LEFTOVERS- A SECOND COURSE

More bits and pieces of anything sexual

    There was the day I found Dave’s secret. I was supposed to be gone away and he was home alone with his 2 sisters, ages 14 & 11. We were 16 at the time. I walked into his house without knocking as we often did when the parents weren’t home. Hearing some noise coming from the playroom in the cellar I went down there. Dave’s dad was a carpenter and trust me on this, there were no squeaks in their stairways so I got there without them noticing me. What I saw stopped me in my tracts however. Nancy the older sister was tied to the hide a bed and Beth the younger one was eating her pussy while Dave fucked her doggy style. I though that Dave was still a virgin, surprise. I must have stood there quite a while before Nancy noticed me and screamed. Dave looked around and without missing a beat pulled Beth away from her sister’s cunt and told me to grab a rubber from the box and stick it in her.  Since I had the feeling that neither of the girls were really willing I decided to just watch even though I really wanted to either get laid or leave, real mixed feelings there. I hung around until Dave was done screwing both girls. We even watched them shower and clean up after he was finished with them. I watched several more times but never took part, somehow it just didn’t seem right. 

    Larry’s house was kind of different. For one thing it had 2 porches, one above the other. The driveway was right next to them and there were no other places for quite a distance plus the drive was lined with pine trees. Larry liked to sleep out on the upper porch on nice nights and thus found himself in a position that many a 13 year old boy would have envied. You see he had a 16 year old sister who had been dating for a year or two and who was allowed to stay out until midnight on weekends. Their parents had divorced a couple of years earlier and they lived with their mother who was a firm believer in early to bed and early to rise. She was never up when Linda got home and this led to her developing the habit of staying out in the boy’s car and making out for a while. Old Larry noticed this habit and moved the light that was always on downstairs so that it illumined the  inside of any car parked where the boy’s always seemed to be. A pair of good binoculars gave him a ringside seat for all the action. He was watching the night Linda lost her cherry and as she learned to give a blow job. He also watched as she discovered the joys of being eaten and experimented with her first attempt as taking it in the ass. Our boy got to see a lot he did. 

     My mom turned lezzy after dad split. I guess she had always leaned that way anyway. I got used to having a parade of different women in and out of the house. Some weeks there would be several stopping be to swap carpet munches. By the time I had tits mom had me going down on her if she was feeling the need and I was the only body around. Of course she returned the favor but even though I learned to kinda enjoy it I knew it wasn’t what I really wanted. Not that I had much of a choice. Then she started to share me with her friends. That was pretty bad sometimes. Imagine being thirteen and having to go down of some fat forty something  bull dyke. Not my idea of heaven. Not that I had a choice. One old broad had a daughter my age and they liked to get the two of us together and watch us. Fourteen and giving sex shows to dykes. Just wonderful. I did get a friend out of it though. Sandy was fun to be around and as long as we performed we got to spent time together. I still see her quite a bit even though its been years since our mothers went to jail. 
    I used to visit a juice bar not too far from my house. You know one of those places where the broads dance totally naked. Because of this the place can’t sell booze so you pay 3 or 4 bucks for soda or juice. A private lap dance costs  10 to 40 bucks depending on how long and if you want to touch or not. Anyway there was this broad there that was one of the dancers and I kind of got to liking her. She did a whale of a lap dance and had a fairly nice body. Her tits drooped but they were big so I guess that should be expected. We got to talking one day as she was doing her thing on my lap and I asked her if she ever did private work. Turned out she did. Further conversation reveled that she was willing to do almost anything for 50 bucks an hour. Since I was paying 40 for a ten minute lap dance and the privilege or playing with her tits and ass I figured it was a good deal. There was an old motel just down the road that wasn’t too fussy about ID and car plate numbers so after she was done with her shift we retired there. For my 50 bucks and the 35 the joint charged for the room I got to have her dance on my cock instead of my lap  and I got pictures of it all to boot. After that I forgot the juice bar and we had a regular time and day for private dances. Did it for almost a year and we sort of became friends. Then some other guy took her off to the woods. They found her strangled body a few days later. 

    She was left sobbing in the dirt on the woods trail that she had taken so often. This time there were unfriendly eyes watching. She was grabbed from behind. A hard hand covered her mouth as she was thrown to the ground. His massive body pinned her much smaller one in place. Hands ripped and tore at her clothing. Her legs were forced apart and her panties pushed aside. Something big and hard pushed its way into her pussy. OH GOD IT HURTS. Hard hands pulled her ass cheeks and squished her tits as the rape played out. She could do nothing except lay there and hope that he would let her live. He speeded up and she endured the final shame of feeling his heated jets splash against her insides. He collapsed on top of her for a while as the motions inside her subsided until he fell out of her ripped pussy. Then he was gone. She never even saw anything except his hands. She was left there sobbing to try to put her life back together if she could. 

    By the time you read this my pain will be over. I have lived with it for far too long and I can no longer stand it. I have never been loved, only used. It started with my stepfather. He took my virginity when I was 11. He had taken everything else earlier. I was beaten and raped almost every day until he died driving drunk. Four years of hell that my mother knew of and witnessed almost every day but refused to help relieve. Damn her to hell. She claimed that if she tried he might kill us both. Well he did. Mom with him and now me. After the accident I went to live in a foster home. There I was a draft animal in the day and a sex toy at night. Nothing new there. I finally ran away but life on the streets was about the same except I did not get to eat as often. Then I met Jack. He was wonderful and I fell in love. Until he put me on the corner. Somehow turning tricks was proving my love. I never understood that but I was so afraid of losing him I went along. I found drugs. They helped dim the pain of life. But they could not save me from it either. I now stand on a tall stool with a rope around my neck as I finish writing this. In  a few seconds I will step off into eternity. I’m sure it will hurt as I slowly strangle. I will kick and fight. My finger nails will dig and rip the flesh of my face and neck as I try to pull the rope away. I care not. It will be a small price to pay for my freedom. Freedom from my life. Goodbye.