Pam and the Drill Part 3

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.