, glittering lust in her dad's yearning eyes as Mae gobbled his full erected cock. And when the girl's talented tongue got a particularly thrilling stroke in, Bill Harper would throw back his head with a lustful growl and pump his demanding tool deeper into her throat.
And Bo was fucking like a maniac. His hair was down over his flushed face and his buttocks were rosy with heat as he pump-pump-pumped his horny prick deep between the spread cheeks of his sister's small ass.
But it was Mae herself who was at the zenith of lusty excitement. With her pussy, her butt, and her mouth all crammed with big prick at the same time, she was in a kind of teenaged hog-heaven of passion.
Pam watched, her clitoris firming and rising through the doughy lips of her own cunt, as the fortunate girl on the sofa humped her foaming slit savagely up and down the strongly made hard-on sticking up between her father's legs. His prick seemed made of steel and stone as the girl battered the sucking lips of her pussy high up on the gleaming column, then down to the very rim of his balls.
Pam wondered again how on earth Hank Pauley could be taking such a delicious, wild balling without even changing expressions!
At last things began to come to a head, so to speak.
With a crude panting of deep lust, Pam's daddy rode his throbbing organ hair-deep into Mae's willing mouth, then shot off his pulsing balls like two hot pistols. The sperm being so violently discharged made the girl's neck muscles bloat out like the cheeks of a frog!
At almost the same time, her brother got his rocks off deep inside her humid ass. His greased and gristly young prick began to discharge like a musket as Mae's sphincter muscle squeezed it lovingly, milking his hot nectar out of his nuts!
In a few more moments, Pam's daddy pulled his weak and swollen cock away from Mae's lips. It came out like a long, fat sausage, dripping at the end and veined wetly from the head to the root.
Bo had satisfied himself, too, and with some small difficulty he forced his lewd prick to withdraw from between the tightly closed cheeks of his young sister's ass. The goatish penis came out with a popping sound, leaving the bud of her rectum pink and open, with globs of warm sperm leaking out of it.
But Mae still screwed.
Her sleekly cushioned pussy rode with whorish speed now, hammering over and over above her father's thighs until her buttocks were almost a blur.
From Pam's vantage point, the art of fucking had never been more artfully or graphically demonstrated!
She watched with her blood boiling pleasurably, as her young girlfriend literally raped the huge prick that was jabbed to the balls up her ravenous cunt. And the more Mae screwed, the harder the big tool seemed to grow!
Hank Pauley merely smiled faintly as his daughter puffed and moaned above him, humping, pounding, ramming her smoking twat in an attempt to suck the sperm from his nuts.
But it was Mae herself who met her whoring Waterloo. As her budded and swollen young tits bounced in front of her, she reached the kind of cunt-grinding orgasm that few girls her age can ever hope to experience.
With a raw squeal of joy she threw back her head and chugged her frothing pussy home. A dozen delicious spasms of lust turned her vagina into a milking machine! Salty floods of juice spilled down from the gorged rim of her snatch, covering her daddy's large balls and trickling down the sides of her legs. The cheeks of her glowing young ass opened and closed as the pleasure poured through her!
"Golly," Pam whispered, licking her dry lips at the sight of such complete and abandoned enjoyment.
Even in all his daughter's frantic fucking leading to and ending in the sappy, hot climax, Hank Pauley still had not shown too much excitement himself, except in the slow and drawled smile which seemed to indicate he was pleased at having made another female happy.
And then, as Mae crawled her copiously dripping pussy off of her father's perpendicular cock, Pam saw the reason why Hank had felt so little.
There was a French Tickler attached to the head of his prick that was as big as a brillo pad!
Pam stared at the brutal, fascinating gadget riding over the glans of the older man's lecherous penis. She had heard girls like Betsy Meeker and Linda Walker whisper dirtily about ticklers, but it was the first time Pam had seen one. And the large, rubbery cunt-pleaser made a hard itch crawl wickedly up between her legs.
She wanted some of that kind of rubber-machine fucking, too!
"Hey!" she yelped, rattling the chained door like a hungry little wildcat. "HOW ABOUT ME!!?"
Bo and her daddy both turned and grinned in her direction, their large, soft-swollen cocks hanging a little out over their balls.
Hank stretched his face around, too, and gave her a smiling wink as he saw her staring once again at the firmer-than-ever prick between his legs, crowned with the evil tickler.
"I want fucked!" she gasped, tugging with both hands at the edge of the door.
Hank chuckled lewdly. "Hey, hold your horses, honey," he drawled. "We were just fixing up Mae here first, but you're on the cunt list, too."
That was sweet music to her heated ears!
She waltzed back to the lumpy mattress and arranged a couple of pillows for her hips. Then, with a wanton idea popping into her mind, she rolled up the shade on the big window so that the morning sunlight could flood in.
She wanted to have a really good light for this session.
She was damned tired of being balled in the dark!
Already in place on the mattress when the chained door was unlocked, Pam lifted her legs up and tucked her bare heels just under her buttocks, exposing her passionate little pussy to any and all comers!
Bo and her daddy came into the well-lighted room first, their ambitious cocks wagging with deeper swelling anticipation as they walked. And right behind them came Mr. Super-Stud, with his prick sticking stiffly out between his legs and the tickler decorating the head of it.
Pam could feel her oozing channel growing moist and hot at the sight of the French Connection!
The tickler, up close, looked like a round, prickly pear. There were dozens of rubbery nodules and antennae sticking out in every direction from the base of it, and each of the scratchy nubs still gleamed from the warm juices of Mae's satisfied young cunt.
There was also one extra long, curved finger of rubber arching up from the top of the tickler, the perfect tool for rubbing the excited clits of young girls as they were fucked!
Hank Pauley stood in front of her for a few seconds, his strong and hairy legs spaced widely apart, his hands on his bony hips. He grinned down at the way Pam's sluttish little pussy seemed to yawn softly open, the hair-lined folds pouting and pink, the inner lips a darker color and glistening already with a hot wetness.
"Want that cute little hole tickled some?" Hank breathed, his voice as coarse as a sailor's.
For an answer, Pam's cheeks flushed scarlet with pleasure, and she lifted her thighs up completely off the mattress. Her pubescent cunt seemed to wink at the grinning lecher!
"Hold her damn legs up, boys," Hank smirked.
To Pam's lusty delight, Bo grabbed one of her feet and her daddy grabbed the other. They forced her shapely young legs out into a tempting V as Hank came up into her thighs with the big tickler quivering at the end of his cock.
The instant she felt the rubbery monster forcing its perverted way between the stretching lips of her cunt, Pam threw back her blushing head and moaned.
The big tickler wormed its way deep into the inner folds of her fourteen-year-old slit, each and every one of the latex nodules tickling and scratching along the grainy walls of her expanding snatch like a million hairy-legged insects.
The slutty pleasure boiled up high into her womb, and her whole pussy throbbed as the rubbery thing invaded her.
"Ah – ah – hah!!"
Those were the last real sounds she was able to make before Bo and her daddy both aimed their freshly stiffened cocks in the direction of her mouth.
They were still holding her legs up, but had turned now to face her, offering her the choice of either of their lusty tools.
Pam's eyes sparkled as she saw the two smooth prick-heads coming toward her. The sawing rapture Hank's helmeted cock was making between her legs made her tongue come rolling salaciously from between her lips!
Bo's sturdy rod found a wet nest in her mouth first. She sucked the bulbous glans with deep-stroking joy, running the tip of her tongue in circles just under the ridged meatus. The boyish penis throbbed lustfully for her before she slupped her mouth away and took her daddy's even larger peter into her throat.
She alternated between feasting on first one wetly pleasured prick and then the other. Both of the strongly gorged tools stood straight out at her, willing and eager to be teased by her smacking lips and flickering tongue.
In the meantime, Hank Pauley slowly and deeply fucked the large tickler along the clinging walls of her mossy, overheated cunt. The rubbery arms on the lewd toy gave no rest to her broiling, twitching pussy, and with each inward stroke the longer bit of rubber rubbed amorously against her fanged and quivering clitoris.
Pam could feel her first wanton orgasm approaching on horned feet!
To increase the sultry completeness of her savage spasms, she took her daddy's whole cock into her mouth, riding the head as deep into her windpipe as she dared. And at the same time she grasped the stiff warmth of Bo's big peter with her right hand, squeezing the column greedily as she climaxed and sucked simultaneously!
Her pussy erupted with one bloating thrill of rapture after another, generating enough hot juices to soak Hank's horny prick from root to tip!
At the same time, her suctioning, demanding mouth made her daddy's madly stiffened cock begin to spurt.
With a brazen, gurgling joy Pam felt her throat filling up with the powerfully discharging sperm. It bubbled and foamed from the corners of her mouth and ran like hot gravy down over her chin!
In her frenzy, she began to masturbate Bo's hugely swollen penis, and in less time than it takes to say "hand job", his teenaged tool began to fire rockets of spunk into her face.
It was so depraved a scene that the Devil himself would have blushed!
Pam had both of her legs held up and pointing out like a nutcracker while Hank humped her sweet sucking snatch. And at the same time she was swallowing every drop of her daddy's prick which was horsed to the balls in her mouth. And added to that were the great, smoking gluts of Bo's sperm splashing against her nose and lips and chin as his cock found release.
It was in that incredible and uncompromising position that Pam's passion-glazed eyes happened to wander to the window of the spare room, and upward.
Her mother was standing at her bedroom window, looking down on the scene.
The face in the window didn't register on Pam's heated brain for a couple of heartbeats.
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!!