Darlene felt more relaxed than ever. Wonderful. Warm and soothed. She hadn't felt so good since finding herself in the strange room of white. But now as she slept she dreamed about Ken, the tall, well-built Ken. The kind, pleasing man she was married to.
She stretched her warm body, inhaled with a sigh, enjoyed the splendid comfort tingling throughout her whole insides. He was always there now, in her dreams, in the back of her mind during waking hours, even inside the snug confines of her deepest pussy.
She could sense how his hands felt traveling across the uplifted mounds of her breasts, swirling about the nipples, caressing her tender belly. His mouth would taste her thighs, her hips, the fullness of her backside and the hidden deliciousness of her pleasantly surrounded openings. The man played no favorites, when he satisfied her he satisfied her everywhere, vagina, anus, mouth. Darlene only wished she had more openings into which he could slide that wonderful prick.
She rolled over and it felt almost as if his gentle hands were helping her, nudging her, guiding her. He was always at her side, a finger or tongue imbedded in her body somewhere, his hot cock knocking for entry somewhere else. She hummed with the pleasant memory of completely satisfying sexual intercourse, a smug, content sound deep in her throat.
She inhaled again and could almost smell his manly odor, hear his constant breathing and feel his hands as if they were a hundred impulses of pleasure cruising over the slopes of her body. She also smelled something like oil, or grease, something familiar, something to remind her of her children right after they were born… something to do with diapers.
Diapers? The deep sleep started to ebb, her mind tried to associate consciously the smell with diapers. Her brow furrowed, then it came to her and she relaxed. Yes, diapers, changing the baby with his bouncy little nub of.a penis and fatty rump, kicking bare legs in the air after the dirty diaper was taken away. Then what? Yes, the bits of red rash on his bottom, diaper rash. A soft smear of petroleum jelly was good for that, and baby usually giggled when he felt her rub it into his body.
Petroleum jelly? Darlene sniffed. That was it, the smell. The distinct, greasy, non-smell of petroleum jelly. A jelly also commonly used for other applications in adult life. For greasing up dried vaginas or oversized cocks so they could slide together with greater ease and pleasure.
She remembered the first time she used it and how crude it felt to stop the sexual activity, unscrew the lid from the jar, goo up the fingers and slather the thick gunk inside her pussy. Yes, it was crude, but worth it. Once the jelly was melted in their friction it was well worth it.
Petroleum jelly? Darlene's senses started to perk up, she felt her sleep falling away. The smell, it was there, it wasn't her imagination. Neither were the hands, the feeling he was now with her, caressing, stroking, massaging her so thoroughly! She gasped with alarm as her eyes opened.
The white room was now red, bright, illuminated, red and she stared into the face of Chuck. No! Not just Chuck! Three of him, all with different bodies but all with the leering grin on their immobile faces!
"No!" Darlene howled as she realized the three men who refused her pleasure were now back. Back while she slept, assaulting the loveliness of her body with their hands… and with liberal smears of petroleum jelly.
She rolled and kicked, tried to get up and run into the redness which seemed to stretch forever. But she slipped, her feet were coated with the grease, she fell and they were again around her, rubbing, sliding their hands all over, making the flesh of her body swell with heated excitement, bum for the ultimate pleasures she feared they would never oblige her crying torso with.
The next scream from her mouth was one word, "Ken!"
She felt a hand glide down between the cheeks of her ass and jab jelly across her anus, a thick pile of jelly which became trapped as the hand moved away, compressed inside the wonderful valley and starting to melt. She was covered, completely smeared with it. Her breasts and nipples shone like polished apples, her pussy appeared laminated below a quarter inch of it, she could even taste it.
"Help! Please leave me alone!" she sobbed. "Please, Ken, help me!"
It was useless to struggle, they had her surrounded like a greased pig at a rodeo trapped between three eager cowboys. Darlene saw no way out. She fell onto her stomach, hugged her breasts underneath her body, clamped the long, slim legs together and tried to bar all entrance. But a hand moved to her ass again, massaged the gentle meat, dug down between and pushed a finger into her anus.
She strained to keep it out but it was useless. The probe moved inside her with ease, it sank deep, twirled, filled her asshole with the jelly.
"Oh, God, nooooooo… " she moaned.
They were nude, all three had stiff erections, all three were rubbing her down, basting her body, preparing her for the oven like a roast turkey. And they were all red in the light, but she recognized the darker skin of the black man, then the thick cock of the other and the long prick of the third. It made her cry, she was now sure they meant to leave her with no sperm in her body, no climax to remember.
One was on her back, squirming, driving his cock between the cheeks of her ass. Darlene twisted, tried to roll him off. He did slide sideways and she bucked her ass up to shove him even further. His arms wrapped around the juicy slickness of her chest and breasts, and Darlene rolled with him.
One man, the one with the long cock instantly came down to face her as she lay on her side. Darlene was now sandwiched between the two demons, trapped. The man at her back now pushed, slid her struggling body up on top of the man in front of her. Then he mounted her from the rear again and she was pinned between, one on the bottom, one on the top.
The cocks came quickly. First she felt the spear-like head of the bottom man stabbing at her lubricated pussy. It made one jab, pulled away, thrust back directly into the pink lips and separated them like butter. The cock moved into her with no resistance, one deep, penetrating plummet of long, stiff cock straight inside.
"Uhhhhhh… " she whimpered. But it felt good, wonderful, a streamlined, sliding entry.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried with a touch more pain as the cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass made a dive into her anus. It was the thick one, the one which had the accident, the painful cock. It shoved inside her ass like a well-oiled piston to drive the firmness of her colon wide back. She could feel the brutal peg making her hole yawn and stretch even with the abundant coat of petroleum jelly.
As the man on the bottom sent his cock into her with deep, slow thrusts the man on top withdrew. Then as the cock filled her ass the one in her cunt backed out. There wasn't a moment without the fill of pleasant, gliding cock somewhere.
"Oh, my God… " she moaned as the impulses of ecstasy started to well inside her.
They were fucking her softly, gently, doing it slow to draw her fire up to greater and greater fever. Darlene no longer wanted to get away, all she wanted was for them to keep stroking, keep pumping, keep her hungry body stuffed with beautiful cock until she creamed her jelly all over theirs.
Hands were on each side of her head. Firm hands guiding her upward, tilting her back. Darlene stared into the very long, powerfully stiff cock of the third man. She glanced up at the grinning face, blinked, opened her mouth. The cock was covered with thick gobs of petroleum jelly, it looked distorted, macabre in the red lights… but it was a cock.
She kept her mouth and lips as open as she could as the man steered his pole inside. The grease filled her mouth, made her want to gag as it floated across the moistness of her tongue. She tried to keep from touching it but that was impossible, the cock kept coming until her mouth was stuffed to the brim with burning meat and muscle.
His knob-like cock-head went straight to the back of her throat and Darlene could feel the jelly easing down to her stomach. Another gag wrenched her but she managed a deep gasp of air through her nose and it passed. Now the" cock was pushing in and out, fucking her mouth like a cunt. A thick ring of frothed petroleum jelly formed around the rim of her stretched lips.
The frothed ring formed everywhere. Around the red skins of her cunt where the cock plunged in and out, it covered her vulva, smeared into her hair. Her asshole had the ring too, a ring of white cream which dripped downward to meet the ring at her cockfilled cunt.
Now she was complete. The three men worked in counter rhythm. As her mouth filled her cunt was emptied. When the cock-head dug into her throat the cock in her ass started to squeeze deep and as it hit full penetration the one in her cunt started in. A cock was constantly digging, constantly pulling, constantly readying for another plunge. Darlene didn't know where to begin, they all felt good but none of them was arousing her more than the others.
She couldn't groan or cry, all she could do was hum in her throat as the big cock moved in and out. She knew in time her guts would knot up and a trembling climax would make a bid for release, and she dreaded what would happen. To be so filled with cock to only have them drawn away at exactly the wrong moment was too much to bear!
Then they all paused, all pulled back and stopped. Darlene was confused, why were they stopping? She wasn't near a climax, nowhere near. Then they all plunged together. Darlene felt as if three fists were being jammed into her softness by powerful prizefighters. It was an abrupt, planned smashing of the cocks to send shock waves throughout her insides.
"MMMM!" she murmured around her mouthful of slamming cock.
The gentleness was gone. Now they assaulted her like crazed kids with their first girl. The cocks pounded, blasted, careened inside each of her holes with fury. The thick cock in her ass stretched her with punishing blows, the long cock in her cunt drove deep to strike her pelvic bone and send waves of stabbing pain upward.
The mighty pecker in her mouth now smashed back to her throat so hard she had to crane her neck and feel it plow down inside. The thick pubic hair of the man covered her nose, made her shut her eyes and behave like some soft doll made for the single purpose of fucking.
But the most painful thing of all was having her ass and cunt stuffed to the maximum both at the same time. She could feel how close the cocks were to each other as they probed into her, it felt as if they were trying to break through and join one another somewhere inside. Rip her tissues down and turn her anus and cunt into one massive receptacle for all three cocks to frolic in.
Her back arched as she was pounded from front and rear. It was like a vise of cocks cramming her tighter and tighter together! Was the man in front trying to plow a channel from her mouth back to meet his friends? Darlene's head was spinning, her whole body ached and cried with the triple assault. They were hitting her with ferocious, powerful thrusts yet she felt no pleasure, no burning passion.
But did they? That's what Darlene wanted to know. n one of them creamed inside her she knew it would turn her on, make her body tingle, her loins grow hot, her guts spill back with her own fluids. Then the cock in her mouth was withdrawn, taken away.
She stared at the tip of the cock, the gobs of petroleum jelly were gone. She swallowed and felt them inside her. Was this cock ready to climax? Was that why he pulled away? The dark-skinned man moved away, came to the side of her head and hoisted one leg over as if he was straddling a horse.
His knees settled beside the head of the man under her and his hard rump pressed down on her neck. Darlene was crushed down low, she strained to keep from touching the leering mask just below her face. Then she felt his hands in her hair and prayed he wasn't rubbing the jelly into it. He held tight and jerked back until her face turned up to look at the blank red wall on the other side of the room.
She felt his cock in her hair, felt his hands covering the stick, rubbing it with her golden-brown fur, fucking her hair like it was another opening to her body! Darlene wanted to shake her head, drive him off but she couldn't, he held her under the chin, forced her eyes up to the wall.
Then she understood why. The redness of the room dimmed, it became dark. The pictures started again. The first was the most painful, the smiling face of her mother.
"Ohhhhh… " she sobbed as she realized her mother was looking at her in the hands of these men.
Then her father, stern, rather out-of-fashion in his thin necktie and over-sized hat. He looked old, worn, tired and Darlene's heart swelled with the remorse of not being with him more often. Next the house was back, it looked the same, unchanged, unaltered, still in excellent shape even in her absence. She wanted to spit but could only draw up more and more of the petroleum jelly.
The picture of the cars made her whimper. There they were, side by side in the driveway, Ken's big car next to her little Mustang. The Mustang glimmered in the sun, sat there empty with no driver now that she was gone. The whimper came from her lips as she wondered whether or not Ken would find another driver for the Mustang, another woman to take her place.
"Leila!" she sobbed as the face of her daughter filled the wall. Little blue-eyed Leila with her pigtails and pug nose. Then came the boy, freckles, messed hair, a missing tooth in front and a frightened expression… he never did like having his picture taken. "Timothy!"
The pounding cocks were tearing her cunt and ass, smashing into her with the brutal force of machinery but she didn't feel it, didn't care. Her heart was pounding for only one thing, to get out of this place, to go to her children, her parents and hug them, never Jet them go or risk losing them.
The pictures started to flash now. First her mother, then father, then the house and so on. Suddenly she saw a blur between the familiar visions, a blur which took time between each flash to focus, each time more recognizable. It was Ken, dear, wonderful Ken. His face held everything together, made it all complete.
"Ken! Oh, Ken, I miss you sooooo much!" she sobbed. The cocks were gone and she was empty. But it didn't matter, she wasn't even conscious of them while they were there. The lights came back and she could feel them standing around her, probably exhausted, frustrated, angered by her refusal to become aroused. When her eyes fell on the pillow with the pink satin pillow case she sobbed again. It was in the comer, her only memento of the life that was. She started to crawl for it and finally realized how much her limbs ached. But before she could reach it the black man grabbed it.
"No!" she pleaded. "Please! No!"
He tossed it to the second man who pitched it over to the third. Darlene tried to get up but couldn't find the strength. "My pillow! Please give it to me! Please!" she groaned.
The man dropped it onto the floor at his feet and waited until she crawled close. As she reached for it he took her hair in his hands and jerked back. Her face came up, she automatically opened her mouth and understood what she must do to regain her pillow.
His thick cock filled her mouth as she swirled her tongue around the head and sucked. It tasted of jelly and the residue of her rump but she sucked hard and furiously to satisfy him. At all costs she had to protect the pillow under his large, crushing foot.
He drove his meat deep and hard, slammed it into her as she sucked and kissed every gliding inch. Then she pulled away and held the cock in her fists while sliding her tongue down to draw his balls inside her mouth. She stroked hard and sucked at each nut until it was saturated, then ran her tongue along the root and back up.
She engulfed the spike, traced her teeth along it, kissed the head and engulfed it again. This was the man who had climaxed the other day but now he seemed impossible to bring to a head. She shut her lips tight and forced the flared head between, gave it a taut, sucking entrance and felt its heat increase. That's it, she told herself, fuck his pecker with my lips.
She made a vacuum in her mouth and repeatedly squeezed the head of his cock in and out. It was growing, pulsating, getting closer- with each powerful pull of her lips. Then she felt him jerk, felt his bodily heat, and his hand jerked her face away from the purple-headed cock.
Before her eyes he kneeled down and directed the red shaft at the floor. With several frantic strokes of his hand he brought it to a climax, his rump tightened, he inhaled with pleasure and sent stream after stream of white, sticky jism into a puddle right at the center of the pink pillow.
"Ohhhhh… " Darlene groaned.
She wanted to kill him, to rip the cock right from his crotch and batter his face with it. But the next man was in place and she knew what would happen. She wrapped her defeated mouth around his long pecker and sucked. This was the cock from her cunt, it tasted of petroleum jelly too and had traces of her own flavor mixed along with it.
She tried the same approach as she did on the first man but it got nowhere. Then the cock insisted on jabbing deep into her throat, that's what he liked. Darlene twisted her head from side to side, rolled around the axle of his cock and felt the heat in his limb growing.
She cupped his nuts with her hand and rolled them between nimble fingers while revolving back and forth on his cock. It didn't take as long to work this man up as it did the first, in minutes she felt him push her back, felt the burning cock slide frantically out of her mouth.
He cut it close, he didn't even have to stroke his cock it spilled so quickly. His abundant sperm gushed onto the pillow and puddled with the first pool of jism. Then he was away and the black man took his place.
This was the cock already familiar with her mouth and he put it where he liked. Deep in her throat. Again Darlene's nose was covered with hair and her neck bulged with the great fill. She felt his hands on her head, they grabbed and started to pump her like a melon onto his cock. She had had this done to her before and it flooded back the memories of the horrible nights, or were they days, she had suffered in this room.
The cock pounded unmercifully and she realized that all the nights weren't horrible, just the nights with men wearing the damned masks of Chuck!
The cock flew from her lips and the man wrapped his hand around it. She watched with dazed vision as his hose blasted gush after gush of frothing, plentiful juice down to make the puddle of jism enormous. He finally rose to his feet and backed away. The pillow sat before Darlene like the silk pillow before a queen on her coronation day. But this one had no crown, just a puddle of jism.
She hoped she was finished with the disgusting men as she reached out to retrieve the pillow. At least there was sperm, at least she could rub it into her cunt after they left and enjoy that much of this dissatisfying sex.
As soon as her shaking fingers touched the satin pillow Darlene learned how wrong she was. The men all came forward, two grabbed her arms and pulled her away. She didn't fight, she just went limp and moaned, it wasn't over yet. The black man picked up the pillow and held it before his leering mask of Chuck as the others placed her in the center of the room.
The tall black man approached slowly, he reminded Darlene of the ring-bearer in a wedding, or the bishop carrying the crown to the waiting queen. He stopped in front of her and paused. Then slowly, deliberately he lifted the pillow up and brought it down on her head.
Darlene sat in stunned silence as she felt the large quantity of semen trickle through her hair, into her scalp, down across her ears and onto her shoulders. It smothered her beautiful hair, coated her like a cream rinse. Then the men walked from the room and left her with her pillow.