"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… ”
Chapter 7
Lita returned to the house with a troubled expression. Her affair with Miles wasn't turning out quite like she'd hoped. She just wanted to ball him, to take that huge cock again, but Miles wasn't content with plain old fucking. He wanted to teach her all kinds of kinky tricks.
All right, she admitted she'd enjoyed sucking him off, all except the part when he stuck that huge cock head into her throat-but she could learn to tolerate that. She'd certainly enjoyed it afterwards, when he ate her pussy and made her come. Yet something was missing. After all, she'd only been fucked twice in her whole life. She wanted more of that. She could wait for all that fancy stuff-but Miles apparently couldn't.
She put the problem out of her mind and got to work. Surely Foster Barton and his daughter Trish would be up by now and she could clean their rooms. She gathered her cleaning supplies and went upstairs. All the bedroom doors were closed. She pressed her ear to Trish's door before knocking, not wanting to disturb the girl's sleep.
She heard murmuring voices, male and female…
Lita dropped to her knees and looked through the keyhole. There was Foster Barton, in robe and pajamas, standing by his daughter's bed. Trish, tousle-haired but awake, was sitting up in bed. She wore a blue baby doll nightie with a sleeveless lacy top. Her pert little breasts were barely covered by the low-cut neckline. Through the keyhole Lita could hear what the father and daughter were saying.
"What did you want, Trish?" said Foster. "I heard you call out for me as I was passing your room.”
Trish yawned and said in a cooing little-girl voice, "Oh^ Daddy, I feel so awful.”
Foster chuckled and pulled a chair up to the bedside. "Well, that will teach you to drink too much at parties," he said.
"It isn't that, Daddy," Trish pouted. "I really don't have a hangover. It's that Richard Price.”
Foster sighed. "The lawyer, the one you've got such a crush on?" he said. "Baby, I'm sorry, but I don't think he feels the same way about you. You're too young for him, probably. I don't think he even knows you exist.”
"Ohhhhh," Trish wailed, bursting into tears, "I want him.”
"Now, now," said Foster.
Trish suddenly threw back the covers, leaped out of bed, and climbed onto her father's lap. Her long coltish legs were fully revealed by the tiny bikini bottoms of her nightie. She threw her arms around Foster's neck and nuzzled him, sobbing. Foster sighed and put his arms around her.
"I followed Richard all over last night," Trish moaned, "and he hardly said hello.”
"Well, even rich little girls can't have everything," Foster said, patting her. "He'd probably rather marry someone older.”
"Oh, it isn't marriage I'm thinking about," Trish said with irritation. "I just wanta ball him, Daddy. He's sooo sexy-and I'm so horny.”
Lita blushed as she watched this encounter. Trish was eighteen, pretty old to be sitting on her father's lap. Even more shocking, she was using crude language, telling her own father how horny she was. Lita thought it was all very strange. Foster Barton didn't seem upset, though.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, baby," he said, "but Fm sure you have lots of boyfriends who'd rush right over here and help you out. Why don't you call Willie?”
Trish wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Oh, he's just a kid," she said haughtily. "I want a man.”
Foster chuckled and pulled her tighter against him, rocking her like a child. "So my little girl is horny," he said. "Well, let's just think what we can do about that… ”
Lita had a strange prickling sensation all down her spine. There was something very very wrong with this scene, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. An eighteen-year-old girl sitting on her father's lap, telling him her sexual problems-it was a little kinky but not quite outside the realm of normality. But there was something else not quite right…
As Foster held and rocked his pretty long-legged daughter, he slipped a hand up under the top of her nightie. Lita could see the bulge as he gently cupped one of her little pointed tits. He molded and squeezed the soft warm young breast, and Trish purred and nuzzled closer to him. Neither of them seemed to think his action unusual.
Lita found it so unusual that she blushed. This scene was getting more kinky by the minute. It was definitely not normal for a father to play with his teenage daughter's tits. My God, was it possible…? Just a few hours ago she'd watched Carol Barton make it with her own stepson. Was it possible that there was even more intense incest going on in this house?
Now Trish was leaning back against her father's shoulder, and he had both hands up under her nightie, squeezing and molding both her pert pointed tits. The girl sighed and kissed his neck. Foster slowly drew off the top of her nightie and dropped it on the floor. Now Lita could see his tanned hard hands busily fondling his own daughter's breasts.
"Honey," he said, "you know I'd do anything to give what you want, but Richard isn't on my payroll. I don't have any kind of handle on him. Otherwise you know I’d have him delivered right to your bed.”
"I know, Daddy," Trish sighed, "but, gee, I want him sooo much… ”
Lita's scalp prickled. Trish wasn't using her normal voice. She spoke in a high cooing tone like a ten-year-old girl. She let Foster cuddle and rock her like a baby. Yet at the same time she was wiggling her round little butt right over his cock and letting him fool around with her naked tits. No, this scene wasn't normal at all…
"I know, baby, I know," Foster said soothingly, "but I'm afraid this is one man you can't have. You'll just have to make do with somebody else. Is it pretty bad, honey? Are you very very horny?”
"Ooooo, yes," Trish said in her strange little-girl voice. "I'm so horny I could scream, Daddy. Just feel.”