James Barton

Door to door teaser

PROLOGUE

Pam stood trembling with anticipation as the man lifted her skirt gently and drew down her panties. As they moved slowly past her knees, the woman kneeling in front of her removed them by lifting one foot and then the other. She shivered then as the woman lifted the panties to her face and inhaled deeply while the man behind her caressed her full, smooth buttocks and bunched her skirt about her slender waist.

She felt the warm knob of his prick then as he moved his body close to hers and insinuated it between the cheeks of her ass; she spread her legs slightly and as she did, the woman looked up at her, licked her full sensuous lips and smiled. Pam felt a thrill go through her body as the woman moved her hands over her lush thighs, moved them upward and gently spread the lips of her pussy. She watched in fascination as the woman's tongue came out of her mouth like a tiny pink snake and brushed the silken thatch of blonde pubic hair, then licked the widespread surface of her pussy lips.

"Ohhhh… God… yes!" Pam moaned as she felt the man ease his prick between her legs to rest it against the bottom of her cunt. She watched as the woman took a long lick and barely touched the glistening head of the man's throbbing shaft as he began a slow movement with his hips. Then, she felt the waist of her blouse pulled free from her skirt and his warm hands were on her sides moving up to cup her full, ripe breasts. Her nipples stiffened immediately and she thrust her hips forward as the woman closed her mouth over her pussy and found the erect nub of flesh that sent thrill after electric thrill through her trembling young body.

Pam felt the head of the man's prick enter her cunt and she bent forward slightly and took hold of the woman's head as she sucked her pussy in slow, fluid motions and licked the entire length of her lewdly spread cunt lips.

"Fuck me and suck me!" Pam cried loudly as the woman's hands encircled her shaking body to hold tightly to the man's ass as he shoved more and more of his bending prick into her cunt.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body as the man fucked her obscenely from behind and the kneeling woman laved her cunt with her wet, sucking mouth. Oh, God, she thought, how on earth had she ever existed without this – how had she managed to exist before she had become a "Lotus Lady"? She shuddered as the first small orgasm took her and she breathed deeply, knowing that it would herald a rush that would soon leave her breathless but crying – begging for more.

And as she gripped the woman's head and forced her cunt into her face, she felt a warmth spread through her body for the two beautiful people loving her so – they were two of her best customers. It had been such a short time, she recalled, since she had taken that first ride with Marge as she was introduced to the best customers on earth and had become A Lady of the Lotus!

CHAPTER ONE

Pam Drum sat uncomfortably nervous on the car seat; a thin trickle of sweat ran down her right side and caused an involuntary chill to run through her lithe, young body; she felt the perspiration building on her thighs and she wished again she had not worn both panties and pantyhose. Not that it was so terribly warm – the greatest portion of her discomfort came from the fact that she was just a little bit scared. Of what, she did not know; Marge Townsend sat bright and cool behind the wheel of her Dodge Dart as they wound their way through the tree-shaded streets, pointing occasionally to a customer's home and remarking on the buying potential of that customer.

It was natural, Pam thought, to be just a little scared or nervous on the first day of a new job, and landing Marge's territory was somewhat of a windfall for the attractive young blonde, and she realized that the territory was hers due to the sales manager's response to her eager activity during the training classes she had attended over the past week. Yesterday a trainee, today a "Lotus Lady", she told herself, and squirmed in the seat, wishing she had driven her own air-conditioned car that day.

"We'll stop at Colonel Mitchum's," she heard Marge saying, "He always buys big this time of year and you can show him the new summer specials…" She smiled and winked at Pam as they drew up before a large brick home, set well back from the street. "He's a sweetheart, really – I'll leave you alone after the introduction and let you see for yourself – I've several articles to deliver in the next block."

Pam swallowed back her apprehension as she took her slender display case and her sales book and stepped out of the car. A cool breeze blew between her thighs and lifted the hem of the miniskirt that showed an attractive amount of her well-fleshed thighs. Nervously, she followed Marge up the winding walk to the covered porch of the beautiful home, and she watched as Marge pressed the button and called out, "Lotus calling…"

In a few moments, the door was opened widely and Pam blinked as a handsome, gray-haired man attired in a satin smoking jacket and slacks smiled down at her.

"Well, Mrs. Townsend," Pam heard him saying, "This is a pleasant surprise!" and he stepped back as Marge nodded and stepped into the coolness of the house.

Pam followed and found herself introduced to the suave Colonel Mitchum, then ushered into a large, well-furnished study just off the foyer. She looked about and the room bespoke a maleness that she had never before encountered: trophy after trophy adorned the walls – those that were not filled to overflowing with books – and the furniture was all oak and leather.

"Listen, you two," Marge said affably, "I've got that terrible Mrs. Horton to deliver a few things to… why don't you get acquainted and I'll drop back in about an hour."

"Of course, my dear," the Colonel returned. "Take your time – I'm sure I'm in good hands with Miss Drum here," and he smiled warmly at Pam as she cast a bewildered glance toward Marge.

As the woman turned for the door, she smiled and told Pam, "Don't disappoint the Colonel now, dear… he's going to be one of your best customers. Ta, ta!" she called, and was gone.

"Now… don't let me frighten you, dear girl," the Colonel said. "I'm no one special – just an old retired Army dog…" he winked. "And don't bother yourself trying to sell me – I'm sold on Lotus Products… my wife used them for years."

"Oh?" Pam said, finding her voice at last, "I'd love to meet her."

The Colonel smiled indulgently as he replied, "I'm afraid that's quite impossible, my dear. She's been dead for nearly five years now."

Pam felt her face flush as she realized what a terrible blunder she had made. "Oh… I'm… so sorry…"

"Come, come, my child, life must go on." He winked and added, "In all candor, I must admit, being a bachelor has its advantage… can I offer you something cool? You look a bit ravished – if you'll excuse the term."

Pam swallowed back her nervousness and wished to hell that Marge had not left her so abruptly – she felt terribly uneasy in the presence of this distinguished-looking man whose charm had totally disarmed her – and she hadn't even mentioned the summer specials yet! "Umm… yes," she said thickly. "It is rather warm, Colonel."

"Fine… but let's drop the formalities… my friends call me Peter…" He winked again. "It's just a nickname, of course."

Pam felt her face flush again for no apparent reason and she squirmed uncomfortably on the cool leather of the couch. She watched as the man crossed the room, pressed a button and a panel slid aside to reveal a small bar. He poured them both a light drink, and as he handed one to Pam, she realized it was liquor. She tried to protest, but he would not hear of it.

"Come, come, my child… it's only a gin and tonic – does wonders for you in this heat."

Pam looked up at him hesitantly, then tasted the cool liquid. It was refreshing and the sudden warmth that spread from her stomach to her limbs had a calming effect on her. As she set her glass aside and opened her display case, she remarked, "Marge said you might be interested in our summer specials, Colonel… Peter."

He laughed a deep, throaty laugh as he stood before her, then he said mysteriously, "Marge always manages to get my business one way or the other – and she always has something of a surprise for me…" He touched his chin with the rim of his glass and added, "But what say we get this relationship off on the right foot… I have a surprise for you!"

"For me?" she said, unsure as to whether or not she could accept something from a customer. "Marge didn't mention…" she began, then he cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"Just take a sip of your drink, then close your eyes – and I won't take no for an answer, young lady – don't you know the customer is always right?"

She flushed again and knew what he said was true – they had repeated that, time and time again during her training course. She picked up her glass obediently and drained it, then sat back and closed her eyes as the warmth of the gin spread even further through her lovely young body.

The Colonel smiled down at the beautiful young thing and recalled his telephone conversation with Marge: "And do I have a surprise for you, Peter… just wait until you meet her – she's quite a package!" And to that, Mitchum had to agree. She was quite a package!

Pam closed her eyes tightly and wondered why she couldn't look – it seemed so strange to be in a bachelor's home, drinking gin and accepting a "surprise".

"Now, my dear, under no circumstances are you to open your eyes… do I have your word?" he asked as he moved directly in front of her. "Y-yes. I promise," she replied.

She felt her hand lifted then and she wondered what on earth he was going to give her. Then, Pam felt her fingers wrapped about something smooth and warm and soft. She tried to imagine what it might be as the man's hand closed around hers and held it lightly.

"What I'm giving you has been coveted by many, many women, my dear," she heard him saying, and she sensed the nearness of his body to her own – in fact, he was standing directly in front of her. "It will be yours for as long as you want it – to do with as you wish… just treat it gently!" he told her in a soft voice.

Pam gripped the strange object in her palm, and as she did, it twitched… then she felt it beginning to swell under her fingers and suddenly she realized what it was she held in her hand! Oh, God! she thought. It was… it was… was his penis!

Pam could not believe what was happening to her – this gentleman… this customer… his.

God – his prick! And she shuddered slightly as she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes… you're bringing new life to the old staff, my dear… and for that you deserve yet another reward."

Pam felt him move even closer and as her hand bulged about his growing prick, she felt it brush her lips and she recoiled in sudden shock. "I… I… ohhhhh…" she muttered as she felt his hand on the back of her head pulling her forward. "Please…" she whimpered, and she was tempted to open her eyes, but she did not, for she had given her word.

"There, there, my child… indulge an old man in his final days… we can be such good friends… such good friends," he said, and rubbed the tip of his swollen prick over her mouth as he held her head firmly in his free hand.

Pam swallowed as she felt the pressure at the back of her head and her thoughts were a jumbled confusion as she tried vainly to think of something to say to this man – this customer – but she could not, and she felt a strange surge of heat in her loins as she felt the man's prick grow to a velvet hardness in her hand. Just this one, she told herself, but she would certainly have to have a talk with Marge about the situation – after all, what would people think?

And as her thoughts raced helter skelter, she felt the smooth, bulbous head of the man's prick push against her lips, and unable to draw back, she opened her mouth slightly and found it suddenly filled with his throbbing prick. My God! she thought frantically. He expected her to suck it!

"Oh, yes, my child… do that for me… it's such a lovely warm mouth you have… how utterly happy you're making an old man… how wonderful…"

And as he spoke, Pam felt his stiff prick shoved deeper into her throat and she nearly gagged as it brushed the roof of her mouth and bent slightly as it filled her mouth to capacity.

"Ummmm… uggggh… uhnnnn," she moaned as he filled her mouth completely.

Then he drew back and she moistened her tongue with saliva before he shoved forward again. She swirled her tongue about the satiny head and felt the tiny slit of his glans. A faint salty taste came to her and she wondered just how far he expected her to go with this ridiculous charade. Then he began stroking in and out of her obscenely ovaled lips and she heard his breath coming in short gasps as his stiff prick fucked in and out of her mouth slowly.

She felt the hand on hers move then, and as she gripped the thick base of his prick, she felt the wiry pubic hair and the slap of his huge balls against her hand. My God, she thought, he had removed his trousers! And the vision of him standing there naked from the waist down came to her – and strangely excited her.

She felt her own juices begin to flow and the crotch of her panties felt suddenly warm and sticky as she became aroused by his nearness. Experimentally, she reached out with her other hand and found his great, hairy balls and she stroked them, feeling on fire inside. Then she ran her hand around his naked thigh to cup his slender ass as his prick was driven ever deeper into her mouth and throat.

"Ohhhhh… Godddd… uhnnnn…" she whimpered as he reached down and found her braless breast and fondled it through the thin material of her blouse. His fingers excited her and as they rolled her nipples against the material, she felt new waves of pleasure break over her heated young body.

Then, without warning, he pulled back and extracted his prick from her sucking mouth and told her softly: "Stand up, my dear… but keep your eyes closed."

Pam did as she was asked and she heard him sit on the leather couch. Then his hands were on the backs of her legs and she felt him as he drew down both pantyhose and, panties in one swift movement. She kicked off her shoes as the garments were peeled from her body, then she felt her brief skirt lifted to her waist. A chill went through her body as she felt herself lifted, then she was lying beside him on the wide couch.

With her legs spread lewdly, she felt him nuzzle her crotch, then his mouth came in contact with her pussy. She gasped loudly and found her head forced down on his throbbing prick again as he began to suck her cunt.

My God! she thought. This couldn't be happening! Why, he was old enough to be her father! But still, she filled her mouth with his huge prick and sucked it lovingly as he nestled his head between her legs and licked from the top of her cunt to her tiny, pinched anus to send chill after chill through her vibrant young body. She felt him suck her erect clit into his mouth, and as he caught it between his teeth, she cried out from around the head of his cock.

"Yeek!" she thrilled loudly, then moaned deeply as he laved her pussy with his hot, wet tongue. Good grief! she thought, he was going to make her cum! And she did! The orgasm washed over her naked loins as the Colonel cupped her ass cheeks and drove his tongue deeply into her cunt like a tiny pistoning prick, and drove her over the brink.

"Oh, Jesus!" she cried. "Yes… I'm cumming… suck me… suck me… make me cuuummm!!!" and she shuddered atop his hairy body in the throes of a great orgasm that left her breathless and inert, his still-stiff prick clutched tightly in her small hands.

"Ohhhh… Jesus, Colonel… no one's ever done that before!" she moaned as she blinked her eyes in wonder. She heard him chuckle and as he rubbed the cheeks of her ass she realized that he had not enjoyed a climax with her and she felt suddenly sorry that she had not been able to bring him off.

He licked her juices as they flowed from the pink petals of her swollen pussy lips and he smiled to himself – he was still the best, he told himself as he wormed a finger into the girl's tightly puckered asshole and felt her squirm down against his mouth. She'd be begging for more before he was through with her, he thought lasciviously, and his finger disappeared to the second knuckle.

"Oh! Uhhh!" Pam gasped as she felt the sudden intrusion of her anal canal. "P-Peter… what… what do you think you're doing?"

But in answer, his finger sunk in completely and he nibbled her cunt again as she writhed against him. Pam felt the fullness in her ass – and it was not an unpleasant feeling. The pain had passed quickly and a warmth was now emanating from her asshole as he nibbled on her aching cunt.

She licked the top of his prick head and tasted the same faintly salty taste she had found before, and as she pulled her mouth off to examine his prick, she found a drop of clear fluid oozing from the slit in the end. She licked it off and wondered at the taste – Pam was no stranger to sex, but high school was two years behind her and since that time, she hadn't felt a hard prick such as this. Back-seat fucking was actually the limit of her experience, and she had known that if a girl wanted dates, she had to put out – but it had always left her unsatisfied and she had wondered at all the words she had read on the subject and of all the tales her girlfriends had shared with her. She had never found any of those wonderful, earth-shaking things they talked about – just put it in, cum in gushes and pant, talking about how good it was.

But the Colonel had shown her something else… she had actually cum from him sucking her cunt – a thing she did not believe possible. And as she thought about it, she felt herself building to yet another orgasm, and in her mouth, the man's prick began to twitch and throb and it seemed to swell even larger as she sucked it deep into her throat.

"Oh, yes… yes, my child…" she heard him gasp out. "Good Lord, yessss… suck my prick… take it deep… let me cum in that lovely hot mouth of yours… take meeeee!" he cried, and Pam felt the first hot spurt of his semen as it splashed against the roof of her mouth, then filled it to overflowing.

She gulped as the huge prick spasmed inside her throat and she felt him lift his hips up to her as he gushed great gobs of cum into her sucking mouth. It was hot and somewhat sticky and she felt small traces of it dribble from the corners of her mouth as she attempted to swallow it all, but she could not.

As his body eased beneath her, she felt his finger pop obscenely from her tight asshole and she realized she had had another orgasm – right along with him – but so engrossed had she been with his spurting prick, she had not been fully aware of it. She pulled her wet lips from his softening prick and lay her head against his hairy thigh as she heard him gasping for breath, and she drew her own breath deeply and shuddered as she exhaled.

Pam drifted dreamily for long moments as her body unwound and she found the warmth of the man's body somehow comforting following their sexual interlude. She breathed deeply and found the tingling in the pit of her stomach a welcome feeling as his fingers touched the lips of her pussy and teased her there. She wrapped her fingers around his half-erect prick and began to pull on it gently, rubbing the soft, pink head against her cheek, then she pulled it to her lips and kissed it softly to find a slender strand of his semen still oozing from the slit in the tip. She licked it clean, and as she did, she felt it stiffen again in her hand.

She cupped his balls and felt their weight, then lifted one to her mouth and sucked it in. The Colonel gasped as he felt his ball sucked into her hot mouth, and he knew he was rising again. He felt his prick twitch against her smooth cheek, and as he stroked her wet pussy and cupped her ass cheeks gently, he sighed deeply.

"Are your eyes still closed, my child?" he asked her.

"Ummm… yes…" she lied, and closed her eyes tightly.

Then Pam felt herself lifted up, and as though with no effort, the Colonel sat up himself and sat her down in his lap. She felt his knees come together as he eased her down, and the feeling of his hairy legs against her on smooth thighs sent yet another thrill through her beautiful young body. She felt him lift her up gently, spread her legs, and as he eased her down again, she found his prick protruding between her legs and pressed against the lips of her stretched pussy.

He took hold of her hands and placed them on his growing cock and whispered in her ear, "Rub it against your cunny, my child… rub it and if you like, put it in… it wasn't fair for you, my cuniming off like that in your mouth."

Pam thrilled at his concern for her, and as she pressed his stiff prick against her splayed pussy, waves of pleasure swam through her head and body and she hunched forward slightly to rub his prick up and down against her exposed clit. She felt the turgid little nub of flesh respond to her manipulations and it was better even than her hairbrush, and she groaned deeply as his prick throbbed between the folds of her cunt.

Then Pam was lifted up slightly and she understood; bending his prick back towards her, she eased the head of it into her aching cunt and nearly erupted as he thrust his hips upward and buried his prick into her sopping pussy. Then his hands were beneath her blouse and as they cupped her firm young tits, she heaved a great sigh and shuddered as he rolled her erect nipples between the tips of his fingers, then cupped her tits fully and hugged her to him.

A slow, grinding motion began below her, and even though the prick in her remained stationary, Pam derived so much pleasure from his subtle movements she nearly screamed in ecstasy. Then he humped upward and she pressed down against his thighs with her palms flat and began a slow up-and-down movement as he fondled her tits with one hand and his other moved to the hairy pubic area and stroked her gently there. She felt his finger search out her clit, and as he began to stroke it gently with just the tip of his finger, she was sent to new heights of sensation and she threw her head back and gasped for breath.

"Do you like that, my child… do you like old peter in your pussy? Do you like to be sucked and fucked and to feel my hot spurting prick in your mouth and cunt… do you?"

"Y-yes… oh, good grief, yes!" she told him.

"Tell me… tell me what you like as I fuck you like this – my finger in your cunt, my hand squeezing your full, ripe tits… tell me, tell me what you want!"

"Uhhhh… I love what you're doing to me… I love the feel of your prick in my mouth, in my cunt… I love the way you fuck me! Oh, God… but do I love it!" she whimpered as she felt her orgasm building and he squeezed her body to his as he became aware of the slight quivering in her loins.

"Tell me what you like most… tell me… say the words!"

"I… uhhn… I… oh, Jesus… I can't talk just fuck… just fuck… fuck me in my cunt… fuuuucccckkkk!" she screamed.

The Colonel felt his prick and balls flooded with her juices as she stiffened and bounced up and down on his throbbing prick. He shuddered with her as the first of his contractions caused his legs to shoot out stiffly and she bent forward, his prick buried to the thick base in her spasming cunt. He held her tightly, then raised her by the waist to jam her down swiftly on his shooting cock. He felt the burst of semen as it splashed against her womb and she cried out again as she dug her nails into his legs and choked back sob after sob. He gasped for breath as the contractions continued and he felt his cum running from her cunt and into his lap as she quivered like a dying fish out of water and her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

Finally, she lay in his arms and he stroked her pussy as his prick softened and slipped out to lie against his thigh. He nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear, brushing her soft blonde hair away from the nape of her neck. She chilled as he licked her neck and she was only dimly away as he reached between the cushions of the couch and pulled out a soft towel to dry her blonde thatch and wipe her sensitive cunt.

She felt him lift her up and then she sat back exhausted as she felt him kneel before her and slip her shoes on her feet. She sat like that for what seemed a very long time, and off in the distance, she heard the clink of ice as it was dropped into a glass, then she felt the coolness of the glass in her hand as his voice came to her.

"You can open your eyes now, my child."

She fluttered her eyelids and found Colonel Mitchum standing fully dressed before her. He smiled down at her and lifted his glass in salute. Dazed, Pam lifted her own glass and tasted a sour-sweet mixture that was delightfully cool.

"Lemonade…" he said, and smiled, "I like it on hot, afternoons…" and his words were cut off by the sounding of the chimes. "That will be Marge… excuse me a moment," he said, and smiled graciously.

Still half-dazed, Pam sat and wondered for a moment if it had all been real. Had she dreamed it? No, she thought as she felt the warmth still in her stomach… and a moment of panic took her as she realized she had not put on her panties – or her pantyhose! Frantically, she looked about for them, but they were nowhere in sight, then she looked up as Marge and the Colonel entered the study.

"Well, how have you two been getting along?" Marge asked cheerily.

Pam felt her cheeks flush and she wondered if the other woman would notice she wasn't wearing her pantyhose. She had tucked in her blouse and no damage had been done to her short hair, but still she felt it showed.

"Famously!" she heard the Colonel saying. "We're going to be the best of friends," he said, and winked at Pam in the same manner he had winked at Marge earlier.

"Well, we must be off, Colonel… we've several more stops to make and I want to make sure that Pam meets all her best customers before I have to send her out on her own."

"Certainly," he replied, then turned to Pam. "You drop by any time, my dear child… any time at all," and he smiled warmly at her.

She thought about the summer specials and wondered if she should mention them now. "Never press a customer," the sales manager had instructed her, "Lotus sells itself… and we aren't high pressure people!"

"Ummm… yes," Pam heard herself saying as she set her glass aside and picked up her display case from the floor. As she did, her heart nearly stopped, for shoved beneath the edge of the leather couch were her panties and pantyhose! Quickly, she stood up and smiled nervously at the Colonel and took Marge by the arm. "If I could drop by next week?" she asked hopefully as they turned to walk from the room.

"But of course, my child," the man told her, and patted her swaying ass as she walked behind Marge to the front door.

They bid him goodbye and as Pam seated herself in the car, she sighed and shook her head. "I really should have sold him something," she remarked absently as Marge slid behind the wheel.

As she twisted the key in the ignition, Marge told her, "I wouldn't be too concerned with that, Pam… sell yourself to the customer first, then your product will sell itself."

Well, Pam thought, she had certainly done that! And as Pam glanced at the other woman, she thought she detected a knowing smile playing about the edges of her lovely mouth.

CHAPTER TWO

The ringing of the telephone brought Pam from the deep stupor of sleep. She opened her eyes reluctantly and rolled to one side to claw the instrument from its cradle. She lay back heavily and pressed it to her ear as she asked, "Yes – what is it?"

"Miss Drum?" a feminine voice inquired.

"Ummm… yes, this is she."

"Good morning – this is Alicia Conners… Lotus. Did I disturb you?"

Pam sat bolt upright in her bed and looked toward the digital clock beside the phone on the nightstand. She heaved a sigh of relief as she saw it was only nine a.m. and she wasn't due to meet Marge until ten. "No, of course not," she answered, and pictured the bright young secretary of the Lotus sales manager sitting behind her desk.

"Fine… Marge Townsend just called in sick for the day – she asked me to call you and apologize… twenty-four-hour flu, I'm afraid."

"Oh…" Pam said, and tried to collect her thoughts. "Ummm… I was supposed to meet her at ten…"

"Yes, that's what she said," Alicia told her. "She's left a list of instructions for you if you'd like to try the day on your own… actually, there's not too much – several deliveries. It might be interesting for you to meet a few of your customers on your own."

Pam thought about it as she threw back the covers and searched the drawer of the nightstand for pen and paper. "Ummmm, yes. If you'll give me the message, I'll do that," she told the secretary.

She scribbled down several addresses as the woman read Marge's schedule for her. "And at the Van Attens… she did leave some sort of instructions."

"Van Attens?" Pam asked.

"A very wealthy client – she's been with Lotus for simply years."

"Oh," Pam said, then inquired: "What did Marge say?"

"Just that you were to be especially nice to 'Old Tom'. Do you know what she meant? I assumed that you would understand…"

Pam wrote it down and puzzled over it for a moment. "Ah, no – but whoever Tom is, I'll certainly be especially nice to him," she said, and wondered.

"Fine… I'll phone distribution for you and tell Frank to have your things wrapped and waiting have a nice day, Lotus Lady!" she said, and hung up.

Pam dragged her body from bed and prepared to shower. After her shower she dressed quickly, choosing a slender wisp of bikini panties, then a pleated miniskirt and a light cotton blouse. As she slipped her shoes on her feet, she heard the buzzer sound on the coffee maker and she hurried to the kitchen to pour herself a cup. Her breakfast consisted of two diet capsules, a glass of orange juice and a cup of black coffee. Almost immediately, she felt a lift from the capsules and she hummed lightly to herself as she ran a brush through her hair for the last time and sprayed it lightly.

Unlocking her Torino, she rolled down the windows all the way around, then glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror as she turned the key in the ignition. It was a short drive to the Lotus distribution center and she found Frank smiling at her as she approached across the tiled foyer.

"Everything's ready for you, Miss Drum," the older man said brightly, and let his gaze roam over the lithe young body of the new Lotus Lady. Like to get that one in the stock room, he thought hungrily as he watched her tits bounce braless as she approached the counter. Put about ten inches of stiff prick down her throat!

Pam smiled and thanked the man, then checked the purchase orders against the delivery slips. Everything in order, she signed for the products and thanked Frank as he signaled one of the younger boys to take the packages to her car for her.

"Ah, if there's anything you ever need, Miss Drum… you know, special like… you can count on me," Frank told her, and leaned heavily against the counter to hide the bulge in his pants.

"Why thank you, Frank," she told him. "You're sweet."

As she unlocked the trunk of her car, the boy looked longingly at her bare legs and thought, Man, I'd like to take this one on a tour of the warehouse – stuff six hot inches up her hot twat!

Pam thanked the young man and blushed as he openly stared at her bare legs and short skirt. Then she was on her way. She checked the Van Atten's address, and recognized it as being in a very exclusive neighborhood. Another rich one, she concluded, and pulled onto the freeway.

Forty minutes later, she pulled into the wide drive of the Van Atten residence, slowed and drove toward the large home situated amid high pines and evergreens. She pulled up in front of the mansion and wondered again at Marge's mysterious message… Old Tom… possibly Mr. Van Atten? Well, she decided as she unlocked the trunk and removed the parcels for that address, she'd soon find out!

Ringing the bell for the fourth time, she experienced a sinking feeling in her stomach – no answer. Could it be that both the Van Attens and their servants were away? Not likely, she thought, and decided to walk around to the back of the house – there was a walk and an arbor to one side – perhaps they were all at the pool, if they had one. And she strode off briskly in that direction.

As she emerged from the covered arbor, she ran head on into an elderly black gentleman, spilling her packages. She was startled at first, but as she looked at his sweet, smiling face as he apologized, she really couldn't be angry.

"I'm terribly sorry, ma'am," he said again as he picked up the last of the parcels. "But is there sumpin' I can do for you?"

Pam blushed slightly, then replied, "Well… yes, I'm from Lotus Products… I was looking for Mrs. Van Atten."

The man's face brightened suddenly as he stepped back and looked her up and down. "Now where's that nice Miz Townsend gone off to?"

Pam blushed again under the man's appraising stare. "Ummm, she's off ill today – but actually, she won't be with Lotus but another week – I'm her replacement."

"Right sorry to hear that – but glad she got a pretty lady like you to take care of Mrs. Van," he said, and smiled broadly. "Ah… guess you didn't know, though."

"Know?"

"Yes'm… Mrs. Van's gone off for two weeks herself – Bermuda, I believe."

"Gracious!" Pam exclaimed. "Ummm – Mr. Van Atten?"

The old man laughed. "Ain't been one of them in years, Miz Drum…"

"Oh… well, I suppose I can come back…" and she looked thoughtfully at the elderly man. "Unless you could sign for these things – I could have the bill mailed to Mrs. Van Atten."

"Sure could, ma'am… does that all the time 'round here!" he told her, and gestured toward a pair of glass doors. "Come on in – we can put these things in there and then I'll sign your paper for you."

Pam followed the man and he unlocked the glass doors that led to a darkened study just off the large expanse of lawn. Inside it was cool and dim and Pam walked with the man to a large mahogany desk; as he set the packages aside, Pam thought, Why this must be 'Old Tom'!

She bent over the desk and the man watched as she dug through her purse in search of her order book. As she leaned forward, the back of her skirt hiked up displaying her white thighs and just the fringes of her bikini panties. The man swallowed thickly as the young white girl leaned forward then and exposed more of her posterior to him. He thought again of the other Lotus Lady and he felt the sudden rising in the leg of his coveralls.

"Ummm… did Miz Townsend maybe mention me to you, Miz Drum?" the man asked as he plunged his hands into his deep pockets and pressed down his growing erection.

Without looking up, she checked off the items on the delivery slip and she smiled as she told him, "Well, yes – as a matter of fact she did. She told me to be especially nice to a gentleman named Tom."

"Tom?" he questioned, then smiled as he connected the name to the Townsend woman. "Oh, yes'm… that's right… Miz Van lets me do a lot of the buyin' 'round here – guess that's what she meant, allright," and he felt his prick growing stiff against his leg as the girl looked over her shoulder and smiled brightly at him.

As she checked the packages off the list she sensed the old black man move closer to her, but she thought nothing of it, for she knew he would be responsible for all the articles he signed for. As she reached the bottom of her list, she sighed and said, "There – that's it, if you'd like to check it," and she turned to look at him.

Pam gasped as she turned, for standing only inches away from her, the Negro had unbuttoned the front of his coveralls and was holding onto the largest, blackest cock she had ever seen!

"But… but…" she began to protest, unable to believe her eyes.

The old man smiled and licked his lips as he reached for her hand. "Member what Miz Townsend said? Be nice to Old Tom?" and as he spoke, he took her hand in his callused paw and lifted it to place it on his throbbing, hot cock.

"Ohhhh!" she gasped again as her fingers came in contact with the man's prick. "I… that is… I don't think…"

"Now, now, Miz… just touch it a li'l for me… We all by ourselves here… doors locked from the inside and nobody ever gonna know unless we tells 'em… you just play with it a bit and we gonna buy lots of them Lotus things!"

"But… but that's bribery!"

The old Negro smiled as he reached for her other hand and forced her to wrap it around the thick base of his prick as her fingers curled around the head of it. "Well, not exactly, ma'am… I calls it jus' playin' 'round a bit… and that never hurt no one… an'it shore feels good!"

Pam blinked her eyes and stared in disbelief as both of her hands were wrapped about his swelling prick. He moved forward a bit and as he did, the thick foreskin was peeled back to expose the glistening head. She had never seen a black prick before, let alone touch one, and she felt a sudden stab of excitement as she realized that this man was black! Oh, God, she thought, it was happening again today! She swallowed back her fear as a warm stirring made itself felt between her legs.

"Uh-huh! That's it, child… just play with it a bit… squeeze it and rub it all over… that feels good!" he told her as he moved his hips back-and-forth and released his hands from around hers.

Pam looked down in fascination as his hands moved away – she knew she could pull her hands off if she wanted to, but the longer she held the stiff, hot meat in her soft hands, the more she wanted to hold it. She peeled back the foreskin and inspected the huge head of his prick; a small drop of fluid squeezed out and hung suspended and she rubbed her thumb over it and rubbed it into the sensitive skin of the head.

The old Negro moaned lowly and Pam became aware of his rough hands on her hips – beneath her skirt! She tried to back away a bit, but she felt the hard outline of the desk cut into the cheeks of her ass as she did. She opened her mouth to protest, but as she did, the old man's hands hooked onto her bikinis and pulled them down to her knees.

She gasped as she looked down at her panties, and for some reason, she suddenly wanted them off! She wriggled a bit and finally they fell to her ankles where she was able to kick them off. Then the old man raised her skirt and exposed the lush blonde thatch of hair that grew above her pussy, and he drew in his breath sharply.

"My, oh, my!" he exclaimed. "You is blonde all the way down there!" and his huge black paw closed around her cunt as he stood sideways a bit and pumped his prick into her hands.

Pam swallowed thickly as she saw his hand on her pussy; the sharp contrast in color sent a thrill through her lusting young body and all thoughts of rejection or refusal left her mind as his thick middle finger pried apart her cunt lips and slid in easily to the first knuckle.

"Ummm-mmm! Just like you was greased, mizzy!" he told her, and Pam recalled using some vaginal ointment that morning, and was thankful for the fact that she had. The old man wormed his finger deeper inside her, then pulled it out and took hold of Pam about the waist and lifted her effortlessly onto the edge of the desk. Her hands still held his prick and suddenly she understood as he slipped his hands behind her knees and lifted her legs so that they were spread wide, exposing her pussy to the head of his bulging prick.

"Oh… no…" she tried to protest, "I don't think we should… you said you just wanted me to play with you a little bit…"

"I lies, Missy…" he said, smiling as he moved his hips forward and the head of his prick nudged her pussy lips.

"Oh… oh, God… don't rape me… please don't make me put that in my cunt! God, please don't make me."

The old man smiled at her shallow protest, for as she begged, she began jacking his prick harder and harder, guiding it into her cunt. Then she lifted her legs higher and the purple head of his prick disappeared between the wet, pink folds of her dripping pussy. "No, my… I won't rape you… all I want to do is to fuck your pretty pink cunt… wanna feel it all 'round my poor old peter!" and he pushed forward with his prick as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Pam felt the huge tool enter her and stretch the walls of her vagina, sending a surge of pleasure through her loins. She felt his prick fill her and still there was more. She lay back on the desk as the old man hovered over her and took hold of her hips to pull her to him. She locked her legs around his aged body and gasped as he withdrew his prick almost to the head, then pulled her to him strongly, sinking his cock into her to the hilt.

"IIEEEEE!" she screamed, and gasped for breath as his big black hands began to knead the soft flesh of her hips and pull her back and forth on the throbbing length of his prick.

She felt her own orgasm building and she was astounded that it could come so soon. She writhed beneath his hands as his prick plunged deeper and deeper with each successive stroke – then she felt his hairy balls slapping against the cheeks of her upraised ass and she spasmed lightly at their touch.

She closed her eyes and envisioned the great black piston as it fucked in and out of her cunt, and in her mind's eye, it became larger and larger. Then she felt another prick in her cunt and one in each hand and finally, there was a great black prick in her mouth and they all began to spurt their loads of hot semen into and over her at once. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as the prick in her belly began to twitch and she heard the old man gasp for breath as his body shook violently against hers.

The fantasy became reality as the old man suddenly pulled his prick from her clasping cunt and she felt the first hot spurt hit her about the navel, then it was followed by another and yet another as the man's prick jerked and spasmed above her smooth white belly. Pam opened her eyes in disappointment as his contractions subsided and she saw the pools of sticky white cum all over her belly and matted in the blonde hairs of her cunt.

"Ohhh," she cried, "that wasn't fair! I didn't cum!" she told him, and tried vainly to stuff his prick back into her cunt. But as she did, the old man began to wilt and he looked down at her sheepishly as she fought the softening cock with no success. "Not fair!" she pouted, and finally let the wilted thing slip wetly from her hands.

"S-sorry, Missy – never was much on holdin' back when my old nuts said they was ready to bust…" and he unhooked her legs from about his waist and tucked his prick inside his coveralls. "But… if'n you don't mind… I'll give you a good cum…" He looked down at her splayed cunt and licked his lips. "That is, if'n you don't mind," he repeated.

"Oh, God!" she exclaimed. "Do something for me before I go out of my mind!"

The old man leaned forward then and began licking up the gobs of white cum from her belly, and the nearer he got to her pussy, the more fascinated she became; his long pink tongue snaked in and out of his dark lips to lick, then as he lapped the last of his own cum from her blonde hair, she drew her breath sharply as he lowered his head and closed his mouth around her entire cuntal opening.

"Jesus!" she cried out. "Yes! Lick my cunt, you old bastard! Suck me until I cum in your mouth! Make me cum – tongue-fuck me!" she squealed as he sucked and lapped her pussy and his rough black hands lifted her up by the cheeks of her ass and he ate her like a ripe watermelon. "Argghhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh! Fuck! Suck me… lick me suck me off!" Pam wailed as he sucked her furiously and she threw her legs about his neck to hold him tightly to her cunt as wave after wave of electric pleasure went through her sweating body. Then she felt it coming as he drove his tongue into her clasping pink cunt, she opened her mouth wide and let out a shriek that startled even herself as the dam broke and she tumbled over the edge to fall down that dark velvet tunnel of orgasm. Her cunt flooded his face with her juices as he sucked her greedily, and as she sobbed strongly, and tried to catch her breath, the old man unwrapped her legs from about his neck and stepped back, a wet smile on his wrinkled black face.

Pam watched dreamily as he picked up the order book, took her pen and scrawled his name across the receipt. He laid it down, then froze as a woman's voice called out shrilly: "To-om! Yoo-hoo! Hello, Tom!"

Pam stiffened as the old man raised a finger to his mouth and hushed her.

Again the woman's voice came and the old man leaned down and whispered, "Don't you move, now – that's my old woman… there will be hell to pay if she catches us like this…"

"Tom, damnit! Where, is you, you old rascal!" the woman's voice, called again from just outside the glass doors of the study.

Pam felt the fear surge through her veins as the woman paused there, and they could see her outline just outside. The old man pointed to a door behind the desk and to one side and he whispered, "Soon as she's gone, you can use the toilet there, Missy – I'll take these things and as soon as you think the coast is clear, you can hightail it out the front door – just be sure you lock it on your way out!"

Pam slid off the edge of the desk and walked quickly into the small toilet. She did not bother to turn on the light, but she sat on the cool surface of the toilet seat and heaved a deep sigh of relief as the woman's voice sounded far off in the distance.

The old man gathered up the packages, glanced at the book he had signed and a sly smile crept over his weathered old face as he bent down, picked up Pam's panties and sniffed them. "Sure look good on Momma…" he said to himself, and stuffed them in his pocket. He went to the glass doom, peeked through the curtains, then let himself out silently as the woman's voice came to him from the other side of the house.

Pam sighed again and pulled a wad of paper from the roll. She wiped herself clean, then flushed the toilet and stood up, her skirt still bunched about her waist. She was about to roll it down when she heard the door open again from the outside, and someone entered the study. The door was opened a crack and Pam peeked out from the darkened toilet to see a black man walk softly across the room to stand before the desk with his hands on his hips. He was young, perhaps Pam's age, and he was dressed in tennis shorts and a white polo shirt. She wondered who he might be, then she felt a moment of panic as he seemed to smile to himself, and he reached out to touch something on the top of the desk. He brought up his finger to inspect the substance he found there, then he sniffed it and turned toward the toilet, a broad grin on his handsome young face. Before Pam could react, he took several quick strides and jerked open the door.

"Oh!" she gasped.

"Well, well, well…" he said, and leaned against the doarframe looking down at Pam.

"I… ummm, that is… I just stepped in to use… ah, the john…" she offered weakly.

The man raised an eyebrow and smiled as he looked down at her exposed pussy. "Like that?" he questioned.

Pam followed his gaze and realized she was naked from the waist down; her face burned hotly as she attempted to cover herself, but his hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist to pull her into the dim light of the study.

"Oh, please!" she begged. "Let me leave… I was just going!"

Pulling her to the desk where she had just been fucked and sucked by the old man, he pointed and said, "I'm not interested in who's leaving, but I'd damn well like to know who's been doing the cumming in here!" and he ran his finger through a small puddle of sticky white cum.

Pam blushed strongly and tried to pull away from his strong grasp. She shook her head as he held the finger up for her to see and she felt her world sinking away from her. She fought back the tears and choked out, "I… I suppose… I suppose I'll have to tell you… it was… it was Old Tom…" and she sobbed deeply.

"Old Tom?" he asked, a note of astonishment in his voice. "Old Tom?" he repeated.

She nodded as the tears broke and streamed down her face. "I was just delivering some Lotus products and… and he offered to sign for them…" and she indicated her receipt book.

The man reached for the book, held it up and looked at the signature scrawled across the bottom, then be broke up laughing.

"Wh-what's so funny?" Pam asked, and sniffed loudly.

"Old Tom, you say… read this…" and he showed her the receipt.

Pam blinked as she made out the name Henry Johnson. "But… but we heard his wife calling him… she called him… Old Tom… she called…" and her voice trailed off as she looked down and saw the tremendous bulge in the front of the man's shorts. "Ohhh…" she said.

He continued laughing, then he told her, "That was my mother you heard calling – she was calling Old Tom, all right, but Tom just happens to be Mrs. Van Atten's tomcat – that fucking cat gets more attention around here than a house guest – she's had him for ten years, maybe more!"

Pam felt her cheeks bum anew as he told her that she had been duped. "But… but who was… who is Henry Johnson?"

He smiled and looked down at her nakedness appraisingly. "Well, he just happens to be the old man who fucked you silly… and he just happens to be my old man!"

"Oh, good grief!" she exclaimed. "How was I to know?"

He laughed again and shook his head as he drew her to him; she felt the great bulge in his tennis shorts as it was pressed against her quivering belly. "Are you for real, baby?" and he closed his mouth over hers softly.

The moment their lips touched, Pam felt a new stirring in her loins. She had never been kissed quite like that before, and as his tongue stole into her mouth, she felt a rush of new passion flow through her body. His hands moved up to her tit and his other reached around and closed on her bare ass cheek as he forced his tongue deeper into her mouth.

Pam squirmed as she felt his finger press between the cheeks of her ass and tease her anal opening. She fought for breath as he pressed his throbbing prick against her body. She could feel it outlined clearly through the thin material of his shorts and she knew what was going to happen – and she was defenseless to stop it. And at that very moment, she realized she really didn't want it to stop.

"My name's Jed," he whispered softly in her ear, then licked out wetly to send a new chill through her body. "And I suppose if the old man could have you, I ought to take my place in line…" As he spoke, his hand treed the catch at his waist and before she could pull away, he had shed his shorts and was pressing hotly against her naked loins, his stiff, black prick nudging her pubic mound.

"Ohhh…" she groaned, and pressed back against him. "You're so big…" she cooed as her fingers closed around his thick, hot shaft.

"I taste good, too," he told her, and put his hands on her so he could force her to her knees.

Pam was looking up at him, a wistful expression on her face as he smoothed her short, blonde hair and smiled. "Put it in your mouth, baby… suck me a little… I've got a special surprise for you."

Pam lowered her head and looked then at the soft brown head of his prick. She wet her lips, then opened her mouth and took in just the head of it; she swirled her tongue about it and felt a sudden heat in her loins as she took more and more of it into her mouth.

Jed moaned lowly and pressed his hips forward as his dark shaft disappeared into her sucking, ovaled mouth and he felt her tongue playing about the bottom of it; then she pulled off to the head and laved it wetly before stuffing it back into her mouth. He felt the head of his prick touch the back of her palate, then touch her throat, and still she forced it in farther. He felt his knees shaking as she sucked him strongly and he knew that if he didn't pull out soon, he would be shooting his load of hot cum down her throat, and he didn't want to do that!

As Pam sucked, her hand moved between her legs and she found her erect clit with the tips of her fingers. She began stroking herself just as the prick in her mouth was suddenly withdrawn and she was dragged to her feet.

"Oh no!" Jed said as he saw her fingers buried in her cunt. "You like that, huh?" and without another word, he spun her around and forced her face down on the desk.

"Wait!" Pam begged as she felt her ass cheeks spread. "Please… not there!"

But Jed was not to be put off. He spit on the head of his prick and grabbed her about the waist and shoved forward with his hips. Pam felt a searing pain in her asshole and she cried out loudly as the thick head of his prick pushed by the first muscle, then was shoved further and further until she thought he would split her wide open. "Uhhhnnnn!" she gagged as he shoved his prick all the way to the hilt in her helpless asshole. "Gunnnh! Ohhhh!" and she heard him laugh cruelly.

"You like to feel your own fingers in your pussy, baby, so you fuck yourself in the cunt while I fuck your asshole!" he told her sharply.

Pam felt him withdraw his prick and ease it forward again, and as the pain began to subside, she felt the heat again between her legs and she raised her body slightly and moved her right hand between her legs. Again she found that turgid little lump of flesh, and she began playing with it as the black man fucked her obscenely in the ass.

Jed felt himself cumming and he knew as tight as her asshole was, be wouldn't be able to hold back. He reached around her lush young body and grasped her tits in both hands and squeezed them tightly as he felt her hand between her legs. He smiled down at her as she lay her head on the hard surface of the desk and closed her eyes, her mouth open wide and her pink tongue licking her lips as he fucked her furiously.

Pam felt his prick swelling and as it began to twitch, she cried out loudly as his hands left her tits, grabbed her naked hips and plunged deeply inside her clenching ass. He shoved forward, burying his prick to the hilt, and just held on as the girl bucked wildly under him, her fingers buried in her sopping cunt.

"Oh!" he cried as the first contraction hit him. "Oh, baby… yessss… tighten that asshole… fuck yourself with your fingers – cum with me… I'm cummmming!"

Pam cried out too, and as she did, she felt her cunt flooded with that beautiful warmth of orgasm as her hand was suddenly soaked with her own juices. "Yessss!" she screamed loudly. "Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me… fuck me… fuck meeee!" And his prick exploded deep inside her bowels and gushed a river of cum into her hot, spasming asshole.

Finally it had passed for them both and Pam felt his prick soften and pop out of her clenching ass obscenely. She gasped for breath and she felt a soft hand on her buttocks, then he rolled down her skirt to cover her nakedness.

"You're good, baby… I've got classes every day but Tuesdays, so if you ever come around again and want some cock… just ask for Jed," and he patted her again and then was gone.

Pam heard the study doors close again and she sobbed deeply in the aftermath of passion as she dragged herself to the toilet and plopped down on the cold seat. She felt his cum ooze out of her tortured asshole, and after she had cleansed herself, she returned to the study to search for her panties. Rut she could find them nowhere and she picked up her purse and book angrily and stormed from the house.

Panties just don't disappear! she told herself as she started the engine of her car and pressed the gas. As she wheeled out of the circular driveway, she glanced to her right to see the old man standing with a pair of hedge clippers in his hands; he waved, and Pam felt her face burn hotly… Old Tom, my ass! she thought, and cut the wheel sharply and headed across town where her next customer awaited delivery from the new Lotus Lady.

CHAPTER THREE

As Pam drove slowly towards her next address, she was struck by the question: Is this all there is? Two days in the field and she had experienced almost as many sexual encounters as she had in her entire lifetime. She had never considered herself naive, but now she was having second thoughts. But having them reinforced a certain image she had of herself – aware, self-assured and capable. So she had been a bit naive with Colonel Mitchum… and come to think of it, with Marge herself. Then, the more recent happening of "Old Tom", and his son Jed. Old Tom who turned out to be an old faker looking for quick sex. Well, she concluded and sighed, once burnt, twice shy. She would damn well be on her toes in the future! If anyone tried to take advantage of her eagerness to please, she would most certainly let them know she was her own person and that she would not be deceived!

Turning onto the wide boulevard, Pam became aware of a sudden tiredness and a peculiar thirst. She had not planned to stop for lunch, but as she glanced at her watch, she saw that it was just a few minutes past noon. If she drove directly to her next appointment, the chances were that she might find the family eating lunch, and she did not want to get off on the wrong foot with any of her customers.

Ahead, she saw a drug store and decided to stop – she had lost her panties and it might not be wise to enter someone's home without underwear… it would be terribly hard to explain if someone were to notice it. Pulling into a parking slot, she rolled up the windows of her Torino, locked the car, and entered the drug store. She found a pair of panties from a rack, paid for them, and walked back to the street. Now she needed somewhere to put them on in private.

Two doors from the drug store, Pam saw the simple sign: BAR amp; GRILL. Fine, she thought, she could have a light lunch, use the restroom, then be on her way! Entering the dim establishment, she was take aback – there didn't seem to be any customers. A lone bartender sat at the far end of the bar watching a small TV, and he turned slowly as she entered.

Slipping onto a stool, Pam inquired about lunch.

"Sorry, honey," the bartender told her, "unless it's liquid I can't help you… closed down the grill a couple of months ago…" He shrugged. "Not enough lunch trade to warrant paying a cook and a waitress."

A bit bewildered, Pam scanned the back bar, then made up her mind: "Well, just a drink then… something with vodka in it."

"Sure," he said, and winked as he turned and began mixing her a drink in a tall glass. As he did, Pam slipped off the stool and walked briskly to the women's restroom where she removed the cellophane from the package and slipped into the briefs. She felt far more comfortable and secure now that she was fully clothed – or nearly so; she had only been going braless since she had taken the job with Lotus – the sales manager had made the insinuation that girls who sold exotic Lotus Products should be just a bit exotic and liberated themselves. It had not gone without notice, for the next day, four of the six new Lotus Ladies had shown up braless with skirts that seemed daringly short.

Back at the bar, Pam noticed that the bartender had set her drink at the near end, rather than the place she had been sitting. He was just being friendly, she thought absently as she slipped onto the stool and smiled. She tasted her drink and found it both pleasant and thirst-quenching. "Ummmm… what is it?" she inquired as she reached for a bill from her purse.

"It's on the house, that's what it is," he said, smiling, then added, "Not too often I have a pretty girl like you all to myself without a dozen wolves trying to score for a quick lay…"

Pam felt her cheeks color at the man's candor, but she nodded and accepted the compliment with the drink and told him, "It is delicious, how is it made?"

He chuckled. "Sort of like a woman…" and he caught her quizzical look as he went on, "There's ice to make it cold, vodka to make it hot… lemon to make it sour, sugar to make it sweet… it's designed to fill a need, but in each case, the person who drinks one has a different need." He shrugged. "Just like a woman."

Pam giggled at his philosophical explanation, then asked, "What do you call it?"

"I call it a Norman Normal…" He extended his hand. "I'm Norman."

Pam accepted his hand and his light manner as the alcohol began coursing through her body and she felt an unusual warmth in the pit of her stomach. "Well, Norman – are you normal?"

He laughed loudly. "Damned if I know – I like kids and cars and tending bar. I like girls… and especially pretty blondes who come in around this time of day…" He shrugged again and wrinkled his brow reflectively. "Except my girl thinks I'm a little kinky when it comes to sex."

Pam leaned forward as he spoke; she liked him and she was intrigued by his last statement. She really didn't know kinky sex from straight sex, and at that moment, a definition was preferable to an explanation, so she asked him, "How kinky?"

Norman looked around a bit apprehensively, then dropped his eyes. He hesitated, then asked, "You're really interested?"

"Uh-huh," she said, and nodded, her head. "Really."

"Well, that's a switch – I usually have to stand here and listen to my customers. They seem to think I'm some kind of a psychologist… none of them ever seem interested in my problems…" and he dropped his eyes again.

Pam drained her glass, and without questioning, Norman lifted the shaker and refilled it for her. She patted his hand and said in an understanding tone, "Well, I'm interested!"

"I have a fetish…" he confessed, and leaned closer to her across the bar. "A… a…" He shook his head. "I can't say it."

"Please… you wont shock me, I promise," Pam told him, crossing her heart. Then she lifted her glass again; the warmth had spread to her thighs and lower legs and she was suddenly relaxed.

"Well… it's a… a foot fetish."

"A foot fetish…" she repeated, and blinked. "Ummm, what exactly is a foot fetish?"

"Sure I won't embarrass you?"

She shook her head and he lifted the partition that separated the bar from the lounge area; as he stepped around, he glanced at her crossed legs, smooth and full, and he licked his lips.

"Well, the simple truth of the matter is that I'm aroused by women's feet… I… ah… I can actually get off just looking at them… touching them… Jesus, to touch them is beautiful… but the greatest thing of all is to… to…"

"Yes?" she asked with interest.

"To kiss them! To put them on my face, to lick them… to love them!"

Pam blinked at the intensity of his words and she felt a deep sympathy for this poor man who no one seemed to understand. "Ummm… won't your girl friend let you… ah, love her feet?"

He shook his head abjectly. "She tells me I'm perverted."

"Oh, poor Norman," she said, and placed a hand on his cheek. Then the thought struck her – his was a harmless compulsion and yet it seemed to mean so much to him. They were absolutely alone in the dim bar, and sitting there at the end away from the door, someone could walk in and still not see them situated as they were. "Norman," she said seriously, "I… that is, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to touch my feet… if it would help you…" and as she said it she realized just how lightheaded the two drinks had made her.

Licking his lips, the bartender looked down at her lovely legs, then let the gaze rise to her plump little ass perched on the round stool, then to her tits, just the thickness of her blouse away. "You wouldn't mind… really?"

"Really," she replied, and as if to prove her point, she kicked off her pumps and uncrossed her legs.

Norman looked down at them, then raised his eyes slowly as he drank in the lush curves of her body. "NO," he said emphatically.

"But why?" she asked, overcome with the desire to help this poor man who had been so honest with her, had shared a deep secret at the cost of his own embarrassment.

He shook his head. "It wouldn't be fair to you, unless I could make you feel as good as it will make me feel, I simply wouldn't consider it."

Pam didn't quite understand the meaning of his words and she shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. "But… but you could do that too… I suppose… if it means that much to you."

"God!" he exclaimed, and moved in behind her to slip his arms about her slender waist. She felt herself lifted off the stool, and as her bare feet touched the carpeted floor, he told her, "It's the only way I'll consent to it… but if you insist…" and before she could reply, she felt his hands encircle her and cup her tits through the thin material of her blouse. She gasped as he moved his body against hers and she felt the bulge in his trousers as it was pressed against her ass. Then his hands moved down her sides, lifted the hem of her short skirt, and as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties, the thought came to her: I'm glad I had the foresight to buy a pair!

Of course, he was just going to touch her a bit to let her know that he wasn't totally one-way in fulfilling his own need, and that thought moved her deeply as she felt her panties drawn down past her knees, then removed altogether as he lifted one foot and then the other and planted a soft, warm kiss on the sole of her right foot. She knew how embarrassed he must be and she felt a sudden surge of anger for his girl friend – he was such a warm, honest man – how could any girl reject him simply because he liked something she could not understand?

Then Pam heard Norman pull down the zipper of his trousers and bend her forward until she was pressed against the bar stool, and leaning on the bar top. He spread her legs slightly, then she felt the head of his hot prick as it slid between her legs and nudged the lips of her pussy.

"Norman?" she asked apprehensively. "Norman!" and she felt him lunge forward as his prick slipped into her cunt and was buried to the hilt. "Arrgghhh! Ohhhh!" she gasped as he moved his hips against her naked ass and gripped her hips in both hands as he withdrew his prick almost to its full length, then plunged again. "Norm… Norman… Jesus… Norman! You didn't have to… you didn't… ohhhh… Jesus… yessss!" she moaned as her own passions took over and she felt his huge prick sliding in and out of her cunt as his hands clutched her tightly. She felt herself cumming and she gripped the edge of the bar as he panted breathlessly behind her.

"Jesus, lady… you've got a tight pussy… so good… so fucking good… I… I hope you're enjoying this… I… I think I'm gonna cum… I… holy shit!" he said loudly.

Pam closed her eyes in ecstasy as his prick was shoved deep into her cunt and she felt it explode there to shoot a great gush of hot semen into her womb. She cried out as her own orgasm took her and shook her violently. She bit her lip and held onto the edge of the bar as his ramrodding prick lifted her feet from the floor and the breath was knocked from her lungs. Then she felt his prick twitch a last time as he gasped for breath and she let out a low moan as the wave of her passion subsided and left her just a little dizzy.

She felt him thrust one last time, then he withdrew his prick from her sucking cunt and her feet regained the floor as he reached for the bar towel and used it thoughtfully to wipe between her legs. She stood on her tiptoes as he wiped her clean, then patted her lovingly on her ass and pulled down her skirt.

"Ummmmm… aren't you going to… I mean my feet?" she questioned as he lit a cigarette and tossed the bar towel into a basket behind the bar.

He smiled at her and then knelt down. One after the other, he lifted her tiny feet to his mouth, kissed them tenderly, then slipped her pumps back on. "Thank you," he said sincerely, "you'll never know how much that meant to me."

Pam blinked. She seemed to have missed something, but if he was satisfied… She smiled at him as he drained the shaker into her glass – he was such a generous man. As she drank the last of her drink and another customer came in, Norman leaned across the bar and whispered, "You're just too precious for words," and he walked toward the other end of the bar as the man there waved and called out to him.

Pam picked up her purse and moved unsteadily off the stool. The fierce sex and the alcohol had taken their toll on her, and as she walked toward the door, it took her several steps to regain her composure. As she reached the door, she heard Norman call out to her, "Come again, Miss…"

As the bright sunlight blinded her, Pam narrowed her eyes and tried to make out the time on her watch. Finally, she made it out and walked briskly to her car. She unlocked the door, rolled down the windows and sat heavily in the seat. As she did, she felt as though something were amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She shrugged, then turned the key in the ignition. She pulled from the parking space and resumed her drive to her next customer.

Pam pulled up and parked before the comfortable brick home. She read the name again on the sales slip and she smiled. Mrs. Elsa Bragg. Well, Mrs. Bragg, she thought as she climbed out of the car, get ready – here comes the Lotus Lady! Pam walked to the back of the car, unlocked the trunk, and as she leaned forward to retrieve the packages marked for Mrs. Bragg, she felt a light breeze lift her skirt and waft across her bar ass – and she realized what it was that had been bothering her since she had left the bar! She had lost another pair of panties!

"Damn!" she swore as she removed the packages, balanced them in one arm and slammed the trunk of her car. Well, she thought absently, some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed! And off she went up the narrow walk to the front door of the Bragg home. She rang the bell and called out, "Lotus calling!" and she waited.

The third time she rang the bell, she was filled with a disparaging feeling that Mrs. Bragg just might not be home. She was about to turn and walk away when the door swung open and a young man asked her, "Can I help you, ma'am? My mother's not home right now."

Pam looked at the man; he was attractive in a youthful manner and the open expression on his face bespoke of a proper upbringing and a happy home life. "Ummmm, my name's Pam Drum… I'm with Lotus Products – I have some things for your mother."

"Oh, swell," he said, smiling, then reached out and relieved her of her burden. "Mom's been expecting these… ah, where's Marge?"

The young man's familiarity with Marge Townsend's first name made her feel comfortable – evidently the Braggs did not stand on formality. "I'm going to be handling things in Marge's place from now on," she said, smiling, and followed the young man into the house.

He stopped and turned, then he set the packages on a hall table and look her up and down. "Really?" he said, and smiled broadly. "Everything?"

"Why certainly…" She replied, and felt just a little uncomfortable with his searching gaze.

"Far fucking out!" he exclaimed, and reached out and pulled her to him.

It all happened so quickly that Pam did not have the opportunity to resist. She felt herself smothered in the man's arms – and his strength surprised her. He closed his mouth over hers and as his tongue pushed through her lips, she was astounded at the liberty the boy was taking with her.

Jesus, she thought, Marge had really built up a following! Then Pam squealed as she felt the boy lift her short skirt and fondle her naked ass.

"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed. "You sure as shit came ready!" and before she could answer, he pulled her by the arm and led her down the hallway, shoved open the door of the bedroom and pulled her inside. She blinked as she looked around: there was a huge water bed in the center of the room that was covered in a soft velvet coverlet – it was a bright red. The bed was the only piece of furniture in the room, and as she looked around to see what else the room might be used for, she was startled – the boy stood beside her stark naked.

"Wait a minute!" she protested. "I don't think we understand each other. A… ummmm, I mean there's been a misunder…" The young man cut off her words with his mouth as he pulled her to him. She struggled against him ineffectually, and as she fought to free her hands, she felt his stiff, hot prick insinuate itself between her legs beneath her skirt.

"But… but you're too young for me!" she cried as he unfastened the catch at her waist, then pulled down on her skirt.

"Jumpin' Jesus!" he said, and whistled. "Will you get a load of that snatch! A real fucking blonde!"

Pam tried to cover her nakedness, but as she did, he turned her around, slapped her sharply on her bare ass and begin unbuttoning her blouse. In less than thirty seconds, she was standing completely naked except for her high heels.

"This… this isn't natural…" she said nervously as the he rubbed the head of his prick over her ass and reached around to cup her tits firmly in his strong young hands.

"What's unnatural about it? You're a girl and I'm a boy…"

"But… but you're so young!"

He laughed. "Uh-huh… that's what my sister says everytime I ball her and make it good!"

Jesus! Pam thought. He had just confessed to incest! And her mind reeled at the enormity of it… first a foot fetishist, now this! "But… but surely you're not serious," she said as he ran his hand flat over her belly and let his fingers play with her soft blonde pubic bush. "I mean surely you don't… I mean, your sister!"

He laughed again as he forced a finger into her cunt and stroked it in and out lightly as he rubbed her thighs and asscheeks with the velvet head of his throbbing prick. "You mean, fuck her? Yes! And I eat her pussy, too… and fuck her in the ass when she'll let me… and she sucks my cock – wow! Sis is some kind of cocksucker!"

"Ohhhh, my!" Pam said in a shocked tone. "How… how old is your sister?"

"A year younger than me," and he licked her earlobe to send an electric chill through her body.

My God! she thought desperately. Had Marge nothing but sexually promiscuous people on her route? Had she nothing but those kind of people on her route!

"And if you'll let me, Pam," the boy whispered softly as he finger-fucked her lewdly and rubbed his hand over her stiffening nipples, "I'd like to give you some head… then fuck you in the mouth!"

Pam heard the words, but she didn't quite believe her own ears. Perhaps the boy was retarded – perhaps he was dangerous… and if that was so, then shouldn't she humor him? She really couldn't believe the boy's words about… about… doing all those things to his own sister – why, that was against the law!

"Ummmm, wh-what time do you expect your mother home?" she asked a bit nervously as she felt her body responding to his sensuous manipulations.

"Not until around six… she plays bridge almost every afternoon and I think they're having a tournament or something."

Reaching behind her, Pam took hold of his thick, throbbing prick and stroked it gently and rubbed it between her legs as she answered, "Well, if you really want to do those things… I don't suppose it would hurt…" and as she spoke, her words trailed off – his finger had parted the pink folds of her cunt lips and found her clit slick and erect. She moaned and bunched her ass to him as his prick slid between her ass cheeks and she ran her other hand up his smooth thigh.

"Ohhh… that feels so good… rub it like that… yessss, rub it until I have a little cum, that feels so good… ah… what's your name?"

The boy smiled and kissed her neck, then ran his tongue down her shoulder to send new thrills through her body, then he told her, "Dennis… but you can call me Denny if you like."

"Ummm, Denny… Den… ny… Jesus, rub it!" she cried out, and bucked obscenely against his hand as she covered it with hers and directed his fingers to that special spot of hers. She moaned and pushed against him, then dropped her head and licked his arm. Her orgasm exploded inside her and she closed her eyes tightly as a thousand stars blinded her and left her shaken and weak.

The boy supported her as she sagged in his arms, then led her gently to the bed and sat her down. The motion of the water mattress sent waves of sensation up her lower back and through her shoulders as the boy took hold of her head, leaned over and kissed her fully on the mouth.

As he pulled his lips from hers, he told her, "Now you do me, Pam… let me cum in your mouth… let me shoot my load all down your throat and over your tongue – let me see me shoot off all over your lips…" and he straightened then and offered her his manlike phallus.

She reached up and wrapped her fingers around its thick base, and with her other hand, she reached around him and drew him closer. She opened her mouth, and as she stuck out her tongue to lick the throbbing velvet head, the boy muttered, "Jesus… what a beautiful mouth… suck me, baby suck me off!" and he thrust his hips forward to bury his prick in her hot mouth.

Pam gagged, then adjusted to his length as she laved him wetly with her tongue and drew her lips back over her teeth as he shoved his prick deeper into her throat.

"Ohhhh… ohhhh, God, but that's good!" he exclaimed, and suddenly he pulled his prick out of her mouth. "Deep throat… do it like Linda does it!" he told her, spun her around, and before she knew it, she was lying flat on the bed with her head hanging over the side and the boy was hunching over her, his prick positioned directly before her mouth.

"Easy…" he cautioned as be moved forward and the head of his prick slipped between her lips. He leaned forward and rested his weight on the bed and it set up a swinging motion, beneath Pam's body.

Gently, she felt herself being rocked back and forth, and the feeling was totally sensual as she reached around and grabbed the cheeks of the boy's ass and pulled him deeper.

"Ugggghhhnnn!" he gasped as his cock slid into her mouth and down her throat. He leaned over her wide-eyed and looked down the length of his body to see his prick swallowed all the way to its base, Pam's pert nose buried in the dark bush of his pubic hair. "My fucking God!" he exclaimed.

Pam took the length of the boy's prick into her mouth, and as she felt her throat muscles relax, she pulled him further into her. She felt the bulbous head of his prick brush the roof of her mouth and her palate, then it slid into that tight opening of her throat and a sudden thrill went through her as she realized she was not going to choke and that she had his hot prick all the way down her throat.

Rather than pull off, Pam lay then and merely worked her throat muscles in a semblance of swallowing, and as she did, her throat contracted and expanded against his throbbing hot flesh. She reveled in the feeling and she knew that the mere idea of sucking this young boy off like this was going to drive her right up the wall – she wanted to feel his hot cum in her throat and she wanted to be aware as she swallowed and milked his prick dry without actually sucking him.

Denny moaned over her and was only dimly aware as the door behind him opened and he heard a soft feminine voice exclaim, "Holy fuck!" He turned his head slowly and saw his sister standing there, her mouth agape.

"Uhhh… huuuuh!" he moaned, and resumed watching the woman's throat as it swallowed with his prick deep inside it.

"You are gonna get it for this, Denny Bragg!" she told him sharply. "You know we're not supposed to use the play room when the folks aren't here!"

"Go… go fuck yourself… this is the new Lotus… uhhh… Lotus Lady… Pam… Pam fucking Drum… and can she suck cock!"

Fascinated, the girl moved around and saw her brother's long prick buried in the woman's mouth, and as she watched the muscles of Pam's throat contracting, she swallowed thickly and moved her hand to her own throat.

"Wow!" she exclaimed, then looked down at Pam's lush body, stretched out naked on the water bed. She moved around to the other side of the bed and gazed down at the woman's widespread legs and the pink cunt lips fringed with light-blonde hair. "Golly – she's a real blonde!" the girl exclaimed.

Denny looked up and smiled as his sister pulled her sweatshirt over her head, flipped her pigtails over her shoulders and unbuttoned her shorts to let them fall to her feet.

Pam heard the voice, and at first she thought it was Denny talking to her… but then she sensed the presence of another person in the room, but there was no panic – the alcohol she had consumed just a short time before had taken the edge off her nerves, and when Denny didn't jump up and run as the result of someone walking in, she continued the manipulations of her throat with his prick throbbing hotly inside, her mouth opened wide to accommodate the thickness of his prick.

Then she felt soft, warm hands on her thighs and she knew that whoever was in the room did not disapprove of her treatment of Denny. Then a soft young body stretched itself between her legs and set up a new swaying motion beneath her. She felt the hands stretch up her inner thighs, spread the puffed lips of her pussy and rub them gently. She thrust her hips upward and it caused the water to shift – Denny's prick was pulled from her throat and she felt a sudden loss, but immediately he shoved downward with his hips and she felt his stiff prick slide easily down her throat again. Again it was pulled out, and again it was thrust deeply, and the back-and-forth motion was causing the boy to writhe in pleasure above her.

Then she felt something wet on the outer lips of her cunt and a soft face nuzzled between her thighs. She tried to move her hips upward to the hot mouth, but the water moved again and she found herself on a sea of velvet, prick buried deep in her throat and a hot, sucking mouth on her pussy.

"Oh God… Jesus, Mother!" Denny exclaimed, and fell forward as he felt himself coming. His action drove his prick all the way to the hilt, and he felt Pam's nose press against his pubic mound. "Shit… fuck… suck! Suck me… I'm cummin'… I'm gonna blow my nuts… I wanna watch… lemmmeeee… watch!" he cried as the dam broke and his scalding cum gushed from the head of his young prick to splash against the walls of Pam's throat.

Pam felt his prick begin to spasm and she held on tightly to his ass cheeks as he bucked above her. As the boy's prick erupted, she raised her legs and shoved her pussy upward into the sucking mouth with the tongue that had shoved itself deep into the folds of her cunt. She felt herself cumming and she clawed the cheeks of Denny's ass as he spurted time and time again and she closed her throat tightly about his twitching prick.

When her orgasm came, it was total. She arched her back and cried out as Denny's prick was pulled from her throat and mouth. She raised up to see the body of a tiny red-haired girl between her legs. Her hands were under Pam's ass and she worked her face furiously as she lapped the older woman's cunt.

"Ohhhh… uhhhnnnn… yesssss… suck me… suck me off… use your tongue… tonguefuck me, you beautiful child… suck my cunt… I… oh… ohhhh fuck!"

And she shuddered and fell back heavily as her breath came in bursts and she felt that last great wave break over her lusting body. She lay there quietly for a long time after the sensations had passed and she felt the girl raise from between her legs and move slowly up her body. She licked Pam's stomach, then her small mouth closed over one nipple and then the other as Pam drifted dreamily in her euphoria of pleasure.

The girl crawled all the way up and lifted Pam's head to kiss her boldly on the lips. Pam opened her mouth as the girl's tiny tongue entered and teased her own. She wrapped her arms about her and cupped her little ass, then found the stiff nipple of a budding breast. God, she thought wildly, she was so young!

As their lips parted, the girl kissed the tip of Pam's nose and told her, "You sure have a nice pussy, lady… what's your name?"

"Pam…" she answered a bit breathlessly as the young girl fondled her tits.

"My name's Doris… they call me Dotty…" She kissed Pam again, then asked, "Would… would you give me some head… ah, like you gave Denny… you know, let me sit on your face?"

The girl shocked Pam with her obscene words, but she relaxed as she felt the afterglow of the orgasm the young lady had brought about with her mouth. Pam kissed her again and nodded.

Dotty got up from the bed and moved over Pam's head. She smiled down as she positioned her pussy over the woman's face, then very slowly, she sat down. Pam's head was trapped between the girl's slender thighs, and she was able to look straight up into her pretty face as she opened her mouth and began sucking the delightfully young and tender cunt.

Beside them, Denny sat up and set the bed in motion. He saw his sister getting her pussy sucked, and immediately his prick stiffened. He climbed across Pam's outstretched body and lifted her knees as he positoned himself between her legs. He moved her knees forward until they mashed down on her tits, then he shoved the head of his hot young cock into her widespread cunt.

Pam felt him enter her and she groaned in pleasure as his prick slid into the slick sheath of her vagina and the muscles there clasped it just as the muscles of her throat had. Above her, Dotty had her head thrown back in ecstasy as she ground her hips downward as Pam sucked her cunt. She found the tiny clit and teased it as her nose was buried in the fine, red fuzz of the girl's pubic growth. She inhaled deeply and felt a deep stirring in her body as the girl cried out.

"Oh, Momma… yes, suck my pussy good… use your tongue… make me cum… just like I did you… make me cum good!" and she gasped then as the door was opened quickly and she gripped the sides of Pam's head tightly. Dotty looked tip wide-eyed to see her father standing there, his hands on his hips, a fierce expression on his face.

"Daddy!" the girl exclaimed, and Pam felt the bottom drop out of her world – how on earth was she going to explain this? She would be sent to jail, she'd lose her job, why her very reputation was mined! She looked up in horror as the man entered the room, and looking at him upside down as she was, he looked twice as big and twice as angry. She saw his lips move, but she couldn't hear a word he was saying due to the fact that Dotty's thighs were pressed tightly against her ears.

"What the fuck do you two think you're doing?" the man demanded angrily.

"Oh, Daddy… don't be mad at us… this is the new Lotus Lady…" and as she spoke she reached out and pulled down on the zipper of her father's pants. He did not resist, for as he saw his son's prick sliding in and out of the woman's lewdly exposed pussy and his daughter sitting on her face, he raised an immediate hard-on.

"You kids!" he swore. "You know your mother and I don't like for you to fuck around when we're not home." He smiled as his daughter pulled his prick free and leaned forward to kiss its swollen head. "Besides… we don't like to get left out of the action."

Pam looked up horrified as the man moved close to them – she fully expected him to slap the girl off of her, then give her a terrible beating – one which she fully deserved. But then, from her upside-down position, she saw Dotty's hands reach out and pull her father's prick from his pants. Then, to her further surprise, the man allowed the girl to take his prick into her young, innocent mouth.

Confused and still frightened, Pam watched in awe as the young girl took more and more of her father's bulging cock into her young mouth. She was astounded as the girl leaned forward and the man placed his hands on her shoulders to steady her and he began an obscene fucking motion, his prick sliding in and out of the girl's ovaled mouth.

Then Pam became aware again as Denny pumped his load into her aching cunt and he shoved her knees painfully against her tits, almost doubling her as his prick was driven to the hilt inside her spasming cunt.

Just then, Dotty wiggled above her and Pam felt her face flooded with the girl's juices. She sucked furiously as the Dotty writhed in orgasm and sucked her father's prick all the way to its thick base.

The girl's legs spread then and she heard the man cry out, "Ummmm! God, baby… suck your daddy's dick… take it all! Suck it, honey… I'm cumming… I'm cum – arggghhhgaaaa!" and Pam watched in amazement as the girl gulped down her father's hot cum and shivered above her. She watched as a small bit of the white semen escaped the girl's lips and dribbled thickly from the corner of her mouth to run to her chin.

Pam chilled strongly as Denny thrust one last time, then released her legs and rolled to one side. She looked up again as the man withdrew his softening prick from the girl's wet mouth. He leaned down, kissed her fully on the mouth, then he smiled as he lifted the tiny girl from Pam's head; he kneeled down beside the bed and kissed Pam fully, then he reached down, fondled her tits and shook his head.

"Don't even try to explain, Miss… these two kids pretty much get what they want around this house," he chuckled, "and I'm just a little sorry I let Dotty suck me off, damnit! I couldn't possibly fuck you and have anything left for my wife tonight – and she wouldn't like that… neither would she like knowing that she got left out of the action with our new Lotus Lady. Think you could come back by on Saturday evening? We've got a little party planned… some friends with two teenaged twin girls… same age as Dotty," and he smiled at her stunned look.

A short time later as Pam drove slowly toward her own apartment, she shook her head at the wonder of it all – but at least she hadn't lost a pair of panties at the Braggs! she told herself, and wiggled her bare ass against the smooth fabric of the car seat.

She sighed as she glanced at her order book – she still had one more order to deliver before she could call it a day… the address was near her own, but she had noticed that the delivery receipt read: "Anytime after seven."

Well, she would have time for a nice hot bath, a change of clothing, then a light supper. She wondered what the customer would be like as she read the name: A. Donovan… Alice, Ann, Amy, Abby? Well, she concluded as her apartment building came into view, she'd soon know for sure!

CHAPTER FOUR

Pam lay in the hot tub luxuriating in its warmth as she sipped a highball. Her mind had finally cleared following the day's events and as she lay there thinking about them, she realized her life suddenly had purpose – far more than ever before… and she owed it all to Lotus. Her mood was quite different than it had been that morning; angry, disgusted and just a little disappointed in her job, she had been on the verge of quitting… but following the incident with the man in the bar, then that perfectly liberated family, she was beginning to have second thoughts – about the job, and most importantly, about herself.

She had never really been a prude about sex, but what she had learned had been garnered the hard way – and there were a great many questions left unanswered for her as she reached adulthood. Too damn many! she thought as she drained her glass – the second since coming home – and slipped down into the warm water as the alcohol relaxed her muscles and her nerves. Perhaps there were still things she didn't know and understand, but she wasn't going to let them bother her. She was determined to become a successful Lotus Lady, and if that meant having occasional sex with a lonely customer, then she would do it!

Running her fingers over her breasts and touching the oversensitive nipples, Pam thought about the incidents of the past two days. They had all been exciting and each in its own way, fulfilling. Massaging her breasts as she thought about each of the encounters, she felt her nipples stiffening and she swallowed as she licked her lips, wondering what on earth had come over her. Was it the sudden immersion into illicit sex? Or was it simply that her sex-starved young body was no longer content with occasional masturbation?

As she wondered, her right hand moved over her wet belly, dipped beneath the warm water and came to rest on her cunt. The hair was thick and golden and she ran her fingers through it as she began to slip into her favorite fantasy… It was the old one – the one she had begun having after a friend of hers had shown her some brief passages from "The Story of O".

As her fingers strayed into the wet warmth of her pussy, Pam closed her eyes and was immediately transported to a fabulous yacht somewhere on blue coral seas. She was lying in the sun on the foredeck and behind her she could hear men talking. Her lover was there, and though she could never really put a face to him, she knew what the rest of him looked like.

Sleepily, she felt the boat rocking gently beneath her as the men's conversation turned to her – and here she always experienced a momentary flutter of panic in her stomach as she realized what they were talking about. Then her lover joined her, kneeled down beside her, and as he stroked her golden head in the sunshine, he whispered, "If you love me, you'll do as I ask you, Pam…" and as always, she rolled to her back, extended her arms, then kissed him fully and agreed to anything that would make him happy.

Then he helped her to her feet and she was led to the main cabin where five other men – business associates of her lover – waited. Apprehension soon turned to excitement as Pam felt the leather collar slipped about her slender neck. She was hooked then to a ring that was attached to the ship's mast where it seemed to grow through the deck of the ship, out through the roof of the cabin to hold the ship's sails.

She could see the heavy grain of the wood and its touch was cool to her cheek as she felt a blindfold slipped about her face. Then, very slowly, someone slipped the knot of her bikini top and as she felt her breasts fall free of the restricting material she heard the men gasp at her beauty.

Slowly, a pair of hands edged down her naked back to peel the narrow strip of cloth from her body until she stood vibrant and naked before the eyes of six men. She felt herself turned then and as the cool wood of the mast was pressed against her back. A man spread her legs gently and she felt his rough cheeks push between her thighs. Then there was a mouth on hers, and two more on her tits… sucking, laying and sending electric chills through her entire body.

In her hands, she held hot, throbbing pricks, and she could feel other hands as they explored her defenseless body… a mouth at her asshole as her hips were pulled away from the mast and the tight collar tugged at her slender throat. Hands, pricks, mouths… all over her body.

Then the mouth on her pussy was gone and it was replaced by a stiff prick… shoving deeply inside her as she cried out in pleasure, and the mouth at her asshole was gone – to be replaced by another prick… and as she erupted in a gigantic orgasm, the pricks in her hands erupted too, and she could feel the hot semen as it filled her palms and splashed against her legs to run down her silken thighs. Inside her, the two pricks erupted simultaneously, and she was carried to a sensual height that could only be accomplished by the use of so many spurting pricks… all directed toward her.

In her heavenly anguish, Pam cried out loudly as her fingers slipped in and out of her cunt and she arched her back out of the water, her other hand squeezing first one tit and then the other as the reality of orgasm brought her out of her fantasy.

She lay there sobbing heavily as the hot water closed over her trembling body again and she shook her head to clear her thoughts. Ashamedly then, she reached for the sponge and soap and resumed her bath, not thinking of what she had just done to herself, concentrating only on the fact that she had a seven p.m. appointment and that the person, A. Donovan, would be expecting her.

Fortifying herself with one more drink as she dressed to go out, she realized she had not eaten a single bite all day. But she dismissed it – she had been on a low-calorie diet for the past two weeks, for her thighs had seemed a little thick and she had noticed her skirts were beginning to fit a little snugly. She decided to stop for a salad following her last appointment and she drained her glass to survey herself in the vanity mirror.

She had chosen a chic two-piece ensemble; powder blue to accentuate her blonde hair and blue eyes, it was a sheer polyester halter-top dress with a fully exposed back. The short jacket fit snugly and broke in the front over her full, ripe breasts that were unhampered by a bra. She slipped into a pair of matching bate bikini panties, then pulled on a pair of high heels, only a shade darker than her outfit.

As she set her glass on the sink, she glanced toward the bottle of vodka and decided on just one more before leaving – it would numb the gnawing hunger in her stomach and ease her nerves a bit – and she was experiencing nervousness as she prepared to leave. Quickly, she downed a double, then searched in her purse for the breath mints – she knew that vodka had little, if any smell, but she wanted to be sure – the Donovan order was a large one and she certainly didn't want to win a sale or lose a customer!

Pam drove the short distance to the address in her receipt book and found the luxurious apartment complex where A. Donovan lived. She was surprised by the name of the place: "Tres Swing", but as she parked her car, she realized that most of the new luxury apartments were taking on daring names these days.

Carefully, Pam locked her car and opened the trunk. She filled her arms with the packages, then made her way from the parking lot, through a stone archway and found the directory: Apartment 10-C. Pam checked the guide and found she was only a short distance from the apartment. She walked briskly through the lighted area of the complex, found the Japanese garden, and crossed over a small bridge to find the large red door of 10-C just beyond. She was very impressed by the seeming size of the apartments and the way they were situated; no one's door opened onto another apartment and their entrances seemed semiprivate. There was a small bronze dragon set in the center of the door and Pam saw that there was a small button there. She pressed it and stood back, hoping she wasn't too early – her appointment was for any time after seven and it was just a few minutes past.

The door opened in and Pam blinked as a handsome young man wearing a short red robe stood smiling down at her. She felt her face flush as her eyes were drawn to his legs – it seemed they were bare beneath the robe that covered only the upper portions of his thighs. "Ummmm… Lotus calling…" she said in a tiny voice.

"Hey!" the man exclaimed, reached out and took the packages from her. "You're new!" He smiled broadly as Pam entered the lavish apartment and he introduced himself: "Alex Donovan… are you a friend of Marge's?"

She blushed again and nodded. "Sort of… I'm her replacement – she's leaving Lotus. I'm Pam… Pam Drum."

"That's great… come on in and I'll write you a check for these things… do you have your order book with you?"

"Ummm, yes I do, Mr. Donovan…" she said breathlessly as she followed him into a sunken living room decorated in sensual modern; there was no conventional furniture in the entire room, save for a desk set in a raised alcove in the far wall. Great furry pillows were everywhere, and low tables, usually associated with a Japanese tea-house, were set at random throughout the room. The decor, however, was not Oriental. The hues were soft and ranged from pale orange to buff to a deep brown carpet that covered the floor. She looked about as the man led her to the alcove, set the packages aside and smiled.

"Come on now, let's not be so formal… call me Alex – I'll call you Pam if you don't mind…"

"Ummm… of course not, Alex," she said, blushing as he seated himself at the desk and flipped open a large check book.

"How much do I owe you for these things, Pam?" he asked warmly.

She flipped open her receipt book and told him, "Eighty-two-thirty… I can itemize if you like."

He waved a hand. "That's not necessary – I've been using Lotus for two years and I've never been dissatisfied…" he said, quickly filling in the amount and tearing the check from his book. Pam gave him a signed receipt, then placed the check in her book and opened her order book along with the summer special catalog.

"It would be easier if I knew what you were interested in, Alex…" she said as she turned to the section for men.

He looked up at her and openly admired the young blonde. Jesus! he thought. If she knew what he was interested in, she'd have him arrested! Then he said, "Listen… you can save us both a lot of time and effort if you'll just order for me – one each, everything – for the man who has everything!" and he laughed as a door across the room opened and two other young men entered from a room beyond. Pam caught her breath: they were both wearing robes identical to the one her customer was wearing. "Hey, you two… say hello to Pam Drum – new Lotus Lady! Marge's replacement!" He placed a great deal of emphasis on the word "replacement".

Pam smiled nervously as the two men approached: one was short and dark-complected and he looked quite athletic. The other was as tall as Alex, but quite fair – his hair almost as blond as Pam's. She nodded to them both.

"Pam, these are friends of mine – good friends. Marc there is the short one and Eric's the tall Nordic type," he laughed. "When you make that order, just order for three… can do?"

"But… but… one of everything?" she asked in a bewildered tone.

"Times three," he told her, then spoke to Eric: "Make the lady a drink, pal… where's your manners?" He looked up at Pam. "You will have a drink with us, won't you? I'd be terribly hurt if you refused."

She shook her head – three of everything on the summer special – God, she thought, that would run several hundred dollars… and her commission…

"Well?" she heard him saying.

"Ummm, yes… just a small one."

"One small drink coming up," Eric said, and sauntered to a near wall where he pressed a button. Pam looked in amazement as a section of the wall slid aside revealing a well-stocked wet bar built into the wall.

"That's clever!" she exclaimed, and closed her book as Alex stood and led her to the center of the room where a great pile of cushions sat invitingly.

"Do something with those damn lights," Alex remarked to Marc as they sat. Pam eased herself down on the furry things and found them absolutely sensuous to the touch. She watched as Marc crossed the room, touched a dial, and immediately the lights were dimmed and took on a slightly golden glow. Marc joined them then, followed by Eric, who held out a slender crystal glass to Pam. It held a faintly milky liquid, and as she accepted it, she caught the faint aroma of licorice.

Tasting her drink, she noticed the others were drinking the same thing, but from larger glasses. It was sweet to the taste, but as it touched her throat, it suddenly made her feel as though she was on fire! She coughed and set the glass down as Alex laughed and slapped her lightly on the back as the other two men looked on in amused silence. As she came up for air and wiped the tears from her eyes, she asked, "Wh-what on earth is it?"

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.

"Ohhh…" she murmured as he came down atop her.

But he was not brutal, only gentle, and she felt him kissing the distended nipples of her tits as he propped her ass up with a small pillow, then lowered himself between her lewdly splayed thighs. His mouth found hers then and as he sucked on her tiny pink tongue, she felt his thick prick nudge its way past the puffed and swollen lips of her pussy. Finally he was in, and she relaxed as he kissed her, then licked her throat and ears and found her mouth again with his.

Beneath her, she felt something probe her asshole, and as she realized what it was, she shuddered deeply. The vibrator slipped into her ass easily and filled the vacancy left by Alex's spurting cock. She felt it go deeper than the man's prick had been, then suddenly it was on and the waves of pleasure that shot through her ass and cunt were indescribable!

She wanted Marc to fuck her with that heavy prick of his, and as she hunched beneath him and attempted to wrap her legs about his waist, he bit her lip and shook his head. "Just lay still… don't move a muscle… don't move at all!"

Pam lay there as the electric waves coursed through her lusting young body and she felt Marc's hands close around her full, ripe tits as the cock in her cunt throbbed heavily and the pricklike thing buried in her asshole did its job.

Pam's body began to quiver then, and she felt another orgasm approaching. It was not unlike the last, yet it seemed far more satisfying with a real prick in her cunt. She sucked strongly on Marc's tongue as he rolled her nipples around on his palms and she felt his ass quiver as she stroked it gently with both of her hands.

She began to sob then as she felt the wave coming, and she knew she would lose consciousness this time. Above her, Marc opened his mouth and arched his neck; the muscles of his throat strained and knotted and Pam fought for breath as her body convulsed in a wild parody of death and she felt as though she had been suddenly immersed in a tub of hot oil as Marc's prick shot gob after gob of hot cum deep into her cunt and the vibrator in her asshole made its waves felt all the way to her heaving tits.

"Uuuughhhh! Ohhhh…fuck… fuuuccckkk!" Marc cried out loudly as his prick jumped and spurted deep in the girl's cunt.

She answered him in silence as she fought to keep her consciousness. His legs stuck straight out from her body and quivered violently as she felt herself sinking lower and lower and the waves of pleasure became warmer and warmer, Pam opened her eyes as Eric kissed her softly. She sipped the fiery liquid from the small glass and was thankful for the brief respite. She had fainted, but she had no earthly idea how long she had laid unconscious there amid the soft, furry pillows. As she drained the glass, Eric smiled down at her and lay her head back on the pillows, it was not comfortable at first, for her head seemed to be bending backward… but then she understood as he moved behind her and she looked up at his hairy loins, his great bulging balls, and above them, his stiff prick standing straight out from its dark-blond patch of pubic hair. She wet her lips as he leaned toward her, and as his prick brushed her nose, then her lips, she opened her mouth and let his prick slide into her oral cavity.

"Jesus!" she heard him saying. "It's hot as a fire!" and he lunged forward to bury his prick deep inside her throat. She could not move the way she was lying, and as his huge balls came to rest on her forehead, she understood why. The vibrator began its slow song, and she felt it as Eric moved it over the tender muscles of her throat and moved it up and down. She breathed shallowly through her nose and reached back for his legs as they nestled against her head and shoulders, then she felt him take her right hand and guide it downward to her cunt.

"Finger-fuck yourself and let us watch, Pam… play with yourself while I cum in your throat!"

His words seemed to further stimulate her, and she spread her legs and opened the lips of her pussy with two fingers, then began stroking herself slowly. The three men watched as her fingers played lightly on the hair-lined cunt lips, then slipped inside and began a slow in-and-out motion as the tip of her index finger found her clit.

She raised her legs and spread her knees widely as she masturbated in full view of the men, and as they watched, both Marc and Alex found their pricks growing hard again. Eric moaned with pleasure as the vibrator against Pam's throat sent him into ecstasy with its tiny, constant rhythms, and he quivered above her as he watched her finger-fucking herself in obvious pleasure, her legs splayed widely.

Then Pam raised her knees to her breasts and lifted her ass from the pillow; the men watched as she ran her other hand under her ass and her middle finger began teasing the wet, brown ring of her asshole. Then it sunk in and they heard a muffled cry from around Eric's bulging prick buried deeply in her throat. Her mouth was ovaled wide and her cheeks hollowed as he stroked the vibrator faster and faster against her tender throat muscles.

"Jesus! Will you look at that!" Marc exclaimed as he stroked his own prick and watched the writhing girl fuck herself in both her asshole and cunt at the same time.

Above her, Eric could hold back no longer, and throwing the vibrator aside, he fell forward as he felt the first contraction swell his prick. He grabbed Pam's knees and brushed her hand aside as he lowered his mouth to her sopping cunt and tongued her furiously as his cock shot load after load of white-hot cum down her stretched throat. She spasmed with him, her body compressed by the weight of his, and she shuddered violently as her third consecutive orgasm tumbled her over the bunk of reality and she fell into a deep, dark abyss with only the taste of his cum in her mouth as his prick slipped out and she clamped her mouth tightly around its spurting head and sucked the last drops from it as it twitched against her hot tongue.

Alex looked down at Pam's unconscious form. He shook his head and remarked, "We've had them more willing, but I'll be damned if we've ever had one wilder who didn't say no, one time!"

"Man, that lady is game for anything!" Marc said as Eric rolled off her and lay panting. "Look what she did to the Norse Giant!"

The other two men laughed.

"Well," Alex said, and smiled as he picked up his drink, "I think we owe this one something more than just a few small purchases… what about a four-way bath?"

Eric shook his head as he sat up and gazed at the beautiful woman beside him. "Count me in… just as soon as I catch my breath!"

Alex laughed and pointed to Pam. "Bring her along, I'll get things ready…" and he turned and crossed the room to leave by a wide door beside the bar.

Pam opened her eyes to total disorientation. The sensations she was experiencing physically were completely foreign to her, and as she tried to move, she felt hands all over her body holding her tight.

"Relax, sweetheart," she heard Alex saying, his lips close to her ear.

She moaned and opened her eyes fully; she was in some sort of a deep sunken tub, and the three men were in there with her. She seemed to be floating, but as her senses returned, she realized the men were supporting her in the waist-deep water. "Wh-where am I?" she questioned, and tried to focus her eyes.

"In good hands," Marc replied, and stroked her legs.

She looked up and was astounded to see herself reflected in a mirrored ceiling. Then she looked from one side to the other and she realized the room was a luxurious bath, with antiqued mirrors covering walls and ceiling. It sent new waves of thrills through her body as she looked around and saw herself from every conceivable angle with the three men in the tub.

"Baker, the faker, the candlestick maker," she said, and giggled.

They laughed with her as they caught her meaning, and Alex told her. "We reserve the tub for very special ladies, Pam. We took a vote after your bout with Eric and it's unanimous that you are the most special lady we've ever entertained."

"Rub-a-dub-dub…" she said, and giggled again, overcome by the warmth of the water and all three of their bodies so closely entwined with hers.

Then she felt her feet lowered and she stood unsteadily as Alex supported her from the rear. She looked across at herself in the mirror as Marc and Eric poured a thin liquid soap onto sponges and began washing her body gently. Behind her, Alex took a sponge, and as the warm, scented water cascaded down her shoulders and reached her lovely ass cheeks, she chilled with the overall sensuality of it.

She stood then, and watched as the three men bathed her, and she was carried away by their gentleness and by the attention they paid to her breasts – lifting each one gently and lovingly and lathering it fully before rinsing with warm, soft water. Between her legs, Eric bathed her with expert hands as Alex paid special attention to her ass, spreading her cheeks gently and lathering them heavily before sponging great amounts of warm water over her shapely body.

As they completed the task, Pam looked down at the water as it was sucked suddenly and with great pressure from the tub, then replaced in only a matter of seconds with clear, warm bubbling water from a dozen outlets situated around the edges.

Alex moved to the front of her as he and Marc exchanged places and Eric kissed her gently on the mouth. The entire process was repeated as her body was rinsed and pampered gently in the clean, scented water of the tub.

Then Pam watched herself in the mirrored walls as the three men lifted her carefully from the tub and laid her on a soft, wide air mattress beside it. She was toweled gently with warm, fluffy towels, and they dried her expertly, rolling her from front to back with the greatest of care. When they had finished, Alex produced a large bottle of scented oil that Pam recognized as one of the Lotus line. Uncapping the bottle, he poured generous amounts onto her tits and her stomach, and on each side of her, Eric and Marc knelt to begin giving her a luxurious body rub with the oil.

She looked up at the ceiling and the sight of their hands moving all over her body stimulated her in a manner she had never believed possible. Alex left the room for a few moments, and when he returned, he held a tall frosted glass to her lips as Marc supported her.

"We want you wide awake for the next act, Princess…"

She tasted the cool liquid and she could not define it. It was not sweet, yet it was not sour – simply smooth. It warmed her stomach as it hit bottom and it reminded her of how hungry she had been – and still was. Then the two men rolled her gently to her stomach and repeated the process with the oil. She felt Alex rubbing the scented oil into the bottoms of her feet and she felt suddenly aware, awake and tingling all over – whatever it was she had drunk had brought her out of her euphoric stupor and her mind seemed suddenly crystal clear as the men rubbed more and more of the fragrant oil into her body.

Finally, she was helped to her feet, and she gazed at her body in the mirrors. She was positively aglow, and the light sheen of oil on her smooth skin excited her as she ran her fingertips over her breasts, to her stomach, and then touched the glistening blonde thatch between her legs. She turned in the mirrors as the men watched, and she could not resist saying, "I'm beautiful…"

They laughed and agreed and it was then that Pam noticed that they had oiled their bodies also, and they too shone with a glistening sheen beneath the soft lights. They moved against her and the touch of their bodies sent new sensations coursing through her supersensitized limbs. She felt them slide against her, moving in a slow circle, and as Alex came to face her, he lifted her face in his hands and kissed her softly on the mouth. Then he sank to his knees and spread her legs gently to kiss her cunt lips. She felt his warm tongue enter her as the other two men pressed their bodies against hers and she shuddered. Then each man in his turn knelt before her to bestow a kiss on those soft, pink lips amid the golden bush of her cunt. She felt each of them rise and she took hot, slick pricks into her hands as their hands cupped her breasts and their mouths kissed her shoulders, back and arms softly.

Then Alex was before her again and she felt his prick as it slid between her legs, then easily into the moist folds of her twitching cunt. She sighed deeply as he sank to the soft air mattress and took her with him, impaled on his stiff prick. She adjusted as she felt her legs spread and Alex's hands came up to cup her tits and hold her body away from his. She looked down at him, then at their reflection in the mirrors as his prick eased all the way into the depths of her pussy.

She saw Eric kneel behind her, then felt his hands on her hips as he nugded her asshole with the head of his swollen cock, then she felt it slip inside her and there was no pain, only a deep, satisfying feeling that she was being filled and fulfilled. Eric stroked his prick in and out of her gently as he took hold of her hips firmly and supported her by the waist. Below her, Alex looked up and began a slow motion with his hips, and she could feel the two pricks inside her as they pressed against each other hotly!

Marc kneeled to one side and she looked up at his thick, dark prick as he moved closer. She was supporting herself with her hands on Alex's muscular shoulders as he pushed her upwards by holding onto her tits, and she simply opened her mouth as Marc held his prick, then she took it deeply into her mouth and licked its entire length with her soft, wet tongue.

Marc groaned loudly as she sucked him slowly and he thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth as the two men fucked her lewdly from top and bottom, their oiled bodies warming as they moved against hers and she accepted each of them fully.

Pam was super aware of the warm flesh all about her, and as Marc stroked his prick deeper into her throat, she sucked and licked him, while beneath her Alex began to moan and his breath came more sharply. Behind her, his long thick prick pistoning in and out of her stretched asshole, she heard Eric cry out as he gripped her hips and forced himself even deeper into her clasping, tight anus to rub against the prick in her cunt.

Marc was the first to cum; Pam felt his prick twitch in her mouth and she pulled off just to the head so she could feel his hot cum splash against her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She sucked him wildly as her own orgasm built and she felt her heart pound heavily beneath Alex's grasping fingers as he cried out and began to shoot his load deep inside her swollen cunt.

Then Eric sobbed and fell forward, unable to support himself any longer, and his prick erupted in her bowels, sending hot gushes of cum to scald her insides. She sucked in air as the convulsion stiffened her body and she cried out from around Marc's prick as it jumped violently in her mouth and she swallowed load after hot sticky load of his semen while the men over and under her shot their loads into her convulsing young body.

Then, with her mouth filled to overflowing with Marc's cum, Pam screamed as her orgasm shook her to the very depths of her being and the sound sent a shock of fear through the three men using her body so wildly.

"Uhhhnnn… I-I-I… Jeesuss… God! Fuck me suck me fuck me… I'm cummmmming!" and she screamed again as the last wave shoved her over the edge to oblivion.

Pam rolled to one side and experienced a moment of panic. The light beside the bed was on, and as she glanced at the clock, she wondered if she had dreamed it all. As she sat up, she felt the soreness in her lower body and as she tried to swallow, her throat felt as though it had been raped!

Tiredly, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom to sit and urinate strongly. When she returned to the bedroom, she saw her blue outfit laid out across the chair just as it had been before she had taken her bath. Confused, she glanced at the clock again and realized it was three am. Had she slept and not made the appointment? Could it all have been some wildly erotic dream? She shook her head as she tumbled into bed, and as she reached up for the switch on the light, she saw it. She picked up the folded receipt and read the message on the back: "Three each, everything." It was signed simply, A. Donovan.

Pam sighed deeply and wondered how they had gotten her home, but at that moment, it really didn't matter – all she wanted was to sleep sleep… sleep. She turned out the light and as the darkness enveloped her, she snuggled deep in the coolness of her bed and smiled… she was a Lotus Lady!

CHAPTER FIVE

Pam awakened to the buzzing of her alarm and she stretched luxuriously. She flipped off the switch that controlled the alarm and lay there on her back as she sorted thoughts from feelings. She reached to the nightstand and smiled as she read Alex's note again. As she turned it over, she found a PS: "I kept something as a memento – hope you don't mind."

Curiosity brought her out of the bed, and as she searched through her things that lay over the chair, she found her panties were not amongst them. "Oh, well," she sighed, and thought, he might as well have a pair – everyone else in town seemed to be collecting them!

Standing before the mrrnor, Pam ran her hands over her body; she tingled all over and she was aware that there was still a light sheen of oil on her smooth skin. It felt sensuous as she rubbed her hands over the flat plane of her stomach, then let them move to the swelling of her hips and around to cup her buttocks. Strangely, she felt no sorenes this morning, and as she examined her beautiful young body in the mirror, she found it none the worse for wear – and she laughed at herself for once having thought that sex would tell immediately on a woman's body – that wrinkles would appear and anyone who looked at her could tell!

Humming lightly to herself, she padded naked into the kitchen, plugged in the coffee maker and poured herself a drink of orange juice from the bottle in the refrigerator. Also, she realized, her head was clear – and that was a surprise after having drunk so much the evening before. "I suppose a girl gets used to everything…" she told her orange juice, and headed for the bath.

As she bathed, she noticed that she was suddenly more aware of her own body, and as she washed it gently, she found it responding to her caresses, and it pleased her. For years she had always hurried through bath or shower and rarely did she look at herself naked in a mirror… what had changed? she asked herself as she climbed from the tub and pulled a towel from the rack. "Me!" she said to her reflection in the mirror, and she laughed aloud.

Munching on apiece of dry toast, she carried her coffee to the desk and began writing up the sale for Alex and his friends; as she totaled it, she was amazed to see that the entire order came to just a bit over four hundred dollars. Quickly, she figured her commission, and again she was amazed – it came to one hundred dollars and a few cents. Not too bad, she thought. An evening's fun and pay too! Well, she'd just have to take the order to Frank herself, and ask him to expedite it. Sort of give it the personal touch, and with any luck at all, she would be able to deliver it within the next few weeks.

The sun was out and a light breeze came from the ocean as Pam left her apartment and drove toward the distribution center. She felt quite high with herself and pleased that she had made her first sale unassisted. She knew that Marge would probably be waiting for her at the sales office, but no matter, only a few more days and she'd be on her own.

She parked, gathered up her things, and found Frank at the desk talking with the stock boy – she tried to remember his name – Ike? No, Mike… that was it, Michael! She smiled warmly as they both looked up and she swelled with pride as she handed Frank the triple order. He glanced at it, whistled lightly, and looked up at her, smiling.

"Well, looks like you caught yourself a live one, little lady…" and as he spoke, he looked at her lovely body and gazed openly at the faint outline of her protruding nipples beneath the sheer blouse she wore.

Pam blushed slightly as she noticed both Mike and Frank staring at her breasts. "Ummm, yes… I seem to have found the right sales combination," she remarked lightly, and smiled.

I'll bet you have! Frank thought, then cleared his throat and spoke to the boy. "Ah, Mike… why don't you run next door and get us a cup of coffee – I'll take Pam to the stockroom and see how much of this we can fill for her now…" and Pam detected a slight wink from the older man as he spoke.

"Sure, why not?" Mike said in return, then glanced at his watch. "Be a while yet 'fore it's made – Alicia never puts on a pot before ten."

"Take your time," Frank told him, and gestured toward the enclosed stockroom behind the counter.

Pam watched the boy go and a certain uneasy feeling gripped her as she walked behind the older man, through the door and into the dimly lit stock area. Tall shelves were stacked with the expensive Lotus products, and everywhere she looked there were long rows of cases stacked along the walls.

"Most of this stuff isn't in yet, honey," Frank told her as she followed him through the maze of shelves, "but we'll have some of it…"

"Ummm, how long before you receive the rest of the summer stock, Frank?" she asked innocently as they turned a corner and stopped.

He turned and looked at her. "Week, ten days – everything's shipped from the East, you know…" He looked at her, then at the large order she had written. "Ah, look… I don't know exactly how to put this to you – but you're new around here and there are some things you might want to know."

"Well, I'm willing to learn," she replied, and looked about.

"Okay, honey – I'll be honest with you, then you can decide for yourself. Sometimes I have an arrangement with one of the girls…" he paused and looked about as he lowered his voice cautiously. "Like, I'm allowed to write off so much stock under breakage… but it always doesn't get broken… get the picture?"

Pam shook her head and replied naively, "But if it doesn't get broken, how can you write it off?"

Frank smiled and held up the triple order. "It only takes about one of these a month, sweetheart… I could fill this entire order – under the counter – and we could split fifty-fifty."

"Oh," she said in a very small voice, "but wouldn't that be dishonest?"

"Come on…" he said, "you're putting me on!"

She laughed nervously. "And we'd just split the money… is that it?"

"Right… instead of a hundred bucks on your commission, you'd have two hundred… how does that sound?"

"Ummmm… you couldn't do that very often, someone would find out."

"Smart girl," he said, and moved closer to her. "Couple of times a month maybe on big orders like this… no one would be the wiser and it would be tax-free, too."

Pam swallowed thickly. She had never done a dishonest thing in her entire life – and what he was proposing was outright theft! But as she thought about it, she realized that if she had that extra money coming in every month, she'd be able to buy that new Mustang she'd been wanting… and she might even be able to take that apartment at the beach this summer. "Ummm, are you sure no one would find out about it?"

Frank reached out and cupped her chin with his hand. "Honey, I've been working for Lotus going on ten years – do you think I'd take a chance… if it was a chance?"

The warmth of his hand on her cheek stirred her and she smiled nervously as she replied, "Ah, no… I don't suppose so."

He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth. "Then it's a deal, partner…" he said as their lips parted.

Pam blinked – she had not expected to be kissed, but Frank was an attractive man, and it was true, they were going to be partners. She looked at him wide-eyed and he moved against her body as he slipped a hand about her waist.

"We could even go a step further in cementing the relationship…" he told her huskily and let his hand slide down to cup one cheek of her ass through her skirt. She struggled briefly, but as his body came in full contact with hers, she felt that sudden rush in her loins and she stopped trying to move away. She licked her lips and looked at him as his mouth moved closer to hers.

"Please…" she whimpered, "I don't think we…" and his mouth closed over hers, cutting off the words of protest. Pam sighed as his tongue entered her mouth, and she arched her vibrant young body against his as his tongue played gently with hers. She felt his prick against her thigh, and as he rubbed against her, she knew a moment of panic and pushed away from him.

"Ah… please, Frank… you'll get me all hot and sweaty. I've… I've got things to deliver this morning…"

Still holding her, he smiled down, and as he spoke, she felt his hand move between them, then she heard the sound of his zipper being drawn down. "I wouldn't ask you to do that, Pam… after all, I've got respect for you… but look what you've done to me."

Pam felt him take her hand and move it to his crotch. His prick was stiff and throbbing and as her fingers closed around it near the base, she gasped at the size of it. She was immediately, aroused as she touched his hot flesh, and she shook her head as he pressed against her again. "Please…"

"You could kiss it a little for me… that wouldn't mess you up now, would it?"

Pam swallowed thickly – he was asking her to put it in her mouth – and he was almost a total stranger! But as she stroked his hot flesh, she knew he was being considerate of her, and actually, it was not too much for him to ask – she was responsible for his condition. And the thought of his huge prick in her mouth there in the dim recesses of the stockroom sent a thrill through her body. Slowly, she disengaged herself from Frank and looked about apprehensively.

"It's all right," he whispered, and took a firm hold on his cock with one hand and her shoulder with the other. Pam swallowed thickly and wet her lips as she looked down at the man's prick. The head was swelling and it glistened dully as he pulled back the foreskin to expose the purplish head. She felt his hand on her shoulder urging her down, but as she looked at the dusty floor, she hesitated.

"I'll… I'll get dirty…" she said in a faltering tone.

Impatiently, Frank looked around and spied a styrofoam mat from one of the cases. He took it and placed it at his feet, then gently urged the young woman to her knees. Pam licked her lips again and glanced up to find Frank staring down at her lewdly as he placed his hand on top of her head and held his prick out to her. She looked at the ropelike veins along its length and the puckered foreskin as he milked it back. There was a small drop of fluid oozing from the slit at the tip, and a thrill went through her to know that he was beginning to cum already – and she had only touched him once.

Opening her mouth wide, Pam moved her head forward and Pam felt her mouth filled with his throbbing shaft.

"Jesus!" he told her. "That is some hot mouth you've got, partner!" and he shoved his prick even deeper into her throat as he looked down and watched his shaft disappear into her obscenely ovaled mouth. Her lips were stretched tight about it and he could feel her wet tongue as it slid along the bottom. He felt his breath coming more sharply as he drew his hips back and watched the pink inner sides of her lips exposed as her cheeks hollowed.

"God… God almighty!" he swore as she sucked him again deeply and seemed to take his throbbing prick into the very recesses of her hot young throat.

"This better be important!" Alicia scolded as she followed young Mike up the stair from the sales room to the loft that opened onto the stockroom. "I've got other things to do besides traipsing around attics with the hired help!"

Mike smiled to himself. He had waited for many long months to get Alicia alone; it was a known fact that she was the private property of the sales manager, but Mike was not at all satisfied to let it remain that way. He opened the door to the loft carefully and whispered over her shoulder, "Be quiet now…" and he held the door open as she slipped inside. He took hold of her hand then and led her around the railed walkway to a spot along the far wall. A frosted skylight let in just enough light to see below, and as they approached the rear section of the large loft, he held a finger to his lips and cautioned her to be even more quiet.

Alicia couldn't figure out what the boy wanted so desperately for her to see, but the urgency in his tone when he had approached her a few minutes before convinced her that it just might be worth seeing. She liked the boy and had he been a few years older, she would have seriously considered taking him to her beach house for an occasional weekend – but he was pretty young, and just a boy in her eyes.

Finally, Mike stopped and whispered to Alicia, "There… look down…" and he pointed.

Alicia clasped her hand over her mouth to keep from gasping! For there, not twenty feet below them, were Frank and Pam Drum – Marge's replacement. She watched awestruck as Frank unzipped his pants and pulled forth his stiff penis. Then he placed the young girl's hand on it and it seemed they were talking. Alicia could not believe her eyes then as Frank placed something white on the floor and Pam kneeled before him and took hold of his bulging prick. Her eyes widened then as Pam leaned forward, Frank's hands on her pretty blonde head, and took his prick into her mouth!

"Can you believe that?" Mike whispered in her ear as she stood frozen, leaning over the rail watching the blatant display of sex between the two people below.

She shook her head again, and as Mike whispered in her ear, she felt a rush of warmth go through her thighs and belly to center just between her lovely legs. She wet her lips as she watched Pam sucking the man's huge prick, and it was almost as if she could taste the same thing Pam was surely tasting at that moment.

She felt Mike's arm about her, but she paid it no mind as she gazed transfixed at the young girl's wide-stretched mouth, filled now with almost the entire length of Frank's prick as he shoved his hips forward and held her head tightly. Vaguely, Alicia could hear the subtle slurping sounds as Pam sucked the man off, and as they came to her, she felt her pulse race faster and faster. She licked her lips again and felt a low moan escape her throat as she realized Mike's hand was no longer around her waist, but beneath her short skirt! Her mind began to protest, but as she became aware of it, his hand slipped between her panty-clad ass cheeks and rubbed the bottom of her pussy.

"I know you like that, Alicia…" he whispered in her ear, and stroked her sopping cunt through the silken material of her panties. "It feels good, doesn't it?" and he ran his thumb upward and into the cleft of her pussy lips. The movement caused her to shudder lightly, and without being able to explain it to herself, Alicia found herself spreading her legs and pushing back against the hand at her cunt.

Mike looked at the expression on the woman's face and he knew immediately that he had scored. He felt the wetness of her crotch, and it was obvious that old Frank getting his pecker sucked by pretty Pam had turned her on. Now all he had to do was to follow through before she changed her mind – or got her nuts off on his hand and then cooled down!

He unfastened the buttons of his fly and pulled his prick free as Alicia ignored his words and ground her cunt against his thumb. He could feel the dense outline of her pussy hair, and it excited him to think of burying his face between her legs… but not this time, he cautioned himself. There would be other chances once he had put his prick up that hot box of hers!

With his prick freed from his pants, Mike moved behind the moaning woman and lifted her skirt. Easily, he rolled down the tops of her panties and stared in excitement at the twin white moons of her voluptuous ass. He pushed her panties down as far as they would go with her legs spread the way they were, then he took hold of his prick and eased it into the cleft of her ass. The moment the head of his prick touched her wet pussy, she shoved backward with her body and Mike felt his cock sucked into her clasping, wet cunt!

"Ohhh…" she moaned lowly as she felt the boy enter her from behind. "Too much… too much… uhhhh…" and she gripped the rail tightly as Pam's head bobbed back and forth on Frank's prick.

Oh man! Mike thought as she pushed against him again, I'm gonna blow my nuts! He could not hold back, and as he felt the cheeks of her beautiful ass grind against his pelvis, Mike reached around to grab her full, soft breasts with both hands.

She felt him convulse behind her and she knew he was about to cum and it outraged her. That was all they ever thought about, she told herself angrily as he pumped his young prick into her hungry cunt. Just get their nuts off then talk about how good it was! Mike felt the first spurt of his cum deep inside the older woman's pussy and he held on with both hands as his knees began to shake and his prick twitched violently. Alicia held onto the rail and gritted her teeth as a small orgasm took her and she felt the boy's prick spurt wildly inside her. She pressed back against him as his young hands clawed at her tits, and as he sobbed behind her, she made up her mind that this one was not going to get off the hook so easily – if he wanted sex, then by God, he'd better learn how to please a woman!

Mike pulled his shrinking prick out of Alicia's dripping cunt. He heaved a deep sigh and glanced over the edge of the railing and was surprised to see Pam still going at it heavily with Frank. But from the way Frank was moving, it didn't look as though he'd last much longer. Mike pushed his prick back into his pants and leaned forward to whisper into Alicia's ear. "Wow… that was something else! I really mean it… it was great!"

She turned to face him and the look on her beautiful face frightened him. She put her hands on her hips and leaned forward, her face only inches from his. "Just who the fuck do you think you are… fucking Romeo?"

Startled, Mike took a step backward, totally unprepared for the obvious anger in the woman's voice.

"You little punk!" she said through clenched teeth. "Do you call that a fuck? Shit, if that's all you're good for, I couldn't even have you arrested for attempted rape!"

Mike felt his face burning. What the hell was wrong with this nutty broad? Christ, she was a fantastic fuck… but she was telling him that… that…

He watched as she stripped off her panties and wiped between her legs, then she held up her skirt and pointed. "On your knees, little boy – you're gonna give Momma some head – and you'd better make it good to me or I will scream rape!"

Mike looked at her widespread legs and the honey-colored patch of hair above her pussy. He swallowed thickly and shook his head.

Jesus! he thought. Now she wanted him to eat her up… and after he'd fucked her!

"Down, boy!" she commanded, and moved forward menacingly.

Mike fell to his knees and looked up at the pink wet lips of the woman's pussy as she hunched her hips to him. He swallowed again, closed his eyes and felt his nose brush her wiry pubic hair – then his mouth came in contact with her cunt lips and as he opened his mouth and began to tongue her, he was suddenly carried away by the obscenity of the act – actually eating her cunt out after he'd shot his load of hot cunt into it! He tasted his own juices, and as he ran his hands up the backs of her bare legs to cup her ass cheeks, he heard her moaning above him.

Not too bad… Alicia thought, he had possibilities, and with just a little training, who knows – a teenage lover maybe? And she shuddered as his young tongue found her clit and sent a wave of pleasure through her loins.

"That's it, Romeo… that's it!" she whispered as she heard Frank cry out in the dim recess of the stockroom below them.

"Ohhhh… Jeeeesussss!" he cried as he felt his cum boil from his balls and splash into the girl's sucking mouth. He looked down at her as his legs quivered and found she was holding his prick in both hands, an inch away from her mouth, and a tremendous thrill went through him as she milked it with her hands as it gushed great blobs of white-hot semen onto her tongue and into her mouth.

"Ohhh, God!" he cried again as the last of his contractions came and Pam took the entire length of his sensitive prick into her mouth and washed it with his sticky cum. She swallowed then and Frank felt the jism pulled from the head of his throbbing prick – then she pulled her head back and licked the excess from the sides of his shrinking cock and smiled up at him. His knees were weak as he tucked himself into his pant and helped her to her feet. She ran a finger over the front of his trousers as he zipped up, and she smiled seductively.

"Was it good?"

"Oh, baby!" he told her, and kissed her fully on the mouth. "It was the greatest!"

"Worth a sixtyforty split?" she asked, posing the question she had thought of as he had forced her to her knees.

"Sixty-forty?" he queried, and looked at her with a sudden frown.

"Sixty for me, forty for you… that is if you'd like more of that," and she patted the front of his trousers again.

Frank laughed. "You are the one!" and he nodded his head vigorously. "Sixty percent it is! By God, you are good!" And laughing, they walked arm-in-arm from the dim stockroom, while above, Mike felt his face and mouth flooded with the older woman's juices as she shuddered in the final throes of her orgasm, her hands clawing the sides of the boy's face as he sucked her to completion.

As she backed away from him and he stood, she smiled and let down her skirt. She glanced at her soiled panties and shook her head. "You're not too bad… but the next time, you'd better beat your meat first – you're a rabbit!"

"The… the next time?" he questioned, and wiped his face on the tail of his shirt.

She moved to him and lifted his hand to her tit as she kissed him warmly on the mouth. "The next time. Anyone who can suck a pussy that good, can be taught the other things!"

Mike sauntered up to the counter with two cups of steaming coffee. He smiled as he set them down and looked around. "Where's Miss Innocent?" he questioned, and winked.

Frank did not care for the boy's flippant tone, but he tolerated it – he was a good worker and was always good for his share of the "breakage".

"She had a couple of deliveries to make," he said, avoiding the boy's eyes.

"Too bad… I had a deivery. I'd like to make with her," he said smartly, picked up his coffee and walked toward the warehouse.

Pam checked her order book and found she had only one delivery nearby, then one across town. She had received word that Marge was still off sick and she gladly took the responsibility for the goods that her customers had already purchased. The first name in her book was Hoagarty, and the address was in a residential area nearby. Well, she thought as she drove under the freeway, might as well meet Mrs. Hoagarty… with a name like that, she probably needed Lotus products to beautify her life!

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.

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.

CHAPTER SIX

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.

She nodded, smiled, and returned to the bathroom. Marge sipped her drink and watched as Pam slipped out of her panties, and the sight of the young woman's honey-colored patch between her lush thighs sent an immediate rush through her body. She had a sudden compulsion to kiss the girl's pussy.

Pam slipped into a lacy black peignoir – it was short and tied only at the throat, then fell open over her lush breasts, to her knees. She handed a red baby-doll nightgown to Marge and told her: "This will be perfect."

She watched as Marge slipped into it; it had a princess bodice and seemed to uplift her firm, full tits, then it broke away to fall just below her pubic thatch.

"Beautiful…" Pam said, and drained her glass, feeling just a bit giddy from the cognac. She reached out and took Marge's hand – it was warm, and as she pulled her to her, she whispered, "I've learned so much from you, Marge…" and she kissed her softly on the mouth.

Marge felt the fire rage through her body as Pam took the dominant role, and she opened her mouth slightly as the other woman's tongue entered, teased lightly, then withdrew.

"Ready?" Pam questioned as she turned off the bathroom light and reached for the doorknob. Marge didn't trust her voice and she simply nodded.

All four of the boys looked up as Pam and Marge entered the room; Pete gasped as he saw them partially clothed, and he nudged Bob, who sat with his mouth open wide as the two sexily dressed women came into the room. Ignoring them, Pam led Marge to the bed and, standing at the foot, she slipped her arms about the older woman, let her hands cup the full cheeks of her ass. Then she pulled her to her as their mouths met in a long, passionate kiss.

"Wow!" young Jim exclaimed, and beside him, Albert found his hand drawn to his prick at the sight of the two grown women kissing.

Slowly, Pam forced Marge onto the bed, and as they stretched out, she reached up to fondle the woman's tits through the sheer material of her gown. The boys leaned forward anxiously as Pam kissed her again and let her hand roam slowly from tit to tit, then down the smooth, flat plane of her stomach to rest it atop her thick mat of cunt hair.

Pam felt the sheer robe she was wearing fall open and she rolled to her side as she kissed Marge so that the robe exposed her bare ass to both Jim and Albert, who were sitting behind her. She heard them gasp, and she flickered her eyelids and saw both Pete and Bob sitting forward, their hands wrapped around their throbbing pricks.

Slowly, Pam inched the hem of Marge's gown up until her cunt was fully exposed, then she began a slow teasing motion with her fingers, running through the dark pubic hair, just lightly brushing the outer lips of her pussy.

Marge moaned, and in echo, Jim moaned lowly too. As their mouths parted, Pam raised up and positioned her right tit directly over Marge's mouth, and without hesitation, Marge opened her lips and sucked in the turgid nipple offered to her. As Marge reached up to cup Pam's breast and suck the nipple deeply into her mouth, Pam spread the woman's legs slightly and began stroking her cunt in slow, forceful movements that had Marge groaning around the tit in her mouth.

Then Pam shifted and brought her other breast over Marge's hot mouth. As Marge sucked it lavishly, Pam slipped a finger into Marge's swollen pussy and found the erect nub of her clit between the folds near the top. She rubbed it gently, and as Marge raised her hips slightly, Pam pulled away and lowered her head to suck Marge's tits through the thin material of her gown. First one and then the other, and as the gown became soaked with her saliva, she moved lower, nibbling the woman's flesh lightly with her teeth and lips as she finger-fucked her slowly, but with a rising fervor.

Marge sucked in her breath as Pam's mouth touched her navel, then continued lower. Pam caught sight of the two boys across from her – both sat with their mouths wide and their hot throbbing pricks grasped tightly in their hands. She moved lower until her head was directly above Marge's cunt; she spread the worn woman's pussy lips with two fingers, then lowered her head and flicked out her tongue to touch her throbbing clit. As her tongue came in contact with it, Marge gasped loudly and cried, "Ohhhhh, God, yesss! Suck it, baby… suck my pussy… eat me up!" and she thrust her hips up as Pam's mouth closed fully about her sopping cunt.

Bob could not believe his eyes or his ears – his sister had tried to get him to do that, but he had never done it. He knew what her cunt smelled like, and if it tasted anything like it smelled, forget it! But sitting now, watching the two women love each other, brought new thoughts to his young mind, and he was beginning to wonder if perhaps there wasn't something to it – the blonde broad sure as shit seemed to be enjoying it! And as he watched, he pulled strongly at his stiff prick and wished to hell he hadn't told her he would wait!

The other boys watched, totally engrossed as Pam sucked Marge's pussy – they had each heard of such things, and Jim, the youngest, had heard his mother cry out one night, begging his father to suck it for her – but he hadn't really understood what it was she had wanted the old man to suck… not until now, anyway! Each of them played with his own prick, anxious to shove it deep into one of the women's hot boxes, and the question that pressed each of them was: when?

Pam lifted her face, rolled up the hem of Marge's gown and kissed her bare stomach, then her tits. She had felt the older woman orgasm under her mouth and she had tasted the flood of juices from her cunt – and she was afire herself as she glanced at the boys on either side of her. She sat up then, spread the edges of her own robe back and exposed herself fully.

She took hold of her own tits, then moved over Marge to straddle her face, looking toward the woman's feet. Each of the boys gasped loudly as Pam sat down slowly and Marge's arms reached up and slid around her inner thighs until her hands cupped the younger woman's ass cheeks. She opened her mouth as Pam lowered herself down and the boys saw her tongue reach out and come in contact with the widespread lips of Pam's pussy.

Pam settled on Marge's face as she fondled her own tits and writhed atop the woman's mouth. Marge's tongue sent wave after wave of searing heat through Pam's cunt, and she felt herself rising all too soon to an orgasm as she dropped her head, lifted her right breast and flicked out her tongue to touch the upraised nipple. The boys saw this and low moans came from their throats as Pam licked first her right nipple, then her left as Marge sucked her pussy.

"Ummmm… that's good…" Pam said lowly, and looked from one boy to the other. "You like to have your pricks sucked… I know… well, a girl likes to have her pussy sucked too!" She rotated her hips as Marge forced her tongue deeper and deeper into her seething cunt. "We also like to suck each other because a woman knows just how to do it… and it takes a real man to learn to do it the way we like it…" She cast a glance at young Jim as he sat breathlessly, staring at the dark patch of hair atop Marge's pussy. Pam smiled at him and held out her hand. "Come here, Jimmy…" The boy's eyes widened and he almost lept from his seat as a look of disappointment crossed Albert's face. On the bed, Pam lifted his young face to hers and told him, "Kiss me, baby… stick your tongue in my mouth."

The boy moved forward slightly and closed his mouth around Pam's. He edged his tongue into her warm, soft wetness and felt his tongue sucked even deeper. Then Pam took his hand and placed it on her naked tit and rubbed it in small circles as the boy's tongue moved in and out of her wet mouth. As she drew her head back, she smiled at the astonished expression on his face when he realized she had taken hold of his throbbing young prick and was stroking it gently in her soft hand.

"Was that nice?" she asked.

The boy looked down at his prick in her hand, swallowed thickly and nodded. "Uh-huh!" he said, and squeezed her tit.

"Easy, baby… not so hard – you've got to do it soft to make it feel good," and to accentuate her words, she squeezed the head of his prick painfully. He winced, then as she eased the pressure, she told him, "See what I mean?" Again, he bobbed his head up and down.

Pam licked her lips and caught her breath as Marge's tongue caused her to writhe. She kissed the boy gently again and whispered in his ear, "Eat her pussy, Jimmy… show the others what a real man can do!" He looked at her wide-eyed, swallowed again, and looked down at Marge's splayed legs.

The other boys watched in utter amazement as the youngest of their group moved to the foot of the bed, his face burning fiercely, and lowered his head between the woman's legs. Cautiously, he sniffed, then moved closer to examine the woman's cunt in the dim light. Seemingly satisfied, he flicked out his tongue experimentally, and as it brushed the wet lips of Marge's swollen pussy, she cried out sharply and thrust her hips upward. Her response was all the boy needed and he slipped his hands under her ass to fill them with her well fleshed cheeks as he buried his young face in her cunt.

"Jeez!" Albert exclaimed. "Look at Jim!"

"He's eatin' her snatch!" Pete said lowly as Bob stared open-mouthed at the boy.

"And he's enjoying it!" Pam said, and caught her breath again as the wave of sensation rose to her belly and caused her to convulse. "Ohhhh! Yessss! I'm cummmmming!" she cried, and ground her hips into Marge as the woman sucked her furiously. "Yesssss! God, yessss! Suck me! Suuuuckkk meeeee!" and she gasped loudly as the orgasm took her and knotted every nerve in her lusting young body!

Bob could not believe his eyes as the beautiful blonde woman cried out and grimaced in obvious ecstasy. Man, oh man, he thought, he'd like to be able to make a chick turn on like that! He looked down at Jim again, and saw the boy licking the length of Marge's widespread cunt lips. Bob was breathing heavily, and it felt as though his prick were going to explode in his hands. He watched in fascination as Pam moved off the bed and came to stand before him. She spread her legs, then took both hands and spread her pussy lips just a few inches from his face.

"Kiss it for me, Bobby…" she said huskily.

The boy looked from her eyes to her cunt, swallowed and, as she moved her hips forward, closed his eyes and placed his mouth against her cunt lips.

"Ummmmm…" Pam moaned, and placed her hands on his head. "Yesssss… that feels so good… use your tongue, baby… eat my pussy, suck me…" and she hunched against his face as she felt his tongue snake between his opening lips and touch the soft, wet flesh of her outer cunt lips. He reached around almost instinctively and ran his hands up the backs of her thighs to cup her lush ass cheeks. Pam glanced down and saw Pete staring in disbelief as Bob sucked her cunt, and she noticed too his throbbing prick was dribbling thick, white fluid from the slit in its tip.

Pam pulled away from the boy's mouth, and as he raised his head, she cupped his face in her hands, bent forward and kissed him wetly. "That was good… just a little practice and you'll be as good as any woman could want…" Then she moved to Pete and told him, "You kiss it for me, Peter… kiss it good."

That boy reached forward and grabbed her ass to pull her to him without hesitation. He sucked her cunt furiously until she pushed his head back and told him, "Easy, baby… easy," and he resumed more gently.

Albert got up from the bench, and as Jim lifted his face from Marge's dripping cunt, he nudged him.

The boy looked up at Marge's beautiful tits as they peeked beneath the rolled-up gown. He moaned and moved up the bed as Albert sank to his knees and began sucking the woman's cunt. Jim found the woman's breasts soft, but the nipples stiff as he ran his palm over them softly. He looked into her half-lidded eyes, and as he felt the warmth of her body next to his, he felt his prick spasm wildly against her thigh.

"Put it in my mouth… quick!" she told him.

The boy scrambled to his knees and Marge raised herself to one elbow just in time to take his swollen cock head in her mouth. The first spurt of thick, hot semen hit her tongue and she rolled it about, sucking him more deeply as his body stiffened and he gasped for breath, his hands digging into her soft shoulders.

"Arrrghhhh!" he cried out. "Christ I'm cumming… I'm cummmmiiinnn! In… in her mouth!" and he hunched his hips forward, his young prick jerking wildly in the other woman's mouth as she milked his balls and sucked him deeply into her throat.

She felt his cum boil forth and she swallowed to feel it slide down her throat as he bucked against her wildly. Finally, the boy folded breathlessly to the bed and his prick slipped wetly, from Marge's mouth, leaving a thin trail of sticky white semen on her lips. She licked them, then leaned down and filled his mouth with her tongue as she fondled his still-stiff prick in her hot hand.

Between her legs, Pete had looked up in time to see his friend shove his prick into Marge's mouth. He had watched as the woman sucked the boy to completion, and Pete could not believe his eyes – Jim had actually cum in her mouth! Raising himself up, he crawled beside her and held his prick out and licked his lips. Marge looked up at him and smiled at the gesture as she took hold of his prick and sucked it into her mouth deeply.

No sooner had her lips closed around it, than the boy shivered and stiffened as the first splash of his cum hit the roof of her mouth to be followed by a half-dozen more spurts of equal force. He looked down in disbelief and felt his cum shooting into her mouth as he shoved his prick deeply into her throat. "Gooood… gooood… it's sooo goood!" he gasped out as she sucked the last of his cum from his twitching prick.

Pam smiled as she watched Marge suck the two boys off, and she looked down at Bob as he stood and reached for her tits as Pete laved her pussy with his hot mouth.

"Ummmm… wait…" she told him, and pulled away from Pete. Bewildered, the boy looked up at the woman as she backed off from him.

Pam took in the size of Bob's prick and turned to him as he fondled her tits. "I want to feel that in ray…" she told him, "I want you to fuck me!" and she turned around, bent down, and before Pete knew what was happening, she had his prick in her mouth and was spreading her ass cheeks widely for Bob.

The boy looked down at her beautiful ass and moved forward. He had never seen a woman so willing or one who seemed to derive so much pleasure from sex. He shoved his prick between the cheeks of her ass and felt her hand guide him into that soft, warm nest of wet flesh. The moment he entered her, he hunched his hips forward, and a thrill went through his eager young body as her ass pushed warmly against his belly. He grabbed her hips and began a violent thrusting motion as she moaned beneath his assault.

Pete could not believe it! She was getting fucked dog fashion and sucking him off at the same time! And as he thought about it, he realized he had his stiff cock in a woman's mouth for the first time! He had seen his mother give that plumber a blow job once – but that had been long ago and the memory was dim – and every time he tried to get a girl to do it, she would staunchly refuse him.

Now, he felt Pam's hot mouth working up and down the length of his shaft while her tongue sent chills through his shaking body. He stretched his legs out stiffly and moaned as he took hold of her head and pressed it down firmly against his trembling body.

Pam felt the boy cumming and she hurried him, hoping that Bob would not blow his nuts in her pussy before she could finish Pete off. Then it came – the first hot splash of cum spurted onto her tongue and she squeezed his prick tightly with her mouth as it spasmed again and again. Behind her, she felt Bob thrust and groan. Quickly, she straightened up and left Pete moaning, his head thrown back, his breath coming in short bursts. She turned before Bob could protest and sank to her knees to pull his slick prick into her hot mouth. Bob had felt his prick jerked from her cunt, then she was suddenly on her knees before him – and his prick was in her mouth!

"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed as he saw his throbbing rod disappear into her sucking mouth; as she pulled off to just the head, he convulsed, and she felt his hot rush of cum inside her mouth.

"Ohhhh! Muuuthhhhherrrrr!" he cried out, and took hold of her head as he hunched into her. He felt his cum spurt again and again as her tongue laved the swollen head of his cock and she sucked him strongly. "Ohhhhh… shittttttt! I… I did it! I shot off in her mouth!" and his legs began shaking as she took hold of his hot young balls and milked them.

Finally, Pam looked up and smiled as his hands relaxed on her blonde head. Slowly, she got to her feet and pressed her naked body against his. His prick was still hard, but it was sensitive and he pulled back as the head brushed the soft growth of blonde hair between her legs.

"Did you like that, Bob?" she asked, and kissed him softly.

"God… did I like it? I loved it, lady!" he told her, and pulled her to him, gripping her by the cheeks of her ass.

"Was, it better than raping a defenseless woman?" she asked huskily.

"I… I think I see whatcha mean…" he said, and looked at the two boys lying beside Marge on the bed. Each of them had a tit in his mouth and she lay back holding tightly to their pricks – one in each hand as they laved her nipples. "Rape… it ain't much better'n jackin' off…" He squeezed the cheeks of Pam's ass. "This is where it's at!"

She reached between them, found his prick still hard, and told him, "We haven't even started yet, Bobby…" and she licked his neck, then nibbled playfully at an earlobe.

Pam moved Marge and her two boys over and lay down on the bed after a quick trip to the bathroom. She took the tube of ointment and smeared a liberal amount on Bob's prick, then did the same to her asshole. She had Pete lie under her, and as she guided his prick into her pussy, she kissed him fully on the mouth.

"There…" Pam said, and pointed to her ass as she spread the cheeks wide.

Bob looked down at the inviting pink ring of flesh and swallowed thickly as he climbed onto the bed and between her legs. She guided the head of his thick prick to that tender spot and told him, "Easy now… don't shove all at once or you'll hurt me…"

Bob did as she asked, for his anger had left him and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt either of these beautiful, willing women. He only wanted to pleasure them and to hear them cry out in ecstasy – the way they made each other cry out.

He felt the head of his prick push through the first tight ring of muscle and he was surprised at the tightness of the woman's asshole. It was like a softly clinging velvet glove, and as the head of his prick reached the second ring of muscle, he gasped and felt himself slide into her warm, clasping anal passage.

"Uhhhhnnn!" he gasped as she thrust back at him, and he could actually feel Pete's stiff prick as it moved slowly in and out of her cunt. The feeling was unreal, and the full, warm ass cheeks against his belly sent wave after wave of pleasure through his young body.

Pam felt the boy enter her fully from behind and she looked down at Pete as he licked his lips and ran his hands between their bodies to grab her full tits in his hands. She felt his prick as it filled her eager cunt and she lowered her mouth to his to suck his tongue into her mouth as he began to rotate his hips slowly beneath her. She shoved her tongue into his mouth then as Bob pulled his prick out of her ass just to the head, then plunged again deeply.

She shuddered as her clit was mashed against Pete's prick and she knew she was about to her a fantastic orgasm with both of the boys fucking her wildly. She ground her hips against Pete's as he thrust upward, and she felt Bob withdraw for another plunge. It only took them a few strokes each to set up a mind-blowing rhythm with their hot young pricks, and Pam felt herself building rapidly to a climax.

She raised her mouth from Pete's and glanced to her left to see Marge lying on her side, sixty-nining with Albert, while behind her, young Jim shoved his prick into her ass and reached around to mash her tits with his frantic hands. Marge moaned with the boy's prick in her mouth and thrust her hips back as Jim cried out, "Uhhn… that's tight… God, it's hot, too!"

The room rebounded with the obscene sounds of the six people as they sucked and fucked wildly, and each of them cried out in the throes of passion as they built to their individual climaxes in the midst of the wild orgy. Pete felt Pam's teeth sink into his shoulder as she stiffened and bucked against his prick, then he felt his balls release a new flood of jism into her hot, clasping cunt and he released with it a long, low animal cry as he squashed her soft tits in his hands.

Pam sobbed as orgasm after orgasm racked her sweating young body and she felt the prick in her ass erupt wildly as Bob dug his fingers into her hips painfully and cried out that he was dying.

Beside them, Marge took the boy's cum down her throat as the prick, in her ass exploded and she felt her own body give up its energy in a great crashing wave of ecstasy that caused her to squeeze her thighs tightly about the boy's head as he sucked her clit between his eager young lips. She felt his prick spurt the last of his youthful cum down her throat, and he groaned as his prick became supersensitive inside her sucking mouth.

Finally, the six fuckers lay sweating and gasping for breath in post orgasm euphoria as their bodies cooled and stiff young pricks wilted to shriveled lengths of wrinkled flesh and popped out of mouths, cunts and assholes, slick now with the cum that had dribbled from the women's orifices.

The candles burned low and Bob was the first to roll off the bed to collapse on the floor. Pam heard him dimly as she struggled to stay in that warm, secure place her mind had plunged her following the own multiple orgasm that had sunk her nearly to unconsciousness. She felt his hands on her shoulders, then he was lifting her face from Pete's shoulder and he kissed her softly.

"You… you're too much…" he said.

She wrinkled her nose. "You're pretty good yourself…" and she kissed him again. "Would… would you do me a favor now?"

"Who do you want murdered?" he asked playfully.

She smiled tiredly as she reached for his wrinkled prick as he sat beside the bed. "Would you get them to clean up the kitchen before you make them leave?"

Bob understood and he nodded his head tiredly as he stood and told the others, "Okay… the fun's over – we got somethin' to do 'fore we can leave!"

Pam lay in a half-slumber, Marge beside her, their arms and legs entwined as the boys dressed quietly and went to the kitchen. She heard them moving about as the water was run in the sink and the garbage disposal churned. She rolled slightly to one side and took Marge's full breast in her hand and massaged it until the nipple became turgid.

Marge fluttered her eyelids as she felt the woman's body pressing against hers, and Pam's fingers sought her sopping cunt. They both heard the back door slam, and as the house fell quiet, Pam kissed Marge softly and then said, "Now it's our turn…" and she stroked the other woman's cunt as Marge's hand moved between her legs to return the favor.

The house echoed their sounds of lovemaking, and as Pam turned on the bed to place her mouth over Marge's cum-filled cunt, she thought, Hell… Mrs. Hoagarty can just wait!

CHAPTER SEVEN

Pam felt refreshed following a short nap, a snack and a shower. She had left Marge sleeping deeply and locked the door behind her as she remembered her delivery to the customer named Hoagarty. As she drove toward the address, the sun was setting over the blue Pacific and she wished now that she had inquired about the Hoagarty account from Marge… she really wasn't in the mood for any more sex, and if that was what it took to keep daft customer happy, she might well lose her first customer!

She found the residence, unlocked her trunk, removed the articles, and walked to the front door just as dusk set in. A middle-aged woman answered and showed her in cheerily.

"I'm so happy to meet you, Miss Drum," the woman said affably, "and I was getting a little anxious about you – your office called quite early this afternoon and asked me to relay the message for you to call in before going home for the night."

Pam felt a twinge of nervousness and wondered what on earth they wanted her for – a complaint?

Not hardly, she assured herself, and went through the items with the kindly woman, relieved that there was to be no "extras" with this customer. She smiled at the attractive woman as she went through her purchases, then Pam sat beside her on the couch to look through the summer catalog with her. Mrs. Hoagarty was all business, and from her tailored appearance, Pam guessed her to be a professional of some type.

And in answer to her question, Mrs. Hoagarty smiled and replied easily, "Why yes, my dear, I am… I'm a sex therapist."

Pam felt her cheeks color and she wished she hadn't asked as the woman called off several articles for her to list on the order form. Finally she was done, and Pam asked if she might use the phone. The woman directed her to a telephone desk in the hallway and stood there as she lifted the receiver and dialed. Alicia answered and Pam listened apprehensively as she was informed that Mr. Dumont, the sales manager, wanted her in his office before seven.

"Ummm… Do you know why?" Pam questioned.

"You'll see… just be here," Alicia told her mysteriously.

Pam set the receiver down and looked up to find Mrs. Hoagarty standing close to her. "Nothing wrong, is there, my dear?"

"No… I don't think so… the sales manager wants to see me…" and her voice trailed off as she felt the woman's hand slide softly over her fully rounded buttocks. She blinked as the woman patted her, then her hand slipped beneath the short hem of Pam's skin. "Ah… I… that is, I really must be going, Mrs. Hoagarty…" she stammered, blushing.

"Yes, I know… and it's a pity – I had so hoped we'd be able to get to know each other a little better," and her fingers slipped between the younger woman's legs to touch the hair-fringed lips of her pussy beneath her sheer panties.

"Ah… me too… perhaps another time?" Pam said.

"You can count on it, my dear," she said, and kissed Pam softly on the mouth as her fingers plied the soft flesh of Pam's cunt and her other hand closed around her jutting young breast.

Pam drew a deep breath and sighed as she left the Hoagarty home and wondered at the clientele Marge had built up – they were all so sexually preoccupied, and she wondered idly if any of those she was yet to meet would not be so?

She drove back to the distribution center with butterflies in her stomach. Alicia had been noncommittal, but there was a hint of a threat in her voice that had left Pam uneasy. As she pulled into the side drive of the parking lot, Pam was not surprised to see only two cars left – Mr. Dumont's Mercedes and Alicia's small sports car.

Nervously, she locked her car and climbed the marble steps to the glass entrance and found it locked. From the reception area, she saw Alicia approaching, a scowl on her face, and Pam's apprehension doubled. The woman let her in without speaking and Pam followed her in the inner maze of offices where Mr. Dumont had a lavish office complex of his own.

Alicia stood aside as Pam opened the door to the man's private office and entered, her apprehension rising as her boss looked up from his desk and waved Alicia to come in and close the door behind her. Pam approached the desk uneasily and tried to read the expression on the man's face, but she could not; his normally handsome, smiling features were clouded by concentration, but she was unable to detect whether it was dissatisfaction, anger or what. She sat as he pointed to a deep chair beside the desk and she glanced at Alicia as she took a chair before the large desk.

"Well, well… Miss Drum," he said, and Pam felt her stomach turn. He leaned forward, locked his fingers together and asked, "How do you like working for Lotus, Pam… any complaints?"

Pam swallowed nervously and glanced at Alicia – who was staring at her blankly. "… I like my job very well, Mr. Dumont… and no, I have no complaints…"

"No complaints," he repeated, and sat back in his deep leather swivel chair. "Miss Drum has no complaints, Alicia."

Alicia smiled, but not pleasantly, and Pam suddenly felt like a mouse caught between two cats. She cleared her throat, leaned forward slightly and asked, "Is… is there something wrong, Mr. Dumont?"

His reply startled her almost out of the chair. He slammed his palm flat on the desk and the sound was like that of a pistol being fired. "Wrong?" he nearly shouted. "Wrong? You may be assured there is something wrong, Pam Drum!"

Pam was close to tears as she felt his words sting her like arrows. She blinked in bewilderment and shook her head in confusion as her handsome boss rose from his chair and came to stand in front of her, an accusing finger jabbing an inch from her nose.

"We have it on good authority that you have been sexually promiscuous with several customers, Miss Drum… what do you have to say for yourself?"

She shook her head in disbelief as his words crashed into her consciousness and shattered her composure. Great tears welled in her eyes as her vision blurred and she began to sob. "I… I don't know what to… to say…" she blurted out, burying her face in her hands.

"Also," the man went on in a strong tone, "you were observed this very day having sex with an employee of Lotus!"

"Oh, noooo…" she moaned, and felt her new world come crashing down around her.

"You deny that you were on your knees in the stockroom with Frank Seckler's prick stuffed down your throat? Do you deny sucking him until he shot his load of cum into your mouth? Tell me! Do you deny it?"

The words burned themselves into her brain and left her defenseless – who could have told – who could have seen? And how could he have known about the customers? Were they spying on her – had someone complained? My, God! she thought. What was going to happen to her?

Pam tensed as she felt an arm go around her shoulder and she heard Alicia saying sympathetically, "There, there, baby, it's going to be all right…" Pam sobbed hysterically as the woman tried to comfort her, and she heard Alicia telling Dumont, "Come on, Steve… give the kid a break… it's no big thing. Jesus – you act as if you'd never had sex with a woman!"

"We have our reputation as a firm to think about, Alicia…" he told her gruffly.

"Oh, come on… put that stuff out at the sales meeting, but have a heart – can't you see what this is doing to her?"

There was long pause and Pam's heart nearly stopped as her boss spoke again, his tone softer, and she felt his hand on her shoulder.

"Pam… perhaps I was a bit rough on you. I… I'm sorry I made you cry. Perhaps I was too hasty."

Pam sniffed and looked up at the towering figure of the man she had come to respect so highly during her training course. She felt as if she had let him down – deceived him – and the shame was evident in her voice as she choked out, "Oh, Mr. Dumont… I… I'm so terribly sorry – how can I ever make it up to you?"

Steve Dumont looked at Alicia and smiled. "Well… if you really want to know…" he said, and his voice was even softer than before.

"Yes!" Pam exclaimed. "Anything, I'll do anything… just don't be angry with me… and… and please don't fire me!"

He looked down at her and smiled again. "Now, no one mentioned firing you… as far as my being angry – well, we can settle that very simply if you really want to…"

"Oh, yes… please!" she cried, and felt the tears well up again.

As she hung her head shamefully, Pam heard a familiar sound and Alicia's arm tightened about her shoulders. She opened her eyes to find her boss standing before her with his trousers opened and his cock hanging limply from the fly.

"Oh…" she said in a very small voice.

"Go ahead, honey…" Alicia urged her, and kneeled beside her as Steve moved forward. Alicia took Pam's hand and lifted it from her lap to wrap it around the man's prick. Immediately, Pam felt life flow into it and she licked her lips apprehensively as she saw it growing before her eyes.

"But… but, I thought…" she stammered, and Steve rubbed the head of his cock against her lips.

"Don't think, Pam… just suck… open your mouth and, suck me off the way you sucked Frank's prick…" and he moved an inch closer as she opened her mouth and accepted the head of his cock between her lips. It was hot against her flesh, and Pam fought the urge to gag as he shoved more of it into her wetly sucking mouth. She laved it with her tongue and heard him groan, then she felt Alicia run her hand up her legs and between her thighs.

Alicia's fingers ran smoothly over her inner thighs and spread her legs as they touched her panty-clad pussy. She hunched forward as a light thrill went through her and she sucked more of the man's prick into her hot, wet mouth as he hunched his hips into her obscenely sucking face.

"Oh, Jesus!" Steve exclaimed. "She can suck a prick!"

"And other things too, I'll bet," Alicia commented breathlessly as she worked her finger underneath the elastic leg band of Pam's panties and found her cunt sopping with the juices of her unbridled passion.

Pam felt the woman's finger enter her pussy and she groaned around the stiff prick as it was thrust even deeper into her throat and she felt his pubic hairs tickle the end of her nose. She removed her fingers from its thick base and fumbled inside his pants for his heavy nut sac, found it, and fondled the heavy testicles as she pulled off and licked just the head of his prick.

"Goddamn!" Steve cried. "She's a fucking pro!" and he took hold of her head with both hands and thrust forward to shove his prick in to the hilt. Pam gagged, then forced her throat muscles to relax as she accepted all of him into the constricting channel of her throat. She felt her own passion rising as Alicia's fingers drove her wild. Then she heard Steve cry out, "Oh, shit! I'm cumming… I… I can't hold it… suck me, baby! Suck my prick… take it all… I'm cumming!"

Pam's cheeks ballooned out as his prick jumped in her mouth and filled it with thick hot spurts of his semen. She swallowed frantically, but it came in such heavy gushes that some of it seeped out of the corners of her mouth napd ran stickily down her chin as Steve gasped loudly and his legs shook. She sucked and swallowed, and as she felt his convulsing prick twitch far the last time, she pulled off and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. A small string of cum from the head of his prick stretched to her wet lips, and as she wiped it off, she shook her head. "Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!" she said.

Steve stumbled back to lean against the desk, his wet prick still protruding from the front of his trousers. He shook his head in wonderment as the woman thanked him. Never in his life had he cum so quickly in a woman's mouth – and never had he had a more exciting blow job from one of his lovely young Lotus Ladies!

"Jesus!" he muttered lowly as Alicia removed her hand from between the girl's legs and stood.

Alicia bent forward and closed her mouth over Pam's, and as her tongue entered the girl's mouth, Alicia felt a new thrill surge through her body – ever since she had watched Pam sucking Frank's prick that morning, she had wondered what it would be like to feel her lips on Pam's mouth… or more importantly, Pam's mouth on her cunt. She pulled her face away from Pam's, lifted her hands to her waist and released the buckle there.

Pam blinked as the secretary's skirt fell to the floor and revealed her lush, naked body. Alicia unbuttoned her blouse slowly and removed it to expose her full, jutting breasts, whose nipples stood out in dark relief against the smooth pale flesh that surrounded them.

"Take off your clothes. Pam…" Alicia told her huskily, and ran her hands over her stomach to her lush bush and spread her cunt lips lewdly.

Pam swallowed, but obeyed. Quickly she disrobed, and Alicia led her to the long, low divan that set against the far wall of the office. She sat and spread her legs before the younger woman. "Love me, Pam… suck my pussy for me… will you do that?"

Pam looked at her, and as she hesitated, Alicia leaned forward, slipped her arms about Pam's waist, and buried her face in her cunt. Pam was thrilled as the woman's mouth licked and sucked at her pussy, and as she pulled away, Pam knew she was going to do as the woman had asked.

Leaning back again, Alicia spread her legs and Pam sank to her knees. She ran her hands sensuously over the woman's thighs, and small electric shocks went through the palms of her hands as she encountered the silken hairs along the woman's inner thighs. She gazed longingly at the lush growth of hair that topped and surrounded Alicia's pussy and she licked her lips as she leaned forward and spread the woman's outer cunt lips with her thumbs.

Steve watched as Pam lowered her head to Alicia's pussy and he swallowed thickly as he felt his cock jump to life again. This one was perfect, he told himself as he removed his clothing and looked lustfully at the twin moons of her well-fleshed ass quivering before him. Even with her knees together, he could see the blonde thatch and the pink lips of her pussy below the tightly puckered ring of her asshole, and an overwhelming desire to both suck and fuck that hole came over him as he tore frantically at his clothing.

As he approached her naked, he looked up and saw the look of total satisfaction on Alicia's beautiful face; her lips were parted slightly and the tip of her pink tongue protruded as Pam sucked her cunt wildly. Steve kneeled beside Pam and ran his hands over the silken flesh of her ass as he reached around and filled his other hand with a firm, full tit.

Pam moaned lowly and wiggled her ass as his fingers crept between her legs and stroked her wet pussy. Visions of weekends with these two at his Malibu retreat filled the young executive's head as his fingers slipped into Pam's willing cunt and he considered bringing Marge in for a fourth. That would be wild! he thought as Pam squirmed beneath his caresses.

Pam lifted her face then and turned to him as she said, "Please… please fuck me… suck me… anything… just do anything to me!"

Moved by her urgent request, Steve moved behind her as she lowered her head again and lifted her ass to him. He felt her hand move between her own legs then and take hold of his throbbing prick to guide it into that hot, wet nest as he moved forward and her ass came in contact with his belly. He drew his breath deeply as the head of his prick slipped slickly into her moist sheath and he felt the walls of her pussy clasp him tightly as he shoved forward with his hips to bury his prick in her dripping cunt.

"Ohhhhh…" Pam moaned loudly as she felt her pussy filled with the hot flesh of his prick. She burrowed deeper into Alicia's pussy as the woman raised her legs and hooked them over Pam's shoulders. She rammed her seating tongue into that wet cleft and felt Alicia shudder violently as she came in contact with the erect nub of her clitoris.

"Iiiiieeeee!" Alicia screamed as she felt Pam suck her clit between her lips and nibble it gently with her teeth. "Yessss… suck me, baby… God, yes, suck my cunt… eat me… make me cum!" she cried as she raised her hips and ground her cunt into the sucking girl's face.

Behind her, Steve labored, sinking his prick deeper with every thrust. Pam could feel him growing inside her sand she dropped her hand between her legs to slip her finger in with his prick. As she stimulated herself, she felt his cock throb heavily, and without warning as he made an outstroke, Pam pulled forward, took hold of his prick in her hot, clasping hand, and guided the head of it into her asshole.

Steve felt the sudden shift, and as his prick was guided into that other, tighter hole, he cried out as he felt his juices rushing to splash inside her.

"Ohhhhh… Jesus… fuck!" and he reached forward to grab hold of her bobbing tits as Alicia screamed again and bucked wildly under the girl's frantically sucking mouth.

Steve felt his prick slide into Pam's asshole and as his balls slapped her wet cunt, he felt her reach for them and stuff one of them into the hot recess of her dripping pussy. He felt himself exploding and it was as though a thousand stars had burst behind his eyes as he choked and his body convulsed.

Pam felt his prick explode inside her tightly clasping asshole and she fingered herself wildly with one of his nuts shoved into her hot cunt. She felt Alicia quivering in the throes of orgasm and she tensed as her own climax rushed her over the top and sent her crashing into that dark velvet rush of sensation that flooded her body with indescribable pleasure.

Steve pumped his hot load into her asshole as her body tensed and grew rigid and he knew that she, too, was attaining the ultimate from his rampaging prick as it spewed hotly inside her clasping anus. He shuddered as the last of his contractions passed and he opened his eyes to see Alicia spread limply before Pam – her eyes closed and her breathing shallow as Pam continued to lick her lewdly splayed pussy as her body convulsed one last time.

Then Steve fell forward, pulling his prick out of her ass with an obscene sucking sound. Pam collapsed with her head between Alicia's thighs, and beside her on the floor, Steve lay quietly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he slipped his arms about to fondle her tits softly. As they lay there, their minds in a golden fog of post-orgasmic bliss, Pam felt his lips on her neck, then his words as he told, her what she had been waiting to hear.

"You're beautiful, Pam… absolutely beautiful…" he told her, and kissed her neck again, his hands holding securely to her breasts as though he were afraid she would get away from him. "And you are a Lotus Lady! I've got a feeling you'll be with us for a long time, and that one day… one day, you'll be the Lotus Lady!"

Pam felt a flood of warmth over her body and thought back over the events that had brought her to the pinnacle of her hopes, and she sighed deeply as Alicia stroked her golden head lovingly. The Lotus Lady, she thought, what an honor that would be!

Content

James Barton
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PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN