Most of us lead two lives-real and fantasy. The housewife images herself leading a life of luxury, surrounded by jewels and furs. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, painting or fishing by a quit lake. The schoolboy dreams of someday having wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies-wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
Is it best to repress our desires and fantasies, or to bring them out in the open and act upon them? Does their repression lead to sickness, or does their fulfillment bring shame? No one has yet been able to answer these questions satisfactorily.
For Lita, the young girl in this book, the prospect of an exciting new life after spending the past eight years in a convent is a thrilling one-one she does not intend to let slip by. But the means by which she sets out to fulfill her secret desires may appear questionable. For Lita, however, the desired results are obtained.
PEEPING MAID-the story of a young girl's quest for an exciting new life, end of her discovery of her real self. A lesson to society. Food for serious thought.
- The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The car rounded the long gravel drive, and Lita, her big tits heaving with her excitement, got her first glimpse of the Barton mansion, a sprawling imitation Spanish castle that seemed to stretch forever into the distance. Lita helplessly gawked, her mouth hanging open. She could hardly believe she'd be working in such a place.
"Some dump, huh?" said Miles, the Barton chauffeur. "Believe me, kid, these people are rolling in bucks."
"I believe you," said Lita.
She had no trouble believing that Foster Barton was rich. What seemed unreal was that she was going to live in his house, even as a maid. She'd never seen such luxury. Miles drove her around back to the service entrance and carried in her two little bags. Lita followed him, a little repulsed by the brute maleness of the Barton chauffeur. Miles had impossibly large shoulders and chest, rock-hard muscles that bulged under his dark blue uniform.
She wondered how it would be to go to bed with a man like Miles. But how could she really know? She'd never been to bed with anybody ... "This here's your room," Miles said, leading her into a pretty ground floor room, light and spacious. "You get squared away, then report to Mrs. Barton."
"Thank you," Lita said grudgingly. She didn't like or trust this man. He'd been looking at her strangely ever since he picked her up at the bus station. She felt like he was a starving man and she was something good to eat.
As if to confirm her suspicions, Miles hung around while she unpacked. He was perhaps forty, his auburn hair receding on top, a rugged man with a broken nose. He was so powerful-looking, he frightened her. Now he was standing too close to her, and she could smell his aggressive male scents.
"Look, honey," he said, grinning at her, "anytime you get lonely, I got my little cabin right out in back. I mean, if you ever get to needing a man-"
Lita whirled on him, anger flashing in her dark eyes. "I don't need a man, and I don't need you," she spat.
"Okay, okay," Miles said, backing off. "But if you change your mind-"
"Get out," said Lita.
He shrugged and left. Lita wondered what it was about him that she didn't like. God knows she was interested enough in men-maybe too interested. She seemed to think about sex all the time. It was like a disease with her, this constant nagging lust. She thought it was a very strange way for a virgin to feel.
Lita found her maid's costume laid out for her on the bed, and she started to change into it. There was a full-length mirror on the closet door, and as she undressed, she watched herself, wondering if she was very attractive to men. After eight years in a convent school, with no men around but an eighty-year-old janitor, she really wasn't sure. Judging from Miles' reaction, however, she must have something men liked.
Lita was twenty-two years old. Her father had been Mexican, her mother Anglo, and she'd grown up in a Latin ghetto of Los Angeles, much to her mother's distress. When Lita was fourteen she started running with a neighborhood gang and got involved with a punk named Luis. That was the last straw for Lita's mother-she packed her daughter off to a convent and left her there for eight years.
"No one's going to call my daughter a dirty Mex," Lita's mother had said. "You're going to be a lady if it kills you."
Now, standing naked before the mirror, Lita smiled grimly. Her parents were dead, and she was free, and she was damned if she was going to be a lady. She wanted to live, to live excitingly, and she doubted that ladies lived that way. Above all, she wanted to resume her sex life where it had been broken off so many years ago. She had a lot of lost time to make up for.
Examining her ripe young body, Lita thought wistfully of those few summer nights with Luis, the hot dizzying caresses, the long sweaty kisses that melted her belly. She would have fucked Luis for sure if her mother hadn't sent her away. She was dying to know what it was like. Well, now she could do any damned thing she pleased. The moment she'd heard of her mother's death, she'd left the convent, taking the first job she could find, as a maid for Foster Barton. It was time to start living.
Lita looked critically at her figure. She was not tall, only five feet four, but everything was in the right place. Her legs were well shaped, her waist tiny and firm, her breasts large and ripe and jutting. She thought perhaps her silky black triangle of cunt fur was a little large, but maybe men wouldn't think so. Her skin was olive and without a flaw.
In spite of her mother's hopes, Lita looked Mexican or at least Latin. She had large dark eyes with thick black lashes, a passionate naturally red mouth, and long thick raven-black hair. Nothing she could do about all that-but she'd heard that some men really went for Latin types. Those girls at the convent weren't as innocent or ignorant as her mother had thought. They talked all the time about men and sex ...
Lita decided she'd better get a move on. She didn't want any talk from her new boss about "lazy Mexicans." She hurried into the little maid's costume-short black dress, white apron, white cap. It was a very tight fit over the tits, and she hoped she wouldn't pop any buttons. She left the room and went hunting for Mrs. Barton.
The place was so big, she feared getting lost, but finally she came upon a huge living room where four people were sitting. They stared at her, and Lita said nervously, "Pardon me, is one of you Mrs. Barton? I'm Lita, the new maid."
One of the people, a tall blonde, moaned softly and said, "Oh, God." The others grinned. "Foster, darling," the blonde went on, "I know what you're thinking, but please don't. I'll handle this."
The blonde stood up. She was a striking woman of about thirty-five, tall and willowy and expensively dressed. "I'm Carol Barton," she said, "and you'll be reporting to me. Let me introduce you to the rest of the family."
Besides Mrs. Barton, there was Poster Barton and his son and daughter. Carol clearly couldn't be their mother-she wasn't old enough. She had to be a second wife.
Foster Barton, the source of all the money, was a handsome tanned man of fifty with thick silver hair. His son Tony, who looked to be around Lita's age, was handsome, too, with thick modishly long brown hair and an easy engaging grin. The daughter, Trish, seemed to be in her late teens, a slender graceful brunette with a deep tan.
The men, father and son, gave Lita that same smiling hungry look that Miles the chauffeur had given her all the way from the bus station ...
"I want you to make the beds and dust the rooms now, Lita," said Carol Barton. "After that, report to me in the study."
"Yes, ma'am," said Lita. She supposed that was what a maid had to say.
She found linens and cleaning equipment in a closet, and she got to work tidying up the enormous luxurious bedrooms of the Barton family. She did the master bedroom first, and just as she was leaving it, she heard people coming down the long carpeted hall. On some impulse, she ducked into an alcove and hid herself. She had a naughty curiosity about what they might do and say when they thought they were alone.
"Don't worry, my darling," said Foster Barton, "I never did go much for Latin types."
"You'd go for anything with two legs and a cunt," said Carol. "I know she won't last. She's just too goddamned attractive. Honestly, Foster, I don't mind if you ball our friends, but you ought to keep your hands off the hired help. They're too hard to find."
Foster chuckled, and he and his wife went into the master bedroom and closed the door. Lita couldn't resist-she hurried to the door, dropped to her knees, and peered through the keyhole. After eight years in a convent, she had an insatiable curiosity about the behavior of normal people. Maybe she could even watch them getting it on ...
Foster and Carol were standing near the huge king size bed, still talking. They were a very attractive couple, Lita thought, trim and fashionably dressed. Carol looked like she might have been a model once, she was so tall and slender, except that her breasts were too big. They poked out saucily under her tight pink jersey.
"Do we really have to go to that damned party?" Foster said.
"Oh, I'd like to, darling," said Carol. "It ought to be fun, a lot of dancing. Of course I know you'd rather stay home and seduce the new maid."
Foster laughed, showing perfect white teeth which, considering his wealth, might even be his own. "All right," he said] "we'll go to the party. And just to show that I'm not interested in the maid-"
He trailed off as he reached out to cup and squeeze his wife s pert thrusting tits, fondling them hotly through her jersey. Carol raised one blonde eyebrow but otherwise showed no expression. Lita realized now that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her saucy little nipples began to harden and poke out under the stretchy material as Foster stimulated them into erection.
"Foster, you horny old goat," she said coolly, "don't you ever get enough? We balled so long last night, I can hardly walk."
Foster chuckled. "I never get enough of you," he said. "Really, my dear, I married you because you're beautiful, but didn't know you were going to be such a fantastic piece of ass."
Carol blushed slightly, and frowned. "Foster, you're vulgar," she said. "How can such a distinguished man use such foul language?"
"Why not?" said Foster. "I don't have to please anybody."
He slipped his hands under her jersey and cupped her tits, hungrily molding and squeezing them. Carol continued to look at him without expression, apparently not too excited by his love-making. Lita couldn't understand it. She could really get off on it if some man did that to her ... She watched avidly through the keyhole, hoping she could watch the Barton's fuck. She wanted so much to know what it was like.
"Foster, we only have an hour before the party," Carol said.
"That's plenty of time for a quickie," said Foster. "Come on, baby, earn your keep."
That remark seemed to galvanize Carol. She stepped back and started to undress. Foster grinned and began to take off his clothes, too ...
Lita licked her lips, growing more excited by the second. There was so much- she had to learn. Twenty-two years old and a virgin, she'd never seen a naked man before, never witnessed the act of sex. This would be her very first chance to find out what it was all about.
There'd been a couple of girls in the convent who weren't virgins, girls whose mothers hadn't caught them in time. They'd gladly shared their experiences with curious friends like Lita, told how much fun it was to ball, but that didn't give Lita a very clear idea of anything. She wanted to find out for herself.
She gave only brief attention to Carol. The second Mrs. Barton was lovely, all right, with ripe firm pink-nippled boobs the size of cantaloupes and a pretty little golden muff. As Carol bent over to take off her panties, Lita could see her pretty rose-colored slit with its delicate fringe of golden curls. She could well understand how Foster would be perpetually horny for his luscious wife.
But she was far more interested in Foster Barton himself. She watched wide-eyed as he undressed, breathlessly eager for her first sight of a naked male body. Foster's chest was hard and tan, lightly furred with silver hairs. For a man of fifty he was in good shape, trim and well-muscled, no sags or flab. He started to lower his pants, and Lita stopped breathing.
Foster stepped out of his trousers, then out of his jockey shorts. From a silvery nest of curls at the base of his belly swung his limp rosy balls and pale soft prick. Lita was so excited, she thought she must be steaming up the keyhole. So THAT was how men looked ...
His balls looked pretty to her, soft rosy sacs with a faint fuzz of silver, wobbling loosely as he moved. His cock interested her even more. She understood that it was limp now, that it had to be hard for fucking. It was a pale blue-veined little sausage, hardly bigger than her thumb, ending in a dull-rose tip, which meant he was circumcised. His creamy-white cock flopped as he moved.
Naked, Foster Barton climbed onto the bed and lay waiting for his wife. Carol finished undressing soon after he did and got onto the bed beside him, still not looking very excited. Lita was enormously excited, however. She would have loved to be in Carol's place. She was getting that strange feeling which plagued her so often, a strong swelling in her pussy, a melting wet sensation ...
"Get me hard, baby," said Foster.
"Jesus," Carol said impatiently, "how can you want me and not even have a cock-stand?"
"I'm not a teenager any more," said Foster. "Come on, Carol, please, you know how I dig it. Go down on me a little ... Haven't I given you everything you want?"
Carol looked at him and sighed. "Yes, Foster," she said grimly, "you have. You've bought me. I was only a movie extra, a nobody, and you made me rich and prominent. I just have to keep reminding myself about what I have to do to pay you back."
"Let me remind you," said Foster, reaching up to fondle her pretty ripe breasts. "You promised to do anything I want in bed, anytime I want it. So get with it, doll."
Carol sighed again, but she clearly wasn't going to argue. She'd sold herself to this fantastically wealthy man who was almost old enough to be her father-and she understood the bargain. She knelt beside Foster's belly and bent low over him. She picked up his limp little prick and started to lick it, her tongue dainty and pink and wet.
"Ahhhhhhh, yes, that's better," Foster sighed.
He let go of her tits and lay back limp and grinning while Carol licked his cock. Leaning heavily against the door, Lita panted with excitement. It looked like wild fun, licking a guy's prick. She'd certainly like to try. She knew for sure she'd be more excited than Carol Barton was ...
Carol grimaced slightly but did as she was told. Bending even lower, she urged Foster's hairy muscled thighs apart, till the spying Lita had a full and exciting view of his crotch. Lita could see the big soft rosy bags of his balls, the small pucker of his asshole-and then Carol's blonde head got in her way.
Carol stuck out her little gleaming pink tongue and began to run it rapidly over her husband's big rosy bags, making a lewd slurping noise. Foster gasped with pleasure, his face contorting into an obscene horny leer. Carol licked his big red balls briskly, thoroughly, while with one hand she fisted and pumped his limp doughy dick.
"That's it, baby, that's it," Foster chanted hoarsely. "Love it ... Get me hard, angel ... Yeah, yeah, you do good work ... "
Lita swayed dizzily before the keyhole as she watched her first act of love-making. She was pleasantly surprised. She'd assumed that Foster would just stick his cock into Carol and fuck her. She hadn't been prepared for all this delicious exciting foreplay. Christ, there must be hundreds of exciting little games people could play in bed ...
Under Carol's brisk expert licking, Foster's bright rosy balls were soon gleaming with spit and swelling up like little balloons. He was moaning softly, grinning. When his balls were taut and throbbing, swollen to their maximum size, Carol tongued her way back through his silver bush and onto his limp cock again.
"Yeah, yeah, doll," he panted, "get me hard ... Take it in your mouth, Carol, please ... Suck my cock ... "
Again Carol grimaced but obeyed. Holding his little pale limp dick on her palm, she quickly licked it from base to head. Then, holding the dull rose head of his cock between her pink-glossed tips, she sucked the milky-white limp prick into her mouth, swiftly engulfing it all the way to his balls.
"AWWWWW," Foster moaned.
He practically rose off the bed in a violent lurch of pleasure. Carol's blonde tousled head bounced up and down over his lap as she swiftly sucked his cock, making a lewd slurping and squishing noise. Foster's tan face flushed deep red with enjoyment, his teeth flashing, his grey eyes rolling wildly.
"That's great, baby, that's great," he whined. "Yeah, suck that meat, honey ... Blow me ... "
Lita felt hot cunt juice soaking into the crotch of her panties. She hadn't expected to get so wildly excited, but Foster Barton and his wife were doing all kinds of wild things she'd never even heard of, things she was dying to try. Those girls at the convent had told her something about fucking, but they'd never mentioned sucking cock or ticking a guy's balls and prick. Obviously there was a lot she had to learn about sex ...
Carol certainly earned her keep, Lita thought. While still loudly and vigorously sucking on Foster's cock, the slim blonde reached down and cupped his swollen red nut sacs and began squeezing them rhythmically, making Foster groan loudly. He lurched again, and his lewd grin widened ...
Just then Lita heard someone coming down the hall. She reddened and ducked back into the alcove. A moment later Tony and Trish Barton, the attractive tanned brother and sister, paused outside the door of the master bedroom. Foster's moans were clearly audible, as was the obscene slurpy noise of Carol's cock-sucking.
Tony chuckled. "I guess we can't ask him about it right now," he said.
"Jesus Christ," Trish exclaimed, "don't they ever quit? You'd think a guy his age couldn't do it that often."
"Yeah, but look at the incentive," Tony chuckled. "A woman like Carol would turn any guy into a sex fiend."
Trish scowled. "That trampy bitch," she said. "She just married him for his money."
"Yeah," laughed Tony, "and he just married her for her box. It's a fair exchange."
That got a laugh from his pouting sister, and the two of them walked off down the hall. As soon as they were gone, Lita hurried from her hiding place and peered through the keyhole again. She cursed the kids for making her lose even a few moments away from the exciting scene in the master bedroom.
Carol was still blowing her husband, her blonde hair flying furiously as she brought her wet mouth up and down, again and again, on the pale pole of his dick. Only now Foster was hard. Christ, was he hard-Lita could hardly believe the transformation. That pale flabby little nub of a prick had become a hard thick six-inch pole of stiff flesh.
Lita stifled a little hoarse moan of excitement. Now THAT was something you could fuck with, that rigid spit-gleaming rod. She tried to imagine how it would feel slipping into her own juicy little cunt-hole, and she moaned again and felt hot pussy juice soaking her panty crotch. Damn, it would have to feel better than her finger ...
Practically all the girls in the convent beat off, except the very few who were sincerely religious and were there to become nuns. Most of the girls, like Lita, were there for reasons of discipline. Parents sent them there to cool their hot blood, keep them out of trouble with boys. It kept them away from boys, all right, but it didn't take away their interest in sex-or their need for it.
Lita grinned as she remembered all the crazy ways they'd invented for bringing themselves off. At night after the nuns had left them alone, they'd lie in their dormitory beds and play with themselves, passing on any good techniques they discovered. Some girls just rubbed their clits, while others, like Lita, used their stiffened fingers in their cunts to imitate a cock.
There was even one girl who somehow acquired a zucchini squash from the cafeteria and used it on herself while Lita and some others watched. She'd said it felt fantastically exciting. Lita had wanted to use the squash, too, but a nun came in and caught them, the girl was howling so loud. So Lita never progressed beyond using her own stiff middle finger in her seemingly insatiable little cunt ...
Well, someday soon, now that she was free, she'd find the right man to introduce her to fucking. Meanwhile she was learning a whole lot from watching Foster Barton and his beautiful blonde wife. She could see Foster's spit-soaked prick zipping in and out of Carol's small pink mouth, stiff and swollen and incredibly thick.
Carol lifted her head with a big sigh, and Foster's wet stiff cock snapped out of her mouth and pointed at the ceiling. The head was purple now, huge and hard and knobby. It had a little mouth like a slit, and big bubbles of juice slopped out of it. Lita stared wide-eyed at her first sight of erect meat. She licked her lips.
"Well, let's get it over with, then," said Carol. "I want to get dressed for the party."
"Darling, you're so romantic," Foster said dryly.
"I'm doing what I promised, aren't I?" Carol snapped. "You didn't say I had to like it."
Foster grinned. "Oh, but you do like it, baby. That much I know."
Carol only frowned at him. He eased her onto her back, her pretty round tits wobbling gently, and then pulled her over to the edge of the bed, till her round little butt touched the edge and her long shapely legs hung over the side. Foster stood on the rug and opened her legs and looked hungrily at her pretty pink slit with its golden fringe of hair. He stood between her legs and touched the big purple head of his cock to the shadowy little mouth of her cunt.
Lita was surprised to see Foster holding his wife like a wheelbarrow. She'd thought there was only one position to fuck in. She certainly was learning a lot today. She watched breathlessly as Foster started easing his grossly swollen cock into Carol's body, the thick blue-veined shaft stretching her dainty pink pussylips grotesquely wide.
"Awwww," Foster moaned, "so damn tight ... "
Carol had stopped frowning. As her husband's thick pale cock slowly stuffed her little cunt, her face softened and flushed, and her eyes fluttered shut. Her pretty body relaxed, and as Foster's silver-thatched balls came to rest against her pussy, she gave a little sigh.
"Yes, you like it," he said hoarsely. "I can feel you creaming around me, Carol. You love to fuck, dammit."
"Shut up," she said weakly, "just do it ... "
Foster laughed and started to ball her. He slammed his thick pale prick briskly in and out of her tiny hole, his balls slapping audibly against her moist pink gash. His butt muscles were clenched tight, his face twisted in a horny leer. Carol moaned louder and louder as he fucked her.
Lita's panties were soaked with her hot sticky cunt juice, and she wished desperately that she could escape to her room and frig herself, but she was already behind with her work. She didn't want to lose this job. She had a feeling there'd be plenty of exciting scenes to spy on in this house. So she knelt, moaning softly and creaming furiously, -.and she watched her new boss balling his wife.
After a few moments Carol's pretty face lost its cool detachment, and she began to pant and lick her lips. Foster's thrusting cock got wet and bright with her cunt juice. At last Carol began to whine shrilly and move her slim hips in time to his fucking. Foster flashed her a triumphant grin.
"You like it," he panted, "admit it, damn you!"
"All right," Carol moaned, "I like it ... Ahhhhhh, God, don't stop ... Fuck me, fuck meeee ... AHHHHHHHH ... "
Her slim body jerked and writhed as she came. Foster balled her furiously till her spasms died down, and then he howled and shot his load into her. At the keyhole Lita gasped in excitement and frustration. So that was how fucking looked ... She wanted desperately to have that wild excitement for herself.
She hurried away to complete her chores, hoping no one would notice her flushed face and glassy eyes. By God, it might be a whole lot of fun working in this house, if today was any example ...
CHAPTER TWO
By the second day of her new job, Lita knew she'd have no trouble learning the routine. There wasn't that much to learn, just a little cleaning and sometimes bringing a meal on a tray to someone too hangover to get up. She could do her work fast and have plenty of time for spying.
Lita fully intended to spy on the Barton's, and she felt no guilt about it, only excitement. After all, it wouldn't hurt the Barton's if they didn't know about it-and she had so much to learn. On the first full day of her job, she kept her eyes and ears open, hoping for another chance to watch people making love.
There was no action from the master and mistress of the house, who'd stayed too late at the party and had to have breakfast in bed. Poor old Foster was so hangover, he didn't even gawk at Lita's tits, and Carol just grumbled when Lita brought their trays. According to the cook, a sour-faced old black lady, the Barton's would hobble out of the sack around late afternoon and start drinking again.
Miles the chauffeur pinched Lita's ass in the hallway, but that hardly aroused her. She glared at him, still not liking and trusting the powerful balding man.
"You keep your hands to yourself, pig," she hissed.
"Jesus," said Miles, "it was just a greeting. Just trying to be friendly."
"Well, greet me some other way," said Lita.
No, it wasn't Miles she wanted to introduce her to sex, though he was obviously willing enough. She'd know when she found the right guy. She was dying to find out all about love-making, but not with just anybody. The man would have to turn her on a whole lot before she'd surrender her virginity to him.
In early afternoon Trish, the lithe brown daughter of Foster Barton, had a visitor, a young man named Willie. They changed into swim suits, and Trish told Lita to bring them drinks at poolside.
When Lita brought the tray of drinks, she couldn't help admiring Trish Barton's body. The girl was tall, graceful and slender, very tan and fit. Her pert apple-size tits nearly swelled out of her skimpy blue bikini top. She had thick lustrous brown hair that fell to her shoulders. It was no wonder that kid, Willie, was gawking hungrily at her.
To Lita, Willie looked like a pimp. He'd come dressed in modish Italian clothes, and now his swimsuit was nothing more than a loincloth. His black hair was thick and greasy-looking, and his little black mustache looked pasted on. He couldn't be more than twenty, but he tried to act old and bored and sophisticated. He was definitely not Lita's kind of guy, but Trish seemed to like him well enough.
"Thank you, my dear," he said when Lita served him a drink.
Trish said nothing, but her bright brown eyes told Lita to get lost. Obviously she wanted to be alone with Willie. That made Lita think there might be some action, so after pretending to return to the house, she hid behind some bushes near the patio. She was only about twenty feet from the pool and had an excellent view of Trish and her boyfriend.
"Your new maid is damned attractive," Willie was saying.
"A little dumpy, don't you think?" Trish said with a scowl.
Willie laughed. "If you mean she has huge knockers, I agree," he said.
"She's too dark," said Trish, whose own deep tan was darker than Lita's naturally olive skin, "too short, and her mouth is too big."
Willie laughed again. "Darling," he said, "I think you're jealous. But don't worry. I came here just to see you."
They were lying side by side on a large beach towel, and Willie leaned over and tried to kiss Trish. She scowled and moved away just in time, so that he ended up kissing the towel.
"Willie, for chrissake," she said, "why don't you give up? You've been trying to get into my pants for a year now. Surely you must have learned I'm not interested."
"Trish," said Willie in a husky horny voice, "oh, Trish, I could make it so good for you. If you'd just let me show you-"
"Forget it, Willie," said Trish. "Let's swim."
She stood up and dived into the pool. Willie looked longingly after her before getting to his feet and joining her. From her spying place behind the bush, Lita felt just as frustrated as he did. Damn that Trish-she was spoiling everyone's fun. Lita had hoped to see some love-making.
Then she had an idea ...
She snatched up her tray and sauntered over to the edge of the pool, swinging her hips, walking so that her full ripe tits bounced enticingly in her tight black maid's costume. She tried to look as seductive as possible, to attract Willie's attention.
She more than succeeded. Willie, poised for a dive on the low board, glanced at her, did a double take, lost his balance, and fell into the water with a huge splash. Trish shrieked as the water hit her in the face, then glared at Lita. Willie surfaced, gawking lustily at the maid.
"What do you want?" Trish snapped at Lita.
"Would madam care for more drinks?" Lita said primly.
"No, dammit, leave us alone," said Trish.
"Yes, ma'am," said Lita, walking away with her saucy little ass twitching, knowing Willie was watching her. She hid again in the bushes and listened eagerly to find out if her little-act had had any effect.
"You can stop staring, Willie," said Trish. "She's gone now."
"Jesus," said Willie, "what a body. What a walk. I bet that girl is dynamite in bed."
Trish climbed out of the pool and shook herself, looking pouting and angry. "I thought you came to see me," she said. "How dare you make an ass of yourself over that little Mexican bitch?"
Willie finally seemed to catch on. Lita saw a mischievous cunning look come over his face. "Hey, baby," he said, "I'm sorry, but I thought you weren't interested in me. I mean, like you're frigid or something-so naturally I was looking for other action."
"Frigid?" Trish said indignantly. "Like hell I'm frigid."
Willie got out of the pool, grinning. As Lita had hoped, he'd figured out how to play on Trish's jealousy. He walked over to the beach towel where she was lying and began drying himself off, trying to look calm and indifferent.
"Trish, dear," he said, "you don't have to lie to me. We're old friends. I dig now that you don't like sex. So I'll just go see what that little maid has in mind and-"
"Willie," Trish said darkly, "take off your suit."
"What?" said Willie, dropping his towel.
"You heard me," said Trish. "Oh, never mind. I'll do it myself."
She rose to her knees beside him and started tugging down his wet skimpy bathing suit. Willie stared down at her, half surprised and half delighted. Lita grinned in her hiding place. As she'd planned, Trish was determined to show Willie she wasn't frigid. At last there was going to be some action.
Trish finally managed to tug the clinging suit down to Willie's feet, and he stepped out of it rather dazedly. He had a small black bush, small limp rosy balls, and a soft little pale prick no bigger than Lita's thumb. His flaccid little dick wagged lewdly with his movements.
"I'll show you I'm not frigid," Trish said determinedly. "You just hold still, Willie. By God, you'll get your proof."
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," Willie replied hoarsely.
He looked down in amazement as the lovely tall brunette slipped her hands between his legs and fondled his soft red balls. With her other hand Trish picked up his doughy little pale prick and let it lie on her palm. She bent over it, and her little pink tongue flashed out. She started licking Willie's cock from base to head in small quick lapping motions.
"Oh, Jesus," Willie moaned.
Lita was moaning, too, more softly. Those girls in the convent, the ones who'd fucked, certainly hadn't told her about all these delicious refinements of love-making. People just didn't jump on each other and ball, she was learning. There were all kinds of exciting things you could do first-like licking a guy's cock and playing with his balls. The idea turned her on powerfully.
It had the same effect on Willie. As Trish loudly and rapidly licked his pale little peter and massaged his small limp nut sacs, he grew flushed with excitement and swayed dizzily. A horny triumphant grin came over his face. If he'd been trying to seduce Trish Barton for a whole year, this must indeed be a moment of triumph for him.
"Are you getting off on this, Willie?" Trish said huskily.
"Oh, Christ, yes," Willie sighed.
"Well, it's just for openers," Trish purred. "I can beat that Mexican bitch any day of the year, darling. And I'll prove it to you."
"You just go right ahead," Willie said blissfully.
Trish bent even lower, nosing into his crotch, urging his legs apart. Willie cooperated instantly, standing straddle-legged, and her glossy brown head dipped between his muscular thighs. Again her pink tongue flashed out wickedly and skittered over his flaccid rosy balls. She licked and lapped, making his soft nut sacs fly and flop, drenching them with her spit.
"Awwwww, baby," Willie whined.
His tight little ass clenched, his eyes rolled crazily, and then Lita could see him getting hard. His cock and balls were responding to Trish's loud greedy tonguing. His flaccid nuts suddenly swelled up tight and round. His pitiful little limp dick lurched and twitched, then started swelling up and stiffening. The doughy useless organ became a stiff five-inch rod, skinny but hugely rigid. The head of his cock went purple with engorgement.
"Would you like me to suck your cock, Willie, darling?" said Trish.
"Frankly, my dear, I would love it," said Willie dizzily.
Willie lay down on his back on the big fluffy towel, and Trish knelt beside him grinning wickedly, admiring the results of her work so far. His pale skinny prick was standing straight up, pointing at the hot cloudless sky, weeping a big tear of juice. Trish dived for it, lapping up the creamy bubble and swallowing it. Willie flinched, then moaned.
"Oh, baby," he said hoarsely, "blow me a little, okay?"
"In just a second, dear," Trish said teasingly. "I thought I'd take my suit off first."
"Oh, yes, do," said Willie, gawking eagerly at her.
With tantalizing slowness Trish Barton reached around and untied the tiny top of her bikini and drew it off. She had the prettiest tits Lita had ever seen, perfect little globes, slightly uptilted, with tiny brown nipples. Her breasts were tan like the rest of her-and Lita wondered where she did her nude sunbathing.
"Oh, God," said Willie.
He appreciated her lovely round tits as much as Lita did. He reached out and cupped them gently, almost reverently. He stroked the silky mounds tenderly, moaning, and his stiff skinny prick wept another big glistening glob of juice. Trish tolerated his tit-fondling for a moment, then pushed his hands away.
She started inching down her skimpy bikini panties, and both Lita and Willie watched wide-eyed. For a moment Lita was wondering if she had any pubic hair at all, but finally Trish uncovered the smallest most dainty bush Lita had ever seen, a cute little puff of glossy brown fur. She stood up to kick away her bikini bottoms, and Lita had a brief glimpse of her pretty narrow pink slit.
Willie was moaning incoherently by now, reaching for Trish as she knelt beside him again-but Trish frowned and pushed his hands away.
"Be patient, Willie, darling," she said. "I want to prove to you I'm not frigid."
"I believe it," Willie babbled. "Let's ball."
Trish's frown deepened. "Willis," she said sternly, "you're not being a gentleman. You'll either do it my way or not at all. Now, are you going to behave?"
Willie moaned loudly, "Yes, Trish, whatever you say."
"That's better," said Trish Barton.
While Willie gawked hungrily at her superb lithe naked body, Trish knelt beside him and ran her small fingers teasingly up and down his rigid pale prick. He whimpered and trembled. After a few moments of this teasing, she bent lower over him and applied the little wet tip of her tongue to his drooling purple cock-head. She lapped around and around the dribbling knobby head, and Willie groaned hoarsely.
"Please, baby, please," he panted, "I want you so bad ... "
"Behave, Willie," she said sternly. "Before we ball, I want to eat your cock."
"Yes, dear," he sighed.
Lita had an excellent view of Trish's pretty pink gash as the girl knelt low over Willie. Although her pussy was dainty and delicate, Trish was obviously no virgin-her shadowed cunt mouth was open and mobile, creaming and gasping. Trish was aroused and eager, but she was also a tease, an expert at tantalizing men.
"Now I'm going to suck your cock," she said primly, "but I don't want you to come in my mouth. I don't like that. Do you understand, Willie?"
He replied with a loud anguished moan, obviously fighting down the impulse to come right in her face. Trish fastened her little pink mouth around the slippery dark red head of his cock and slowly sucked it inside. Willie gave a sustained moan and arched his body stiffly upward, pushing his eager dick into the hot wet pulp of her mouth. He gritted his teeth fighting not to come.
Trish started blowing him, her brown hair flying as she bobbed up and down, sucking Willie's cock swiftly and loudly.
Lita felt her panties going soaked with eager cunt juice, and she knew just how poor Willie must feel. Personally she was so horny she could have come if she sneezed. She would have loved to change places with Trish, to see what it was like to suck a guy's prick and taste his juice. God, if only there were some way she could beat off ...
Lita looked around quickly. There was no way anyone could see her behind that bush. She could take the chance ... Quickly she slipped her hand under her short skirt and down inside her panties, feeling the thick silky hairs of her muff. She wriggled a finger inside the furry lips and touched the tiny red-hot button of her-clit.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned softly.
It always felt so great to touch herself there when she was aroused. She began to frig herself, rubbing her fingertip fast and stiff over the moist slick nub of her clit. Melting hot pleasure ripped through her belly. It was a terrific turn-on to play with herself while she watched others make love.
Willie looked about ready to explode with the effort not to come. His eyes bulged, his jaw was clamped shut, and he was shaking all over as Trish loudly and juicily sucked on Ms swollen prick. She sucked him fast and hard, making a lewd slurpy noise that Lita could hear even twenty feet away.
Lita thought it was rather cruel of Trish to tease the kid like that.
"Baby, baby," Willie moaned, "gonna come ... Can't hold out ... Oh, Jesus, let me come in your mouth, Trish ... "
Trish immediately jerked her head away, letting Willie's rock-hard spit-soaked cock snap from her lips to point lewdly at the sky. Willie whined with frustration, his engorged dick weeping a steady stream of thick steamy juice. Trish yawned elaborately and lay back on the towel, not touching him again.
"Oh, my God, my God," Willie panted.
Yes, Trish Barton was not a very nice young lady, Lita decided. She'd teased ^he poor kid into nearly coming, then abandoned him. There was a word for it-cockteaser? Lita couldn't remember. She only knew she'd never leave a guy high and dry like that. It was cruel. Poor Willie looked ready to cry with frustration.
"Is-is that all?" he said weakly, looking at Trish.
She yawned again. "Willie, dear," she said mildly, "do you eat pussy?"
He stared at her. Trish looked at him almost without expression, as if she could care less what he did, but she slowly parted her long tan pretty legs, and Willie's feverish eyes locked onto the lovely gleaming narrow line of her slit, Trish continued to move her legs apart until her pretty moist gash was lewdly exposed.
"Trish," Willie moaned, "oh, Trish ... "
He got tremblingly onto his knees and crawled between her legs, his stiff pale prick dripping juice. Lita could tell that he wanted desperately to mount the girl, stuff his ready cock into her, but he had learned to do what Trish wanted. Already he was pussywhipped. He sighed longingly as he gazed at the small moist mouth of her cunt, but he didn't attempt to fuck her. Instead he lowered his head into her crotch.
Lita heard a loud wet slurping noise-and she saw a remarkable transformation coming over Trish Barton. The cool expressionless girl suddenly arched her belly upward, meeting Willie's busy mouth and tongue, and she broke into a lewd grin. Her brown eyes fluttered and rolled. As Willie's dark head bounced briskly up and down in her crotch, Trish broke into a low husky moan.
"Ohhhhhh, that's nice, Willie," she crooned, "very nice ... Yes, darling, lick my pussy ... Lick it all over ..,"
Willie was doing just that. Lita could see his wet red tongue racing hungrily up and down the full length of Trish's crotch, from the dainty pucker of her asshole to the bright red button of her clit. Lita gasped and stifled a moan of longing. She'd never heard of this practice, either, but it looked like incredible fun.
She tried to imagine how it would feel to have a man licking her there between her legs, licking and tonguing her most sensitive parts. The idea was so exciting, she creamed hotly all over her hand. She kept rubbing her aroused stiff clit, close to bringing herself off, and she watched Willie loudly sucking Trish's pussy. Oh, God, what she wouldn't give to have some guy do that to HER ...
"Oooooo," Trish wailed, "yesssss ... Dammit, Willie, I never dreamed you'd eat pussy so good ... Oh, God, YES ... Lick my cunt, baby, lick my cunt ... "
Willie was forcing his thick red tongue right up into Trish's juicy little box. The girl wailed and writhed with pleasure-and Lita could well understand why. She knew it would feel incredibly good, much better than her finger, to have some man's thick hot tongue deep in her twat. She frigged her horny little clit faster and faster, very close to coming.
Then she heard someone behind her. She held absolutely still. The patio door was sliding open softly. Willie and Trish didn't hear it. Any possible noise was drowned out by Trish's hoarse moaning and Willie's loud juicy slurping as he worked his tongue deep in her hot little cunt.
"My God," said Carol Barton, "that looks like fun."
"Sssshhhhh," said Foster. "Let's not spoil it for them." He chuckled softly, "Looks like ol' Willie scored at-last. How long has he been after her?"
"A little over a year," said Carol. "I'm glad to see his patience rewarded. But I wish they'd find a less public place to do it. My God, Foster, what would the neighbors think?"
"Oh, they already think we're a bunch of sex fiends," Foster said lazily. "Come on, let's split before the kids notice us."
The patio door slid shut, and Lita breathed again. She agreed with the neighbors-this family DID seem a little sex-crazy. She wondered about Foster Barton, standing there calmly while he watched a boy go down on his unmarried daughter. Wouldn't most fathers be a little upset about a thing like that?
Well, it wasn't her problem. She just wanted to watch the exciting scene by the pool and bring herself off. Willie was licking and sucking Irish's soaked pink pussy faster and louder than ever, and Irish's pretty tan face was screwed into a grimace of lust. The girl moaned steadily, holding her long coltish legs wide open, obviously enjoying intense pleasure.
"Ahhhhh, God, Willie," she whined, "yeah, yeah, stick your tongue in my ass ..."
Lita's face flamed. Would a person actually do THAT? She looked, and sure enough, the excited boy was wriggling his wet red tongue right into Trish's clenched brownie. Lita watched wide-eyed as his tongue snaked clear to the root in the girl's small asshole. Trish wailed shrilly and creamed all over his face.
"Enough," she gasped, "that's enough, Willie ... I'm gonna faint ... Take it out ... Ohhhhh, God ... "
Reluctantly Willie raised his flushed cream-soaked face from Trish's pretty gash, wiping his face with the back of his hand. His poor cock was as stiff as ever, drooling a steady stream of juice. He looked at Trish's gasping little cunt mouth with moody longing. Trish moaned and went limp, catching her breath.
"T-Trish," said Willie shakily, "Trish ... ?"
"Yes, Willie?" she said coolly. "What do you want?"
Don't tease him NOW, you little bitch, thought Lita.
"I-I wanta ball you, Trish," Willie begged. "Oh, please, Trish, I want it so bad ... "
Lita decided that if Trish didn't put out for him, after all that hot enticement, she'd leap from her hiding place and punch the brat in the mouth. Trish looked lazily up at Willie for a long moment. Then, to Lita's relief and Willie's delight, she parted her long legs again, exposing her soaked pink gash.
"All right, Willie," she said, "ball me. I guess you've earned it,"
Willie threw himself on her with a lusty howl, He scrambled between her legs, butt wriggling, stiff pale cock poking around frantically. In a moment he hit the target, sinking his rigid skinny dick in the pulpy wet sheath of her cunt. He moaned hoarsely. His tight ass began to work, pumping furiously.
"Awwwww," he wailed, "awwww, God ... "
Trish looked a little contemptuous of his boyish excitement, but in a moment she was enjoying it, too. She grinned and threw her long legs up around Willie's writhing ass, digging his cock deep into her. She pumped her slim hips in time to his frantic strokes. Her brown eyes went glazed and lusty.
"Ball me, Willie," she panted, "bail me hard, you cute little bastard, ... Harder, dammit, HARDER ... "
Willie obeyed, fucking her so fast and rough that their flat young bellies smacked loudly together. Trish moaned with pleasure. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around Willie's jerking ass. Willie whined and whimpered as he dug his eager hard cock in the delicious tight hot sheath of her cunt.
It was too much for Lita. She rubbed her soaked clit furiously, and in a second she was coming, clenching her teeth to stifle her moans of pleasure. For a moment she was blinded with it, and when she looked up again, Trish was coming, too, slamming her wanton pussy hard and fast around Willie's jerking prick. The girl wailed incoherently. Then she pushed Willie away. The surprised kid fell backwards, just in the act of coming, his cock shooting a thick spray of jism into the air. He looked bewilderedly at Trish, who was already putting on her clothes.
"I said you could ball me," she told him coolly. "I didn't say you could come in me."
Lita shrugged. Trish was welcome to her weird games, but Lita didn't see the fun in them. Personally she was ready for a plain old-fashioned fuck. Yes, the time had definitely come. After watching Trish's wild pleasure, she knew she wanted to try it for herself, to give up her virginity at last.
All she had to do was find the right man ...
CHAPTER THREE
Lita was kept busy all the next day cleaning the big house. After she'd served dinner she strolled out behind the house for some fresh air. There'd been nothing to spy on today, no exciting action. She was wishing something would happen. She didn't know just how soon her wish was going to be granted.
The Barton's back yard was more like a private forest. Lita walked among the trees, stretching her cramped muscles, wondering just how rich Foster Barton was. He must have millions of bucks, she thought, to afford a place like this. There was even a tennis court and a private golf course.
Suddenly she found her path blocked by the huge-shouldered figure of Miles the chauffeur.
"Well, good evening, little lady," he said, leering, at her. "You finally got out of the house, I see."
"I was just on my way back," Lita said quickly. "I have work to do."
"It can wait," said Miles. He didn't get out of her way. "Let's you and me take a little walk into those trees over there."
Lita felt panic and anger.-She knew what Miles wanted-his small eyes were rooted to her big ripe thrusting breasts. But it wasn't what she wanted, at least not with this man. Though lust plagued her much of her waking moments and sometimes even in her dreams, the powerful chauffeur was not the man she wanted to satisfy it with.
"I've got to get back, Miles," she said, turning and starting back the way she'd come.
She heard a low growl, and then Miles was coming after her, taking big strides, breathing hard. Lita stepped up her pace, but not in time. She felt his huge hand closing around her wrist, and then he spun her around to face him. He was so close, she could feel the radiating heat of his huge body.
"I'm through pussyfooting around with you, baby," he said. "The moment I met you, I wanted to ball you. I'm not gonna wait any longer." Lita screamed, but she was so far from the house, she doubted anyone could have heard her. Miles gathered her effortlessly into his arms and carried her into the nearest grove, of trees. Lita wept and kicked and clawed, but it was a fruitless effort. The man was so much bigger than her, so much stronger.
"Please," she said, "I'm a virgin."
Miles laughed harshly. "Don't give me that bullshit," he said. "I know you Mex women start gettin' it on when you're just little kids. I ain't gonna do anything to you that hasn't been done before."
Lita fought down her rage. She'd been accused all her life of being a loose woman, just because of her ancestry. No one would believe she was really a virgin. But she was, and she was terrified of losing it to this brute animal. As Miles set her down on the soft grass, she kicked him hard in the knee and started to run.
"Come back here, you little bitch," Miles bellowed.
She didn't get far. He had only to extend one long powerful arm and seize her by the ankle. Lita went sprawling onto her face, her short skirt flying up over her panties. Miles' breathing was very loud now. As she struggled desperately to pull her ankle from his hard grip, she could hear him crawling up behind her.
"I don't understand you," he panted. "You must be really hot for it, after all those years in the convent. I could give you a real good time, baby. Come on, knock off the act. Be nice to Miles."
"I'd rather fuck a pig," Lita sobbed.
She couldn't jerk her ankle loose from his grip. She felt his hot moist breath as he stared at the small rounds of her pretty little ass. Then his big sweaty hand was on her, tugging at her panties. She wailed in terror and tried to crawl away, but it only assisted him as he pulled her panties down to her knees.
"Oh, Jesus," he said, "you got a beautiful gash, baby. Everything about you is beautiful."
Lita blushed hotly. She knew he was staring at her naked pussy, and there was nothing she could do to cover herself. No man had ever looked at her there before. My God, she could feel him breathing right on her exposed slit.
Miles found himself paralyzed for a moment with lust and admiration. Maybe the chick was a virgin, after all. He'd never seen such a dainty little pussy. It was just a thin scarlet line of delicately moist flesh, with a fringe of glossy black curls. Her cunt mouth was so tiny, he could hardly make it out. But virgin or not, he wanted her. He'd been wanting her for days.
Lita heard him unzipping his fly, and that noise gave her the strength and courage to try one more escape. She jerked violently and managed to wrench her ankle out of his pig paw. She started to get to her feet, and then Miles hit her a glancing blow on the head. She was stunned for a moment, rolling over onto her back. When her vision cleared, Miles was crouching over her, his hot breath fanning her face.
"Oh, baby," he said mournfully, "why don't you cooperate? You're such a little lady, I don't wanta hurt you. It's just a simple little fuck, that's all. You'll dig it."
"No, I won't," Lita said hotly, "not with you. You better let me go, Miles, or I'll tell Mr. Barton."
"No, you won't," Miles said, his voice husky and crooning, "not after I ball you, baby. You'll like it so much, you'll be begging for more. You just relax and let me show you ... "
He sat on her belly, just hard enough to pin her down, and with his big callused hands he started to unbutton the front of her dress. Lita sobbed and begged him to let her go, but his big brute face was intent on her thrusting tits, closed to all her pleas. He got her dress open and reached around her to unhook her bra.
"I been wondering if those gorgeous jugs are for real," he said. "Now I'm gonna find out."
Lita didn't know what else to say. Words didn't move him. All she could do was wait for the right moment to escape. She might have to kick him in the balls, which she hated to do to any man, but if necessary she'd do it to save herself from this animal. She lay back limp, shuddering as he drew off her bra.
"Holy Christ," he whispered.
Lita's breasts, free of the bra, stood straight up even when she lay on her back. They were large breasts for such a small woman, each one big enough to fill Miles' enormous hands. Her light brown nipples were large, too, cone-shaped and silky soft. Miles moaned longingly as he started to fondle her tits. Lita prepared herself for pain, but he was surprisingly tender.
"You got the most beautiful tits I ever saw," Miles told her, "and I've seen quite a few in my time."
His huge sweaty hands closed over her tender ripe tits, and Lita gasped. No man had ever seen her breasts before, no man had touched them, and she was astonished at how good it felt. His eager fondling set off nerve endings that seemed to reach right to her pussy. As he gently but hungrily squeezed her soft breasts, she felt her cunt getting warm and moist.
In spite of her loathing for the man, she felt her nipples quickly going erect and rigid against his palms, stimulated by his exciting touch. Yes, it was very pleasant to have a man play with her tits-but she wished it was someone else besides Miles. She wanted a handsome young guy, not this balding brute.
"Please let me go," she whined, "please ... I don't want to do it with you, Miles. I want to save it for when I marry."
That was a lie, but she hoped it would work.
Miles looked guilty for just a moment, then grinned cynically.
"Sorry, honey," he said, "but I just can't stand to let you go. Blame your employers. There's all this great pussy around here-Mrs. Barton and that brat Irish-and they won't even give me the time of day. I get all worked up, you know? I can't help myself. I gotta have it ... "
He was through playing with her breasts. They were swollen up now from his touch, the nipples erect and saucy, but Miles was interested in other parts of her curvy little body. He moved downward, sitting on her legs, and pushed her skirt up. With her panties down around her ankles, she was exposed to him, forced to endure his horny leer as he saw her lush black pubic triangle.
He ran his hand over her silky muff. "Nice little bush," he said, "and I bet there's even nicer stuff behind it."
Lita was getting very nervous. It didn't look like she was going to get a chance to kick him, to escape. She whimpered and squirmed, but Miles' superior weight kept her securely pinned down. He reached back and pulled her panties off over her feet.
"Let's just have a look at that little pussy," he said hoarsely.
"Oh, nooo," Lita whined.
He could move her around like she was a limp doll. To her horror he seized her legs, forcing them back till her bent knees touched her swollen tits, exposing her lewdly. He was gawking at her naked pussy, and there was nothing she could do about it. She blushed with shame.
Miles smacked his lips loudly, lewdly, "That looks real tasty," he chuckled, "real tasty ... "
Then suddenly he was diving for her crotch. Lita felt his hot sweaty face against her tender inner thighs, his fiery moist breath on her naked gash. She whined in terror-then suddenly gasped. A breathtaking jolt of pleasure ripped through her body as Miles' big rough wet tongue began tickling back and forth over her crotch.
She lay absolutely still, realizing that a man was eating her pussy, going down on her, for the first time. In spite of her repulsion for the burly chauffeur, she felt hot excitement. All right, she would let him have his way for a few moments, just to see how it felt to have her pussy licked. She relaxed and let her legs fall open. She felt his tongue tickling the little wrinkle of her asshole, then lapping wetly over her swollen pussylips and onto the small hot button of her clit.
It felt so good, she could hardly suppress squeals of pleasure. Nothing in her life had felt so good as his lewd loud licking of her horny little snatch. She felt her cunt starting to cream, and she couldn't stop it. The hot sticky juice leaked out onto his flushed face, and she knew he could feel it, too.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he panted, "dig it ... I feel that cream ... You just relax. Miles will make you want it ... "
She knew she didn't want to be fucked by him, but she certainly didn't mind him eating her pussy. She lay there in a gurgling daze of pleasure as his big expert tongue lapped and tickled from her tiny wrinkled asshole up to the sensitive little nub of her clit. He finally tickled down to the gushing mouth of her virgin cunt and started, to ease his tongue inside her.
"Ohhhhhhh," Lita moaned.
She couldn't help it. Wild hot pleasure melted her whole body as the chauffeur eased his big thick tongue slowly up her creamy tight box. She wanted the hot slippery organ all the way inside her, ached for it, but Miles had penetrated her only about an inch when he stopped and raised his head. His cream-soaked face was surprised.
"Christ," he said, "you ARE a virgin. I can feel it."
"I told you so," Lita said tearfully.
"Well, that's too bad," said Miles, "but I can take care of it. I can break right through that hymen, no matter how tough. Just look what I got to work with."
Crouching above her, he unzipped his fly. Lita couldn't help gawking. She hadn't seen very many cocks in her life, and none until yesterday. She was still wildly curious about the male body. Miles gingerly drew out his prick and her dark eyes widened.
His cock was huge. She hadn't dreamed cocks could be that big. It was nine inches of enormously thick hard meat, almost as big around as her wrist. The shaft was wormy-pale with big blue veins standing out, and the head was huge and knobby and purple. To Lita's horrified eyes, that giant cock-head looked as big as her fist.
"Oh, noooo," she gasped, "NO ... "
She couldn't take that monstrous cock in her tiny virgin cunt. It would split her in half. Terrified, she began to struggle, still unable to take her eyes off Miles' gigantic thick prick. No way in the world could she get balled with that donkey dick and not feel horrible pain.
"Hey, steady," said Miles, trying to make his raspy voice soothing. "Sure, it's gonna hurt, baby, but it always hurts a girl the first time. After a few fucks, you'll be all broke in, and then you'll really dig a cock this big. Come on, now, relax ... "
"Relax?" Lita laughed bitterly. "Are you kidding? Let me go, Miles. You'll kill me with that thing. I'm telling you-let me go!"
Instead he forced his big hard knees between her legs and started prying her thighs open. Lita fought with all her strength to keep her legs closed to him, but it was a losing battle. The man had the power of an ox. Slowly, panting and grunting, he managed to get her legs open. He sank down between her thighs, moaning in his excitement. She felt the huge hard head of his cock ramming her tender pussy, seeking her cunt.
"No," she screamed, "NOOOOOOO ... "
Someone came running into the clearing. Miles' big balding head snapped up, and he growled. Lita twisted her head and saw Tony Barton, Foster's son, standing there staring at them. He was wearing swim trunks, and next to Miles he looked thin and frail. But he was in good shape, hard and muscled, and Lita hoped he might be able to hold his own against the brutish chauffeur.
"Help me," she said, "oh, please ... He's raping me."
Tony scowled. "Get off her, Miles," he said. "If she was willing, I'd leave you alone-but the lady says no."
Miles rose quickly, zipping his fly, his face red with fury. "Look, you rich brat," he snarled. "what I do after work is my own business. We'll fight it out, and then I'm gonna have this broad. Or you can save yourself some grief and just go away."
Lita was worried. Tony Barton was a strong young man but just average in size. Miles was a giant. But Tony didn't look too concerned. As Miles approached him clenching his fists, Tony suddenly produced a gleaming switchblade. Miles stopped still, staring at it.
"This will make the contest a little more even," said Tony. "You can leave her along, Miles, or I can slit you right up the belly. Take your choice, I know how to use this thing."
His voice was calm-and Miles was convinced.
"Fuck you," he spat. "I'll get even for this someday, Barton."
Tony laughed "Why don't you go into town and pick up a hooker, Miles?" he said. "That'd improve your disposition."
Miles snarled and stalked off through the trees. Lita pulled down her skirt and buttoned the top of her dress, blushing hotly. She hoped Tony Barton hadn't-seen her nakedness. She sat up dizzily, and he came over and knelt beside her.
"Oh, thank God you showed up," she said shakily. "Thank you so much, Mr. Barton."
He grinned. "Call me Tony," he said. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, I think so," said Lita. "He hit me once, but it doesn't hurt now."
She looked at Tony Barton and realized, with a rush of excitement, how really attractive he was. If any man were to introduce her to sex, she wanted it to be someone like him-young and clean and handsome. But he was the boss' son and probably didn't stoop to making it with the maid. Probably all those stories about the young master seducing the maidservants were just that, fiction.
"Quit looking at me like I was Superman," Tony laughed. "I'm no hero. As a matter of fact, I've been standing here for some time. That's how I had the knife. When it started to look rough, I ran back to the house and got it."
Lita blushed hotly. "You-you watched?" she said.
"Yeah, it was kind of a turn-on," Tony said lazily, "especially when he went down on you and you started to dig it. But when I saw you really didn't want to ball him, I decided to break it up."
Lita felt hot anger for a moment at the notion that he'd spied on them, watched her intimate moments-until she realized that she was just as guilty as he was. She, too, liked to spy. She lowered her eyes, sighed, and started to get to her feet.
"I better get back to the house," she said. "They may need me."
"Don't go," said Tony, putting a hand on her arm. "Let them get off their butts and make their own drinks. I'm curious about you, Lita. Is it true what you told Miles-that you're a virgin?"
Lita blushed and nodded. "My mother put me in a convent when I was fourteen," she said. "I didn't have a chance not to be a virgin."
Tony chuckled softly. Almost without her noticing it, he was easing her back onto the grass, onto her back. His voice was getting husky, his eyes bright. And he had such an attractive smile ...
"I've always wanted to make it with a virgin," he said, "but I never got the chance ..."
He leaned over her and kissed her, his slick hot tongue snaking hungrily into her mouth-and Lita's whole body melted with lusty excitement. She felt dizzy with it, close to losing all control. She found herself returning his kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. It was decision time. Was this the man she wanted to take her virginity? She decided it was ...
"Oh, baby," Tony crooned, "you're beautiful ... I got a hard-on that first day, when you walked into the living room. I've been wanting to get you alone."
Lita couldn't say anything. She was too nervous. She'd decided definitely to have her first fuck with Tony Barton, but she didn't even know how to proceed or what to say. She only smiled weakly at him. Tony returned her smile and started to slip her dress down off her shoulders.
"We don't want to get your uniform wrinkled," he said.
Lita felt paralyzed with horny need. She just lay there and let him strip her naked. When she was undressed, he admired her body with hot lusty eyes while he quickly skinned out of his swimsuit. She gawked helplessly at his cock-and breathed a sigh of relief. It was erect and big, six inches of thick pale meat, but not the monster cock of Miles the chauffeur. This one she could handle, she thought.
Tony saw her looking at his stiff pale dick, and he chuckled. "Don't be nervous, honey," he said. "We'll take it slow and easy. I won't hurt you if I can help it. Christ, I saw the dick on Miles-no wonder you were scared. That bastard is hung like an elephant."
His crude talk wasn't very romantic, but Lita was rapidly moving beyond romance and into hot lust. As Tony lay down beside her and embraced her, she moaned with excitement. His hard young body felt good against her, and her pussy creamed hotly as she felt his hard stiff cock pressing against her thigh.
"Yeah, we'll take it real easy," he said huskily. "I noticed you really got off when Miles ate your pussy. That was the only thing you really liked. So I'll give you a little more of that."
Lita trembled with excitement. She would have liked to touch his cock, explore it, maybe even taste it, but today she would let Tony call the shots. He pushed at her legs, and she opened them for him willingly. He grinned at her, and then his glossy brown head was nosing into her crotch.
"Ohhhhhh," Lita gasped.
He began to tongue her pussy just like Miles had done, only this time she wasn't frightened. This time she meant to go all the way, so she could relax completely and dig it. She let her thighs fall open lewdly wide, giving him plenty of room to work. She felt his slick scalding tongue lapping from her bumhole to her clit, and this time she didn't stifle her excited squeals and moans.
Tony tickled the tender clenched mouth of her asshole, then snaked his slick tongue into the steamy folds of her pussylips, teasing her by thrusting into her cunt and quickly withdrawing. He tickled farther up till he was lashing the tiny red nub of her clit, the most sensitive organ of her body. Lita almost fainted with pleasure.
"Ohhhhhh, God," she moaned, "that feels so good ... "
She heard his muffled laugh, and then he pressed his lips to her scalding moist clit and began to suck it. Lita shrieked with pleasure. Nothing in her life had felt so fantastically good as Tony Barton's slick expert tongue and smooth firm lips lashing and sucking her horny little joy button.
"Ahhhhhh," she wailed, "ahhhhhh ..."
He kept it up till she was creaming helplessly, furiously, all over his face, till her small curvy body shook uncontrollably. She clawed the grass, whining and wailing, very close to coming. But just as she was on the very edge of climax, Tony sat up, wiping her glistening cream from his face, grinning.
"I think you're ready now," he said.
He didn't ask her permission. He didn't question the fact that she'd resist the chauffeur but give in to the heir to the Barton money. He just took it for granted that the Mexican maid would gladly give her virginity to him. It made Lita a little angry, but she was too violently horny by now to care. She was twenty-two years old and long overdue for her first fuck.
Tony knelt between her legs, his pale stiff prick pointed at her steamy little cunt mouth. He slipped his hands under her soft round butt and raised her a little, getting her into perfect position. Lita was trembling uncontrollably, dizzily excited to know how it was going to feel. Tony grinned nonchalantly. He was young, no older than she was, but he was obviously experienced with women.
"Steady, baby, steady," he said.
He pressed the hard hot head of his erect dick into the wet little mouth of her cunt. Lita stopped breathing. She felt his thick silky meat gliding slowly into her, giving her exquisite pleasure till he stopped short, thwarted by her thick hymen. He grunted and pushed but got nowhere. Lita felt little jabs of pain.
"Gotta bust through that thing," he panted. "Hang on-it'll only hurt for a minute."
He lunged forward with brutal force, and Lita screamed with intense pain as his hard young cock tore through her hymen. She felt the rock-hard thick meat slicing into her, butting her womb. Her virginity was gone-but it had hurt terribly. Tony collapsed on her for a moment, panting.
"Jesus," he gasped, "that was harder than I thought. But it's okay now, doll. You just relax. I'll make it good ... "
Lita wondered if that was possible, her cunt felt so raked and torn. He began to move in her gently, almost teasingly, thrusting his cock back and forth, probing her exquisitely tight virgin box. He sweated and whined, and she knew it was costing him much effort not to let go and ball her hard and fast. But the effort paid off. In a moment she began to enjoy it. His stiff probing prick began to feel really great inside her.
"Ahhhhhh," she sighed, "ahhhh, Tony, now it feels good ... "
He grinned down at her. "I figured you'd tike it," he said. "I figured you for a naturally good lay ... "
Very gradually he increased the tempo and force of his, fucking, till they were thrusting hungrily against each other, their bellies meeting in loud smacks. Lita found she liked it even better that way, and she clawed his shoulders and whined with pleasure. Yes, fucking was everything she'd heard and more. She loved it.
"God, yessss," she wailed, "fuck me, Tony, oh, fuck meeee ... Don't be afraid of hurting me. I want it hard ... "
He gave it to her hard, furious, and fast. She felt a monstrous orgasm rocking her body, and she wailed without restraint. Tony worked his cock swiftly in her as she came, heightening her pleasure, and then he yelped and shot his load. She felt her first delicious bath of hot sperm.
Only when it was over and they were getting dressed did she realize that she'd given her virginity to a spoiled conceited rich brat. He said nothing, just patted her on the ass and winked, but she knew what he was thinking-the immoral Mexican maid with hot pants would fuck him any time he wanted it. Her face burned.
But when he left her, she grinned. She felt good all over. She'd been laid at last, she'd loved it, and she intended to do a lot more of it. She'd just choose her men more carefully in the future ...
CHAPTER FOUR
The next evening, the Barton's gave a party, and that kept Lita hopping. There must have been a hundred people milling through the house and spilling over the grounds. Enviously the new maid found herself hanging up fur coats, dozens of them. Only when the party was well underway could she relax and have a look around. Fortunately there were bartenders and waiters specially hired for the event, so Lita's work was over early.
She wished she could change into some glamorous dress and mingle with the guests. There were so many attractive men. But she didn't have any expensive clothing, and the Barton's would notice her anyhow. She knew she was expected to disappear after welcoming the guests and taking their coats, but she couldn't resist the impulse to prowl around first.
She kept to the shadows, both indoors and out, and nobody noticed her. She saw a lot of drinking, a lot of horseplay, and heard endless talk. Inside the house it was wall-to-wall bodies, but outside it wasn't so crowded. How could it be, with a "back yard" big enough to land a jetliner in? Lita soon went outdoors to escape the blue clouds of cigarette and cigar smoke.
She hadn't wandered very far when she heard muffled voices coming from behind a big hedge. There was giggling and scuffling. Lita couldn't resist taking a peek, so she crept up to the hedge and found a small opening where she could crawl under. She crept into the burrow and peered through the leaves into a clearing on the other side of the hedge.
She saw a striking young redhaired girl weakly fending off the advances of a portly balding middle-aged man. They were standing close, and every time the guy reached for her, the girl giggled and pushed him away. The guy was no shrimp, but the redhead was his equal in height, a gorgeous young Amazon in a tight-fitting sequined dress.
"Mr. Lake," the girl tittered, "you behave now."
"Aw, come on, Sharon," the guy whined, "you know I got the hots for you. It's killing me, baby."
"Oh, sure," said Sharon. "You got the hots for all the girls who try out for your show. But before I give anything away, buster, I wanta make sure you're gonna hire me. Fair is fair."
Lita had no idea what kind of "show" the girl was referring to-nightclub, TV, or movies-but it sounded like an old, old story. She didn't blame the girl for holding out, but she could also see why Mr. Lake was red-faced and wheezing with lust. Sharon was a stunning girl, with big conical thrusting tits, long beautiful legs, and a face like a doll.
Lake made one more grab for the redhead, but she easily pushed him away. He should have been the stronger of the two, but he was out of condition, plump and pale. He wheezed in frustration and mopped his forehead with a big silk handkerchief.
"All right, dammit," he said, "you win. I promise you'll be in the show. Now will you come here and quit wrestling with me?"
"Uh-uh," Sharon said, "I gotta see it in writing."
For the first time, Lake smiled. "Just so happens I'm prepared for that," he said, reaching into his jacket. "This ain't the first time I've run into a situation like this. Here, this is a standard contract. We'll both sign it. Then maybe, for chrissake, you'll put out."
Lake produced a piece of paper, a pen, and a penlight. Sharon approached him cautiously and read the paper. Then she grinned broadly and signed. Lake signed and handed her the contract, which she tucked away in her purse. She didn't try to avoid him now. He reached out and touched the great thrusting cones of her tits, and she just smiled.
"You satisfied now?" he grunted.
"Yes, Mr. Lake," she purred.
Lake hurriedly unbuttoned the top of her sequined dress. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her huge snowy breasts came tumbling out of their confinement, overflowing Lake's nervously pawing hands. He moaned and squeezed the big creamy jugs. Sharon's expression of feline satisfaction didn't change.
"Oh, man," Lake sighed, "you're gonna knock 'em dead in that act, baby. It don't matter if you can dance or not-all they'll see is your tits."
"It happens I'm an excellent dancer, Mr. Lake," Sharon said haughtily.
"Yeah, yeah, Fm sure you are, honey," Lake wheezed. He wasn't interested in any more talk. He slipped the gown off her shoulders, and it wafted to the ground in a glittering sequined puddle. Sharon wore nothing at all underneath it.
"I thought we might come to an agreement tonight," she said, grinning, "and I didn't wanta waste any time."
Lake didn't answer. He was gawking at her large triangular flaming red muff. So she was a real redhead. Lita almost gasped in admiration as she eyed Sharon's gorgeous tall body. She'd never seen a more spectacular figure. Lake was right-it didn't matter if this girl could dance or not. Who'd notice?
"It's kinda cold out here," Sharon said. "You wanta get with it, Mr. Lake?"
"Sure," Lake sighed. He unbuckled his belt, still gawking hungrily at her tall dancer's body with its red curly bush and enormous pointed breasts. There was a stone bench nearby, and Sharon went to it, leaning over and resting her palms on the seat. Her round firm butt was presented to Lake as he undressed.
He didn't take off all his clothes, just his trousers and shorts. With his big belly and small slim cock, he didn't appeal much to Lita. His skinny little pecker couldn't have been more than four inches long, and his rolls of pasty-white fat weren't appealing. Maybe that was why Sharon chose to turn her back on him and be balled from behind. Lita didn't blame her.
Lake's cock might be short and skinny, but it was plenty hard as he wheezed his way over to the stunning redhead. He was already moaning with excitement before he got to her. Lita had a good view of the whole thing-and a hot moist feeling of excitement in her crotch. It had been twenty-four hours since her first fuck, and she was more than ready to repeat the experience.
Well, soon she'd go look up Tony, but right now she wanted to watch this scene. Lake made it over to Sharon, grasping her firm hips to steady himself, and began poking his rigid little dick around in the deep red flesh of her slit. Sharon just stood there, submissive but unexcited, like a wax doll. Lita could see her face, and it had no expression whatsoever.
"Oh, Jesus, I been waiting for this," Lake panted. "Wanted you so bad ... Where's your goddam cunt? Can't find the damned thing ... "
Quickly and efficiently Sharon reached around, seized Lake's stiff pale rod, and wedged the swollen purple head into the shadowy hidden mouth of her cunt. She took her hand away, and Lake squealed shrilly as he pushed into her. Sharon winced a little, but her blank expression didn't change.
"Awwwww, Christ," Lake whined, "you're so goddamn tight ... Never expected that. The way you dancers fuck everything in pants, I thought you'd be loose."
"Male chauvinist pig," Sharon snapped, losing her composure.
"Huh?" said Lake. "Whaddya say?"
"I said, That I really dig, " Sharon replied quickly.
Lake chuckled. "Yeah, I bet you do," he said. "All you broads do. Nothing like a good stiff cock, huh, baby?"
Sharon didn't reply. As Lake whined and fucked her in short little jabs, she made a hideous face, then went blank again. She bent there and endured it, Lake's skinny short prick working fast and noisily in her tight little box, Lake whining and moaning like a rutting animal. Clearly the girl felt nothing but disgust.
"Awwwwww," Lake bawled, "awwww, baby, so fuckin' tight ... Gettin' me so turned on ... You dig it, honey? You dig this stiff meat?"
"Fantastic," Sharon said listlessly.
Lake's fat pale ass jiggled in the moonlight as he balled the girl faster and faster. His reaming cock made a lewd slurping noise in her tight little twat. At last he gave a shrill whine and came, his jetting come overflowing her little box and streaming down her long legs. Lake sighed and staggered backwards.
"I better get back to the party," he said. "There's people I gotta see. You report for work on Monday, doll. You and me will get together again real soon."
"Sure," Sharon said dully.
When Lake left, she opened her purse, took out a hanky, and rubbed furiously at the sticky sperm on her legs. She was crying softly ... Lita slipped away on the other side of the hedge, feeling sorry for the girl. She hoped SHE never had to ball an ugly fat man to get ahead in her career. That was no fun at all. A person should only fuck for the joy of it, Lita thought.
She walked farther into the private woods, hoping to see more exciting action. She wasn't disappointed. There were so many couples making out in the bushes, she couldn't choose between them all. It seemed as if she heard panting and sighing and moaning everywhere. These people were something else. Sex seemed to be their major occupation.
Sneaking around, Lita saw plenty of couples in the missionary position, but she was hoping for something more unusual. She found it in a small clearing a good distance from the mansion. Sneaking up and concealing herself behind a tree, she discovered two men and a woman. The men were squaring off, preparing to fight.
"Oh, jeeze, will you knock it off?" the woman said wearily. "I come out here to get balled, not to watch a goddam fight."
"She said she wanted me," one of the men said.
"Yeah, but she's my date," said the other.
As Lita's eyes got accustomed to the shadowy night light, she saw that the woman was a petite blonde in her thirties, pretty but nothing special. The men were quite ordinary. The only thing that held Lita's attention was the contest to see who would get the woman. The men had taken off their jackets and were cautiously circling each other.
"Hey, wait," the woman said. "I can take care of you both,"
She stepped between the two men and quickly stripped. They both gawked at her, forgetting their quarrel. She had a pretty, curvy little body with pert round tits and a golden puff of fur at the base of her belly. She was also quite drunk, hardly able to stand.
"Goddam men," she muttered, stepping dizzily out of her panties. "I'm so horny I could scream, and you guys wanta fight. Ain't no reason for it. Take care of you both ... "
Her speech was slurred, but she knew what she was doing. She knelt before one of the men and unzipped his pants and drew out his long limp pale prick. The other man, not to be left out, took off his pants, too. The blonde began to lick the first man's cock. He grinned at his rival.
"Hey," said the rival, "what about me?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' there," said the blonde. "Let's lie down."
The first man lay on his back, and the little blonde knelt beside his lap. She bent over him and stuffed his doughy pale cock into her mouth. Her sucking was fast, wet and loud. Her pert little ass was thrust up in the air, and the second man didn't have to ask where his place was. He stared at her exposed pink slit, grinned, and hurried over to kneel behind her.
His cock was limp, too, but he seized it and rubbed it back and forth over the blonde's wet scalding-hot pussy. In seconds he was hard as a rock. He thrust his thick pale prick into her cunt, penetrating her in one brutal shove.
"UMMMMM " she moaned, her mouth stuffed with another rigid prick.
She kept on sucking loudly and hungrily on one guy's cock while the other guy balled her furiously from behind. Lita watched the whole thing with wide hot eyes, envying the blonde those two stiff dicks. It would be a kick, all right, to take on two men at once. Her famished pussy swelled and moistened. Pretty soon, very soon, she'd go find Tony ...
"Jesus," the first man whined, "this chick really knows how to suck cock."
"Got a nice tight cunt, too," the second man panted.
Lita had to smile. A moment ago they'd been ready to kill each other, and now they were buddies. The blonde writhed and moaned as she took the two stiff pounding cocks, one in her juicily sucking mouth, the other in her wet little cunt. Soon the men were coming, one flooding her nipping box, the other feeding her steamy loads of jism. Then they moaned and fell away from her.
"Let's go get a drink, okay?" said the first man to the second.
"Yeah, good idea," his new friend replied.
The blonde gawked at them. "Jesus, is that all?" she said. "I was jut getting started. You guys didn't last long enough to work up a sweat. To hell with you-I'm gonna go find somebody else."
Huffily she got into her clothes, while the men ignored her and discussed some stock market dealings. Lita hurried away, not wanting to be seen when the trio came out of the clearing. She started back toward the mansion more than ready now for a good long fuck from Tony Barton if she could find him. All this peeping had really gotten her aroused.
From behind another bush she heard the familiar noises, scuffling, giggling, panting, a few soft words exchanged. She was in a hurry to find Tony and wouldn't have stopped, except that she suddenly recognized one of the voices; It was Carol Barton, wife of the millionaire Foster-but the man's voice wasn't Foster's.
Lita just had to spy. She crept around the noise and approached from another direction, hiding belly-down behind a low bush. She saw blonde willowy Carol Barton sitting on the grass with a guy she recognized from television. He was a young pro football player named Tod Brown, a handsome blond giant making a great record for himself in his first year. That made him young enough to be Carol's son.
The age difference didn't appear to bother Tod at all. He was looking hungrily, almost adoringly at ^ Carol, who was wearing a long low-cut blue sarong that wantonly showed off the plump inner curves of her big pouting breasts. Lita had to admit that the lady of the mansion looked spectacularly good tonight. But why wasn't she with her husband? What was she doing off in the bushes with this sexy young stud?
"So you see, darling," Carol was saying coolly, "it's out of the question. You're terribly attractive, of course, but I wouldn't dream of being unfaithful to my husband."
"Hell," said Tod Brown, smashing one giant fist on the grass. "I suppose you're right, Carol. And he is the owner of the team, and I guess I owe him some loyalty and all that. But, Jesus, I've got it bad for you. I can't think about any other woman. I get a hard-on just looking at you."
"Puppy love," Carol said dryly. "You'll get over it."
"I don't wanta get over it," Tod said huskily. "I want you, Carol. I want you so damned bad ... "
They sat a few inches apart, sipping drinks, Carol smoking a cigarette in a long ivory holder. Apparently they'd come out there to talk privately, and Tod had been pleading his case for some time. The crotch of his tight pants was enormously bulged. The poor guy looked ready to cry. Carol looked cool as a cucumber, even slightly amused.
"Darling," she said, "I have a reputation to keep up. My husband is one of the richest and most powerful men in the country. He'd be furious, too, if he caught me with another man."
"He doesn't have to know," Tod said fervently. "Please, Carol, please ... It's driving me crazy."
He reached out and slipped one big hand inside her dress. Lita could see the material straining as Tod moved his hand over Carol's big swollen tit. He moaned and began to squeeze and fondle her creamy hot breast. Carol's eyes began to look a little glassy, and. she flung away her cigarette, holder and all. Lita began to suspect she'd been teasing the young man and that she was far from being a faithful wife.
"Tod, you'd better stop," she said huskily. "I might get carried away."
"I want you to get carried away," he said hotly. "It'll be great, Carol, I promise. Oh, God, just let me prove it to you ... "
With surprising quickness for such a big kid, Tod suddenly seized Carol's slim ankles and up-ended her. She went down on her back, sputtering, and before she could recover, Tod had pushed her skirt clear up above her waist and was tugging at her panties. He pulled them off and flung them away. Carol's pretty pink slit and small golden muff were lewdly exposed. Tod dived for her crotch, his blonde head snuggling between her creamy thighs.
"Now just a damned minute," Carol screeched. "I told you-I-Ohhhhh ... "
She flopped back limp on the grass, letting her long pretty legs fall wide open. Her blue eyes rolled crazily, then fluttered shut, and a horny little grin lit her face. Tod's head bobbed up and down in her crotch. Lita could hear loud wet slurping noises.
"Ohhhhh," Carol moaned, "ohhh, my God, YES ... Yes, darling, eat my pussy ... "
Lita risked crawling a little closer to the action. She had so much to learn about sex, she didn't want to miss a thing. She wanted to know just how the young ballplayer had so radically altered Carol's mood. Crawling behind a nearer bush, she looked out and saw Tod's tongue working stiffly in and out of Carol's cunt, bright and red and wet, jabbing just like a cock.
"Ahhhh, that's GOOD, darling," Carol moaned, her lusty grin getting wider. "And I thought your only talent was football ... "
Lita felt her hungry pussy glowing like fire, swelling up fat and needy. Her cunt began to leak steady steamy juice, wetting the crotch of her panties. She recalled vividly Miles and then Tony eating her pussy yesterday, and how fantastically good it had felt. She could easily understand why Carol Barton was getting so excited. To have that thick red tongue working stiff and fast in her cunt-my God, it would feel great ...
"Ummmmmm, deeper," Carol whined, "get into me deeper ... "
Tod thrust his thick red tongue into her clear to the root. Carol wailed with pleasure and brought her legs up around his bull neck, forcing his flushed cream-soaked face hard against her steamy pussy. Her pretty face twisted into a grimace of lusty delight as Tod worked his tongue furiously and steadily in her juicy little twat.
"Yes, yesss," Carol hissed, "eat meeee ... Bring me off, you sexy motherfucker, make me come ... "
Tod reached up with his powerful arms and unfastened her writhing legs from around his neck. He jerked his cream-drenched face from her fiery wet pussy. Carol whined and reached for him, but he drew back. He wasn't begging and polite now. He was angry.
"No, I'm not gonna bring you off," he said, "not that way. I'm not your fuckin' pet dog. I'm not here just to lick your gash, baby. If you wanta come, you're gonna come around my cock-or not at all."
Lita was frightened of the young angry giant-a guy that big could kill you with one blow. But Carol Barton wasn't frightened at all. She looked up at him and grinned, obviously turned on by his forcefulness.
"Well, well," she chuckled, "the worm turns. No more respect for the boss' wife, huh? All right, darling, I'll fuck you. I intended to all along. I just wanted to get you worked up, that's all. Go ahead, take off your clothes."
Tod gawked at her a moment, then hurriedly began to strip. Carol shrugged out of her rumpled sarong and lay naked on the grass, watching him hungrily. Tod had a hard time getting his skin-tight pants down over his huge erection, but he finally made it. To Lita's surprise, his cock was only average size, a thick six-incher. It was plenty hard, though, pale and blue-veined, bloated almost to bursting.
Carol Barton looked at that fat hard young cock and licked her lips. Her cunt gushed a big flood of creamy juice. She looked like a lioness about to devour a gazelle. There was no tenderness here, no romance, just a powerful mindless lust that could have been satisfied with any good stiff cock.
"Come here, darling," Carol said in a husky purr.
Tod didn't waste any time. He was humble again, anxious to please, and obviously thrilled to be making love to this gorgeous older woman. He started to crawl between her legs, but Carol put out a hand and held him off. She reached for his hugely swollen pale dick and curled her fingers around it, teasingly running her hand up and down the thick milky-white stalk. Tod shivered and moaned softly.
"Let me fuck you," he chanted hoarsely, "let me fuck you ... "
"Don't be impatient, darling," Carol said calmly. "I want to admire your cock first. It's a beauty. I bet it drives the girls wild."
"I don't care about other girls," Tod said, gritting his teeth as he tried not to come. Carol's hand pumped steadily up and down his achingly swollen prick. "I just want you. Dammit, Carol, stop torturing me. Let me ball you."
Carol laughed wickedly and slipped her hand under his swollen rosy balls. The huge hot bags rested lightly on her palm. She gave them a little squeeze, and Tod moaned loudly. A big glob of juice bubbled from the hugely swollen head of his cock. His huge muscular body was quivering like a leaf.
"Nice balls, too," Carol purred.
"Dammit, Carol, dammit," Tod whined. "You keep that up, I'm gonna come before I even get into you."
"Oh, well, we can't have that," said Carol. "That would be terribly frustrating."
She took her hand away from his crotch and lay back on the grass. Slowly she opened her long legs to him exposing her deliciously pink slit with its fringe of golden curls. Her cunt mouth was small but wet, leaking a little trickle of cream. Tod gawked hungrily at the shadowy little hole, his bloated dick lurching and creaming.
"Now, darling," Carol said huskily. "Put it in me now ... "
Tod moaned and quickly crawled between her legs, his huge pale powerful body dwarfing her slim frame. He slipped his big hands under her pert little ass and raised her a little, bringing the soaked mouth of her twat up to touch the huge bulbous head of his erect cock. He started to push into her, whining. Carol's dainty pink pussylips looked stretched almost to bursting.
"Awwwww, Jesus," Tod moaned, "you're hot in there, baby, so damn hot ... "
Carol was no longer cool. As Tod worked his thick rigid meat into her, she arched her slim body to take it, and her teeth gleamed in an ecstatic grin. Her eyes rolled crazily, then closed. She began to whine, a shrill sustained lusty noise. He completed his penetration, his fat red balls sliding to rest against her soaked slit, and she clung to him, clawing his shoulders.
"Christ, are you hung," she moaned. "Not like poor Foster ... Ohhhhh, yes, fuck me, darling, fuck meeeee ... "
Tod balled her like a pile driver, slamming his thick meat hard and fast in her juicy little hole. Lita winced, wondering how Carol could take those hard deep powerful lunges-but Carol loved it. She wailed her pleasure and slammed her greedy pussy in time to his strokes.
"Yes, yes, HARD," she wailed, "fuck me hard, rape mee ... I love it ... "
Carol's hot excitement was contagious. Lita felt the crotch of her panties getting saturated with her gushing cunt juice, till the sticky steamy stuff leaked right through and trickled down her inner thighs. She was so maddeningly horny, she could hardly lie still. It was definitely time to go find Tony Barton and get him to take care of her dizzying lust.
She waited till Carol and Tod were coming, wailing and moaning so loud they wouldn't hear her retreat. Tod, dripping with sweat, rammed his thick squirting cock savagely in Carol's little gushing hole, and their combined hot juices dripped from her convulsing twat and splattered on the ground.
"Aaaaawwwwwwwwwww," Tod bawled, "AWWWWWWW ... "
Lita could still hear him in the distance as she crept away. She hoped for Carol's sake that Foster Barton didn't hear him, too. But from what she'd seen of this crazy family, Foster was probably off behind some other bush committing his own little infidelity. She hurried toward the mansion in search of Tony.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lita hadn't noticed Tony Barton among the crowd outdoors, hadn't recognized his voice from behind any of those bushes. She reached the house and slipped inside, making her way quickly through the ground floor. No one paid any attention to her in her maid's uniform. She was just another piece of furniture to them. One drunk old fellow tried to pinch her ass, but she was far too quick for him.
The rooms were crowded with noisy drunken guests, but she didn't see Tony anywhere. She went to the second floor, using the servants' stairs. As she'd expected, all the bedroom doors were closed, and when she pressed her ear against them she could hear the now-familiar sounds of love-making. This wasn't a party, it was a goddamned orgy!
She'd almost given up on finding Tony when she noticed a glass door at the end of the second-floor hall, leading out onto a small balcony. It was the only place in the house she hadn't checked. She crept quietly down the dark hall and peered through the slightly open glass door, out onto the moonlit balcony.
Tony was there, all right, but he wasn't alone.
He leaned against the railing, talking to a very young slim girl with short black curly hair. They were both sipping drinks, chatting away smartly, and looking perfectly calm and correct-except that Tony had the girl's dress open in front and was playing with her tits. He idly fondled and cupped the small pointed breasts, occasionally tweaking her little brown nipples. Lita stopped still, feeling a rush of anger and envy.
Why, that girl's tits were no bigger than lemons, little-girl boobs easily covered by Tony's caressing hands. The girl was skinny, dammit, with little narrow hips like a boy. Even her legs were skinny, extending long and coltish from her short miniskirt. What did Tony want with her when he could have Lita's lush ripe body?
"Well, I guess you know what you're doing, Danielle," Tony was saying, "but it doesn't sound like much fun. The guy's old enough to be your grandfather. It won't be much of a trip being married to him."
"His money will be a trip," Danielle said coolly. "He's wild about me, buys me everything. I'm getting a silver Jag for my wedding present. Anyhow, Tony, you can't expect me to wait around for you. You're obviously not the marrying kind."
"You better believe it," Tony grinned. "But I'll miss you, baby. We had some good times. I won't see much of you when you move to France."
Danielle sighed softly. "Yes, I'll miss fucking you, Tony," she said. "The poor old Baron can't even get it up, at least not long enough to do me any good. But I'll find some young studs to amuse me. I certainly don't intend to stay faithful to the old goat."
"Of course not, darling," Tony chuckled, "that would be so old-fashioned." He set his drink down on the railing and moved to embrace her. They kissed, using their tongues deeply. When they drew apart Tony said, "How about one for the road, baby? A goodbye fuck ... "
Danielle laughed. "I'd like that," she said. "Make it a good one, Tony. It can be your wedding present to me."
"Don't I always make it good?" Tony grinned.
Lita, watching from the crack in the door just a few feet away, seethed with jealousy. Dammit, she wanted Tony's cock for herself tonight. She was achingly horny after watching all those other couples. She wanted to seize Danielle by her short curly hair and fling her right over the balcony. But there was nothing she could do, not if she wanted to keep her job.
"Oh, look," said Danielle, glancing down from the balcony to the brightly lit patio, "there's the Baron now. Looking for me, no doubt."
"He sees us," said Tony. "Better wave and smile, dearie, and try to look innocent."
Danielle waved gaily to a skinny old man with a white mustache. "Armand, darling," she called, "I'm up here. I'll be down in awhile. Are you having a nice time?"
The Barton started saying something to her in a thick French accent. Danielle leaned on the railing, smiling and listening to him. Tony came up behind her and lifted her skirt to her waist. He pulled down her panties and let them drop to her ankles. Her tiny bare ass was round and pale. She parted her legs slightly, and Tony unzipped his pants.
"Really, Armand, darling?" she said, nodding. "How interesting. Tell me more."
Tony let his pants and shorts drop down, and Lita almost moaned with lust as she saw his muscular ass and hugely erect cock. He dropped to his knees behind Danielle. He couldn't be seen from the patio where the Baron was standing, but he was still tall enough to ease his stiff pale prick into Danielle's crotch.
Lita's dark eyes widened in amazement. It seemed crazy, but Tony was about to fuck the girl while she stood there talking to her rich fianc�. My God, would Danielle be able to keep her cool with THAT going on? Personally Lita would have been panting and moaning. But Danielle just leaned against the rail with an innocent expression and parted her long legs slightly. Lita could see her narrow red slit. It was bright with pussy juice.
"Really, Armand?" Danielle said calmly as Tony thrust his big stiff rod between her thighs. "Then what did you do?"
Armand was jabbering on about some business transaction, most of his words unintelligible because of his accent. Tony wedged the fat purple head of his cock into Danielle's tiny wet cunt mouth and started pushing into her. Her leg muscles tensed a little, but that was the only sign she gave that she was being fucked. She nodded at Armand and smiled.
Tony began working his long pale dick in and out of the girl's small juicy box. Armand babbled, Danielle smiled. Lita swayed in the doorway, shocked and envious. The whole scene was a bit too rich for her blood. She just wanted to fuck. She saw no reason to make it into a dirty sadistic game like this. The trouble was, she wanted Tony, and Tony was already fully occupied.
"Armand, daring, how brilliant," Danielle cooed. Her voice was starting to take on a husky tone, and Lita noticed bright streams of cunt juice dribbling down her long legs. Tony was fucking her faster now, his pale thick rod zipping in and out of her tiny nipping hole. Her butt muscles clenched and unclenched as she sought his friction. But her face didn't betray a thing ...
"What did you say, dear?" she called to Armand. "Oh, yes, I understand. Go on, tell me more ..."
Armand ranted on and on about his financial brilliance, flattered by the rapt attention of his young bride-to-be. Danielle appeared to listen raptly. Her little butt twitched faster and faster as Tony increased the speed and force of his fucking. Suddenly her slim body tensed, then shuddered. She clawed the railing. A flood of steamy cunt juice flowed down her legs. It was the only sign she gave that she was having an orgasm.
Armand babbled on ...
Lita whirled away from the window and hurried off down the hall, unable to watch any longer. Not only was she disgusted with the mean trick they were pulling on that poor old man, she was almost sick with envy of Danielle. She'd counted so much on balling Tony again, and she needed it desperately. She was actually whimpering with need.
She decided to go outside and cool off. There was one part of the grounds where no guests came, the utility area which contained the eight-car garage and the small cabin where Miles the chauffeur lived. She strolled into that area, still sighing and whimpering. Her poor pussy felt like it was on fire with need, and helpless cunt cream soaked her panties.
Damn, damn it all, why couldn't she have Tony? She'd been sure he'd want her again, search her out, but apparently he was more excited by skinny little bitches with money. Lita stalked angrily along, muttering Spanish curses under her breath against Danielle. A girl with tits no bigger than lemons, a girl scrawny and bony like a boy-that fool Tony didn't know what he was missing ...
"Well, hello there, little lady," said Miles.
Lita whirled around, startled. She'd been so absorbed in her angry thoughts, she hadn't seen the powerful balding chauffeur coming out of his cabin. He had a pint of whiskey in his big paw and was obviously feeling the effects of it. He leered at her.
"Having my own little party," he said. "Join me?"
"Why not?" Lita said gloomily. "I don't seem to be good enough for the people at the main party."
"Buncha rich shitheads," Miles proclaimed. "Fuck 'em."
Privately Lita was inclined to agree. She followed Miles into his cabin and let him fix her a drink. The cabin had one large main room and a kitchenette. Lita began to feel uneasy when she saw the large double bed in the corner. Perhaps it had been a mistake to come in here alone with Miles.
"There you go," he said, handing her a glass. He took the chair next to hers and looked at her intently. "Still mad at me about yesterday?"
"Yes," Lita said frankly. "I don't like to be forced. I like to choose my men."
"Well, what would it take to get you to choose me?" said Miles. "I didn't wanta force you, baby, but I got such a letch for you, I can't control it. And you gotta learn to fuck sometime, right? Why not let me teach you? I've had plenty of experience."
Lita didn't know what to say. She knew it would be unwise to anger Miles by telling him she found him ugly and brutish. She swallowed her drink quickly and rose to leave.
"Hey," he said, "you hardly got here. I thought we could talk this thing over."
"There's nothing to talk about, Miles," she said. "You're just not my type."
She started for the door, but Miles, moving with amazing speed for so big a man, got there first. His huge powerful body blocked the doorway. Lita stood still, in a panic. She couldn't fight this gorilla. He could flatten her with one blow. And it looked as if words wouldn't do any good, either.
"Please, Miles," she said, "I just don't want to fuck you, that's all."
Miles said nothing. He just stood there and looked at her, his eyes running quickly and hungrily up and down her curvy little body. Then suddenly he lunged for her. Lita screamed and tried to dodge him, but with his long reach he caught her around the waist and pulled her to him. He clamped his mouth down on hers, kissing her urgently, digging his tongue deep into her throat. Lita didn't like it at all. She pulled her head away in disgust.
"Why?" he said hoarsely. "Why do I turn you off? I'm no beauty, I know that, but I'm damned good in the sack, baby, believe me. Just let me show you ... "
"No, Miles," she said, pushing helplessly against his broad hard chest, "Please let me go."
"No," he said. "No, not this time ... "
He began to tug at her clothes, trying to tear them off, and Lita said in alarm, "Don't tear my uniform-I can't afford another."
"I damn well will tear it, if you don't take it off," Miles said. "You got one minute to get naked, baby."
He released her and went back to blocking the door. Lita knew that if she didn't remove her uniform, he'd tear it off, so she started to undress, sobbing quietly. Damn it, why had she been so stupid as to be alone with Miles? Yesterday should have taught her something. He'd do anything to have her even rape her.
"Yeah, yeah, take it off," Miles said huskily. "Now you're being smart."
He watched intently as Lita stripped. She hated to do it in front of him, knowing it would only inflame his lust for her, but she knew it would come to this anyhow. There was no way she could escape this man. Tony wasn't going to save her this time.
"Nice," Miles said, licking his lips, "real nice. You're just my type, doll, small but stacked."
Lita removed her bra, and Miles gawked excitedly at her big cone-shaped thrusting breasts. The creamy globes wobbled enticingly from their confinement but did not sag. They pointed straight ahead, dotted with light brown nipples. Lita saw his hungry stare and blushed.
"The panties," he said breathlessly. "Hurry up and take off your panties."
It was the last shred of clothing she had left, and she blushed hotly as she lowered the garment. Miles' feverishly lusty eyes went to her crotch, focusing on her wide silky black bush. Again he licked his lips. She saw the crotch of his pants suddenly balloon.
"Get on the bed baby," he said, reaching for his belt buckle.
"Nooo," Lita whined.
She knew it was irrational, that this brute would overpower her sooner or later, but she couldn't just meekly obey. Pride demanded that she resist him to her last ounce of strength. He came lunging at her again, and she ran, screaming, her big milky-white tits flopping heavily.
"No, no, I don't want to fuck you, Miles," she wept.
"Too damned bad," he panted. "I'm gonna have you even if I have to knock you cold."
He wasn't kidding. Soon he caught up with her, and when he did, he lifted her effortlessly and threw her onto the bed. She landed so hard, the breath was knocked out of her, and she felt dizzy. By the time she recovered, Miles was standing beside the bed stark naked.
Lita couldn't help gawking at his exaggeratedly masculine body. He was taller, wider, more muscular than most men, with biceps the size of grapefruit. His chest was hairier, too, a dense crisp mat of auburn curls. But what frightened her most was the enormous size of his erect cock, nine brutal inches of thick hard pale dick. The swollen purple head seemed as big as her fist.
"You're not getting away this time, doll," he said, "so why don't you just relax and enjoy it?"
Enjoy? How could she enjoy having her body split in half with that elephant dong? She knew her tiny narrow recently-virgin cunt just couldn't accommodate that monster. She went pale with fear and started crawling to the far side of the bed, against the wall. Miles grabbed her ankle and pulled her back to the edge of the bed.
"Don't worry, baby," he said, "I ain't gonna just stuck it in you. I know you're a virgin. I'll get you ready first."
So Miles thought she was still a virgin? That might be to her advantage. She played the role, pale and trembling and sobbing, as he eased her pretty round little butt to the edge of the bed. He hoisted her slim legs up over his shoulders and knelt between them, ogling the lewdly exposed red flesh of her slit.
"Don't fuck meee," she whimpered.
"Not yet," he said. "I'll get you wet and hot, baby, and then you'll want it. You just relax. I know what you like."
He did, too. Lita watched his balding head dip down into her crotch, and she felt a jolt of horny anticipation, in spite of her fear and revulsion for the man. She didn't want to take his enormous menacing cock inside her body, but she sure as hell didn't mind if he went down on her. Already she loved having her pussy eaten.
Miles rubbed his flushed face in her lush glossy black bush, breathing in the sweet scents of soap cologne, and girl-juice. He rubbed lower, into the pulpy red crease between her muff-lips, forcing the lips open, exposing her tiny scarlet clit. His tongue tickled out and rimmed the moist little bud-and Lita felt her belly melting with instant pleasure.
"Oooooo," she moaned.
Miles chuckled. "Yeah, I know what you like," he said. "You just relax and dig it, baby, and I'll eat your whole pussy."
Lita, in spite of her fear, did just that. She relaxed and let her thighs fall open to him. Later he would do something awful and painful, but for now she could enjoy. It would be foolish not to enjoy some part of this rape. It was going to happen, no matter what she did, so she might as well get what pleasure she could.
Miles' thick wet tongue tickled around and around her tiny tender clit, sending violent jolts of pleasure through her belly. Damn, it felt soooo nice ... Lita gurgled lustily and started to cream onto his flushed face. Miles felt it and licked her little joy button all the faster, till she was panting.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "oh, God, sooo good ... "
Again the harsh knowing chuckle. "You sure as hell ain't frigid," Miles said. "Never knew a virgin to respond like this. How come you don't wanta ball me?"
"Your cock's too big, Miles," she panted. "It'd hurt me ... "
"Not if you're ready," he said. "That little box is made to take damn near anything, if it's wet and relaxed. You'll see. And I can make you ready."
Lita doubted that anything he did would make her cunt large enough for that fearfully thick cock, but at least for the moment she was having fun. Miles pressed his lips to her tiny hot clit and slowly sucked the pulsing lump inside. He started to suck her clit loudly, wetly, and the pleasure was so intense that she creamed in floods all over his face.
"Eeeee, yesss," she wailed, "suck meee ... "
She slammed her hot aroused pussy against his face and squealed with intense pleasure as he sucked fast and hard on her most sensitive organ, her small but hotly aroused joy button. She couldn't control her writhing hips and her steady shrieks of bliss. If Miles would just confine himself to eating her pussy, she could really learn to like him. But she knew she wouldn't be that lucky.
"You're doing great, baby," he panted, releasing her soaked erect clit from his mouth. "Now I'm gonna check out that nice tight box ... "
His shiny head dipped even lower between her thighs, and then she felt his big thick wet tongue sneaking into the steamy slick folds of her pussylips. The pleasure was beyond belief. She forgot everything else, even her fear and disgust, as his busy expert tongue reamed every fold and cranny of her plump red cunt-lips.
"Ahhhh, God, YES," Lita wailed.
Then she felt his wriggling tongue approaching her gushing cunt mouth. She willingly held her legs open for him, wanting that thick teasing tongue inside her cunt. She remembered how great it had felt yesterday. She whined shrilly and clawed the bed as Miles slowly eased his long red tongue inside her tight wet twat mouth. His tongue slid deeper, deeper, till it seemed almost to touch her womb ...
Suddenly he whipped his cream-soaked face from her crotch and glared at her. "Hey, doll," he growled, "you're no virgin-not any more."
Lita turned pale. She'd forgotten all about the vital piece of evidence, her hymen, broken yesterday by Tony Barton. Miles had felt it the first time he went down on her, and now it wasn't there. She couldn't think of what to say. She didn't have to, as it turned out-Miles was slowly figuring it out for himself.
"It was there last time," he said, frowning ominously. "I felt it. Then that little creep Barton came along and-Hey, you fucked Barton, didn't you? You gave it to HIM." He seized her by the shoulders and shook her violently, till she thought her neck would snap. "You better tell me," he snarled. "Did you ball that kid?"
Sobbing, wanting only to end the pain, Lita cried, "Yes, damn it, yes, I fucked Tony. Please understand, Miles-his cock isn't so big. I didn't think it would hurt so much."
He shoved her back rudely and stood up, glaring at her. "Damn you to hell," he said, "I wanted that cherry for myself. I never made it with a virgin before. Goddamn it anyhow." He glared till she thought surely he would hit her, but then a bitter smile came over his face. "On the other hand, maybe the kid did me a favor. Now I don't have to worry about hurting you, do I?"
He came toward her, and Lita whimpered and started to crawl away again. Miles just grinned wolfishly and got onto the bed, the springs groaning under his huge solid weight. Lita flattened herself against the wall, too terrified even to cry. It was about to happen, she knew it. She was going to be raped, and she couldn't stop it.
Miles lay two feet from her, huge and powerful and hairy. His gigantic thick pale cock wagged lewdly from its crisp bush of reddish hair, the big thick purple head weeping large bright bubbles of juice. Lita gazed at his incredible stiff prick and knew it was going to kill her. It was too long, too thick, for her tiny cunt which had taken only one cock in her whole life.
"Come here, doll," he said. "Make it easy on yourself. You're not a bad kid. I don't want to hurt you."
"Nooo," Lita whined, too terrified to move.
Miles sighed loudly. "Okay," he said, "if that's how it has to be ... "
He seized her and drew her to the center of the bed, onto her back. Lita sobbed and writhed, but he easily overpowered her. He forced his hard knees between her tender thighs, prying them open. Grunting, he eased himself forward, kneeling, till the huge hard purple head of his cock touched the blazing pulp of her pussy.
"No, no, no," Lita wept.
She made one last attempt to rise] but Miles seized her wrists and pinned them at her sides. His huge hot cock-head pressed hard against her dainty red slit. It skidded around in the creamy folds of her pussylips and finally popped into the moist pit of her cunt mouth. Miles gave a long shuddering sigh.
"Relax," he said, "just relax. I'm gonna put it in ... "
There was no way she could relax, she was so terrified of being skewered on that monster prick. She sobbed and tensed up as Miles began pushing his, cock into her. It was worse than she'd dreamed, stretching her tender pussylips almost to bursting, stuffing her tiny cunt painfully. He was in only an inch, and already she couldn't stand it.
"Nooo, for God's sake, nooo," she wailed. "It's too big, Miles, it's killing me. Please, please, take it out."
He was about to lose patience, she could tell. "Look, I'm only gonna tell you one more time," he said. "It'll be okay if you relax. Relax your cunt, baby, give me room. I don't wanta hear any more about it."
She knew he'd hit her if she said another word. In desperation she did as he suggested, letting her cunt go as slack and open as possible. Miles grunted and began pushing his cock into her again. It went slowly in her tight nearly-virgin box, but it went, without pain this time. Lita kept her cunt muscles relaxed, and at last she felt the enormous hard head of his cock touching her womb.
"Awwww, Jesus," Miles moaned. "It's all the way in now, baby, and it's GOOD. You got the tightest box I ever fucked. Oh, Jesus, it's tight."
He began to move in her, long slow deep strokes, obviously holding himself back, trying not to hurt her. For that she was grateful. She kept her cunt open and relaxed, and in a moment it began to feel rather good. There was enormous friction between her tiny tight twat and his huge thick prick. She started feeling little jolts of pleasure.
"Oh, baby," Miles moaned, "fantastic ..."
Very slowly he increased the speed of his fucking, and Lita began to like it more and more. It was exciting to take such a huge prick inside her body, to feel it fully and deeply stuffing her horny little hole. She felt herself creaming again, making his thrusts slick and easy. Then the pleasure became intense.
"Ahhhhh," she moaned, "ahhhhh ... "
Miles fucked her faster. "You like it now?" he gasped. "Was I right?"
"Yesss," she whined, "yesss ... Don't stop, Miles ... Keep fucking me, please ... "
He laughed harshly. "Baby, I have no intention of stopping ... "
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning when her alarm went off, Lita automatically leaped out of bed-then winced and groaned. Her poor little pussy was so sore, it hurt to move. She dressed very gingerly. My God, how long had she and Miles fucked last night? Her memory was hazy. He'd given her lots of drinks to loosen her up. They'd made it again and again, till she lost track of how many times she'd come.
Lita smiled ruefully to herself. Live and learn, she thought. She no longer despised the big brutish chauffeur, no longer feared his huge prick. Miles was a fantastic lay. Just thinking about him, she felt hot creaming in her pussy in spite of its bruised condition, Tony no longer appealed to her. He was just a kid ...
Though she hadn't had enough sleep and winced when she walked, Lita went humming to work. She had a lover now, a real man, who could teach her everything she wanted to know about sex. She'd dreamed of this for years, all those horny sexless years in the convent. She'd vowed that as soon as she escaped that place, she'd fuck up a storm. She knew Miles would gladly cooperate in that ambition.
She couldn't clean any of the bedrooms that morning because every member of the Barton family was still in bed, hungover and cross as bears. The party had still been going on at dawn when Lita sneaked back from Miles' cabin. She didn't feel a bit sorry for those rich snobs. They'd all snubbed her, and she wished them the worst hangovers possible.
She cleaned downstairs until finally a buzzer summoned her to the master bedroom. She found Foster Barton still asleep, sweaty and grey-faced, and Carol Barton sitting on the edge of the bed holding her head.
"Bring me a Bloody Mary, fast," Carol moaned.
"Yes, ma'am," Lita said, barely containing a grin.
She brought the drink, and Carol almost gulped it. The slim blonde got to her feet moaning, her hair tousled, her face pale. Still even in that condition she looked damned good, Lita had to admit. She felt a little twinge of excitement remembering Carol last night, balling that young blonde stud-but she felt no envy. She'd had a better time, she was sure.
"Have another drink ready for me when I get out of the shower," Carol said, "but be careful not to wake Mr. Barton. He needs his sleep."
While Carol showered, Lita quietly tidied the room and removed Carol's rumpled nightgown and party clothes. After awhile one slim arm emerged from the bathroom door, and Lita popped another Bloody Mary into the waiting hand. Carol snatched the drink and closed the door, not even bothering to say thank you.
Lita shrugged and went on her way. After putting the soiled clothes down the laundry chute, she decided it would be wise to go back and see if Carol wanted another drink. The mistress of the house would be impossible to live with till she dulled the pain of her hangover. Lita hoped for an easy day, so she could slip out and see Miles ...
She started down the hall, when she heard the door of the master bedroom opening. On impulse she ducked into an alcove. Presently Carol Barton swept past her, fresh and scrubbed in a filmy blue negligee. She looked almost feverishly determined about something. She went directly to the room where her stepson, Tony Barton, slept. She turned the knob quietly, slipped inside, and locked the door.
Lita burned with curiosity. What was Carol doing in Tony's room? Why the urgent look on her face? Lita hurried over to Tony's door, knelt, and looked through the keyhole. Tony was totally sacked out, an inert lump under rumpled covers. Carol approached the bed, reached out, and shook his shoulder.
"Tony," Carol said briskly, "Tony, wake up."
"Whathahell," Tony muttered, opening one eye. "Whaddya want?"
"You know damned well what I want," Carol said, "and I want it NOW."
Tony blinked and sat up, throwing back the covers. He was naked. He yawned and stretched, then staggered to his feet and headed for his private bathroom. He left the door open while he took a long noisy piss. Meanwhile Carol opened the curtains and let in the bright yellow sunlight.
"Tony," she said, wrinkling her nose in distaste, "this place smells like a goat pen."
"Yeah?" he called. "Well, if you don't like it, go fuck my beloved father."
Carol started straightening up the bed. Tony emerged from the bathroom yawning and scratching his chest. His pale limp cock flopped loosely in its nest of brown tight curls. He fell back onto the bed with a moan.
"Oh, Jesus," he said, "what a head."
"Me, too," Carol said pointedly, walking over to the bed.
Tony sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said, "hangovers make you horny. Why don't you get Dad to take care of you?"
Carol laughed grimly. "He's out for the count," she said. "He couldn't get it up on a bet, not this morning. Besides, Tony darling, you know I prefer you ... "
She slipped her filmy negligee from her shoulders and let the garment drift to the floor. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. For a woman in her mid-thirties she looked great, her breasts large and high and firm, her skin tan and smooth and flawless. Tony's interest began to pick up. He eyed her appreciatively as she slipped onto the bed beside him.
"Dad would shit himself if he knew we were balling," he said.
Carol laughed. "You're so innocent," she said. "He knows about it. He considers it good training for you."
Tony reddened. "Sometimes I wonder about you two," he said. "You sure have a weird marriage."
"We're no more 'weird' than you are, darling," Carol said with a touch of irritation. "After all, you didn't hesitate to fuck your own stepmother the first time I asked you. But this conversation is boring me. Let's do something more interesting."
She rolled over onto her belly, bringing her face over his lap. Lazily she slipped a hand under his pale limp cock and used the other hand to pet the doughy little sausage. Tony gave a snort of excitement and sat up, leaning against the pillows, so he could watch his beautiful stepmother playing with his prick.
"Did you get laid last night, darling?" she said idly.
Tony chuckled. "Yeah, I balled Danielle while she was talking to the Baron. We were on the balcony, him on the patio. He didn't see me, didn't have any idea I was screwing his fianc�e, poor old fart."
Carol laughed. "Why, darling, how wicked," she said. "I had my own little adventure. I finally put out for Tod Brown."
"Oh, yeah?" Tony grinned. "The famous jock? Was he any good?"
"Vigorous," said Carol, "but unskilled."
Lita shook her head in wonder. These people seemed totally without morals. They ratted on the people they fucked, told about it as if it were nothing. And Carol Barton was about to fuck her own stepson. Was she so jaded that she needed incest to excite her?
Carol stroked Tony's limp warm prick, then bent lower and stuck out her little pink tongue and lapped the soft blue-veined cock slowly, up and down, up and down, from his crisp brown bush to the reddish rubbery head. Tony sighed happily but made no move to touch the lovely woman who was turning him on. Like all women, she was just a convenience to him. He was rich and handsome, and the girls came to him, not vice-versa.
"Is Danielle still the great piece of ass you always thought she was?" Carol inquired.
"Among the best," Tony sighed. "Tight little box, good action. She's sure gonna be wasted on that senile old fart."
"Yes," Carol said pointedly, "there are disadvantages to marrying older men for their money."
Tony cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sorry you married my Dad?"
"No, I guess not," said Carol. "At least not as long as you're living here."
And with that she stuffed his limp fat cock into her mouth, sucked it in clear to his rosy round balls in one hungry motion. Tony lurched violently and went red in the face. He sagged back against the pillows, groaning, as his blonde stepmother began sucking his dick fast and juicily.
"Awwwwww, Christ," he sighed, "you eat cock better than anybody I know, Carol."
Lita felt a strange mixture of emotions as she watched Carol Barton's blonde head bobbing up and down over her stepson's lap. She felt shocked that a woman would make love to her own husband's son, but she also felt powerfully aroused. Cocksucking was something she hadn't experienced yet, but she was definitely looking forward to it. It looked like a real turn-on.
Carol's head jerked faster and faster, and she made an obscene loud slurping noise as she hungrily sucked Tony's dick. Tony was flushed with pleasure, his brown eyes rolling, his tongue creeping out to lick his lips. He was whining softly, steadily.
"Take it in your throat, Carol," he gasped, "swallow my dick ... "
Carol's throat bulged as she permitted his swelling cock to slide right into her throat. She knew how to do it, didn't even gag. As her tight slick throat lining closed around the sensitive head of his prick, Tony whined shrilly and clenched his teeth. Lita could see his rosy nut sacs swelling up taut and stiff, and she assumed his cock was doing the same thing.
"Okay, good, enough," Tony gasped. "Awwwww, Jesus ... "
Carol lifted her tousled head from his lap, and his cock slipped from her mouth, hugely erect, swollen, and gleaming with her saliva. Tony just sat there for a moment, panting and catching his breath, but apparently Carol couldn't wait. She straddled him, knees on either side of his hips, and began moving her wet golden-fringed pussy up and down over his engorged stiff-standing meat.
Tony chuckled. "Impatient?" he said.
Carol's hot lust had blotted out her sense of humor. "Shut up," she snapped. "Shut up and fuck me, damn you."
"Yes, Mommy," Tony said mockingly.
He seized her slim hips to still their horny writhing and slowly eased her down onto his swollen taut pale prick. Carol began to pant and whine with excitement even before he was in her. Lita had an excellent view of the whole thing, Carol's pert little butt turned toward her.
She saw Carol's scarlet moist slit, the big purple head of Tony's cock rubbing against it. Then he maneuvered his rigid dick around till the fat head popped into the steamy little pit of Carol's cunt mouth. As Lita watched, wide-eyed and hotly aroused, his thick pale prick slowly disappeared between the plump pink lips of Carol's twat. Carol's thick gleaming pussyjuice ran down the rigid stalk of his invading cock.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned hoarsely, "ohhhhhhh, God, YES ... Get it in meee ... I want it ... "
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back in the ecstasy of being slowly penetrated. Unobserved Tony watched her face intently. He watched her taking his cock and loving it-and he grinned wickedly, triumphantly. No doubt it was exciting for a twenty-two-year-old kid to fuck his father's wife and know that she preferred him to his old man.
"Deep enough?" he said.
"No, no, more," Carol whined, "deeper ... All the way to my teeth if you can get it there, damn you ... "
Tony laughed. "You're greedy, Mommy," he said.
"Don't call me that," Carol panted. "Just fuck me ... Ahhhh, Tony, yes, that's good ... "
He had pushed his rigid pale cock into her all the way to his balls. Carol ground her thirsty twat around Ms hard impalement and moaned ecstatically, her hot juice flooding out onto his lap. Tony watched her, licking his lips, obviously digging her hot arousal, digging the fact that he was balling his father's pretty young wife and making her love it.
"Move it, damn you," Carol whined, "move your cock in me ... I want it hard and fast."
"Say please," said Tony with a lewd grin.
"Please, you little turd," Carol gasped, "you conceited little bastard, you self-centered motherfucker."
Tony laughed. "That's what I am, all right-a motherfucker. That's the literal truth. Okay, baby, you'll get what you want ... "
He suddenly began to slam his cock in her, so hard and fast that he lifted her right off the bed. Her whole body shook and jiggled with the brutal force of his fucking. Lita winced, knowing her own sore twat wouldn't take that kind of punishment, but Carol Barton obviously loved it. Her blue eyes rolled wildly, and she screamed her pleasure and clawed Tony's shoulders with her long red nails.
"Yes, yes, that's it," she wailed, "fuck me hard, HARD ... "
Tony was breaking into a sweat, and his face was flushed and glazed with sensual excitement-but he wasn't through toying with his lovely stepmother. It wasn't enough for him to ball his father's woman. He seemed to need to taunt her, too. As he fucked her deep and fast and savagely, he leaned forward and watched her face intently.
"Say it," he said, "You know what I want to hear."
Carol sighed. "Oh, must we always go through that juvenile routine?" she said.
Tony scowled. "We do if you wanta get balled," he said. "I can stop right now, take my cock out of you ... "
"All right, all right," Carol said quickly. She moaned and took more deep hard thrusts of his hard young cock. She leaned forward and kissed him, lewdly working her tongue into his throat. She leaned back, looked him in the eyes, and said hoarsely, "I love to fuck you, son."
"That's nice, Mommy," Tony said, grinning. "I love to fuck you, too ... "
Lita felt almost nauseated. She turned away from the keyhole, unable to watch any longer. She got off on good old-fashioned sex, hearty and happy fucking, but not on sick scenes like this. Tony Barton wasn't happy until he could pretend he was balling his real mother. That was a bit too rich for Lita's blood.
She'd done all the cleaning she could do until Foster and Trish got up, and that might not be for hours. In spite of her repulsion at Tony's behavior, she had been pretty hotly aroused by watching him and Carol get it on. She decided to take a chance on sneaking out and seeing Miles.
She hurried out the servants' door and toward Miles' cabin. Then she saw him in front of the garage, polishing one of the Barton's numerous expensive cars. This one was a black Rolls, gleaming like a mirror from Miles' careful attention. Miles saw her coming and tossed aside his polishing rag. He mopped his forehead and grinned at her, watching the sway of her hips and the soft jiggling of her big breasts as she approached him.
"Hello," he said. "You look like you just smelled a dead fish. What's wrong?"
Lita wrinkled her face. "Those people," she said, "I just don't know about them. I saw Carol fucking Tony. Her own stepson, imagine."
Miles shrugged. "That whole family is kinky," he said. "I don't notice it any more, I've worked here so long."
"Kinky?" said Lita. "How do you mean?"
Miles was moving away from the car. "Aw, let's not talk about those rich creeps now, baby," he said, slipping an arm around her waist and guiding her toward his cabin. "I got more interesting things on my mind."
Lita grinned up at him. She knew what he meant, and she had to agree it was more interesting than gossiping about the Barton family. Miles had fucked her almost senseless last night, but already she wanted him again. Her pussy was swollen, wet and hungry. She walked briskly along with him and into the cabin.
Miles closed the door and started to undress. He grinned at her. "I take it you're not mad at me any more?" he said.
Lita grinned, too, and started unbuttoning her black maid's dress. "No," she said, "I'm not mad any more."
Miles leaned over and licked her soft pink earlobe. "My cock's not too big for you any more?" he said huskily.
Lita swayed with horny longing, "No, no, it's not too big," she said. "Not too big at all ... "
Perhaps she was being shameless, but she had so many lonely years to make up for, she couldn't help letting Miles know how she felt. She was wild for him, wild for a repetition of the heady pleasure they'd had last night. She watched the big powerful man undress, and she felt hot juice seeping from her cunt.
Lita quickly shucked her uniform and got onto Miles' bed without being asked. She smiled invitingly at him as he finished taking off his clothes, and when he approached the bed, she opened her legs, displaying her ripe red slit with its fringe of black curls. She was surprised to see that his cock was limp, a great pale doughy lump that flopped as he walked.
Miles got onto the bed beside her and idly fondled her tits, cupping and squeezing the big creamy cones, rubbing the light brown nipples with his thumbs, Lita purred and enjoyed his touch, but she was eager to be fucked. She thought it strange that Miles didn't just grab her and ball her like he'd done before.
"All those years in the convent," he said, "you never got near a guy? Is that right?" Lita nodded. "What about before that?"
"I was fourteen," said Lita. "I had a boyfriend, Luis, and I was crazy about him, but we never got beyond kissing."
Miles grinned. "Then you have a lot to learn, don't you?" he said.
"Oh, yes," Lita sighed. "I have everything to learn."
"Except how to fuck," said Miles. "I notice you do that pretty well. But there's other stuff I can teach you, stuff I'd like you to know."
She didn't know quite what he was getting at, but she nodded and said, "Whatever you want, Miles. I want to please you."
"Okay," he said. "You already know about pussy eating, but that's something a man does to a woman. There's a counterpart, a way of returning the favor, something a woman can do to a man. You know anything about that?"
Lita blushed slightly. A truthful answer involved admitting her peeping. "When I saw Tony and Carol making it," she said, "Carol pumped his dock with her hand, and then she licked it, and finally she took it in her mouth and sucked on it. Is that what you mean, Miles?"
He grinned broadly. "Yeah, that's what I mean, baby," he said. "Now why don't you try that stuff on me?"
Lita had no objection. On the contrary, she'd been dying for her first chance to play with a cock. She sat up and knelt beside Miles' belly. His huge cock was still limp, but even in its flaccid state it was big. Her hands trembled a little with excitement as she reached out to touch a cock for the first time.
"Go ahead," Miles laughed. "It won't bite."
Lita slipped one hand under the huge soft cock and hoisted it a little. It was heavy, hot and silky, pleasant to touch. With her other hand she began to stroke his long flaccid dick, feeling the loose smooth skin and the throbbing life inside. She smiled. She definitely liked this new game.
"Lick it, baby," Miles said, his voice getting a little hoarse.
Lita bent low over him, stuck out her little red tongue, and applied the tip gingerly to his enormous soft cock. It was not only nice to touch, it was fun to lick, too. There was a slightly salty taste that she enjoyed, and she liked the silky smooth texture of his meat. Growing bolder, she started to run her wet tongue tip up and down the long satiny length of his prick. She tickled into his reddish wiry bush and out again, up the thick doughy stalk, till she was licking the dark spongy head.
Miles sighed. "Yeah, doll, you're doing great," he said. "Don't forget my balls. A guy digs having his balls licked."
Lita slipped her small hand between his legs and hoisted the hot limp red nut sacs. They had a very fine coating of auburn hairs. The flesh was wrinkled and slack, but she knew it would grow taut and smooth when he got hard. She leaned down and applied her eager little tongue to the fleshy bags, tickling and lapping.
"Yeah, nice," Miles sighed, "real nice ... Lick me all over, baby."
Lita did, gladly, running her tongue from his wrinkled red balls clear up to his dull rose cock head. She did it over and over, back and forth, lapping and lashing with her hot wet tongue till his cock and balls gleamed with her saliva. She found it fun and exciting. He seemed to like it, too, sighing loudly, but he didn't get hard.
"That's real good, baby," he said finally, "but it's just for openers. Now what a guy likes best is when you take his dick in your mouth and suck on it. It's called a blow job. Do that for me, okay?"
"Yes, Miles," she said excitedly.
She'd been wanting to try sucking cock ever since her first day on the job, when she saw Carol Barton doing it to Foster. It looked like a real turn-on. Eagerly she bent over Miles and lifted his big fat soft cock to her lips. She opened her mouth, instinctively keeping her teeth shielded with her lips, and stuffed the big dull rose head of his prick inside.
"Yeah, doll, yeah," Miles snorted, flinching with sudden pleasure, "that's it, that's the way ... Take it in farther ... More ... Oh, yeah, all the way ... "
Lita did what he wanted, sucking his whole fat soft cock into her mouth. It rested heavy on her tongue, stuffing her mouth. She began to suck on his limp meat, his furry balls rubbing against her chin. She enjoyed herself, making loud greedy slurping noises. Miles lay back grinning, his face flushed with pleasure.
"You sure learn fast, doll," he said. "You suck cock like a pro."
Lita didn't tell him that she'd learned the technique by spying on other people. She was just copying what she'd seen Carol Barton and Irish do to their men. Her dark head bobbed up and down over Miles' crotch, just as Carol's blonde head had bobbed over Tony.
"Ahhhhh," Miles moaned, "real nice .. , You suck hard. I like that."
She suddenly felt him getting an erection in her mouth. His big soft cock twitched once or twice, then lurched violently, pushing against the roof of her mouth. It grew long and fat and hard with a speed that took her by surprise.
"UMPH," she muttered.
Suddenly it wasn't fun any more. Miles' enormous erect cock stuffed her mouth so full she could hardly breathe, stretched her lips painfully. The enormous hard head of his cock was pushing into her throat, threatening to choke her. She panicked and drew away, and his giant erection snapped from her mouth, pointing straight up at the ceiling and gleaming with her spit.
"Hey," Miles snarled, "why'd you quit? I didn't tell you to."
"It-it's too big, Miles," she said shakily. "It almost choked me."
"That bullshit again," he said angrily. "You said it was too big for your cunt, too, remember? Well, any woman of mine sucks cock, baby, so you better get back to work."
He seized her face, forcing her jaws open, and plunged her head down on his huge throbbing erect cock. Lita moaned as the giant prick stretched her lips almost to bursting, stuffed her mouth, and jammed into her throat. She fought to keep from gagging. She managed to take the enormous fist-like head into her throat, and Miles gave a grunt of satisfaction.
"Okay," he said, "that's better. Now SUCK ... "
She sucked, and in a few moments he howled and shot his thick steamy come into her throat. She had to keep swallowing the salty stuff to keep from choking. She found she liked the taste, but she was still terrified of his gigantic cock. When it was over, she rubbed her sore throat. Miles grinned at her.
"You'll learn," he said. "I got a lot more stuff to teach you ... "
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lita returned to the house with a troubled expression. Her affair with Miles wasn't turning out quite like she'd hoped. She just wanted to ball him, to take that huge cock again, but Miles wasn't content with plain old fucking. He wanted to teach her all kinds of kinky tricks.
All right, she admitted she'd enjoyed sucking him off, all except the part when he stuck that huge cock head into her throat-but she could learn to tolerate that. She'd certainly enjoyed it afterwards, when he ate her pussy and made her come. Yet something was missing. After all, she'd only been fucked twice in her whole life. She wanted more of that. She could wait for all that fancy stuff-but Miles apparently couldn't.
She put the problem out of her mind and got to work. Surely Foster Barton and his daughter Trish would be up by now and she could clean their rooms. She gathered her cleaning supplies and went upstairs. All the bedroom doors were closed. She pressed her ear to Trish's door before knocking, not wanting to disturb the girl's sleep.
She heard murmuring voices, male and female ...
Lita dropped to her knees and looked through the keyhole. There was Foster Barton, in robe and pajamas, standing by his daughter's bed. Trish, tousle-haired but awake, was sitting up in bed. She wore a blue baby doll nightie with a sleeveless lacy top. Her pert little breasts were barely covered by the low-cut neckline. Through the keyhole Lita could hear what the father and daughter were saying.
"What did you want, Trish?" said Foster. "I heard you call out for me as I was passing your room."
Trish yawned and said in a cooing little-girl voice, "Oh^ Daddy, I feel so awful."
Foster chuckled and pulled a chair up to the bedside. "Well, that will teach you to drink too much at parties," he said.
"It isn't that, Daddy," Trish pouted. "I really don't have a hangover. It's that Richard Price."
Foster sighed. "The lawyer, the one you've got such a crush on?" he said. "Baby, I'm sorry, but I don't think he feels the same way about you. You're too young for him, probably. I don't think he even knows you exist."
"Ohhhhh," Trish wailed, bursting into tears, "I WANT him."
"Now, now," said Foster.
Trish suddenly threw back the covers, leaped out of bed, and climbed onto her father's lap. Her long coltish legs were fully revealed by the tiny bikini bottoms of her nightie. She threw her arms around Foster's neck and nuzzled him, sobbing. Foster sighed and put his arms around her.
"I followed Richard all over last night," Trish moaned, "and he hardly said hello."
"Well, even rich little girls can't have everything," Foster said, patting her. "He'd probably rather marry someone older."
"Oh, it isn't marriage I'm thinking about," Trish said with irritation. "I just wanta ball him, Daddy. He's sooo sexy-and I'm so HORNY."
Lita blushed as she watched this encounter. Trish was eighteen, pretty old to be sitting on her father's lap. Even more shocking, she was using crude language, telling her own father how horny she was. Lita thought it was all very strange. Foster Barton didn't seem upset, though.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, baby," he said, "but Fm sure you have lots of boyfriends who'd rush right over here and help you out. Why don't you call Willie?"
Trish wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Oh, he's just a kid," she said haughtily. "I want a man."
Foster chuckled and pulled her tighter against him, rocking her like a child. "So my little girl is horny," he said. "Well, let's just think what we can do about that ... "
Lita had a strange prickling sensation all down her spine. There was something very very wrong with this scene, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. An eighteen-year-old girl sitting on her father's lap, telling him her sexual problems-it was a little kinky but not quite outside the realm of normality. But there was something else not quite right ...
As Foster held and rocked his pretty long-legged daughter, he slipped a hand up under the top of her nightie. Lita could see the bulge as he gently cupped one of her little pointed tits. He molded and squeezed the soft warm young breast, and Trish purred and nuzzled closer to him. Neither of them seemed to think his action unusual.
Lita found it so unusual that she blushed. This scene was getting more kinky by the minute. It was definitely not normal for a father to play with his teenage daughter's tits. My God, was it possible ... ? Just a few hours ago she'd watched Carol Barton make it with her own stepson. Was it possible that there was even more intense incest going on in this house?
Now Trish was leaning back against her father's shoulder, and he had both hands up under her nightie, squeezing and molding both her pert pointed tits. The girl sighed and kissed his neck. Foster slowly drew off the top of her nightie and dropped it on the floor. Now Lita could see his tanned hard hands busily fondling his own daughter's breasts.
"Honey," he said, "you know I'd do anything to give what you want, but Richard isn't on my payroll. I don't have any kind of handle on him. Otherwise you know I'd have him delivered right to your bed."
"I know, Daddy," Trish sighed, "but, gee, I want him sooo much ... "
Lita's scalp prickled. Trish wasn't using her normal voice. She spoke in a high cooing tone like a ten-year-old girl. She let Foster cuddle and rock her like a baby. Yet at the same time she was wiggling her round little butt right over his cock and letting him fool around with her naked tits. No, this scene wasn't normal at all ...
"I know, baby, I know," Foster said soothingly, "but I'm afraid this is one man you can't have. You'll just have to make do with somebody else. Is it pretty bad, honey? Are you very very horny?"
"Ooooo, yes," Trish said in her strange little-girl voice. "I'm so horny I could scream, Daddy. Just feel."
She seized Foster's hand and laid it right over her crotch.
Lita gasped and turned beet red. My God, my God, these people ... As she watched, wide-eyed and shocked, Trish rubbed her father's hand back and forth over her panty crotch. Foster chuckled.
"Umm-hmm," he said, "you're pretty wet down there, little lady."
Trish licked his neck and wiggled her butt again, brazenly stimulating his cock. His hand remained on her crotch, gently caressing, while with the other hand he continued to toy with her breast, rubbing his thumb over the little brown nipple, making it taut and erect.
"Help me out, Daddy," Trish cooed.
Lita thought she was as shocked as she could possibly be. but she wasn't prepared for what came next. Foster grinned at his pretty teenage daughter and then slipped his hand right down inside her panties. His hand closed over her pouting muff and began to squeeze rhythmically, molding her mons and clit.
She let her long slim legs fall open, giving her father plenty of room to squeeze and stimulate her pouting little mons. Foster's hand gripped and released, gripped and released, and as he steadily massaged her pussy, Lita could see a widening stain of cunt juice soaking the crotch of her panties.
"Ummmm, yeah, Daddy," Trish moaned, "that's what I need ... Don't stop ... "
Foster was showing the first obvious signs of arousal, his face getting flushed, his voice going husky. His daughter's small silky bush was right in his hand, her scalding pussy juice soaking his fingers. His breathing got louder and faster, and he increased the tempo of his play with her pussy and tit.
"Honey, let's get your panties off," he said at last. "I can work better that way."
Trish said nothing, only smiled and raised her little round ass so Foster could slip her panties down. She kicked them off, giggling softly, then settled back onto his lap, opening her long legs wide for him. Lita saw her dainty pink slit with its very fine fringe of light brown hairs-and then Foster's hand closed over it again, squeezing, massaging.
"Oooooo, Daddy," Trish cooed, "oooooo, yeah, play with my pussy ... "
Lita was horrified by the blatantly incestuous scene, and yet in some wicked way it was turning her on. She felt warmth and moisture in her pussy, and she knew she was going to go on spying. She licked her lips and watched intently as Foster held and squeezed his daughter's small brown-furred mons. Her cream was trickling out between his lingers.
"Feeling better now, honey?" he said hoarsely.
"Ummm-hmmm," Trish murmured, "but don't stop, Daddy ... It feels so nice ... "
"All right, baby," said Foster. "You know I'd do anything to make my little girl happy ... "
I BET you would, Lita thought grimly.
Foster then used his fingers to spread the small plump lips of Trish's mons, uncovering the tiny red dot of her clit ... He seized the little fleshy button between his thumb and forefinger and started to knead it briskly. Irish flinched violently and gave a hoarse cry of pleasure. A great flood of hot pussy juice soaked Foster's lap.
"OOOOOO," Irish squealed, "oh, wow, yes, Daddy, play with my clit ... "
Foster kneaded the tiny red button till the girl was squealing continually and writhing in his lap, her aroused pussy juicing heavily onto his robe and pajamas. He watched the girl's reactions, and he licked his lips. Her pert little tits were swollen taut with arousal, the tiny brown nipples stiff and bumpy. Her face was pink, her eyes fluttering and rolling.
"Oh, Daddy, play with me some more," Irish whined. "You know what I like best ... Put your finger in my cunt, Daddy, please ... "
Foster obliged. Releasing her soaked swollen clit, he moved his hand lower in her crotch and eased the tip of his middle finger into the dripping shadowy mouth of her young cunt. Lita watched breathlessly as Foster's thick stiff finger slowly disappeared between his daughter's little pink pussylips. He stuffed his finger into her all the way to the last knuckle.
"That feel good, baby?" he said hoarsely.
"Ooooo, super," Trish gasped. "Now move it in me, Daddy, frig me ... "
Foster began to jerk his finger in her tight hot little hole, whisking it stiffly in and out like a miniature cock. Trish squealed with pleasure and spread her legs even wider. Lita had an excellent view of the whole thing, Foster Barton's finger nipping in and out of his daughter's cunt, Trish's helpless pussyjuice streaming out into his lap.
Lita wondered how many times this had happened in the past. Father and daughter seemed well acquainted with the game. How old had Trish been when her father first played with her tits and put his hand inside her panties? Lita had the sickening feeling that Foster might very well have been his daughter's first lover, the man who'd introduced her to sex. She wouldn't put anything past this strange family.
Briskly finger-fucking his daughter, Foster grew more and more aroused. He'd begun the game coolly enough, but now his face was red with excitement, his breathing hard and fast and loud. As he watched Trish's grimace of lust and listened to her squeals of pleasure, he grinned wickedly.
"Good for you, baby?" he said.
"Wonderful, Daddy," Trish sighed. "Please don't stop ... I wanta come so bad ..."
"In a moment, honey," Foster said, slipping his cream-soaked finger out of her nipping little twat. "Maybe you could do something for me first, though. I don't mind telling you, this whole thing has made me very horny."
"Oh, of course, Daddy, I'm sorry," Trish said contritely. She kissed his cheek and then slipped from his lap, going to her knees beside him.
Lita thought she knew what was coming, but she was still shocked beyond belief at what the girl did. Trish Barton untied and opened her father's robe, no then deftly slipped down the bottoms of his pajamas, pulling them off over his feet. Foster's short slim cock was rock-hard, pointing at the ceiling, oozing bubbles of juice.
Trish leaned over and kissed the head of her father's prick.
"Oh, my God," Lita gasped.
She saw Irish's little pink tongue flash out. The girl eagerly licked the swollen cock juice, gurgling hungrily as she swallowed it. Foster grinned and panted as he watched her. Trish proceeded to lick and tickle his slim pale rod from the knobby head right down to his crisp grey and black bush.
"Would you like me to suck your cock a little, Daddy?" she said in her little-girl voice.
"That would be lovely, baby," Foster said huskily.
Trish obediently seized the hard drooling head of his cock between her pink-glossed lips and quickly sucked the slim stiff rod all the way into her mouth. Foster moaned loudly. Trish began to suck his cock briskly, with loud wet slurping noises, clearly enjoying herself. Again Lita wondered how long this kind of thing had been going on. How old had Trish been when she first took her father's cock in her mouth?
"Ahhhhh, baby, that's beautiful," Foster whined. "I love it when you suck my dick ... "
Lita figured these strange people would do damned near anything without a prig of guilt, but she wondered at her own reaction. She was repulsed by the idea of incest, horrified at the behavior of Foster Barton and his daughter, and yet she was hotly aroused. Her panty crotch was soaked and dripping with her horny cunt juice. She wanted urgently to slip her hand inside her panties and bring herself off, but she didn't dare. Someone might come along.
"That's enough, baby," Foster panted. "Come sit on my lap again."
Trish hopped up into her father's lap, only this time she didn't just sit. Leaning her back against his chest, she seized his rigid slim prick and slipped the knobby wet head into her small shadowy cunt mouth. Lita watched in total shock as Foster Barton's erect pale cock slowly penetrated his daughter's cunt.
"Ahhhhh, Daddy," Trish moaned.
"Baby, baby," Foster panted.
It was a slow tantalizing penetration, Trish's pretty pink cunt lips sucking greedily at Foster's stiff blue-veined cock as it gradually eased into her body. Trish's hot steamy cream poured down his milky-pale shaft and soaked his swollen red balls. The girl leaned back hard against his chest, her teeth flashing, her eyes rolling crazily. At last his grey-furred balls came to rest against her moist pink slit.
"Ooooo, Daddy," Trish whined, grinding her pussy hotly around the stiff impalement of his cock, "I need this so bad ... Fuck me, Daddy, fuck meee ... "
"Yes, baby, yes," Foster crooned, starting to move his cock in her. "Anything my little girl wants ... "
Lita crouched there, shocked yet powerfully aroused, and watched Foster Barton fuck his own daughter. The slim stiff pale prick worked-steadily in and out of the nipping swollen pink cunt lips, fast and hard and deep, while father and daughter in moaned and panted. Trish began to come quite soon, howling as she ground her greedy twat around his jerking cock.
"Eeeee," she shrieked, "you're making me come, Daddeee ... "
Foster moaned and managed to ball her stiffly into yet another screeching climax before he finally came, too. He whined and jerked his slim cock briskly as he shot his steamy load into his teenage daughter's womb. Trish expertly tightened her cunt to keep him inside her while he came.
"Honey," he whined, "my little girl ... AHHHHHH ... "
When it was over, Trish giggled and slipped off his lap, her slim thighs soaked with their combined juices.
"Oh, wow," she chuckled, "I sure needed that."
Foster laughed, too. "Now maybe you can forget Richard," he said.
"Richard who?" laughed Trish.
Foster chuckled and gave her a playful pat on the ass. As he put on his pajama bottoms, he said, "I'd better get to work now. You behave yourself, young lady."
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed, returning to her normal voice, "don't be so square."
Foster laughed and headed for the door. Lita moved quickly, ducking into the nearest alcove. Foster Barton breezed past her, all business now, heading for his library with his personal ticker tape machine and dozen telephones. He'd spend the day there, wheeling and dealing, making even more money.
Lita wondered what the world would think if the news got out that famous millionaire Foster Barton fucked his own daughter. Or that his beautiful blonde second wife was balling his son. People might be shocked, but there'd be nothing they could do about it. Like Foster himself said, with his money, he didn't have to please anybody. He could do anything he damn well pleased.
Lita sighed and started to step out of the alcove, then ducked back in again as she heard someone coming down the hall. Tony Barton, moving along briskly in jeans and t-shirt, knocked at Trish's bedroom door.
"Sis?" he called. "Hey, Sis, you awake?"
"Umm-hmm," Trish replied lazily.
Tony went in and shut the door, and Lita hurried to take her place at the keyhole. She wanted to see how Tony reacted when he found his sister lying naked on her bed-because that was the way Foster had left her. Sure enough, Trish hadn't changed position. She lay on her back, without a stitch of clothing, her legs slightly parted. Her brother could see her firm pointed little tits, her small dainty brown muff, and the wet pink flesh of her pussy.
Tony gave her a casual glance as he walked over to the bed, not in the least surprised or embarrassed. Trish didn't blush or try to cover herself. Obviously brother and sister had seen each other naked many times before. It figured, Lita thought. In this strange family anything might happen ...
"I'm bored shitless," Tony said to his sister as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "I was thinking about organizing a beach party, getting some dope. You wanta come along and bring some friends?"
Trish stretched, yawned, and sighed. She bent one knee, further exposing her lovely pink slit, still wet with her father's come. "Oh, I don't know, big brother," she said lazily. "I don't even feel like moving. I thought maybe we could have some fun right here at home."
Tony looked knowingly at her. "Jesus," he said, "don't you ever get enough? You just balled Dad, didn't you? I saw him come out of your room."
"Uh-huh," Trish said, "but that was just for openers, as far as I'm concerned, I'm really horny today, Tony."
"Well, I just finished balling Carol," he said, "so you're out of luck. Come on, Trish, get your butt in gear and let's go to the beach."
"Don't be so mean," Trish said, pouting. "Help me out ... " She reached over and laid her hand on her brother's crotch, teasingly rubbing his limp cock.
"Oh, wow," Tony said, his tone a mixture of awe and impatience. "I dunno, Trish, sometimes I think Dad raised us wrong. Sex really shouldn't take up so much of our time."
"Why not?" said Trish. "There isn't anything that's more fun. Anyhow, I'm glad Daddy raised us, like he did. No inhibitions, no hangups."
"Yeah, but he started us awful young," said Tony. "Shit, you were only twelve, and I was fifteen. It was kind of a groove, I guess, but other people would be pretty upset if they found out."
Trish giggled, "Yeah, I guess they would. But it was exciting, wasn't it, Tony? I mean, the way Daddy came to us that day and said it was okay if we fucked each other ... "
"Yeah," Tony said dryly, "only he took your cherry for himself. That always pissed me off. I wanted to be the one to do it."
Brother and sister went on chatting about their bizarre introduction to sex, while Lita reeled with shock. What kind of father was Foster Barton, anyhow, letting his own son and daughter make love? Taking his own daughter's virginity? He sure as hell liked to keep things in the family ...
"Well, I'll tell you something," Trish said. "You're a lot better lay than Daddy."
Tony grinned. "Carol thinks so, too," he said.
Trish scowled. "That damned Carol," she said, "I wish he'd never met her. Before she came along, I had both of you to myself. Now she's wrecking my scene. Like this morning-she got to you first. And I want you, Tony, I want you real bad ..."
"Oh, Christ," he said impatiently, "you're always, horny, Sis. Why don't you call Willie?"
"No," Trish pouted, "I want you, Tony ... "
She seized her brother from behind and pulled him down on the bed. Tony gave a snort of impatience and tried to break her hold, but Trish grimly held on, forcing him down on his back. She quickly leaped up to straddle him, small pointed tits bouncing. She sat on his upper legs and starting to unzip his jeans.
"Hey, come on now, dammit," Tony said. "I wanta get this beach party organized."
"Five minutes," Trish said eagerly. "Just give me five minutes, Tony. If I don't get you turned on by then, you can leave."
Tony sighed and lay back on the pillows. "Oh, all right," he said, but you're gonna be disappointed. I had my fuck for the day. Like I said, sex takes up too much of my time. I wanta go see some friends."
Trish only grinned at her angry brother. She had her five minutes, and she worked quickly to make the most of it. She unzipped Tony's jeans and drew them off. Typically, he wasn't wearing shorts. His limp cock rested drowsily on his thigh, soft and small and wrinkled. Trish eyed it hungrily as she pulled off his t-shirt.
Naked, the brother and sister made a handsome couple, Lita had to admit. Both were tall and slim and tan, both were young and healthy and fit. The scene wasn't exactly wholesome, though. Their features were so alike, anyone could tell they were brother and sister. And the sister slipped her hand under the brother's limp wrinkled balls ...
"Doesn't that feel nice, Tony?" Trish purred.
"Yeah, I suppose," Tony said sullenly.
His sister held his slack red nut sacs in her little hand, gently and rhythmically squeezing them. Tony only sighed impatiently. Then Trish took him by surprise, suddenly diving for his crotch. Lita saw the girl press her lips to his wrinkled rosy balls, saw her mouth open. Lita's eyes widened. She'd just learned another new trick. She hadn't known you could suck a guy's balls ...
"Hey-Awwwww," Tony yelped.
Somehow Trish managed to get her small mouth open wide enough to suck both fat red sacs inside. Tony lurched and moaned as his kid sister sucked his tender balls into her scorching wet mouth and began to suck greedily on them. She made a lewd wet slurping noise. Her dark head bobbed over her brother's crotch.
"Awwww, Jesus," Tony whined. "Yeah, suck my nuts, Sis ... Shit, that's fantastic. Where'd you learn that?"
Trish obviously couldn't reply, her mouth stuffed with his fat swelling nut sacs. Knowing it excited him, she sucked faster and harder, till her handsome brother was yelping uncontrollably. It was a very effective technique. Lita made a mental note to try it out on Miles - IF she could get his enormous balls in her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, Christ," Tony bawled.
Trish suddenly raised her head, letting his saliva-soaked balls pop from her mouth. She giggled. "Surprised you, didn't I?" she said.
"Yeah," Tony sighed, "but why'd you stop? It felt great."
"Because of your cock," she tittered. "It was getting hard, and it was poking right up my nose."
Tony laughed. "Hey, that's something we haven't tried," he said.
"No way," Trish chuckled, "but there's plenty of other fun stuff we can do."
She knelt beside him. Her brother's handsome six-inch cock was fully erect, pointing at the ceiling, the flushed dark red head oozing a little bubble of juice. Trish playfully scooped up the bubble with her fingertip and popped the finger into her mouth, sucking loudly, then swallowing.
"Ummm," she said.
"Patricia," Tony said with mock sternness, "you are a very naughty girl."
"I know," she giggled, "but I can't help it. I just love the taste of cock."
"Then taste mine," Tony said, obviously becoming more interested in the game. "I could go for that ... "
Trish grinned and bent over him again, opening her lips. His hard pale young cock slipped between her pink-glossed lips and into her mouth, till his brown-furred swollen nuts rested against her chin. She sucked her brother's cock slowly, deeply, as if savoring the flavor and texture. Tony moaned softly.
"Suck my dick, little sister," he sighed, "Oh, yeah ... You do that so well, Trish ... "
She ought to, Lita thought-she'd been taught by an expert. Lita had no doubt that Foster Barton had trained the girl himself, spending long delicious hours teaching his daughter just how to blow a man. He'd. probably taught her everything she knew. After all, he expected to benefit from that training himself.
Lita watched the pretty slim girl slowly and hungrily moving her lips up and down Tony's thick hard pale cock, and she felt another hot blast of juice in her panties. Her pussy was getting swollen and aching with arousal. My God, was she insatiable? She'd just returned from making love with Miles.
Well, this evening she'd go see him again, but she didn't want to miss the Barton family's spectacular all-day performance. She didn't approve of their incest, but she certainly was learning a lot of interesting stuff to try out on Miles.
"Baby," Tony whined, "baby sister, Jet me come in your mouth ... "
Trish instantly jerked her mouth off her brother's spit-gleaming cock and let it snap free to point at the ceiling. She scowled at him.
"No way," she said hotly. "I wanta get balled. I'm not doing this just for you."
Tony sighed. "Okay, okay," he said, "I just wanted something a little different, that's all. Plain old fucking can get kind of tedious."
Not for me, thought Lita, never for me ...
Trish had an impish grin on her face. "Something different?" she said. "Okay, big brother, I think I know something different ... "
She rolled onto her hands and knees and stuck her adorable little round ass into the air. Though she'd just balled Foster, she was hotly horny again-Lita could tell. Trish's pussy, just like her own, was plumply swollen, a glowing aroused pink, and juice dripped steadily from her shadowy little cunt mouth.
"Hurry, Tony, hurry," she panted.
Tony looked bored and annoyed. "What, dog style?" he said. "What's so terrific about that? We've been doing it for years."
Trish writhed lustily and clawed the bed, clearly trying to control her horny impatience. "I tell you, it'll be different," she panted. "Come ON ... "
"Oh, all right," Tony sighed. "Might as well get it over with. I still wanta make it to the beach today."
He crawled over and knelt behind his sister, holding her slim hips to steady himself. He poked the purple bulbous head of his cock against her scalding wet pink pussy, not looking particularly excited. At twenty-two he was so jaded that it took more than a simple fuck to arouse him. He stuck the swollen head of his prick into her soaked little cunt mouth and started to push into her.
"No, Tony," Trish said hoarsely, "not there ... I want you to fuck me in the ass ... "
Tony stopped still, his rosy cock-head lodged about an inch in his sister's cunt. He gawked. His mouth fell open. He eyed the small tightly-clenched light-brown mouth of her asshole, but he still seemed stunned.
"In the ass?" he repeated stupidly.
"Yes, dammit," Trish panted. "Hurry ... "
Slowly he began to grin. "Oh, wow, Sis, that's great," he said. "You know I've been wanting to do that for years ... Oh, wow, what a rush ... "
He jerked his stiff pale cock out of her cunt, fisted it, and quickly smeared it thickly with her hot pussy juice, lubricating it well. He wasn't bored any longer. He was so eager, he was almost drooling. He pressed the fat purple head of his cock against her tiny wrinkled bumhole and started to push.
Lita winced. She'd never heard of such a thing as ass-fucking, and she thought it must be terribly painful. Tony's thick meat stretched his sister's tiny tight asshole till it looked like it would tear. He grunted and strained, finding it very tight and snug, and his penetration was slow. Trish had a strange breathless look on her face.
"Ooooo," she suddenly howled, "oooooo ... "
Tony paused to wipe sweat off his forehead. "Hope I'm not hurting you," he panted. "It's really a trip, Trish. I don't wanta stop."
"It's okay," she gasped. "I really dig it, Tony ... "
He pushed again, and this time he managed to work clear to his balls in his kid sister's tight scalding bumhole. The fit must have been deliciously snug, for both Tony and Trish wailed excitedly. He started to move his cock in her squeezing brownie, and Trish whimpered lustily for him to continue ...
Someone was coming. Lita ducked into the alcove just in time to hide herself from Carol Barton. The tall blonde was scowling as she approached Trish's bedroom door. She paused for a moment, her frown deepening when she heard the excited squeals and moans coming from the room.
"That little bitch," she muttered.
The action in Trish's room was getting so loud that Lita could even hear it in the alcove. Trish's shrill voice came clearly: "Oh, Tony, yes, YES, fuck my ass ... "
And Tony's husky excited voice was just as clear: "Baby, oh, baby, this is great ... Your asshole's so fuckin' tight ... "
Carol Barton's beautiful face flushed hotly with anger. She seized the doorknob and flung the door open loudly. From the alcove Lita could see the brother and sister frozen in surprise, Tony crouched over Trish with his pale stiff cock halfway lodged in her little gripping asshole.
"Goddammit," Carol shouted, advancing into the room, "do you have to hog every cock in this house, you selfish little bitch? I can't even get laid. Foster can't get it up, because he just balled you-and now you've got Tony."
She slammed the door angrily behind her, and Lita rushed to the keyhole. She wanted to see the confrontation between stepmother and stepdaughter. She didn't care too much for either one of them, but she was interested to see who would win. She looked into the room and saw Trish and Carol standing almost face to face, screeching at each other.
"What do you mean, busting in here like that?" Trish shouted. "I have a right to privacy."
"And I have a right to get laid," Carol shouted back. "It's not fair for you to monopolize the men in this house."
Lita watched avidly, so absorbed that she didn't hear the soft footsteps behind her. Suddenly a hand came down on her shoulder and gripped hard. She was so startled, she almost wet her pants. She whirled and looked up at Foster Barton.
"Something interesting going on in that room, my dear?" he said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lita wanted to die of shame. Foster Barton had caught her spying, peering through the keyhole like a guilty little kid. If she didn't handle this scene just right, she'd be out of a job. She leaped to her feet, blushing.
"I-I'm sorry, sir," she said. "It's just that I heard shouting, and I thought there might be some trouble."
Foster regarded her doubtfully. "I heard it, too," he said, "but it didn't sound like trouble to me. It merely sounded like a family argument, which of course would be none of your business. You weren't spying on my family, were you?"
"Oh, no, sir," Lita said as sincerely as she could.
Foster seized her wrist painfully hard. "Then let's just step into the room," he said, "and you can tell everyone you weren't spying."
Lita moaned. As Foster flung open the door and dragged her into Trish's room, she wished there was some way she could just disappear. Foster Barton obviously didn't believe her. She'd lost her job, and he was going to shame her in front of the others, too.
He pushed her ahead of him into the room. Carol, Trish and Tony gawked at them. Trish and Tony, of course, were still stark naked. That didn't help Lita's case. Why had she gone on peeking through the keyhole, when she shouldn't have looked at all? She blushed deeply.
"What the hell is this about?" Carol Barton said.
"I thought you all might be interested to know that I caught this young lady looking through the keyhole," Foster said.
They all glared at her. "She was watching us all the time?" Trish gasped.
"I would assume so," said Foster. "And I would assume she saw something interesting."
"Oh, Christ," said Tony. "Who hired her, anyway? We have to be so careful about the help."
"I'm afraid it's my fault," said Carol, "but she sounded so innocent, coming from a convent and all. Well, Foster, what do you think we should do about her?"
Lita was starting to get very nervous. The Barton's would of course want to protect their little family secret, the fact that they all balled each other. Lita was nothing to them-except a threat. With their power and money, they could do anything they wanted with her. They could get rid of her, permanently, and make sure no one ever knew ...
"All right," she said desperately, "I was spying. But I was just curious-I didn't mean any harm. I'll leave right away, Mr. Barton, and I swear I'll never tell anyone what I saw. I don't want trouble any more than you do."
Foster eyed her coldly. "Just exactly what was it you saw, my dear?" he said.
Lita blushed hotly and couldn't answer, but Tony said, "Trish and I were getting it on. Then Carol busted in and said Trish was hogging the men in the house."
"I see," said Foster. "If that got out, it could be very serious."
"Please," Lita said anxiously, "I'll never tell anyone, I swear."
For the first time since catching her, Foster smiled, but it was an icy smile. "Oh, I'm sure you won't tell anyone, my dear," he said, "because I have the power to make you very sorry. No matter where you were, I'd find you and spoil that pretty face. Do you understand?"
Lita nodded vigorously. "Oh, yes, sir," she said. "I understand fine. I'll just pack my things and leave right away."
She started for the door, but Foster seized her wrist again. "Just one moment, Lita," he said. "We're not finished with you yet. Before you leave, you're going to be punished." He glanced at his son and said in a peculiar voice, "Don't you think she ought to be punished, Tony?"
With a strange glint in his eye, half sadistic and half excited, Tony answered, "Yes, Dad, I agree. She definitely ought to be punished."
Trish giggled. "Can Carol and I watch?" she said.
"Certainly," said Foster, who way smiling more and more now. "And you can help us get her undressed."
Undressed? Lita didn't like the sound of that at all. She gave a yelp and started again for the door, but suddenly they were all over her, the whole Barton family, throwing her to the floor and pulling at her clothes. She was no match for four people. She wept and struggled, but in a very short time they had stripped her naked.
They stood around her in a tight circle, staring down at her, and Lita tried desperately to cover herself, but her small hands could not obscure her wide black triangle of mons fur or her big wobbling breasts. She'd never felt so vulnerable and humiliated in her life.
"Kind of a vulgar figure, don't you think, Carol?" said Trish.
"Yes," said Carol. "Breasts and hips too big, definitely. It's all so obvious." The two women sneered at her and made catty remarks. They were clearly jealous of her lush curvy body.
"None of that, you two," Foster said. "If you're going to stay and watch, keep quiet." Carol and Trish retreated and sat on the edge of the bed. Foster and Tony started taking their clothes off.
"She looks like a great little piece of ass," Foster said. "You have her yet, son?"
"Just once," Tony said, "but believe it or not, she was a virgin. Nice tight little cunt. Loves to fuck, too."
Lita closed her eyes and wept. She felt like meat on a rack, an object instead of a person. She understood now what her "punishment" was going to be. Foster Barton and his son would use her body until they tired of her. Then she'd be thrown out of the house without a recommendation, without a hope of getting another job. What was she going to do? She had no money, no friends ...
But those were future worries. Right now she'd have to endure the terrible humiliation of servicing both father and son, while the women watched, like she was some animal on exhibition. Suddenly she hated these people. Just because they were rich and influential, they could treat her like she was less than human.
Foster and Tony had stripped. Tony's thick young cock was still hard from his excitement with Trish. He hadn't been able to come before Carol's interruption. Foster's thin pale prick was limp, flopping lazily before him as he moved. Both men eyed Lita hungrily.
"Well, how shall we begin?" Foster said, rubbing his hands together.
"She could get you hard, Dad," Tony said, grinning.
"Excellent idea," said Foster.
Lita felt a wave of nausea. She didn't want to suck Foster Barton's skinny ugly blue-veined dick-yet that was obviously what he had in mind. He stared hungrily at her full red mouth, then straddled her, resting his bony butt lightly on her big swelling jugs. His limp worm-like cock grazed her lips.
Lita moaned and shook her head violently. "Oh, nooo," she cried, "anything but that, please ... "
"What's your problem, cunt?" Carol Barton snapped. "You think you're too good to suck my husband's dick? That's a laugh."
"Maybe she's never sucked cock before," Trish giggled. "I mean Tony said she was a virgin. She could just be that dumb."
"Oh, she knows what he wants, all right," Tony said. "Look at her face."
As Foster maliciously trailed his soft floppy cock back and forth over her lips, Lita screwed her pretty face up in disgust. She wanted to gag. She hadn't minded blowing Miles, In fact she'd enjoyed it, because she was hot for him. But she wasn't hot for this skinny old man with his repulsive worm-like dick.
Foster was getting impatient. "Open up," he said, "unless you want another kind of punishment. I can send Tony for a knife, and we'll redecorate your face."
Lita quickly opened her mouth. The others laughed evilly as Foster seized his floppy little prick and stuffed it between her lips. Lita conquered the urge to puke. She knew that if she was going to come out of this with her face unscarred, she'd better do exactly what they wanted.
"Now suck it," Foster commanded. "Get me hard-and if you bite, I'll kill you."
Lita was sure he meant it. A girl like her, poor and unknown and half Mexican, was just a piece of shit to a man like Foster Barton. Her life had no value in his eyes. She began to suck, trying to do the best job she could, hoping to end her torment soon. The soft limp little cock throbbed on her tongue.
"Ahhhh, yes, that's good," Foster sighed.
Lita blushed deeply but never faltered into her swift hard sucking. She could have died of shame, with all of them watching her, sneering at her. It was no time for pride, though. She must simply obey orders, gratify their lusts no matter how long it took, and then get away from this place ...
"I suppose you two are going to spend the afternoon balling that little slut," Carol said enviously.
"I can't think of anything more interesting to do," Foster chuckled. "Don't worry, my dear-she'll be gone in a few hours, and next time you can hire an ugly maid."
Carol sighed. "It looks like WE won't get any attention today," she said to Trish. "Why don't you go get my little toy?"
Trish brightened. "Hey, good idea," she said, leaping off the bed and running out of the room.
Lita was vaguely curious about what Carol and Trish were up to, but mostly she was just trying not to gag on Foster's ugly limp dick. If was starting to grow now, twitching and swelling on her tongue as she sucked. It got fat and hard and hot, stuffing her mouth uncomfortably, stretching her lips. She prayed he'd take it out before it choked her.
"Ahhhhhh," Foster sighed, "excellent, my dear ... You suck cock very well ... "
Trish came back into the room carrying something. Lita's eyes widened as she recognized it-an enormous white rubber dildo. She'd heard of such things. The girls at the convent were always trying to get one. But she'd never actually seen one. It was a good nine inches long, very thick, and shaped exactly like a cock.
Trish handed the dildo to her stepmother and stretched out on the bed with a horny little sigh. "Could I please be first, Carol?" she said. "I didn't get to come with Tony, and I'm sooo horny ... "
Carol chuckled, "Oh, yes, sorry about that," she said. "I guess I owe you. Okay, you can be first."
Trish drew her knees up and wide apart, fully exposing her dainty pink slit. Carol gripped the huge white dildo firmly and wedged the knobby head into her stepdaughter's little moist cunt mouth. Slowly she eased the monstrous phallus into Irish's nipping little twat, and Trish gave a sustained cry of excitement.
"Ooooooo," the girl wailed, "oooooo, it's so BIG."
She drew her knees even farther back, opening her thirsty little box, allowing Carol to slip the gigantic dildo far up her seething cunt. Carol worked the thing expertly, jerking it in and out like a pounding erect cock. It was soon dripping with Irish's hot pussy juice. Carol licked her lips hungrily as she watched the thick rubber dildo splitting the girl's plump pink cuntlips.
"Ohhhhh, that's soooo good," Trish whined. "Move it faster, Carol ... Ahhhh, yeah, yeah ... Faster and harder ... "
Lita was shocked, but she thought by now that she wouldn't put anything past this bunch of sickies. The men paid only casual attention to the scene on the bed. No doubt they'd seen Trish and Carol playing with the dildo many times before. They seemed amused but not excited.
Foster went on blissfully pumping his erect I throbbing dick in Lita's mouth, till she thought her lips would tear. My God, didn't he ever come? The fat head butted her throat with each shove, and his strong salty juices were dripping onto her taste buds. She wanted so much to have his cock out of her mouth, but she didn't dare do anything to anger him.
Tony lounged lazily against the wall, smoking a cigarette, dividing his attention between the two groups. He watched his stepmother busily working the huge rubber dildo in his sister's cunt, and he watched his father happily fucking the maid in the mouth. Just a typical afternoon at home for the All-American Boy, Lita thought bitterly. Tony's cock was still hard as a rock, hugging his belly, but he seemed in no particular hurry to use it.
Suddenly Trish gave a piercing squeal and arched her slim body sharply upward. "EEEEE," she shrieked. "Move it harder, Carol, I'm coming ... AHHHHHHH ... "
Trish writhed, moaned, and ground her greedy cunt fiercely around the thick impalement of the dildo. Her hot cream gushed out to puddle on the bed. Carol industriously worked the fake cock in her stepdaughter's nipping box till the girl finally quieted.
"Oh, wow," Trish sighed as Carol removed the dildo, "I really needed that."
To Lita's great relief, Foster finally got off her chest, pulling his swollen spit-soaked prick from her mouth. She gasped for breath and rubbed her sore jaw muscles. Foster stood over her with a malicious look, as if devising some new way to humiliate her. Then he grinned, snapped his fingers, and turned to his women.
"Let's get her up here on the bed," he said, "and try that thing on her."
"Why not?" Carol laughed. "It might be amusing."
"Oh, God, NO," Lita shouted.
That was one humiliation she couldn't endure, to have them all watching and sneering while someone worked that obscene rubber cock in her cunt. She didn't care what threats they made, she was getting out of this crazy house. She leaped to her feet and ran for the door. Unfortunately, Tony was ready for just such a, move. He sprang after her, catching her around the waist, and dragged her over to the bed.
"No, no, oh, please," Lita wept, "not THAT ... "
They threw her down on the bed, and Trish knelt on her shoulders. Tony and Foster seized her legs and drew them wide open. Carol stood at the foot of the bed holding the enormous white dildo, still slick and shiny with Trish's cream. Lita wailed in terror and struggled with all her might, but she couldn't get free.
"This is what happens to bad little maids who spy," Carol said grimly.
"Noooo," Lita moaned-but she knew there was no stopping them. The others watched intently, gleefully, as Carol crawled up on the bed and knelt between Lita's outstretched legs. The grim-faced blonde, pressed the enormous dildo head against the small mouth of Lita's cunt and started pushing the thing into her.
"Ahhh, God, NO, it's too big," Lita whined.
"Too bad," said Carol. "This will teach you to spy on us,"
Lita felt the huge hard cold dildo stretching her dainty red cunt lips almost to bursting, stuffing her tiny twat till she could hardly breathe. It was enormous, but actually not much bigger than Miles' cock. She remembered what she'd learned with Miles-and she quickly relaxed her cunt muscles, letting herself go slack and loose. Only that way could she escape being split and torn by the monstrous fake cock.
"Take it," Carol panted, "take it all, you little bitch."
Lita realized that the whole Barton family was becoming hotly excited. It figured, she thought grimly. Nothing would turn them on like a little sexual sadism. Foster and Tony were panting, and Trish was leaning far over her to watch the big dildo going into her. Carol's robe had fallen open, revealing not a stitch of clothing underneath, and Lita could see bright pussy juice streaming down her thighs.
"Now let's see how you like this," Carol said hoarsely. "Let's see if you're a real woman or not ... "
She began to jerk the huge thick dildo fast and hard in Lita's cunt. Lita gasped-and then to her horror she found the huge jerking dildo felt really GOOD. It reminded her too much of Miles' giant cock, and her body responded immediately with a hot gush of cream. She clenched her teeth to stifle her excited cries, but she couldn't stop the telltale juicing of her greedy little twat.
They saw it, too, the hot rush of pussy juice that streamed out around the jerking dildo and puddled on the bed. They saw Lita's ripe pointed tits swelling up taut with arousal, her curvy little body flushing hotly all over. She couldn't disguise her enjoyment.
"She likes it, all right," Trish sneered.
"I suspected as much," said Carol. "Her kind will get off on almost anything."
You should talk, bitch, Lita thought angrily.
But in spite of her anger and shame, she couldn't help responding to the powerful thick deep thrusts of the dildo. It felt terrific. She could well understand why Carol kept such a thing in the house. When there was no man available, it would come in really handy. The girls at the convent would have loved it ...
"God, yes, she likes it," Tony said breathlessly. Like the others, he bent over her excitedly, watching her eagerly.
Lita felt herself hovering on the brink of orgasm. For a moment she tried to resist it, but then she thought, What the hell, why not? She had nothing more to lose. Carol went on expertly working the big hard rubber prick in her famished cunt, and with a shrill cry Lita gave herself up to it, writhing around its delicious impalement.
"Don't let her come," Foster snapped.
Carol instantly withdrew the dildo, and Lita moaned with frustration. They let go of her, and she curled up in a tight ball, her cheated pussy swollen and soaked and aching. Damn, damn them all, why hadn't they given her the release she so desperately needed? Was it necessary to be that cruel?
"I wanted her hot for us," Foster said. "Carol, Trish, don't let her get away."
The women stood poised to grab Lita if she tried to escape, but her resistance was gone. She just lay there on the bed whimpering, so horny she could have screamed. She didn't give a shit what other tortures they had in mind. She knew now what their game was-drive her to the edge of climax, then withhold gratification. It could go on and on ... Lita sobbed with need.
Foster Barton crawled over to her, facing her, and drew her leg up around his waist. Lita felt his hot breath and heard him panting with excitement. She felt the hard hot little head of his erect cock skidding around in the plump swollen meat of her pussy. Then he managed to find her cunt, and his slim but rigidly stiff dick eased into her. Instinctively she moaned and tightened her starved box around his cock. She hated the man, but, God, how she needed to be fucked ...
Foster chuckled. "She's ready, all right," he said. "She wants it now ... Just watch ... "
Grunting happily, he began to work his cock in her, giving her hard short jabs that deliciously teased her hungry wet cunt. Lita could not help herself. She moaned blissfully and worked her pussy in time to his strokes, creaming hotly around his poking prick. Obviously her horny little twat had no conscience. It simply wanted a good stiff cock, no matter who owned it.
"God, that's turning me on," Carol said huskily. "I know just how she feels. Trish, get my little toy, please ... "
Carol stretched out on the bed close to her husband and spread her long legs lewdly wide. Trish knelt between her thighs and quickly slipped the big dildo into her. Carol gave a howl of joy-and went on howling as her stepdaughter quickly and expertly jerked the thick long dildo in her seething twat.
Lita no longer cared what those sick bitches did, so long as she got the release she needed. Foster's skinny hard prick wasn't nearly as exciting as Miles' huge dong, but it would do the job. She whined blissfully as he fucked her, her fiery little cunt nipping and squeezing and creaming.
"Okay, son," Foster panted, "you'd better get your share of the action before I come. You were right-her cunt's incredibly tight."
Lita didn't know what he was babbling about and didn't care. She just tightened her seething cunt around his jerking dick and enjoyed herself. Then she felt Tony pressing his long lean body against her back, felt his stiff red-hot dick slipping into the plump crease of her ass. What the hell ... ?
"What are you doing?" Lita cried. "You can't both-"
She didn't finish because just then she realized what Tony meant to do to her. She felt the huge hard creamy head of his cock pressing determinedly against her tiny tight asshole. He was going to fuck her in the ass while his father fucked her cunt ...
"NOOOOO," Lita screamed.
Foster chuckled and held her immobile while Tony, panting and snorting with excitement, managed to pop the bulbous hard head of his erect prick into the tiny tight mouth of Lita's bumhole. Tony whined with excitement and began shoving his thick meat into her ass, stretching the narrow untried hole almost to bursting.
"Oooooo, noooo," Lita sobbed.
The pain was terrible. She tried relaxing her rectal muscles, just as she'd relaxed her cunt for the dildo-and it worked. Tony's thick meat somehow slid all the way up her burning little bumhole without hurting her. Lita gasped for breath. She was so stuffed with cock, one in her cunt and one in her ass, that she could hardly breathe.
"Awww, Jesus," Tony whined, "incredible ... So tight ... "
His cock started jerking in her, in perfect time with his father's stiff deep strokes. Their hard probing cocks were only a thin membrane apart, nibbing against each other, adding to their excitement. The two men panted, moaned, and balled her harder and harder ...
For a moment Lita thought her belly would burst, with the pressure of two pounding pricks, but in a moment, to her wonder, she found herself enjoying the double rape enormously. Two cocks at once, in her cunt and ass, felt fantastically good. Adding to her crazy excitement was Carol's hoarse lusty cries as Trish worked the big rubber dick deep and hard in her insatiable cunt. Lita felt herself drifting away on a strong tide of pleasure.
"OOOOO," she wailed, "YES ... Yes, ball my ass, ball my cunt ... Ahhhhh, God, it's so GOOD ... "
In a moment she was coming, writhing and screeching her joy as the two stiff cocks pounded furiously and savagely in her tiny tight asshole and juicy searing cunt. The men came right along with her, steamy blasts of come filling and overflowing her two tight holes. Lita couldn't quiet her blissful howls. She knew she'd never sink lower than this, but it felt so damned good ...
Dizzily she felt the two limp wet cocks slipping out of her body, and then she was alone on the bed, the whole Barton family standing and sneering at her. She blushed furiously as she realized what she'd done, giving way like a shameless slut to all those dirty pleasures.
"Pack your things and get out," said Carol. "You're finished here. And remember, if you ever tell what you saw, you'll pay for it."
Lita didn't waste any time getting out of the house. She raced to her room, leaving her torn uniform behind, and quickly tossed her few belongings into her cheap suitcase. She was never going to tell on the Barton's, because then they could tell on her-and she'd die of shame if anyone ever found out how she'd behaved today.
Only as she left the house did she wonder where she'd go and how she'd earn a living. She didn't have a dime to her name, no training for any kind of job. She saw Miles polishing one of the cars, and she ran to him, sobbing.
"Hey, kid, what's wrong?" Miles exclaimed. "You got your suitcase-did they fire you?"
"Yes," Lita said tearfully. "And-and they raped me, Miles. They made me do such awful things. Oh, God, you've got to help me. I don't know where to go or what to do. I don't have any money ... "
Miles was looking at her oddly. He said, "Kid, I can help you, but only if you tell me the honest truth about one thing. When they made you do those things-did you like it?"
Lita blushed clear down to her toes but admitted, "Yes, I'm afraid I did."
Miles grinned broadly. "Good," he said. "That fits right in with my plans ... "
CHAPTER NINE
Three months after the day she left the Barton mansion, Lita found herself kneeling on a thick pile carpet, giving a blow job to a complete stranger. The whole thing was Miles' idea, but she had to admit she didn't mind-not like she'd minded in the beginning.
At first she thought Miles was crazy when he proposed that they both leave the Barton's and start a call girl service, with Lita as the main girl. She'd never imagined herself as a whore. But when Miles started teaching her the tricks of the trade, all the delicious things she could do to a man in bed, her interest picked up quickly.
After only a month she knew she'd found her calling. She really enjoyed the work. Miles took care of any John who misbehaved, and after his reputation got around, there weren't many of those. Lita felt free to be herself, the real self she'd kept suppressed all those years in the convent.
She was a woman who sincerely enjoyed pleasing men. She was proving it right now with her latest John. He was a skinny balding little guy called Fred, shy and ill at ease, and Lita immediately set out to do her best for him, leading him into the luxuriously furnished room Miles had designed.
"Let me take off your clothes, Fred," she said, smiling. "As you see, I'm practically undressed myself."
Fred could see that. In spite of his shyness and nervousness, the little man couldn't help gawking at Lita. Her opulent olive-skinned body was barely concealed in a filmy blue negligee. He could see the outline of her figure as she moved, even the brown points of her breasts and the shadowy triangle of her mons.
"W-Whatever you think best," he said timidly. "I-I've never done this before."
Lita smiled and approached him, the gold carpet deep and soft under her bare feet. Somehow Miles had found money for the whole operation. She suspected he might have blackmailed Foster Barton for some of it, but that wasn't her concern. Barton had more money than he knew what to do with anyhow.
"Just relax, Fred," she purred. "You're going to have a lot of fun tonight ... "
Fred managed a nervous little smile as Lita began to unbutton his shirt. As she undressed Fred, she marveled at how quickly she'd taken to this kind of work. It just came naturally to her. No one would have guessed she'd only been hustling for three months. She deftly and quickly removed Fred's clothes, noting his small limp cock. Probably he was self-conscious about it-she would have to reassure him.
"Would you like to undress me, Fred?" she said pleasantly.
"Oh-why, yes," Fred said, obviously delighted.
He was clumsy, his hands trembling, but he finally managed to get her negligee open. It slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor, uncovering her big ripe thrusting tits and the lush raven-black expanse of her muff. Fred gawked at her body in awe and admiration.
"It's all right, dear," she said. "You can touch me."
He hesitated a moment, then heaved a big sigh and reached out timidly to touch her. His hands were small, hot and sweaty. He cupped the heavy satiny cones of her tits and sighed again. He ran his hands all over her large firm tits, shyly caressing the light brown nipples. His cock didn't get hard, though. This man was very bashful, very nervous.
Lita purred and rubbed against him, moving her soft curly bush suggestively back and forth over his little limp cock. Fred blushed hotly and began to breathe loud and fast. She didn't care that he was clumsy and ugly. He was a man in need, and that was all that mattered. She liked doing her job well, giving her customers their money's worth.
As for the money itself, she didn't even have to worry about collecting it. Miles was waiting in his office, just a few doors down the hall, to get the money when the John left. Nobody with any brains was going to cross a man as big and mean-looking as Miles. So all Lita had to worry about was pleasing her man-and she knew she was very good at that.
"Just what would-you like to do tonight, Fred?" she asked softly. "Any particular thing you've been dreaming about?"
Again he blushed hotly and got nervous, but her gentle caresses encouraged him. "Well," he said, "there is one thing ... My wife would never do it, but perhaps you ... If you wouldn't mind ... "
Lita was used to strange requests, and she always granted them if they involved no pain. There were quite a few men who liked to put on items of her clothing when they made love, and one funny little fat guy who liked to lie naked over her lap and have her spank him lightly with her hand. She wondered what Fred's fantasy was.
"Go on," she said, "don't be afraid to tell me. I'm here to do whatever I can to please you."
Fred swallowed hard and said nervously, "I'd love it if you'd suck my cock."
Lita suppressed a smile. Poor Fred, he thought that was really something outlandish. Half her customers wanted their cocks sucked, if he only knew. Still standing in Fred's timid embrace, she reached down and curled her hand around his tiny soft cock, giving it an encouraging squeeze.
"Of course, darling," she murmured. "I'd love to suck your cock."
Fred blushed again, this time with excitement and pleasure. He was ready to go. Lita grinned and led him over to the king-size bed with its fake animal fur cover. She maneuvered him to sit on the edge of the bed, and she went to her knees before him. Fred licked his lips and sighed, hardly able to believe that his fondest erotic wish was about to come true.
"You just relax, Fred, darling," she said. "You're going to enjoy this very much."
"Oh, Christ, I bet I am," Fred sighed.
Snuggling in between Fred's skinny pale legs, Lita lifted his soft pale little dick on her palm and inspected it. Clean, circumcised, with a faint trace of blue veins, it ended in a small cherry-red head. His sparse bush was brown, his limp wrinkled balls a rosy flush of red. He was a neat tidy little man who probably didn't see much action. Well, she'd make this a night for him to remember ...
She bent over his soft little milky-white prick, stuck out her tongue and started to lick the doughy little sausage, lapping gently and teasingly up and down the rubbery stalk. Fred made a high shrill noise like an excited colt, and she felt him shivering all over with excitement and pleasure. She licked slowly down through his thin brown bush and used her stiff wet tongue tip to tickle his balls.
"Awwwww," Fred moaned, "awwwww, my God ... "
She took her time with him, lapping and licking and tickling all over his small flaccid nuts and cock, till Fred was moaning continuously and panting. Only then did she lift the limp little prick to her lips and suck it slowly, tantalizingly, into the fiery wet heat of her mouth. Fred's cry was shrill and prolonged.
"Ahhhhh, God," he whined, "yes, yesss ... All my life I've wanted this ... Fantastic ... Yes, suck my cock, please, till I come ... "
Lita was happy that he was pleased. She loved fulfilling men's fantasies, doing the things their wives and girlfriends wouldn't do. She liked making men happy. In giving Fred his first blow job, she was determined also to make it the best.
She began sucking him slowly, building up his excitement gradually. She pulled in her cheeks, raised her tongue, and trapped his doughy little prick in a slick hot nest of wet flesh. She sucked his elastic little peter out long and skinny, then let it snap back. She tickled it with her tongue.
"Awwwwww," Fred wailed, "wonderful ... Better than I'd dreamed ..."
His cries were so loud and shrill that she knew Miles would be coming to investigate. It was just a precaution, to make sure Lita was okay, and the customer would never know about it. As she continued her slow teasing of Fred's cock, she glanced at a large framed photo of the California coast, a seascape. Presently she saw the peephole opening in the waves, Miles' big green eye blinking at her. She slowly closed her left eye, the signal that everything was okay. The peephole closed.
Sometimes Miles would look through the peephole just for kicks, but not often. He really wasn't into that kind of thing. But there were customers whose favorite thing was watching and jacking off. For them there was a one-way mirror to look through from an adjoining room. Miles always told her when such men were scheduled. She didn't like surprises.
Fred's cock was finally starting to get hard. In spite of his extreme shyness and anxiety, in spite of his shame at patronizing a hooker for the first time in his life, Lita's expert sucking was getting to him. She prided herself on being able to get even the most nervous man hard.
"Oh, God, oh, God," Fred chanted.
His little cock gave a violent lurch on her tongue, then started to swell and fatten. Lita sucked harder and faster, encouraging him, and she felt the pitiful little limp dick growing into a stiff fat six-incher. Fred wasn't so pitiful after all. His cock throbbed with arousal, and tasty cock-juice dribbled onto her tongue.
"Will you-will you please let me come in your mouth?" Fred panted.
Lita nodded, smiling as best she could with her lips stretched by his fat hard stalk. She sucked his rigid pulsing meat faster and faster, pulling the hard drooling head right into her slick hot throat. Fred began to squeal continuously, loud and shrill. If Miles hadn't checked up before, he would surely have come running now. "EEEEEE," Fred wailed.
Lita glanced up at him, even as she continued her busy hard sucking. The little man's face was flushed and ecstatic, his small eyes rolling crazily, his mouth open in a lewd grin of pleasure. The guy was obviously having the time of his life, and that made Lita proud. She wanted to make sure he remembered this moment all his life.
She suddenly swallowed the head of his cock, her slick silky throat muscles squeezing it possessively. Fred squealed and shot up in the air, then bounced down again hard, coming helplessly. Jet after jet of steamy thick jism shot into Lita's throat, and she swallowed it all, adding to his squealing pleasure.
"AHHHHHHH, GOD," Fred shrieked.
The mighty orgasm shook him for long blissful moments, and then at last he fell backwards, his little limp wet prick slipping from her mouth. Lita, smiling with satisfaction, let him lie there and catch his breath. She was pleased to have done her job well.
"I hope you're pleased, Fred," she said.
He sighed loudly. "It was everything I dreamed and more," he said. "For years I've begged my wife to do it, even promised her expensive gifts, but she refused. She said it was dirty."
"Sex is never dirty," Lita said, "unless it's hurting someone."
"I agree," Fred replied, "but unfortunately my wife doesn't. But to hell with her. I got what I wanted, and it was great."
"I'm glad for that, Fred," said Lita. "I hope you'll come back and see me again sometime."
"Oh, I will," Fred said earnestly as she helped him into his clothes. "You can bet I will. I'd like to see you every week, if possible."
"That would be fine, darling," she said. "Just ask for Lita."
Fred left, humming softly and smugly to himself, and in a few minutes Miles entered her room. He was grinning and patting his back pocket where his wallet bulged.
"That guy tipped you twenty bucks," he said. "At this rate, we're gonna be rich fast, baby."
Lita smiled as she brushed out, her thick glossy black hair. "Any more customers tonight?" she said.
"Just one," said Miles. "This one wants to watch."
Lita felt a little tingle of excitement. With only one customer, one who wanted to watch, she had to have a partner, and of necessity it would be Miles. She still loved to fuck Miles. Most of the time with the customers, she might get mildly excited and sometimes even come, but she still got wildly hot for Miles and his super-cock.
"Okay," she said, "when do we start?"
"In just a minute," said Miles, "as soon as I get the customer seated. You might as well leave your clothes off. Oh, and, baby, the customer wants to see the whole routine, everything you do."
"All right, Miles," she said placidly.
He left the room to greet the customer, and Lita hummed to herself as she waited. Miles had taught her everything she knew, but she still liked to have him show her again. She felt her pussy growing rapidly eager, plump and moist and hot. She remembered back three months ago when she had feared Miles' huge cock, and she laughed at herself. Miles had been right, then-she'd just needed breaking in.
Miles came back and started to strip.
"Everything's set up," she said. "Let's get to work."
It always amused Lita when Miles referred to their business as "work." To her it was pure pleasure. She went over and lay down on the bed, watching hungrily as he undressed. His huge limp cock swung out of his pants like some giant obscene sausage, and she felt a hot gush of juice from her cunt ...
The large one-way mirror was placed on the wall beside the bed. In the little room on the other side of the wall, the customer had an excellent close view of the action, almost as if he were there himself. Lita had to train herself not to look at the mirror. She was afraid she'd wink at the unseen observer.
Miles climbed onto the bed and dived for her pussy. That was always the first step in their complete show for the Johns who liked to watch. Obediently Lita opened her legs wide, drawing her knees up to her big thrusting tits, exposing her pretty red gash with its curly fringe of black hair. She felt Miles' thick wet tongue racing back and forth over her crotch.
"Ummmm," she purred, "yes, yes, darling, eat meee ... "
Her noises of lusty contentment weren't faked. She knew they added to the watcher's excitement, but she would have made them even if no one was watching. She loved to have her pussy licked, and Miles did it better than anyone else. As his big wet tongue worked busily in her gash, she creamed hotly, helplessly in his face.
He began with her tiny clenched bumhole and worked slowly upward. She loved the naughty teasing tickle of his slick tongue tip on her sensitive little brownie. Sometimes, like tonight, he stuck his tongue right in there, briefly and deliciously reaming her asshole. She felt his hot slick tongue snaking 'aside, and she squealed with pleasure.
"Oooooo, yes, Miles," she cried, "lick my ass ... "
The customer, whoever he was, must already be hotly excited. He could hear as well as see the action on the bed, and Lita knew he'd be aroused by the sight of a big-breasted Latin-type girl squealing for her lover to lick her asshole. Miles briefly probed her tight bumhole with his thick tongue, then moved upward in her crotch.
"Ummmm, yes, yes," Lita purred.
His thick expert tongue was snaking into the plump pink lips of her pussy, tickling, teasing, then rimming the very mouth of her cunt. Lita moaned ecstatically and creamed right in his face. She knew her shameless cunt mouth was opening and closing, gasping hungrily, wanting his penetration. He gave it to her, thrusting his thick hot tongue deep into her burning cunt.
"AHHHHHHH," she wailed, arching her body upward, taking his snaking tongue as deep as possible into her ever-hungry little box. "Yes, yes, darling, put your tongue up my cunt ... "
She ground her pussy eagerly around the tickling probing impalement, loving the wicked feel of his tongue inside her, creaming hotly and helplessly. Miles' tongue was very long, and he could actually lick the neck of her womb. That drove her crazy. She was panting and whimpering, almost ready to come, by the time he removed his tongue from her scalding box and licked even higher in her crotch.
She felt the big hot tongue sneaking into the plump crease of her furry mons lips, searching out her clit. It found the sensitive little button and began to lash and tickle. Lita moaned blissfully and opened her legs as wide as she could, both to give Miles more room to work and to display the action to their unseen watcher.
"Ummmmm," she whined, "ummm, sooo good ... Yes, yes, lick my clit, darling ... "
Poor Miles must be practically drowning in her gushing pussy juice, she thought, but he valiantly kept up his role a minute longer, tonguing her greedy little joy button till she was squealing with pleasure. Then at last he rolled away from her, sighing and wiping her sticky cream from his face.
Lita was right after him, ready to do her bit for the show. Miles lay on his back, flushed and panting, his cock still limp. She scrambled between his powerful hairy legs and bent down to lick the soft pale prick. Miles sighed more loudly and grinned down at her.
"Yeah, doll," he said, "lick that meat ... Get it hard, baby ... "
She didn't have to be urged. After that delicious pussy eating, she was famished for his cock. It wasn't going to do her any good limp, however, so she'd better get to work-and do her work well. With a hungry hoarse moan she fastened her lips around the big spongy head of his dick and sucked his big flaccid cock into her mouth.
"AWWWWW," Miles bawled, "yeah, yeah, suck me, doll ... "
He wasn't faking his excitement. She always made him yell like that with her first deep hungry sucking. Miles told her she was the best cocksucker he'd ever known, and she was proud of her natural ability. Swiftly she sucked his fat soft cock in all the way to his big bristly balls. She sucked him fast and hungrily.
"Go, baby, go," Miles panted. "Make it stiff ... "
That never took long with Miles. He loved having his cock sucked. She mouthed him hungrily for perhaps thirty seconds, and then it started, the twitching and swelling and growing. His already huge prick ballooned on her tongue, wedged into her throat, and stretched her lips almost to bursting. Delicious hot cock-juice dribbled onto her taste buds. She sucked him harder, faster ...
"Hey, okay, enough," Miles gasped, quickly rolling away from her.
He was afraid of coming too soon and spoiling the show, Lita knew. His gigantic stiff cock wagged heavily as he rolled onto his hands and knees. The expression "hung like a horse" was never more appropriate than in Miles' case. Just looking at that giant swollen cock was enough to make scalding pussy cream dribble down her thighs.
"Come on, baby," Miles grinned, "let's ball. Let's do it like doggies, okay?"
Lita obediently rolled onto her hands and knees and stuck her pert round ass in the air. She didn't care what position they did it in, just as long as they did it. She quivered with horny impatience as Miles crawled up behind her and wedged the huge hard purple head of his cock into her dribbling little cunt mouth. He pushed into her, and pleasure blasted her body.
"OOOOO," she wailed, "yes, yes, Miles, put it in meee ... Deep, darling, as deep as you can ... "
Again her excitement and her wicked words of encouragement weren't faked. She wanted Miles' big cock desperately, urgently. He pushed steadily into her, penetrating and stuffing her in one long delicious thrust, and Lita wailed with delight and clawed the bed. Her helpless cunt cream boiled around his dick and spilled out to trickle down her thighs.
"Ahhhhh, God, yes, YES," she cried.
Miles fucked her in slow deep strokes, and she forgot everything, even their audience, as she gave herself up to the biggest pleasure of her young life. Nothing, she thought, was better than fucking. She was so dizzy with pleasure that she hardly noticed it when Miles suddenly slipped his cock from her cunt and pressed the fiery hard head against the tiny wrinkled mouth of her asshole.
"Steady, baby, steady," he panted. "There's just one thing I haven't taught you yet ... "
Lita panicked for a moment. True, she'd been balled in the ass once before, by Tony Barton, but Tony's cock was average in size, and Miles had a prick like an elephant. She was afraid that enormous dick would split her little, bumhole in half. Yet at the same time she knew she was eager for it, wickedly eager to be bum-fucked by Miles. She relaxed her anal muscles ...
"Yeah, that's my girl," Miles panted, "that's good ... Take my cock in your ass, baby, take it ... "
She felt the incredible stuffing of her tiny clinging asshole by Miles' thick long cock. He went very deep into her, deeper than Tony could have managed. She seemed totally full of cock, full almost to bursting-but it felt fantastically good.
"Oooooo, yes, Miles," she whined, "fuck my ass ... "
He had to move slowly, his cock was so hotly and tightly gripped by her tiny brownie, and he buggered her in long slow deep thrusts. Lita started coming almost instantly, and she kept coming in eave after wave of pleasure during the short time Miles fucked her asshole. She would have liked to do it even longer, but the deliciously tight fit was too much for Miles. He soon bellowed and shot her bowels full of steamy jism.
"Holy Christ," he moaned, rolling off her. "I never fucked anything so tight in my life ... "
Lita collapsed onto her belly, sighing happily. Now she'd done everything there was to do in bed, learned everything Miles had to teach her. She was going to make a lot of men very happy, she was sure of that.
"One more thing, baby," Miles said. "Our customer wants to come in here now."
Lita smiled and nodded drowsily. The request wasn't unusual. Often the John would get so turned on watching them that he'd want to come in afterwards and fuck Lita. She didn't mind. She could use another good fuck tonight before she turned in for a well-earned rest.
The door opened, and in walked a tall curvy beautiful red-haired woman.
Lita gawked at the smiling woman, who was elegantly dressed in the height of fashion. What the hell ... ? She'd heard of a lot of weird trips, but never a WOMAN who liked to come to a cat house and watch people getting it on. This must be some really strange chick.
"Lita, this is Peggy," Miles said. "She'll be working with us."
Lita started to laugh as she shook Peggy's hand. "My God," she said, "for a minute I thought you were a customer."
Peggy laughed, too. "Oh, no," she said, "I just wanted to watch your routine, see what I'd be doing if I took the job. I think I can handle all that."
"Great," said Miles. "Now we can have more customers and Lita can get a little rest."
He was all business, but Peggy wasn't. Her pretty face was flushed, and she kept glancing hungrily at Miles' enormous limp wet cock. She started to take off her clothes, and Miles stared at her.
"Hey, doll," he said, "you don't have to go to work right now. Tomorrow will be okay."
"Oh, but Miles," Peggy purred, "I WANT to ... "
Men were pretty dense sometimes, Lita thought. Even as Miles ogled Peggy's fantastic tall creamy body, he didn't dig that she was hot for him. Lita giggled and moved closer to curl her fingers around Ms limp moist prick and start pumping it. Miles gawked at her, completely confused.
"You better get this thing hard, darling," Lita laughed. "I think Peggy would like to sample it."
Miles finally got the point. Soon, as she lay close and watched Peggy and Miles balling, Lita had a chance to consider what her life might be like as Miles increased his stable of girls. Perhaps she wouldn't be his favorite any more, perhaps he wouldn't ball her quite so often.
That was all right. There were plenty of other men-and the thing she liked best was to please them ...
