The woman rode on top of the man
grunting groaning as his cock sawed in and out of her pussy. I watched from the
floor as her breasts heaved up and down with the motion. He reached up trapping
her nipples between his fingers, rolling them unmercifully. The woman responded
to the rough treatment by moving faster on his cock. She was so wet that her
juices were rolling down on his balls.
lifted her up so that he could scoot out from underneath her. She moaned softly
at the loss of contact as his cock slipped out of her pussy. Moving around
behind her his hand slid up her back forcing her to bend over the couch. Once
she was in position his cock slid easily into her well fucked hole. I was in
perfect position to watch his cock sliding in and out.
wet squishy sounds coming from his pounding cock confirmed what anyone could
tell; she was turned on by the fucking. Not that there could have been any
mistake about that given the slapping of his balls against her pussy and the
guttural moans coming from the woman.
slowed but never quit stroking his steel hard cock out of her pussy. Leaning
over he whispered something in her ear that I could not hear. She agreed to
whatever he said as she nodded her assent. He pulled out, his cock creating an
audible ĎPlopí as it left her pussy. She stood, her breasts tall out her chest
with a sheen of sweat covering her, looking only at him.
took her hand, moving to the stairs, she followed willingly leaving me sitting
there without so much as an acknowledgement that I was even there. If watching
them fucking didnít break my heart her ignoring me certainly did the trick.
as if she read my mind she stopped at the bottom of the stairs whispering
something in her lovers ear. She turned to me so erotic in her nudity finally
meeting my eyes. Studying me for what seemed to be forever she finally issued
that had become as much affection as I could expect.
there, we want to fuck in private. Iíll be back when Iím done.Ē
I knelt there my heart breaking while watching the primitive force displayed in
their fucking and from the callous disregard for my feeling from a woman that I
loved more than life itself I thought about my lifeÖmy wife.
funny when you read the newspaper today all you see is the bad. Tragedies and
suffering abound. Donít get me wrong I have a lot of sympathy for victims of
accidents,† their families and the like.
Truly life altering events for those involved should not be taken lightly.
What I find funny is that
the important stories never make the news. The ones that affect a lot of us the
most. They are not sudden like a car wreck or the unforeseen onset of a life
threatening illness. They happen slowly, a series of events and individual
decisions that set people on their†
individual paths. This is why you never hear about them† until itís too late. At the time they mean
nothing. Just insignificant little choices we make every day and think nothing
about, until later...when things start to go sideways.
Looking at any one event or
decision in the chain provides no certainty to the direction things will take.
Itís always easy to Monday morning quarterback anything. Most donít ever
recognize that the decision they are making could be ĎTHE ONEí, that all
important choice. Nobody has the ability to see into the future so that person
can't know that one critical choice and the series of decisions following it
will build up...leading that person down a path he or she would never have
†This is one of those storiesÖ
Growing up I thought my
family life sucked. But I never really had much to measure it against. There
were always lots of kids in the neighborhood to hang around with but somehow I
never got close to any of them. That was alright by me, I found other ways to
pass the time. I had a great dog, Ruff, who was my best friend in the world.
My mom was tough and mean.
She yelled at Dad and I a lot. Dad didnít seem to mind her much, he watched TV,
thatís about all he did. Dad went to work in the morning, came home at six, ate
and then moved into the living room with a beer. Mom made sure he knew what she
thought about that, all the time,† and at
a volume that plenty of others were sure to hear. He never said anything back;
he just sat there, watching TV, drinking his beer. I never understood why till
I got older. Sometimes itís just better to be quiet until you are ready not to
be. Once you reach that point you have to be willing to go for broke. When that
happens, everything changes and you better be sure that is what you want cause
there is no going back.
Weekends were a different
story for Dad, the yard was his escape. We had the best kept lawn in the
neighborhood. When the weather allowed he was always outside, from dusk to
dawn. Planting, cutting, pruning, it was always something. Mom didnít say as
much about his yard activities still she would use it against him and go off
about him ignoring her, claiming his precious yard was more important than she
was. I think in his mind it probably was.
My sister Amy was ten years
older than me. I remember that she was always ready to play with me. Never once
did she tell me to get lost or go away, she always made time to do stuff with
The bad thing was that she
and Mom fought all the time. She left for good when I was seven or eight. Funny
the things you remember but I can still see her turning to look at me sitting
on the floor in the living room as she left. Her eyes were sad but defiant at
the same time as she bent down and kissed my forehead. She headed for the door,
blew me a kiss, said 'good luck' and was gone.
They'd just had a huge
fight about something that I couldnít understand. I didnít know she was leaving
for good, maybe at that time she didnít either. But she never came back. I
would not hear from her again till Dadís funeral.
With Amy gone and Dad
hiding in the yard Mom was left with no other outlet so her temper turned on
me. I tried to be the same as Dad and shut it out but when she got really
worked up she could get mean. Her being mean meant I was getting hit, hard and
often. Funny thing it never happened when Dad was around. I was sure he knew
about what she was doing but as I look back maybe he didnít. If he did know he
did nothing to stop it.
I never got the chance to
ask him. Mom found him dead in his garden one Saturday afternoon when I was
twelve. Massive heart attack was what the doctor said. I say he took the chance
and ran for the hills. A person can only take so much, there was no doubt in my
mind we had both taken more than our fair share.
At the funeral I'd seen Amy
again. She stood back, away from us but I ran to her like the wind. I had
missed her so much it hurt. She hugged me back just as hard but withdrew as I
heard Mom coming up behind me.
Of course Dadís death was
Amyís fault as was the sky being blue and any other thing that Mom could think
of. By As Mom really got started Amy just turned and left. She made a point of
telling me she would be in touch someday and then she was gone again. Her
leaving made me sadder than Dad being gone.
Momís temper did settle
down, just a little after Dad died. Dad had insurance through work and with
social security giving her money for me we did ok I think. Still we just me to
blame when anything went wrong she turned on me even more quickly.
Those were the times Ruff
and I would go outside, just to get lost for awhile.
We had some woods near us that created the perfect avenue for my escape.
Exploring those woods always allowed me to disappear from the real world.
School was not much help in
getting away because I never fit in with any group. I always did ok but never
did I stand out, except when I got to shop classes in high school. There was
never anything else that really caught my attention. Sad when the only reason
to go to a place where you really donít want to be is because the alternative
The only thing I liked in
school besides shop was English. I loved to read, anything really, but my
favorite was a good mystery or action/adventure book. Being a loner meant I had
tons of time for books, many times reading the same story over and over.
Of course I could not read
at home for long. Mom would always find something for me to do. If she couldnít
come up with something she would just start berating me for wasting my time
with books. So I took to reading them in the woods, kind of like escaping to an
even further escape.
I could see myself lost in
the jungle or saving the damsel in distress. Tall, handsome and virile, the
women swooned over me as I beat the bad guys to pulp. Quite a bit removed from
the reality of me, but those were my daydreams.
It was a very awkward time
in my life physically, I stood five foot eight and weighed 150 pounds soaking
wet. No chance to play sports, I had to develop other talents to keep from
being beaten up. My real gift was that I could fix things and cars became my
passion. Still anything that came in front of me was fair game to be taken
apart and reassembled. It was a gift and one I enjoyed using to my advantage.
My talent came in very
handy by my junior year. Everyone started getting cars and when they broke I
was the guy that could fix them. It didnít take long for the word to get around
and soon I was in demand. All the bullies and the jocks left me alone as one by
one they all needed me to fix something for them. Some of them even protected
me from time to time.
Even some of the girls
treated me nice to get the things they needed. Of course fixing their cars was
one thing, talking to me in a social setting was quite another. That never
seemed to work out for me. The entire time in high school I never got a date,
not even close.
My ability to fix cars got
me close to Ben. Ben Smith was a jock, but one of the rare ones who was a nice
guy too. Truly a rare thing in high school being as big and burly as he was, a
big teddy bear, just like his dad Jake. One day after school I found Ben on the
side of the road with the hood up. He knew about cars as Big Jake owned a
repair shop just outside of town but I stopped anyway to see if I could help.
He had popped a leak in the
radiator and stopped before he burned up his motor. Standing in front of the
car he was helpless to do anything, no tools or anything to work with.
Fortunately I had everything required, Stop-Leak and some spare water
appeared from my trunk to fix him up. Twenty minutes later he was good to go.
I followed Ben to his dad's
shop to make sure the fix held. Jake was impressed that I drove around prepared
for any emergency. He offered me a part time job on the spot based on Benís
word that I was the guy to see in school if you needed a car fixed. Looking
around at the shop I couldnít get yes out my mouth fast enough. The thought of
me in that place every day, working on cars, was as close to nirvana as I could
I didnít want to let him
down so I worked my ass off in the garage. Taking all the jobs I could get and
learning from the other guys as I went. Big Jake was always there for me when I
needed something. In a lot of ways more than my own father had been. But then
again Jake didnít have to listen to my mother, which could've taken the starch
out of anyone, even Big Jake.
Anyway I became an integral
part of the operation. The guys would kid me about my age, height or anything
else they could think of but it wasnít done in a mean way, they were including
me. I slowly learned to give as good as I got and a mutual respect grew out of
that. I couldnít imagine working anywhere else.
After that first day on the
side of the road Ben and I became speaking friends. I would not say best
buddies or anything like that but most days when he came to the shop he would
always stop by to talk while I worked. Also in school he would always say hey
when we met. That acknowledgement by someone of Benís social standing made life
easier for me.
I graduated high school in
1986 with little fanfare. Never really having belonged in any group, there was
nobody to cheer as I took my piece of paper. If you arenít part of the in crowd
surrounding the prom queen or the high school quarterback is there really any
place for you in high school? Take the privileged few lottery winners of life
out of the equation and the rest of us were just trying to hang on. Trapped in
a world we really didnít understand and that in no way understood us.
So after graduation part
time at Jakeís shop turned to a full time job. He paid me good enough as I
still lived with Mom. I saved a lot of my check as I had little else to do with
it. Mom made sure that she got her share though. She claimed it cost her a ton
just to keep a roof over my head.
My dating life was the same
as it had been in high school... non-existent. There were no opportunities with
girls or none that I could figure out how to take advantage of. Just the
thought of walking up to a girl with the intention of trying to talk to her
brought knots to my stomach that physically hurt. I resigned myself to the
I was pretty sure that I
never would have gotten a date my entire life until Millie and her family had
moved in. They bought the house three doors down from us. She came to town in
the summer right after graduation. Her family didnít have a lot of cash, the
car they drove sucked so when her dad had the hood up one Saturday I used that
as my way in to meet them.
Fifty bucks in parts and a
couple of hours later he was good to go and grateful for my help. George was
his name and he seemed like a pretty good guy. He tried to pay me but I
wouldnít take it. I was cleaning up tools when Millie came out.
This wasnít the first time
I had ever seen her but it had never been at this range. She wasnít the
prettiest girl but in her own way she had something. I donít mean that I fell head
over heels in love with her but there was something. Maybe it was just my
raging hormones talking but you know what I mean, she had something, at least
Millie was tall, maybe
5í11Ē, with shoulder length brown hair. Her eyes were a deep brown, very pretty
when you got close enough. Her body was nothing that would turn your head, she
was very thin. It was hard to tell anything else because her clothes were two
sizes too big.
Her breasts could hardly be
seen through the layers of clothes. The one feature that stood out was her
lips, lush and full like Angelina Jolie's. It was easy to see that she was
painfully shy but I knew that already. She never directly looked at me the
whole time she was outside. Millie mumbled to her father about dinner being ready
and with a backward glance at my feet she returned inside. George looked at me,
maybe he saw the way I was looking at her and understood, maybe not, but he
invited me to stay and eat anyway. When I accepted it seemed like a great idea,
little did I know that was the first decision...the one that started me down a
Dinner was great; Millieís
mom, Joan, was a good cook. She reminded me of my mom; it was easy to tell who
ran the show in this household. Though she had an edge I didnít get the
impression she ever would go as far as my mom did, I couldnít see Joan yelling
at or hitting Millie or George.
†Several times I caught Millie glancing my way
although she would never meet my eyes directly. Speaking to me was totally out
of the question even with her dad prompting her. Her mom was very nice about
the whole thing trying to prod her as well into talking to me with little
When dinner was finished,
Millie attempted to start cleaning up but Joan stopped her. Thanking me for
helping with the car and offering me dinner anytime I wanted to stop by, she
instructed Millie to see me to the door when I was ready. It wasnít hard to
tell by her body posture that being alone with me made her nervous but she did
as she was told, walking beside me to the front door. She never spoke one word
the whole time. That was ok cause I had no clue about what to say either. In a
way the awkward silence was soothing. It hinted to me that shyness might be our