Chapter 52

I turned around and faced Susan. She looked beautiful and the missing pieces started to fill in. Her nipples tingled against my body as I pulled her tight. My lips knew the difference between the sisters and sent a message to my heart. My soapy cock pulsed between us while our lips and tongues bypassed all the sad events of the holiday weekend.

Susan bent forward to shut off the water but remained there with her hands on the faucets. Her tiny butt smiled at me with suds slowly drooling down to her thighs. My fingers slipped between her cheeks and poked at the brown circle at the center. I let my index finger trace the rim of her puckered hole. Susan sighed softly when I let the tip dip into the hot flesh. She bent her left leg and raised her foot to the edge of the tub.

Her hand bumped into mine as we shared the slit between her legs. My finger slipped inside her body as hers tossed her swollen nub. Her panting increased as our hands switched places, and I roughly flicked her sensitive clit. My other hand gently massaged her pussy mound, stomach, and soapy tits. I pinched hard at her slippery tit top, but the harder I tried to squeeze it, the more it squirted out of my grasp.

A shiver ran up Susan’s legs, trembles quaked in her gut, and a groan passed her lips as my fingers finally captured a nipple. I squeezed it hard. “Oh, fuck me Joe, fuck me.”

The guttural pleas surprised and excited me. My rock-hard dick pushed against Susan’s pussy hole as her thin fingers guided it. Before I could gently work my bulbous head through the resistance, Susan shoved her ass back, forcing the full length of my dick inside her smoldering body. She snapped upright and screamed with a powerful orgasm. My dick popped out of her body with a gush of hot juices. I placed my hand between her dripping lips and smeared her fluid against her convulsing pussy.

After her ecstasy subsided, Susan took my wrist and raised my hand to her mouth and sucked my fingers. Her tongue rejected the mix of suds and female cum. She spit. “Don’t stop, finish fucking me.” Susan pushed her ass back and lifted her leg again.

What happened to, we don’t fuck, we make love, I wondered? My heart’s questions would have to wait because my head just wanted to finish what was started. I shoved my cock back into Susan’s body. I was totally indifferent toward whose hole I was ramming my dick into, I just wanted to feel my balls let loose and spray their cum. Susan put one foot outside the tub and spread her legs further. With her hands on the hot and cold knobs, she forced her ass backward in time with my forward thrusts.

Jeremy’s huge cock hadn’t taken anything away from Susan’s tight body. Her pussy grabbed at my engorged flesh and made demands on my nuts. I knew the forceful pounding against her body was going to make me get off quickly, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to finish. I wanted my needs met. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh, Joe, mmm, keep going. Don’t pull out, I wanna feel your cum in me. Please.” Susan pushed back against me.

“Are you crazy? You want to end up like your mother?” I hadn’t even considered the potential implications of my words, but I knew what my point was.

“Then put it in my ass. I want to feel someone cum in me.” Susan’s needy voice was that of a spoiled child ready to cry but also screamed for help.

The suction on my head as I extracted it was almost enough to send my load rushing up my dick. I quickly poked the head against Susan’s tiny asshole. She pulled her cheeks apart, and I thrust. My cock tried to bend, then all at once broke through the tight ring. It closed down tight on my shaft, trying to keep me from going deeper.

Three times I shoved forward, each time going a little deeper. The fourth thrust sent a flood of sperm racing through my cock. My hips inadvertently jerked forward, forcing my squirting dick even deeper. Stream after stream of cream flowed into her bowels.

I didn’t care to speak as my slumping flesh spilled from Susan’s stretched ass. When I stood her up, tears were in her eyes. I knew if I felt bad about the loveless act of dumping my sperm inside her ass, she must have felt like a piece of shit. I held my words and my tears and turned on the water. We silently washed off the evidence of our actions, but I knew there was no way we could wash long enough to rid ourselves of the feelings.

I tried to help Susan wash, but she resisted my touch like I was a stranger. I stepped out of the shower and started drying off. Susan continued washing her already clean body while she sobbed quietly. I wanted to help her, but her reaction in the shower left me wondering how I could do anything? I patiently waited for her as the room filled with dense steam.

When Susan’s towel-wrapped body led the way down the hall to my bedroom, it seemed grown-up. Two lovers covered only in towels after sharing a shower like you’d see in a movie. Shouldn’t I feel grown up and in love?

Susan dried her hair with the large terry cloth towel that had been covering her body. I stood silently clutching my towel in front of my chest. I felt modest as it draped my middle section. Susan was as gorgeous as any girl I had ever seen. Her breasts had grown so much over the last six months. They now had a swollen base to support the large red nipple sacks. I imagined one day her large tits would be crowned with big dark circles, the size of her current red caps. Her straight legs and mildly curved hips would soon scream sexy like Jesselyn’s. And, her blond pubic hair would turn to a wonderful strawberry color. Will she be a distant, confused young woman who has sex with her family members while staring blankly into space? I felt sad because I figured I knew the answer to my own questions.