A New Blue Bikini

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.

"I'm afraid I probably got you pregnant," he said.

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"I can't. The doctors said I'm broken, inside. I can't."

Mr. Thorn looked puzzled, then he nodded.

"Oh, you poor child. I'm so sorry."

Pam shrugged. "It's ok."

Mr. Thorn 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.

Gayle stood up. She walked to the grill, where Francis was setting the plate with the chicken and hamburgers. He opened the lid of the grill to check the temperature.

"Is it ready?" she said.

"Just about." He closed the lid.

Gayle lowered her voice. "Did you fuck her?"

Francis dropped the tongs. He bent down to pick them up, then looked like he didn't know what to do with them. He looked at Anne, then at Gayle.

"Who?" he said.

"Pam."

"Pam?"

"Yes, Pam."

He glanced past her at the kids in the pool. He cleared his throat.

"Yes, I did."

Gayle picked up the plate. She opened the lid and slapped the hamburgers and chicken breasts on the grill. When she spoke, her teeth were clenched.

"You're one to talk about seducing children. How could you do such a thing? She's only seventeen, for God's sake."

"She's eighteen," Francis said.

"Oh. Well, that makes all the difference, doesn't it?"

"Am I supposed to be sorry?"

The meat sizzled. She put the plate on the tray next to the grill and took the tongs from his hands.

"You're supposed to be careful. She's vulnerable right now. You took advantage of a child."

Francis said nothing. Gayle let out a deep breath. Maybe she had gone too far. She put the tongs back in his hands.

"These need to be washed before you use them again," she said.

He went into the house. Gayle put her hands on her hips and shook her head. She turned to watch the kids splash in the pool. Pam was floating on her back. Her body had the shape of a grown woman. No wonder Francis found it so difficult to resist her.

Ethan climbed out at the far end of the pool, dripping with water. He was tall, slender and lean. His stomach was rigid and flat and the muscles of his arms rippled under his skin. He walked around the pool to the deck chair. His wet shorts clung to his groin, revealing a hint of the shape of what he kept hidden in them. He rubbed the towel over his body and through his hair, then went inside. He glanced at her as he went past. She smiled.

Gayle turned to Anne. "I'll be right back," she said and went into the house.

Ethan's wet footprints tracked across the tiled floor. Francis was at the kitchen sink, washing the tongs.

"Where'd he go?" she said.

Francis looked around. "Who? Ethan?"

"Yes."

"I think he went to the bathroom. Why?"

"Do me a favor," Gayle said.

Francis turned off the water. "What?"

"Keep his mother occupied."

"Why? What are you going to do?"

"What do you think?" she said.

She went down the hall, walking softly. The bathroom door was closed. She turned left and went into the bedroom. She put her hands on her hips. She had to figure out a reason to get him in there. Once he was in her bedroom, the rest was easy. She looked up at the light fixture attached to the fan that hung from the ceiling, and smiled.

The toilet flushed. She imagined him holding that cock, then pulling his wet swim trunks back up over it. The bathroom door opened.

"Ethan?" she said.

He poked his head around the bedroom door.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"You so sweet. You know, you can call me Gayle."

"Yes, Ma'am," he said.

Gayle smiled. "Could you help me, please? I think one of these lights has stopped working." She pointed at the light fixture over her head.

Ethan stood beside her and looked up. Her shoulder brushed his arm.

"Which one?"

"I don't know. Could you make sure they're screwed in?"

"Sure." He grabbed the chair from Francis' desk. "Is it ok if I use this chair?"

"I'm sure it is. You don't have your shoes on."

Ethan moved the chair directly under the light and stepped onto it. He reached over his head for the light bulbs. Gayle sucked in her breath. She could clearly see the outline of his penis in his wet shorts.

She put her hands on his thighs. "Don't fall over," she said.

Ethan looked down at her. She squeezed his thighs. The lump in the front of his shorts twitched.

"How does it feel?" she said.

He blinked twice. "Uh, they're all tight. It should work."

The front of his swim trunks stretched out. His legs trembled. Gayle put her hand over the hard lump. He sucked in his breath.

"I think it'll work fine," she said. She tugged his wet shorts down.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna give you a blowjob, hon."

"A blowjob?" he said.

Gayle nodded. "Have you ever had a blowjob?" He shook his head. "You'll like it, trust me."

The shorts came down slowly. First, she saw his pubic hair, then the base of his thick shaft and fat balls. She was immediately relieved and excited at the same time. He was as big as she remembered, and it was just what she wanted. The shorts slipped down to his knees and his cock leapt out, bobbing an inch or so in front of her face.

"Oh Ethan," Gayle said with a sigh.

She put her hand around the shaft and licked the tip. He tasted of chlorinated pool water. She kissed the fat, round head and licked the side.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes," he said with a groan.

She grinned. God had not yet created the man who did not enjoy her blowjobs. Even the few gay men who'd allowed her this close complimented her on her skill.

She lifted the long, heavy shaft out of the way and kissed his balls. Ethan groaned. It was such a thrill to excite a young man, especially when he never experienced such a treat. She sucked his balls into her mouth. It was especially satisfying to know he wasn't likely to get a better blowjob in his life.

"Oh my God, Mrs. Thorn," Ethan moaned.

He put his hand around his cock. Gayle smacked the back of his hand and he jerked it away.

"Don't you dare jerk yourself off when I'm giving a blowjob."

"Sorry."

"You better be," she said.

She untied the front of her halter, pulled it away and let her tits fall out. Ethan's eyes went right to them. She snickered. His boyish fascination with breasts was irresistible. She kneaded them with her fingers. Ethan licked his lips.

"Now, you're not gonna cum too soon, are you, dear?" she said. She put her hand around his cock.

"Come?"

"Yes, cum. You know, shoot your stuff?" She pumped his cock slowly. "When I suck a man off, I like him to cum on my tits." She touched the tip of his long cock to her nipple. "You think you can do that?"

"Yes ma'am," Ethan said in a choked voice.

"Good, because that's what I want you to do, all right?"

"Ok."

She wedged his cock in the valley between her heavy tits and rubbed his cock.

"You just tell me when you're ready to cum."

She lifted his cock, opened her mouth wide, and sucked the head between her lips. Ethan groaned. She worked her lips and tongue over the head, pumping the shaft in her hand. He was huge, maybe a bit bigger than she anticipated. She never sucked a cock as big as his. Her jaw was stretched wide. She managed to take only the head and a bit of the shaft. With most guys, she could take their cocks all the way down. Ethan would not be so easy.

She could make him cum, though. Ethan wouldn't be too difficult. She imagined most nineteen year old boys would cum if she just looked at their hard cocks. Ethan did well to control himself. She sucked in her cheeks and moved her head back and forth slowly. Ethan's knees buckled a bit. He put one hand on top of her head and one hand on her shoulder. Gayle sucked faster.

The bedroom door opened. She jerked Ethan's cock out of her mouth and turned to the door. Francis stood in the doorway, his hand on the doorknob. He came in and shut the door.

"What's going on here?" he said.

"I'm giving the boy a blowjob, Francis. It would be easier if you didn't interrupt."

"I'm really sorry," Ethan said.

"For what, honey?" Gayle said. She looked up at him. She heard a nervous tremor in his voice.

"I'm the one who should apologize. Your mother's looking for you," Francis said. He walked toward Ethan, shaking his head. His eyes were fixed to the boy's cock. "My goodness, son. That sure is an impressive penis."

"Francis, I'm trying to make the boy cum. I don't have the time to be messing around."

"No, let me just measure it real quick." He got a tape measure from the top drawer of his desk.

"But, Mr. Thorn ..." Ethan said.

"Wait, just a second. Just hold it up for me, hon."

Gayle sighed and rolled her eyes. She raised Ethan's cock. Francis stretched the tape along its length. His eyebrows arched.

"Twelve inches. That's a hell of a tool."

"That's nice, dear, now can I finish, please?" Gayle said. She heard Anne call for Ethan from the living room.

"That's my Mom," Ethan said. He reached down for his shorts. "She'll kill me if she sees me like this."

"God damnit," Gayle said. She carefully bent his cock sideways to stuff it back into his shorts. "I'm sorry I didn't get you off, honey. Maybe next time."

The door opened just as she tied her halter top. Anne looked at all three of them.

"Ethan, there you are. You ready to eat?" she said.

"Yeah, I'm starving."

He jumped down off the chair. Gayle stepped between them to block her view of her son's shorts and the huge bulge in the front.

"Ethan's really been a dear. I don't think we could have got that fan fixed without him," Gayle said.

She put her hand on Anne's shoulder and turned her to the door. She glanced quickly at her son's groin. Did she see the lump? Was she able to figure out what was going on? If they got out of this, she was going to make Francis pay for cutting them off.