[EFU] Mountain (re)treat

Valerie hated freeuse. She may have been old fashioned, but growing up freeuse wasn't even a concept. She'd been around the block a few times that fucking itself didn't faze her, but the idea that she had to let any random punk over eighteen turn her into a sex toy just wasn't right to her. Worst of all though, her marriage of thirty years had been destroyed in a night. The moment freeuse passed her husband had gone off and fucked their twenty something neighbor without hesitation.

Thanks to that she decided to take a trip to a mountainside resort to wind down.

She'd been to this resort once before, it was out in the sticks so it usually only got enough business to stay afloat. It was also far enough from civilization that she was positive she wouldn't have to deal with any of the younger generation. The ones that grew up with the very idea of freeuse ingrained in every faucet of pop culture.

So one could imagine her shock when on day two of her trip, early in the evening, she heard a petulant whining that destroyed her preconceived certainty.

“God, I don't even know why you guy's brought me here! There's not even any wi-fi!”

“Oh now dear, you're going to head of to college in just a few weeks, your father and I just want to spend a little more time with you, that's all!”

Just when she had been heading up to her room after a attending a rather pleasant resort run event in one of their outer facilities. Just as she had started to forget her husband's betrayal, at least a little bit, and unwind. Valerie saw a small family of three. An older gentlemen and his wife, presumably her age, and then there was their son. A rather unimpressive specimen, just some eighteen or nineteen year old boy of very little note, if not for the fact that he was here and he was stomping down the stairs right towards her, flanked by his parents and blocking her way up

Valerie could only stare as she waited for them to make room for her. She deeply hoped he'd have the decency to keep his hands to himself... but alas,

“Oh thank fuck! There's at least one slut here worth fucking!” The boy looked up from his feet as he neared Valerie, and the second he locked eye's on her he exploded with a satisfied sigh and lunged at her.

Valerie barely had enough time to flinch and let out a horrified gasp before the boy yanked her towards him by her wrist, and then with a grunt heaved her onto his shoulder like a sandbag.

“Oh, now dear, don't you want to go for a hike with us?” The boy's mother clicked her tongue sadly.

“I'm going to my room.” He grunted simply, turning on his heel and making his way back up the steps, Valerie slung over his shoulder.

“Ah, hey! Excuse me?” Valerie gasped in horror. She knew what freeuse meant, but actually being in this situation was a whole new world to her.

“Just leave him dear. We're here for two weeks, he's bound to get bored of her eventually.” The boy's father reassured his wife, putting an arm around her shoulder and leading her away.

Valerie was momentarily stunned by how neither seemed the least bit concerned about how their son was literally carrying her off. In fact they didn't even acknowledge her beyond the fact that their own son was about to fuck her like a toy!

It took her a spell to get a hold of herself again, and by then the boy had already gotten her to the front door of the living quarters to the resort. Valerie then decided to do the only thing she could think of, kick and scream,

“Don't you fucking dare! I'm not some fucking whore! You put me down!”

Within moments Valerie found herself soaring through the air and crashing against the rather thick cushion of a couch inside the resort lobby.

“Fuck it, good enough.” The boy groaned, taking off his clothes without a moment's hesitation.

“What the fuck are you doing!” Valerie gawped in horror, struggling to right herself as quickly as possible.

Her eye's were glued to his cock, already swinging free, twitching and half-erect.

“I'm about to fuck you slut! Freeuse means you're free, for me to use. However I want.” The boy rolled his eyes the way only a teenager could, and without a moment's hesitation he grabbed the front of Valerie's dress.

In one mighty yank Valerie's dress gave out and she stumbled towards the boy, but rather than stop her, he sidestepped her, and shoved her against a coffee table that sat across from the couch. Valerie tried to push herself off the table, but she wasn't fast enough.

In the blink of an eye, the boy had sidestepped back behind her, and with one hand grabbed a tight fistful of her hair, his other one grabbing her by the waist and scooping her into the air. Valerie could only sputter in shock and squeal in horror as the boy quickly slammed his hip forward, impaling her pussy with his rod.

“Ah, fuck... if this place is as boring as it seems you better get used to this.” The boy grunted as he pounded Valerie's defenseless pussy.

Valerie could hardly believe this is what her life had come too. As she winced and gasped, treated as nothing more than a toy. She could only imagine what the next two weeks were going to be like....