"Awwwww," he wailed.
Trish looked down at him in disappointment. She'd really wanted to get off, and now she felt his cock shriveling inside her. Well, maybe she could make it with one of the other men. Coolly she sprang off Frank's sweaty body, and his limp cock slipped out of her come-filled cunt.
"Sorry about that," Frank said sheepishly.
"No biggie," Trish lied.
He quickly dressed and left, ashamed to look her in the eye. Trish didn't much care what he felt. She was there to do a job, and she'd done it as far as Frank was concerned. It was someone else's turn – and she certainly hoped the next guy would last longer.
The door opened and in walked Dave, the short plump man who was losing his hair. He was just as confident as he'd been with Pat, grinning at Trish as he stripped. Trish was hardly excited about fucking a fat bald guy, and she was even less thrilled with his tiny thin cock. But at least he had a good hard-on. Again she felt that horny melting sensation in her cunt.
"How do you want to do it, Dave?" she said boldly.
Dave gawked at her adorable curvy naked body and said, "Oh, Jesus, honey-upside down, from the ceiling, however you want it. Only let's do it NOW."
Trish giggled and got onto her hands and knees, poking her cute little butt high in the air. She was kind of fond of doing it dog-style. Dave, red-faced and wheezing with excitement, knelt behind her and quickly thrust his steel-hard little dick up her juicy cunt. He moaned with pleasure when he felt her exciting tightness.
"Oh, baby, you got a great little box," he whined.
Trish didn't answer. As far as she was concerned the time for talking was over. She just wanted to be balled and balled hard. And Dave certainly tried. He went at her like a jackhammer, pounding his small stiff prick in and out of her cunt at a furious pace. Trish moaned and creamed hotly around his jerking meat.
"Oooooo, wow,yes," she cried.
"Oh, Christ," Dave yelped.
The girl's unashamed passion was more than he could take. He came almost the moment he was in her, filling her tiny tight box with sizzling jism. It was a sudden explosion of unexpected pleasure, and he still had a look of surprise on his pudgy flushed face as his cock went limp and slipped from her tight little box.
"Gee," Dave said lamely, "I usually last longer than that."
"Don't worry about it," Trish sighed. "It was fun anyhow."
Dave blushed and hurried into his clothes. A minute after he was gone, broad-shouldered silver-haired Carl entered the room. Like her mother, Trish found him instantly attractive, and she could hardly wait to feel his mammoth eight-inch dick in her frustrated little cunt. She trembled with horny anticipation as he rolled onto the bed beside her.
"Hey, honey," he leered, "you dig sucking cock?"
Trish sighed impatiently. "Sometimes," she said, "but I'd rather ball."
Carl gawked at her. He was a rich important man, and women just didn't turn him down. He didn't expect his partner to express her wishes. And here was this saucy little girl, no more than eighteen, telling him how she wanted it. For a moment he didn't know whether to laugh or get mad.
"Well?" Trish said, tapping her, fingers. "Are we gonna get it on or not?"
Carl laughed. "Okay, smart-ass," he said, "we'll do it your way."
He rolled her onto her back, wedged open her legs with his knees, and plunged his thick hard meat deep into her wonderfully tight teenage twat. Right away he was glad he'd opted for a fuck instead of a blow-job. No woman's mouth, no matter how expert, could have equaled the heat and tightness of Trish's near-virgin box. He started to fuck her hard and fast and deep.
"Ooooo," Trish squealed, "that's more like it."
And in the living room of the suite Brock was saying to his friends, "It's just about time for the main show, gentlemen. As soon as you all have your turns, we'll bring the ladies out and let them see each other."
"Jesus, Brock," Frank said nervously, "don't you think they'll be kind of upset?"
"That's the point," Brock said with a wicked grin, "that's just the point."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Pat was taking on her sixth man of the evening, a beefy reddish-haired guy named Jack. By now she was so weary of the whole business that she really didn't care what he did with her, but she still managed to fake her enthusiasm, constantly reminding herself that her, reward would be marriage to Brock Spalding.
Jack at least didn't waste time with preliminaries. The moment he was undressed, he leaped onto Pat's tall curvy body and began hammering his hard six-inch dick against the come-soaked mouth of her cunt. Wearily Pat opened her legs wider and let him in. She put her arms around him and clung to him, as she'd done with the others, pretending to be hotly aroused.
"Wow, baby," Jack panted as he began to fuck her, "you really must like screwing. You've had six guys already."
Tell me about it, Pat thought wearily. But for Jack's sake, she just murmured, "Oh, let's not talk. Just do it to me, do it to meeee."
"You got it, honey," he chuckled.
As Pat had intended, Jack decided he must be the greatest stud in the West. He hammered away at her, probing and stuffing her juicy little box with his thick hard meat. To Pat it felt vaguely pleasant, but she wasn't aroused enough to come. Her only thought was to finish with the guy, get home and see if Trish was all right. It was getting very late.
Wanting to bring Jack off as fast as she could, Pat threw her long legs around his waist and panted, "Oh, God, it's so good. I think I'm going to come. Yes, yes, come with me, Jack.ohhhhh."
Again her deception worked. Jack bellowed and shot his steamy load into her, then rolled off her with a smug grin. No doubt he thought he'd given her the fuck of her life. Pat managed a weak smile. No sooner had Jack dressed and left the room than she shot out of bed and pulled on her costume. She'd done her duty, and she figured she could just slip out of the suite and go home.
Then the bedroom door opened again. Pat gawked – but it was only Brock.
"Thank God," she sighed, "I thought I'd finished. I'm going home now, Brock. I've done everything you asked."
"Well, not quite," Brock said, giving her an odd smile. "There's just one more thing, honey, but it won't take long. I want you to wait in here about five minutes, then come out to the living room."
"Oh, Brock, what for?" Pat said wearily.
"Just to have a nightcap with me and my friends," he said. "Just this one last favor, Pat, and then you can go."
"Oh, all right," Pat sighed, "but I hope it doesn't take long. I want to get home and check on my daughter."
Now Brock's smile was really strange. "Honey," he said, "believe me, you'll be checking on her sooner than you think."
He left, and Pat settled down to wait.
She didn't know that right in the next room her daughter Trish was taking on the same six men who'd made love to Pat. After Carl there'd been Sid, a skinny guy with black hair graying at the temples. Sid had insisted that Trish suck him off and she hadn't been too happy about that. She'd have been even more unhappy if she'd known that Sid had just made the same demand of her mother.
Then there was Mel, a big bearish guy with practically no hair at all. He'd seemed hypnotized with Trish's youthful body and he was easy to control. Trish got a pretty good fuck out of him, in her opinion. Then there was just one more guy to ball, one more session to go through before she could become Brock's wife.
Jack went directly from mother to daughter.
Ordinarily he wouldn't have been able to get another cock-stand so soon, but the idea of balling them both was hotly exciting to him. He got even more excited when he saw little Trish lying naked on the bed. He'd never had a girl so young before. Sure enough, his limp wet prick went good and stiff at the very sight of her.