"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.