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!