In society, the difference between good and bad, right and wrong is so thin and arbitrary that frequently the decision as to who is good and who is bad is determined solely by opportunity. The individual who is never in a position to steal-or has no need to steal-never becomes a thief. An ugly woman may never be given the chance to commit adultery. A priest need never lie.
When a girl is too pretty, she may find herself the focus of unwanted male attention. The extreme example always, of course, is rape.
That the girl may find rape unendurably exciting and pleasurable does not condemn her for bad morals. Perhaps, more than anything else, it could be considered praise for her passionate nature. But such passion can easily lead the girl from one difficult situation to another which is even more emotionally explosive. She may, in the end, find herself only a pawn being shuttled from hand to hand, helpless to save herself and unsure where to turn for mercy.
This is a book about passion and sex and the inexorable forces of society working outside an individual's ken. It doesn't answer the question of whether or not the individual can control his or her destiny-that is left to the reader to interpret.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"Tell me, kid-you ever sell anything before?" Hugo asked.
"Sure," Lola lied.
"Besides your young, tight little box, I mean. Door to door-you ever do that?"
Lola squirmed on the small seat, as aware as he was of the way her trim thighs and young hips and tight, round ass filled out the snug jeans.
She seethed inwardly at the degrading suggestion that she was a whore like her older sister. But she didn't deny it to him. He wouldn't believe it. And she couldn't afford an argument with him.
A girl couldn't convince any man she'd been fucked just once-and raped at that-by her sister's boy friend.
"Yeah," she said, swallowing down her anger.
"Bullshit."
"I want the job, mister-I really do!" she cried. "You can believe what you want about me, I don't care. Just give me the job. I'll do a real good job of selling for you."
Hugo grinned and leaned back. He adjusted his thick glasses so that he wouldn't miss anything.
"All right, then," he said, waving his finger in a small circle. "The jugs, baby. Let's see 'em. And the pretty pussy, too." He grinned wetly, his lips fleshy and broad.
Lola sucked in her breath. She sat across from him in his "office," which was in the back of a van. They were parked in a shopping center. The air conditioner was running, but it didn't keep the sheen of oil from his face.
He had black, curly hair, very thick glasses that made dots of his eyeballs, and his fleshy lips were wrapped around the butt of a soggy cigar.
She squirmed again while he waited impatiently. She licked her full, red lips. She sucked in a deep breath that made her braless tits thrust against the material of the cheap blouse and put her taut nipples on prominent display.
"Come on, quit stalling. I got things to do," Hugo said impatiently, pressuring the girl.
Lola gave a toss of her paprika-colored hair. She stood up, careful not to bump her head on the roof. She hooked her fingers into the bottom of the blouse and hesitated.
"Why do I have to do this?" she asked.
"Because you want a job," Hugo grinned easily. "Because I said to." He looked at her a moment, his expression lecherous and domineering. "You don't want my job, you can go across to the supermarket there. They've got an opening."
Lola held her breath. Her heart hammered. She couldn't do that. He knew she couldn't, and he was taking advantage of it.
She felt faint. There wasn't any choice, really. Her fingers curled around the material tighter. She lifted with a quick motion that wouldn't let her hesitate again.
Her cone shaped tits caught in the blouse. The upward motion lifted them high and wide. They came free of the blouse and fell, bobbing and jiggling erectly on her chest. The pink nipples pointed from the creamy ends tautly, stretching outward slightly from the sensual friction of the blouse.
"Nice," Hugo said sibilantly. "Real nice. Keep going, baby. You're just fine so far."
Lola took in another deep breath. Her tits arched slightly to the sides, wide spaced and firm. She undid the snaps of her jeans with trembling fingers.
She couldn't believe this was really happening. It was a bad dream. She wasn't really in the back of a van in a parking lot with a greasy-skinned, BB-eyed, middle-aged man. Her tits weren't really naked. And she wasn't really about to push her jeans down and show him her sweet, tender, nearly virginal pussy.
It was just another part of the bad dream that had been happening to her for the past month.
"Come on, come on-let's see the pretty pussy now, or get out of my office and let me get some work done," Hugo said.
Lola closed her eyes and sucked in her breath again. She pushed. The pants slipped down over her hips and round, tight asscheeks. Her panties snagged in them and started coming down with them.
She snatched the panties back up and pushed the jeans the rest of the way down her trim thighs, clinging to the futile hope that he'd be satisfied with that and not make her strip completely naked.
She stepped out of the jeans and put her hands on her hips. Her pelvis canted as she stood before him self-consciously. Her tits jiggled and tugged sensitively, and she could feel the unwilled stretch of her taut nipples.
Hugo's lecherous eyes went up and down her body. The sheen of oil on his face got thicker. He parted his heavy thighs slightly, and the hump of his prick and balls showed through the tight pants.
It seemed to swell and grow right before her eyes, and she felt a surge of fear shoot through her body. She'd been afraid of this, the moment she'd stepped into his van.
That was all the bastards wanted to do-to fuck her. To put their stiff, ramming cocks up between her legs and squirt hot jets of cum into her cunt.
Well, he wasn't going to fuck her. She'd strip for him to get the job, but that was all. That was bad enough. There was a limit to what she would do, no matter how desperate she was.
"Lola, huh?" he said, licking his fleshy lips again. "That's good. Yeah, we'll keep that one. How old are ya?"
"Eighteen."
"Bullshit," he snorted. "Maybe fifteen. But that's all right. You can pass with a little makeup and a dress. A short one. You got a dress, kid?"
"I ..."
"Never mind. We'll get to that later." He waved his finger again, "the panties, now. Off. Let's see the fuzz and those puffy little cunt lips pouting down inside there."
She saw where he was looking. She glanced at her crotch too. The panties were pulled tightly around her twat. They were so thin and cheap that the fleshy puffiness of her cunt lips showed clearly. She could even see the rusty triangle shading through them, and the thin line of her slit.
A few of her curling pubes peeped out around the edges of the leg bands. Her butt cheeks clenched tightly and stretched the nylon over her ass like another skin, molding the material around her puffy young twat.
"Come on, off!" Hugo growled impatiently. "You can't wear panties on the job anyhow. Get used to going without."
She looked at him. She was trembling now. She was nearly to her limit with him.
"What the hell am I supposed to be selling door to door, anyway!" she cried suddenly. "Look, now-I'm not a whore, no matter what you think! I'm not going to do that!"
He sucked on his cigar butt for a long moment, rolling it around in the fleshy orifice made by his thick lips.
"All cunts are whores," he said quietly. "It's just a matter of the price, kid. Some fuck for a dinner and a show. Some of them for wedding rings. Some are honest and do it for money. That's the way it is."
"Not me!" Lola cried.
Hugo sighed heavily. "Look, kid-if you want my job, you're gonna do whatever you gotta do to make a sale, get it?"
His black brows knitted together, and he lifted his gaze from her sweet pussy to her hazel eyes, seeing the touch of green in them for the first time.
"Goddamn it, cunt - you want the job or not! Make up your fuckin' mind, I got things to do!"
"I want it," she said, sucking in her breath again, feeling dizzier than ever.
It was hunger and lack of sleep and constant fear that was making her dizzy and weak. She couldn't go on this way another day, and she knew it.
Suddenly, it didn't matter to her any more. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of the panties and pushed.
She didn't have any choice, really. She had to get some money. She had to eat. She didn't dare go across the parking lot to the supermarket for a job.
They would want identification-her name, social security number, references. All the information that would lead them to her and let them pick her up and take her back to the prison farm.
There was another reason she didn't dare take a job like that. Ron was looking for her. He and Fats and Lew. They were all looking for her. They would be searching every store for her.
For her and for the jewels.
She looked Hugo straight in the eye. You creep, she thought, feeling a sudden burst of futile defiance. Two hundred thousand dollars in jewels right at my fingertips, and I have to stand here and push down my panties and let you stare at my naked pussy.
And that was the hell of it. She had to.
She pushed again. The panties rolled over her swollen hips and the pout of her firm, young silken asscheeks. The nylon slipped slickly over the round globes and slid down her thighs and legs.
Her succulent cunt lips were bared. The patch of rusty curls over her twat uncoiled slightly with the sudden release of the tight, confining panties.
She felt her pussy lips draw together. She felt a squirming, loosening sensation deep in the tunnel of her silky cunt that shouldn't have been there.
Hugo starred at her parted thighs and bloated cunt petals, and a new bead of oily sweat came to his forehead. "God," he said softly, the hump of his prick swelling and growing again. It stretched into the long, hard line of his erect shaft.
Lola stared at it. Her pussy writhed deep inside, and she felt an electric tingle go through her flat tummy and make her butt cheeks clench tightly together again.
God ... she cried inwardly, stunned by what her body was doing, by the sensations rippling through her.
Site couldn't believe the way her nipples were suddenly spiked and rubbery and full, jutting from the ends of her tits. She couldn't understand the loose, warm, slippery feeling coming to the silken walls of her damp pussy.
She'd thought she would never be able to stand the sight of another prick again in her life-not even the hint of one.
Not after the way Ron had raped her. Not after the way he'd fucked his hard, spurting, cum-filled cock into her virginal cunt, ripping it through her cherry, blasting her helpless, wide-spread pussy full of foaming sperm.
Not after that night ...
The memory of it jumped into her mind. They'd parked outside the old biddy's estate, pulling the car into a break in the bushes so that it couldn't be seen from the road. She and Ron and Fats and wiry, evil Lew.
The boys were waiting for the houseman's lights to go off in his room over the garage. They were waiting to rob the old biddy's safe, and Ron was making her do the driving.
She was in the car with them, instead of Wanda, because her sister was with the old biddy's husband for the week. Like the whore she was, Wanda had taken five hundred dollars to fly to New York with him and fuck and suck him and do anything else to him he wanted.
When he'd taken the money out of his safe, Wanda had seen the combination. She'd given it to Ron, and the two of them had planned the burglary. They'd forced Lola to do the driving this time, since Wanda was going to be out of town with the old man.
Lola had sat in the front seat with Ron, Fats and Lew was in the back. He'd been high with excitement, the way he always was before a job. He'd unzipped his pants in the stillness and reached for her.
"Come here, baby-suck me a quick one!" he'd gasped, pulling her head toward his lap.
"My God-stop! What are you doing! You bastard, let me go!" Lola had .cried, stunned and outraged.
"I need a quick one. It takes the shakes away and calms me down. Wanda always does it. Since you're in her place tonight, baby, you get to do it. It's time you learned how to wrap those pretty lips around a hard cock anyway."
"No, no-I won't do it! I'm not like her! I'm not a whore!"
He'd twisted her hair in his fist and pulled her toward his lap. There was the velvety hardness of his cockhead, the pulsing throbs pounding through the rigid shaft, the opening and closing of the big eye at the tip against her cheek. It seeped a slippery drop of oil that filled her nostrils with a strange and horrible scent.
"Ron-no!" she'd cried, her mind whirling. He was strong. There wasn't anything she could do.
The rigid prick slid against her neck, over her full lips, leaving his taste on them. She heard an evil chuckle from the back seat, and she knew Fats and Lew were looking over it, staring at her, just waiting for Ron's big cock to fuck into her mouth and shoot cum there.
"All right, you pricks," Ron had growled. "Get the fuck out. Me and little sister have to get something straight between us."
"Looks like it's already straight," Lew sneered. "Lucky bastard. I've been eyeing that sweet ass of hers for a long time now. I want her when you're through with her, old buddy. Fats and me need calming down too." He'd chuckled wetly.
"Sure, sure. Out. Watch for that fuckin' light to go out. We don't want to meet up with the houseman if we don't have to."
They'd gotten out. They stood by the bushes. Ron's hand cupped the back of her head again.
"Suck my cock, you sexy little cunt."
"I'm going to tell Wanda about this! She'll kick your balls!"
"Not likely, baby. She's got no kick." He twisted her hair until tears stung the backs of her eyes and she thought her scalp would peel off her skull. "Open your fuckin' sweet mouth and suck my prick!"
"Ah! Ahhhhh!"
"You bite me, and I'll yank your fuckin' head off, you got that?"
The velvety cockhead prodded at her lips. The pain was terrible. She'd opened her mouth. Flavor from the seeping, slippery eye burst through her senses.
It went in and in, filling her mouth, rippling over her tongue, bumping past the soft, puffy circle of her lips. Ron's hips bucked up off the seat, and she felt his prickhead at the back of her throat.
"Ohhhh, God ... suck it, suck it, you beautiful bitch! God, yes! Use your tongue! Ohhh, strip the bottom of my prick with it! That's it! Ahhhh, you learn fast, you cunt!"
She did it. She ran her tongue along the bottom of his prick. She smelled the masculine scent of his cock and balls, and her mind spun with outrage and a perverse thrill.
He'd thrust up, fucking his prick to the back of her throat again and again. There wasn't any choice for her. The tight lock on her hair was excruciatingly painful. He made her head bob up and down over his stiff prick.
She'd washed her tongue all over the bottom of his shaft, around the swollen, spongy cockhead. She made it dig into the dilated eye at the tip and heard him groan with pleasure and felt his prick throb mightily in her mouth.
Then it happened. There was a pause, then violent bucking and pulsing. Sperm had jetted against the back of her throat. His prick hosed and spurted, and her mouth had become flooded with his hot cum.
She'd swallowed. She couldn't keep up with the flood. It ran out of her mouth, dripping from her lips, running down his shaft and into the gap in his pants, coating his balls.
He'd lifted high and shuddered and groaned loudly, all the while mashing her head down over his shooting prick.
It hadn't been enough for him. With a loud gasp, he'd pushed her sucking lips off his prick and reached for her, twisting her around in the seat and yanking at the jeans on her hips, snatching them off roughly.
He'd torn her panties from her tight ass, baring her virginal cunt to the stray beam of light from the street lamp. He'd stared for a lustful moment and then had yanked her thighs wide apart.
"What a sweet cunt!" he'd cried.
He'd mashed his face against her pussy suddenly, making his wet, warm tongue wash all over her puffy twat, making it slither between her bloated cunt lips and over her russet pubes and circle around the tip of her clit.
"Ohhhh, don't! Stop! God damn you, I did what you wanted! Ohhh, don't suck my pussy! Ron, you bastard-stop!"
She tossed her head on the seat. She couldn't stop the jolts of sensation from shooting through her body. His lips compressed the puffy petals of her twat and sucked them into his mouth. His tongue slurped up and down her gap and drilled into the tight, virginal mouth of her quaking pussy.
She groaned. She tossed. She bucked her hips and tried to throw his face from her pussy. But he kept on and on until her clit was straining from the tender folds that had kept it hidden until then.
She felt her pussy tunnel squirm and grow warm against her will. It began to run the sweet honey of her virginity. He lapped it from her quaking hole as it seeped out and made her hips lift and churn and her head toss.
"I gotta come again, baby," he'd gasped. "God, yes-right in this sweet pussy of yours!"
"No-Ohhhhh, please, no!"
He'd kept her thighs wide apart as he crawled up over her. She felt the hard, throbbing shaft of his prick slip along the silken flesh of her inner thighs, stretching toward her shivering, shameless cunt mouth.
"No! No! I've never been fucked before! Ron, don't fuck me! I'm a virgin! God-don't ... AHHHHHHGH!"
Sharp pain blazed through her pussy as his stiff cock rammed through her tender barrier and plowed to the back of her cunt. Her muscles spasmed and shook at the violent intrusion into her body, and then the pain began to merge with a different kind of feeling.
His slippery cock fucked back and forth and made honey surge in waves from her cunt walls. He pounded against her hips, banging and thudding, driving her helpless, naked ass into the car seat.
He forced one of her legs up along the back of the seat and the other onto the dash, splitting her thighs wide for his pounding hips and lunging prick.
She'd yelled. He'd clapped his hand over her mouth and fucked feverishly into her body, squeezing her tits and her hips with his other hand, feeling her all over.
"Tight ... God, so tight and sweet! Ohhhh, what a tight pussy! Not like your sister's. Not all fucked out already like Wanda's. Tight, clinging, slippery cunt ... Ahhhh, God! Hang on baby! Here it comes again!"
He'd lunged into her. His prickhead danced at the back of her vaginal tunnel. It felt as if it were stabbed to the very depths of her being.
She felt it pounding and bucking inside her, and she knew he was coming again, blasting her virginal pussy full of hot sperm.
The warm rush of it flooded into her cunt. She felt the sudden sloshy slipperiness. She felt it squirt out backwards and drool over her inner thighs and puddle in her upturned asscrack.
Something happened inside her then. She felt a breathless rush of sensation. She gasped. There was a dizzy feeling, spasms all through her body, great electric tingles.
She felt lightheaded. Her pussy walls sucked and pulled at the stiff, fat cock thrust into her hole. Her hips churned wildly under his driving prick, and she knew what was happening.
She was coming!
Her first time!
He'd raped her, and she was rewarding him by coming hard for him, squeezing his prick with the oiled silk of her vaginal pussy, bathing his bucking, hosing shaft with the flow of her pristine juices.
"Yaaaaaaagh! God! Ohhhhhh, I'm coming-g-g!"
She'd fucked up against hips shamelessly. She'd flung her arms around his back and hugged his rotten, raping body to hers. She'd lifted and shuddered in a way she'd never known before.
Her eyes popped open with the monstrousness of it. She'd stared right at Lew and Fats. They were leering through the car window, licking their lips over the way her body thrashed and churned with orgasm, each wishing his foaming prick was inside her clenching pussy instead of Ron's.
They watched her virginal pussy being stuck by its first blasting prick, and that added to the shame and humiliation inside her.
Ron gasped and sagged against her finally, the battering of his prick stilled. She felt the shaft wilt slightly inside her pussy. Her cunt muscles sucked and pulled shamelessly after it as he pulled out of her.
Lew stuck his evil head into the window and licked his lips and watched the sperm ooze and bubble pinkly from her quaking, ruptured pussy mouth.
"Let's go, man-the light's out," he'd said. He'd looked at her again in a way she would never forget. "Later, baby-I'll get mine later," he'd said, making it a promise that caused her to shiver.
Lola stood in the back of Hugo's van and stared at the solid thrusting line of his prick and remembered all that.
The sight of it made her shiver again, with disgust, with fear, with memory of the sharp pain and the humiliation of being watched and lusted after, as if she were a whore like her sister.
But her body was betraying her once more, just like it had that night, launching her into violent spasms of shameless orgasm.
Her pussy was swimming with slippery juices again. The puffy lips gloated and pouted down from the bottom of her crotch. They spread slightly and uncovered the quaking muscles of her pussy hole.
She braced her feet on the floor of the van to steady herself. Her pelvis tipped forward wantonly toward him with the movement. She watched him lick his thick lips and adjust his glasses again. His hand went to his lap and stroked the heavy pole of his prick through his pants.
"Nice," he choked, the word a sibilant sound again. "Yeah, that's nice cunt, baby. That red fuzz'll get 'em. Hold their attention. Give you a good shot to sell and sell."
Her pussy lips were bloated wide apart now. He stared at them, at the pink, slippery tissues between them at the mouth of her vaginal tunnel. She felt the soft cavern squirm and ooze hot honey from its succulent walls.
He lifted his hand from his crotch. She gasped at the sight of the straining girth of his prick inside his pants. He shifted on the low bunk, and she shrank back from him, certain that this was the moment when he would get off it and come grab her and throw her down and fuck his heavy prick into her cunt.
But he extended his finger and pointed toward a trunk. "Look through there. Pick out a dress, baby. Put it on. Lemme see what you look like."
His voice had changed. It wasn't irritable and bossy any more. It was raspy with lust. His finger trembled as he pointed. His cock jerked and throbbed in his pants.
Her breath whistled between her lips with a sigh of relief. Maybe ... just maybe he wouldn't fuck her after all.
She went to the trunk quickly and opened it. She bent over and stared at the pile of clothing inside. She could feel his eyes riveted to the deep crack of her ass.
Her pussy lips pouted down from her crotch. Her anus pulsed its rubbery, pink-brown mouth, making little kisses toward him that she couldn't stop.
She fingered through the clothing. Her pussy squirmed again, the sensation deep and disturbing and thrilling despite herself. Her cunt mouth sucked and drew and betrayed the quantity of slippery juice flowing from inside her body.
She found a lime green mini. It was very short. It was cut low in the front. There was a wide black belt with it that would accentuate the narrow pinch of her waist and the flare of her hips and round ass.
She slipped the dress over her head quickly, snugging it down over her hips. Her pussy lips fluttered, as if telling her that she was lacking her panties like a naughty girl-like a whore. Her tits thrust against the material, the nipples spiked and throbbing with sensation.
"That's it," he said huskily. 'God, that's perfect. That's the dress. Turn around, baby, and let's see the ass."
She spun slowly. The bright green material pulled tightly over the taut, round swells of her butt cheeks.
"Okay. Now-sell me something," he said.
He pushed a display case toward her. It was nearly the size of a small suitcase. He stared at her and licked his fat, wet lips and stroked his trembling prick through his pants.
She looked into the case. There were the toilet articles she'd expected-the soaps and colognes and powders. Most of them were for women, a few for men. The girl she'd met yesterday who'd told her about Hugo and the selling job had mentioned them.
She looked at him. He gave her an encouraging nod. She picked up a bar of soap. She tried to ignore the throbbing shaft of his cock as she went into a sales pitch. She tried to ignore the way her pussy petals bloated and shrank and opened again as the hem of the short dress flapped about them and tickled the satiny under curves of her sweet ass.
Her tits pushed at the fabric as she gestured. Her hips and ass drew the material tight around her body, displaying it more than hiding it. She felt doubly naked inside the dress.
"Not bad," he said when she'd finished.
"Do I get the job?" she questioned hopefully.
She saw the way he was looking between her thighs. He could see up under the hem of her dress to the slippery, honey-coated lips of her inflamed pussy.
It would be an easy job. Sell some items, collect the commission from Hugo. No names, no ID, no references. Just enough cash to stay alive and in hiding.
"That's only the back-up line of goods," Hugo said.
He reached into the case and removed two trays of toiletries. He let her look at the rest of the contents.
"This is the front line-the stuff you'll be selling for real. Gimme a demonstration again, and then I'll tell you if you've got the job."
He sat back and grunted lustfully. He stroked his straining prick openly through his pants, not caring that she watched. He gazed at the points of her spiked nipples and under the skirt to the rusty fuzz between her thighs.
He unzipped his pants with a small groan.
Lola heard the soft sound and saw the movement of his hand. His prick sprang free and throbbed thickly in his meaty fist.
Her pussy shuddered wildly. She glanced away quickly, not wanting to see his prick, not wanting to remember how it had been with Ron. Her gaze went to the display case, and her eyes bulged.
She gasped audibly and sucked in her breath to the bottom of her lungs. Her pussy trembled, her thighs shook. She stared and stared, and her butt cheeks clenched together tightly with rhythmic spasms that made her shiver all over in a tiny orgasm.
She'd never seen so many pricks in her life. The case was full of them, all shapes and sizes and colors and kinds. Wires came from some of them, going to little control boxes. There were bumps and knobs and wiggly things molded all over them.
There were vibrators that attached to the hand and others shaped like cocks. There was a monstrously long double-dicked cock coiled up inside. It sent another wave of shivering through her terribly heated body.
"Oh!" she gasped. It was all that would come out for a long moment, until she could catch her breath again.
She looked at him again. His cock jutted from the gap in his pants. It was heavy and dark and swollen, and a bush of black hair fuzzed from the root.
He wrapped his hand around the thrusting shaft and grinned wetly at her, jacking himself slowly.
"That's the real stuff, baby," he said huskily. 'That's what I want you to sell. But you've got to know how to demonstrate the goods, and that's what you're going to do for me now."
"Demonstrate? ... " Lola gasped.
Her pussy quivered nearly out of control. He was gripping his cock. She moaned and suddenly didn't care either. She slipped her hand under the hem of her skirt and squeezed her pussy tightly, feeling the wetness ooze from between her bloated, shivering cunt lips and fill her palm.
"Yeah," he rasped huskily. "Pick out a cock and show me how great it would be to own one. Demonstrate for me, baby ..."
Chapter Two
"Ohhhhhhh, God ... " Lola moaned quaveringly.
She shook her twat up and down, as if that would make the itching tingles go away. It made them stronger instead, and she gasped again and again and stared at the case full of pricks.
"You go to the door," Hugo said, telling her how it would be. "You ring the bell. The housewife comes to the door in her curlers and floppy slippers. The old man's off at work, and he's dicking his secretary or the file clerk on the side. The housewife's bored and starved for a big strong prick in her frustrated cunt. You're offering her an end to her boredom and horniness with my line of personal goods."
"But ... "
He licked his lips and watched her fingers squeeze and twist at the lips of her pussy, and his palm rolled over the expanded head of his cock.
"She'll be shocked, maybe. Those things in there aren't supposed to be nice. So it's up to you to convince her that fucking her hungry cunt down over one of those cocks is the nicest way there is to occupy the boring day. The most fun way in the world."
"And I ... you mean you want me to ... "
"Yeah," he half choked, his voice thick with lust. "You demonstrate. You show her how to get the most enjoyment possible out of it. You have yourself a fuckin' ball right there in front of her glazed, hungry eyes. Then she'll buy and buy and fuck herself silly the moment you leave."
Lola looked back into the box. She shivered again. She squeezed her cunt hard, her fingers curling all the way under her crotch to her throbbing asshole. Pussy juice ran from her between her spread cunt petals and filled her cupping palm.
"That-that thing there ... " she gasped.
"Yeah, that's a twat. Complete with hair and a clit that vibrates. That's in case a guy answers the door. Or in case you get a Lez. Or a bi who likes to suck cunt while she's got a cock up her twat."
"Ohhhhh, God ... " Lola moaned softly. The girl yesterday hadn't told her anything about this line of goods to sell.
"Okay, baby-sell me one. Take your pick of prick."
Lola licked her lips. She stared into the case again, her eyes roaming hungrily over the array of sex toys. Her fingers trembled. She wished someone had come to her door about a year ago with one of them. She'd have bought it and fucked it to ribbons, and then she could have spat in Ron's eye instead of coming for him like the horny virgin she'd been.
She moved her hand from her cunt. The palm was puddled with slippery pussy juice. She wiped it on the dress and left a dark stain at the side of her hip. She felt her honey dribbling down the insides of her thighs.
She picked out a wicked-looking cock with knobs on the shaft and balls hanging down below the root. She held it up and ran her fingers along the veined, corrugated length of it. Wires ran to a small control box.
Hugo grinned thickly and made a sound in the back of his throat, his prick throbbing again. "You got good taste," he said. "That's one of the best. Sit over there. Spread your pretty legs and lift back your skirt and show me how much fun it is to fuck it. Make me have to buy one."
Lola sucked in her breath repeatedly. She fumbled with the flesh-like cock with mounting eagerness. She sat on the small seat. She did what he told her to.
This was the test. She had to make it good for him, because she had to get the job. She had the feeling, though, that it wasn't going to be difficult to put on a convincing demonstration for him.
She opened her legs wide. She pulled the hem of the dress back over her bare, drooling pussy. Her pubes were dark and matted with her moisture.
Her cunt lips swelled apart readily, and the silky muscles at her vaginal mouth sucked and pulsed like starving little animals ready to gorge that quaking cunt mouth with stiff meat.
"You push the button to turn it on," Hugo rasped, adjusting his thick glasses again. He licked his lips and grabbed his cock tightly and readied himself for the demonstration.
Lola pushed the button. The cock hummed in her hand, sending tingles through her fingers and up her arm. She felt her tits swell and spike at the ends inside the thin dress.
She pulled the hem all the way up to her waist so that it bunched at the bottoms of her tits, baring her hips and crotch and ass completely.
She understood now why she couldn't wear panties on the job. She stared at the humming cock. The shaft stretched toward her and contracted back again. The head revolved and twisted with a screwing motion.
Her pussy tunnel went wild. She moaned heatedly and leaned back and didn't care anymore that Hugo was staring fixedly at her sweltering, shivering pussy hole.
The cock in her hand was the answer-the ultimate answer. It was the way for a girl to have her cake and eat it too. She could be fucked to her heart's content, and yet she wouldn't have to fuck a man and his spewing, raping cock.
It was something she was going to be able to sell with gusto.
She parted her thighs widely and placed the tip of the cock at her cunt mouth. It nosed between her bloated, sodden lips, and her eyes shot wide open.
"Ohhhhh, God!" she cried. "It's alive!"
The prick stretched and screwed between her puffy, slippery pussy lips. It nudged into the silken ring of her vaginal mouth. It stretched partway up her pussy tunnel and drew back again, the head swinging wide inside her cunt and touching every oiled, silken convolution there.
Her hips shuddered, and her asscheeks clenched tightly. Her butt scooted to the edge of the seat, and her pussy lifted high up, sucking open with a liquid, heady sound.
She held the cock in both hands as if ready to stab herself with it. She felt it writhe and stretch. She fed it slowly into the satiny hole in her crotch, pushing it up her body, feeling it surge forward and retract and screw and twist.
"Ahhhhhhhhgh!" she cried tightly, breath rushing from her lungs in a hoarse gasp.
She didn't even have time to fuck it all the way to the back of her heated shivering cunt. Her pussy walls expanded to form a great cavern. Honey dripped from them and swirled about the twisting shaft and bubbled from her bloated lips.
Then her cunt collapsed with a rush. Her whole body seemed to crash down with a spasmic crunch. Her pussy muscles clamped tightly around the working shaft and shuddered violently. She let out a hearty squeal and thrashed wildly with orgasm.
"Ah! Ahhhhhhgh!" she yelled. "God, oh God I'm coming! Again! Ohhhhh, so much harder than with Ron! Ohhhhh, I love it-love it! Ahhhhhhhgh!"
Electric jolts shot through her and threatened to black her out. She tossed and bounced and lifted her knees up and down and felt as if she were being shaken by big hands.
It was a glorious sensation. It was ten times better than what Ron's raping, painful, stabbing cock had made her do. There wasn't any worry about what her sister would say when she found out that Lola had fucked her boy friend. There wasn't any threat of being passed from Ron to Fats to evil Lew.
There was only Hugo watching her now, gasping and bucking his hips up and down, his prick straining tremblingly from the gap in his pants, but she didn't mind. He was supposed to watch.
"That's it-that's it!" he cried. "God, that's it! I'll buy it, I'll buy that cock! Show me another one, baby-quick!"
His fat lips drooled with saliva. They shone slickly. His black eyes were like B-B's behind the thick lenses. He gripped the edges of the bunk he was sitting on and made his prick thrust straight up from his lap. He didn't dare touch it.
Lola watched his cock tremble and throb. It looked ready to stream cum across the van toward her slobbering pussy. The fiery tip swelled pulsingly with each throb of the heavy shaft.
She felt the fleshy cunt-throbber screw and vibrate in the depths of her body. She moaned and shivered and felt the tingles her orgasm had released go all through her body.
She watched Hugo with sudden wariness, because he was so ready and because she felt so terribly vulnerable. But he didn't make any threatening moves to get up and rush over and fuck her.
She didn't know why. She couldn't understand how he could sit there and throb all over. Ron would have thrown her down and fucked her three times by now.
But she was happy that he was pleased with her demonstration. She squeezed with her tight cunt muscles around the fucking, humming shaft and reached into the case again, willing to demonstrate as many of his toys for him as he wanted.
As long as he stayed where he was and didn't fuck her. As long as she got the job. As long as his toys made her blow her pussy inside out when she came like that.
Her fingers roamed over the flesh-like tubes in the case. She leaned back against the side of the van with her eyes half closed, not even looking at them.
She picked one out and drew it from the case, shivering with the tingling sensations still rippling through her heated young body. She looked at the cock she'd withdrawn.
"Ohhhh, it's so small," she moaned.
"Yeah," Hugo gasped, his prick throbbing anew. "That's the one, baby-fuck that one."
"But ... " She started taking the stretching, humming, revolving-headed cock out of her pussy to do what he told her. She would fuck it. But it was going to be a letdown to slip that little thing up her twat after the wild one that was in her now.
"No, no-leave that in your cunt," Hugo rasped.
She looked at him. He wanted her to fuck two cocks up her tight, virginal twat at once?
"But how ... "
"That's a butt plugger," he grinned shakily. "You stick it up your ass!"
Her eyes shocked open. She shivered again. Her anus pulsed, and her cheeks clamped together protectively.
"Hey, listen ... "she gasped, her voice wary and shaky. "I've never done anything like that before, Hugo. I-I don't ... "
"You want the job?" Hugo squeaked with agitation.
"You know I do!"
"Then shove it up your ass and let me watch it fuck you! Christ, baby, if you can handle both at once, you'll make a fortune selling the combination to all those horny housewives! Just look hot. Like the last time, just look hot as hell!"
Lola sucked in her breath and stared at the fake prick. It was shorter and skinnier than a prick should be. It looked like a young boy's prick, smooth and tight and hairless.
The end of it was smoothly rounded, with a gentle taper along the slim shaft. She shivered again, able to feel it slipping into her throbbing, virginal asshole just by looking at it.
The prick in her pussy was still whirring and humming and screwing around against her slippery cunt walls. It kept her in a constant state of ecstasy.
Her clit stretched from the top of her red-fuzzed cleft. The root of her little organ was thick and pulsing. The tip fairly screamed with heat.
She tipped her head back and ran the tips of her fingers over the skinny cock again and moaned shudderingly.
"Ohhhh, I've never ... I don't know if ... oh, God-I'm so hot! So hot!"
"Then do it baby-just put it up against your cute little asshole and let it do the rest," Hugo rasped huskily.
She knew he could see it. She watched him stare fixedly between her quivering thighs and spasming buttocks at the red-brown, puckered little mouth.
She felt her asshole suck inward and pulse out again, and her pelvis rocked upward, lifting her twat high. She drew her knees up and hooked her heels over the edge of the seat, and the round swells of her ass flared openly.
Her pussy lips shuddered and sucked around the writhing, churning cock inside her. Her pubes nearly shot straight up from her cunt mound from the electricity inside her heated body.
She rocked back and lifted her asshole higher, so that it was totally exposed and accessible.
She gasped repeatedly, as if she couldn't quite catch her breath. Her cunt pulled and drew at the prick inside it. Her hands went between her trim thighs and widespread knees, and she tipped the smooth, pointed end of the little prick toward the deep cleft between her round, tight cheeks.
"Oh! Ohhhhh, God ... " she moaned quaveringly.
"Put it ... touch it against ... ahhhhh, yes! Like that! Ohhhh, the look on your face right now! Baby, I'll buy it already! Before you even fuck it! God!"
Lola barely heard him. Her pulse hammered so hard it was like a drum in her ears.
Her fumbling, stroking fingers had twisted the base of the thin prick so that it was throbbing and humming right against her virginal asshole and sparking electricity up her butt.
Her pussy muscles jittered and quaked. They sucked around the twisting cock and made the end of it sticking out of her distended hole bob up and down.
Her hips twisted from side to side as her startled asshole opened and closed and nibbled at the smooth tip of the humming little prick pressed against it.
"Wait-wait!" Hugo gasped suddenly. "Don't fuck it up your butt yet!"
He puffed harshly. His prick looked ready to explode, it was so swollen. He licked his lips and didn't even mop the beads of sweat popping from his forehead.
"Get off the seat. Get on your knees and lean over it. Stick your ass out toward me so that I won't miss anything. Yeah-you can do it that way on the housewife's couch or chair. Let me see that thin prick slide right up your asshole!"
"Ohhhhh, God ... " Lola moaned, tossing her head with incredible passion.
"You gotta show her everything, baby- everything! You gotta make it super plain to her what her own asshole and cunt will do when she's bought my toys. She's gotta see every wrinkle, every drop of juice, every suck and quiver. Now get on your knees and show me what you're going to show her!"
He fairly panted. He leaned forward slightly, adjusting his glasses again, pushing them up his sweaty nose.
Lola moaned and shivered. She didn't want to take the little smooth prick from her anal mouth, but she did it.
She slipped off the seat and got onto her knees. The skirt slid down over her round, thrusting ass, and she pulled it up past the middle of her back.
Her tits popped free of the garment and jutted down from her chest. She felt the nipples slide against the material on the seat and looked down at them.
She couldn't believe what she saw. They were longer and stiffer and darker than she'd ever seen them. They spiked from the smooth ends of her firm tits like small pricks ready to spurt something warm and sweet from their tips.
She shivered again and moaned and pressed the firm cones against the seat to try to contain the sensation in them. Her pussy shivered around the humming, writhing cock, and she nearly came.
"Spread your legs-let me see your asshole!" Hugo gasped.
Lola did it. Her cunt lips bloated down and apart from her crotch. The end of the dildo jutted from her hole and twisted slowly. Juice dripped from it onto the floor between her knees, and a shiny string began sliding down one of the wires.
"Beautiful! God!" Hugo gasped. "Spread your asscheeks now! Put that little cock against your asshole and give me a demonstration, you sweet-cunted doll!"
Lola was thrilled. Not just by the sensations raging through her young body. He liked her. He was going to hire her. She could just tell he would!
She held the vibrating prick between her fingers and reached behind her butt with both hands to pull her tight cheeks apart. The cleft between them was deep and shadowy, rounded and smooth. Her winking, pulsing asshole made a starburst of lust that begged to be plugged.
She manipulated the small prick and got the rounded tip of it against her quaking anus. Sensation jolted through her body again, and her asshole went wild, sucking and pulling.
The tip nosed into her rubbery, tight hole. She didn't even have to push. Her butt sucked it up. She felt the mouth stretch wider and wider.
The flesh-like end was tapered so gently and smoothly that there was no uncomfortably sudden stretch of her virginal ass mouth. It simply slid up her ass with vibrating tingles and a stuffing sensation that made her cunt throb and leak a stream of warm honey.
"Ahhhhh!" she moaned, pushing her tits into the seat to keep them from exploding. "Ohhhh, it's fucking me up the ass! God! I've never felt ... ahh-hhhhhgh!"
She was right there. Her whole body was swelling and pulsing. The waves were going to come crashing through her at any instant, hurtling her into a maelstrom of orgasm.
There was a sound behind her. The trembling dildo slipped backward out of her asshole. She heard Hugo's gasping intake of breath and felt his hand on her wrist.
His palms flattened against her asscheeks, spreading them even wider. Then she bleated with a strange mixture of lust and fear and sensation as she felt the hot, slippery, velvety touch of something hard against her quaking asshole.
"Ahhhh-no!" she cried throatily. "Don't fuck me! Don't fuck my asshole!"
"God! Tight! Ahhhhgh! Ohhh, you're hired- you're hired!" Hugo gasped.
He pushed forward. His prick stretched and throbbed and leaked profusely from the tip. The wad of slippery oil was nearly as profuse as if he'd shot his load against her butt hole.
Lola tried to buck and resist. He put his meaty hand in the middle of her back and held her down. He pushed forward with his hips and his heavy prick.
Her asshole sucked and pulsed. Then it screamed.
It stretched around the wide-mushroom-shaped head of his cock. The big wet knob widened the tight, rubbery mouth beyond belief. Lola's ass shook and heaved.
Her pussy sucked and pulled at the dick still writhing inside her body, and she felt as if her whole bottom had swelled to twice its normal size.
"Yaaaaaagh! It hurts!" she bleated. "Ohhhhhh, your cock's too big! God, don't ... AHHHHHHGH!"
Pain blasted through her butt. The big knob of his cockhead popped through the tight, virginal circle of her anal muscles. The bumped shaft rippled over the tender ring and pushed into her tight rectum, shoving deeper and deeper.
She clawed at the seat. She felt as if she could jump out of her skin and clamber up the side of the van to get away from the reaming pole of his cock.
But she couldn't get away at all. Her ass trembled and shook. She felt the cock shaft stretch her tunnel wide as it went in and in. She felt the terrible stuffiness of the fake prick in her cunt as its writhing, stretching motions were nearly stalled by the heavy shaft on the other side of her pussy wall. "Ohhhhh, what a tight ass!" Hugo gasped, puffing against her back.
He leaned up against her butt, mashing the round cheeks with the fronts of his thighs as he plowed all the way into her body and let his cock tremble there.
The mechanized dildo massaged the bottom of his shaft so that he didn't even have to fuck back and forth in her butt. Her pulsing, sucking anal ring did the rest.
"God, hang on, baby!" he gasped. "Here it comes! All of it! Right up your ass! Ohhhhh, fuck-are you ever hired! Yes! Now! God, now! Ahhhhhrrrgh!"
He lunged against her tender butt. His hands flew around her body and clamped over her straining, firm tits and held them tightly. He shuddered against her, and his prick bucked and jerked and began hosing an enema of white heat up her ass.
"No! No! Ohhhh! You're coming up my ass! Oh-hhhh, I'm being fucked all over! God! Ahhhhhhhhgh!"
Lola shook her head savagely, her red hair flying in a whorl of shimmering silk. Her pussy sucked and spasmed around the whirring dildo, and her asshole beat and flapped around the thick pole rammed up it.
She felt the white-hot flood of his sperm hose into her virginal tunnel, and her body went wild with shaking and shuddering.
Her butt cheeks clamped tightly around his heavy root and transmitted every throb and pulse of his orgasm through her body, adding excitement and strength to her own climax.
Savage spasms gripped her and shook her and made her into a blob of pliant putty. Her mouth fell open, and the saliva drooled from her full lower lip as she groaned and moaned and shuddered as if she would never stop.
Hugo collapsed against her back finally. His prick shriveled inside her ass. It slid out of her tight, shivering hole, drawing a string of sperm with it.
He puffed heavily and went back to his cot and lay back on his back to catch his breath. His dick lay limply along his belly, then, and the front of his pants was stained with the pussy juice that had slopped against them.
Lola rested on her elbows and knees. She panted with whimpering sounds. Her butt was throbbing with a dull ache. The mechanical prick went around and around inside her cunt, not wilting like a real cock at all.
She groaned and reached between her thighs and pulled it gingerly and slowly from her pussy. It came out with a wet sound. The head continued to snake around. It was shiny with cunt juice.
She pushed the button to shut it off. The van was silent, then, but for the breathy roar of the air conditioner. She tried to stand. Her knees were rubbery and weak. Sperm ran out of her asshole, and pussy juice dribbled down the insides of her thighs.
The dress slid down over her tits and waist and hips and covered her pussy. Her hair was in disarray. She leaned against the wall of the van and turned and looked at the stretched-out form of her new boss.
"That was dirty trick, Hugo," she said, her voice weak and quavering. It didn't carry much conviction.
He waved his hand toward her. "You're hired. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? Baby, you're going to make both of us a fortune. Don't get pissy before you even start."
She drew in her breath and restrained herself from responding. She couldn't afford to jeopardize the job now by telling him what she thought of him for fucking his big, dirty cock up her ass and leaving that mess of sperm in her.
"When's that?" she said instead. "When do I start?"
"Tomorrow morning. You can have that case there. Be sure to keep the legitimate stuff on top and the panels folded down to hide the pricks. In case a cop wants to see."
Lola went stiff. "Cop?"
He looked up at her. He sat up and grinned slowly. "Don't worry about it," he said. "I'll cover for you as much as I can."
"What makes you think I need any covering?"
"Because you came to me for a job, sweetheart," he said. "I don't even know your last name, remember? And I don't want to know it. I don't know what you've done and don't care. All I want from you is to stick that pussy and ass of yours into the bored housewife's face and make them do what they just did for me. I want you to sell."
Lola sighed heavily, her breath catching in her throat. "Listen, Hugo I need ... "
"Yeah, Yeah," he said, reaching for his back pocket. He took his wallet out and fished for a bill. "You need some cash to eat on tonight and a place to stay. They all do."
He handed her a ten. "Here. Against tomorrow's sales."
She looked at the bill. She took it. She looked at him. She didn't know whether to be offended or not. By rights, he should have paid for the pleasure of raping her virginal ass.
But then that would make her as much a whore as her sister.
"Thanks," she said. '
"Be here at eight tomorrow. We'll go over the procedure and the prices and some things you should know. I think I'll drop you off in the King's Point area. The rich biddies will go for a fresh young thing like you."
It was like a slap in the face. "King's Point?" she said, suddenly trembling. "No. Not there. Anywhere but there. I can't go there."
Hugo studied her for a long moment, seeming to penetrate her skull with the B-B eyes.
"I make the choices," he said evenly. "I decide where you're going to sell. You can skip a house or two if you want. But I want some of that money they've got over there. The more I make, the more you make, understand?"
King's point was where the old biddy's house was. She didn't dare go onto the estate and ring the bell and stand face to face with her.
Or maybe Wanda would be there, fucking the old biddy's husband. She would tell Ron, and being caught by them would be as bad as being caught by the police.
Maybe worse.
"Hugo, I can't go there! she cried.
He said nothing. Only stared. She read the choices on his face. She could go where he said, or she could go to hell.
She fingered the ten dollars. Her empty stomach growled. She sighed and looked away from him.
"Don't forget to show up tomorrow," he said. "Remember-I know where to look for you. With the cops looking high and me looking low, baby, there's nowhere for you to hide."
"I-I'll be here," she said.
Chapter Three
She got out of the van. The mid-morning sun was bright and warm. She stood on the sidewalk under the shade of a gnarled live oak, shrouded with curtains of Spanish moss, and she watched Hugo drive off in the van.
She looked at her watch and sighed. He wouldn't be back to pick her up until late afternoon. She hefted the case in her hand. It would be damned heavy by then.
She glanced down the quiet, tree-lined residential street and decided to start with the first house. She stepped from under the shade, her bright, short mini brushing at the very tops of her thighs, just beneath her pussy.
She felt very strange. Her pussy was naked and air fanned over the puffy lips as she walked and made her pubes tickle slightly.
Memory of the big meal last night and the breakfast this morning sat well with her. It felt good to eat again. And she felt well rested after a night in a decent bed.
She was feeling differently about Hugo today. He wasn't a bad guy after all. His instructions to her this morning had been businesslike and to the point. He'd acted as if he'd never fucked his wad into her ass yesterday, and she'd decided to be grown up about it and act the same way.
There was a manner about him that reminded her of her father a little. She'd loved her father. They'd had many close times together before he'd died. A much better relationship with her than with Wanda. Maybe that's why Wanda was a whore now.
Thinking of her father brought the old park back to her mind. They'd gone there many times. He'd pushed her in the swing and laughed as she'd gone around and around on the little merry-go-round.
They nearly always built a fire in one of the small barbecue pits around the picnic area and roasted hot dogs or something for lunch.
She hadn't been back to the park since he'd died, five years ago. Not until last month.
Not until that night.
It was strange. Even at night, with nothing but dim moonlight to guide her after so many years and even that quiet section had become grown over with weeds and the playground equipment had all been moved to the new section-even though the old favorite barbecue pit that was so closely tied in her memory with her father had nearly crumbled to complete ruin, she'd gone straight to it.
She'd found it. She'd moved the loose stones and rotted mortar aside. And she'd hidden the pillowcase of jewels back in the old dead ashes and hot dog drippings of those good years before.
She'd buried them there with the memory of her father, as if entrusting them to his safekeeping, as if knowing that he would forgive her for having them forced upon her that frightening night.
The sounds of chimes coming through the ornately paneled front door brought her back to the present, and she realized she was on the front steps of the first house.
She gripped the case tightly. She sucked in her breath when she heard steps approaching the other side of the door. It opened. She smiled broadly, forcing it. Her knees shook.
The woman opened the door. She was smartly dressed, in her early fifties. Her eyes flicked coolly up and down Lola's figure, pausing a moment on the case.
"Yes?"
Lola switched on the memorized speech. "Good morning, my name is Lola, and I have some lovely and interesting personal items I would like to-"
"I'm not interested, thank you."
The door shut firmly and positively in her face. Lola stared at the ornate panels with her mouth open and the speech going all jumbled in her mind.
It was like a physical slap in the face. It left her stunned. It made her want to walk away from the house and drop the case and keep walking.
She turned away. She went stiff-legged down the walk, glancing back once as if unable to believe it had really been that quick and final. She'd never been rejected so totally in her life.
She went down the street and passed by the next three houses. She sat in the grass of the fourth one. It tickled her naked ass. She felt a bug crawl over one cheek and into her crack and over the other. Her palms were icily damp in the heat.
The rustling leaves and the cool green of the grass and bushes around her made her remember sitting in the park with her father, and tears stung the backs of her eyes.
She was alone. Really alone. The past five years of living with her sister and her mother had been only existence, and she hadn't known it.
She knew it now. She couldn't ever go back home. Wanda would turn her over to Ron. Her mother would turn her over to the police. She had no friend in the world right then but Hugo.
If she only knew what to do with the jewels-how to sell them ...
She balled her fists. She didn't know. Maybe she would be able to find out. Maybe she could turn them over and go free. Maybe ...
But until then, she had to hide.
And she would have to have money to live. There was no more Daddy to run to. There was nobody but Lola.
She got off the grass and dusted her butt. She squared her shoulders and looked at the front of the house before her. She went up the walk and stared at the bell button with determination. She pushed, holding, it for a longer time than she should have. If it irritated whoever was inside, that was too bad.
Nothing happened. She pushed it again, holding it. A third time, persistently. It worked. The door opened.
The woman had long raven hair, a glossy waterfall cascaded from the top of her head and framed her sultry face and pooled about her shoulders.
She wore a light blue peignoir top, without the nightie underneath. Her eyes were slightly hooded. Strands of hair drifted across her forehead. Her lips were full and red and bruised looking.
She eyed Lola up and down slowly. A faint smile came to her lips. She took a breath, and her ripe, pointed tits thrust against the blue and showed the points of her nipples. They looked spiked and full.
"Yes?"
Her voice was husky and thick, as sultry as her young face and curving body.
Lola gave her opening pitch. The woman leaned against the door and let one thigh emerge from the folds of the peignoir. There was a pattern of red marks on the silky inner surface-like prints from fingers that had been squeezing too hard.
"Carol ... " came a man's voice from inside the house. "Who the hell is it? What are you doing? You can't leave me hanging like this."
Carol turned her head, and her body swiveled slightly. The peignoir robe opened farther, letting Lola see a patch of her raven-furred mound.
It glistened with juice. There was wetness shining along the line of her groin as well. Lola stared and felt her pulse throb slightly. Then she glanced up at the movement in the doorway inside, and her heart stopped beating altogether.
"It's a pretty girl, Pete," Carol said, her husky voice barely concealing a chuckle. "Her name's Lola, and she's selling personal wares. Would you like to see her personal wares, darling? You're certainly showing her yours."
Lola stared. Pete was sandy haired, young, muscular, and completely nude. His prick stood at a high angle of erection, pointing straight at her. It was slick and shiny with Carol's cunt juice, and it throbbed with hunger to finish what Lola had interrupted with her persistent ringing.
"Oh ..." Lola gasped finally.
Pete grinned at her. "Very pretty," he agreed with Carol. "Yeah, bring her in. Hell yes."
"I-I'll come back at a later time," Lola stammered.
Carol's dark eyes went up and down her figure again, taking in the thrust of her pointed tits against the lime green mini, the firm thighs, the pout of her ass, barely covered.
"I won't want to buy later on, honey," Carol said. "It's now or never." She chuckled huskily, opening the door wide with invitation.
Lola took her eyes from Pete's stiff, thrusting shaft. She looked into the dark eyes. She looked at the stiff nipples poking against the filmy blue material.
... whatever you have to sell ...
Hugo's words echoed in her mind. She took a deep breath and gripped the handle of the case. She stepped into the house and heard the door close behind her.
"I-I didn't mean to interrupt," Lola stammered.
"We don't mind," Carol said, hooking her arm through Lola's, guiding her toward Pete and the doorway. "We were just having a little party here. Won't you join us?" she chuckled again.
Lola looked through the doorway. It was a lacy, silky bedroom. The bed was rumpled, the covers spilling over the foot of it. Pete stood just inside, grinning at Lola, making no effort to hide his stiff prick.
"You don't mind if we go on fucking while you show your stuff, do you?" he said, his prick throbbing. "If you do, that's tough. I can't wait."
"I-I ... " Lola gasped, her pussy squirming deep inside suddenly.
Pete wasn't listening. He turned and went to Carol. He put his hands on her shoulders and swept the filmy blue peignoir top from them. The garment whispered down her silky body and left her naked.
Her tits thrust from her chest in wide, firm cones. Her pelt was dark and crisp, nestled in the pink-white hollow of her thighs and pussy mound.
Pete reached up and squeezed her tit firmly, making the dark nipple protrude from the end. His prick stretched upward and pushed into the soft flesh of her mound and lower belly.
He dipped his hips and angled the shaft up toward her pussy, moving his hands to cup her round asscheeks at the same time. He pushed forward and groaned softly.
Lola stared and felt her cunt muscles ripple and shudder as if his cock were sliding into her own cunt. She saw Carol's thighs spread and her knees bow slightly as her pelvis tipped to receive the strong shaft, into her wet, sucking cunt hole.
There was no mistaking that it was happening. The groans and soft sighs told her that. The expression of bliss on Carol's face told her.
"Ohhh, baby ... " Carol moaned softly, wrapping her arms about Pete's neck. "Hold my ass, honey, I'm coming up."
He gripped her firmly. She lifted one leg and then the other, wrapping them about his waist, locking her ankles over his clenching butt cheeks.
Her dark-bushed pussy split wide, and his cock stuffed all the way into it. Her succulent lips spread around the root and made juicy sounds as she rocked gently up and down along the length of his fucking shaft.
She tipped her head back and smiled sleepily and opened her eyes, looking at Lola over his shoulder.
"Mmmmm," she hummed. "Go ahead, honey-open up your case and show me what you're selling. You can sit over there or on the bed or anywhere you want."
Lola licked her lips. They were suddenly full and pouting, and her mouth was dry. Her pussy tunnel squirmed and writhed and began to leak past the naked lips.
A trickle of moisture formed on her inner thighs. There were no panties for her to dribble into, and the juice would run down below the hem of her skirt at any moment.
She turned toward the modern form-fitting chair. She bent and set the case on it, her back to them.
"Pete, look-don't you just love her cute little dress?" Carol chuckled warmly, switching her hips in a circle over his skewering prick.
Pete turned around with her, his hips canted upward, his cock buried completely into the pink, wet, silken maw of her cunt. He looked. His prick stretched and trembled.
"Hell, she could bend over and pick up anything in that dress," he grinned.
Lola straightened quickly, realizing that the hem of the skirt had risen halfway up her naked ass to show them her pouting, wet pussy lips.
Carol turned her head around so that she could look too. Her round, spread ass made slow revolving movements as she pushed up against Pete's hips and slid her pussy up and down his cock.
"To hell with that stuff, honey," she said. "Slip out of your little dress and come join us on the bed. Pete's very good with two wet pussies at once, and I can see that yours is already wet. It's running down your leg."
Lola looked. The telltale streak shimmered. She sucked in her breath. She felt terribly hot. They were fucking so slowly and smoothly she couldn't believe it. Pete wasn't jabbing and punching his cock into her pussy.
He wasn't making her hurt the way Ron and Hugo had both made Lola hurt. There wasn't the animal attack Lola had thought always accompanied fucking. It was like a slow, sensual ballet.
"I ... I've got to show you what's ... I'm supposed to sell some items ... " she stammered. "I've got to!" she gasped suddenly, reaching under her skirt to grip her pussy and shake it.
Shivers trembled all through her young body. It was hard to think. The speech Hugo had made her memorize had fled from her mind. She could only paw through the soaps and colognes with one hand while trying to stop the shameful flow of juice from her pussy mouth with the other.
Carol looked into the case from her elevated vantage point. "Is that all you have in there, honey?"
"N-No," Lola said.
After a moment's hesitation, she lifted the trays out and opened the false compartment containing the array of pricks.
"Ohhhh, Pete-look!" Carol cried. She gasped, and her butt did a quick swiveling of sudden lust.
"Ahhhhh, watch, out!" he croaked, tipping his head back. "Your cunt ... honey, it's going wild! God, you're going to make me come! Ohhhh!"
Carol unlocked her ankles and legs and let her feet rest on the floor. She lifted to her tiptoes and slid her pussy off his trembling, bucking prick just in time.
"Don't come! Pete, don't come!" she said firmly.
He balled his fists. His face contorted and reddened. His prick throbbed and bucked, shiny with cunt juice, the tip expanding and contracting threateningly. After a moment, he had himself under control again.
Carol, meanwhile, had come close to Lola and was bending over, looking into the case, fingering through the array of pricks. She picked out one and held it up, running her fingers over its molded form with an awed expression.
It had rubbery tendrils extending from the broad tip, bumps down the shaft, whiskers at the base that were designed to drive a straining clit to madness when it was fucked all the way into a wet, sucking pussy.
"Ohhhh, Pete ... " she gasped, running her fingers over the whiskers, making them wave and ripple. "Why don't you have these on your cock?"
He looked down at his throbbing shaft and at the way she was fingering the fake prick.
"Hey, come on, honey. What's the matter with my cock? You've never had any gripes before. Come on, put that damn thing down and let me give you the real item."
"I want to try it," Carol gasped softly. She turned it over and around, inspecting it with growing eagerness. "How does it work? Is there a switch or something somewhere?"
"I-I'd be glad to give you a demonstration," Lola gasped.
She hadn't had to offer. She wondered why she had. Carol was ready to try any of them without assistance or demonstration.
She looked at Pete's throbbing cock and knew why she'd offered. He wouldn't stand still and watch Carol fuck herself to glorious orgasm with the dildo. He'd grab Lola and fuck his full prick into her, spewing what would have to be a monstrous load of cum into her nearly virginal cunt.
Carol's eyes hooded, and her nostrils flared with sudden lust. "Yes," she hissed softly. "Give us a demonstration. Oh, Pete, I want you to fuck me while I watch!"
He came up behind her and pressed his throbbing shaft into the crack of her ass. His hands reached around and cupped her pointed, big tits.
His prickhead slid under her crotch and through the enfolding lips of her pussy and stuck out in front, making her pussy look as if it had grown a prick, as if she had both cunt and cock in the same crotch.
The sight made Lola's breath stick in her throat. Her pussy shook wildly inside. She fairly grabbed the dildo from Carol she was so hot.
She went to the wide bed. She sat on it. She flipped the hem of her dress up to her waist and opened her thighs. They both stared at her red-fuzzed, dripping pussy.
"Beautiful!" Pete breathed, sliding his prick back and forth under Carol's steaming crotch.
"Honey, take me to the bed too. Lola, take that dress off. You don't need to hide behind it."
Lola didn't have to be told twice. She was so hot she could hardly sit still. The dildo looked terribly exciting. She could fuck them all day long and love it. Just as long as she didn't have to have a real cock plowing and spurting-into her pussy-or into her ass.
There was another reason she eagerly stripped the dress up over her head and let it fall to the floor in a heap.
She was going to make a sale.
She just knew it. Maybe she would sell more than one prick to Carol. The woman was sensual. She was receptive to experimentation with toys.
The notion that Carol would buy the whole kit from her flared through her mind briefly.
"Nice!" Pete whispered huskily, staring at her bobbing tits, his eyes glued to the spike points of them.
His eyes ran all over her body, taking in the firm tits, the flat tummy, the flaring hips and round, tight young ass. And the rusty, gleaming hue of her pussy fur.
His cock tip oozed a drop of fluid, and he slid the shaft quickly back and forth under Carol's spread, wet twat and wiped the drop onto her silken-tissued cunt lips.
"Ohhhh, Pete-take me to bed! Slide that big prick into my hot cunt and make me come! God, I want to watch her fuck that wicked-looking cock and come with her!"
Carol panted harshly. Her pointed tits heaved up and down. Her hips made fucking motions, and her cunt lips spread around the top of Pete's sliding shaft.
Her gap opened, making a pink, silky parting in the patch of dark fuzz. Her clit thrust from the silken folds like a tiny prick of her own, and it trembled.
Lola stared. She couldn't help herself. She felt her own clit straining forward, and she reached between her parted thighs to touch it with the tip of her finger.
"Oh!" she gasped, feeling jolts go all through her body.
She watched them get into the bed. She was near the foot. They got at the head. Pete leaned against the headboard with his back, his legs in front of him, his prick standing straight up and throbbing.
Carol climbed over him, turning her back to him. She settled her round buttocks down toward his lap. They both faced Lola.
Carol's knees spread apart, and her pussy gap split open, showing Lola everything, the redness, the wetness, the inner surfaces of oiled silk.
Carol moaned and took Pete's thrusting prick in her hand. She guided it. The head touched the lips of her pussy and swelled pulsingly as she made him groan with the heated contact.
"You do it, Lola!" Carol gasped. "Spread your legs. Point your beautiful pussy toward us. Put the head of that whiskered cock to your cunt mouth and sink your pussy down over it at the same time I swallow Pete's prick!"
She gasped. She swirled the head of his blazing cock through the damp silk of her pussy mouth. The muscles and tissues pulsed and sucked greedily.
Lola gasped with terrible heat and let her knees fall apart. Her red-furred cunt spread open. They both stared, seeing partway up into her tight, virginal cunt hole. They saw all the little tremors and pulses of her jittering muscles.
"Ahhhh, hurry up!" Pete groaned. "I can't wait much longer, baby!"
"Do it, Lola-put that thing up against your pussy!"
Lola switched the dildo on. It hummed and throbbed in her hand. The whiskers at the tip and the base waved and shook, and the bumps along the shaft seemed to swell rhythmically.
"Ohhhh, what a cock!" Carol cried. "Damn you, Pete-I feel cheated!"
"We'll see about that!" he groaned heatedly, starting to become jealous of the piece of flesh-like plastic.
He held her tits tightly, making the nipples squeeze through his fingers and go ruby red. He lifted up with his hips and speared her quaking cunt hole with his strong shaft.
Lola watched the stiff meat sink into the oiled, pink depths.
"Ohhhhh, God ... " she moaned,
"Ahhhhh, darling, darling!" Carol gasped.
She settled down on his cock. She sank all the way to the base of it.
"God, you're going to come out my throat!" she gasped.
There wasn't any waiting any more. Lola leaned back against the foot board and shuddered as the whiskery prickhead touched the mouth of her quaking pussy.
"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried tightly, feeling the vibrations go all through her body.
"Fuck it, fuck it!" Carol gasped.
Lola pushed gingerly. The sodden, bloated lips of her pussy spread wide. Her cunt mouth quivered and shook wildly. The shivering half-stiff whiskers on the cockhead tickled her oiled cunt mouth with unbelievable sensation.
Her muscles quaked open, sucking and pulling. The prick slid inward. She fed it all the way up her shaking cunt, feeling every vibration, every tingle emanating; from it.
She stared at the stiff prick sliding wetly in and out of the wet pussy in front of her.
She saw the dangling balls between Pete's legs. They lifted and fell and moved around as if alive inside the sac.
Carol reached down and cupped them and rolled them in her fingers a little while. Pete groaned and fucked his prick up into her all the way again.
She drew her fingers back up along the bottom of his wet shaft, touching it all over, feeling the girth of it, testing with the tips of her fingers how it stretched her pussy mouth wide and slid in and out of it.
Lola did the same thing. She couldn't help herself. She wanted to touch and feel also. In a way, it was like looking into a mirror, watching herself being fucked.
She felt the veins and bumps along the bottom of the vibrating shaft, she felt the wide, wide stretch of her pussy mouth as it quivered and sucked all around the filling girth.
She watched Carol's fingertips slide around in the wet gap of her twat and swirl over the standing prick of her straining clit, and Lola did the same thing to herself.
"Ahhhh, God!" she cried. "Ohhh, I'm so hot!"
"How does that big prick feel, honey?" Carol gasped, sliding her pussy up and down Pete's shaft, rotating her hips and twirling her fingers over her clit.
"Ohhhhh!" Lola cried. "Wonderful!"
"Can you really feel all those tendrils and bumps on it? Are they exciting?"
"Ohhhhh, yes! They're shaking all around inside my pussy! Ohhhh, they poke into the very back of my cunt! God, they're driving me wild!"
"Do it all the way, honey! Push that prick all the way up your cunt and make those knobs at the base shake against your clit! Ohhhh, yes-like that! Can you feel them? What do they feel like? Tell me, tell me!"
"They feel ... ohhhh, God!" she gasped suddenly.
Her eyes popped open. Her whole bottom spasmed wildly. She couldn't believe the sensations shooting through her being.
"Yaaaaaagh! I'm coming!" she cried throatily.
She shuddered violently. She jammed the humming, jiggling prick all the way to the back of her spasming, milking pussy and felt it probe the fleshy protuberances toward her cervix.
The jiggling knobs against her cleft made her clit stretch and strain and feel like rupturing with the intense stimulation they caused.
Her body arched and shuddered and seemed to freeze in a sprung position as a gigantic wave of orgasm ripped through her and electrified all her muscles.
"God! Pete, God-look at her! Ohhhh, I want to fuck one of those! God, Pete-stab me, fuck me! Ahhhhhgh, I'm coming, honey, I'm coming!"
Carol tipped her head back. Her raven hair flowed over Pete's chest. Her pussy mouth sucked all around the root of his thrusting cock and milked it.
Her asscheeks clenched again and again, sucking at his pubes and lower belly, and her big clit stretched straight out and trembled visibly.
Pete gasped harshly and shoved up with his hips. His thighs shivered under her butt. His balls compacted and pumped his big load up his bucking tube and hosed it into her cunt.
"Arrrrrgh!" he growled throatily, hanging onto her pointed, hard tits as if to keep himself from rocketing away.
Lola watched it happen. She saw the pumping balls and working pussy mouth. She saw the pink flesh of Carol's cunt suck inward greedily as they drank up his bountiful flow of sperm.
Then she watched the white sperm that shot backward from the slippery cunt mouth and dribbled down over the walnut-hard balls to the bed.
He'd filled her drenched pussy to capacity. His prick kept pumping and squirting sperm, and she couldn't possibly hold it all in her pussy.
It was thrilling to watch. Lola had to admit that to herself, even though she was just as happy that all that pungent sperm wasn't being hosed up into her cunt. Or into her ass. Or into her throat and mouth.
Still ...
"Ahhhhhgh!" Carol groaned again, emitting a final shudder of utter bliss.
A slow smile crept over her face, and her tits seemed to throb and swell glowingly in Pete's hands.
"Mmmmm, darling-I want to fuck one of those pricks. They look just too much!"
"What's the matter with my prick? You just enjoyed the hell out of it, didn't you? By God, your squeezing wet pussy sure did."
She turned her head and cupped his chin and kissed his lips sweetly. "There's nothing wrong with your prick, darling. I love it. I just want to try one of those. We can play with it some nights. When you come home from one of your meetings, all pooped out. Then I won't have to suffer. I can fuck one of these, and you can watch me"
His cock throbbed inside her cunt, and his expression turned hot. "Yeah," he breathed.
Carol lifted up, her wet pussy sliding along his shaft. The thick organ popped out with a wet sound, and a string of sperm dangled from her cunt lip.
She reached for the case. Lola watched the eagerness in her expression. The prick was still humming and vibrating deep in her pussy, causing tingles to go through her in constant ripples.
She snuck a look at Pete's prick. It was standing up, slick and wet and shiny, the shaft slightly bowed now. His balls were drenched with pussy juice and cum.
He moaned softly and ran his hand over Carol's flared, upturned ass as she bent over the case. His fingers dipped into her deep cleft and slopped through the wetness between her pussy lips. His other hand cupped a dangling, firm tit.
He looked at Lola as he did that. His eyes were soft and liquid. He gazed right between her spread thighs, looking at her red fuzz and the knobby dildo shoved tightly into her quivering, pink hole.
He licked his lips and made his cock throb. He winked at her. Lola sucked in her breath so her tits stood firmly on her chest, pointing to the sides slightly, the nipples spiking again.
A warm, tingly feeling shot through her. It was tinged with fear. She had a feeling.
The feeling was that she was going to get fucked.
"Ohhhhh, this one-this one! God, Pete-look at it! Two cocks! Two at once! Oh, Jesus ... " she gasped.
Lola looked at the device. There was a big fat cock thrusting up from a curved section. It was molded perfectly in the shape of a stiff, throbbing prick.
On the other end of the curved piece was a smaller, skinnier prod, about the size of a boy's cock. It was somewhat flexible, so that it could be adjusted in angle. Wires came from the contraption and went to a small control box.
"Jesus ... " Pete gasped, looking at it, his cock straightening swiftly from its arched slump.
Lola stared at the stiff cock and the way his balls were drawing up in readiness again.
"I-I'll be glad to demonstrate that one for you too, Carol," she said quickly, reaching for it, wanting to be safely plugged in with plastic instead of a spurting cock.
Carol snatched it away with a lust-smeared face. "No way, honey," she said breathily. "I don't need any demonstrations. All I need is room!"
She gasped again and kicked away from both of them and fell onto her back. She lifted her knees and let them fall wide. Her pussy sucked open wetly and greedily, sucking and pulsing.
She tipped her pelvis up, and Lola stared right at the pinkish pucker of her pulsing asshole. She held the double-cocked dildo high and licked her lips.
Then she let out a long, thin squeal of lust and drew it between her open, quivering thighs.
Chapter Four
Her tits thrust upward from her chest and jiggled firmly from the incredible passion within her. Her knees wavered, making her thighs partially close and then open again.
Her pussy meat quivered and sucked steadily, and juice poured from her silken hole, filling the tender, pink pocket at the bottom of her pussy and then overflowing it to dribble between her tightly clenching asscheeks.
Pete gripped his hard prick in his fist and sat erect, bending over slightly to watch his wife. He started sliding his hand up and down his cock, masturbating himself.
Lola looked too. Her pussy spasmed and fluttered around the humming, jerking cock inside her, and she could feel those fleshy knobs going to work again.
She put her hand between her thighs and gripped the base of the false prick and pushed it in and out of her pussy hole. It slid easily, frictionlessly, sliding through the wetness pouring from inside her vagina.
They both stared at Carol. Her hips bucked up and down. Her thighs quivered and shook firmly, the silky inner surfaces gleaming softly.
She fingered the double-pricked dildo. She ran one cock up the insides of her thighs, twirled it over her split twat, then teased her clit with the other cock, the smaller one.
She moaned and sighed. "Ohhhh, it's so real feeling!" She slid the head of the smaller one up and down her slit and twirled it around the muscular mouth of her pussy hole.
"Ohhhh, Pete!" she cried.
"I'm here-I'm here!" he gasped. "All right, that's enough. It's a great toy. We'll buy it. We'll buy all of them. Christ, quit horsing around with that thing now. I've got a hard-on you won't believe when I fuck it into that sweet cunt!"
"No, no ... " she gasped. "I want to fuck it. I want to fuck both of them! God! Ohhhhh, watch me, Pete-I'm going to fuck them into me!"
Pete gasped and jacked his cock faster. He was torn. He wanted to watch his beautiful, sultry wife slide those things into her body. But he also wanted to fuck her.
He licked his lips. He stared, just as Lola was doing. He jacked his prick, and Lola fucked the dildo in and out of her purring pussy, and the two of them got hotter and hotter as they watched Carol begin to blaze.
She twirled the smaller prick around the rubbery ring of her pussy mouth, making wet sounds come slurping into the room. Then she slipped it into her hole and arched up and gasped heatedly.
"Ohhhh, God!" she gasped. "It's good! It's like a little boy's prick! Oh, Pete-I feel degenerate!"
She shoved the small prick up her cunt all the way. The big one arched over her flat abdomen and nosed into her belly button. Her tits shook and jiggled and spiked at the nipples.
She fucked her hips up and down and made her pussy gobble up the small prick. After a moment, it just wasn't giving her enough stimulation.
"The big one! God, I want the big cock up me! Ohhhhh, let me turn this thing on!"
She fumbled frantically for the control box. She pushed the switch. A buzzing filled the room, joining the muted, pussy-muffled hum coming from Lola's twat.
She snatched the little prick from her pussy and slid the big one down her gap, making it hum over her straining, throbbing clit. Her pink pussy hole swam with slippery, hot juice.
The big cock slapped and sloshed into the drenched hole. She tipped her head back so that the cords on her neck stood out and emitted a tight squeal.
"Eeeeee, it's fucking me!"
She pulled inward with both hands. The big cock nosed into her silky flesh and slid up her cunt hole.
Her buttocks clenched and shook, and her pelvis tipped upward, exposing her asshole. It winked and pulsed and kissed the tip of the little cock.
When she pulled inward, the nose of the little one hummed against her asshole and spread it wide and slipped into the tight, rubbery mouth.
They both shot into her body, humming and shaking, sliding deep, both lubricated by the slippery cunt honey.
"Yahhhhh!" she gasped breathily. "I love it! Pete! It's up my cunt! It's up my ass! It's up everything! God! I love this fucking toy!"
Her thighs were split as wide apart as they would go. Her pelvis rocked up and down with tight little motions. Her pussy and asshole sucked and spasmed.
Pete stared and gasped and jacked his prick faster and faster. It was unfair. He had only one prick, and she was getting to fuck two right now.
He glanced straight at Lola's swimming cunt, watching her slip and slosh with the dildo fucking in and out of her pussy, and he knew how he could make up for the imbalance.
He took his hand from his prick and reached for Lola's drenched fingers.
"Take that goddamn phony out of there, baby!" he, gasped. "I've got a real cock for you!"
"Ohhhhh, Pete ... " Carol gasped.
She'd opened her eyes. She watched him crawl over the tight young body of the salesgirl. She didn't know whether to object or not. She couldn't stop pumping the wild, jiggling pricks in and out of her ass and pussy.
She arched her back and gave a long groan of consent. "Ohhhhh, baby-fuck her! God, go ahead and fuck that big prick into her tight little pussy, I don't care!"
"No! No!" Lola cried, trying to back away from him.
She wasn't doing any good at it. He was over her. She was on her back. She could do nothing but look straight up into his lust-filled, sweat-beaded face and shiver.
"Ohhhhh, it's only fair, honey!" Carol gasped. "Let him fuck you! Your toy is fucking me, and it's only fair to let his toy fuck you!"
"No-no ... " Lola gasped, her pussy shuddering and shaking all around the humming, knobbed cock.
"Come on-take that phony prick out of there and let me slip you a real one! Ohhhhh, hurry ... " Pete gasped.
"You've got to ... Ohhhhh, you've got to buy something if I do!" Lola gasped.
"Honey, I'll buy everything!" Carol cried heatedly. "I love it! I love your fucking toys!"
Pete grinned shakily and reached for Lola's dripping fingers. He pulled them away. He gripped the knobbed base of the dildo and started pulling it out of her wet hole.
He watched the way her tight, silky tissues sucked outward after it. Juice ran over the base and his knuckles. The thing shook in his hand, the little vibrations making odd electric tingles go through his fingers.
He could feel the shaft of it jerk and throb as her tight cunt muscles clamped around it.
"What a hot cunt!" he gasped.
"Ohhhh, don't take it out!" Lola gasped, feeling her pussy suck shamelessly after it.
Pete grinned. He watched her hips buck upward and her pussy mouth gobbled and slurp after the vibrating shaft. He heard his wife's moans and glanced over to see the way she was reaming her pussy and asshole out with the double-cocked dildo.
He held the base of the knobby thing and grinned shakily and pushed it back into Lola's cunt all the way, indenting the tissues of her vaginal mouth.
"Ohhhhh, God!" Lola gasped heatedly.
Pete pulled the prick out part way and pushed it back in again, fucking her with it, watching the way her tight hole sucked it up and smacked its lips hungrily for more.
Lola felt very strange sensations shoot through her body. He was over her, grinning down, as if he were really fucking her. But the prick running in and out of her pussy was the knobby, buzzing one, instead of his own.
She felt the tendrils prick into the back of her pussy and threaten to turn the corner into her womb.
"Ahhhhhhgh!" she cried, shuddering violently, her fingers grasping the satin sheet and rumpling it.
Pete gasped. He yanked the vibrating prick from her twat with a big wet sucking sound. Lola gasped and shuddered again. Her eyes popped open.
"Ohhhh, don't fuck me!" she cried.
That was what her mouth said. Her cunt said something different.
It made terribly shameless sucking sounds, and, if it had been able to, it would have screamed with joy when the head of his prick probed into the shuddering, slippery meat.
"Ahhhh, God!" he cried. "It's so hot! Hot cunt!"
He pressed forward. His prickhead nosed into the silky meat of her vaginal mouth. It was slippery there, but it was also very tight.
His cock didn't shoot toward the back of her cunt, as if falling into a tunnel of oiled silk the way it was with Carol's regularly fucked pussy.
He had to push. Firmly and steadily.
"Ahhhhh!" he gasped. "She's skinning my prick, baby! She's peeling the hide right off my shaft!"
"Oh! Oh!" Carol squeaked heatedly, lifting up her head enough to watch.
She saw her husband's hips bearing down between Lola's upraised knees and thighs. She saw his cock nearly bend to a crooked stick as he pushed into her hole.
She fucked the two pricks into her bottom faster and harder and felt herself reaching toward a powerful orgasm.
"Eeeee!" Lola gasped squeakily, her whole bottom feeling as if it were being split open.
Yet it wasn't a painful sensation. Not the way Ron had done it, raping into her virginal cunt. Or the way Hugo had rammed up her ass and flattened her round cheeks.
Pete was gentler with her. There was an instinctive tenderness about the way he pushed his prick into her tight, clinging pussy that made it not hurt.
She shivered all over. Her pussy had time to suck and nibble and taste the broad invader into its depths. Her tissues had time to adjust to it, and they liked what they tasted and felt.
Sensation jolted through her body in unbelievable waves. Her tits hardened and stood firmly on her chest. The nipples spiked and went rubbery and dark red, reaching outward.
Her buttocks quivered and clenched and opened again. She accepted his cock into her body, inch by relentless inch.
"Ohhh, you're fucking ... ohhhh, don't fuck ... ohhhh, oh!" she babbled and gasped.
She shook her head. Her breath didn't come right. She shouldn't be enjoying this cock up her pussy, but she was.
She rolled her head to the side and glanced at Carol's split crotch. She could see everything. The two pricks, sliding in and out of her holes. The juice dribbling from her pussy mouth, down the curve, around the base of the smaller cock to lubricate it and make her asshole shining and wet and slippery.
Her own anus pulsed. She remembered the feel of Hugo's prick there. She remembered the pain of it. She wondered if Pete's big gentle prick would fuck without pain, the way it was doing in her sweltering pussy.
She lifted up her hips suddenly. She let out a sharp cry of passion. She flung her arms around his back and shoulders in a clutch of bliss.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "So big! Fucking my pussy so deep! God I ... "
She squeezed her eyes shut. She bit her lower lip. She clung to his strong, hard body fiercely and stopped herself from crying out that she loved being fucked.
Pete pressed his hips down and down. His cock was throbbing wildly, stretching and pulsing, making its way into her tight, silky tunnel with caterpillar hunchings.
Her rubbery vaginal ring spasmed constantly around the pillar of his shaft, sucking down it toward the very root.
Then he was pressed tightly into her saddling crotch, all the way, his cock imbedded to the fullest. Her pussy was going wild around him. He didn't even have to fuck. She was doing it all with her moving, writhing cunt.
"Ohhhhh, it's wonderful-terrific!" he gasped. "Carol-honey-look! I'm all the way into her pussy! I made it! God, she's going crazy inside her cunt! Baby, I'm going to come in it!"
"Ohhhh, Pete-blast her full, darling! Ohhhh, I can see your balls all drawn up and tight! Honey, look at me-the way I'm fucking both of them at once!"
"Ah! Ah!" Lola cried tightly, shaking her head back and forth. .
She'd never known such intense heat in all her life. She hadn't known it was possible to be so hot.
"God, I can see it, baby!" Pete gasped.
His expression changed suddenly.
His mouth went slack, his eyes wide.. He licked his lips of the saliva that threatened to drool from them. He gasped several times, and his butt cheeks clenched tightly.
He pressed down against Lola's firm, standing tits and gasped again. His hips tried to fuck. They moved back and forth, but his prick wouldn't go with them because it was so tightly clamped by Lola's young cunt muscles.
"Ah! Ahhhhhgh!" he grunted breathily.
Lola gasped with him. She stared with wide eyes up into his face, seeing the slack, surprised expression there.
She felt his prick buck and jerk in the very depths of her pussy, and she knew instinctively that he was going to come.
She didn't want that at first. And then her own pussy went out of control, and she didn't care anymore. Let him hose into her twat. Let him flood her with sperm.
She wanted it now!
"Yes!" she cried. "Ohhhh, yes-fuck me! Fuck me full of hot cum! Blast it in there!"
She tossed her head back and forth. She whimpered and gasped. Her body lifted up and up, meeting the downward thrust of his hips, the stretching length of his cock.
She felt the velvety knob buck at the back of her cunt, trying to nose into her cervix.
The waves started before she was ready for them. Her orgasm seemed to spill from her body, coming in from all angles, growing at odd places and branching quickly to other parts, like jolts of lightning.
Her knees parted wide, then clamped around his hips. Her legs didn't want to stay bent. She flung them straight up into the air and shouted, arching as if impaled by the lancing spear of his sturdy, firmly gentle cock.
"Yaaaaaaagh!" she cried throatily. "I'm comin-nn-g!"
It was harder than the one with the knobby dildo. She knew it was. She arched and froze and shuddered violently. Her pussy sucked and pulled and gobbled, milking his strong shaft until sperm squirted in a thick stream from it and flooded her tight hole.
"Aaaaarrrgh!" he growled, baring his teeth in a grimace of intensity.
His prick jerked and bucked and swelled to twice its big size. The mushroom head fucked and filled the back of her cunt entirely, pushing against the tight, muscular walls and making them throb even more.
Sperm sloshed and hosed into her sodden cunt channel and spurted out between her fluttering lips and the buried root of his cock. She felt it dribble hotly down her upturned asscrack and run over her quivering asshole.
"Pete! Pete! You're coming in her pussy!" Carol gasped. "Ohhhh, God, I didn't ... oh! Ohhhh, you're making me come too!"
She was watching her husband pour and foam into the salesgirl's sucking pussy. She didn't know whether she wanted him to do that or not any more.
She had at first. It had seemed only fair. But, watching now, she felt a twinge of jealousy.
But there wasn't anything to be done about it now. He was coming. He was pouring it to her. He was overflowing Lola's tight little red-fuzzed pussy hole, and she was sucking her cunt all around his cock, milking it dry.
Nothing to do but come herself. Hard.
"Ahhhhhhh-God!" she shouted sharply.
Her pussy clamped down around the vibrating dildo. Her asshole spasmed around the little one. She felt them touch and bump together through the spasming wall between her cunt and her ass, and it was as if they'd made electrical contact.
Sparks seemed to shoot through her whole body. Electric jolt, as if the wiring of the dildo had become crossed and shorted.
Her ass bounced up and down on the bed. "Yaaaaah!" she shouted. Her legs thrashed. Her thighs opened and closed.
Her hands clamped over the curved bottom of the double-dicked dildo and pulled it against her crotch more tightly. The vibrations coming from the two pricks buried in her body made her jangle all over. It felt as if her tits would begin to crackle and big fat sparks would arc between her throbbing nipples.
She pulled against her crotch with both hands and bucked and arched and began rolling over the bed, back and forth, kicking and yowling.
When she finished, she'd ended up on her belly with her hands still cupped to her crotch, her tits buried into the satin sheet, and her flaring, rounded ass jutting up into the air.
Her legs were apart, and Pete and Lola could both see the tight, rubbery mouth of her asshole pulsing around the little prick imbedded in it and still vibrating.
They could see her pouting, slobbering pussy lips flutter about the big cock rammed into her cunt.
Carol turned her head. She looked through hooded eyes at her husband. She opened her mouth. A croaking sound came out of it.
"Buy them all, Pete," she moaned.
She shuddered once more. She twitched. And then her hips began moving up and down as she began to fuck the buzzing cocks once more.
Chapter Five
Lola staggered slightly as she came out of the house, her knees rubbery, her twat lips so bloated and throbbing from being rubbed by thick cock shaft that it felt as if there were something stuffed between her thighs.
She squinted toward the sun and blinked. A shiver ran through her, and her pussy lips pulled together under her short dress with a gentle squeeze.
A drop of cum slithered from her vaginal crack and clung to her cunt lip. Another followed down her slippery cunt channel and joined the first, and they dropped to the heated sidewalk to make a dark stain.
She hefted the case in her hand. It was considerably lighter than when she'd gone in. They'd bought her out.
Everything.
Every prick. Even the toiletries. Even the false pussy.
Pete had slipped his prick into the hairy twat and then had turned it on, letting out a moan. He'd lain back on the bed with his prick thrusting and throbbing into the churning, slippery hole and had let the mechanized pussy fuck him.
When he'd come, he'd thrashed and yelled and blown his wad into it so hard it seemed he would shoot it off the end of his bucking dick.
That had made Carol finger the butt plugger and shove it up her ass while he sucked her pussy off.
Lola went down the walk the rest of the way to the quiet, shaded street. She wasn't quite sure what to do now.
She sat on the grass again and sighed, feeling a marvelous sense of contentment. But the contentment bothered her for a reason she couldn't put her finger on.
A bird sang overhead, and she lay back and looked up at the sky through the leaves. She closed her eyes after a moment. It was like being in the park with her father again. She smiled softly to herself, remembering, feeling good.
Pete had fucked her twice before doing it to the hairy twat. He hadn't even taken his prick out of her pussy. He'd moved slowly, gently, doing that ballet kind of thing in her cunt that he'd done with Carol the first time.
It had been good. Lola had liked it. She couldn't honestly lie on her back right now and face the sky and remember her father and deny that she'd liked it.
If all men fucked that way, she might even get to love being fucked. But no more raping Ron's. No Fats. No Lew. God! Not Hugo, either, even if he did remind her a little of her wonderful, warm father.
She lifted her arm over her face and looked at the cheap watch Hugo had given her. It had stopped running already.
She sat up and shook her arm. It began to run again. She squinted at the sun one more time, trying to judge how late it was. She couldn't. But she knew it was way too early for Hugo to be at the place he was going to meet her.
She sighed again. What to do? She'd sold her whole kit. The case had nearly three hundred dollars in it now. And fifteen percent of it was hers.
She did a little arithmetic. A little better than forty dollars for a few hours of delightful fucking. Wanda would snort with scorn at that.
Lola gave fleeting thought to getting up and walking-as far as she could get with the three hundred dollars. That would get her plenty far away from all of them.
The idea grew in her mind. She already had the police, Ron, Fats, and Lew after her. What would Hugo matter?
She stood up, picking a leaf of dead grass off her ass as she smoothed down the back of her skirt. She glanced guiltily up and down the quiet street, and that was when she saw the car.
It was parked over on the other side of the street, up the block. A man sat in it. He seemed to be watching her.
He was in his mid to late thirties. His build was slight, his hair brown and full, without being long.
She stared at him. His image swam before her eyes. She felt as if the world were turning around and spinning her off into another dimension. She clutched her hand to her throat and nearly cried out his name, even though she knew in the rational part of her mind that the man couldn't possibly be her father.
She stared and gaped. Her mouth fell open. Her pulse raced. It wasn't! It couldn't be! He was dead!
She gasped quickly. Was it a trick? Was somebody playing a foul, rotten trick on her?
She turned her body, but her head wouldn't quite turn around with it. She started walking away, clutching the case with a steely grip. She walked faster, looking over her shoulder at him all the while.
The car started up. It moved away from the curbing toward her, coming slowly down the quiet, shaded street. She began to run.
Somehow, the scenery impressed her mind. Ron and Fats and Lew had been running down this same street. Only it was night then. She had driven down it, just as the man was doing, only she had the pedal to the floor and the jewels in the front seat beside her, and the blue dome light had been slashing back and forth through the foliage from the car speeding up behind them all.
It was a cruel trick!
The car pulled alongside her, and then the man stuck his head through the window and spoke to her.
"Hi, can I give you a lift back to the hotel?"
She stopped. She couldn't outrun a car. She panted and stared at him. It wasn't her father. Up close, she could see that. His eyes were blue, his face wrong somehow. The voice wasn't her father's either.
"You did just move into the Burgess, didn't you?" he asked, smiling. "I thought I recognized you. I'm the guy with the sack of groceries, remember? Down the hall?"
Lola took a deep breath and let it out. Her heartbeat slowed. "Oh. Yes, I remember," she said, smiling with relief. "I thought ... "
"Yeah, I don't blame you. It isn't too safe out any more, even in a neighborhood like this. But I'm harmless. Come on, I'll give you a lift back."
He opened the door for her. She saw the watch on his arm. Hugo wouldn't be around for over four hours. She could go to the hotel and walk to the shopping center when she thought he would be back. She looked at the friendly smile on the man's face and got into the car.
He stuck out his hand. "Dick Peters," he said, grinning slightly. "Honest."
Lola smiled. "Lola," she said, catching herself before blurting out her last name.
They chatted on the way. He was easy to talk to. Nearly too easy. Just the way her father had been. She still couldn't get over close resemblance to him. She felt the feeling of utter loneliness a few moments ago fading away.
He sold insurance, he said. He named a company that meant nothing to her. Wasn't it strange that they were both selling in the same neighborhood that afternoon?
"Toiletries," Lola said when he asked. "I sell toiletries."
"In that dress?" he grinned, glancing toward her lap.
She looked down. The tops of her thighs were totally bare. The hem of her dress had slid all the way back to her groin. Tufts of red pussy hairs curled out from under it.
"What's the matter with this dress?" She made no move to pull the hem down or to keep her tits from thrusting against the thin fabric.
"It looks like one Hugo Girtman would put you in. You one of Hugo's girls?"
She turned her head and stared at him and blinked. "How would you know that?" she asked, a thrill of alarm chasing through her.
He looked back at the road and turned the corner into the hotel parking lot and stopped. "I see them around," he said. "I see nearly everybody in my job." He looked at her and grinned. "It's nothing to me if you work for Hugo. Come on, I'll buy you a drink. You old enough? Oh, hell-sure you are."
They went into the hotel and rode up the elevator. He opened the door to his room and invited her in. She hesitated. He was friendly and frightening at the same time. He knew too damn much.
"Let me put this case in my room first," she said. She went down the hall. As she opened the door, he was suddenly behind her, coming in with her.
"Don't look that way," he said. "I'm not going to take your money in the case. You earned it. I'm not interested in the case. I'm interested in you."
It had been a lecherous remark. He spun her around to face him. He was going to pull her against his chest and feel her tits and swollen ass and reach up under the skirt to finger her wet pussy.
She felt all that. She was ready to kick and fight off a rape. But then their eyes locked, and they looked at each other for a long moment.
It was as if her father's eyes had turned blue and his voice had mellowed. It was as if she'd known him a long, long time.
He pulled gently, and she came against him, letting her body be enfolded in his arms. When she closed her eyes, they were her father's arms again, and she was safe and not lonely any more.
"Oh, Dick ... " she whispered.
His arms relaxed, dropping from her waist and hips. "I ... God, Lola, I ... can't. You're different from the others. You're not really as old as you look, are you? God, what's happened to you that you have to work for a prick like Hugo?"
"Oh, don't ask-don't ask! It doesn't matter! Hold me! Oh, it feels so comforting to have you hold me!"
He sucked in his breath. He wasn't an iron man. The way she pushed her braless tits against his shirt and ground her hips and pussy against his crotch was enough to make his hands cup around the firm swells of her tight little ass and pull her middle against his.
He held her. He brushed his lips over the red silk of her hair! He looked down at the sprinkle of freckles on her shoulders and the young, baby-smooth features of her pretty face and full lips.
"Lola, this ... I'm old enough to be your father."
Her heart pounded. She lifted up on her toes and stretched her neck and made her soft lips part, reaching for his. When he didn't come down to kiss her, she cupped the back of his head and pulled his mouth against hers with a tiny cry.
He didn't need any more urging. His lips mashed against hers, and his warm tongue slid between them and found hers. A hand slid from her round butt cheek around the side of her hip.
It came up under the dress, drawing the material above her heated mound. He cupped her twat and squeezed gently, and she knew from his touch that it wasn't going to be rape.
She opened her eyes. She shut them again quickly. Her heart raced. She felt very strange. It was as if her father were kissing her and squeezing her pussy and feeling her ass.
"Oh, God ... " she gasped.
"Lola, we don't have to ... "
"Hold me! Ohhh, fuck me!" she cried breathily, clinging to him.
He held her. He ran the zipper down her back and stripped the lime dress from her young body. He sucked in his breath with awe when he looked at her nakedness. He picked her up in his arms and carried her toward the shower and put her down.
"I want to start fresh," he said softly.
She liked that. It sounded poetic. She watched him strip and stared at his prick. It was rigid and thrusting up toward her. It wasn't huge, the way Pete's had been. It wasn't a raping prick, the way Ron's had been. It wasn't a fat pole like Hugo's. It was a good prick. It was the kind her father would have had, strong and tender at the same time.
She soaped his prick under the shower. She ran her slippery hands up and down the length of it. She cupped his balls and felt them roll in her fingers.
She couldn't get enough of his body. She ran her soaped hands over his buttocks again and again, watching the bubbles tangle in the hair of his legs as they were washed down his body.
"Lola-Lola ... " he gasped. "This is madness. This isn't supposed to be happening. It isn't supposed to be this way ... "
He put his hands under her arms and lifted her. Her face turned toward the spray. She closed her eyes and smiled against the flow of water, feeling the way it plastered her hair against her head and ran from her face to her tits and off the points of her nipples in twin streams.
"Do me-soap me ... " she gasped, standing still for him, letting her pointed tits thrust into the spray.
He soaped his hands. He ran them all over her body, from her smooth, firm shoulders, down her sides, around to her jutting cones. His fingers slid all over the sloping hills of her fine, firm tits.
They jacked the stiff, rubbery nipples until Lola was ready to scream with the sensation of it. He ran his hands down her flat tummy and felt the pinch of her waist.
He followed the ripe, flaring curves of her hips and the round swells of her asscheeks. When he cupped his hand and reached for her pussy, she braced her feet on the floor and tipped her pelvis up for him.
His cupped hand ran under her crotch. His fingers slid into the deep cleft between her cheeks. He drew them over her slippery, pulsing asshole.
He made one dip into the rubbery anus, slick with soap, and Lola gasped heatedly. Her cheeks clenched together. She writhed her hips around in small circles, fucking the tip of his slippery finger with her tender ass mouth.
"Ohhhhh, God ... " she cried passionately.
"You like it in your ass, huh?"
"Ohhhhh, my pussy's on fire! I must, mustn't I? Ohhhh, it's dripping all over the floor!"
"That's the water running off your cunt lips," he grinned shakily.
"It's my pussy! It's flooded inside! Ohhhh, you've made my honey flow and surge, and it's running out my cunt hole!"
"You nearly made my honey spurt out the tip of my prick when you were squeezing it and rolling it around."
"Do you want me to? Ohhhh, let me!" she cried, reaching for his thrusting cock again.
Her fingers wrapped around it. She slid her soapy hand from the tip to the base and back up the strong shaft to the welling, fiery glans again.
"Ohhhh, don't ... " he gasped, his hips canting forward.
"Oh Dick ... push your finger up my ass! All the way! Your thumb up my cunt! Make me come!"
"Let me fuck my cock into your hot pussy, and I'll make us both come ... " he gasped.
She licked her lips of the water running from them. Her ass wouldn't stay still. It swiveled and rolled. Her asshole sucked at the slippery tip of his finger and tried to draw it inside. She looked down at his throbbing cock sliding in and out of the slippery fist of her hand, and she sucked in her breath.
"I-I want to see it shoot," she said haltingly. "Ohhhh, I've felt a cock shoot sperm up my pussy and into my ass and down my throat, but I've never watched it!"
"Lola ... " he gasped, his prick throbbing nearly out of control.
His thumb teased at the puffy lips of her cunt, and there was moisture on them that was thicker than the water, more slippery than what was coming from the shower.
"Come for me, Dick!" Lola gasped.
She was astonished by her own words. Her mind seemed to reel. She couldn't believe she was really doing all this and feeling all the marvelous sensations running through her.
She should be fearful, hesitant, resistant. But she was eager instead.
She began to jack his prick faster and faster, loving the feel of the hard shaft under her fingers. She liked the way it throbbed. She liked the saucy way it bucked and lifted spasmically as her fingers raced from the root to the swollen glans.
Her asshole sucked at his fingertip in response, and she began to draw the stiffness of it up into her body. She groaned and felt her knees grow rubbery.
"Ohhhh, Dick ..," she gasped.
Her anal ring quivered around the invading digit. Thrills shot through her heated ass, and she couldn't keep from shaking it and squirming around and driving her fist along the shaft of his trembling prick.
"Lola, stop ... " he gasped.
"Your thumb too! Ohhhh, slip your thumb up my cunt! Fuck me with it!"
He wasn't quick enough for her. She slid her free hand from his butt to the matted fur between her legs. She spread her knees more and squatted slightly.
His finger shot freely up her asshole, all the way to his palm, until his hand was cupping her ass-cheeks. She swirled her hand through the water flowing over her mound, through the wetted red fuzz there, pulling and twisting at her bloated pussy lips.
She squatted farther and shivered and fucked her own finger into her drenched, silken pussy. She jabbed the stiff digit in and out of her steaming cunt.
It was tight in there. She could feel the length of his finger in her ass, just on the other side of the thin membrane.
"Ahhhhhgh!" she cried, her voice tight.
She shivered all over again. She was ready to come. She would have come just then, if it hadn't been for all the coming and fucking she'd done already.
She wished suddenly she had one of those wonderful writhing pricks she'd sold to Carol. Her finger wasn't good enough anymore. She needed more stimulation, something bigger than a finger, something harder and stronger.
"Ahhh, God!" he gasped. "I'm going to fuck my cock into you! I can't stand this anymore! God, take your finger out of your pussy and let me ... "
"No, no," she said softly, heatedly. "Come for me! I want to stare right at the tip of your big, trembling prick and watch that slit open wide and spurt cum through it!"
Dick sucked in his breath. He looked at her, hunched over slightly, a look of terrible lust on her face. Her tits jutted firmly from her chest, the nipples big and dark and stiff as iron nubs.
It was utter madness. He was standing in a shower stall with a kid who could be his daughter, and he was letting her jack his prick to a raging, flaming stick of dynamite that was ready to explode.
Her asshole was nearly pinching his finger off with its hard, sharp spasms of lust. He could feel her finger writhing and fucking in and out of her pussy through the thin membrane of cunt wall, and he ached to shove his boiling cock up her hole to let those tight, silky muscles grip it and shake it.
But she wanted to jack him off. .
She wanted to watch the big eye on the tip of his prick open up and spit white cream toward her. She'd never seen a cock come. She was filled with the fascination of youth. If there was nothing else about her that would betray her age, that would.
"Lola ... " he gasped.
She wriggled her finger in her pussy with terrible need, and her asshole nearly nipped his middle finger off at the base.
"Are you going to come? Oh, come! I want to see it! I'll come with you! Ohhhh, yes, I'm going to come too! Dick! Yes, Dick-now! Ohhhh, come for me!"
Her hand flew up and down his prick. The fingers squeezed and rubbed and milked. They were unbelievably slippery with soap. He felt his balls draw up under the base of his cock like hard walnuts, and he knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off any longer.
He could fuck her. He could yank her hand away from her spread twat and lift her pussy up by the hand cupping the bottom of her ass and fuck his raging cock all the way to the back of her tender, sweet pussy.
But he didn't want to run the risk of angering her, of making her annoyed with him so that she wouldn't want to be around him anymore.
He had to keep track of her ...
"Now!" he croaked. "Lola-watch! It's boiling up from my balls, Lola! Your fingers are milking the juice right up through the stalk of my prick!"
"Ahhhhgh! Come! I'm watching! Ohhhh, look at the head swell! It's so red! The eye is opening! Dick, I'm coming with you! Ahhhhhgh, feel my ass suck around your finger! God, there-I see it! Ohhhh, I see it spurting!"
"Yaaaaaagh!" he shouted, letting his prick boil over.
His knees quivered. His ass tucked down and under and lifted his prick into her milking fingers. His balls rattled and heaved and shook, and his big load came spewing through his trembling prick.
Sperm arced from the wide-eyed tip and sprayed against her belly, running down with the torrent of water pouring from the ends of her tits.
It swirled into her navel and out again and streamed through her wet, matted pubes, making white rivulets through the rusty red.
"Eeeeee-God!" she cried sharply.
Her face reddened. Her eyes were wide and staring intently, and then they became glassy. Her pelvis tipped and seemed to lock at an odd angle, and then it trembled and shook.
Her asshole sucked and pulsed and spasmed around his finger, and her own finger shoved as far up her cunt as she could get it. She yelled again, coming and coming, trying hard to keep her eyes open enough to watch his stream of sperm hose from the tip of his bucking cock.
"Ohhhh! All over my belly! Running down into my pussy! Ohhhh!" she cried, bucking and weaving, her tits shaking and becoming so swollen they looked ready to burst.
He pumped the last of his load into her hand. The stream was washed away quickly by the shower, but not before she cupped it and looked at it and then smeared it over her tits.
She leaned against him, smearing it on his chest as she rubbed her tits against him.
"Ohhhhh, wonderful-wonderful!" she cried shakily. "I loved watching you come. I loved the feel of your prick when it bucked and spurted in my hand. Dick-ohhhh, hold me, Dick!"
He put his free arm around her. He smoothed his hand from the small of her back to her slippery buttocks and up to the back of her neck again.
He drew her face toward his. He kissed her under the warm spray, thrusting his tongue between her soft, sucking lips.
"Was it good for you, Dick?" she asked finally. "Did I jack you off right?"
"It was different," he grinned. "I haven't done that since I was-since ... "
She looked up at him and smiled softly. "Since you were a kid like me?"
He grinned back. He kissed her forehead, and she giggled and snuggled against him and shit his finger out of her ass with a tremor of lust.
"Ohhh, that felt good. Dick-do you want to fuck me?"
"You have to ask?"
"Can you ... "
He chuckled and spanked her wet butt with a slap. "I'm not that old, damn it."
She reached up and shut the water off. Her voice was a whisper in the sudden stillness.
"Then fuck me, Daddy," she said softly.
She looked at him with wide eyes. It felt as if the top of her scalp were aflame, despite the way it was soaked. She flung her arms around him and hugged him very tightly and shivered.
"Oh, yes-you're my daddy now. God, I want you to be my daddy! Fuck me! Hold me and fuck me!"
She nuzzled her wet head under his chin. Her firm tits mashed against his chest. Her hips quivered against his. Her crotch slid along the top of his prick, and her silky pussy lips enfolded it. Her asscheeks were round and womanly in his hands, mocking the childlike plea.
He held her close. There was something nearly pathetic about her need, and he knew she wasn't going to be anything like the others.
He led her from the shower. He wrapped a fluffy towel about her back, blotting the water from her young, fine skin while she continued to snuggle against him.
He lifted her in his arms, still wet, and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and looked at her fine young body. If he tried, he could see her as a woman.
But he knew what it felt like to be a dirty old man now.
"Fuck me?" she asked softly, opening her legs to him, arching her pussy up, lifting her arms to him.
He went into them. "Yes," he said huskily, feeling his prick jerk as impatiently as it had when he was her age.
Chapter Six
Lola watched him come against her. For a dizzying moment, she felt that he was her father again, coming against her to fuck her. For a moment, she nearly pushed him away, because her father shouldn't be fucking her.
Then she felt the velvety touch of his broad cockhead against her sodden pussy lips, and she gasped and flung her arms around his neck and back.
"Be gentle!" she whispered. "Don't rape me!"
He sucked in his breath. He didn't respond. He was ready to cram his cock into her and give her a fucking she'd never forget, one that would forever take her mind away from teenage masturbation games, but her soft plea stopped him from doing that.
Instead, he teased her bloated lips with the head of his cock. He slid it up and down her slit, massaging her stretched, fiery clit with it.
He probed softly into the mouth of her cunt and felt himself surrounded by slick, silky flesh. It was hot and oily. Her honey seeped from inside her cunt and bathed him.
Lola closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensations running through her body. Little gasps of sound came from her lips. She felt the quivering in her thighs and belly as his cockhead probed at the succulent mouth of her pussy.
She was aware of being taut inside, her muscles bunched and gathered in a reflexive protectiveness. She waited for the hard prick to come cramming up her cunt.
It didn't. He teased the head over her clit and around the puffy softness of her pussy lips. He made sucking sounds come from the sticky, honeyed surfaces of her pussy.
She moaned softly and couldn't help twisting her hips under him. She'd expected him to fall against her the way Ron had, mashing her flat, bunching her tits against her chest, covering her hips so that she couldn't even move them.
Dick didn't do that. He stayed propped on his knees and arms over her, moving his hips, probing gently with his prick, looking down into her face.
Hugo had raped his big prick up her tiny asshole and flattened her buttocks and pumped his load into her swimming ass. He'd even been sneaky about the way he'd fucked her, coming up behind her when she wasn't expecting him.
Even Pete had plowed into her pussy, covering her, taking her, fucking her hard.
What else was she to expect from a man?
Not this slow, sensual, teasing, sliding, erotic probing of her tender pussy.
"Ohhh," she moaned softly.
"Feel good? It must. Your pussy's trying to eat my prick alive."
"Ohhhh, what are you waiting for? Fuck me- fuck that cock into me!"
He smiled softly. He didn't answer. He kept teasing his prickhead over her pussy meat. He ran the glowing knob down her slit. He made it catch in the muscular silk of her pussy mouth. He slid it lower and teased her puckered asshole with it, then slid the shaft along her deep, shadowy ass cleft.
"Ohhhh, God!" Lola cried softly.
She couldn't keep her hips still. They jerked upward. Her buttocks clamped around his shaft and swelled shut. Her pussy writhed and churned inside.
She could feel her honeyed juice flowing from the convoluted walls of her silken pussy. Her tits sprouted from her chest, reaching upward, the nipples straining from the ends.
They wanted to be touched. They were beginning to beg for contact with his chest. In fact, her whole body was beginning to beg.
It was strange. Her muscles weren't bunched with fearful anticipation any more. The tremors of reluctance had changed to shivers of eagerness.
"God, fuck me!" she cried.
Her pussy mouth opened wide. She felt her whole cunt swell open and go soft and warm and liquid. Her thighs parted more widely and trembled.
"Are you sure?" he asked quietly.
She opened her eyes. He was looking down on her. There was a small, warm smile on his face, a look of something approaching cleverness.
She glanced down her body, between her up-thrust, eagerly stretching tits. She saw his chest over them, less than an inch from the straining nipples.
She glanced down her flat, quivering tummy to the red patch over her mound. She saw the way her pussy lips were bloated apart, wide apart, their surfaces gleaming with her slippery, fragrant cunt juice.
His cockhead nosed up through the folds of her slit and bumped softly over her throbbing clitoral bud, and the eye peeped through the forest of rust red at her.
Her buttocks clenched and shook, and her hips lifted with the long slide of his prick, as if her cunt mouth were trying to capture it in its soft, silky, wet trap.
"I'm sure," she moaned whisperingly. "Ohhhh, Dick-I'm sure!"
"You're ready now?"
"That's what you were trying to do wasn't it?" She laughed softly. "You beast. You've made me want to be fucked-really want it! How did you know?"
"By what you said. By what you do and who you're working for. You've had pricks jammed and thrust into you. I don't want to be another bastard like that."
"Ohhhh," she cried softly, nearly weeping,, flinging her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Just like Daddy! You know just what to do!"
His cock shaft throbbed and jerked, and his face went slightly red with emotion.
"Your daddy fucked you?" he gasped.
"No-oh, no! But if any man ... if ... "
She gave a sharp cry and lifted her legs. She wrapped them around his hips. She locked her ankles over his ass. Her pussy mouth yawned wide open, silky and slick and bubbling with ready juice.
"Ohhhh, fuck me!"
"God ... " he gasped.
His prick was aflame. His senses reeled. He'd never had his cock sucked at by such an eager pussy mouth before. It was unbelievable. The awareness of their differences in age came to him again, and he felt as if the top of his head would steam off.
"Now! Now! Fuck your cock into my pussy, Daddy!" she cried.
Dick's arms trembled. He lifted his hips back. He dipped down. His swollen, throbbing cockhead nosed into the bath of wet silk, of quivering, sucking tissues.
He pushed. His prick slid through the clinging mouth and into the dark, steamy cave of her silky pussy. She half sucked him inside, and her muscular cunt ring pulsed all around his shaft with unbelievable sensation.
Her legs flexed and drew his hips against her, even as she lifted her round butt from the bed and sucked her pussy tunnel up around his flaming cock.
He came against her heaving, twisting body fully. His chest touched the ends of her tits and felt the hard stabs of her taut nipples.
He came down and down, under the insistent pulling of her arms, until he was fully against her, mashing her tits, rolling over the firmness of the mounds.
"Ahhhhh, you're fucking me!" Lola cried. "God, it's good! I love it! I can't get enough!"
Her hips heaved up and down. They made his strong, throbbing shaft plunge and slide into her receptive, willing body again and again. .
Sensation swirled through her. She'd had no idea fucking could be so good, so right, so wonderful- when it was done the way Dick had done it.
"Daddy!" she sobbed.
Her mind spun. She felt shame and thrills at the same time. He wasn't her father, but this was the way her wonderful father would have fucked her.
"Oh, God-oh, God ... " Dick gasped, as thrilled by her thoughts as she was.
He clutched her asscheeks and kneaded the firm flesh, pulling her pussy up around his plunging shaft. Then his hands slid over her twisting hips and up her waist to her tits. He squeezed the taut mounds and rolled her nipples with his fingers, unable to get enough of the feel of her.
He couldn't believe his fortune. Usually, they were dogs, real uglies. Not only was she a looker, her pussy was tight and slick and exciting.
And he was beginning to feel something for her that he hadn't felt for a long, long time. Not since he was just a little older than she was right now and he'd fallen into a wild, stormy marriage with Sue.
The marriage had been over a long time. Sue was nothing but an itchy, faintly irritating memory. There'd been a lot of other girls, a lot of other cases.
But this one with Lola was different.
"Oh, baby-your pussy!" he gasped against her. His lips came down and kissed up the side of her long, smooth neck.
He kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her lips. He ground his hips against her open saddle and let his prick throb and buck in the soft, tight channel of her cunt.
"Dick! Your cock! It's bucking and throbbing inside my pussy! I can feel it! God, it's exciting! Dick, it's-it's going to make me come!"
"Ohhhh, me too, baby!"
"Yes!"
"Now?"
"I-ohhh ... "
"Are you ready?" he gasped.
"Yes! Yes!"
"Then here it ... ohhhh, come with me!"
"I am! I am! Can't you feel my pussy clamping and sucking and going all ... ahhhhhhhgh!" she screamed suddenly.
Her arms were like steel bands around his neck. Her tits thrust from her chest, and her nipples tried to stab through him to his spine.
Her hips switched and trembled. Great waves of spasms shuddered through her body, her young body, thrashing and churning, making her hips buck and heave.
"Yaaaaagh!" Dick cried.
He screwed his prick into her pussy all the way. He felt the swollen head dance at the back of her cunt. Muscles wrapped around his shaft and squeezed tightly, nearly blocking the strong jets of sperm through his prick.
He blasted into her cunt, his wad hosing and streaming. His hard balls spanked the crack of her ass, bobbing at her pulsing asshole.
Lola screamed again. It was with happiness this time. It wasn't with pain, the way it had been with Ron. Nor with shock and outrage, as with Hugo.
She yelled with bliss.
Her pussy sucked up the hot, streaming juice from his prick. The squirming, flooded tunnel tried to drink up every drop that jetted from his balls, but she couldn't hold it.
It spurted out backwards, between her fluttering, sucking pussy lips and his rigidly trembling prick shaft. Her cunt blew sperm from its bloated lips, bathing his balls, splashing into the crack of her squeezing ass.
She nearly blacked out from the intensity of her orgasm. When it was all over, she was still clinging to him, and he didn't seem to want to move either.
"God," she whispered softly, kissing him. "That was wonderful. I didn't know it could be like that."
"I know," he said.
"Was it good for you, too? Did I fuck right?"
"You fucked just right," he grinned at her.
"You're not just saying that? I know ... well, you're lots older than I am, Dick. I know you've fucked lots of women before me. But-was I ... ?"
He drew in a long, happy sigh and pushed at the end of her nose playfully with his fingertip. He made his wilting prick give out one last throb in her pussy.
"None of them were worth a damn compared-"
A loud banging on the door scared the shit out of both of them. They gripped each other and jerked their heads around. The knob turned, and the door opened, and he remembered that neither one of them had locked it.
A heavy frame. Black curly hair, thick glasses, wet, thick lips with a dead cigar butt clenched soggily between gnashing teeth.
"Hugo!" Lola cried, unlocking her legs from Dick's butt, trying to hide under the cover of his naked body.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, you bastard!" Dick shouted.
Hugo closed the door and set fat fists on his hips and looked at them with a smirk.
"Take it easy, buddy. I didn't come for trouble. This little cunt's got money of mine. When she didn't show up, I thought maybe she'd gotten a stupid notion in her cute head. I came looking for her and my money."
Dick rolled off Lola. He didn't seem to care that he was naked or that his prick bowed from his lap, coated with slippery sperm and cunt juice.
"Then get it and get the hell out of here. You try that one more time, Girtman, and I'll knock the shit out of you. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"
Hugo looked at him through the thick lenses, his eyes little black beads behind them.
"I don't know you," he said. "How come you know me?"
"Get your money and get out."
Hugo waited a moment and then shrugged. He spotted the case and went to it. He gave Dick another glance, trying to figured out who he was. Then he opened the case. His small eyes bulged slightly.
"What the hell is this? You sold everything?" He reached in and counted the money, licking his fat lips, rolling the cigar butt around in the obscene cow pussy of a mouth.
Lola sat up, her tits jiggling nakedly on her chest. She felt sperm ooze and slither from her pussy gap, but she didn't try to mop it or hide it.
She looked at Hugo and felt a wave of revulsion wash through he. How could she ever have looked upon him as someone resembling her father-even hinting at her father.
He was crude, coarse, obnoxious. All he thought about was his goddamn money. He wasn't anything like her father-nor like Dick.
"Yes, I sold everything," she said, a sound of defiance in her voice. "You don't have to count it again. It's all there."
He finished the third counting anyway, rustling the crisp bills Pete had brought from his study to hand to her. He cackled wetly and held them up and looked at her, rolling the cigar butt from one fleshy corner of his mouth to the other.
"Baby, I knew you were going to make us rich!" he gloated. "Hot damn!" His elation cooled. "Where the fuck were you, anyway? Can't you tell time?"
Lola yanked the cheap watch from her wrist and threw it across the room at him.
"This thing stopped working. I was finished selling. What did you want me to do, stand around in King's Point waiting to be picked up?"
Hugo shifted his gaze to Dick. "Looks like you got picked up. Who the hell are you, buddy? I give up."
"Dick Peters," he said.
"I still don't know you. How come you know me?"
Lola found herself looking at Dick, awaiting the answer. She had wondered that herself.
"I get around," Dick said. "Your name keeps coming up like a fetid belch."
"You prick," Hugo grated, taking a step toward the bed, the money clutched tightly in his fist.
Dick stood up. He wasn't big. But his nakedness exhibited the sinewy muscles and cords in his body, and Hugo paused.
"Dick Peters," he snorted, casting a belittling glance at the bowing cock. He smacked his lips and thrust his hand into his pocket.
He brought out a wad of bills and peeled off Lola's percentage and flicked the money onto the bed. He stuffed Pete's money around the wad and shoved the whole thing back into his pocket.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning," he said, pointing at Lola. "I'll give you a bigger case, and you can hit King's Point again."
"No deal," Dick said.
Hugo looked at him. "Fuck off, stud. This doesn't concern you."
"She's not getting fucked selling your goddamn sex toys."
Lola's heart pounded. This was where she was supposed to swoon with love for the hero who was saving her from a terrible fate. She nearly felt like it. She loved him for saying that.
Hugo looked at him blankly for a moment and then let out a wet guffaw. "Goddamn! Don't tell me it's ... hey, come on, fella. You're old enough. Shit, you're older than I am, maybe. Sure, that's a nice piece of ass, but ... goddamn," he guffawed again.
He loved her!
The thought flew through Lola's mind, soaring on brilliant wings, lighting up every dark, lonely corner of her mind. He wouldn't let her go again because he loved her and wanted to care for her himself!
Then her bubble of joy popped. At least, it grew smaller.
"I'm old enough, Girtman," he said. "It's not what you're thinking. You just don't pay enough."
"Fuck you! Fifteen percent! That's damn good!"
"Forty's better. Plus a bonus for selling everything. Fork, it over or you won't see her tomorrow or any other day."
"What!"
"She's got a new business manager. That's me. Now, you going to pay up willingly?"
He moved toward Hugo. The muscles rippled under his skin, taut and stringy as wire cables. Hugo licked his lips. He looked at Lola. He ran his eyes over her tits. He stared into her red-furred cunt, so wet and silky looking the way she was sitting with one leg on the bed and the other on the floor so that her pussy was split wide open.
He grumbled and shifted the cigar butt back and forth and shoved his hand back into his pocket. He fished over some more bills. Dick watched carefully. He tossed one more onto the pile, and Dick smiled.
"That's better, Hugo," he said. "You still made a pile. You've got no complaint."
Hugo shook his finger. "This is the last time, Peters. I don't want to see you around any more- or else."
"Or else you'll get some muscle to work me over? It's been tried by better, Girtman. I wouldn't do that. You'll start a war. Get me? A war."
Hugo pulled his finger back. He looked at Dick again, studyingly, as if trying to remember something he shouldn't have forgotten.
"You talk big, Peters. I'm gonna find out if you are big. And if you're not, I'm gonna flatten you."
He spun around and slammed out of the room, spitting out the sodden cigar butt on the floor, a gesture of contempt.
Dick turned around and grinned at Lola. "Go on, pick up the money. You earned it." He came toward her and slid his hand up her thigh, reaching toward her open pussy with his fingers. "Let's see, now-where were we?"
Lola closed her legs. She felt suddenly stiff and cold inside. "Dick ... "
"What's the matter?" he asked, looking at her. He took his hand away.
"I thought ... for a moment, I thought maybe ... "
He studied her. "Did I do something wrong?"
"I ... Dick, I think I want you to leave now."
He pulled back, still looking at her. "All right. Will I see you tomorrow?"
"I ... " She smiled quickly, forcing it. "Maybe."
She looked at him. She didn't feel blinded any more. He still looked like her father. He still looked as if he should be warm and loving. She could still feel the beautiful way he'd fucked her. But now there was something cold and slippery about the way his sperm drained from her pussy.
She watched him get up and dress. He acted as if nothing had really changed. He smiled and talked. He bent over to kiss her and then walked toward the door. He gave her a wave of his hand and went out.
She sat on the bed and stared at the closed door. She reached over and picked up the wad of money and looked at it. She didn't even count it.
An icy hand clutched at her heart and squeezed for a painful moment and then went away. The chill stayed.
She felt her eyes sting. What a little fool she was. She'd been suckered again. He wasn't any different than the rest of them. He just wanted to fuck.
Just like all of the bastards.
Chapter Seven
Lola stood in the morning sun again. She watched Hugo drive off in the van and disappear around a shaded curve. It was the only motion on the quiet street, save for the swoop of a bird from one big tall tree to another or the rustle of a leafy branch or the nod of a fat, heavy flower bud as it opened its petals to the day.
She sighed and looked up and down the storybook street. She didn't know exactly where it was in relation to the street she'd been on yesterday. But there was no doubt it was still the King's Point area. The homes were big and stately and set well back from the street on curving drives.
She hefted the case in her hand. It wasn't as heavy as it had been yesterday. Pricks weighed less than bottles. And that's all Hugo had given her today.
A case brimming with false pricks.
She picked a house. She walked toward it. She went up the long, flower-bordered walk toward the front door. She lifted her arm to ring the bell and hesitated.
A small chill ran down her spine, an icy finger from the cold hand of loneliness again.
She'd thought yesterday she would never feel it again. That was when Dick was fucking her so beautifully. And then Hugo had come, and Dick had not said what he was supposed to have said.
So, here she was, with an armload of cocks to sell and a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach.
She pushed the bell. There was no other way. She had to sell pricks whether she wanted to or not. And she had to be ever alert for a passing squad car or the gold-and-cream sedan that would strike even more terror through her heart-Ron's car.
She pressed the bell button again. An idea passed through her mind. The jewels-maybe Dick would know what to do with them, how to sell them, how to cash them in.
But could she trust him?
No, not now. Maybe later, but not now. It was too soon. He would have to change. He would have to show her that he cared about her more than he'd showed so far.
She was so engrossed with the thought she didn't hear the door open, even though she was right beside it. Then she felt rather than saw the man standing there looking her up and down.
"Yes?" he said.
Lola grinned automatically and turned to give her sales pitch. The words didn't come out. She looked into his eyes and felt the lust for her flow across the distance between them.
She should have turned and gone away quickly. She'd had that feeling. But she hadn't obeyed it.
"Yes?" he said again.
"Is-ah-is your wife home?"
He was in his late twenties. He was a little young to be able to afford living in King's Point, and she hadn't been sure whether to ask for his wife or his mother.
He had a country club look about him, handsome in an effeminate way, soft, tanned, intelligent. And ready to fuck.
"You selling something?"
"I have a line of personal goods that I think would be of great interest to your wife," Lola said. "Is she in?"
He stood aside. "Come on in."
Lola entered. The house was big and airy. He closed the door and led her toward the living room. There was something odd about it, despite the bright sun coming through the lacy curtains. It seemed a dead room, somehow.
He sat her down on the couch. He stood in front of her and looked down, watching the way the short skirt rode up her thighs to the bottom of her pussy.
He licked his lips. He didn't move. He seemed to have trouble breathing. In a moment, Lola knew why.
She couldn't miss it. His crotch was right in front of her eyes. There was no mistaking the way his prick began to swell out the front of his sporty pants.
She saw the rigid line of it grow and grow. She made a move to get off the couch, but he stood right in front of her and prevented her from moving.
"Where's your wife?" she nearly shouted.
"I don't know," he said simply.
"You said she was in."
"No, I said for you to come in. I'm glad you did. What are you selling?"
"Women's personal goods."
"I'll buy them."
She looked at him. He licked his lips again. His face was getting flushed, and his prick was in full erection, angling up inside his pants. He didn't seem to care that she could see it clearly.
"I-I don't think you'd be interested."
"That doesn't matter, does it? How much are they, I'll get you the money."
She didn't like this at all. A clever plan wormed through her mind. When he went to get the money, she would run out the door. She opened her mouth and thought up a figure and told him.
"All right," he said, not batting an eye. "Is that for the whole works you've got there?"
"I can't believe this!" she cried. "Don't you even want to know what you're buying?"
"No," he said. "All I want to know is how much you cost."
"You're insane!" she cried.
He shook his head slowly, as if deliberating the accusation. "No. Just horny as hell, honey. Look, I'd start over with this if I thought it would come out any better, but it wouldn't change the way you went right to my balls the moment I opened the door. Honey, you're beautiful. Stunning. And I want to fuck you the worst way there is for a guy to want it. That's not very smooth, I know, but that puts it right on the line."
"It sure as hell does," Lola gasped, swallowing down a lump of fear. She tried to shift on the couch so that she could jump up past him, but he blocked her again.
"Ohhhh, God," He whispered softly, sucking in his breath.
He was staring right between her thighs. She glanced down. The movement along the couch had made her dress slide up past her naked pussy. Her russet fur was curling out from under the green fabric, and her pussy lips were parted, showing her pink slit.
"Come on, honey-how much? Name your price. A hundred?" He shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out a sheaf of bills.
"I'm not a whore!" Lola cried.
He held his arms out. "Aw, look, honey-"
"The name's Lola"
"All right-Lola. Look, I know this is going badly, but I can't help it. I'm not calling you a whore. I'm sure you're a fine girl. I'm just so goddamn horny I can't stand it."
"I don't care! Let me up!"
"My wife took off. I don't know where she is. It's been three weeks. I don't know what to do. I've had the police looking for her and everybody. Even a private eye. Nothing. No trace. I don't know if she's dead or shacked up with some stud. I haven't had my horny prick slipped into a soft, wet pussy for a month, because I can't afford to take the risk of getting caught with another woman. Never mind why. It has to do with inheritance and business. I think the bitch did this on purpose, just so she could get me on a morals charge or adultery or something and collect for herself."
"Mister, I don't give a damn what your problem is. You put that money away. I don't fuck for money. Not anybody."
"Oh?" he said.
He grinned slightly. It made Lola blush. That hadn't been true yesterday with Pete.
"Call me Thad," he said.
While he was putting the money back into his pocket, she made the lunge. She didn't think there was much chance of getting past him, and she didn't.
He reached out and caught her and pulled her against him hard, making her tits mash against his chest, making the case fall to the floor on its edge.
It burst open, and dozens of rubber and plastic pricks spilled out of it. He looked down, holding her tightly.
"Dildos!" he cried. He tipped his head back and laughed loudly, as if it were the funniest thing he'd seen in years. "Oh, honey-you hit it just right! God, I'll buy them all! That bitch Rose is going to get every one of them when she gets back-if she gets back-because I'm going to kick her out of here so fast and hard her ass will go flat, and no stud will ever want to fuck it again!"
"Let me go!" Lola cried.
She wrenched her body hard, but he was much stronger than she'd thought. He swung her around and threw her onto the couch and gasped with pure lust when her dress shot up over her round ass and left her unpantied pussy completely naked and open.
"Pricks!" he cried, looking at them, then at her. "That's what you're selling? And you want me to believe you won't fuck for a hundred?"
"I'm not a whore!" Lola cried again.
"All you cunts are whores!" he shouted, yanking his belt buckle open.
He shoved down his pants. When they were around his legs, Lola tried again to get away, but he tackled her around the hips and brought her down.
Her face plowed into the pile of rubber pricks and sent them flying. Her tits mashed against the thickly carpeted floor. She felt his hands pawing at the back of her skirt, pushing it up her round, quivering ass.
"No!" she cried. "No-o-o!"
"God! God, what a tight ass! Baby! Ohhhh, am I going to fuck the piss out of you!"
She felt the dress material pull painfully at her waist. "Don't tear my dress!" she cried, beating her little fist on the floor. "If you're going to rape me, that's the least you can do is not tear my dress!"
He gasped and groaned. She felt his hand at her zipper. He pulled it down, and the garment parted across her back. He pulled at the top and pushed up at the bottom, and the next thing she knew it was a green band around her waist.
Her naked tits scraped over the scratchy pile of the carpeting. His hand was in the middle of her back, pushing her against the floor, and her red bush swished back and forth over the gold-toned nylon nubs as she twitched her ass and tried to escape.
"Ohhhh, God! I see your cunt!" he gasped. "Red! Red fur and pink slit! God!"
Lola struggled. Then her head jerked up. She gasped and went stiff.
"Ah!" she cried sharply. "Oh, ahg! What are you doing!"
She'd never felt anything like this before. Warm air puffed over her butt cheeks, bathed the deep cleft between them. Something warm and wet slithered over her asshole and probed into the puckered mouth. Then it lapped down under her crotch, covering her pussy lips completely.
His tongue! He was licking her with his tongue!
"Ohhhhh, God!" she moaned, writhing again. But there was a new kind of urgency to the movements.
"Ohhhh, shit! What a delicious cunt! Sweet! Filled with fresh, tasty honey! Christ, I haven't had a drink of cunt juice for a goddamn month!"
He put his hands at the fronts of her thighs and half lifted her middle from the floor. He thrust his head between her legs and buried his face in her crotch, snuffling and lapping at her widespread slit.
His tongue lapped all over her twat. She could feel it twine in the rusty pubes, bathing them. She could feel the hot, velvety tip swirl over her clit and make the tiny organ throb and scream with intense pleasure.
"Ahhhh!" she gasped, feeling her nipples spike into the nylon pile of the rug.
She lifted her head and managed to twist around enough to look over her shoulder at him. The dress was bunched tightly about her waist.
Her tight, round buttocks rose up in quivering hills. His head was buried between them. His pants were kicked free of his feet, and his own ass was naked.
He twisted at his waist, and his prick sprang up from his middle, straining and pulsing as he pumped his hips and fucked the air with it.
His tongue swam over her pussy, licking and slurping. The sensation was thrilling. She couldn't deny that. Her cunt tunnel was going loose and warm and wet, and he licked the flow of her juice from her vaginal mouth as it drained out.
She let him roll her over onto her back with shameful ease. She didn't even try to squeeze her thighs shut when he flipped one of her trim legs over his head.
He came against her cunt again, opening his mouth wide this time, covering her whole twat with it.
"O, my God ... " Lola gasped softly.
Her voice quavered. The sensation was unbelievable. His lips compressed around her cunt petals and drew on them. They swelled into his mouth and throbbed.
His tongue shot into her pulsing vaginal mouth, circling about the muscular ring and then disappearing into the folds of oiled, hot silk.
"Ohhhhh, you're sucking my cunt!" she gasped, shivering hugely. "Nobody's ever sucked my cunt before!"
"Like it, huh?" he blubbered into her wet meat, lapping up her slit with a broad, flat stroke.
Lola tossed her head to the side. Her hands clutched her hot, hard tits and squeezed them tightly, trying to still some of the sensation raging through her body.
"I love it!" she blurted, unable to keep the truth back.
She gasped and bucked upward with her hips, letting her thighs fall wide open around his head, letting her pussy mouth go completely slack and quivery so that his wonderful tongue could fuck even farther up her cunt.
Her clit strained from the top of her cleft, sprouting pinkly through the rusty russet curls, throbbing eagerly for another lap of his tongue tip around the hard root.
Her hips bucked up and down. His face wallowed in her crotch. She felt his hands go under her buttocks and lift her ass off the floor so that her crotch was completely split open.
His tongue lapped under the pocket of her sodden pussy and zinged over her puckered, quaking asshole.
"Ahhhh, yes! Yes!" she squealed.
"You like that too, huh?" he gasped, lifting his face. He licked his lips and wiped his hand over his mouth. He was coated with her shining pussy juice from his chin to his eyebrows, and she was startled to see the gleaming evidence of her terrible heat.
"Yes!" she gasped.
"Want me to fuck my tongue up your asshole?"
"Oh-h-h ... " she quavered.
"Then you've got to give me a little action too," he gasped.
He lifted up. He straddled her body. His prick thrust stiffly from his lap, jerking and pointing and pounding. His tight, drawn-up balls were hard spheres under the thick root.
He came up and up. He settled down over her belly finally, grinning down into her face, his butt cheeks clenching and kissing her stomach.
"Christ-oh, Christ ... " he gasped heatedly.
He angled his stiff cock down between her tits. He reached forward and held her firm cones at the sides and squeezed them together around the throbbing shaft of his cock.
"Titty fuck!" he gasped. "Ohhhh, soft, fleshy titty fuck!"
He pumped back and forth. His prick slid between the firm mounds he was squeezing tightly together. His buttocks rolled over her belly.
She looked down and saw the swollen, red tip of his prick jut from the groove between her tits. It leaked a drop of oil and pulsed. The drop was scalding on her chest. He fucked forward and slid over the drop, and she could feel the whole tunnel between her tits getting bathed with more oil from his running cock, becoming astonishingly slippery there.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. "Suck my cunt some more, Thad!"
He fucked and fucked, rubbing his balls along her belly, thrusting his slippery cock between her squeezed tits.
She looked down and saw the red, slippery head nose out from the soft tunnel, and she could see the big eye pulsing and throbbing threateningly, aimed right for her chin and open mouth.
Her hips thrashed. Her pussy was aflame. She wanted more of his mouth on her twat and his tongue drilling into her cunt. She wanted something-anything!
Even one of the cocks scattered across the floor.
She gasped and reached out for one. Her fingers closed around it. She felt the flesh-like firmness of it. She opened her thighs as wide as they would go and stabbed toward her drooling, pulsing cunt hole with it.
"Eeeeee!" she cried, bucking up harshly.
The fat, wonderful prick fucked all the way to the back of her pussy. Her fingers fumbled and turned the base. It hummed and stretched and screwed around inside her clinging cunt channel.
She bucked again and again, making Thad's prick fuck back and forth between her tits, throwing him forward so that the velvety head of his cock nudged under her chin into her neck.
"Ah! Ah!" he gasped.
"Oh, no-don't ... "
"Can't hold-can't hold it! Ohhhh! God, a whole month's worth! Baby! Sweet-titted baby! Suck! In-there ... "
He reached quickly and lifted the heavy, throbbing shaft of his prick. He angled it, tipping it down, rubbing the oily glans over her lips.
"No-o-o ... " Lola cried fearfully.
She tossed her head from side to side. She tried to buck him off her body, over her head. She couldn't. The soft-hard cock ran over her lips again and again, and he pressed the mushroom-fat glans between them.
"Yaaaaah!" he bellowed.
He thrust forward. His balls jiggled and shook. His cock shaft slid into her mouth, the head bucking, the veins rippling over the silken surfaces of her lips.
Lola tried to cry out in protest again, but the sound was choked off by the thick plug of prick in her mouth.
She lifted her hand. The dildo sucked out of her wet, running pussy, dripping with slippery cunt juice. She stabbed at him with it.
"Ahhhhhgh!" he bellowed, his head jerking back. "My ass! You fucked my ass! God! Right up my ass!"
Lola's eyes widened with fright. He was going wild. She couldn't see it, but she could picture it in her mind. The way he was crouched over her, knees on the floor, ass elevated slightly ...
When she'd stabbed at him with the slippery cock she had made an impossible bullseye. She heard the faint, muffled hum of the dildo as it stretched up his asshole and buzzed erotically and fucked him.
It was more than he could stand. His prick exploded in her mouth. Thick, hot sperm hosed against the back of her throat and threatened to drown her.
She swallowed and swallowed, drinking him down as fast as she could. Her heels drummed on the floor, and her pussy spasmed.
It wasn't fast enough. His flow filled her mouth and ran out, dribbling from the corners down her chin and neck, bubbling from her lower lip.
His balls danced and throbbed against her neck, and they were soon making sloppy noises as they became coated with sperm. He gripped the sides of her head and made her take it all.
"Ahhhhh, God!" he cried with a strangled tone. He gasped heavily. He slumped forward. His prick jerked in her mouth. "That was terrific, baby. Boy, did I need that. But now I need another. A month is a hell of a long time."
He pulled his prick slowly from her drooling mouth, gasping and puffing. His cock thrust up into the air, dribbling out the eye, still, white cream flowing down the side of the shaft.
He scrambled down her body, the dildo still stuck up his ass, humming and shaking away. He fell against her and shoved his cock up her widespread, drenched pussy and fucked her all the way to the back of it.
"Ohhhh, don't-don't!" Lola cried, making gurgling sounds in the back of her throat.
"Don't, hell-just feel that honeyed, slippery, hot little cunt there! God, does it feel good!"
He plowed into her pussy, again and again, cramming his prick up her hole, banging his hips against hers, pounding against her clit, driving her tight, round ass into the floor.
Lola had had enough. She didn't feel so hot right then. Her stomach was bubbling around after drinking down all that cum. And the way he was slamming against her was beginning to hurt.
He felt as if he would split her open from crotch to tit with his hard, driving pole. What was worse, he'd plunged his hands under her buttocks and was pulling up on them, trying to wrap more of her wet pussy around his cramming shaft.
But he felt as if he were trying to tear her buttocks apart, the way you separate sections from an orange. Her asshole felt ready to rip.
"Stop! God, that's enough!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"
He gasped. He wasn't listening. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head. He pounded and pounded, and his prick stabbed into one wall of her pussy and then the other.
"Yaaaaaagh!" he shouted throatily, lunging against her.
His prick exploded again. It bucked and throbbed and shot wad after jet of cum up her slippery hole. He ground his hips against hers and pinned her to the floor, shaking and shuddering as if he would never stop.
"God!" he gasped finally. "That was terrific, baby! What a cunt! What a tight, sweet cunt-so slick, so warm! It makes Rose's fuck hole feel like a bucket of sand. God, what I've been missing!"
"Ohhhhh, let me go," Lola moaned, feeling her hip joints ache, hearing them pop with the strain of his weight against them.
His prick jerked in her pussy. He grinned shakily. "Feel that? There's more in there. God, I've never been so horny in my life. Man, that prick up my ass makes me a tiger!"
He shook his butt. The base of the dildo waved in the air. The business part of it hummed and stretched and kept his prick as stiff and solid as a bar of iron.
"More ... " he gasped. "I gotta have more ... "
His fingers kneaded the firm balls of her ass-cheeks. She sucked in her breath, knowing suddenly where it was he thought he was going to fuck her next.
She let out a cry of fright when he slipped his prick from her pussy and began lifting her legs over his shoulders and then lifting up.
She rolled onto the small of her spine. Her anus winked and pulsed. Sperm dribbled from her pussy hole and bathed the puckered mouth, making it slick and ready for the plunge of his wet cock.
She reached out with her hands, frantically, searching the litter of pricks and toys on the floor. She felt the item she wanted. She brought it under her hip, under her ass, aiming it.
"Ohhhh, one more time, sweetheart," he groaned. "Right in that tight, sweet asshole of yours. Ohhhh, shit, it feels good to get fucked up your ass! This thing's driving me wild!"
He shivered with sensation as if demonstrating to her how good it felt. He probed at her crack with the tip of his slippery prick. He nudged into flesh and then drew back and nudged again. He gasped and let out a long groan and plunged forward with a cry.
His cock slid into the artificial pussy she was holding over her asshole. He fucked all the way into it and shuddered tightly all up and down his body.
"What an asshole. God, I never felt anything like it! Beautiful! Just as wet and slick as a pussy! Tight! Ahhhh, God!"
Lola grinned smugly up at him. As a final fillip to her deception, she pushed the button on the control box that turned it on, and she heard it hum and vibrate around his prick.
"A vibrating ass!" he cried.
He must have known then it wasn't her asshole he was fucking. He didn't seem to care. He plunged his horny shaft in and out of the fleshy receptacle, fucking it for all he was worth.
His grip around her loosened. She wriggled. He didn't seem to need to hold her. She stretched and writhed and eased her body along the floor, snaking out from under him.
To her astonishment and relief, she was soon free of him. She sat on her butt and looked at him. He writhed along the floor, holding the humming pussy tightly against his abdomen. His hips fucked and jerked. The prick in his asshole continued buzzing and stretching and fucking into him.
He rolled and tossed and shook his hips and thrashed his legs, having himself a hell of an orgy. His eyes were closed. Lola wasn't sure he knew she was still in the room.
She drew in her breath and made quick, hasty motions. She scooped up as many of the toys as she could reach in her haste and stuffed them into the case.
She looked back at him. He was just getting ready to blast a load into the artificial pussy and fill the flesh-like tunnel full of cum.
To hell with the prick up his ass and the pussy around his prick. She yanked at her dress, untangling it from the green band around her waist, tripping toward the door.
"Yaaaaaagh!" he growled.
She looked back. His spine was arched. His prick throbbed inside the pussy, and the base of the dildo had all but disappeared up his butt.
Lola opened the door and ran outside, not bothering to close it.
Chapter Eight
She ran for blocks. She lost count of how many. Breath heaved in and out of her lungs and left her mouth dry.
She collapsed under a shady tangle of shrubs and flowering vines finally. She lay back against the soft, damp earth and closed her eyes and let her breathing slow.
A bird sang overhead in the green leafiness somewhere. She listened to it. It came through her mind very clearly. She didn't know what kind it was. But it brought back memories of her father and a particular day in the park with him.
The backs of her eyes stung. A tear burned down the side of her head and splashed into her ear, tickling.
God! It was getting worse and worse! What was she going to do!
She opened her eyes. She blinked upward and saw the yellow green of the sun filtering through the leaves. Her whole body ached, and her heart twisted.
If she had any sense, she'd give herself up and go back to the farm and finish out her sentence. At least she wouldn't have to go through this.
Or maybe Dick ... maybe if she told him about the jewels and took him to the barbecue pit in the park where they were hidden ...
She wrung her hands. She wished she knew more about him. She wished he'd stood up to Hugo for her more and told the rat-eyed slob that she wouldn't work for him anymore.
Not because Hugo didn't pay her enough. Because Dick didn't want anybody but himself to ever lay a hand on her again.
But he hadn't said that. He'd made half an overture and then had drawn back from it, and she didn't know what to think.
She shook her head. Dick would come later. Right now, there was Hugo to worry about.
She hadn't sold any pricks yet. It was worse than that. There was one up Thad's ass and a cunt around his ejaculating prick. There were some others on the floor in his house, ones that had been kicked under the couch.
She opened the case and counted. Her mind whirled. Nine were missing. Nine!
Her shoulders slumped, and she heard a sob wrench from her chest. Hugo would never believe the truth. He'd think she sold them and pocketed the money. He'd demand his payment. And that would come to more than what she'd earned yesterday.
There would be that, too. She hadn't earned it all. Not according to Hugo's thinking. Dick had squeezed more money out of him for her, but he wasn't about to let it go without exacting his price.
Panic filled her. She lifted her head and looked up and down the street, filled to the top with the urge to run and run.
But now it was too late even for that.
"Well, well, well," she heard. "I'll be goddamned, fellas. Look what the Easter bunny left under the fuckin' bushes. Didn't I tell ya she'd come back?"
Lola whipped her head around. Her breath stuck in her throat, and her heart stopped beating.
She wouldn't mistake Lew's reedy voice anywhere.
He stood over her, lanky and evil looking all sinews and string. He grinned in that frightening, sickening way of his and let out a dry cackle.
"Goddamn it, you bastards deaf?" he croaked over his shoulder. "Over here! I got her!"
She made a movement. His hand whipped out his knife, his ever-present knife he loved to frighten and slash people with. It gleamed wickedly in a shaft of sunlight.
"Go ahead, cunt," he said with soft threat.. "Make a move. I'd love to slice a tit off and fuck the goddamn thing up your cheating little cunt!"
He hissed. He growled. He scared her so badly her twat lips opened and let a short stream of piss foam into the grass.
"Lew ... " she squeaked.
"Yeah, Lew. And here come Ron and Fats from their stakeout. Remember us, cunt? We're the guys you ripped off last month. Ripped the shit off!"
"I didn't!" she croaked. "Lew, you've got to believe me! I saw the patrol car coming, and I knew it had gone bad, and I had to get out!"
"Shit!" he spat, making a tight circle with the knife.
Lola gasped and shrank back. He looked ready to ' stab her in the belly, one quick plunge and slash, the way only he knew how. '
Feet sounded on the walk and then swished through the grass at a fun. Then Ron came around the bushes, stocky and dark and looking happy and mean at the same time.
"Looka here, Ron. Didn't I tell you? Aren't you glad I made you and Fats keep a watch with me? I told you she flung them out the window into some bushes. That's why the cops didn't find them in the car.
He grinned thinly, twirling his knife in his fingers with importance, looking at Ron. Heavy feet pounded up, and then Fats came around the corner, puffing and sweating, his beefy face red from the exertion.
"Got her! We got her!" he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, sweat dripping from his nose.
"Hi, baby," Ron said smoothly. "Long time no see. How ya been?"
"Ron ... " she choked.
"It's been kinda lonely without you and your fink sister."
She looked at him. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Ron," she said, shaking her head.
"Bullshit, you don't. Where is she?"
"I don't know!"
He reached down and cupped her face, nearly lifting her off the ground by the chin. She thought her neck was going to separate, the way the bones were popping.
"Ron ... " she cried.
"Man, look at that sweet red pussy down there between her legs," Lew said in his slimy voice. "Never did get that piece of ass I was going to get after you popped her, Ron. I think I'm about ready for it now. How about you, Pats?"
"Yeah," Fats huffed, grinning broadly again.
"Ron ... " Lola cried, her eyes swiveling in her head, fear filling her.
"Where's Wanda, baby. One more time, and then we're gonna have a little fuck fest with that virgin pussy if you don't come up with the right answer."
"I-don't know!" she choked. "How would I know? I've been in the farm, Ron."
"You've been out, too. The way I figure it, you and her made a deal to split the stones if she ratted on us and got rid of us. After we did all the work and took all the risks? That's a shitty thing for a couple of sisters to do."
"And after I slit that housekeeper's belly open?" Lew grinned, cleaning his nails with the point of the knife. "That put me in a hell of a hot spot, baby. I want something for it. I want my cut. And then I want my piece of ass from you."
"Ron-no! I haven't seen Wanda! I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't make any deal with her. I don't even like her!"
"Then how come she ratted on us? On me?"
"I don't know! I didn't know she had! Maybe she didn't want the old biddy's husband to get the idea she was in on it, Ron! So, to stay out of trouble, she ratted on you. I don't know!"
"Yeah, bullshit!" he cried, shaking her head.
Fats had flopped to the ground, still puffing and sweating from the run. He looked between her legs and along the arch of her spine as Ron held her chin up. He licked his lips over the way her tits thrust against the thin fabric of the dress.
He stuck his finger out and tickled her split pussy with the pudgy digit.
"Tickle, tickle," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, man, it's all wet in there!" he said with surprise. "She's, been fuckin', man! Look at that slop running out of her cunt!"
Lew looked. "That does it," he said, yanking his zipper down. "I'm gonna knock off a quick piece of that ass before it gets used up."
His prick was like the rest of him-long and lanky. It arched from the gap in his pants. He gripped it near the base and waggled it, and he could have put two more hands along the rest of it.
"Not here, stupid," Ron growled at him. He looked at Lola. He saw the expression in her eyes as she stared fearfully at Lew's prick and tried to squirm away from the fat finger Fats was probing into her wet pussy mouth.
Ron grinned smugly and shook his head again. "I'm gonna ask you straight out, baby. And if you don't talk, then we're all going for a long drive. We're all going to fuck you silly. And then maybe we'll keep you around for a few days, maybe a few months, just to have something to fuck our horny cocks into. Now, you ready?"
Lola looked at him and made a squeaky sound in the back of her throat.
"Do you know where, the stones are?" Ron asked, bending over, putting his face close to hers. He looked down inside her dress, and she knew he could see the thrusting cones of her tits.
She hesitated. Her eyes rolled in her head. They saw Lew's long cock. She felt Fats' finger squirm up her pussy and wriggle there, fucking into her the way their cocks would be if she didn't tell them.
What did it matter, anyway? The jewels were no good to her. She couldn't sell them. Only Dick ... and then maybe he couldn't. Maybe he wouldn't want anything to do with them.
Maybe he wouldn't want anything to do with her if he knew about them.
"Yes," she croaked, the sound barely grating past the constricted layers of her throat.
Ron relaxed his grip on her, and she felt as if her neck would be elongated for the rest of her life.
"That's good, baby-that's real good. You're doing fine. Now, tell me where they are, and then we'll figure out what to do with you."
"They're in the park!" Lola squeaked fearfully, trying to squirm away from Lew.
"Where in the park?"
"I-I've got to show you."
"Park, shit. The cops got her over by the ... hey, yeah," Lew said. "Maybe it could have worked that way."
"They're in the park!" Lola cried at him.
"Let's go," Ron said, lifting her up. "What's that? What's in that case?"
Lew snatched for the case and opened it. "Pricks!" he laughed. "Shit, look at the pricks! You need it that bad you carry around a suitcase full of pricks? Baby, you're for me!" he cried, reaching under her skirt to fondle her ass and slip his finger up her cunt.
"Make him stop!" Lola cried to Ron.
"Come on-in the car. Act natural, baby, or I'll twist your arm off," he warned.
Lew zipped his prick back into his pants. They went around the bushes onto the sidewalk and down the quiet street. Ron was on one side of her, and Lew was on the other. Fats was right behind, sneaking feels of her ass with his pudgy hand. She was sure he was grinning from ear to ear.
Halfway down the street, things began looking familiar. Then she recognized Pete and Carol's house. The woman who slammed the door in her face. The corner where Hugo had let her off yesterday.
Oh, where was Hugo now? Where was Dick?
They pushed her into the back seat of Ron's car. Lew slid in beside her. The car listed when Fats got in on the other side. Lew leaned over and thrust his hand between her legs and gripped her pussy and shook it.
"I can't wait, pussy," he grated.
He unzipped his fly again. Lola watched Ron drive away from the bushy hiding place. He glanced into the mirror and held her eye for a moment and then watched the road ahead.
Fats huffed and unzipped his pants too. "The old sandwich trick, Lew?" he pleaded whiningly. "Man, I got a hard on. Remember that dark-haired chick passing through from Chicago? Like that, Lew?"
"Sure," Lew said. "Why the hell not."
Fats nearly mewled with pleasure. He thrashed around on the seat and lay on his back, one leg over the edge. He helped Lew twist Lola's body around, and he pulled her down backwards against him.
"Ohhhh, God!" Lola cried.
It was like lying on a pillow of blubber. She rolled and heaved on his belly with the motion of the car. They worked her skirt up to her waist and made her thighs open and her pussy split wide.
Lew twisted his thin body around and got on top of her, and she knew vividly what was going to happen to her.
"Ah! Ah!" she gasped.
The fat, stubby cock nudged stiffly at her asshole. Fats worked her hips and ass around and caught his prickhead in the puckered little mouth. He heaved up with his hips and skewered her butt with the fat plug of his cock.
"Ahhhhh, God!" he cried.
Lew came against her then, holding his long prick in his fist. He fed it against her pussy. He fed it into her slippery, cum-wet hole.
The two cocks reamed into her body. Fats pumped up with short, jabbing strokes, beating at her asshole as if pounding corn with a fat club.
Lew slid his skinny prick up and up, reaching for the back of her cunt tunnel, finding it finally.
"Ahhh!" she cried sharply.
"Hit bottom," he grinned to Fats.
"Man, you always hit bottom!"
There ain't a cunt around that can take all this . cock. Man, it's slick. It's hot. What a tight, sweet twat. Ron, take your fuckin' time! Don't rush! Ohhhh, Christ, no wonder you blew your nuts off in her pussy that night!"
Lola felt Fats heave upward. His pudgy fingers squeezed around her tits, and he pulled her tightly back against him. His fat prick throbbed in her ass and then bucked violently.
"Yaaaaagh!" he growled in her ear. "Right up her asshole, Lew! Just like the chick from Chicago! Ahhhhhhgh!"
Lola felt sperm blow up her butt. The fat prick slipped and slid around in her tight channel now, fucking easily.
She felt Lew's thin cock reach for the back of her pussy and wobble at the head, and then he was filling her twat with lanky jets of hot cum.
"Aaaargh!" he growled.
Lola gasped. They wouldn't stop fucking her. She couldn't help gasping. Things were happening to her body that shouldn't be happening.
All the stimulation Thad had given her, with his tongue, with his prick-it all came rushing forward now. She pictured herself as she was, sandwiched between two men, being fucked by two cocks at once, and she started writhing and twisting and shuddering shamelessly.
"Oh, no-no!" she gasped. "No, it can't be happening! Ohhhhh, stop, stop! I don't want it to happen!"
The car stopped. The door opened. Her eyes rolled in her head. She caught sight of Ron's prick, bowing from his pants.
One more guest to the party.
"Ahhhhhhgh!" she cried, the sound a long, shuddering wail.
Her open mouth was suddenly plugged. She tasted prick against her tongue. Ron's prick. It slid back and forth between her lips, fucking her mouth.
Her mind reeled. There couldn't be any more than this. There was a cock up her ass, one up her cunt, a third in her mouth. There weren't any more holes. The next one would have to double up somewhere.
Or else she could jack it off with her hand. She had two hands. One for each prick. For two more pricks ...
"Ahhhhhhgh! Yaaaaaah!" she cried throatily around Ron's mouth-filling sausage of prickmeat.
Her body arched and shuddered. Her pussy opened to a great still cavern, wet and warm and dripping juice from its walls. Then it clamped down around the slim prick poked all the way to its depths and spasmed eratically.
Her asshole pulsed and sucked. Her lips drew, and her tongue washed all over the bottom of the prick there.
Waves of orgasm bolted through her and left her nearly senseless. She was aware of the thrust and prod of pricks. Then the bucking, bolting charge of semen flowing from them, seemingly all at once.
She wasn't sure. Her pussy became wetter. Something thick choked down her throat and sprayed into her mouth and bubbled out over her lips and chin.
An enema hosed up her quaking asshole and made her buttocks feel slippery and hot with the overflow.
She came again and again. She didn't know how many times. She lost count. All she knew was that she was limp by the time they had taken their cocks from her body.
"All right," she heard Ron say. "Get the fuck out and get the stones."
Her head swam. She tried to stand, and her knees buckled. She fell against Fats. It was like bumping into a bag of molasses. He squeezed her tits and pushed her erect. She looked at him through glassy eyes. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"The bag of jewels, baby," Ron said testily.
She gazed around the overgrown area of the park. How had they known it was in this section?
It didn't matter. Maybe because he didn't think she could have sneaked them into the new section. It didn't matter.
She oriented herself after a long, dizzy moment. She tried walking and couldn't. She pointed. Lew hurried ahead with Fats. Ron guided her.
"If you're on the level with me, Lola, maybe we could work something out. You know. You're a nice piece, a cute chick. That goddamn sister of yours turned out to be a bitch."
"Bitch," Lola said dazedly, her tone hollow. That wasn't right. Wanda was a whore, not a bitch. Maybe she was both.
"I could go for you. You come clean with me and tell me where the rocks are, and we can come back and get them later. We'll just deal Fats and Lew out, huh? What do you say? Just you and me, Lola. Wouldn't you like that?"
She looked at him. Her mouth moved. She knew what would be wise arid healthy for her to say. But the words wouldn't come.
"Hurry up!" Lew called, coming back toward them. His slanted eyes switched back and forth from one to the other of them suspiciously.
Lola closed her mouth. For the first time ever, she was glad that Lew was around.
They shuffled through the weeds and high grass and leaves. Birds sang overhead in the trees, and the sun shafted down and made bright, lovely spots of warmth and good memory on the ground.
It seemed obscene to be walking this path with them. This was the path reserved for the wonderful times with her father, the close times.
She spotted the crumbled remains of the barbecue pit. She paused. She held her breath. She felt like falling over, but Ron held her up.
"There," she said, lifting an arm in a vague direction.
"The pit," Lew said. "Fats! Wrong way, you big lump! Over here in the barbeque pit!"
Fats stopped. He was halfway down a wooded hill. He sighed and huffed up it again. Lew hurried snakelike through the branches and weeds to meet Fats. Now that he knew where the jewels were, it didn't matter what kind of deal Ron and Lola made with each other.
The pit was a hundred yards away or more by eyesight. But the ground was wooded and overgrown with hedge-like shrubs. There was a deep, steep-sided ravine to cross. A small trickle of water ran from a spring in the bottom of it. Fats and Lew disappeared over the edge of the rounded hill going down, crashing and cracking their way through the growth.
In a moment, she could see them scrabbling up the other side of the hill toward the pit. Ron spun her around and shook her so hard her head wobbled.
"That was a crock, wasn't it? They aren't in the goddamn pit, are they? Tell me where they are, damn it!"
"In-in the pit ... " she choked.
He snapped his head around and watched Lew and Fats. They were nearly to it. He didn't think they had enough balls to try to rip him off, but he didn't know that for sure.
"Dumb cunt," he growled, shoving her back. Then he grabbed her again, not sure she'd been telling him the truth. "You're sticking with me until I see those rocks, baby!"
He hauled her along, making her stumble and crash through the brush, causing her legs and tits and face to be whipped by springing branches.
They charged down the steep slope, jumped the little creek, and began climbing the other side. That was when a commanding voice thundered through the trees for them to stop.
Lola whirled around. She couldn't believe what she saw. Neither could Ron.
"Where'd those bastards come from!" he bawled.
Even Fats and Lew were looking. "It's trouble, Lew," Fats said.
Lew whipped out his knife and crouched, watching the three of them come. "Shit!" he swore. "Let's hit 'em, Fats!"
"All right, you bastard kids!" Hugo growled, hurrying up, flanked by two muscle men. "This is one too many of my girls .you bastards have hit. But I got you this time. Lucky for me somebody saw you take her and trailed you. I got you now, goddamn it. You bastards have cost me a fortune in the last four months!"
He gave short motions to the two beside him, and they plowed menacingly through the brush.
"What the hell are you talking about!" Ron squeaked. "Hey, man-we're clean! We never bothered any of your girls!"
Lola licked her lips. A spark came back into her. Hugo was better than Ron and Fats and Lew. Maybe.
"Hugo!" she cried, jerking her arm free of Ron's grip, running back down the hill. "They stole my money! I sold nine pricks, and they took the money and threw the case in the bushes!"
Hugo caught her. He looked at the mess his dress was in, the way it dangled in tears and gaps from her body.
"Goddamn bastards," he swore. He took off with astonishing speed for Ron. Fats was already about to be caught. Lew was slashing the air in front of the bigger of the two men, and he was missing every time and starting to look worried.
Lola stood by herself and watched Ron turn around and run. After a moment, Lew twisted around and eluded his pursuer only by being able to snake through the undergrowth more agilely.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Where had Hugo come from? Who had seen her being led down the street by them? And how had the witness known to call Hugo-or where?
"Ssst! Lola!"
The harsh whisper came from higher on the hill. She looked. Her heart soared.
"Dick!"
She ran up the hill toward him. He caught her in his arms and hugged her tightly for a long, comforting moment.
"Come on-let's get the jewels before they come back."
She withdrew slightly and looked at him. "How do you know about them?" she whispered. She squinted at him. Ron's suspiciousness was catching. "Who are you? Who the hell are you!"
He held her again. He kissed her quickly. "Lola, I'll explain. Right now, trust me." He glanced around. There were yells of pain from off in the woods. "You don't have much choice, really."
He led her quickly toward the crumbled pile of rubble. "Are they in here?"
"Y-Yes," she stammered. "Toward the back. Under that one."
Dick moved a rock. He reached into a gap and fumbled with his fingers a moment and then worked the bag of stolen jewels out. He spun, still crouching. The voices were headed back.
"How do we get out of here?" he asked her, seeing that the way they'd all come in was going to have very heavy traffic in a moment.
"Around that nose."
"Well fall down it into the lake." '
"No. there's a narrow ledge. Daddy and I-"
She broke off. She looked at him. Her eyes played tricks on her. He was her father again, looking just like him. He took her hand and led her, crouched and silent, to a nose of a hill just above the lake.
How many times she'd taken this path with her father! And now it was like four years ago all over, with him again. She moved past him, leading the way now. The ledge was narrower, worn away some by rain and wind, but they could still get to the other side of the steep hill this way and do it in secrecy from the others.
"We're safe now," she said when they were on the other side, nestled into a little pocket of the hill. She turned and sat down, her knees trembling. She looked over the lake as she had done so many times with her father.
Dick sat beside her. He puffed out a big sigh and grinned at her. He kissed her lightly and smiled again. Then he looked into the bag and let out a soft whistle of awe.
"No matter how many times you've seen it before, it still takes your breath away."
She looked at him, tipping her head. "Seen it before?"
He closed the bag and set it carefully aside. "Truth time, honey," he smiled. "I work for an insurance company, all right. But not as a salesman."
She gasped, her eyes widening. "You-you're an ...
"Just an investigator." He smiled again. "More truth," he said. "You might not like part of it. You're too stunned to wonder now, but the questions will come later, so I'll explain."
"Dick ... "
He held up his hand. "Remember the farm? I- well, I sort of helped you be able to run away. It was all arranged. You see, the housekeeper died from the slashing Lew gave him. That puts the three of them in real bad trouble. You were the only lead to them, but not unless you were free and walking around so they could find you. And I've been waiting for them to find you."
Lola was stunned. "You-you used me for bait?"
He nodded his head. "I don't think there'll be any problem convincing people that you were forced into the act. I might even be able to get custody of you-if you wouldn't mind, that is."
"Oh, Dick!" she cried, flinging her arms about him. She drew back again. "But, what about Mother? And Wanda?"
"I guess you hadn't heard. Your sister flew to Acapulco with Mr. Moneybags and left the hotel one night. They haven't found her yet. I guess she got scared."
"Oh, my God ... "
"As for your mother-I've already talked to her. You're not very popular at home. She seems lost on a religious bag."
Lola looked down. "I know. She always was. That's why Daddy spent so much time with me, I guess."
He glanced back the way they'd come, although there was nothing to see but soft, green thickets and blue sky and silvery water below.
"The cops ought to have them all by now. You want to go now?"
She looked at him. She shook her head softly. "No."
He smiled and put his hand to her face. "Were they rough on you?"
"I'll live, I think. Dick ... ."
"Hmm?"
"Fuck me? Hold me and fuck me? Put your arms around me and make me feel good again, the way you did yesterday?"
"I'd like that," he said. "I'd like that lots."
He drew her against him and cradled her. She was in no mood to be pampered. She reached for his fly and drew his prick out and bent over his lap.
"I feel dirty, Dick. I want you to come in me and wash me again! In every hole they made dirty!"
"Lola! ... " he gasped, his prick throbbing erectly.
She plunged her mouth down over his prick. She pushed at his chest and made him lie back. She washed her tongue all over his strong, sturdy cock, sucking it deeply into her mouth with total abandon.
It was going to be different with him. His sperm would taste clean and good, and it wouldn't gag her. She was going to love the feel of it splashing warmly against the back of her throat, sliding down, filling her belly.
Her pussy tunnel began to writhe and flow, and her sticky honey began to cleanse her pussy for him-for when she was through sucking his wonderful prick off.
"Ohhhh, Daddy! ... " she moaned, her lips making wet sounds around his cock.
He cupped the back of her head. He lifted his hips. She drew the sperm right up his prick and washed it around in her mouth and swallowed it.
She gasped and smiled and came up over him, lifting her dress to her waist, baring her pussy, straddling his hips. She guided his cock into her pussy, and it was wet and warm and wonderfully clinging inside her.
"Dick-Dick ... be my daddy! Be my lover! Be everything to me!"
"I will, baby. I think maybe I will."
She shuddered and pumped up and down over his prick and came gloriously, feeling the shaft of sunlight bright against her closed eyelids, hearing the clear tones of a bird overhead, smelling the soft dankness of the woods around them.
It was a glorious climax. A glorious day. A single, lone little cloud overhead changed shape and dissolved and became one with the blue of the sky, not lonely any more.
