Norma Egan - Peeping maid

"AWWWWW," Foster moaned.

He practically rose off the bed in a violent lurch of pleasure. Carol's blonde tousled head bounced up and down over his lap as she swiftly sucked his cock, making a lewd slurping and squishing noise. Foster's tan face flushed deep red with enjoyment, his teeth flashing, his grey eyes rolling wildly.

"That's great, baby, that's great," he whined. "Yeah, suck that meat, honey… Blow me… ”

Lita felt hot cunt juice soaking into the crotch of her panties. She hadn't expected to get so wildly excited, but Foster Barton and his wife were doing all kinds of wild things she'd never even heard of, things she was dying to try. Those girls at the convent had told her something about fucking, but they'd never mentioned sucking cock or ticking a guy's balls and prick. Obviously there was a lot she had to learn about sex…

"Do my balls, too, baby," Foster whined, "squeeze ‘em… Oh, yeah… ”

Carol certainly earned her keep, Lita thought. While still loudly and vigorously sucking on Foster's cock, the slim blonde reached down and cupped his swollen red nut sacs and began squeezing them rhythmically, making Foster groan loudly. He lurched again, and his lewd grin widened…

Just then Lita heard someone coming down the hall. She reddened and ducked back into the alcove. A moment later Tony and Trish Barton, the attractive tanned brother and sister, paused outside the door of the master bedroom. Foster's moans were clearly audible, as was the obscene slurpy noise of Carol's cock-sucking.

Tony chuckled. "I guess we can't ask him about it right now," he said.

"Jesus Christ," Trish exclaimed, "don't they ever quit? You'd think a guy his age couldn't do it that often.”

"Yeah, but look at the incentive," Tony chuckled. "A woman like Carol would turn any guy into a sex fiend.”

Trish scowled. "That trampy bitch," she said. "She just married him for his money.”

"Yeah," laughed Tony, "and he just married her for her box. It's a fair exchange.”

That got a laugh from his pouting sister, and the two of them walked off down the hall. As soon as they were gone, Lita hurried from her hiding place and peered through the keyhole again. She cursed the kids for making her lose even a few moments away from the exciting scene in the master bedroom.

Carol was still blowing her husband, her blonde hair flying furiously as she brought her wet mouth up and down, again and again, on the pale pole of his dick. Only now Foster was hard. Christ, was he hard-Lita could hardly believe the transformation. That pale flabby little nub of a prick had become a hard thick six-inch pole of stiff flesh.

Lita stifled a little hoarse moan of excitement. Now THAT was something you could fuck with, that rigid spit-gleaming rod. She tried to imagine how it would feel slipping into her own juicy little cunt-hole, and she moaned again and felt hot pussy juice soaking her panty crotch. Damn, it would have to feel better than her finger…

Practically all the girls in the convent beat off, except the very few who were sincerely religious and were there to become nuns. Most of the girls, like Lita, were there for reasons of discipline. Parents sent them there to cool their hot blood, keep them out of trouble with boys. It kept them away from boys, all right, but it didn't take away their interest in sex-or their need for it.

Lita grinned as she remembered all the crazy ways they'd invented for bringing themselves off. At night after the nuns had left them alone, they'd lie in their dormitory beds and play with themselves, passing on any good techniques they discovered. Some girls just rubbed their clits, while others, like Lita, used their stiffened fingers in their cunts to imitate a cock.

There was even one girl who somehow acquired a zucchini squash from the cafeteria and used it on herself while Lita and some others watched. She'd said it felt fantastically exciting. Lita had wanted to use the squash, too, but a nun came in and caught them, the girl was howling so loud. So Lita never progressed beyond using her own stiff middle finger in her seemingly insatiable little cunt…

Well, someday soon, now that she was free, she'd find the right man to introduce her to fucking. Meanwhile she was learning a whole lot from watching Foster Barton and his beautiful blonde wife. She could see Foster's spit-soaked prick zipping in and out of Carol's small pink mouth, stiff and swollen and incredibly thick.

"That's good, baby," Foster panted, "yeah, that's enough… ”

Carol lifted her head with a big sigh, and Foster's wet stiff cock snapped out of her mouth and pointed at the ceiling. The head was purple now, huge and hard and knobby. It had a little mouth like a slit, and big bubbles of juice slopped out of it. Lita stared wide-eyed at her first sight of erect meat. She licked her lips.

"Well, let's get it over with, then," said Carol. "I want to get dressed for the party.”

"Darling, you're so romantic," Foster said dryly.

"I'm doing what I promised, aren't I?" Carol snapped. "You didn't say I had to like it.”

Foster grinned. "Oh, but you do like it, baby. That much I know.”

Carol only frowned at him. He eased her onto her back, her pretty round tits wobbling gently, and then pulled her over to the edge of the bed, till her round little butt touched the edge and her long shapely legs hung over the side. Foster stood on the rug and opened her legs and looked hungrily at her pretty pink slit with its golden fringe of hair. He stood between her legs and touched the big purple head of his cock to the shadowy little mouth of her cunt.

Lita was surprised to see Foster holding his wife like a wheelbarrow. She'd thought there was only one position to fuck in. She certainly was learning a lot today. She watched breathlessly as Foster started easing his grossly swollen cock into Carol's body, the thick blue-veined shaft stretching her dainty pink pussylips grotesquely wide.

"Awwww," Foster moaned, "so damn tight… ”

Carol had stopped frowning. As her husband's thick pale cock slowly stuffed her little cunt, her face softened and flushed, and her eyes fluttered shut. Her pretty body relaxed, and as Foster's silver-thatched balls came to rest against her pussy, she gave a little sigh.

"Yes, you like it," he said hoarsely. "I can feel you creaming around me, Carol. You love to fuck, dammit.”

"Shut up," she said weakly, "just do it… ”

Foster laughed and started to ball her. He slammed his thick pale prick briskly in and out of her tiny hole, his balls slapping audibly against her moist pink gash. His butt muscles were clenched tight, his face twisted in a horny leer. Carol moaned louder and louder as he fucked her.

Lita's panties were soaked with her hot sticky cunt juice, and she wished desperately that she could escape to her room and frig herself, but she was already behind with her work. She didn't want to lose this job. She had a feeling there'd be plenty of exciting scenes to spy on in this house. So she knelt, moaning softly and creaming furiously, -.and she watched her new boss balling his wife.

After a few moments Carol's pretty face lost its cool detachment, and she began to pant and lick her lips. Foster's thrusting cock got wet and bright with her cunt juice. At last Carol began to whine shrilly and move her slim hips in time to his fucking. Foster flashed her a triumphant grin.

"You like it,” he panted, "admit it, damn you!”

"All right," Carol moaned, "I like it… Ahhhhhh, God, don't stop… Fuck me, fuck meeee… AHHHHHHHH… ”

Her slim body jerked and writhed as she came. Foster balled her furiously till her spasms died down, and then he howled and shot his load into her. At the keyhole Lita gasped in excitement and frustration. So that was how fucking looked… She wanted desperately to have that wild excitement for herself.