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…