Pam - Girls Read This

When I was 25 I lived alone in quiet working class neighborhood of old houses in West Virginia. I'm from New York and the adjustment from a metropolis to a coal mining area was bizarre, but it had its perks. The pay at the mining company was good for an engineer, and it was cheap to live. The best surprise was a girl named Pam. Here's how I met her.

On the weekends when the weather was nice I was always outside working on my house, which had been built in 1820. It was a wreck, but I loved fixing it up. The locals often came up to me to say what a good job I was doing and to introduce themselves. That place may be backward in many ways, but the people have a lot of heart there. They quickly won me over, and I them.

One day a young girl named Pam came by. It was a hot day and I had my shirt off. I was on a ladder when she called up to me.

"What ya workin' on?" she asked.

I looked down and saw her looking up at me. She was wearing a tight tank top leaning forward against a low fence with her elbows brought in tight to make her tits look bigger. It's a billion-year-old trick but I like it.

"I'm fixing the rain gutter. What are you doing?" I asked.

She smiled broadly. I could tell right away that she was happy I was noticing her. She pushed even harder against the sides of her small tits. I love large full tits as much as any guy, but a slender young girl with firm tits and big nipples is better turn on for me. "I'm watchin' you. I been watchin' you all summer but I never came by 'cause I was too shy." She said, looking down coyly. It was immediately apparent that this young girl knew how to flirt.

I came down the ladder and offered her a soft drink from my cooler.

"Do you have any beer?" she asked.

"Sure, but not for you. You're not old enough to drink."

"Almost. I'm gonna be 19 next week," she said.

"You have to be 21 to drink."

"My dad said when I'm 18 I can do whatever I want. I'm already 18. I can have a drink."

"Not at my house. Its soda pop or nothing," I said. She shrugged her shoulders and opened a Coke.

Even though we'd only been talking for a few minutes I decided Pam was not very bright. Her English was poor, even though it was the only language she spoke. This was a bias I had about the locals at the time. She was pouting so I started kidding her.

"Well, when you're 21 you come right over and we'll drink a whole case of beer together. How's that?

She smiled at my promise. "I'm sooooo hot," she said, pressing the cold can to the side of her neck and then onto her chest between her perky tits. Her move was right out of a 1930's detective film. Again, I admit I loved it.

We talked for a few more minutes and Pam made every effort to keep my attention on her tits. Every time I looked at them she smiled at me. I was a little self conscious to be talking to such a young girl in front of my house where my neighbors could see me, so I told her that I had to quit working and get ready to go out.

"Ya gonna go out with that black-haired girl I seen sleep over here?"

"Her name is Darla, and she's my girlfriend. How do you know she slept over?"

"Everybody knows. Everybody knows she ain't from 'round here either. They say she's from Carolina."

"Oh, really? Who's everybody? And who even cares?" I asked.

"Me and Rachael and Gina. We care. Rachael and I looked through your window and watched you and her do it on Friday night. She had red panties and you took 'em off and did it to her. I thought about that a lot...every night and once this morning." She smiled again.

That shocked me. Darla always wore red panties and she had been over Friday night. I didn't get mad though. In fact I got hard. I was already pretty turned on, but after her comments my cock ran out of room in my jeans. I could tell it was probably showing, and I was sure that my underpants were already wet from pre-cum dripping into them.

Pam looked shamelessly at my crotch and said," I seen you do it to her a lot of times. I can see right in your bedroom window from up on the hill. I seen her suck you. Me and Rachael seen that black haired girl suck you and we seen a blond girl jack you off once too, but she don't come around no more. She played with herself for you once, but that Carolina girl has always got her fingers in the pie. I play with myself too, but I never done it in front of anyone. Rachael did herself right up there on that hill with me sittin' next to her. She liked watchin' you so she did herself. I waited till I got home." Pam kept her eyes on my cock. My face was red and hot, but she never looked up at me to see it.

From far away we heard someone call her name. That's the way they do it in West Virginia; just lean back and holler as loud as they can. It's different than where I was raised, but it seems to work for them. She cocked her ear, listened and then looked up.

"I best go, " she said. "Daddy wants me to cook. That's why he lets me stay, 'cause I can cook real good." That ended our conversation . Pam left as suddenly as she had appeared and I and went into the house. Pam had given me a lot to think about. That night I went over Darla's house to express my passions.

Darla had a nice habit of fingering herself as soon as we started kissing. Pam was right about that. She never stopped, no matter what was going on. If she was sucking me, if I was playing with her tits, if I was fucking her... even if I had my fingers in her, her hand would be on top of mine showing me the way. She loved to stimulate herself.

After some delicious foreplay I slipped my cock into her and fucked her as fast and as hard as I could, all the time thinking about Pam. I put a pillow under her ass so I could prop her up and force my cock deeper inside. All the while I could feel Darla's middle finger stroking her clit. I love the feeling of the back of her finger against my shaft while she plays with herself. Sometime I hold still and let her bring herself to a high state before I start pumping, that night was different though. I was anxious to pretend I was fucking Pam. Yeah, yeah, yeah, guys are pigs. What else is new?

I lasted a long time, thinking about Pam's teen-age voice and bad grammar. The way she pushed her tits together for me. The way she said, "I seen that black-haired girl suck you..." I grabbed a handful of Darla's black hair and pushed my lips onto hers, my tongue moving wildly in her mouth. Usually I'm concerned about hurting a woman so I take it easy, but that night I rammed her as hard as I could. Darla's hand went down to her cunt and she rubbed herself vigorously while I fucked her. When I shot my cum into Darla it was one of the best orgasms I'd ever had. After I was done Darla started rubbing herself again. I started to pull out but she held me close. "I want you in me when I masturbate. I want you to feel me cum."

She worked herself slowly, sped up, and then stopped altogether. It was her way to get to the edge and pull back. Sometimes she would rock her body back and forth and other times it was just her hips that that moved. She knew how to handle her pussy much better than I could, even though she tutored me often. Her favorite way to masturbate was just as we were doing it then, with my cock in her. She always whispered to me how good it felt and usually by the time she came, I was hard again. Darla kept going with her show, each time getting closer to the climax. Finally she went at it hard and fast, much rougher than I would ever dare to handle her. "My ass, put your finger in my ass!" she breathed out loud. I wet my finger with saliva, reached under her and pressed against the small opening of her anus. "Inside, fucker! Inside my asshole. Do it!" I pushed gently and my finger slipped into her ass. "Now I'm gonna fuck myself and cum!" And she sped up her hand, working madly to get to the top. My cock was fully erect inside of her and I pushed deeper inside.

"Hold still!!!" she shouted and I froze. I felt her anus tighten and relax, tighten and relax. I felt my cock being squeezed by her muscles. "Do you feel it?" she asked.

"Of course. It's great, " I said.

Darla teased many more contractions out herself by wiggling, rubbing her pussy, closing her legs and pumping me. It was a long time before she stopped.

"Pull your cock out slowly and jack off in my face," she said.

"But I want to fuck you again."

"I'm too sore. But I want to see you cum. I'll suck you if you promise to pull out and squirt me when you're ready."

"Okay. Start me on your tits. Put some oil on them and push 'em together."

Darla poured a lot of oil onto her and lay on her back, pushing her tits together. It's the kind of oil that you can swallow and we use it all the time. It has cinnamon in it so it warms a little. It's perfect for fucking your hand, which Darla often encouraged me to do. I got on top of her, straddling her body with one knee on each side. I held my cock down, forcing it into the valley of her breasts. I started pumping fast right away. The faster you rub the hotter the oil gets and the better it feels. Fucking a woman's tits is almost like masturbating because you've got to use your hand to keep your cock in place. It was the first way I had sex with a woman and I still love doing it.

"Not to fast, Honey. I want you pull out and squirt me. You promised."

"You'll get it." I said.

I rocked on her for a while, maybe five minutes, but I needed more stimulation.

"Suck me and stroke me. Get me close to cumming, " I said.

She pushed me onto my side and went down on me. She stroked my cock and kept her mouth on the head of it, stopping to ask if I liked it. I told her I loved it.

Then she sat right up, rolled me over onto my back got on her knees. The bed was wet where she'd cum. Sweat and pussy juice had left a dark spot on the sheet and a tangy fragrance in the air. Darla put her hand around the base of my cock and inserted the head into her mouth again. I had been hard and soft and hard for a long time and I was at that wonderful stage where I could take lots of stimulation before cumming.

She started her sucking, drawing back, running her hand down the crack of my ass all over again. I let her do me for a long time, savoring every movement, every sound, every little tease with her hands. Then I took over. I put my hands on either side of her head and started moving her head back and forth to the rhythm she'd used when she had fucked herself. She kept sucking hard, making my cock painfully huge. When I was ready I pushed her away a little so her lips ran over the purple head of my cock, over the place where the head and shaft join and down the shaft a little. Every time she made a pass I felt like I was forcing my cock into a tight young pussy. Once in a while she pulled away too far and her lips lost contact with the head of my cock, and I pulled her down on me, ramming my cock deep into her mouth. Then we started the same routine again.

Even though I wanted to cum, I lasted a very long time. I was dripping sweat and so was Darla. She was working hard to make me squirt, trusting that I would pull out and shoot my wad onto her at the right time.

Then I felt it. That sharp tingle in my balls that tells me I'm loading up to cum. I pushed and pulled her as fast as I could so her lips rolled over that sweet spot on the top of my cock behind the head. I wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock and told her to gentle squeeze me. Squeeze, let up, squeeze, and let up. That's when I realized I'd been saying Darla, Darla, Darla for a while. Once she had the motions down perfectly I started saying her name again.

I moved her head back and forth as fast as I could and she sucked as hard as she could. I felt the difference in the strength of her sucking. Every beat she would make a wet sound when her lips passed over my sweet spot. She was working as hard as I was. After a few minutes of the most extreme pleasure I'd ever felt, my contractions started and I felt a big load of cum ready to race up the length of my shaft. I pushed her face away a little, so the tip of my cock was lust an inch from her lips. Then I ran my hand up and down my stiff bone until I jacked off onto her face. She was above me, but the white stream still hit her hard and splattered across her cheek. She stuck out her tongue and got the second blast where she wanted it.

"Milk it for me. Baby," she said, moving her face away so she could see me better. I tightened my grip on my shaft at the bottom and moved my fingers up my cock so more cum dribbled out of the hole. Darla collected it, combined it with the cum that was on her face and slipped it into her pussy. She rubbed it in, but she couldn't cum again because she was too sore. This was the state of being that Darla called satisfied.

The next day Darla called me at work on her cordless phone. She was in a little room at her office that the company had built so nursing mothers could express their milk and take it home later. Darla insisted that it was used more often as a place for women to make personal phone calls. Sometimes the calls were to boy friends and the women jilled off in there. I don't know about the other women, but Darla did it at least once a week, usually the day after we had great sex. She had a vibrator that she rubbed against her clit as we talked.

Sometimes I couldn't respond because I was at work, but that didn't stop Darla. As long as she knew I was listening, she would talk me through the whole process. When she was done I was always hot. Once in a while I'd go out to my car and pull my pants down so I could slip a clean sock over my dick and cum into it. I'd learned that trick from Darla, who had seen her brother do it many times. As I said, Darla encouraged me to play with myself. It was a way for her to feel good about her obsession with self-stimulation. She had said many times that her most erotic image was of a man jacking off.

That day I didn't go to my car. I was determined to control myself in the hopes that I'd run into Pam again. When I got home I was rewarded. I looked out my bedroom window and there she was walking her dog. I opened my window and called to her. She waived and came right down.

I came out into the backyard and we talked for a while. Pam was pretty, beautiful really, in a back woods way, but they way she acted made me think that I shouldn't get close to her. She told me that she had never attended school and couldn't read. She also confided in me that her older brother had abused her for many years until he got caught for it and went to jail. Pam and I were worlds apart. I decided not to make a play for her and told her I had some work to do in the house.

"You don't like me much, do you?" she asked.

"It's not that..."

"What is it then? All the boys here want me, but I like you. You think you're too good for me, don't you. Big city man and all." She finished in a whisper and then started crying. I reached out for her and she fell into my arms. "Do me. Do me right now. Take me inside," said.

I walked her into the house. I felt very attracted to her, but I knew things would go very wrong if I gave her what she wanted and I told her so once we were in the house.

"Then I'll finger-fuck myself! I'll make you hot like that uppity Carolina girl does!" Pam put her hand on her pussy, and started rubbing. In a few minutes she lay down on her back, slipped off her shorts and inserted two fingers into her cunt and another into her ass. Her hands were moving wildly and she was arching her back and humping up and down.

"Fuck me Jerome," she said. "My pussy is wet and I want your cock soooo bad. I want you to squirt in me. I want you to fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She said it over and over again while she pressed her fingers into her cunt. Then she relaxed her body a little, moved her fingers to her clit and started rubbing slowly. "This is my favorite," she said. "Really slow at first, so I get juicy. My juice is slippery. See it?" She pulled her fingers away for a minute and showed me. They were glistening. "Please fuck me, Jerome. I'm wet and ready for you. You won't hurt me, I can take a big one."

I didn't move. I was stunned really, and fascinated at the same time.

"Okay then, I'm gonna finger-fuck myself until I cum and I'm gonna close my eyes and think of you inside me while I'm doin' it. You can jack off or go away or call your girlfriend or whatever."

Pam started rubbing her clit again, really slowly. She had her eyes shut and she was whispering fuck, fuck, fuck in time with her rhythm. I had my hand on my cock, squeezing gently to keep me feeling good, but trying not to cum. She moved against her hand a little faster. She was in a trance now, and I could see beads of sweat on her forehead and above her lips. The wet sound of her hand slapping above her pussy and her fingers rubbing her clit was delicious. Pam was pure sex, pure young sex and I had to take my hand away from my cock because I was feeling the pressure build up in my balls. She put on quite a show and I had to swallow hard many times because she was making my mouth water. Especially because she was saying my name the whole time. Then Pam came.

Her legs straightened with her toes pointed. Her whole body convulsed and my name squeaked out of her lips. It was a long intense orgasm and she drew it out by teasing herself over and over again. Finally she opened her eyes and looked at me. "Jerome, did you cum?"

"No, not yet."

"Then pull down your pants and fuck me. Just once."

"I don't have any condoms in the house. Are you on the pill?"

"No, but I won't get pregnant. My brother fucked me hundreds of times and I never got pregnant."

"No condoms, no fucking, no babies. That's final."

"Then let me jack you off like that girl does. I've seen her do it. I know what you like."

I slipped off all my clothes so I was totally naked. She got up from the floor and took the rest of her clothes off. Then we went into the bedroom. She started stroking me real hard right away. I had to take her hand away because she was too rough. I put some oil on her hand and began to show her how I liked it. First I would wrap my fingers around my cock and stroke myself from the base to the top and then down again. Pam did the same thing for me, trying very hard to make me feel good. And she did. Then I showed her how I liked the feeling of the webbing between my thumb and first finger pass over the spot behind the head of my cock on the top. Pam came behind me so she could position her hand just right and did that.

"This how I saw that girl jack you off. Feels good, don't it."

"Yeah, real good."

"I'm gonna put my other hand on my kitty and rub myself like she does."

I could feel Pam slide her hand between her legs onto her pussy. She stroked me and fingered herself at the same time. I rubbed the smooth skin of her legs and watched her hand jack me off. She got good at it right away.

"Put some of that oil on me," she said in my ear. I reached for the oil, turned a little bit, and pointed the tip at her cunt. She spread her lips with one hand and I shot a stream of it into her. It ran down her bright pink skin and onto the sheet. "Put more on you, " she whispered. I squeezed the bottle and some came out onto my cock. Her hand was cradling me, but some ran over her fingers onto the sheet again. I changed my position so I was laying next to her, mouth on her nipple.

"Fuck me now, Jerome. I'm ready for your bone. Fuck me as hard as you want. Pull my hair. Slap me. Fuck me, please."

"Not without a condom, Pam."

"Then I'm not gonna jack you off." She tried to get up, but I held her in place.

"I'll fuck you when I have a condom, but right now you're gonna make yourself cum again while you stroke me." I forced her hand down to her pussy and put her other hand on my cock. She didn't need any more encouragement.

For the next few minutes she made us both feel good while I kissed her, sucked her tits and teased her ass. When I was getting ready to come I pulled her hand away and got up on my knees so she could see me jacking off. Her eyes were big and she quickened her hand on her clit. Then I felt myself squirt. The white stream shot out of my cock and onto her breast. I moved closer and got one more stream to shoot out before it became a dribble. She put my cock into her mouth and sucked the last of it into her.

When I was done I lay down on my back. Pam straddled my thigh and pressed her pussy against me. She was hot and oily. The slick natural liquid of her pussy, the sweat and the oil felt wonderful against me. She slid her hands under my leg and pulled me up against her. Then she started humping like mad. She was like a wild cat, moaning and squirming, rubbing against me. Saliva was running down the sides of her mouth and dripping off her chin. Sweat ran down her neck onto her perky tits. She was like an athlete running a sprint. The friction of her pussy against my leg was making me sweat too. I'd never seen a woman with so much sexual energy and endurance. She went on and on, saying my name like a tribal chant. After a long time she became winded and slowed. I didn't think she was going to be able to cum, but then she put a finger inside of herself and started to hump again. In a few more minutes she came. She collapsed, bending at the waist and leaning forward to put her face against my shoulder. Her mouth was open and she was gasping for air. Bubbles of saliva dripped on me. I felt a dribble of moisture escape her pussy lips and roll down my thigh. "Thank you, Jerome," she said and then fell asleep.

That was my first date with Pam.