of her muff and began to rub gently. Trish's big blue eyes widened.
'Oh, gosh, Brock,' she sighed, 'I don't think we oughta be doing this. I mean, Mom would have a fit.'
'She doesn't have to know anything about it,' Brock said, still petting the girl's adorable little golden bush. 'She works in the bar section, never comes near here. She won't even know you work here.'
His voice was hypnotically soothing, and so was the gentle but steady pressure of his hand on her muff. Trish sighed and lay back limp and flushed. She really knew she should stop him, but it felt so nice and so exciting. Then Brock parted the furry lips of her muff and exposed the tiny red button of her clit.
'Did anybody ever touch you here?' he said.
'No,' Trish said. 'What is it?'
Brock chuckled and said, 'That's your clit, honey, your joy button. And this is how it feels.'
He pressed a fingertip against the moist red bud and started to rub. Instantly Trish felt the most stunning pleasure of her young life. A hot melting sensation flashed through her pussy, and her snug little box started to leak steamy sticky juice. No way in the world could she resist pleasure like that, even if it was wrong for him to touch her there.
'Oooooo,' she squealed, 'that feels terrific.'
Brock grinned wickedly. He felt he had an excellent chance of scoring with this innocent little chick. But he wanted to be absolutely sure, to get her really hot for him, so he went on stroking the moist slick button of her clit, making Trish squeal and moan and cream hot cunt-juice all over his fingers.
'Oh, wow,' she whimpered, 'out of sight.'
Brock kept massaging the sensitive lump of her clit, and with another finger he gently probed the super-tight mouth of her oozing little twat. Now he was sure the girl was a virgin. He was hardly able to get the tip of his finger inside her exquisitely snug cunt-mouth. Not wanting to hurt her, he withdrew the finger and just rimmed her twat-mouth.
'Ummmmm, yes,' Trish sighed. 'That feels great, too, Brock.'
She was so absorbed in the delicious feelings radiating from her pussy that she didn't notice anything else for quite awhile. She just lay there with her shapely coltish legs slightly parted, letting him frig her clit and cunt. Then Brock snugged even closer to her, lying half on top of her, and Trish felt something rock-hard against her thigh. She reached down and touched a big stiff lump in his pants.
'Oh, my gosh,' the girl exclaimed, 'what's that?'
Brock snorted with amusement. 'That's my cock, honey,' he laughed. 'Haven't you ever seen one before?'
'No, I haven't,' Trish said eagerly. 'Could I look at it, Brock? Please?'
Brock couldn't trust himself to reply, he was so amused and so turned on by the girl's incredible innocence. He just unzipped his fly and quickly tugged his pants and shorts off. Trish's blue eyes widened enormously as she looked at a cock for the very first time. Brock's thick seven-inch dick was stiff and swollen and weeping big bright bubbles of juice.
'Oh, wow,' Trish gasped, 'it's huge.'
It was weird-looking, too, in her opinion, not at all like her own dainty curl patch and little pink slit. But she found his big stiff cock handsome, even exciting. She studied his swollen red balls, his crisp black bush, the long pale stalk of his prick, and the big swollen knob of his cock-head.
'Could I touch it, please, Brock?' she said shyly.
'Sure, honey, go ahead,' Brock sighed.
Trish reached out timidly but eagerly and ran her little hand up and down the hot throbbing pole of his cock. She found it smooth and silky and pleasant to touch. She tested the feel of his coarse black bush-hairs and rosy swollen nut sacs, then trailed her fingers back up to the fat purple head of his cock. His prick-juice was hot and sticky.
She could have gone on happily exploring her first cock for a long time, but Brock was panting and flushed and far too excited to wait. He didn't want to come in her hand, not when he had a virgin cunt right there waiting for him. Gently he pushed her hand away from his achingly swollen meat and rolled on top of her, sinking between her warm silky thighs.
'Hey, Brock, what are you doing?' Trish squeaked.
'Fucking you, baby,' he said hoarsely. 'You'll dig this, too.'
Trish was suddenly alarmed. She'd gone way too far without even noticing it, but she knew it was wrong to fuck this man. She squeaked in fright and pushed against his shoulders, trying to shove him off her, but he was too heavy for her to move. She felt the huge hard head of his cock pressing urgently against the tiny mouth of her virgin box.
'Hey, Brock, no,' she yelped.
It was too late, Brock grunted, pushed, and popped the fat hard head of his dick inside her tiny virgin cunt- mouth. Trish gasped as he worked his way deeper, feeling his thick meat stuffing her tight little cunt till she could hardly breathe. It didn't hurt, but she was frightened, afraid that he'd split her in half.
'Oh, Brock, nooo,' she whined. 'It's too big.'
'No it's not, honey,' he panted, furiously aroused by the knowledge that he was popping her cherry. 'You just relax and dig it, honey, and it'll feel great. I promise.'
Trusting him, Trish did as he said, going limp and submissive beneath him. Brock pushed gently but steadily, till his thick seven-inch prick was touching her womb and his swollen hot balls rested against her slick little gash. Trish started to feel a strange excitement between her legs, a hot urgency that made her tight little cunt cream all around his steel-hard cock.
'Ummmmm,' she moaned.
'Feeling better?' Brock panted.
'Yes,' the girl sighed. 'Yes, it feels really good now, Brock.'
He sighed and began to fuck her, not in the hard savage way he'd balled her mother, but in deep slow delicious strokes. He felt her nails digging into his shoulders, felt her hot cunt-juice boiling around his dick, heard her shrill little cries – and knew that she was digging his fucking. The girl had inherited her mother's hot sensual nature.
'Oh, wow, YES,' Trish squealed, 'keep doing it to me, Brock. Wow, I really dig fucking. I didn't know it would feel so great.'
Brock had a helluva time holding out. It was so tempting to come in her seething-hot super-snug box. But he wanted the pretty teenager to dig it to come back for more, so he gritted his teeth and sawed away steadily till he brought her off. Trish moaned loudly, and her curvy little body rocked beneath him.
'Oh, my gosh,' she cried, 'what's happening?'
'You're coming, baby,' Brock gasped, 'and so am I.'
He couldn't hold out a second longer. He moaned and filled her tiny cunt with sizzling-hot come. Trish's blue eyes were wide with wonder and delight as she experienced her very first orgasm.
Even after Brock rolled off her, she lay sighing and writhing.
'Well, you better get to work now, kid,' he said, handing her her costume. 'The cook will tell you what to do.'
'Okay, Brock,' she sighed.
As Trish wandered dreamily off to the kitchen, she wondered how much Brock cared about her. She hoped it was a whole lot. She was young, yes, but if she played her cards right she could be married to Brock some day. She'd have the man of her dreams, and she and her mother would never have to worry about money again.
'I've got to have him,' Trish sighed to herself, 'I've just got to.'
CHAPTER THREE
While Trish dizzily made her way to the kitchen in the Tango Club, her mother was hurrying to keep up with business in the bar. It was Pat's first night on the job, and she'd never waited tables before, so she had a lot to learn – and very little time to learn it in.
