Late Night Visitor

She felt his pulse, again and again, filling her mouth. She wrapped her lips tightly around his flesh and sucked the last few vestiges of semen from his spent member. He stayed hard. She didn't want to let him go. Her fantasy had finally come true. His warm seed was pooled deep in her mouth; she swirled it around with her tongue and savored the taste. She had become his shameless whore, his wanton slut.

Michael pulled out. She swallowed. Michael lifted her from her knees and laid her back on the couch as he pushed her knees back and spread her legs. His lips teased the insides of both thighs. He blew gently on her moist folds sending a shiver through her body. His tongue reached out and flicked over her hard little clit and then plunged his tongue into her steamy passage.

"Oh god... yes," She moaned.

He clamped his lips around her quivering mound and continued to pleasure her with his tongue. She squirmed on the couch and pushed against his mouth. Her hands found the back of his head and tried to pull him into her. Her moans became louder and more desperate. She no longer cared if Greg heard them or not. Her thighs began to shake, and her toes curled. The pressure in her belly became unbearable. It released in another violent orgasm.

She bucked and jerked against his mouth. Ripples of pleasure gripped her insides in a wave of bliss. Her shrieks and squeals filled the air. Michael's tongue lapped up the juices pouring from Christina's opening. She removed her hands from his head to her breast and pinched her throbbing nipples. She arched her back and gritted her teeth. Another wave of spasms gripped her.

His tongue moved to her clit fluttering across it like the wings of a hummingbird. Two fingers plunged into her quivering chamber. It felt like her insides were going to burst from the explosions of pleasure gushing out from between her legs. She heard a scream and realized that it had come from her own mouth. Her breasts heaved up and down as she gasped for air. Even though her cry had been loud, still no husband appeared.

She tried to communicate to Michael that she needed his hard cock; not his tongue. Her body was still shaking when Michael finally got the message and pulled away. Bolts of lightning reveal a body that looks like a Greek sculpture. His oversized cock was still jutted out from a mass of dark pubic hair. She could see it pulsing with life. She needed more than anything to feel his massive cock deep inside her pussy. She needed to feel his sperm. She wanted his baby.

Michael pulled her towards him until her ass was hanging over the edge of the couch. He pushed her legs back towards her shoulders and guided the swollen tip of his giant cock between her folds. She felt his bulging knob at her entrance and knew she was about to get what she had so desperately craved. She didn't understand why he didn't go ahead and shove it into her.

"Fuck me," She heard herself say using words she hadn't said to any man in ages. "Please fuck me. Give me a child."

His hips leaped forward driving his hard cock deep into her body. He plunged into her again stretching her tight passage to accommodate his size. He continued to plow into her filling her as no man had ever filled her. Every nerve ending in her body could feel his hard, almost violent, thrusts. It was what she wanted...what she needed...what she had prayed for each night since Greg had begun ignoring her needs.

Her head jerked backward each time he slammed into her. He wrapped his hands around her hips to keep her body from sliding away. She grabbed his hips with her legs in a death grip attempting to maintain her connection, but it was a losing cause. She felt like she was being torn apart by the non-stop explosions ripping through her pussy. She was able to wrap her legs around Michael and gain some stability, but she needed to feel his seed explode inside her.

"God yes... fuck me... FUCK ME...!"

Her screams of pleasure turned to whimpers of exhaustion when Michael finally stopped moving. His huge cock was still buried deep inside her. She wanted to scream for him to continue. The walls of her vagina twitched against him as the convulsions slowly subsided. Michael pulled her into a sitting position and kissed her hard on the lips. He lifted her into the air and cupped the cheeks of her ass. She threw her arms around him.

He held her like a rag doll with his cock buried deep inside her body. She pulled herself up to his length and plunged down impaling her pussy on his massive shaft. She did it again and again and again. She needed to feel his cum in her. He guided her movements with his hands and thrust up into her each time she came crashing down on him.

"Oh god... yes... more... fuck me...more."

She desperately held on tightly and rode him like the whore she had become. He slammed her hard against the couch and fucked her harder, jerking her head upward on each powerful thrust. Christina's heels dug into the cheeks of Michael's ass as her fingers clawed at his back. She sank her teeth into the thin skin of his neck. She couldn't get enough. She desperately clung to him as he continued to slam down into her pussy. A bolt of lightning flashed dangerously close to the house, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to get fucked by this handsome man and feel his seed fill her pussy.

He held her to the couch with his cock still buried deep between her legs. She pulled her knees to her shoulders and felt him driving straight down into her twitching pussy. He fucked her hard and deep. One explosion, after another explosion, shook her to the very core. Her fingernails desperately clawed at his back, leaving deep claw marks. Her screams of pleasure were drowned out by the pounding rain and crashing thunder.

Michael flipped her over until she was face down on the couch. He lifted her ass into the air and rammed his cock deep into her pussy from behind. He slammed into her hard and fast driving her into the couch with each powerful thrust. Her hand moved under her body. She found her clit.

"OH FUCK... OH FUCK... I'M CUMMING..."

More explosions gripped her pussy. Michael continued to drive his cock between her cheeks and deep into her quivering chamber. She pushed back against him trying to pull him even further into her womb. She needed to feel his orgasm; not her own. One orgasm after the next crashed through her exhausted body until her screams turned to whimpers. She was barely conscious when she felt him swell inside her.

Tears came to her eyes when she finally heard his primeval grunt and felt a new warmth spread through her belly as he pumped semen into her body. She squirmed against his spewing member. Her pussy clenched his thrusting cock trying to squeeze out every drop of his baby making cream into her hungry passage. It seemed to go on forever. Her body shuddered with a final spasm when he was finally finished. She collapsed onto her belly, and Michael stayed inside her. She felt his heavyweight pressing her into the couch. Her pussy twitched against his spent member in a series of post-orgasmic spasms. She continued to squirm against his cock trying to keep this moment alive for as long as she could.

He finally pulled out, and she rolled onto her back and looked up at him. The next flash of lightning showed him on his hands and knees staring down at her naked body with a confident smile of conquest on his face. He nodded at her and pulled her into the spoon position then pulled the wool blanket over them. She felt his sperm slowly seeping out from between her legs and realized that he might have impregnated her. She had never been on birth control since marrying Greg. She and Greg had tried since getting married to start a family. So far, they had been unsuccessful. She secretly hoped that Michael had gotten her pregnant. It should bother her that a stranger might be the father of her baby, but it didn't matter in the least. A part of her hoped her prayers had indeed been answered and she was pregnant.

They drifted into a deep slumber. After Christina was lightly snoring and obviously asleep Michael quietly dressed. His clothes were dry now, but he couldn't locate his boxer shorts in the dark. He decided it didn't matter. When Christina awakened in the morning, Michael was gone. She briefly wondered if he had even been there at all. She quickly dismissed that thought and wondered if she would ever see him again.

She found her nightgown on the floor and pulled it over her head. She noticed Michael's boxers sitting in the corner near the couch; proof he had indeed been there. She lifted them to her nose and smelled the intense fragrance of his cock. She shamelessly slid a hand under her gown and rubbed her pussy while holding his briefs to her nose. She felt like such a slut, but at least she was a sexually satisfied slut.

She tip-toed into the bedroom and hide Michael's briefs in her dresser drawer. Greg was still snoring. She prepared an excellent breakfast and then woke up Greg. He had just enough time to shower, eat breakfast and then head off to work. Christina spent the rest of her day cleaning house and thinking about how wonderfully satisfied she was because of her night with Michael.

EPILOGUE:

When Greg came home from work that night, he was bubbling over with excitement. It seemed he had discovered a dead body in one of the boxcars they unloaded. The man appeared to be a transient. The sheriff said he had probably come into the railroad yard in a boxcar from Canada three days earlier but wasn't discovered until the crew opened the sealed boxcar that morning to unload it. The man was dressed in a green army field jacket and jeans. The only thing he had in the way of identification was a Silver Star in a pocket of his jeans. The medal had an id number they could use to find out who he was. Greg commented that the poor man didn't even own a pair of boxer shorts. He was commando when the corner undressed him at the autopsy room. He also had deep gashes on his back that looked like he had tangled with a wild cat of some sort. After dinner, Christina slipped into her bedroom to see if the boxers were still where she had left them that morning. They were still there. "How could he have been with me if he had been dead for at least three days', she asked herself.

Three months later Christina excitedly confirmed she was pregnant. Greg paraded around the railroad yards bragging about the new baby that was on the way. Exactly nine months from that stormy night, Christina delivered a healthy baby boy. Christina insisted on naming the boy Michael. That puzzled Greg because there was no one else in their family named Michael. However, Greg was so thrilled to have a son he never objected to him being named Michael. Christina secretly clung to the boxer shorts left behind. She often told herself that she didn't care if Michael was real or a ghost; he gave them what she and Greg need most. He gave them a son and restored their happy family. When no one was around, Christina would take the boxers out of the hiding place and sniff the aroma of Michael while thanking God for his visit. She had renewed faith in prayer.