sudden warmth and wetness in her horny little pussy as she studied Ted's pale swollen meat. She couldn't help wondering if all men fucked alike or if there were interesting differences in their technique.
'There,' she said as Ted stepped out of his pants and stood before her naked. She got to her feet, preparing to join Brock op the couch. But Ted pulled her against him and said huskily, 'Just give me a little kiss, honey.'
Trish gave a squeak of surprise, but she wasn't fast enough to prevent him from kissing her. He was an exciting kisser, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, but even more exciting was the way his rigid throbbing prick rubbed against her pouting little bush. Again she felt sudden heat and moisture in her slit.
It was exciting to kiss Ted, but what would Brock think? Trish managed to peer over Ted's broad shoulder, and she saw that Brock was grinning. He caught her eye and nodded, as if to say it was perfectly all right if she kissed his buddy. In fact Brock looked like he was having a great time.
Trish couldn't figure it out. If she ever caught Brock kissing another girl, she'd be furious. But whatever Brock wanted was okay with her, so she relaxed in Ted's arms and let him kiss her deeply and hungrily. The next thing she knew, the powerfully-built redhead was lowering her to the carpet.
'Hey, what are you doing?' Trish squeaked.
'Just having a little fun,' Ted panted. 'Brock doesn't mind, do you, old buddy?'
'Not at all,' Brock said. 'Trish, Ted is my best friend, and I want you to please him. You just do whatever he wants.'
'Okay, Brock,' Trish said uncertainly.
Ted laid her down on her back. His cock was achingly stiff, and he wanted nothing more than to jump on that adorable little girl and ball her silly. But Brock had warned that no force could be used. Ted would have to persuade her into fucking him. He spread her slim legs, exposing the delicate pink flesh of her gash, and then plunged his face right into her steamy little pussy.
'Oooooo,' Trish squealed. 'Hey, Brock, are you sure this is okay?'
'I'm sure, honey,' Brock said soothingly. 'You just relax and enjoy yourself. Nobody has to know about this except us.'
Trish still felt uneasy. She felt there was something terribly weird about Brock's attitude. If he really cared about her, why was he letting his buddy make love to her? Why was he getting off on it? Brock had left the couch and come to sit on the rug not five feet away, and he was grinning wildly as he watched Ted eat Trish's pussy.
Of course Trish couldn't ignore Ted either. He had his flushed sweaty face right in her crotch, snorting and snuffling around in the fragrant pink flesh of her slit. At first it just tickled, but then she felt sudden hot pleasure as her supersensitive clit was lashed by his big wet tongue. She couldn't help enjoying that. She gave a little sigh and let her legs fall farther apart.
'That's it, baby,' Brock coaxed, 'just relax and enjoy it. Give my buddy a good time.'
Trish still didn't like his attitude, but she was being swept away with pleasure as Ted hungrily and expertly lashed and tickled her tiny red love-bud with the stiff tip of his tongue. Her aroused little cunt began to cream a steady stream of juice that moistened Ted's chin. Trish shivered blissfully. Nothing in the world felt better than having her hot little joy button licked.
'Ummmmm,' she sighed.
Ted knew he was arousing her, and that made him even more excited. He seized the girl's legs and drew them up over his broad shoulders. That way Trish's tasty little snatch was totally open to him, and Brock had a good view, too. Brock grinned broadly as he watched his buddy's thick red tongue flicking back and forth over Trish's tiny scarlet clit.
Brock reached out, squeezed Trish's shoulder, and said, 'Feels great, doesn't it, honey?'
'Ummmmm, yes,' Trish sighed. 'But are you sure you don't mind, Brock? It doesn't make you jealous?'
Brock, knowing he'd be balling her before the night was over, laughed. 'I'm not jealous,' he said. 'Ted is my friend. I'd do anything for him.'
Trish nodded, but her mind was far from made up. She loved Ted's expert pussy-eating, but she didn't like Brock making a gift of her body without even consulting her. It was like she was only a plaything, not a human being with feelings. In fact in that moment Trish fell out of love with Brock. Just like Pat, she realized that he wasn't a normal guy – he was a sickie.
But just as her mother had played out the scene for the sake of the daughter, Trish hung in there for Pat's sake. She might have contempt for Brock and his kinky amusements, but she still coveted his wealth. Marriage to him would mean that her mother would never have to work again. To Trish that was more important than her own feelings.
Besides, it was hardly torture to have her pussy deliciously eaten. Ted tongue-lashed her hot little clit into stiffness, then took the moist bud between his lips and began sucking on it loud and hard. Trish gasped, then moaned with ecstasy, and her hot fragrant cunt-cream gushed out to soak Ted's face.
'Oooooo,' the girl squealed, 'that feels so good.'
Brock drew even closer to watch. He saw Ted's mouth planted firmly around Trish's red love-bud, saw Ted's lips sucking furiously on the soaked little lump. Trish was in ecstasy, her blue eyes rolling crazily, her hot sticky pussy-juice gushing out to soak Ted's chin. Everything was going exactly to plan.
'Dig it, honey, dig it,' Brock panted.
'Ohhhhh,' Trish wailed, 'Ooohhhh.'
The girl was on the very verge of climax, and both men knew it. Quickly Ted moved back, jerking his head from her red-hot snatch, and pressed the huge purple head of his prick against her tiny wet cunt-mouth. He pushed into her, moaning blissfully as he felt his swollen meat encased in hot velvety flesh.
'Oh, my gosh,' Trish gasped.
Ted's thick hard cock was fully into her before she quite realized what had happened. Then she stared at him in shock and disbelief. She'd been up for a little fooling around, yes, but she hadn't realized he meant to ball her. And right in front of Brock, Trish shrieked and tried to push Ted off her.
'No, no,' she sobbed, 'I didn't mean to go all the way.'
Ted paid no attention, working his huge thick cock slowly and deeply in her exquisitely tight cunt. Wild horses couldn't have dragged him away now. His eyes rolled crazily as he enjoyed her delicious snugness, and he was oblivious to everything else around him. Trish pushed at his shoulders but he was too big, too heavy for her to throw off.
'Brock,' she wailed.
Brock was right there beside her, but he didn't look at all upset. He was grinning like a fiend as he watched Ted's pale blue-veined cock working slowly in and out between the girl's plump little pink pussylips. Now Trish was completely bewildered. How could Brock just sit there and watch another guy balling his girl? Worse than that, he actually seemed to enjoy it.
'Brock, why are you letting him do this?' Trish cried.
Brock pulled her arms down and pinned them so she couldn't push at Ted's shoulders. 'Take it easy, take it easy,' he chanted. 'It's all okay, baby. We're just having a little fun.'
Trish could no longer doubt what was happening. Brock had brought her here on purpose to let his buddy ball her and to watch the whole scene. It blew her mind. She didn't know what to think except that there was something very evil and strange about Brock Spalding. This was certainly something no normal man would do.
But she had something else to think about, too. She had to admit that Ted's thick seven-inch prick felt marvelous in her horny little box. The more he fucked her, the more excited she got. In spite of herself, Trish felt her hot little cunt gushing steamy juice all around his slow-stroking prick.
'Ummmmm,' she murmured, 'ummmmm.'
'Yeah, that's it, baby,' Brock chanted soothingly. 'Just let it happen. Let my buddy ball you. Get off on it.'
Trish gave up the fight. There was no way she could escape two powerful men, and since Ted was already fucking her, she might as well enjoy it. She relaxed, keeping her legs wide open, letting the red-hated man probe clear to her womb with his long hard cock. His stiff cock-shaft rubbed deliciously back and forth over her horny little clit, adding to her mounting excitement.
'Oh, Christ,' Ted moaned, 'she's so friggin' tight, I don't think I can hold out.'
'Just a little longer,' Brock encouraged. 'Bring her off. She's about ready.'
