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 fiancй. 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… ”