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…
"Ummmm, nice," Foster sighed. "Lick my nuts, too, baby… ”
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…
"Do my balls, too, baby," Foster whined, "squeeze ‘em… Oh, yeah… ”
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.
"That's good, baby," Foster panted, "yeah, that's enough… ”
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…