The next morning Trish crept into the Tango Club by the back entrance, wanting to make sure her mother didn't see her. An encounter with Pat would blow everything. Trish loved her new job. The work wasn't all that hard, she got to wear that adorable little pink costume, and best of all, she could be near Brock Spalding.
When she arrived for her second night of work, Brock was right there in the kitchen talking to the chef. "Hi there, gorgeous," he said to Trish, giving her a little pat on the ass.
"Hello, Brock," the girl said shyly.
She hurried off to the employee's bathroom to change into her costume. Her heart was pounding. No doubt about it, she was getting a heavy crush on the handsome owner of the Tango Club. She couldn't help fantasizing about how great it would be if Brock returned her affection, how glamorous it would be if they were married.
But Brock Spalding had something much more concrete on his mind. When Trish returned to the kitchen, looking delectable in her skimpy skin-tight costume, Brock maneuvered her into a corner where no one could overhear them. Again Trish's heart fluttered as the sexy dark-haired club owner spoke to her.
"Honey, I'd like you to come to my office as soon as you're finished working tonight," he said with a grin.
"Oh, gosh, I hope I'm not doing anything wrong," Trish said. "It's only my second night, Brock. I'm trying hard, I really am."
Brock tilted her chin up and gave her a little peck on the nose. "Your work's fine, baby," he said. "I just want to be alone with you, you dig?"
Trish blushed furiously. After a night of reflection, she knew she'd gone way too far with Brock when they made love. She knew a girl wasn't supposed to sacrifice her virginity to a near stranger. But something about the man made her unable to resist him. She felt, that hot excitement in her pussy again.
"All right, Brock," she said meekly, "I'll be there."
He went off smiling. Trish didn't know it, and neither did Pat, but Brock Spalding was having the sexual adventure of his life. He'd been around, he'd had all kinds of women; but never before had he fucked a mother and daughter. It blew his mind. And he meant to make the most of the situation, knowing both women were infatuated with him.
Trish worked at clearing away dishes in the dining room for several hours. She didn't work as long as Pat did, arriving later and leaving earlier in order to avoid running into her mother. By midnight her work was over. She changed back into her jeans and jersey, then nervously made her way to Brock's office.
Brock was at his desk, taking a phone call, and he signaled Trish to sit and wait. She perched anxiously on the edge of the leather couch, wondering exactly what Brock wanted of her. He'd said he wanted to be alone with her. Surely that meant that he cared for her? Trish prayed it was true. She wanted so much to have him fall in love with her.
Finally Brock hung up and grinned at her. "How'd the work go tonight?" he said. "I hope you're not too tired."
"Oh, it went fine, Brock," Trish said hastily. "I'm not tired at all."
"Good," he said, getting up from behind his desk. "Why don't you take off your clothes, baby, and we'll have a little fun together."
Trish hung her head. Now she understood all too well that he wanted to ball her, but she just didn't know if it was right. She knew her mother would have been horrified – but did Pat always know best? Trish wanted Brock urgently, plus there was always the chance that her cooperation would lead to marriage, to all the wealth and security that she and Pat would ever need.
When Trish didn't reply, Brock stepped up close to her and said, "Hey, what's the matter, honey? You change your mind about the job?"
"Oh, no, Brock," the girl said quickly. "I love working here."
"Well, then, you better get undressed," he said, "because I don't have all night. You remember what I said, Trish – if you're gonna work here, you gotta please the boss."
Trish felt a little annoyed at the way he ordered her around, but at least his little speech had helped her make up her mind. It was either ball the boss or lose her job, and she had no intention of leaving the Tango Club. It offered her too much-good wages and the chance to know Brock Spalding a lot better. She'd just have to forget about what her mother might think.
"All right, Brock," Trish said, blushing slightly.
She kicked off her sneakers and then pulled off her tight little jersey. Standing nearby, Brock began to undress, too, but he never took his eyes off her adorable figure. Trish removed her bra, and he ogled her superb round little tits and their tiny pink nipples. Then the girl unzipped her jeans and skinned out of them.
In just her little blue lace panties, Trish was a sight calculated to drive any man wild. Brock still thought she wasn't as spectacularly beautiful as her mother, but she was certainly a sexy and lovely little chick. He watched hungrily as the girl slipped out of her panties, revealing the delicate golden muff of her bush.
"There, Brock," she sighed. "Now what do you want me to do?"
Brock grinned smugly. He just couldn't help it. He knew now that he had both mother and daughter in his power, that the two women would do anything in the world to please him. Of course neither had any idea that the other was in love with him. He could use both women to his heart's content, both Pat's stunning beauty and Trish's 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 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!"