++++++++++++++++++++++++++++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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Mrs. Dearolf
H
er wavy black hair accented her chubby, yet still attractive
face complimtarily, and I saw her sweet, seemingly innocent smile
as I climbed up the steep black steps, stepping into the steamy,
disorderly school bus that I was forced to endure each day on the
long ride to and from school.
I took one last look at my bus driver before moving back to about
midway and taking a seat by myself. I opened the manual
action window, letting the cool
I was unaware of the number of stops the bus was making as I
dozed peacefully on the small rubber seat. As if from
nowhere I felt a slight tug at my shoulder as I awoke from nap.
Mrs. Dearolf was standing in the isle next to my seat, prompting
me to wake up. I sleepily looked around, seeing no one else
left on the bus.
"You must have slept right through your stop," she
said, smiling at the cruel joke played upon me by my fellow bus
riders. "Come on, and I'll take you home".
Mrs. Dearolf had stopped along the side of a road bordered on one
side by a thick patch of woods, and on the other by a large open
field over grown with three foot tall yellow grass. I
looked out the window at the strange scenery, rising and making
my way to the front of the bus, choosing the seat directly behind
the forty-something bus driver.
I stared at Mrs. Dearolf's
pure black hair as it radiated an arousing odor of flowers and
sweets, and as she stared the up the powerful bus engine, I laid
my shaking hand on her soft feminine shoulder.
"Mrs. Dearolf," I said uncontrollably, "you are
very beautiful".
She slowly turned around, her eyes hidden behind her reflection
sunglasses. A smile came to her lips as she brought my hand
to her lips, kissing it slightly, then cradling it against her
cheek. I removed her sunglasses with my other hand, revealing
beautiful blue eyes.
Our eyes locked immediately and brought our lips together like a
tractor beam. She rose from her seat and moved to where I
sat, pushing me down on to the two person seat. She laid
down on top of me, her warmth burning through her light cotton
shirt and pants.
We embraced again, this time feeding each other every drop of
lust heavy saliva in our mouths, her older, more feminine one
dominated mine, feeding frantically on mine, sucking and gasping
at my lips like a hungry animal.
After several minutes of this intense feast, she stood up
slightly, unbuttoning her white uniform shirt and tossing it to
the next seat.
her coal black hair fell down her neck,
covering her bare white shoulders slightly. Her white lace
bra struggled desperately to hold back her deep white motherly
breasts. I sat up, seeing the desperate invitation and seizing
the moment. Her tits melted in my mouth like soft,
delicious candy as I caressed the yielding delicate mammaries,
tasting the sweet, fleshy flavor of an aroused woman. I
slowly ran my cheek across the exposed flesh, emersing myself in
the smooth, satin-like skin of my bus driver's exposed breasts.
She reached around her back, pulling loose her chest restraints
and slid the remaining straps off her shoulders, handing me the
still warm article, allowing me to stroke it against my face,
kissing it and allowing its owners aura to be absorbed into my
lips. Laying the delicate piece of clothing on top of my
books, I took each previously concealed nipple into my mouth,
suckling the rich human milk excreted from the full lobes. Mrs.
Dearolf, a mother of a sixteen year old daughter whom I had
shared my fifth grade class with, groaned with perverse pleasure
as she watched a near stranger filling her with unbelievable
feelings of ungodly delight and wondrous rapture as he drank
greedily of her precious milk from the same nipples her daughter
once had. Yet her body ached to be fulfilled, and for once,
she was going to listen whole-heartedly.
Her stiff, moist nipples spurt forth the white liquid in a nearly
consistent stream and Mrs. Dearolf urged me to continue when ever
she thought I might stop, but the two pointed tits beckoned to
me, creating a undeniable urning to devour them with feverish
kisses and damp caresses. It was not until Mrs. Dearolf
pulled me from them to remove her loose cotton slacks that I was
able to catch my fleeting breath.
While she struggled to get her small white sneakers off, I
removed my shirt and shoes, readying myself for the pursuing act
of demanding passion. Mrs. Dearolf's panties felt like
smooth cream as I ran my sensitive, quivering lips up the over
protective satin. She watched with amazement as I tenderly
kissed her heaving belly and lower abdomen while I unknowingly
ran my fidgeting hands up and down her large, load bearing
calves. Mrs. Dearolf was not a thin woman, but a shorter,
chubby one who's appearance showed of her child rearing days.
But her soft, impressionable arms and legs, and her round,
malleable belly only added to this mother's sexual appeal.
She gasp as I slid my hands up under her light panty fabric,
squeezing her wide, fat cushioned ass and being overwhelmed by
its smooth, baby soft skin that covered it tightly. Carefully,
I pulled down the last barrier between her naked body and me,
slowly easing the flimsy, soft silk down from inside. As I
lowered her bleach white underwear around her knees, she laid
down on the seat in back of her, waiting until I had slid the
smooth slid from around her heavy socked feet to prop each leg up
on the backs of the seat in front of hers and her own.
I stared lovingly at her anxious face for a moment, admiring her
softly curved face, waiting for me to fulfill her most primitive
needs.
She did not wait long before I lowered my head as if I was giving
praise to her very existence.
"Ohhh
yessss!" was her only response, letting her head
fall against the
plexiglas
window with a thud, gripping her
breasts in instinctive ecstasy. The mussels in her thighs
clenched powerfully as I attacked her wet throbbing hole,
wrapping my eager-to-please tongue around the inner rim of her
lubricated vagina.
She continued to groan, to cry out loud with the overwhelming
feeling of inescapable ecstasy as her delicate pussy was broken
by my relentless muscle. The passionate moans and lustful
sighs grew stronger until she climaxed some time later, causing
her to call out her husbands name, only to correct her mistake
between pleads to God and then to her husband again.
Mrs. Dearolf continued to gasp heavily, panting desperately to
try to recover some of the breath she just lost. She ran
her shaking hand down my face, dragging her soft fingertips
across my cheeks and smiling a bright, fulfilled smile. I
tenderly kissed her wide thighs and calves, trying hard to hide
my feelings of nearly overpowering lust that I felt for this
woman.
Deciding what I should do, I stood up and released my fly,
dropping my bulging jeans to the floor. Mrs. Dearolf's eyes
opened as wide as a black hole as she stared at my ready to burst
porker, her hand reached up slowly for it, feeling its burning
hardness. Once she had it in her hand, she traced it with
her index finger, sliding her soft, feminine finger along it's
sensitive bottom, rubbing it's mushroom shaped head gently with
her fingernail, sending nails of pleasure shooting through my
prick the seared all my nerves.
At first she only licked my intensifying head, then kissing it
passionately between fits of lust that made her lash out at it
with her wet, hot tongue. I groaned as she finally took it
fully into her mouth. Mrs. Dearolf's slick, pleasure-dotted
tongue slid around my bent rod like a serpent strangling its
prey. She attacked my throbbing pecker with a hunger of a
women who knew her man's weakness, and she did. Carefully,
almost systematically, she piled layer upon layer of raw hungry
pleasure between my legs, her fat, creamy face changed to a pink
shade as she gleefully sucked on my erect penis.
After a long moment of seemingly boundless ecstasy at the hands
of my bus driver who filled her salivating mouth full of my
aching penis, she called forth on the experience of her past
sexual experiences, and crushed my will with a mind blowing
orgasm. Mrs. Dearolf increased her suction, filling her
thirsty hole with my tart ejaculation, not releasing her air
tight lock on my dick until she had drained every last sperm cell
from my climaxing cock.
Her name pierced my lips in one erotic groan, feeling her tongue
milk every spurt of cum free from my cock as I braced myself
against the back rest of the seat behind me. I watched her
intently as she released my cock and smiled as she coated her
throat with the white jizz. Her smile grew wider as I sat
down shakily in the seat in back of me. She had the look of
a horny female that covered her pretty, plump face. Her
large naked body looked like soft marshmallow as the golden sun
caressed her bare back with a yellow-gold aura. She turned
around, kneeling down on her hands and knees, offering her wide,
springy hair filled ass to me like a piece of the sweetest candy
ever made.
I slowly stroked her spread buns, kissing each a hundred times
before even licking her hair filled crack. Then I ran a
single finger around her tight, drawn up asshole. I
breathed in deeply the distinctly feminine aroma and held it for
several seconds, indulging in the sweet tang, and memorizing how
it pleased my nose. Then, knowing that I would never again
get the chance to explore this woman's sensuous body, I ran my
excited tongue along the defined route. Her hole contracted
only slightly as I centered my blunt attack upon it, lapping at
it quickly, each time enjoying the feel of it's wrinkly, elastic
tight skin rubbing against the tip of my tongue, and the taste of
it reacting with my taste buds.
I knew she was waiting patiently for penetration, but when I
finally stood up strait and eased my fat, round prick into her
hot, soft inner-tissue, she cried out in a mixture of pain and
pleasure that seemed to please her like nothing she had ever
felt. I slid my sausage like porker in and out of her tight
ass, gaining momentum and pleasure as I increased my speed with
every thrust. Not long after I had increased to my maximum
speed did I burst forth in a long, forceful climax that
sprayed her internal flesh with warm, white cum that rocketed
from my head deep into her anal cavity. Mrs. Dearolf gasp
at the feel of flushing liquid squirting into her body and her
back arched with instinctive ecstasy.
After regaining an erection, Mrs. Dearolf prompted me to mount
her cavernous chest, taking the time to first clean and lubricate
my newly revived dick with her warm, slick saliva. I stared
down the middle aged mother's breasts as my long, stiff bone
disappeared between them. We both groaned with pure lust as
I rode her tits like a greased pig, thrusting my slippery cock
deep between the closed melons. Her mouth was open and
ready when I finally broke, shooting my wad of white gewy bullets
rocketing into the air, some of the slimy globs streaking her
pale face and upper neck and chest. She released my cock
from between her tube forming tits to lick up the stray globs of
cum that had missed her red, outstretched tongue.
I leaned against the side of the bus, gasping for air and still
recovering from the three major orgasms I had just experienced.
But once Mrs. Dearolf had finished cleaning herself of my
precious tasting sperm, she laid back against the opposite wall,
opening her smooth hairless legs and traced the outline of her
excited cunt. The excitement and temptation I experienced
at that moment as I stared at this woman driving two of her own
fingers into her horny, bubbling cooze lifted my wave of anguish
and fatigue and replaced it with pure sinful lust.
I climbed atop her, crawling through her spread eagled legs and
allowing her to escort my aroused penis into her loose, wet hole.
Then she pulled my lips to hers as she thrust forth her slick cum
covered tongue. I reveled in the taste and feel of the
foreign object that invaded me and answered back accordingly.
Our thrust patterns slowly matched as we both gained speed.
Eventually, we both broke down into feverish kisses and audible
sighs as the mutual feeling of sexual wanting overcame us. The
vibrating diesel engine beneath us only added to the excitement
as we neared the
It seemed like hours as Mrs. Dearolf bucked wildly beneath me,
her chest vibrating with her rapid heart rate and her loud moans.
"Bill, ohhh
yesss!" she cried, "Take me like a
dog!
Ohhh, Bill, yessss!" Her husbands name
echoed deftly in my ears as I concentrated on the pleasure that
presently ravaged my body.
I could feel her climax, rapid pulsating spasms that clenched her
vagina. These spasms of pure sexual energy triggered a
long, nerve bursting orgasm that had no equals with the earlier
ones I had felt that day. Every nerve in my body was
magnified a thousand times and I cringed as I felt her arm clasp
me to her quivering body, its silken milk skin sliding so
smoothly over mine that tears formed in my eyes from the
excruciating pleasure.
We laid there for almost fifteen minuets, not wanting to move for
fear we might wake up. But as our last tingles of our
celestial climaxes subsided, we could feel the engine last few
vibrating rotations before it sputtered to a stop.
Dead.
-Lance DeLonge,