++++++++++++++++++++++++++++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
light breeze blew through the exposed corridors at the
college as I made my way back to my car. I was taking a
night class in visual arts, and class had just been dismissed.
The normally busy school was nearly deserted now and only a
few stragglers remained from late classes like mine. As I
took out my keys and turned the last corner of the red brick
building, I saw her. I had to look twice, but I had no
doubt, her long beautifully flown auburn hair bounced healthily
on her shoulders as she walked. Elisa Dunn. She had
been in my psychology class the semester before, and for some
reason I had developed a severe hatred for her. The instant
I saw her the most powerful urge overcame me. I wanted her,
I wanted to hurt her. All semester she had picked on a guy
I assumed was her ex-boyfriend from the comfortable sound of her
voice when she talked to him, and the more she bitched and nagged
at him, the more I found I despised her. I silently
suffered along with the guy, and I felt I could somehow feel what
he was feeling every time she opened her mouth. I can't
explain the misery I felt as the sensuous Elisa tried to control
the guys life even though she was no longer in charge of it.
I had seen it before, my ex-girlfriend had been a control freak,
trying to plan every last detail of my life as well as hers.
I finally ended up resenting her for that, but I was still drawn
to her. I guess I carried over this resentment to Elisa.
However illogical, I could not help it. I resented her for
trying to control. Despite the intense hatred I felt
towards her , I couldn't help but want her. No man could.
She was beautiful. Her body was like that of a goddess,
tall and lean, with curves exactly where they were supposed to
be.
I followed her into the parking lot, keeping a safe distance
behind so she wouldn't notice. Even from fifty yards away,
I could see her finely rounded ass framed very nicely by the
short plaid skirt she wore. Her sculpted legs were encased
in a pair of black nylons, and she wore a large white sweater,
adding to the model-esk look she had already perfected.
She had parked at the far end of the dirt parking lot where
the usually protective street lights were not working, and the
entire area was wrapped in concealing shadow. I waited
until she had almost reached her car, then I made my move. I
took my small pocket knife from my front pocket, and sprinted
silently up behind her. I felt a rush of exhilaration as I
realized I was finally going to live out my fantasy of sweet
revenge. My heart beat wildly as I closed in behind her, my
mouth watering for revenge. With out warning I reached
forward and seized her mouth, bringing the open knife up to her
exposed neck with my other hand.
"Don't scream, bitch," I mumbled, but she obviously
understood. She didn't say a word. I quickly checked
to see if anyone was around. But the parking lot was empty
except for her car and mine, and a few at the other end of the
lot. I quickly began to lead her towards the dirt piles not
far from the lot where we now stood.
It didn't take to long to reach the construction site on the
other side of the lot, the pile of fill dirt forming a almost
fort like barricade around a six foot deep pit. I led her
down into the pit. She had started crying when we were
about half way, trying to fall to the ground in protest. The
sharp edge of the blade had gotten her to her feet again, though.
When we got to the middle of the pit, I released my grip on her
slightly, just enough to kick her knees out form under her.
She fell to the ground with a grunt.
"What are you going to do to me?" she sobbed, lifting
her self up off the ground, and looking up at me. Her eyes
were red and tear filled, and her previously perfectly placed
hair now clung to the tear trails and in her mouth.
I kicked her again, this time in the stomach. The hatred I
felt for this girl was boiling, and I was elated to see her drop
to the ground curled into a ball.
"I'm going to teach you some manners," I growled,
feeling the urge to beat her physically like she and my ex-girl
friend had done to me mentally. I dropped to my knees and
rolled her over on her back, punching her squarely on the jaw,
and causing her to grip her face in pain.
"Fuck you, you bastard!" she screamed, her eyes dark
with rage and tears as she spit in my face. I had seen the
same look in my ex-girlfriends face many times as she became
furious at me for doing "stupid" things, or when I
tried to suggest what I wanted to do.
I stood up and began kicking her, not stopping until she had
resumed the fetal position. "No, actually, I'm going
to fuck you," I said simply as I knelt down and cut off her
skirt.
Her body looked as good as I imagined it would , and I felt my
rage being replaced with overwhelming passion. She
desperately tried to keep her legs clamped together.
"No.
. . please!" she begged, all the hatred gone from her face,
but primal fear instantly replacing it, "Don't!"
"Shut up," I ordered, striking her again across the
face, and pinning her wrists above her head. I moved so we
were face to face, my body resting on top of hers. She had
somehow managed to wipe her face of any indication of fear, but
as I stared deep into her sky blue eyes, I could see it. My
free hand slid up under her sweater, and I could feel the
satin-perfect skin of her belly rise and fall rapidly as her
heart beat like a drum of war. My hand continued to rise,
reaching her silk covered breasts. I maneuvered my hand
until I was able to unhook the restraining article of clothing,
and drag it out from beneath her sweater.
I held the sweet smelling cloth to my lips, kissing it lightly,
and placing it off to the side. I then lifted the sweater
above her now exposed tits. They seemed to have perfect
form. Elisa's twin breasts looked like giant flesh melons,
each requiring two hands to hold it. I slowly took one of
the large tit's round, red nipples into my mouth, savoring the
exquisite flavor of this bitch's sweet, feminine skin. Elisa
gasp sharply as my tongue flicked across the extra sensitive
skin, sending sharp stabbing pleasure into her unwilling body and
causing her to stop the whimpering she had continued to do since
I had straddled her.
I cut the woolly sweater from her body, so now her bare upper
body rested on the cool dirt of the open pit. I stared at
her nearly naked body, unable to imagine how someone so beautiful
could be so cruel. But this was pay back time, and I wanted
to enjoy the misery she would suffer. I found some rope
near by, and quickly tied her hands behind her back. Now I
would be free to enjoy her forcefully taken body.
Elisa's body, although bruised and battered, was exquisite.
Her perfectly formed legs reminded me of the pictures of
perfection that occupy every man's mind, coming together very
gently at her triangle shaped croach, and continuing up very much
like a piece of erotic art. Elisa's head was turned to the
side refusing to look at me. Her beautiful crystal blue
eyes were smeared with mascara, but even in this miserable form,
she looked like a gorgeous angel. I longed to be in her, to
feel her heat surround me and to fill me with the most wonderful
ecstasy ever received.
Tenderly, I bent down and kissed her split lips and bruised
cheek, trying to stir some response. But Elisa laid there
motionless, her body gone limp in protest of her attacker. "Going
limp just makes it easier to get what I want," I whispered
in her ear, stroking the inner sensitive lining gently with my
tongue. She made no move, except for a little sigh. After
a moment, she turned her head, looking directly at me, her eyes
full of misery and pain.
"Don't do this," she whispered, pain audible in her
voice, "please."
I lowered my head down, gently kissing her lips. She
responded minutely, kissing back weakly, and accepting my tongue
as I explored her mouth. She tasted sweet, like the finest
chocolate to a chocoholic. My passion grew as I embraced
her yielding mouth, absorbing her essence and warmth as my hands
cupped her breasts protectively. My mouth moved from hers
down her neck to the exposed tits. Each of her wondrous
mammories was even sweeter than her mouth, their soft warm skin
soothing my urning fire with tiny droplets of precious milk.
Elisa groaned, her eyes tightly shut as I caressed her tits with
my tongue, over running the pain she was suffering whit the
pleasure of an unwanted, but undeniable sexual experience, that
made her hotter by the second. She struggled with her
bonds, desperate to stop me form molesting her further, but
secretly wanting me to never stop. I could feel my nail
hard prick begging to be released, and to feel for itself the
silken smoothness of our captive's skin, to feel the fire that
would ignite every time it touched her. I had no choice but
to comply. I quickly stripped of my clothes, piling them
next to Elisa's ruined skirt and bra. Elisa now stared at
the now nude rapist about to have his way with her, her eyes as
wide as saucers as I exposed my aching cock.
I smiled at her, seeing the fear blazing in her eyes as she
realized for the first time I was not going to stop until I had
gotten what I wanted. I pulled her to a sitting position,
placing my dick only inches from her mouth. Her eyes stared
at it intensely, knowing what I wanted, but not wanting to
comply. Quickly she turned her head away from my protruding
staff, refusing to even look at it, let alone swallow it. Again
I hit her, smacking the side of her head hard enough to nearly
knock her over. She looked up at me, contempt blazing
across her face.
"Suck it," I commanded with another sharp swat across
her face. She complied, taking my pecker into her steamy
mouth. I groaned aloud as I felt her tong massage my
sensitive foreskin, causing nails of ecstasy to shoot from my
groin and encompass my entire body. Elisa's mouth was like
a clamp, sucking tightly at my urning sausage. I could not
help but to begin fucking her mouth. Within seconds, I
could feel the explosive orgasm surge through my body as I
forcefully slid my prick in and out of Elisa's protesting mouth.
Almost instantly I let loose, shooting my load onto her tongue,
and down her throat. She nearly threw up before I gave her
the chance to spit out my cum next to her. I sat back and
my knees for a moment, still in a blissful ecstasy from the nerve
drenching orgasm. Elisa laid back down on the dirt,
disgusted and degraded to have been made to do what she just did.
I looked at her face, small particles of dirt stuck to the semen
that had dripped down her chin.
"Thank you," I said, in awe of my dirty victim beneath
me.
"Like I had a choice," she spit angrily, contempt heavy
in her words and her face.
"No, you didn't," I agreed, " but I still think I
will reward you."
I dismounted her, and crawled up behind her, pulling her tights
the rest of the way off, and bowing as if in worship to the
sensitive opening between Elisa's legs. I teased her lips a
little at first, pushing through the dense tuft of pubic hair,
and licking the outside, and slowly moving inside, making sure to
cover her entire opening with slick saliva. To my surprise,
I could taste the lubricant being excreted from the receptive
walls of Elisa's pussy.
"See, it's not all bad, is it?" I questioned before
continuing with my assault on her now wet cunt. She gave no
answer, but just writhed with each gentle stroke of my tongue.
She tried desperately to control her groans, but only succeeded
partially, unable to keep her passion hidden for long. Before
long, she was moaning freely, urging me to keep going with long,
horny groans of pleasure. Elisa came under protest, the
unauthorized climax taking her by surprise, and causing her
commandeered body to convulse in a rude carnal orgasm that left
her breathless and exhausted.
"That wasn't all that bad, was it?" I asked, my dick
now fully inflated and craving her opposing frame.
She made no reply, clearly feeling more disgusted than before for
having enjoyed her molestation, and actually having cum from it.
I allowed her to rest for a few moments as I again explored her
perfect body, first embracing her subtle lips, then again
suckling each breast, and finally licking my way down to her
belly, and making sure to caress each firm, perfectly curved
thigh, calf, and foot.
Once she had calmed down a little bit, I turned her over onto her
stomach, and propped her up on her knees, her legs spread
slightly. I admired the two tight, firm cheeks making up
her tense ass. I palmed each, gently rubbing my solid dick
against each one, weakened by the immense delight that came from
touching the sensitive belly to her soft flawless skin. I reached
around her, grabbing her suspended breasts, and reveled in the
feeling of elation I got from being in total control of this
exquisite woman, able to do what ever I wanted, and she couldn't
do anything about it.
I waited until I could no longer control my self, and plunged my
erection up Elisa's hot, wet flue, immediately feeling the
gratification of long sought intercourse. Elisa dropped to
a supine position, her beautiful face resting on the dirt, and
her hands tied tight behind her. I proceeded to drive her
form for my pleasure only, keeping my gyrations slow, and
enjoying the unexplainable ecstasy that emanated from our joined
genitals and clouded out the outside world completely. All
I knew at that moment was my eager-to-burst porker shoved up
Elisa's tight cunt as I proceeded to fuck her like a dog. I
had never been able to enjoy a pussy so much, concentrating on
the pleasurable pain that couldn't help but be addictive as our
super sensitive skin rubbed sensously against each other. After
many long minutes of this leisurely pace, I delicately began to
quicken my pace. I could hear Elisa's sobs of pleasure as I
assaulted her fuck hole, and I opened my eyes enough to see the
tortuous look on her face every time I slid back into her seized
pelvis. I smiled deeply as I reached my maximum speed, my
pelvis striking hers harshly as I neared my breaking point.
The orgasm that pursued it was like nothing I had ever had
before. The pleasure was so intense it was like my cock
would disintegrate within my innocent victim's snizz. I
finally came after what seemed like an eternity of painful
ecstasy, causing me to shoot a load so big that I had to clamp my
self to Elisa's ass to keep from falling out. I groaned out
her name, watching each of my final thrusts into her maxed out
clam, memorizing each stroke of my dick as it disappeared and
reappeared with a fresh coat of lubricant. As I finally
came, I instinctively closed my eyes as the force of the orgasm
erupted throughout my body, and seared every nerve like
radiation. Elisa grunted as she felt my load enter her tube
and shoot deep within.
I collapsed in back of her, her ass still sticking up in the air,
and her face red and flushed, muddy from the tears and dirt.
I slowly got dressed, satisfied beyond all humanly dreams, and
knowing a gratification I had never felt in all my life. I
gathered up Elisa's clothing, and pushed her protruding ass over
so that she was laying on her side.
"Damn, girl, that was good," I said, knowing all to
well that that was an understatement. I had never had such
a orgasm, and in all honesty, don't believe I could ever have one
like that again. But Elisa just laid there crying, her
hands still tied behind her nude body, curled into the fetal
position. I dropped her keys by her face, and knelt down
and kissed her soaked face.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, and walked away.
-Lance DeLonge,