Fred was gone the next morning when I woke up. Then, when he didn't come home that night at six, I started to get worried. For the first lime I wondered if I'd gone too far.
Anticipating a dreadful scene if he ever showed, I packed the twins off to the grandmother's and waited. Finally, about ten, he showed, drunk as a skunk. Apparently he'd stopped off at a bar to hype up his courage with more than a little alcohol.
Of course I'd expected some reaction to my brutal aggression of the night before, but I hadn't specified it in my mind. When it actually took form, I was more dismayed than I'd ever thought I could be.
Fred's eyes were bleary, his face was slack, and his clothes were so dismayed he looked like a man who'd just checked in to the first stop on skid row. However, his words were as clear and cutting as the blade of a knife.
"I want a divorce," he said. "I won't be treated this way."
I suppose I should have stood up for my rights and reminded him of the crappy way he'd been treating me for years.
But I didn't.
I may have been a tiger twenty-fours hours before, but now I found myself a wife once again. A wife about to be abandoned by her husband.
"Please, Fred, I can explain everything," I tried to reason with him, but I might as well have been talking to the wall. He'd made up his mind, and then cemented his decision with alcohol.
Within a few minutes he'd snapped up his toothbrush, razor, a few clothes, and some other bare necessities.
I was on my own.
And, in spite of my boldness of the night before, when the chips were down I didn't like the way it felt.
"So that's the story," I told Jason in one of S.E.X.'s new offices.
"You mean you're telling me you want to quit your job because your husband left you?" he said incredulously. "For one thing, you need it more than ever for the money. And for another, what about your self-respect, Debbie?"
"I don't know," I grimly replied, "Lately I'd been thinking I really was somebody on my own. You know, ever since I started working for S.E.X… But now that this thing with my husband has happened, I'm scared. Maybe I was just fooling myself, and I just wasn't meant to be anything more than a simple wife and mother."
"Debbie, don't sell yourself short," Jason said sternly. "I don't want to see you throw a budding career down the drain… and, frankly, you are too valuable to our research for The Exchange to lose. You must stay on."
From there he went on to give me all sorts of supportive reasons why I had to continue my work, regardless of my situation at home. I was somewhat dubious; but, on the other hand, my self-confidence was so low that I couldn't resist all the compliments and encouragement he was giving me. They were like nourishment to a struggling plant.
"Okay," I finally agreed, "I'll stay on temporarily."
"Good," Jason smiled with relief. "Now for your next assignment, I want you to check out some alternative life-styles existing in this community. We need the information for The Report, and seeing how other families cope will be very therapeutic for you."
I was frightened at first because it would be my first assignment alone since I'd started working with Gloria, but Jason had me convinced that it was for my own good. Shoving my doubts into the background, I called the family S.E.X. had selected for the interview and set up an appointment.
As I drove into the Fishers' driveway later in the week, I could detect nothing unusual about the outer appearances of the way they lived. Theirs was a typical suburban house that wouldn't have given even the most curious passer-by the slightest cause for reflection.
Of course I was informed enough by now to know that the superficial appearances of suburban normality could be very misleading. After all, nobody would have guessed what had been going on behind closed doors with Fred and me, and we were as respectable on the surface as any family could be.
Mrs. Fisher greeted me at the door, and her presence just reiterated the facade of normality. She was an attractive, well-scrubbed matron in her middle thirties, giving the immediate impression of devoting her whole existence to the care and feeding of her husband and children.
Her husband, Art, was waiting for us in the den with their two teenage children, Teddy and Sheila. They'd stayed home from work and school so they could participate in the interview. It was clear they were all extremely close.
Mrs. Fisher, whose first name was Ruth, served us all milk and cookies as we sat in the den and got acquainted. As we started talking I began to wonder if perhaps S.E.X. had made a mistake in sending me here because they all seemed so wholesome mid normal.
Art was an insurance salesman, who'd started his own agency a few years ago and made a real success of it. Both of the kids were honor students, and the girl was a cheerleader. Her brother planned to go out for basketball next year.
Ruth, the mother, was active in at least a dozen civic activities. I wondered how she found time to do such a good job with the house, but the evidence was all around me that whatever time she had she put to excellent use. Oddly enough, the more wholesome the picture the Fishers presented to me of themselves, the more uneasy I got. After all, S.E.X. hadn't sent me into their home to hear about Mom and apple pie. Where was this alternative life-style Jason had told me about?
Finally, after almost an hour of pleasant conversation that led nowhere insofar as The S.E.X. Report was concerned, I broke the ice, and mentioned I'd better get down to asking some questions. As a matter of course, considering the adult subject matter, I asked Art and Ruth if they'd mind excusing the children.
"No way," Art really surprised me by answering in a firm voice. "The kids have to be part of this or we wouldn't have agreed to cooperate with your research in the first place."
He looked toward the two children.
"Right, Teddy? Sheila?"
They both nodded back with polite smiles on their attractive faces. Then their mother joined with an identical response.
"You see," Art said, "the whole secret to the closeness of our family is that we do everything together… and I mean everything."
"Wait… wait a minute," I stammered, struck by his implication as if by a punch to the jaw. "Are… are you trying to tell me that you and your wife have… have…"
"Yes," she interrupted without batting an eyelash. "Art and I always try to include the children in our sex-lives, if that's what you're getting at, Mrs. Robinson."
I looked around at the four of them as though it had suddenly occurred to me that I was surrounded by a roomful of Martians. Each of them returned my startled gaze with the same big grin.
Especially the girl. Sheila. At eighteen she was extremely attractive, and was now starting to uncoil the full extent of her beauty as she spread her legs out on the floor from under her short dress.
I could see how she'd been elected cheerleader. Her legs were long, shapely and tan, and must have looked sensational in one of those brief costumes the girls wore at the local high school.
I'm afraid my stare was too obvious. All of a sudden I could sense that she was aware that I was admiring her exposed calves and thighs.
"Do you like my legs, Mrs. Robinson?" she asked coolly.
"Well… I… I…" I stammered with a red face.
"Don't be embarrassed," her mother broke in. "Sheila knows how pretty she is, and so do the rest of us."
"Yes," Art Fisher added, "welcome to the club."
Sheila wasn't made uneasy by all this attention at all. As a matter of fact, she obviously enjoyed it.
"Would you like a better look?" she asked.
Before I could gather my wits to make a coherent response, her long, delicate fingers gasped the hem of her skirt and pulled it all the way up to her waist. Then, as she spread her thighs. I was looking straight at her open crotch.
She wasn't wearing a stitch underneath. I could see everything!
"Everything" was the most gorgeous cunt I'd ever laid eyes on. The lips were a pouting pink. The hair a wispy tangle the same color as the honeyed tresses on her head. The red mouth was glistening with moisture.
"Sis is even prouder of her pussy than she is of her legs," her brother spoke up for the first time. "She never misses a chance to show it off."
"And you can easily see why," her mother added.
The girl was doing her best to live up to her family's estimation of her charms. Now she was lolling back against the couch so that she was virtually spread-caged, and placing her hands into the well of her splayed crotch.
With bugging eyes, I watched her fingers clutch her pussy lips and slowly pry them apart. By the time she was finished, her twat was open at least six inches wide and I was looking straight up inside her.
Then, the mother got up and walked over beside me. "Do you like cunt, Mrs. Robinson?" she asked as she stroked my hair.
I was too flustered to answer.
"I'll bet you do," Mrs. Fisher cooed. "Perhaps you'd like to see where my daughter inherited her lovely specimen."
She stepped in front of me, and before my astonished eyes, doffed her dress from around her shoulders and let it slip to the floor. Like her daughter, she was naked underneath.
My nostrils flared as I got a whiff of the pussy that suddenly filled my fine of vision. As she had suggested, Mrs. Fisher's twat was every bit as delectable as Sheila's.
"Here, feel it," Mrs. Fisher said as she took hold of my wrist. Too stunned to resist, I permitted her to draw my hand to her box and place my fingers on her throbbing labia.
"Rub them around," she suggested. "Get your fingers good and wet."
That was certainly easy enough. Mrs. Fisher's cunt was absolutely sopping. The pubic hair had lost its curl it was so heavy with saturation.
"Do you… do you do this sort of thing often?" I gulped as I felt her damp groin writhing under my involuntary touch.
"Whenever we have a guest," Art Fisher cheerfully informed me. "We always like to be hospitable."
"And… and when you're by yourselves?"
"What do you imagine we do when we're by ourselves?" Ruth Fisher purred, her voice actually seeming to come from between her legs – the presence of her cunt was so commanding.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, because I didn't want to give the obvious answer. The obvious was just too bizarre.
My reluctance didn't faze the Fisher family in the slightest.
"We fuck and suck, of course," Ruth Fisher calmly announced. "If you don't believe me, just look what's happening over on the floor behind me."
She turned forty-five degrees to the right so I could look once again at the spread-legged Sheila… only Sheila was no longer by herself.
Teddy, brother, had dropped his pants, and was waving his eight-inch hard-on in her blissfully smiling face. Then, her pink tongue popped out of her mouth and gave it a long, slurping lick.
While he was getting his cock tongued, Teddy lowered a hand between his sister's legs and began vigorously feeling her pussy. Within seconds, three digits were fully inside the gooey cavern and finger-fucking her.
The only one unaccounted for now was Mr. Fisher. His wife sensed my curiosity and moved again so I could witness what he was up to.
He had stripped and was stroking his ten-inch prick. It was apparent that he was very pleased about the swelling he had between his legs.
"Come here, darling," his wife said to him. "I think our guest would like to get a closer look at your pride and joy."
He jumped up and joined us immediately. Taking my free hand, he put the fingers up against his cock, and then pressed the tendon in the underside of my wrist so that I had no choice but to wrap them around his tool.
It was a pulsing piece of equipment – obviously a powerhouse. Already there was a premature glob of cum gracing the tip.
"What about you, my dear?" Ruth Fisher interrupted my awe-struck silence. "What do you have between your legs?"
"And is it wet?" her husband's mouth watered.
I hadn't even thought of that. Automatically, I rubbed my thighs together to test out the situation.
Yes… I was wet. Uncontrollably wet.
"Come on, now," Art Fisher said with a twinkle in his eye, "'fess up. We're your friends."
I looked away, my face burning with embarrassment. However, as it was, I might as well have broadcast my vaginal condition over a public address system.
"Oh, yes, she's wet," Mrs. Fisher said eagerly.
"How can you tell?" her husband asked.
"I can smell it… can't you, darling?"
"Mmmmmm," he sampled the air, "you're right, honey. It's just like somebody opened a can of tuna."
They seemed to take it for granted that because they had discovered my pussy was wet, they had a right to take any liberty they pleased with me from that point on. As though it were a foregone conclusion that I would join in with the family fun, Mrs. Fisher reached down and pulled my skirt all the way up. Before I knew it she was running her fingers aver my damp crotch.
"Look at her panties, Art," she said to her husband. "They're so full of juice you can see right through them. Her pussy lips are so large… and look at her sweet little clit poking out near the top."
"I can't wait to see her tits," he enthused.
His fingers flew to the front of my blouse and began unbuttoning. At the same time his wife got rid of my skirt and panties. In less than a minute I was stark naked.
"Let us see her, Mom and Dad," the kids called in unison from the floor.
The parents pulled away from in front of me just enough for me to see Sheila and Teddy. It was obvious they had completed round one of their activity because the girl had fresh cum dribbling down her chin.
"Wow, she's fine!" Teddy declared. As he did so, his dick, temporarily limp after creaming in his sister's mouth, shot back up to attention.
"Teddy's always liked older women," his father informed me.
"Yeah," Sheila giggled. "Ever since Mom broke him in when he was ten."
"Mom… Dad," the boy asked in an ardent voice, "can I be the first one to fuck her?"
"Why don't you ask the nice lady?" his mother smiled sweetly.
Abruptly the parents were hovering over me no longer, and Teddy and I were face to face. Walking toward me, he was preceded by a boner that seemed to have gotten even bigger. I had heard about the tirelessness of these teenage boys, and now I was getting a demonstration firsthand.
I wanted to look away because I knew that was the only decent thing to do. However, I felt uncontrollably more indecent by the second. The fad of the matter was that I was transfixed by the twitching glory of Teddy's adolescent hard-on.
When he had reached me, I felt I had no choice but to reach out and touch him. Needless to say, the first touch of his sinewy teenage prick sealed my fate. Once I'd felt the glorious muscle there was no turning back.
"Oh, look," Sheila pointed out to the others, "her pussy just stained the upholstery when she felt Teddy's cock."
"It's a good thing we had the furniture Scotch-guarded," Mrs. Fisher noted like the efficient homemaker she was. "Pussy juice never comes out otherwise… not to mention sperm."
What they were saying about me was absolutely true. My twat was gushing like an underground spring. If it didn't stop, pretty soon the overflow would be dripping down to the carpet.
While I continued to fondle Teddy's stiff joint, he reached down and grabbed me by the ankles. Pulling my legs straight out, he slid me out of the couch until I dropped to the floor. By the time I landed it must have looked like I was clutching his prick like a quicksand victim hanging onto a branch to keep from going under.
"Please, let go, Mrs. Robinson," he said politely, "I'm ready to fuck you."
With word "fuck", my snatch started creaming up a storm all over again. A dark stain immediately began to spread in a semicircle from between my open thighs.
With the scent of my reeking cunt filling the room like a pungent fog, the boy dropped to his knees with his nose twitching from my odor like a rabbit's smelling fresh lettuce. Licking his lips with rapt anticipation, he began guiding his beautiful dick straight for my gaping cunt.
"That's it, Teddy boy," his big sister encouraged him, "stick it in her. We all want to watch you fuck her."
All of a sudden I could feel the solid rock of his cock-head pressing insistently against my rubbery labia. Then, the turgid purple knob was pushing the lips apart and he was burrowing within me.
One inch… two inches… the entire flange of his phallic crown was plugging the mouth of my twat.
Now, another inch of shaft… then another, and another. Four inches of teenage cock was splitting my pussy.
"Come on, Teddy," his mother implored even more enthusiastically than had his sister, "stick her! Really stick her! Fuck her all the way to your balls!"
And such sweet young balls they were. When I looked down I could see them jiggling in their hairless pink sac. Who knew how much youthfully frothy cum they were churning up to ultimately spew inside my thirsty fuck-hole?
"Unnnnhhh… unnnnhhhh… unnnnhhhhh," the boy grunted as he gave the penetration that extra effort needed to get his cock all the way up my tight cunt.
The others were cheering him on as inch after inch of shaft was swallowed between my wide-open legs. By the time he was finished, one of the cheers was mine.
I let out a long, low moan of appreciation when I finally felt his nuts squashing against the bottom of my box. Now the fucking could really begin in earnest.
I slid completely supine onto the floor, letting the boy fall all the way on top of me. Locked in the standard lovemaking embrace, we began wiggling our hips and moving our asses in unison.
To achieve an even greater sensation of penetration, I wrapped my legs around his waist and gave him a passionate, pelvic tug. His hard-on seemed to tear me in two as it sawed to the furthest depths of my convulsing love-pit.
Now that Teddy and I had gone all the way, it was time for the rest of the Fisher family to get into the act. I could hear them whispering in the background, planning in advance how they would add their bodies to the fray.
The young daughter, Sheila, was the first to make her presence felt. Walking over and straddling my head, she slowly lowered her spread haunches over my twitchingly expectant face.
Her gorgeous honey-pot was a dream as it descended nearer and nearer my watering mouth. Drops of sweet goo dribbled from her scarlet maw, splattering onto my cheeks.
Then, as if in a fantasy, she was sitting on my face. All of a sudden I was smothered by acres of succulent teenage cunt.
My tongue stiffened like an oral hard-on and went immediately inside her delectable gash. The intoxicating taste of her unspoiled adolescent charms was even more divine than I had anticipated. She had muscles inside her youthful slit that could squeeze me all night long.
Then, it was Sheila's mother's turn. Pushing her son's upper body aside, Ruth Fisher sat on my chest and brought her pussy to bear on my throbbing breasts.
The feel of cunt-flesh against tit-flesh was a fantastic thrill… especially when the latter was so sensitive, and the former so luxuriously wet. Needless to say, the sensation was even more complete when she seized one of my nipples and actually inserted it, fuck-style, within her spasming love-hole.
But even humping one of my jugs wasn't enough for the horny Mrs. Fisher. She took hold of the remaining breast, and guided the erect nipple straight for her spike-like clitoris. When they met it was like heaven on earth.
Only Art Fisher remained standing in the wings. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him preparing himself for his assault by stroking his prick. It had grown even more erect during the waiting, and was guaranteed to be a tight fit wherever it inserted itself.
Finally, Art dropped to his knees and crawled toward the lower end of my writhing body. Placing his palms flat against the cheeks of his son's butt, he lifted Teddy up in the air just enough to forge an entrance to my ass. My anus puckered and drooled in anticipation.
Losing no time, Art worked his huge dong between my upraised buns, and zeroed in on my pouting bunghole. Quickly the head of his cock was stimulating the ridges of the diminutive orifice, getting me used to the idea of being fucked in the ass by almost a foot of iron bar.
Then the preliminaries were over. All of a sudden his tool was making its incision. The phallic crown slipped like a dream within the mouth of my eagerly expanding rectum, leading the way for inch after inch of thick shaft.
"Mmmmm," I groaned deliriously into Sheila's cunt as her father rapidly pronged my shit-pit to the hilt. Of course, as I did so, I was forced to swallow about a pint of scalding pussy juice.
Immediately I made up my mind to do a lot more groaning.
As each of the Fishers exercised their genitalia on my body, I realized that the foreplay was completed and there was nothing to do but fuck back. They'd shown me enough hospitality to whip out their organs and put them to best use relative to my naked anatomy, so now it was my responsibility to give them back as good as I was getting.
Even if they did outnumber me four-to-one.
I went to work on my cunt muscles. They'd been tight to begin with; now they became like a vise, squeezing Teddy's cock until he actually whimpered with joyous pain.
The ass. The tightest of the orifices. I made it even tighter. Art didn't whimper like his son – he howled.
Finally, I used my mouth like a vacuum cleaner. Literally sucking Sheila's teenage cunt into my oral cavity, I enclosed her labia with my lips, devouring the whole succulent sugar-plum.
Now all we had to do was start coming. It wasn't exactly the most demanding task in the world.
I went first because I was getting the most stimulation. Orgasmic ripples began to spread from the four areas that were getting fucked, quickly inundating my entire body.
My spasms immediately activated the two cunts gracing the top half of my body. While Sheila's pussy convulsingly creamed down my throat, her mother's twat twisted around my nipple until I could feel the vulnerable chunk of flesh becoming black and blue.
Only the cocks remained. It was a perfect arrangement of the best for last.
Come! Come, you bastards! I mentally implored them.
Thank God, their ESP was working. Both Art and Teddy expanded their hard-ons and extra inch in my orifices and then let go. It was the first time two males had ever come in me at once.
Hot sperm rushed up my two fuck-holes simultaneously like molten lava. In my cunt it seemed to flood all the way to my fallopian tubes. In my ass, it swamped the shit in my bowels.
Then, when there was too much of it for either of my holes to accommodate, it came gushing out. All of a sudden sperm was all over the place. By the time they were finished spurting, I was wallowing in a dense puddle of the gooey stuff.
Not to be outdone, we girls started the cycle all over again. New blasts of female cream came pouring from all three of our pussies.
The males, of course, couldn't match that right away. However, after two or three minutes of sustained friction, they miraculously plumbed the depths of their balls for renewed elixir and actually ejaculated again.
By the time the second round was finished, the five of us were practically doing the Australian crawl to stay afloat.
It was just a good thing my S.E.X. questionnaire had been safely placed on the mantle. The goo would have made it impossible to ever fill it out if it had been within five feet of our perpetually gushing bodies.