Chapter 6
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.