Author: Lance DeLonge Title: Maggie Summary: a classmate looking for some fun Keywords: MF ++++++++++++++++++++++The Darkwater Collection++++++++++++++++++++++ This is an original work by Lance DeLonge and cannot be copied or reposted without permission of the author (lancedelonge@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. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Maggie Maggie 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, Cole," 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, Cole!" 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.