++++++++++++++++++++++++++++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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M
aggie Oberwise sat alone at the large particle board
table. Her short, black hair framing her pretty, plain
face. Her creamy white hands stroked quickly with an ebony
pencil at a drawing. Her attention was temporarily diverted
to me as I opened the heavy art room door.
"Hi," she said simply, her small white blouse only
moving slightly as she lifted her head. Maggie had a way of
making clothes that seemed too small look almost too large, and
they seemed to cover up and reveal all at the same time. Since
the beginning of the school year, I had had a crush on her, and I
had even considered asking her out, but chickened out. Now
we were alone in the art room, the same room where not to long
ago my teacher had begged for her release beneath my fiery
driving cock.
I walked back to where she sat, glancing briefly down at her
light cotton skirt and sandals. On her second toe, she had
a silver ring decorated with tiny blue flowers. All year I
had stared at her silver ring, mesmerized by it's strange power
of attraction. Today somehow felt different, though, and
before I realized what I was doing, I had kneeled down and kissed
Maggie quickly.
Maggie sprang from her seat, sending a jar of paint-water that
was sitting next to her crashing to the floor, and splashing the
dirty liquid all over her blouse and skirt.
"Oh my God!" I gasp, kneeling down to try to wipe up
the mess, only smearing it worse, " I am so sorry!"
"Oh, Matt," she said softly, her gentle dark eyes going
from her out stretched skirt to me, "help me get these wet
things off."
All I could do was just stand there, shocked by this beautiful
girls order and half not believing what I had just heard.
"Well?" she asked with a quiet, sensuous tone,
"are you going to take off my clothes, or do I?"
With only a seconds hesitation, my hands slowly reached down to
the zipper on the back of her long skirt and eased the long,
quiet confinement to the bottom. The rough material fell to
the floor in a clothy pile revealing Maggie's strong, sculpted
calves and thighs.
Her tight, round ass was encased in a soft white shell and I
could see each muscle constricting as she lifted her feet from
each sandal. Slowly she turned to me, her hands busily
pulling her short silky hair back into a small blue scrunchie.
The ends of Maggie's blouse separated, allowing the tight cotton
covered triangle between her legs to be seen, her small French
cut panties cutting sharply up each leg. Before then,
Maggie had tried to hide her body, wearing oversized pants and
long, loose skirts, but now I could see the perfection her long
distance running for the school track team had produced.
She approached me, framing my face with her palms, then
unbuckling my belt and pants before pulling them quickly down to
the floor. Now there was no doubt in my mind to what she
wanted, and even less that I wanted to give it to her.
Maggie soon had all my clothes strewn about the room. She
took my hands and stepped back, her dark eyes seemed to absorb
all of my doubts and worries as she stared at my nude body.
She kissed each of my out stretched hands, giving each finger a
single stroke of her tounge before she dropped her skimpy panties
and climbed up on the large drawing table and beckoned for me.
I gladly climbed upon her, and we both watched in awe as my
heavily swelled porker was slowly lowered into her already
slippery wet poon. Maggie cried out quietly as I fully
inserted my throbbing penis and our eyes met. A small smile
broke her salmon colored lips and each of her pearly white teeth
shown like stars on the darkest night. I could see the
crimson red of her moist tongue as it curled in her open mouth.
We never kissed, instead we just lighed there silently, gazing
deeply into each other's eyes and letting our souls talk while
our bodies collided in the most earthly pleasure either of us had
ever experienced. I seemed to loose my self in her deep,
dark irises, only to find my self surrounded by a utopian sense
of warm, deep passion that filled my soul and body with an
astounding ecstasy. The pale brown freckles on her cheeks
grew darker as we waited to release our dark carnal lusts. Slowly
I began my gyrations, and each one felt as if my hard cock would
explode within her. Wanting to prolong our pleasure, I
controlled my rhythms, sliding in and out carefully while Maggie
matched my rhythms. Feeling as if I would explode without
satisfaction, I broke free in a wild rythmless frenzy of
thrusting and counter thrusting body parts. I could hear
her gasp for air each time my hard-driving prick was submerged in
her endless shaft, and feel her wet, sloppy cunt grip my invading
prick, increasing the friction level and heightening the pleasure
for both of us. Beneath me, each gyration sent little cries
of lust from Maggie's now gaping mouth, and I could hear her
panting as each warm, moist breath escaped her mouth and landed
on my sensitive neck.
"Oh God!" Maggie gasp as she climaxed at the
culmination of our inmate act, "ohhh yessss!"
No sooner had I felt her trembling muscles tense in orgasmic
anticipation than my own stiff boner shot forth its wads of white
gew while I writhed in pleasure unmatched in any other earthly
act.
Maggie and I laid there panting like dogs, and beneath me I could
feel the soft heaving of her chest as she sucked the air into her
nearly depleted lungs. I could feel the warm, wet spots on
her dampened blouse that still protected her breasts.
Slowly I rose from atop Maggie and began to unbutton the silvery
plastic buttons from her shirt. Her fatigued neck strained
to lift her head as she watched me strip more and more of her
protection away. Without a sound, I finished undoing her
blouse and parted the two sides, revealing her clean white chest.
Her soft cotton bra act3ed like a suspension bridge between her
two creamy tits, and I instinctively bowed my head and tasted her
silky soft skin. As I ran my slippery tongue up the narrow
valley between Maggie's sweet tasting mammories, she gasp with
delight as I gently slipped my fingers into her feverish gash and
ran my sensitive fingertips up and down the delicate lining of
her pleasure hole. Maggie's tits tasted like the sweetest
fruit ever given to men, and as I assaulted her damp, heaving
chest with long, arduous caresses, I could feel my lips burn with
pleasure as I ran them up and down the pale creamy breasts whose
light, sensitive skin had seemingly never before seen the light
of the sun.
Her only protection left was her white cotton bra. As I
removed it from her mountainous tits, I kissed tenderly each
soft, delicate cup that had held Maggie's miraculous melons.
I cupped each
pointed breast in my hand, admiring the flawless perfection in
each pore of the creamy skin that covered her luscious boobs.
Maggie looked intently as her lead bent down molding her chin
into her neck. Her nearly black eyes recorded every slight
move my tounge made and the feeling of intense pleasure that it
brought. I sucked each tit slowly, first pinching tenderly
each hard, rosy colored nipple with my teeth, then carefully I
drew milk giving tip out, rubbing it with my tounge against my
first two front teeth, pulling forth small squirts of milk with
each loving stroke.
After I had taken all I wanted of Maggie's generous tits, I
helped her off the table and bent her over. Her small,
shaking hands gripped her ass firmly and spread her cheeks
willingly, revealing her tight, hair covered ass hole. Her
dark springy pubic hairs tickled my nose and lips as I ran my
tounge slowly up the broad crack, and I could taste the essence
of this girl with every tastebud. Finally I stood up and
eased my long pointed cock into the tightly closed hole. Immediately
I could feel the warm, wet tissue absorb my hard woody, and I
longed to be fulfilled. Maggie's lust seemed to grow with
every stroke of my dick, and she moaned and gasp like a crazed
animal as I finally came in her hot, soft bottom like a large
bore cannon, blasting my gewy artillery up the endless shaft as
my hands squeezed Maggie's pendulum like breasts fiercely.
As soon as I had finished, Maggie had me on the table, my limp,
slimy cock embedded in the large cavernous mouth. Her warm,
slick tounge massaged my hardening pecker and I couldn't help but
to stare as Maggie slid my dick in and out of between her small
pink lips, leaving a glistening coat of saliva as it slid out
from inside her cheeks. My now erect penis acted almost
like an antenna as it probed the inside of Maggie's wet, hot
mouth. I could feel her soft inside cheek rub sensuously
against my textured head, her two muscular lips creating an
airtight seal around my stiff love log, and each little enamel
tooth as it only skimmed the soft belly of my cock.
I could feel the pleasure building up as Maggie continued to
assault my hard rod like a starved teenager, bringing me to the
point of absolute ecstasy before sliding my dick out and
surrounding it with her tits like a hot dog bun. I had
never before experienced this type of pleasure as Maggie began to
fuck my dick with her dick engulfing mammaries. I cried out
as she continued thrusting my aching prick between her breasts.
As I finally came, Maggie lowered her head and attached her lips
to the tip of my head and sucked in every last drop of my
depleted ejaculation.
"Ohhhh Maggie!" I moaned breathlessly as she climbed
fully on top of me. Our eyes met once again, and Maggie
lowered her lips to mine, her mouth still full of cum. Our
lips met and separated, and her tounge shoveled my load into my
mouth where my tounge absorbed the tart taste of the sperm and
the incredibly sweet taste of Maggie's saliva. I gladly
spooned it back to her as our bodies rubbed together sensously,
once again filling my spent cock with a fresh supply of blood.
I could feel her sweating tits slide over top of my aroused
chest and I could almost count the number of soft, springy pubic
hairs as they tickled my rising pecker and drooping nuts. Her
strong, hairless legs rubbed against the inside of mine, creating
a feeling of absolute uphoria as I held her hot, tense body as
close to me as I could.
We continued our little mouth game until I finally became hard
again. Maggie then opened her legs just enough to allow my
pecker to pop up between her legs, allowing her to close them on
it, trapping it under her control. Maggie then sucked all
of the cum into her watery mouth and released half back into
mine. Separating from my mouth, she swallowed with an
audible gulp, looking very satisfied.
She waited for me to do the same, and with only a moments
hesitation, I complied. As we laid there, our lips brushing
briefly, each time igniting a pin prick of burning passion
between us, and our eyes half open, heavy with our mutual lust, I
could feel the entire body of this angelic form for whom I had
wanted for so long, and I now finally had. Maggie released
her grip on my cock, and turned around, lowering her dripping wet
snatch onto my dick backwards. Her drooping breasts hung
down like bombs waiting to be released as she spread herself out
between my spread eagled legs. I couldn't help but to lick
the bottoms of her small, sweaty feet as she inadvertently placed
before my face, causing her to grow more hot, and groan loudly.
My hands stroked her strong thighs and soft ass, and I was
overwhelmed with the continuos flood of sinful ecstasy emanating
all over my body. Once Maggie began her backward gyrations,
I groaned for God, no longer able to contain my own pleasure.
I watched as Maggie's vagina devoured my upright prick again and
again, and I became more and more crazed with each sinful stroke.
Maggie's wide, bare ass rose and fell like a ship in a storm, her
tits swinging back and forth like the pendulum of a clock. Her
small, grape sized toes curled with her passion as she continued
riding my fat sex sausage, and we both confirmed our religion
many times in the ten arduous minutes that Maggie rode me in
reverse. But almost like a premonition, Maggie's pace
doubled, then tripled, and as she did that I could see the
muscles around her ass hole tighten and her calves seemed to be
so tense that she couldn't possibly move them.
"Oh God, Matt!" she screamed as she seemed to explode
with a murderous orgasm that curled her back and caused her legs
to cramp in the fetal position.
Almost simultaneously the unmeasurable amount of pleasure that
had been building up in me was released, and I burst forth with a
load so powerful, it made my cock hurt just to deliver it. I
cried out too, and grabbed Maggie's thighs as I climaxed in an
explosive orgasm nearly as grand as Maggie's.
After a few moments, Maggie collapsed backwards on top of me, and
laid her sweaty, panting head on my chest before reaching her arm
across me and resting her hand in mine. We laid there an
the hard, plastic coated table for minutes, listening to each
others speeding heart slow and our breathing become more stable.
It just seemed at that moment, as we wrapped each other in a
blanket of satiatiated lust, that the world could certainly never
be as perfect as it was then. I rose slowly, sliding off the
table and walked to it's end. I stared through her bent
legs, marveling at her soft, delicate pussy, and cuddling her
tender rolling melons in my mind.
Maggie stared back at me from between her spread legs with her
deep, satisfied eyes and parted soft, pink lips.
"Thank you," she said simply, still laying nude on the
table top.
"Believe me, "I replied, walking back to her head and
placing one of my hands on her breast while she held it there
with one of hers, "the pleasure was all mine." My
hand slid from her lone tit down between her legs and gently
crawled into the soft flaps of loose vaginal skin as I bent down
and kissed her one last time before pulling back on my clothes.
"I think I love you," she whispered as I turned the
knob to open the door.
"No you don't, just my cock." I replied, turning back
around and tossing off my clothes one more time.
I nearly jumped on her as I plunged my newly hard prick deep into
her still soaked snatch.
"Oh God, yessss!" we cried together as I plunged into
her straining pussy faster and faster. It was out of a
private desperation that we fucked harder than we did earlier,
and the harder we went, the more we lost control, until Maggie
burst free, sending her yellow urine shooting out, covering both
of our nude bodies with wet, hot piss, and flooding the table
until it spilt on the floor.
Not a second after Maggie's tremendous eruption, I came,
returning the liquid contents of my balls into her throbbing
cunt. Maggie came, too, filling the whole room with
passionate moans and cries that must have echoed throughout the
halls outside the classroom.
That orgasm, despite all the others, left both of us drained of
every last drop of energy. We laid there in a puddle of
Maggie's warm piss, too exhausted to move, but far more satisfied
than either of us had ever been. I kissed Maggie's lips
openly, tasting the salt of her own urine. I felt some how
joined to her soul now, having spent the past hour or so
fulfilling her every sexual desire, and then drinking of her
salty waste. I knew I would have to give her up soon, but I
didn't care. I held her soaking wet body and kissed her
soft, warm lips, never wanting to be apart from her again, yet
knowing I would be very soon.
-Lance DeLonge,