++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The Darkwater Collection++++++++++++++++++++++
This is an original work by Lance DeLonge and cannot be copied or reposted without permission of the author (Cirkusfish@Yahoo.com). If posted to news group or yahoo group, be sure to include author's name, email, and website address.
Darkwaters : The Erotic Fiction of Lance DeLonge
-this story and more, plus poems, pics, and links to tons of free erotica.
Note: this story takes place in a fantasy world where vaccines against AIDS and pregnancy are safe and common, and casual sex with strangers is not suicidally stupid. The real world, sadly, is not like this: so don't try this at home, kids.
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A
s I stood watching the rain fall in sheet after sheet of cold
water, the lightning of the thunder storm danced in the sky with
the thunder. These spring thunder storms were always impressive,
unfortunately my driver's ed class happened to be on the other
side of the parking lot. I knew I only had a few minutes to
get to the portable, and if I didn't get going I was going to be
tardy- again. I gathered all my nerve and dashed out into
the storm, and my body was instantly soaked, the water as thick
as the water in a pool. I ran full speed to the portable,
crossing the teacher's parking lot and running across the driving
track. I could see the inviting lights inside the portable,
and concentrated of getting inside the dry shelter, away from the
rain.
As I scrambled up the steps and twisted open the knob, I
literally threw my self inside, thankful to be inside. I
checked my clothes, almost every inch was soaked and apparently
the air conditioner inside the portable was on full blast, and as
soon as I got inside I was instantly blasted with Arctic
temperature air. I shivered for a second and looked around.
I saw no one. I cursed my self for being stupid enough to
think that they would have class way out here on such a bad day.
I glanced around the room once more, this time seeing a head peak
up behind the farthest row of desks.
"Hey," a sweet voice sang out, "Still raining,
huh?"
"Yea," I answered, walking over towards where I saw the
head. I recognized the voice immediately. It was Mary
Anne Harkey, a very tall, but stunningly beautiful girl in my
class. When I reached the row, I found her sitting with two
girls from the other class we share the portable with. I
had known both before in elementary and had had a crush on one,
and actually still did.
Christine raised her hand in greeting and gave a little smile,
Jennifer doing the same. Christine Salamone had been in my
class in fifth grade, and I had the biggest crush on her, but
never found the courage to do anything about it. She had
gorgeous shoulder length light brown hair that gave the
impression o f pure silk, making any man feel the need to run his
fingers through it, and the most wondrous blue eyes I had ever
seen. She was dressed in a brown flowered cotton sun dress
that, even though it fit a little big, still managed to show her
sensuous body. And she did have one. She had joined
the flag team when she got to high school, and her body showed
clearly that she was in shape. Her breasts were average
sized, but her legs were perfectly sculpted, curving up
flawlessly to her tight round ass. The dress had gotten a
little wet, and Chrissy had the sleeves pulled low around her
shoulders to allow them to dry. She had a beautiful face
with sharp, graceful features, and her lips were thin and
always seemed to have a pink glow to them. I had often
imagined kissing them for hours on end, or having them wrapped
around my long, hard cock. But I eventually resided my self
to giving up the dream, knowing the only way I would ever have Chrissy
was in my dreams. Since elementary school, I hadn't
really seen her much except on the bus in middle school when she
was with her friends Jennifer Stripland, who had almost the
opposite features of her friend. Jennifer had long, curly
dark brown hair and eyes, but her body still had the flawless
appearance of Chrissy's. She was dressed in her usual tight
blue jeans and white T-shirt, which too had gotten wet and her
small white bra shown through like her shirt were made of
cellophane. Her breasts were slightly larger than Chrissy's,
and the strain on her bra was visible, even through the shirt.
Mary Anne, on the other hand, was about six foot three, and
played for the high school basketball team. She had curly
brown hair and green eyes, and her body was lean and shapely.
Her face was pretty, with the exception of a nose slightly too
big for her thin face. But it really didn't matter. Her
assigned seat was in front of me in class, and I often found my
self fantasizing about this tall, dark girl, and imagining us
wrapped in deep passion. Her black short sleeved sweater
seemed to be the only thing on her that didn't get wet. Her
blue jeans shorts were a shade darker and her hair was soaked and
hanging in her face in strings. Her soaked leather sandals
were sitting by her side, and she sat Indian style, her large
feet curled up on her very long legs.
"Sit down," Mary Anne invited, "we're just waiting
out the storm."
I accepted her invitation, and gladly sat down among the three
beautiful girls, desperately trying to hide my nervousness, but
only succeeding in making it worse. Christine glanced at me
from time to time as I sat there listening to the three talk.
A slight smile came over her face and she leaned over, whispering
in Jennifer's ear. Jennifer smiled too, and gave a little
nod.
"Hey," Christine said suddenly, "want to play a
game."
"Sure" I answered, glad to be included in any way.
"How about 'Truth or Dare'?" she asked.
"Okay," I figured. Who knows what might come of
this I told myself. I might finally end up getting to kiss
my crush after all.
"I'll start," Jennifer exclaimed, "Matt, truth or
dare?"
"Truth, " I decided.
"Have you ever liked any one here?" she asked
unabashed.
"Yes," I admitted.
"Who?" Mary Anne asked.
"I answered my question," I said, wanting to answer,
but fearing ridicule.
"Okay," Mary Anne relinquished, "Truth or
dare?"
"Dare," I choose this time, not wanting to admit my
crush on Christine.
" You have to . . . " Mary Anne began, looking at
Jennifer and smiling, "kiss Jennifer."
I looked over at Jennifer, and she looked at me, obviously
waiting to see what I'd do. I got up and reluctantly walked
over to her.
"It can't be just a peck on the cheek," Christine
announced, "It's got to be good."
I nodded my head and touched my lips to Jennifer's, instantly
feeling a rush of burning passion seep into my blood stream as
Jennifer's tongue slipped into my mouth, caressing my tongue, and
making a noticeable bulge in my pants. I hadn't expected
such a passionate kiss from her, and I gasp in surprise. We
kissed for a few moments more, and when we finally parted, I
found myself breathless. Christine and Mary Anne were
staring at me, a smug smile on both of their faces, and the smile
that Jennifer had on her face was anything but smug.
"My turn," I announced, turning my head to look at
Christine, "Truth of dare?"
"Truth." she answered calmly. Her face looked so
beautiful in the dim light of the portable that I found it hard
to look away, mesmerized by her pure eyes and innocent face.
"Do any of you here like me?" I asked, hoping for some
glimmer in her eye that she did.
"Yes," she admitted, but her face didn't show one
change. Then she smiled, knowing it was her turn to ask a
question. "Truth or dare?" her flawless lips
pronounced.
The game went around the circle a couple of times, and I couldn't
wait for my turn again. I needed to find out who liked me.
I was attracted to everyone there, and I really didn't care which
one it was, but if it was Christine. . .
"Dare," I answered when the game finally got to me.
It was
Chrissy's turn to ask me, and a devilish smile
appeared on her face as I said my answer.
"Good," she said, "You have already kissed
Jennifer, now kiss Mary Anne and me, and if you can guess
which one of us likes you, you can do anything you want to that
person."
My mouth dropped. I could not believe what she had just
said. "What?" I mumbled, my whole body paralyzed
in shock from the proposition. The other two girls looked
at Christine inquisitively, wondering what brought that on.
But their faces didn't show disgust or rejection.
"You heard me," she said.
I could not believe what the girl I had had a crush on for so
long had just said to me. I never expected it to come from her,
she always seemed so quiet and demure. But of course, I
wouldn't turn it down.
"What happens if I'm wrong?" I asked hoarsely.
"You will become our slave. You will do anything we
say, even if we make you strip and masturbate in front of
us," she said simply, as if it were the most natural thing
in the would.
"Alight," I said, not sure how this would help them.
Hell, I was about ready to whip it out anyway.
Mary Anne was sitting next to me, and as I turned my head towards
her, her lips touched mine, and the heat between them could have
melted steel. Her lips were strong but soft, and she
wrapped her arms around my neck as she wrapped her lips around
mine. Her tongue slipped through my lips, invading my mouth
with it's strong slickness, and wrestled with mine like two
fighters in a prize match.
Her's was strong, and as we
embraced, I found my self submitting to her. It was not a
shameful surrender, but sweet and natural, and I was engrossed in
her totally. My hands roamed free across her long body, and
held her to me while her hands danced through my hair, stroking it's
short strands.
We parted slowly, inhaling each others sweet heavy breath,
gasping for air like two long distance runners. Her kiss
was so sweet, Mary Anne had to be the one who liked me. I
looked over at Christine and Jennifer. Their mouths hung
open in wonder.
"I want another turn," Jennifer whispered.
"Me too," Mary Anne smiled, sitting back down where she
had been before.
"I don't know if I can compete with that," Chrissy said
shyly standing up, " but I can try."
She pulled me to my feet, and wrapped her arms around my neck.
Her skin felt like lightning as she pressed her body to mine.
This is all I had ever wanted since I had met her in fifth grade,
and the butterflies in my stomach were fluttering up as if
someone had walked through their field and sent them into a mass
frenzy. As I looked deep into her crystal blue eyes, I
could feel my bulge pressing into Chrissy's perfect form, and I
had never felt more turned on or embarrassed at the same time.
Her eyes slowly closed, her lips reaching for mine.
This was the moment I had only dreamed was possible, and as our
lips closed on each other, my heart beat with the passion of
every love ever created by man. Kissing Christine was like
kissing a goddess, soft and sweet, and my lips burned with swirls
of passionate fire that I could not put out. Our lips
twisted together perfectly, and the love that emanated from our
embrace was every thing I had imagined possible, but more. Her
lips were as sweet as the richest chocolate ever created, and I
felt as if I could live off of them forever. Our kiss seemed to
go on and on, yet I never wanted it to never end. As our
mouths worked against each other, it seemed that they were
working for each other, like the honey bee and the flower,
each needing the other in order to survive. I held her body
tightly to me as we parted, each gasping for air and reveling in
the others damp breath.
"It's you, isn't it?" I questioned breathlessly,
whispering my one hope and praying it was. The way Mary
Anne and Jennifer kissed, I could see that they possibly liked
me, but the connection that Chrissy and I made during our embrace
left me with no question.
"Yes," Christine admitted, "I have since I met
you."
"Ever since fifth grade," I mumbled as Christine nodded
slowly. I couldn't believe I had gone all this time
watching her from a distance, and never thinking that she might
feel the same about me. I was stunned, and I couldn't do
anything but just look into her eyes.
"A deal's a deal," she said whisperly, "what would
you like to do?"
I leaned forward and kissed her soft, pink lips again, and she
accepted me fully, kissing back with the pent up lust of seven
years.
Kissing her felt
so right, and I couldn't do any thing but revel in her sweet
taste, enjoying what it finally felt like to hold her against me,
her warm form rubbing sensously against mine, her delicate
breasts rubbing up and down my body. She could surely feel
my lust for her, my cock was hard and hot, begging to get out.
She pulled away slowly, breathless. I found that my breath,
too, was gone.
"That was good," Chrissy exclaimed softly, "but I kinda
had something else in mind."
"Like what?" I questioned, noticing the mischievous
look that over took her face. Christine reached around her
back, undoing the zipper on her dark sun dress. Slowly,
almost mystically she pulled it from her shoulders, allowing the
light fabric garment to fall into a pool around her feet, leaving
only her silky bra and French cut black panties covering her
magnificent body.
My eyes spread wide open, and I gasp at the nearly nude form in
front of me. Christine smiled as she wrapped her arms
around my neck and kissed me lightly. "Get the
idea?" she questioned.
"Oh yea," I moaned. Christine looked like what
one would think of as human perfection. Every inch of her
screamed femininity, and I felt all logic vanish in my mind as I
felt her bare body against mine.
Christine took my hand and led me to the center of the room.
She beckoned for me to join her as she lowered her self to the
floor, her exquisite legs bending and inviting me to touch, to
taste. I longed to do so. What I was feeling was
crazy. If anyone had told me thirty minutes ago that I
would be laying naked with Christine Salamone ever I would have
called them insane. But my mind rushed, and I could feel my
masculinity pressing against my pants, hard and ready for her.
Feverishly I kissed Christine, covering her neck and face with
the embraces of passion's slave, and my hands roamed free across
her body as she gasp, approving every move I made. My hands
blindly caressed her back, feeling her soft strength and her
delicate, fiery skin as mine ignited with every touch she gave
me. Feverishly she yanked off my T-shirt, revealing my
bare, muscular chest. She sighed as she caressed it with
her hands, her luxurious fingers trailed her fiery tips across
me. She lifted her self slightly, taking my nipple into her
mouth, searing me with her blistering tongue and sending shock
wave of pleasure coursing through out my body. I groaned
her name as she switched nipples. I had never had so much
pleasure from my nipples, and I held her head up gently to my
chest with approval.
As she gave her final few flicks, she slowly lowered herself back
to the elevated floor of the portable, a smug look on her face.
I decided to return the favor, and eased her bra clasp from
between her swelling tits, pulling each side off, and staring in
wonderment as I revealed her twin mams, each glowing with the
fiery lust growing from inside their owner. I lowered my
mouth over one of her duel cherry colored tips, taking my first
taste of Christine's beautiful body. She was sweet beyond
words and I groaned as I thoroughly pleasured my gorgeous new
mistress. Christine purred beneath me, obviously enjoying
the intimate attention I was showing her. I made sure not
to neglect the other one before making my way down, caressing her
pliant belly as my hands slid down her smooth, flawless legs.
I purposely avoided her panties, a move Christine did not care
for at all. Her hands pulled my head up towards her apex as
my tongue danced across her thighs. I slowly complied,
moving my hands up and tugging at the thin elastic of her black
underwear. She helped, pushing down her panties, urging my
resisting hands to hurry up and remove the only clothing she had
left. I gave in, pulling her ebony silkies off her long,
tanned legs. For a moment I looked at her in awe, her now
nude body stretched out before me. I had only fantasized
about this moment, and now as it actually happened, I couldn't
help but pray that it wasn't just another dream. But as her
hands reached out and caressed my face, I knew it wasn't, and if
I could only make it last forever, I would be forever happy.
I lowered my head, my mouth brushing briefly with her brown
glistening hairs. I could smell her excitement, and I
desperately wanted to know how she tasted. But I wanted to
tease her a little first, make it so she would never forget how I
drove her out of her mind before taking her over the edge. And
that is precisely what I did.
My thirsty tongue reached out, cutting through Christine's
bristly hairs and licked her delicate lips, tasting her precious
lube that even now leaked from within the sacred part of her.
Christine groaned as I eased my fingers in to her bubbling cunt,
first one, then two, and finally squeezing three as my tongue
danced along her pulsating opening. My fingers slid into
her slick pussy like well oiled pistons, heightening Christine's
ecstasy and causing more and more passionate cries to escape her
mouth, her hands holding my head between her legs as my fingers
shimmied in and out of her crammed cunt. I brought
Christine to the point of explosion, only to stop suddenly and
slowly withdrawal my fingers. I meticulously licked each
finger clean of Christine's sweet lube as she watched, so
horney
,
she was ready to come from only the slightest touch. I
replaced my fingers with my tongue, clamping my mouth fully on
hers, my tongue sinking into her tasty hot sex pot, and stirring
slowly, making Christine growl as I teased her mercilessly.
My tongue danced around her small clit, flicking it cruelly as
Christine writhed in pleasure beneath me. I brought her to
the edge so many times, only to leave her hanging on the edge as
I continued to torture her. When finally I decided she had
had enough, I snaked my slick, rough tongue deep inside her,
feeling her hot, gentle flesh surround my muscle once again.
"Please," she begged, "finish me, please"
I complied, slowly beginning to tongue fuck her flooded shaft.
Christine cried out, the force of her post-poned climax building
beyond her limits as I finally pushed her over the edge. I
watched, spell bound, as my crush for seven years came, her sharp
features expressing her immense ecstasy as her orgasm surged
against her, melting her nerves and searing her mind with the
unparalleled rapture of pure sexual release. She screamed
my name, her sensuous lips curled in the overwhelming feeling
only a lover knows. her climax seemed to go on and on as I
dug deeper and deeper into her delicious pussy, her juices
flooding forth like a giant internal dam bursting, shooting it's
honey into my mouth were I greedily swallowed every drop.
After seeming minutes of her acidic climax, Christine slumped to
the floor, gasping for air. The look of satisfaction on her
face was only edged out by the look of ever-present lust that
soon replaced it.
"That was amazing" she said breathlessly, her chest
still heaving from the tremendous strain. Her eyes rolled
back in her head as she lowered it down again. She soon
recovered, and propped her self up as that same mischievous look
came over her sharp face.
Christine's hands ran up the length of my legs, caressing my
belly and chest as her body molded to mine. She wrapped her
arms around me seductively, one hand slipping to the belt on my
jeans. Quickly and precisely she had my belt undone and my
zipper down. She smiled as I stood up, her hands pulling
down the last of my clothing. Within moments I was standing
nude before my crush, my dick standing at full attention, harder
than it had ever been. I could not believe what was
happening. Christine's delicate hand curled around my
prick, surprisingly strong for it's beautiful thin appearance.
Her hours of flag twirling gave her an amazing grip, and my knees
weakened as she stroked my cock, her satin soft skin rubbing the
length of my love sausage. Her smile only got broader as I
propped myself up on one of the desks, trying desperately to not
collapse from the immense pleasure.
"Damn, I'm gonna love this," she said aloud, oblivious
that she had said it aloud. She sensously lowered her self
to her knees, her soft feminine hand griping my pulsing prick
tightly. Slowly I watched as she slid her hand up and down
my long, solid shaft.
"You have a beautiful cock," she said innocently,
"does it taste as good as it looks?"
I shrugged my shoulders as she began to lick my excited
dick, her slick red tongue stroking every spot just right, making
me groan with the immense pleasure of the act. The feelings
emanating from my swelling prick were phenomenal, and my eyes
closed in instinctive reflex as Christine deep throated my cock,
sliding it deep into her mouth until my head hit bottom. I
forced my eyes open as it slid back out of her throat, a shiny,
slick coat of Christine's saliva coating it and only fueling my
overwhelming desire for this girl. She smiled wickedly as
she sucked me, sucking me in as deep as she could, lubing up my
rock like prick and wrapping her snake-like tongue around it.
My knees buckled under the heavy strain, and I collapsed against
the nearest desk, Chrissy's vacuous mouth never leaving my
protruding rod as I slid slowly to the floor. Her small,
delicate hands caressed my nuts, only adding to my desperation as
I watched in awe as her beautiful lips rode my shaft up and down,
licking the most sensitive places as if it were second nature to
her.
Mary Anne and Jennifer watched in amazement as their close friend
sucked me off, their eyes wandering along my body, always coming
back to Chrissy's desperate blow. Mary Anne had undone the
front of her jeans shorts and had one hand buried within her
cream colored panties, pleasuring herself as Christine pleasured
me. My face twitched with the ecstasy Chrissy exuded on me,
and with in moments I was ready to shoot. As my orgasm
approached, I gasp heavily, petting Chrissy's golden brown hair
as she sucked away all restraint in me. I began to buck
uncontrollably, my cock sliding into her mouth, her sharp white
teeth nipping every so often, only adding to my desperation.
Only minutes ago my biggest hope was to just kiss this goddess of
a girl. I hadn't ever in my wildest dreams expected that I
would soon be coming in her mouth. But as time ticked by, I
was slowly broken down, and groaned her name aloud.
"Uhhh, Chrissy, I'm coming, I'm. . . uhhh. . . coming!"
I cried, and she just sucked harder until I couldn't hold back
anymore. I shot my load into her mouth, while wave after
wave of painful pleasure surged against me, forcing me to cry out
in rapture and shoot spasm after spasm of cum into my crush's
dainty mouth.
I fell back on the standard school board blue carpeting, dazed
after what had just happened. Chrissy savored my cum with obvious
pleasure before swallowing it. A small amount of my cum had
spilled onto her chin and I leaned over and licked the small
stream up, kissing her lips once again and smiling a purely
horney
smile. Despite my mind-blowing orgasm, I was still bothered
enough to take on all three of them. She kissed me back,
wrapping her arms around my back and plunging her tongue deep
into my mouth. Our tongues fought briefly before we
separated, my mouth feverishly attacking her neck and chest, her
hand pulling my head against her.
My hands slowly worked down her nude body, searching out her
flooded poon. I carefully fondled each pink lip, each
stroke bringing a audible gasp from Christine. Soon my
finger slid into her bubbling cunt, and she wrapped her arms
around my neck for support as we kissed desperately. I
could feel her passion flowing through our kiss, and our mutual
exchange of lust drove us faster. Another finger slid up
her flue, causing a momentary gasp and break in out kiss. Then
another, when finally I had four fingers fucking her sopping, maxed
out pussy.
"I need you now," she groaned, her eyes deep with the
passion of a woman too long deprived of her deserved affection.
With one single movement she had me on my back, my prick sticking
up like a flag pole, waiting to be sheathed by my wanting
mistress. Her eyes grew dark, the most stunning shade of
deep blue I had ever seen, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer.
Slowly, gracefully she positioned her gaping hole over my prick,
its sweet lubricating juices dripping down onto it's head and
making it glisten in the dim light of the portable.
I stared in immense amazement and pleasure as Christine lowered
herself onto my shaft, my cock disappearing inch my inch as it
was engulfed by her glistening pink lips. I slid tightly to
the hilt, her juices surrounding my dick fully. I reveled
in the warmth of her cooze, the way her body surrounded my prick
and stimulated the animal inside me. She looked down, her
beautiful sharp face a mix of amazement and ecstasy as she began
thrusting against my passion. Her pace quickened as I began
working with her, my hips gyrating in conjunction with hers,
making me gasp with rapture. Her pussy was immensely tight
despite my fingers before, and every stroke forced upon me the
pure delight of intense intercourse.
I sat up enough to take one of her tits into my mouth, suckling
her pert pink nipples gently, flicking my tongue across it's
course surface and indulging in the sweet flavor of this truly
gorgeous young woman. Christine moaned above me as she
pinched my nipples, sending echoes of pleasure coursing
throughout my body, adding to the already overwhelming passion
emanating through my link with Christine.
Christine leaned slowly down over top of me, and as our lips
touched and our hips collided in the explosive throes of passion,
a connection was made between Christine and me, a connection that
we would later realize was our true feelings, our bond as soul
mates. This connection touched off the climax in both of
us, and as we reveled in each other's hold, we exploded
simultaneously.
Christine bucked wildly atop me as her orgasm over took her like
a tsunami crashing down on a tropical Pacific island, drowning
her in the pure ecstasy of a mind numbing climax, causing her
groan my name as I let my own orgasm overtake me. I cold
feel the cum as each volley rushed into Christine's waiting
vagina, shooting deep into her and making every nerve in my body
scream out in pleasure as they were seared by the climax of two
destined lovers.
After seemingly minutes of our grand climaxes, Christine relaxed
on top of me, letting all her weight rest on my satiated body.
Her limp body felt like heaven, and as we kissed the brief after
kisses of a lover's act, I found total peace in us. Our act
was all I had ever wanted and more than I ever dreamed it would
be. As I laid there with the girl of my dreams, I could
honestly say I had never before felt more comfortable or more
satisfied. Christine rested her soft, silken head
trustingly on my chest, my cock still engulfed my her flue.
"That was absolutely amazing," she whispered, her
breathing once again returning to normal.
"I had never felt anything like it," I answered back.
She propped her chin up on her hand, her eyes gazing into my
face, "It's not over, though," she exclaimed slyly.
I smiled. I never wanted this to end, and I loved the fact
that she felt the same way. "You were right in one
aspect, " Christine continued, "and you got what was
promised. But you were wrong in another way."
"How was that?" I questioned, not quite sure what she
was talking about.
"You guessed that I liked you,"
"Yeah, so?"
"But you didn't guess that Mary Anne and Jennifer both also
liked you," Christine exclaimed, a sound of victory in her
voice.
I looked over at our audience. I had forgotten them in my
passion, not wanting anything to interfere with Christine and my
love. Both of the girls looked at me with the same
victorious expression.
"You got your reward, now it's our turn."
-Lance DeLonge,