Chapter 7
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.