There is an old saying that “nice guys finish last.” This is a story about a nice guy and the woman he loved.
Patsy Lynn Miller was the middle of five children. Their mother was a prostitute with a black pimp. This is a erotic love story that chronicles the life of Patsy and the chance meeting between her and Dan Parks, a nice guy.
Dan tells the story with flashbacks from Patsy as she tells of her travels, tribulations, and erotic experiences. This story contains sex and lots of it. Sex with multiple partners, swinging, oral, and anal sex. Some girl on girl sex and, of course, interracial sex.
Besides the sex, it is primarily a love story. It’s a story of how two people overcame an age difference and vastly different backgrounds. It’s a story that celebrates love and life.
EXTRACT
Since Marla, my ex-wife took off, I had been careful around
women. For the most part I stayed away from any woman who even acted
serious. When the pressure got too great, I called in a rental.
Commercial sex seemed best for my needs. I didn’t want or need a woman
in my life, so why had I invited Patsy Lynn Miller into it? I didn’t
have an answer so I took my beer out to the patio to watch Patsy play
in the pool.
“Did you bring me a beer?” she called from the edge of the
pool.
“No, you’re too young to drink,” I said.
“Am not,” she countered and did a surface back-dive giving me a
look at her sparsely covered pussy. She swam to the ladder and came
out dripping water as she did. “How about a trade? I’ll give you a
blow-job and you give me a beer.”
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Patsy,” I said. “you
do not have to bargain your body or services for anything here.”
“Fine then,” she said kneeling down between my legs. “How about
I freely suck your cock and you freely give me a beer?” She unzipped
me and took my dick out. My
harder-than-I-would-have-thought-possible-dick. “Ohh, this is a pretty
cock.” She said and lowered her heads taking me into her hot mouth.
She sucked me for a few minutes then took my dick out. “You can cum in
my mouth if you want to. I like the taste of cum.” That became
apparent when I erupted him her mouth and she swallowed all of it, but
not before rolling my cum around in her mouth before she did.
“That was good,” she said. “All I need now is a beer chaser. You
want another one while I’m getting mine?” I grunted that I did and she
went to get them. Patsy Lynn was an excellent cocksucker and I
wondered how she had became such an expert.
“Did you like the blow-job?” she asked when she returned with
the beer.
“I did like it. Very much,” I answered. “You are quite good.”
“Yeah, everybody says that. I think I’m so good because I
really like to suck cocks. I can get off givin’ head. Did the doctor
call?”
“Yes, he did. He said your blood was as clean as a whistle. He
also said you were suffering a lack of semen in your system. He said
you should suck me off every day for a long time.”
“You’re telling a whopper,” she laughed. “Of all the stuff I
ain’t been getting lately, cum sure as hell ain’t it. I sucked some
dude’s cock nearly every day for months. I sucked Larry two or three
times a day since we hooked up. The doctor said I was all right?” She
seemed surprised. “That’s a comfort to know.” I said a silent amen to
that.
“He said you were fine. He said to keep taking the vitamins and
minerals he gave you and eat right. Speaking of eating right, I better
go get dinner started.”
“I can cook,” she said eagerly. “I been cooking since I was
twelve. Let me cook our supper.”
Patsy Lynn proved that she was a pretty good cook. Nothing
fancy, which suited me fine, but it was all good. It was some things
she picked out at the store. Turnips greens, black-eyed peas, and
cubed steak. She made the steak into country fried steak with thick
brown gravy. She served mashed potatoes along with the greens and she
even made cornbread. We had a store bought apple pie with ice cream
for dessert.
“This is good pie, but I could do better,” she said. “I can make
a crust that will melt in your mouth.” After the scrumptious meal I
did not doubt her at all. Patsy Lynn Miller had a lot of talents. One
I discovered later that night.
After dinner which she insisted on calling supper, we watched TV
for a while. When my eyes got heavy I told her good night and went to
my room. I hadn’t been in bed very long when she pecked on the door.
“Dan, are you asleep?” she whispered.
“Yes I am. What’s wrong, Patsy?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said coming in the room. “I’m kinda horny
and I’d like to fuck you if it’s okay with you.” I was trying to
formulate a response when he got in bed beside me. “No big deal, I
just need some cock,” she said pushing her naked body against me. If I
had any resolve it vanished. The fact she was almost young enough to
be my daughter had no meaning to me at all.
