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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 for balance.
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. An explosion, after explosion, shook her to the core. Her fingernails desperately clawed at his back. 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 and rubbed it like crazy.
"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 pussy. 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 he had indeed impregnated and another part wondered how she could explain an unexpected pregnancy after all these years. She decided she would worry about that if the time ever came.
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 and slipped away into the darkness. When Christina awakened the next morning, Michael was gone. She briefly wondered if he had even been there at all, but there was a delightful soreness between her thighs. She quickly dismissed the thought of him not being there and wondered if she would ever see him again.
She found her nightgown on the floor and pulled it over her head. She noticed her panties were missing and assumed Michael took them as a souvenir. 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 hid 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 and 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 underwear, however he had a pair of women’s panties in his pocket. The coroner said he was commando when he undressed him at the autopsy room. He also noticed fresh claw marks on the man’s back that looked like he had tangled with some kind of wild cat. After dinner, Christina slipped into her bedroom to see if the boxers were still where she had left them. They were still in her dresser drawer and she asked herself, "How could he have been with me last night if he had been dead for at least three days'?". It was a question she never expected to be adequately answered.
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 by the mysterious visitor. She often told herself that she didn’t care if Michael was real or a ghost; he gave them what she and Greg needed 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. She had renewed faith in prayer.
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