Spirits of the Dead

Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

Spirits of the dead
edgar allen poe

He held her there, not letting her move, as he continued to flick his tongue in between her open legs. She could feel herself getting wet, her ass moving up slightly so he could get to her. He opened her up, inserting his finger into her vagina. She came, right into his hand, juice flowing from an eternal spring. He lapped it up like a thirsty cat, drinking every bit of her that spilled.
She went to turn around again, and again, he stopped her. She was at the bottom of the bed, her arms above her head, her still not being able to turn around to see his face.

He still worked his finger in and out, causing her to tighten around it, feeling it like feeling his penis, stroking in and out of her. She rolled her eyes up, moaning, feeling his finger start to stroke her clitoris. She felt his other finger start to stroke her anus.. This scared her a little, until she heard his voice over her sighs, “fiez-vous à moi mon amour, fermez vos yeux et fiez-vous à moi..”she felt her body go, her muscles became more relaxed. Trust him he said, close my eyes and trust him. Her whole body went limp, she willing her muscles to release all the tension she had felt. She could feel his finger, gentle, tiny little strokes on her anus, as his other finger worked magic else where, getting her more and more excited as the seconds passed. She felt a slight pressure there, and felt his finger go in just a little. It was a strange experience for her, both places being massaged at the same time, it felt...wonderful, strange, breathtaking...

She let go again, hearing him moan as well, feeling him this time pushing somewhat harder, moving in and out to her breaths. Her body moved with this, her hands gripping the sheets so tight that they came off the mattress. She began to moan louder, her body moving now, slowly to his fingers. She could feel him, his hardness on her, on her crack, wet with her juices he had rubbed on his hardness. His finger came out of her, and she could feel his cock slide into her, filling her. It hurt at first, scaring her, but he was gentle, just pushing a small amount at a time until she could take it all. His other finger never left her love canal, wet, the bed, his hand, his cock, hard with anticipation of this new fore’ into the dark ways of lovemaking...
She took it, holding her breath, and relaxing, having to, it feeling so weird, but so good. She was so horny that she thought at one point she would come at least a hundred times. It was endless the feelings she was having. She tingled and shook with each orgasm, as his stroke in her became more and more urgent. He held her there, his hand on her ass, drawing her to him, pushing her back, pulling her to him once again.

Her head filled with the grunts of him, even though she couldn’t see him, she could vision him, his head back, his long hair wet with sweat, his body glistening now with it, she could feel his face over her body as he bent over her with each stroke, droplets of his water falling on her back.

She could feel him, starting to tighten, his strokes getting more aggressive...she tried not to panic, but just to enjoy the feelings of this. Once again the tingling started all over, and she thrust backwards hard, wanting him now, to pound harder into her, to feel all of him in the virgin place, wanting him to come deep within her.

His finger came out of her, and both hands were firmly placed on her ass. She could feel his grip, his nails digging into her flesh, scraping down as each stroke was met from him by a moan.

The tempo got faster, more aggressive from him, him slapping her naked ass as she took it all in, feeling his balls flap against her vagina, making her that much more wet. They were beginning to tighten to the feel of all this, and the motion kept her breathless.

His hands became rougher with her, grabbing her hips, then her ass, as she lay there in the same position he put her in, he grabbed her legs, and pulled her to him, as he drover harder into her.

Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, his hands traveled back up to her ass, and he inserted his finger back into her vagina. Slow strokes with it, fast strokes with the other. She came. And came again, hearing him moan softly himself, “ah oui mon ange, il se sent bien ainsi, j'aime être à l'intérieur de vous en estimant que vous me voulez”(ah yes my angel, it feels so good, i love being inside you feeling you want me).

She felt him pound into her hard, once, twice, three times, grunting loudly now, and she felt the hotness of his seed into her, spewing, pumping into her and she loved it, loved every decadent moment of this wild passion. She was spent, as she knew he was. She felt him pull out of her, and kiss her there, kiss her ass, and kiss her legs. She crawled back on the bed, and rolled over on her side, breathing hard, tears running down her face, silently so as he wouldn’t know.

She couldn’t figure out what all this was, what just happened to her, how she let him do that without a thought and above all, she liked it. She liked the feeling of having him where no one else had been, of having him inside her in every way...

She wiped the tears from her eyes, and felt his hands around her, his strong arms holding her once again.

“mon amour, mon ange. ma petite fleur. vous êtes si spéciaux à moi....”(my love, my angel. my little flower. you are so special to me....).

She was weak and shaky, and really needed to go use the bathroom. She rolled over, to finally get to kiss his wonderful lips, the ones that had been all over her body...

She rolled over to hold him and have him hold her in the glow of the night....

Only to find, he was not there..