Life of Mick

There were rich, or at least richer kids in school. They apparently came from 'the other side-of-the-tracks', but they snubbed me and my friends as being beneath them. We avoided them like the plague. Right into high school, I chummed around with my friends of like background and in my junior year, I started dating Rita. She was also a junior but she was a year older than me. She had been held back in the third grade. I had known her my whole life but not up close. She was also from my' side of the tracks'. I couldn't remember when I noticed her curves or even when I realized that she was pretty. Hormones are curious things.

As a senior, armed with a driver's license, I asked Rita to the Prom. I was thrilled to drive us in my parent's junky, old Ford. We stood outside the Gymnasium watching the gleaming limousines dropping off the rich kids. It was quite a sight. I was fascinated by the limos. Unbeknownst to me, Rita was fascinated by the money behind them.

The Prom was fun. We were dressed up as never before: Rita in a rented lavender gown and me in a rented tuxedo and clip-on bowtie and cumberbund. I was unaware of the sacrifices that my parents had made to make this event the best it could be for me. As the evening wore on, I became aware of a change in Rita's demeanor. There was a glow in her eyes when we danced and during slow dances, she intentionally pressed herself against my crotch. At the age of eighteen, it didn't take much for me to get an erection and I had one then. When Rita whispered in my ear that we should go somewhere more private, I thought my heart would hammer right out of my chest. I was more than nervous. I couldn't breathe when Rita slid across the front seat as I drove to a popular parking spot. She put her hand on my thigh and slowly ran her fingers up to my crotch. There was no hiding the erection in my pants, even though I wanted to. She kissed me on the cheek as she pulled my zipper down. I was too terrified to turn my head to kiss her back. I could see her grinning at my discomfort in my peripheral vision. She wasn't nervous at all.

When she fumbled around in my pants and got her fingers wrapped around my hard-on, I groaned and took my foot off the accelerator, and coasted to a stop in the middle of the road. By the time I got the transmission in park, she was jerking me off. She said, "Jesus, Mick. How come I didn't know your cock is so huge. I can't even get my hand around it." The blood was hammering through my ears and her voice sounded like we were in a pipe.

She used her other hand to pull the straps of her gown down to her elbows to expose her boobs. I turned my face toward her as if gravity or magnetism was pulling on me. It was like that scene in the 'Aliens' movie when Sigourney Weaver's character is turning slowly to the Alien's extended teeth over her right shoulder. I wasn't as terrified as I'm sure Sigourney must have been but I knew that if I looked at Rita's exposed tits that I would cum right there. That's exactly what happened.

Cum exploded from my cock and launched up to my face level. I was horrified by my complete lack of stamina. I watched the long, continuous stream of pearly white cum reach the apex of its flight as if in slow motion. Then time returned to normal and cum quickly splatted across Rita's tits. Rita burst out laughing and increased the pace of her hand. She actually aimed my cock to make sure my cum shots landed on her tits and when they kept on coming, she dipped her face down to catch some in her mouth or on her face. I loosened up when I saw that she was thrilled with what was happening and not ridiculing me for cumming too soon.

When I was done, Rita pinched my knob between her thumb and index finger and pulled her fingers to her mouth. I could see the glistening wetness of cum on her face and chest. She made no move to wipe it off. She reached around behind her back and unzipped her dress. She pushed the gown down her body and maneuvered herself to push it into the footwell. She was naked and staring at me as her hands went into her sex. I knew about female masturbation because I had seen my sister doing it in the shower on the morning of my eighteenth birthday. She had offered to let me help her. I fled the bathroom and she had teased me ever since.

My cock was still as hard as it ever had been. It slapped down to my cumberbund and then stood up a few inches and bobbed up and down from there. The car was still running and the dash lights illuminated her naked body splattered with gooey, white cum and my throbbing cock, which Rita just stared at it as her fingers flew in her sex. She later confessed that she couldn't make up her mind if my cock was too big for her to do anything beyond a hand job. At that moment, my preference would have been to stop right there and go home. She reached over and grabbed my throbbing cock and said, "Let's get in the back seat." It was a command and not a question. Without another word, she crawled over the front seat. I put the car back in gear and pulled over to the siding and shut off the engine. I thought about going over the front seat as Rita had done, but I was too tall to do it gracefully, so, I opened my door and slid my legs out to the road. I grabbed my pants to prevent them from dropping to my feet. I opened the back door and stuck my head in to see that Rita was perched up against the opposite back door with her legs spread wide and her fingers flying in her sex. She looked at me and said, "You'd better hurry or I'm going without you."

I pulled off my jacket and let my pants fall to my feet. My boxer shorts followed. My cock was painfully hard and Rita just stared at it as I got into position between her legs. She threw her right leg over the back of the front seat to make more room and threw her left leg up onto the back window deck. She said, "Fuck me, Mick. Don't cum in me though." She rocked her hips forward as I fumbled around with my cock in my hand looking for her pussy. I had a vague idea of where it was. I accidentally, pushed against her anus and she jumped and yelled, "NO. NOT THERE." She reached down and guided my cock to her vagina and pulled it forward. I pushed forward and Rita screamed in pain. I stopped and started to withdraw. She yelled again, "NO... GO."

I eased my cock into her and she groaned as I penetrated to her cervix and then she yelped and pulled away from me, but just an inch or so. "Jesus Christ. That hurt." I didn't know what to say so I stayed silent. She pushed her hips forward again very slowly to test her depth. I was unaware of what was happening. I was just following directions. I hoped that she knew what she was doing because I didn't.

I silently prayed that I wouldn't further embarrass myself by cumming again after a single stroke, but I guess the ejaculation in her hand allowed me to last longer as I followed instinct and started fucking her. Whatever I was doing, she seemed to like it as she laid her head back against the window and moaned constantly with my motion. She didn't add any motion of her own. She just moaned. Her eyes were closed and her jaw was clenched as she seethed air between her teeth. I pushed against her depth and she flinched each time. I got it that I shouldn't do that.

I was becoming more confident and I increased my pace. She enjoyed that and her mouth opened to form an 'O' as she heaved air into her lungs as I withdrew and blew it out as I jammed my cock back in. When she screeched out, "Oh my God, Mick. I'm gonna cum. Oh, gawwdd."

Rita screamed out, "GO. GO. GO." This command confused me because she had already told me not to cum in her. I figured that this command had more urgency and I blew my load in her vagina at the same time she began her throbbing orgasm. I was in heaven. The sensation of being milked by her pussy was incredible and nothing like I had ever experienced before.

Rita's eye burst open as she shrieked, "NO. YOU DIDN'T. I TOLD YOU." She pushed me away from her before I had finished and my last few shots launched onto her stomach and splattered across her tits and face. She blocked the splatter with her hands and started yelling and screaming at me. I was dumbstruck and sat back on my heels with the back of my head on the roof. She pushed herself off the door and sat up and slapped me hard in the face. I took her blow without a word. She yelled, "OH MY GOD, MICK. YOU CAME IN ME. HOLY SHIT," and started crying.

I understood the significance of a guy cumming in a woman's vagina but what were the chances of getting pregnant from only one time. My friends were all in agreement that couldn't happen from only one time. I would learn that my friends were all wrong. Four weeks later, Rita called to tell me that she had missed her period. Two weeks later she called to tell me that she was pregnant. I was devastated. She was in tears and inconsolable.

Rita and her parents came to my house and met with my parents to decide what to do. I knew little about abortions and both sets of parents were Catholics anyway. The baby would be born. We would be married. There was no talk of giving the baby up for adoption. Both parents would help however they could.

Rita was showing before graduation and she weathered a bombardment of degradation from girls and boys. Even though neither Rita nor I had confirmed that I was the father, I took some heat. It wasn't too hard to count back to when she and I were dating.

Shortly after graduation, a baby boy, perfect in every way, was born and we named him James. Rita and I married in a family-only ceremony as agreed and the grandparents shared caring for James while Rita and I both found any kind of job we could find to get by. We were both nineteen years old. Rita found a job through her father at a real estate office doing anything necessary in the office. I got really lucky and landed a job as a technician at the largest employer in the area. We were doing okay and I didn't want for much because I'd never had much. Rita was a different story and we fought about money all the time. She was living in the manner that she was accustomed to, but not in the manner that she longed for.

A year later. Baby David was born. Everyone was thrilled except for Rita. She was buried even deeper in the quagmire of her life. She grew more and more depressed. I bought her nice things whenever I could gather the money to do so. She was always thrilled by the gifts but they didn't hold her interest for long.

I loved my job but it was frustrating to watch the men and women with engineering degrees making three times what I was earning and if anything, the work was mostly mine. It was the way of the world and the only way out was to get an engineering degree of my own even though I couldn't think of a way to make that happen. I was stuck in the quagmire of my life as much as Rita was.

Rita started working late at the office. She seemed to be happier, so I let it go. She was excited that one client had come into the office to look at listings and she had assisted him. He was nice and drove a big Mercedes. She couldn't stop talking about him. A week later she came home late and announced that she needed a nice professional outfit to wear to a house showing along with her boss. The 'nice man' in the Mercedes had requested that she be involved since she had helped him the previous week. If she started getting part of the commissions, that could be big money. We dropped the boys off at my parents and went shopping. I hadn't seen her so excited in a very long time and I was willing to do anything to stoke that fire.

She was up early the next morning primping and getting herself ready for the big day. Her new suit included a silk blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. She had insisted that such a blouse was necessary. Women in the realty business had to use all of their feminine wiles to make a sale. A dark blue jacket that buttoned under her bustline further enhanced the look. The matching tight skirt came to mid-thigh. The high heels finished off the look. She rarely wore heels.

By the time she had applied her makeup, fixed her hair, and dressed, I wanted to take her back to bed. I couldn't remember when she had looked so sexy. I thought about her big day all day long and picked the boys up at Rita's parents like usual, anxious to hear all about it.

Rita got home late as usual. Her hair was in total disarray and her blouse was misbuttoned and rumpled. She threw two hundred dollars down on the kitchen table and without a word retreated to the bedroom. I tended to the boys for a moment and then went back to our bedroom. Rita was in the shower and I could hear her crying. I didn't press her on why, but I was getting a bad feeling.

She confirmed my worst fears after the lights went out. She rolled over to me and started crying again. I pulled her into my arms and she told me what had happened: The 'nice' client in the big car had insisted that she be present at the house showing. He had said that his reasoning was so that she could get part of the commission. In reality, she was there to perform sexual favors on the client as a condition of the sale. She had objected until her boss told her she would be fired if she refused the client's demands. She still objected and started to leave the house until her boss threatened to tell her father that she was fired because she had offered sex in exchange for the client's purchase of the house like she was a common prostitute. She relented and not only did the client force her to give him a blow job but when he sat in a living room chair while he fucked her cowgirl style, her boss moved in behind her and fucked her ass. Her boss threw the two hundred dollars at her when they got back to the office. She cried that she was nothing but a prostitute but she took the money. I was angry like I had never been before. I told her I'd go see her boss tomorrow but she objected saying that it would just be his word against hers.

She didn't talk about anything that happened at her job again. I wanted her to find another job but she refused. Every so often she'd come home and throw two-hundred dollars on the table and go to take a shower. She wouldn't talk about it.

One night, when James was four and David was three, Rita came home late in her business suit and dropped three-hundred dollars on the table. She wasn't depressed like usual and she didn't retreat to the bathroom to take a shower. She took off her suit jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. She had gone to work with a bra on but she was braless then. She hiked up her tight skirt and knelt in front of me and pushed her body between my legs. She smiled at me as she fumbled with my belt and zipper. It was a sad smile. I was as hard as an iron pipe by the time she got my cock out. She kissed the glans and ran her tongue down the underside of my shaft and sucked in each of my balls before kissing her way back to the knob. Her lips came over the tip as her tongue circled the ridge-line. She rocked her face from side to side to work my fat knob into her mouth. She started a blow job that she knew I loved. The sad smile never left her face. I caught a glint of something in her hair and I realized that it was cum and it wasn't mine. She continued her blow job until I humped up and blew my load in her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could and didn't lose a drop.

She pulled off my cock and licked her lips and then ran her fingers around them. She stood up and pulled her tight skirt to her waist. She pushed her knees into the chair on either side of me and pulled my stiff cock back to her pussy. She wasn't wearing panties either. She pushed herself on to my cock with a groan and started rocking herself back and forth. I glanced from her sad smile to her big tits and noticed the same glistening substance in her cleavage. She looked down where I was looking and wiped cum from between her tits and pushed her finger into her mouth. The smile changed as she quickened her pace.

She moved faster and faster until she groaned hard into an orgasm. Her head rolled around on her neck as she gasped for air. She kept grinding on my cock trying to get another round of jizz from me. She drove herself through two more orgasms before I jammed my cock deep in her pussy and blew my load. She had a contented smile as she pulled back and off my cock. She stood up in front of me and dragged her fingers through her sex and pulled them to her mouth. She didn't say a word and neither did I. She pulled her blouse together but didn't button it. She smoothed her skirt down her thighs and whispered, "I love you, Mick." I didn't respond.

She went to our bedroom and I sat there with my softening cock waiting to see what she was going to do next. A car horn tooted in the driveway and I got up to see who it was. A big black Mercedes sat at the end of the driveway. I could see a body in the driver's seat. I heard Rita coming down the hallway and I turned to look at her. She had a suitcase in one hand and David in her other arm. She kissed him and handed him to me. She kissed me and said, "I can't do this anymore. Take care of my babies." She grabbed her suit jacket and headed for the front door.

I was stunned and the only words I got out before she closed the door behind her were, "Rita. No. Don't do this." I went back to the front window and watched her walk down the driveway and get into the big, black Mercedes. Neither her parents nor I ever directly heard from her again. Presents would arrive at Christmas and the boy's birthdays, but they contained no card or letter, nor a forwarding address.

Rita's parents were devastated that she could just walk out like that. I knew that she hadn't been happy in forever. I hoped that the decision to leave me and the boys that night led to some peace and happiness for her. I went down to the realty office the next day and beat the shit out of Rita's boss. He didn't know where she had gone and wouldn't divulge the name of the rich man who had started all this. He didn't file charges against me although he was in a hospital for several days recovering.

With half of the income gone, I relied even more heavily on the four grandparents. They were a Gods-end and I vowed to pay them back in any way I could. The tech company I worked for had gotten wind of my situation and offered to pay my way through college to get an Engineering degree. I would continue to work a less responsible schedule and take classes on some days and nights. That put additional pressure on the grandparents and they were only too happy to make it work. My work experiences counted for several credit hours toward my degree and I graduated three years later. In recompense, I was tied to the company for three years. I saw it as the company being tied to me for another three years. A guaranteed job was a luxury I could have only dreamed of and my friends would kill for.

My salary tripled immediately upon graduation and raises came rapidly. I had majored in computer software and design, but oddly enough, the company didn't assign me to their small but growing computer division. I dabbled in it at home, when I found the time.

My forced frugality during my entire life paid off as I saved enough to buy a new home. It was a big five-bedroom house that was lavish in ways I had never even seen before. I used one of the extra bedrooms as my software laboratory. The boys had their own bedrooms for the first time. They were eight and nine years old. I was twenty-eight and if I had been told that I'd own a house like that at that age, I'd have said you were completely nuts.

I still chummed around with several of my old school friends. They were a little jealous of my newfound success and wealth. They all worked menial jobs and just to jab me once in a while one or another would ask me if I thought Rita would have been finally happy if she had stayed. That was five years before and I still thought about her and hoped that she was happy somewhere. James and David had long since stopped asking about her. As kids often do, they blamed themselves for her leaving. I could have told them that she had died, but the presents were coming from someone, so I just told them the truth.