Darlene Williams rolled over. The usual softness and clean smell of sheets on her bed wasn't there. She opened one eye and peeked through the tangle of her long, wavy hair. No wonder it didn't feel like her bed, it wasn't. The other eye opened quickly, so did her mouth.
White. All white. Like a blank piece of paper with nothing on it but her. Darlene rose to her hands and knees, shook her head, closed the blue eyes and opened them again. This time, as if she expected her first impressions to disappear, she reacted with shock. Yes, it was true. All white. A room with four walls, a ceiling, a firm but padded floor, all white.
Her hand came to her mouth as she gasped with confusion. The two blue eyes squinted with puzzlement. Again she shook her head to drive away the unfamiliar blankness and hope for a familiar sight to materialize. When she peeked out of her long-lashed eyelids it was all still there.
She touched the canvas-like floor with her hand, felt it, wondered where it came from-or, more important, what she was doing on it. Then slowly she crawled toward the flawless bleached wall and stretched a hand out to touch. It too was there. White, hard, uninterrupted by doors, windows, trim. Darlene's hand was shaking uncontrollably as she pulled it away. Why was she here?
Nothing made sense. She tried to remember entering the colorless room, tried to remember anything other than her name. When she crawled back to the center of the large room Darlene suddenly looked up. It was light, there had to be a light source somewhere. But there was no light bulb, no fixture which might have some brass, or even a plastic base which might be some color other than no color at all. Disappointment shadowed her face as she realized the whole ceiling was some kind of luminous light source… and white.
But Darlene's memory started to return, bits of information, facts fell haphazardly into place. Married, yes. To a man named… Ken, Ken Williams. A nice man. Two kids… a boy aged five and a sweet daughter aged three… Her hand came abruptly to her open mouth as she remembered Timmy and Leila. How were they? Where were they? Again Darlene screamed the-question in her mind, What am I doing here?
She crawled more frantically and this time didn't notice the white wall until her head banged solidly into it. Grabbing her aching brow she sat back on her haunches and grimaced. A slight curse came from the quivering lips.
Ignoring the throbbing pain in her head, she kept a shoulder against the wall and crawled around the confines of the square cell. All the while more and more bits of history came back to her. Ken, an electrical engineer. Their home, a beautiful ranch-type, three bedroom house in a clean, safe neighborhood with good schools. Where was it now?
She almost missed the slight crack in the wall, it was so tight. But Darlene's darting eyes were searching for any relief from the all-white, and subtle shadowing inside the crack suddenly became heaven. Pressing her face close to the razor-sharp edges on each side she tried to peer through… it was impossible. But she followed the grey pencil line up, then across, then back down. A doorway. She must have come through it.
"But how?" she screamed out loud.
The sound of her own voice made Darlene shiver with fear. She spun around like a frantic rabbit to make sure she was still alone. She was very alone, totally alone. With her long fingernails she once again traced the crack outlining the entranceway. There were no hinges, no indications which way the door should open. It was as if a solid block of white had been shoved inside the rectangular opening.
She dug her fingernails into the crack on one side and scratched, tugged, scraped fiercely to budge something, anything. Nothing gave way but two fingernails with a ripping snap.
"Uh!" Darlene cried as she cupped the damaged fingers in her other hand. Slowly she opened her hand and inspected the painful remains. Two well-cared for chunks of healthy nail hung loosely from their former place. One had busted so close to the finger that a bright red drop of blood now leaked from the pink skin.
She sucked the wound and let the ruined remnants of her fingernails fall to the floor. Then withdrawing the fingers from her lips she watched as more blood trickled into sight. At least it was a color, something to relieve her blinded vision. Then Darlene scratched at the doorway again, tried digging her fingers deep and forcing something to give.
She struggled for some minutes before dropping back in defeat. Her hands ached with fatigue but she did accomplish something. The pure white of the room was now destroyed, smears of smudged, red blood now marred the perfection… at least she would have no trouble finding the hidden doorway again.
As a small drop of blood fell from her finger and landed on more white she realized what she was wearing. The blood soaked into the fabric of the long flowing robe covering the full curves and healthy vitality of her body. It was white linen. It had a hood and was tied with a bow around her neck. She used the hand which wasn't bloody to feel her body below the fabric. That's when Darlene realized she was nude underneath.
The robe wasn't hers, she couldn't even remember getting into it. It was as strange to her as the room. Then with a flurry of panic she grabbed at her hair and pulled it in front of her face. The fear that it too was now white was quickly dispelled when she saw the familiar golden brown, the color of warm breakfast toast soaked with butter.
But whatever relief the comfort of her hair provided didn't last long. Darlene crumbled into a moaning heap on the canvas floor, totally disoriented, lost, confused. Realizing the blank walls of white told her everything she knew about her presence there-nothing.
"What am I doing here?" she screamed.
No answer. A silence as empty as the room. "Where am I?" she screamed again.
The smears of blood from the tom finger were now trailed from the walls around the doorway across the floor, spots dotted the expensive linen of her gown. But Darlene paid no attention, she was trying to avert the panic which threatened to well up from her groin and envelop everything. She had to think, try to remember, put the pieces in place.
She moved to the wall and rested against it while searching for the recollection of the last thing that had happened. What was it? When was it? Like the flash of a camera cube the face of Chuck filled her mind. Yes… Chuck… I was with Chuck, she said to herself.
Now all the memories of Chuck flooded her. His youthful, athletic body, the well-tanned flesh and hard muscles. His light, sun-bleached hair and twinkling eyes. And, oh yes, the flawless, straight teeth of pure… Darlene swallowed and closed her eyes… white.
She had met Chuck six months ago in the supermarket. He was holding a part-time job as a cashier which lasted less than two weeks. But those two weeks were more than enough time for them to realize they were destined for greater deeds than casual greetings over the check-out counter.
She found herself inventing groceries she needed just as an excuse to go to the market and see him. At first she was convinced it was nothing more than a fascination with his carefree, happy attitude. He was only two years younger than she, so she kept telling herself she wasn't searching for lost youth… after all she was only twenty-seven.
Twenty-seven and married and mother of two children. And she made a point of letting him know. Instead of dimming his wide, friendly smile it only made it more appealing. He wasn't about to be put off by mentions of husband and family, no way; in fact it seemed to make him more determined.
Compared to her husband, Ken, Chuck was excitement, laughter, romance. Ken was stability, work, security… none of the things dreams are made of. It wasn't that she didn't love Ken, she knew she did, But the opportunity for an afternoon of escape and thrills with this charming, handsome man was what her dreams were all about.
On the day Chuck announced he would no longer be working at the supermarket, Darlene almost cried. She stood across the checkout counter and felt suddenly numb, as if an opportunity were within her reach but not the courage to grab it. As he filled her bag with eggs, milk, a bunch of carrots, Chuck's face became serious.
"I won't miss this job much," he mumbled. "The only thing I regret is not being able to see you," The words dug deeper into her trembling heart and a sparkling tear trickled from her eye. "I'll miss you too," she managed to say. "Where will you go?"
"Me?" He shrugged. "Back where I was, I guess. Down on the beach until I find another job. I live down there with a couple of guys."
"Oh?" Darlene asked. She still couldn't find the courage to say what she felt.
"Yeah. Bean Cove, know where that is?" he asked.
Darlene nodded. "Yes, I used to go there when I was in high school."
"Have you been there lately?"
"No."
She saw him swallow, then smile. "During the week it's very empty, very private," he whispered.
"Oh," she mumbled. Her hands felt wet. Cold perspiration was on her forehead. "If you're there tomorrow at noon, I'll show you," Chuck added.
And that was it. Darlene took the morning to drop her son off at kindergarten and enroll her daughter in pre-school. By twelve noon she was sitting squarely in the center of the beach in the bikini swimsuit she hadn't worn for two years. She was nervous, appalled by the lack of color on her skin, but the skimpy bikini still fit well… at least she could be encouraged by that.
Her large, soft breasts bulged up with rounded meatiness from the snug confines of the halter top. The velvety mounds of inviting flesh were enough to reassure any woman and excite any man. But below the bountiful breasts was the belly of a girl who spent many years swimming. Flat, taut, not as firm as it was before the birth of the kids but still excellent. In fact Darlene knew her belly and hips were now even more attractive than before, they now held the… allure and subtleness of maturity, the glow of full womanhood.
She stretched out flat on her back and felt the sun warm her long, lithe legs, the curving grace of her neck, the suppleness of her arms.
"Hello."
He was standing at her feet with the sun at his back. Tall, gleaming with sun lotion, firm and dressed in the briefest of swimsuits. As he quietly sat beside her on the blanket Darlene's vision couldn't help but explore the thick tube inside the trunks. It was as she dreamed and prayed, a hose of promising length.
"I'm glad you came," he said.
"So am I," she answered.
There was nothing more to say. She was in his strong arms, feeling his happy tongue flick between her lips to touch her teeth, meet her tongue, dance ecstatically inside her. She stabbed the cool wetness of her tongue deep into the sucking of his mouth and they rolled together on the blanket.
The husky breadth of his thighs pressed against the heat of hers. She was enveloped by his embrace of arms and legs, the constant movement of his wet lips against hers. Then she felt the growing hardness of his heated cock pushing against the inside of her thigh. The increasing size of the tool against the tender flesh felt as if it would never stop: She thought he must be in great pain as the cock struggled against the tightness of the trunks until finally springing into an upright position.
She rolled her thigh against the welcome pecker, stroked at it, felt his hips grinding in closer to hers to bring the thickness of the cock-head up higher, closer to the burning wetness of her crotch. Darlene couldn't stand it; she shifted, drove her hips down in a frantic move to feel the hard shaft pressing against the screaming hunger of her cunt.
Once the cock was lodged against her crotch she sighed, it was good, stiff, big. She squirmed her hips up and ground the softness of her hungry cunt against it. Chuck pressed back and rolled his hips, the length of his inflamed meat moving up and down against her sweltering eagerness.
"Oh, God, I want you so bad!" she moaned.
Chuck's hips started to grind with a steady, insistent rhythm. It was obvious he wanted her too. His hands moved down from her shoulders and touched the heaving flesh of her tits. She inhaled as the fingers slid under the cups of the bikini top to push her sensitive nipples up to his sight.
"Kiss them, suck them, bite them… " she groaned.
Chuck's mouth came down on her rose-colored nipples and sucked at each one. She hoisted her torso up to mush the full meat against his pleasing mouth. Then he bit his sharp teeth into the delicate bud and Darlene cried, "Yes! That's it! Make me hard! Eat my tits!"
His teeth and lips worked without stop at each nipple until they were bright red and pointed into hard, saliva-coated peaks of burning passion. Sweat was covering their bodies under the hot sun. They slid against each other, his hips still driving the hardness of his cock into the welcoming spread of her thighs with sounds of their wet bodies sucking against each other.
He pushed her bikini top fully away so that her breasts were totally bared to his hands and mouth. As his teeth again started to roll each bursting nipple back and forth Darlene moved her hand down the powerful curve of his back until meeting the top of the trunks.
Her fingers tingled as she felt the full curves of his bare backside, fondled each round cheek like a fresh melon. She trailed a finger into the crack between and felt his thighs grow tense, his teeth bite hard, his hips pound with greater desire. He liked her fingers digging between his buns, it excited him. She went down deep, pushing the brief trunks off the hump of his backside, until touching against the loose skin of his scrotum. Now he was wild, plowing fiercely against her, chomping on her nipples like they were candy in the mouth of a young boy.
"Oh!" gasped Darlene. "I want your big cock inside me! I want to have it all!! Every bit of it!!"
She pushed his trunks well down his thighs and reached under his hips. The massive rod filled her hand as she clamped her sweaty fingers tightly around it. It was a beautiful cock, long, thick, hard as steel and with a widely flared head of purple-red. Darlene stroked it from top to bottom softly, felt the sleekness of the skin, the pounding fullness of the large veins, the softness of its nest of blond hair.
Chuck pressed his hand flat against her quivering belly and slid under the bikini bottoms. He never expected her to turn on so fast, to jump into his arms and cry for his cock like this. But he wasn't one to waste a great opportunity, or a great body like hers. His fingers touched into her soft strands of pubic hair and felt the moistness. She was like an oven at full heat, wet with greased moisture and constantly moving.
He pushed down until his fingertip touched the pulpy flesh surrounding her twat. She heaved upward and twisted at the same time. Words tried to come from her lips but all he heard was an anxious gurgle. His finger found the lips of her cunt and followed the path of greatest wetness.
"Yes… " she sighed as she felt his thick middle finger part her molten cunt open and slide inside. The delicate skin of her pussy was trembling, crying on fire with a flame only one kind of extinguisher can put out.
As he worked his finger deep into the sucking hole she grabbed the bikini bottoms and snipped them away. Once they were kicked out to the sand she spread her thighs wide and felt his fingers reach full depth and his thumb press against the begging hardness of her clitoris.
"Oh… It feels so good… on she sighed.
"I'll say."
Her hands went back to his cock and pumped rapidly on the reddened spike until his hips were thrashing, gyrating, trying to move between her thighs. She swung her hips under his body and he instantly fell on her. The thick end of his howling cock managed to part the outer lips of the cunt before it erupted with thick, sticky cream.
"In me! Shove it in me!" Darlene cried.
With a violent jerk of his hips Chuck slammed his cock far into the juicy hug of her churning cunt. She lifted up, grimaced with the sudden, stretching pain, pounded against him to get it all while it was creaming.
"God, I'm sorry," he moaned. "It's just that… "
"Shhhh… " Darlene whispered as her hips slowed and she comfortably worked her pussy up and down the long cock. She felt the semen trickling inside her, foaming, painting the walls of her still-hungry cunt.
"If we wait a while I can get it back up," he mumbled.
She looked up into his embarrassed face and smiled. A warm smile. He smiled back. Then she said, "Don't talk about getting it back up until it goes down. Chuck."
He laughed and felt her talented hips still working against him. His erect cock was working inside her, still up but not quite as hard as before. Then she pulled herself away from him until the thick cock head slid from the kiss of her pussy lips.
"Get on your back," she softly whispered.
He lay back and watched as she pushed her long hair to one side of her neck and lowered her face down over the red, smeared pole. She kissed the red tip which had lost much of the former flare. Then she licked up and down the beautiful pecker until all the sperm residue was scrubbed off and sucked into her mouth. After swallowing the delicacy down Darlene opened her lips and surrounded the pulpy cock-head.
Chuck was delirious. He never expected things to work out so well'… especially with some married housewife he met at that damned supermarket. He felt smug, happy, he had told her he was twenty-five… he'd only added three years. But it worked, now be bad a real woman, a mature woman, a mother, and a woman who liked to suck cocks!
That was the best part. Most the girls be knew from the beach were okay, they'd put out if you got them stoned or drunk at a party, some were real wild broads. But none of them ever had the gumption to drop right down and suck on his big cock. Not one. And now, here be was with a real knock-out and she had his cock in her mouth, come-covered, fresh from her cunt and all!
Darlene circled the spade-like head with her lips and gave it a firm suck until she felt the warmth returning. It was a nice young pecker and she knew it would take very little to firm it back up. She massaged across the tip with the flat of her tongue before pressing down. The growing cock-head filled her mouth and moved deep toward her throat. She knew she couldn't take the whole thing inside, so she settled for swirling her lips and tongue around it in a barber-pole fashion.
Chuck never felt anything so great in all his life. He thought he was going to come again, cream right inside her gulping mouth! But it was a false alarm, a definite sign though that he was ready once again.
Darlene was aware of it too. He was somewhat disappointed when she pulled her lips from his wet cock but didn't say anything. She straddled his well-toned body and, holding the cock upright with one hand, sat on it. The fat rod pressed into the still moist. Cream dripping pussy lips. They parted open and swallowed the cock with as much warmth as her mouth had.
She leaned forward and rested a hand on each of his smooth shoulders. They smiled at each other just as they did over the cheek-out counter. But Chuck was no longer stuffing eggs into a paper bag, he was filling her grocery basket with a piece of meat any butcher would be proud to display.
"You're so big," she said. "You feel good."
"You too," he answered. He never was much for conversation at such times.
"I can feel the flare of your glans robbing into me. The thickness of your head stretching me wide open, making me all wet and hot."
He lifted his hips up and gave her a deep plunge. She grimaced, then smiled, then ground her twat down hard on the plunging root. Her whole pussy was shaking around the column of muscular flesh, glorying with the deep, filling, cooking stick.
She humped up and down, first slowly, then rapidly. The meaty roundness of her rump was slapping down on his thighs, filling the air with the sounds of flesh beating against flesh. The thick knob was quickly exciting her, the whole dream of meeting a golden-fleshed young prince on the beach to have a secret afternoon of abandoned sex was coming true. And the best part, the most satisfying part was yet to come.
Chuck grabbed at the humping softness of her ass and stared at her breasts as they flopped up and down wildly. Her hair was whipping about her shoulders, sweat covered her lip and she closed her eyes. The woman was going insane on his cock! Loving to drop hard, take it all, stuff it up in there where it does the most good!
He squeezed her buns and slid a finger into the crack of her ass as she had done to him earlier. She bolted up and down fiercely, wormed his cock in and out, back and forth, banged like a crazed beast. Then he felt his cock quivering, felt the deep heat in his balls, the pressure in his loins and knew be was about to climax again. He tensed, tried to hold it back.
"No, don't!" she cried. "Relax! Let it come! Let it pump inside me! Fill me with your beautiful sperm!"
He relaxed but she clipped her cunt against him at an even faster rate. He knew he could never match her speed so he just held still with his cock inside her. She was handling the work for both of them.
She gulped for air the heat was unbearable, she was covered with sweat but knew it was now all worth it, The glow of satisfaction was now signaling inside her. A deeply intense, mysterious sensation of fullness; completeness, total ecstasy was taking her over. She held tight to his shoulders as the control over her own hips disappeared. Her body was now running itself and all she had to do was enjoy it.
Chuck jerked upward and tensed. She felt the eruption of his warm jism inside her. A thick gush of great volume pumped into her hole and' suddenly she was bursting with happiness. Her body wracked uncontrollably, spasms shuddered throughout her torso as the golden cock drove her into the realm of climax.
"Yes! Oh God! It's sooooo good!" she screeched.
"Uggggh!" He moaned as his cock spewed more and more cream inside her sucking cunt.
Her pussy was stuffed to the maximum with hard, cream-pumping cock and she knew this was the stuff dreams are made of. She had to struggle for breath as the ripples of extreme pleasure rumbled through her. She knew the dream of only one hidden meeting was now just that-a dream. The reality of it was she'd be a fool to limit this ecstasy to just one single afternoon.