Chapter 3

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.