delicious youth.
'You just lie down and get comfortable, doll,' he said. 'I'll be right with you.'
Obediently Trish lay down on the leather couch and waited for Brock to finish taking off his clothes. She felt nervous, knowing she was doing something wicked and daring, but at the same time she felt that strange new sensation of horniness – a hot glowing and melting sensation in her young pussy. She had to admit to herself that she urgently wanted Brock to fuck her.
The petite blonde teenager watched with growing excitement as Brock removed his shirt and revealed his hard lean hair-matted chest. She got even more excited when he skinned out of his pants and shorts. His big cock was just as stiff and swollen as yesterday. The pale blue-veined pole of flesh hugged his belly, the big purple head leaking bright bubbles of prick-juice.
'Did you have fun with me yesterday, honey?' Brock asked.
'Yes.' Trish admitted. 'I really did, Brock.'
'Well, we're gonna have even more fun tonight,' he said with a broad grin. 'I'm gonna teach you something new.'
Trish trembled nervously as her handsome black-hated boss eased onto the couch beside her. She wanted him, yes, but it was only her second experience of love-making and she dreaded doing anything clumsy. Brock drew her into his arms and kissed her, and the press of their naked bodies was like a delicious electric shock. Trish purred with pleasure and allowed him to ream her mouth with his thick wet tongue.
'Ummmmm,' she murmured.
It was so exciting, she forgot all about her mother, all about the difference between right and wrong. Her naked tits rubbed against the rough hairs of his chest, her tiny pink nipples pleasantly tickled. Her little golden muff rubbed the rigid line of his stiff cock, and she felt her young slit getting more hot and wet and swollen by the second.
Brock slid his hand into her crotch and gently rubbed the tiny hot button of her clit. 'You got off on that yesterday, didn't you, doll?' he said huskily.
'Ummmmm, yes,' Trish sighed. 'It felt so good when you touched me there, Brock.'
'Well, tonight it's gonna feel even better,' he said, 'because I'm not gonna use my fingers.'
Trish didn't have any idea what he was talking about, not even when he gently spread her shapely little legs and knelt between them. She trembled, thinking he was about to fuck her. She remembered vividly how exciting it had felt to have his hugely thick cock easing into her tight little cunt. She waited to feel it again.
But Brock surprised her. Instead of putting his cock into her, he dipped his head down into her steamy little slit. Trish felt the tickle of his hair on her inner thighs and then his scalding-hot moist breath fanning her pussy. She blushed furiously, wondering why he'd want to do a thing like that. Did he just want a much closer look at her naked gash?
'Oh, my gosh,' Trish gasped.
Suddenly she was experiencing the most devastating jay of her young life. She glanced down and saw Brock's gleaming red tongue lashing hungrily back and forth over the bright little dot of her clit. It seemed such a weird thing to do, and yet she couldn't deny how great it felt. Helplessly she moaned and let her legs fall wider open.
'Oh, Brock,' she whined, 'fantastic. What are you doing?'
He chuckled and said, 'Eating your pussy, honey. I told you you'd dig it.'
Trish didn't just dig it, she adored it. She lay there making a helplessly horny gurgling noise and let her slim legs fall wide open, her whole young body melting with pleasure as Brock licked her clit. She couldn't help it, she just loved the feel of his tongue on her supersensitive little joy button. Her tiny cunt began to cream hotly, heavily.
Although Pat had told her all the facts of life, she'd never described the different ways of love-making. Of course Trish knew about hugging and kissing and petting and fucking, but she hadn't heard a thing about oral sex. She didn't know if it was right or wrong for Brock to lick her slit – she only knew that it felt marvelous and that she never wanted him to stop.
As his tongue lashed faster and faster over the tender red lump of her clit, she cried, 'Oooooo, yes, Brock, just keep doing that, please. Eat my pussy, yessss.'
Brock went on tongue-lashing her hot little love-bud, but he also seized a moment to glance at the panting, moaning girl, glorying in his power over her. Trish was clearly thrilled out of her mind. Her pretty little face was flushed with horny pleasure, her big blue eyes rolling wildly, her little pink tongue darting out to lick her lips. It was super-exciting to Brock that he could turn her on like that.
'I love it, I love it,' the girl babbled.
Brock decided to make it even better for her. He slipped his hands under her pert little ass and pulled her up tight against his mouth, his lips pressing firmly against the soaked hot lump of her clit. He began to suck the tiny hot button, and Trish went wild with delight, bucking and squealing and creaming hot sticky cunt-cream all over his face. His sucking excited her even more than his licking.
'Oooooo,' the girl squealed, 'Oooooo, YES.'
Brock hungrily ate her pussy, sucking fast and hard on the tasty red bud of her clit. He was getting hotly aroused, but not too aroused to make comparisons. He studied Trish's light pink slit and compared it with the rich red of Pat's pussy. The girl's rosy-pink gash was encircled with fine golden curls, while Pat's pussy was fringed with glossy black hairs. He couldn't decide which slit was more lovely – but then it didn't matter because he could have them both.
He sucked even more loudly and hungrily on the girl's hot squirting clit, and Trish moaned, 'Oh, Brock, I'm getting that weird feeling again. I think I'm coming. Ohhhhh, wow, yes.'
Brock almost came himself, rubbing his swollen dick eagerly against the leather couch seat as he watched the lovely teenager in climax. Trish's whole body flushed a mottled pink, and she bucked and writhed with dizzying pleasure. She squealed shrilly as the orgasm overtook her, and her hot sticky cunt-juice spewed out to soak Brock's face. Finally her spasms passed, and she looked down at him, amazed, panting.
'Oh, wow, that was fantastic, Brock,' she sighed. 'How do you do that?'
'That's classified information,' he laughed. 'But I'm glad you got off on it, honey. Now here's something else I know you'll like.'
Once again he burrowed into the girl's creamy fragrant little slit, stuck out his tongue, and began licking. He gave her red-hot clit just a teasing stroke, then tongued lower, exploring the hot folds of her little pink pussylips, rimming the length of her near-virgin cunt. Trish responded as before, with moans and sighs and the steady helpless creaming of her tiny twat.
'Oh, Brock,' she wailed. 'Too much.'
What he was doing seemed so wicked, so weird, and yet so irresistibly exciting. Irish felt his thick wet tongue gliding slowly into her tiny tight cunt, gradually stuffing her horny little box. He pushed in clear to the root of his tongue and managed to tickle her womb. Trish almost fainted with lusty excitement. Her eager twat tightened around his tongue, wanting it to stay inside her forever.
'Ummmmm, yesss,' she gasped, 'I love your tongue in meeeee.'
Then he began to jerk his thick wet tongue rapidly up and down in her searing-hot squeezing box. It felt like a slippery little cock, and Trish responded with shrill cries of joy. She'd long forgotten her mother and her conscience. She'd blotted out everything but the fantastic pleasure of having her pussy eaten.
'Oh, yes, Brock, YES,' she wailed, 'keep moving your tongue in me. Make me come again.'
She was so hotly aroused that it didn't take long for him to carry out her request. A few more rough plunges of his big tongue in her tiny tight box, and Trish was wailing with the dizzying pleasure of a second climax. Again Brock damned near came right along with her. Her box was exquisitely tight around his tongue, reminding him how great it was going to be to fuck her.
But he managed to hold out, tonguing steadily, roughly, in her gripping wet twat until her climax was over. Then he raised his head and wiped away her sticky cream from his face. He got out from between her legs and stretched out on his back. His hugely swollen dick wagged and weaved lewdly, pointing at the ceiling. Trish's big blue eyes focused shyly yet longingly on his swollen meat.
'Now it's your turn to play with me, honey,' Brock said hoarsely. 'I'll tell you what to do.'
'All right, Brock,' Trish said, shyly yet eagerly. 'Sit on me,' he commanded. 'Put my cock in.' Trish had never
