Seven Years a Woman Extended Edition
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I got seven shots before they noticed me. David jumped off the bed yelling “Give that fucking camera.” I pulled the 1911A1 that was tucked in my pants behind me and pointed it at him. He stopped, sneered and said:
“You don’t have the balls.”
I pointed the automatic at his left knee and pulled the trigger. He fell screaming to the floor.
“Jesus Christ” my father said. “You shot your own brother?”
“The only reason I’m not going to shoot you is because I don’t want to deprive mom of the pleasure of cutting your dick off.”
Sonia, my wife of nine years, was clutching a pillow to her chest and crying “Don’t kill me; please don’t kill me.” I ignored her and told my father:
“I don’t know which pisses me off more. You fucking my wife or you having your dick in her ass which is something she would never let me do. Needless to say I resign. You’ll need to change the sign on the building from Dawson and Sons to Dawson and Son. The again maybe just Dawson’s if asshole there bleeds out. I don’t see anyone hurrying to call 911 to get him help.”
I turned to leave and he said “Where are you going?”
“Over to your place to share my pictures with mom.”
“Wait Bobby; we need to talk.”
“You may feel the need to talk, but I feel absolutely no need to listen.”
As I walked out the front door he was yelling “God damn it Bobby; talk to me.”
I ignored him and as I walked to my car I used the 1911 to take out his right side front and rear tires. Didn’t want him racing to beat me to mom. I drove two blocks and then pulled over to the curb and called my mom. I would rather have given her the pictures to her in person, but when 911 was called for David the cops would become involved and they would most likely be told I could be found at my parent’s place.
When she answered I told her I was emailing her some photos and she needed to see them before dad got home. She had questions and I told her I would call her later. I checked my watch and saw I still had an hour before the bank closed. As I drove over to the bank I thought about what had just happened.
I’d returned a day early from a business trip and found my father’s car parked in my driveway. I didn’t think anything of it because I’ve always asked him to check on Sonia when I was gone to make sure she was all right and see if she needed anything. Of course when I asked that he see if she needed anything I hadn’t meant cock.
Anyway, as soon as I was in the front door what I heard coming from the bedroom told me what was going on up there. I went into the den, opened the bottom desk drawer, took out the lock box, unlocked it and took out the .45 and tucked it behind my belt in case I might need it. I got my phone out, turned on the camera and walked to the bedroom.
Sonia was on her knees sucking David’s cock while my father was fucking her ass. I finally understood why I was the only son who got sent out of town on business and David always stayed home.
When I got to the bank I closed out all our accounts and cashed the six certificates of deposit that were in the safe deposit box. When I left the bank I had just a bit over eighteen thousand dollars. I drove across town to the bank where the company had its accounts and to which I was a signatory. I pulled out fifteen thousand. I considered it to be severance pay although some might call it embezzlement, but I was going to sweat embezzlement when I was no doubt already wanted for assault with a deadly weapon?”
My last call before getting out of town was to David’s wife Cindy. I got her just as she was leaving the house to go to the hospital to see David. As soon as he heard my voice she said:
“Bob? What the hell is going on? Your dad just called and said you shot Dave.”
“I came home from a business trip and caught him fucking Sonia. I took pictures and when he tried to get the camera from me I shot him in the leg. I’m sending the pictures to your email. Sorry you had to find out but I felt you needed to know. Take care sweetie. Bye.”
I hung up and five minutes later I went by the city limit sign and headed west. About five miles down the road I pulled over and parked. I didn’t know if my phone could be tracked so to be on the safe side I took out the battery. I could have just thrown it away I supposed, but I didn’t want to lose the photos. I’d buy a throwaway later.
I pulled away from the shoulder and proceeded to put as many miles between me and Michigan as I could.
Two days driving put me in Colorado. I checked into a motel just a little outside of Denver and out of curiosity I called home on the Tracfone I’d bought at a Walmart in Kansas. It was four in the afternoon so my father, if my mom hadn’t killed him, would still be at work. She answered on the third ring.
“Hello”
“Hi mom.”
Bob? Where are you?”
I felt a little bit of misdirection was in order since the cops were probably looking for me so I said:
“Almost to New York.”
“Why in the world are you going to New York?”
“Trying to put as much distance between me, Sonia, David and dad as I can.”
“Did you have to shoot David? He will never be able to walk right again.”
“He’s lucky I didn’t kill him. I felt I needed to let Cindy have that pleasure.”
“She didn’t kill him, but she did kick him out of their house. That was mean of you; sending those pictures.”
“Wasn’t mean of me. I figured she should know she was married to an asshole. Same reason I sent them to you.”
“A wasted effort on your part. I already knew he was an asshole. I knew he occasionally strayed, but I overlooked it to keep the family together. But Sonia? I just could not overlook that. I kicked him out and saw an attorney to file for divorce the next day. You need to turn around and come back. I’m going to end up with the business and I’m going to need your help in running it.”
“How do you figure that?”
“It was my inheritance from my father that was used to set up the business. My attorney tells me I’ll end up with sixty to sixty-five percent of it and that will give me control. I’m going to need you.”
“You going to run it as Dawson and Sons or as Dawson and Son with the son being me?”
“Don’t be that way Bob. Dave is my son just as you are.”
“That means that he will be there and that means I won’t. If I’m around him I’m going to want to hurt him.”
“You need to call Sonia. She needs to talk to you.”
“But I don’t want to talk to her so I’ll pass.”
“You might as well resign yourself to do it. Counseling is almost always ordered in a divorce and you will have to talk to her then.”
“What divorce? I just walked away from her. I’m not going to waste money on an attorney. Someday the slut will want to be free again so let her get the divorce and pay for it.”
“Really Bob; do you have to call her bad names?”
“Why not? It is what she is. What else would you call a married woman having sex with two men on the bed that her husband bought? Slut is the mildest of the things I could call her. I just called to let you know I’m okay and I’ll try to do it at least once a week. Talk to you later. Love you. Bye.”
Nothing was said about the fifteen thousand I’d taken out of the company’s account so I guessed they hadn’t noticed it yet.
I spent a week in Denver checking the place out, but while it was nice and I did feel a bit of a pull from the mountains I decided it was too soon to settle in at one place. I needed to keep moving to make it harder for them to find me.
I stopped in Castle Rock and had lunch at a place called Tricocci’s and while there I called mom to check in and let her know I was okay. I got no answer and on a whim I called the business.
“Good morning. Thank you for calling Dawson and Sons. How may I direct your call?”
“Morning Glenda. Is my mom there?”
“Bobby? Where the hell are you? This place is falling part. You need to get your butt back here.”
“Don’t think so. My mom there?”
“I’ll put you through.”
“Bob?”
“Morning mom.”
“How is New York?”
“Behind me. I didn’t much like the place. I’m in Georgia right now. A little place called Dawson. I’m having breakfast in a nice little restaurant called the Town and Country. I’m seriously thinking of settling in here.”
“You need to come home.”
“I don’t think so. I’m going to need time to get over what happened. If I were to come back now I’m not sure I wouldn’t kill my father and brother if I found myself anywhere around them. I’m going to need a while before I even start thinking about coming back.”
“Would you at least call Sonia and talk with her? I’m really worried about her. She is a mess right now.”
“It’s a mess of her own making. She can clean it up herself.”
“I’m serious here Bob. I’m afraid she might do something to hurt herself.”
“Like what? Suicide?”
“I wouldn’t say that’s out of the question.”
“Well from my standpoint it would be cheaper and faster than a divorce.”
“That’s cold.”
“Cold? Try coming home from a business trip and finding your wife in bed with two men and doing things with them that he would never do with you. She’s damned lucky I didn’t shoot her after I shot David. She is dead to me and I would appreciate it if you would never mention her name to me again.”
“I didn’t raise...”
“Mom! Have you already forgotten who those two men she was screwing were? Call you later.” and I disconnected and almost threw the phone against the wall. I just could not believe that given the circumstances she would be pushing me at Sonia.
I pulled out of Castle Rock and headed south on I-25. I still had no idea where I was going but then just going was good enough for the time being.
About two I stopped at a truck stop to fuel up and get a bite to eat. I gassed up and then parked toward the back of the lot. Before I could get out of the car there was a ‘tap tap’ on the window and I looked over and saw a girl standing there. I rolled the window down and asked “Yes?”
She looked right and then left, but wouldn’t look me in the face. I got the sense she wanted to say something, but couldn’t quite bring herself to say it. While I was waiting for her to speak I was looking at her and what I saw was a very good looking young woman. Somewhere around twenty-one or twenty-two. She dug deep in herself and found what she needed to make her speak.
“This is hard on me mister, but I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten in two days and I’m hurting. I’ll give you a blow job for twenty bucks so I can buy some food.”
One thing was clear to me. She wasn’t a pro, not if all she wanted was twenty for a blowjob. I hit the button to roll the window up and I thought I saw despair in her face as she probably thought the window going up was my turning her down. I got out of the car, locked it and said:
“Come on. Let’s go inside and get you fed.”
I offered her my hand and after some hesitation she took it and I said “I’m Bob and you are?”
“Maggie. Maggie Toman.”
Nothing else was said until we were inside and sitting in a booth sitting opposite each other and then I said:
“I know it isn’t any of my business, but what, pray tell, has Maggie Toman in a truck stop trying to scrounge up a meal?”
Before she could say anything the waitress was there to take our order and Maggie asked for a burger and fries and I said:
“That’s not a meal. It will take the edge off, but you will be hungry again in an hour. Bring us both the eight ounce sirloin dinner.”
When she was gone I again asked Maggie for her story. She was hesitant but I finally pulled it out of her. She was running away from an abusive stepfather and a drunken mother. Her stepfather made no secret of the fact that he intended to fuck her and her mother was always too drunk or drugged up to care so one night after mom and the stepdad had fallen asleep she had taken all the money out of her stepdad’s wallet and her mother’s purse and had taken off.
She had a sister in Houston so with only the clothes on her back and the money she had taken she bought a bus ticket to Denver intending to take Amtrak from Denver to Houston. She fell asleep on the bus and didn’t wake up until it got to Denver. Once awake she found her purse gone. Someone had stolen it and had gotten off the bus before the driver noticed her and woke her up. She decided that she was going to have to hitchhike to Houston.
When she finished I asked her why he kept saying he was going to do it and didn’t just go ahead and do it.
“He would have gone to jail for having sex with a minor.’
“A minor? How old are you?”
“I turned eighteen the day I ran.”
“Eighteen? I was thinking you were twenty-two or three. Why didn’t you just tell him to leave you alone or you would call the police?”
“I did and he just laughed. He said it would have been a ‘he said, she said’ situation and my mother would back him because if she didn’t he would stop buying drugs for her. I didn’t know if she would or wouldn’t, but I wasn’t going to take the gamble.”
Our meals came and we ate in silence. She passed on dessert and she said “We need to go to your car and get my part of the deal out of the way so I can get back to hitchhiking.”
While I was eating I was thinking of her plight and I came to a decision. I wasn’t going anywhere in particular. I was just driving to put distance between me and what had happened at home. I left a tip for the waitress, paid the cashier and we headed for my car. I opened the door for her and then went around and got in on my side and when the door closed she said:
“I don’t know if I will be any good at this because I’ve never done it before.”
“No matter. This is your lucky day. You picked the right guy to approach. I won’t take advantage of the situation. If I did I would feel like a creep so your first bit of luck is that I’m not going to take you up on your offer. Your second bit of luck is I’m on my way to Houston so you already have your ride. Fasten your seat belt” and I started the car.
I’d heard stories about hitchhikers and how they sometimes hijacked their rides, but I wasn’t worried about taking off with Maggie. If I was wrong about her being fairly young and innocent and she pulled a knife on me or something the 1911 was in the door pocket and all I’d have to do was drop my left hand and pull it.
I drove until eight and then I stopped at a truck stop for gas. I asked Maggie if she was hungry and she said she was so we went inside to get a bite to eat. As we waited for our meal something occurred to me.
“Does your sister know you are coming?”
“No. I was going to call her when I got to Denver but my phone was in my purse.”
I took my phone out of the pouch on my belt and handed it to her. “Give her a call” and then to give Maggie some privacy I went to the bathroom and then browsed the truck stop part of the place and on a whim I bought a road atlas. By the time I got back to the table the food was there and Maggie had finished her call. As I sat down I asked:
“Everything okay?”
“She’s excited to see me. She told me mom had called her and asked if she’d heard from me. She told me mom actually sounded sober for a change and told me that if Cathy heard from me to have me call mom.”
I pointed at the phone lying on the table and said “Go ahead.”
“I’m not ready yet. Maybe in a couple of days.”
Once back on the road Maggie said “You know my story. What’s yours?”
I told her.
“Your father and your brother? And you didn’t kill them? What did your wife say?”
“Didn’t ask. Just took off.”
“Maybe she was being forced or maybe even blackmailed.”
“She wasn’t forced. I could tell that much from her behavior while I was taking pictures and if she was being blackmailed over something she could have told me and we would have worked it out.”
“I still think you should know why.”
“Maybe someday, but I’m nowhere near ready right now.”
I stopped at a Days Inn and I was going to get two rooms, but Maggie said she didn’t want to be in a room alone so I got a room with twin beds. In the room she said she needed a shower so while she went and did that I stripped and got into bed. When she came out of the bathroom she looked at the other bed and then turned and got in bed with me.
I sleep naked and while she might have felt the need to be close to someone I wasn’t all that sure that the someone should be me. I didn’t think it was a good idea at all.
“The other bed is for you.”
“I don’t want to be there. I want to be right where I am.”
She touched me and her hand started to move down my body. I grabbed her wrist and said “No!”
“But I want to. I owe you.”
“No you don’t. I will not take advantage of you. You were hurting and desperate when you made that offer. I was glad to be able to help.”
“I’m not doing it to pay a debt. I want to do it to thank you for being so nice to me. I want to do it because I want to do it. Is that okay?”
I’m not a saint and she was a sexy looking girl and I damned sure didn’t owe Sonia fidelity anymore so I let go of Maggie’s wrist. She took that as my acceptance and her hand continued down my body until she reached me cock. Again, I’m no saint and my cock was hard when her hand got there. She pushed down the covers and scooted down to where she could take me in her mouth and said:
“I’ve never done this before but I’ve seen it done on porn videos. If I’m doing something wrong tell me.”
She looked at it, stroked it a couple of times and then licked it lick a lollipop. She looked up at me and then she took it in her mouth. Considering it was her first it wasn’t bad. I did have to caution her about dragging her teeth on it, but other than that it was a very good first effort.
Normally when I was ready squirt I would let Sonia know so she could make the choice as to whether she wanted to swallow or not, but I decided not to tell Maggie. It was mean of me and I knew it but I honestly believed I was doing her a favor in the long run. If she gave complete blow jobs she would make any future boyfriends want to keep her around forever. I did however give her an opportunity to choose. Knowing it was her first time and she didn’t know any better I said:
“When I cum just let it fill your mouth full and then swallow and then after that lick me clean.”
At that point she could have pulled off is she didn’t like the idea, but all she did was look up and me and nod okay. When I shot she did just what I told her. After she cleaned me off I spun around and said:
“My turn.”
I pushed her legs apart and my mouth was on the way to her pussy as she was saying “What? What are you doing? Wait. Don’t.”
I ignored her, slid my hands under her ass and pulled her to me. She tried to push me away but as soon as my lips captured the little man in the boat all resistance stopped. Using mouth and fingers I was able to get her off twice before I stopped. She looked up at me with wonder on her face.
“I never knew. I read about it, but I never knew.”
I settled in next to her and she snuggled into me and we fell asleep.
I woke up with Maggie’s mouth on my cock. After what happened the previous evening I saw no sense in pushing her away. I closed my eyes an enjoyed the sensation. It took a second or two for me to realize she had stopped and when I opened my eyes it was to see her swinging over me and lowering herself down toward my erection which she was guiding toward her opening. For one brief – very brief – instant I was going to push her away, but didn’t. She was old enough to know what she wanted and old enough to do it so let her.
She guided me into her and I’d only gone in an inch or two when I hit a barrier and wouldn’t go any farther. I suddenly realized it was her hymen. She was a virgin! At the same instant I went to push her off me she drove herself down hard. I heard a sharp intake of breath and I could see the pain on her face.
“My girlfriends told me it would hurt at first, but it would get better” and she started to slowly move up and down. I just laid there and let her work it out. Her working up and down started to get a little faster and then faster still and the look of pain faded to become a look of wonder. I just stayed still and enjoyed the experience.
She finally got me to the point where I needed to cum, but I’ve never been able to get off with the woman on top. I would get to the edge and just hang there until I couldn’t take it anymore and then I needed to get on top and drive to make it happen. Sonia knew it and was used to it, but Maggie was new to things and she panicked when I pulled out and went to roll her over.
“No no no leave it in leave it in don’t stop.”
She quieted down some when I pushed it back in and started pounding hard. Her hands grabbed my ass and she tried to pull me farther into her. She moaned, she cried, and she begged and she came and came and came and was still trying to urge me on when I finally shot into her. She tried to keep me from pulling out and I had to explain to her that I was done and couldn’t do anymore until I recovered.
“How long? How long before we can do it again?”
“Maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. Maybe a half hour.”
“Would it help if I ... you know?”
“Probably, but if I’m right there is a mess down there that will need to be cleaned up first.”
“A mess? What mess?”
“Take a look.”
She did and her hand flew to her mouth and she said “Oh my God; the motel people are going to be pissed. We need to hurry and shower and then fill the tube and throw the sheets in to keep the stain from setting.”
We did those things and then she wanted to get on the other bed and go again but I told her we couldn’t.
“It’s only ten hours from here to Houston and if we leave now we can have you at your sisters by seven or eight.”
“I’m in no hurry to get there. I’d rather do more of what we just did while it is fresh in my mind. Once I get to my sister’s I’ve no idea of how long it might be before I can get to do it again.”
When she put it that way a little voice in the back of my head said “Better take it Robert; it could be a long time before YOU can get to do it again.”
We stayed until checkout time as she wanted to try different positions and do some things she’d seen on porn sites. I took advantage of the situation to try something I’d never done and had always wanted to try, but Sonia would never let happen. After doing it doggie, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and sixty-nine she asked “What else is there?”
“We haven’t done anal yet. Most women like it because it gives them a way to have sex during their time of the month.”
“Then I guess I’d better learn that too.”
Did I feel guilty taking advantage of her innocence? Not a bit. To my way of thinking she needed to find out if she liked it or not so why let someone else give her the experience? Besides, I needed to find out if I liked it.
She did and so did I. She wanted to do it again but I had to say no. I was wiped out. I’d cum six times since going to bed the previous evening and I just could not get it up.
We caught a bite to eat and hit the road. Because of the late start we wouldn’t get to Houston until well after midnight so around nine I decided to stop for the night rather than show up at her sister’s at two in the morning.
Of course Maggie wanted to practice what she’d learned and she was able to get three out of me, one of them anal, before we fell asleep. Then in the morning she wanted to start the day off right and as a result it was four in the afternoon when we pulled up at her sister’s place.
When I made no move to get out of the car she asked “Aren’t you coming in?”
Truth was I was growing fond of the young lady, but under the circumstances I saw no future for us so I said:
“I’d like to, but I can’t. The time we spent playing has put me way behind schedule so I need to get going.”
I saw disappointment on her face and she said “Then I guess this is goodbye.” She leaned over and kissed me, said “Thanks for everything” hesitated and then with a big smile on her face said “And I do mean everything” and got out of the car. I watched her walk to the door and when it opened she turned, waved and went inside.
I found a motel and checked in. There was an IHOP across the street and while I ate my meal I was thinking “What now Robert?” After some thought I decided that since I was in Texas anyway I should see The Alamo. When I got back to my room I looked through the road atlas I’d bought at the truck stop and looked to see how to get to San Antonio. It was only 197 miles from Houston so it would only take about three hours.
About a half hour out of Columbus I saw a car on the side of the road and a man and woman standing behind it. The man had his thumb out in the time honored hitchhike gesture and I pulled over. He opened the door and said:
“My car broke down and we need a ride to the next town where I hope to find someone who can fix it.”
“Well come on and get in.”
He got up front with me and the woman got in the back. We introduced ourselves. He was Ray and the woman in the back was Sarah. We had gone a half mile or so when I heard ‘snick’ and I looked over at the man and he had a switch blade knife in his hand pointing at me.
“Don’t do anything stupid and you won’t get hurt. Take a left on that dirt road coming up.”
As I dropped my left hand to the door pocket to grip the .45 I said “I don’t think so.”
“Hey man; I don’t want to hurt you. All I want is your cash and your car.”
I had the Colt in my hand, but before I could bring it up and swing it toward him the woman in the backseat, using the straps of her purse as a garrote, looped them over his head and around his neck and jerked back. He dropped the knife and tried to get his fingers under the straps and pulled them away so he could breathe, but they were too tight.
I dropped the gun back in the door pocket and made the turn onto the dirt road, went about a hundred feet and pulled over to the side of the road. I picked up the knife, got out of the car, went around and opened the passenger door. I told the woman she could let him go and she took her purse back. The man, who by then was unconscious, slumped forward and I pulled him out of the car and dropped him on the ground.
I checked his pulse and he was still alive. I undressed him, rolled him into the ditch that ran along the side of the road, tossed his clothes in the trunk of the car. I asked Sarah if she would like to move up front.
“You aren’t going to leave me here?”
“Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because I was with him?”
“Maybe you were, but you took my side in this so why would I put you out?”
She shrugged and moved up front with me, I hung a U-turn, a left at the corner and we were on our way to San Antonio. As soon as we were moving I said:
“I take it you weren’t in any kind of relationship with him?”
“I’ve only known him about an hour. My car broke down and he saw me standing there with the hood up and he stopped to offer me a lift. He was pretty much of a dirt bag and he let me know he thought I should put out for him in exchange for the ride. I played along until he would stop for food or fuel I was going to bail out on him. When he did what he did I wasn’t going to be any part of it so that’s why the straps.”
“An hour ago? Why didn’t he drop you off in Waverly so you could arrange to get the car towed in and fixed?”
“It wasn’t my car and I didn’t care what happened to it.”
I raised an eyebrow at that, she saw it and said “It’s my husband’s company car and I have no doubt that he has or will report it stolen so I planned to leave it at the airport in San Antonio and catch a flight to San Diego.”
She saw the look on my face and said “I guess I should tell you the full story. I caught my husband cheating on me. So to get even with him I screwed his brother and then told him about it. Told him we were even and he could either stop running around on me or I would keep on doing some guy every time he did another girl. He called me a whore, gave me some nonsense that it was okay for men to cheat, but married women couldn’t.”
“He actually said that?”
“He said men were programed to propagate the species and women were programed to stay home and nurture the family. Then he said he was leaving me because he wouldn’t live with a slut. That night when he fell asleep I took the car keys and left. I spent the night in a motel and was at the bank in the morning when it opened and I cleaned out the accounts. Then I hit the road until the car quit and here I am.”
I laughed out loud at that.
“What’s so funny?”
“I’m laughing at the situation. You and I are pretty close to being a matched pair.”
“How so?”
I told her the story that led me to being on the road and in a position to pick her up.”
“Oh my god! What are the odds on that? I assume you won’t be making up with her.”
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