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.