The next morning when her alarm went off, Lita automatically leaped out of bed-then winced and groaned. Her poor little pussy was so sore, it hurt to move. She dressed very gingerly. My God, how long had she and Miles fucked last night? Her memory was hazy. He'd given her lots of drinks to loosen her up. They'd made it again and again, till she lost track of how many times she'd come.
Lita smiled ruefully to herself. Live and learn, she thought. She no longer despised the big brutish chauffeur, no longer feared his huge prick. Miles was a fantastic lay. Just thinking about him, she felt hot creaming in her pussy in spite of its bruised condition, Tony no longer appealed to her. He was just a kid…
Though she hadn't had enough sleep and winced when she walked, Lita went humming to work. She had a lover now, a real man, who could teach her everything she wanted to know about sex. She'd dreamed of this for years, all those horny sexless years in the convent. She'd vowed that as soon as she escaped that place, she'd fuck up a storm. She knew Miles would gladly cooperate in that ambition.
She couldn't clean any of the bedrooms that morning because every member of the Barton family was still in bed, hungover and cross as bears. The party had still been going on at dawn when Lita sneaked back from Miles’ cabin. She didn't feel a bit sorry for those rich snobs. They'd all snubbed her, and she wished them the worst hangovers possible.
She cleaned downstairs until finally a buzzer summoned her to the master bedroom. She found Foster Barton still asleep, sweaty and grey-faced, and Carol Barton sitting on the edge of the bed holding her head.
"Bring me a Bloody Mary, fast," Carol moaned.
"Yes, ma'am," Lita said, barely containing a grin.
She brought the drink, and Carol almost gulped it. The slim blonde got to her feet moaning, her hair tousled, her face pale. Still even in that condition she looked damned good, Lita had to admit. She felt a little twinge of excitement remembering Carol last night, balling that young blonde stud-but she felt no envy. She'd had a better time, she was sure.
"Have another drink ready for me when I get out of the shower," Carol said, "but be careful not to wake Mr. Barton. He needs his sleep.”
While Carol showered, Lita quietly tidied the room and removed Carol's rumpled nightgown and party clothes. After awhile one slim arm emerged from the bathroom door, and Lita popped another Bloody Mary into the waiting hand. Carol snatched the drink and closed the door, not even bothering to say thank you.
Lita shrugged and went on her way. After putting the soiled clothes down the laundry chute, she decided it would be wise to go back and see if Carol wanted another drink. The mistress of the house would be impossible to live with till she dulled the pain of her hangover. Lita hoped for an easy day, so she could slip out and see Miles…
She started down the hall, when she heard the door of the master bedroom opening. On impulse she ducked into an alcove. Presently Carol Barton swept past her, fresh and scrubbed in a filmy blue negligee. She looked almost feverishly determined about something. She went directly to the room where her stepson, Tony Barton, slept. She turned the knob quietly, slipped inside, and locked the door.
Lita burned with curiosity. What was Carol doing in Tony's room? Why the urgent look on her face? Lita hurried over to Tony's door, knelt, and looked through the keyhole. Tony was totally sacked out, an inert lump under rumpled covers. Carol approached the bed, reached out, and shook his shoulder.
"Tony," Carol said briskly, "Tony, wake up.”
"Whathahell," Tony muttered, opening one eye. "Whaddya want?”
"You know damned well what I want,” Carol said, "and I want it NOW.”
Tony blinked and sat up, throwing back the covers. He was naked. He yawned and stretched, then staggered to his feet and headed for his private bathroom. He left the door open while he took a long noisy piss. Meanwhile Carol opened the curtains and let in the bright yellow sunlight.
"Tony," she said, wrinkling her nose in distaste, "this place smells like a goat pen.”
"Yeah?" he called. "Well, if you don't like it, go fuck my beloved father.”
Carol started straightening up the bed. Tony emerged from the bathroom yawning and scratching his chest. His pale limp cock flopped loosely in its nest of brown tight curls. He fell back onto the bed with a moan.
"Oh, Jesus," he said, "what a head.”
"Me, too," Carol said pointedly, walking over to the bed.
Tony sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said, "hangovers make you horny. Why don't you get Dad to take care of you?”
Carol laughed grimly. "He's out for the count," she said. "He couldn't get it up on a bet, not this morning. Besides, Tony darling, you know I prefer you… ”
She slipped her filmy negligee from her shoulders and let the garment drift to the floor. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. For a woman in her mid-thirties she looked great, her breasts large and high and firm, her skin tan and smooth and flawless. Tony's interest began to pick up. He eyed her appreciatively as she slipped onto the bed beside him.
"Dad would shit himself if he knew we were balling," he said.
Carol laughed. "You're so innocent," she said. "He knows about it. He considers it good training for you.”
Tony reddened. "Sometimes I wonder about you two," he said. "You sure have a weird marriage.”
"We're no more 'weird’ than you are, darling," Carol said with a touch of irritation. "After all, you didn't hesitate to fuck your own stepmother the first time I asked you. But this conversation is boring me. Let's do something more interesting.”
She rolled over onto her belly, bringing her face over his lap. Lazily she slipped a hand under his pale limp cock and used the other hand to pet the doughy little sausage. Tony gave a snort of excitement and sat up, leaning against the pillows, so he could watch his beautiful stepmother playing with his prick.
"Did you get laid last night, darling?" she said idly.
Tony chuckled. "Yeah, I balled Danielle while she was talking to the Baron. We were on the balcony, him on the patio. He didn't see me, didn't have any idea I was screwing his fiancйe, poor old fart.”
Carol laughed. "Why, darling, how wicked," she said. "I had my own little adventure. I finally put out for Tod Brown.”
"Oh, yeah?" Tony grinned. "The famous jock? Was he any good?”
"Vigorous," said Carol, "but unskilled.”
Lita shook her head in wonder. These people seemed totally without morals. They ratted on the people they fucked, told about it as if it were nothing. And Carol Barton was about to fuck her own stepson. Was she so jaded that she needed incest to excite her?
Carol stroked Tony's limp warm prick, then bent lower and stuck out her little pink tongue and lapped the soft blue-veined cock slowly, up and down, up and down, from his crisp brown bush to the reddish rubbery head. Tony sighed happily but made no move to touch the lovely woman who was turning him on. Like all women, she was just a convenience to him. He was rich and handsome, and the girls came to him, not vice-versa.
"Is Danielle still the great piece of ass you always thought she was?" Carol inquired.
"Among the best," Tony sighed. "Tight little box, good action. She's sure gonna be wasted on that senile old fart.”
"Yes," Carol said pointedly, "there are disadvantages to marrying older men for their money.”
Tony cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sorry you married my Dad?”
"No, I guess not," said Carol. "At least not as long as you're living here.”
And with that she stuffed his limp fat cock into her mouth, sucked it in clear to his rosy round balls in one hungry motion. Tony lurched violently and went red in the face. He sagged back against the pillows, groaning, as his blonde stepmother began sucking his dick fast and juicily.
"Awwwwww, Christ," he sighed, "you eat cock better than anybody I know, Carol.”
Lita felt a strange mixture of emotions as she watched Carol Barton's blonde head bobbing up and down over her stepson's lap. She felt shocked that a woman would make love to her own husband's son, but she also felt powerfully aroused. Cocksucking was something she hadn't experienced yet, but she was definitely looking forward to it. It looked like a real turn-on.
Carol's head jerked faster and faster, and she made an obscene loud slurping noise as she hungrily sucked Tony's dick. Tony was flushed with pleasure, his brown eyes rolling, his tongue creeping out to lick his lips. He was whining softly, steadily.
"Take it in your throat, Carol," he gasped, "swallow my dick… ”
Carol's throat bulged as she permitted his swelling cock to slide right into her throat. She knew how to do it, didn't even gag. As her tight slick throat lining closed around the sensitive head of his prick, Tony whined shrilly and clenched his teeth. Lita could see his rosy nut sacs swelling up taut and stiff, and she assumed his cock was doing the same thing.
"Okay, good, enough," Tony gasped. "Awwwww, Jesus… ”
Carol lifted her tousled head from his lap, and his cock slipped from her mouth, hugely erect, swollen, and gleaming with her saliva. Tony just sat there for a moment, panting and catching his breath, but apparently Carol couldn't wait. She straddled him, knees on either side of his hips, and began moving her wet golden-fringed pussy up and down over his engorged stiff-standing meat.
Tony chuckled. "Impatient?" he said.
Carol's hot lust had blotted out her sense of humor. "Shut up," she snapped. "Shut up and fuck me, damn you.”
“Yes, Mommy," Tony said mockingly.
He seized her slim hips to still their horny writhing and slowly eased her down onto his swollen taut pale prick. Carol began to pant and whine with excitement even before he was in her. Lita had an excellent view of the whole thing, Carol's pert little butt turned toward her.
She saw Carol's scarlet moist slit, the big purple head of Tony's cock rubbing against it. Then he maneuvered his rigid dick around till the fat head popped into the steamy little pit of Carol's cunt mouth. As Lita watched, wide-eyed and hotly aroused, his thick pale prick slowly disappeared between the plump pink lips of Carol's twat. Carol's thick gleaming pussyjuice ran down the rigid stalk of his invading cock.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned hoarsely, "ohhhhhhh, God, YES… Get it in meee… I want it… ”
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back in the ecstasy of being slowly penetrated. Unobserved Tony watched her face intently. He watched her taking his cock and loving it-and he grinned wickedly, triumphantly. No doubt it was exciting for a twenty-two-year-old kid to fuck his father's wife and know that she preferred him to his old man.
"Deep enough?" he said.
“No, no, more," Carol whined, "deeper… All the way to my teeth if you can get it there, damn you… "
Tony laughed. "You're greedy, Mommy," he said.
"Don't call me that," Carol panted. "Just fuck me… Ahhhh, Tony, yes, that's good… ”
He had pushed his rigid pale cock into her all the way to his balls. Carol ground her thirsty twat around Ms hard impalement and moaned ecstatically, her hot juice flooding out onto his lap. Tony watched her, licking his lips, obviously digging her hot arousal, digging the fact that he was balling his father's pretty young wife and making her love it.
"Move it, damn you," Carol whined, "move your cock in me… I want it hard and fast.”
“Say please," said Tony with a lewd grin.
"Please, you little turd,” Carol gasped, "you conceited little bastard, you self-centered motherfucker.”
Tony laughed. "That's what I am, all right-a motherfucker. That's the literal truth. Okay, baby, you'll get what you want… ”
He suddenly began to slam his cock in her, so hard and fast that he lifted her right off the bed. Her whole body shook and jiggled with the brutal force of his fucking. Lita winced, knowing her own sore twat wouldn't take that kind of punishment, but Carol Barton obviously loved it. Her blue eyes rolled wildly, and she screamed her pleasure and clawed Tony's shoulders with her long red nails.
"Yes, yes, that's it," she wailed, “fuck me hard, hard… ”
Tony was breaking into a sweat, and his face was flushed and glazed with sensual excitement-but he wasn't through toying with his lovely stepmother. It wasn't enough for him to ball his father's woman. He seemed to need to taunt her, too. As he fucked her deep and fast and savagely, he leaned forward and watched her face intently.
"Say it," he said, "You know what I want to hear.”
Carol sighed. "Oh, must we always go through that juvenile routine?" she said.
Tony scowled. "We do if you wanta get balled," he said. "I can stop right now, take my cock out of you… ”
"All right, all right," Carol said quickly. She moaned and took more deep hard thrusts of his hard young cock. She leaned forward and kissed him, lewdly working her tongue into his throat. She leaned back, looked him in the eyes, and said hoarsely, "I love to fuck you, son.”
"That's nice, Mommy," Tony said, grinning. "I love to fuck you, too… ”
Lita felt almost nauseated. She turned away from the keyhole, unable to watch any longer. She got off on good old-fashioned sex, hearty and happy fucking, but not on sick scenes like this. Tony Barton wasn't happy until he could pretend he was balling his real mother. That was a bit too rich for Lita's blood.
She'd done all the cleaning she could do until Foster and Trish got up, and that might not be for hours. In spite of her repulsion at Tony's behavior, she had been pretty hotly aroused by watching him and Carol get it on. She decided to take a chance on sneaking out and seeing Miles.
She hurried out the servants’ door and toward Miles' cabin. Then she saw him in front of the garage, polishing one of the Barton’s numerous expensive cars. This one was a black Rolls, gleaming like a mirror from Miles' careful attention. Miles saw her coming and tossed aside his polishing rag. He mopped his forehead and grinned at her, watching the sway of her hips and the soft jiggling of her big breasts as she approached him.
"Hello," he said. "You look like you just smelled a dead fish. What's wrong?”
Lita wrinkled her face. "Those people," she said, "I just don't know about them. I saw Carol fucking Tony. Her own stepson, imagine.”
Miles shrugged. "That whole family is kinky," he said. "I don't notice it any more, I've worked here so long.”
"Kinky?" said Lita. "How do you mean?"
Miles was moving away from the car. "Aw, let's not talk about those rich creeps now, baby," he said, slipping an arm around her waist and guiding her toward his cabin. "I got more interesting things on my mind.”
Lita grinned up at him. She knew what he meant, and she had to agree it was more interesting than gossiping about the Barton family. Miles had fucked her almost senseless last night, but already she wanted him again. Her pussy was swollen, wet and hungry. She walked briskly along with him and into the cabin.
Miles closed the door and started to undress. He grinned at her. "I take it you're not mad at me any more?" he said.
Lita grinned, too, and started unbuttoning her black maid's dress. "No," she said, “I’m not mad any more.”
Miles leaned over and licked her soft pink earlobe. "My cock's not too big for you any more?" he said huskily.
Lita swayed with horny longing, "No, no, it's not too big," she said. "Not too big at all… ”
Perhaps she was being shameless, but she had so many lonely years to make up for, she couldn't help letting Miles know how she felt. She was wild for him, wild for a repetition of the heady pleasure they'd had last night. She watched the big powerful man undress, and she felt hot juice seeping from her cunt.
Lita quickly shucked her uniform and got onto Miles' bed without being asked. She smiled invitingly at him as he finished taking off his clothes, and when he approached the bed, she opened her legs, displaying her ripe red slit with its fringe of black curls. She was surprised to see that his cock was limp, a great pale doughy lump that flopped as he walked.
Miles got onto the bed beside her and idly fondled her tits, cupping and squeezing the big creamy cones, rubbing the light brown nipples with his thumbs, Lita purred and enjoyed his touch, but she was eager to be fucked. She thought it strange that Miles didn't just grab her and ball her like he'd done before.
"All those years in the convent," he said, "you never got near a guy? Is that right?" Lita nodded. "What about before that?”
"I was fourteen," said Lita. "I had a boyfriend, Luis, and I was crazy about him, but we never got beyond kissing.”
Miles grinned. "Then you have a lot to learn, don't you?" he said.
"Oh, yes," Lita sighed. "I have everything to learn.”
"Except how to fuck," said Miles. "I notice you do that pretty well. But there's other stuff I can teach you, stuff I'd like you to know.”
She didn't know quite what he was getting at, but she nodded and said, "Whatever you want, Miles. I want to please you.”
"Okay," he said. "You already know about pussy eating, but that's something a man does to a woman. There's a counterpart, a way of returning the favor, something a woman can do to a man. You know anything about that?”
Lita blushed slightly. A truthful answer involved admitting her peeping. "When I saw Tony and Carol making it," she said, "Carol pumped his dock with her hand, and then she licked it, and finally she took it in her mouth and sucked on it. Is that what you mean, Miles?”
He grinned broadly. "Yeah, that's what I mean, baby,” he said. "Now why don't you try that stuff on me?”
Lita had no objection. On the contrary, she'd been dying for her first chance to play with a cock. She sat up and knelt beside Miles' belly. His huge cock was still limp, but even in its flaccid state it was big. Her hands trembled a little with excitement as she reached out to touch a cock for the first time.
"Go ahead," Miles laughed. "It won't bite.”
Lita slipped one hand under the huge soft cock and hoisted it a little. It was heavy, hot and silky, pleasant to touch. With her other hand she began to stroke his long flaccid dick, feeling the loose smooth skin and the throbbing life inside. She smiled. She definitely liked this new game.
"Lick it, baby," Miles said, his voice getting a little hoarse.
Lita bent low over him, stuck out her little red tongue, and applied the tip gingerly to his enormous soft cock. It was not only nice to touch, it was fun to lick, too. There was a slightly salty taste that she enjoyed, and she liked the silky smooth texture of his meat. Growing bolder, she started to run her wet tongue tip up and down the long satiny length of his prick. She tickled into his reddish wiry bush and out again, up the thick doughy stalk, till she was licking the dark spongy head.
Miles sighed. "Yeah, doll, you're doing great,” he said. "Don't forget my balls. A guy digs having his balls licked.”
Lita slipped her small hand between his legs and hoisted the hot limp red nut sacs. They had a very fine coating of auburn hairs. The flesh was wrinkled and slack, but she knew it would grow taut and smooth when he got hard. She leaned down and applied her eager little tongue to the fleshy bags, tickling and lapping.
"Yeah, nice," Miles sighed, "real nice… Lick me all over, baby.”
Lita did, gladly, running her tongue from his wrinkled red balls clear up to his dull rose cock head. She did it over and over, back and forth, lapping and lashing with her hot wet tongue till his cock and balls gleamed with her saliva. She found it fun and exciting. He seemed to like it, too, sighing loudly, but he didn't get hard.
"That's real good, baby," he said finally, "but it's just for openers. Now what a guy likes best is when you take his dick in your mouth and suck on it. It's called a blow job. Do that for me, okay?”
“Yes, Miles," she said excitedly.
She'd been wanting to try sucking cock ever since her first day on the job, when she saw Carol Barton doing it to Foster. It looked like a real turn-on. Eagerly she bent over Miles and lifted his big fat soft cock to her lips. She opened her mouth, instinctively keeping her teeth shielded with her lips, and stuffed the big dull rose head of his prick inside.
"Yeah, doll, yeah," Miles snorted, flinching with sudden pleasure, "that's it, that's the way… Take it in farther… More… Oh, yeah, all the way… ”
Lita did what he wanted, sucking his whole fat soft cock into her mouth. It rested heavy on her tongue, stuffing her mouth. She began to suck on his limp meat, his furry balls rubbing against her chin. She enjoyed herself, making loud greedy slurping noises. Miles lay back grinning, his face flushed with pleasure.
"You sure learn fast, doll," he said. "You suck cock like a pro.”
Lita didn't tell him that she'd learned the technique by spying on other people. She was just copying what she'd seen Carol Barton and Irish do to their men. Her dark head bobbed up and down over Miles' crotch, just as Carol's blonde head had bobbed over Tony.
"Ahhhhh," Miles moaned, "real nice.., You suck hard. I like that.”
She suddenly felt him getting an erection in her mouth. His big soft cock twitched once or twice, then lurched violently, pushing against the roof of her mouth. It grew long and fat and hard with a speed that took her by surprise.
"UMPH," she muttered.
Suddenly it wasn't fun any more. Miles' enormous erect cock stuffed her mouth so full she could hardly breathe, stretched her lips painfully. The enormous hard head of his cock was pushing into her throat, threatening to choke her. She panicked and drew away, and his giant erection snapped from her mouth, pointing straight up at the ceiling and gleaming with her spit.
"Hey," Miles snarled, "why'd you quit? I didn't tell you to.”
"It-it's too big, Miles," she said shakily. "It almost choked me.”
"That bullshit again," he said angrily. "You said it was too big for your cunt, too, remember? Well, any woman of mine sucks cock, baby, so you better get back to work.”
He seized her face, forcing her jaws open, and plunged her head down on his huge throbbing erect cock. Lita moaned as the giant prick stretched her lips almost to bursting, stuffed her mouth, and jammed into her throat. She fought to keep from gagging. She managed to take the enormous fist-like head into her throat, and Miles gave a grunt of satisfaction.
"Okay," he said, "that's better. Now suck… “
She sucked, and in a few moments he howled and shot his thick steamy come into her throat. She had to keep swallowing the salty stuff to keep from choking. She found she liked the taste, but she was still terrified of his gigantic cock. When it was over, she rubbed her sore throat. Miles grinned at her.
"You'll learn," he said. "I got a lot more stuff to teach you… ”