Long Day's Journey into Susan Pt. 04

"It's never too late to start over.
We're gonna find a little heaven on Earth.
I don't care what it is that you did
When you lived in Ft. Worth."
-Cornell Hurd Band. "I Don't Care What It Is That You Did When You Lived In Ft. Worth"

Troy continued his talk with Chad a few feet and another universe away from Julie's tongue flicking my clit. I grabbed the head of the only person in the world and hissed through my teeth for her to keep licking my cunt, oblivious to my abusive ex-boyfriend slowly stroking his dick while he helplessly watched us.

"Good job, Chad," Troy said, sitting on the armrest. "Keep watching and stroking and listening to my voice, knowing that you won't be able to cum, but unable to stop yourself from trying. Not too fast, though. You're going to have a long time to be frustrated."

Julie slipped a finger into my dripping hole, never letting up her assault on my clit. That voice from somewhere else that wasn't Julie and didn't matter said "Julie, hon, turn this way, let Chad see your pussy."

When she shifted her weight, I tried to move with her. She stopped licking for a moment and spoke to me. "Stay where you are, Susan. We want Chad to see the look on your face." Who? Didn't matter. She was my universe and this is what she wanted.

In that other universe, Troy put my soaking panties up to Chad's nose, careful not to obstruct his view of Julie's cunt. "Take a good whiff, Chad. Smell how wet she is. And get a good look at my girlfriend's pussy. Wouldn't you love to just climb up there and see how far in that little prick of yours can go? She's an unbelievable fuck, Chad; so hot and tight and wet. Here." He walked over to us and cupped her dripping slit with his hand.

Julie moaned into my cunt and rubbed back against him. When it was covered with her wetness, he went back to Chad and held his forefinger up to his mouth. "You never went down on Susan, did you, Chad?" Chad shook his head no and continued stroking. "Go ahead and give my finger a lick. I taste her every day; I know how good she tastes."

Chad stuck his tongue out and pressed it up to Troy's finger like a kid being dared to lick a frozen pole. He tried to get his mouth around Troy's finger and suck more from it, but Troy pulled it away. "Ok, that's enough. I'm not into that kind of thing, and that's all you get." He stuck another finger in his mouth like Chad had wanted to do before continuing.

"I can tell you that Susan's pussy tastes just as good as hers. In fact, I HAVE to tell you, because you're never going to get the chance to taste it again. And you're never going to give her that look on her face or hear her talk to you like this."

Back in my universe, my pussy was clenching around Julie's fingers and I bucked harder. "Oh, fuck yes, Julie! Unngh...Eat my fucking pussy! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum...AAAAAHHHHH!!" I felt myself squirt onto her face. She smiled and began trailing wet, sticky kisses back up my body until I was tasting myself on her tongue and face, her fingers continuing to tease the rest of the orgasm out of me.

"Come back to us, Susan," Julie whispered to me, as behind her, the world returned. I was in my bedroom, the cloud we'd been floating through space on was my bed. Chad was sitting in his recliner, playing with himself with a look of lust, rage, and fear in his eyes. Troy was the only person in the room who wasn't naked. He took off his shirt and turned back to Chad.

"Hot shit, huh?" Chad nodded. "But, ya know, they say girls know best how to please girls. So, congratulations on finding the one stripper that didn't, Chad. But enough of the fun-to-watch portion of the program; I think now it's time you saw the kind of fucking I'm going to be giving Susan from now on. If that's ok with you, look pissed off and stroke faster." Troy removed his pants and I saw them both naked next to each other. "I'm not one to brag about my dick, Chad, but...damn, like a Before and After picture, right ladies?"

I laughed, Julie laughed, Troy laughed; Chad continued his frustrated stroking; now growling a little. He was helpless. Helpless like...like how he always made me feel, dammit! God, that was so fun! I gave Julie another thank you kiss before she sat up and slid off the bed.

"I think Julie's going to want a word with you now, Chad. Any special instructions, hon," he said as he turned to us.

She picked up an empty beer bottle from beside the bed and toyed with it; wrapping her fingers around the neck and slowly stroking. "Hmm...yes. Go deeper and remember to make her cum three times before you do."

"Ooh, thank you, Mistress." He said as he walked to the bed and she walked toward Chad, still holding the bottle; her and Troy doing a tag-team high five as they passed each other.

"And remember, Love, multiples still only count as one," Julie said as she set the bottle on the ground and took his place leaning over Chad's chair, those glorious tits at his eye level; and Troy sat next to me. "Hello, Chad," she said, reaching out and lifting his chin up to look him in the eye. "Mind if I sit with you while the man I love fucks the shit out of the woman you were too stupid to appreciate? Don't answer that."

Troy turned to face me. "Susan, dear, would you like to go back to where you and Julie were with me?" As happened so often now with Troy, I couldn't say "yes" fast enough, and had to moan the word into his mouth as I sat up and kissed him. "Then just relax and let everything that doesn't matter fall away." I slid my hands around to the back of his neck and his waist and pulled him down on top of me onto the space cloud, my legs spreading by themselves for him. The hand on his waist slid down to take hold of his cock and guide it into me.

"Ok, Chad," Julie said, plopping down on an armrest. "That thing she's doing right there is called 'being aroused.' Girls like this. It can be achieved via something called foreplay, which...you know what, I'll see if we've got some pamphlets. Let's watch!"

"Oh God, YES! Give me that giant fucking cock!" I shouted as Troy thrust deep inside me. "Never, no one ever! Fuck me harder! Deeper than Chad ever could!"

Julie looked over at Chad, still jerking himself, angry and sweating. "Wow, I had something to say here, but I think I'm gonna let that one stand on its own."

My feet dug into Troy's back as my pussy clenched around his cock. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Troy! Make my fucking pussy cum!" My nails followed my feet's lead and scratched down his back as I came. I heard later that I made the windows vibrate. Troy gave me a moment to rest, then rolled off of me. I crawled over and cleaned his cock with my tongue before he whispered to me to get on all fours. He also wanted me to face a certain way, but I couldn't see anything that direction. All I could do was feel his cock entering me again from behind.

"That girl makes some terrific fuck faces, don't you think, Chad," Julie asked. He reluctantly nodded. "Course, she's got a lot of help...well, you saw his cock. I get to ride that thing every night, and so will she. That's what she's going to be doing and feeling while you're doing...whatever Troy has planned. Excuse me a moment." Julie walked over to the bed.

"Troy, hon, I want you to be where Susan is with her. Nothing exists but her, nothing matters but making Susan cum. You'll cum with her third orgasm and gently awaken and bring her back while holding her after. Go deeper and understand."

"Ooh...thank you Mistress...Ungh, yeah...fuck, Susan!"

Troy was now as lost in me as I was in him. I shoved back into him harder, his rod pistoning inside me. Julie went back to the chair and sat astride Chad, her legs spread and her pussy teasing inches from Chad's reddening dick. If he'd been able to thrust out of his seat, he would have been able to reach her honey pot, but she moved no closer. Chad took a deep breath, smelling her pussy and hoping that would be enough to bring him off, but it failed. Julie grabbed his head and pulled it so that he was looking her in the eye again, still stroking.

"I did that because I wanted to have a little word with you on my own, Chad. You see, Troy was right when he said you deserved SO many things. And me, I'd be happy to give them to you. See, no man has ever done to me what you've put her through; no man is CAPABLE of doing that to me, but I've had friends who've needed helping like Susan does... or did... and I've seen what pieces of shit like you have done to them. So I take things like this quite seriously, and I have a LOT of ideas for how to deal with you.

"Would you like to be unable to get an erection ever again? Become a crazy homeless person wandering the streets, unable to even remember your name? Seek out relationships where a bigger, stronger woman abuses you for a change? Strung out on crack and sucking cocks for drug money? Walk backwards and bent over into a fetish club and beg every man there to fuck you up the ass?

"Or we could just leave you right here, unable to leave this chair, jerking your tiny pecker til you die. I'd leave you a couple bottles of water so you'll die of hunger instead of thirst; slower and more painful that way. Your last meal would be that plain kid's burger."

Back in my Universe, I was catching my breath from my second orgasm. Troy lay back on the bed, his cock pointing straight up. He took hold of me and pulled me onto him this time.

"I need to make you cum again, Susan, my dear. More. Need more."

I could see the need in his eyes. It was a look I hadn't seen from a man before. He'd seemed in charge and in control of himself constantly since I'd met him and now he needed ME. He needed Susan. My fires ignited at once.

"My pussy is yours, My Love," I said as I straddled him. "Fuck me, Troy. Make me cum again!"

Julie had paused from her speech to Chad to watch. Somewhere outside the universe ...was that applause? I brushed the thought aside as we found our rhythm. Julie turned back to Chad.

"But I won't do any of that, Chad. I won't utterly destroy you like you deserve. And do you know why? Because that man there, the man I love? The man who's making your ex-girlfriend scream louder with his cock than you ever could with your fists? The man who makes ME scream like that every night? That man is a FUCKING SWEETHEART and he'd feel bad about it forever! And I'm going to BE with him forever and we don't need your ghost haunting him.

"So, when they're done and he has another talk with you, I want you to understand: You will be receiving mercy compared to what I would choose to do to you. And if any thoughts of revenge or taking Susan back enter your skull, I want you to remember..." She grabbed the empty bottle and smashed it, then cupped his balls with her left hand and looked him in the eye as she brought the broken glass carefully up near them, Chad still unable to stop stroking. She stopped short of making contact with it, just getting close enough to make him aware of where she was holding it. "If I ever have to speak to you again, the conversation won't be nearly this pleasant."

In my universe, Troy's hands took hold of my tits as I slammed down again on his cock. This fuck had been worth waiting all day for, and I wanted him to enjoy it as much as me.

"Shit, yes," I cried out. "I wanna make you cum, Troy. Cum for me!" His hands ran down to my hips and grabbed hold of my ass, slamming me into him harder.

"Can't...ngh...cum...til...Susan cums!" Hearing that just sent a shock up my spine. I wasn't sure how I could possibly pick up the pace, but found it within myself. I wanted him to cum, and if he couldn't til I did, that meant I had to cum for him.

My hand reached down and stroked my clit as I bounced on him. The cloud was...creaking? Do clouds creak?

"Oh, God! I love you, Troy! My cunt loves your cock!"

"Ungh...yeah...I love you, Julie!"

Huh? Julie? If it had been anyone else fucking me, if he'd called out any other name, if I wasn't so close to the edge of orgasm, I might have been insulted at another woman's name being called out. I might've gotten upset and ended things right there. I did it all the time with...Who Cares?

But it was Troy, calling out Julie's name. And if there was one thing I'd learned one thing I'd learned in the past two days, it was that Troy loves Julie and Julie loves Troy, and...and...

"YES! SUSAN... DESERVES TO BE LOVED... LIKE JULIE! AAAAAHHH!! NNNNGH!! OOOOOOOHHHH!!" The universe seemed to twist with a loud crunching sound as I clenched around Troy's cock and I felt him shoot his load inside me. I didn't care, I wanted his cum inside me. I...I... felt like I might be tumbling over...I...I...was blacking...black...ing...out...bla...ck...in...

I came to in Troy's arms. And in a serious dip in the middle of the ruins of what was once my bed. From somewhere in the room, I heard the sound of something glass breaking, but when I looked that direction, all I saw was Julie sitting on the armrest of Chad's recliner, and Chad drenched with sweat and still jerking off. We slowly scrabbled out of the bed and walked over to them. Julie rose to her feet and threw her arms around Troy's neck kissing him all over his face.

"I want to see you two do that again when we get home." She thought for a second. "In one of the guest beds." Julie looked over at me and cocked her head with a "get in here" gesture. The three of us traded passionate kisses for a moment before we turned back to Chad, pumping away with sweat pouring down his face and...was that a TEAR? I took Troy and Julie by the waist and turned us so the three of us were facing Chad with me in the middle.

"Chad," I told him matter-of-factly. "I've met someone."

Troy got dressed and let Chad stop stroking himself, but told him to remain hard as he found a piece of still stable mattress and boxspring and sat across from him on it. Julie and I showered and put on some new clothes, then she brought in boxes and tape and scissors from her minivan (Turned out she'd stopped to buy moving supplies, that's what took her so long getting here. Well, that and Claire...) and we began boxing my belongings while Troy talked to Chad.

"So, here's what happens now, Chad. You're going to stay hard while you carefully load all of Susan's boxes into our vehicles. You don't say anything or even look at Susan. When everything's packed, you'll come back here, lay on...what's left of your bed, and start stroking again. Once we drive off and the sound of our engines fades away, you will cum harder than you ever have and pass out.

"In the morning, you'll realize all that you've lost and that you've brought it on yourself, and you're going to start turning your life around. Not like I'm sure you've done every time Susan worked up the courage to try to leave you, where you're back to this shit in a couple days, you're going to REALLY do it. I'll be checking up on you. When I make contact with you and you'll make whatever excuses you have to and meet me here alone. I'm going to go over her receipts and pay stubs and figure out how much you owe Susan, and you're going to sell everything you own to pay her back, starting with your little Fast & Furious-Mobile out there on the lawn. If there's anything left, you're going to buy a reasonable vehicle with it, one that'll get you far away from here.

"You're going to realize that you'll never get sober with your bros trying to keep dragging you down, so you're going to sever any ties with them and move to another state. I don't know, pick one. Not New Jersey.

"You'll get a new job, find a place, find an AA group or a rehab clinic to join, go to anger management classes, and you won't even think of starting a relationship with anyone until you know you'll treat her with the respect you should have shown Susan. But you'll never try to see or speak to her again. She's the price you're paying for this wake-up call."

My possessions that I still owned fit into six boxes. That's what I was coming out of this place with. I thought I saw tears in Chad's eyes as he loaded them into the vehicles, and wished we still had neighbors to see him naked and humiliated, moving boxes across the yard. When it was all done, I didn't have anything else to say to him, I just got in Troy's car and waited for him to drive away. As we got down the road, I thought I heard a scream in the distance.

Things have been great since I moved in with Troy and Julie. They put me up in one of their guest rooms, then spent that first night helping me break in the bed. (Not literally this time.) I still have a lot of the kind of fun I had that first night with them, sometimes with other women joining us, sometimes just us three. I try to find someplace to go Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights. That got easier once I felt ready to start dating. But before I could handle anything more serious than our fun, I had to make sure I was the me I wanted to be, and I had some less physical baggage to take care of.

Sue: You taught me to adapt to crisis, to seek ways around the obstacles in my life. When I didn't know what to do, you showed me how to go on.

Suzy-Q: You taught me what it felt like to be owned. To be completely subjugated as a person, a possession; not cared for, merely owned. You showed me I was better than that, and that I never want that again. (I say this fully aware that I live with two people with the ability to control minds, but they use it for good whenever possible, and I never really feel like they own me. Well, sometimes for fun, sure.)

Suzy-Ho: You taught me that sometimes, the only way to handle a horrible situation is to switch off your brain and let instinct guide you. With the right person (or people), that can be wonderful, and I'm sorry I picked the wrong one for us.

All of you made me into Susan, and Susan loves all of you. I won't be casting you aside or trying to pretend you don't exist. We'll all talk again from time to time, hopefully more clearly and not so many at once.

A couple of weeks after that, Troy came home one afternoon with a satchel full of money. He'd gone over everything and figured out that Chad owed me around $40,000 and had gotten it from him before Chad left town. Troy asked if I wanted him to take half of it and start an investment portfolio for me. I asked Julie and she nodded emphatically. "This is what my Math Boy is really good at. I had about a quarter of that when he started one for me and I got through college with no loans. Take the offer!"

I see Claire almost every day now too. Troy had gone over her books as well and the yoga studio had really taken off. She'd been able to start a second studio with his advice, and soon became busy enough to need an executive secretary. Julie told her she knew someone with experience handling crises and assholes and I suddenly had a new job with a great boss. (She DOES tend to need my help on a lot of long lunches and business trips. I also had somewhere to go if I didn't have a date during the week.)

A postcard from Chad got forwarded to Troy & Julie's house. It had a Denver postmark and he said he was working at a co-op and hoped I was ok. I showed it to Julie and asked what I should do. She thought for a minute and then said "Troy would say 'Don't punish a genuine effort to be nice.'" I've hung onto it, still haven't decided if I'll write back yet.

And then Saturday morning, when Julie was busy getting a show of her work organized, I got up to make coffee for myself and Claire, who was still asleep in my room, and saw Troy sitting on the patio in what looked like an old red velvet smoking jacket with his own cup. Something was hanging from his hand, I couldn't see what with the sun glinting off it from the kitchen, so stepped out to the patio to join him.

"Wow, that's really retro," I told him as I sat at the little metal table next to him. This close, I could see that the object that was reflecting the sunlight was an old gold pocket watch on a chain that he'd been holding up and looking at.