heard of any way of fucking except for the man to be on top, but she eagerly cooperated. Brock's expert pussy- eating had made her wild for more experience, more pleasure. She straddled his lap and brought her soaked little cunt-mouth down to touch the hugely-swollen purple head of his cock. She pushed, but his fat cock-head seemed too big to go in.
'You just sit there, honey,' Brock panted, 'and I'll do the rest.'
Trish nodded nervously, like yesterday, she was horny as hell yet afraid that his thick seven-inch prick would hurt her. But Brock was gentle, very slowly easing his swollen hard meat up her tiny tender twat. Trish whined with pleasure as she felt her aroused cunt being slowly stuffed with his stiff throbbing dick.
Brock was just as excited as Trish. He'd chosen that position, with the girl sifting on him, so he could watch his own thick pale meat slowly disappearing between her little pink cunt-lips, slowly filling up that deliciously-tight box which had been virgin just twenty-four hours before. He had to grit his teeth to keep from coming. He'd never fucked a cunt so wonderfully tight yet juicy and hot.
'Oooooo, Brock, I love it,' Trish gasped. 'Your cock feels so great in me.'
Remarks like that didn't help his effort not to come, so Brock got down to business. No sooner had his fat hard cock-head touched her womb than he began balling her fast and hard. Trish gasped, and then her big blue eyes rolled back in her head. He felt the scalding spurt of her cunt-juice all round his slamming dick, and he knew he wasn't being too rough.
Trish's hoarse words confirmed it. 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' she babbled.
Brock's idea was to repeat the scene he'd had with her mother, to bring her off in every possible way. He'd eaten Pat's pussy, then fucked her, and he was doing the same with Trish. Again he marveled at how much alike the mother and daughter were, though their appearance was so different. Trish had her mother's nature, modesty concealing passion like Pat, she had lost her modesty when she was hotly aroused.
'Oh, God, Brock, it's sogood,' she whined.
Brock gave a few more hard thrusts of his cock, and then she was coming, her steamy cunt-cream boiling around his dick, overflowing her stuffed little box, spewing out to soak his balls and belly. Her tiny teenage twat gripped his meat fiercely, and again he almost came. But he managed to keep balling her stiffly, steadily, until her spasms died any.
Then he rolled the gasping girl off him and lay on his back, his stiff cream-soaked prick standing straight up. He seized Trish's hot little hand and laid it on the hard throbbing stalk of his cock. Shyly yet eagerly the girl began to pet his big stiff dick, running her fingers up and down the hot silky-skinned meat. Brock prepared for the final delicious phase of their love-making.
'You dig playing with my cock, honey?' he sighed.
'Yeah,' Trish giggled, 'it's fun.'
'Then why don't you get me off like I did you?' Brock said. 'Don't just use your hands.'
Trish gawked at him, them blushed hotly. She understood that he wanted her to use her mouth and tongue on his cock, just the way he'd eaten her pussy. It seemed fair, but it also seemed weird and kinky. She'd never heard of a thing like that, she didn't know how to do it. Yet more than anything in the world, she wanted to please the man, to make him love her.
Still blushing, Trish knelt beside him, bent down, and curled her fingers around the red-hot throbbing pole of his prick. She brought the fat purple head to her lips, then stuck out her little wet pink tongue. Timidly, using just the very tip of her hot little tongue, she began to lick his drooling cock-head.
'Yeah, that's the way, baby,' Brock sighed.
Trish saw she had no reason to be afraid. His cock-juice tasted good, and she got off on licking him. Soon she grew bolder, lashing his fat purple cock-head faster and faster with her hot little tongue. She licked up and down the hard hot pole, making his whole prick gleam with her spit. Brock grinned in lusty ecstasy as he watched the lovely blonde teenager licking his meat.
'Play with my balls, too, baby,' he said. 'Tickle them, squeeze them.'
Trish was only too eager to obey. She was dying of curiosity about cocks and balls. She slipped her free hand under his swollen rosy nut sacs and began to tickle and gently squeeze the hot silky bags. More tasty cock- juice bubbled from his swollen purple knob, and she lapped it up eagerly. Brock quivered with horny delight.
'Now take my cock in your mouth,' he instructed hoarsely. 'Take it in as far as you can. Suck on it.'
Trish obeyed. She wasn't too wild about the idea, but she'd do anything to please Brock. She stuffed his swollen dick into her little mouth and managed to take in half its length. She started to suck on his cock, gently and shyly at first, then with growing speed and pressure and eagerness. She knew right away that she was going to enjoy cock-sucking.
'Yeah, baby, yeah,' Brock panted. 'Just keep doing that. It feels great.'
Trish was pleased that he liked what she was doing, and she sucked even harder and faster. His cock-juice dribbled out onto her tongue, and he panted and moaned. Then all of a sudden Brock whined, jerked his hips, and shot her mouth full of hot tasty come. Trish hadn't been expecting the steamy blast, but she swallowed it eagerly, getting every last drop, till at last his cock went limp and slipped from her mouth.
'That was great, honey,' Brock said, giving her a squeeze. 'But now you better get dressed and hurry home before your mother gets there.'
Trish looked at the wall clock and gasped – it was one-thirty, and she'd barely have time to get home before Pat finished work. She dressed and raced out of the office, her satisfied pussy still glowing and wet. She felt sure Brock had enjoyed their fucking as much as she had, and that made her feel proud and hopeful.
Sure, she was only eighteen, but that was no reason why Brock couldn't fall in love with her and marry her. She imagined the clothes, cars, jewels, and money she'd have as his wife. It would be fantastic. And best of all, her mother would never have to work again.
Trish giggled to herself as she walked home. 'Wow, Mom,' she whispered, 'am I going to have a surprise for you!'
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning over breakfast Pat eyed her daughter and said, 'Honey, you look tired. I hope you haven't been staying up and watching television for all hours while I'm gone.'
Trish reddened and stammered, 'Oh, no, Mom. I just didn't sleep very well last night, that's all. No biggie.'
'I hope not,' Pat said sternly. 'This is the first time I've ever left you on your own, and I'm trusting you to be adult about it.'
'Don't worry, Mom.' Trish sighed, 'you can count on me.'
The pretty blonde teenager thought of Brock Spalding and all he could do for her and her mother. It was just a matter of time, she hoped, before he'd fall for her and make her his wife. Then she could tell Pat the truth about how she was spending her summer. Then everything would be all right.
At the same time Pat was thinking of Brock, too. She knew he was impressed with her beauty and her hard work, but did he love her? She wanted so much for that to happen, not just for her own sake but for Trish's. Brock's wealth would solve a world of problems for the two women. It was just a matter of time.
What neither woman realized was that Brock Spalding's intentions were far from serious. At that very moment he was lounging behind his desk, talking on the phone, and his words would have shocked Pat and Trish. The darkly handsome club owner had a wicked grin on his face as he spoke into the phone.
'Ted, old buddy,' Brock was saying, 'I'm glad to hear you'll be in town a few days. Of course we'll have to get together – and this time I've got a real treat for you. You ever made it with a mother and a daughter?'
Brock paused, listened, then said, 'That's right, I'm not shitting you. And they're both knockouts. I'll set the whole thing up, and I'll be over to your hotel around nine. Right, see you then, Ted. So long.'
As soon as Pat reported for work that evening she was summoned do Brock's office. He had a strange smile on his face, Pat thought, but she couldn't interpret it.
'You won't be working the bar tonight, honey,' Brock told her. 'I need you for a special party. Just put on your costume and wait for me in my car.'
