The Gift That Keeps On Giving

It all happened one Halloween…

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“Unhh… unhh… yes, yes.”

Her grunts keep time with my lapping tongue, long slow paintbrush strokes, laving her cunt with attention. Up and down, like a metronome, I continue to work at it as her breathing quickens. She slides her hand between her legs and pulls back the hood, showing me the nub of her clitoris, inviting me to pay it the same devotion, and I comply. Delicately, with the tip of my tongue, I circle the bud, feeling it throbbing and growing under my touch. I alternate between delving into her depths and flicking her clit. I want to desperately stroke my urgent erection but stay patient and keep my hands around her raised thighs.

I’m so engrossed with what I’m doing I can hear her muttering but can’t make out any words. I do sense though what feels like a cold draft filling the room. There’s a rustling from under the bed where I’m kneeling, and then with a whisper, something swirls around my naked hips and latches onto my cock. Startled, my first reaction is to pull away but her fingers in my hair tighten and hold me firmly in place. It’s cool and moist yet not entirely unpleasant, wetting the length of the shaft then pulling back the foreskin and drawing out the head, like a disembodied blowjob.

Her moans have taken on a different tone now, soothing and gentle, almost like she is in a wordless conversation with whatever is enveloping my penis. I am somewhat terrified yet strangely attracted to her, and the sucking action is eliciting all the right reactions from my body. I fight to stay focused and keep my mouth on her cunt, tongue probing inside her, scooping out more of her delicious wetness. It’s like an elixir, and hypnotized I dispel any and all questions I have about what’s going on.

My ministrations appear to have worked as her groans grow longer and quicker, and she comes with a growl. As her hips heave off the bed, it takes all my strength to keep my lips locked in place where they are. I steel myself in position and keep slashing away at her clit with my tongue while her arms thrash about on the bed and she appears to hit a second peak and crests that wave. Her moaning appears to have hit a lower timbre and huskily she seems to be chanting an incantation that I can’t quite hear clearly with her thighs around my ears.

Something was happening though with whatever was sucking me off. It had picked up in urgency and I felt myself thrusting involuntarily towards it. She’d released me and I used my hands to brace myself against the bed. The suction got stronger and stronger and I couldn’t hold off any longer and with a bloodcurdling yell I came, feeling my cock shudder as I spurted out more and more cum.

Even though I felt I’d been drained dry, it still continued, unrelenting. Lights started to flash behind my closed eyelids and I was starting to lose consciousness. My knees shook on the hardwood floor and then gave way as I collapsed in a heap.

I woke up with a start. It was still dark outside, and just then I became aware of a wetness around my lower half. My boxers, the sheets, everything was drenched. The more I tried to grasp at the wisps of the extraordinary dream I’d had to piece together the events that had transpired the hazier it all got, when I heard the ominous rustling from under the bed again…

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