"Hi," he said, "I'm Jack."
"Hi, Jack," Trish said, stifling a yawn.
"Listen," Jack said as he undressed, "there's something I've always wanted to do, and my wife won't do it for me. Maybe you would."
"Sure, Jack," Trish sighed, "whatever you want."
She was pretty sure it would be something she didn't like, but he was the last guy of the evening and she'd do anything to get him off. She just wanted to get home before Pat got there, and it was getting awfully late. Jack climbed onto the bed, his six-inch cock wagging lewdly, and Trish steeled herself to do whatever he wanted.
"Suck me off, honey," he said hoarsely.
Trish just barely managed to smile. She'd already had to suck off one guy that evening, and her little mouth was stretched and sore. But she dutifully bent over Jack's belly and plunged her hot juicy little mouth down on his rigid oozing prick. She managed to take in half of it, and Jack gasped with pleasure.
"Oh,yeah," he moaned, "take it in your mouth, baby, suck on it. Suck my dick."
Trish blew him as hard and fast as she could. She didn't take time to enjoy the hot silky texture of his cock or the light salty taste of his prick-juice. This had to be a rush job if she was going to get home before her mother. She gave it everything she had, applying fierce hot pressure to Jack's drooling meat.
"Oh, Christ, that's great," he moaned. "Yeah, yeah, bring me off."
He'd hardly spoken before he was coming, filling the pretty teenager's mouth with red-hot jism. Trish swallowed it with a feeling of relief. She just had time to get home before Pat got off work. No sooner had Jack's cock shriveled and slipped from her mouth than she was off the bed and scrambling into her costume.
"What's your hurry, honey?" Jack said as he reached for his clothes.
"I have to get home," Trish said anxiously. "When you get out there, would you please tell Brock I need a ride?"
"Sure, baby," Jack said. He grinned broadly as he left the room.
A moment later Brock poked his head in the door and said, "Just come on out, Trish, and I'll be with you in a second."
Trish scuffled out of the room just at the moment when Pat was emerging from the other bedroom.
Mother and daughter stared at each other. "Trish," Pat gasped, "what are you doing here?"
"What areyou doing here, Mom?" Trish cried. The harsh laughter of the men gave them the answer. The laughter and the leering looks and the rude remarks told them everything. It was clear that mother and daughter had been brought to the suite to provide a kinky orgy for Brock's friends – and that Brock himself had been balling them both. Trish and Pat exchanged looks of horror.
Then Pat was in motion, leaping at Brock, clawing his face. "You bastard," she screamed, "you creep! How could you do this to my daughter? I'll kill you!"
Some of the other men rushed to drag her away from Brock, but nobody noticed little Trish until she was right in the midst of them, kicking Brock's shins and pounding him with her fists.
"I hate you," she hissed, "I hate you for what you did to my mother!"
Others pulled her away and held her. Brock rubbed his face where Pat had scratched him, then studied the two angry women with a frown. "You're both fired," he said coldly. "I never had any intention of marrying either of you. I was going to let you go right now, but you pissed me off. I think I'll let my friends do whatever they want with you."
"Oh, my God, no," Pat wailed.
She didn't care what happened to herself, but she couldn't bear the thought of those leering men touching Trish. She struggled with all her might to get loose, but the biggest of the men, Carl, Mel and Jack, held her and dragged her to the floor. Big strong hands ripped off her skimpy little-costume, leaving her naked.
Meanwhile Frank, Dave and Sid were wrestling Trish to the carpet. The little blonde girl fought fiercely, kicking and scratching and biting, but she was no match for three grown men. They held her down and tore off her tiny pink costume, then ogled her curvy naked body. Trish struggled in vain, then burst into tears of rage.
"Let my mother go," she sobbed. "I'll do anything you want but let her go."
"Noooo," Pat wailed as she struggled just a few yards away from her daughter, "keep me and let Trish go. Please, I'll do anything if you'll just let her go."
But the leering excited men paid no attention to their protests. Brock took a comfortable chair nearby and sipped a drink, as he watched, a cruel smile on his face. Pat and Trish could tell from his expression that they had no chance of escape. Once again they'd be forced to put on a kinky show for his sick mind.
"Oh, Trish, baby, I'm sorry," Pat sobbed.
"Don't worry, Mom," Trish said grimly, "I can take it. And when it's over, we'll get even."
"You bet we will, honey," Pat said angrily.
There was nothing more for them to say to each other, not then. Both women grimly faced the coming ordeal. While Mel and Jack held Pat down, Carl parted her long lovely legs and exposed the lush red flesh of her pussy. He grinned as he studied her little red joy button, the small shadowed mouth of her cunt and its delicate fringe of glossy black curls.
"You're in for a real treat, baby," he said.
"GO to hell," Pat hissed.
Carl just laughed. All the men in the room except Brock started stripping off their clothes, and Pat knew she and Trish were in for a long night of it. Carl was certainly ready to go. His mammoth eight-inch cock stood straight up, the head huge and purple and swollen. Pat winced at the sight of it. Then Carl was kneeling between her legs and pressing the hot oozing head of his dick against her resisting cunt mouth.
"Come on, bitch, loosen up," he panted. "You're holding back on me. You're so tight I can't get in."
"Tough," she spat.
But Carl wasn't taking no for an answer. While hefty Mel and Jack held her so she couldn't escape or even twist away, Carl pushed savagely against her tiny twat-mouth and popped the huge hard head of his prick inside her. Pat moaned in pain. She couldn't take much of that, so she relaxed her cunt muscles and allowed him to push all the way into her.
"That's better," Carl sighed, sinking down on her. "Oh, Jesus, yeah."
He began to fuck her very slowly, savoring the delicious snugness of her hot come-filled box. Pat had to admit that if she'd liked the guy and been alone with him, she could easily have gotten off on his giant dick. She'd never taken a cock so big, and it stuffed and reamed her little twat deliciously.
But this was hardly a romantic situation. Just a few feet away her daughter was being raped.
Trish had struggled just as hard as her mother, but with no better results. Sid and Dave were holding her down, pinning her so firmly that she could hardly move. Frank was kneeling between her legs and studying the sweet golden curls of her muff and the light pink flesh of her pussy. He had a stiff hard-on, his seven-inch prick nuzzling his belly.
"You're gonna get it now, little girl," he grinned.
Trish didn't know many swear words, so she just stuck out her tongue at him and made a nasty face. She knew he was going to ball her, that she couldn't get away, but at least she could let him know that she despised him and his friends. Then Frank flopped down on her and thrust his thick hard meat up her tiny tight cunt.
"Uhhhhh," Trish whined.
She tried to keep her voice low, knowing that any loud cries would upset her mother. She gritted her teeth as she felt Frank's thick long cock easing up her tiny twat and finally pressing against her womb. Then he sighed deeply and started to fuck her in slow leisurely strokes, delighting in the exquisite tightness of young pussy.
"Oh, Jesus," Frank moaned, "so friggin' tight."
Trish had normal feelings, and she couldn't help thinking that under better circumstances she really would have liked balling Frank. He had a nice big dick, and he really knew how to fuck. He didn't go at her savagely, but probed slowly and tantalizingly in her easily-aroused box. Trish might have let herself go with him if she hadn't been so concerned for her mother.