Author: Lance DeLonge Title: Mrs. Dearolf Summary: just trying to get a ride home 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. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mrs. Dearolf 2/15/95 Her 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 Florida winter breeze spread over me and bright, warm sun warm me, creating the perfect combination of sleep inducing temperatures. 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 high point of our act. The warm sun beat down through the bus windows as our own passion raised our temperatures to an unparalleled peak. 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.