I can feel the cloth cutting into my skin before the sound of threads being torn fills the blackness. I hear buttons hitting the hardwood floor and sense warm, moist, rapid breathing just in front of me as the tattered remains of my blouse fall away from me. A hand grabs the front of my bra and pulls. The metal clasp stabs into my back before yielding to the powerful strength being applied to it and my bra joins the blouse somewhere on the floor.

I have always loved the darkness. Mother tells the story that as an infant I would always cry at night when they put me down to bed. It got so no one was getting any sleep and Mother would lay on the floor next to my crib, but still I would cry, until one night the bulb in the little lamp they left on in the corner burnt out. Mother was on the floor and as soon as the darkness hit she swears I stopped crying immediately. From that night on, in the darkness, I slept through the night.

A set of enormous arms encircle my body, pulling me forcibly against a well muscled body. A mouth engulfs my mouth, licking and biting my lips. A snakelike tongue strikes without warning, and bursts into my mouth, flicking and licking everywhere. It is so long I believe I can swallow it. Meanwhile two powerful hands are grasping my bottom through my slacks and lifting me off the floor as the mouth and tongue ravage my own.

As a two year old I would set up my Barbie table and chairs in a storage closet and shut the door. The only light would come from the crack under the door and I would do my best to stuff my security blanket in that crack to block the light. Once that was done Barbie and I would sit for hours having our tea party. Mother thought it a bit odd but Dad thought it was cute.

The hands set me down and move away from my ass, slide up my torso, and roughly capture each of my breasts in their grip. I have nice size breasts, full, round, and still somewhat firm considering I have had a child, yet these hands surround them as if they are tennis balls. The hands begin to handle my breasts, squeezing, kneading, pulling on them. The touch is so different from the gentleness that I like yet I can feel an effect beginning deep inside me as the hands continue to touch me.

My imaginary friend showed up one night, in the darkness of course, when I was 5 years old. Neither boy or girl at the time, just my friend. I called it JJ. JJ stayed under my bed, protecting me at night it said. Often times I would crawl under the bed and talk with JJ after the lights were off. I invited JJ out to play with me during the day but JJ said no.

"Things aren't always as they appear in the light of day" JJ would say, "But in the darkness we can only be our truest self."

The mouth leaves mine and the snakelike tongue slivers down my jaw and across my neck, dipping down my upper chest, and through my cleavage. The hands push my breasts firmly together and the tongue rapidly swipes across both nipples before the mouth clamps down, capturing both nipples within it's moistness . The tongue is flicking back and forth between nipples and I feel them grow erect under the assault. The mouth finds this pleasing and gently bites first one nipple, then the other. I can feel my pussy moisten.

I went to my first girl scout campout when I was 10. During the afternoon most of the girls were laughing and playing. I was a little bit intimidated by the crowd and played mostly by myself. That night was overcast and when the campfires went out many of the girls became frightened and started to cry. Not I. I walked outside in the darkness knowing JJ would protect me. The other girls in my tent could not believe I was so brave. I wasn't brave, I was comfortable in my element.

The mouth moves away from my breasts as the hands return to fondle them some more. The tongue licks down my stomach as I notice a lowering movement in front of me. The tongue darts in my belly button for a moment then heads down again until it reaches the top of my slacks. The hands leave my breasts and are at the button at the front of my slacks. They unbutton it and grasp the tab to the zipper and slowly begin to unzip the slacks. I can hear each metal tab as it separates from the next one until the slacks are completely loosened. The hands grab the slacks on each side and slowly pull them down, over my hips, down my thighs, freeing my knees, before finally off my calves. I reach down in the darkness and grab a shoulder for balance, and lift each foot as they are removed from my body. I feel a face rest against my panty covered mound.

I was in my teens when, in the darkness of my room at night, I began to explore my ripening body. I was amazed at how good it felt to rub my budding breasts and how touching my nipples would cause a tingling lower in my body as well. One night I could hear JJ under the bed encouraging me on as I worked up the courage to slide my hand down inside my cotton pajama bottoms , between my legs, and into the wetness. The feeling was fantastic and it became an every night occurrence. It took a couple of months then one night as I rubbed through the wetness I felt a pressure building, the more I rubbed the greater the pressure, until my first climax shot through my body.

The room was pitch black so the sense of sight was useless yet the other senses were working overtime. I can clearly hear two sets of labored breathing, one of which is my own. I can still taste the tongue that had been in my mouth and licked my nipples. I could smell the sweet, pungent odor of my arousal floating up from between my legs and I can feel the softness of skin as it nuzzles me through my panties. Calm for the moment I rest my hands on broad shoulders. Once again I feel hands cup my ass briefly, before they grab the underwear and tear my panties from me like rotted tape. Now completely exposed I feel the tongue snake move downward.

It was almost midnight when I finally got the car packed and left home for college. My mother and father wanted me to wait until morning and leave but I was anxious to go and left in the darkness and fog. I was the only car on the lonely two lane back road, my headlights struggling to cut through the soupy night when suddenly the image was right in front of me. I swerved to miss it. I woke up two days later with a concussion. The Highway Patrol report attributed the accident to driver fatigue.

The tongue slides between my dripping lips and into my pussy. It is as firm as any erection and longer than most that I have had. Suddenly it begins to hum like a vibrator. Electricity shoots through me and I scream as a climax rips my pussy like a wrecking ball through tissue paper. I feel one hand slide over my ass and a finger push inside just as another orgasm erupts like a volcano, spewing my hot molten juices across the face between my legs.

When I first met my husband and later married him he never understood why I always wanted to make love with the light on. One night there was a bad storm and the power went out. He rolled over and started playing with my breasts and pushing his hand into my panties. I asked him repeatedly to stop but that just made him more determined. He said he was getting up to use the bathroom and when he got back he was going to do me until I beg for mercy. He never was quite sure what he tripped on but the cast was on for 8 weeks.

Just as the second climax ends I am flipped over on my back. Hands guide my legs up and over a set of broad shoulders and a massive dick pistons into my wetness. It is jackhammering into me at an unbelievable rate. Climax after climax tear through me, driving me insane with pleasure. I hear a low growl and somehow the pace is even faster. Suddenly a animal like noise is ringing in my ears and scalding hot cum is shooting deep into my womb. At first I think I am burning up from the inside but then the scalding heat turns to searing pleasure and orgasm once again overtakes my body until I pass out.

I awaken from a deep slumber with the smell of bacon frying and fresh coffee brewing. I put on my robe and house shoes and walked to the kitchen. My husband is at the stove and our 5 year old daughter is sitting at the table.

"Our little Pumpkin says she got scared last night in the dark"

I ask her why, she hasn't been afraid of the dark in months.

"I know, but when I woke up last night JJ wasn't under the bed like normal, but he did come back later."

My husband looked at me and rolled his eyes in amusement. Something was in my house shoe and I reached down and pulled it off. The sound of the button hitting the tile went unnoticed by my husband but it echoed through the darkness of truth in my life.

Hey Silk this is an intriguing and compelling story that had me grinning too (8 weeks in a cast, really Silk!), I love the structure as well. Looking forward to more from you.