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… ”
Chapter 6
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.