James Barton - Door to door teaser

Alex sipped his drink and replied, "Something that inexperienced young ladies should treat with a great deal of respect… it's a liqueur – a little illegal here in the United States; but a delightful aphrodisiac."

"Oh…" Pam said, and tried another sip. She sat back against the pillows as the powerful drink seemed to bring a sudden warmth to her entire being, and she wondered what it actually was. As she tipped her, glass for a last time, she was disappointed to find it empty. She watched as Eric filled it from a slender bottle that appeared to be made of a fired clay, and as she took yet another drink, she had the strange feeling that she was floating.

Alex looked at her, then asked, "Do you like it?"

"It is absolutely… magnificent," she said, and felt her body become one with the pillows beneath her. It seemed to lift her, and combined with the vodka she had consumed before leaving her apartment, it had a telling effect on both her speech and vision as she drained her glass for a second time.

"I thought you'd like it," Alex said softly, and Pam was surprised to see him so close to her. She shook her head to clear her vision as a sudden rush of warmth came over her.

"Hot…" she mumbled, and leaned forward to shrug out of her light jacket. Alex assisted her, and as she leaned back she found her glass had somehow miraculously refilled itself – but that was silly, she told herself, glasses didn't do that. Then Pam became aware of something soft and warm on her neck… it was Alex's hand. She closed her eyes as his fingers kneaded the muscles there and she luxuriated in his touch. My God, she thought suddenly, she couldn't sit here and just go to sleep on them – perhaps another drink would help, and she drained the glass again. As she set the glass aside, she glanced across at the two silent friends of Alex… and it seemed they were doing something very strange – both of them had untied their robes, and unless she was mistaken, each of them was sitting there fondling gigantic hard-ons!

"Ah, your friends…" she said to Alex in a slurred tone, "do they have some sort of a problem?"

He chuckled and nodded. "The same kind of problem as I…" and she glanced down in astonishment as she realized he too had opened his robe and was sitting there fondling himself in plain view.

"Oh…" she said numbly, "I think I see… I mean, I… uh, understand."

"Do you?" he whispered, his lips close to her ear.

Pam sat paralyzed and watched as Alex lifted her hand and guided it to his naked cock. She watched as her fingers seemed to curl about his thick prick of their own volition, and she was surprised as she began moving her hand up and down on his prick.

"Yes," she heard him saying, "I believe you do, Pam."

She played with his prick for what seemed a very long time, and as she did, she was fascinated with the fluid oozing from its head – it looked just like the liquid she had been drinking, and she was curious to see if it tasted anything like that. She leaned over as she felt hands all over her body, and opened her mouth to take just the head of his throbbing cock into it. She tasted the liquid, but it was not licorice-flavored.

Pam raised her, head to find herself surrounded by naked flesh. And as she looked down at her own body a light thrill went through her as she realized she too was naked. Now when did she do that? she asked herself, then lay back as someone spread her legs, and hands came out of nowhere to caress her, and she watched as Eric's blond head lowered between her thighs and she felt a sudden fire in her loins as his tongue sent a flame of desire through her cunt to her belly.

"Ohhhh!" she moaned, then his head was gone and she heard Alex's voice speaking in soft tones.

"Come on, Eric… you know the rules… where's the cards?"

Pam sat and watched as Marc produced a deck of playing cards… but they didn't have numbers on them. He shuffled them, then dealt one card to each of them. Alex turned his over and grinned.

On its face was the picture of a man sodomizing a beautiful woman. Eric's card showed a man holding a woman's head in his lap, his prick buried deeply in her throat. Marc's card pictured a man and woman fucking with the girl lying atop the man.

"Beautiful!" Alex remarked, and the others sat back, their drinks in their hands as Alex gathered Pam into his arms. She felt his warm mouth closing on hers and his tongue darted into her mouth as his hands rubbed the stiff nipples of her aching tits. "You're going to love this," he told her as he rolled her gently to her belly.

Pam was only half-conscious of what was taking place – it was almost as if part of her brain was working and she was totally aware of what was going on, yet she was powerless to move or to do anything to stop it… and at that moment, she really didn't want to stop anything… it was almost as if her fantasy were coming true, and for an instant she was transported to the moving deck of a ship and there were men all about her.

She felt Alex spread the cheeks of her ass and she felt something greasy applied there. She raised her hips a bit and groaned sensuously as his finger entered her and wormed its way into that soft, velvet channel between her ass cheeks. Then it popped out obscenely and Pam felt his body as it lay atop hers, and the warmth that came from it was heavenly. She could feel the blunt head of his prick as it forced its way past the outer sphincter, then she let out her breath as it passed the second ring and was buried to the hilt in her stretched asshole.

She shivered then as she felt his hands moving beneath her body, and she fully expected him to begin stroking in and out of her ass with his stiff prick. Instead, she felt something cold as it was forced into her pussy – it was the size and shape of a man's prick, and once it was inside her and had warmed a bit, she relaxed.

Then, from the depths of her pussy, a buzzing began, and the thing inside her began to vibrate. She could feel the waves of pleasure wash over her as it pressed against her clit, and she could actually feel both of the instruments as they rubbed inside her, only a fraction of an inch away from each other. Still, Alex did not move. She heard his heavy breathing as she began to experience the first throes of a fantastically fast climax, and she began to worm her hips and ass upwards toward his pressing body.

"Hold it!" he ordered sharply. "Don't move!"

And Pam obeyed as the vibrator in her cunt sent new waves of pleasure through her body and his prick seemed to swell in her ass as he moaned above her, pressing his hot loins against her ass. Still, she could not lie still. Very gently she ground her hips against the buzzing thing in her cunt and she felt herself approaching a rapid end to her climb as Alex cried out above her, shuddered, and his prick erupted inside her asshole. She felt it spasm and begin to spurt its hot load of semen into her bowels. The vibrator combined with his gushing prick sent chills through her body and she convulsed as the orgasm took her. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as his fingers dug painfully into her hips and she bucked against his stiffened body.

"Ohhhh!" she cried finally as she found her breath. "Ohhh, fuck! Ohhhhh… Jesus… yessss! Yesss!" she cried out as his prick dumped the last of its hot load inside her tightly clenched asshole.

"Mother of Christ!" Alex exclaimed as he turned off the vibrator and lay there gasping for breath. "Sweet Motherfucker!"

He leaned forward to kiss her neck as he lifted himself slightly, and she felt both the vibrator and his prick slide from her body. She lay there for a long moment gasping for breath, her body shaken by one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced.

She shook her head and rolled to her back to find Marc standing over her, his short, thick prick held tightly in his hand. He leered down at her and Pam felt a sudden moment's fear as she gazed up at the animalistic look in his eyes.