Halloween

Sammi whispered, “no, no you mustn’t, we mustn’t, oh...” She whispered it and without authority just in case her lover should think that she was serious, that she meant him to stop.

How strange, that in the dark she could see his face clearly and yet indistinctly, as if she didn’t know him. Yet his lips sucking at her labia, his strong tongue penetrating and exploring the entrance of her vulva seems as familiar as those of her husband.

His mouth sucking the copious flow of her vaginal secretions was the most natural thing on this earth. The sensations that his actions generated not only at her pussy but deep within it, deep within the depths of her body, were familiar yet came from an unfamiliar mouth, a mouth she had wanted for so long. Now, it was happening, she was his, he was at last hers. But... who was he?

The black hair was thick and silky between her fingers as she pulled his head tighter to her inflamed vulva. Shaking his head to free it from her grip he smiled up at her, his full lips glistening with juices fresh from lapping hard at her engorged labia. At her blown kiss he took a brief detour, climbing her aching body and sucking her mouth to his. As his tongue wormed into her oral cavity it carried the familiar mustiness of her own body that she always accepted as part oral sex.

Despite the considerable pleasure that his lips conveyed to her mouth, Sammi’s attention returned to the area that his mouth had left to cool. But it didn’t cool; in fact it was if his mouth were still there, his lips peeling apart the tender, sensitive wings of her inner labia. As if that probing tongue was wriggling to insinuate and fill the entrance to the fleshy tunnel that soon, she hoped, would be filled by his erect manhood as it plunged on its travel toward her womb.

The temperature of her body rose alarmingly, it scared her yet she delighted in it, knowing that from her heat and from the addition of his heat would come overwhelming yet exquisite sensations that always caused her to express the joy and delight in the coarsest language and at great volume.

Almost past caring yet totally aware of it, Sammi struggled to understand how his hot kisses that she enthusiastically returned, that were making her lips turn numb could at the same time be bringing her clitoris to the throbbing edge of orgasm.

Sammi tentatively reached to her groin; her fingers found blood engorged labia from which oozed her juices, pressed between them and into her vagina there was nothing but a continuation of the sensations of his mouth and tongue. Yet here still was his expert tongue in her mouth, his wicked hands on her breasts, nipping at her nipples as if at her clitoris.

An inspired thought occurred to her as she delighted in the man’s artistry at her mouth, at her breast, at her vulva... “Oh god, I need his gorgeously thick and hard cock to pierce my aching pussy... if only...”

She was forced to draw a deep breath as, between her thighs, and muscular hips brushed them further apart and at her vulva heat from him further effused her labia begging to be forced apart. Then, there it was, the thickness that pushed slowly to open up her vagina and began to explore the wet heat and over sensitive walls.

“Yes, oh yes, I need it to plunge to my womb to fill me instantly, bring me to the orgasm I want, I deserve, then to fuck me until I pass out”

The cock plunged down her sensitive tube bringing her to the first of what she knew would be multiple orgasms.

Sammi knew what was happening now, but it didn’t matter, she would take pleasure from her experience of this dream at witching hour, after all Halloween came only once a year.