Norma Egan: Peeping maid

Foster and Carol were standing near the huge king size bed, still talking. They were a very attractive couple, Lita thought, trim and fashionably dressed. Carol looked like she might have been a model once, she was so tall and slender, except that her breasts were too big. They poked out saucily under her tight pink jersey.

"Do we really have to go to that damned party?" Foster said.

"Oh, I'd like to, darling," said Carol. "It ought to be fun, a lot of dancing. Of course I know you'd rather stay home and seduce the new maid.”

Foster laughed, showing perfect white teeth which, considering his wealth, might even be his own. "All right," he said› "we'll go to the party. And just to show that I'm not interested in the maid-”

He trailed off as he reached out to cup and squeeze his wife s pert thrusting tits, fondling them hotly through her jersey. Carol raised one blonde eyebrow but otherwise showed no expression. Lita realized now that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her saucy little nipples began to harden and poke out under the stretchy material as Foster stimulated them into erection.

"Foster, you horny old goat," she said coolly, "don't you ever get enough? We balled so long last night, I can hardly walk.”

Foster chuckled. "I never get enough of you," he said. "Really, my dear, I married you because you're beautiful, but didn't know you were going to be such a fantastic piece of ass.”

Carol blushed slightly, and frowned. "Foster, you're vulgar," she said. "How can such a distinguished man use such foul language?”

"Why not?” said Foster. "I don't have to please anybody.”

He slipped his hands under her jersey and cupped her tits, hungrily molding and squeezing them. Carol continued to look at him without expression, apparently not too excited by his love-making. Lita couldn't understand it. She could really get off on it if some man did that to her… She watched avidly through the keyhole, hoping she could watch the Barton’s fuck. She wanted so much to know what it was like.

"Foster, we only have an hour before the party," Carol said.

"That's plenty of time for a quickie," said Foster. "Come on, baby, earn your keep.”

That remark seemed to galvanize Carol. She stepped back and started to undress. Foster grinned and began to take off his clothes, too…

Lita licked her lips, growing more excited by the second. There was so much- she had to learn. Twenty-two years old and a virgin, she'd never seen a naked man before, never witnessed the act of sex. This would be her very first chance to find out what it was all about.

There'd been a couple of girls in the convent who weren't virgins, girls whose mothers hadn't caught them in time. They'd gladly shared their experiences with curious friends like Lita, told how much fun it was to ball, but that didn't give Lita a very clear idea of anything. She wanted to find out for herself.

She gave only brief attention to Carol. The second Mrs. Barton was lovely, all right, with ripe firm pink-nippled boobs the size of cantaloupes and a pretty little golden muff. As Carol bent over to take off her panties, Lita could see her pretty rose-colored slit with its delicate fringe of golden curls. She could well understand how Foster would be perpetually horny for his luscious wife.

But she was far more interested in Foster Barton himself. She watched wide-eyed as he undressed, breathlessly eager for her first sight of a naked male body. Foster's chest was hard and tan, lightly furred with silver hairs. For a man of fifty he was in good shape, trim and well-muscled, no sags or flab. He started to lower his pants, and Lita stopped breathing.

Foster stepped out of his trousers, then out of his jockey shorts. From a silvery nest of curls at the base of his belly swung his limp rosy balls and pale soft prick. Lita was so excited, she thought she must be steaming up the keyhole. So THAT was how men looked…

His balls looked pretty to her, soft rosy sacs with a faint fuzz of silver, wobbling loosely as he moved. His cock interested her even more. She understood that it was limp now, that it had to be hard for fucking. It was a pale blue-veined little sausage, hardly bigger than her thumb, ending in a dull-rose tip, which meant he was circumcised. His creamy-white cock flopped as he moved.

Naked, Foster Barton climbed onto the bed and lay waiting for his wife. Carol finished undressing soon after he did and got onto the bed beside him, still not looking very excited. Lita was enormously excited, however. She would have loved to be in Carol's place. She was getting that strange feeling which plagued her so often, a strong swelling in her pussy, a melting wet sensation…

"Get me hard, baby," said Foster.

"Jesus," Carol said impatiently, "how can you want me and not even have a cock-stand?”

"I'm not a teenager any more," said Foster. "Come on, Carol, please, you know how I dig it. Go down on me a little… Haven't I given you everything you want?”

Carol looked at him and sighed. "Yes, Foster," she said grimly, "you have. You've bought me. I was only a movie extra, a nobody, and you made me rich and prominent. I just have to keep reminding myself about what I have to do to pay you back.”

"Let me remind you," said Foster, reaching up to fondle her pretty ripe breasts. "You promised to do anything I want in bed, anytime I want it. So get with it, doll.”

Carol sighed again, but she clearly wasn't going to argue. She'd sold herself to this fantastically wealthy man who was almost old enough to be her father-and she understood the bargain. She knelt beside Foster's belly and bent low over him. She picked up his limp little prick and started to lick it, her tongue dainty and pink and wet.

"Ahhhhhhh, yes, that's better," Foster sighed.

He let go of her tits and lay back limp and grinning while Carol licked his cock. Leaning heavily against the door, Lita panted with excitement. It looked like wild fun, licking a guy's prick. She'd certainly like to try. She knew for sure she'd be more excited than Carol Barton was…

"Ummmm, nice," Foster sighed. "Lick my nuts, too, baby… ”

Carol grimaced slightly but did as she was told. Bending even lower, she urged Foster's hairy muscled thighs apart, till the spying Lita had a full and exciting view of his crotch. Lita could see the big soft rosy bags of his balls, the small pucker of his asshole-and then Carol's blonde head got in her way.

Carol stuck out her little gleaming pink tongue and began to run it rapidly over her husband's big rosy bags, making a lewd slurping noise. Foster gasped with pleasure, his face contorting into an obscene horny leer. Carol licked his big red balls briskly, thoroughly, while with one hand she fisted and pumped his limp doughy dick.

"That's it, baby, that's it," Foster chanted hoarsely. "Love it… Get me hard, angel… Yeah, yeah, you do good work… ”

Lita swayed dizzily before the keyhole as she watched her first act of love-making. She was pleasantly surprised. She'd assumed that Foster would just stick his cock into Carol and fuck her. She hadn't been prepared for all this delicious exciting foreplay. Christ, there must be hundreds of exciting little games people could play in bed…

Under Carol's brisk expert licking, Foster's bright rosy balls were soon gleaming with spit and swelling up like little balloons. He was moaning softly, grinning. When his balls were taut and throbbing, swollen to their maximum size, Carol tongued her way back through his silver bush and onto his limp cock again.

"Yeah, yeah, doll,” he panted, "get me hard… Take it in your mouth, Carol, please… Suck my cock… ”

Again Carol grimaced but obeyed. Holding his little pale limp dick on her palm, she quickly licked it from base to head. Then, holding the dull rose head of his cock between her pink-glossed tips, she sucked the milky-white limp prick into her mouth, swiftly engulfing it all the way to his balls.