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.”
She seized Foster's hand and laid it right over her crotch.
Lita gasped and turned beet red. My God, my God, these people… As she watched, wide-eyed and shocked, Trish rubbed her father's hand back and forth over her panty crotch. Foster chuckled.
"Umm-hmm," he said, "you're pretty wet down there, little lady.”
Trish licked his neck and wiggled her butt again, brazenly stimulating his cock. His hand remained on her crotch, gently caressing, while with the other hand he continued to toy with her breast, rubbing his thumb over the little brown nipple, making it taut and erect.
"Help me out, Daddy," Trish cooed.
Lita thought she was as shocked as she could possibly be. but she wasn't prepared for what came next. Foster grinned at his pretty teenage daughter and then slipped his hand right down inside her panties. His hand closed over her pouting muff and began to squeeze rhythmically, molding her mons and clit.
"Ummmm, yes, Daddy," Trish sighed, "that's nice… ”
She let her long slim legs fall open, giving her father plenty of room to squeeze and stimulate her pouting little mons. Foster's hand gripped and released, gripped and released, and as he steadily massaged her pussy, Lita could see a widening stain of cunt juice soaking the crotch of her panties.
"Ummmm, yeah, Daddy," Trish moaned, "that's what I need… Don't stop… ”
Foster was showing the first obvious signs of arousal, his face getting flushed, his voice going husky. His daughter's small silky bush was right in his hand, her scalding pussy juice soaking his fingers. His breathing got louder and faster, and he increased the tempo of his play with her pussy and tit.
"Honey, let's get your panties off," he said at last. "I can work better that way.”
Trish said nothing, only smiled and raised her little round ass so Foster could slip her panties down. She kicked them off, giggling softly, then settled back onto his lap, opening her long legs wide for him. Lita saw her dainty pink slit with its very fine fringe of light brown hairs-and then Foster's hand closed over it again, squeezing, massaging.
"Oooooo, Daddy," Trish cooed, "oooooo, yeah, play with my pussy… ”
Lita was horrified by the blatantly incestuous scene, and yet in some wicked way it was turning her on. She felt warmth and moisture in her pussy, and she knew she was going to go on spying. She licked her lips and watched intently as Foster held and squeezed his daughter's small brown-furred mons. Her cream was trickling out between his lingers.
"Feeling better now, honey?" he said hoarsely.
"Ummm-hmmm," Trish murmured, "but don't stop, Daddy… It feels so nice… ”
"All right, baby," said Foster. "You know I'd do anything to make my little girl happy… ”
I bet you would, Lita thought grimly.
Foster then used his fingers to spread the small plump lips of Trish's mons, uncovering the tiny red dot of her clit… He seized the little fleshy button between his thumb and forefinger and started to knead it briskly. Irish flinched violently and gave a hoarse cry of pleasure. A great flood of hot pussy juice soaked Foster's lap.
"Oooooo," Irish squealed, "oh, wow, yes, Daddy, play with my clit… ”
Foster kneaded the tiny red button till the girl was squealing continually and writhing in his lap, her aroused pussy juicing heavily onto his robe and pajamas. He watched the girl's reactions, and he licked his lips. Her pert little tits were swollen taut with arousal, the tiny brown nipples stiff and bumpy. Her face was pink, her eyes fluttering and rolling.
"Oh, Daddy, play with me some more,” Irish whined. "You know what I like best… Put your finger in my cunt, Daddy, please… ”
Foster obliged. Releasing her soaked swollen clit, he moved his hand lower in her crotch and eased the tip of his middle finger into the dripping shadowy mouth of her young cunt. Lita watched breathlessly as Foster's thick stiff finger slowly disappeared between his daughter's little pink pussylips. He stuffed his finger into her all the way to the last knuckle.
"That feel good, baby?" he said hoarsely.
"Ooooo, super," Trish gasped. "Now move it in me, Daddy, frig me… ”
Foster began to jerk his finger in her tight hot little hole, whisking it stiffly in and out like a miniature cock. Trish squealed with pleasure and spread her legs even wider. Lita had an excellent view of the whole thing, Foster Barton's finger nipping in and out of his daughter's cunt, Trish's helpless pussyjuice streaming out into his lap.
"Ahhhhhh," Trish wailed, "ahhhh, yeah, frig meee… ”
Lita wondered how many times this had happened in the past. Father and daughter seemed well acquainted with the game. How old had Trish been when her father first played with her tits and put his hand inside her panties? Lita had the sickening feeling that Foster might very well have been his daughter's first lover, the man who'd introduced her to sex. She wouldn't put anything past this strange family.
Briskly finger-fucking his daughter, Foster grew more and more aroused. He'd begun the game coolly enough, but now his face was red with excitement, his breathing hard and fast and loud. As he watched Trish's grimace of lust and listened to her squeals of pleasure, he grinned wickedly.
"Good for you, baby?" he said.
"Wonderful, Daddy," Trish sighed. "Please don't stop… I wanta come so bad…”
"In a moment, honey," Foster said, slipping his cream-soaked finger out of her nipping little twat. "Maybe you could do something for me first, though. I don't mind telling you, this whole thing has made me very horny.”
"Oh, of course, Daddy, I'm sorry," Trish said contritely. She kissed his cheek and then slipped from his lap, going to her knees beside him.
Lita thought she knew what was coming, but she was still shocked beyond belief at what the girl did. Trish Barton untied and opened her father's robe, no then deftly slipped down the bottoms of his pajamas, pulling them off over his feet. Foster's short slim cock was rock-hard, pointing at the ceiling, oozing bubbles of juice.
Trish leaned over and kissed the head of her father's prick.
"Oh, my God," Lita gasped.
She saw Irish's little pink tongue flash out. The girl eagerly licked the swollen cock juice, gurgling hungrily as she swallowed it. Foster grinned and panted as he watched her. Trish proceeded to lick and tickle his slim pale rod from the knobby head right down to his crisp grey and black bush.
"Would you like me to suck your cock a little, Daddy?" she said in her little-girl voice.
"That would be lovely, baby," Foster said huskily.
Trish obediently seized the hard drooling head of his cock between her pink-glossed lips and quickly sucked the slim stiff rod all the way into her mouth. Foster moaned loudly. Trish began to suck his cock briskly, with loud wet slurping noises, clearly enjoying herself. Again Lita wondered how long this kind of thing had been going on. How old had Trish been when she first took her father's cock in her mouth?
"Ahhhhh, baby, that's beautiful," Foster whined. "I love it when you suck my dick… ”
Lita figured these strange people would do damned near anything without a prig of guilt, but she wondered at her own reaction. She was repulsed by the idea of incest, horrified at the behavior of Foster Barton and his daughter, and yet she was hotly aroused. Her panty crotch was soaked and dripping with her horny cunt juice. She wanted urgently to slip her hand inside her panties and bring herself off, but she didn't dare. Someone might come along.
"That's enough, baby," Foster panted. "Come sit on my lap again.”
Trish hopped up into her father's lap, only this time she didn't just sit. Leaning her back against his chest, she seized his rigid slim prick and slipped the knobby wet head into her small shadowy cunt mouth. Lita watched in total shock as Foster Barton's erect pale cock slowly penetrated his daughter's cunt.
"Ahhhhh, Daddy," Trish moaned.
"Baby, baby," Foster panted.
It was a slow tantalizing penetration, Trish's pretty pink cunt lips sucking greedily at Foster's stiff blue-veined cock as it gradually eased into her body. Trish's hot steamy cream poured down his milky-pale shaft and soaked his swollen red balls. The girl leaned back hard against his chest, her teeth flashing, her eyes rolling crazily. At last his grey-furred balls came to rest against her moist pink slit.
"Ooooo, Daddy," Trish whined, grinding her pussy hotly around the stiff impalement of his cock, "I need this so bad… Fuck me, Daddy, fuck meee… ”
"Yes, baby, yes," Foster crooned, starting to move his cock in her. "Anything my little girl wants… ”
Lita crouched there, shocked yet powerfully aroused, and watched Foster Barton fuck his own daughter. The slim stiff pale prick worked-steadily in and out of the nipping swollen pink cunt lips, fast and hard and deep, while father and daughter in moaned and panted. Trish began to come quite soon, howling as she ground her greedy twat around his jerking cock.
"Eeeee," she shrieked, "you're making me come, Daddeee… ”
Foster moaned and managed to ball her stiffly into yet another screeching climax before he finally came, too. He whined and jerked his slim cock briskly as he shot his steamy load into his teenage daughter's womb. Trish expertly tightened her cunt to keep him inside her while he came.
"Honey," he whined, "my little girl…Ahhhhhh… ”
When it was over, Trish giggled and slipped off his lap, her slim thighs soaked with their combined juices.
"Oh, wow," she chuckled, "I sure needed that.”
Foster laughed, too. "Now maybe you can forget Richard," he said.
"Richard who?" laughed Trish.
Foster chuckled and gave her a playful pat on the ass. As he put on his pajama bottoms, he said, "I'd better get to work now. You behave yourself, young lady.”
"Oh, Daddy," she sighed, returning to her normal voice, "don't be so square.”
Foster laughed and headed for the door. Lita moved quickly, ducking into the nearest alcove. Foster Barton breezed past her, all business now, heading for his library with his personal ticker tape machine and dozen telephones. He'd spend the day there, wheeling and dealing, making even more money.
Lita wondered what the world would think if the news got out that famous millionaire Foster Barton fucked his own daughter. Or that his beautiful blonde second wife was balling his son. People might be shocked, but there'd be nothing they could do about it. Like Foster himself said, with his money, he didn't have to please anybody. He could do anything he damn well pleased.
Lita sighed and started to step out of the alcove, then ducked back in again as she heard someone coming down the hall. Tony Barton, moving along briskly in jeans and t-shirt, knocked at Trish's bedroom door.
"Sis?" he called. "Hey, Sis, you awake?”
"Umm-hmm," Trish replied lazily.
Tony went in and shut the door, and Lita hurried to take her place at the keyhole. She wanted to see how Tony reacted when he found his sister lying naked on her bed-because that was the way Foster had left her. Sure enough, Trish hadn't changed position. She lay on her back, without a stitch of clothing, her legs slightly parted. Her brother could see her firm pointed little tits, her small dainty brown muff, and the wet pink flesh of her pussy.
Tony gave her a casual glance as he walked over to the bed, not in the least surprised or embarrassed. Trish didn't blush or try to cover herself. Obviously brother and sister had seen each other naked many times before. It figured, Lita thought. In this strange family anything might happen…
"I'm bored shitless," Tony said to his sister as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "I was thinking about organizing a beach party, getting some dope. You wanta come along and bring some friends?”
Trish stretched, yawned, and sighed. She bent one knee, further exposing her lovely pink slit, still wet with her father's come. "Oh, I don't know, big brother," she said lazily. "I don't even feel like moving. I thought maybe we could have some fun right here at home.”
Tony looked knowingly at her. "Jesus," he said, "don't you ever get enough? You just balled Dad, didn't you? I saw him come out of your room.”
"Uh-huh," Trish said, "but that was just for openers, as far as I'm concerned, I'm really horny today, Tony.”
"Well, I just finished balling Carol," he said, "so you're out of luck. Come on, Trish, get your butt in gear and let's go to the beach.”
"Don't be so mean," Trish said, pouting. "Help me out… " She reached over and laid her hand on her brother's crotch, teasingly rubbing his limp cock.
"Oh, wow,” Tony said, his tone a mixture of awe and impatience. "I dunno, Trish, sometimes I think Dad raised us wrong. Sex really shouldn't take up so much of our time.”
"Why not?" said Trish. "There isn't anything that's more fun. Anyhow, I'm glad Daddy raised us, like he did. No inhibitions, no hangups.”
"Yeah, but he started us awful young," said Tony. "Shit, you were only twelve, and I was fifteen. It was kind of a groove, I guess, but other people would be pretty upset if they found out."
Trish giggled, "Yeah, I guess they would. But it was exciting, wasn't it, Tony? I mean, the way Daddy came to us that day and said it was okay if we fucked each other… ”
"Yeah," Tony said dryly, "only he took your cherry for himself. That always pissed me off. I wanted to be the one to do it.”
Brother and sister went on chatting about their bizarre introduction to sex, while Lita reeled with shock. What kind of father was Foster Barton, anyhow, letting his own son and daughter make love? Taking his own daughter's virginity? He sure as hell liked to keep things in the family…
"Well, I'll tell you something," Trish said. "You're a lot better lay than Daddy.”
Tony grinned. "Carol thinks so, too," he said.
Trish scowled. "That damned Carol," she said, "I wish he'd never met her. Before she came along, I had both of you to myself. Now she's wrecking my scene. Like this morning-she got to you first. And I want you, Tony, I want you real bad…”
"Oh, Christ," he said impatiently, "you're always, horny, Sis. Why don't you call Willie?”
“No," Trish pouted, "I want you, Tony… "
She seized her brother from behind and pulled him down on the bed. Tony gave a snort of impatience and tried to break her hold, but Trish grimly held on, forcing him down on his back. She quickly leaped up to straddle him, small pointed tits bouncing. She sat on his upper legs and starting to unzip his jeans.
"Hey, come on now, dammit," Tony said. "I wanta get this beach party organized.”
"Five minutes," Trish said eagerly. "Just give me five minutes, Tony. If I don't get you turned on by then, you can leave.”
Tony sighed and lay back on the pillows. "Oh, all right," he said, but you're gonna be disappointed. I had my fuck for the day. Like I said, sex takes up too much of my time. I wanta go see some friends.”
Trish only grinned at her angry brother. She had her five minutes, and she worked quickly to make the most of it. She unzipped Tony's jeans and drew them off. Typically, he wasn't wearing shorts. His limp cock rested drowsily on his thigh, soft and small and wrinkled. Trish eyed it hungrily as she pulled off his t-shirt.
Naked, the brother and sister made a handsome couple, Lita had to admit. Both were tall and slim and tan, both were young and healthy and fit. The scene wasn't exactly wholesome, though. Their features were so alike, anyone could tell they were brother and sister. And the sister slipped her hand under the brother's limp wrinkled balls…
"Doesn't that feel nice, Tony?" Trish purred.
"Yeah, I suppose," Tony said sullenly.
His sister held his slack red nut sacs in her little hand, gently and rhythmically squeezing them. Tony only sighed impatiently. Then Trish took him by surprise, suddenly diving for his crotch. Lita saw the girl press her lips to his wrinkled rosy balls, saw her mouth open. Lita's eyes widened. She'd just learned another new trick. She hadn't known you could suck a guy's balls…
"Hey-Awwwww," Tony yelped.
Somehow Trish managed to get her small mouth open wide enough to suck both fat red sacs inside. Tony lurched and moaned as his kid sister sucked his tender balls into her scorching wet mouth and began to suck greedily on them. She made a lewd wet slurping noise. Her dark head bobbed over her brother's crotch.
"Awwww, Jesus," Tony whined. "Yeah, suck my nuts, Sis… Shit, that's fantastic. Where'd you learn that?”
Trish obviously couldn't reply, her mouth stuffed with his fat swelling nut sacs. Knowing it excited him, she sucked faster and harder, till her handsome brother was yelping uncontrollably. It was a very effective technique. Lita made a mental note to try it out on Miles – IF she could get his enormous balls in her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, Christ," Tony bawled.
Trish suddenly raised her head, letting his saliva-soaked balls pop from her mouth. She giggled. "Surprised you, didn't I?" she said.
"Yeah," Tony sighed, "but why'd you stop? It felt great.”
"Because of your cock," she tittered. "It was getting hard, and it was poking right up my nose.”
Tony laughed. "Hey, that's something we haven't tried," he said.
"No way," Trish chuckled, "but there's plenty of other fun stuff we can do.”
She knelt beside him. Her brother's handsome six-inch cock was fully erect, pointing at the ceiling, the flushed dark red head oozing a little bubble of juice. Trish playfully scooped up the bubble with her fingertip and popped the finger into her mouth, sucking loudly, then swallowing.
"Ummm," she said.
"Patricia," Tony said with mock sternness, "you are a very naughty girl.”
"I know," she giggled, "but I can't help it. I just love the taste of cock.”
"Then taste mine," Tony said, obviously becoming more interested in the game. "I could go for that… ”
Trish grinned and bent over him again, opening her lips. His hard pale young cock slipped between her pink-glossed lips and into her mouth, till his brown-furred swollen nuts rested against her chin. She sucked her brother's cock slowly, deeply, as if savoring the flavor and texture. Tony moaned softly.
"Suck my dick, little sister," he sighed, "Oh, yeah… You do that so well, Trish… ”
She ought to, Lita thought-she'd been taught by an expert. Lita had no doubt that Foster Barton had trained the girl himself, spending long delicious hours teaching his daughter just how to blow a man. He'd. probably taught her everything she knew. After all, he expected to benefit from that training himself.
Lita watched the pretty slim girl slowly and hungrily moving her lips up and down Tony's thick hard pale cock, and she felt another hot blast of juice in her panties. Her pussy was getting swollen and aching with arousal. My God, was she insatiable? She'd just returned from making love with Miles.
Well, this evening she'd go see him again, but she didn't want to miss the Barton family's spectacular all-day performance. She didn't approve of their incest, but she certainly was learning a lot of interesting stuff to try out on Miles.
"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.