A naked goddess before me at the witching hour                     A Halloween tail

A naked goddess before me at the witching hour
                   A Halloween tail

Leila’s ebony skin glistens in the gloom. She’s regal, a queen of the night, her darkness and my light contrasting in a way that seems too perfect, too beautiful to be real. My fingers burrow between her thighs, spreading her open, her interior vividly pink, eerily bright in the moonlight. Her bush is springy and damp as I lean in to lick her, a vibrant tang on my tongue. She quivers, her cries rising like an incantation…
On Halloween night I’m woken by fireworks in the early hours, and go into the shared kitchen-common room to make some coffee. The room is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator, so I turn on the TV and sit there a while, freaked out by the thought that there’s not another living soul in the building. I guess I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, someone has taken my hand and is gently shaking me awake.
I open my eyes; it’s my friend Leila. She looks stunning in the ghostly blue light of the TV; a powerful, gorgeous black woman, looking more African goddess than the cool urbanite she really is.
Drowsy, muddled, I know there’s something odd about this. Why is Leila here? I’m overseas, I caught a plane in a huge rush, and nobody back home even knows where I am. I try to ask her, but with a mischievous grin she puts her finger to my lips — silence — and pulls me to my feet.
We kiss. Her lips are cool and refreshing, but I can feel her heart pounding like a drum as she holds me close. Her hand is around my waist, sliding down to grip my ass, pressing me tighter against her. We are cock to pussy, and I feel her heat through her flimsy dress as she grinds against me.
Leila unties my robe, letting it fall open, hand moving to squeeze my cock, I her pinch nipples stiff; and then down between her legs. My fingers go straight to the hot, creamy entrance of her cunt, dabbling in the juice collected there for only a second before bunching together and thrusting fingers up into her, hard, like a cock. She feels stretched, utterly penetrated, shockingly full. I don’t often make love this way, preferring a more delicate approach, and I find it exciting that she’s fucking her like a virile guy, making her feel it, making her scream for more.
As I kneel to suck her clit forcefully, fingers hooking to hammer her G-spot with every thrust, my other hand gripping her ass cheek hard enough to bruise. As I kneeling to her, and worshipping her cunt with my lips and tongue, but the weaver of magic here, the high priestess of yoni; she mind to command.
Leila’s fingers rub and press and stroke, her tongue laps and flicks, and I feel the ecstatic rush build within me until sudden screams and cascades of Cummings and blasts of pure bliss gush from me. Her face is shiny with my wetness when she rises to kiss me again.
Now she’s unleashed the primal passion inside me, everything I’ve kept dammed up in the past few days, and I’m desperate to taste her, to feel the wildness in her rise to the surface. As if reading my mind she shrugs off her dress and stands naked before me, proud and perfect, like an obsidian statue in the flickering half-light.
She sinks to her hands and knees and I move behind her, spreading her cheeks and licking a stripe from her asshole to her clit, making her call out in a language I don’t recognize, strange and guttural. Her cries rise in pitch and volume as I lick her again and again, harder each time, until they become a rhythmic chant. I feel the sound reverberate deep within me, swelling until it fills the whole room, the vibration almost unbearably intense.
Leila swings around and grabs me, wrestling me to the ground thighs entwined with mine, and mashes her hot, slippery pussy against my cock. Her coarse bush scratches my smooth balls, her fleshy cunt-lips rubbing my cock like a lover’s kiss, her wetness mixing with mine in a thick gloss. My hips move involuntarily, rhythm synchronizing to hers in a wild dance, the words of her chant rising from my throat unbidden.
My orgasm builds from my molten core and explodes through me with enough force to shatter the windows. Leila utters a piercing scream, and I distinctly feel her liquid climax squirting into my cock, her life force pumping over me, before everything goes black…
I wake as dawn breaks, in my bed in the hospital. Everything is perfectly still and peaceful.
What a fucking sweet dream
By nutbuster