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.