Lita wanted to die of shame. Foster Barton had caught her spying, peering through the keyhole like a guilty little kid. If she didn't handle this scene just right, she'd be out of a job. She leaped to her feet, blushing.
"I-I’m sorry, sir," she said. "It's just that I heard shouting, and I thought there might be some trouble.”
Foster regarded her doubtfully. "I heard it, too," he said, "but it didn't sound like trouble to me. It merely sounded like a family argument, which of course would be none of your business. You weren't spying on my family, were you?”
"Oh, no, sir," Lita said as sincerely as she could.
Foster seized her wrist painfully hard. "Then let's just step into the room," he said, "and you can tell everyone you weren't spying.”
Lita moaned. As Foster flung open the door and dragged her into Trish's room, she wished there was some way she could just disappear. Foster Barton obviously didn't believe her. She'd lost her job, and he was going to shame her in front of the others, too.
He pushed her ahead of him into the room. Carol, Trish and Tony gawked at them. Trish and Tony, of course, were still stark naked. That didn't help Lita's case. Why had she gone on peeking through the keyhole, when she shouldn't have looked at all? She blushed deeply.
"What the hell is this about?" Carol Barton said.
"I thought you all might be interested to know that I caught this young lady looking through the keyhole," Foster said.
They all glared at her. "She was watching us all the time?" Trish gasped.
"I would assume so," said Foster. "And I would assume she saw something interesting.”
"Oh, Christ," said Tony. "Who hired her, anyway? We have to be so careful about the help.”
"I'm afraid it's my fault," said Carol, "but she sounded so innocent, coming from a convent and all. Well, Foster, what do you think we should do about her?”
Lita was starting to get very nervous. The Barton’s would of course want to protect their little family secret, the fact that they all balled each other. Lita was nothing to them-except a threat. With their power and money, they could do anything they wanted with her. They could get rid of her, permanently, and make sure no one ever knew…
"All right," she said desperately, "I was spying. But I was just curious-I didn't mean any harm. I'll leave right away, Mr. Barton, and I swear I'll never tell anyone what I saw. I don't want trouble any more than you do.”
Foster eyed her coldly. "Just exactly what was it you saw, my dear?" he said.
Lita blushed hotly and couldn't answer, but Tony said, "Trish and I were getting it on. Then Carol busted in and said Trish was hogging the men in the house.”
"I see," said Foster. "If that got out, it could be very serious.”
"Please," Lita said anxiously, "I'll never tell anyone, I swear.”
For the first time since catching her, Foster smiled, but it was an icy smile. "Oh, I'm sure you won't tell anyone, my dear," he said, "because I have the power to make you very sorry. No matter where you were, I'd find you and spoil that pretty face. Do you understand?”
Lita nodded vigorously. "Oh, yes, sir," she said. "I understand fine. I'll just pack my things and leave right away.”
She started for the door, but Foster seized her wrist again. "Just one moment, Lita," he said. "We're not finished with you yet. Before you leave, you're going to be punished." He glanced at his son and said in a peculiar voice, "Don't you think she ought to be punished, Tony?”
With a strange glint in his eye, half sadistic and half excited, Tony answered, "Yes, Dad, I agree. She definitely ought to be punished.”
Trish giggled. "Can Carol and I watch?” she said.
"Certainly," said Foster, who way smiling more and more now. "And you can help us get her undressed.”
Undressed? Lita didn't like the sound of that at all. She gave a yelp and started again for the door, but suddenly they were all over her, the whole Barton family, throwing her to the floor and pulling at her clothes. She was no match for four people. She wept and struggled, but in a very short time they had stripped her naked.
They stood around her in a tight circle, staring down at her, and Lita tried desperately to cover herself, but her small hands could not obscure her wide black triangle of mons fur or her big wobbling breasts. She'd never felt so vulnerable and humiliated in her life.
"Kind of a vulgar figure, don't you think, Carol?" said Trish.
"Yes," said Carol. "Breasts and hips too big, definitely. It's all so obvious." The two women sneered at her and made catty remarks. They were clearly jealous of her lush curvy body.
"None of that, you two,” Foster said. "If you're going to stay and watch, keep quiet.” Carol and Trish retreated and sat on the edge of the bed. Foster and Tony started taking their clothes off.
"She looks like a great little piece of ass," Foster said. "You have her yet, son?”
"Just once," Tony said, "but believe it or not, she was a virgin. Nice tight little cunt. Loves to fuck, too.”
Lita closed her eyes and wept. She felt like meat on a rack, an object instead of a person. She understood now what her "punishment” was going to be. Foster Barton and his son would use her body until they tired of her. Then she'd be thrown out of the house without a recommendation, without a hope of getting another job. What was she going to do? She had no money, no friends…
But those were future worries. Right now she'd have to endure the terrible humiliation of servicing both father and son, while the women watched, like she was some animal on exhibition. Suddenly she hated these people. Just because they were rich and influential, they could treat her like she was less than human.
Foster and Tony had stripped. Tony's thick young cock was still hard from his excitement with Trish. He hadn't been able to come before Carol's interruption. Foster's thin pale prick was limp, flopping lazily before him as he moved. Both men eyed Lita hungrily.
"Well, how shall we begin?" Foster said, rubbing his hands together.
"She could get you hard, Dad,” Tony said, grinning.
"Excellent idea," said Foster.
Lita felt a wave of nausea. She didn't want to suck Foster Barton's skinny ugly blue-veined dick-yet that was obviously what he had in mind. He stared hungrily at her full red mouth, then straddled her, resting his bony butt lightly on her big swelling jugs. His limp worm-like cock grazed her lips.
Lita moaned and shook her head violently. "Oh, nooo,” she cried, "anything but that, please… ”
"What's your problem, cunt?" Carol Barton snapped. "You think you're too good to suck my husband's dick? That's a laugh.”
"Maybe she's never sucked cock before," Trish giggled. "I mean Tony said she was a virgin. She could just be that dumb.”
"Oh, she knows what he wants, all right," Tony said. "Look at her face.”
As Foster maliciously trailed his soft floppy cock back and forth over her lips, Lita screwed her pretty face up in disgust. She wanted to gag. She hadn't minded blowing Miles, In fact she'd enjoyed it, because she was hot for him. But she wasn't hot for this skinny old man with his repulsive worm-like dick.
Foster was getting impatient. "Open up," he said, "unless you want another kind of punishment. I can send Tony for a knife, and we'll redecorate your face.”
Lita quickly opened her mouth. The others laughed evilly as Foster seized his floppy little prick and stuffed it between her lips. Lita conquered the urge to puke. She knew that if she was going to come out of this with her face unscarred, she'd better do exactly what they wanted.
"Now suck it," Foster commanded. "Get me hard-and if you bite, I'll kill you.”
Lita was sure he meant it. A girl like her, poor and unknown and half Mexican, was just a piece of shit to a man like Foster Barton. Her life had no value in his eyes. She began to suck, trying to do the best job she could, hoping to end her torment soon. The soft limp little cock throbbed on her tongue.
"Ahhhh, yes, that's good," Foster sighed.
Lita blushed deeply but never faltered into her swift hard sucking. She could have died of shame, with all of them watching her, sneering at her. It was no time for pride, though. She must simply obey orders, gratify their lusts no matter how long it took, and then get away from this place…
"I suppose you two are going to spend the afternoon balling that little slut," Carol said enviously.
"I can't think of anything more interesting to do," Foster chuckled. "Don't worry, my dear-she'll be gone in a few hours, and next time you can hire an ugly maid.”
Carol sighed. "It looks like WE won't get any attention today," she said to Trish. "Why don't you go get my little toy?”
Trish brightened. "Hey, good idea," she said, leaping off the bed and running out of the room.
Lita was vaguely curious about what Carol and Trish were up to, but mostly she was just trying not to gag on Foster's ugly limp dick. If was starting to grow now, twitching and swelling on her tongue as she sucked. It got fat and hard and hot, stuffing her mouth uncomfortably, stretching her lips. She prayed he'd take it out before it choked her.
"Ahhhhhh," Foster sighed, "excellent, my dear… You suck cock very well… ”
Trish came back into the room carrying something. Lita's eyes widened as she recognized it-an enormous white rubber dildo. She'd heard of such things. The girls at the convent were always trying to get one. But she'd never actually seen one. It was a good nine inches long, very thick, and shaped exactly like a cock.
Trish handed the dildo to her stepmother and stretched out on the bed with a horny little sigh. "Could I please be first, Carol?" she said. "I didn't get to come with Tony, and I’m sooo horny… ”
Carol chuckled, "Oh, yes, sorry about that," she said. "I guess I owe you. Okay, you can be first.”
Trish drew her knees up and wide apart, fully exposing her dainty pink slit. Carol gripped the huge white dildo firmly and wedged the knobby head into her stepdaughter's little moist cunt mouth. Slowly she eased the monstrous phallus into Irish's nipping little twat, and Trish gave a sustained cry of excitement.
"Ooooooo," the girl wailed, "oooooo, it's so big.”
She drew her knees even farther back, opening her thirsty little box, allowing Carol to slip the gigantic dildo far up her seething cunt. Carol worked the thing expertly, jerking it in and out like a pounding erect cock. It was soon dripping with Irish's hot pussy juice. Carol licked her lips hungrily as she watched the thick rubber dildo splitting the girl's plump pink cuntlips.
"Ohhhhh, that's soooo good," Trish whined. "Move it faster, Carol… Ahhhh, yeah, yeah… Faster and harder… ”
Lita was shocked, but she thought by now that she wouldn't put anything past this bunch of sickies. The men paid only casual attention to the scene on the bed. No doubt they'd seen Trish and Carol playing with the dildo many times before. They seemed amused but not excited.
Foster went on blissfully pumping his erect I throbbing dick in Lita's mouth, till she thought her lips would tear. My God, didn't he ever come? The fat head butted her throat with each shove, and his strong salty juices were dripping onto her taste buds. She wanted so much to have his cock out of her mouth, but she didn't dare do anything to anger him.
Tony lounged lazily against the wall, smoking a cigarette, dividing his attention between the two groups. He watched his stepmother busily working the huge rubber dildo in his sister's cunt, and he watched his father happily fucking the maid in the mouth. Just a typical afternoon at home for the All-American Boy, Lita thought bitterly. Tony's cock was still hard as a rock, hugging his belly, but he seemed in no particular hurry to use it.
Suddenly Trish gave a piercing squeal and arched her slim body sharply upward. "Eeeee," she shrieked. "Move it harder, Carol, I'm coming… ahhhhhhh… ”
Trish writhed, moaned, and ground her greedy cunt fiercely around the thick impalement of the dildo. Her hot cream gushed out to puddle on the bed. Carol industriously worked the fake cock in her stepdaughter's nipping box till the girl finally quieted.
"Oh, wow," Trish sighed as Carol removed the dildo, "I really needed that.”
To Lita's great relief, Foster finally got off her chest, pulling his swollen spit-soaked prick from her mouth. She gasped for breath and rubbed her sore jaw muscles. Foster stood over her with a malicious look, as if devising some new way to humiliate her. Then he grinned, snapped his fingers, and turned to his women.
"Let's get her up here on the bed," he said, "and try that thing on her.”
"Why not?" Carol laughed. "It might be amusing.”
“Oh, God, no," Lita shouted.
That was one humiliation she couldn't endure, to have them all watching and sneering while someone worked that obscene rubber cock in her cunt. She didn't care what threats they made, she was getting out of this crazy house. She leaped to her feet and ran for the door. Unfortunately, Tony was ready for just such a, move. He sprang after her, catching her around the waist, and dragged her over to the bed.
"No, no, oh, please," Lita wept, "not THAT… ”
They threw her down on the bed, and Trish knelt on her shoulders. Tony and Foster seized her legs and drew them wide open. Carol stood at the foot of the bed holding the enormous white dildo, still slick and shiny with Trish's cream. Lita wailed in terror and struggled with all her might, but she couldn't get free.
"This is what happens to bad little maids who spy," Carol said grimly.
"Noooo," Lita moaned-but she knew there was no stopping them. The others watched intently, gleefully, as Carol crawled up on the bed and knelt between Lita's outstretched legs. The grim-faced blonde, pressed the enormous dildo head against the small mouth of Lita's cunt and started pushing the thing into her.
"Ahhh, God, NO, it's too big," Lita whined.
"Too bad," said Carol. "This will teach you to spy on us,”
Lita felt the huge hard cold dildo stretching her dainty red cunt lips almost to bursting, stuffing her tiny twat till she could hardly breathe. It was enormous, but actually not much bigger than Miles’ cock. She remembered what she'd learned with Miles-and she quickly relaxed her cunt muscles, letting herself go slack and loose. Only that way could she escape being split and torn by the monstrous fake cock.
"Take it,” Carol panted, "take it all, you little bitch.”
Lita realized that the whole Barton family was becoming hotly excited. It figured, she thought grimly. Nothing would turn them on like a little sexual sadism. Foster and Tony were panting, and Trish was leaning far over her to watch the big dildo going into her. Carol's robe had fallen open, revealing not a stitch of clothing underneath, and Lita could see bright pussy juice streaming down her thighs.
"Now let's see how you like this," Carol said hoarsely. "Let's see if you're a real woman or not… ”
She began to jerk the huge thick dildo fast and hard in Lita's cunt. Lita gasped-and then to her horror she found the huge jerking dildo felt really good. It reminded her too much of Miles' giant cock, and her body responded immediately with a hot gush of cream. She clenched her teeth to stifle her excited cries, but she couldn't stop the telltale juicing of her greedy little twat.
They saw it, too, the hot rush of pussy juice that streamed out around the jerking dildo and puddled on the bed. They saw Lita's ripe pointed tits swelling up taut with arousal, her curvy little body flushing hotly all over. She couldn't disguise her enjoyment.
"She likes it, all right," Trish sneered.
"I suspected as much," said Carol. "Her kind will get off on almost anything.”
You should talk, bitch, Lita thought angrily.
But in spite of her anger and shame, she couldn't help responding to the powerful thick deep thrusts of the dildo. It felt terrific. She could well understand why Carol kept such a thing in the house. When there was no man available, it would come in really handy. The girls at the convent would have loved it…
"God, yes, she likes it," Tony said breathlessly. Like the others, he bent over her excitedly, watching her eagerly.
Lita felt herself hovering on the brink of orgasm. For a moment she tried to resist it, but then she thought, What the hell, why not? She had nothing more to lose. Carol went on expertly working the big hard rubber prick in her famished cunt, and with a shrill cry Lita gave herself up to it, writhing around its delicious impalement.
"Don't let her come," Foster snapped.
Carol instantly withdrew the dildo, and Lita moaned with frustration. They let go of her, and she curled up in a tight ball, her cheated pussy swollen and soaked and aching. Damn, damn them all, why hadn't they given her the release she so desperately needed? Was it necessary to be that cruel?
"I wanted her hot for us," Foster said. "Carol, Trish, don't let her get away.”
The women stood poised to grab Lita if she tried to escape, but her resistance was gone. She just lay there on the bed whimpering, so horny she could have screamed. She didn't give a shit what other tortures they had in mind. She knew now what their game was-drive her to the edge of climax, then withhold gratification. It could go on and on… Lita sobbed with need.
Foster Barton crawled over to her, facing her, and drew her leg up around his waist. Lita felt his hot breath and heard him panting with excitement. She felt the hard hot little head of his erect cock skidding around in the plump swollen meat of her pussy. Then he managed to find her cunt, and his slim but rigidly stiff dick eased into her. Instinctively she moaned and tightened her starved box around his cock. She hated the man, but, God, how she needed to be fucked…
Foster chuckled. "She's ready, all right,” he said. "She wants it now… Just watch… ”
Grunting happily, he began to work his cock in her, giving her hard short jabs that deliciously teased her hungry wet cunt. Lita could not help herself. She moaned blissfully and worked her pussy in time to his strokes, creaming hotly around his poking prick. Obviously her horny little twat had no conscience. It simply wanted a good stiff cock, no matter who owned it.
"God, that's turning me on," Carol said huskily. "I know just how she feels. Trish, get my little toy, please… ”
Carol stretched out on the bed close to her husband and spread her long legs lewdly wide. Trish knelt between her thighs and quickly slipped the big dildo into her. Carol gave a howl of joy-and went on howling as her stepdaughter quickly and expertly jerked the thick long dildo in her seething twat.
"Yessss," Carol moaned, "oh, God, yes… That's good, Trish… “
Lita no longer cared what those sick bitches did, so long as she got the release she needed. Foster's skinny hard prick wasn't nearly as exciting as Miles’ huge dong, but it would do the job. She whined blissfully as he fucked her, her fiery little cunt nipping and squeezing and creaming.
"Okay, son," Foster panted, "you'd better get your share of the action before I come. You were right-her cunt's incredibly tight.”
Lita didn't know what he was babbling about and didn't care. She just tightened her seething cunt around his jerking dick and enjoyed herself. Then she felt Tony pressing his long lean body against her back, felt his stiff red-hot dick slipping into the plump crease of her ass. What the hell…?
"What are you doing?" Lita cried. "You can't both-”
She didn't finish because just then she realized what Tony meant to do to her. She felt the huge hard creamy head of his cock pressing determinedly against her tiny tight asshole. He was going to fuck her in the ass while his father fucked her cunt…
"Nooooo," Lita screamed.
Foster chuckled and held her immobile while Tony, panting and snorting with excitement, managed to pop the bulbous hard head of his erect prick into the tiny tight mouth of Lita's bumhole. Tony whined with excitement and began shoving his thick meat into her ass, stretching the narrow untried hole almost to bursting.
"Oooooo, noooo," Lita sobbed.
The pain was terrible. She tried relaxing her rectal muscles, just as she'd relaxed her cunt for the dildo-and it worked. Tony's thick meat somehow slid all the way up her burning little bumhole without hurting her. Lita gasped for breath. She was so stuffed with cock, one in her cunt and one in her ass, that she could hardly breathe.
"Awww, Jesus," Tony whined, "incredible… So tight… ”
His cock started jerking in her, in perfect time with his father's stiff deep strokes. Their hard probing cocks were only a thin membrane apart, nibbing against each other, adding to their excitement. The two men panted, moaned, and balled her harder and harder…
For a moment Lita thought her belly would burst, with the pressure of two pounding pricks, but in a moment, to her wonder, she found herself enjoying the double rape enormously. Two cocks at once, in her cunt and ass, felt fantastically good. Adding to her crazy excitement was Carol's hoarse lusty cries as Trish worked the big rubber dick deep and hard in her insatiable cunt. Lita felt herself drifting away on a strong tide of pleasure.
"Ooooo," she wailed, "YES… Yes, ball my ass, ball my cunt… Ahhhhh, God, it's so good… ”
In a moment she was coming, writhing and screeching her joy as the two stiff cocks pounded furiously and savagely in her tiny tight asshole and juicy searing cunt. The men came right along with her, steamy blasts of come filling and overflowing her two tight holes. Lita couldn't quiet her blissful howls. She knew she'd never sink lower than this, but it felt so damned good…
Dizzily she felt the two limp wet cocks slipping out of her body, and then she was alone on the bed, the whole Barton family standing and sneering at her. She blushed furiously as she realized what she’d done, giving way like a shameless slut to all those dirty pleasures.
"Pack your things and get out," said Carol. "You're finished here. And remember, if you ever tell what you saw, you'll pay for it.”
Lita didn't waste any time getting out of the house. She raced to her room, leaving her torn uniform behind, and quickly tossed her few belongings into her cheap suitcase. She was never going to tell on the Barton’s, because then they could tell on her-and she'd die of shame if anyone ever found out how she'd behaved today.
Only as she left the house did she wonder where she'd go and how she'd earn a living. She didn't have a dime to her name, no training for any kind of job. She saw Miles polishing one of the cars, and she ran to him, sobbing.
"Hey, kid, what's wrong?" Miles exclaimed. "You got your suitcase-did they fire you?”
"Yes," Lita said tearfully. "And-and they raped me, Miles. They made me do such awful things. Oh, God, you've got to help me. I don't know where to go or what to do. I don't have any money… ”
Miles was looking at her oddly. He said, "Kid, I can help you, but only if you tell me the honest truth about one thing. When they made you do those things-did you like it?”
Lita blushed clear down to her toes but admitted, "Yes, I'm afraid I did.”
Miles grinned broadly. "Good," he said. "That fits right in with my plans… ”