“WHAT?” Ch. 02

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When I awoke several hours later, images of what had happened the night before swirled through my head. The beautiful woman I’d met; so strange, so different yet so familiar.

It was if I could still feel the warmth of her body against mine as I became aware of the things around me; the far-way sound of Caribbean music floating through the open balcony door, the warm, moistness around my cock. “Wha …?” I muttered as I looked downwards.

Becka was gone, replaced by an all too familiar woman with the same beautiful face and body but with auburn hair and brown eyes. “Gawd, she looks so much like the porn star, Julia Ann,” I thought.

“Where’s Becka?” I asked, my mind still fogged from the previous night’s drinking.

“She had to leave,” the woman whispered, jokingly. “Last night was her last night here before she went home.”

“Ahhh. So you’re her … hmmmmmm … ‘replacement’?”

“Sort of; my name’s Maggie.”

I almost said, “I know” but decided to play along with her game. “Mornin’ Maggie.”

“Mornin’ yourself,” she replied. “I hope you don’t mind?” she indicated as she waved my cock.

“Not at all. I think it’s been every guy’s fantasy to wake up with a beautiful woman sucking on his cock.”

“Mmmmmmm, you are such a naughty boy,” she giggled.

I watched as she lowered her full, red, wet lips around the head. Her tongue probed the slit before wrapping underneath, tantalizing the nerves there. Her hand moved up and down the exposed portion of the shaft. I caressed her back and then slid down around her side to fondle her bare tits as they rubbed against my inner thighs. She responded by gently nipping at the head of my cock, sending a sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt before coursing through my body.


She sucked on my cock as if were the only thing in life that mattered, roughly moving her mouth over the shaft, occasionally rubbing her teeth over the sensitive skin. The room soon filled with a wet, ‘slurpy’ sound as her head bobbed up and down faster and faster. The sensation was overwhelming.

It was obvious that neither one of us was thinking straight, the thought of Dan and Jess’s wedding the least important thing on my mind at the moment. I lay back, holding her head in my hands, feeling her head moving up and down as she greedily swallowed my cock.

Unable to withstand the desires she’d awoken any longer, I pulled her up by her shoulders until her face was even with mine. Our lips met. It was the same and yet different güvenilir bahis than what I’d felt with Becka. The passion was still there but something else, something more subtle, almost hidden, lingered in our touch.

My hands slid over her back, stroking the soft, delicate skin before dropping lower. Her tits hung beneath her, her hard nipples now gliding across my chest. They felt huge in my hands as I squeezed them.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” she sighed. “I like that.”

“I do, too. In fact, any man who doesn’t would be nuts.”

“I guess that means my husband’s nuts,” she whispered. “He hasn’t touched them, or me, since I had our baby.”

“He’s not only nuts,” I replied. “He’s an idiot.”

She didn’t say any more as she lowered her lips to mine once again.

My hands continued to explore her body, tenderly. First her smooth stomach with just the slightest hint of a ‘baby bump,’ followed by the round orbs of her ass and the soft fur of her pubic hair. I had planned on waiting before I went any further, but that was my idea … not hers.

She shifted in my lap, her legs straddling my hips, her pussy pressed against my hand. A low moan filtered from between her teeth. “Yessssssssss.”

She was soaking wet. Her pussy and inner thighs were coated with her slick juices. I couldn’t wait as I reached down and pulled my cock up, aiming it at her hot, dripping hole.

She felt it and moved so she was on her knees before taking my cock in her hand. “Already?”

I did as I replied, “You started it.”

She smiled as she slowly sat down, taking my entire length with ease.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” she groaned as she began to ride me, starting slowly but quickly increasing the pace until it was like she was riding a bucking bronco.

The bed springs creaked as I reached up and grabbed her tits.

“36D,” she whispered as she bent towards my face and offered them to me, “But they were even bigger when I was pregnant.”

The mental image of her huge tits caused my cock to twitch and vibrate inside her.

“Suck them. Kiss my tits. Lick my nipples. Bite them if you want but I should warn you I only stopped breastfeeding my baby a little while ago.”

The idea of drinking her breast milk triggered some deep, forbidden, taboo desire. I licked and sucked on them, using my teeth to gently nibble and tug on her nipples as my hands held her waist, guiding her hips up and down. I thrust upwards each time, meeting her every move.

“Yes … yes … yes,” she began to chant.

Not wanting anyone to know we were still here, I pulled her lips back to mine and thrust my tongue into türkçe bahis her mouth but the noise didn’t stop. If anything, her grunting and moaning grew louder.

She straightened her back and sat up, fucking me by moving her hips back and forth. I watched her big round tits bounce and sway in the bright morning light as she moved. They were amazing, topped with extra puffy nipples, their tips hardened. Watching her ride my cock was all I needed. I felt my balls begin to tighten and pull upwards.

From the far corners of my brain, I began to wonder if I should come inside her. Then I remembered that I’d cum inside Becka the night before, besides it felt too good to stop. “Now’s the time for fucking and cumming. Fuck this slut. Give her your cock. Pound her pussy and make her cum. Worry about the other shit later,” the primal part of my brain replied.

Her pussy suddenly tightened, gripping my cock. She stopped her movements and let me do the fucking. She sat up in my lap pressing herself downwards, mashing her clit against the base of my cock. Then she grabbed her tits and squeezed. As she’d warned me, warm, mother’s milk sprayed from the tips. “Yeah … yeah … yeah … do it … ohhhhhhh … make me cum … gawd, I need it.

As her mother’s milk splattered across my chest, I grabbed her hips and pumped up into her each time she lowered herself to meet my thrust. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer but hoped that I had enough left in me to push her over the edge as well. I didn’t need to worry.

“Ohhhhhhh, yeah … just like that … ohhhh … ohhhh … ohhh … harder … ohmigod … deeper … fuck me, stud … yessssssssss … so good … ahhhh … ahhhh … ahhhh … gawd … I can feel every fucking inch of your cock in me … stretch me baby … fill me with your cum … fill me until it drips out … yessssss … yessssssssss … yessssssssss … right there … ohhhhhhhhhhhh … gonna cummmmmmmmmmmm,” she wailed.

The sound, the feel, and the aroma of her cumming was more than I could handle. I sat up as I pulled her down, and took a tit into my mouth, biting gently on her nipple. This time her milk sprayed into my mouth. I sucked on it like a newborn, swallowing every drop. At the same time, I felt my cock pulse and jerk, my cum rocketing from the tip. I had never felt anything like it before as my cock seemed to pump gallons of cum into her. I felt our combined juices leaking around my cock and down its length, over my balls and through the crease of my ass before puddling on the bed sheets beneath me.

Her body continued to shake until, with one last push, she buried my cock against the güvenilir bahis siteleri wall of her womb and collapsed on top of me.

The most I could do was lightly stroke her hair as we held each other, trying to catch our breath.

Later, I rolled her off of me and my cock slipped out of her sopping wet cunt with an audible, wet ‘POP’.

We laid in bed silently staring at the ceiling before I asked, “What now?”

“That depends on you,” she rasped, breathless from the fucking we’d just given each other.

“What do you mean?”

“That depends on what you tell your father.”

“So he doesn’t know about this?”

“My gawd, no. He thinks I’m at a ‘fat-farm’.”

“But why? You look fantastic.”

“If you remember, I put on some weight when I was pregnant with your step-sister. Afterwards, your father started calling me ‘fat’. When I told your Aun … mmmmm … when I told someone about it they suggested I come down here and get some sex-ercise. Apparently she’d been a ‘guest waitress’ at the Silver Slipper on and off for several years.”

I shook my head as I heard her use the abbreviation for sexual exercise, aka fucking, while at the same time wondering how my Aunt’s family didn’t know anything about her visits to the Silver Slipper. Instead, I replied, “That still doesn’t answer the question of what happens now.”

She rolled on her side, her breast brushing against my arm. “Actually it does. If you don’t say anything, we can continue my sex-ercises even when we get home. If you say anything, well then, it’s pretty much over for all of us. Although there may be one small detail we might want to consider.”

“What’s that?”

“You see,” she purred as she ran a fingertip lightly over his chest. “I’ve used ‘protection’ with everyone else I’ve fucked since I came down here but last night I, or I should say we, got carried away and then this morning all I could think of was how good it felt last night.

“So what are ya’ saying?”

“Well, unless I lost count of my cycle I ovulated the day before yesterday … soooooo, it’s possible I could be pregnant.”

I was about to say something when I heard a knock at the door. “What?” I groaned.


Okay readers, this is where I’m going to end this story, for the moment, not because there can’t, or shouldn’t, be more chapters but because the possibilities are so endless.

What I’m asking from you, is that for the two weeks after this story is published you post or send your comments and ideas about what should happen next.

At the end of the two weeks, I’ll review the ideas and go with the majority regarding a third, or even, fourth chapter.

In the mean time, thanks for taking the time to read my stories. I hope you enjoy them and don’t forget to vote.

~ Ghostwalker ~

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