2 comments/  95581 views/  26 favorites

Marathon Man: Breaking the Family

By: Pervosuxx Marina



Sweat went into Mabadi's mouth while he ran the track trying to grasp as many meters as he could for every second that he lost. Forcing himself to push harder and faster for every new drop of sweat that fell down unto the running field.

It had been 6 months of hard training since he came to the states, having been spotted by an American sports agent, after he showed prominence in a running match down in Cape Town.

Mabadi had been thrilled to leave Africa, thrilled to get closer to his dream, thrilled to show the world how fast he could run and thrilled of how easy the sports agent recognized his skills in running. 

Yes in fact he thought everything would be easy and like a dream, that he would run like a stallion, that he would be able to fly to America with everyone praising him, and that he would be free forever, but every dream has its flaws.

''Run you god damn monkey!'' the shouts of encouragement from his agent were never appealing during exercise, ''What do you think we're running for? Oh right, the freaking Olympics!'' he yelled sarcastically, ''So get a move on you!''

Barry Hansen was Mabadi's only flaw of his perfect dream; never had he thought that sports agents were so arrogant. Barry was rude, racist and disrespectful towards Mabadi, believing that Mabadi was nothing more than a tool for his own gain. 

''Fat little bald headed prick,'' Mabadi thought, ''One day I will find a better agent then you,'' kept he thinking. But until this day Mabadi had no other choice than to grind his teeth and keep up with Barry's racist remarks.

Barry always looked down on the runners that he had picked up from Africa, always believing them to be nothing more than street kids and thieves with lesser brain then a piece of rotten fruit. ''Uneducated,'' was his remarks about Africa, ''Only good at one thing,'' he thought, ''Chasing for food.'' Yet he saw potential in them for running, and had exploited many scared runners for his own gain in the Olympics, all poor and hungry. That was how he operated, but Mabadi was different. 

Mabadi was no poor kid, neither was he uneducated, no in fact he was very well educated. Having learned both French and English at a private school, and grown up in a decent family. 

His father was a lawyer, and his mother a teacher, and he himself had been encouraged many times by his parents to go to medical school, but all he really wanted was to run. 

Running the field Mabadi sealed his thoughts of Barry away and kept sprinting and jogging, thinking of more pleasant thoughts then his agent. Thoughts like winning the race, or perhaps prove to his father that running is his true calling, or maybe the thought of Barry's nice and young daughter Lisa in a one night sex-drive with Mabadi sweating and gasping while she professes her eternal loyalty to him. Oh yes good thoughts indeed.

After running the last half of the track and relaxing in a chair sipping his water, Mabadi catches a glimpse of Barry's wife Susan, having a heated discussion with Barry.

''They're at it again,'' said a soft and clear voice. Turning around Mabadi sees Lisa standing beside him, dressed in her usual over the top fashion red sweater and blue jeans.

''Gee, ma is always so pushy with dad,'' she said.

''Why would you say that?'' Mabadi asked.

''She always gives my dad a hard time, whining with this and that,'' she remarked.

Mabadi looked towards the couple, seeing Barry yelling and waving his hands in the air, while Susan looked sad and depressed.

''Are you sure she is pushy? She looks fairly calm and almost sad then pushy,'' Mabadi inquired.

''What the hell would you know about it anyway!'' she said angry, ''It's not like you know about these things, being a street kid and all,'' Mabadi felt a faint anger rising up when she said those words, but restrained himself, ''Why don't you keep running, that is all you're ever good at anyway,'' she said while walking away.

''Fucking bitch,'' he thought, ''All I need is one night with you and you'd find out what other things I am good at,'' he said in a low voice.

Barry stormed past Mabadi angry and stressful, saying to himself various profanities about his wife Susan, then disappearing into the stadium's exit, ''At least now I can exercise in peace,'' Mabadi thought.

Looking towards the starting line, he saw Susan still standing there sighing sadly and talking to herself. 

Mabadi walked over to her and asked, ''Is everything alright Mrs Hansen,'' 

Turning towards him a bit surprised and producing a fake smile she said, ''Oh yes, everything is fine dear,'' trying to divert her issues she asks Mabadi how his training is coming along, ''So, how's the progression going?''

''It's good, it's fine. I feel I am getting faster every day to be honest,'' Mabadi said, ''Your husband has been very kind to give me this opportunity,''

''Ah well, my husband has his reason's,'' she said in a low voice with her head tilted down. ''I hope he hasn't been too rough with you?''

''No, he's been great,'' said he, not telling her how racist and stupid her husband really was.

''You're not a good liar,'' she smiled. Touching his arm and stroking it she says, ''Hang in there champion,'' and then gradually walked away.

Susan had always been good to Mabadi, ever since he arrived to the states. She had always encouraged him and cheered him up during the first few months. Barry was lucky to have such a wife Mabadi thought, but she was unlucky to have Barry. 

*****

Susan was combing her hair and dressed in a gown, ready to go to bed, while starring at her mirror with a sad face. She tried to remember her past, the time when she met Barry, the time when they were both in love and young, ''What went wrong?'' she asked herself.

Time had changed everything. It first started with bitter discussions, then disagreements, and finally anger. It had come to a point where not a day went by without them both fighting over some idiotic issue. Whether it being money or vacation, or just something as simple as sex, ''Sex, how long has it been?'' she thought.

She could not remember the last time Barry and her had sex, the last time he kissed her, or even gave her a hug. At first it did not really bother her, as she always took care of the children, but now that Lisa was 18 and Charlie nearing the age of 13, she felt some desire for her husband again.

She had tried to encourage him in bed, but he would always reject her, or pass an excuse that he was tired. She did not blame him for it, he was always working hard. Coming home late and travelling almost every weekend, and yet she wished that just for one minute he would use some of his time to be with her.

She stopped combing her hair, which was now falling down strait across her neck. She's always been complimented for her fluffy hair, and how beautiful it was in the sunlight. But now at the age of 43 she had begun to get some grey lines in the middle of the scalp, and though no one had taken notice to it, she had. 

Moving her finger under her eyes she could feel the wrinkles that she had procured over the years, having some on the sides as well. Her overlarge breasts were not as firm as they once were, having become a little saggy after her two child births, and her stomach had begun to loosen up a bit. But what bothered her the most, was her ass.

It had enlarged and become bigger in size, and though she stayed away from any kind of junk food, it still grew a tad bigger every year. She was not fat, only non-fit. She smiled a little when she thought of that, ''The wife of a sports agent is not fit, ironic.'' She drew a last sigh and placed her comb onto the table by the mirror, and went to bed. 

Laying down and pulling her sheets over her, she looked towards the empty spot to her right where her husband was supposed to be, and sulked. Barry had gone to an advertisement conference in the weekend for Mabadi's first run.

She kept thinking of Mabadi, and how difficult it must be for him in the states. Susan had always felt sorry for the runners that her husband found, thinking of how strange it must be for them to leave home and live in a foreign country. She had always tried to encourage those runners, telling them to hold on and fight for their dreams, but for Mabadi it was different.

She felt closer to him than with the others, and more relaxed. She'd have long conversations with him about Africa and his family, and he would tell her of how weird it was to leave his home, but also of how great it felt at the same time.

She felt she was more of a second mother to him than a simple friend; she'd always cheer him up and keep pushing him to aim for his dream. Sometimes she would wake early up in the morning to see him exercise, just so he would know she was there for him.

Watching him train always made her feel somewhat happy, she did not know why. Every once a week she'd see him exercise, and every week his muscles would have grown larger and thicker.

She was thinking of those muscles, thinking of how amazing they were and thinking of how beautiful he was when he ran that field. 

Her left hand began to creep up towards her chest when she continued thinking about him, ''He is so focused,'' she thought.

Her excitement began to heat up, and her hand came closer to her breasts. She closed her eyes and saw his body running and sweating, jiggling whenever one of his foots would hit the ground.

Her hand was now unbuttoning her cleavage, and pushed itself into the open space. She kept focusing on him running that long track, and his beautiful dark skin shinning to his sweat.

Her fingers had now reached her nipple and she began to pinch it, while her right hand slowly made its course downwards. She was hardly thinking of anything else then Mabadi's body, and how strong his arm was when she stroked it this morning.

Her hand slipped into her underwear and she could feel how warm and wet her pussy was, as she pressed her finger and began caressing the opening. The sensation made her moan, while she kept on pinching her enlarging nipple with her left hand. 

The thoughts of Mabadi's hot and wet body enchanted her, making her masturbate faster, than furiously. Her legs parted under the sheets, letting her reach her opening more deeply. 

Finally she pushed her finger into the love-hole; making her moan in such an intense way that she began to push her hips upwards from the pleasure.

Her legs were now shaking and her toes were squeezing down unto the sheets, as she kept sweating and moaning at the sensations of it all. Her nipple grew bigger and harder as her fingers kept pressing it, at the same time as she was caressing the breast.  

She was now furiously masturbating at the simple thought of Mabadi, she wanted him to grab her, she wanted to know the taste of his sweat, she wanted to be ravaged by him. She was in such an ecstasy that she pressed a second finger into her hole, which was now flowing. 

Her body became warmer and her hole gripped her fingers almost instantly after her middle finger entered. She was not used to two fingers; in fact she was not used to masturbate at all. 

Her fingers kept entering and exiting her as she began to bite her own lips, and then as a time bomb, she exploded. 

Her hole juiced with liquid, her head tilted backwards and her hips were pressing further up, as she screamed a deep sound of joy. Her left hand ran up towards her mouth and she began to bite her fingers leaving her breast and nipple alone, while she forced herself to enjoy every last second of that orgasm.

She could feel the orgasm make its way through her body and finally fade away silently, while one of her legs fell from the side of her bed dangling and touching the cold freezing floor. 

It was over, her mind started to recover and her body became colder. She kept breathing hard as she felt the once dry sheets touching her body. She wanted to sleep, to just close her eyes and sink into darkness, but all she could think of was shame.

''What have I done,'' she thought. All of those lustful thoughts about Mabadi had now changed into guilt. All that was coming into her mind now were thoughts of how indecent she had been, and how sickening it was that she had masturbated to a man that was so much younger than her.

But soon her eyes faded and she crept into silence, feeling sleep arriving. Soon she slept, soon her mind went dark, and all was peaceful. No shame, nothing but her warm pillow was in her mind now, and she fell asleep. Good Night.

*****

Morning was Mabadi's favourite time of the day. He would always wake up early, so that he could try to break all of his former records, again and again. 

A faint wind breeze in the morning and the noise of his running shoes hitting the ground, was the best of sounds. A small but sharp flash of sun peeking into the stadium, was the best of sight. And the feeling of his sweat running down his face as he ran the kilometres, was the best of sensations.

He would exercise for long hours with no intrusions and no distractions, feeling nothing but the wind hitting his face. This is what he wanted, this is what he craved. Yet he felt something was missing the closer time reached 10, some noise or something similar, he thought.

When it finally did reach 10 am, his mind began to wonder more of what that missing detail was. Every time he completed a round, he'd look over at the seated chairs by the entrance, feeling that something or someone was supposed to be there. 

''Susan,'' he finally thought. ''Where is she?'' he asked himself.

Susan had always come every Wednesday at 10 am to watch Mabadi train, but today she was not here. And though he did not pester much on the matter, he felt a void within him growing the more time went by, as he gradually looked towards the empty seats.

At about half past eleven, Mabadi could not stop but wonder where she was. It was not the idea of her safety that bothered him, but rather the comfort he felt while she sat on the side of the track observing and cheering at him, that was now gone. 

This comfort had been a key factor for him to beat his old score, and in fact his scores at the end of his exercise today, were not the best he had done. 

After finishing half of his exercise, Mabadi decided to seek out Susan, going first to her house. Believing the distance between the stadium and Susan's house, being a perfect opportunity for him to see how his long distance running was coming along. 

He changed his shoes and sipped some water from his bottle, and began to easily jog towards the exit, mesmerising on what excuse he would use for wanting to see her.

Susan's and Mabadi's relationship, had always been a platonic one, and yet sometimes he could not but look at her in a more intimate way. Sure she was older than him, but he never felt it was a negative thing. 

He would often look at the curves of her body in amazement, the beautiful hair she so much fluffed up, and also the tightening her breast made on her clothes. She was a beautiful woman, well above average in breast size and ass. 

Yes, her ass was quite the jewel for Mabadi. He would often watch her try to hide it, by pulling her overcoat further down over that huge butt, or by dressing up in more loose clothes. 

Mabadi smiled a little when he remembered her expressions when she tried to hide it, as well as not understanding why she would feel ashamed for such a wonderful booty, and wondering how she'd be in bed.

By the time he had reached more than half the distance to her house, Mabadi's mind had turned into a living porn dream. 

Thinking and wondering her size, her taste and her smell. He was now fuelled with perverted thoughts about his agent's wife, and could not but run faster to reach the house.

Finally reaching the house, he jumped unto the porch and stopped to breath. He was here, he'd do it, he'd try it he thought. ''What is the worst that could happen?'' he said, while breathing hard.

Catching his breath, and slowly regaining its former rhythm, he stood straight up and pressed the door bell. He needed to remain cool, not to jump into it too soon, he thought. 

He rang the bell again, waiting eagerly for the response, and just for a split second a sudden fear came over him, believing that she might not be home, but then the door opened.

Susan stood in the doorway, both surprised and shocked at seeing Mabadi almost soaked in what she could smell being his sweat,'' What are you doing here?,'' she asked.

''I did not see you today at the track, I just wanted to know if you were alright,'' Mabadi replied, hiding the real reason for his visit.

Susan stood still for a second, starring into his eyes'' I am sorry, I forgot today. I have been busy all morning, and it just slipped my mind,'' she was lying. She did not feel comfortable going to the stadium today, after last night's experience.

The awkward silence that occurred rendered both of them mute, until Mabadi said, ''You mind if I come in?''

Like waking up from a dream, Susan stuttered, ''Oh D-dear, of course. Come in, come in,'' As Mabadi entered and passed her, she could smell the strong scent of sweat pouring down from him, ''Why don't you make yourself at home, while I go and fetch you a towel you can use.''

Before he could say anything, Susan had already gone upstairs and Mabadi was left wondering and admiring the house, ''So this is where all the money goes,'' he murmured as he saw the over the top luxury that was in the house.

Gold statues and antique furniture filled the dining room, with a red eastern pattern carpet on the floor. The living room felt more modest, having a nice red sofa and a table made of glass, with an HDTV hanging on the wall from across the sofa.

He did not dare to move away from the living room, believing he'd lose himself in the big house, until Susan returned.

''Here you go,'' said Susan, handing him over a blue soft towel.

''Thank you,'' said Mabadi, while he began to dry himself up with the towel, ''Quite a lovely home you have,''

''Thank you, but it really is nothing more than old furniture and figureheads,'' she remarked.

''Still, I never seen something like this before,'' as he turned around looking over the room.

Susan was starting to feel some shivering going through her body, when she saw Mabadi cleaning himself up with the towel. His strong arms were pumping thick veins and his skin was shining due to his sweat, and she could not stop thinking of the thoughts she had yesterday about him.

''Do you have a pool in the garden?'' asked Mabadi, as he began noticing her starring him.

''What? Oh yes, we do. But it's being cleaned up for the summer,'' she tried to avoid starring at him, but every time she'd think he wouldn't see, her eyes would glimpse his muscles.

Mabadi smiled a bit as he was amused by how much she was trying to struggle from looking at him, and how she clenched her hands together almost like if she was trying to hold something back.

Mabadi moved closer, he could feel her mind screaming to take her. Susan did not realise how close Mabadi got to her until his chest was right by her face. She had tried to stop looking at him, but by the time he was right in front of her, her mind began to waver, and she could not stop but starring.

''Thank you for the towel,'' Mabadi said, as he handed her back the soaked towel.

Her hand took a second before trying to grip the wet towel, but before she could grab it, Mabadi let it go and it fell down onto the floor. He then held her hand firmly, looking into her eyes with a deep smile.

''Wh-what are you doing?'' she said, not even trying to struggle to let him go of her.

He leant closer to her ear, so close that she could now smell the intense sweat coming from his chest, ''You know,'' he whispered. Her legs were now shivering as she felt Goosebumps sticking out from all over her body, and strong warmth coming from between her legs.


Marathon Man: Breaking the Family Ch. 02



Chapter 2

There and back

Mabadi was particularly happy today. His training was going well and he felt that his laps were improving, but most of all he was happy today because Barry was not here. Barry had gone to advertise Mabadi's upcoming run for a week, leaving plenty of time for Mabadi to enjoy Barry's wife.

Mabadi was psyched up to see Susan again, but Susan had insisted that they not draw any suspicions to both her husband and her children, thus it had almost been two weeks since Susan and Mabadi were together. But now that Barry had left his haven unattended Mabadi felt it was time to pay a visit again to Barry's beautiful wife.

While running the track for the tenth time Mabadi could feel his pulse beating faster as he could not wait to see Susan and fuck her furiously again, "Just have to finish this lap, and then I am coming to you Susan."

Mabadi put his soul into finishing the last lap as fast as possible, definitely breaking his record as he finished it. But he had no time to check how he faired, as he was eagerly looking forward to get to the shower and meet Susan. 

The hot water hit his muscular body as he soaked himself in shampoo and washed it off, cleaning every part of his body. He particularly cleaned his member, making sure it was nice and shiny for Susan. But as he washed it with soap it began to stiffen up and he started to remember the day he had been with Susan. 

He kept stroking his massive joint, while he pictured her tits pouncing back and forth. Her shocked face of when she saw for the first time his dick, the tight feeling he had felt when he penetrated her, and the wonderful big round ass she had. The stroking went from slow delicate, to hard fast.

He grunted and huffed as his elephant dick grew bigger, larger and fatter the more he stroked. Until he couldn't help himself and began yelling Susan's name over and over again, "Susan! Susan!! Susan!!!" with the third yell making him blow semen all over the wall of the shower. 

He stopped to catch his breath as he unloaded the remaining squirt of sperm unto the floor. Though the amount of sperm he had shot was not even close to the amount he had emptied inside of Susan, it still made him breath heavier than an asthma ridden child.

His cock lost the hugeness it had gained, and turned flaccid. Mabadi then peeled his foreskin back just so he could press the remaining drop of semen out. But as he did the hot water from the shower hit his exposed penis head, and the sudden shock of having such a sensitive spot hit by streaming warm water made him pee.

The strange and curious satisfaction of peeing after having unloaded, startled Mabadi and he just could not stop pissing the remainder of his liquid down the drainer, until he was empty.     

****

Susan read a book, while she lay on her sofa, trying to not think of Mabadi. It was already four o'clock, and she had a strong feeling that Mabadi would show up today, especially since Barry had gone away for a week. Ever since the day he and him copulated, Susan had been feeling guilt for what she had done, and had therefore tried to distance herself from Mabadi. 

She would use the excuse that her husband might get suspicions, or that her children would find out. But she knew well that her husband, Barry, had no suspicions and never would have, since he basically ignored her every day. Still her guilt kept her from seeing Mabadi, she had even stopped coming over to see him training, as she felt it would fuel his and her desire.

Desire was in fact Susan's biggest enemy right now, she was trying so hard to not think of Mabadi, but somehow he would always be there when she closed her eyes. Even now when she was reading her book, the memories of her and him kept squeezing itself into her mind.

She felt somewhat stressed over this, almost as if she was being punished for her debauchery. She closed the book and placed it unto the table, taking off her reading glasses in the process. Her mind was being pounded with indecent thoughts of her and Mabadi, but somehow she just wanted to ignore them. 

She decided to do so by turning the TV on, watching the news. But even in the midst of soccer teams winning, scandals and a rich business man found dead at his apartment, she would still go back to Mabadi. It frustrated her a great deal, specifically because she started to feel her nipple stiffen up from the thoughts.

Her hand was now itching to pinch her throbbing nipple, but she resisted by paying attention to the news, "The body of Theodore Crawford has been found dead in his apartment, the son of business magnate Baxter Crawford, at age-" But somehow the news of rich business men just wasn't enough for Susan to stop thinking about Mabadi.

Turning off the TV, Susan walked over to the kitchen to get a sip of water, when suddenly the door bell rang. The unexpected call froze her, and she feared it was Mabadi, who had come to pay her visit. Susan's heart began to beat faster, as she walked slowly towards the front door. The bell was ringing slowly at first, but the closer she came the more insistent the bell sounded. It was almost as if someone couldn't wait to come in, "Oh god it must be Mabadi," she thought. 

As much as she was reluctant to open the door, something inside of her kept screaming, "Do it! Open the door and let him ravage you!" she tried to keep the thoughts at bay, but the closer she came to the door, the more her nipples began to harden themselves. She was now just beside the door, and she could feel a tremendous desire stirring up inside of her. 

Her hand reached the door knob, and her pulse kept beating faster. She unlocked the door and opened it slowly, feeling overwhelming warmth coming from within her as she did.

"Gee ma, what took you so long?" the sound of the young boy clamped Susan's desire to a halt, and the moment her eyes saw the figure by the door a huge relief came over her. It was her son Charlie.

"Charlie!" she said relieved and surprised.

"Yeah ma, who were you expecting? Dad?" he jokingly smiled.

"Oh, no I just didn't expect you to ring the bell."

"Yeah sorry about that ma, I forgot my keys at home," Charlie walked passed his mother and took his shoes off by the door, and hanged his jacket on the knob. Susan felt relieved that it was Charlie, but she somewhat felt a bit disappointed too.

Charlie was the youngest in the family; he was now 13 of age and was growing fast. He had dark black hair just like his father, but the same facial structure as his mother. Charlie was a very educated child, knowing more things then someone of his age should know, specifically about history.

He was both curious and persistent, in fact there were times that his curiosity would damage him at school, mostly because he wouldn't finish his homework. Charlie just had no interest in other subjects then history, he'd always ace it at history, but unfortunately his other subjects were lacking a bit behind.

Ever since he was born, Charlie had been in the constant care of his mother, since his father kept working day and night. So Charlie never really bonded as well with his father as he did with his mother.

"Is everything all right?" Charlie asked while he unpacked his school stuff unto the table in the living room.

"Yes, why?"

"Nothing I just thought you looked a bit down."

"No, why would I be down I got my sweet little angel to cheer me up," Susan said while she hugged Charlie.

"C'mon ma, I have to do my homework," said he.

"Ok honey, I'll make you some snacks," she caressed his arm and gave him a small peck on the chin, then walked towards the kitchen.

As she opened the cupboard a frightening thought came over her, "What if Mabadi came over when Charlie was still here? What would happen then? More importantly, what would I do?"

"Mom! Do we have any jellybeans?" her son's voice snapped Susan out of her thoughts.

"Ehm, I think so let me see."

The phone began to ring the moment she took the jellybeans out of the cupboard. She ran over to the detachable kitchen's phone, "Hello?" 

"Hey it's me," it was Barry.

"Oh hey honey, how was your flight?" 

"Even in first class it is shit!"

"Oh dear, I-I am sorry."

"Fucking airplanes, I hate does death machines."

"Please don't get too mad about it honey, watch your blood pressure."

"Yeah yeah, listen I forgot a file on my desk you mind check something for me?"

"Yes of course let me just go upstairs," Susan held the horn to her chest and walked passed Charlie, who was sitting in the living room doing his homework, " Sweetie there are some jellybeans in the kitchen cupboard," said she while passing. 

She then went upstairs and into her husband's home office, "Ok I am here, what am I looking for?" 

"There should be a yellow folder on top of my desk, do you see it?"

Susan searched Barry's desk for the yellow folder through the ton of paper that was scattered all over it, passing notes, documents, letters and brown folders. Until she finally caught a glimpse of something yellow beneath it all, "Yes here it is," she said.

"Great, open it up and go to page four, can you tell me what the name of the promoter is?" While opening the folder and looking through the page, she noticed the name Mabadi sticking out from under the pile of papers on the desk – which distracted her, "Hello? Did you find the name?"

"Yes yes, one sec, ehm. It's Daniel Sullivan."

"Thank you honey."

"Do you want to say hi to –" before she was able to say, "Charlie," he had hung up. She gave a big sigh, and walked towards the door, but before she exited she recalled the letter sticking out from the desk. Out of curiosity she walked over to her husband's desk again to read the letter.

The letter had a picture of Mabadi with his name, and under the picture was the word, "Sold." Somehow Susan felt sad when she read it, as she had seen such a letter before. It was a letter that meant that the runner was to be sold to another sport's agency. 

Her heart began to beat, and her spine got cold. She felt as if she had lost something, something dear to her, something she cared for. Somehow it felt inevitable, she knew that Mabadi would go, yet she wanted to deny it. 

A loud door-bell noise snapped her from the shock she was in, "Who could that be? Oh no," she dropped the letter unto the floor and fast walked down to the first floor. She feared her son would open the door before her.

When she finally came down she saw Charlie by the open door, talking to Mabadi.

"Who're you?" Charlie asked to Mabadi who was standing by the door.

"You must be Charlie, right?" Mabadi retorted.

"Yeah?"

"I am a friend of your mother," Mabadi smiled.

Fear came over Susan when she saw her son conversing with the man she had slept with, "H-Honey why don't you go back to your homework while I talk to our new arrival," she said to Charlie.

"But ma!"

"No buts, you need to do your duties," Susan said to her son.

"Fine," he grunted back, while walking to the living room.

After Charlie had gone into the living room Susan stepped outside with Mabadi, closing the front door after her, "What are you doing here?" she asked him.

"I thought with Barry gone I'd come and visit you," Mabadi said while he caressed her cheek.

Susan pushed his hand back and said, "We can't do this, I can't do this now."

"Why not?"

"Beside the fact that my son is here, I just can't."

"Fine we'll go to my place," Mabadi insisted.

"No you don't understand, I don't think I can do this."

Mabadi smiled and held her hand, "Listen I can understand that you may feel some guilt, but I also know that you want this."

Mabadi was right, Susan wanted him, now more than ever, but something inside kept her from jumping all over him. She felt scared and confused, scared of losing Mabadi, scared of failing as a wife. It was an unbearable feeling, a confusing feeling. But when Mabadi touched her hand the only thought that came to her was that frightening letter, and what it said. She was going to lose him anyway, today or tomorrow he was going to leave, no matter what. 

So was it odd that she wanted him again, one last time. Was it odd that she had feelings for him, or that she was not even thinking about Barry now? Is it so odd for Susan to feel this young man's hand on her own, and have no regret? 

He caressed her, knowing what she knew. She could not deny him today, nor the day after. For the small time they had left, she knew it was worth it, so she decided that for now she was his.

He kissed her and the fire within them burnt, she needed him, she wanted him. His smell, his body, all of this she wanted. His tongue connected with his, and she felt as if they were dancing, no guilt just passion.

****

The room was clean and well preserved, the posters added a nice touch to the white wall. The bed was neat and big, covered with dark blue sheets, and to the left of the bed stood a small table with a book. "This was his room, this was Mabadi's room," Susan thought. 

It took some time for her to take it in, that she was in another man's room. A younger man's room, the man she wanted. Mabadi closed the door and watched how perplexed Susan was, until he walked behind her and held her – squeezing her gently.

It helped, the guilt dissipated rapidly when she felt his hands caress her hips and moving slowly against her mid-centre. She could feel his breath on her neck, as he kissed and pecked it, making her moan. She loved it so much that she pressed her ass to his crotch, feeling the bulge he had. It exhilarated him; he could feel her behind calmly stroking him, as if she was begging to be entered.

He moved his hips up and down pressing his mid-section forward. She felt the top side of his member between her ass cheeks, as he gradually moved faster. It amazed her how easy it was for him to make his jeans and her skirt seem completely oblivious as an obstacle, as she could feel his largeness through the fabric.

With her husband it was different. Ever since they had been married she had never once felt nor seen his stiff penis form a bulge in the pants. It somehow made her feel strangely aroused when she thought of it.

"Ahh more," Susan asked as she grabbed his head while he was kissing her neck.

Mabadi licked her neck and began grabbing her tit, caressing it. He could feel her nipples hardening as he kept pinching them, and soon Susan's first orgasm passed through her.

The flow of the orgasm pierced her so unexpectedly that she almost fell, but luckily for her Mabadi was holding her. It was a bewildering sensation, she grabbed him and held him tightly until it had passed. 

After it had passed she fell on top of the bed tired, but unfortunately for her he had no intention to make her rest. Mabadi took his shirt and pants off, readying himself for the next part.

Susan was still on her stomach catching her breath from the orgasm, when she felt Mabadi's hands going over her ass cheeks. She looked down and saw him taking her skirt off, she did not know what he was about to do.

Mabadi took her skirt off and began to massage her behind, making Susan moan when his hands went all over her round bottom. Her underwear was already soaked by her essence, as well as being transparent. 

Mabadi spread her ass-cheeks apart, while Susan willingly parted her legs for him. He then started to prick the soaked underwear, touching through the fabric her sensitive clit. She gasped at the touch of his finger, it was rubbing her gently, making her moan every time he passed her hole.

"You like it?" he said smiling. 

Susan had no response but an incomprehensible moan. She could feel his finger rub her weakest spot, the share touch made her wish for more, and soon she would get more. Mabadi parted her underwear, revealing to him Susan's vagina. It was as if it was alive, throbbing and leaking fluid, as if sweating. 

Her pubic hair felt wet and moist, and he could feel the warmth emerging from her. Mabadi kept caressing her sensitive spot, so much so that Susan tilted her behind away from him. 

"Part them," he said.

"W-what?" 

"I want you to part your ass-cheeks."

Susan wasn't sure what he was about to do, but she had no intention to argue with him. She parted the cheeks with her hands, and held them firmly apart. Her most sensitive part was now fully exposed to Mabadi.

He could see her wet vagina flashing and quivering in front of him, as well as her anus hole, which was palpitating and twitching. He just stood there watching for almost an entire minute, as if stunned by beauty.

She felt embarrassed exposing herself in such a way, but most of all she felt embarrassed that he was just watching, "Ngh – please just – just, don't just stare." 

He did not hesitate, he plunged his face into her most sensitive opening, and with his tongue he pierced her cunt. The suddenness and unexpected sensation surprised Susan, and so she moaned out of joy the loudest sound she had ever made.

Despite the loud moan Mabadi kept pushing forward. He wiggled his tongue deep down into her, and with his mouth he gently bit her walls. The feeling made Susan bite the sheet as she could not hold her moans back. 

She bit hard on the sheet as she felt Mabadi's tongue performing the waltz inside of her. She could feel an orgasm arriving as Mabadi pushed his tongue deeper into her. Her toes fisted as the sensation was coming to a blow. She also slightly lifted herself up from the bed, with her knees supporting her. Her ass went up with Mabadi eagerly following behind, and out of joy and lust she pressed her butt against him, feeling an almost surreal passion. 

The orgasm was much more chaotic then the last one, it came as a storm and began spreading through Susan's body. She clenched her toes and just pressed her buttocks more willingly against Mabadi to prolong the orgasm. 

Mabadi tasted the very strongest of her essence as he kept toying with her opening. He went up down with his mouth, as if stroking the vagina, sending her into a state of lust. The movement was so sensitive to her that she lost grip of her parted ass-cheeks. They slammed Mabadi's face as he was draining her up, but he did not mind because he was now himself in a lust-full state. 

He began stroking his penis while his face was still buried in her, feeling it enlarging and growing stronger. It soon began to drip with pre-cum, as he was stroking furiously for every moan he could hear coming from her. 

Susan finally got a break when Mabadi stopped and retracted back from her, she felt relieved but also bit disappointed that he stopped – even if she was going crazy. He turned her around and took her shirt and underwear off, exposing her big melons to him. He then lay over her and began licking and pinching her tits, stopping the break that Susan had been given.

Though her tits were not as sensitive as her vagina, he was still able to make her go crazy with lust. She caressed and held him as she strongly moaned at the pleasure he was giving her. She could feel the top part of his sausage gently stroking with her flower as he kept sucking on her hardened tit knobs, which sent an array of pleasure through her body.

Mabadi then moved upwards against Susan's face and kissed her on the mouth, before moving further up, until his elephant dick was right on top of her, "Kiss it," he said.

She did not hesitate for a moment, she grabbed his dick with both hands and began licking and sucking the head. Mabadi moaned while he was over her face, holding himself up with both arms. His muscles made it easy for him to keep himself up, but the feeling of Susan's mouth sucking him made it a bit difficult for him to keep balance.

She kept vigorously stroking and sucking his dick, peeling his foreskin back and licking the underside of the head occasionally, but it was always when she engorged the dick into her mouth that he began to lose balance. 




Marathon Man: Breaking the Family Ch. 02



The first time he almost slipped his hold, and his cock entered Susan all the way down to her tonsils, which made him moan and Susan gag. The second time he did it on purpose to see how far she was willing to go. He lowered down carefully and felt his dick passing her tonsils until he had to exit again as she began to gag again. 

"Let's see how much you can take, ok?"Mabadi said to Susan.

She was not really aware of what he was talking about since she was filled with lust, so she just nodded yes. Mabadi lowered down and Susan opened her mouth to take the dick, sucking on it as it kept entering her mouth. This time it passed her tonsils, and though she gagged a bit he kept lowering down.

Susan did not realise how far it had gone until she could not breathe, she looked up and realised that half of his dick was now inside of her mouth. She tried to breath from her nose to no avail, and her eyes began to roll back at the lack of oxygen. Yet somehow she felt pleasure, the feeling of Mabadi's dick throbbing down her throat and the lack of oxygen excited her. 

She began masturbating herself with one hand, while caressing Mabadi's giant balls with the other. She could feel his balls enlarge as she held and jiggled them, he was about to come. 

"Fuck are you ready? Are you ready to swallow a huge load?" Mabadi yelled, "Here – here it goes!!"

The large thick amount of cum filled her throat and she found it hard to swallow it down, but she still kept swallowing as much as she could. Unfortunately she soon realised that there was no way that she could swallow as fast as it was coming out from him, so it soon began to overfill her mouth and burst out. 

Yet Mabadi was still pouring his liquid out of his giant, and she kept drinking and spewing as much as she could, while still having half of his dick lodged in her mouth. It soon burst out of her nose as well and it was in this moment that she realised that she really needed to breathe.

She tapped Mabadi with her hand and for one second she feared he would not understand, but luckily for her Mabadi raised himself up, while moaning, and dragged his horse dick out of her mouth. He was still shooting semen when he exited and a large part of it hit her breast, but he tried to avoid hitting her by aiming it against the bed sheets.

Even though his dick was out Susan still had a huge mouthful of spunk left in her, she was desperate for air, so with her last energy she swallowed the huge load. She gasped for air the moment the hot cum had gone down, but somehow her overfilled stomach denied her from relaxing just yet. She felt an oozing feeling coming up from within her, and she quickly turned over the edge of the bed and threw up a large portion of what she had swallowed.

Mabadi was still unloading himself but caught a glimpse of Susan throwing up, "Heh, you're not used to so much cum are you?" he smiled. 

She was not used to swallow at all, even with her husband she never swallowed. The words Mabadi said made her remember how she and her husband usually did it. With Barry, Susan would usually just give him a blow job and then be penetrated while laid down on the bed. It was never really anything more. Barry would never give her any foreplay, so she was stuck at sucking him off and being penetrated. It was strange even if she was thinking of her husband now, all she could feel was disappointment not guilt.

"I-I am not used to it."

"What?"

"I said I-I am not used to it," Susan felt ashamed at admitting that she was not used to such an act, more so then the shame of actually having done such an act. 

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it, " Mabadi said smiling, "Now let's continue."

She could not believe her ears, she anticipated that after such a load out Mabadi would have had enough for today, but he was not done. He grabbed her legs and turned her over so facing him, he then said, "Get ready for the real deal," Susan looked down and realised that his cock had not turned flaccid, but rather was more erect than ever.

She held around him preparing herself for his entrance, she asked him to, "Be gentle please," which he did. He grabbed his dick and aimed it directly over her opening; Susan by reflex parted her legs to make it easier for him to enter. He then slowly began to penetrate her, making her grind her teeth at the enormous size that was entering.

His penis head popped in and she emitted a slight yelp, he then gradually kept pushing the rest in slowly. Susan could feel it expanding into her, spreading her vagina because of his girth and piercing her unexplored parts because of its length. Mabadi himself began to grind his teeth as he kept going in, feeling a tightness surrounding his member. 

Susan held firmly around him, but soon her legs began to hold around him as well. And as the last bit of Mabadi's meat was about to enter, both Mabadi and Susan pushed themselves towards each others in a forceful way, penetrating the last part of his cock into her.

The sensation of expansion and tightness made them both moan out of their minds, Susan's orgasms went everywhere and Mabadi could not restrain himself from grunting and huffing like an animal. She tightened her grip to him and soon he too held her firmly, as they both felt an immense passion. 

They kissed and licked each other's mouths, even if she had recently swallowed Mabadi's semen, it did not matter to him, he just could not refrain himself from passionately kissing her. As they were kissing, he began to move slowly backwards, extracting a portion of his dick from her. The movement made her tremble, as the sensation was amazing. His dick was being tightly held by her, but the moment his penis moved out it tightened even more. Mabadi then easily but quickly thrust forward, re-entering her.

The movement made her moan even more as she kept kissing Mabadi. He then did it again and again, each time faster and more forceful. By the fifth time, Susan used her legs, which were around him, to help him thrust harder. This made Mabadi moan, as he could feel the top of his dick reach an even warmer part of her inside.

They kept going like this for hours, and every time they connected they both entered into a state of passion. Kissing and caressing each other, they were one. 

Susan could feel Mabadi's member transcending into the depth of her most unexplored of parts, piercing her into oblivion. And as he entered deeper into her Mabadi felt the tightness of her wanting, squeezing his dick so hard and ferociously that he wondered if she'd even allow him to leave. 

She felt his throbbing blood veins marking her walls. He felt her hole sucking his most sensitive of part. They both fell into an abyss of pleasure and lust. None of them stopped, they both went mad with passion and kept moving closer and closer to each other. 

A strong grunting noise came out of Mabadi, and she knew then that he was ready to empty his sacks again. She could feel his giant enlarging as it began to shake violently inside of her, which sent her into another orgasm. She held him tightly, and he moaned. Her insides tightened and he could feel his balls pumping. 

"Come inside of me," she said.

He had no intention to reject her. He grinded his teeth holding off the inevitable burst until the last second, knowing it would fuel his load.

"I-I, get ready!" and in an instant he released.

The bursting cannon shot its load deep down within her, and they both screamed with pleasure as he filled her with his passion. She could feel his warmth filling her, moving itself up towards the only exit that was left, and soon it sprouted out from her hole. It did not matter that his member acted as a cork, his fluid found its way out from the tightest of spot.

She screamed with pleasure as her body drowned in his orgasm, her thoughts were gone, replaced only by a feeling. He yelled and grunted as the remainder of his sperm pierced out of him and into her, and the only thing he could feel was a massive orgasm. 

Then he turned flaccid, and she relaxed her grip around him. Her legs fell off his body and unto the bed, his grip loosened up and he fell on top of her. They both wanted to sleep, they both needed to rest. His penis slimed out of her hole, covered in semen. Her hole leaked of his semen, onto the sheets, and she felt exhausted.

But now that her mind was clear of the feeling she had been given, the thoughts of guilt and responsibilities remerged. She wanted to cry, but she did not know why. She was unsure to what she was sad for.

****

"Mom, wow you were gone for quite some time."

"I am sorry dear, mommy had some errands she needed to do."

"Geez, I've never seen you take this long."

"Well I am back now."

"Yeah, hey did you buy me some cookies?"

"Yes dear, they're in the bag."

As she looked at Charlie opening the bag of groceries, searching for his cookie, her mind went elsewhere. Somehow somewhere deep inside of her she felt happy, yet also sad and guilty. She looked at the most important person in her life, and felt happy to be back. 

Back to the life she was running away from.  

To be continued.



Marathon Man: Breaking the Family



''Please don't, I-I am married,'' she stuttered.

''Yet you don't seem to struggle. I am barely holding you, and all I can see you do is nothing,'' he teased, as he began to slowly caress her arm, feeling her skin grow cold with more Goosebumps.

She exclaimed a small moan as Mabadi caressed her, ''How long has it been since someone touched me like this?'' she thought, as her vagina began to get warmer and her body more relaxed. ''You can't, you don't want me,'' she said, looking down.

Mabadi put his finger under her chin and tilted her head up towards his eyes, ''Just because your husband has given up on you, does not make you unwanted,'' her eyes met his, and she could not but feel a hard passion grow within her when he said does words.

Yet she was married, and she still loved her husband, but these feelings she felt made her maddening. ''What am I suppose to do? Is this the right thing to do?'' her mind was shooting questions without answers, until Mabadi answered by placing his lips unto hers.

The warm big lips she felt, were tender and soft. His mouth kissed hers, and her questioning stopped; his answer was good enough for her. 

He kept caressing here arm, then her hip. Making her moan so that her mouth opened, giving Mabadi the opportunity to connect his tongue to hers.

The sensations she felt, the feelings and thoughts, whispered to her, ''Go with it,'' as she sucked and danced with his tongue. 

He held her firm and tight, pressing his body closer to hers as he kept on French kissing. His hands softly lowered downwards to her hips, and he caressed and stroked her behind. Her mind was now possessed by his touching and kissing, she had no doubt, she wanted him.

The kissing stopped, and he slid his tongue down her neck, pecking and sucking it gently. Her moans grew bigger for every peck he gave her, making her grasp him around, cuddling him as he continued on. 

Soon she could feel something striking and hinting between her legs, looking down she saw a giant bulge coming from Mabadi's trousers. 

The size of the bulge shocked her so much that she thought it was only her mind playing tricks on her, little did she know, that she was wrong.

Mabadi could not wait any longer, he could feel his dick enlarge and his balls pump. He stopped licking her neck and went on his knees, lifting her skirt up and pulling her underwear down. 

She felt a little uncomfortable when he did so, not wanting him to see her vagina. Susan never had good self esteem, even less when she was naked in front of a man, especially if it was not her husband. 

''Get on the sofa, I want to see your flower,'' said he. Before she was able to protest, he pushed her down unto the sofa. 

She was now sitting on the sofa with Mabadi between her legs. He grabbed her legs and lifted them up on his shoulders, and then pulled her skirt up revealing to him her wet pussy, ''Pl-please wait, I don't think you should,'' she stuttered.

Mabadi did not listen, he just stared at her untrimmed wet flower, as if being hypnotised. He could smell the strong scent it emitted, turning him on, ''You smell so nice,'' he said, while moving closer. 

''D-don't say such things,'' she said ashamed, while trying to avoid eye contact with him.

''But it's true, you smell so ripe and great. It's just like you're itching to be tasted,'' he teased her. 

''P-please I...Ahh,'' a sudden moan spurred out of her when he passed his finger over her pussy, making her tilt back from the pleasure, ''Please please don't, I can't.'' 

His finger slid over her pubic hair as he caressed her gently until he reached the tip of her opening, feeling her liquid stick on his finger. Susan moaned and gasped, from the touching and sensation he was giving her. His finger toyed her, until he slowly pressed it into her wet opening.

Susan bit her lips when his finger went inside of her, her pussy oozing with essence and her heart beating faster from the sensations.

Her moaning was like music to Mabadi, as he gradually began to feel his member screaming to let him out, ''Do you like that? Do you like it when I stick my finger into your hole?'' he teased.

She tried to answer him, but all she was able to say were inaudible moaning noise.

''You like it don't you?'' he fingered her faster every time she tried to open her mouth, making her moan even higher.

''W-why are you d-doing this?'' she finally was able to say.

''Because you like it, and you know what I think you'd like even more?'' he responded.

Lustfully taken, Susan asked, ''What?''

''Two fingers,'' a loud moan came from Susan when Mabadi penetrated his second finger into her hole, making her orgasm and tilt her head further back.

The orgasm passed through her much faster than the one she had yesterday, but the sudden shock of it was something she had never experienced before.

His fingers were pushing upwards, making her gasp from the pleasure, ''My fingers are getting sucked in, you like it that much?'' he teased her.

''T-that's not true,'' Susan tried to negate herself, but she really loved every second of it.

''Why are you lying?'' Mabadi pulled his fingers out from her, giving Susan a slight feeling of relief, but then he spread her vagina with both his hands, ''Look at you,'' said he, while he stared into her open vagina. ''You're oozing like a waterfall, how can you not be enjoying yourself?''

''Don't look, please!'' the feeling of his thumbs spreading her vagina and his remarks made her feel ashamed, but at the same time she became more excited than ever.

Susan trembled as Mabadi kept closing and spreading her hole with two of his fingers, ''It's a shame to waste all of this love juice,'' Mabadi said. 

He came closer to her opening, and then inadvertently plunged his tongue into her gaping hole. 

Susan gasped and felt her legs tremble more as Mabadi's tongue made its way deep inside her; so much did her legs tremble from excitement that one of her shoes fell off. 

Susan moaned and breathed heavily as Mabadi kept on sliding his tongue in and out from her hole, and dancing inside of her. 

Her taste was strong and ripe, Mabadi passed her barriers with his tongue and licked her inner walls, feeling them tremble and sucking his tongue. Her juice kept flowing onto his lips and into his mouth; he would not pass the chance to spit it out, but rather swallow it all down.

He was literally drinking her up, hearing her moan and gasping while she tried to deviate him from licking her, only to be stopped by his hands. 

He pressed her clitoris with his fingers, which sent Susan into another state of orgasm as she grabbed a pillow holding it hard, ''Oh God, yes!'' she yelled, letting the orgasm pass through her body once again.

The sensation was soft and fierce, almost as if the orgasm was ripping her up slowly. Another feeling she had never felt, feelings she had never experienced with her husband before, or even thought possible. 

The orgasm passed, her breathing got more controlled, and she thought it was over. But Mabadi stood up and said, ''Your turn now,'' as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his underwear, revealing to her his oversized dark black dick ready for action.

She looked at the size of his dick in amazement, it was darker then his skin except for his penis-head being almost dark purple. Believing her mind was still playing tricks on her, she instantly grabbed it to see if it was truly this big. 

Mabadi moaned a bit when she grabbed his dick, as she tried to hold around it with her hand, barely able to. The girth was equally frightening as the length, and his balls were as big as a pair of tennis balls.

Susan kept feeling his dick and touching it, still not believing it to be as big as it was, ''I am guessing that you have never seen one this big?'' Mabadi asked.

Surprised at having her hands around his penis, she let go of it and said, ''I-I never thought so big existed.''

Her eyes could not stop but look at his penis dangling in front of her, she felt both shame and excitement crawling up on her as she kept starring, ''Go on,'' he said, ''Touch it again.''

Nervously, Susan grabbed his dick again. Feeling the warm member in her hand, gave her such excitement that she could feel her hole juicing all over the floor, ''Stroke it,'' Mabadi said

Slowly she began to stroke the large penis, holding it first with one hand then two. She stroked all the way down to his crotch, until his foreskin pulled back and revealed to her his entire penis-head. 

The scent that it emitted was so strong that she tried to hold her hand to her nose, only to forget that the scent was even stronger on her hand after touching his shaft.

Mabadi laughed, finding it amusing that this woman was not used to the smell, ''If you think the smell is bad, then wait till you taste it,'' he said grinning.

Susan looked up at him, still stroking his penis, ''I cannot do that,'' she protested.

''Why not? Don't I deserve a reward for making you feel good?'' he said.

''I...I cannot do this to my husband,'' Susan replied.

''You already past that line, the moment you said those words while still stroking my cock,'' 

Susan realised that she had continued to stroke his massive member without knowing so, all the while complaining to him, ''Now you realise what you want, just follow with your body and everything will be good,'' he encouraged her.

She wanted to refuse, but something deep inside of her felt that she had to. She needed this; her body was sweating at the thought of sucking his massive cock, the thought of having that strong smell in her mouth. It made her more excited just wondering how strong his taste would be, and how far she was willing to go.

Susan lifted his cock over her head and with the tip of her tongue she slowly connected with his shaft. The taste was strong and fierce, backing her away for a second because of it. 

Slowly she licked his shaft again, getting used to the taste the more she continued. She could feel his veins on the shaft, as she passed her tongue over. 

She kept jerking his massive junk while still licking his shaft, feeling his veins pump furiously as she did so. Soon pre-cum began to ooze from his tip, flowing downwards, covering her hand. She kept stroking his long shaft, smelling his strong pre-cum in the process, until it reached all the way down to her tongue.

The taste of his pre-cum made her jump, it was far stronger and brutish then his shaft. She kept on licking and lubricating his dark shaft, feeling his veins twitch every time she passed them with her tongue. Mabadi moaned and could not but stop moving back and forth, hoping she would soon take his dick in her mouth.

''I want to feel your mouth,'' Mabadi moaned, ''Put it in your mouth, don't make me wait.'' 

She had no intention to hesitate anymore, she came closer to his penis-head. She stuck her tongue out and licked it, tasting a strong gluey sensation in her mouth. She got to the tip of his cock and hesitated a bit before sucking his head, ''That's it, oh yeah,'' Mabadi moaned as she began sucking and blowing his cock, drooling insanely while doing so.

He thrust his penis a bit into her, every time she'd head him, just so that he could get more of his dick into her mouth. Susan felt his warm head spewing pre-cum while inside her mouth, she gulped and swallowed it all down, feeling a warm liquid going down her throat.

Mabadi felt his dick throbbing, and he was near to explode. He grabbed Susan's head and began pushing her closer to his crotch, whilst his dick went deeper inside, passing her tonsils.

''All the way down,'' he said, hearing her gasping and gurgling while he kept on pushing her head closer to his crotch. 

Susan could feel his penis making its way down her throat, and tried to stop him. Unfortunately Mabadi had no intention to stop, but instead, to thrust it back and forward while still being deep down her throat. 

Susan gagged and spewed saliva and pre-cum from her mouth, as Mabadi's dick kept going back and forth, passing her tonsils again and again. She could her him yell and moan as she forced herself to endure his long head-bangs. 

''Get ready, I am about to burst,'' he said, while holding her head firmly. His dick was now so deep down her throat that tears were coming from her eyes, as she tried to breathe heavily from her nose; smelling his strong sweaty scent. 

''Ahh! Fuck, here it comes!'' he exclaimed, as she felt a hot bursting liquid shoot from his tip making its way down her throat. She swallowed as fast and as much as she could, since he would not let her go. 

She could feel her stomach filling up with his semen, as it kept on coming. She kept on swallowing as fast as she could, but the quantity of sperm coming from him was too much for her to swallow, and soon it began to go upwards rather than down.

It burst out of her mouth as an overfilled champagne bottle, and then from her nostrils. She could not breathe, and began to panic as Mabadi still held her head firmly.

Finally after exclaiming one last moan, Mabadi let go of her, and Susan instantly detached herself from the penis. She turned around from him and on all four began gasping, coughing and throwing up sperm that had not made its way to her stomach, unto the floor. 

Mabadi kept stroking his dick that was getting softer and more sensitive, but at the same time was still erect and wanting more. He looked over to Susan and saw her coughing up while on the floor, with her ass against Mabadi. 

When seeing that huge behind, and her pussy still dripping, he felt that it would only be faire for him to give her a special bonus. 

He went down on his knees and grabbed her behind, while she was still coughing and breathing, and then aimed his semi erect dick at her wet vagina.

''W-what wait, no,'' she said, when she felt Mabadi's head poking her hole.

He then forcefully thrust his dick inside of her gaping vagina, holding her from behind firmly and sliding his dick deep inside her. 

Susan gasped and felt a string of orgasm hitting her, when he penetrated. The penetration was so sudden and so fierce that she fell in a lustful state, screaming high pitched moans as he kept on thrusting.

Her entire life had been confined to one man, a man whose dick was not bigger then a finger. But now she was getting a taste of another man, a man whose dick was five times bigger than her husband's. 

Thrust after thrust he kept on making her feel unknown sensations that were hidden in her body, his thighs kept hitting her hips as he banged her furiously, making loud and splashing noises. 

''Fuck, how can you be so tight!'' Mabadi uttered.

His dick was passing through the points her husband had once explored, and gone beyond to a place where no one had ever been before. She could not feel but extreme pleasure arise within her, as orgasm after orgasm passed through her.

''D-don't stop,'' the only words being uttered by her as Mabadi kept pounding her hard.

He held her around the hips and banged the craving pussy of hers, feeling his dick pressing itself a tad deeper inside of her, '' You have no idea how long I have wanted to do you!'' he exclaimed while banging her from behind.

Mabadi then began to furiously fuck her, and she could feel his dick enlarging, spreading her insides further. Soon he exclaimed, ''I am about to come again!'' but Susan did not respond, not until he said, ''I am going to bust it deep inside of you!''

''Wait please don't release inside of me,'' she said, but Mabadi had no intention not to.

''Why not?'' he said.

''I- I don't want to get pregnant,''

''Then say it the way I want it!'' he began to thrust harder 

''What?'' Susan felt it difficult to concentrate as he began to do her faster.

''Say, please don't cum inside my pussy!'' Mabadi grinded his teeth, now very close to explode.

''P-please don't...Ahh!'' she begged, but he would not make it easy for her to respond.

''What is that? I can't hear you?'' 

''Please, please don't cum inside me,''

''Say it right!'' Mabadi yelled.

''Please don't come inside my pussy!'' Susan yelled, resulting in an unexpected climax within her, as Mabadi unleashed his ejaculation deep inside of her, breaking his promise. 

Both of them yelled and moaned, as she was getting the orgasm of her life while he was filling her womb, resulting in both of them finally falling unto the floor after it had passed.

They were breathing heavily on the floor not saying a word to each other, and with no sound emitting except for the sudden popping of Mabadi's penis exiting Susan's vagina. 

With sperm exiting her hole, Susan closed her eyes and tried to just slip into that warm silent darkness, and fall asleep.

Mabadi smiled while starring at Susan, feeling himself proud that he had conquered the wife of his racist agent, ''One down, one to go.''

To be Continued…