Chapter 1

"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 ..."