Chapter 3

When Harry Harper arrived home from work that afternoon, he found the note from Helen telling him that she was going to her sister's for a few days to think things over. His first reaction was anger. The more he thought about the situation, the more pissed he got. She was his wife, dammit, and she had no business running off this way! He had left work early so he could get home and work out the problem with her, get her to see that all she had to do was learn to come a little sooner, and she wasn't even home!

Taking a beer from the refrigerator, Harry went into the back yard to sit and think. As he was dragging a chair out of the hot sun, he happened to glance at the gap in the fence between his yard and Pam's. His eyes almost bugged out of his head at what he saw.

Pam was lying on a blanket in her yard, her naked body fully exposed to the hot sun. The 120 pound bundle of female flesh exposed to his eyes 44 was a breathing sight. Her huge breasts stood up from her chest like two miniature mountains, the full, thick nipples surrounded by deep brown circles of pebbled flesh. His mouth watered just looking at her.

As though in a trance, Harry walked to the gap in the fence and stood there, feasting his eyes. Pam's eyes were closed, so she didn't immediately see him. After a few moments, she became aware that someone was staring at her. Opening her eyes, she lifted her head and looked at Harry, making no effort to cover her nude body.

"Oh, hello, neighbor. Home early aren't you?" She shaded her eyes from the sun with one hand, the movement of her arm causing her tits to bounce slightly.

"Yeah," Harry replied. "Came home to talk to my dear wife and she's not even here."

"I saw her put the suitcase in the car and leave this morning. I take it that you didn't know she was going away. Got troubles?"

"You might say that." Harry stood on his side of the fence, beer forgotten, his eyes riveted to Pam's luscious body.

"Come on over and sit down. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. I know I'm a stranger, but sometimes it's better to talk to a stranger than someone you know well." Pam waited until Harry had sat down on the grass near her head and then turned over so she could look at him easier. "I'm also a hell of a lot cheaper than a psychologist." She smiled sweetly at Harry. "It's about time we got acquainted better anyway, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it sure is," Harry muttered.

The way Pam was lying, her tits hung down to the ground and she propped on her arms. Her heavy, curvaceous ass rose in the air in a continuous sexy sweep. The rear view was just as alluring as the front view.

"So? I'm all ears. Maybe I can help you over some rough spots."

Harry looked at her dainty ears and laughed out loud. "Damned if you're all ears!" Then he got serious. "I need to talk to someone, I guess. The men I work with certainly wouldn't understand and I don't know any women well enough to talk to them." He paused, screwed up his courage, and continued. "Helen took off because we had an argument this morning. Another argument. We seem to have them all the time."

"Let me guess. They're always about sex, aren't they? How long have you been married?"

"Six months. And, yes, they're always about sex. We get along just fine in all the other areas."

"Six months isn't very long. The honeymoon shouldn't be over that soon. So what's the problem? She doesn't want it as often as you do?"

"Well, no, not exactly. I mean, she's willing as often as I am. It's just that . . . " Harry's voice trailed off. He didn't know how to tell Pam what the real problem was.

"Well, that doesn't leave much," Pam mused. "Either she wants it more often than you do, or you don't satisfy her. You're a virile young man who should be able to do it a couple of times a day, at least, so I'd guess you aren't really giving her what she wants."

"Are you psychic or have you been peeking in our window?" Harry asked. Pam's straightforward manner was making it easier for him to talk to her.

"Neither. I've been through just about all the different situations. I've been married, you know. And after my husband died, I haven't exactly been celibate. What does Helen want that you're not giving her?"

"Shit," Harry blurted, "just about everything! Her biggest complaint is that I don't last long enough for her to come. I don't know what the hell she expects."

"That's not an unusual complaint, you know. Lots of men are too fast, especially when they're young. Did you have much experience when you got married? And did Helen?"

"Oh, I'd been with quite a few girls. Helen was a virgin. I think that's the problem. She just hasn't learned how to fu. . . how to get ready."

"Come on now, Harry, don't blame it all on her. Making love is a joint effort. Both partners have to do their part or it isn't any good. Do you engage in lots of foreplay? That's very important to a woman. She is slower to get started than a man is."

"Well, she's almost always wet before I, uh, enter her. Doesn't that mean she's ready to go?"

"Oh, lord no! My pussy's getting wet just talking to you, but I'm certainly not ready for you to fuck me. Not right this moment, anyway."

Harry was struck dumb for a few seconds. He had been dying to get his cock into this sexy woman and here she was, offering it to him, almost on a silver platter.

Pam grinning wickedly, pleased with the young man's reaction to her statement. She had, she knew, totally discombobulated him. Much to her delight. It had been several days since she'd fucked, and she wanted a cock in her. What better one than the young one sitting in front of her, completely enamoured of her charms.

"Assuming, of course, that you would like to fuck me. I am almost old enough to be your mother, after all. Maybe you don't like older women. I'll understand if you don't want to fuck me." She deliberately kept using that expression, aware of what the words were doing to the young man. "I'd be disappointed, but I'd understand. Maybe I can help you fuck Helen better. She is coming back home, isn't she?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so," Harry replied, choosing to answer her last question first. "She left me a note saying she'd be gone for a few days. Went to visit her sister."

Pam rolled over on her back, sat up, and turned so her open legs were aimed at Harry. Spreading her thighs slightly so he could see her pussy, she held her back straight, pushing her tits out at him.

"So you don't have to worry about making excuses about spending the night with me, then do you? You would like to fuck me, wouldn't you? I mean, you can see what I have to offer. I'm not too old and wrinkled for you, am I?"

The barrage of questions disconcerted Harry.

His brain was aflame with the desire to get his cock into her. He didn't know what to look at the most, her pussy or her tits. The thick inner-lips of her cunt were peeking through the light brown pussy hair, glistening with moisture, begging for his stiff prick.

He couldn't reply to Pam's questions verbally. He stood and started fumbling with the buttons on his clothes, avid to experience this older, more accomplished woman.

"Not here," Pam said with a chuckle. "We'd better go inside. One of the neighbors might see us. I don't have any objection to fucking in front of others, but I'm not sure some of our neighbors would accept my openness." She held out her hand for Harry to help her up.

Inside the house, Pam released Harry's hand and said, "Now, you can get undressed. I'd like to see what you have to offer."

Pam made no effort to help Harry undress. She stood in front of him, looking carefully at each part of his body as he bared it. Soon, he, too, was fully nude. His cock was sticking straight out, ready for action. Pam grasped it lightly with one hand, running her palm up and down the shaft.

"Nice," she said. "Helen shouldn't complain about the size. Come, we'll take a shower so we're nice and clean for each other."

Harry didn't want to waste time in the shower. He wanted to put his prick in her right now, right here. She could bathe after he had fucked her.

"I'd...I want to fuck you," he said through clenched teeth. "You've got me so hot I can't stand it."

"Ah, that's the secret," said Pam softly. "If you fucked me right now, you'd come after just a few strokes and then it would all be over. If you're going to put that nice tool in my pussy, I'm going to get something out of it, too. Don't argue, now. Just do what I say and you'll have all the pussy you can handle. You have to think of my needs and desires, too."

Pam led him to the bathroom and put him in the shower. Adjusting the water, she got behind Harry and began to slowly rub some soft, fragrant soap over his cock. His prick became very slippery as she worked her hand around it, pumping it gently. Her pointed nipples were pressing into his back. He could feel the bush in her groin against his buttocks.

"It'll start feeling much better soon," Pam whispered. "Better and better." Her hand worked a little faster. "You'll feel it soon. How often do you masturbate?"

"Uh, I, uh, don't," Harry managed to gasp. "I'd rather have it in your pussy."

"You'll have my pussy soon. Right now, we've got to take the pressure off, so to speak. After you've come this way, you will last longer when we fuck."

"I, uh, don't, uh, I can't come again so soon. Let me fuck you now!"

"Oh, no, we're going to do this my way. I'll get it hard again faster than you think. Just relax and enjoy what I'm doing."

"I . . . " Harry started to object to her jacking him off, but his words were cut short by the rising tension in his prick. Suddenly, his come was spurting from the tip of his cock, a thick stream of sticky goo shooting out.

Pam continued jacking him off until he dribbled to a stop. She was breathing hard, her hard tits scrubbing into his back. "I like to watch a man come," she whispered. "You came so much. Is it always like that?"

"Yeah, I guess it is. But I wish you had let me fuck you."

"Calm down, dear. Don't be so impatient. I'm going to suck and fuck you so much you won't be able to walk when I get through with you. You'll come just as hard later, believe me. I'll see to that."

Pam washed his body, then hers, not letting him touch her yet. She didn't want him to get too eager too soon. She wanted his cock in her when it would do her some good. And, she wanted to show him that he could properly fuck a woman and give her lots of pleasure. Young men were a special delight to her. They were so strong, so long lasting, if handled properly, and she loved to teach them about making love. Almost as much as she loved to fuck.

Drying him off, Pam led Harry to the bedroom and put him on the bed. As she stood by the bed, looking at his body, Pam's loveliness hit Harry like a punch in the guts. Her long blonde hair hung down to her shoulders, framing her beautiful face and slender neck. Her breasts were large, high, and firm. Her skin glowed with a deep tan, not a wrinkle showing anywhere. Her nipples were exceptionally dark, standing up from large, pebbly aureola. Her waist was narrow, her body widening at the hips into lush, feminine curves.

"God, you're beautiful," Harry husked. "I've got to fuck you."

"Don't rush, dear. You're going to like what we do, don't worry." Pam understood the main problem between Harry and Helen now. "Don't be selfish. I want my pleasure, too."

Pam took Harry's cock in her hand, muttering, "I'm going to show you what it's like to really make love." Before he could respond, she guided the cockhead into her ovaling mouth.

Harry grunted from the fierce pleasure of her warm, wet mouth circling his throbbing cock. His balls were swollen again. His shaft was hot and there was no better way to ease the painful pressure than by plunging it into a moist, willing, loving mouth. As long as that mouth didn't belong to his lovely young wife. Pam was a stranger, had fucked around a lot, so she could suck him all she wanted to. He would even come in her mouth, if that's what she wanted. She must have learned to suck sock after her husband died and she started fucking all those other men she mentioned in the yard. Surely her husband had never let his wife suck his cock.

Pam knelt at his feet, her belly sucked up, her thick-nippled tits dangling. She wet the head of his cock with saliva, then rubbed it over her lips. Letting the knobbed head slide into her mouth, she sucked deeply. Harry sighed as her mouth action sent waves of pleasure racing through him. Periodically, Pam took the cock out of her mouth and licked the length of the shaft, running her tongue up and down it, coating it with her saliva. After a while, Harry pulled his cock away from her. Pam looked at him questioningly. She hadn't felt the stirring of another orgasm.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he said, attempting to push her onto her back.

"You'll fuck me when I want you to," responded Pam, straddling his body.

Had Harry been paying attention, he would have understood what he was going to be faced with before he got out of this woman's bed. However, his mind was on his cock. He missed the forceful tone of Pam's voice. His experience with Helen mislead him. Pam wasn't his compliant, repressed little wife, as he was soon to find out. Pam knew what she wanted and was going to have it. He wasn't going to leave her unsatisfied and frustrated the way he did Helen.

When Pam climbed over him, Harry thought she was going to top-fuck him. Pam had other ideas. She scooted up his body, pushing him onto his back again. When her ass was under his chin and her furry pussy was boring in for his mouth, Harry realized what she was going to do.

"I don't do that," he objected, trying to turn his head away from her cunt.

"Then it's time you started," hissed Pam, spreading her pussy lips wife apart with both hands and lowering her ass until her soppy hole engulfed his mouth and nose. "I ate your cock. You can eat my pussy."

Harry's face was captured by the heavy folds of her cunt. The weeping hole was on his lips and her clit was mashed against the tip of his nose. When he opened his mouth to breathe, Pam pushed down a little harder.

"Use your tongue in my hole," she commanded. "Taste my cunt juice. Get a mouthful of it. Drink it." She wriggled her heavy ass around, smearing his lower face with her juice. "Stick out your tongue."

Pam's forceful manner made him afraid not to do as she demanded. Harry stuck out his tongue; pushed it into her hot honey-pot. His first taste of cunt wasn't what he had expected. All the boys at school, who had never eaten a pussy and didn't know what they were talking about, had always made remarks about pussy having a fishy taste and smell. This one didn't. The taste was rather nice. Withdrawing his tongue, he savored the slight tangy taste. Then he put his tongue back in the hole and worked it in and out, like a slender, short cock fucking into the blonde twat.

"That's right. Fuck me with your tongue. Make my cunt feel good."

The sweet fragrance of her sex filled his nostrils, intoxicating him. Pam wriggled her hips around, smearing her cunt all over his mouth as his lips pressed against her pussy lip. His tongue separated the pussy lips and dipped into the core of her sex again and again. Her sleek pink membranes were wet and glistening. Harry tasted her juices, his tongue pumping in and out of her cunt.

Pam turned around on top of his face and leaned over so that her head was directly above his rock-hard prick. It stood up from the thatch of hair in his groin like a flagpole in a patch of grass. She took his prick in one hand and guided it to her mouth. Her new position made her clit more accessible than her hole. Harry's tongue slid up her wet slit and pressed against the fleshy love button.

Removing his cock from her mouth for a moment, Pam said, "Lick my clit. Suck it. Love my clit, baby. Make me come that way. I'll suck you off."

Pam sucked his cock back into her mouth, letting the pulsing head rub against the soft roof of her mouth. At the same time, she wrapped her tongue around the underside of his shaft. Teasingly and skillfully, she worked her tongue against his flesh. She had to fight to keep from losing her concentration as his excited tonguing of her pussy sent fire through her nerves. For someone who was reluctant to eat pussy, he was now doing a wonderful job. Her toes curled and uncurled reflexively as Harry's tongue got to her. She sucked his cock deep into her throat.

Harry's swollen cock throbbed and ached with lovely sensations. He knew that he was going to come soon; going to fill this wonderful woman's mouth with his hot love juice. But she had said that was what she wanted. No woman had ever sucked him off before. Some of the girls he had dated had let him put his cock in their mouth, but they withdrew long before he could come. He tried to hold back; tried to make the delicious sensations last longer, but he was powerless against that fantastically hot mouth and active tongue.

With a fierce lunge of his hips, his cock erupted and spurted scalding sperm into Pam's avidly sucking mouth. He heard her gag for an instant, then she was sucking even harder, not only drawing the come from his rod, but pulling the head deeper into her throat. For an instant, Harry was disappointed that he was coming again and still hadn't felt his prick in her cunt. That feeling lasted less than a moment, however. What Pam was doing to him felt too good.

As Pam felt the first spurt of come in the back of her throat, she squirmed her hips around energetically, rubbing her clit harder against Harry's tongue-tip. Her own orgasm started scant seconds after his. She would have screamed her pleasure, but her mouth was too full. Her mother had always told her never to try to talk with her mouth full, so she concentrated all her attention on the waves of pleasure washing over her. She loved to come and she was going to do so many times before she let this inexperienced young man get away from her. He had a lot to learn and she was going to be the teacher.

When Pam's orgasm had died down and she had drained the last drop of come from Harry, she rolled off him and lay on her back, breathing deeply, slight shudders running through her body.

"For someone who has never eaten pussy before, you did very well," she told Harry. "And it wasn't so bad, was it?" Her hand eased over to his cock, wrapping the half-hard shaft.

"Well, not really. I always thought there would be a different smell and taste. Sort of fishy, you know?"

"Nonsense. You've been listening to someone who doesn't know what he's talking about. If a woman keeps herself clean, there's no bad odor. I've never tasted a pussy that didn't have a nice flavor and aroma."

"You mean you . . . ! You really . . . ? "

"Eat pussy? Of course. Most every woman who really loves to fuck eventually gets around to trying it. Some continue doing it, some don't. I happen to be a woman who-likes it."

"Boy, I hope Helen never gets such an idea!"

"Oh, my, young fellow, you've got so much to learn. One of the most exciting things a man can watch is two women loving each other. You'd better wise up or you're going to lose that beautiful young wife of yours. One of these days she's going to find out what fun sex really is. Then you'll be in for it. Right now, though, you're going to get your wish. We're going to put this lovely hard cock in my pussy. Have you ever been top-fucked?"

"Uh, no. I like it the other way better."

"If you've never had it with the woman on top, how in hell can you know what you like better? God, you have some stuffy ideas!"

Pam didn't wait for him to protest any further. Climbing over him again, she positioned herself over his stiff rod, fitted the head between her cunt lips, and eased her ass down.

"I want it all the way in," she hissed. "All the way to your balls. Then I'm going to fuck your socks off."

The blunt head of his prick nosed between the drizzling lips of her slit. She snapped her ass down, feeding it into her faster. His cock slid in steadily, disappearing into her hot box right before his eyes, swallowed up by the hot maw of her sex without him having to do anything but lie there.

"I didn't know if I can come again," Harry said doubtfully. "You've already made me come twice since I got here."

"I know how many times you've come. Forget about coming and enjoy fucking me. If you come, fine. It not, what does it matter? You'll make me come. That I guarantee. I like having your come in me, but it isn't necessary. What's important is my orgasm. Now, stop talking unless you're going to say sexy things to me. I want to concentrate on fucking your cock."

"You make it sound like I'm not even here. Just my cock." Harry sounded hurt by the thought.

"You got that right, buster! Your cock's the only thing that's doing anything important right now. If you want to use your mouth, take my tits in it."

Her tits were dangling in front of his face as she fucked her ass up and down, riding to the very tip of his cock before sinking back down, burying the shaft in herself once more. She was leaning forward, bracing herself with her hands on the bed, her eyes closed, savoring the feel of his hard flesh in her cunt. Her nipples were pointing down at him like thumbs, hard and stiff. The hairy oval of her pussy was spread apart, gripping and relaxing around his cock as she fucked herself.

Harry did more than just suck her tits. He chewed and bit them. Gnawed at them so roughly that her whole pussy twitched with the feelings. The muscles of her cunt wrapped and unwrapped around the hard pipe of his sex, like soft lips trying to kiss the flesh.

Before Harry expected it, Pam was spasming in orgasm. "Ah, fuck," she moaned. "Love to fuck. Love to come. Love to fuck!"

Her pussy clenched at his moving prick as if trying to milk it, her juices pouring out and soaking it. She bucked her hips up and down and Harry tried to follow her, tried to keep his cock buried as deeply in her as possible. He felt, to his great surprise, another orgasm stirring in the base of his cock. Afraid she would climb off of him before he had a chance to come again, he grabbed her hips and tried to hold her steady as he fucked into her cunt.

Pam was having none of it. Lost in the throes of her orgasm, she was mindless of anything else that was happening. Her head was thrown back, her mouth hanging open, inane gibberish pouring out in a keening wail as she fucked herself to an even higher plateau. Her cunt was pouring out her juice in such copious amounts that it was trickling down Harry's cock, over his balls, and into the crack of his ass.

He pumped up into her with all his might, striving for his own orgasm. Then it was there. He was coming yet again! He didn't believe it was possible, but he was pouring his hot sperm into this woman's fucking pussy, giving her as good as he was getting. Pam made ragged, sobbing noises as she felt his jizz splash into her cunt, hot and thick, increasing her own pleasure. She could feel Harry's cock throbbing in her depths. Reaching behind her, she grasped his nuts and gently squeezed. They felt large and hot and hairy between her fingers as she toyed with them.

When it was finally over, she rolled off Harry again and lay spread-eagled on the bed. They were both panting like exhausted swimmers.

"Ahhh, that was good," Pam sighed. "God, how I love to fuck! There's just nothing in the world like a good come. Feel my pussy. It's still hot."

Harry put his hand in her cunt. "Yeah, and it's still wet, too. Real soppy."

"That's the way a well-fucked cunt should feel," Pam sighed. "Kiss it. Put your tongue on my clit."

"But, we've...I've just. . . "

"So? There's nothing poison there's nothing that'll hurt you, even if you do get some in your mouth. Kiss it and tongue my clit. It still tingles."

Pam put her hand behind Harry's head and pulled it down to her crotch. He wasn't wild about doing what she wanted, but she was so forceful he was afraid to resist. He did hesitate a little; try to keep her from pulling his head all the way down to her wet cunt.

"Either you use our tongue on my clit and make me come again, or you'll never fuck me again," Pam told him, pulling on his head. "And you do want to fuck me again, don't you?"

Her threat worked. Harry's reply was to bury his head between her thighs and start working on her winds, he dove in. Pam's forcefulness stirred something in him. He sort of liked having a woman tell him what to do.

"After you bring me off again with your tongue, I'll let you fuck my ass. If you're careful. Bet you've never had your cock in an ass before, have you? There are so many things we'll do before the night's over. And you'll just love every one of them."

Harry increased the intensity with which he was eating Pam's pussy. His mind whirled with the imaginings of what the rest of the night would be like.

By the time dear old Harry staggered back to his house to get ready to go to work, he could hardly walk. Just as Pam had promised him.

Between their bouts of fucking and sucking, they had talked. At least Pam had. Harry listened. What she had said had started him on the way to changing a lot of his stupid ideas about sex. He had been surprised to learn that Pam and her husband had done all the things he and Pam had done during the night. He saw things in a much different light now. He could do those things with Helen. A woman who enjoyed sex wasn't a slut.

He had liked Pam's forceful manner, too. She didn't exactly dominate him, but she didn't let him ignore her desires, either. Toward morning, he had even been able to occasionally take the lead and Pam had willingly followed. All it took was for him to demonstrate that he considered her an equal partner in their lovemaking.

Harry Harper left the older woman's bed a changed man. He was now sure that he could give Helen what she wanted. If he ever got the chance again.

He also knew that he could fuck Pam again anytime he wanted. If he worked things right, he might even manage to get Helen and Pam into bed with him at the same time. That would be a blast!

Maybe Pam would be able to introduce Helen to the pleasures of eating pussy. He'd like to see that. Maybe, too, he could get his cock into Helen's virgin ass. He had really enjoyed fucking Pam that way.

He had a lot of surprises for his shy young wife. He hoped she would come back home soon so he could teach her all the new things he had learned.