Pam: Part 9 (Pam tops June)
June’s smile is slow and wicked, but reverent, too—like she understands what Pam means. “You can try whatever you want on me, babe.”
Ashley kisses the back of Pam’s neck. “And I’ll help.”
Pam swallows hard, then reaches for the toy June has used on her—the same vibrating dildo that has coaxed out her first orgasm from a woman. She turns it over in her hand, feels its gentle hum, the slickness still clinging to it.
June lies back, legs parted, propped on her elbows with a smirk. “You gonna use my toy on me? That’s kinda hot.”
Ashley guides Pam’s hand. “Start slow. Let her open up for you.”
Pam does exactly that.
She kisses her way down June’s body, stopping to mouth at one nipple—earning a soft moan—then trails further down until she is kneeling between June’s thighs. The same way June has been for her not long ago.
Her hands shake slightly, but she presses the toy against June’s entrance, lets it hum there, teasing her open before slowly pushing in.
June gasps. “Oh fuck—okay, yeah—just like that.”
Pam looks up, eyes wide, then back down, mesmerized by the way June’s body reacts. Ashley reaches around from behind, guiding her hips into a slow rhythm, murmuring praise in her ear.
“You’re so good at this. Look how much she’s loving it.”
June is moaning now, hips rolling up to meet each thrust, her hands gripping the couch cushions. “Faster,” she pants. “Just a little—yeah, right there—”
Pam adjusts the angle slightly, and June cries out.
“Oh my god—Pam—fuck—”
Pam’s own breath catches, watching her, completely turned on by the way June writhes under her touch. She presses in deeper, now riding the rhythm herself, one hand moving to rub June’s clit the way Ashley has taught her earlier.
June bucks, cries out again—louder this time.
“Pam—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna—”
Ashley whispers, “Keep going, sweet girl. Make her cum.”
June shatters.
She moans long and raw, her body trembling, thighs clenching tight around Pam’s hand, the toy still pulsing inside her. Pam watches it all, eyes wide, mouth parted in awe.
June collapses back against the couch, panting, sweat-slicked, a slow grin spreading across her face.
“Holy shit,” she breathes. “You’re dangerous.”
Pam sits back on her heels, dazed, her thighs slick with her own arousal just from watching June fall apart.
Ashley kisses her cheek again. “You did that.”
Pam turns to her. “I—I want to do it again.”
Ashley grins. “You will.”