teeth and balled her slowly.
Trish hadn't liked the way he pushed roughly into her, causing her a moment's sharp pain, but when he began balling her slowly and gently, she started to get off on it. Unlike Pat, she didn't think about moral principles or reputation or modesty. She was too young and inexperienced to care about such things. She just sighed and let Frank work his rock-hard meat steadily up and down her snug little cunt.
'How's that feel to you, honey?' Frank panted.
'Pretty nice,' Trish admitted.
Frank laughed. 'Just pretty nice? Well, I'll try to do better than that.'
He went on reaming and stuffing her super-tight box with his achingly swollen dick, and he reached out and seized her tiny red clit between his thumb and forefinger. The little scarlet lump was almost hidden in her golden muff, but he managed to get a grip on it and to knead it steadily. Trish gasped with sudden pleasure, and he felt her scalding cunt-cream gushing all around his meat.
'Oooooo,' Trish squealed.
'Better?' Frank said.
'Ummmmm, yes,' the girl sighed, 'I really dig that.'
Frank grinned and increased the speed and pressure of his fucking. At the same time he kneaded her moist little joy button faster and faster. Trish's response was natural and quick. She squealed with pleasure and began creaming heavily around his jerking cock.
'Oh, wow, that's so good,' she sighed. 'Bring me off, okay?'
'I'll try,' Frank moaned.
He was so excited, so aroused by her red-hot squeezing cunt, that he doubted he could last another second. He kneaded her slick little clit as fast as he could, but not fast enough. He felt a delicious explosion in his cock and balls, and then he was drenching her tiny box with steamy come.
'Awwwww,' he wailed.
Trish looked down at him in disappointment. She'd really wanted to get off, and now she felt his cock shriveling inside her. Well, maybe she could make it with one of the other men. Coolly she sprang off Frank's sweaty body, and his limp cock slipped out of her come-filled cunt.
'Sorry about that,' Frank said sheepishly.
'No biggie,' Trish lied.
He quickly dressed and left, ashamed to look her in the eye. Trish didn't much care what he felt. She was there to do a job, and she'd done it as far as Frank was concerned. It was someone else's turn – and she certainly hoped the next guy would last longer.
The door opened and in walked Dave, the short plump man who was losing his hair. He was just as confident as he'd been with Pat, grinning at Trish as he stripped. Trish was hardly excited about fucking a fat bald guy, and she was even less thrilled with his tiny thin cock. But at least he had a good hard-on. Again she felt that horny melting sensation in her cunt.
'How do you want to do it, Dave?' she said boldly.
Dave gawked at her adorable curvy naked body and said, 'Oh, Jesus, honey-upside down, from the ceiling, however you want it. Only let's do it NOW.'
Trish giggled and got onto her hands and knees, poking her cute little butt high in the air. She was kind of fond of doing it dog-style. Dave, red-faced and wheezing with excitement, knelt behind her and quickly thrust his steel-hard little dick up her juicy cunt. He moaned with pleasure when he felt her exciting tightness.
'Oh, baby, you got a great little box,' he whined.
Trish didn't answer. As far as she was concerned the time for talking was over. She just wanted to be balled and balled hard. And Dave certainly tried. He went at her like a jackhammer, pounding his small stiff prick in and out of her cunt at a furious pace. Trish moaned and creamed hotly around his jerking meat.
'Oooooo, wow,yes,' she cried.
'Oh, Christ,' Dave yelped.
The girl's unashamed passion was more than he could take. He came almost the moment he was in her, filling her tiny tight box with sizzling jism. It was a sudden explosion of unexpected pleasure, and he still had a look of surprise on his pudgy flushed face as his cock went limp and slipped from her tight little box.
'Gee,' Dave said lamely, 'I usually last longer than that.'
'Don't worry about it,' Trish sighed. 'It was fun anyhow.'
Dave blushed and hurried into his clothes. A minute after he was gone, broad-shouldered silver-haired Carl entered the room. Like her mother, Trish found him instantly attractive, and she could hardly wait to feel his mammoth eight-inch dick in her frustrated little cunt. She trembled with horny anticipation as he rolled onto the bed beside her.
'Hey, honey,' he leered, 'you dig sucking cock?'
Trish sighed impatiently. 'Sometimes,' she said, 'but I'd rather ball.'
Carl gawked at her. He was a rich important man, and women just didn't turn him down. He didn't expect his partner to express her wishes. And here was this saucy little girl, no more than eighteen, telling him how she wanted it. For a moment he didn't know whether to laugh or get mad.
'Well?' Trish said, tapping her, fingers. 'Are we gonna get it on or not?'
Carl laughed. 'Okay, smart-ass,' he said, 'we'll do it your way.'
He rolled her onto her back, wedged open her legs with his knees, and plunged his thick hard meat deep into her wonderfully tight teenage twat. Right away he was glad he'd opted for a fuck instead of a blow-job. No woman's mouth, no matter how expert, could have equaled the heat and tightness of Trish's near-virgin box. He started to fuck her hard and fast and deep.
'Ooooo,' Trish squealed, 'that's more like it.'
And in the living room of the suite Brock was saying to his friends, 'It's just about time for the main show, gentlemen. As soon as you all have your turns, we'll bring the ladies out and let them see each other.'
'Jesus, Brock,' Frank said nervously, 'don't you think they'll be kind of upset?'
'That's the point,' Brock said with a wicked grin, 'that's just the point.'
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pat was taking on her sixth man of the evening, a beefy reddish-haired guy named Jack. By now she was so weary of the whole business that she really didn't care what he did with her, but she still managed to fake her enthusiasm, constantly reminding herself that her, reward would be marriage to Brock Spalding.
Jack at least didn't waste time with preliminaries. The moment he was undressed, he leaped onto Pat's tall curvy body and began hammering his hard six-inch dick against the come-soaked mouth of her cunt. Wearily Pat opened her legs wider and let him in. She put her arms around him and clung to him, as she'd done with the others, pretending to be hotly aroused.
'Wow, baby,' Jack panted as he began to fuck her, 'you really must like screwing. You've had six guys already.'
Tell me about it, Pat thought wearily. But for Jack's sake, she just murmured, 'Oh, let's not talk. Just do it to me, do it to meeee.'
'You got it, honey,' he chuckled.
As Pat had intended, Jack decided he must be the greatest stud in the West. He hammered away at her, probing and stuffing her juicy little box with his thick hard meat. To Pat it felt vaguely pleasant, but she wasn't aroused enough to come. Her only thought was to finish with the guy, get home and see if Trish was all right. It was getting very late.
Wanting to bring Jack off as fast as she could, Pat threw her long legs around his waist and panted, 'Oh, God, it's so good. I think I'm going to come. Yes, yes, come with me, Jack.ohhhhh.'
Again her deception worked. Jack bellowed and shot his steamy load into her, then rolled off her with a smug grin. No doubt he thought he'd given her the fuck of her life. Pat managed a weak smile. No sooner had Jack dressed and left the room than she shot out of bed and pulled on her costume. She'd done her duty, and she
