Two months had passed, and Brock Spalding was in jail and the Tango Club closed down. Pat and Trish had brought rape charges against Spalding, and other girls at the club had then come forward to say that he'd done the same thing to them, forcing them to make love to him or lose their jobs. All of Spalding's business buddies had quickly arranged to take long vacations during his trial.
Now Trish was back in school and Pat had taken a new job waiting tables at a truck stop cafe. The wages weren't much, but at least she didn't have to be ashamed of the way she earned her money. And there were side benefits, too – like Chuck Anderson.
One afternoon Pat had glanced up while cleaning the counter, and she'd looked into one of the most homely yet sexy faces she'd ever seen. The man perched on the stool was perhaps forty, with a good-natured weather-beaten face, bright blue eyes, and a big lop-sided grin. The sleeves of his blue denim shirt were rolled up, showing biceps the size of grapefruits. His sandy hair was thick and tousled.
"Morning, little lady," he said in a slightly husky voice. "You're new here, aren't you?"
Pat couldn't help responding to his friendly grin. "Yes," she said, "I just started this week. My name is Pat. Pat Adams."
"I'm Chuck Anderson," he said, "and I stop by here a lot. I sure hope I'll get to see you again. Like maybe tonight for dinner?"
He wasn't rich and handsome and polished like Brock Spalding, yet there was something about him Pat just couldn't resist. She agreed to go out with him that night, and they got into the habit of having dinner together every time Chuck passed through town. But so far it had been just a friendship. Chuck had never made a pass at her.
That was the part that worried Pat. She was a normal healthy woman with normal instincts, and she wanted very much for Chuck to make love to her. It had been two months since she'd had a man. And she wondered just what was holding Chuck back. He was a big strong guy, over six feet tall, a long-time trucker. Why hadn't he tried to get her into bed?
Maybe she'd find out tonight. Chuck was laying over in the city for the whole weekend, and they'd be together a lot. This Friday Pat had hurried home from work, taken a bath, and was now getting dressed in an outfit which would make any normal man instantly horny. If that didn't work on Chuck, she didn't know what she'd do.
The front door banged open – Trish getting home from school. "Mom, where are you?" the girl called.
"In my room," Pat answered.
Trish came to the bedroom door, stared, and exclaimed, "Wow, Mom, you look terrific."
Pat was dressed in a skin-tight blue jumpsuit that showed every luscious curve of her tall body and was cut very low in front to reveal the deep ripe cleavage of her big breasts. She wondered if the suit was too revealing. It even showed the soft pout of her bush and the stiff little nubs of her nipples. But Trish seemed to approve.
"I have a date with Chuck tonight," Pat said.
"Well, isn't that a coincidence?" Trish said. "I have a date, too. Remember that guy I was telling you about, Tom Davis?"
"Oh, Trish, how wonderful," Pat said.
Tom Davis was a senior at the local college, an attractive young man with plenty of brains and promise. He was just the kind of guy Pat wanted her daughter to date. After Trish's ugly experience at the Tango Club, she desperately needed to know clean decent men, men who would treat her with respect. Pat was overjoyed that Tom had finally asked Trish out.
"Well, I better go get ready," Trish said. "See you later, Mom. Have a great time."
"You, too, darling," Pat said.
She'd hardly finished dressing before Chuck came to pick her up. As always, her heart stopped at the sight of his tall powerful body, and she felt a hot rush of lust in her pussy. She hoped tonight would be the night he finally broke through his reserve and made love to her. As it was, she could hardly keep her hands off him. He was obviously in love with her, too, so what was holding him back?
To Pat's disappointment, it was the usual pleasant but sexless evening. They went out to dinner, then went dancing and had a few drinks, but Chuck didn't even try to kiss her when he brought her home. As she stood with him on the front porch, aching with need, Pat made a sudden bold decision.
"Chuck," she said, "why don't you come in for a nightcap?"
The big man reddened a little. "Why, Pat, if that's really okay with you, I will," he said.
Pat led the way into the house, determined that tonight she'd either ball him or break off with him.
Meanwhile things had been happening very fast for Trish. To her delight, she and Tom Davis got along beautifully from the very first moment.
After a movie they parked and started kissing and hugging, but it obviously wasn't going to be enough to satisfy either one of them. Trish had such a horny ache in her pussy, she could have screamed.
"Dammit," Tom said, "I wish there was someplace we could go to be alone. I hate making out in cars."
"Me, too," Trish said. "We can go to my house. My mom has a heavy date, and she won't be back fill real late."
"You're on," Tom said with a grin.
When they got to the house, Trish led Tom right to her bedroom. She knew a good man when she saw one, and she wasn't going to waste any time. When she'd closed the bedroom door behind them and switched on one soft bedside lamp, they both began to undress without a word. Trish didn't feel she was being "easy". It was just that – Tom and she were meant for each other.
He looked gorgeous to her. He was just six feet tall, lean but well-muscled, and had longish thick brown hair. She liked his deep tan, his bright brown eyes, and his sexy smile, but right now her interest was focused on his cock. She certainly hoped that her new love was well-hung. She watched breathlessly as Tom lowered his pants and shorts.
She wasn't disappointed. Tom had a handsome big cock, seven inches of thick pale meat that stood straight up in a fierce hard-on. Trish ogled his crisp brown bush, taut rosy balls, and swollen purple-headed cock. He was everything she'd dreamed about, and she wanted him urgently.
"Hey," Tom said with a grin, "are you just gonna stand there all night?"
"Oh, sorry," Trish giggled.
She was still in her bra and panties, but she quickly whisked them off, and then it was Tom's turn to gawk. His eyes focused hungrily on her little golden puff of a bush, tiny firm waist, and pert round boobs and dainty pink nipples. His cock gave a horny lurch and began weeping big bright bubbles of juice.
"Let's go to bed," he said hoarsely.
Trish grinned and leaped onto the bed. Her little gash was red-hot and swollen by now, and her cunt was leaking a steady stream of steamy juice. It gushed more sticky hot cream when Tom got into bed beside her and began fondling her firm round little box. His slightest touch made her dizzy with longing.
"Ohhhhh, Tom," she sighed, "I'm so glad you finally asked me out."
"I wanted to," he said, "the first time I saw you at a dance. But I thought you were too young."
"Well, then, what made you change your mind?" Trish said.
"I decided you were too sexy," Tom laughed.
Then he quit kidding and got down to business. He bent down, stuck out his wet red tongue, and started lashing and tickling Trish's soft pink nipples. She moaned lustily and trembled in his arms as he tongued her. His slick hot tongue tip felt fantastically good on her sensitive little boobs, and soon both rosy nipples were stiff and pointed.
"Let me touch you, too," Trish sighed.
While Tom amused himself with licking and lightly sucking her hard pink nipples, Trish reached down and fumbled for his cock. She found the stiff throbbing pole and curled her fingers around it, gently frigging him, moving her hand slowly up and down the silky shaft. Tom shivered with horniness.
"Don't make me come now," he sighed. "I wanta make love to you all night."
"I'm just playing with you," Trish giggled.
She certainly didn't want to spoil that fantastic hard-on, but she couldn't keep her eager little hand off his prick. She explored him as gently as she could, fisting his thick pulsing shaft, feeling the hard core inside. She touched the taut swollen head of his cock, the crisp hairs of his bush, and the hot silky flesh of his balls.
Meanwhile Tom was returning the favor. He abandoned her hot swollen jugs and slid his hand down to touch the soft curls of her golden bush. He petted the warm fur patch, then moved lower, sliding his hand into her crotch and touching the moist lump of her clit, the plump lips of her pussy, and even the wet little mouth of her cunt.
"Baby, baby," he crooned, "I want you."
"I want you, too, Tom," Trish moaned. "But let's not rush on our very first time."
"I agree," he said, "let's just take it slow. I know something we could do."
He rolled onto his back, then lifted the petite blonde girl easily, maneuvering her so that she crouched over him backwards. His stiff-standing cock tickled her lips, and her steamy little pussy was right in his face. Trish quickly got the idea, but she found it kind of weird.
"Tom," she laughed, "what are we doing?"
"It's called sixty-nine," he chuckled. "We can both eat each other at the same time. Pretty smart idea, huh?"
"Yeah, pretty smart," Trish giggled. "Is this what they teach you in college?"
"Nope," said Tom, "but there'd be a lot more people going to college if they taught stuff like this. It sure as hell beats math."
Trish felt a sudden delicious tickling on her tiny hot clit. Tom was using just the stiff tip of his tongue to lash and rim the sensitive red bud. Trish shivered with delight and started to just give herself up to it, when she remembered that she had a job to do, too. Tom's gorgeous stiff cock was right in reach of her mouth.
Trish stuck out her little pink tongue and began to circle the swollen purple head of his dick, tonguing wetly around and around the knob-like cap. Tom moaned with pleasure, and more hot cock juice spurted out. Trish lapped up the tasty stuff and swallowed it with a greedy gurgle before rimming his cock-head again.
"Jesus, that feels good," Tom sighed.
"I like it when you lick me, too," Trish moaned.
He responded by tonguing furiously all over her swollen steamy pussy. Trish squealed with pleasure as his slick tongue lashed and probed the plump lips of her pussy, rimmed the tight mouth of her cunt, and tickled the supersensitive button of her clit. She was overjoyed that the man of her choice just happened to be a super pussy-eater.
She wanted him to know that she was good, tool so she popped the drooling head of his cock into her mouth and began sucking on it loudly and wetly. Tom practically flew off the bed, the pleasure was so sudden and violent. He moaned hoarsely, and Trish felt his delicious hot cock-juice spurting onto her tongue.
"Oh, Christ, Trish," he whined, "I love that. But you better quit now, honey, before I shoot."
He rolled her off him, onto her back, and scrambled between her legs. Trish opened her legs wide, blissfully awaiting the first thrust of his big hard cock. But Tom just stayed still a moment, his fiery-hot cock-head resting against the eager wet mouth of her twat.
"This is gonna sound crazy," he said, "but I love you. I never met a girl like you before, so honest and cool and loving. Will you marry me when I graduate, Trish?"
"I'd love to," Trish said, breaking into an impish grin, "but let's ball first."
"You got it," Tom laughed.
He began easing his thick throbbing cock into her, and Trish squealed with ecstasy and threw her legs around his waist, taking his thrusting dick as deep as she could into her juicy little box. When he began to fuck her in deep hard strokes, she knew she had all she'd ever need in a man. The bad old days with Brock were forgotten.
"Fuck me, Tom," she wailed, "fuck me. Ohhhhhh, it's sogood."
The happy couple were humping and moaning and wailing so loud that they didn't hear the front door opening and people coming into the house…
"I'm glad you decided to come in, Chuck," Pat said. "I've been wanting to talk to you about something."
Chuck gave her his sexy lop-sided grin and said, "I imagine you want me to stop wearing just denim and buy a suit. You always look so great when we go out, and here I am in just my work clothes."
"No, Chuck," Pat said gravely, "it's something much more serious than that. Come here, please."
He came and sat beside her on the couch, and Pat said, "Chuck, I love you. You know that. But something about our relationship is really worrying me." She paused and blushed hotly but managed to say what was on her mind. "I want to know why you've never tried to make love to me."
Chuck reddened, too. "Why, honey," he said, "I come from an old-fashioned family, and I was taught to treat the woman I love with respect. Meaning no balling before we're hitched. But after we're mated…"
"Mated?" Pat gasped.
"Why, sure," Chuck grinned, "that's what I had in mind all along. I want you to marry me, Pat. Right away."
"Oh, Chuck," she sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder, "I want to be your wife, but I have to know something first. I have to know if we'll be good as lovers."
Chuck was silent for a moment, and then suddenly he was standing, scooping Pat up in his arms. "Honey," he said, "if that's what you want to know, then you're gonna find out right now."
As he carried her into the bedroom, Pat's heart pounded. This was the moment she'd been waiting for since she first laid eyes on Chuck, the moment when they'd get to know each other completely. She felt none of the fear and guilt she'd had with Brock. She loved this man and wanted to belong to him totally.
Chuck laid her down on the bed and gently unzipped the front of her jumpsuit. His huge hands were wonderfully careful as he removed the suit, then her bra and panties. When Pat was naked, he just stood there a moment and feasted his eyes on her fantastic tall body, his glance darting longingly from her big swollen tits to her glossy black hush.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Chuck said hoarsely. "I'm glad you seduced me into this, you wicked woman."
Pat just grinned. She waited and watched breathlessly while he undressed. His body was powerful, rippling with thick muscles, his broad chest dense with sandy curls. As he stepped out of his jeans Pat stifled a gasp. Chuck had the biggest cock she'd ever seen, eight hugely thick inches of stiff pale flesh. She felt her famished little cunt squirting a huge steamy load of cream.
She just couldn't keep her hands off him. As Chuck slipped onto the bed beside her, Pat instantly dived for his enormous stiff-standing prick. He gasped in surprise as she began pumping the thick stalk in her hot little fist and greedily licking the knob-like purple head of his dick. She lapped up his dribbling cock-juice as fast as it boiled out.
"Oh, baby," Chuck moaned, "you don't have to do that for me."
"I want to," Pat moaned. "I want to do everything for you."
And to prove it she began licking his cock all over, lashing and tickling with her wet little tongue, working from the giant purple head of his dick down the thick pale stalk. Her naughty little tongue tickled through the crisp sandy hairs of his bush and onto his fiery-hot swollen red balls. Her eager kissing and tonguing left his cock and nuts gleaming with her spit.
Chuck trembled and moaned softly as she ate him, but he didn't let her do it for long. He was too eager to do something for her. Presently he pushed her gently onto her back and opened her legs wide, bending them back at the knees. He ogled the lush red flesh of her gash with its dainty fringe of glossy black curls.
"You look good enough to eat, honey," he said, "and that's just what I'm gonna do."
He pressed his face into her steamy little pussy, and Pat moaned hoarsely. His tongue was huge like the rest of him, a big wet hot organ that licked and lashed all over her fragrant little snatch. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, on her clit, her pussylips, her cunt-mouth, and even the tiny tight mouth of her asshole.
"Oh, my God, Chuck," Pat wailed, "that's wonderful. I love it, darling, I love it. Yessss, eat meeeee."
She just couldn't control herself with this man. She moaned and squealed and gasped with pleasure as Chuck hungrily ate her pussy. Her aroused little twat gushed hot sticky cream all over his face but he didn't seem to mind in the least. He lapped up the tasty juice as fast as it poured from her steamy little snatch.
Then he zeroed in on her bright red clit, sucking the tiny hot button between his lips. Pat squealed ecstatically as he started to suck hot and hard on her sensitive little love-bud. She arched her body up, feeding him her clit, loving every second of his expert sucking.
"Yes, yes, yes," she wailed, "suck meee."
He brought her just to the brink of orgasm, then released her soaked throbbing clit and moved lower in her steamy little gash. Pat moaned hoarsely when she felt his thick long tongue easing up her cunt. He thrust clear to the root, his big tongue completely stuffing her snug box, his chin resting on her soaked pussy. Then he started to fuck her with his tongue, jabbing it hard up and down in her clinging hot twat.
"Ohhhhh, God," Pat whimpered, "so good, darling, so good."
Again he skillfully brought her just to the edge of climax but didn't allow her to come. He jerked his thick tongue out of her throbbing little cunt and then pressed his moist tongue-tip against the tight-clenched mouth of her brownie. Pat gasped as she felt his slippery tongue-meat gliding up her ass.
"Oooooo," she wailed.
It was the most delicious thing she'd ever felt in her life, Chuck's thick probing tongue stuffing and reaming her sensitive asshole. She let herself go without shame, moaning and writhing and creaming. She was certain she'd come this time – but at the very last second he withdrew his tongue.
"You devil," Pat panted, "what are you doing?"
"Just getting you ready, honey," Chuck laughed. "Wanted you to be real hot for me."
"I always have been," Pat sighed.
Then he was pressing the enormous hard head of his cock against the juicy tight mouth of her cunt. Pat groaned with bliss as he went into her, stretching and filling her small box with his hugely thick meat. His fucking was everything she wanted, hard and deep and fast.
"Oh, God," Pat wailed, "Yes. Fuck me, Chuck, fuck meeee."
This time she didn't have any trouble coming. She came again and again, till she thought she'd faint with pleasure. Chuck seemed tireless, pounding away like a pile driver, balling her till she had to beg him to stop. Only then did he groan hoarsely and shoot his hot load into her.
"Well," he laughed, "now do you think I'm good enough to marry?"
Pat sighed, "You're so damned good, mister, that I'm not letting you out of my sight before we get the marriage license."
"And when will that be?" Chuck said with a grin.
"How about tomorrow morning?" Pat said.
"Suits me," Chuck said, pulling her into his army again.
Just then they heard strange noises from the next room – howling, moaning, wailing. They both leaped from the bed and ran out, throwing open Trish's bedroom door. Trish and Tom were just coming, humping frantically in each other's arms, and they didn't notice the older couple till theft delicious spasms had died down.
Then Trish said lamely, "Uh, Mom and Chuck, this is my fiance, Tom Davis."
Pat suddenly realized that they were ALL naked. She blushed and said, "Oh, how do you do, Tom? This is MY fiance, Chuck Anderson."
Tom laughed sheepishly and said, "Great, now what do we do?"
Chuck had the last word. Grinning, he said, "Well, now that we've all met, I suggest we get back to what we were doing." He took Pat's hand and led her back to the other bedroom.