"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."
He wasn't exaggerating. With each deep slow thrust of Ted's cock into her searing-hot little box, Trish moaned hoarsely and her blue eyes rolled back in her head. Her hot cunt-cream was overflowing her stuffed little twat, soaking Ted's swollen balls. Finally Ted gave a few short hard jerks of his cock, and the girl was coming.
"Eeeeee," Trish shrieked.
Almost instantly she felt the hot blast of Ted's come filling and overflowing her convulsing cunt. She gave herself up to the dizzying waves of pleasure that rocked her curvy little body. Ted writhed and moaned right along with her for a moment, then withdrew. He lay on the rug panting, his prick limp and dripping.
"There now, that wasn't so terrible, was it?" Brock chuckled.
Trish frowned at him. Now that her hot need was satisfied, she came back to her senses and realized what a sick scene Brock had just put her through. No, she definitely wasn't in love with him any more. She felt used and humiliated. She started to get to her feet, but Brock held her down.
"Let me go," Trish snapped. "I ought to get back to work."
"Honey, you are at work," Brock laughed. "I haven't had my turn yet."
Trish gawked, too shocked to speak. She'd resigned herself to putting out for his buddy, but she hadn't dreamed that Brock meant to fuck her, too, right there in front of Ted. Never in her wildest fantasies had she imagined balling two guys, one right after the other. It definitely wasn't right.
"Hold her," Brock cried as the angry teenager tried to struggle out of his grasp.
Ted leaped over to pin her while Brock quickly skinned out of his clothes. Trish wept and struggled, but she was no match for Ted's strength. She knew now that she'd have to take on both of them, put on a lewd show once more. The idea disgusted her, but there was no way out.
"Oh, Brock, please, don't," she sobbed.
Brock paid no attention to her distress. When he was naked, his big cock hugging his belly stiffly, he rolled her over onto her hands and knees while Ted helped hold her in place. Trish couldn't prevent him from kneeling behind her and ramming his thick meat up her come-soaked little twat. He wasn't slow and gentle like Ted. He began to ball her furiously.
"Ooooooo," Trish wailed.
It didn't hurt, but she felt humiliated and indignant. She didn't like having her body used without her permission. As far as she was concerned, Brock Spalding was a dumb shit – he could have gotten so much more out of her if he'd treated her properly, if he'd shown love and tenderness instead of selfish savagery.
But that was beside the point. She couldn't get away, and she had to kneel there and take thrust after brutal thrust from Brock's big swollen prick. She was a normal healthy girl, and she couldn't help enjoying the rough friction of his swollen meat in her tight little cunt. Again she told herself that she might as well enjoy it.