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CHAPTER TWO

Pam didn't know it but she was an awful lot like her father. He took his teenaged pussy wherever he could find it; she took her revenge out on anybody she could. Jack Turner used and abused a girl too young to defend herself, so Pam used and abused boys younger than herself. Little did her depraved parent know that he was raising a depraved little girl.

Pam didn't think of herself as depraved. Just angry. And hurt. She lived to get even with her father, to pay him back in like kind for degrading her and humiliating her with her own helpless sexual appetite. Since she was powerless against her father, she vented her hatred on those weaker than herself.

She turned to young boys and got her revenge by torturing the very organ which so often tortured her – a cock. Since she couldn't punish her father's gigantic prick, she punished smaller, weaker pricks.

The day her father raped her once again she suffered not only a buzzing, drenched cunt, but a burning desire to get even. And that very weekend her opportunity came.

It was a Saturday evening, right after dinner, that Pam's mother, answered the telephone. Mona Turner listened a moment, said something polite, and turned to her daughter.

"It's for you," she said.

Pam pranced to the phone and her father watched the delightful twitching of her cute ass. Pam kept her back to him, not wishing to see his lewd gaze on her body. Her father admired her ass and daydreamed about fucking it.

"Hello?" Pam cooed into the phone.

"Pam?" a woman's yoice said. "This is Anita Blame. We're friends of the Fosters. They said you like to babysit and we were wondering if you could watch our kids tonight."

"Well… sure," Pam replied.

"Oh, thank goodness!" the woman exclaimed. "We've asked everywhere! We'll pay you five dollars an hour."

Pam swallowed hard and bit her tongue to keep from gasping. Five dollars! The most anyone paid her was three!

"Can we expect you around seven?" Anita Blame wanted to know. "I know it's short notice, but…"

"No, no, that's fine," Pam interrupted. "I'll be there."

Anita gave her the address and Pam was out the door five minutes later, strangely eager to meet the Blame kids. By seven-fifteen she was alone with young Debbie and Johnny. Pam was most interested in the boy who, she was glad to notice, kept peeking at her body.

As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Blame left for the movies, Pam carried her purse into the bathroom. She took off her dress and removed her teeny-weeny undies. She wadded up the small bra and panties and stuffed them into her purse. Then she pulled her dress back on and returned to the living room. She left her purse on the toilet tank.

She peered at the golden-haired little girl on the sofa watching TV. "Where's your brother?" she asked.

"In his room," Debbie replied without taking her eyes from the TV.

Pam left the child engrossed in the program and made her way through the house in search of the boy. She found his room with no trouble and posed in the open doorway. Johnny Blame was sitting on the floor, gazing at a motorcycle magazine.

"What are you doing?" Pam asked softly.

The boy's head jerked up. His gaze danced over the pretty girl's sexy dress, then quickly fell back to the magazine. "Uhhhh, reading," he murmured.

"I can see that," Pam said. She stepped into his room until the toes of her shoes touched the edge of his magazine. "But why?"

To be polite, Johnny looked up – then wished he hadn't. Pam's dress was awfully short, high on her curvy thighs, almost up to her pussy. He gulped and lowered his head quickly.

"Because," he muttered.

"Because why?" Pam pressed. "It's not good manners to ignore the new babysitter."

"You're not my sitter!" Johnny blurted. "Only Debbie's. I don't need a sitter!"

Pam smiled. "I know, I know," she laughed. "You're a big boy. Well, if you're such a big boy, how come you don't want to get to know me better? Wouldn't you like to know me better?"

There was no mistaking the teasing tone of her sweet voice. Johnny's young prick began to get stiff in his pants. He looked up at her and rasped, "You mean it?"

"Sure I mean it," Pam said.

She smiled wantonly and gave him a sexy glance that made his cock jump. She took another step forward and set her feet to each side of his magazine. Her pretty legs made a wide upside-down V. Johnny looked under her dress.

"Jeez!" he gasped as his gaze roamed over her cute furry cunt. His prick throbbed wildly.

"I saw you peeking at me before," Pam cooed, letting him look. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah!"

"Is that why you came in here? Afraid to look at me?"

"Yeah," Johnny admitted. "Most girls get mad when I look at them."

"I'm not like that," Pam said. "I like to be looked at."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh. Want to look at my pussy?"

"I can see it!" Johnny gasped, blushing.

Pam giggled. "I mean really look at it."

"Jeez… yeah!"

Pam smiled with satisfaction and went to the door. She closed it and leaned against it seductively. Her blue eyes sparkled and scanned his lap.

"Show me your prick," she whispered, "and I'll let you see my cunt."

That dazed the boy. "You wanna see my prick?"

"Yes," she cooed.

"Jeez, you are different!" he gasped. Little did he know just how different Pam Turner was.

He eagerly leaned back on an elbow and quickly opened his pants. Panting hotly, he pulled his stiff young prick out and let his cock throb in mid-air before Pam's flashing eyes.

"Mmmm! You have a nice one," she purred.

"Now show me your pussy," Johnny said in a strained voice. He was anxious.

Pam smiled sexily and moved back to him. With her eyes fixed on his throbbing boner, she squatted in front of him and stretched her thighs wide. Then she pulled her dress way up and let him feast his eyes on her cunt.

"Holy Jeez!" he gasped, and his cock jerked stiffly.

Pam smiled at him. "Do I have a nice pussy?" she teased.

"Yeah!"

"Want to see my tits, too?"

"Huh? Well… yeah… if you wanna show 'em!"

Pam lowered her dress from her creamywhite shoulders and peeled it down below her little pointed tits. Johnny's eyes went crazy and Pam giggled.

"Just your size, aren't they?" she cooed. She cupped them seductively in her soft hands as the boy ogled.

"Jeez," he rasped thickly, "how come you're doing this? I mean… girls just don't show their cunts and tits."

"I told you," Pam said, "I'm not like other girls. I like to show a boy my body. See what happens to your prick when you look at my tits and pussy? I like to watch a cock get stiff."

"You do? But – why?"

"Because a stiff prick is more fun to play with. Would you like me to play with your cock?"

Johnny couldn't believe his luck. The kids at school would never believe this. This cute babysitter not only wanted to make his prick hard, she wanted to play with his cock.

Pam giggled as the boy sat staring at her pussy. "Well?" she cooed. "Do you want me to or not?"

"Yeah! Heck, yeah!"

"You won't tell anybody, will you?"

"No!"

"You promise?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"It has to be our secret," Pam whispered. "If anybody ever found out, we'd be in a lot of trouble. If you keep it a secret, I'll do some nice things to your cock."

Watching the look of youthful lust growing on his face, Pam reached over and gently caressed his thick, throbbing prick.

Johnny's mouth fell open and odd sounds gurgled deep in his throat as for the first time in his life a sexy older girl willingly stroked his swollen prick.

"Holy Jeez!" he gasped, watching Pam's fingers slowly encircle and fondle his pulsing cock.

"Does this feel good?" Pam asked. "You're nice and hard. It's hot, too. I like the way you got a hard-on for me." Her hand closed around his hotly pulsating cock-shaft and she added, "Want me to jerk you off?"

"Yeah," Johnny rasped hornily, and he eagerly pushed his prick upward in her hand.

"Do you shoot when you jack off?" she wanted to know.

"Yeah."

"A lot?"

"I-I don't know."

"Well, I want you to shoot a lot," Pam said.

She slipped her naughty fingers down to his small hot balls and tickled them. "I want your nuts to make lots of come for me. I like a stiff wet cock and really horny nuts. If you're good, I'll make you come more than you ever did before."

"Jeez!" Johnny panted as his elongated prick jolted viciously above her teasing fingers. "This is fantastic! You're really neat, Pam! This is fantastic!"

"You said that," Pam laughed. She scraped her sharp fingernails up the length of his swollen prick and caressed his wet cock-head.

Then, to Johnny's complete surprise, she released his prick and got to her feet. She looked around his room.

"What're you looking for?" he wondered aloud.

"Where are your toys?" she asked.

"My toys?"

Pam's eyes nailed his. "Yes, damn it! Can't you hear? You have toys, don't you?"

Her sudden harshness intimidated the boy. "Y-yes," he stammered, feeling foolish. "In the closet."

Pam pulled the closet door open and peered inside. The shelf contained an array of games, a kid's football helmet and boxing gloves. On the floor was a toy chest. She leaned down and rummaged through the collection of toys.

Johnny's eyes widened because when Pam bent over to search her short dress hiked up in back and he could see the sandwich of her cute little pussy between her thighs. His cock jolted with excitement.

"Oh!" Pam exclaimed suddenly. "These are ideal!"

She whirled around and dangled a pair of toy handcuffs from her fingers. She looked very pleased, almost thrilled, which puzzled Johnny. Why would handcuffs excite her?

"Do these work?" Pam asked.

"Uhhh, yeah, sure."

"How?"

"You just put them on and close them around your wrists."

"How do you open them?"

"Push that little lever on them."

"Can you get out of them?"

"What do you mean?"

Pam looked impatiently at him. "If I put them on your wrists, can you get out of them?"

"Well, yeah – if my hands are in front of me."

"But no other way?" Pam wanted to know.

"No. Why?"

Pam sighed. "Get naked and lay on your bed," she said abruptly.

"Huh? Heck, no. I ain't getting naked in front of a girl!"

Pam's blue eyes flashed and Johnny thought she was going to get mad again. But she shrugged her shoulders and said, "I see. I thought you wanted me to play with your cock. Okay. I don't care."

She dropped the handcuffs on his bed and started out of the room.

"Hey! Wait!" he shouted. "Where ya going?"

"To watch TV with Debbie," Pam said. She gave his prick a distasteful look and added, "I guess you're to young for me."

She turned away and Johnny blurted, "No don't go."

Pam glanced back at him.

He swallowed hard and rasped, "Why do I have to get naked?"

Pam faced him and gave him one of her prettiest smiles. "Because I want to feel you all over. I want to rub your, little ass and tease your balls and jerk your prick nice. An older boy wouldn't argue with a girl."

"Are you gonna get naked?" he wanted to know.

"After you do," Pam replied.

"Why me first?"

"So I can cocktease you, silly," she cooed. "After you're naked on the bed, I'll strip and excite you."

Johnny only had to look up and down her figure once more. Her luscious young tits were still naked in the open V of her dress.

"Okay," he said.

Pam's eyes glazed over as she watched him undress. By the time he was nude, her eyes were glassy and her breathing erratic.

"On the bed," she said in a strange voice. Johnny jumped onto his bed, flat on his back with his eager boner bobbing in the air.

Pam moved to the side of the bed and said, "Put your hands up here."

Johnny obeyed, but frowned in puzzlement as the sexy teenager cuffed his wrists to a crossbar on the bed.

"What'er ya doing that for?" he asked. "Can you get out? Try."

He wriggled his hands and tried to stretch his thumbs to the catch-springs.

"I can't," he admitted.

"Good," Pam said.

"Why am I handcuffed?" he asked.

"It's a game," she replied, glancing at his throbbing prick.

"I never heard of a game like this," he said.

"Sure, you have," Pam said, moving to his dresser. "Like Indians tying up someone."

"Girl Indians don't tie up anybody," he pointed out.

Pam smiled at him. "Well, think of me as a rapist, then, and you're my victim."

"A girl rapist?"

"Why not? There are girl truck drivers now."

"Jeez," he muttered hopelessly.

Pam pulled open a dresser drawer. "Do you have neckties?"

"No. Why?"

"Any rope?"

"Rope? Why do you want rope?"

"I want to tie your legs open," she answered. She turned and gave his cock a sexy look, then cooed, "I want to torture your prick."

Johnny couldn't know that she really meant that. Her statement simply excited his prick.

"In the toy box," he said hotly. "There's a jump rope."

Pam found it and murmured something about needing two lengths of rope. She settled for the jump rope and an electrical cord. She tied Johnny to the bed, spread-eagled.

"There," she sighed, admiring her handiwork. "Now you're my prisoner."

She stood beside his bed and smiled seductively at him. Holding the sexy smile, she slowly climbed up onto his bed. Standing up on it, she carefully straddled his body with her feet. With her legs spread in a big V, she slowly took her dress off, lifting it up and over her head.

"Jeez," the kid breathed, staring up at her golden-haired young pussy and tight little tits.

"Like?" Pam cooed.

She let her dress drop to the floor. Then she turned her body completely around and arched her back.

Her soft hands played over her ripe, firm ass-cheeks and she purred, "Do you like my ass?"

"Heck, yeah!" Johnny gasped.

She leaned forward then and wiggled her naked ass and cute cunt over his face, letting him get an eyeful. As he ogled her sweet ass and furry cunt, she watched his cock stiffen and throb and jerk excitedly.

"See how this makes your prick nice and big?" she whispered hotly.

Johnny took a quick look downward at his raging young cock and saw what was exciting the girl. Pam seemed to want his prick to get nice and hard. He had heard older boys in school say that all chicks liked stiff pricks, but this was the first time Johnny ever met a girl who really did.

"Jeez, this is great!" he announced, and his young prick bolted in the air for Pam to see.

She giggled and kicked her shoes off. Stark naked, she faced him again, one foot on each side of his hips. She posed for him. She lifted her hands to the back of her head and writhed her sexy body around to cocktease him. She cupped her tits and teased her pink nipple with her naughty fingertips. She smiled at him a lot.

Johnny's blood boiled and his prick grew to the greatest height he'd ever seen. Pam smiled and stepped back, placing her feet between his splayed thighs. She peered down at his throbbing young cock and her eyes got very glassy.

"Now your cock is mine," she rasped in a strained voice. With her hot gaze riveted to his bobbing prick, she sank to her knees and said. "It has to serve me."