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Pam and the Drill - 2
by jallen944 (jallen@burpingfrog.com)

***

Pam's friend teaches her how to make love to a girl. 
(ff-teens, 1st-lesbian-expr)

***

Pam turned around and they faced each other with their 
legs crossed. Debbie raised the hairbrush, holding it 
by the bristle end. The handle end was a round shaft 
with a blunt end.

"Pretend this is a guy's cock," Debbie said. "You know 
what one looks like, right?"

Pam giggled. "Sure. I'm not that dumb."

"Good. I hope you know what a cock looks like." She 
held the blunt end close to her mouth. "First, you kiss 
it, then you lick it a few times," she said, and 
pressed her lips to the handle. Her tongue poked out 
and ran up and down the handle. "Then you just suck on 
it." She put the handle between her lips and slid it in 
and out of her mouth. "That's it," she said with a 
shrug. "Oh, and make sure you don't let your teeth 
touch the cock. Guys hate that."

"Ok," Pam said with a confident nod.

Debbie angled the brush toward her. "Now you try it."

Pam licked her lips. "What do I do again?"

"Kiss it and lick it like you really like it."

"Will I?"

Debbie grinned. "I really like it."

Pam leaned forward and kissed the tip a few times. She 
stuck her tongue way out and ran it up the sides of the 
handle, just like Debbie did. She looked into Debbie's 
eyes. She had a smirk on her lips. Pam put her hand 
around Debbie's hand, pulled the brush closer, and 
closed her mouth over the end of the handle.

"Are you sure you never did this?" Debbie said.

Pam licked her lips and wiped her mouth.

"I did it a couple of times."

"With who?"

Pam shrugged. "A guy."

Debbie made a disappointed face. "Did you make him 
cum?"

"I guess so."

Debbie laughed. "I bet you did. He came in your mouth, 
too, didn't he?"

Pam blushed and giggled. "Yeah, he did."

Debbie shook her head and put the brush on the bedside 
table.

"You're something, you know that? I thought you were, 
like, all so innocent. You know shit, you just don't 
admit it."

"I just want to be good at it, like you."

Debbie laughed. "What makes you think I'm good at 
giving head?"

"Well, you are, aren't you?"

Debbie's laughing stopped. "Yeah. So what?"

"So ... I want to be good at it, too," Pam said, 
fingering the top edge of her sock.

"It's not so hard. I just showed you."

"What about kissing?" Pam said.

"What about it?"

"Well, I want to be ready when I get to do it with a 
boy. I want to do it right. We should practice on each 
other."

Pam watched Debbie's eyes, hoping she hadn't gone too 
far. She didn't look upset, though. She was looking 
down at the bedspreads and her lips were curled up in a 
grin. She looked up and her face was serious.

"Ok. It's easy. Mostly, you just let the boy do the 
kissing and you sort of go along with it. I'll be the 
boy. You just close your eyes."

Pam closed her eyes and leaned forward with her lips 
slightly parted. Her breath was shallow and weak, but 
her blood burned in her veins. The wait seemed like 
forever, until Debbie's lips touched hers, and lights 
flashed behind her closed eyes. She pressed with more 
force. Pam's lips yielded, and Debbie's moist tongue 
pushed into her mouth.

Debbie's hand touched her cheek. Pam tilted her head to 
the left and let Debbie's tongue push deeper into her 
mouth. Debbie's hands rested on her shoulders. Her lips 
moved down her cheek to her neck. Pam gasped and moaned 
from deep within herself.

"Was that good?" Debbie whispered.

Pam sighed. "Yeah, that was good."

"You think you'll be ready when you do it with a boy?"

"I guess so. Yeah, maybe," Pam said. Her head spun. She 
desperately wanted to feel Debbie's lips on her neck 
again.

"Does your brother turn you on?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"I bet he thinks you're a turn-on," Debbie said. She 
put her hands on Pam's chest and squeezed gently 
through her blouse. "You have nice boobs."

"Yours are bigger than mine," Pam said with a soft 
sigh. Her eyes were half closed. The room was silent 
except for her breathing. The touch of Debbie's fingers 
made her skin tingle.

"You think so?" Debbie said. She pulled her shirt up 
over her chest. She wore a lacy, black bra that matched 
her panties. Her breasts were squeezed into it, 
stretching the delicate fabric. She unhooked the catch 
at the front, between her swollen, soft breasts, and 
pulled the cups away, letting her breasts fall free. 
They bounced and shook. Pam turned her head, pretending 
not to look, but looked anyway, out of the corner of 
her eye. Debbie cupped them in her hands.

"Do you think my nipples are ugly?" she said, rolling 
the soft, pink points in her thumb and forefinger.

Pam stared at her nipples. Her mouth watered. The warm, 
moist area between her legs tingled and she squirmed.

"No," she said with a shake of her head. Her hair fell 
across her eyes and she brushed it behind her ears.

"Let me see yours," Debbie said.

Pam hesitated, watching her to see if she was serious. 
She seemed to be waiting. Slowly, Pam unbuttoned the 
front of her blouse. Debbie's eyes watched her hands 
eagerly. She wasn't sure what she should do. Her bra 
didn't open in the front. She untucked the blouse from 
her jeans. Her heart was pounding.

The corners of Debbie's mouth curled up. Pam set her 
blouse neatly aside on the bed, reached behind herself 
and unfastened the clasp of the bra with her trembling 
hands. The bra fell from her shoulders and she set it 
on the bed with her blouse.

"They're nice," Debbie said, staring at her chest. 
"They're not too small."

Her hands came up and touched Pam's breasts. Pam sucked 
in a breath. Debbie's fingers squeezed.

"They're soft, like mine. Your nipples are pretty," 
Debbie said, rubbing them between her fingers.

Pam bit her lower lip and moaned softly. Debbie brushed 
her long, dark hair back over her shoulders and pushed 
her chest out.

"Feel mine. What do you think?"

Pam placed her hands over Debbie's boobs and squeezed 
gently. Debbie's eyes closed.

"They feel soft. And they're bigger, too," Pam said in 
a low, breathy voice. Debbie smirked. "What's funny?"

Debbie's eyes opened. "Pam, you got a nice body, 
believe me." She touched one of Pam's breasts. "Your 
tits are really great. Don't worry about it. Guys 
really dig a girl with tits like yours."

She climbed off the bed. Pam cupped her own breasts in 
her hands and they filled her palms.

"You think so? They don't seem very big, not like 
yours," Pam said. She watched Debbie's breasts jiggle 
as she pulled her shirt off over her head, and was 
reminded of Mrs. Thorn's.

"I said don't worry about it. Besides, yours will 
probably get bigger in a year or two. Mine did."

"I don't know what to do with them."

"Just let guys touch them. My God, it's like all they 
ever think about. They can't keep their hands off my 
boobs." Debbie unfastened the button and zipper and 
looked down into her shorts. "My pussy is like, so 
wet." She dropped the shorts to the floor and stood by 
her dresser in her panties and socks.

"I like your underwear," Pam said.

"You do? Thanks." Debbie turned her hips, modeling the 
panties. She ran her hands down over her sides. Her 
fingers brushed over the mound of her pussy.

"I'd like to know where I can get some like that," Pam 
said. She watched Debbie's hand and was sure she could 
see the slit of her pussy lips under the panties.

Debbie opened the top drawer of her dresser. "You can 
have some of mine, if they fit."

"I can what?"

Debbie turned around, holding up a light blue satin bra 
with lacy fringe. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful."

"Try it on," Debbie said, and tossed it on the bed. 
"These go with it." She tossed a pair of matching 
panties to the bed.

"Can I?"

"Sure. Why not?"

Pam scooped them up, got off the bed and started toward 
the door to change in the bathroom, but Debbie hooked 
her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and 
pushed them to her knees. Pam suddenly couldn't move, 
and couldn't take her eyes off Debbie's backside. She 
was completely nude, except for her white socks, and 
was bent slightly at the waist, looking through the 
dresser drawer.

Pam lay the lacy bra and panties back on the bed. She 
removed her blouse and the plain, ugly bra Mom made her 
wear, took off her jeans and the plain, white cotton 
panties. Just like Debbie, she was completely nude 
except for her socks.

"These are my favorites," Debbie said. She held up a 
pair of tiny red panties and poked her fingers through 
an opening in the crotch. "They got a slit in the 
middle."

"What for?" Pam said. She held the lacy panties in 
front of her, covering herself down there.

"So you don't have to take them off to get fucked."

Pam's eyes grew wide. Her head suddenly felt light. 
Debbie laughed. Pam sat on the edge of the bed and 
squeezed her legs together.

"Look," Debbie said, pointing to Pam's panties on the 
floor by her feet. In the center of the crotch was a 
large, wet stain. "I got you turned on, too. You must 
be really wet."

Pam's legs parted and she looked down.

"I am," she said, and they both laughed.

Debbie slipped the red panties up her long legs and 
pulled them snug against her crotch. Pam put on the 
lacy, light blue panties and bra, and stood up to model 
them for Debbie.

"What do you think?"

Debbie put her hands on her hips, cocking her head to 
one side, then the next. The straps of the red panties 
cut into her flesh and her hard nipples stood out at 
the tips of her bare breasts.

"You look hot," Debbie said. She adjusted the straps of 
the panties on Pam's hips, pulling them higher, and 
molded her boobs in the cups of the bra. She held Pam's 
hands in each of hers and backed away, stretching her 
arms out. She smiled. "It looks really nice on you. I 
think that it looks better on you than on me."

She gazed deep into Pam's eyes. The corners of her 
mouth curled up in a devious smirk. She leaned toward 
her, her head tilted to the side and her lips parted. 
Pam sucked in a quick breath. Before she knew it, 
Debbie's soft lips were pressed against hers, working 
in gentle circles. Pam opened her mouth and their 
tongues touched in the warm air between their mouths. 
Debbie's hands settled lightly on the curve of Pam's 
waist and a couple of fingers on each hand slipped 
under the straps of the panties.

"They fit you," Debbie said with a soft smack of her 
lips. "You can keep them, if you like."

"Thanks," Pam said in a breath of a whisper.

Debbie lay on the bed on her back with a deep sigh, her 
arms stretched over her head on the pillow. Pam crawled 
on the bed beside her on her belly, propping her chin 
on the palms of her hands. Debbie's knees rubbed 
together.

"God, I need a man, like so bad," Debbie said with a 
moan. "I'm gonna burn up if I don't get some action 
soon."

"Yeah, me too," Pam said.

She touched Debbie's knee with the tip of her finger. 
She had beautifully tanned, smooth skin. Her own arms 
and legs were pale. Debbie's hand rested on her belly, 
just above the elastic band of her red panties. Her 
hips twisted and writhed. She moaned softly from her 
open mouth. Her long, firm legs fell apart to a narrow 
V shape.

"I am like, really, really wet," Debbie said.

Her fingers moved over her mound and touched the moist 
lips of her pussy through the slit in the crotch. Pam's 
eyes grew wide. Debbie's legs spread wider and her 
thigh touched Pam's arm. Her index finger and middle 
finger pushed between her pussy lips and rubbed softly. 
Debbie bit her lower lip and moaned out loud.

The tingling between Pam's legs grew more intense. She 
squirmed, rubbing herself on the mattress while she 
watched Debbie's hand. Her hand squeezed Debbie's 
thigh. Debbie's hips rocked harder. Her fingers rubbed 
faster. Her whole body convulsed.

All at once, she stopped with a heavy sigh. Her arms 
and legs fell limp.

"I need your help," Debbie said, panting. Her bare 
chest and thighs were covered with tiny drops of sweat. 
She raised her head.

"Why?" Pam said.

"I can't do it."

"Can't do what?"

"Make myself cum. I need your help."

Pam glanced down between Debbie's legs, then up at her 
eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

Debbie sat up, leaned back against the pillow, and 
spread her legs. "Touch me."

"What?" Pam said and backed away.

"Come on, please, I need to cum. Give me your hand."

Pam held out her hand. Debbie separated Pam's fingers 
until just her middle finger stood up, and stuck it in 
her pussy.

"Oh my God," Pam gasped. Her eyes bulged out as her 
finger disappeared inside Debbie. Her heat and wetness 
spread through her hand. She trembled as Debbie moved 
her finger up and down over her wet slit.

"Oh God yes, that feels so good," Debbie moaned, barely 
in a whisper. She squeezed Pam's wrist, pumping her 
finger in and out of her cunt. "Keep doing it, just 
like that."

She released Pam's wrist. Pam could hardly breathe. Her 
eyes were glued to Debbie's pussy, where her shiny, wet 
middle finger slid in and out of her pussy.

"Use two fingers," Debbie said.

Pam inserted her index finger, just as she saw Debbie 
do with her own fingers.

"Mmm yeah, that's good. Rub it faster, right there," 
Debbie said. Her eyes were closed. Her hands pushed 
down on the mattress by her hips.

"Does that really feel good?" Pam said.

"Mmm yeah, so good." Debbie reached over to the side 
table for the hairbrush and held it out for Pam. "Here, 
fuck me with this."

"The brush?" Pam said. She turned it over in her hand.

Debbie moved farther up the bed and spread her legs 
wide. "Uh huh. I've done it before."

Pam made an ugly face and held the brush out like a 
dead animal.

"Oh gross. I just put this in my mouth."

"What's so gross about that?"

"You put it in your ... inside you."

Debbie laughed. "It's not gross. You'll like it, eating 
a pussy, you know?"

Pam's eyebrows arched. She remembered Todd doing that 
to her, but she couldn't believe girls would do that to 
each other. She stared into Debbie's face, trying to 
imagine which girl she did it with.

Debbie's fingers spread her pussy lips between the 
split in the crotch of the red panties.

"Come on, put it in me. Don't keep me waiting," Debbie 
said.

Pam looked at Debbie's wet, pink opening, and at the 
rounded end of the brush handle. Debbie's tongue stuck 
out, running over her puffy lips, and her hips moved 
slowly side to side. She touched the tip of the handle 
to Debbie's moist, pink area.

"Oh yeah, push it," Debbie said with a soft moan.

Pam pushed gently. Debbie's pussy seemed to open to 
accept the brush. She moaned again. Her butt rose off 
the bed.

"Oh baby. Oh baby," Debbie said.

"Is that right?"

"Yes. Give me more."

Pam pushed the handle deeper.

"More. Fuck me with it, baby," Debbie said.

Pam pumped the brush slowly in and out, working it into 
Debbie's body an inch at a time, just the way she 
remembered Mr. Thorn and Todd doing it to her, except 
that their real penises were hot and hard. At least the 
brush handle was hard.

Debbie's hips rose off the bed and churned in circles. 
Her left arm reached way over her head and clenched the 
edge of the mattress between the bed and the wall. Her 
breasts shook as her body rocked back and forth. With 
her right hand, she grabbed one of them and squeezed, 
pinching her nipple. She opened her eyes and looked at 
Pam.

"You're doing it to me. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum," 
Debbie said. "Uhn, oh God, oh God..."

She bit her lower lip. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her body 
convulsed and thrashed on the bed. Pam's mouth hung 
open. She couldn't take her eyes away. This was 
something she didn't want to miss.

Debbie's convulsions slowed and stopped completely. She 
lay limp, panting and sweating. Her breasts quivered 
with each deep breath. Her nipples were no longer hard 
points, but had become slack. Pam continued to pump 
with the hairbrush, although Debbie stopped moving. 
Eventually, here eyes opened and she smiled again.

"You can take it out now," Debbie said. "You did it. 
You like, made me cum."

"I did?" Pam said. She let go of the brush, but didn't 
know if she should take it out or leave it in.

"Yeah. Didn't you ever, like, fuck a girl before?"

Pam's mouth opened in a wide, horrified O shape and she 
shook her head.

"No way," she said.

Debbie twisted the brush in her pussy. "Didn't you like 
it?"

Pam started to say something, but stopped. She looked 
at Debbie's hand, turning the brush between her legs. 
Her juices glistened on the brush and on her thighs. 
She looked at her hand. It was covered with her juices, 
too.

"Yeah, I guess," Pam said.

Debbie pulled the brush out with a wet pop sound.

"Do you wanna eat me now?"

"What?" Pam said.

The doorbell rang. Debbie sat up quickly, closing her 
legs.

"Oh shit. Who the hell is that?"

Pam shrugged. Debbie jumped off the bed and grabbed an 
oversize football jersey from the dresser drawer.

"You wait here. I'll get rid of whoever it is," Debbie 
said. She stepped through the door and pulled it shut.

Pam held her breath, trying to hear through the door. 
She heard voices, but not clearly enough to understand 
what they were saying. They were quiet a long time, 
then the door opened and Debbie came back in. Her face 
was flushed. She leaned back against the door, looking 
around the room. She grabbed the math book and stuffed 
it in Pam's hands.

"I'm real sorry, Pam," Debbie said. She picked up Pam's 
clothes and shoved them at her. "It's Dale. I've been 
waiting to see him all week." She paused and giggled. 
"He wants to fuck me. You don't mind, do you? I'll call 
you later. Maybe we'll talk about guys again."

Pam dressed while she talked. She wanted to say 
something, but wasn't sure what to say. Debbie 
practically pushed Pam through the living room past 
Dale, who waved, and out the front door.

"Call you later. Bye," Debbie said, and slammed the 
door.

Pam stood on the front porch, holding her old panties 
and bra and the math book, trying to figure out what 
just happened. A couple of boys rode by on their bikes, 
looked at her once, and kept going.

Pam walked home, still in a daze. She stuffed her 
panties in her pocket, but folded the bra and carried 
it under the math book. Two or three times she looked 
back at Debbie's house, trying to imagine her doing it 
with Dale, until the house was out of sight.

Debbie's light blue panties and bra felt odd under her 
clothes. They weren't loose and bulky like the 
underwear Mom made her wear, but were a bit snug, 
especially on her crotch, and the bra pushed her 
breasts up. When she walked, her jeans and her blouse 
seemed to glide over the smooth, delicate fabric. Her 
skin tingled. Her insides felt warm and moist. She 
couldn't wait to get home so she could take off her 
clothes and look at herself in the mirror.

The house was empty when she got home. She threw the 
math book on the kitchen table and ran upstairs. Mom 
had a full length mirror on the back of her bedroom 
door. She looked at herself in it and smiled. Through 
her clothes, she could already see the difference. Her 
breasts stuck out more under the blouse, and she could 
make out the lines of the panties under her jeans. The 
thought that she walked all the way home and people, 
especially boys, might have seen her like that made her 
shiver.

She ran her hands down her body from her chest to her 
hips, feeling how her body curved. Her hands came 
together between her legs and pressed on her warm 
mound. She moaned. Her legs became weak and she fell 
back on Mom's bed. God, she wished a guy would come 
over to fuck her.

She touched the back of her hand to her forehead. She 
was very warm, burning up all over. The tingling 
between her legs wouldn't stop. She had to do something 
about it, right away. But with what?

She looked on Mom's dresser. Her brush had a round 
handle, but it was thin. That wouldn't do. Her own 
brush had a flat handle. She clenched her jaws and 
squeezed her legs together. Mrs. Thorn's rubber thingie 
would be perfect, but she couldn't just go over there 
and ask to use it. Mr. Thorn would be even better, but 
she couldn't ask to use him, either.

Pam went through the house, looking for something, 
anything, to fuck herself with, anything that looked 
like a boy's thing. In the kitchen, she went through 
all the cupboards and drawers. One of Mom's knives had 
a handle with a rounded end, but she didn't like the 
idea of putting a knife so close to her special place.

Next, she checked the pantry closet, where Mom kept all 
the cleaning stuff. Some of the brushes had long 
handles, but the mop caught her eye. She took it out of 
the closet, running her hand over the rounded end. It 
was thick enough, and definitely long enough. She sat 
on the stool and held it to her groin, rubbing her warm 
area through her jeans.

She put it back in the closet and flopped into the arm 
chair in the living room. Her pussy buzzed, and she was 
still warm all over. She wanted something hard inside 
her, something warm and hard, something with a body she 
could wrap her legs around. Debbie had that, why 
couldn't she?

Ethan had it, too, just what she needed, hanging 
between his legs. If he was there, she'd ask him, no 
she would tell him she needed him to do it to her.

She jumped up and ran out to the garage. If Ethan 
couldn't be there himself, she could use something else 
he might have. She opened each drawer of his tool 
chest. Maybe he had a hammer with a long handle or a...

She stopped suddenly, staring into the bottom drawer. 
Her mouth fell open.

"Oh my God," she said. She wasn't sure what it was, but 
it was awesome. She lifted it out of the drawer, 
cradling it in her hands like a new baby.

It must have been an electric screwdriver or drill or 
something, because of the twisty mechanical thing at 
the end and the button. But it was the rest of the tool 
that excited her. The body was made of smooth, yellow 
plastic in a long, thick tube shape with a rounded end 
and a bend in the middle. Her mouth watered. It was 
enormous, just like Ethan's real thing, and it was 
thick and heavy, just like Ethan's.

She shoved the tool chest shut and rushed back into the 
house, holding the tool with both hands. She ran 
straight up to her room, dropped the tool on the bed, 
and stripped out of her clothes.

She was panting and her whole body trembled. Her pussy 
was still warm and wet, maybe wetter than before. She 
pushed the light blue panties down, sat on her bed and 
picked up the tool. It was incredibly huge in her 
hands. She couldn't believe she was really going to do 
this. She must have been crazy. The tool was far too 
big for her.

Pam propped her pillows against the headboard, lay back 
and spread her legs. She fondled the rounded end of the 
tool, licking her lips. She only wished Debbie was 
there to do this to her, like she did to Debbie. Maybe 
next time, if there was a next time.

She pulled her pussy lips apart and pushed her middle 
finger in. God, she was so wet. Maybe the tool would go 
in easily.

She lined it up with her hole with one hand, holding 
her lips spread with her other. The cold tip touched 
her opening and she gasped. It was nothing like the 
real thing, or even like Mrs. Thorn's rubber one, but 
it would have to do.

She pushed gently and squealed. She was panting harder. 
That hurt as much as the first time Todd tried to put 
his in. Maybe she couldn't do it. She rubbed the 
plastic tip over her wet slit. Her hips rocked up and 
down and she licked her lips, clenched her jaws, and 
pushed harder.

Pain shot through her body, but she kept pushing until 
the pain got to be too much and she quit. She barely 
got the tip of the tool inside her. How was she 
supposed to get the rest in if it hurt too much? She 
rubbed her fingers across her wet slit and bit her 
lower lip. The tingling was too strong. It didn't 
matter how much it hurt, if she was ever going to 
relax, she had to get that thing inside her.

Her chest rose and fell with heavy, deep breaths, 
straining her breasts against the tight bra. She looked 
at the long, thick, heavy tool in her hand. It was more 
than just getting herself off, though. If she ever 
wanted Ethan to love her, she had to be able to take 
his thing. One day he might ask her to love him. If she 
wasn't ready, he might not ask her again. What was it 
Debbie said about boys with big dicks? She couldn't 
remember, but it was something good. And Ethan had a 
very big dick. She had to know how good it felt.

Pam took a deep breath and resolved to try it again. 
She lined the tool up with her pussy again, pushing the 
cold, hard tip against her wet, pink opening. The pain 
was sharp and stinging. She winced, squeezing her eyes 
closed, and whimpered, but she pushed.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" she moaned. Her pussy lips spread wide, 
until she felt the tool sliding into her. She held it 
there, panting, and looked down.

It really was inside her, about an inch or so. Her 
pussy stretched around it. She smiled. It didn't hurt 
so much, now that it was in. She settled back again, 
raised her butt a little higher, and slowly worked the 
tool a little deeper into her body.

"Mmm... Mmm." It was working. She could feel it pushing 
deeper, and the pain wasn't nearly as intense. She 
adjusted her grip, pushed harder, and groaned. She let 
go. It stayed. About half the handle was lodged inside 
her. She pressed her fingers on her lower belly and 
felt the hard lump through her muscles and skin. She 
squeezed the handle again, just above the bend, and 
worked it slowly in and out. Her pussy made a light 
squishing sound.

"Uhn, yes... Uhn, yes," she said, muttering softly. She 
was fucking herself. It wasn't the same as with a real 
man, but it was ok for right then.

She closed her eyes, licked her lips, and rubbed her 
free hand over her belly, up to her breasts, pretending 
she had a man's body on top of her's and between her 
legs. Her breathing was slow and heavy. Her hips heaved 
up when she pushed the tool in, and sunk back to the 
mattress when she pulled it back out a bit. The only 
thing that could make it better would be if she could 
feel a man's warm cream spilling inside her, like 
Ethan's or Todd's, flowing over her hot skin and 
collecting in pockets on her breasts and in her belly 
button, oozing from between the lips of her...

She heard a quiet cough and her eyes snapped open. 
Ethan stood over her, with an amused look on his face. 
Pam screamed and rolled on her side, squeezing her legs 
together. The tool slipped another inch or two into her 
pussy, past the bend, forcing the tip of the handle 
sideways deep in her body. She tried to pull the 
blanket over her, but she was on top of it and it 
refused to move.

"What are you doing?" Ethan said.

"Nothing. Leave me alone. Get the hell out of here," 
she shouted. She was sure he could see the yellow tool 
sticking out between the cheeks of her ass, but she 
didn't care. Finally, the blanket came loose and she 
pulled it over herself.

"Why don't you go away?" she said. He was grinning. She 
noticed a huge bulge in the front of his jeans.

"What are you wearing?" Ethan said, pointing.

Pam froze. "Nothing."

"Where'd you get that bra?"

Pam's face burned. "None of your business. Get out of 
here," she said, screaming the last part as loud as she 
could.

Ethan didn't move. She swung at him with the back of 
her hand and hit him in the hip. The tool jammed itself 
another inch deeper, rubbing the inner wall of her 
channel. Her orgasm pounded her suddenly. Pam gasped. 
Her body convulsed, throwing the blanket partly off her 
backside, exposing her ass again. She clamped her hand 
over her mouth and tried to muffle her moans. The rest 
of her body jerked over and over. There was no way he 
could miss that.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Ethan said.

Pam shook her head. Her moans were too difficult to 
contain and leaked out between her fingers. Colored 
lights flashed behind her closed eyelids and the world 
seemed to stop for a long time. She tried to hold her 
breath, but she was breathing too hard. She opened her 
eyes a crack and saw Ethan still standing over her.

"I was looking for that drill," he said. "I need it to 
finish Mom's flower box, but if you're using it..."

Pam glared, but he didn't seem to notice. She reached 
between her legs. She had to spread them to get the 
drill out, and her left leg stuck out from under the 
blanket. She pulled. The tool came out slowly. She 
whimpered. It finally emerged with a wet pop.

"Here," she said. As he took it, she glanced again at 
his jeans. His long bulge stretched down the front.

"It's wet," Ethan said.

"Sorry." She rolled over, hugging the blanket over her 
naked body, and looked straight up to his eyes. She 
wanted to ask him to take off his jeans, to take out 
his thing and love her with it, but something stopped 
her. Instead, the words came out, "Now will you leave, 
please?"

"All right. Jesus, don't have a fit." Ethan turned and 
walked out of her room.

Pam sat up, her mouth open as if to plead with him to 
come back, but he was already gone. She fell back and 
pulled the blanket over her head, curling into a ball.

What the hell was wrong with her? She wanted him to 
love her so badly, so why did she suddenly think it was 
so wrong? That was her chance, her one chance to get 
Ethan into her bed, and she blew it.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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