Morgan: Chapter 4 (Reader Plus CYOA) (Patreon)

Despite Morgan’s warning you refrain from jerking off for the time being.  Between your shattered spirit and queasy stomach there was simply no way you were going to be able to manage a fap session right now.  You do take some time to collect yourself in the room she indicated might have ‘titty mags’ in it, which turns out to be a washroom.  It was still being used for the same purpose though now the toilet seat sat atop a tall plastic bucket and the water here wasn’t running anymore but held in a jerry can.

You set down the candle you’d brought with you on the sink and sit on the edge of the tub, hunched over with your face in your hands, and just…breathe.

Alone in the dark it doesn’t take long for you to come around to Morgan’s advice.  Not to masturbate, but to not allow yourself to dwell on your situation.  You had come in here for quiet and peace but the only thing waiting for you here was memories.  Memories that evoked sadness, regret, and terror.  And with nothing to distract you, you could not hold them at bay.  Solace was impossible but at least your stomach settled.  That would have to be enough for now.

After a few minutes you stand and retreat from the ghosts of your own mind to return to fire lit room.  Returning the candle to its spot you go not to the sofa but the fireplace to kneel beside Morgan.  Right now her presence was the only thing that helped.

“Feel better?”  She asks.  You shake your head no.  Gripping your shoulder she gives it a squeeze.  “It won’t get right but it will get easier.”  She ends her squeeze with a pat.  “Just stay in the moment Ashe.  Right here.  Right now.  Okay?”  You nod your understanding.

The gutted and skinned rats continue to sizzle on the grill above the crackling fire.  Thankfully in the time you were gone Morgan had cleaned up and taken the tub she’d butchered them in away.  As she checks on and occasionally flips the roasting rodents you stay knelt beside her staring into the hypnotic flames as the minutes melt away.

“They’re done.”  She says  Removing the sizzling meat she lays them out on a platter and seasons them with a carefully scant pinch of salt and spices from a little bottle.  “You having any?”  You shake your head no.  Without any ado she picks the first one up and and tears a long strip of the roasted flesh from it in a strip then gobbles it down ravenously.

Enjoying the warmth of the fire you quietly you watch her consume all five until all that is left is a pile of spindly bones.  “Mmm.”  She wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist then washes the meal down with a swig of whiskey.  She offers you the bottle but you shake your head again to refuse it.  She stops and takes a close look at you.  “You gonna break on me Ashe?”  You shake your head no.  “You gotta be strong now, okay?”  You nod your head yes.  “Come on Ashe.  Say something.”

“I’m okay.”  You whisper.

“The hell you are.”  She takes another long pull of booze then screws the bottle shut.

“Morgan?”

“Talk to me.”

“I, um, I couldn’t…do what you told me to do.”

“Not surprised.  You have to try though.  It’s important.”

“I understand.”  You take a deep breath.  “Morgan.  You…said…that you could…maybe…um…help…”  You look up with pleading eyes.  “Could you help me?”

In the dancing warm light of the fire her expression softens.  “Come on.”

Taking your hand the tall stranger leads you back toward the sofa.  Moving slowly and deliberately she pulls the fur from your shoulders and lays it out across the couch.  She sits you down in front of her.  From a pocket she produces a small orange plastic container that once upon time contained somebody’s prescription drugs.  She clamps in her teeth like a too thick cigar the proceeds to strip!

You sit in awe as she peels her shirt up over her long lean torso.  Her body was that of an athlete in peak condition, muscles firm and sculpted by sweat and effort.  The shadows from the fire light display accentuate every contour of her incredible physique.  Her large breasts were wrapped.  From between them she pulls a tiny knife, it’s sheathed blade nor more than two inches, and drops it with her shirt.  Then, without a pause, she unfastens and unwraps the cloth covering her bosom.  Her breasts are…perfect.  Large, far more than handful, but not huge.  Full and weighty, but not overly saggy despite her age.  And her pink slightly protruding nipples were round and pointed just ever so subtly upward.  Besides the sheer beauty of her body the next thing to strike you was the lack of marks or scars.  At least none that you could see in the flickering yellow light.  In a world like this one you would have assumed any survivor would have born it’s marks on both body and soul.

She stops and lets you ogle her a moment.  She doesn’t twist or preen in any sort of sensual display, she simply stands to let you stare.  You try to think of something to do or say, but come up short.  Deep down you wanted Morgan to continue guiding whatever was about to happen here.  In this mad, chaotic realm her sure control gave you such comfort.  She does not disappoint.  Tugging open her belt she undoes her pants and lets them fall to her ankles.

“Oh!”  You gasp.

That bulge you’d caught sight of earlier was no hidden pouch.  There in the snug black fabric of a pair of ratty old boxer-briefs you see the unmistakable shape of a penis!  A very large penis!  And if the shape wasn’t telling enough you could see a bit of the smooth shaft through a hole in her underwear.  You look up and down her tall, powerful frame.  While strong she clearly had the shape and curves of a biological female and yet she had…that.  She makes no special presentation of it and neither does she watch you for any particular reaction.  She was comfortable in her unique body as any beautiful woman.  As such she give you no time to come to grips before moving on.

Now in just her underwear she steps forward.  Her right knee beside your left thigh she the same on the other side to straddle your legs and sit on your thighs.  She takes the medicine bottle from her teeth and pops it open.  Fishing inside of it with a finger she pulls out what looks like a dried, brown leaf of some sort, or possibly the petal of a flower.

“Open your mouth.”  She whispers  Since it was already hanging open you simply have to widen it.  With her index finger she tucks it under your tongue.  “Keep it there until I say.”

You nod.  You hadn’t a clue what this was but at this point you trusted the older woman enough not to poison you.  If she wished you dead she could have killed so many times before this and you getting ill would serve no purpose.  At another time you might have questioned it but in your present state, and after the shock of her having a dick, and with the hottest gal you’d ever seen sitting on you mostly naked, you were far too overwhelmed to do anything but accept it.  She closes the bottle and tosses it with her clothes.

Morgan removes your shirt in the same direct manner she had stripped herself, straight-forwardly without any obvious lust or passion.  Despite the lack of fire there is still an undercurrent of desire flowing between you.  With no teasing or build up Morgan then opens your shorts and zips down your fly.  With motions as concise and purposeful as she’d used in skinning the rats Morgan fishes out your flaccid cock and begins to stroke you.

“Mmm!”  You flinch at the intimate touch.  Precisely three women had ever touched you in a sexual way before this and none of them had ever been this…efficient.

Her left hand rests on your chest as her right pumps your penis, her grip firm but lightening up when it needed to in order to effectively stroke your dry, soft member.  Despite everything, your manhood begins to swell to her efforts.

“That’s it.”  She whispers.  “Just let it feel good.”

You let out a long breath then swallow.  “Ohhh.”

“You may touch me if it would help.”

You nod.  Not quite brave enough to go straight for her tits you lay your hands on her thighs to discover her flesh warm and soft.  It was silly of course, but you hadn’t expected such a hard woman to feel so soft.  You softly rub your hands up and down her thighs, savoring the firmness of those glorious muscles of hers.  As your hands explore her thighs your eyes caress her chest.  What incredible breasts.  Oh how you would love to lose yourself in them.  To suck them and nuzzle them and bury your face between them and blot out the world.

“A titty guy, huh?”  She shifts closer to you, her hand stroking, stroking, stroking your half aroused cock.  Taking your right wrist she brings your hand to her breast and mashes it into the warm, supple flesh.  Moving on its own instinct your hand grips.  “There you go.”  She lets go of your wrist and places her hand alongside your neck.  “That’s it Ashe.  Feel it.  Feel it in your cock and your balls.  Let those feelings flow.”

“Mmm.”  You nod as you fondle her fat tit and harden in her hand.

She looks down, her left brow arches.  “Mmm.  You’re big.  That’s a welcome surprise.  My luck just keeps getting better.”

You actually manage a smile.  You knew you were big of course, at a legitimate 8 inches you’d been blessed in that way, but hearing it from the plain speaking Morgan really fed your male ego.  And with big dicks the topic…your mind returns to what you had seen just minutes ago that go glossed over.  Morgan had a cock!  Of all the wild things you’d seen since coming through the ‘Seep’ you weren’t sure if this was the most astonishing or the least.

Either way you’re given no time to ponder it as she jams her other hand into your shorts to start squeezing and tugging at your balls.  “Nnngh!”

“A nice pair too.  You are my lucky lad.”

Your cock was now rock hard and with a properly stiff tool to handle Morgan’s stroking hand was really going to work.  Bare skin on skin, no lubrication at all, Morgan works your tool as good or better as you could do yourself.  She knew just how to squeeze the knob and the precise amount of pressure needed to let her palm glide freely down the shaft.  There was no flourish or wasted effort, she was pumping you for an orgasm with a workmanlike precision.

“Ohhh.”  You sigh as her hand felt better with each firm stroke.  “Mmmm.”  Your hips begin to rock with the rhythm, your hand gently gripping at her breast at the same pace.  “This…feels good.”

“That’s it Ashe.  Yes.”  She whispers, her violet eyes gazing straight into yours.  “There is just us.  There is just now.  This moment.  These feelings.  You and me.  Man and woman.  THIS is real.  There is nothing else.”

“This is real.”  You breathe.  “Ohhhh.”

“Good.  Good.  Feel it Ashe.  Feel the now.  Let it in Ashe.”

You take a deep breath and let the past and future melt away to revel in the now.  You feel the scratch of the pelt against your bare back and Morgan’s weight and warmth upon your legs.  The heat of the hearth just reaches your left arm yet your right is cool except for the warm breast filling your hand.  You smell the meat and booze on her breath mingling with the must of the sofa and the woodsmoke of the fire.  In your mouth your saliva now carried a bitter floral taste from the dried petal beneath your tongue.  Above you and in front of you is the exquisite body of this tall, powerful, beautiful older woman.  In the firelight the fine white hairs of her arms glow against the backdrop of her fawn flesh.  Keeping that dreadful silence at bay is the crackle of flame, the rhythm of your breathing, and the steady fap, fap, fap of Morgan’s handjob.  In this moment, this perfect moment of now, nothing was trivial and nothing significant.  It simply was.

“Hmmm.” You moan softly, your body rocking to the pleasure her stroking and squeezing was drawing out of you.

She leans closer as her stroking speeds up.  Her warm breath washing over your upturned face as you gazed upon her with awe.  Down below the pressure was building.

“That’s good.”  She urges.  “Let it go Ashe.  Let it happen.”

“Mmmm.”  You nod.  With her words and hands she takes you to climax.  “Ohhhhhhh.”

You shudder then jerk hard and a heartbeat later you are rocked by ecstasy as the pressure is released and a great rope of cum shoots out to paint a streak from your shoulder, down your chest, and across your stomach.

“Yes!”  Moran gasps at the sight and feel of your orgasm, her eyes widening at the power of your throbbing member and volume of your sticky ejaculate.

She surprises you by letting go of your balls to reach into your open mouth to pinch the petal from under your tongue.  Working quick, even as she milks your cock, she smears the wetted petal through your jizz.  She brings it to her mouth and in a cupped hand whispers illegible words.  Out of the edge of your vision you catch a sparkling glow, like tiny fireworks, spread across the mold in the corner.  The indicator of…magic!

“Don’t be scared.”  Morgan says as your eyes snap toward the glow.  She then jams it straight back through your lips to place it on your tongue.  You are hit with the pungent taste of cum, a flavor you’d never experienced yet was totally unmistakable now that you had.  She then clamps her hand over your mouth and says.  “Swallow.”

“Mmmm!”

“Hurry.”  She continued to stroke your dick furiously even at your orgasm waned.  “Now!”

You swallow.

There is a momentary tingle from the spot on your tongue that your seed had touched all the way down your throat until that tingle reaches your gut and begins to spread as a strange warmth.  And then…

“OHHHHH!!!”

The climax that had just winnowed into afterglow suddenly SURGES back to life.  Your balls throb and your cock, harder than you had ever felt it, bucks and another fresh, healthy blast of hot cum splatters across flexing torso as powerful as that first wad you’d shot.

“NNNGHHH!!!”  You groan as you watch in amazement as the orgasm that ought to be finished is resurrected.  “NNNGH!  OHHMMM!  FUUUUCK!”  As Morgan stroke and milks you cum and cum and CUM!  Two, three, four loads worth of thick, virile semen is drawn from you straining testes.  As if the copious load wasn’t enough of a miracle, the climax itself wracked your body and soul.  The ecstasy went on and on.  The rapture of a handful of second is extended into a minute and then two!  And the longer it went the more intense it got, pleasure building upon pleasure to undreamed of heights.  You writhe and thrash, Morgan’s weight the only thing keeping you panted.  “HAAHHHHH!”  You cry out as ecstasy borders on agony.

Then suddenly…it was over.  You slump back as every muscle goes limp and bone deep afterglow permeates your flesh.

“Damn Ashe.”  She squeezes the last dribble from your overspent manhood.  “You are a healthy one!”

“Hah!  Hah!  Hah!”  You gasp, your breath ragged and gulping as your whole body begins to tremble.  You look down to see your chest and stomach covered in your oozing spunk.  “Wh-What was that!?”

“Your reward for not giving up.”  Taking your hand she slides it from her breast to the center of your chest.  “Ya did good kid.”

“Uh…ohhh…ohhhh God!”  You had questions, so many questions, but still in the aftermath of the nut to end all nuts all you could do is mewl.  “Ohh ho ho hohhhh!”

She smirks and pats your hand.  “Alright.  Let’s collect some of this then you can do me.”

Chapter 5