A Dark Game
by Doug Rinaldi

   Clouds rolled across the moonlit sky.

    In their passion, they became oblivious to the creeping darkness. Moans of pleasure and the essence of sexual tension filled the moist spring air as they frolicked in their lust.

    The windows of the red ‘95 Corolla fogged up from their heavy breathing. Palm and finger marks streaked across the windshield, ripping a hole into the cloudy barrier that separated them from the outside world. The moans were persistent as she performed her oral maneuver on him. He took extreme delight in this, his head rolling back against the head rest of the reclined driver's seat. With one hand he reached down to tease her pert nipple, while, with his
other hand he held onto her hair, forcing her into a steady rhythm--his rhythm. He loved control and had no qualms about taking it.

    Unseen eyes lurking in the nearby darkness sensed their emotions. Even though the stranger was just a few feet away, camouflaged by the darkness and surrounding foliage, he was exceedingly aware of the couple's building
rapture. Unable to divert his eyes, he watched with furious concentration, not wanting to miss one second of the couple's lustful undertakings.

    Her watering mouth left him. A shiver tingled across his skin as her warm saliva, which drenched his manhood, mingled with the brisk air inside the car. Up she went, licking the skin of his revealed chest, her ample bosom heaving
with each unrestricted breath. Now, it was her turn to take control.

    She sat on his lap as he lifted her short black skirt out of the way. Straddled between him and the steering wheel, she injected herself full of his shaft. Her wet lips hungrily engulfed his stiffened inches. A frantic moan escaped her full lips. She rode his cock, slowly at first, savoring the painful bliss of being stretched to satisfy his bewildering size. Totally engorged, she picked up her pace, shifting her hips just enough to make him fully disappear inside her. Their bodies met with each thrust--skin to skin. Their mouths and tongues danced with each other.

    The unseen voyeur continued to spectate. The vision before him entranced his eyes. Never had he seen such fervor in lovemaking, whether it was his own or someone else's entirely. His palms damp and his hands clenched, an
uncontrollable sweat broke through the skin of his brow. In such a state of awe, he was unaware of the pain he was causing himself. Around a thin white birch tree one hand gripped while the other painfully rubbed his crotch. Unzipping his fly, he revealed to his surroundings his aching tool.

    "Wait. Stop, please!", she said, breaking the rhythm of their nastiness. With his erection slowly beginning to disappear, he knew that there better be a damn good reason that she stopped at that point.    

    "What's wrong?" he asked with feigned concern, playfully twirling her hair. He hoped for some reply that might get the ball rolling again so he could get home in time to catch the end of Saturday Night Live. They had gone too far. This he knew without a doubt. There was no stopping now or turning back, and he was going to make sure of that. She was obvious upset about something, so he didn't reveal to her his growing aggravation. With her head down and vision diverted, he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

    Getting more angry by the second, his hard-on had completely shriveled away. He now realized that this woman was nothing more than a cockteasing whore. A fact in which he wished he was aware of from the start. Just so the whole night was not a complete waste of his time, he held his tongue. If worse came to worse, he could always jerk off. Again.

    Hiding his real feelings behind a mask of concern, he hoped that he could continue fucking this incredibly gorgeous, but total stranger, that he had met only hours earlier. Kissing her cheek, he smiled at her. She smiled back, seeming okay. Things might actually be going his way, getting what he wanted
always put him in a better mood.

    Their mouths met again in a frenzy of lip and tongue, meshed and dripping with saliva. Slowly moving his hands down her body, he found her warm and moist spot, and, with uncanny ease, slipped his finger inside her. She squealed with pleasure. Riding his hand, her hips slightly bucked to allow his finger deeper penetration, swallowing it to his knuckle.

    "You are so amazing," he told her as his cock refilled with life and stretched his skin to its maximum.

    Before he could get another word--or another finger--in, her teeth ripped fast into his shoulder with lightning speed. In the crimson fury, he could only watch as his blood flowed from his body like a faucet, spraying sporadically on the windshield and dashboard. And on her. Shouting out in sheer agony, he raised his hand to strike her. Before he could get close, mere inches away from her face, she had caught his hand and snapped his fingers with devastating and remarkable force.

    Through the shades of red dripping down the windshield of the car, the hidden stranger watched the horrific sight and laughed to himself. Shrieks of pain echoed through the air, music to his deviant ears. The agony drowned out the
sounds of Nature's nighttime world. The sweet odor of blood now overpowered the once intense redolence of passion by the sweet odor of blood. Eyes pealed and head tilted to get a clearer view, the voyeur began stroking his rock hard
penis with intense and desperate speed.

    Slowly he died, unable to move or protect himself. He was no longer aware or conscious enough to be concerned with what had happened. She started to kiss and fondle his body, lick his chest and neck. Savoring the violence she
unleashed through lust, she tasted his flowing blood. Now soaked from his erupting jugular, she rubbed his own bloody secretions all over her half naked form in spots where the fountain of life- spray hadn't reached, relishing the odor and the succulent taste it had left on her pallette.

    "You're so amazing," she whispered as she nibbled on his ear, repeating his own words in her own mocking tone. While slowly working her way down his neck, with kisses all the way, her wet hands caressed his now bare and blood
red chest.

    She kissed him softly on the lips before going down and taking him into her warm mouth. Gliding her lips and tongue over his half-limp penis, she mixed his blood with his pre-come in her mouth, agreeing with the wonderful flavor and sensation it gave her when she did so. With a satisfying moan, she continued to suck his cock and enjoy every second now that she was in control.

    Hearing the woman's sighs of pleasure, the stranger stared in unadulterated ecstacy sensing his own impending release. Even with a partially obstructed view, he knew very well what was happening inside the vehicle. That knowledge alone was enough for him to reach that plateau of sexual intoxication immediately before his imminent climax.

    The faint clip of her gore streaked teeth biting into his bloodstained penis was the final humiliating blow. With that bite, she had bled him of all his life. The watcher continued to masturbate with rough and excited strokes. Just seconds later the car door creaked open on the side opposite the voyeur's view. With severe quickness, she thrust herself upon the stranger. Taking him by surprise, she knocked him to the leaf-ridden ground below. Naked and slathered in crimson life, she took the man into her mouth mere moments before he came. Sucking furiously, a moan left his saliva-wet lips as he released his seed into her hungry mouth; her chin and lips, dripping a pearly white glaze, mixed with the dead man's still wet blood. Keeping the stranger in her mouth until he grew soft, she made sure that she had drained him of every drop of his load.

    Coming to her feet, she kissed the man tenderly on his lips. Holding out his hand, she did the same. Shining in the moonlight that penetrated through the thick covering of tree limbs above, radiance danced off the brilliant gold of a wedding band. Taking it from his hand, she placed it back on her ring finger.

    The dark carnal game was now over. They were a couple once again.

© Doug Rinaldi

February 1999 HofP