Norma Egan - Peeping maid

"I better get back to the party," he said. "There's people I gotta see. You report for work on Monday, doll. You and me will get together again real soon.”

"Sure," Sharon said dully.

When Lake left, she opened her purse, took out a hanky, and rubbed furiously at the sticky sperm on her legs. She was crying softly… Lita slipped away on the other side of the hedge, feeling sorry for the girl. She hoped SHE never had to ball an ugly fat man to get ahead in her career. That was no fun at all. A person should only fuck for the joy of it, Lita thought.

She walked farther into the private woods, hoping to see more exciting action. She wasn't disappointed. There were so many couples making out in the bushes, she couldn't choose between them all. It seemed as if she heard panting and sighing and moaning everywhere. These people were something else. Sex seemed to be their major occupation.

Sneaking around, Lita saw plenty of couples in the missionary position, but she was hoping for something more unusual. She found it in a small clearing a good distance from the mansion. Sneaking up and concealing herself behind a tree, she discovered two men and a woman. The men were squaring off, preparing to fight.

"Oh, jeeze, will you knock it off?" the woman said wearily. "I come out here to get balled, not to watch a goddam fight.”

"She said she wanted me," one of the men said.

"Yeah, but she's my date," said the other.

As Lita's eyes got accustomed to the shadowy night light, she saw that the woman was a petite blonde in her thirties, pretty but nothing special. The men were quite ordinary. The only thing that held Lita's attention was the contest to see who would get the woman. The men had taken off their jackets and were cautiously circling each other.

"Hey, wait," the woman said. "I can take care of you both,”

She stepped between the two men and quickly stripped. They both gawked at her, forgetting their quarrel. She had a pretty, curvy little body with pert round tits and a golden puff of fur at the base of her belly. She was also quite drunk, hardly able to stand.

"Goddam men," she muttered, stepping dizzily out of her panties. “I’m so horny I could scream, and you guys wanta fight. Ain't no reason for it. Take care of you both… ”

Her speech was slurred, but she knew what she was doing. She knelt before one of the men and unzipped his pants and drew out his long limp pale prick. The other man, not to be left out, took off his pants, too. The blonde began to lick the first man's cock. He grinned at his rival.

"Hey," said the rival, "what about me?”

"Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' there," said the blonde. "Let's lie down.”

The first man lay on his back, and the little blonde knelt beside his lap. She bent over him and stuffed his doughy pale cock into her mouth. Her sucking was fast, wet and loud. Her pert little ass was thrust up in the air, and the second man didn't have to ask where his place was. He stared at her exposed pink slit, grinned, and hurried over to kneel behind her.

His cock was limp, too, but he seized it and rubbed it back and forth over the blonde's wet scalding-hot pussy. In seconds he was hard as a rock. He thrust his thick pale prick into her cunt, penetrating her in one brutal shove.

"UMMMMM " she moaned, her mouth stuffed with another rigid prick.

She kept on sucking loudly and hungrily on one guy's cock while the other guy balled her furiously from behind. Lita watched the whole thing with wide hot eyes, envying the blonde those two stiff dicks. It would be a kick, all right, to take on two men at once. Her famished pussy swelled and moistened. Pretty soon, very soon, she'd go find Tony…

"Jesus," the first man whined, "this chick really knows how to suck cock.”

"Got a nice tight cunt, too," the second man panted.

Lita had to smile. A moment ago they'd been ready to kill each other, and now they were buddies. The blonde writhed and moaned as she took the two stiff pounding cocks, one in her juicily sucking mouth, the other in her wet little cunt. Soon the men were coming, one flooding her nipping box, the other feeding her steamy loads of jism. Then they moaned and fell away from her.

"Let's go get a drink, okay?" said the first man to the second.

"Yeah, good idea," his new friend replied.

The blonde gawked at them. "Jesus, is that all?" she said. "I was jut getting started. You guys didn't last long enough to work up a sweat. To hell with you-I'm gonna go find somebody else.”

Huffily she got into her clothes, while the men ignored her and discussed some stock market dealings. Lita hurried away, not wanting to be seen when the trio came out of the clearing. She started back toward the mansion more than ready now for a good long fuck from Tony Barton if she could find him. All this peeping had really gotten her aroused.

From behind another bush she heard the familiar noises, scuffling, giggling, panting, a few soft words exchanged. She was in a hurry to find Tony and wouldn't have stopped, except that she suddenly recognized one of the voices; It was Carol Barton, wife of the millionaire Foster-but the man's voice wasn't Foster's.

Lita just had to spy. She crept around the noise and approached from another direction, hiding belly-down behind a low bush. She saw blonde willowy Carol Barton sitting on the grass with a guy she recognized from television. He was a young pro football player named Tod Brown, a handsome blond giant making a great record for himself in his first year. That made him young enough to be Carol's son.

The age difference didn't appear to bother Tod at all. He was looking hungrily, almost adoringly at ^ Carol, who was wearing a long low-cut blue sarong that wantonly showed off the plump inner curves of her big pouting breasts. Lita had to admit that the lady of the mansion looked spectacularly good tonight. But why wasn't she with her husband? What was she doing off in the bushes with this sexy young stud?

"So you see, darling," Carol was saying coolly, "it's out of the question. You're terribly attractive, of course, but I wouldn't dream of being unfaithful to my husband.”

"Hell," said Tod Brown, smashing one giant fist on the grass. "I suppose you're right, Carol. And he is the owner of the team, and I guess I owe him some loyalty and all that. But, Jesus, I've got it bad for you. I can't think about any other woman. I get a hard-on just looking at you.”

"Puppy love," Carol said dryly. "You'll get over it.”

“I don't wanta get over it,” Tod said huskily. "I want you, Carol. I want you so damned bad… ”

They sat a few inches apart, sipping drinks, Carol smoking a cigarette in a long ivory holder. Apparently they'd come out there to talk privately, and Tod had been pleading his case for some time. The crotch of his tight pants was enormously bulged. The poor guy looked ready to cry. Carol looked cool as a cucumber, even slightly amused.

"Darling,” she said, "I have a reputation to keep up. My husband is one of the richest and most powerful men in the country. He'd be furious, too, if he caught me with another man.”

"He doesn't have to know,” Tod said fervently. "Please, Carol, please… It's driving me crazy.”

He reached out and slipped one big hand inside her dress. Lita could see the material straining as Tod moved his hand over Carol's big swollen tit. He moaned and began to squeeze and fondle her creamy hot breast. Carol's eyes began to look a little glassy, and. she flung away her cigarette, holder and all. Lita began to suspect she'd been teasing the young man and that she was far from being a faithful wife.

"Tod, you’d better stop," she said huskily. "I might get carried away.”

"I want you to get carried away," he said hotly. "It'll be great, Carol, I promise. Oh, God, just let me prove it to you… ”