Lola's New Pet
by Janet McCoy


FOREWORD 

The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden 
beneath a veneer of normalcy. Indeed, such passions may be so strongly 
repressed and hidden that they will emerge only under the most extreme 
conditions. When this happens, the individual involved is often as startled 
as those around him. 

Lola Leibowitz is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But 
within her a love of perversity lies coiled like a snake, awaiting only the 
proper stimulus to arouse it. And when the lovely young country girl finds 
herself the victim of unscrupulous people in the big city, her secret 
desires at last come to the surface. 

LOLA'S NEW PET-the story of a girl who must come to terms with her own 
nature and needs. A novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our 
restless society as food for serious thought. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"I want to suck your cock, big boy!" 

Jake McGee looked abruptly up from the newspaper that had absorbed his 
attention for the past half-hour. Over him stood his wife, a mature, 
blooming redheaded beauty who had obviously grown tired of waiting for him 
to notice her. 

It was not unusual for Sadie to take things into her own hands. She had put 
on her sexiest black nightgown, one that showed just enough of her 
voluptuous figure to make the energy start flowing to Jake's groin. Her soft 
curly red hair stood out like a great mane around her face. The makeup that 
highlighted her eyes, her mouth, her cheeks made her look like a lady of the 
streets. That was the kind of lady that turned her husband on most, and 
Sadie was no fool. She played to Jake's weak points for all she was worth. 

"The idea interest you?" Her voice was lower and huskier than usual. She ran 
her tongue suggestively over her red lips as she kneeled down in front of 
Jake. The way her tongue-tip wiggled lewdly sent a little thrill of 
anticipation through the big man's body. He had never known any woman who 
could give a head job like his wife. Just thinking about it was enough to 
make him hard as an anvil. 

His grin was broad and lecherous. "You know it, baby! I'm interested!" 

Her fingers were already grappling with the zipper of his pants. Obvious 
excitement danced in her eyes as she reached into the gap and pulled out an 
already half-grown handful of cock. 

"Mmmmm, nice," she murmured. 

Without hesitation, she opened her mouth wide and took his whole prick deep 
into her mouth. Her butter-textured lips closed over his shaft and began to 
work incitingly up and down, up and down, in slow, rhythmic, agonizing 
strokes. 

Jake had to shift his position slightly in the big armchair. He clung to the 
arms for support, gritting his teeth against the almost overwhelming 
pleasure her lips were dealing his ramrod cock. 

"Uuuuhh, Jeez, baby! It's quite a shift to go from the sports scores to this 
... shit, I'm having trouble adjusting!" 

Jake always preferred to express his emotions with humor. He was not the 
type of man for tender words. Still, he was a man of strong emotion, and 
Sadie was drawing every one of them out of him now. That was why the bond 
between the two had remained so strong through almost ten years of marriage. 
As a team, they lived more intensely, more vibrantly than either ever had 
alone. 

Sadie could not resist raising her lips from his cock to answer. "Hell ... a 
sport like you should have no trouble handling a little old girl like me, 
Jake!" Her tongue shot out and stabbed the slit in his glans. He roared his 
approval. 

"Sadie, you're a devil woman and I love you ... mainly 'cause you've got the 
sweetest sucking mouth on the whole West Coast." 

That flippant compliment seemed to be all the encouragement the redhead 
needed. Her head began to bob up and down over her husband's cock. A few 
stray curls clung to her forehead as her skin grew moist with exertion. 

"Jeez, you're hot, baby! I bet that sweet little pussy of yours is soaking 
wet." 

Her pussy was indeed soaking wet under her filmy black nightgown. Though she 
could do nothing about it right now, Sadie found sufficient pleasure in the 
urgent tingling in her clitoris as her buttocks ground salaciously behind 
her in time to her cock-sucking rhythm. 

Not content to sit passively beneath her talented tongue, Jake rammed his 
hips upward each time her head bobbed down. He drove his cock as far into 
her throat as it would go. Rather than gagging she seemed to savor the added 
stimulation. She dove for it hungrily, licking and sucking his stiff prick 
to its very base. 

Jake watched the lascivious churning of her buttocks under her nightgown 
with rapt attention. He could catch little flashes of her smooth white flesh 
through the semi-transparent black nylon. His eyes roamed greedily up over 
her tapered back and down under to catch a glimpse of her full rounded 
breasts that were three-quarters exposed in her wanton kneeling position. 
The pictures he was snapping in his memory helped to intensify the hot 
flowing sensations darting from his painfully erect cock. 

A marked scuffling noise across the room caused Jake to glance up 
momentarily. He had forgotten about Whopper, the family's enthusiastic 
German shepherd. Whopper was watching his masters' obscene coupling with 
mounting excitement. Whereas before the dog had been lying quietly behind a 
chair, now he was sitting up at attention, shifting his weight nervously 
from one foreleg to the other. Without any doubt, Whopper was waiting for an 
invitation to join the fun. 

"What's the matter, big boy? Afraid you're missing out on something?" It was 
not unusual for Whopper to be interested in the sexual activities of his 
masters. The big German shepherd had been trained to screw human females by 
the kennel that had sold the couple their animal. Both Jake and Sadie had 
been titillated by the idea of adding a new, perverse element to their sex 
life. 

Though frightened at first, Sadie had found Whopper to be an extremely 
desirable sex partner. In certain ways, he surpassed human males. For one 
thing, he was always around when she needed him. For another, he seemed to 
devote the same tireless energy and enthusiasm to screwing her senseless 
whether it had been a good day or a bad, whether the sun had been shining or 
it had been cloudy. 

Jake had kidded her about the chances of her trading him in on another dog. 
In fact, there was no real reason for the man to be jealous. Watching 
Whopper with his wife turned him on too, and the dog was good to have around 
on the days when Sadie seemed to have more energy than her husband. All in 
all, the two humans and the animal had worked out a very satisfactory, 
though unnatural relationship. Jake and Sadie had gotten a lot of fun, and 
profit, out of talking their friends into sampling the virtues of canine 
companionship. Sadie had trained several dogs herself, and sold them for 
substantial fees. 

With sadistic glee, Jake reached down and pulled his wife's nightgown up to 
her waist. The round enticing moons of her buttocks waved hypnotically in 
the dog's direction. Jake felt his cock lurch at the sight of her naked 
ass-cheeks. 

Whopper looked from the woman's ass to his boss's face and back again. Like 
any well-trained thoroughbred, the German shepherd knew how to wait for his 
command, no matter how agonizing the temptation. 

"You like the look of that, do you, fella? Would you like to get a closer 
look at that nice juicy ass, huh?" 

Though Sadie continued to bob her head hungrily up and down over her 
husband's cock, much of her attention centered on her own exposed pussy and 
ass. She loved the way the cool air wafted over her moist sensitized 
genitals. With greedy anticipation, she looked forward to the moment when 
her cunt would encounter more direct stimulation. She looked pleadingly up 
at her husband. 

"Let him do it to me, Jake ... please? It would feel so good right now. 
Sucking your cock has got me so hot!" 

"When aren't you hot, you greedy little whore you!" 

Jake was intensely excited. He enjoyed the role of master to his wife's 
slave. He liked to see her beg for it. He liked to see her get it as hard 
and as ruthless as her tireless pussy craved it. Once again, he looked at 
the dog. 

"Okay, Whopper, come over here, boy! Go to it! Lick her ass, fella!" 

Like a shot, Whopper crossed the room and nosed his muzzle into the 
salaciously displayed slit of Sadie's buttocks. 

"Aaaaaaaggghhh!" Her moan died out in a garbled whimper as Jake grabbed her 
hair and forced his cock deep into her throat. 

"You keep sucking!" he told his aroused wife. "I want you to make my prick 
feel extra good, to reward me for letting you have your dog! Jee-zuz!" 

The redhead went to work at once to obey his commands. While her ass-cheeks 
gyrated this way and that to catch the dog's nose where she wanted it, her 
mouth went wild. Her lips fluttered lightly up and down along his cock-shaft 
while her tongue flickered all over its glossy turgid length. When he was 
groaning in submission, she gripped his cock tight with her lips and began 
to move her head more urgently up and down. 

"Mmmmmm! Oh yeah!" Jake slid forward in his chair, resting his ass on the 
very edge. He was abandoning himself to her sensuous lips, leaving his fate 
to the greedy manipulations of her mouth. Though his eyes drooped in lusty 
languor, he was watching the dog's head bowed before his wife's ass. He 
could see Whopper's long pink tongue snake out to lick her pussy. The sight 
made him drive his cock forcefully up into her receptive mouth. "Do it, 
baby! Do it!" 

Sadie's whole body quivered as the tantalizing tongue licked hungrily up 
over her cunt and asshole. Again and again, the animal licked her, until she 
was at a frenzied peak of anticipation. Her ass tilted lewdly up in the air, 
begging for dog-cock. Her mouth attacked Jake's cock hungrily, no holds 
barred. She was a wanton inferno of desire. 

"God, Sadie, you sure know how to move that thing ... hey, Whopper, why 
don't you get on up there and fuck Sadie, boy? Fuck her, Whopper!" 

As though to prove he was his own boss in some things, Whopper made one last 
long lick up over the woman's sopping pussy. Then he mounted her, wrapped 
his hairy forepaws around her sleek hips, and began to rut forward. Three 
hard surging attempts, and his cock slipped right on up inside Sadie's 
quaking cunt. Her pussy-muscles clasped him tightly. Whopper knew exactly 
what he wanted. He pulled his cock out to the very tip of the red tapered 
shaft and shoved deep into her again. And again. And again. Regular as 
clockwork and powerful as a locomotive, Whopper established his bestial 
fucking rhythm. Sadie was going out of her mind with pleasure. Whopper's 
hard relentless strokes buffeted her forward onto her husband's cock, 
automatically attuning his fucking tempo to her sucking motions. The dog's 
cock was iron-hard, but the redhead felt no pain. She was so relaxed, so 
inundated with sensuous delight, that all she felt was pleasure, pure 
roiling, mounting energy. Slave to two stiff pricks, she struggled like a 
harem queen to bring them both their fiery reward. 

"Yeah, boy! Fuck her! How does that sweet little pussy of yours feel, Sadie? 
Is that dog-prick doing you good?" 

He felt her mouth answer by giving his cock an extra-tight squeeze. The 
uncontrolled grinding of her shapely buttocks demonstrated clearly enough 
that his wife was well on her way to a crisis. Jake knew even Sadie couldn't 
keep up a furious pace like this for long. 

Yet the tireless redhead did her best to prove him wrong. For long minutes, 
her body reveled in its dual role as lust receptacle to two hard surging 
pricks. Her head bobbed tirelessly over his cock. Her ass writhed greedily 
in search of the dog's pointed cudgel. Little moans of depraved excitement 
burbled in her throat, struggled for exit around the man's filling prick. 

Jake saw the dazed smile on the face of the animal deteriorate for a moment 
to a look of brutal abandonment. Whopper's loins collided with Sadie's ass 
with magnum force. 

"Shit, Sadie, he's cumming in you! Whopper's filling you, baby!" The thought 
was enough to drive Jake over the precarious edge into climax. "Uuuuuhhh ... 
Christ!" 

Sadie struggled valiantly to swallow the thick hot load that flooded her 
throat in one geyser-like wave. Having both her lovers cumming in her at 
once excited the woman intensely. Her body shuddered convulsively. She too 
was cumming. 

"That's it, baby! Work it out!" 

Jake had been with Sadie long enough to know when his wife was having an 
orgasm. He watched her scantily clad body churn and quiver and eventually 
seem to deflate. She was exhausted from the sheer power of her superhuman 
effort. Like a ragdoll, she sagged onto the rug. She was breathing hard. The 
dog's cum trickled from her pussy. Thin spatters of her husband's semen 
stained her lips. A slow dreamy smile drifted over her face as she closed 
her eyes and began to dream. 

The dog and the man recouped their energies and went out to the kitchen 
together. 

"I think we all deserve a treat, don't you, Whopper old buddy?" 

The dog wagged his tail and barked. He sat expectantly at the man's feet. 
Jake mixed a couple of bloody marys in the blender and poured a half bottle 
of beer into Whopper's dish. The dog lapped the cool beverage greedily. 

"Sadie sure doesn't let us off easy, does she, boy?" Jake laughed, and 
polished off the other half of the beer. He was still feeling weak in the 
knees himself. Returning to the living room, Jake found his wife still 
sprawled on the rug, her ass still bare, her eyes still closed. He prodded 
her playfully with his stockinged foot. "Come on, superwoman! I've got just 
the thing to put the light back in your eye." 

She struggled to a sitting position, made a half-hearted attempt to pull her 
nightie down over her thighs. "Light's the last thing I need," she murmured 
groggily. "I've still got stars in my eyes." 

Jake laughed heartily and shoved the drink under her nose. "Bottom's up!" 

Through the thin drapes, the bright-red flash of a neon light invaded the 
semi-darkness of the room. Sadie and Jake never noticed it any more. They 
had been living at the Travelers' Rest Motel so long, the sign had become a 
part of the scenery for them, like the tiny bus station across the road. And 
the dry bleak hills in the distance. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Lola Leibowitz had never been any farther from her rural home in Illinois 
than the neighboring town where she worked the evening shift in a diner. For 
her twenty-second birthday, she decided to give herself a break. She had 
managed to save over a thousand dollars in the last three years. 

With the money, she was fulfilling the dream of a lifetime. She was sitting 
on a bus heading cross-country. She was going to Los Angeles, land of sun, 
smog and Disneyland. In the age of liberation, she was obeying Horace 
Greeley's admonition to "go west, young man". 

Not that Lola was exactly a liberated woman. Until two days ago, she had 
spent every night of her life under her parents' roof. Though they had grown 
up in America, both her mother and her father were still very much 
influenced by their Polish-Catholic roots. They had not allowed Lola much 
liberty. She had had to be quick and clever to lose her virginity at the age 
of nineteen to a farmhand on a neighboring farm. 

Her experiences since had been few and far between. Lola was still 
practically a virgin ... an innocent turned loose on the world. But she had 
read a good deal, books borrowed from the library and from friends and 
secreted under her pillow. She knew something of the world. She wanted to 
know more. 

Lola had the romantic young woman's hunger for travel and adventure. 

Her parents had resisted her plans to go all the way to Los Angeles, alone, 
with no job secured. But Lola had been firm ... so firm her parents had 
asked facetiously if this was their obedient little daughter. 

"Yes, I am, Mama, Papa," she had answered. "But I'm twenty-one now. I've got 
to find my own place in the world. You can't protect me forever. What could 
really happen to me? If I can't find a job out there, I'll come back home. 
You've got my word on that." 

Lola's parents were either too shy or too superstitious to list for her a 
few of the things that could happen to her in the big city, a woman, 
untutored in the laws of survival, alone. Perhaps they just didn't have the 
heart to put a damper on the girl's optimism. 

Not that anything could really have killed Lola's optimism. She was the 
first to board the L.A. bound bus in Chicago. She climbed to the back of the 
bus and chose a window seat with a panoramic view of the station. Once on 
the open road, the girl never took her eyes off the changing flow of 
scenery. It never got boring for Lola. Everything was new to her. Everything 
offered excitement. 

The times she hated most were the hours after sunset when she wasn't tired 
enough to sleep. There was nothing to see out the window as they roared 
along the highway. She was far too restless to read. She felt like a jungle 
cat locked in a cage at those times. What to do with herself? 

A young man on the bus noticed Lola's boredom, her wide-eyed eagerness. The 
second night out of Chicago, the middle-aged woman sitting next to Lola 
debarked. The young man lost no time in moving in. He knew if he didn't, 
there were several other men on the bus with the same idea. 

"Hi! You look as bored as I feel. Mind if I sit down?" He figured it was a 
cool approach. How could she resist him? Her rich brown eyes, her soft long 
black hair, her flushed cheeks--all displayed so prettily as she looked up 
at him--made him hope fervently that she would not resist. Her smile was 
hesitant, but receptive ... eager to be friendly, if it seemed the right 
thing to be. 

Lola's heart fluttered. The stranger was so handsome and sophisticated. She 
had only seen such men in the diner. They were always traveling through, 
salesman usually, between stops. Lola had always been a little shy with 
them. They were friendly enough, but so slick. They frightened her. 

Still, she was lonely and bored. It couldn't hurt to just talk for a while. 
Besides, she was on her own now. She was not obligated to worry about what 
Mama would think. 

"I guess it would be all right. I have to admit, I've missed the sound of my 
own voice the last day and a half." 

He laughed encouragingly and sat down. "A girl with a sense of humor. 
Terrific. Where you heading?" 

As usual with this type of man, Lola squirmed a little under the stranger's 
intense scrutiny. "Los Angeles?" She didn't like the lack of assertiveness 
in her voice. She cleared her throat and said it again. "Los Angeles. I'm 
moving out there. No more cold winters for me." 

"Terrific. I wouldn't mind getting the hell out of those myself." He 
considered the four-letter word before he let it out. He decided she was 
probably the kind of girl who would be impressed by the manly sound of it. 
"What do you do?" He grinned. "Going to be a movie star? You're pretty 
enough." 

She smiled modestly. "Oh no. I'm a waitress." That sounded a little weak. 
"I've got three and a half years experience. I heard people in L.A. are big 
tippers." 

He was beginning to relax with her. He knew her number. He'd met scores of 
girls like this one. She was prettier than most ... though she obviously was 
unaware of her own potential. 

"It's like anywhere. You've got your big tippers and you've got your 
cheapies. You gotta make sure you get into a class place." 

Her wide brown eyes shone with interest. "You mean you've been there?" 

"Sure. Loads of times. Personally, I prefer New York ... there you can find 
any kind of action you want ... not that you can't in L.A., but New York's 
more my style." 

His comments worried her. She didn't think she should ask what kind of 
action he was referring to. "Are you going there now? To L.A., I mean?" 

"No, my company's moving me to Denver. I sell men's accessories. The reason 
I'm riding this lousy bus is, I figure I can save most of my moving 
allowance this way. I've run into a few debts lately ... racked up my car, 
had to pay a broad off to keep her mouth shut ... things like that. I gotta 
be careful with my bread. I'll give the company a nice fat moving bill, and 
I'll be back on my feet." 

His words poured out so fast, Lola was scarcely able to keep up with him. 
She wasn't sure she liked the gist of what he was saying. But how was she to 
know? Maybe that was the way things were with salesmen. They probably did 
have a lot of overhead, traveling all the time the way they did. 

"Can you recommend any nice, low-priced motels in Los Angeles? Not too 
low-priced, you know. But I've got to make my money last awhile." 

He grinned broadly. "Now that depends what kind of action you're looking 
for." 

"I'm just looking for a job, you know ... in a nice class place, like you 
said." 

"Yeah, well, I'll think about it. If I come up with anything, I'll let you 
know later. Hey, looks like the driver is finally going to give us a chance 
to stretch our legs. Come on. Let me buy you a cup of coffee." 

The big bus pulled up in front of a modest-looking diner. "Reminds me of the 
place I used to work in." 

Lola jumped from the last step to the ground. She was feeling good, free, 
excited. Having someone to talk to made her realize just how far she'd come. 
Back home, she would never have gotten into a conversation with a man like 
this. Even though she didn't think she particularly liked him, there was no 
harm in talking to him. It was interesting listening to someone so 
completely different from the folks back home. 

"Yeah? Top stuff, eh?" 

Before she had a chance to catch the sarcasm, he grabbed her elbow and 
guided her around the side of the diner. 

Lola was alarmed. "Hey! Where you taking me!" 

"Don't worry, baby. I'm not going to hurt you. But I just gotta have a 
smoke." 

"Why don't you smoke inside?" 

"Not this kind of tobacco. They'd have a sheriff out here arresting my ass 
in no time. Here, have a drag." 

He passed the glowing cigarette to Lola. She looked at it hesitantly. The 
light dawned. Obviously, it had to be marijuana. She had smoked that once, 
after school, with a couple of kids. 

The effect on her had been almost nil ... she had been disappointed, after 
all she had heard about it. Since then, she hadn't given marijuana a second 
thought. Obviously, it did nothing for her. She decided to take a drag, just 
to be a sport. He would never know whether it had affected her or not. 

He took the joint back and drew on it greedily. "This is good shit, baby. 
You're going to like this stuff. Colombian red. You can't get this just 
anywhere. I had to hock my pinky ring to get it, but it was worth it." 

Automatically, she looked for a ring on his little finger. The neon sign 
from the diner cast enough light to locate a sparkling red stone in a large 
masculine setting. She became entranced with the multi-faceted beauty of the 
ring. 

He looked from her face to the ring and back again. "Pretty stoned, aren't 
you, baby? Yeah, I got my ring back. You like it?" He took it off his finger 
and handed it to her. "Here, wear it for a while." 

It was a little loose even on her middle finger, but she held it out in 
front of her, admiring the effect. Her mind dimly registered his comment 
that she was stoned, but she let it pass. Maybe she was stoned. It didn't 
matter. Everything seemed so slow-moving, so fascinating. She felt intensely 
happy, freed of any anxieties she might have harbored about her companion. 

"Are we going to get that cup of coffee?" 

He was pleased with the way the drug had loosened her up. "Sure thing. Here, 
have one last drag before we go in." 

She had no qualms now about indulging in the drug. If this was what it was 
like to be "stoned", she was all for it. She took a long drag on the roach 
while he held it for her. As she pulled her head away, he covered her mouth 
with his own. His kiss was firm and quick, but it started her quivering. She 
was liking this man's company more and more. 

"What's your name?" she asked pertly. "Mine's Lola." 

"Lola--Perfect. Mine's Kenny. Come on. Let's go inside." 

They entered the diner hand in hand. The brunette wondered if any of the 
other passengers would have noticed the change in their relationship. From 
perfect strangers a short while ago to holding hands. The folks back home 
would be scandalized. Lola giggled at the thought. None of their fellow 
travelers gave them more than a passing glance. 

"How about some of those donuts over there?" 

Lola agreed readily to his suggestion. She hadn't felt at all hungry when 
she got off the bus, but suddenly she was ravenous. She and the young 
salesman each ate three donuts before the driver announced it was time to 
move on. They giggled happily as they made their way back to the bus. 

"That stuff sure gives you an appetite, doesn't it?" he teased her. 

She put her hand over her mouth like a naughty child. "Oh! Is that what did 
it? Jeepers, I guess I really am stoned. Didn't think it would ever happen 
to me!" 

Kenny looked around anxiously to see if anyone had overheard her uncool 
remarks. The people around them all looked suitably bored and disinterested. 
He relaxed. He would have to be careful about how much of that kind of weed 
he fed to a green horn. The girl was higher than a kite, from just two tokes 
of the stuff! Not that that was all bad ... She was relaxed now, and that 
was the way he wanted her. 

Lola chattered on happily as the bus continued on its way south west ward. 
She noticed Kenny's hand reach over and squeeze her knee, then her thigh. 
Her mind put up token resistance, but her body and her spirit loved it. She 
felt a little naughty, but enjoyed being naughty. For the first time in her 
life, she was responsible to no one but herself. For the first time in her 
life, she felt like an adult. 

When he saw that she was going to let him squeeze her thigh, Kenny decided 
to try for higher stakes. As the night wore on and she became drowsy, he put 
an arm around her and let her rest her head on his shoulder. She slept. His 
fingers reached for a firm round swell of tit and squeezed. She stirred, 
smiled and snuggled against him, without coming fully awake. His hands 
investigated her full billowing breast until he too slept. 

They awoke to a darkened bus. Everyone around them seemed to be asleep. 

"Mmmmm ... " she murmured drowsily. "What woke me up?" 

Suddenly she became aware of the tantalizing sensations darting from her 
right tit down through her cunt and back again. He was squeezing her breast, 
just hard enough to fill her entire being with longing. Not yet sure whether 
she should protest, she turned toward him. 

His mouth met hers in a long deep, searching kiss. His tongue rudely 
demanded entry into her mouth. For a moment, she experienced panic. She knew 
nice girls should not allow boys to do such things to them. But, before she 
could start to fight him off, she found her own body leaning hungrily toward 
him. She wanted him. She wanted him to kiss her, to be nice to her. Though 
she hadn't really suffered from loneliness in the three short days she had 
been away from home, the longing for human contact seemed to overwhelm her 
with the first touch of his lips, kissing her in this new urgent way. 

"Mmmmmm, you sure taste good, Lola." 

"So do you, Kenny." 

As she looked into his eyes, she wondered how she could ever have been the 
least bit suspicious of this fine warm man. He liked her. He really liked 
her. He had been so nice to her right from the start. It thrilled her that 
she had felt comfortable enough with him to fall asleep against his 
shoulder. She had never been able to spend all night with a man before. 

"I sure am glad I met you, Kenny. I don't know when I've had so much fun as 
I did tonight." 

With his experience with young, inexperienced women, Kenny could have 
predicted that she would get dewy-eyed over a couple of kisses. That was 
exactly what he was looking for. Though cold calculation lurked somewhere at 
the base of his motives, he too was falling prey to the youthful urgency 
that the girl was feeling. With his greater experience, however, he sought 
more from the feeling than a few kisses and titty-grabs. He wanted to fuck 
this beautiful, dark-eyed girl! Right now, that simple fact was more 
important than dope, Denver or money. It was a priority that his impulsive 
nature drove him to act upon. 

"I've had a great time too, Lola ... listen, I've got an idea. Why don't you 
stop off in Denver for a day or two? You've got a through ticket. You can 
hop another bus whenever you feel like it. I'd just like more chance to get 
to know you better. What do you say?" 

She hesitated. Her teeth tugged harshly on her lower lip. Every fiber of her 
being urged her to follow up on the young man's invitation. But was it 
right? She didn't know anyone in Denver. She'd only be there to be with him. 
Would he expect her to sleep with him? 

Despite the hesitations of her conscience, her body still tingled all over 
at the thought of being alone with a man, of being able to make love in 
comfort, without worrying about being discovered. Almost as soon as these 
thoughts entered her mind, she forced them out. She couldn't let herself 
consider such things so cold-bloodedly. She couldn't accept his invitation 
with the ruthless intent of going off somewhere and making love to him. 

But there was no reason why she shouldn't stop in Denver for a day or two. 
She had the money and the time. Just a couple of days, and then she'd hurry 
right off to Los Angeles and get a job. 

The idea of adventure had totally captivated Lola. She was going to visit a 
new city, one she hadn't expected to catch more than a glimpse of. Fate was 
calling her. Experience waited. 

Kenny had almost reconciled himself to a negative response. It had been 
almost five minutes since he asked the question. Surely she was going to say 
no. 

"I'll do it," she announced loudly, more loudly than was necessary in the 
quiet bus. It was clear she was still convincing herself. She giggled as 
Kenny grabbed her and hugged her playfully. 

"Hey, that's great! We'll have a ball!" A cynical voice inside him added: "A 
guaranteed ball from a master, baby!" But she was an innocent one. He didn't 
want to shock her. He joined her excitement as they talked about the city 
they were scheduled to reach in just a couple of hours. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Lola felt a moment's panic as the bus pulled out of the Denver depot, 
leaving her behind, with her suitcase and her new companion. She turned and 
looked wide-eyed up at Kenny as he chatted with the girl in the newsstand. 
He was certainly handsome. And he was fun to talk to. 

But what in the world was she doing here in a strange town with him? Had she 
gotten herself in over her head? 

Just as her self-doubts were starting to bring tears to her eyes, Kenny 
turned to her and kissed her hotly on the lips. Though it felt good, Lola 
flushed bright red with embarrassment. When she broke away from his embrace, 
she caught the eye of the newsstand girl watching her with amused 
detachment. Nervously, she straightened her dress. "Heck, Kenny, what did 
you go and do that for?" 

He put his arm around her and led her to the door. "I just want the whole 
world to know I think you're great." 

She was satisfied, though for several moments longer, the knowing look in 
the eyes of the girl lingered in her memory. 

"Well, where do we go from here?" she asked. 

"I know a terrific little hotel only a couple of miles away." He flagged 
down a taxi and saw that their luggage was safely stowed in the front seat. 
It made her feel very grown up the way he helped her into the cab, and 
snuggled in close beside her. "About the hotel, Lola ... " 

Here it was ... the moment of truth that she hadn't let herself think about. 
Would it be one room or two? 

"Yes?" She knew she was trembling, but she couldn't stop. 

"I thought we'd both save some money if we shared a room ... We can get a 
room with two beds ... everything on the up and up, if that's the way you 
want it." Kenny knew exactly how to handle a girl with Lola's kind of 
nervous innocence. He'd win her trust, by taking the initiative in making 
sure things would be nice and proper ... and then.... 

She searched his eyes to see how serious his proposal was. She saw no 
lecherous gleam, no twinkle that she imagined would tell her if he had any 
naughty thoughts on his mind. Somewhere inside, she may have felt the 
slightest disappointment, but on the surface she was relieved. He respected 
her. That was good to know. 

"All right, Kenny." She put her hand on his knee, a daring gesture for Lola. 
"I really appreciate your understanding ... you know ... " 

"Sure, Lola, honey. I knew right from the beginning you were no easy lay. 
You've got class. That's what made me want to get to know you." Kenny had 
used this approach so many times, he could recite it in his sleep. 

She snuggled against him and closed her eyes. After the long hours and days 
on the bus, it was good to be on the way to a nice comfortable bed and a 
good long sleep. 

"I'm tired," Lola said. 

The cab pulled up in front of a modern hotel. 

"Lola, honey, would you mind paying the cabbie? I'm fresh out of change." He 
left her at the car while he carried their bags into the hotel. Lola was 
flustered, but she managed to find five dollars to pay the man. To her 
dismay, he gave her no change ... just thanked her curtly and drove off. 

Her momentary depression vanished as she entered the lobby and found Kenny 
waiting for her with a key and a smile. "I've got us a room, honey. Best in 
the house. What do you think of that?" 

She thought about asking the cost. After all, she had agreed to go halves. 
This place looked pretty expensive. Kenny's bright mood and her own 
excitement demanded that she be a good sport. She would trust Kenny not to 
get her in over her head. 

The room was large and comfortable, with two double beds and a couple of 
armchairs and a large color TV. Lola tried one of the chairs, then bounded 
happily up and down on a bed. 

"Hey, this is really comfortable! Wow! You know? I think I just got my 
second wind. I feel so good, like I just got up! Sleeping sounds kind of 
boring right now!" 

He dove onto the bed next to her, flattening her under him, and wrestled 
playfully with her. "You know something, Lola? You're a big girl now! Mama's 
not sitting in the next room! You can do anything you want ... which 
includes staying up when you're supposed to be in bed." 

Lola had told him something of her regimented upbringing. He knew girls like 
Lola often went wild when finally freed of the restrictions that had bound 
them all their lives. He was hoping to prime Lola for that kind of response. 

Lola was still young enough to react like a kid to his playing. But 
somewhere inside, her body was reacting like that of a woman. Hot flashes of 
desire soared from her cunt and tits throughout her lasciviously pinioned 
body. He was so strong, so handsome. It felt so good to be so close to him. 

Their playing was interrupted by a loud rap on the door. "That'll be room 
service," he told her. "I decided to order us a bottle of champagne. I 
thought we should celebrate." 

Her whole body yearned for him as he rose from her. She didn't want to let 
him go. There was a new adventure in the offing, however. She had never 
sampled champagne. Her eyes sparkled as she reached for the glass and held 
it up in a toast. 

"To us! To a great adventure!" she reached up and kissed him. 

The kiss was long and deep, hungry. Lola was finding it harder and harder to 
deny the inevitable truth to herself. They were going to make love. She 
wanted him. She wanted to do it. 

Her mouth was kept busy with kisses and champagne, until she began to feel 
very lightheaded. She lay back on the bed and stared up at him, sitting next 
to her. 

"I sure am glad I decided to stay over," she told him. 

He knew it was time. She was ripe. The way she was trembling, the vulnerable 
look in her eyes ... he had seen it all before. And it all meant just one 
thing. Without hesitation, he lay down on top of her, positioned his groin 
over her pubic mound and began to grind his hips suggestively. 

His tongue dove deep into her mouth, challenging hers, demanding an 
answering gesture. It surprised him when she actually began to suck his 
tongue greedily. Kenny knew he could relax. The bird was in the basket. She 
wanted what he wanted. 

The sweet smell of victory made the young man's cock pulse urgently in his 
pants. The more excited he got, the less he worried about being gentle. He 
reached for the front buttons of her dress, and when they refused to yield 
to his fumbling fingers, he pulled. Her dress came open. Several buttons 
popped off and rolled to the floor. He didn't bother to try to unfasten her 
bra. He just pushed it up, over the swelling mounds of her tits. He reached 
under and cupped one in each hand. The firmness, the resilience of the 
smooth orbs made him ache to fuck her. 

"Jeez, you're beautiful, baby! You're beautiful!" He eased his body off her 
partway, so he could pull her dress up more easily. His fingers violated the 
crotchband of her panties, found the hot hairy slit of her cunt. 

Inspired by her own daring, and by the heated abandon of their coupling, 
Lola began to hump her hips up against his finger. It was so romantic, so 
overwhelmingly exciting to be here with Kenny. 

Though she was scarcely aware of the process, the more skillfully Kenny 
assailed her quivering young body, the more romantic Lola felt about him. 
Like many girls such as her, for Lola the process of learning the pleasure 
potential of her own body became a process of "falling in love". 

"Oooooohhh, Kenny ... ooohhh, you're so wonderful! You make me feel so ... 
aaaggghhh!" 

"You're really something, Lola! You really know how to turn on, baby! Jeez, 
your pussy's so wet!" 

His finger dove deep into her hot clasping hole and began to work its way in 
and out. It delighted him the way her cunt-walls spasmed around his finger, 
gripping him. If the pressure on his finger was this noticeable, what would 
it feel like on his thick cock? The more he thought about that, the less 
interested Kenny was in fooling around with foreplay. 

He wanted to fuck! 

The alcohol, the place, the man ... all conspired to make Lola forget all 
her inhibitions, all her learned morality. She was becoming just what Kenny 
had hoped for--a wild wanton, a craving cunt hungry for fucking. 

"How do you feel, baby? Is that tight little cunt hot enough for you?" While 
he talked, he grappled urgently with his fly. Without her even noticing, he 
pulled his thick swollen cock from his pants. He rubbed it salaciously 
against Lola's thigh as he kissed her. 

For a moment, the brunette went rigid. There it was ... that hard rubbery 
pressure against her bare skin. His cock was out. There was no turning back 
now. 

The finger manipulating her pussy told her better than words that she didn't 
want to turn back. His thumb skimmed round and round the hardened nub of her 
clitoris. Even if she had wanted to turn back, Kenny would not have let her. 
The blood pounded hotly through his cock. 

"Oh baby, let me at you!" 

He rolled heavily over on top of her. He guided his cock-head toward her 
pussy and shoved. As his cock drove deep into her, his tongue invaded her 
mouth. 

Lola had not been expecting such a sudden, brutal entry. She felt a brief 
charge of pain that made her want to pull away. But he would not let her. He 
had her pinned down ... with his mouth, his cock, the weight of his body. 
She was his to do with as he pleased. 

Her pussy had been wet enough that it took only a few moments for her 
tightly clasped walls to accommodate his rough entry. He was already moving 
in and out of her, massaging her cunt to new lewd stimulation. 

He raised his mouth from hers, braced himself on his arms and concentrated 
on fucking her in long, deep, rhythmic strokes. He enjoyed watching her grow 
wild beneath him. He liked watching her face crumble, then gradually piece 
itself together again as she fell prey to the orgasmic impulses shooting 
through her. He could tell that she was having one super-charged orgasm 
after another. Obviously her whole body had been ravenous for cock. He was 
doing this girl a favor. He was giving her just what she needed. 

"Kenny ... Kenny ... you're such a wonderful lover, darling." 

Eyes closed, her head rocked crazily from side to side on the bedspread. 
Lola was experiencing a kind of ecstasy she had never known before. The 
responses of her body had completely overwhelmed her. She had thought she 
knew what it was to make love. But she hadn't. She hadn't known she could 
fly this high. She hadn't known she could just lie back and let a wonderful 
thick prick drive her to the depraved heights of erotic abandon. 

For the excited Kenny, the woman impaled upon his rigid cock had ceased to 
have any real identity for him. She was a cunt ... a warm, wet, welcoming 
cunt. That was all he knew or cared about. He had gotten this girl where he 
wanted her, and she was good pussy. Period. 

"Jee-zuz! What a cunt, baby! You sure know how to move that sweet thing!" 

Her hips were churning hungrily against him, driving up and colliding with 
his loins. She was like a crazed animal, furious in her search for more and 
more of the hot filling pleasure. Her enthusiasm drove Kenny wild. Not in a 
long time had he screwed a woman with this kind of fresh talent for really 
getting into sex. In a way, he was sorry she was moving on. It never hurt to 
have another one like this on the string. 

Still too naive to realize fully what was happening to her, Lola felt the 
intense shuddering vibration that marked yet another orgasm. 

"Aaaagghh! Oooooohhh! Good-d-d!" 

"You cumming again, you greedy little pussy you!" he taunted her. "Uuuhh, 
yeah, baby! Move it!" Like a flash, his own orgasm was upon him. "Shit, I'm 
doing it, baby! I'm filling that juicy little twat of yours!" 

Lola had never heard language like his before. But she knew what he meant. 
She knew he was pleased with her. She smiled contentedly and tousled his 
hair. 

"Ooohhh, Kenny ... I think I love you!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Words of love were not for Kenny. He looked down at the lovely lace of the 
young country girl as she dozed peacefully, her dress torn and disheveled. 
It appealed to his ego that she had said she loved him. He liked his women 
to be sorry to see him go. One way or another, they were usually sorry. 

He stripped off his clothes and helped her out of what was left of hers. She 
smiled lazily up at him. 

"Feel good, baby?" 

"I feel wonderful! I have never felt so wonderful! Oh Kenny ... you're 
terrific!" She got up on her knees on the mattress and threw her arms around 
him. His fingers fondled the smooth lines of her body as they kissed. "Oh, 
Kenny," she sighed. 

"You sure are a beautiful woman, Lola." He held her at arm's length and 
admired the firm rounded swells of her tits, her tiny waist, her flaring 
hips. Her skin was white and smooth, an interesting contrast to her dark 
eyes and hair. Just looking at her made his cock begin to grow. 

Lola noticed his reaction and laughed. She would never have expected to feel 
this free, naked, in front of a naked man. But the closeness of their 
lovemaking experience seemed to make it all right. Kenny was her lover now. 
It was good to be naked together. And to see his cock grow hard with desire 
for her. 

"Thank you, Kenny ... you're beautiful, too," she told him shyly. 

When she sat back down on the bed, his cock was level with her face. He held 
it with one hand as he stood over her. Her lips were so soft and full. He 
had an intense urge to see them wrapped around his swollen cock-shaft. With 
a fingertip he tilted her chin upward. 

"Lola ... would you do something for me?" 

At the moment, Lola could not imagine anything she would not do for Kenny. 

"Oh yes, Kenny ... anything ... " He fondled her face. His hands moved 
roughly, masterfully. His fingers tangled in her long dark hair. He was 
hurting her, just a little. 

The urgency of his caresses made her cunt flare wetly. She could feel her 
pussy-lips, still soaked with his drying cum. Yes, she would do anything for 
him! 

"Good girl ... " Holding her hair with one hand, he guided his cock-tip 
around the edges of her face. She tried to draw back, but he held her 
firmly. "I want you to suck my cock for me, Lola." Instinctively he knew 
this girl had never done such a thing. He could tell by the way she 
stiffened when his glans first touched her face. 

Kenny was right about Lola. She had never sucked a cock. Once, a boy her own 
age had asked her to do that for him. But he had asked timidly, as though he 
didn't really expect her to go through with it. She hadn't. The idea had 
disgusted her. 

It was one thing to feel a hard cock surging up into her cunt. But to suck 
it ... She couldn't believe any woman would ever do such a depraved thing. 

The young brunette was torn in two. More than anything, she wanted to 
satisfy the wishes of her handsome lover. But what he was asking seemed so 
... unnatural. How could she ... even for Kenny? 

"Kenny ... I ... I ... " 

He grinned sadistically down at her. He could see from her face the thoughts 
that were running through her mind. Lola's problem, as Kenny saw it, was 
that she thought she had a choice. Rudely he pulled her head forward, forced 
her lips against the mushroom-shaped swelling of his cockhead. She clenched 
her teeth, resisting him. 

"Hhnnnhhh ... mmmpphhh!" 

A growing panic welled up inside Lola. Not for a minute had she suspected 
that Kenny would make her take his cock in her mouth. She didn't want to 
believe that he would do such a brutal, insensitive thing to her. 

But, believe it or not, it was happening. She had two choices: either to 
fight the uncomfortable pressure of his hands on her head, or to open her 
mouth and suck his swollen cock-shaft. 

"Aaaahhhh ... mmmpphhh!" Kenny had made the decision for her. An extra hard 
shove, and his fleshy cock burst into her mouth. 

"Come on, baby ... suck it! Suck it good!" A sadistic thrill surged through 
Kenny's loins. He could feel his cock growing even longer and harder. He 
liked forcing a woman to do his bidding ... particularly one young and 
innocent, who would almost invariably learn to enjoy what he was forcing 
upon her. A woman with a sex urge like Lola's he was sure, would love 
sucking cock once she got the hang of it. "Oooohh, Lola ... make me feel 
good, doll!" 

Lola was mortified by the degrading position in which she had suddenly found 
herself. She knew there was no choice but to do Kenny's bidding. Yet, for an 
instant longer, she resisted. His hands were pulling her hair cruelly. She 
had to do it. She had to. 

Slowly, fearfully, she began to work her lips around the thick intrusion. 
There was a thin coating of juices, from her pussy and his balls, still 
clinging to his cock. It surprised her to find the taste not at all 
unpleasant. In fact, something about it sent an unpredictable surge of lust 
through her naked loins. 

With a submissive murmur, she set about the depraved business of learning to 
suck a cock. She stabbed her tongue against the little slit in the head, 
then all the way down the taut underside. 

"Hey, baby ... that's the stuff ... I knew you'd be good at this, Lola! 
You're a natural." 

Even that perverted praise helped to drive Lola on in her lewd endeavors. 
Without even realizing it she was falling prey to the masochist inside 
herself. Something in her made her enjoy being forced by her lover to do 
this obscene thing to him. Somehow, the very fact of being forced made it 
all right. 

Freed of responsibility for her reactions, Lola let her mouth follow its 
natural instincts ... sucking him, licking him, nibbling him until his cock 
was hard as a piece of steel, long and jerking in her hand. 

Kenny was so excited by the feel of Lola's mouth on his prick that he forgot 
to hold her head down on him. Neither of them noticed. He no longer had to 
make her suck him. She had been captured by the lascivious delights of 
making love to a cock with her mouth. He had known all along she would. 

"Baby! You have got potential! You're something else! Fuck ... do it, suck 
me ... yeah!" 

She found a rhythm that suited her and that made him grunt with heady 
excitement. Her head began to bob up and down in earnest, coaxing him, 
taking him higher and higher. Her lush tits bobbled on her chest with her 
efforts. She was totally devoted now to her purpose, body and soul. Even the 
taste, the texture of his cock delighted her. 

The young salesman could scarcely contain his arousal. It was hard to 
believe that the slaving sex fiend beneath him was the same girl who a few 
moments ago had been reluctant to feel his cock on her face. Her full lips 
formed a tantalizing suction around his aching prick. He enjoyed watching 
his cock-purple and swollen-emerging little by little from her moist mouth, 
only to surge urgently once again deep into her throat. She grunted a little 
each time with the effort of her unceasing labors. 

Experienced as he was, Kenny was beginning to believe he had never had his 
cock sucked like this before. For a reluctant amateur, Lola was incredible. 
The way her mouth and lips and tongue were moving, the little groans she 
kept uttering--all indicated that she had never enjoyed such a feast in her 
life. She was literally savoring every ridge and swell of his throbbing 
cock. 

The effect in pure unmitigated pleasure was immeasurable. His cock was so 
hard, it almost hurt. The very thought of filling her throat with long, 
roiling jets of hot sperm was enough to bring him to the very edge. Once 
again he tangled his fingers cruelly in her hair and guided her head up and 
down, this time at a furious pace. 

"Suck it, baby! Suck it! Jee-zuzz-z!" 

Suddenly Lola's mouth was filled with thick tangy fluid. He was cumming in 
her mouth! She tried to pull away, to spit out the thick, hot juice. But he 
wouldn't let her move! She had to swallow! She had to! 

Surprised at how easily it went down, she willingly swallowed the final 
shots of creamy liquid. She had expected it to taste horrible, but she found 
that she actually liked the flavor. 

Roughly, he pulled her head back off his sated prick and smiled down at her. 
He enjoyed the sheen of cum that coated her lips. 

"Did you like that, baby?" 

She closed her eyes. It frightened her to think he was trying to humiliate 
her. 

"Well?" he demanded, and pulled her hair harder. 

"Ouch! Oh! Yes, I liked it! I liked it!" 

He was a strange man, Lola thought. Now he was hugging her and kissing her 
and being tender with her again. His attentions allayed her fears. 

"I wouldn't have done that for anyone but you, Kenny," she whispered. 

"I know, baby." 

After all the excitement, Lola suddenly found herself exhausted. She just 
managed to snuggle in under the covers, with Kenny beside her, when she fell 
asleep. She didn't stir until the following morning. 

"Oooohhh ... " She reached for him, was surprised to find the bed empty 
beside her. Nervously, she pulled herself up to a sitting position. The 
bathroom? "Kenny? Kenny, are you in there?" 

No answer. 

She was decidedly uneasy now. Though she told herself he must have gone out 
for a paper or some breakfast, she could not stop the fluttering fear that 
made her heart thump loudly in her chest. 

She rose and pulled out her suitcase. She wrapped the ruined dress into a 
ball and stuffed it under her neatly packed clothes. Though she was far away 
from Mama, she still followed an automatic impulse to hide the evidence. She 
dressed quickly, in a modest skirt and blouse, and went down to the hotel 
lobby. The man behind the register desk made her uncomfortable. His bold 
eyes assessed her admiringly as she approached. 

"Have you seen ... " she began and then remembered she didn't even know 
Kenny's last name. 

He smiled at her obvious embarrassment. "You mean the young man who checked 
you in yesterday morning? Yes. He left a couple of hours ago ... with his 
suitcase," he added meaningfully. 

Lola's mouth fell open. She knew if she didn't move quickly, she would make 
a scene right there in the lobby. She rushed back toward the elevator. 

"Check out time is eleven a.m.," the man called after her. 

Back in her room, she cried until her eyes were swollen and red. Over and 
over she asked herself the same questions: How could he have done such a 
thing? Had yesterday's events meant nothing to him? She remembered how 
eagerly she had sucked his cock, and she flushed with shame and humiliation. 
What a patsy he must have thought she was! She had even said she loved him! 

At last, there were no tears left. She gathered together her possessions and 
went back down to the lobby. She was halfway to the front door when the 
clerk called her back. 

"Your bill, miss ... " 

She looked at him questioningly. "I don't understand." 

"The bill has not been paid, miss. That will be sixty-four dollars and 
ninety-five cents." 

She pulled out her wallet. The billfold was empty. She had had close to a 
hundred dollars in there! Too numb for anything but passive obedience, she 
pulled out her travelers' checks and paid the man. Thank goodness she had 
had sense enough not to carry all her money in cash. 

Kenny had robbed her! Kenny had robbed her! All the way to the bus depot, 
the obvious truth still refused to register on her confused brain. Life back 
home in Illinois had been so simple. The girl had never even suspected that 
a lover could do such a horrible thing to someone who really cared ... She 
had really cared. 

She learned that the next bus for L.A. would not be leaving for nearly four 
hours. It was going to be a long wait. She wandered over to the newsstand, 
surveyed the glossy display of reading material. Nothing interested her. 
Nothing had any significance at the moment. She chose two magazines at 
random and went to the cashier. It took her a moment to realize that the 
girl was the same one Kenny had talked to yesterday. The same girl with the 
same knowing smile. 

"Where's your friend today?" she asked boldly. 

Lola hated her. She hated her ugly, gum-chewing face. Hated her insolent air 
of knowing something that Lola didn't. 

The brunette threw down the magazines and fled to the women's room. She 
spent an hour locked inside a cubicle, crying and thinking and crying some 
more. When she came out, her eyes were dry. 

Lola had just had her first lesson from the school of hard knocks. Already 
she was wiser than the young innocent creature she had been back in 
Illinois. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Just to be on the safe side, Lola chose a seat next to a dumpy-looking woman 
of middle age. She felt safe here. No one would bother her ... specifically, 
no men would bother her. She didn't have a window seat this way, but she no 
longer cared. All she wanted to do was get to her destination. She was 
tired. Despite the long deep sleep she had had the night before, she had 
never been so tired in her life. 

She tried to doze on the moving bus, but it was no use. Eventually she got 
into a conversation with her neighbor. The woman suggested she choose a 
motel in one of the residential communities that surrounded Los Angeles. 
Cheaper and less smoggy, she told Lola. 

As they approached the big city, the bus passed a cozy-looking motel with 
little adjoining cottages. It appealed to Lola. It looked like a nice quiet 
hideaway. She found public transportation back to the Travelers' Rest Motel. 

There was a couple sitting behind the desk in the office, a man and a woman 
a few years older than Lola. The brunette was stunned by the attractiveness 
of the redheaded woman. Her hair was full and kinky, like a model's. Lola 
thought she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen in person. 

"Do you have any rooms?" Lola asked shyly. There was something formidable 
about these West Coast people. They had so much self-assurance, Lola was 
afraid they would recognize her as a farm girl and snub her. 

The woman's smile was kind, her voice soft, though deep, almost like a 
man's. "Gee, honey, I'm afraid we don't. Didn't you see the 'no vacancy' out 
front?" 

Lola was stunned at her own stupidity. And at an overwhelming feeling of 
helplessness. For some reason it had never occurred to her that the motel 
might be full. Now she had to face the awful prospect of going out, in a 
strange neighborhood, and looking for a place to stay. Already she was tired 
from carrying her suitcase. To her embarrassment, her eyes began to fill 
with tears. 

For the first time since Lola entered the office, the man spoke. "Just a 
minute, Sadie. This little lady looks really desperate, and we do have the 
'blue room'. It's not booked for tonight." 

Sadie looked skeptically over at her husband, then back at the girl. The 
poor thing did look desperate. Sadie was just a little worried about what 
Jake might have in mind. The 'blue room' was a special room with two-way 
mirrors. It was used normally only for customers who were into voyeurism. 
They would watch from the adjoining 'red room' while a couple of Jake and 
Sadie's hired girls made love. As often as not, such a customer would hire 
another girl to get him off while they watched. The Travelers' Rest was 
known far and wide for its special services. A total of eight girls worked 
the motel, either as regular call girls or as performers in the blue room. 

The girl looked so hopeful that Sadie didn't have the heart to contradict 
Jake. The redhead decided right then and there, though, that she would keep 
close tabs on Jake's plans while the girl was their guest. 

"Yes, all right. You can have the blue room, honey. How long were you 
planning to stay?" 

"I'm not sure. I just arrived. I'm looking for a job ... or I will be, as 
soon as I have a roof over my head." 

"Where you from, honey?" 

"Illinois." 

Sadie sighed. She had seen many such young women come to the big city to 
"make it big". She had seen most of them grow hard and jaded when the city 
consistently refused to live up to their expectations. A few did make it, of 
course. It was those success stories that kept the rest on the leash. 

"You an actress, honey?" 

"Oh no. I was a waitress back home. I'd like to get a job in a nice class 
place, with big tippers." 

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetie. Too many girls get their hearts broken 
trying to be actresses. In my opinion, a girl should stick to a nice 
reasonable ambition, like yours. You should be able to get a job easy 
enough. You're very pretty. Of course, so are most of the young ones in this 
town." 

Such a compliment from a woman Lola considered so beautiful herself left the 
girl speechless. She stared dumbly at the older woman, oblivious to the 
appraising stare of the man. She shrieked and jumped when something hard and 
cold struck her leg. 

She looked down. The something had been a dog's nose. Embarrassed, Lola 
giggled an apology. "I've been traveling for days. I'm a little edgy." 

The man grinned. "Whopper's the friendliest dog I've ever known. You don't 
have to be afraid of him. He's kind of a mascot around here." 

"Our guests usually fall in love with him," his wife added. 

Lola bent over and caressed the animal's head and neck. "Hi, fella. Hey, 
you're a pretty one, aren't you?" She looked up at the amused older couple. 
"I'm crazy about dogs. I'm going to get one of my own when I get an 
apartment and a job and everything." 

"Every girl should have a dog," Jake told her. 

He offered to show Lola to her room after introductions were exchanged. 
Sadie accompanied them. Lola was flattered by the attention. But she felt 
relieved when she finally found herself alone. This was the first peace 
she'd had since she found out about Kenny's betrayal. 

Knowing that the bitter truth would seem that much worse when she was alone, 
Lola had bought herself a bottle of vodka and some orange juice on the way 
to the motel. For the first time in her life, she intended to get drunk. She 
had some serious forgetting to do, and she chose to do it in the 
time-honored tradition of thwarted lovers. She found a plastic glass in the 
bathroom and filled it to brimming with half and half of the juice and 
vodka. 

She downed the drink greedily and poured a second. She took off her clothes 
and wrapped her lush body in a soft flannel robe. Propping herself up 
against the pillows on the bed, she surveyed her new home. 

The room was large and rather ornately decorated, with floor-to-ceiling 
mirror covering the wall facing the bed. The curtains and wall paper and 
furniture all reminded Lola of pictures she had seen of times back before 
the turn of the century. She could scarcely believe such a grand room was 
only twelve dollars a night, but she had asked the kind redheaded lady twice 
about the price just to make sure she had not made a mistake the first time. 
Finding this bargain was some small consolation for Kenny's mean treatment, 
and for the more than a hundred and fifty dollars he had cost her. 

A remote control switch next to the bed operated the television. Lola 
switched channels idly, until she found an old movie. The old movies were 
her favorites. Though they depicted times long before she was born, Lola 
loved the romance, the idealism they portrayed. This one was about a young 
man and woman who fell in love and planned to run away together. 

The scenes that showed them kissing brought tears to Lola's eyes. She ran to 
the bathroom and poured herself another drink. Now she was able to lose 
herself in the film. Instinctively, her body began to remember the good 
parts of meeting Kenny. She remembered how it had been when he lay on top of 
her, his swollen cock pressing insistently against her belly, eager to enter 
her. She sighed, and opened the front of her flannel robe. A hand found its 
way down to her cunt and rubbed it to stop the strange throbbing there. But 
the throbbing didn't stop. It grew more intense as her hand grew more 
adventurous. 

For the first time all day, Lola smiled. She was feeling so good. The vodka 
had been such a good idea. Her pussy felt so nice.... 

* * * 

"I know exactly where you're going, and I'm coming with you!" Sadie patted 
her big husband playfully on the ass as she followed him out the door of 
their apartment. 

"So you want to have a look-see at what's happening too, do you? You horny 
little bitch you!" He put an arm around Sadie and squeezed her nipple. 
"Let's do it, baby!" 

The red room was furnished with plush chairs and sofas rather than a bed. 
This was the viewing room. Jake sat down in one of the chairs and pulled his 
wife onto his lap. 

"Jee-zuz, will you look at that!" he exclaimed. "What a body!" 

His eyes riveted on Lola's large firm tits that heaved as she became more 
and more absorbed in her self-exploration. The entire front of her naked 
body was exposed. The brunette's hand was probing deeper and deeper into the 
nest beneath her kinky dark pubic triangle. 

"Mmmmmmm ... good ... " The room was also wired for sound, and Lola's 
throaty murmurs carried loud and clear into the adjacent room. 

"She sure is carrying on in there," Jake observed excitedly. "She looks 
really excited. I wonder what she's on. Nobody gets that hot without a 
little something to loosen the inhibitions." 

The brunette had raised her entire torso off the bed. She had embedded a 
finger deep into her twat, and it gleamed wetly as it moved in and out, in 
and out of the inviting pink hole. 

Sadie too was spellbound by the exhibition the young traveler was putting on 
in the next room. She watched with bated breath as the pretty stranger's 
face contorted in her mounting sexual agony. The redhead liked to make it 
with women when she got the chance. The thought of sucking on those dainty 
little pussy-lips on the other side of the mirror made her cunt flare with 
moisture. 

For a moment, Jake turned his attention to his wife. "Turn you on, baby? You 
like the look of that succulent young cunt?" 

Sadie was too absorbed in the show to bother to respond to her husband's 
teasing. Her only reply was a salacious churning of her buttocks, down into 
Jake's crotch. She could feel a bulge there. His prick was hard! Great! 
Because she sure wanted to fuck. She raised her ass from his lap and began 
to jerk on the zipper of his pants. 

"Hey! Hey! Hold on a minute there! You could do a guy damage attacking him 
like that! There now ... a good stiff prick! What did you want to do with 
it, baby?" 

"Uuuuuuuhhh ... " In the blue room, Lola was flailing her dark hair from 
side to side on the pillow as her finger fucked her pussy more and more 
rapidly. Her thighs were spread lewdly wide, giving easy access to her 
groping hand. Her other hand tugged at first one hard pink nipple, then the 
other. The girl was obviously in a fantasy world, in ecstasy. "Oooohh, Kenny 
... " 

Hypnotized by the lusty scene taking place on the other side of the mirror, 
Sadie raised her skirt up over her hips and squirmed her bare cunt down onto 
Jake's cock. He held his prick upright for her, found the slick, yielding 
opening. She sat down. He surged deep inside her. 

"Aaaaahhh ... Jee-zuz, that feels terrific, honey! Ooohh, good!" She showed 
her teeth as she began to move her ass up and down over her husband's 
rock-hard cock. It excited her to indulge in this kind of depraved scene. 
Turning on to watching someone else masturbate. Screwing her old man in a 
chair, her skirt pulled up to reveal just her crotch and belly. 

"Good cock, Jake! Your cock's the best, honey!" 

Jake was riding right up there with his wife. Her tight, clasping cunt 
sucked greedily on his cock as she maneuvered her ass with incredible 
dexterity around and down and up. 

"Shit, move it, baby! Christ, look at that little pussy next door! Ain't she 
something!" 

Lola was obviously not far from a climax. Her eyes were wide open, hungry 
for a release that lurked just beyond her grasp. For the first time in her 
life, she had stuck two fingers deep into her craving cunt. One finger had 
always done the job before, but this time she definitely needed two. Her day 
with Kenny had taught her a few things about herself, and her capacity for 
pleasure. 

She had never realized how greedy her own cunt could be. How much it could 
take. And still want more. 

"Oh, I feel good! I feel good!" she moaned wantonly to an empty room. In her 
drunken arousal, memories of Kenny had resumed a romantic aura of 
excitement. She didn't let herself think about the bad part. Just the good 
part, when her cunt, her mouth had been full of stiff cock. Her body was 
alive right at this very moment as it had never been alive before. 

"Shit, screw yourself, baby!" Jake encouraged her excitedly. 

Sadie took his words to refer to her, and she squirmed her cunt down more 
tightly onto his swollen cock. 

As the girl on the bed came closer and closer to her climax, the sweating 
tension in the observation room increased apace. Jake grabbed hold of his 
wife's hips and guided her energetic movements over his cock. She braced 
herself against the arms of the chair and fucked him ruthlessly. 

"Oh God, look! She's cumming! Aaahhhh!" Sadie came too. She rammed her ass 
down hard against her husband's loins and doubled over in the final 
wrenching spasms of release. 

Jake wasn't quite ready to let go. He grabbed hold of his wife's shoulders 
and forced her to move up and down just a few more times. That was all he 
needed. "Christ! Yeah! I'm cumming!" 

* * * 

Alone in her room, lulled by the torrential flow of her climax, Lola let 
herself drift into sleep. She was no longer bothered by the troubles of the 
day. She felt safe, secure, content. Rather than frightened, Lola was 
pleased to be alone--really alone--for the first time in her life. 

Tomorrow, she would start a new life in a new land. Kenny didn't matter 
anymore. She didn't need him. She had herself, her own body. And she felt 
good. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Elaine had worked at the Travelers' Rest for almost three years. She had 
arrived at the motel after six months of tramping around Los Angeles looking 
for a commercial, a bit part, anything to start her going as an actress. She 
was pretty, they all said, but ... they'd call her. 

Nobody ever called. But a friendly agent--strictly small-time stuff--that 
she was fucking told her about the Travelers' Rest. It was a good place for 
whoring, he'd told her, because it never got any hassles from the police. 

Three years ago, Elaine had considered her job at the motel as temporary. 
Now it was a way of life. She no longer had any aspirations to becoming an 
actress. She made enough money to live in relative ease ... and she liked 
her work. No longer could she imagine herself getting by without fucking at 
least three or four times a day. That was what she told her friends anyway. 
Somewhere inside she was still a star-struck girl from Kentucky, but on the 
outside, the stars had all vanished from her eyes. 

Tonight's trick was one of Elaine's regulars--a guy called Mark. He was a 
good solid family man with a good solid job. One night a week at the 
Travelers' Rest helped keep Mark in line. Elaine was his favorite among the 
girls. 

When Mark arrived at the room, Elaine had already made a noticeable dent in 
a bottle of Scotch. 

"Pour me some of that, baby! I need to relax!" His loud voice and boisterous 
manner energized Elaine. She giggled hilariously when he picked her up and 
whirled her around the room. She landed with a squawk back on the big bed. 

She freshened up her own drink and poured one for Mark. "Ice?" she asked, 
her eyebrows arching sexily as she looked back over her shoulder at him. 

"Yessir! You know me, baby ... I like my drinks cold and my pussy hot!" 

Elaine was good company. She always laughed at Mark's jokes. Her enthusiasm 
egged him on. He liked to keep a captive audience. They drank and joked for 
a half-hour before Mark was ready to get down to business. 

Elaine was a natural blonde. She wore her hair short, in little curls all 
over her head. Tonight she was wearing a black negligee that showed every 
swell and curve of her lush body through a thin material. When Mark stopped 
himself in midsentence and began to stare at her boobs, she knew the time 
had come for action. She felt a hot surge in her pussy. She was ready. 

"What you looking at, big boy?" she demanded pertly. "You looking at my 
tits?" 

He set his drink carefully on the bedside table. His next action was so 
quick and unexpected that it took Elaine completely by surprise. He turned 
abruptly toward her and pushed her down flat onto the bed. Automatically her 
arms and legs splayed out. His powerful arms gripped her thighs and pushed 
them wide apart. Her negligee fell open, giving him a tantalizing view of 
short curly pubic hair and a pink fleshy slit of cunt. She groaned 
submissively, obviously enjoying the helplessness of her position. "I want 
to eat your cunt," he hissed through clenched teeth. 

The young blonde could have thought of nothing she'd like better. She could 
feel her twat throbbing in anticipation of his greedy mouth on her most 
sensitive parts. 

"Oh yeah! Do that, baby! My pussy really needs some of your good 
tongue-loving!" 

"Ooooohhhh ... it's a sweet-looking snatch, baby!" 

Impulsively, he bent forward and stabbed his tongue against the moist bud of 
her clitoris. All the muscles in her legs and belly immediately tightened 
and strained upward. It was an effort to hold her down. 

"Aaaaiiieee! Oh God, baby, that's good! Suck my clit, lover!" 

To her delight, he puckered his lips around the slippery little member and 
sucked it hungrily. As though it were a miniature penis, he worked his mouth 
up and down its blood-swollen length. From time to time, he would close his 
mouth over the entire area and blow a hot blast of air onto her cunt. Her 
wanton squeals and wails showed him he was on the right track. She was 
really going for what he was doing. 

To tease her, he pulled back for a moment. The ecstatic contortions of her 
facial muscles seemed to freeze. She looked down toward him in horror. 

"Good God! Don't stop, Mark! I was just beginning to get really high! Please 
... suck my clit, baby! Do it to me!" 

Satisfied that he had made her suffer long enough, Mark molded his face once 
again flat against the slick, hair-fringed surface of her cunt. He fluttered 
his tongue like a darting snake and began to work his way up one pink fluted 
cunt-lip and down the other. Then, when she was groaning contentedly in 
hypnotic pleasure, he delivered the coup de grace. He stabbed his tongue 
deep into her hot clutching hole, squirmed it around inside. 

"Aaaaaaggghhhh!" 

He thought the woman would go out of her mind with passion. Her strong young 
body squirmed deliriously under him. Her hands reached down and entwined in 
his hair. She forced his face closer into her wide-open pussy. 

Egged on by the woman's lusty abandon, Mark stabbed his tongue deep into her 
hair-fringed snatch again and again and yet again. He could feel his cock 
throbbing painfully in his pants. The sensation inspired him to greater 
effort. He sucked hard on her clitoris and shook his head crazily from side 
to side. He thought the woman would go right out of her head with ecstasy. 

"Oh God! It's sooo fucking good!" 

For several minutes more, he nibbled hungrily on her cunt, until at last the 
aching in his prick could wait no longer for a sample of that warm wet 
enclosure. He freed his cock from his fly and crawled up over her. He guided 
the pulsing head to her waiting hole and stuffed her deep. 

"Aaaaaggghhh!" 

She jerked her loins frenziedly up against his, encouraging him to establish 
a frantic fucking pace into her clinging hole. They ground against each 
other. She wriggled her cunt up over his filling prick. He slammed it down 
into her with equal ferocity. Cries of passion filled the air, which was 
becoming hot and aromatic with the fury of their fucking. 

Mark spent the whole week looking forward to his visits to the Travelers' 
Rest. His wife was almost indifferent to sex and, though she never would 
have condoned his visits to a whore, she was grateful for every night she 
was able to get to sleep without his bothering her. Mark, on the other hand, 
had an explosive sexual energy. With Elaine he could work it all out in one 
fast, furious fucking session that left him spent and sated, for a while at 
least. The tumultuous orgasms he enjoyed with Elaine were like nothing he 
had ever known with his wife. 

He could feel the energy flowing through him now like intense shock waves of 
molten pleasure. Her cunt was so hot, so greedy, so good. He wanted to fill 
her full of his sperm. He strove to make her cum with him. 

"Jeez, baby, it's good! It's good pussy, Elaine! Your cunt's so damned tight 
... Come on, sugar, let it go! Cum for Daddy!" 

His words acted like an electric prod on the quivering girl. She closed her 
eyes tight, her face tense with the effort of climbing up there with him. 
She was feeling so good ... so goddamned good.... 

"Uuuuuuhhh ... Chrrist, lover ... I'm cummingg-g!" 

"That's what I wanted to hear, baby! Shit ... here I commmme!" 

Right at that moment it seemed to Mark that he had never cum so hard before 
in his life. His balls were exploding. His cock was shooting her full of cum 
in hot urgent spurts. When at last he had no more to give, he dropped 
heavily on top of her and let his body go limp. 

When the main purpose of Mark's visit had been accomplished, they lay on the 
bed together, drinking Scotch, until at last the big man pulled himself to 
his feet. 

"I've got to hit the trail, baby. My wife made me promise I'd be home early 
tonight." 

She reached over and clutched his balls through his pants. "Do you really 
have to, lover? I could go for some more of that prick of yours." Elaine was 
feeling pretty drunk by now. She enjoyed the feeling. This way, she didn't 
have to think, just let it all happen. 

He pulled roughly on her matted hairy snatch. She shrieked, and pulled her 
hand from his groin. "Yeah, I have to, you greedy little pussy you! But 
don't worry ... I'll be back for more of the same." 

"You just better." 

She caught the two twenties he threw her way and followed him a little 
shakily to the door. Outside, an attractive brunette was following the 
sidewalk away from the main office. Elaine felt an immediate rush of 
jealousy as Mark eyed the girl with obvious interest. 

"Hey, how do I get to know that?" he asked. "She one of your regulars?" 

"Naw ... she's just some kid from the sticks, passing through." 

"Too bad. If she decides to stay on here, let me know. I'd like to meet 
her." He patted her ass and left. 

Not on your life, buster, Elaine thought as she watched him disappear out of 
the dimly lit courtyard. She had disliked that Lola bitch the first minute 
she laid eyes on her. Now she realized why. She was dangerous competition. 
Too fresh-looking. Too young. She hoped Lola would be moving on ... soon. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Lola let herself into her room and flopped down heavily on the bed. It had 
been a hard day. She had walked what seemed like a hundred miles of 
pavement, looking for some kind of promising lead on a job. She had tried at 
least a dozen restaurants, with no luck. It seemed like the area had all the 
waitresses it could handle. 

Today had been only her third day of job hunting, but already the brunette 
was feeling discouraged and homesick. Even the simplest meals in restaurants 
seemed to make a noticeable dent in her savings. Now that she had to face 
the possibility of not finding a job for a while, she began to wonder if she 
was going to have enough money to get by. Luckily the rent here was cheap, 
for Los Angeles. That was one consolation. 

As she had done every night since she arrived at the Travelers' Rest, Lola 
poured herself a drink of vodka and orange juice. Though she had never felt 
any need for alcohol before, the loneliness and stress of the big city made 
her look for comfort in the bottle. She didn't actually get drunk, the way 
she had the first night, but she did get a little tipsy. Lola had never 
really experienced loneliness before, and it was frightening. 

She had tried not to think about Kenny. But still there was a hurt inside. 
She had even begun to doubt her own worth. She still didn't understand how 
one human being could do something like that to another ... Had she deserved 
it somehow? 

A strange swishing sound at the door disturbed the girl's brooding. 
Frightened yet curious, she opened the door just a crack. 

"Whopper! Come on in, big fella!" 

The animal's friendly enthusiasm was like a light through a tunnel to the 
frustrated girl. She let him into her room, which was modest but 
comfortable, much smaller than the blue room she had had the first night of 
her stay. He sat down next to the bed and put his head out for petting. Lola 
was glad to oblige. She gave him a good hearty rubdown. 

The television set was on, and Whopper seemed content to sit with Lola while 
she watched the situation comedy on the screen. Every time her hand flagged 
from its task at his head, he would nudge her just a little, a friendly 
reminder of his preferences. 

"You sure do like to get petted, don't you, you big beauty you!" 

Her words seemed to excite him. He whimpered and licked her hand and her 
thigh. Her dress was pulled carelessly up, almost to her groin. The moist 
sweep of his tongue over her sensitive flesh made her jerk in surprise. 

"What do you think you're doing, you fresh creature!" She laughed as she got 
up in search of the TV guide. "Why don't I see if I can find us something 
more interesting to watch, huh?" 

The magazine had fallen on the floor by the bathroom door. When she bent 
over to pick it up, Whopper prodded his muzzle in under her skirt and caught 
her with his cold nose right at the soft juncture of her thigh. 

"Aaaiieeee!" 

She jerked around quickly, but not before the lightning jolt of pleasure had 
registered irrevocably on her alcohol-dimmed brain. She dropped the 
magazine, but didn't bother to pick it up again. Instead, she went into the 
bathroom in search of another drink. 

For the next few minutes, she felt uncomfortable in the animal's presence. 
Whopper had gotten a response out of her, with his wet impudent nose. She 
didn't know quite what to make of it. Was she so frustrated that she was 
ready to turn on to the poke of a dog's muzzle right next to her sensitized 
pussy-lips? The idea was absurd, but still the alcohol helped to allay her 
fears. Soon she was able to pet the dog again without feeling 
self-conscious. Back in the bedroom, she decided to sit in a chair rather 
than on the bed. Scarcely conscious of what she was doing, she pulled her 
skirt up, on purpose this time, until her panty-covered crotch was exposed 
to the dog's gaze. 

Tingling with perverse excitement, Lola noticed that the dog actually seemed 
to be staring right up her skirt, just like a human male given the same 
opportunity. 

"You are a weird one, aren't you, Whopper?" 

She giggled at the thick slur in her voice. She was getting pretty drunk ... 
drunk enough to let herself experiment a little. 

She trembled as she worked her panties down over her thighs and threw them 
into a corner. Quivering with expectation, she let her legs fall open a 
little. She watched the dog with tense anticipation, eager to see if he 
would respond to her silent message. 

Whopper was an old pro at this kind of game, but he was used to being told 
what to do by the women in his life. The odor of the brunette's excited cunt 
had him interested, but he kept looking up at Lola's face, to see if it was 
all right. 

The girl was disappointed that the animal was doing nothing, so she edged 
her ass forward on the chair. Her pussy was no more than three or four 
inches from the big shepherd's nose. 

"Come on, Whopper!" she exclaimed impatiently. Alcohol made her brave. 
"Aren't you going to check it out? Hmmmm?" 

Whopper poked his nose forward and grazed her sensitive clitoris with its 
cool moist tip. "Eeeeee," she moaned, and raised her pussy a little off the 
chair, giving him better access. His nose on her hungry flesh felt 
incredibly good ... far better than she had expected. 

Through her dazed mind rushed confusing thoughts and queries. What was she 
doing, trying to get a dog to play with her pussy? Was being alone driving 
her crazy? Had Kenny turned her into some kind of sex fiend with an 
insatiable appetite for sexual stimulation? 

She was drunk enough that none of the possibilities affected her very 
seriously. All she knew was that this little game with Whopper was a lot 
more fun than sitting all by herself watching television. The set roared on 
unheeded as the dog's nose sniffed her slit from clit to asshole then up 
again. Then, with one deft flick, he swept his tongue all the way up over 
her moist, seeping furrow. 

"G-a-w-d! Oooooohh!" Automatically her hips began to churn up off the chair, 
writhing her pussy in search of the soft inciting passion probe. "Do it some 
more, Whopper! Do it some more!" 

Whopper seemed to understand perfectly what the woman wanted. He licked 
rapidly up over her quaking genitals, again and again. Her asshole tingled 
with the soft massaging pressure. Her cunt flared in welcome. Her 
blood-swollen little clitoris seemed to vibrate like a leaf in a wind. 

"Ooooohh! Ooooooohhh!" 

The young girl lay her head back against the chair and closed her eyes. She 
wanted to concentrate on the hot delicious feelings ... let them flow 
through her, consume her. Her thighs fell shamelessly apart, until she could 
open them no wider. She pulled her skirt up to her waist, so her whole belly 
was naked, offered up to the dog like a sacrifice. 

In the midst of his greedy probings, Whopper reached up and licked quickly 
over her smooth taut belly and the neat little indentation right in the 
middle. To the perversely aroused Lola, the gesture was like a lover's kiss. 
She ran her fingers excitedly through the fur on Whopper's head, caressing 
him, coaxing him. 

"Mmmmmmm ... it's so nice ... sooooo nice!" 

As a child, Lola had had many dogs, but she had never let any of them play 
with her privates. The idea had, however, occurred to her a few times. What 
she had needed then was the extra dose of courage that the alcohol had given 
her tonight. With the love she had always had for animals, it was easy for 
her to trust a dog this close to her most special areas. Though she would 
have called what she was doing a perversion, at the moment it seemed a very 
worthwhile diversion indeed. It was helping her work out some of the tension 
and anxiety she had been harboring the last few days. 

The more the dog licked, the more excited Lola grew. She began to entertain 
bizarre ideas of how to make her little episode more wanton, more exciting 
still. To the dog's obvious disappointment, she rose to her feet and pulled 
off her dress. Stark naked, she lay down in the middle of the rug. 

Whopper lost no time in moving in between her full trembling thighs. He 
licked her snatch with even more relish than he had displayed before. Lola 
raised her ass up off the floor, following his pleasure-dealing instrument, 
begging for more hot tonguing. Her hands roved urgently over her breasts, 
her belly, her hips. They worked back up to her nipples and squeezed them 
hard, hard enough that she winced with pain. 

But the pain was pleasure. 

It was with Kenny that Lola had gotten the first hint of her own masochistic 
leanings. She had enjoyed it when he made her suck his cock. She was 
enjoying right now the depraved excitement of lying helpless and naked under 
a dog's tongue ... pinching herself ... goading herself to a fever pitch of 
raw lust. 

"Aaaaiiiieeee!" 

If she had been sober enough to care, Lola would have worried about her loud 
yells disturbing the neighbors. Though she didn't know it, the walls in all 
the units had been soundproofed, so the guests could make all the noise they 
wanted. No one would know. No one would care. Lola and the dog could howl 
and shriek in perfect privacy. 

The dog wasn't howling, but he did whimper from time to time. He was 
becoming more and more agitated by the naked girl's arousal, her flowing 
cuntal juices. He licked at them hungrily, savoring them with the same 
enthusiasm he might show for filet mignon. 

Lola was so engrossed in her orgiastic writhings that she hadn't opened her 
eyes for several minutes. When at last she did, she got a shock. Whopper was 
standing at an angle that allowed her to see his swollen dog-cock, hanging 
long and hard from its sheath. The big red thing titillated her and 
frightened her at the same time. 

Licking her pussy was turning Whopper on. He had a hard-on for her, just 
like a human male. Did that mean he would fuck her if she let him? The 
horrifying yet intriguing question reverberated in Lola's brain. Her pussy 
seemed to flare hotter and wetter. It demanded more and more attention ... 
more and more pressure ... until at last one particularly hard forceful 
sweep of Whopper's big tongue drove the brunette into the whirling ecstasy 
of orgasm. 

"Ooooooohhh ... ooooooohhh ... I'm cummmmmingg-g!" 

Lola had never shrieked out her climax so wantonly before. But then, she had 
never let a dog lick her to a cum before either. She felt totally wanton, 
totally depraved as she squirmed on the rug. She had to push the dog away. 
Her clitoris was so intensely stimulated right now that it couldn't take any 
more. But her cunt was still hungry.... 

Through lusty eyes, she surveyed the long red shaft of Whopper's cock. The 
dog was watching her anxiously ... waiting ... for something.... 

"Whopper! Here, boy! Come on, fella!" 

Sadie was calling her dog! The fast beating of Lola's heart was no longer 
the result of passion. It was fear, pure fear that seized her as she crept 
naked to the door, Whopper at her heels, and peeked out. No one in sight. 
She let the dog make his exit and locked up behind him. 

How would she ever have explained having Whopper in here at this hour, in 
her condition? She lay back down on the bed. The moistness between her 
thighs pleased her. She no longer felt so lonely and depressed. It was easy 
for the young girl to find peace in slumber. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Lola awoke late the next morning. For the second time in the past week, she 
had a hangover. 

Her main concern was her head, and by the time she had doused her face with 
cold water and drained a pint of orange juice, she was in better shape to 
deal with the previous night's memories. 

She had actually let a dog lick her cunt to wild orgasm! The recollection of 
Whopper's tongue on her moist tender pussy-flesh made her skin flush with 
goose bumps. But it also made her blush with shame. Back home in Illinois, 
she had had enough sense of morality to shy away from such depraved 
temptation. What was happening to her out here in California? 

What frightened her most was the knowledge that, if she had last night to 
live all over again, she would probably do the very same thing. The dog had 
brought her such a splendid, releasing orgasm. She had needed it so bad! 

She didn't leave her motel room to go job hunting until past noon. The day 
went badly, even worse than the previous one. Part of the problem, Lola 
knew, was that she just could not get her mind off that dog ... his long 
tongue, his hard pointed cock. Every time she realized that she might 
actually have tried to get the dog to fuck her if Sadie hadn't called him, 
she trembled. Whether out of shame or excitement, she didn't know. 

After four unsuccessful stops at "classy" restaurants, Lola headed home. 
What she needed was some time alone, to think. The courtyard between the 
cabins was deserted except for Whopper. Lola thought about shooing the dog 
away when he came running over to greet her. She dismissed the idea. Why 
blame Whopper for anything? She knew it was herself she didn't trust. The 
dog was just a big friendly creature that did what his instincts told him 
to. 

The stab of his cold nose against her knee made her feel faint with a sudden 
rush of memories. She hurried to her door, only to find that the dog had 
followed her. 

"Go on home, Whopper! Your mistress will be looking for you." 

But it was Henry the night man in the office. And the blinds were drawn in 
Sadie's apartment. She and Jake must be out. She had hardly caught a glimpse 
of them ever since she moved in. 

"Okay ... you can come in ... just for a minute." 

The dog barked out his appreciation. He preceded Lola into her room and made 
himself comfortable next to her bed. The brunette had to laugh at the 
animal's self-possession. He acted like he owned the joint! 

Lola's feet hurt and her back was killing her from walking on unyielding 
pavement all afternoon. She decided to take a bath. That would get out all 
the kinks and give her a chance to think in peace. 

"Whopper ... I'm going to take a bath. You can hang out here if you want, 
but I'm going in the bathroom." 

She closed the door behind her and turned on the faucets. She undressed 
carefully, in front of the makeup mirror. She had always enjoyed admiring 
the full rounded swells of her breasts, her tight waist and firm hips. 
Somehow, just looking at her body in the mirror always turned her on a 
little. 

The dog began to whimper outside the door. Worried that someone might 
overhear him, Lola opened the door. What did it matter if the dog saw her 
naked? He was only a dog. She was in control of the situation. And she was 
darned sure Whopper wouldn't try to get into the bath with her. She tried to 
assure herself that she had no intention of getting into anything with 
Whopper tonight. But she still hadn't admitted to herself why she had let 
the animal into her room at all.... 

She prepared a screwdriver and took a long swallow before setting the glass 
on the corner of the tub. The dog sat watching her. She took a covert glance 
at his cock-sheath, and was relieved to see no red shaft peeking from it. 
She told herself she was relieved, but there was another feeling too. 

Bending over, she tested the water with two fingers. Her firm full ass waved 
enticingly in the air, right in the direction of the dog's nose. A cold stab 
against one ass-cheek made her reach out to catch herself from falling. 

"Oooohh!" 

At that moment, Lola had to admit to herself that she did want to experiment 
with the dog some more. She was behaving like some silly schoolgirl, acting 
innocent but wanting so much to experience those wicked delights that she 
knew were waiting for her. 

She was relieved that the animal did not stop with one probe against her 
upturned ass. His nose made its way into the tight crevice between her 
cheeks, made jarring contact with her sensitized little asshole. 

"Uuuuhhh!" 

Instead of escaping into the tub of hot water, Lola fell onto her knees on 
the bathmat and squirmed her buttocks back in the dog's direction. She was 
begging for more of the delicious cold caresses. The dog obliged by 
sniffling his way down as far as her pussy crevice. She was seeping with 
moisture down there and the dog extended his tongue to lap up the 
tantalizing juices. 

Lola reached for her screwdriver and swallowed it down. She was accepting 
her growing capacity for lewd experimentation, but she still had some 
conscience to kill. The vodka did the job nicely. 

The young woman closed her eyes, buried her face against the arm that 
protected her from the cold of the porcelain. She didn't dare let herself 
think too much about what she was doing. It was too depraved. Too bizarre. 
To have something like this happen once could be passed off as an accident. 
But more than once said something about Lola Leibowitz ... she was getting 
hooked on her own depravity. She was looking for thrills. 

Time after time the dog's long moist tongue slurped up over her cunt-lips 
and ass. Each time, Lola thrust her ass a little higher in the air, groaned 
a little louder with the mounting pleasure surging through her loins. She 
imagined how she must look, bending over the tub like this, naked and 
wanton, reveling in the dog's tonguing. The lewd picture in her mind's eye 
filled her with an urgent raving hunger for more excitement. 

"Uuuuuuhhh ... that's good, Whopper," she grunted. 

She peeked back over her shoulder at the laboring animal. At once her eyes 
lit upon the sight that she had been dreading and anticipating ever since 
last night. His cock was hard again. It protruded long and red and pointed 
from his sheath. Once again, Whopper was aroused by licking her hot cunt. 
Again she toyed with the obscene idea of getting him to screw her. 

After all, why not? she thought recklessly. Her last human lover had treated 
her like dirt. Surely Whopper would never be like that. He would be the same 
happy-go-lucky friend afterward as he was now. Whopper wouldn't let her 
down. 

She began to thrust her ass back more hurriedly against the animal's nose. 
She was trying to tell the dog something with body language. Whopper 
continued to lick her. From time to time he whimpered impatiently, as though 
he too were eager for something more. 

"Would you like to do it to me, Whopper?" she asked wantonly. "Do it to me, 
baby! Come on!" At last the dog grasped the woman's intent. He lost no time 
in mounting the firm swells of her buttocks. The German shepherd's hairy 
forepaws made an obscene contrast with the smooth human flesh beneath. 

His rock-hard prick began to dart forward in rough mechanical motions, 
seeking anxiously the hot wet hole before it. Again and again, his cock-head 
just managed to catch in between her pussy-lips, then slipped harmlessly 
away. Lola began to mewl in hungry impatience. She wanted it now. She wanted 
to feel his cock deep inside her craving cunt. 

"Ooooohhh ... ooohh ... come on, Whopper! Come on, boy!" 

At last, with one mighty surge, the dog's cock drove deep into her wet hole. 
It forced her cunt-lips cruelly apart, rammed home until it struck the tip 
of her cervix. 

"Aaaiiieee! Ooohhhh, you're hurting me! Ooooohh!" 

She tried to squirm away from him, to make him stop hurting her. But Whopper 
was adamant in the pursuit of his goal. His paws held her firmly. His loins 
thrust forward in long stroke after stroke. He was fucking her--hard, fast, 
deep. 

Aware that her struggles were useless, Lola tried to make the best of a 
hopeless situation. Tears rolled from her eyes as the steel-hard dog-prick 
split her pussy time after time. She tried to relax, to ease the pain of his 
repeated hard fuck-strokes. 

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the unbelievable happened. This new kind of 
pain, too, turned to a deep sensual pleasure. Her body detected the change 
before her mind did. Her ass began to wiggle backward, begging for more of 
the long impaling strokes. Then her mind too succumbed. She was fucking a 
dog, and she was enjoying it! The very depravity of the situation made her 
jaw hang open, her eyes roll with lust. She wanted it! She wanted everything 
Whopper could give her! 

"Do it to me, Whopper! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!" 

The obscene words escaping her lips only added to her excitement. She became 
an animal herself, abandoning all the rules of her strict upbringing. Her 
only goal now was her own pleasure. For that, she would fuck this big animal 
until she passed out, her mind blank with the all-consuming energy of her 
arousal. 

While the water in the bathtub grew cold, the young brunette remained 
kneeling on the mat, offering her ass up to the rutting German shepherd. 
Never in her life had Lola been fucked so deep, so hard, so masterfully. 

* * * 

Though the courtyard had been empty when Lola came home, someone had 
observed her little encounter with the dog. Someone had watched her take 
Whopper into her unit. 

Overcome with curiosity, Elaine had hurried up to Lola's window, looked 
through the curtains for a peek of what was happening inside. Knowing 
Whopper's tastes in sexual companions, the blonde had her suspicions about 
what the relationship between the woman and the dog might be. She herself 
had fucked Whopper once. But the animal's power had frightened her. She left 
that particular fetish to Sadie and the girls who really went for it. 

She watched Lola go into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. 
Disappointed, she was almost ready to leave when she saw the door open to 
admit the whimpering animal. When they didn't come out for several minutes, 
Elaine decided to take a risk. She had a pass key to all the units. She 
would go inside and have a quick look through that half-open door. 

As soon as she was inside, Elaine knew that her suspicions were amply 
justified. She could hear Lola moaning wantonly. Peeking around the bathroom 
doorframe, she saw a sight that made her cunt throb with lust. 

Lola really was a beautiful girl. She was a tantalizing picture of orgiastic 
bliss as she kneeled salaciously in front of the rutting dog, egging him on. 
Her round smooth ass-cheeks waved with demonic energy. They acted like a 
lure to the bisexual Elaine. Already she could imagine herself fondling 
their flaring perfection, jamming a finger deep into the hole now filled by 
the hard-working dog's cock. 

Neither Whopper nor Lola realized that they were no longer alone in the 
motel room. Both were far too occupied with the urgent energy shooting 
through their bodies. The dog's tongue hung from his mouth as he rammed his 
prick deep into the clasping hot cunt in long regular strokes. His cock was 
like a piston, and Lola's pussy was the chamber that exploded with pleasure 
each time he drove into her. 

"Aaaaahhhh ... " the girl wailed. 

She was half out of her mind with excitement. This hard, no-holds-barred 
fucking was breaking loose all the nervous energy she had been storing up 
since Kenny ran out on her. 

Whopper's stiff cock was helping her forget about the bad times and latch on 
to the good. 

The lust-inspiring sight in the bathroom was more than the sexy Elaine could 
resist. She slipped a finger into the crotchband of her panties and began to 
tease the swollen nubbin of her clitoris. It was all she could do to keep 
from moaning a loud as her body stiffened with electric jolts of pleasure. 

Screw her, boy! Screw her good! the jealous blonde thought vindictively. 
Though she had no real liking for Lola, Elaine could empathize with the girl 
in her writhing abandon. Obviously Lola liked to feel good as much as Elaine 
herself did. That made them, in a strange way, sisters under the skin. While 
she enjoyed watching the dog fucking Lola ruthlessly, she was also intensely 
aware of the ecstasy the brunette was experiencing. She envied Lola that. 
She herself could not get that same pleasure from screwing a dog, but there 
were other ways she could do it. There were other ways she could make Lola 
feel good too.... 

Experienced as she was in observing other people's sexual responses, Elaine 
was still somewhat awed by the incredible responsiveness displayed by this 
farm girl from Illinois. Lola's buttocks churned with tireless energy, as 
though she were seeking to swallow the dog's prick whole. Her full lush 
breasts bounced enticingly under her kneeling torso. Her throaty moans and 
wails were like a cattle prod to the laboring beast. Elaine watched his 
saliva drip onto Lola's back as he worked. The obscene sight made her pussy 
clutch with longing. 

The more wildly the dog and the brunette ground their loins together, the 
hungrier Elaine's cunt grew. At last the blonde plunged two fingers deep 
into her pussy-hole and began to finger-fuck herself in time to the rhythm 
of the dog impaling the young woman's cunt. She held her panties to one 
side, while her fingers rammed deeper and deeper, more and more abandonedly. 
At last, the sensations became so strong that Elaine was forced to drop to 
her knees outside the bathroom door. 

Her position titillated her. She was closer now to Lola's position. She 
could imagine herself more easily experiencing the roiling pleasure that 
Lola was experiencing. She was even beginning to think that perhaps she had 
been too hasty in condemning the fucking talents of the big dog. If Lola 
could enjoy him that much, perhaps he was worth trying again.... 

The tension was mounting in the bathroom. Elaine watched the stiff hard 
dog-cock ram at a more and more furious pace far into Lola's cunt. The dog 
was obviously obsessed with only one thing--achieving his orgasm. At last, 
Elaine could see from the rigidity in his joints that he was doing it. 

Lola could tell the dog was cumming in her by the sudden intense surge 
inside her pussy. She was being filled to brimming with dog-cum. The obscene 
thought drove her to a frenzy. She gyrated her ass wantonly backward until 
she too was cumming. 

"Aaaaaiiieeee! I'm cumming, Whopper baby! I'm cummmmminingg-g!" 

Elaine was frozen with wonder. She had never seen anyone cum that wildly 
before. This Lola was really something. 

While watching the bizarre coupling, Elaine had become more and more 
obsessed with one thought: She wanted to taste that pretty little bitch's 
pussy! She wanted to eat Lola out! 

And what better time than the present? How could Lola refuse now? 

Trembling with her purpose, Elaine pushed the bathroom door wide open. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The sound of the bathroom door being pushed open terrified Lola. She rolled 
abruptly away from the big dog. A thin trail of cum joined them momentarily 
as the dog backed off his new mistress and walked over to investigate 
Elaine. 

The blonde paid the animal no attention. It was the girl she was interested 
in. Lola huddled on the bathmat, trying to cover herself with a towel. 

It took Lola a moment to recognize the intruder. She had met Elaine only 
once, in the office. The other woman had seemed rather unfriendly. Lola had 
not expected to see her again. Now here she was, in her own room, witness to 
her shameful deed with the dog. 

"Wha ... what are you doing here?" she managed to stammer. 

Elaine kneeled on the mat next to the trembling brunette and pulled away the 
towel with which she was rather ineffectually trying to protect herself. "I 
was in the neighborhood ... and I thought I'd pay you a visit." Her voice 
was sarcastic, but Lola couldn't miss the look of lust in her eyes. "I 
didn't realize you were busy ... The door was unlocked, and I just came 
right in. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" 

The blonde's impertinent manner infuriated Lola. Yet she was not sure enough 
of her own ground to simply order Elaine out. "I ... I want you to leave ... 
I don't know why you're teasing me. You had no right ... " The tears began 
to flow down the brunette's cheeks. 

Lola felt so humiliated. How could she ever face anyone here again, now that 
Elaine knew her awful secret? She would have to pack up and leave. 

"Please ... leave me alone ... " 

To Lola's surprise, the other woman suddenly became sympathetic. She helped 
Lola to her feet and guided her gently into the other room. Lola made no 
protest when Elaine lowered her onto the bed and sat beside her. 

"Look, kid ... you don't have to feel bad. You can trust me. I thought it 
was pretty neat, what you were doing with the dog. Look ... " 

To Lola's astonishment, Elaine raised her skirt up over her hips and showed 
her the sopping crotch of her panties. 

"See how excited you got me? And I didn't have a chance to get it off, the 
way you did ... I'm still all hot and bothered." 

Lola was lost for words. She sat open-mouthed as the blonde crawled in 
between her thighs and began to stroke the vulnerably exposed slit of her 
pussy. 

"What ... what are you ... " 

"I just want to look, darling ... You have a beautiful little pussy." 

Her fingertip traced the soft flanges of Lola's cunt. Little tendrils of 
dark pussy-hair clung to her cunt-lips, glued there by the dog's cum. The 
flesh was red and swollen, inflamed by passion and by the harsh friction of 
the dog's big prick. 

As Lola watched awestruck, petrified by fear and indecision, the blonde bent 
her head in between Lola's thighs and began to lick the dog's cum from her 
cunt. 

"Oooohh ... I ... !" Lola exclaimed. 

Her first instinct was to push the woman away. This was ... unnatural. Her 
mind rebelled at the absurdity of her logic: Was it natural to fuck a dog? 
What right did she have to condemn the other woman's perversion? Besides, 
the soft tongue on her sensitive slit felt awfully good. She couldn't 
repress a long low sigh of pleasure. 

Elaine looked up, delighted at the response of her pretty young victim. 
"Does that feel good, darling?" 

Before Lola had a chance to answer, Elaine's head was back down between her 
thighs. Her tongue was stabbing the delicate, half swollen nub of her 
clitoris. Lola began to whimper. Confused yet excited, she had no choice but 
to fall prey to the talented manipulations of Elaine's tongue. 

"Uuuuhh ... that's good-d-d!" 

Through slitted eyes, Lola could see the big German shepherd, sitting on the 
rug, watching the two women with interest. What's becoming of me? she 
thought wildly as she looked from one unnatural lover to another. 

Lola closed her eyes very tight, trying to shut out the bothersome thoughts 
that were assailing her mind. She could feel that devilish tongue swirling 
slickly around and around her sensitized clitoris. It felt so wonderfully 
good! Elaine's tongue seemed to be picking up where Whopper's cock had left 
off. And the orgiastic energy flowing through her naked body seemed to grow 
more intense by the moment. It was as though all her old guideposts in life 
had suddenly been torn down. She was wide open, responding the way her body 
told her to respond. No holds barred! The girl felt totally lost. Nobody 
could help her now. She had violated too many of the rules. There was 
nothing left for her but pleasure. And she didn't have far to go to find it. 
If she let herself go, Elaine would give her all the pleasure that she 
wanted. 

As the blonde's tongue worked its way down to her wet pussy-hole, Lola began 
to flail her head from side to side on the pillow. She was going to let go. 
There was nothing she could do to stop the older woman. She may as well 
enjoy her ... enjoy her tongue that was now stabbing deep into her distended 
cunt. Her fingers wound in Elaine's curly hair and pulled the girl's face 
close to her slit. 

"Oooohh ... you're doing it to me nice, Elaine! Lick me! Make me feel good!" 

Elaine was happy to do the wanton brunette's bidding. It satisfied her 
raunchy sense of imagination to be sucking on the younger woman's cunt-hole, 
licking up the thick juices of the dog's orgasm. She could feel Lola's 
pussy-sphincter convulsing around her tongue, trying to catch hold of it and 
pull it deep inside. The more aroused Lola grew, the more slavishly Elaine 
worked to satisfy her mounting hunger. Elaine liked a woman who could really 
turn on, and Lola's was the hottest little pussy she had ever tasted. 

"Mmmmmmm ... I love the taste of your pussy, baby!" 

Lola had no idea that Elaine was a prostitute, but she did realize that the 
blonde sucking on her twat was a worldly woman. She had no idea what kind of 
courage it would take to walk right into a stranger's motel room and start 
making love to her, but Lola didn't have it. Not yet, anyway. She suspected 
that Elaine could tell her a lot about life. 

Right now, she was most interested in what Elaine could show her about love. 
She began to wriggle her cunt recklessly down against Elaine's mouth, 
forcing her tongue to stab up into the sensitive hole of her pussy. Elaine 
grew more adventurous. She slipped her tongue a little farther down, prodded 
it against Lola's clenched sphincter. 

"Aaaaahhhh!" 

The illicit thrill of that tantalizing tongue tickling her asshole pushed 
Lola to new heights of abandon. As she felt the other woman's tongue 
circling round and round her tiny aperture, she wailed receptively. Her 
loins jerked upward, giving Elaine room to work. Depraved as it was, she 
liked what the blonde was doing to her. She wanted more of it! 

The sheer intensity of the other girl's responses made Elaine's frustrated 
pussy flare in neglect. She wanted to feel some satisfaction up between her 
own thighs. Though she could go on forever savoring the sweet flavor of 
Lola's tight twat, she needed some encouragement. Some stimulation of her 
own. 

From the corner of her eye, Elaine noticed Whopper, pacing restlessly by the 
side of the bed. The big dog never liked to be left out of a lusty 
situation. He was always ready to play at sex. Elaine knew that was a prime 
reason why Sadie kept him around. 

Did she dare let the dog fuck her just once more? She cast a surreptitious 
glance at the swollen cock that protruded from Whopper's sheath. He was all 
ready to go again, despite his recent orgasm. The excitement of eating 
Lola's pussy gave Elaine the courage she needed. 

Abandoning the girl for just a moment, Elaine scrambled hurriedly out of her 
clothes. She threw them in a heap on a chair, and returned to her position 
between Lola's legs. Her sultry eyes gleamed as she spoke to the watching 
brunette. 

"I'm going to let Whopper fuck me while I eat you, darling. I'm kind of 
scared, but you made it look like such fun." 

Lola was impatient to get Elaine's tongue back to her pussy. But she had 
another reason to approve of Elaine's plan. If the blonde were guilty of the 
same unnatural act she was, then she would be less likely to tell on her. 
They would share a guilty secret! 

"Don't be scared, Elaine. It'll feel wonderful! I promise you!" As she 
spoke, Lola's loins jerked up in search of her new friend's mouth. She no 
longer questioned her own depravity. She looked forward to it with frantic 
glee. 

Thrusting her ass high in the air, Elaine called the dog to mount her. Then 
she buried her face back in Lola's pussy. If she was preoccupied enough with 
that savory pink slit, she figured she would worry less about whether 
Whopper would hurt her. From long experience, Elaine knew that a relaxed 
cunt didn't get hurt. It was only when a woman got tense or frightened that 
she could be injured by a cock. 

Delighted to be included in the excitement, Whopper leapt up onto the bed 
and mounted the kneeling blonde. He began to thrust his cock forward, 
looking for pussy-shelter the way he had done with Lola just a short while 
ago. Again and again he missed his goal. But then a fluke of fate guided him 
straight into the hot quivering hole in front of him. 

"Aaaaaaahhh!" Elaine's shrill wail filled the room. But it was not a cry of 
pain. The sheer depravity of the scene had excited her enough that Whopper's 
cock slid easily in and out of her moist cunt. His pace was fast, deep and 
hard, just what she needed to satisfy the longing up inside. 

"Oh, God, yes! Fuck me, Whopper! Fuck meeeee!" 

Lola looked up at the face of the laboring animal, watched the spittle 
dropping from his tongue onto the blonde's back as he strove to keep up his 
grueling pace. The lewdness of the picture snapped something inside her. She 
liked it. She liked watching another woman getting fucked by a dog. And she 
especially liked the tantalizing feelings exploding in her loins. Elaine's 
tongue was fucking her pussy mercilessly. She could tell she was on the 
verge of an explosion, hotter, wilder than the last. 

"Oh, Elaine! Didn't I tell you it would be good! Isn't his prick nice? Oh 
baby ... you're sucking me so nice!" 

The atmosphere in the small, neat motel room was thick with lust. The two 
women and the dog writhed together on the bed, working their genitals for 
all they were worth. All of them were on the verge of a climax. Yet none 
wanted to go without the other, it seemed. They kept sucking and fucking, 
wriggling and moaning, until at last Lola could take no more. 

"Oh my God! I'm cummmmmmingg-g! I'm cumming, Elaine! Ohhhhhhh!" 

The satisfaction of bringing the younger woman to orgasm made Elaine grow 
even more abandoned in the pace with which she was thrusting her ass back at 
the big dog. Suddenly his cock seemed to grow even bigger and harder. She 
knew he was cumming in her! 

"Oooohh, Jee-zuz! Fill me, lover! Shoot me full of that sweet-tasting 
dog-cum!" Elaine knew just how sweet it was, for she had just finished 
eating it out of the other woman's pussy. "Shit ... I'm cummmmming!" 

There was a long pregnant silence as the three orgiasts recovered from the 
shock of their climaxes. Elaine reached up and squeezed Lola's firm, heaving 
breasts. "You know something, Lola? You're not such a bad kid after all!" 

Lola wasn't quite sure what to make out of that comment. But she was content 
to lie in the other woman's arms as Elaine sucked contentedly on her nipple. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Elaine had enjoyed her lusty session with Lola. But she felt no particular 
loyalty to the shapely brunette. She had no qualms about telling her bosses 
about Lola and Whopper. Sadie and Jake were delighted with the news. They 
saw in Lola's conversion a chance for some fun of their own. 

Sadie watched for Lola's return from job hunting the following evening. 

"Lola, honey," she called from the office doorway, "why don't you come in 
for a minute?" 

Lola was nervous. She had been nervous ever since Elaine had left her alone 
with memories of her own debauchery. The young farm girl feared that she had 
lost all control over herself. What she had been doing with Elaine and 
Whopper was so sinful! But she had enjoyed it so much.... 

"How's the hunt going, sweetie? Any luck yet?" 

The brunette frowned. As usual her feet and her back ached. And all for 
another day of fruitless searching. 

"No ... I don't know, Sadie ... I'm beginning to think maybe this isn't the 
town for me." 

"Don't give up too quick. These things take time. I know you'll come up with 
something that will be just right for you. Come on ... let's go in the back 
and have a drink on it." 

The beautiful older woman's encouragement heartened Lola. She accepted the 
invitation gladly. The last thing she needed was another lonely night with 
her own confused thoughts. In Sadie's company she felt more guilty than ever 
about her depravity. What would the redhead think of her if she knew the way 
she had been carrying on? 

Jake was in the living room waiting for them. "Hi there, Lola! How's tricks? 
Hey ... you look kind of glum. I bet you could use a drink. I know just the 
thing. Have you ever tried Pernod?" 

"No, I've never heard of it." 

"You'll love it. It's supposed to turn ladies into raving sex fiends, but 
that's all a bunch of hooey." 

Lola grinned nervously and accepted the drink. The look in the big man's 
eyes made her shudder. Was it possible he knew? He looked like he knew all 
about her. His eyes seemed to undress her as they observed her tightly clad 
body. Sadie's firm arm guiding her to the couch reassured Lola. She could 
put up with Jake as long as Sadie was around to protect her. 

As they drank the thick sweet liqueur, Jake entertained them with funny 
stories about the big city. Lola could feel the alcohol coursing hotly 
through her veins, relaxing her. She began to appreciate Jake's off-beat 
sense of humor. Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all. She began to take 
his long appreciative looks as compliments. For the first time she realized 
that Jake was a very good-looking man with his slightly graying, thick hair 
and his big mustache. 

"You know something?" he boomed. "I'm feeling in one hell of a good mood 
tonight. I think we should have some champagne to celebrate." 

"Celebrate what?" Lola asked innocently. 

He rubbed his hands together and leered playfully at her. "The snaring of 
the pigeon, my dove!" 

Instinctively, Lola drew back from him, though she giggled nervously. The 
strangest feelings were pulsing through her loins. An odd excitement, lust 
even. She began to wonder if the liqueur they were drinking really was an 
aphrodisiac. For some reason, the thought made her cunt throb in heated 
anticipation. 

At once Lola chastised herself for her wantonness. What would Jake and Sadie 
think if they knew what she was thinking and feeling? She held out her glass 
willingly when Jake offered her a refill. 

"I'll be back in five with the champagne, girls. Try to control yourselves 
while I'm gone." 

Almost as soon as Jake had left the apartment, Sadie lay a hand casually on 
Lola's knee. Startled, the brunette stared questioningly at the lovely 
redhead. The look in Sadie's eyes could mean only one thing. Desire. 

Astonished as she was, Lola experienced a flashing surge of excitement. Now 
that she knew what it was to make love to a woman, the thought that the 
beautiful redhead was attracted to her struck a responsive chord deep in 
Lola's belly. She had admired Sadie right from the first moment she had set 
eyes on her. She was so glamorous. 

"You're the loveliest creature I've ever seen," Sadie told her in her low 
throaty drawl. 

The compliment made Lola's heart beat fast. She was scarcely aware of 
Sadie's fingertips creeping up over her thigh. Sadie's mouth closed hotly 
over her own and searched hungrily inside. Her tongue was insistent, 
passionate. Lola's entire being responded to the embrace. Her thighs parted 
slightly to allow the hand to probe more intimately, higher and higher. 
Until.... 

"Aaaaahhhh ... " Sadie's finger delved in under Lola's crotchband, grazed 
her sensitized pussy-lips. In the last few days, the brunette had grown 
accustomed to enjoying pleasure. Her being craved it. 

"Oooohh, darling ... your pussy feels so wonderful. So soft and hot inside." 

The brunette's sensual innocence turned Sadie on. From the way she was 
responding to her seduction, Lola was obviously not naive. Yet she had such 
an air of vulnerability about her. It made Sadie long to investigate her 
lush, shapely body. 

Driven by the mounting fury of her desire, Sadie kneeled on the rug in front 
of Lola. She pushed her skirt up to her waist and grabbed the crotchband of 
her panties, pulling the flimsy garment down and off. Like a male lover, she 
pushed Lola's thighs wide apart, then she scurried in, brought her face 
close to the beckoning pink slit. She held the fleshy flanges apart and 
licked all the way up over Lola's wet furrow. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh ... God, it's good!" 

Lola was able to summon up no strength to combat the urgency of the 
redhead's passion. In fact, her whole being craved what Sadie was doing to 
her. The very wantonness of the situation--stealing forbidden love while the 
man was gone--made her blood boil with excitement. The alcohol had done its 
job well. Lola was completely receptive to what the older woman wanted to do 
to her. 

Sadie latched on to the hardening nub of Lola's clitoris and began to suck 
it hungrily. From time to time, her tongue reached down and licked all the 
way up from her yielding hole to the very tip of the blood-engorged little 
nubbin. Lola cooperated with lusty enthusiasm, sliding her ass forward on 
the couch cushion, making her cunt more accessible to Sadie's greedy 
probings. 

"Aaaaiieeeee ... it's soooo good!" 

Elaine had been an exciting enough lover, but Sadie was sheer dynamite. The 
attraction Lola felt for this beautiful woman made her lovemaking seem all 
that much more intense. 

Lola was experiencing a mounting desire to give back some of the loving she 
was receiving. Never yet had she tasted the flavor of a wide-open pussy. She 
hadn't thought of doing such a thing to Elaine, but she wanted to do it to 
Sadie. She wanted to eat the redhead's cunt. 

Sadie was astounded when Lola pushed her down gently but firmly onto the 
rug. Now it was Lola's turn to push Sadie's skirt up over her hips. But 
Sadie wore no panties to block the view of her red-thatched mound. Through 
passion-hazed eyes, she watched the younger woman staring at her exposed 
pussy. Relishing her own wantonness, Sadie parted her legs wide, giving Lola 
a full view of her pink wet cunt-flesh. 

Without hesitation, Lola bent forward and licked the hard tip of Sadie's 
clitoris. To her astonishment, the slick little bud began to grow under her 
touch. It stood up firm and proud, like a little cock. It beckoned Lola's 
attentions. Overwhelmed by the force of her own illicit passion, Lola began 
to suck Sadie's clitoris. She found she liked the piquant flavor of the 
juices that flowed from Sadie's twat, coating her genitals. 

As she slaved greedily over Sadie's wide-open pussy, Lola lost track of all 
other realities. She forgot completely about Jake, due to return soon from 
his shopping expedition. Her own skirt was still pulled high up over her 
hips. The round swelling cheeks of her ass waved salaciously in the air as 
she sucked, licked and stabbed Sadie's receptive cunt-slit. 

Sadie had been looking forward to a seduction this afternoon. But she had 
not expected the young country girl to be quite such a wanton, adventurous 
lover. Even with all her experience, Sadie could not remember ever having 
had her cunt sucked like Lola was sucking it now. There was something 
special about having her pussy eaten by a girl so inexperienced in the art 
of lesbian sex. There was no doubt in Sadie's mind that Lola was a natural 
hedonist. There would be no bounds to her passion. Jake would love her. 
Tonight promised to be an unforgettable experience. 

Jake stayed away a little longer than was necessary to fetch the champagne. 
He wanted to make sure Sadie had lots of time to get the girl warmed up. He 
felt sure Lola would respond to his wife. It was obvious from her manner 
that Lola respected and admired Sadie. After her experience with Elaine, she 
would likely respond easily to Sadie's advances. 

How easily, Jake could not have known. But when he opened the apartment door 
and saw the firm cheeks of Lola's bare ass waving in his direction, Jake's 
delight registered at once in his cock. It began to grow to aching hardness 
as he quickly set down the champagne and went over to join the women. Lola 
had not even noticed his entry. But she looked around quickly when she felt 
his hands caressing her buttocks. 

The brunette felt a quick jolt of fear that passed quickly when she saw the 
obvious excitement in Jake's eyes. He didn't object to what she was doing to 
his wife. It turned him on. Though a short while ago, Jake's lecherous 
manner had made Lola uneasy, now it stimulated her. She liked the way his 
fingertips were caressing her ass. She began to hope he might join them in 
their lewd games. 

"Go on, beautiful. I don't want to interrupt anything." Jake's voice 
trembled with his horniness. 

Aware of the interested eyes surveying her upturned buttocks, Lola again 
bent her head between Jake's wife's thighs and began to investigate her 
pussy. She stabbed her tongue deep into Sadie's slippery cunt-hole. "Oh, 
darling! Your mouth is so good to me! No one's ever sucked my pussy like you 
do!" 

Jake grinned over at his writhing wife. He didn't worry that Lola seemed to 
be doing a better job than he did. Sadie always got carried away with her 
compliments when she was making love. 

The big man pulled down his fly and guided the head of his swollen cock to 
the upturned slit between Lola's thighs. His prick found the fleshy, 
yielding hole and shoved deep inside. He grunted with appreciation. Her 
pussy was wet and hot, yet tight and clinging as a new glove. 

"Shit, that's good pussy, baby! No pussy's ever grabbed my prick like that!" 

Jake grinned to himself as he wondered if Sadie would notice his tit for 
tat. 

Then he began to maneuver his cock in earnest, stroking his hard cudgel 
skillfully in and out of Lola's clutching pussy. 

"Ooooohhh ... Jeez ... it's good! Aaaaahhhh!" 

The harder Jake fucked her craving twat, the more difficulty Lola had in 
keeping her mind on the wet pussy before her. Not since Kenny had she had a 
human male's cock reaming her cunt-lips wide. It felt terrific ... so much 
thicker and more subtle in its movements than a dog's prick. For a brief 
instant, Lola realized how radically her sex life had changed since she left 
Illinois. A short while ago, her experience had been almost nil. Now she 
found herself grading and comparing sexual thrills like an old hand. 

But now was no time to regret lost innocence. Lola wanted to fuck. And she 
threw her ass roughly back at Jake's rampaging cock with all the enthusiasm 
her body could muster. 

Sadie looked up at the lust-dazed face of her husband as she labored over 
the kneeling girl. The redhead realized that Lola was almost too far gone 
now to work hard enough on her cunt to bring her to orgasm. Sadie didn't 
mind. She had her own ideas for completing the lusty triangle. 

Whopper was in the bedroom, sleeping. 

"Come on, Whopper! Here, boy!" 

While Lola watched open-mouthed, the beautiful redhead began to play with 
the German shepherd's cock, coaxing it to rock hardness. Not for a moment 
had she suspected that Whopper might have gotten his taste for women from 
his own mistress! Jake's cock drove Lola to a fever-pitch of arousal as she 
watched the big animal mount the woman and drive his hard cock far into her 
welcoming pussy. 

Sadie became an animal too as she ground her buttocks back against Whopper, 
driving the beast on. His bright-red cock skewered rhythmically in and out 
of her eagerly clutching pussy. All the muscles in Sadie's face relaxed. She 
became a wanton inferno of lust as she and the dog climbed together up to a 
private pleasure world of sensation. 

When Sadie eventually looked over at Lola and smiled at her, the brunette 
felt a delicious surge of happiness. She and Sadie were sharing something 
special. Their passion for dogs, for each other, for Sadie's husband. Lola 
had realized quickly that Elaine had no particular feeling for her. But with 
Sadie it was different. Sadie was more alive. She was more exciting to be 
with. Lola admired Sadie. If Sadie could enjoy all these depraved things, 
they must be all right. Lola could proceed with a clear conscience. 

Jake's cock continued to stroke in and out of Lola's enthusiastic cunt. The 
big man had never thought he would meet another woman to match his wife for 
sheer sexual exuberance. But if anyone could do it, he saw it was the young 
Lola. His cock grew steel hard at the titillating pleasure of being 
alone--with good old Whopper, of course--with two such passionate, exciting 
women. His fingers dug into Lola's taut flesh as he strove to screw her 
harder and deeper. He and Whopper were working like commdes, seeing that the 
two hungry beauties got their fill of good fucking. 

"Aaaaiiieeee! Whopper, baby! Do it to meeee!" 

Watching Sadie's lovely face contort with lust egged Lola on. She slammed 
her buttocks back against Jake's loins with the same eagerness Sadie was 
showing for her big pet. The raunchy session became something of a contest, 
with all participants striving to see who could reach the top first. 

Sadie came out the winner. "Shit ... aaaaa-hhhhhh ... I'm cummmmmingg-g!" 

Watching her friend let go so fiercely drove Lola to her own release. "Me 
too, Sadie darling! Me too!" Even as she spoke, she could feel the hot jets 
of Jake's cum shooting into her clasping hole. 

Jake got a final lascivious thrill from watching the dog's jaw slacken with 
lust, from knowing that the two of them were cumming in the women at the 
same time. He slammed his own prick hard into Lola's upturned pussy and held 
there, until he was milked dry of his cum. 

"Hey, girls! That was really a scene!" Jake got to his feet. "I'm going to 
get us that champagne before it gets warm!" 

The champagne had in fact started to warm up during the long session. Jake 
stuck it in the freezer for a few minutes. Then he arranged three glasses on 
a silver tray and carried it grandly back into the living room. 

"Okay, girls! Here's your reward! Up and at 'em!" 

The two women struggled with difficulty to a sitting position. For Lola, the 
sensual scene that had just ended had been a traumatic event. It had sealed 
once and for all her commitment to sexuality. She had thought she was too 
confused and guilty about what had happened with Elaine and Whopper to let 
herself get involved in anything else. But it turned out that those other 
experiences had only warmed her up for an exploration of her sexuality that 
knew no bounds. 

She still shivered at the thought of how willingly she had allowed Sadie's 
husband to shove his cock into her. But she was shivering with lustful 
recollection now, not from shame. She would have no qualms now about letting 
such a thing happen again. In fact, she looked forward to it. She smiled 
sexily at Jake as she accepted a glass of champagne. 

"You're really something, baby," he told her, and winked. 

The champagne seemed to further fire the furnaces of their lust. This time, 
Sadie sucked Jake's cock while Lola sat on his face. The women enjoyed long 
heated kisses intermittently through the session. 

When it was over, Sadie and Jake invited Lola to spend the night with them 
in their king-size water bed. Jake said he had something to discuss with 
Lola in the morning. But by the time they got through with their loving, and 
their sleeping, it was already a bright California afternoon. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The proposition Jake made to Lola horrified her at first. She had had no 
idea she was living in the midst of a kind of low-key brothel, though she 
had wondered how some of the women who lived at the Travelers' Rest managed 
to get by without going to work every day. Elaine in particular had puzzled 
her, though the blonde had told her nothing. 

The last career Lola had ever imagined for herself was that of a prostitute. 
It was contrary to everything she had ever been taught. But, on the other 
hand, she had learned a few things about herself since leaving home. For one 
thing, she had a very high sexual capacity which begged to be filled. For 
another, the more she looked for a job as a waitress, the less the idea of 
doing that kind of labor for a cold impersonal boss appealed to her. Back 
home, she had known everyone on the job. Everything was very casual. Going 
to work was like visiting a second family. Here, her prospective employers 
seemed to be sizing her up like a side of beef. Once, she had even been 
impertinent enough to ask the rude man, who had wondered how she would look 
in his skimpy costumes, if he would like to see her teeth too. 

The more Lola saw of life in the big city, the more she realized that all 
things in the end were more or less equal. There were good sides and bad 
sides. And a girl on her own had to make out the best she knew how. 

Working for Sadie and Jake would be almost like working for family again. 
They were her friends. Lola was convinced of that. Already the idea of 
having to leave the Travelers' Rest for an apartment depressed her. She had 
formed an emotional attachment to her first home away from home. 

Above all, Lola's personal admiration for Sadie convinced her that Jake's 
proposition would at least be worth trying. She was convinced that Sadie 
would not be involved in something really bad. What was good enough for 
Sadie was good enough for her. After all, Sadie was her best friend here in 
Los Angeles. She spent an entire day weighing the pros and cons of the idea. 
When she made her decision in the affirmative, she was still nervous about 
it. But she had decided to give it a try. It was time she brought in some 
money anyway. Her meager savings were flowing through her fingers like 
water. 

Lola celebrated her decision by going out and buying herself a new dress. It 
was a statement of her intention to radically alter her life. The dress was 
sexy. It gave ample display to her lush cleavage, and it clung almost 
indecently--as Lola's mother would say--to her full hips. It was bright 
chartreuse in color. She dropped in at Jake and Sadie's to show them her new 
purchase and to inform them of her decision. 

Her reinforcement from Jake was positive. He whistled loudly and tried to 
dip his hand into her cleavage. She slapped him playfully away. 

"You'll tear it!" 

"So I'll buy you a new one! How do you expect me to look at something that 
luscious, baby, and not reach out and touch?" 

"Jake, you are the world's most out-of-control lecher, you know that?" Sadie 
put an arm through the younger woman's and gave her an intimate hug. "You 
look wonderful, darling." 

"Listen, Sadie, I've got more goddamned control than you give me credit for. 
If I didn't, I'd have you both stripped and on the floor right now." 

This kind of bawdy talk was beginning to feel comfortable to Lola. Whereas 
before it had offended her, now it was more in tune with the kind of 
sexuality that was becoming a part of her life. She was beginning to 
understand Jake and Sadie and their lusty hunger for new thrills. She 
realized that she was an adventure for the older couple. But that seemed 
only fair. They were an adventure for her too. 

"I've decided to try out your suggestion, Jake." 

"Good girl. Welcome to the team." He slapped her on the ass. 

Sadie was beaming. "We're glad you'll be around for a while, honey. You're 
good people. And I think we've got the perfect guy for your first trick. 
He's kind of the young and innocent type ... a little embarrassed about 
coming here. But I think you'll like him. What do you say?" 

This was it. If she said yes to this one, there'd be no turning back. 
"Okay." Her voice shook. 

"Fine. He'll be coming by about seven. We'll send him over to you." Lola bit 
her lower lip and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Sadie ... ?" 

"Yes, darling?" 

"How do I do it? I mean ... what am I supposed to be like?" 

Jake cut in. "Just do what comes naturally, Lola baby. I'm sure that'll be 
more than any red-blooded male could refuse." 

Sadie disappeared into the back and returned with a brown parcel. "Here's a 
couple of tools of the trade. They'll make it easier to get into the trip, 
you know?" 

Back in her motel room, Lola unwrapped the package and found a skimpy black 
nightie and an unopened bottle of Pernod. Tingling with a perverse 
excitement, she opened the bottle and poured herself a drink. It was time to 
start getting ready for her trick. The Pernod gave her a good hot shot of 
courage. 

She showered and washed her hair and slipped into the nightie. It made her 
feel very naughty to wear something so clearly designed for the purpose of 
seduction. It had sheer lace handprints over her tits and another peek-a-boo 
insert over her pussy. It was the lewdest outfit she had ever laid eyes on. 
She turned this way and that in front of the mirror, surveying herself. She 
looked good, she decided. Not at all like the naive country girl she had 
been a couple of weeks before ... but good. She decided she liked the 
change. Her life had become so much more exciting than she had ever dreamed 
it could be back home. 

Lola was on her third drink when there came a knock at her door. Tingling 
with excitement, she got up to let her guest in. 

"Hi, there. Please come in." Her voice had dropped an octave from its normal 
pitch. She was trying to sound sexy. 

"Hi." The young man looked suitably impressed. He stood awkwardly in the 
middle of the room, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He held them out 
toward her. "I don't know if it's customary," he mumbled. "But ... here." 

Lola was touched. Here was someone who looked just as innocent and confused 
as she still felt somewhere inside. "Why, they're beautiful! What a nice 
thing to do!" 

He looked pleased as punch. She made a great fuss over each flower as she 
arranged them in a vase. He sat carefully on the edge of the bed and watched 
her admiringly. Lola thought she could feel his eyes burning through the 
lacy holes in her nightie. A little uncertain of who should be seducing 
whom, she walked over and sat beside him on the bed. She was sure he would 
make his move soon. 

He took her hand and pulled it onto his lap. "Have you been here long?" he 
asked hesitantly. 

Lola had not been expecting conversation. "Not too long. I just came out 
here. I'm new ... at this work ... " 

He grinned broadly. She could see that the information helped him relax with 
her. 

"I didn't think you seemed like the others ... I've only done this sort of 
thing a couple of times myself ... paid women, I mean." He seemed to be 
embarrassed by his own awkwardness. "I'm not much of a talker, you may have 
noticed. I spend a lot of time alone, with my work. I'm not used to 
beautiful women ... like you." 

Lola was in control of the situation now. Obviously this man admired her, 
relied on her to help him through this experience. It made her feel strong 
to be responsible for someone else's comfort. 

"I know what you'd like ... How about a nice drink? It's delicious stuff. My 
boss gave it to me this afternoon. What kind of work do you do anyway?" 

She realized she was chattering more than usual. This man was the first 
person she had met that she didn't feel inferior to in some way. He wasn't 
cool and confident like the others. She could relax with him. 

"I'm a nuclear physicist." 

Her eyes widened. "Oh my goodness ... That sounds very important. Here. 
Cheers. You must do very important stuff." 

She liked his sheepish grin. He was a very cute-looking guy, despite his 
shyness. 

"Oh ... it's important enough. I'm in research. Most of the time my head's 
all wrapped up in ideas and theories. I like to think about girls sometimes 
too, though." Nervously, his hand reached for her tit and stroked it. 

Goosebumps ran all over Lola's skin. She hadn't realized how horny she was. 
Her nipples jumped to erection under his fingertips. 

"I like to think about boys, too," she said coyly. "By the way, what's your 
name? I'm Lola." 

"I know. They told me. My name's Darren." 

He had finished his drink already. Lola poured them both another. She 
realized he needed the courage even more than she did. 

"Well, Darren, I'm really glad you're here, you know? You're a very nice 
person. I didn't know what to expect tonight. But you're just right ... and 
you're my first trick, you know," she whispered. 

He looked shocked. "But why ... why do you want to get into this kind of 
work? A beautiful girl like you shouldn't even have to work." He spoke with 
far more vehemence than he had displayed so far. 

She shrugged. "I need some money." A sudden urge to be naughty seized her. 
This was fun. She could play at being whatever she wanted to be. "Besides, I 
think I might like the fringe benefits." 

Lola enjoyed the astonishment evident in the young man's face. Now was the 
time to get the show on the road. She was no longer the least bit afraid. 
She knelt on the rug next to him and tugged at his fly. She reached inside 
and pulled out his cock. It was only slightly erect, but the touch of her 
hand seemed to do the trick. It swelled with blood, became long and hard in 
her hand. 

"Oooohh ... you have a lovely cock." 

Darren seemed to be at a loss for words. He watched fascinated as she opened 
her mouth and closed it over the swollen head of his prick. Her tongue began 
to work around his throbbing cock-head, stabbing it, poking into the little 
slit on the tip. "Jeez ... " 

She looked up at him. "Like that? Does your cock feel good?" 

Though this was only the second time in her life she had had a cock in her 
mouth, Lola knew exactly what to do. It seemed the most natural thing in the 
world to her now to make love to this fine hard cock with her lips and 
tongue. She loved the fleshy resilient feel of it. She loved the sense of 
her own wanton abandon. As a paid prostitute, she didn't have to worry about 
how she should behave. She could go ahead and follow the dictates of her 
raunchy sensuality. 

Although he was unable to understand this beautiful, wild woman, Darren 
found it easy to respond to her exciting caresses. For the first time, he 
had found a woman he was comfortable with. She was so innocent and 
child-like in some ways. But her body and her skill were those of a 
full-grown passionate woman. 

Once she got the feel of the cock in her mouth and of the man's responses, 
Lola let her urges he her guide. She could feel her cunt getting wet under 
her skimpy nightie as she worked to bring pleasure to this strange shy man. 
She enjoyed themental image of herself kneeling slavishly beside this total 
stranger, bobbing her head wantonly up and down over his cock. 

His turgid prick grew harder as her pace became more and more abandoned. She 
stabbed him with her tongue at unpredictable moments, sucked hungrily on his 
cock-tip when the mood struck her. Darren groaned lustily at almost every 
move she made. More and more, Lola was beginning to realize that it was not 
any particular technique that made the difference in sucking a man's cock. 
It was the vigor and enthusiasm with which she moved her mouth and her body. 
She bounced up and down on her haunches as she worked. Her whole being was 
suffused with the welling excitement of her obscene act. 

"My God ... I didn't know it could be like this! You're amazing, Lola ... 
you're beautiful!" 

Darren had had little experience with women. To become a full-fledged 
scientist at the age of twenty-two, he had not had much time or energy to 
devote to learning the arts of love. His physical life had fallen far behind 
hismental. But this fiery young brunette was doing a lot to help him catch 
up. 

She began to move a hand up and down his cock in time with her mouth, 
accentuating the hot wet pleasure-pangs her mouth was dealing his prick. Her 
tongue and her lips seemed to move independently of one another, maneuvering 
shamelessly to bring the man to a fierce peak of arousal. 

"I love sucking your cock," she whispered up at him when she stopped to 
catch her breath. 

It amused her to think that just a short while ago a man had had to force 
her to suck his prick. Now she wouldn't miss the experience for anything. 
She felt curiously fulfilled with a swollen hard prick in her mouth. Even 
though her cunt was throbbing, hot and wet, hungry for stretching. 

Lola's no-holds-barred lovemaking seemed to break down Darren's own 
barriers. She reminded him of the primitive lurking inside every man. Much 
as he enjoyed the quick talented caresses of her mouth on his cock, he 
wanted to take the helm for a while. He wanted to subjugate her, to 
overwhelm the woman with his own passion. Gently but firmly, he pushed her 
away from his cock. 

"I want to fuck you now." 

Lola was pleased with the change in his voice. He was no longer timid, 
uncertain. He was a man who knew what he wanted. She was more than ready to 
give it to him. Her pussy was wet and hungry. She scrambled up on the bed 
while he removed his clothes. Her fingers pulled her nightie lewdly up so 
her hair-thatched pussy stared at him from beneath the black material that 
still covered her tits. 

She appraised Darren's naked body. He was good-looking, young and lean and 
strong. His cock stood out hard and demanding from his loins. 

"Fuck me," she murmured hotly as she ground her bare ass into the mattress. 

Her words added fuel to the fires of his lust. He threw himself upon her, 
guided the bulbous head of his cock toward the fleshy opening to her pussy. 
Summoning up all his strength, he drove his prick deep into her seething 
hole, struck the head on her cervix deep inside. 

"Aaaaahhhhh ... ooooohhhh, good-d-d! You're wonderful, Darren!" 

She stared wide-eyed up at him, marveling at how the mouse had turned into a 
lion. Without even pausing, he established a hard-hitting pace deep into her 
greedily clasping cunt. Her tight walls were driven asunder on each forceful 
entry. They clung to him on the way out, not wanting to let him go. Again he 
rammed up into her, relishing the hot tightness that welcomed his cock. 

He pushed her nightie all the way up, so she was wearing it like a scarf 
around her neck. His hand groped for a firm fleshy breast and massaged it 
roughly. The nipple strained up against his hand, hard and rubbery, swollen 
with lust. 

"God, your hand feels good! So nice and strong!" 

They were locked now in the rutting primal act of fucking. Each squirmed and 
labored for their own pleasure, yet both were intensely aware of the 
feedback they were getting from the other. Lola closed her eyes tight and 
rolled her head crazily on the pillow. The tendons in her neck stood out, 
showing her tension. She was in the throes of a primitive search ... the 
search for pleasure. 

"Oh ... fuck me, fuck me!" 

She raised her lips to be kissed and he kissed her hotly. His tongue drove 
deep into her mouth, penetrating her the way his cock was penetrating her 
cunt. They squirmed feverishly against one another, doing combat as much as 
they were making love. Each relishing the fury of the battle. 

"You're incredible, Lola! You're incredible!" 

Darren was panting like a racing horse, yet his fatigue was exhilarating. He 
had never felt so intensely alive. This wanton young woman was teaching him 
how to enjoy the untapped potential of his own body. He loved her for it. He 
wanted to fill her to overflowing with the hot rich flood of his sperm. 

"Aaaaaaiiieeee! Ooooohhh! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmingg-g!" 

"Me too! I'm cumming too!" They ground their loins together, savoring the 
awesome explosion that made them for one instant one creature. Her back 
arched up, welding her to him. Then she relaxed, let herself collapse into 
the soft support of the mattress. They were done. 

They lay side by side, holding hands. Like young lovers, which in fact they 
were, despite the business aspects of their relationship. For a few short 
moments, they had been everything to one another. 

He left not long after, kissing her tenderly on the cheek. "I'll see you 
again, Lola." 

Lola went to sleep soon after. She was pleased. Now she knew that she could 
handle this job Jake had offered her. It wasn't so hard, not at all. 
Business was pleasure. Sheer pleasure. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Lola had left an indelible impression on young Darren. Only four days after 
their encounter, he was back at the motel office, asking to see her that 
same evening. 

Darren was not the kind of man Jake could relate to. He felt a certain 
amount of contempt for the younger man's awkwardness, his shy manners. He 
was not what Jake would have called a "man's man". His earnest manner told 
Jake more than words. He could see that Darren had a crush on Lola. 

A sadistic streak in Jake prompted him to have a little fun with the young 
scientist. "You can't spend any time with her this evening. But we offer 
another service. She's in the blue room tonight. If you like, we can go into 
the red room and watch the show." 

Darren looked horrified. "You mean spy on her?" 

"Not exactly. She knows, when she's in the blue room, that there's liable to 
be some customer in the red room watching her. She gets extra for it. Don't 
worry. It wouldn't be like you were taking advantage of her or anything." 

"No. I don't think so. I came to see Lola. To talk to her. Not to watch her 
with someone else." 

Jake walked around from behind the counter and took the younger man by the 
arm. 

"Tell you what. I'll make you a deal. You can watch for five minutes. If you 
don't enjoy what you're seeing, you get a refund. What do you say?" 

Rather than argue with the powerful man, Darren let himself be led back to 
the unit Jake called the red room. His built-in sense of decency told him 
what he was about to do was wrong. But he did want to see Lola. It would be 
hard to watch her with another man. But he had to learn to accept the job 
she had chosen. If he wanted to be around Lola, that was the price he had to 
pay. 

Jake was enjoying the prospect of the jolt he was about to give the younger 
man. If there was one way to cure a crush on one of his hired women, he 
figured it was to show her admirer a glimpse of her at work. They usually 
weren't prepared for the utter abandon the woman displayed writhing on the 
end of a dog's cock. And that was exactly what Lola was doing tonight. 

It didn't occur to Jake that he was depriving the young brunette of a chance 
for a personal relationship with the young scientist. He figured Darren was 
too square for Lola and for the scene at the Travelers' Rest. What he was 
about to do was, for him, a big practical joke. 

"Here we are, Darren. Come on in and make yourself comfortable." 

At first Darren purposefully kept his eyes averted from the see-through 
glass. He walked into the room and sat down in the closest chair. Jake 
remained standing just inside the door, watching him. 

He saw Darren's eyes grow big as saucers as the scene in the next room 
gradually registered on his brain. There was a couple in the room with Lola. 
The woman was bent over doggie fashion, while the man fucked her ruthlessly 
from behind. They were both watching the star attraction. Lola was kneeling 
on the bed on all fours, facing the mirror. A big German shepherd was 
mounted up behind her. His hairy paws clutched the firm white flesh of her 
hips. His long red cock sawed rhythmically in and out of her cunt. 

From the look on Lola's face, there was no doubt that she was enjoying the 
depraved situation. Her mouth hung slackly open. Her tongue worked nervously 
over her lips. Her eyes were glazed in a mask of lust. As though driven by a 
separate consciousness, her buttocks churned feverishly back against the 
dog's loins, searching out that long tapered prick. 

"Aaaaahhhh ... it feels wonderful ... " The sound of her voice in the 
adjoining room seemed to send a shiver through Darren. He looked down at his 
feet, then back at the screen, his face registering his total shock. He 
never once looked over at Jake. The other man seemed to have ceased to exist 
for him. He was totally preoccupied. 

Never in his young life had Darren even dreamed that such things existed. 
The beautiful woman who had sucked his cock to such hard perfection, whose 
pussy had welcomed his cock so hotly, was raving like a demented creature on 
the end of a dog's swollen red prick. Her face was contorted, mask-like. She 
was lost in an incomprehensible world of lustful abandon. 

"Ooooohhh ... fuck me ... fuck me, Whopper!" 

The other couple in the room with Lola got little attention from Darren. But 
the woman's moans too came through into the red room. 

"Oh, Mark darling ... screw me! Screw me!" She was a blonde, voluptuous and 
sensual. Her rounded buttocks rammed back against the man's loins with 
forceful energy. He had to clutch her hips firmly, to keep a good grip on 
her. Obviously both of them were intensely stimulated by the feverish 
churnings of the young brunette. 

"Shit ... look at her go, Elaine! Isn't she something! That big prick must 
be splitting her in half!" 

Ordinarily Jake would have been watching the scene in the next room as 
raptly as was Darren. But the look on the young man's face fascinated him. 
His expression changed slowly from stony shock to amazement to something 
that looked like a cross between excitement and anger. Jake wondered exactly 
what thoughts were going through Darren's mind. He was learning that Darren 
wasn't quite the pansy he had taken him for. Just from the look on the 
scientist's face, Jake could see that it would be a bad idea to interrupt 
him now. One way or another, Darren was aroused. 

For the last few days, all Darren's dreams had centered around the young 
brunette at the Travelers' Rest. He had thought about dating her, about 
taking her for long walks by the ocean. His fantasies had even included one 
day marrying her. She was so beautiful. She had made him feel so good ... 
the way no one else had ever made him feel. 

He watched her breasts bobbling enticingly beneath her torso as she 
undulated her buttocks back against the dog's furry loins. Her waist looked 
so tiny and fragile, just before it flared out into her hips. He could 
imagine circling her there with his hands. But there was nothing fragile 
about her responses to the dog's fucking. She seemed to have the energy of 
ten men, the power of a steam roller. She was a woman in heat, intent on 
getting the fucking of her life. 

"Fuck her, Whopper! Screw the piss out of her!" 

It was obvious from the slur in his voice that the man in there was pretty 
drunk. He was having the time of his life with the two women and the dog. 
His cock was thick and swollen. It glistened with the juices from Elaine's 
cunt as he pulled out of her time after time, only to impale her again. 

His fingernails dug into the woman's smooth flesh as he clutched at her 
hips. He pulled her powerfully back onto his aching cock. She grunted with 
pain-pleasure at every long assault. 

"Shit ... I don't know if I can take any more of this, Elaine! I gotta have 
some of that hot little whore!" 

While the blonde woman whimpered in distress, the man pulled his cock from 
her hungry cunt. He knelt on the bed right in front of Lola. With the tip of 
his slick swollen cock, he traced a lewd circle around her lips. Then he 
grabbed her hair and forced her mouth down onto his rigid cock-shaft. 

"Mmmmmmpphhh ... " 

It seemed to take little effort for the brunette to accommodate herself to 
this new intrusion. She opened her mouth wide, took the man's blood-engorged 
cock inside all the way to the hilt. Her lips nibbled hungrily around the 
turgid shaft. She seemed to enjoy the flavor of Elaine's cunt-juices. She 
licked them greedily from his prick, until the only sheen there was that of 
her own saliva. 

Jake had become entranced for a moment by the lewd goings on next door. Now 
he looked back at Darren, to see how the innocent was taking the sight of 
this wild orgy. He was leaning forward in his chair, his hands clasped 
tightly together. His jaw was set in a determined grimace. The only movement 
was in his eyes that flickered over the activities with fierce attention. 
They glowed with a supernatural glow that awed Jake. The big man was 
beginning to regret his little practical joke. Darren looked like a 
time-bomb about to explode. 

To Darren's amazement, the beautiful brunette was tending to two swollen 
cocks with the same fiendish energy she had devoted to one. He watched her 
tongue protrude to tickle the little slit in the head of the man's cock. Her 
lips swelled out and slid down over the whole shaft. The effect was 
apparently devastating. The man groaned like a wounded animal. 

Dog and man were face to face, laboring over the woman's back. The dog's 
paws clutched Lola's hips only a short distance from where the man's hands 
caressed her back. The two males had unconsciously established a 
synchronized rhythm over the girl. The red tapered prick and the fleshy 
purple shaft drove up into her at precisely the same moment, one into her 
upturned cunt, the other into her mouth. 

Deserted at the height of her arousal, the blonde had been forced to resort 
to her own fingers for satisfaction. She drove her fingers feverishly up 
into her cunt. Her hand gleamed with her free-flowing juices. Her eyes never 
left the kneeling brunette. She seemed to enjoy the depraved dual assault 
the other woman was being subjected to. 

"Do it to her! Fuck her till she can't walk! Oh ... yeah!" Her jaw hung open 
slackly. She was cumming. "Jee-zuzz-z!" 

It wasn't long before the speaker resounded with the sounds of cumming. Lola 
and the man seemed to cum almost simultaneously. Then the dog was rutting 
urgently forward, filling the girl's pussy with his semen. 

Darren rushed from the red room so quickly that Jake didn't have a chance to 
stop him and ask him for the twenty-five dollars. He was about to leave the 
room himself when he heard a commotion over the speakers. 

Darren wasn't gone after all. He had just gone next door. Jake sat down to 
watch. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Darren had opened the door to the blue room so forcefully that it slammed 
hard back against the wall. The noise startled all four of the orgiasts, who 
were still recovering from their ordeal on the bed. Whopper was the first to 
make his exit. He scurried off with his tail between his legs. 

The very idea of scandal made Mark shiver. He scrambled quickly into his 
clothes. With Elaine close behind him, he left the room, carefully shutting 
the door behind him. 

Darren was scarcely aware that they were gone. He stood staring at Lola, as 
though waiting for her to give him some kind of explanation for her 
behavior. 

Lola was thoroughly confused, as well as frightened. Her drink-befuddled 
mind struggled in vain to figure out what Darren was doing in this room at 
this time. It didn't make any sense. 

"Darren?" She uttered his name cautiously. "What are you doing here?" 

"I came to see you." His voice was perfectly calm. So was the purposeful 
manner in which he removed his clothes. But his eyes sparkled with unnatural 
emotions. "Your employer was kind enough to invite me into the adjoining 
room, to watch the action. I've got to tell you, Lola ... that was some 
action ... " 

She smiled weakly. He didn't sound upset, but there was something ... "It's 
just a job, you know. It was really Elaine's trick, but he wanted to watch 
me with ... you know ... " 

He was naked now. He stood next to the bed for a moment, watching her. 

"Yeah ... I know ... I mean, I know and I don't know. I don't know what 
you're doing here, Lola. You're someone special, and you don't even seem to 
know that. Those people don't care about you, Lola. They don't care that 
you're special. They're using you." 

She was fast growing defensive. She realized there was more truth to what he 
was saying than she cared to admit. But what business was it of his anyway? 

"Everybody uses somebody, Darren. That's the way the world works." 

"Do you really believe that, Lola? Is that the way you think it has to be?" 

She hung her head. "All I know is ... that's the way it is. I can't change 
anything. I used to think I could trust people, but I found out really quick 
that I can't. I can only trust myself." 

"You can trust me, Lola. I care." The words were spoken so quietly, so 
firmly that they demanded the girl's attention. She looked up at him. 

At last she found her voice. She was becoming aroused by the nearness of 
him, by the passion of a man who, she knew, was not used to displaying 
passion. "Why did you take off your clothes?" 

"Because I'm going to fuck you, Lola. I'm going to fuck you!" 

Trembling with mixed awe and excitement, she let herself be maneuvered onto 
hands and knees. Her body began to respond once again to memories of all 
that had just happened to her ... and to what was about to happen to her. 

"Oh yes ... I want you, Darren ... " 

His hands caressed the round smooth swells of her buttocks. "Do you want me? 
Do you really want me?" 

"Yes ... oh yes ... I do ... " 

The sight of her, kneeling naked and vulnerable, the very touch of her 
excited him to lust. Though he would not have admitted it to himself, the 
recollection of all that he had just witnessed made the blood flow quicker 
through his veins. This woman still did something very special to him. But 
he had to wipe the slate clean of all the lewdness she had been subjecting 
herself to. Then they could start fresh. 

With unaccustomed boldness, his hands investigated the moist furrow between 
her buttocks. Her puckered asshole, her wet hot cunt-slit, still throbbed 
from the dog's hard pummeling. His finger found the slick little nubbin of 
her clitoris. It began to work around and around the blood-swollen peak, 
until she grunted in excitement. 

"Oooohh ... yessssss ... that feels soooo wonderful!" 

While one hand vibrated her clitoris, the other began to prod at the opening 
to her ass. Her sphincter relaxed under his titillating massage. 

"Mmmmmmm ... uuuuhhh ... " 

One finger delved deep into her ass-hole and began to work its way in and 
out, in and out. 

"Jee-zuz ... no one's ever done anything that nice to me, Darren ... " 

The young, scientist was becoming totally preoccupied by the girl's wanton 
responses. He had never done anything as depraved as finger-fucking a woman 
in the ass before. He had thought that was for perverts, people he knew 
nothing about. After all he had witnessed this evening, he realized there 
was a lot going on in the world that he hadn't even suspected. All his for 
the taking. Rather than worrying about how his caresses would be received, 
he was going to let himself go and do just what turned him on. 

His cock got more and more rigid as his finger worked in and out of Lola's 
clutching sphincter. He could feel her clitoris growing hard as steel under 
his spontaneous fondling. The woman was moaning like a banshee, crying for 
him, wanting him. 

He was ready for her. He was ready to give her a screwing that she would 
never forget. Never. 

Darren figured that Lola owed him something special for all he had suffered 
in the red room. 

He took his hard throbbing prick in his hand and guided the bulbous head 
toward the pucker of her ass. He prodded it gently several times, then, 
without warning, he drove his prick deep into her most private passage. 

"Aaaaaaiiieeee!" 

Lola had been wide open for him, receptive to whatever he wanted to do to 
her. Her sphincter had been too relaxed to stop the urgent entry of his 
palpitating cock. By the time she clenched, he was in her. Filling her. 
Hurting her. 

"Ooooohhh ... noooooo ... you're hurting me! You've got to stop! Please!" 

Darren had not the slightest intention of stopping. His one most secret, 
perverted dream had always been to fuck a woman in the ass. To make her beg 
for more of his unnatural skewering. This seemed the perfect way to pay Lola 
back for his anguish. To brand her with the pain of his passion. 

Slowly but surely, he began to work his swollen prick in and but of her 
tight-clutching anus. While she groaned miserably, he stroked back and 
forth, just short strokes at first, then longer and longer, until he was 
fucking her asshole with the same masterful energy he would have used in her 
pussy. 

The young brunette could scarcely believe what was happening to her. She had 
heard about ass-fucking, but the idea had always seemed too painful to toy 
with. Now here she was, her ass filled with the shy scientist's rigid cock. 
He was punishing her! But why? For what? She owed him nothing! They barely 
knew each other! 

Lola's innocence had protected her so far from the tougher aspects of her 
new work. She had never expected to have to deal with this kind of sadistic 
punishment. For a moment, she considered screaming for help. But something 
stopped her ... the possibility of ridicule, the thought that no one would 
come anyway. Despite her fondness for Jake and Sadie, Lola realized she was 
an employee to them now. Maybe this was part of the job! 

Overwhelmed by the helplessness of her position, Lola began to cry. She had 
been striving so hard lately to keep up the pace of the big city and her new 
environment. But suddenly she was a child again. She wanted Mama and home 
and the protection that went with it. She didn't want to be hurt. She didn't 
want to be used. In particular, she didn't want to be lonely. 

Only gradually did Darren become aware of the brunette's sniffling. He began 
to work his cock a little more gently in and out of her asshole. After all, 
he didn't really want to harm her. He wanted to show her something ... how 
much he cared. 

"Why don't you just relax and enjoy it, Lola? You'll like it! I know you 
will! I'm not using you! I care! I care enough to make you sit up and take 
notice of me, Lola!" 

His words got Lola's attention. Once again, he sounded like the shy, sincere 
young man she had liked so much the other day. A man from another world, but 
someone she could relate to on her own ground. Though they were so different 
in many ways, they were really much alike. 

Lola decided to trust this man. Like a dutiful child, she set about doing 
what he had told her to do. She let her muscles relax. She let his cock work 
in and out of her stretched anus at will. 

Almost imperceptibly at first, a magic began to happen. His cock was 
beginning to feel good in her asshole! It was a new kind of titillation, but 
it was at least as exciting as anything she had ever known before. His prick 
was so thick, so filling! She felt so helpless beneath it! Yet she loved her 
helplessness now! She could trust Darren. He cared. "Ooooohhhh ... God-d-d! 
It feels sooo ni-i-i-ce! Screw my ass, darling! Fuck me!" 

Darren's cock swelled with pride. No one had ever called him darling before. 
No woman had ever trusted him enough to let him do anything this depraved. 
He felt that he and the sexy brunette had formed a kind of bond. They were 
partners in a new decadence. They believed in each other now. They knew each 
other's lowest points; now they could go on to investigate the heights. 

With the woman won over, Darren started to work his cock recklessly in and 
out of her distended asshole. While she squealed with delight, he grunted at 
the hot clutches of her flesh on his hard prick. Her asshole fit him so 
tightly, like a second skin. It seemed to grab and squeeze him with an 
unnatural enthusiasm. 

"Oh Lola! Your ass feels so good, baby! I love fucking you! I love it! 
You're terrific, Lola!" 

"Ooooohhh, darling! Your prick's getting so big in meeeee!" 

Lola trusted this man. She could let go with Darren. Really let go. Her 
orgasm was the most powerful she had ever experienced. 

"Ooooohhh ... Godd-d-d! I'm cumming, darling!" 

Eager to keep up with her, he spilled his hot load deep into her clutching 
asshole. "I'm filling you, Lola! It's good, baby ... good!" 

He crawled up over her and held her tightly in his arms. 

"Now that I've found you the second time, Lola, I'm not going to let go! Do 
you hear me?" His voice was steady and determined. He didn't doubt himself 
any more. Lola had made a man of him. 

"Yes, darling, I hear you!" Lola smiled blissfully. 

Next door, Jake whistled low and left the room. He figured the two lovers 
deserved some privacy. He had completely revamped his opinion of the 
scientist. Darren was a "man's man" if there ever was one. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Lola Leibowitz lay by the pool in the hot afternoon sunshine. She was 
expecting Darren home from work soon. But in the meantime, she had Saxon for 
company. Saxon was a big Airedale that Darren had bought her, for a 
surprise. He was a good companion. Lola had trained him herself. 

She had been with Darren for two months now. She hadn't known what to expect 
when the scientist took her away from the Travelers' Rest. His splendid home 
in Beverly Hills had been beyond her wildest expectations. Darren had told 
her modestly that his father had left him a little money in his will. Enough 
to retire right now, if that had been Darren's way. But Darren loved his 
work. He was gone a great deal of the time. 

That was where Saxon came in. His job was to keep Lola close to home. 

Lola stretched lazily. She was naked. The sun felt wonderfully good. It made 
her whole body tingle with desire. She was hungry for some good loving. 

"Saxon ... come here, darling." 

She parted her legs lewdly and welcomed the big animal to investigate the 
pink folds of her pussy. Saxon extended his tongue and licked wetly up over 
her cunt. 

"Ooooohhh, that's nice!" 

Closing her eyes, she squirmed her ass closer down toward the animal's 
muzzle. Inspired by his first heady taste of pussy, the dog licked again and 
again up over her tender genitals. Her clitoris sprang to pert erection, 
relishing the animal's moist attentions. 

Lola reached down and began to vibrate two fingers on either side of her 
blood-engorged little nubbin. She was excited enough that she came quickly 
to the very brink of climax. Just a little more.... 

Abruptly, the animal's tongue was replaced by something hard and insistent 
prodding at the quivering hole of her pussy. Lola's eyes flew open. Darren 
was kneeling naked over her. He shoved his cock deep into her cunt. 

"Hi, darling." 

"Hi, darling." 

They began to fuck. His swollen cock surged deep into her craving pussy, 
filling her with hot waves of pleasure. She ground her cunt greedily up in 
search of more of his filling cock. Again and again their loins clashed 
until at last she was driven over the top. 

"Aaaaaahhh ... I'm cummmmmmingg-g!" 

He continued to fuck her for several moments longer, but Lola wanted 
something else. She wanted to give. She loved this man. She loved to please 
him with the talented embraces of her lips. That was his favorite. 

When the woman struggled to get out from under him, Darren let himself be 
led. He rolled over onto his back on the air mattress and grunted at the hot 
clasp of her hand caressing his cock. 

"Oooohhh, baby ... you're so nice to come home to!" He smiled and closed his 
eyes as she bent over him and enveloped his prick in her warm welcoming 
mouth. 

She started with just the head of his cock, sucking it and stabbing it with 
unpredictable little prods of her tongue. She investigated every inch of it, 
forcing his cock to grow even larger under her talented ministrations. By 
the abandoned manner in which she sucked him, she let him know how much she 
loved the firm fleshy texture of his prick. She groaned hungrily. 

"I love your cock, Darren darling! Mmmmm, I love it!" 

With sudden urgent passion, she opened her mouth wide and took all his 
throbbing cock-shaft deep into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and 
down, nibbling hungrily at every curve and ridge of his cock. She wanted to 
make him cum in her mouth. She needed a dose of his thick hot semen. 

"Jee-zuz, woman, you sure know how to suck my prick! You're the greatest, 
Lola baby!" 

He reached down and caressed the long soft strands of her hair that cascaded 
over his naked belly. It felt wonderfully sensual to have her hair tickling 
his skin while her mouth made love to his achingly rigid cock. Coming home 
from work was now something that Darren looked forward to. Back in the days 
before Lola, it had been going to work that he had looked forward to most of 
all. 

"Come on, baby! Suck me! Shit, you do it good!" 

The urgent call in his loins became more and more intense. He could feel 
little passion-darts of molten pleasure flowing through him. It wouldn't be 
long now before she would have to drink his hot load of cum. 

"Oh darling! Cum in me! Let me swallow it!" 

Her lewd encouragement snapped the last of the man's resistance. He watched 
her lips pulling on his cock, sucking the cum right out of him. 

Afterwards he lay exhausted on the mat, letting his body revel in the 
euphoria that Lola had brought him. Her hands caressed his body, admiring 
him. 

"You're beautiful, Darren!" she told him. 

He looked up at her. Her eyes were brimming with love. He reached up and 
touched her hair. 

"Lola, you're beautiful too! I want you to marry me. I want us to be 
together always!" 

Lola cried with happiness. She had come just so close to becoming a 
statistic--young girl lost in the low life of the big city--and Darren had 
rescued her. She would love him always for that. She wanted to be his wife. 

She could hardly wait to write Mama and tell her how wrong she had been 
about the perils of her adventure. Look what a fine son-in-law Lola had 
found her! How Lola had found him would remain her and Darren's little 
secret. 


THE END
