Norma Egan - Peeping maid

"Baby," Tony whined, "baby sister, Jet me come in your mouth… ”

Trish instantly jerked her mouth off her brother's spit-gleaming cock and let it snap free to point at the ceiling. She scowled at him.

"No way," she said hotly. "I wanta get balled. I'm not doing this just for you.”

Tony sighed. "Okay, okay,” he said, "I just wanted something a little different, that's all. Plain old fucking can get kind of tedious.”

Not for me, thought Lita, never for me…

Trish had an impish grin on her face. "Something different?" she said. "Okay, big brother, I think I know something different… "

She rolled onto her hands and knees and stuck her adorable little round ass into the air. Though she'd just balled Foster, she was hotly horny again-Lita could tell. Trish's pussy, just like her own, was plumply swollen, a glowing aroused pink, and juice dripped steadily from her shadowy little cunt mouth.

"Hurry, Tony, hurry," she panted.

Tony looked bored and annoyed. "What, dog style?" he said. "What's so terrific about that? We've been doing it for years.”

Trish writhed lustily and clawed the bed, clearly trying to control her horny impatience. "I tell you, it'll be different," she panted. "Come ON… ”

"Oh, all right," Tony sighed. "Might as well get it over with. I still wanta make it to the beach today.”

He crawled over and knelt behind his sister, holding her slim hips to steady himself. He poked the purple bulbous head of his cock against her scalding wet pink pussy, not looking particularly excited. At twenty-two he was so jaded that it took more than a simple fuck to arouse him. He stuck the swollen head of his prick into her soaked little cunt mouth and started to push into her.

"No, Tony," Trish said hoarsely, "not there… I want you to fuck me in the ass… ”

Tony stopped still, his rosy cock-head lodged about an inch in his sister's cunt. He gawked. His mouth fell open. He eyed the small tightly-clenched light-brown mouth of her asshole, but he still seemed stunned.

"In the ass?” he repeated stupidly.

"Yes, dammit," Trish panted. "Hurry… ”

Slowly he began to grin. "Oh, wow, Sis, that's great," he said. "You know I've been wanting to do that for years… Oh, wow, what a rush… ”

He jerked his stiff pale cock out of her cunt, fisted it, and quickly smeared it thickly with her hot pussy juice, lubricating it well. He wasn't bored any longer. He was so eager, he was almost drooling. He pressed the fat purple head of his cock against her tiny wrinkled bumhole and started to push.

Lita winced. She'd never heard of such a thing as ass-fucking, and she thought it must be terribly painful. Tony's thick meat stretched his sister's tiny tight asshole till it looked like it would tear. He grunted and strained, finding it very tight and snug, and his penetration was slow. Trish had a strange breathless look on her face.

"Ooooo," she suddenly howled, "oooooo… ”

Tony paused to wipe sweat off his forehead. "Hope I'm not hurting you," he panted. "It's really a trip, Trish. I don't wanta stop.”

"It's okay," she gasped. "I really dig it, Tony… ”

He pushed again, and this time he managed to work clear to his balls in his kid sister's tight scalding bumhole. The fit must have been deliciously snug, for both Tony and Trish wailed excitedly. He started to move his cock in her squeezing brownie, and Trish whimpered lustily for him to continue…

Someone was coming. Lita ducked into the alcove just in time to hide herself from Carol Barton. The tall blonde was scowling as she approached Trish's bedroom door. She paused for a moment, her frown deepening when she heard the excited squeals and moans coming from the room.

"That little bitch," she muttered.

The action in Trish's room was getting so loud that Lita could even hear it in the alcove. Trish's shrill voice came clearly: "Oh, Tony, yes, YES, fuck my ass… ”

And Tony's husky excited voice was just as clear: "Baby, oh, baby, this is great… Your asshole's so fuckin' tight… ”

Carol Barton's beautiful face flushed hotly with anger. She seized the doorknob and flung the door open loudly. From the alcove Lita could see the brother and sister frozen in surprise, Tony crouched over Trish with his pale stiff cock halfway lodged in her little gripping asshole.

"Goddammit," Carol shouted, advancing into the room, "do you have to hog every cock in this house, you selfish little bitch? I can't even get laid. Foster can't get it up, because he just balled you-and now you've got Tony.”

She slammed the door angrily behind her, and Lita rushed to the keyhole. She wanted to see the confrontation between stepmother and stepdaughter. She didn't care too much for either one of them, but she was interested to see who would win. She looked into the room and saw Trish and Carol standing almost face to face, screeching at each other.

"What do you mean, busting in here like that?" Trish shouted. "I have a right to privacy.”

"And I have a right to get laid," Carol shouted back. "It's not fair for you to monopolize the men in this house.”

Lita watched avidly, so absorbed that she didn't hear the soft footsteps behind her. Suddenly a hand came down on her shoulder and gripped hard. She was so startled, she almost wet her pants. She whirled and looked up at Foster Barton.

"Something interesting going on in that room, my dear?" he said.

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.”