Breeding by the Ghost

by Fiona Thompson

  Copyright 2012, Fiona Thompson

  Keeping it Kinky…..

  Chapter One

  Nancy pulled her convertible sedan up to the old school Victorian home. The realtor was already outside waiting for her, but it took Nancy a minute to collect her thoughts before she was ready to go in.

  Stroking the pendant she wore around her next, given to her by her late husband before she died, Nancy took a deep breath. Feeling more relaxed, she swung her legs out of the vehicle and headed over to the realtor.

  Nancy was good looking and far too young to be a widow, but that’s exactly what she was, almost three months to the day. When John, her husband had been driving late one night, Nancy never expected he’d be killed. But the roads were slick, and visibility was poor. She guessed that’s what happened when you took life for granted. It passed you buy while you checked email, filed reports.

  Now she was without her husband and it was time to move on. Time to sell his family home. Only one thing left to do. And tonight would be the night since now she was ovulating. Nancy was hot, bothered and with a dripping pussy. Tonight was the night.

  Nancy forced a smile and shook the realtor’s hand. “Thanks for meeting me on short notice.”

  “It’s understandable why you’d want to see the home before you sell it.” They climbed the stairs together in harmony. “But to spend the night here, are you sure?”

  Nancy pulled the door open and stared into the lovely living room with it’s rich dark colors, and pristine antique furniture. “This is where my husband grew up. He loved this house so much he couldn’t part with it. I’m sure.”

  The realtor smiled. “For one night it’ll help you feel close to him, is that it?”

  “It is,” Nancy said, while stroking the pendant around her neck. “He always said he would love this place, and he would live on here.”

  Nancy stepped inside and took a deep breath. “And it’s true. I can feel him here.” Her eyes filled with tears and she cradled herself. “Yes, I think something of him is still here.”

  “Are you sure you want to sell it?” The realtor asked in a whisper.

  “Can’t afford to keep this and our—my other home. This one has to go.” Nancy said mournfully and placed her overnight bag down beside the sofa.

  “Here are the keys. I’m sure you don’t need a tour.”

  But Nancy was already on the other side of the room by the fireplace, looking at an old photo of John, his mother and grandmother. It was before Nancy had met him. His face was handsome with strong lines, sharp features, and a beautiful smile that couldn’t be faked. He brought her so much joy. So much love. How was it that he could be gone already?

  “I’ll leave the keys here on the table.” The realtor’s voice broke the silence, the private moment that Nancy was having. With a clink of the keys down on the end table, she left.

  “Took you long enough,” Nancy mumbled.

  She went over to her duffle bag and unzipped it.

  It was time to get down to business.

  Inside weren’t just her clothes and morning soaps and shampoos, but was Ouija board. Nancy just wasn’t planning on spending the night she was hoping on contacting John, her dead husband. It made no sense, but she missed him, loved him so much that she felt like she had no choice. She needed to hear from him, even if it was stupid.

  He shouldn’t have been taken from her yet. It was too soon. Nancy didn’t want to live the rest of her life alone.

  She set the Ouija board up on the coffee table and lit some white pillar candles around the room. Then she settled into her black nighty, the one with the garter belts and the push up bra that showed off her best curves. It had always been John’s favorite.

  Nancy tied her blond curls off her neck so her neck was exposed, just the way John liked it.

  Beside the board she placed a small photo album beside the board of their wedding photos, the pendant she wore around her neck every day, and the love letter John sent her once when they had separated briefly when they had a misunderstanding in college.

  Nancy sighed, her stomach tight with anxiety and poured herself another glass of red wine. “Here goes nothing,” she mumbled to herself and downed it in one gulp.

  She was nervous. She had every reason to be. What if this didn’t work?

  Nancy sighed, placed her fingers on the small communication device. “This is Nancy, I would really like to communicate with John. I miss him. I love him. John if your out there, I need you, baby.”

  Nancy closed her eyes and waited for the communication device to move.

  It didn’t.

  She tried again. “If there’s someone out there that can talk to me, please do so. I really need to hear from John. His grandmother told me of an old family myth.”

  More quiet. Stillness.

  Nothing.

  Tears filled Nancy’s eyes even though she knew this entire thing was stupid. So stupid.

  “The dead can come back on their death anniversary. If they can come back and impregnante, or breed, their widow then they can take human form. They’ll be made of flesh again.”

  Nancy stared at the board and waited for something to happen, but there was nothing.

  Nothing.

  Anger filled her . Nancy gritted her teeth and swatted the board, sending it flying toward the sofa. “Stupid board! I’m so stupid!” She screamed into the dark room.

  The front window went flying open, curtains flying from the night’s wind. It blew out the candles. Nancy scampered across the room, bolting the windows closed and pushing her wind blown hair from her face.

  Behind her she heard a noise. A grumble and the sound of someone walking.

  Nancy gasped, spun on her butt, raising her nighty dangerously up her hips. “John?” She whispered.

  But there was no answer.

  There was only darkness.

  And despair in her heart.

  Beginning of the Good Stuff

  Nancy retired to the old bedroom with her bottle of wine. She spent the rest of the night crying over wedding photos and draining her glass repeatedly. When it was empty, she stumbled into the bathroom, barely able to walk in a straight line, and relieved herself on the toilet, her knees knocking together she was trembling from cold so bad.

  But why was she so cold? She had been fine in the bedroom and now she was freezing like she had hit a cold spot.

  She flushed the toilet and then brushed her teeth. While brushing, she kept her eyes closed and felt her nightie’s strap fall off her shoulder. Each time it did, she fixed it. It had never been big on her before, why was the strap falling down so many times.

  Frustrated Nancy spat out her toothpaste as something rubbed up against her nipples, tweaking them. She squealed and pivoted on her heel, bracing the basin with her hands as her eyes searched the room. “Whose there?” She demanded to know.

  But there was no one.

  “John?” Her voice was terrified and it echoed through the bathroom.

  Nancy sighed, closing her eyes and laughing at herself. “Your just drunk.” She muttered and turned off the lights and headed back to the bedroom.

  She missed the wet foot prints on the tile as they followed her back to the bedroom.

  The bed was warm and soft and Nancy buried herself in blankets and pillows. She was sure in the morning the day wouldn’t look so bad.

  Nancy rubbed her pendant. “Good night, John.” She whispered.

  And the wind howled, almost like it was saying good night back to her.

  Nancy fell into a deep sleep and in that sleep she dreamed of being with John one final time.

  They were spending at the weekend in his childhood home before he listed it the following morning. Nancy
had made a big meal while John looked over old photo albums from his childhood. When she was done cleaning the kitchen, she brought his coffee to him and sat on the sofa beside him.

  He was studious as he looked at the photos, Nancy put her hand on his thigh and leaned in for a look. She could smell the musk of John’s cologne and it was intoxicating. She took a sniff and said, “something smells good and it’s not me.”

  John gave his warm chuckle, nuzzling his nose to her cheek. “Your right. I should stop playing in the past so much.” He kissed her neck, closing the photo album and sliding it back onto the coffee table.

  “That’s not what I mean, John.” Nancy whispered but was cut off by his warm, deep kissed. She moaned, gripping his shoulders while his tongue entered her mouth. She kissed him back, gently, passionately.

  “Your beautiful,” he whispered, his hands sweeping across her breast, cupping their weight in his hands.

  Nancy groaned as he nuzzled her. A moment later she was in his arms, and John carried her off to bed.

  Nancy moaned in her sleep like John was really ravaging her body instead of just in a dream. Something moved beneath her covers like someone was crawling beneath them. Nancy’s head fell back, mouth parted. Her legs fell open as she felt someone moving between the sheets, the warmth of someone’s skin between her legs.

  Her eyes fluttered open as she felt someone removing her moist panties and there was warmth breath against her pussy. She moaned, rubbing her eyes and wondered what was going on. Was she still asleep?

  “Lay still,” A voice whispered and something pushed on her shoulders that felt like hands. She could feel the fingers cupping her.

  Her heart sped up even as she listened to the voice.

  Nancy sucked in her breath, her back arched as someone began to stroke her pussy. It was wet like a tongue and going so deep.

  She moaned with a childlike smile on her face, her legs spreading further as hands gripped her inner thighs, spreading her further. Her chest rose and fell the closer she was brought to climax.

  But then it stopped, much to Nancy’s dismay. She opened her eyes again and she saw a face poking beneath the blanket. It was transparent, handsome. Nancy couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing.

  “John?” Her voice was panicked, almost screaming.

  His head pushed through the blanket and she could see him, his bare shoulders, and rippling muscular torso. But he was transparent.

  A ghost.

  “I’ve missed you, Monkey,” John whispered and reached down to kiss her.

  Nancy stretched up her neck, desperate to kiss him and touced his face. She could really touch him, her hands didn’t go through him like she was afraid they might. Instead she could honestly, truly touch him.

  They kissed and Nancy’s breath rushed as their bodies began to move on time. Her legs opened wide as she felt the warmth of his cock bouncing around the inside of her leg. Her arms reached over her head, gripping the headboard and felt his cock pushing her pussy open.

  Nancy’s body was read to accept his gift.

  Deep inside his cock pushed and John groaned, his arms perched on either side of her. He forced himself in her fast, each of them growing out of breath.

  Nancy’s hands went on his lower back, pushing him down lower, faster, so he could penetrate her even deeper. She drew quick sharp breaths as her body grew hot. Her pussy so wet it leaked, she spread her legs overhead, her entire body growing sensitive with desire.

  “Let’s make a baby,” John whispered grunting. “I’d love to see you swell with my child, babe. Oh man, I need you.”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks and Nancy nodded. There was nothing she’d like better than that.

  John’s neck strained up and with a final jolt, he came inside her, his ghostly paranormal seed flowing deep inside her body.

  His limbs shook as he reached down to kiss her.

  “See you soon, baby.” John whispered and just like that, disappeared.

  Nancy sat up in bed. “John?” She ran a hand through her hair and assumed it was all a waking dream. That none of it really happened.

  She’d learn differently soon.

  The house was put on the market and life continued on for Nancy. The market was tough and everyone who was interested in the house wanted her to reduce the price, but Nancy refused. She wasn’t interested in selling it for less than the full amount. John and his family deserved that much.

  The months rolled by and fall came. Gone were the breezes and the warm summer months. With the beginning of October Nancy discovered her pants were fitting tight she was hit hard by a flu bug.

  Week after week she couldn’t shake it so she went to the doctor.

  She sat on the examination table with her legs dangling off the side and with a small bump in her belly. Nancy couldn’t admit to herself what it was until the doctor told her.

  “Pregnant.”

  Nancy’s heart skipped a beat. “Can you repeat that?”

  The doctor smiled. “Pregnant. By about three months, it’d seem. Not expecting it?” The doctor chuckled before she had a chance to answer. “Well, with John’s passing I’m sure you didn’t. Think of it as a fresh start if that’s what you want. Lay down and we’ll run a quick ultra sound to make sure the little fella is doing well.”

  Nancy laid down, a foggy feeling of euphoria washing off of her. She knew she hadn’t had sex with anyone since John died.

  Except for that one dream. When she had sex with John’s ghost. But she was dreaming, she was drunk—

  Or maybe, just maybe it was very real.

  Nancy knew only one thing as she watched the baby’s form on the monitor. She couldn’t sell the house. Not if John was trapped in their somehow.

  She needed him and so did their baby.

  By the time Nancy managed to sell her house and move into John’s family home she was six months pregnant. Her breasts were swollen like miniature grapefruits and swelling out of her bras. And her belly was perfectly round, carrying high, and she was the posture child for a sexy pregnant woman.

  On the day she moved into the house she wore a pair of tight spandex pants, tall boots, and a sweater that clung to all of her curves and her swollen baby bump.

  Nancy stroked her belly as she watched the movers move her stuff into the house and then with a deep breath walked in behind them.

  The house was stacked with boxes, towering everywhere, and the ones marked ‘Nursery’ were promptly taken up stairs. Nancy wasn’t worried about that though. What she worried about was the shadow she saw moving into the kitchen, just past the stairs.

  John.

  Nancy’s heart was yanked on in all directions. Some happy and some sad. She moved to follow when one of the movers handed her a clipboard to sign. “Boy or girl?” He asked.

  She smiled happily at him. “Girl.”

  He offered her congratulations and then a moment later he and his crew were gone. Leaving Nancy to work through her suspicions.

  She worked over to the kitchen, one hand on her swollen belly and pushed open the swinging door. “John?” Nancy whispered and stepped inside by the kitchen island.

  Nancy was sure she heard walking and when she turned she saw a shadow of man shows over by the counter . “Look,” she said and stroked her belly. “That night I thought was a dream wasn’t, and we made a baby, crazy as that is.”

  She took a deep breath and wiped a stray tear from her cheek. “Please you need to come out and see me so I know I’m not crazy. So I know there’s a reason why I kept this house, sold our old one, and am pregnant when I have no right being so.”

  The shoes moved toward her and echoed across the floor. Nancy held her breath as John materialized right before her eyes. Nancy cried, sobbing, “John.”

  He caressed her cheek and when they took hands, John materialized and looked to be flesh and blood, no longer transparent. Nancy grabbed him, kissing him hard while his hands flew to her belly and caressed it.

  Jo
hn laughed, tears in his eyes, and smiled down at her full, round belly. “It’s beautiful. I wasn’t sure it would work, that getting you pregnant would work. I’m so happy, Nancy. So happy.”

  Nancy sobbed and hugged him. Feeling heat raise over him. “Is it true then? The ghost stories I’ve read about this house and the cliff? If I keep getting pregnant--.”

  “I can live.” John whispered grabbing her by her cheeks. “I can live as a regular man. With you, and our kids.”

  So happy, Nancy closed her eyes, feeling their baby kick in her womb. She placed John’s hand on her belly so he could feel it thump.

  “What should we do now?” John asked.

  Nancy blushed. “Well being pregnant, has made me really horny.” She laughed.

  John laughed too. Taking her by the hand and kissing it. “Come upstairs then. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

  He took Nancy by the hand and lead her upstairs.

  They had a night of endless passion.

  Nancy arched her back, throwing her pregnant belly forward, her legs spread wide as John suckled between her legs. His tongue twirled around her clit, growing it larger, swelling it with blood. The more excited her breathing, the wetter her pussy grew, and the better tasting she was to John.

  He moaned, digging his face in deep, grabbing her thighs and pulling himself in deeper, further. Nancy’s breathing was erratic, her moans growing louder as she gripped the mattress. Her voice was a high pitched scream of joy. “I’m so close, John. So close. I’m gonna cum, baby. Don’t stop. Ever.” She whispered.

  Every muscle in her body went taught, on high alert as her body began to convulse with the finest orgasm a woman could have.

  Dreamily she sighed as John crept up her body, his tongue licking over her belly before his mouth encircled her breasts. He suckled upon her like a new born baby. Nancy was too tired from her trip, from seeing John again, to care. Instead she just stroked his hair as he suckled, like she was breastfeeding a new born baby.

  Nancy’s nipples tingled everywhere. She moaned, her body contorting from pleasure as she heard John begin to gulp liquid down. Breast milk? Already? It alarmed her, but she forgot that as passion took John and she felt his cock growing hard against her leg.