Colleen’s Swamp Adventure by prettynun2010
The unexpected things from visiting the familiar swamp , **written by my friend from Imagefap, Reddwarf**
Chapter 1
March 4, 1990: Robert “Bo” Boggs, a pig-eyed chain-smoking fifty something trucker, dumps a yet another container full of waste chemicals being used in the efforts to create a truly successful pheromone-based aphrodisiac. After years of testing, the scientists had failed to locate the elusive X Factor that would make the drug effective. Abandoning this batch of aphrodisiac, they had it dumped into a local swamp, outside the small town of Peach Tree, Louisiana on the southwestern border near Texas. The discreet and illegal dumping earned Bo big bucks. Bo will die of good moonshine and bad decisions five years later, terminating his presence in this story.
June 26, 2014: Colleen McPherson goes for a swim.
“Motherfucking, piece of shit, asshole, prick!” is how Colleen McPherson described her recently exed-boyfriend.
Her profane assessment of his character came about as the result of an unfortunate discovery: the boyfriend, in bed with two other girls, a buxom blond servicing the boyfriend’s cock and a young slim brunette who was eating out the blond. What really pissed her off was: (a) the ex never told her about it, she would have joined in; (b) the brunette was the mayor’s daughter?! “She’s a 14 year old teenager for Chrissakes!” and (c) the stacked blond was Judy Cutler, her mortal enemy from junior high, high school, and beyond, “Him?! With her?!!”
Colleen had come to the boyfriend’s house to surprise him with a quick morning fuck. She opened the bedroom door and there they were; she looked at them, two pairs of shocked expressions and one blond smirk stared back. Colleen slammed the door and stormed. Her newly ex-boyfriend followed, clad in a blanket, clumsily trying to explain about open relationships, moments of weakness, and other bullshit. She punched him in the face and left him laying spread eagle and naked on the front lawn, his boner sticking straight up like a flag pole.
She spent the rest of the morning gunning her Ford F-150 along the back roads near her house. She stopped the truck, got out and paced the dirt road, fuming. “That son of a bitch,” she thought, angrily kicking the rear tire of her truck. Colleen looked around; the place was familiar. It was a beautiful spot on the edge of the local swamp. This very water fed to a stream by her house, providing bath and drinking water at her place for all of the years she had lived there. The swamp itself had a calm blue-green water in a lagoon surrounded by reeds and cattails framing a small grassy clearing with big gnarled Cyprus trees offering cool shade from the heat.
“I used to swim here,” she remembered.
It was a good place to think, very private; no dangerous animals, just a few frogs and critters. Colleen took a look at the calm cool water and thought, “Why not?” She was hot, sweaty, and pissed. It was approaching noon on a hot, humid day, “May as well cool off. There’s no one around.”
Colleen tossed her hat on the seat of the truck and vigorously shook her fingers through her lustrous red hair, fluffing it out and framing her beautiful, oval face. She took off her clothes and put them on the seat of the truck, enjoying the warm sun and gentle breeze on her smooth skin. Her tender feet warmed by the sandy dirt road, then cooled by the soft grass as she strolled unashamed down under the low hanging trees, the sexy woman was exhilarated to be naked and so free out in the open, even if there were no one around this lonely country road to see her. To a casual observer (if any were to be found) she was a redhead through and through, from her neatly trimmed red bush to the dancing crimson hues of her tresses. Her 23 year old body was firm and athletic with cute 34B breasts and long, slim limbs. A smattering of freckles dotted her arms and shoulders. Her eyes were bright green and flashed with her temper. Her sensual face sported a cute upturned nose and a wide, sensuous mouth. Colleen tiptoed between low hanging willow and Cyprus tree branches and padded over the thick patches of grass before moving gingerly to the water’s edge. The slim girl waded up to her waist in the refreshing cool water of the swamp, her toes squishing into the algae and mud as her motions moved lily pads and water reeds in her wake.
Colleen glided about the small pool for the next half hour, letting the soothing waters calm her jangled nerves. Occasionally, a large splash here or there caught her attention, but as the crickets and other wood sounds continued undisturbed, Colleen knew she was safe. As she lazily made her way towards the bank to sun herself in the warm shafts that broke the leafy canopy overhead, she felt something brush against her leg. “Log,” she thought, as she turned on her back, her lower body submerged in the cool water as she soaked in the shallows, relishing the luxury of swimming naked. She lay her head back on the cool muddy bank, thoughts drifting as she planning revenge on Judy, unaware of the eyes watching her body.
The observer wasn’t human; Colleen’s movements had caught the attention of something altogether different. It swam towards the reclining redhead with just one goal.
Colleen’s revenge fantasies were ended abruptly by a splash and a splat. A mysterious something had reared up out of the water and plopped wetly onto her stomach. “What…?!” Colleen gasped as she jerked to sit up, then fell back into the water. Using her arms to push behind her, she sat back up, sputtering, aware of a wet, slimy weight upon her body.
One look widened her eyes in shock, “What the fuck?!!”
A long eel-like creature was laying on her abdomen! “Goddamn! That’s a big lamprey!” she thought.
It was the biggest she’d ever seen. Normally they were only as big around as two fingers, but this one was thicker than her clenched fist and at least three feet long! More horribly, its oval mouth was fastened solidly onto her right boob. Lampreys were parasitic creatures; usually they targeted fish, clamping their sharp teeth onto the skin and sucking out the meat; for some reason this creature was interested in Colleen.
“Ewww! Ick! Get off me!” Colleen cried, tugging frantically at the eel’s body. The lamprey’s skin was wet and slimy; its mouth was stuck to her like glue. It slipped in her frantic grip and she couldn’t get purchase on the greasy things body.
“Damn! It won’t budge,” Colleen thought after a moment’s futile tugging. Oddly, she felt no painful bites from the creature, just the inconvenience of having it attached to her.
“Well,” she thought, “Guess it’s the hospital or vet, see if they can do something. God! This is so embarrassing. It’ll get around and Judy will have something else to laugh about.”
Unfortunately, not only was the lamprey heavier than it looked, but every time she tried to rise out of the water, her hands and feet would slip in the slimy ground near the bank, causing her to fall back. Likewise, each time she would expose the creature to air, it would wriggle violently, pulling painfully at her breast and forcing Colleen to lie back down, submerging her chest under the shallow water. She got the message: the creature didn’t want her to leave. “Fuck,” she thought, “What am I going to do now? I can’t stay like this forever.”