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.