Darlene's eyes slowly opened, her hand came up to push the long hair from her face. She had been sleeping, a long, comfortable rest. She stretched, then remembered where she was… the room, the mysterious room. But now it was dark, pitch black, she could see nothing.
The memory of the man, that tall, muscular man who silently pleased her with his cock like no other. The man with the face of Ken. Her eyelids were still heavy and they closed, she breathed softly and rolled onto her.side. Then she felt the very soft caress on her leg.
"Ahhhh!" she cried while recoiling… Her senses were now at full alert but she could see nothing. "Who's there?" she asked to the darkness.
No answer. No movement. No sounds. "Or… what's there?" she fearfully asked. Rats, snakes, venomous, crawling beasts danced through her imagination as she sat trembling in the center of the room. But after long minutes of stillness she decided it was just that, imagination. Her nerves calmed and she gradually relaxed.
Her eyes were once again closing when the soft, gentle stroking started on her thigh. At first she didn't realize it was happening. The delicate caress was like a warm breeze, a summer wind blowing across the hot beach. But it grew stronger and moved across the thigh, inward.
"No! Who is it?" she screeched. This time she bolted up and dashed across the room. She hit the wall with full force and was thrown backwards into a sprawl.
Once again nothing moved, not even Darlene. She lay with her fingers in her mouth, her teeth chewing, trembling. She knew someone, something was in the room with her. But what? The man who was there earlier? The giant? He had done nothing to hurt her… As she thought about the man she became convinced it had to be him. And her mind wasn't that repulsed by his return.
This time the caress touched her neck and gently moved across her shoulder. She forced herself to hold still, to allow this touch to continue until just the right moment. The petting gracefully glided from her shoulder downward across the white linen gown, down to the outcropping of her right breast. Still, she didn't move, didn't react. It touched into the heaving flesh, the soft, downy meat of the breast, and paused. She then felt the pressure, like fingers squeezing into her firmness.
She was now convinced it was a man. She could hear his breathing, feel his fingers probing the velvet texture of the tit and cautiously moving toward her warm, waiting nipple. It felt good, mild, unthreatening as her nipple was squeezed between two fingers, rolled back and forth, heated into a quick firmness.
She grabbed out. It was a fast, grappling jump and it worked. She clamped onto an arm, the muscular, strong arm of a man-that man? He jerked away, pushed at her and disappeared. Suddenly she was left alone, the silence and emptiness were back.
"Hello?" she whispered. "I know you're there… Why don't you speak to me?"
A hand touched her cheek. She was at first startled by this obvious attempt at communication but didn't jump away. The hand disappeared for a moment, then returned to her shoulder. She let it lie there, slowly caressing, while she tried once again to make him speak.
"Can you talk? Can you tell me your name?" she whispered toward him.
The hand followed the same path as before. Slowly down from the shoulder to the rise of her still excited breast until finding the rubbery nipple and squeezing into it. Darlene gave her back a slight arch and eased the fullness of her ample tit into the groping hand. It squeezed with more firmness and instilled a tingling pleasure throughout her body. Another sign of communication, she thought.
She reached out slowly and touched what felt like a well-muscled shoulder. The hand on her breast stopped moving. She stroked his shoulder and tried to encourage the mystery man on, comfort him, relax him, possibly get him to speak. Just one word, anything.
His hand started to knead her breast again and Darlene explored the firmness of his shoulder and upper arm. But when she tried to reach up and touch his face her wrist was grabbed by his free hand and pulled away. Touching the face was forbidden.
"Who are you? What am I doing here?" she again whispered.
Nothing was said but her wrist was moved down, far down to his loins. When she felt the erect cock-head brush against the back of her hand a shiver of excitement overtook her. She moved her fingers into a thick, coarse pile of surrounding hair, then came up with a wrapping grip to encircle and hold the fine cock.
That's when she discovered this was not the same man. The cock was a large, stiff rod of hardness, one any man could be proud of and any woman desirous of, but it was not the cock of the man with Ken's face. The fear quickly returned to Darlene and she suddenly blurted, "Who are you?"
Her hand moved away from the hot pecker but the man again grabbed her wrist and forced it back. He obviously enjoyed her clinging touch. He held her hand there firmly and glided the long stick up and down inside her grip. Darlene squeezed, squeezed tight in an attempt to punish this stranger but it only made his undulations more rapid, more furious.
As she felt his hand lifting her gown up and sliding underneath to touch her thighs, rub into the softness of the flesh on her hips, she started to cry. Large, wet tears streamed down her shaking cheeks as she realized she was the captive of another unseen man.
"Please tell me why… why you're doing this?" she begged in a trembling whisper.
The hand slipped between her thighs and moved up to touch the silky hair of her crotch. She kept her legs tight together, tried to keep the hand from getting any closer to the tingling lips of her vagina. He pushed, forced his fingers down between the gentle fleshiness, stabbed at the delicate tissues surrounding her hole.
She bolted up and ran blindly away. This time her senses told her when to stop and she didn't hit the wall. She stood alone and still with her arms wrapped protectively about her and waited. She knew he would try to find her in the dark, roam about until touching her… then he would be much less gentle, much more insistent.
There was no sound of movement. Nothing. Her body was taken over by a series of racking tremors, she felt freezing cold one moment, burning hot the next. Still, she could hear and see nothing. After long minutes of waiting she heard the laughter. Soft at first, then louder. A familiar laugh, a mocking laugh, Ken's laugh!
"No! God, no!" she screamed m panic. Then he was on her, grabbing, feeling, forcing her down to the padded floor of the room.
"No!" she screeched while jamming her knee up at his crotch. She missed and lost her balance. The man shoved her and she collapsed backward, her head hit the wall with a thud. With reeling senses she tried to roll away, tried to crawl like a wounded animal away from the attacker.
He lunged onto her back and she fell flat. The hands were no longer kind as they tore underneath the long gown and cruelly grabbed at the tender meat of her ass. She could feel his fingers, his heavy breath, his smothering weight allover her. Then one hand jabbed into the crack of her ass and tried to dig far down to the deliciousness of her twat.
She kicked and tried to pinch him off but it was useless. Her strength was no match for his and his fingers found the warm wetness of her crotch. They were stabbing, poking, rubbing at the lips, trying to enter her and draw the flowing liquids down.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed and lashed back with her elbow. This time she hit something, his face. A dull whack sounded and he was off her. Darlene scrambled quickly to a safer part of the darkness.
As soon as she stopped to listen he was on her again. This time his anger was evident. He grabbed at her throat and shoved until she was flat on her back and he lodged his hips between her kicking legs. She tried to strike him with her fists but they seemed useless as his hips started grinding and the iron-hard feel of his excited cock grated powerfully between her open thighs.
With a tearing rip her garment was pulled up and she now felt the bare heat of the thrashing cock. His hands were making hard pulls at the top of the robe until another tear exposed her soft breasts to the fierce pinches and tight grabs of two strong hands.
The cock pounded at the lips and surrounding meat of her cunt unmercifully. Darlene tried to move her opening away each time the slim-headed shaft probed at it, she bit her tongue and managed to keep from crying out.
The pecker finally aroused the necessary moisture and with a ferocious lunge the man tore his cock into the half-lubricated slit. Darlene still didn't cry out as the cock struggled between her unwilling walls and muscled to deeper and deeper regions. At last a moan of futility escaped her lips as the cock hit the slickness far inside her.
He humped like a crazed beast until all the fight was drained from her body. He was in and to protect herself Darlene opened her thighs, gave him easy and complete room for movement in and out of her burning vagina. It was a deep-running cock of penetrating length but not as thick around as the other one. Darlene resigned herself to the fact she was getting fucked but still felt regret that it wasn't the wonderful cock she at first expected.
But it was an adequate tool for the job. As much as she tried to keep it from happening there was very little she could do. The man knew how to handle himself and how to incite the greatest pleasure inside a woman. He worked his meat deftly, speedily, touching against the walls to make them drain their lubrication, grating against her clitoris on the in-stroke to drive it into a frenzy. Darlene's breathing speeded, she could feel the insistent pound of her own pulse as it grew more and more excited.
Her legs wrapped around his hairy, strong ones and the tempo of his thrusts was soon picked up by her own hips. She lifted up, telling herself that it was for her own protection-let him have his way and do everything to climax him as soon as possible-twisted, welcomed the arousing glide of the expert cock.
His mouth was at her neck, she felt him licking, kissing, sucking. His fingers had turned the nipples on her swollen breasts into beads of redness. She inhaled deeply and gave her torso a grinding twist up and against his clinging body, and he moved his cock to the fullest depth with increased pressure.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed without really knowing it.
One hand moved down to cup the perspiration coated softness of her backside and lift each time he drove in. Her hands were now in constant motion, soothing his humping rear, rubbing up and down his spine, urging him on, begging for more and more of the thrilling pecker he so ably supplied…
"Yes… " she hissed. "Give it to me… give it all to me… it feels so wonderful… "
He hoisted her legs up and back so that they folded against her chest. The two meaty breasts squashed between and her cunt rose up high on the platform of her completely vulnerable crotch. The long, digging cock now had total freedom for the deepest penetration yet. She felt the stabbing pains of his healthy plows, the unforgettable pleasures of a Cock-head ramming to maximum depth.
"Uh! Uh! Uhf" she groaned each time the greased pole hit the furthest extremities. The constant, nonstop battering was driving her into a state of senseless frenzy, she was quivering, grabbing for breath with her mouth, gulping the air down and thrashing her head from side to side.
"So close! Yes! It's sooo good! I feel myself… so close…"
The cock was lifting her away from this prison and elevating her to a world of great bliss. The tingling sensations throughout her body were now all converging in one direction, speeding like the flames of a forest fire toward the center of her existence, toward her cock-stuffed cunt.
"Oh! I'm going… " she moaned.
She was close, extremely close. Three more of the deep-running strokes, two more, one more…
"Yes! Cream in me! Fill me up with your… "
Suddenly the cock was gone. As quickly as it forced itself into her it slid away to leave the most vacant, lonely feeling in her guts she ever experienced. The cool air made the lips of her vagina feel ice cold, the streams of moisture running down the globes of her ass felt like icicles. It was gone and the building climax was cruelly lost.
"No! Don't stop! Please!" She grabbed at his arms and dug her fingers into his abundant rump in an attempt to force the sweet cock back to her howling pussy. But he was away and strongly resisted her attempts.
"Oh, my God, please!" she moaned. "Please put it back and give me your cream…"
He rolled away from her outstretched body and left her alone on the floor. Her whimpers filled the room until she felt his hands on the back of her head. He had turned around and was forcing her head back, stretching her throat to full, straight openness.
When she felt the hot, slithering cock-head touch her lips she tried to roll her head to the side. He had too good of a hold and she knew struggle was useless against him. The wet knob pressed at her mouth, slid sideways across her cheek and came back. He tightened his stranglehold on her throat and tried again.
In hopes that cooperating with him might bring the cock back to her crying pussy Darlene opened her lips and felt the pulpy flesh of his cock-head slide between She licked at the rounded cap, tasted the juices of he; own cunt, allowed it to move inside until the tip of the glans was inside her kissing lips.
Then he plunged the cock deep without warning. It shoved across her tongue and gouged past her tonsils to the open stretch of her throat. She choked, gagged and tried to pull back but it was useless. The cock was going to go to maximum depth inside her mouth whether she wanted it or not.
She kept gagging and trying to gulp for air but he didn't seem to care. Then his hands held tight to her head and hair and started to jerk her close, push her away, jerk her back. The cock kept pulling and pushing inside the clasping wetness of her crammed-full throat.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh!" she moaned to beg for air but the man didn't stop.
He held her firmly and worked her head like a melon against his penetrating spike. With faster and faster movements he drove her sucking mouth against his heated, hard muscle until she was about to pass out. Then he clasped her head tight to his crotch and held the long hose at the deepest depth.
She knew he was going to climax, going to waste his cream inside her throat when she wanted it so badly inside the burning chasm of her neglected twat. Even in her half conscious state Darlene wanted to beg him to release his payload down where it belonged but all she could manage was a weak, "Uuuuuh… "
The cock made a jerking spasm and she felt the thick abundance of sticky, creamy jism smear into her throat. The frantic efforts for air were no longer of concern to her, more than breath she wanted sperm… but not in her mouth, in her cunt.
It spewed four plentiful streams inside her before slowly pulling out. As the cock-head trailed across her limp and exhausted tongue she could taste the tartness, the deliciousness of trickling jism. But that did nothing to fill the vacancy in her cunt which had been brought so close, so dreadfully close to happiness and fulfillment.
After the man lifted himself away from her Darlene noticed the room was again light. Not as bright as before but still light enough to see. Once again she followed the form of a male visitor from the feet up. The first thing she noticed this time was the whiteness of his skin, pale, never in the sun… and hairy, covered with curly black hair from the top of his feet up to his hard-looking, cruel shoulders.
His spent cock hung loosely between his legs over a low, lumpy sac of balls. The fullness of his pubic hair was great, it reached up in a thick line to his navel and seemed to spread like millions of ants across the developed muscles of his chest.
What took the greatest courage to look at was his face. She knew this wasn't the body of Ken, just as the other body wasn't his. She was dreadfully afraid that this face would be his. She didn't want that… never. She didn't want a man who would leave her crying and so empty, treat her so cruelly and heartlessly, to have the face of Ken.
But he stood waiting until she met his eyes. Finally Darlene swallowed away the residue of sperm in her mouth and looked up. It was the grinning face of Chuck.