"Brock, you naughty thing," Trish giggled.
Her voice sounded strange in her own ears, and it didn't take her long to realize that she was getting a little drunk. She'd never touched alcohol before, and she'd been sipping her vodka and tonic like it was soda pop. No wonder she was giggling shrilly every time Brock squeezed her boob. But to Trish it was only a lark. She was having a good time.
"Honey," Brock said, "how would you like to earn an extra fifty bucks tonight?"
"Oh, wow, would I," Trish said eagerly. "What do you want me to do, Brock?"
"Take off your costume," he said, leering.
Trish stared at him, then giggled. "You mean sit here naked?" she said. "What would you want me to do that for?"
"Never mind our reasons, angel," Brock said. "Do you want the money?"
Trish debated for a moment. She certainly could use the fifty dollars for school clothes, but she was also pretty sure that it was wrong to take off her clothes in front of two men. Pat would have had a fit if she'd known. But then there was no chance of Pat finding out – she'd be hard at work at the club for the next few hours. Trish just couldn't resist the chance to earn all that spending money.
"Okay," she laughed, "but it sounds like a silly idea to me."
"We don't think it's silly at all, honey," Ted sighed.
Since the moment Trish stepped into the room Ted had been unable to keep his hungry eyes off her slim young body. Secretly he agreed with Brock that she didn't have her mother's stunning beauty, but she was certainly pretty enough. It was the lure of youth that drew him. Brock had confessed to popping her cherry just a few days ago. Ted got hotly excited when he imagined how tight her box would be.
But Brock had also warned him that they'd have to use different tactics with the daughter.
"Go ahead, baby," Ted, continued, "take off the costume. Give us poor old guys something nice to look at."
Trish grinned and kicked off her shoes. As she pulled down the thin shoulder straps of her tight pink costume, she was thinking of all the ways she could spend the fifty dollars Brock had promised her. She pulled the costume down to her waist and exposed the exquisite little globe of her firm young tits.
"Beautiful," Ted sighed, his eyes glued hotly to her delicate little pink nipples.
"Now take the rest of it off, honey," Brock said.
Trish quickly skinned out of her costume, letting it slither down her legs. The men ogled the adorable little golden puff of her bush. As she stooped to step out of the costume, they got a brief tantalizing glimpse of her pure pink slit with its fine fringe of golden curls.
"There," Trish chirped, tossing her discarded costume on a chair and standing before them naked. "Can I have the money now, Brock?"
Brock swallowed hard before answering. He'd forgotten how incredibly inviting Trish looked in her innocent nakedness. "Sure, honey," he said somewhat hoarsely, "you can have it now. But there may be a chance for you to earn more."
"Oh?" Trish said eagerly. "Doing what?"
Ted spoke before Brock could answer. "You could help me undress," he said with a big grin. "You look so comfortable, I thought I'd like to get naked, too."
Trish shrugged. She didn't pretend to understand all the silly things adults enjoyed, but she did understand that the more money she earned, the better. Every penny she saved for her school expenses meant that Pat would have to work less hard. It seemed weird to help a grown man off with his clothes, but she'd do it for her mother's sake.
"All right," Trish said.
Just as her mother had done an hour earlier, Trish walked over to where Ted was sitting, dropped to her knees, and began removing his shoes and socks. But whereas Pat had been hostile and scowling, Trish merely had a blank expression. To her it was all business. She next removed Ted's shirt, and then he stood up so she could take off his pants.
Trish found it harder to maintain her businesslike expression when she saw the man's cock. She hadn't been around much, and she was terribly curious about pricks and balls. As she eyed Ted's stiff seven-inch dick, his coppery bush, and his swollen red nut sacs, she couldn't help wondering how it would be to ball him.
But of course she'd never cheat on Brock. It was Brock she loved and wanted to marry. Still she felt a sudden warmth and wetness in her horny little pussy as she studied Ted's pale swollen meat. She couldn't help wondering if all men fucked alike or if there were interesting differences in their technique.
"There," she said as Ted stepped out of his pants and stood before her naked. She got to her feet, preparing to join Brock op the couch. But Ted pulled her against him and said huskily, "Just give me a little kiss, honey."
Trish gave a squeak of surprise, but she wasn't fast enough to prevent him from kissing her. He was an exciting kisser, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, but even more exciting was the way his rigid throbbing prick rubbed against her pouting little bush. Again she felt sudden heat and moisture in her slit.
It was exciting to kiss Ted, but what would Brock think? Trish managed to peer over Ted's broad shoulder, and she saw that Brock was grinning. He caught her eye and nodded, as if to say it was perfectly all right if she kissed his buddy. In fact Brock looked like he was having a great time.
Trish couldn't figure it out. If she ever caught Brock kissing another girl, she'd be furious. But whatever Brock wanted was okay with her, so she relaxed in Ted's arms and let him kiss her deeply and hungrily. The next thing she knew, the powerfully-built redhead was lowering her to the carpet.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Trish squeaked.
"Just having a little fun," Ted panted. "Brock doesn't mind, do you, old buddy?"
"Not at all," Brock said. "Trish, Ted is my best friend, and I want you to please him. You just do whatever he wants."
"Okay, Brock," Trish said uncertainly.
Ted laid her down on her back. His cock was achingly stiff, and he wanted nothing more than to jump on that adorable little girl and ball her silly. But Brock had warned that no force could be used. Ted would have to persuade her into fucking him. He spread her slim legs, exposing the delicate pink flesh of her gash, and then plunged his face right into her steamy little pussy.
"Oooooo," Trish squealed. "Hey, Brock, are you sure this is okay?"
"I'm sure, honey," Brock said soothingly. "You just relax and enjoy yourself. Nobody has to know about this except us."
Trish still felt uneasy. She felt there was something terribly weird about Brock's attitude. If he really cared about her, why was he letting his buddy make love to her? Why was he getting off on it? Brock had left the couch and come to sit on the rug not five feet away, and he was grinning wildly as he watched Ted eat Trish's pussy.
Of course Trish couldn't ignore Ted either. He had his flushed sweaty face right in her crotch, snorting and snuffling around in the fragrant pink flesh of her slit. At first it just tickled, but then she felt sudden hot pleasure as her supersensitive clit was lashed by his big wet tongue. She couldn't help enjoying that. She gave a little sigh and let her legs fall farther apart.
"That's it, baby," Brock coaxed, "just relax and enjoy it. Give my buddy a good time."
Trish still didn't like his attitude, but she was being swept away with pleasure as Ted hungrily and expertly lashed and tickled her tiny red love-bud with the stiff tip of his tongue. Her aroused little cunt began to cream a steady stream of juice that moistened Ted's chin. Trish shivered blissfully. Nothing in the world felt better than having her hot little joy button licked.