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Part 3
Most of her memories of the feel of Todd's body between her legs had faded. She remembered how his weight pressed down on her, how he forced her legs so wide, how his long thing was so hard and hot and deep inside her. She tried to pretend it was Ethan between her legs, tried to imagine his weight on top of her. His thing would burn inside her body, would be so much harder, so much deeper.
She heard the doorknob click. By the time she realized the door was opening, it was too late. She sat up quickly, jerked the rubber cock out of her pussy with a pop and let her feet drop to the floor. She spun on the chair to face the door. Mr. Thorn stood in the doorway, his hand on the doorknob. His eyes were wide.
"I'm sorry. I thought you were out," he said.
He looked at the thing in her hand. Pam looked at the thing in her hand. It glistened with her juices.
"Sorry," she said. She didn't know what to do with the rubber thing.
Mr. Thorn came into the bathroom and closed the door.
"Don't stop on account of me," he said. He was blocking the door.
Pam trembled. Her heart was beating terribly. She glanced between Mr. Thorn's legs. The front of his shorts began to swell out.
Pam's head spun. For a few seconds, she was frozen, then her body acted on its own, like she was watching a movie. She sat back in the chair. Her legs lifted and spread, her feet resting once more on the edge of the counter and the step. Her right hand spread the lips of her pussy and her left hand brought the tip of the rubber cock to her opening. It sunk into her body.
Pam moaned. She looked at Mr. Thorn. He rubbed the front of his shorts. She could see the outline of his hard penis, and pushed the rubber penis deeper. Mr. Thorn unzipped his shorts. His hand reached in and came out with his penis. Pam gasped. His hand moved slowly up and down on his erection. Pam's eyes were fixed to it. She bit her lower lip between her teeth. Her fingers rubbed her button furiously and she pumped the rubber penis deep into her body.
It was so close, as close as Ethan's when he surprised her in the hallway. She wanted it, not just to look at it or watch Mr. Thorn rub it. She wanted to feel it with her hands, feel it inside her, pushing deep into her body in place of the rubber one. She wanted to beg him to do it to her, but she couldn't. It felt too good; she didn't want to stop.
Lights flashed behind her eyes. She moaned. It was happening again, finally, after so long. She could not take her eyes off Mr. Thorn's stiff thing. The waves of pleasure hit her again and again. She felt dizzy and weak. The last thing she saw, before everything went black, was the surprised look on Mr. Thorn's face.
Someone was saying her name, and someone's strong hand was holding her shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked up into Mr. Thorn's face.
"Pam, are you all right?" he said.
She smiled. "I'm fine. Why?"
"You passed out. Are you sure you're fine?"
He helped her sit up. She was still in the chair, but had slipped over the side. She looked down between her legs. Mr. Thorn's hand was holding the end of the rubber thing.
"I'm fine," she said again.
Mr. Thorn tugged the rubber penis.
"We should take this out. It's probably too big for you," he said.
He pulled it out slowly. Pam noticed his cock hanging from the front of his shorts, still hard.
"You can put your's in," she said. She looked way up at him and smiled.
"How old are you, Pam?"
"Eighteen."
He stood between her spread legs, holding her ankle in one hand, the rubber cock in his other. His thing pointed straight at her pussy.
"Eighteen?" he said.
Pam nodded. "Please," she said in a whisper. Her chest was heaving.
Mr. Thorn dropped the rubber thing and grabbed her other ankle, pulling her legs apart. She reached up and closed her small hand around his thing and sighed. It was hot and hard. That was what she needed, not cold and soft like the rubber one. She moved her hand back and forth slowly, just like she saw him do, just like she saw Ethan do.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you. I want this." She squeezed his thing.
He closed his eyes and moaned softly.
"What do you want me to do?" he said.
"What?"
Mr. Thorn looked at her. He smiled. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Pam hesitated, her mouth hanging open, panting.
"Love me," she said.
"Tell me you want me to love you."
"I want you to ... I want you to love me, Mr. Thorn, please."
Mr. Thorn released her ankles. Her feet dropped to the floor. He slipped his hands under her arms and scooped her up, lifting her to the edge of the counter like she was just a doll. His hands closed over her boobies, squeezing gently. Pam lay her head back against the wide mirror. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. Her butt squirmed. Her legs dangled over the edge.
"Oh Mr. Thorn, Mr. Thorn," Pam said with a soft sigh.
He unfastened the snap holding his shorts up and let them fall to the floor. Pam watched his thing bob up and down. Mr. Thorn lifted her legs by her ankles and pulled them apart. He stepped closer. This was it. It was going to happen, finally.
"Yes ... yes ... yes," she moaned. She grabbed the edge of the counter with both hands.
The tip of his thing found her opening, as if on its own. Pam held her breath. The round tip burned her soft pussy lips. Mr. Thorn pushed. It disappeared between her lips. She groaned.
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes, Mr. Thorn, it feels good," Pam said. Her voice was just a whisper.
Mr. Thorn pushed it deeper. He held her legs high over her head and pumped with his hips. Pam was panting and moaning. She touched his sides lightly with her hands, holding him by his waist.
The rubber one did not compare. Nothing was as good as the real thing, because it came attached to a man's body. Mr. Thorn had a good body, just a little bit plump. His waist had soft handles at the sides she could squeeze and hold while he pumped himself inside her. She reached up and stroked his bald head.
"Oh Pam. Oh Pam," Mr. Thorn said.
His back stiffened. He grunted. Pam felt the first splash of warm cum inside her and gasped. She closed her eyes. He was filling her with it. She sighed, smiling.
Mr. Thorn's thrusting slowed, then stopped. He was panting. Pam had one hand on his head and one hand on his chest. She moved her hips slowly back and forth. His stuff leaked out of her slit, down between the cheeks of her butt.
Mr. Thorn pulled himself from her pussy. His white stuff came out with it like a flood. He let her ankles down and looked between her legs, then into her eyes. He picked up his shorts, stepped into them and pulled the zipper up. Pam frowned when his penis disappeared behind the zipper.
"I'll have dinner ready when you're done swimming," he said. His eyes looked over her naked body from her head to her toes and back up to her eyes. He leaned forward, kissed her forehead, then tilted his head to the side and kissed her lips.
"Maybe we'll do this again sometime," he said, and turned to the door. It clicked shut behind him.
Pam sighed and squeezed her legs together. Mr. Thorn's cum moved inside her. She stood up, put on the bikini and looked at herself in the mirror. Her boobs were swollen and the sides showed from behind the bikini top. In the back, the bottom slipped into her crack. She smiled at herself. She looked a little different somehow, more like Mom, not so much like some of the other girls she knew. She liked it.
Pam walked barefoot through the house to the sliding glass door. Her boobs jiggled with every step. She couldn't keep the smile off her face. The warmth of Mr. Thorn's seed tingled inside her, and only the two of them knew what they had done.
She slid the door open and stepped outside to the patio. Mom was sitting in a deck chair, watching Ethan. He stood at the end of the diving board and dove in. Mr. Thorn was at the grill with a plate of chicken and hamburgers. Mrs. Thorn was next to Mom, sitting sideways on another deck chair. She looked at Pam. Her mouth opened. Pam looked away. She knew what they did, too.
Pam walked straight to the pool, hoping no one looked at her jiggling boobs. Ethan splashed her as soon as she got to the edge. She shrieked. She sat on the edge with her feet in the cool water to lower herself in. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her in.
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