Another breakdown

Dara had managed to make it to the doorway of the Erikson's household, when Colin shook her to the very core one last time! "See you soon SLUT!" Her knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor in the doorway, her body convulsing helplessly as multiple waves of ecstasy crashed down upon her, drowning her in the undertow. Dara was helpless to stave off the effects of the rippling shockwaves, numbing every fiber of her already abused and exhausted body.

It took Dara several long minutes to recover and garner enough strength to make it to her feet and stumble back outside, into the now, very early morning darkness. As she looked to the dark sky above, she could see the faint purplish glow illuminating the horizon. The moonlight shone down upon her like a beacon, offering her absolutely no cover as she began padding across the lawn towards the gate that separated the two homes. The morning dew was wet against her bare feet, bothering Dara none as she crossed the divide and entered the sanctity of her own yard, only to have the bright moonlight follow her back across their own yard till she reached the haven of the back patio. The crisp cold morning air sent a noticeable chill along her spine, decorating her flesh with millions of tiny bumps, and tiny hairs standing at attention.

Dara walked through the wide open patio doors and strode directly into her own basement, wearing only Colin's coat of cum on her otherwise naked body. She strode without concern or care past the open door to David's little office that had been occupied by Tony earlier. She returned to the laundry room, and promptly moved the clothes from the washer to the dryer. She loaded the remaining clothes into the washer, added the soap and softener, closed the door and started the remaining laundry.

The very moment the washing machine came to life, Dara regained control of her body ... and what was left of her brain! With a sudden awareness of all that transpired, Dara clamped her palm over her mouth, stifling her shrill cry of despair. In a panic of realization, she closed the door to the laundry room and slumped to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, tears now staining her face, rivers of her salty waters mixing with the streaks of dried salty cum streaked across her face and hair, not to mention the rest of her body. "What have I done? Why can't I stop myself?" Dara's questions were muffled by both hands now covering her face in absolute shame and horror! Dara continued crying, even though the tears had ceased to flow, her body unable to produce any more. "What's happening to me? Why me?" Dara continued to wail into her hands, hiding her face from the entire outside world.

As Dara ran out of tears, and her questions went unanswered, she began breathing deeper, the oxygen starved brain cells beginning to recharge and reboot. Dara started wondering in earnest, whether she may very well be experiencing a schizophrenic episode. There were definitely two distinct personalities competing against each other, each one struggling to control Dara's body and her thoughts. Dara, however, was not a psychologist, nor a doctor, and had no clue how to deal with the recent turn of events. There was no one to turn to!

David? Sure, she'd sit David down and tell him everything! 'Honey, I went next door and sucked our neighbor's son's cock till he filled my stomach with his sperm. Then I went back for more and let him cover my tits with his hot sauce. Oh! And by the way, I went back a third time and let him fuck my brains out!' Dara knew the response she'd get to that! There was no way in hell she could say anything to David!

Tony? Hell, she wasn't sure she could even look Tony in the eye anymore, after getting an eyeful of his massive erection, not to mention, giving him his own eyeful of her pussy and ass. Add to that the humiliation of proclaiming that she was fucking one of his friends! There was no way she could turn to Tony for help.

Dara really had no fiends to turn to. She was quite certain that Amanda Tanner and Gracie Yang would not look favorably upon her illicit actions!

No! Dara was **** to endure this mental **** on her own, unless she sought out professional help, and she wasn't quite sure how to approach that either. It didn't help that there was this nagging part of her brain that said, 'There's nothing wrong with having some fun ... No one's getting hurt! ... What's wrong with getting pure pleasure?'

Knowing full well, she couldn't hide in the laundry room forever, Dara **** herself to her feet and out into the reality of her household. Taking a deep breath and holding it, Dara opened the door and peered around, listening for the faintest of sounds. All that could be heard was her own breathing, and the faint sounds of birds welcoming the new day! 'It can't be,' Dara cursed, suddenly realizing that a new day was dawning.

Just as it had been at supper, Dara was now faced with the awful reality of her wifely and motherly duties that needed to be performed. She was going to have to prepare breakfast for the men in her life, all while sporting a pleasant, cheerful smile, despite having been occupied literally all night long! There wasn't much time! Still naked and caked in dried cum, she needed to scrub herself clean of all the evidence of her debauchery. She also needed to get herself appropriately dressed and presentable for the men she treasured so dearly in her life.

Dara gathered all her strength and resolve to focus on what needed to be done, once again. Steeling her nerves, she crept out into the open basement, headed for the stairs. The door to the office was open, but the room was cloaked in blackness. The only light was coming from the computer monitors on David's desk. Dara took only a brief moment to look in that direction. It looked as if Tony had left his project up and running on David's computer. She glanced at the bold font header across the screen, "Brain Imagery Manipulation and Behavior Optimization." It sounded and looked vaguely familiar to Dara, but she couldn't place it. Beneath the header was a smaller box with what appeared to be another sub-program running, entitled "Subliminal Language Utility for Training." Dara shook her head. If only she knew computer code. It might as well have been Greek literature as far as she was concerned. She closed the door and moved on up the steps carefully. She was thankful that Tony had not stayed up all night, as she had. Otherwise, she'd have to explain her complete nudity and cum covered body as she walked by that open door.

At the top of the steps, she turned towards the kitchen, in order to make her way silently up the steps. Once again, Dara had to stifle a cry of surprise and despair by covering her mouth. The patio door was wide open, the alarm system totally disabled, curtains drawn to the side, letting in the full early rays of sunlight, cresting over the horizon. She tried to imagine how she could have been so reckless and so foolish to have let the house be so fully accessible, allowing anyone to enter with free will, unchallenged, uninterrupted, unannounced, and most importantly uninvited. The fact that the curtains were pulled open, allowing the neighboring households a voyeuristic glimpse at her naked body was also quite upsetting. Dara quickly closed the door, closed the curtains, and reset the alarm. The room, now cast in relative darkness and safety allowed Dara to breathe a sigh of relief. She stood stoically for a minute, 'How could I have been so stupid?' She chided herself mentally. As soon as she had reprimanded herself mentally, that other little voice immediately answered in her head. 'I've already traipsed outside totally naked. It's invigorating, knowing there's a possibility that someone's watching, seeing, you totally naked. It's kind of exciting, thinking there could be a stranger, or even better, maybe even Colin, lurking in the house, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to ravish this body once again.' Dara shuddered as the thoughts and images filled her brain. Her body shivered as the tiny bumps on her flesh renewed. Dara also realized a certain tingling sensation between her legs as the competing thoughts registered.

Pushing all that aside, Dara moved through the quiet household, up the carpeted steps and into the second floor hallway without a sound. With the greatest trepidation she could feel, Dara took each step carefully, quickly noting that she'd have to pass by Tony's open bedroom door, in order to make it to her own room. Step by step brought her closer to the open door, Dara not realizing she'd been holding her breath the entire time. Now at the side of the threshold, Dara wondered, 'Do I just run on by and risk letting him now see me totally naked, after already giving him a view of my pussy and ass earlier... or ... Do I peek in and see if he's awake and risk him catching me peeking in and then **** to explain why I'm not only peeking in, but why I'm totally naked?' Dara moaned silently, her brain hurting more and more as every minute of her life passed by. Once again, Dara heard that other little voice in her head, 'Life would be so much easier if I didn't have to think, if I didn't always have to make choices.'