SHE SAVED ME

By destroying her ex-boyfriend


By Elrohir, Elrohir57@gmail.com

I never thought I would end up here ... flat on my back with a mountainous
angry man standing over me, holding the biggest bowie knife I'd ever seen.
This was in my usual watering hole, which up until now had been the quietest
of drinking establishments, but in a heartbeat things had turned ugly.

It all began shortly after I moved here to Panama City Beach. I'd been a
police officer, then a detective, in a large Midwestern city for most of my
adult life, until a bank robber's lucky shot ended my career at age 46 by
taking out a section of my femur. The bone had not healed properly, so in
addition to being a couple of inches shorter than the other leg, it was bent
slightly, forcing me to use a cane to walk, and running was out of the
question. My wife, who was also on the Department, had stuck with me to the
end of my recovery only to promptly run off with a younger copper we both
knew. Brothers in arms, my ass!

So I said to Hell with it all, took my disability money and moved here, got a
little apartment and a job with a small company that provided beach chair and
umbrella rentals to a section of the public beach. Every day I would drive to
a nearby parking area, hobble down to the beach, open the little storage
building and put out umbrellas and cushions for the wooden lounge chairs
permanently moored there. It was a painful way to start the day, but after I
got set up I could spend the rest of the day recovering on one of the chairs
in the sun, collecting rental money from the tourists while I watched the
beach bunnies from behind my mirrored sunglasses. I was still a rather
handsome man, they said; distinguished-looking, they said, and once in a great
while some young beauty with Daddy issues would fancy a little fling with an
older man while on vacation, and invite me up to her room. One even called me
Daddy repeatedly during the act, but I didn't mind. I was careful, though,
picking and choosing according to my old cop's intuition, and always using
protection. Most of them thanked me the next morning, some even complementing
me on my equipment and my cocksmanship, but only a few ever requested a second
engagement. Most awoke with that "What the hell have I done?" look on their
faces, so I usually never had to break off anything or even see them again.
I'd remind them they knew where to find me if they needed "anything" else, and
I'd leave.

It was great, really, kind of like being on vacation 24/7/365. With all the
tourists and transients who came and went, however, and having had more than
my fill of human contact over the years, I didn't really warm up to people and
hadn't really made many friends beyond Jack the bartender, so it was lonely at
times ... until I met Jenny. She jogged up the beach every morning while I was
setting up, and I always tried not to stare as she went by but always failed,
and she never failed to notice, her eyes boldly meeting mine. The first couple
of times, she just smiled and nodded, then she started saying "Good Morning!"
as she passed, and eventually she would stop for a few minutes of polite
conversation. I was flattered that she would even speak to me, because anytime
she was there, Jenny was the best-looking woman on the beach, and she was
maybe 30 years old while I was 50. She jokingly called me "Old Man" in our
little chats, so I knew there was no way I would ever have a chance with her,
although that didn't stop me from having a huge crush.

She was almost six feet tall, with long auburn hair tied in a pony tail, a
regal face, piercing green eyes, and a great all-over tan. If I had to guess
I'd say her measurements were something like 38-24-40, but her long torso and
legs made her appear both curvy and statuesque at the same time. She was a
registered nurse who worked in the local hospital emergency room. Her work
week was three twelve-hour shifts. She spent the other four days of the week
running, working out, and practicing the actual martial art version of
Tai-Chi, so she was very fit, powerful, and graceful, too. On the days she
jogged wearing a bikini, she drew stares from every man on the beach, and was
the cause of many a sharp elbow in the ribs from a jealous spouse or
girlfriend.

This morning I thought I would do a little something special: I stopped at
Starbucks and got two large cups of medium roast coffee, and had cream and
sweetener packets on the side in case she wanted those. I finished setting up
my chairs and umbrellas and settled onto the chair closest to the water and
sipped my black coffee while I waited for her to jog by. But she never came
... . Her coffee got cold and I poured it out, knowing she ran at the same
time every day like clockwork, so if she was late she wasn't coming. The rest
of the day went by at an excruciatingly slow pace, after which I drove to my
local watering hole with a heavy heart.

"Why the long face, Steve?" said Jack the bartender.

"Oh, nothing" I tried to say evenly.

"Does it have something to do with some girl named Jenny?"

"What???" I asked incredulously. I knew bartenders supposedly get good at
reading people, but this was ridiculous. "Why would you say that?"

"Because occasionally when you actually talk about your personal life, she is
the only person you say more than two or three words about, and even though
you never smile, when you mention her name the corners of your eyes crinkle up
like you're ABOUT to smile, even though, as I said, you never do."

"Oh. Well yeah, that's it, then. I'd forgotten I talked about her so much. I
just didn't get to see her today, is all."

"Oh, the HORROR!" he said, in mock consternation. "What ever will you do
without your ladylove?"

"Oh, SHUT UP!" I grinned. Jack knew he could always cheer me up with sarcasm.
We talked for a little while, just idle chit chat about the weather, how bad
the traffic would be when the Spring Break kids got here, etc. We were just
about to run out of things to say to each other when the evening crowd began
to trickle in, so Jack got busy and was spared my presence, and I his, for a
while.

I'd finally gotten out of the cop habit of trying to watch everyone in the
room, so I barely noticed any of the arriving customers, except for one
gargantuan guy with a bald head and a thick handlebar moustache. He had on a
Harley jacket, ripped jeans and motorcycle boots. His style was Biker Clich'.
I instinctively looked for weapons, and noted he had a bandanna hanging from
belt his in such a way as to try to conceal a big knife sheath on his side.
Not wanting to draw his attention any more than necessary, I turned back to
the bar and my beer.

Suddenly a strong hand clapped hard on my shoulder and a spun me around while
a voice said "Hey, Old Man, fancy meeting you here!" I turned to see the most
beautiful piercing green eyes staring into mine. I couldn't stop my face from
lighting up when I saw her.

"Hey, Jenny! I missed you this morning! Welcome to my humble home away from
home."

"Yeah, one of my patients passed away unexpectedly, and I had a lot of
paperwork to complete, so I didn't get to run, today. But you knew that." She
looked around in mock appraisal of her surroundings and made a sour face. "I
didn't know you lived in such a DUMP!" she laughed, punching me in the
shoulder. Wow! She just about knocked me down. I could see that she'd already
had two or three drinks, just enough to make her lose some inhibitions ... and
forget her own strength, apparently.

"OW!" I cried in mock pain. "Dang, woman! You almost broke my collar bone." I
was only half joking: It was actually still hurting, and I was certain I would
have a bruise there in the morning.

"Whatsa matter, Old Man, can't take punishment from a little girl? She leaned
her face in toward mine and made a muscle as she said this, her bicep
expanding to surprisingly large proportions. She grabbed me around the waist
and roughly pulled me to her, our faces within inches of each other. She
half-whispered "Maybe I'll just kidnap you and have my way with you!" Lord,
she was so strong and sexy, I tried to back away to avoid revealing just how
happy I was to see her, but she held me fast. Damn, she was strong! She
pressed me to her, and there was no getting away. Her embrace left no doubt
she could feel the angry one-eyed monster rearing up in my pants. She
pretended not to notice and looked me in the eye, winked, and said "Just
kidding! I'd better get back to my date for the evening. It was good to see
you." She hugged me like I was her Grandpa, but as she did so she
surreptitiously ground her crotch against the bulge in my pants, causing me to
gasp. She smiled, pulled away and winked at me again, then walked away. I
couldn't help but watch her hips sway as she sauntered over to the other side
of the room ... and joined up with the Humongous Biker Dude! I overheard her
calling him Kenny, an oddly euphemistic name for the gigantic monstrosity to
which it was attached. My heart sank. I didn't know what to make of any of
what had just happened.

I turned back to the bar to hide my front and avoid looking at Jenny any more.
Jack found enough of a lull in the action to come down and grab my mug and
refill it with Amber Bock without asking. Ah, the joys of being a barfly. He
leaned forward and said quietly, "Is that Jenny?" I wanted to say it was none
of his business, but I just nodded instead to avoid a battle that I would
inevitably lose. Her yellow tank top and white shorts accentuated her tanned
skin and clung to her curves like I wished I could. He let out a low whistle.
"No wonder you light up around her, uh, relatively speaking. You actually
looked human there for a minute, I mean."

"Thanks, Jack. It warms my heart to know that you appreciate my taste in
women."

"Brother, she's the Surf 'n' Turf Diabla of female dishes. Every man would
have a taste for that and would want a bite, even if it was so hot and spicy
he couldn't take it!" he grinned.

"You wax eloquent, my dear bartender. Yeah, she's a goddess. I guess I'm a
foolish old man for having a crush on her."

"I wouldn't be too sure, Steve. She looks at you with what I can only describe
as the light of love in her eye. I guess it could be just a Grandpa thing,
though."

"Geeze, thanks for the backhand compliment!" I sullenly exclaimed.

"Hey, I'm just sayin' it's too soon for me to tell yet. I can tell you one
thing for sure: She don't look at HIM like that." He said, gesturing toward
the Man Mountain. Indeed, Jenny sat across the table from the big ox, but
barely looked at him. In truth, she looked bored. She caught Jack and me
looking at her and gave us a quick smile. It warmed my heart, and my blood. I
think it kind of lit up Jack, as well. He seemed embarrassed by it, blushing
as he bashfully smiled back. I'd never seen our loquacious booze vendor at a
loss for words, but he did not speak for a good five minutes, until someone
finally asked him if he was in the business of making drinks for his
customers. Startled, he ignored the sarcasm and promptly filled the man's
order, another first for Jack. I think he was kind of smitten by Jenny; and I
decided at that moment I would have to kill him. When he returned to my part
of the bar, however, he caught Jenny flashing me a big smile while the Giant
Guy had his head turned. Jack's face fell.

"Sir" he began ostentatiously, "I regret to inform you that your business is
no longer welcome here ... unless you can get HER to come in with you, of
course." He was so theatrical it made me chuckle in spite of myself.

"Well in that case, it has been a pleasure being served by you, my good man. I
shall always treasure my memories of this place, such as it is. I will say a
sad farewell and depart, then." I bowed.

"Hey! Don't give up so easily, Old Man. I thought maybe you might rise to the
challenge, even if you are a bit of a Geezer. Ya never know unless you try.
Stranger things have happened."

"Aww, I'm a charity case at best, where she's concerned, Jack, and if by some
strange circumstance I DID manage to gain her affection, I would not bring her
within TWO MILES of your lecherous countenance! You forget, also, that yon
leather clad fortress of the Maginot Line prevents any incursion into his
territory."

"Point taken" he said, disappointed. He took my mug and refilled it, then
returned with a shot of Jose Cuervo for himself. We drank together in morose
silence.

Just then there was a deep disturbance in The Force as Kenny the Human Planet
arose from his chair and headed for the restroom, numerous small objects
dragging in his wake as they were caught up in his gravitational pull. After
he went inside, Jenny got up and went to the jukebox, and soon an old slow
song, the Jeff Healey Band's 'Angel Eyes" began playing. Jenny turned and
walked right up to me. "You're dancing with me, Old Man." It was a statement,
not a question. Just a few of the bad things that could happen to me ran
through my head for a moment, but like the male spider who knows he'll be
eaten at the end of the mating dance, I was going for it.

"As you wish, my Queen." She moved me to the miniscule dance floor by the tiny
little-used bandstand and began leading, holding me up with her arms so that I
barely felt my feet touching the floor. Her strength and stamina were amazing!
She carried me around the floor like that for the entire duration of the song,
and as it ended and the last notes died away, she set my feet down and clasped
me against her, her bodacious breasts pressed hard against my chest. She then
kissed me, a long, romantic sort of kiss that electrified me and took my
breath away. She walked me back over to the bar and looked deeply into my
eyes.

"Thanks, Steve" she said softly, placing one hand lightly on my chest. She
looked as if she was about to kiss me again, but suddenly she broke our gaze
and turned to go back to her table. It was at that moment that I felt the bow
wave being pushed out in front of a huge moving object as it washed over me. I
knew what that meant, and turned to meet what I was sure would be a
devastating onslaught. His booming voice bellowed "What the FUCK do you think
you're doing with MY WOMAN?!" and he swung a massive right paw at me. He
telegraphed it so badly, however, that I was able to duck under it. When I
tried to launch a right cross in response, though, my unsteady legs betrayed
me, and I spun around without connecting. He fired a follow-up left that
crashed into my breast bone and knocked me to the floor, winded and coughing.
He added a kick to my mid-section which caused me to ball up to avoid more
punishment. I think it was only about a half-power blow, meant to be more
insult than injury, but it hurt like hell. With a flourish he pulled out the
biggest bowie knife I'd ever seen, more like a small sword, really. "I should
just GUT your ass" he said menacingly, as if he were really thinking about it.
I was beginning to think this might truly be my last night here on Earth.

Just then there was a "HEY!" from behind the bar and I saw Jack move past me,
his Louisville Slugger in hand. He swung at the massive target in front of us,
but a ten-pound ham of a left fist caught Jack's hand and stopped it cold, the
bat continuing over the Monolith's shoulder. He laid his right fist, still
holding the knife, into Jack's chin and laid him out cold there beside me. I
recovered a bit and tried to kick his knee from my position on my back, but it
barely connected and only served to draw his attention back to me. He lowered
the point of the knife to point it at me, fire in his eyes.

Suddenly a white and yellow blur flew in between us and obscured my view of
the giant wall of man. I saw the ham hand holding the knife, but my view of it
ended where the arm was trapped under Jenny's left armpit. She savagely
drilled his nose twice with the heel of her right hand, and then I saw her
magnificent legs tense mightily as they drove the ogre backward. He had to put
a leg back to resist her push, and opened his stance in the process, as she
had intended. She pointed the toes of her right foot and delivered a perfect
ballet kick, the top of her foot driving THROUGH the behemoth's balls and up
into his body. The kick seemed to lift him up off the floor, although I
suppose it was just his body recoiling away from the source of its
excruciating pain. A massive guttural grunt erupted from him, followed by
gagging sounds as if he was about to retch, his face contorted in pain. The
knife fell from his hand and clattered to the floor as he sank to his knees.
Jenny slid the knife back to me with her foot. "HA!" she laughed into his
face. " EVEN YOU BIG MOTHERFUCKERS HAVE WEAK SPOTS, DON'TCHA?!"

She stepped back, pulling the trapped arm with her, taking him to his hand and
knees, then she stepped up and locked her thighs around his head in a standing
reverse scissors and crossed her ankles. I was aghast to see his legs tense as
if he was attempting to lift her up, but she sensed it and twisted the trapped
arm over his back and fell to her right, taking his head with her, which
forced him to roll onto his left side. I saw her big, beautiful thighs flex
and expand on either side of Kenny's head while she simultaneously twisted his
arm grotesquely up behind his back in a combination arm and wrist lock. She
was no small woman, but I was still in awe that she was so strong she could
manipulate his massive body so easily. "MMMMRRRRRROWRRR!" he growled in
muffled agony as she crushed his head and strained the joints of his arm
almost to the point of tearing apart. She laughed again, tauntingly, and began
smacking his ass hard, adding humiliation to his pain, reminding him that she
owned him. She was crushing his head as she smothered him, she was making his
shoulder scream with pain, and now she was blasting lightning into his ass
with each blow, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop her. He
began flinching with each loud smack as she struck his ass hard enough to make
him feel agony through the pain of the torture of her other two holds. After
spanking him repeatedly for at least a minute, suddenly she stopped, leaving
his ass throbbing. Her expression became serious.

"NOW, SHUT UP!" she commanded as she eased up on both holds a little bit.
Kenny's face went from deep crimson to just red in color. "Now get this
straight: I have not been your girlfriend for OVER A YEAR. The only reason
I've kept you around at all was just for a FREAKIN' BOOTY CALL, and a damned
sorry one at that. We are DONE, do you hear? You leave me alone or I will
DESTROY YOUR ASS, is that clear?

"Fuck you!" he tried to exclaim, but it came out as more of a whimper. "I'll
kill you both ... ."There were tears in his eyes as he eked this out, and his
little attempt at bravado thus was failing miserably. Jenny, however, had no
pity for the big lummox, and took his words at face value.

"WRONG ANSWER, ASSHOLE!" she bellowed and immediately her legs flexed
massively around his neck while she contorted his arm beyond its human limits.
Kenny's face turned purple and suddenly there was a tearing sound from his
shoulder. "AIYEEEEEE!" he screamed in fear and agony. I'd say that he screamed
like a little girl, but that would do an injustice to little girls. As
horrifying and pathetic as it was, his scream mercifully didn't last long,
because she had him unconscious in seconds. Jenny released both holds and
disgustedly pushed the giant useless pile of flesh over onto his back with her
foot. She stood up, leaned over and spat in Kenny's unconscious face.

She picked me up like a rag doll and held me where I could see Jack, who was
still out, but breathing. His jaw was probably broken, from the way it looked.
Jenny confirmed that with her expert medical opinion. "We need to call 911 for
Jack" she said gravely, "and even with what I've done to him, Fuckwad there
will likely not be out long. As if on cue, Kenny stirred and groaned a little.
"We probably should go, just so I don't have to kill him." she said.

"I have an idea" I said, and went back into the kitchen, found a mop and
carried it back into the bar area. "Let's go." We went out the front double
doors and let them close; I took the mop handle and jammed it through the
upright handles of the doors as a makeshift barricade. Jenny had ridden with
the ox to the bar, so we walked around to the back where my old Jeep Wrangler
was parked, its top completely removed to take advantage of the Florida
weather. As we turned the corner of the building there was the BANG of a large
object hitting the front double doors from inside and finding them blocked.
"Come on!" I yelled, and we ran to the Jeep as we heard another loud bang from
the doors. Since I had removed the ragtop it was easy to hop into the seats. A
thought occurred to me, and on a hunch I pulled the Jeep up to within about
18" of the big metal door to the kitchen, which opened toward the outside.
Just as I did so, the door banged open against the bumper of the Jeep, and a
giant head and shoulders forced itself through the gap. When his midsection
became visible, I hit the gas slightly, pinning him in between the door and
the frame. He struggled mightily, but was, nevertheless, completely stuck.
Size was definitely not an advantage in such a situation.

Big Kenny launched an immediate torrent of booming profanity in our direction:
C words, F words, and MF words, as well as several death threats of the most
gruesome nature. Now that we had him pinned, however, I wasn't sure what to do
with him. "What do we do now?" I asked of Jenny.

"Ha! I know exactly what I'm gonna do!" She immediately stripped off her tank
top and bra, stood up and leaned forward over the Jeep's windshield so that
her breasts were dangling for the Man Mountain to see. They were real and they
were spectacular. "LISTEN, ASSHOLE" she bellowed, interrupting his tirade. He
seemed to be as mesmerized by her massive rack as much as I was. "TAKE A GOOD
LOOK AT THESE, BECAUSE THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU'RE EVER GONNA SEE 'EM!" She
grabbed on in each hand and brought them up, kissing one and then the other.
Kenny made a loud sort of wounded animal sound and rather unintelligibly
resumed hollering epithets, pounding on the hood of the Jeep with his one
uninjured hand.

Incensed and hot as hell, she turned to me with fire in her eyes and straddled
me in the seat on her knees. She kissed me deeply, agitating Kenny even more.
His screams of rage were no longer even in the form of words. The old
Wrangler's hood was really taking a beating from his frustration. Jenny wasn't
done, though: She rose up and planted her cleavage in my face, theatrically
beating my face back and forth with both boobs, making me forget where I was
for a second, because I was in Heaven. Kenny's face darkened even further with
rage, and he spewed forth even more profane-sounding venom, but it was
gradually becoming mixed with tears and crying.

Not satisfied, Jenny stood up and stepped over to her seat, then removed her
little white shorts, revealing her unbelievable body in all its glory. She
paused just a moment facing Kenny so he could take in the sight, then knelt on
her seat and turned to me. She yanked my shorts down over my knees and took my
stiffened member in hand. She leaned forward and stuck her tongue in my ear,
then whispered "Try not to come until I tell you to. You're gonna have to
concentrate on using the Jeep to keep him in place." I nodded.

She stepped over me, facing forward, grabbed the top of the steering wheel and
lowered herself onto me. I almost came the moment she enveloped me, it just
felt SO DAMN GOOD, but I did have to concentrate on maintaining pressure on
the gas pedal to prevent the Big Goober from escaping, so that greatly helped
me in controlling my arousal. She slowly, rhythmically moved up and down on my
shaft, a satisfied "Mmm" coming from deep within her with each stroke.

"Damn, baby, you're so freakin' BIG!" She moaned, as if she really meant it.
She must have been looking Kenny right in the eye the whole time she was
riding me, because I could catch brief glimpses of him whenever she was on the
down stroke, and he looked as if he was in agony, his face contorted with
emotions he couldn't begin to comprehend. He was an alpha male, ever the king
of his domain, but now he had been tortured and emasculated by a WOMAN and it
paralyzed him. He stared, frozen, completely silent while he was forced watch
HIS girl fucking another man in front of him while he was helpless to do
anything about it.

She rode me for what seemed like forever, and I was in ecstasy. I didn't have
any problem coming too soon, because I was in the zone: I had reached a
plateau of complete nirvana, and I never wanted it to end! I felt as if I
could last forever. Suddenly she paused and began shaking, a little cry
issuing from her throat as she shuddered and came. I knew by Kenny's reaction
she wasn't faking: he must have recognized her little orgasm fit, because he
burst out bawling like a little baby, his ego hammered into dust by knowing
that she was coming while riding another man. He closed his eyes tightly,
trying to keep out the scene before him. She savored her orgasm for almost a
minute, then climbed over and knelt sideways on her seat and went down on me
all in one motion. When I began moaning uncontrollably, Kenny must have
recognized that sound, too, because his eyes opened wide and his wounded
animal howling began all over again. He was crying uncontrollably, unable to
contain himself. He wasn't threatening or even angry anymore, he was so
totally traumatized. The humongous, arrogant, strongman bully had been
completely destroyed and reduced to a puddle of quivering emotional goo.

She took me out of her mouth just long enough to say "Come whenever you're
ready, baby." I couldn't do it immediately, however, because as I said I was
in a zone, and this little grudge fuck would likely be my only chance with
Jenny, so I wanted it to last as long as possible. Eventually she looked
impatiently into my eyes, silently commanding me, and then began pumping me
furiously with both hands. In seconds I came harder than I ever had. I cried
out so loudly it seemed to rattle the sides of the Jeep, and I lost all
control of myself, my whole body shaking as I emptied myself of every bit of
my essence. Jenny contained it all with little effort, milking out every last
drop. In one last spasm my legs stiffened, the right one driving itself into
the gas pedal. The Jeep lurched forward and there was the sound of groaning
metal as the bar's back door bent around its giant human impediment.

"AAAAAK!" cried Kenny as the air was forced out of him. He gasped and gasped
for air, but I hardly noticed, my body shaking with the biggest orgasm of my
life. When I had spewed my last and my senses returned, I finally noticed that
Kenny's head was lolling lifelessly to the side. Fuck! I was terrified that I
had killed him, but Jenny was much cooler headed: She removed my member from
her mouth without spilling a drop, and without saying anything she jumped down
from the Jeep and went forward to where Kenny's body was still pinned. She
motioned for me to back the Jeep out, and I did so. Kenny collapsed to the
ground, lifeless. She rolled him on his back and put her head to his chest and
listened for a moment, then looked at me and gave me a thumb's up. Whew! What
a relief that was!

I became concerned, however, when Jenny put her hand under Kenny's neck and
lifted his head back as if she was about to give him artificial respiration,
Instead, she pulled his jaws apart and opened her lips slightly, allowing a
long stream of my cum to dribble into his open mouth. When she'd finished, she
moved around and knelt over his face, grinding her sex onto it, mercilessly
thrusting her hips forward and back and up and down, until finally she paused
and shuddered once again, violently, roaring like a lioness. When finally she
got up and walked away from him, in the glow of the headlights I could see the
sheen of her juices coating his face. He would eventually awaken to strange
tastes and smells, some familiar and some very foreign to him.

There's not much more to tell: We went down the street and called 911, then
came back when the troops arrived. Jack had roused some by the time they
transported him to the hospital, but Kenny stayed out and did not regain
consciousness until just after being wheeled into the ER, when awoke crying,
then for some reason began gagging. Kenny was well known to the police as a
bully and troublemaker, while Jenny was actually a minor legend in the
Department for the way she had handled a couple of would be purse snatchers a
few months earlier, so the officers at the scene had no trouble believing our
somewhat sanitized account of what happened. We were released pending an
investigation and I drove Jenny home. When we arrived, she planted another
breathtaking kiss on me. As she got out of the Jeep she said casually, "Hey,
Old Man, are you free Tuesday night? A slot just opened up in my schedule ...
."

Well, what do you THINK I said???