Chapter 4
Susan began drawing away from her family. Gone was the happy woman, the happy wife and mother. In her place was a morose, confused and very bewildered Susan Stone.
She continued to take care of the house and what little needs her husband and children required of her, but she seldom had anything to say to them. When they spoke to her, she would reply, politely, almost coolly. Susan knew they were watching her, felt their eyes on her when she was in the same room with them.
Raymond, at first, attempted to draw her out, tried to find out what was wrong with her. But Susan gave him no satisfactory answers. In turn, Susan watched them closely, always from some concealment. She did not want them to know of her presence. But the more she watched them, the more confused she became. She heard their conversations at times, and the things they said added to her bewilderment. Susan felt her family was falling apart, felt that she was not wanted any longer by them, not needed.
Tracy and Paul were self-sufficient at their ages, prepared their own breakfasts, took care of their own clothing and rooms. Raymond, well, Raymond had Ann, his secretary. They ate what Susan prepared in the evenings, never complaining. Still, Susan felt as if she were a stranger in her own home.
The children never came to her with their problems as they had when younger. They now discussed their problems among themselves, or talked to their father. Of course, they didn't seem to have many problems, not like most teenagers, but Susan longed for them to come to her.
Susan could not get it out of her mind the things she had seen and heard that day between Tracy and Paul. She wondered how long it had been going on. From what little information she had gleaned, it had been happening for a long time. No wonder, she thought, they didn't date, seldom saw other boys and girls their age. They were too involved with each other.
A week or so after discovering Tracy and Paul in the family room, Susan again had to shop. She left a note for the children and drove away. After she had finished shopping, she returned home, put her groceries away, and stood at the window of the kitchen, watching Tracy and Paul splashing about in the small pool. Strange, she thought, she had never really noticed what a revealing bikini Tracy wore. It was a red bikini, bright red. The halter was tiny, hardly cupping Tracy's sweet, shapely tits. The bottom was even smaller yet. Susan noticed the front was a tiny triangle of cloth, just enough to cover the mound of her twat. But the rear of it was something else again. Both of Tracy's asscheeks were entirely exposed. There was a thin strip of cloth running between those swelling cheeks to her hips, and that was all.
Paul's suit was tight, emphasizing the lump of his cock and balls.
She stood watching them, seeing the way Paul would playfully grab at his sister's tits or exposed ass. Tracy would squeal in pretended anger and grab a handful of his crotch. They raced about the pool, then on the green, lush lawn. They wrestled and screamed, enjoying themselves the way any vibrant, energetic teenagers would. The only exception was they would feel each other up more often.
For some reason, Paul had built a small hut near the pool, a hut he called a "changing room." It was large enough for two people to change into swimming suits, but not much larger. Susan saw her children dart into it. On an impulse, she left the house and slipped quietly up to the hut. There was a board there with the knothole knocked out, she knew.
Peering into the small hut, she watched as Paul fondled his sister's tits, cupping and squeezing them, then caressing Tracy's creamy, smooth asscheeks. Tracy, in turn, was cupping and squeezing his growing cock.
As she watched, Paul released his sister's tits from the confines of her halter. He pulled and twisted lightly at her dark pink nipples, making Tracy coo with delight. His other hand gripped one firm cheek of her ass.
Tracy managed to peel down her brother's trunks. Paul's cock leaped upward, strong and hard, swollen beautifully. As Susan peered through the hole, she watched her daughter wrap her hand about his prick and begin to jack on it. Paul, with shaking fingers, pulled the strings of his sister's bikini bottom and it fell to the floor.
"Finger-fuck me, Paul," Tracy said in a thick, passion-filled voice. "Finger-fuck my cunt! "
Susan's legs again felt rubbery. Hearing her teenage daughter urge her brother to finger-fuck her sent Susan's heart racing with excitement. She felt her tits swell, her nipples becoming rigid. There was again that deep, pleasant pulsation in her cunt.
She watched as her daughter sat down on the seat and lean against the wall, her long, slender legs wide apart, her pussy revealed to her brother. Paul dropped to his knees and began to thrust his middle finger in and out of Tracy's pussy, the thumb of his other hand agitating her sweet, swollen clit. Tracy writhed her little ass on the seat, moaning and cooing with delight. She gripped her tits in both hands, urging Paul to finger her.
"Stab faster, Paul!" she urged. "Stab my cunt faster! Ohhhhh, fuck me with your finger, Paul, fuck my pussy good! Ahhh, I love it, love it! I love it when you finger-fuck my twat, Paul!"
Susan could see everything clearly, see the way Paul's finger thrust in and out of that sweet cunt, watch the way those moist pussy-lips clung to his fingers. It made Susan's pussy throb in delicious ecstasy.
"Ooooo, Paul, Paul!" Tracy gurgled, her ass writhing in passion. "I'm gonna come! Oh, I'm gonna come! Deeper, Paul! Faster ... harder! Oohhhh, I'm almost there! Fuck me, Paul! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my pussy! Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!"
Susan saw Tracy's lovely body shudder, then she stiffened, squealing loudly as she came. Finally, Tracy slumped in exhaustion, a smile of happiness on her lovely face.
Then Paul stood up, his cock arching out strongly.
"My turn, Tracy," he said, offering his cock to his sister. "Jack me off, Tracy."
"Oh, yes!" Tracy said, grabbing her brother's prick in a tight fist. "You're so big now, Paul. I love it when your cock is big and hard."
Susan watched as Tracy began to pump on her brother's prick. Tracy cradled his balls in her other hand as she jacked him. Her fist moved back and forth slowly at first, then faster.
"I can feel your cock throb, Paul," she said, grinning up at her brother. "I can feel it in my hand."
"Jack me off!" he urged in a thick voice. "I got hot as hell finger-fucking you, Tracy! Jack me off ... make me come!"
Susan's eyes gazed at her son's cock, the cock her daughter was beating furiously. She pressed a fist between her thighs, pressing it hard against her pulsating cunt. She felt she would come just by watching her children fuck.
"I'm going to!" Paul grunted, arching his hips forward into his sister's jerking fist. "I'm going to come!"
"Do it, Paul!" Tracy giggled hoarsely. "Do it! Come, Paul! Come, come, come!"
Susan saw his cock spurt, sending cum flying forward. Drops of it landed on Tracy's tits, covering them with jism. Tracy continued pumping vigorously, her eyes glazed as she stared at the flaring piss-hole of her brother's cock blasting cum against her body. Tracy, moaning with pleasure, used her other hand to smear his jism all over her pretty tits.
After Paul finished coming, Tracy caressed his cock and balls tenderly, lovingly.
"I wonder what's wrong with Mom," Tracy said. "She's acting funny lately."
"I've noticed," Paul replied.
"You don't think she's sick, do you?" Tracy asked, squeezing her brother's balls gently. "Sometimes when she doesn't feel well, she won't tell anyone."
"I don't think she's sick," Paul replied, sitting on the floor and leaning back. "I think she found out Dad is fucking his secretary. I think that bothers her."
"Why should it bother her?"
"Some women get jealous, you know."
"Not Mom," Tracy replied. "She wouldn't be jealous over that. She's too smart."
"I don't know about that," Paul said.
Tracy giggled. "Why don't you let her play with your cock, Paul. Maybe that's what she needs ... a good hard cock up her cunt."
Susan turned and left as quietly as she could. Her pussy was twitching crazily, and she was afraid her heavy breathing would be heard by her children. As she entered the house, she took her purse and the keys to her car.
On the highway, she thought of many things. She knew she was not jealous of Ann. She didn't care about Raymond fucking his secretary. Raymond loved sex, just as she did. It seemed, too, that her children loved sex just as much as she and Raymond did. Sex, to Susan, was something totally separated from love. Sex could be performed anywhere, with anyone. Love was an emotion of need, too, but of a different need. A physical need such as sex could be denied for a long time, although it was not healthy. An emotional need was something a person required for mental stability.
Why she could not get over this feeling of not being needed by her family, she could not understand. There was no real need to feel that way, she knew, yet she could not help it.
Susan drove all the way to the next town, and before she knew it, she had pulled into the same motel she had stopped at before. The young man was working in the shrubbery again. Susan paid with a check for a room, then parked the car. She entered the room, wondering why she was there. She sprawled on the bed and thought, but there were no answers.
It was dark when Susan realized she had not brought so much as a toothbrush with her. She sat up, turning on the light, and then searched her purse. She had about forty dollars. She went out and drove to a small drugstore, where she purchased a toothbrush and paste. She thought of finding a store to buy panties, but decided she could go without panties for a day, at least.
She had left home that afternoon wearing a summer frock, a pair of panties and nothing else except her sandals. She really didn't need anything else at the moment. She did buy a brush and comb for her hair, however. What little makeup she wore was inside her purse.
She drove back to the motel, and it was after eight in the evening when she arrived. She parked and entered the room. She undressed and showered, her thoughts tumbling in confusion through her mind. She wondered what Raymond and the children would think when she was not there to prepare their dinner. Would they wonder where she was? Would they even care? She didn't think they would.
Naked, she lay back on the bed.
At nine o'clock, there was a soft knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she called.
"Lover boy."
Susan recognized the voice of the young man. She got up and, wrapping a huge towel around her naked body, opened the door. "What do you want?" she asked.
"I saw you check in," the smirking boy said. "I thought you wanted more of the same."
Susan thought about that. Then, with a wide grin, she opened the door. "Come in."
The muscular boy entered the room, going straight to the bed, and he began taking off his shoes. Susan leaned against the door, watching him. "You don't waste any time, do you?" she said.
"Hell, lady," he snorted. "Why fuck around? You know why you came back, and so do I. Come on, drop the towel and get in bed."
For a moment, anger flared in Susan. "Real macho, aren't you?"
"Do you want to fuck or not, lady?"
"You could be a little more considerate, you know."
"Fuck that shit," the man smirked. "Consideration has nothing to do with it. Either you've got a hot cunt or you don't. That's all there is to it. Either you want to get fucked or you don't. Make up your mind, lady. There's a nice little piece down the way if you don't want my cock."
Susan let the towel drop from her body. Nakedly, she went to the bed, sitting down on it as the boy lay back. His cock was stirring, starting to get hard. She took it in her hand and began to stroke it, her other hand on his balls.
"You know what I'd like, lady?" the boy said, his hands behind his head. "I'd like a nice, hot blow-job."
"Do you always get what you want?" Susan asked, irritated by his demanding manner.
"Most of the time," he said. "Hell, what one cunt won't do for me, another one will. Now, the little cunt down the way, she's a real good cock-sucker. She can suck my cock until it draws my asshole up."
"Why don't you go there, then?"
"I thought I'd find out if you were a good cock-sucker," he said. "I know you're a good fuck. Let's see how good you are sucking a cock."
Susan pumped on his hard prick, looking at it. She wouldn't mind sucking him off at all. She had always loved sucking cock, and she had certainly loved sucking that teenage kid off she had picked up so long ago. She had always thoroughly enjoyed sucking off Raymond's cock, too. But it didn't seem as if he wanted her any more. Maybe, she thought as she jerked this boy's cock, Ann sucked his cock better than she. Maybe she had a special way that Raymond preferred.
She leaned over the boy's prick, her face close to it. She rubbed the dripping head across her lips. Then, she felt the boy's hand on the back of her head. Suddenly, he pressed down as he arched his hips up. The thick cock stabbed into her mouth, going deep into her throat. Susan choked, and her breath was cut off. She struggled to raise her mouth off his cock, but he held her tightly.
"Suck me, bitch!" he growled at her. "Suck my fucking cock off! You goddamn cunts, coming around, wanting cock all the time. But think you're too fucking good to suck a working man's cock off! Suck me, goddamn you, suck my cock!"
Susan fought, trying to pull away, but he was far stronger than her. Hardly able to breathe, she began to suck him as best she could. Maybe she could make him come quickly and get it over with.
"That's better," the boy said, relaxing his grip on her head. "That's the way, cock-sucker! You just suck that big prick of mine, and we'll get along fine."
Susan sucked him, gliding her lips up and down his throbbing prick, her tongue swirling. His cock was thick, stretching her lips painfully. There was not much room inside her mouth to lick, but she did the best she could.
"Okay, bitch, that's enough for now," the boy said, pushing her away. "I'm not ready to come yet."
Susan looked at him. She was not really afraid, but she didn't like this dominating manner he had. She liked her sex mutually agreeable, each taking enjoyment from the other. This was almost degrading, she felt. She lay back and the boy began to fondle her firm tits, pulling her nipples painfully. Susan winced, but did not cry out. When he began to pinch her pussy, bruising her tender cunt-lips and punishing her clit, she clenched her teeth to keep from crying out.
Maybe this was the effect she had on people, she thought. Maybe people didn't care enough about her to be tender and gentle. No one wanted her, especially her own family, she thought.
Maybe this is all I'm good for, this humiliation, this degradation. Maybe I'm just a gutter-slut, not good for anything else. Maybe I deserve what I get.
She yelped in pain as the boy pinched her clit brutally. Then he laughed when she cried out.
"You like that, cunt?" he asked, pulling the hairy lips of her pussy wide apart. "You like a little pain, don't you? You fucking cunts are all the same. Pretend to be such uppity, high society broads, but when it comes down to the wire, you really like being treated like shit."
Susan didn't answer. She simply lay there and let the boy do whatever he wanted with her. She could feel him digging into her cunt harshly, not caring if he hurt her. She felt him spread her thighs wide, then watched him drop his face to her pussy. His teeth nipped her clit, then bit at her puffy, sensitive cunt-lips. Again Susan cried out, softly, with pain. It was not at all exciting to her. It hurt, and she could feel no arousal, no passion.
"Turn over, cunt!" the boy demanded. "Turn over on your stomach."
Susan felt his hands turning her, then she was on her belly. She cradled her head in her arms as the boy began manipulating her asscheeks, his fingers digging into her creamy ass brutally.
"You've got one fine ass, lady," he said. "It's one pretty ass."
She felt him pull her asscheeks apart. Then his finger was rubbing at her tight asshole. Susan squirmed to get away. "No, don't!" she said. "Don't touch me there!"
"Why not, bitch?" he growled. "It's just another hole to fuck, that's all."
"No! I've never had it there," she protested, trying to turn from him. "I've never been fucked in the ass before! Fuck me, but in my pussy!"
"Shit," the boy snorted, pressing a finger against the constriction of her asshole. "There isn't any woman alive that's never had it up the ass. Don't try to con me, lady. With an ass as pretty as yours, you've had a cock up there often enough."
"No! It's the truth! I've never been fucked in the ass before! Please, believe me! I don't want that ... fuck my cunt, please!"
"I'd rather have this ass," he said firmly.
Susan felt his finger slip into her asshole, and she stifled a scream. She wiggled about, trying to dislodge his finger, but her movements served only to help him.
Then she felt him move on top of her, still holding her asscheeks wide apart. She felt the rubbery head of his cock against the tight hole there, and she braced herself for the burning pain she knew would soon come. She felt him press down against her, felt her asshole resisting the penetration.
Then he was inside her asshole.
Susan, with tears burning her eyes, clenched her teeth as fiery pain filled her. She felt as if she were being torn apart, that her asshole would be injured beyond repair.
The boy began pumping now, driving his cock in and out of her stretched asshole, fucking her vigorously, snorting and breathing hard. She felt the wiry hairs of his cock brush the sensitive cheeks of her ass, felt his balls banging down against her cunt. For a little while longer, the burning pain stayed with her, and she was reminded how it felt when Raymond fucked her that first time, many years ago. Now, she was no longer a virgin in any of her holes.
The pain began to leave, and she was surprised to find some pleasure in being fucked up her ass. It did not feel as good as in her pussy, but at least there was no more pain. She began to respond a bit to him, working her ass up to meet his thrusts. She shoved one hand underneath her body and began to agitate her clit, and this made it feel better for her.
"That's it, lady," the boy snorted. "Wiggle that ass for me! I told you, didn't I? You love it up this sweet, tight ass! Don't tell me you've never had a cock in this tight asshole before! You love it, baby!"
"Shut up!" Susan snapped, thrusting her ass up and down as she twisted at her clit with her fingers. "Just shut the fuck up, will you?"
The boy laughed, stabbing his cock vigorously into her stretched asshole. He was fucking her harshly now, swiftly and brutally. Susan tweaked and pinched at her clit, and it helped to make this better for her.
It seemed to Susan that his cock became larger than ever up her asshole. She could feel it throb, even. It stretched her asshole wide, and she was certain his cock went all the way into her stomach. She felt his groin battering her smooth asscheeks, and hoped she would not be bruised. Lifting her ass up a bit, she eased some of his weight from her body. But the position enabled the boy to fuck deeper yet into her ass.
"Good! Damn, lady, you've got a good, hot ass!" the boy snorted loudly. "A damn fine ass! This is some good fucking, baby!"
"Shut up!" Susan snapped again. "Why don't you just shut the fuck up and get it over with!"
He laughed again, and began fucking into her in a frenzy. He pulled her hips upward until she had her knees under her belly, her naked ass more vulnerable to his stabbing cock. She felt him dig his fingers into her hips as he banged in and out. She squeezed her clit between her thumb and finger, and with that pleasure, it eased what lingering pain she felt in her asshole.
"Oh, tight!" the boy yelped. "Tight ass, lady! You've got one tight asshole! Oh, shit, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come in this hot ass, baby! I'm gonna fill this tight asshole with my cum!"
Susan felt his cock swell even more inside her asshole, then it throbbed, jerking, spewing cum up her ass. She thought she could feel him coming in her, feel his jism splatter inside her. It was crazy, she knew, but she was sure she could feel it. She waved her naked ass about, agitating her clit wildly, but she couldn't make herself come.
She felt the boy pull away, felt his cock pull free of her asshole, and she slumped to the bed. There were tears in her eyes again, but this time they were tears of frustration. She had wanted to come, too, and failed.
She did not know when the boy left her.
She lay on the bed, naked, bruised, feeling degraded and humiliated. It had not been good for her, had not been enjoyable at all. It was the first time in her life she had not enjoyed sex.
Again, she thought she was good for nothing but being used, abused. Her husband didn't want her any more--he had his secretary. Her two teenage children had no further need of her--they had grown up. She felt useless, abandoned, thrown away. She sobbed most of the night away, wondering what had happened, where had she gone wrong. She wondered why no one wanted her any longer. She knew she was still beautiful, still had a fantastic body, still loved sex. So why had she been thrown away like some rag doll? It didn't make sense to her.
She had no meaning to her life now, she felt.