Pam and the Drill Part 2

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.