James Barton - Door to door teaser

Marge looked up wide-eyed and blinked. "I don't believe it! I… I just don't believe it!" she exclaimed.

Pam reached down and helped the woman to her feet and told Bob, "As soon as you've had your shower, baby… see that the other boys take one too – they smell like goats…" and she reached out and patted his limp prick.

He stumbled from the room talking to himself, and Pam helped Marge into the bathroom. "You're pretty ripe yourself, honey…" she told her as Albert came out of the bath and avoided the women's eyes.

"I… I was afraid they were going to kill me…" Marge stammered as Pam eased her down into the steaming water of the bathtub.

Pam smiled as she picked up a sponge and sat on the side of the tub. "Well, Marge – I've learned something the past few days – sex won't kill you, and when rape is inevitable, just lay back and enjoy it!"

The tone of her voice and her brazen manner was almost too much for Marge to bear – she had so misjudged this girl; she was anything but naive, and Marge wandered just how such a change could take place in a person in so short a time.

As Marge looked up with eyes filled with gratitude, Pam reached down, cupped her left breast gently, then lowered her mouth to Marge's. The touch of Pam's mouth and tongue sent flames of desire racing through Marge's aching body and she sighed deeply as their lips parted.

"And I owe it all to you, Marge… the least I can do is try to return the favor…" and they heard the boys arguing over which sheet went on first.

Marge luxuriated in the warmth of the tub. She felt her muscles relaxing slowly as the aches miraculously began to disappear. She wondered what Pam had in mind – she had taken over the situation so forcefully that Marge had been just a bit bewildered by it all. She lifted the sponge and squeezed it over her neck, and as the warm water ran between the cleft of her breasts, she stretched and gazed down at her dark pubic bush as the dried semen from the boys' repeated fuckings dissolved.

They had fucked her off and on for nearly forty-eight hours, taking turns sleeping – but it never seemed that they would all be asleep at the same time, and every time one of them left her to fall into an exhausted sleep, another would mount her with a stiff prick, shove it into her cunt and pump away until he ejaculated.

And that had been the sum total of their sexual activity with her; she had pleaded with them on several occasions to give her cunt a rest – she had offered to suck them off, but they were afraid she might take advantage and bite one of them.

Well, she thought as she picked up the soap from its dish, whatever Pam had in mind, it couldn't possibly be worse than what she had already endured at the hands of the four young maniacs! And as she thought about it, the warmth left by Pam's mouth returned to her and she closed her eyes as she remembered that kiss and the warmth of the girl's hand on her breasts.

In the kitchen, Pam hummed lightly to herself as she searched the cupboards. Taking down a bottle of cognac, she raised an eyebrow and nodded to herself. She poured a small glassful, dropped in a pair of ice cubes and sipped it. The liquor burned going down, but as it hit her stomach, she felt the immediate spread of warmth course through her young body. Just what Marge needed, she thought, and took a second glass from the shelf and cast a distasteful look around the kitchen, the boys had destroyed it! It looked like a hurricane had swept through, leaving in its wake garbage, empty cans and wrappers and a multitude of spoiled food in the sink. Well, she'd do something about that, too? She decided as she turned and found Bob standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

He looked at her jutting breasts and the slightly upturned nipples, then let his gaze move to her panty-covered crotch. He felt his prick twitch to life and he swallowed as she walked toward him. "You… ah, you could a run away…" he said, looking at the blonde patch of hair peeking through her sheer panties.

Pam smiled and rubbed against his stiffening prick with her leg as she passed through the archway. "What makes you think I want to run away?" she asked lightly, and continued on to the bathroom.

Bob's prick sprang hard as he watched her ass cheeks roll slightly as she walked nearly naked through the living room and into the hallway. Jesus! he thought. She really wanted it!

Pam glanced into the bedroom and smiled as she saw the linen had been changed on the bed and that the rest of the room had been straightened up. As she looked in, Jim, the youngest and smallest of the quartet, came out of the guest room, a towel wrapped modestly around his waist. She smiled and gestured as she told him, "Honey… take a couple of blankets and drape them over the windows… well want it nice and dark – then see if you can locate a couple of candles – that would be nice too."

Jim ogled her lovely young body and the reality of its nearness overwhelmed him as he dropped his eyes sheepishly and felt a strange excitement in his stomach as she reached out and touched the front of the towel with the glass she held.

Pam left the boy in the hallway and reentered the bathroom just as Marge finished douching. Pam grinned and told her, "My, you're looking better already!" and she poured out a measure of cognac in the second glass.

"I'm so sore…" she complained, standing and accepting the drink.

"I'll fix that," Pam told her, and left the bathroom for a moment. When she returned, she handed a tube of ointment she kept in her purse to Marge. "Here, rub a little of this in, it may help."

When Marge had dried herself and stepped from the tub, Pam told her to sit on the toilet stool. She picked up the hairbrush and ran it through the woman's dark locks and then sprayed her hair lightly. When she had finished she told Marge, "A little makeup now – just lipstick and eye shadow, and we'll be, ready," and she filled the woman's glass again.

Marge looked at her in open wonder, but she was grateful for the younger woman's presence of mind – as ugly as the boys had been, she knew that they could have been provoked to even further ugliness! She felt the warmth of the liquor course through her veins, and as she applied her makeup, she felt a certain excitement building – for she had no earthly idea what was in Pam's mind, or what she planned to do about the four boys waiting in the other room.

Pam watched as Marge applied her eye shadow, smiled, and left the bathroom. She found all four of the boys sitting nervously on the bed. She shooed them off. "That will come – I want you, Bob, and Pete, to sit there – use the vanity stool." She looked around. "And Jim and Albert – you take the loveseat." She nodded approval of the two candles burning at the head of the bed on the nightstands. The room was pitch dark except for the flickering light they cast. She rummaged through Marge's closet, found what she was looking for, then turned to Bob. "All right – you're in charge of these hot-bodied young men – think you can handle them?"

Bob looked at her curiously, then cast a stem glance at each of the boys. "Sure… whadda ya want?"

Pam smiled seductively as she looked at the bed. "I'm going to come in in a few minutes and I just want the four of you to watch – no touching, no mad scramble – just watch. Can I have your word on it?"

"Watcha gonna do?" he asked, wrinkling his brow.

She laughed lightly, then replied, "Well, hopefully, I'll be able to give you the biggest hard-ons you've ever had… then we'll get down to some serious sex… are you game?"

"I'm game for anything!" Bob told her, and glanced at the others. "You guys heard her – no touchin', no nothin' until I give the word!" and he looked up at Pam for approval.