My life was a dream. Whenever I turned around there was somebody of either sex to suck or fuck. I was getting more cock and pussy than a legion of whores and satyrs. My secret life had turned into a non-stop carnival of pliantly willing flesh.
But then, gradually, reality cut through the ambrosiac haze and I realized that there was trouble in paradise. Something wrong, after all, with doing as I pleased Don. It was my son, Don.
At first it was just a little misbehavior, which I incorrectly told myself I could safely ignore. But then the tell-tale signs accelerated. I finally started to take proper notice when he began wetting the bed every night.
The clincher was when I got a notice from the school to come speak with my son's guidance counselor, a Mr. Farraday, about Don. I knew that the news wasn't going to be good.
"He's fighting," Mr. Farraday told me with sad eyes which said that this was more than a job to him-he really cared. "I'm sorry to say that for the last few weeks your son hasn't been able to get along with anyone."
"Have you talked with him?" I anxiously asked. "Has Don told you anything?"
"Nothing," Mr. Farraday shook his head. "He just clams up when confronted with his behavior. What about at home? Are there any clues?"
"Well-" I began hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"He-he has been wetting the bed quite regularly," I reluctantly revealed, certain that it would put me in a bad light as a mother.
A whole new expression crossed Mr. Farraday's face. Where before he had seemed perplexed, now he looked as though he had found the answer to the question which had been puzzling him. "I see," he said after digesting my revelation. "What?" I gulped expectantly.
"Conflict," he replied with a confidence in his conclusion that emphasized the strength in his handsome face.
"You'll have to explain."
"Something is happening in his life so that the poor guy doesn't know which way to jump. Marital discord can frequently be the cause of this sort of thing. Tell me, Mrs. Lawrence, how are you and your husband getting along?"
"N-not too w-well," I stammering confessed.
"I see," Farraday said as though he'd taken my answer for granted. "What seems to be the problem, if you don't mind me asking? Just remember, my questions are on behalf of your son.,'
All of a sudden I was terribly embarrassed. I guess it was because I sensed that Farraday knew the answer in advance. In any case, I found my tongue tied.
There was a pause. Then Farraday proved my estimation of his clairvoyance to be correct.
"You're having problems in the bedroom, aren't you, Mrs. Lawrence?"
Burning with abrupt shame, I nodded.
"Could you specify, Mrs. Lawrence?"
I stammered inconclusively, feeling that the words would never come. But then, all at once, they came in a torrent. I was chattering my innermost secrets.
"My husband is like a brute," I revealed. "He cares about nothing but his own pleasure. Our sex-life is a nightmare."
"And this has created tension in your everyday life?" "Enormously."
"What is it that you want?"
"Gentleness. Caring. After all, I'm a woman. I want a man who will make me feel like one. Somebody who will stroke me. Bring me to the heights. Make love to me instead of using me."
"I see what you mean," Farraday responded gently, reaching out to touch me. His fingertips tickled the down on my cheek. Although his touch was tentative, the feeling was electric.
"Don't stop!" I blurted when he started to take his hand away. "It feels so good."
He returned his hand to my body, but this time its target was lower. He touched my breast, quickly sliding his fingers inside my blouse and finding bare flesh.
My tits began to throb from his provocative touch. Down below I could feel my thighs being moistened from the instantaneous gushing of my pussy.
Oh, I was turned-on.
"Inside my bra," I gasped. "Play with my nipples."
He was abruptly kneading them. They were as erect as miniature spikes, responding with supreme excitement to Farraday's caresses,
I arose from my chair as if I were being pulled forward by invisible wires. Before I knew it I was perched on the desk, writhing my body under Farraday's expert touch.
"Do you want to fuck me?" I spilled forth my desire. "You've made me so hot I can't stand it. My cunt is on fire."
He smiled, accentuating his handsomeness. If the size of his dick corresponded with his rugged good looks, his member would have to be at least a foot long.
It was. Perhaps even larger.
When he got to his feet, unzipped his pants, and revealed his equipment, I was astonished at its immensity in spite of my grandiose expectations.
"Let me suck it first," I sighed as though I were the heroine in the wettest of all possible dreams.
Farraday stood up against the desk and thrust his beautiful cock in my face. It was so hard, so gorgeous-I went down on it without the least hesitation.
What a prick! Having it in my mouth was a revelation. It was the finest specimen I'd sucked since my secret life had begun.
While I was blowing him, I reached into his pants and extracted his balls. They were hairy and throbbing-the balls of a real man. Already I was fantasizing about the quality and quantity of the sperm which they harbored.
I gobbled him to the hilt. There was so much cock crammed in my face that I felt as though my skull were going to split.
My spit flowed freely, greasing Farraday's pole for the eventual switch to my cunt. When he finally got around to fucking me, I wanted the descent to be swift and sure. This hard-on was too sensational to play around with. I'd forgotten all about my stated preference for gentleness.
At last things were wet enough for me to proceed to the next stage of our lovemaking. Withdrawing Farraday's marvelous tool from my mouth, I fell back on the desk-top and spread my legs in his face. The fetid crotch of my ruined panties was reeking at him, making his nostrils flare and his tongue pass hungrily over his lips.
His hand reached between my thighs, the fingers slipping under the elastic. Making a fist, Farraday snatched the saturated fabric from my loins. Now the clinging cloth was replaced by bristling hair and pouting pink lips.
"Your prick will feel so good inside me," I moaned. "Stick it in!"
I squirmed my ass over to the edge so he could do it while standing up. After all my complaining about my husband's chauvinistic ways, all of a sudden I loved the idea of the dominant male.
The man looming over me, brandishing his cock like a sword. Me, the female, flat on my back and spread-eagled, writhing in a position of complete submission to masculine desire.
Farraday handled his cock the way a surgeon handles a scalpel. He wasn't going to merely penetrate me, he was going to incise me. My cunt would be sliced as though it had never been entered before.
The tool slid in with razor sharpness. All of a sudden I was gasping with joy. I'd been pronged to the hilt on the first try.
The head of Farraday's prick was burrowing within my womb. My ovaries were shaking like fruit on a tree in a wind-storm. Coming mightily already, the only eventual orgasmic result I could anticipate was an absolute cataclysm.
I wrapped my legs around my lover's waist and pulled him even more tightly to me. His cock had been inside me all the way to begin with, but with this maneuver it actually seemed to enlarge. If only my husband could fuck me like this!
Farraday began pumping faster and faster. Now he wasn't just going for depth, but for friction as well. There was a play of at least eight inches in his tool as he furiously pistoned back and forth in my tight box.
"Come!" I screamed. "Fill my cunt with your hot, rich cum!"
He did. Meeting my horny demand to perfection, Farraday turned on the juice without delay. Right on cue. He was the first man I had ever fucked with whom I was in perfect tune.
His cock was like a fire-hose, blasting gush after gush of surging wetness into my furthest reaches. My womb, my ovaries, my fallopian tubes-everything was swamped. I'd have to douche under a waterfall to wash it all out.
Before long there was too much jizz for my vaginal cavity to hold. Mingling somewhere back in my uterus into a liquid cannonball, the excess spunk made its violent move for daylight.
Farraday's hard-on was pushed out in the overflowing rush. All of a sudden my twat was hemorrhaging with cum. The semen was a white mist in the air as it sprayed from between my gaping thighs.
When the discharge was finally over, I returned my attention to my lover's prick. To my glee it was still as rigid as ever. More like a steel beam than an organ of the human body.
And if Farraday was ready to fuck again, so was L All I had to do was decide on a hole.
As if there was any doubt which one I would choose. It was a notch below my just-fucked cunt, and throbbing for a pronging on its own.
"Do it to me in the ass!" I pleaded. "That's where I want it!"
Farraday chuckled sympathetically. "I never met a woman who didn't."
He was just as proficient in manipulating his cock toward my shit-hole as he'd been to my pussy. The head flattened against my anal bud and then was pushing within.
The fit was much tighter than in my twat, so penetration was slower. This was okay with me, though. It just gave me the chance to savor each and every inch.
Not only was Farraday's hard-on exceptionally long, it was also incredibly thick. Even if he'd had a shortie, I wouldn't have complained. With so much phallic girth engorging the tightness of my rectum, I would have gotten all the kicks any woman could desire.
This time I didn't wrap my legs around my lover. Instead I began to raise them, lifting my ass so it became the focal point of my body. Had I not been blessed with a cunt, I would have been satisfied with merely an anus, the way I felt now.
At last Farraday was in me all the way. His balls were roiling against my buns, while his cockhead filled my colon. Other men had fucked me in the ass, of course, but they were all beginners when it came to this man.
His hard-on was like a jack-hammer in my rectum, pounding away to my most intimate depths. Getting fucked in the ass is a special deed, and it makes a woman's heart sing when she finds a man who knows how to do it just right.
Hell, my heart wasn't merely singing. It was operating at a symphonic level.
But this wasn't all I was experiencing.
Ever heard of an anal orgasm? Well, swear to God, I was having one. My slit-pit was spasming all the, way to the rear of my bowels.
"Mmmmmm," I murmured thickly, "I'm coming. Coming sooooo hard! Keep fucking my ass, you big beautiful stud."
As if he had any intention of stopping. Farraday's cock was like a machine. His pelvis was the engine, driving the implement with a machine-gun staccato. Those phallic thrusts were like enormous bullets scoring bull's eye after bull's eye.
By now my legs were drawn back so radically that my knee-caps were gouging into my shoulders. My asshole had become a sucking pit, completely devouring a cock the size of a log.
I had the cake, now it was time for the icing. Hot, sticky icing. The male cream that makes life worth living for a woman.
"Come in me!" I pleaded for the second time within mere minutes. "Come in my ass!"
This time he took it slow, purposely teasing me-knowing that at a certain point a woman likes to be held on sexual tenderhooks. Sweet, sweet torture.
I responded to it as any woman would when the stalling technique was sprung on her at precisely the right moment in lovemaking. I begged, I pleaded for cum-loving every second of my groveling. Things had gone so far that I was proud to beg for my lover's cum in my ass.
I could feel his phallic muscles dedicate themselves to restraint rather than letting loose. The fuck ground on and on. The resulting friction was smoldering.
"You bastard!" I complimented his efforts with erotic vileness.
"You bitch!" he cheerfully retorted. "Pimp!" "Whore!" How depraved.. How wonderful! Special. Man and woman locked in sexual combat. Doing what God intended them to do.
Did Adam and Eve fuck in the ass? How could they have avoided the temptation?
With Adam's big cock in her tight ass, did Eve come as much as I was doing? I doubt it. I doubt that any woman had ever equaled my orgasmic high.
But most marvelously, there was still something to look forward to. That cum-that cum that still hadn't arrived.
I'd get it. Get it on my own.
Jesus, I'd get it!
I tightened my rectal muscles as though they were the cogs of a vise. The orifice became narrower and narrower despite the enormity of the phallus engorging it.
My asshole was a noose. Squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.
Finally Farraday showed that he was feeling the pressure. His handsome face contorted into a pained grimace. His nuts contracted.
I kept it up. Kept it up until his cock grew that extra inch indicating the imminence of ejaculation that all women savor.
When it came time for the goods to be delivered I didn't even have to vocalize. My constricting asshole had already done all the talking for me.
It was an explosion. A withering blast. An erupting flood.
So much cum. Hot, boiling cum. Steaming into my colon, and dislodging my shit from the lining of my colon. All of a sudden my bowels were awash with a gurgling emulsion of crap and semen.
There was no way I could retain it. It was like getting an enema from a fire hydrant.
Suddenly I felt as if I were turning inside out. My colon was a compressed bellows, shooting out its contents with intense fury.
Farraday's cock squirted out first, followed by an immense blast of his cum and my shit. I was spewing all over the place. What a wonderful, glorious mess!
After what seemed an eternity the discharge slowed to a trickle. I thought we must be finished. However, when I glanced at my lover's cock I realized that he had the same sexual stamina as the teenagers he counseled for a living.
There was another fuck in him, and I was immediately determined to get it.
Mid I had a marvelous spot in mind.
Why not my tits, I thought. How would Farraday's stiff cock feel pumping between them? I could press them together so their cleavage would resemble the tightest and softest orifice.
I had never been fucked in the tits. They were virgin territory when it came to cocks. I could have kicked myself for being so blind up until now.
Swiveling around on the desk, I presented the top half of my body to Farraday. So he would know what I had in mind, I ripped open my blouse, tore away my bra, and pried open my breasts with the same provocative symbolism that I normally spread my thighs.
He couldn't help but know what I wanted.
But I told him anyway. In fact, I took the greatest of pleasure in shrieking it at the top of my lungs.
"Fuck my tits!"
His cock pushed between, my breasts, laying vertically. For the first time I became aware of its pulsing network of veins. Throbbing against my chest, they felt more like exposed electrical wires than ducts of rushing blood.
Compressing my jugs, I transformed their cleavage into a squishy slit. The friction was there instantaneously.
Farraday began pumping. The head of his cock became a crimson blur. It Tattooed my chin, striking repeatedly until I was groggy.
I could feel his foreskin jerking back and forth. Faster. Faster.
Sparks seemed to be flying.
It was the best fuck yet.
Despite the fact that it was Farraday's third time at bat within a short space of mere minutes, he came this time with more eagerness than he had in my cunt or ass. The new wrinkle I had presented him had really turned him on.
Farraday flexed his cock to the ultimate. The head skidded under my chin and popped into my face. I began sucking it just as he came.
Sperm gushed down my throat. It was so hot. So sweet. What a man!
My pussy and ass had not been able to retain all the jizz that had been spewed into them. However, I was determined to make my mouth a different story.
I would swallow every drop. Drink it all! It was a struggle. I had to release my lover's cock to bring it off, but I did it.
My cheeks ballooned, but I would not back off from my objective. Just when my face was on the verge of exploding, my stomach turned on the power, acting like an internal vacuum cleaner.
Sucking, sucking, sucking, I pulled it all down. All the cum. Bloating my abdomen. Jesus, what goodness.
Finally it was all over. Farraday's cock deflated at last. He had nothing to be ashamed of. Most of the students would have crapped out long before this.
So now there was only one thing to do to make this meeting complete, once my clothes were back on and Farraday's cock and balls were back in his pants:
Put our heads together and figure out what to do about my son, Don.