Pam and the Drill

Debbie paused. "You have a brother?"

"Yeah. I thought you knew."

Debbie shook her head. "How old is he?" She set Pam's right hand aside and started on her left.

"He's eighteen. He plays hockey."

"Is he cute?"

Pam shrugged. "I guess so. He's my brother."

Debbie grinned. "Is he hung?"

"Is he what?"

"Hung, you know, is he hung?"

"What does that mean?"

"It means does he have a big dick."

Pam giggled, trying not to let Debbie see how nervous she was.

"How should I know?" She hoped Debbie couldn't tell she was fibbing.

"You're his sister, right? Didn't you ever see him naked?"

Pam blushed and looked away. Debbie watched her face. The room was very quiet. Debbie lifted Pam's hand from her knee.

"Your nails are done. I'll brush your hair while we wait for them to dry. Turn around."

She set the nail polish on the table by the bed and picked up the hair brush. Pam scooted on the bed, turned her back to Debbie and sat with her legs crossed, her hands resting on her knees and her fingers spread wide. Debbie was quiet while she brushed. Pam was afraid she said something to make her angry. She tried to think of something else to talk about, and remembered what the girls in math class said.

"I heard Mr. Smith has a big dick," she said, and wondered why she brought that up.

Debbie chuckled. "I heard that, too."

"Do you think it's true?"

"I hope so," Debbie said with a sigh. "I'd like to see it up close, to make sure."

"How close?" Pam turned to look at Debbie.

"This close." Debbie held the end of the brush up to her open mouth like a microphone. They both laughed.

"Would you suck it if you saw it that close?"

"Hell, yes," Debbie said, and they laughed again.

"Would you let Mr. Smith come on your face?"

Debbie laughed out loud. Her face turned deep red. Pam couldn't help laughing with her.

"I bet he'd shoot a ton of stuff, all over my face. I'd be like this," she said, and puffed out her cheeks and made her eyes bulge. They laughed harder. Debbie sighed and her eyes turned up with a dreamy look. "I'd love to do it with a guy who had a really big thing, just once, just to see how it felt."

"Why?"

Debbie shrugged. "I heard guys with big dicks do it better."

"Do you know any guys with big dicks?" Pam said.

"No. I mean, not really, I mean, I know guys who are bigger than others, but I never saw a guy who was really, really, like really hung."

She held out her hands like she was measuring a fish, and they spread farther and farther apart. Debbie laughed. Pam chuckled, but didn't look right at her.

"I just love the feel of it, you know?" Debbie continued. "I love to feel a guy's cock in my mouth. It's like, so warm and so hard, and it goes back and forth." She shivered and grinned. "I just love it like that."

"Will you show me how?" Pam said, looking back over her shoulder.

"Show you what?"

"How to ... you know, give a blowjob?"

"What do you mean, you've never done it before?"

Pam shrugged. "Maybe. But I don't know if I did it very good."

Debbie laughed. Her face turned red. "Pam, guys don't care, trust me. As long as you put his dick in your mouth, he don't care how good it is."

Debbie covered her mouth with the back of her hand while she laughed. Pam only smiled. Debbie stopped laughing.

"Ok, I'll show you. Turn around."

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."

"Your's 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 your's," 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 your's."

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 your's," 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, your's 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 her's 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.