James Barton - Door to door teaser

As she turned down a tree-shaded street, Pam looked up and realized it was the block where Marge Townsend lived. She glanced at her watch and saw that she had ample time to stop and inquire – Marge lived alone, she knew, and perhaps there was something she needed.

As she pulled up before Marge's modest stucco home, she looked questioningly toward the front of the house: the drapes were drawn and the shades were down in the kitchen. She had only been there once before, but she remembered how light and airy the house seemed, and Marge seemed the type to want the sunshine in. She got out of the car, looked left to right, then walked up the narrow flagstone path to the front door. She rang the bell and waited – tempted to call out, "Lotus calling."

"Who the fuck is that?" the boy asked gruffly, and twisted Marge's hand behind her back as he forced her to the bedroom window. Marge saw Pam standing there bright and fresh and she knew that if these boys found out who Pam was, they would drag her inside and humiliate her, just as they had been doing to her these past two days.

"I… I don't know…" she lied.

The boy twisted her arm viciously and cursed, "You better not be lying!"

Just then, Marge's heart sunk to her stomach as the bell chimed again and she heard Pam call out lyrically, "Lotus calling!"

"Motherfucker!" the boy cursed, and backhanded Marge. She spun away from him to fall sobbing to the floor by the side of the soiled and rumpled bed they had kept her on for two days now with almost no relief. "Get her in here!" the boy said angrily to the tallest of the three standing in the hallway just outside the bedroom. Quickly, one of them pulled on his Levi's and slipped into a sweatshirt, then went quickly into the living room.

Pam looked up in surprise as the door was jerked open and a strange youth took hold of her arm and pulled her into the darkened house. She let out a low shriek, and as the door was slammed and locked she found herself confronted by two other boys who stood leering at her. Pam gasped loudly – they were totally naked!

"Bring her ass in here!" she heard someone call gruffly from another part of the house.

Pam struggled as the two naked boys took hold of her arms and dragged her along while the other walked behind her and tried to feel her ass. They went down the short hallway and through a door, and as Pam entered the bedroom her mouth dropped open in utter shock – there on the floor, naked and trembling, was her friend Marge! Standing above her with an enormous hard-on, a muscled youth eighteen glared at Pam.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

Pam pulled away from the boys who were holding her and rushed to Marge. The woman sobbed as Pam gathered her into her arms, and she looked up angrily at the boys standing over them. "Who are you?" she demanded in return.

The boy looked down at her, and a slow grin crept over his face as he let his hand fall to his bulging prick and he waved it in her face. "I'm the guy who's been making a woman outta your lezzie friend there!"

A look of disgust came over Pam's face and she brushed the hair out of Marge's eyes and asked her softly, "What's been going on – who are these boys?"

Marge sobbed, then looked up. "They… they were waiting here for me when I came home from your place night before last. They… they… oh, Pam – it's been horrid!" and she broke down in tears again. "They forced me to call in sick…" she sobbed.

"You filthy beasts!" Pam spit at them, and turned as the others approached; the boy who had answered the door had removed his clothing and all four of them stroked themselves obscenely as she looked at them. "What would your families think? My God… don't you know the penalty for… for rape?"

The boy who seemed to be directing the others stroked his huge prick and leered down at her. "Sure we know the penalty – but who's gonna squawk? Not her, that's for shit sure!" he said, and laughed again as Pam's face burned crimson. "She hasn't told you all of it… she knows who I am and she knows why we're here!" he spit out vehemently.

Pam looked down at Marge and the woman shook her head. "Oh, Pam… I just can't talk about it… I just can't!"

"Well, I sure as shit can!" the boy shot back. "Last summer I come home from school early one day and find this bitch with her head up between my old lady's legs… that's right, she was eatin' my mom's pussy – and making her like it!" He shook a finger at Marge, then spoke to Pam: "Mom tried to explain it to me, but I didn't wanna hear it – I just split and I stayed gone for about a week – I guess Mom thought I was gonna spill the beans to the old man because she told him everything – they had a big fight and he split – only he didn't come back, see? I come home and all of a sudden I gotta support my mom and my kid sister… I gotta drop outta school. Well, that wasn't too bad, but then I found out about Cathy…"

"C-Cathy?" Pam asked, both shocked and intrigued by the boy's story.

"My kid sister…" He pointed. "This fucking dyke has been suckin' her pussy, too… and got her to likin' it so much Cathy won't even let me fuck her no more!" He glared at Marge. "So I figured it was time for a pay back."

Marge sobbed heavily against Pam's breast and told her, "He… he doesn't understand anything about being bisexual… he won't even let me explain…"

Pam had never even considered the word applicable to herself – or to Marge for that matter, but as she thought about it she suddenly realized she had enjoyed sex with both men and women over the past two days – and she had liked both… Could that mean that she was bisexual?

"I suppose you're a fuckin' dyke too!" the boy shouted, and waved his prick in Pam's face.

She swallowed thickly and looked up at him, then at the others as they moved forward; they were in an ugly mood, and she knew that if she didn't come up with something quick, they would next vent their rage and frustration on her. Pam gambled and looked up at the leader. "What's your name?"

"Why – so you can call the cops?"

She shook her head, wet her lips and replied, "No… it's just that I'd like to know who I'm going to be teaching a few facts of life to." The tone of her voice and her apparent confidence stunned him to silence as she stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse. "Well?" she asked as she bared her firm young tits.

He swallowed thickly and looked at her in astonishment as she tossed her blouse aside and reached for the catch at her waist. "Ah… Bob… my name's Bob."

She glanced at the other boys. "Do they have names, too?"

The one who had let her in the door answered first. "Pete… name's Pete…"

"Jim…" the youngest of the group said, blushing.

"Al… Albert, actually," the other said, and dropped his eyes.

Pam smiled and stepped out of her skirt. "Fine. Albert, you go in and run a nice hot tub of water. You, Jim… find some clean sheets and get Pete to help you change this filthy bed…" She recalled the layout of the house and she turned to the leader. "And you, you get your tail down the hall to the guest room and take a shower… you smell terrible!"

"Just wait a fuckin' minute, lady!" Bob said loudly, his hands on his hips, and his prick drooping. "I give the Goddamn orders around here!"

Pam shrugged. "Then give them – I've told you what I wanted done…" She placed her hands on her tits and massaged the nipples as she lowered her voice to a seductive tone. "Rape is a game for little boys. If you want to know what sex can really be like, do as I ask, Bob… after all, you've got nothing to lose but a little body odor…"

He looked at her for a long moment, then turned to the others and almost shouted, "All right, you fuckin' bums… get the lead outta your ass! You heard what the lady said!" And they scurried out of the room as Bob glared at them menacingly.