Perchance to dream

It was strange. John lay in the bed and gazed at the storm. John could hear none of the thunder blasts or the beating rain. John was soon asleep as John enjoyed the serine silence in the large Victorian bed. His dreams were haunted with re-visitations form the spectral lovers. They were good dreams the best John had ever had and still they paled in comparison to the real thing. That was at first anyway, but then his dreams became very realistic.

Then John awakened to the most wonderful sensation. As John came from his dormant to awareness John realized that it was not the dreams which improved but rather his actual condition. In the shadow John could make out a tall feminine form atop his unadorn waist. John found himself in a state of great surprise. John tried to get up but he heard that voice whisper in his ear once again. ‘Just let himself go with it John.’ And so he did. If John was going to fuck it is going to be on his terms no matter who this mysterious harlot was. Thus John wrapped his arms around her waist then twisted his bodies so that he are now on top. John shaded lover tightens every muscle with surprise and sends his cock into paradise. John begin pounding away at her incredibly tight cunt. He wondered who has snuck into his room. Was this Isis? Could it possibly be Sarah, perhaps spurred on by Isis’s earlier display? Was it perhaps one of his phantom lovers from earlier? It really didn’t matter whoever she was she a fantastic fuck, the kind John never forget no matter how long he live. She knew just how to make his cock scream with pleasure while it was not better than his earlier triple fuck it was as good in a different way. John leaned down taking one her massive tits in his mouth. He knew then it wasn’t Sarah, the breast was far too large. His shadow-slut moaned with each thrust. She locked her legs around his waist, pulling harder and harder against her pussy.

Then it came, John could feel his body readying to burst, and at first he thought he had, but John hadn’t. John could feel it. He had not come when he should have and his cock was aching with the need. The body tried but it only **** his member to stretch and ache with the effort. Soon he was trying to cum again, and again, but no matter what John would not ejaculate. His balls were swollen and his cock was killing him. He could do nothing but continue to fuck her, her legs had him trapped she was incredibly strong, and he needed to orgasm like no other time in his life. She was cumming repeatedly. Her hot little cunt was pulsating with each orgasms.

Then she screamed with one massive orgasm, and fell to the bed and giving not evidence of life; other than her fingers which caressed his arms, she lies limp. John on the other hand was intent on finishing this fuck. He pulled out. His dick was huge and red. It had never been this big or this sore. He began to beat off **** for relief. Then she spoke, “Can’t cum can ya John.” It was Isis now he was sure. John stopped his pounding. Isis's twat gripped and rippled over John's cock as if it had a mind of its own. He watched her curiously, sweat falling from his face. “That’s right, he's pretty damn good even for some one his age, but he still can’t. I Shan’t let him until I am ready." She looked in his gaze with smiling evil eyes. "If you really want to fill my hot little pussy with your juice then lean your ear to my lips and let me tell you in on a little secret.” Isis spoke through mocking pouted lips. John desperately leaned in. That is when he felt the sharp piercing pain in his neck.