Chapter 3
When Pamela had first heard what was going on in her parents' bedroom, she couldn't believe her ears. And now she couldn't believe her eyes.
Her father seemed to have an enormous greasy pole stuck to his crotch that he was pushing in and out through her mother's cunt. When he drew it out to its full length, it took Pamela's breath away, and she began to wonder what it would be like to have such an instrument inside of herself.
After her father had gone upstairs she had moped around for a few minutes before going upstairs as well. Then, just as she had been about to go into her room, she had heard these terrible sounds-moaning, groaning, grunting, and a terrible tossing and thrashing of heavy weights from the direction of her parents' bedroom. She had immediately walked down the corridor. The sounds came more loud and clearly-and then she had been directly in front of their door.
Fearfully worried about whatever might be going on, she had given the open door a slight nudge with her fingers. Only to find her parents engaged in the most carnal scene ever witnessed by a twelve-year-old!
Now she realized that what Daddy was sticking into Mama had to be the male penis. She had never seen one before except for brief glances of her brother Martin's when he was much younger.
But this was a man's penis that Daddy was sticking into Mother, and Jesus God it looked formidable! All slick and greasy looking as it slid in and out of Mother's hair-fringed hole, everything in their crotches surrounded with thick, dark hair, and above that Dad's hands on Mom's enormous breasts like the talons of a giant bird, as her mouth moaned various cries and pleadings, her beautiful head thrown back, her long black hair in disarray everywhere, her negligee ripped in shreds and lying, torn, under her savagely pumping buttocks.
Now Pamela's breath heaved madly, her large, firm young breasts moving irregularly under the tight red sweater. She felt as if she were rooted to the spot, and it was all she could do to pull the door just slightly shut again so that she could peek in on them surreptitiously.
She knew that she shouldn't be watching at all, but her little heart was fluttering so wildly that she felt glued to the spot. She literally could not pull her eyes away from the horrific sight. That was sex! she realized. How exciting!
Rubbing her fingers desperately between her legs, she watched fascinated as her father fucked her mother, both of them groaning, moaning, and thrashing as if they were in terrible agony. If this was real sex, thought Pamela, it was the most exciting thing in the world. Almost on the moment she spied her father's big rod pushing in and out of her mother's gleaming hole, she felt a wild wave of pleasure spewing forth throughout her young, girlish loins.
Now she knew that she was getting wet in her crotch, but she didn't care and only rubbed all the more furiously. Mother and Dad seemed to be going through a monstrous upheaval. Dad had pushed himself up from Mother and was pressing on her shoulders, his mouth straining as if he was in terrible pain. Then he gasped, said something unintelligible like "Oh honey, oh baby...." and his hair and face fell lankly forward as his hips seemed to tattoo like a machine gun and Mother gasped as well, her eyes wide and excited.
Pamela could see the white fluid spilling out around the edges as Dad's cock wormed in and out of Mother some more. It seemed to be soaking all of Mother's pussy hair. It was white, gunky stuff and Pamela wasn't sure that she liked that.
Then it occurred to her-that white stuff was probably the cum from a man's testicles that was supposed to make babies. That was probably how she had been made!
What a chilling thought. From some white stuff like that, connecting with an egg or whatever in Mama, she, Pamela, had taken shape. How wild! For one crazy moment she wondered idly what that white stuff would taste like if a girl licked it.
But that was filthy. Ugh.
Or was it? On some wild, fast-breathing impulse she began to rub her hot young cunt all the harder. Stroke for stroke with Daddy's penis. Her mouth opened in a gasp, and then, in unison with her own father's anguished cries of orgasm, Pamela felt a blinding wave of pleasure wash over her ... she cupped her pussy and stopped rubbing. She bent over panting as wave upon wave of sheerest joy flooded her sexy young being. It seemed as if this sensation was moving outward from her loins right into the ends of her fingers, her eyes, her ears, her toenails. Her limbs felt as if they weren't muscle, blood and bone at all, but rather the clearest water. Everything about her felt loose and helpless, vulnerable, as these shattering waves of joy thundered through her with echo after echo of sweetest ecstasy.
When she was able to get her head together again, she realized that she had staggered backward against the wall. Now she forced herself to return to the open crack in the door so that she could spy on Mom and Dad.
Dad was currently pulling his organ from between Mother's legs. There was a soft squishing sound as his penis came fully out, all slick and shiny. It hung between Daddy's legs like a gigantic fat worm just come up out of the rain. Pamela tingled all over. If all men's penises were like that, then she could hardly wait to feel what one would be like between her legs.
The scent of her own climax rose up from her crotch and she guiltily lowered her dress. What was Daddy doing now? Panting with one arm across his knee, his big, muscular body bathed in perspiration, his shock of dark hair plastered to his forehead.
Mother meanwhile rested with her arm over her eyes, saying nothing, her other hand resting on the curvaceous mound of her matronly belly, her fingers trailing through her dark crinkly pubic hair.
Somehow Pamela had expected sex to be more talkative. Her parents were totally silent. She gulped as her father played with his massively rolling penis as if it were a roll of dough or some sort of gigantic sausage. His testicles were big and hairy too. Her young cunt tingled as she considered what it might feel like to have something like her Daddy's cock between her legs. Her eyes shut. It would be heavenly.
But how could she possibly arrange such a thing? And wasn't it being terribly naughty? She knew kids at the First Church of Wilmette who had been kicked out for a lot less. Like Sally Tilbayne who had been expelled for showing her pussy to a little boy and letting him kiss it.
But she couldn't help herself. That thick eight inches of male meat of her Daddy's was just too intriguing. She would give anything for it. Oh, to have him smack the cleft in her behind with his hairy nuts as he had Mother! She could almost hear and feel the lewd splat of it.
Yes, she was in love with her father, and now she had to admit it to herself. Which of course made it all right. Because nowadays people in love were entitled to have sex with each other. She had read that in a book and in a magazine somewhere too. Or maybe it was just in a magazine.
But would Daddy want to do that with her?
She shook out her long blonde hair. She was easily as pretty as Mother, and even though it was terribly wicked, she knew, she sincerely hoped and expected that she could charm him.
She stepped back from the door and clasped her large, torpedo-like tits in her hands. All men noticed girls' breasts. Why should Daddy be any different?
Yes, she was convinced of it. She could make him fall in love with her as much as she was with his wonderful penis. But that entailed getting him alone, and how was she going to manage that?
She darted backward from the door as she heard Papa-Daddy get up from the bed and walk across the bedroom. Then she backed hurriedly back to her own bedroom and stepped inside. She rested just inside the door, breathing hard.
Yes, she would have to get Daddy alone so that he would have some private moments to study her beautiful young body and find that after all he wanted her too. She squeezed her breasts until they hurt. That was what he would do, when he wanted her. He would rub her pussy too and stuff that big hunk of meat inside her. And he would kiss her, and maybe suck on her titties too, and French-kiss her as well, and glory at her beautiful long blonde hair.
She fluffed out her gorgeous golden hair and looked back at herself in the mirror. All men noticed her, and all boys liked her and panted after her like silly children. So why shouldn't Daddy? She would French-kiss him just the way she had Tommy Eldrich under the elms the other night, with her tongue fully in his mouth. Then he would love her. There was no question about it.
But how was she to get him alone and get that beautiful cock inside of her?
Her chance came on the weekend.
She had just come into the house after walking their German shepherd Rex, when Daddy explained to Mother over the kitchen table that he was going to take a drive out to Lake Mundelein to see if their cottage was ready yet. The decorator had promised to have it ready the previous Thursday.
It was Saturday morning now, and surely they should have removed all their things by now. It might be pleasant to take a drive out there and see just how things were going.
Pamela sat down at the kitchen table and munched on an apple as she studied her father and mother. For several days she had sensed a certain tension in the househola, but she had attributed most of this to her own guilty and mischievous feelings over what she wanted to do with Daddy. Still, there seemed to be just a little something more in the air than that. She ran her fingers over Rex's muzzle arid his moist nose, pondering carefully and trying to figure out just what it was that she sensed.
But of course she had to be imagining it. Her guilt was running away with her. She shrugged and sighed and tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder.
It was true that Mother seemed to be just a little bit more snappish than usual, but that could be attributed to a lot of things. Or was it that sex made one irritable? Pamela curled her pretty pink lips. No, she couldn't imagine that having Daddy's big sex thing inside of her would make her cross. It wouldn't be possible. She gulped. She yearned for it too much for that.
The impulse was strong to rub her tender young pussy, but instead she merely pushed her thighs together.
"Sure, I'll just go out and take a look around," Father was saying. "Those guys must be done by now."
"Well, I've far too much work to do today," Adele said snappishly, wiping her fingers on her apron and glancing quickly at her son Martin, who was sitting across from Pamela and munching on an apple as well.
"You want to come, Marty?" asked Bob.
"Don't call him that!" Adele snapped, turning over the bacon with a long fork. "His name is Martin."
"Oh, Adele...."
"No, thanks, Pop," said Martin. "I have to practice for the swimming meet next week."
"Oh, that's right," said Bob. "I forgot."
"Forgot a thing like that," Adele sniffed, working some bacon up out of the pan and onto a napkined plate. "Forgot your own son's big event of the year."
"Oh, Adele, for heaven's sake...."
"It's okay, Dad," said Martin. Now he had a sandwich in his mouth. He liked bacon sandwiches, and even though it was only morning, his mother had made him one special. "I don't mind." He looked at Adele. She didn't say anything more.
"I'll go, Pop," Pamela offered brightly, just a shade nervous and moving her legs back and forth. The tingle in her cunt was really building wildly.
He looked at her and sipped his coffee. His eyes took in her long blonde hair, the ripe red fullness of her young mouth, her bright blue eyes with their long dark lashes, the heave of her overlarge tight bosom beneath the tight blue sweater. But he saw none of this sexually-she was merely his daughter.
"Oh, you wouldn't like it, honey," he said finally, wiping his mouth. "I'm just going to go through the house for a few minutes and check out the plastering and so forth. It would only bore you, believe me."
"I don't mind," she said cheerily, her heart beating heavily in her amazing young chest. She wondered if anyone notieed her excitement, but no, none of them had the slightest inkling of what she was up to. But how could they? After all, she was only twelve years old.
Her mouth began to water as she thought of her father's gigantic cock. But then she corrected herself-it was her pussy that needed him, not her mouth. Or was it...?
Her father looked at her thoughtfully. Well, certainly there was no harm in it. Anyway, she needn't be any more bored that she was just sitting around the house. A nice drive might even do Pamela some good. She seemed powerfully distracted about something lately. Probably just puberty taking its toll on her imagination. One couldn't blame a young girl with her-uh, with her unusual physical development-feeling a bit out of place and distracted. Boys her age probably had no interest in such things as big breasts. She was probably the most beautifully developed girl in her grammer school. Unquestionably!
Or was he underrating the youth of America? He tried to think back to his own days in grammar school. Admittedly, it was difficult. Had he ever seriously considered sex when he was twelve years old? He could not remember precisely now. It seemed to him that the boys had taken notice of girls with big "knockers," as they had called them. And he could remember distinctly once when he was eleven he had noticed that Lois Johnson had a lot of blonde hair in her armpits.
That's right-and Sandy Schwartz, the Jewish Princess had had the biggest tits. He remembered very clearly now. And Lenore something-or-other had gotten knocked up and had a baby. And he had once asked Doris Knockers to the school prom because she had such gigantic cantaloupes.
So he had thought of such things, even at that tender age. He could remember getting a hardon dancing with Miss Cole, the gym teacher, and kissing Beverly Lusty with her hand on one of her enormous firm boobs. She had been the talk of the neighborhood.
It all came back to him now.
He looked at his daughter with fresh appreciation. Little boys certainly must notice her, then. He could remember Frank Erspamer, at thirteen, teaching him how to masturbate in the boy's john. "See," Frank had counseled him sagely, his hand wrapped around his own enormous blood-engorged penis, "You just run the skin up and down over it, and that makes it get big." And Frank had had a gigantic one, all right.
All this rah through his head in less than a split second as he appraised his beautiful, fulsome daughter.
"All right, precious," he said, "you can come it you want to. But we won't be staying long. Just long enough for me to check the plaster and so on and get some sheets on the bed, that's all. So mostly you'll be going just for the drive."
I'll be bringing my bathing suit just in case, thought Pamela. Then we'll see....
"I have to do the laundry and a few other things," said Adele as she began serving up breakfast to their four plates. She gave Rex a shove with her leg and he sniffed and lolled around panting beneath the opening in her housedress. "So I certainly don't have the time. You two go along and see how it is. Then we can start making our plans for the summer."
She put some eggs on Martin's plate and ran her fingers lightly over his shining white-blonde hair. "Eat hearty, dear. I want you to do some real swimming this afternoon."
"Aw, Mom. I can't eat all this. I'll get a cramp."
"Never you mind," she said, her heart pounding in her chest as she watched her beautiful young son. "You go ahead and eat. Mother knows best, believe me."
"All right," said Martin and he dug in heartily.
The rest of the morning went rather calmly. Adele started her baking and her laundry. She had promised Martin his favorite whipped cream cake ... while Pamela and her father set off for Lake Mundelein.
With her daughter and husband gone, Adele took a few luxuries. She allowed herself to look out the window at her handsome fifteen-year-old son as he practiced his swimming and diving. How his marvelous muscles shone in the sunlight! Even though he was only of medium height for a boy his age, he was wonderfully proportioned like a Greek god.
She had to confess now that she doted on her son, but this confusion no longer bothered her, even though her condition was apparently of somewhat recent nature. There was no reason for it to embarrass her, for, after all, a great many mothers doted on their sons and this was, after all, somewhat normal.
So, why then did she feel this tingling in her groin whenever she looked at him?
There he was, bounding high up into the air from the diving board, his glorious young muscles dancing and flashing in the sunlight, every sinew in his body outlined tightly and plainly. She strove to analyze her feelings, convinced that it had something to do with the fact that Bob had left her so unsatisfied when he had "used" her body a few days before.
Brutal fellow. She'd bet that when it came time for Martin to love a woman, he'd never be so callous. He'd love her gently and work her up to a fever pitch with his tenderness until she blew her head off.
But what on earth was she thinking of?