7 comments/ 96527 views/ 14 favorites The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 01 By: Pervosuxx Marina HARD PASSION: The Chronicles of Erica Bradson. Chapter 1 Huge Change! My name is Erica Bradson, I am 48 years of age and I have been happily married to my husband Daniel for 23 years. I have three children, Emma the oldest is 19 years old, my son Brian is 18 and my youngest Peter is 14. We have always been regarded as the perfect family, my husband Daniel worked at a Pharmaceutical company called Binarex Implants & Co, my oldest daughter Emma left for college when she was 18, my son Peter is in high school starting his second year, while my son Brian had some minor problems at his former school which resulted in him dropping out of high school but now he is back at a new school. Ever since I had my last child Peter my work as a librarian became almost impossible for me mostly because of my back, so now I write children's books at home. It would sound that we are the perfect family. Little did I know how my life would change. It all started two years ago when my husband Daniel was offered the position of chairman of the board for a new company called Erinak. We were all happy and excited. Although we had to move closer to the company, our lives were more fruitful than ever. Brian was especially happy as he was able to find himself a new school, Peter on the other hand was not so happy to leave his home and friends, we had quite a fight over the issue and I believe he blamed me more than his father. However, we moved and were ready to begin our lives again. We have now lived two years here and I could not be happier. My sons have settled fine in their new schools and my daughter continues her studies at the college, I only wish it would be the same for me. Ever since my husband became the chairman of Erinak our sex lives have been less and less active, we still love each other very much but his work has left us with no time for each other. Though I knew this would happen I never expected it to bother me so much, ever since my last child our sex life became somewhat less intimate, mostly because of our children, but we always had some time to satisfy each other, but now even that was gone. My womanly urges were the only thing bothering me. One day my son Brian invited his friend Malik over to our house, I never really knew much about him except that he was a little bit older then my son Brian. I also did not like him too much as he was always around whenever I heard rumours that vandals had caused some trouble. Still I had to give my son's friend a chance so the day he came over I prepared a nice dinner and awaited eagerly for them to come home from school. When I heard the main door opening I went downstairs to greet my son's friend, while my son took of his jacket I greeted Malik. The moment I saw him I was both surprised and a little frightened, though I did not show it. He was a tall person, taller than both my husband and my son. He was dressed in a thick orange undershirt with a logo I could not understand and oversized blue jeans that kept falling down revealing his white underwear. He was very well built as his muscles showed thanks to his undershirt. His skin was black and smooth with no scars, he had dreads going down to his neck which were tied by a pair of gummy strings. He turned around towards me and smiled, his blue eyes staring at me, his face was smooth and perfect with no blisters that the usual teenager have. He walked towards me and stretched his hand and presented himself to me. I was a little slow but I took his hand which was firm and soft, shaking it proved to be all up to him as he was strong as a bull. He was very polite something that struck me, since most of my son's friends were mostly rude like teenagers were, but this person was not. My son and Malik went up to Brian's room. I remained in the living room consumed with thoughts, wondering how my son had met this boy. I was also very puzzled by the fact that he was not at all like those other friends of my son. While I was sitting there in the living room alone I heard someone coming down the stairs, it was Malik. He came downstairs looking for something. My first thought was that he was looking for something valuable to steal, as I was trying to find excuses for myself to why he was so polite. After secretly watching him for three seconds I decided to move towards him, he saw me and asked where he could throw a piece of plastic he was holding in his hand. I was embarrassed with myself by the fact that I had even thought that he was stealing, I told him to give the plastic to me and that I would throw it for him, after handing me the plastic I went over to the kitchen and opened the cabin under the sink to throw the piece of plastic into the trash can, as I was bending over I felt that someone was watching me I turned around rather quickly to find no one standing there. I felt like a fool, not only did I think he was a burglar but also a pervert. The truth was that I was making all of these things up in my mind because I was lonely, deep inside me I wanted someone to look at my huge behind. A couple of days had gone by and my thoughts were still raging inside me like a wild horse itching for a carrot, only I was not itching for a carrot. It was already past six, and I was preparing dinner as usual, my son Peter was sleeping over at his friend's house, while my husband was working late again and my son Brian was out with his friends. Not even had the clock struck seven when I heard a bang coming from the door. I went toward the door to see my son Brian angry and slamming the door again. Before I even was able to ask him what was going on he ran up to his room. I followed him upstairs and knocked on his door, asking him what had happened. I was told to mind my own business, and after asking him over and over again with no apparent respond I decided to call my husband. Just as I was about to go downstairs I heard my son cursing Malik. I had no idea what had happened. After trying to get my husband on the phone to no avail and getting no response from my son I decided to go to Malik to get some answers. Before leaving I told my son through the door that I was going out for a bit without telling him that I was going to Malik's home, since I did not want him to try to stop me. I knew where he lived since I had driven my son to his house before; he lived in a huge house owned by his parents who have moved to Europe while Malik remained to finish school. It was raining hard while I drove there and I could barely see anything, so I parked my car at the intersection before arriving and started walking towards the house. I suddenly felt uneasy as the rain and thunder started to get even harder and so I ran towards Malik's house before getting completely wet. When I reached his porch I saw light inside, indicating he was home so I rang the doorbell. When I got no answer I rang again, then within a minute the door opened and I saw Malik in a towel soaked and dripping in water. My eyes stood still looking at his stomach muscles and chest, and my thoughts ran wild. He was startled to see me and invited me in right away before I got too wet. I sat down on his red sofa as he asked me to and then he took my wet coat off me and hung it on the knob by the main door. After a second or so I heard him saying that he was in the shower and that he did not hear the first bell. Still in his towel, he stood in front of me without even trying to cover himself up and asked me why I was here. I came out of my perverted daze and told him about my son. After explaining to him what was going on, he went towards the kitchen and returned with two soda cans and gave one to me without even asking me whether I wanted one or not. He then sat down beside me and explained to me that my son had a crush on a friend of Malik's called Jayla and that my son had become angry at Malik when he told him that he was not Jayla's type. I became relieved by the fact that this was only a boy crush thing, but then came the a-bomb. Malik then told me that before he was able to explain why Jayla was not my son's type Brian punched Malik in the face and started destroying things in his house and then seemingly ran away. I was shocked at hearing those words. The thought that my son had actually hit someone destroyed my dream of a perfect family completely. I became confused and sad, my son had become someone else. I turned to Malik and asked him to please not press any charges. He stood up and went to throw his soda in the trash can. As he was turning around I could see part of his penis under his towel, which made all of my perverted thoughts resurface wilder then before. He came towards me and sat in front of me with his legs parted, almost like he wanted me to see his penis. He then said that he would have to explain a lot of things to his parents about the broken stuff. Just then I snapped out of my thoughts and raised myself up from the sofa and said that I would give him the money for the destroyed stuff. He said he was not interested in money. He then looked at me and smiled. He stood up and put his hand on my shoulder, that simple touch made my body warm and soft. He said that he had seen how I look at him, and that he knew that I needed certain attention. He grabbed my big behind which sent my soft warm body into a frenzied furnace. With no reaction from me Malik kept groping; I did not even try to stop him from touching me. My thoughts went in all directions telling me this is wrong and yet my body wanted this. I told myself that I was doing this for my son, but that was a lie. He slipped his hand into my long skirt and pulled it down, he then plunged his tongue into my mouth, which made me fall into a dream of lust. I unwillingly started sucking his tongue which was dancing inside my mouth. His saliva started to enter and expand into my mouth and I willingly swallowed it down my throat. Not even my husband had kissed me so good, his towel fell off and revealed his semi erect black penis. While we were still kissing he directed my left hand to touch his penis, without thinking I grabbed it and I realized that I could not wrap my hand around it fully. I then broke off to see just how big his penis was, to my surprise his semi erect penis was longer and thicker than I thought humanly possible, he looked at me and smiled saying to me what I already knew, that I had never seen a bigger dick in my life. My vagina was dripping like a waterfall, soaking my underwear. He kept grabbing my behind and kissing my neck. It felt so good that I responded by stroking his humongous penis without even realizing it. I felt his penis getting larger and larger as I kept stroking him to a point that I even became scared to know how big it could get. He then stopped me from stroking it. At first I was afraid he had lost interest, but then he told me to turn around and show him my ass. I turned around embarrassed at the fact that my behind was so big, but he only bent down and grabbed my ass telling me how wonderful it was. After years of complaints from my husband that my ass was getting too big, I had started feeling embarrassed about my behind. Hearing Malik say those words made me even more soaked then before. Malik then pulled my wet underwear down revealing my soaking hairy vagina to him, making me even more embarrassed at the thought of having someone starring at my naked behind with my vagina dripping like a waterfall. Malik came so close that I could feel his breath hitting my vagina. In that moment my thoughts started protesting to the fact that what I was allowing was wrong. While I tried to convince myself that I was doing this for my son, the feeling of something slippery and soft invaded me making me gasp so suddenly that my saliva dripped out of my mouth. Malik was pushing his tongue deep into me, to the point that his teeth hit the side of my vagina. I almost fell when he invaded me and I was struggling to hold myself up. His tongue was dancing even more now than before and was pushing itself in to a point that almost paralysed me. While I was drooling with saliva and gasping for air, my thoughts were lost in ecstasy and fell prey themselves to the same feeling my body was having. The feeling of his tongue passing through me, his teeth marking me at the sides and his nose touching and breathing on my anus made me come over and over again. Malik kept dancing and twisting his tongue so much that it felt like it was living its own life within me. His lips kept caressing and sucking my side walls so much that the mix of his saliva and my essence began to drip on the floor constantly. He then retracted his piercing tongue from my wet hole, his teeth slowly lifted themselves from the grapple they had done and the breath from his nose stopped hitting my anus with that cold wind like feeling. I thought for a moment that it was over. He had already given me more pleasure just with his tongue than my husband had given me in all our years. Just as I was catching my breath slowly and was able to steady myself better, a huge round soft and warm thing was pushing itself into my wet hole. Just when I was about to realize that it was his penis head, it pierced forcefully deep within me. My eyes rolled back and my saliva shot itself out of my mouth like a cannon with my tongue dangling outside. The gasping noise that I made echoed throughout the entire house and my legs clenched themselves tightly as if by reflex. His member was all the way inside me and I could feel every single blood vein of his dick pulsating within me. Malik grunted and exclaimed how tight I was, but I did not hear him. The long thick monster penis of his had reached places within me that had never been explored and had me going into a state of exploding coma. He then slowly began to move back and forth and with every thrust he would make sure to ball me so to get it even deeper within me. He kept grunting and huffing as his penis kept drilling me. His hands were the only thing keeping me steady as they were holding around my huge behind, as if to make sure that I would take his entire penis within me. I came out of my comatose state when he pulled my head towards him and began to suck and kiss my tongue. I began to taste the essence of his tongue that had been within me and it made me clench his dick even more. He grunted and commented that his dick was getting sucked in and the feeling of his dick forcing itself passed certain points within me kept me coming more than before. I then felt it grow a little bigger and that is when I knew he was about to blow. He confirmed it when he said he was about to cum, and as if by a miracle I was able to find my motherly instinct within me and told him not to cum inside me. At first I was afraid he would not hear me as he was holding me tightly and his member was so deep inside me that it felt like it would be impossible to get it out in time. I saw his face, his eyes were clenched shut as if he was struggling to keep something inside, whether it was his member or his cum I did not know, but I hoped it was his cum. Just as I felt his penis head exploding his slippery member pulled out of me and was retracted back, his hands left me and I fell down on the floor exhausted as if having given birth. I glanced at him and just as I was catching his eyes to mine, his penis burst a torrent of cum right on my back. He exclaimed frantically and without even stroking his member the torrent of cum kept on coming, to the point I could see his huge sacks of balls shrink heavily. As the last spurt of cum hit both me and the floor Malik fell down as well, breathing heavily his penis began to go limp and lost most of its girth and length. As I watched it go limp, the thought that I had cheated on my husband began to arise, and my guilt began to devour me. However I noticed that as limp Malik's cock had become, it was still far longer and thicker than my husband's fully erect penis ever was. I lay there and I knew my life had changed from then on. Oh what will happen now? To Be Continued. Thanks to drbob80 for editing. The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 02 HARD PASSION: The Chronicles of Erica Bradson. Chapter 2 Guilty Desire. Two weeks passed since my obscene experience with Malik and we had not spoken since. I returned to my duties as a mother and a wife, hoping that my sinful act would be erased by time. The morning is my favourite time of the day, my husband, my two sons and I gather together for breakfast. It is the only time of the day where we are all together and can talk about the day ahead of us and our plans. It is also the only time when I feel no remorse. I make two eggs to my husband with no bacon a cup of freshly made coffee and a glass of cold orange juice to start of his day while he reads the newspaper. My sons on the other hand prefer pancakes, as they have grown accustom to them ever since they were 5. A glass of orange juice to Brian and a glass of milk to Peter to set up their day. It is during this time of day that I feel happy and relieved as I see my family bustling with energy, no other thoughts and no other feelings but for my family. The gathering breaks up when my husband and my sons leave for work and school, and as I watch them go out the front door the feeling of vulnerability engulfs me. The moment my husband and my sons leave the house, I start to make myself busy by cleaning the house, buying groceries or working on my children's book. Ever since that night I have been welcoming menial tasks that would keep me busy in order to try to forget Malik. Unfortunately for me, my memories kept haunting me and the more I tried to suppress them the more they insisted on coming back. My sexual urges had also grown, and as every day passed by from that rainy night they grew stronger, whenever I was in the shower my body trembled and my nipples hardened by themselves while my vagina would become wet and slippery. I tried to avoid touching myself, but the memories of that experience became more vivid than ever before. Whenever I was alone in the house the thought of how Malik had made me feel that day using only his tongue made me wonder what more he could do. As much as my body and my mind kept teasing me I had decided to stay firm and to continue as a devoted wife and a good mother and not to fall for my perverse mind again. Evening came and I was finishing up the last chapter of my book when I was disturbed by the ringing of my cell phone in my handbag. I went downstairs and pulled it out of my handbag and inspected the number blinking on the phone. I did not recognize the number and I felt fear right away wondering if it was Malik, and how he had gotten my number. I never gave it to him that night and I was worried he had found some way to get my number anyway. My imagination was making me believe things that I knew were not possible and yet deep inside of me I wanted to be true. Something kept me from answering it right away, almost like if I knew it was Malik and I did not want to confront him. After a second or two I stopped wavering, I took a deep breath and answered my cell phone hoping it was not Malik. It was my son Brian and he asked me what took me so long to answer the phone. As I realised it was my son on the phone I exclaimed a strong sudden sound of relief that it was not Malik. My son heard me and asked me what was wrong with me. I lied to him and told him that I almost fell down when I was reaching the phone, to which my son afterwards asked me why it took me so long to answer the phone in the first place. Another lie came out of me when I told him I was using the vacuum cleaner and I did not hear the phone. I than asked him what was wrong and if anything had happened to him, he said that everything was fine and that he wanted only to call me to tell me that he was sleeping out tonight without giving me an explanation to where or with whom, like always, and that I was not to make dinner for him. I asked him to stay out of trouble and to not go to bed too late, to which he replied in a manner as if I had invaded his space. I said goodbye to him and goodnight knowing he would not call me again that day. Before I hung up I asked him why he was calling me from a different number, to which he answered that he had forgotten his cell phone at home and had borrowed the phone of a friend of his. When my son said those words to me all of my fear and thoughts came back like a brutal force, and before I was able to ask him which friend he had borrowed it from, he hung up. I sat down on the sofa in the living room puzzled with thoughts wondering whether it was Malik my son had borrowed the phone from or if it was someone else. My body trembled at the thought that my son had borrowed Malik's phone to call me and that he now maybe had my number. I expected Malik would call me right away on the phone and so I placed my cell on the table by the sofa while staring at it in silence. I continued to stare at my cell for more than a couple of minutes in a complete and utter hypnotic state trembling at the thought of Malik calling me, but after the time passed I told myself that I was a fool, as my son probably borrowed it from someone else since he had been in a fight with Malik two weeks ago and that they were probably not on good terms yet. I went to the kitchen and I started making dinner, with a feeling of relief and a slight feeling of disappointment. After eating dinner with my son Peter and my husband Daniel, I decided to finish the chapter of my book upstairs in my office, while my husband watched TV and my son played video games. It was not until nine that my cell phone rang again. A message from the same number my son Brian had used, so believing it to be my son I opened it with no hesitation. What I saw made me gasp with such a surprise that I almost fell from the chair, the message was a picture of Malik's limp cock with a text below saying that this I was going to get. My body trembled and my eyes were fixated on the picture of Malik's huge limp penis, my nipples became hard and I had to clench my legs together as I was starting to feel my vagina sweating and soaking my underwear. I closed the picture and wanted to delete it only to have something inside stop me from doing so. I looked at it again and I began to slowly caress my hardened nipple. I circled my hand over my tit again and again to the point where my nipple was poking out so hard that it made a silhouette on my sweater. I then slowly reached downwards so as to put my hand between my legs and caress my vagina through my soaking underwear, all the while I looked at the picture of Malik's penis and wondered how I was able to take that monstrosity in its erect form within me. Those thoughts and my touching mixed itself with the memory of that rainy night when I was with Malik and I began to stroke my vagina faster through my underwear. I became so wet that it was now dripping on the floor and on my skirt. The intense feeling of the coming orgasm made me drop the phone from my left hand onto the floor which made a loud noise. I was shaking all over and I grabbed the first thing I found, which was a lamp, and I held it firmly until the orgasm was over. I went limp and my right hand stopped caressing my hole and for a second I just wanted to sleep, only to hear noises coming from the outside of my room which made me realise that someone was coming. I immediately readjusted my skirt and sweater and just as I was about to clean my essence from my right hand the door opened. My son Peter came in and told me that he had heard a loud noise. At first I was afraid he had heard me moaning, but when he told me that he had heard something hitting the floor I relaxed and told him that it was only my cell phone that had fallen onto the floor. It was in that moment that I realised that the picture was still on. If he picked it up my son would see my secret. He knelt down to get the phone and just before I was able to take it from him he saw the screen. My heart was pumping so hard that I almost felt it bursting out of my chest. I was just about to say something to him when I saw his face, it was not the face of shock or panic. He looked at me and said that he was sorry, but my phone had been broken. When I saw the screen of my phone shattered with no picture or light on it I felt such relief that I almost hugged my son, being so happy that he did not see that picture. He placed it on the table beside my pc and walked out of the room saying good night to me in the process. I was so relieved and exhausted at the same time that I slumped on my chair. At that moment I knew that I was lucky and unlucky at the same time. I woke up early the next morning as I had not slept well. My thoughts had been raging inside of me trying to find excuses for my behaviour last night. I had not only desired another man again, but done so while my family was present at home. The thought that my son had almost caught me masturbating to a picture of another man's penis kept me wondering what would have happened if he had found out. This time I had no excuses for what I had done. I could not tell myself that what I had done was for the well-being of my son Brian, as that night I had willingly masturbated to Malik's penis without any reason then my own. Yet still, the incident that happened yesterday made me wonder whether I had been allowed a second chance, as not only did I escape the embarrassment of having to explain to my son what I was doing, but also that my cell phone had been destroyed in the process and so I was free from having more pictures from Malik, or worse a call. As much as I felt guilt over what had happened I could not accept it, I continued to act as if nothing happened and hoped that one day this would be over. The day went slowly, my sons were at school and my husband had gone to work and I was finally finishing the children's book. While sitting on my sofa in the living room with my laptop on the table I felt for a moment free from thoughts and believed that maybe all of what had happened would fade away, the calm silent house did not make me feel vulnerable anymore and my urges had calmed down as well. This peace was broken by the sound of the doorbell which rang only once but loudly enough to feel like thunder. I raised myself from the comfortable sofa and walked towards the main door, I did not really wonder who it was until I had already opened the door. Standing in the doorway was a man dressed in blue large heavy jeans and a green undershirt with a logo of a big M, when my eyes finally reached his face I realised that it was Malik. He smiled and asked me how I was doing while letting himself into the house before I could even protest. My heart was pounding faster and faster and my thoughts were back in a disagreement, it took me a couple of seconds to say something, but I was then able to shake of my dozed of state and speak. I closed the door, and with a resentful tone asked him what he was doing here. He said in calm and sympathetic voice that he had forgotten a ticket in Brian's room the last time he was here. He then apologetically asked me if he could please go up to Brian's room and look for it. Before I was able to tell him no, he had already gone up the stairs. I followed him upstairs puzzled by the fact that he had not tried to flirt with me or grope me the moment he entered the house. I was so puzzled that I began to think he had no intention to touch me or do any other obscene act. It was then that I realised that my body was starting to shake again and my perverted fantasy was resurfacing. I stopped for a moment to regain my sense of duty and continued to go upstairs after him. When I reached Brian's room I saw Malik searching my son's table, I then watched him for a couple of seconds before speaking. Without realising that he might just be faking all of this, I asked him if he had found it. Before he responded to me, he stood up and showed me a ticket that he had taken from the table. He then looked at me, standing in the doorway in a way that made me feel very vulnerable. He smiled again and said that he would take no more of my time and leave the house. The moment he said those words a sense of fear came upon me as if I did not want him to leave. He walked passed me and went downstairs, and like a cat chasing a mouse I followed him down. Just as he was about to reach the main door my mind began to act on its own and as if by reflex I said wait. He stopped and turned around and asked me why. I could not believe it, he wanted me to admit that I wanted him. All of my sane thoughts were now screaming at me to send him away, while my body was sweating and remembering that night he and I fornicated. Without realising that he was already in front of me, he grabbed my behind exactly the same way he did our first time, which gave my body and my thoughts such vivid memories that I began to tremble and sweat continuously. Then just like before he inserted his tongue into my mouth and began kissing and sucking my tongue. I could not stop him, I was too deep in my trance to stop now. The only thing I was hoping for now was that he would not go any further than kissing and groping me, but it was now completely up to him what happened next. He continued kissing me until I was dripping from my mouth. At the same time, he took his right hand and slipped it down the front of my skirt and began caressing my dripping vagina. This made me come so hard that I disconnected from his lips and gasped to the ceiling. He then started taking off my sweater and grabbed my right breast and began to caress it, and even though my bra was still on he was able to caress it so good that I came a second time. My body then began to move by itself and I used my right hand to grab and stroke his crotch, which made Malik moan. He then pulled his hand out of my skirt and started unlocking my bra and seemingly drag it away with his other hand. From the first moment Malik saw my tits, he started to pinch my left nipple and kiss and suck my neck to the point that my nipples began to harden themselves, which made me stroke his bulging crotch even faster and with every stroke it seemed to get bigger. Malik then stopped pinching and kissing me and pushed away my hand which was stroking him. For a split second I thought it was over, only to see him take of his undershirt revealing his beautiful muscular body to me which made my nipples harden even more and my vagina drip harder. He then unlocked his belt, pulled down his pants and revealed to me his enormous dick. It was so big that even though it was semi erect it was still not able to remain upright because of its weight and growth. It was the first real time that I truly realised what a monstrosity it was, I kept staring at it for a couple of seconds, wondering how I was able at all to take his fully erect penis inside me at all. Those thoughts, and watching his penis, made me gush more from my vagina and harden my tit knobs so much that they gave me some slight pain. Malik did not hesitate, he grabbed me and pulled down my skirt revealing that my underwear was so wet that he could see through it. He ordered me to continue stroking his penis, while he began to kiss and suck my tits. The pleasure almost made me fall, only to be saved by the warm soft yet hard penis I was holding in my hand. I held it tightly trying to see if I was able to get my fingers around it to stroke it better, only to fail. As it grew wider and harder, Malik moaned and told me to continue while he kept on sucking and pinching my nipples. I stroked it as much as I was able to and felt it slowly grow bigger and start to become more upright. The feeling of Malik's warm penis in my hand and him sucking and playing with my tits made me lose control of my body. I took my other hand and slipped it inside my underwear to caress my wet hairy hole. In that moment, the thoughts that I had the night before secretly masturbated to the picture of this young man's penis surfaced again. This time I was now doing it for real. The realization that I was physically grabbing and stroking it made me orgasm a third time. The moment my orgasm came I clenched his penis so hard that I was almost able to get my fingers right around it. After my climax had passed I stopped stroking, only to then have Malik place his penis between my legs and start to move back and forth rubbing my dribbling vagina through my soaked underwear with his shaft. I felt it grow and become even more upright. All the time my hole was dripping so much that it went through my underwear and ran all over his dick. He started to kiss me again which gave me the energy to continue from my already tired state. At the same time, his left hand was playing with my tit and his right hand began to grab my behind. I almost went in a state of coma because of all the different sensation, feeling his hands toying with me, his tongue making my mouth dribble with saliva, and the shaft of his dick stroking vagina through my underwear, while at the same time hitting the insides of my legs as it grew wider. I was literally riding his penis and he was already making me feel better than last time without even having penetrated me yet. I knew then that there was no possible way that he would not penetrate me with his penis, as we now had reached a point of no return. That moment I knew that I would not only be cheating on my husband again, but in our own house. As I looked towards the chimney in the living room I spotted a photo of my sons, my daughter, my husband Daniel and me. It was then that my guilt began to drag me out of the state of lust and started to make me realise that I was not only betraying my husband, but my family as well. Just then Malik stopped kissing me and pushed me back so that I fell down on the red sofa, he was now standing over me showing his overlarge monster dick that was now fully erected and upright, and with one stare my thoughts of guilt had vanished. He began to take off my slipper and socks while I stared at his penis in amazement. His shaft was darker then his skin and had liquid dripping from the top side, which I could only assume was the essence from my vagina after he had stroked with it. The veins were so impressive that I could see them pulse and I knew they would make their mark once he was inside me. The penis-head was so huge and round that it almost resembled a pool ball in size. The closer I got to the penis, the more I could smell the strong odour it was making. The smell was so strong and ferocious that I dripped even more from my hole onto the sofa. After having pulled off the last of my sock, Malik leant forward and began pulling off my wet underwear revealing my hairy soaking pussy. Saying it was time to ride, he parted my legs and grabbed his penis, placing his penis-head on my hole. The mere touch of his warm reddish penis-head on my hole was almost enough to make me come again. He then said that he wanted me to feel every inch of his thing and not doze off like last time, so he would enter me slowly this time. I became very nervous and began acting as if it was my first time. Preparing myself to take his penis I clenched the sofa's pillow with my hand and began using the breathing technique that I used for child birth. Malik recognized the pattern and told me to continue doing so as he liked the sound of it. He held my legs open with his hands and began to penetrate me slowly. I could feel his penis-head expanding my vagina as it slowly invaded me further. I kept on breathing as the sheer pleasure his penis-head was making almost made me pass out. He then pushed himself deeper within me and I began to break up the breathing technique as I started to feel his veins throbbing and pumping within me, which made me orgasm. He then grunted and told me to hold on. He was now pushing it deeper into me and as I felt it bury itself deeper I grabbed his arm and began pulling him towards me. I had reached a new level of pleasure. He lost his grip on my legs and placed his hands around my hips, grunting and moaning and sweating all over me. He then tried to push his penis further in but was unable to, so he dragged it backwards and told me to be ready to go balls deep. It was not until I looked up at him and saw him breathing deeply and withdrawing part of his penis out from me that I realised what he was about to do. Just as I was to beg him to go easy, he thrust his dick so deep that his balls hit my ass cheeks. My head tilted backwards and I cried out loud. I did not even care if someone from outside the house heard me. My legs then automatically crossed around Malik's body and I started pulling him into me. Malik grunted and exclaimed that all of his cock was finally inside. I had been able to take all of his meat again, but this time without dozing off. The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 02 The feeling of his dick pumping and squeezing itself inside of me was even more intense then the last time, since I was now fully aware and awake. I could now feel his shaft stretching my inside walls so tightly that I could feel his heartbeat coming from his veins. His penis head was so deep inside that it had reached an unexplored part within me. I had not felt this the first time, and the mere warmth that his penis emitted made my body sweat so much that the sofa got soaked. Malik then told me to look at him while he began to thrust back and forth; slowly at first, and then with more force. Staring at his eyes and feeling his cock spreading my insides made me come more than once. As he kept ploughing me, my body responded on its own and I held around his body with my legs and forcefully help him thrust his bodyweight deeper. I used my hands to caress and push him closer to me and the feeling was driving me insane. I kept coming, sweating and moaning so much that I felt like passing out with every thrust he made only to be awakened by another thrust in the process. My sex life with my husband Daniel had always been a good one, but ever since my children were born my vagina had stretched itself to a point that he sometimes was not able to make me come properly. However, with Malik the stretching that I had experienced from the past seemed to be insignificant. The mere fact that he was able to fill me and push his dick deeper than my husband ever had, gave me such insane pleasure that I came far more than my husband ever thought he had made me come. While Malik kept drilling me, I caught a glimpse of the picture of my family and me on the chimney, and the guilt returned as I began to think about the consequences of having sex with someone else. Just then I felt Malik's penis expand inside of me and his veins pumped and throbbed furiously. He was about to blow so I released the grip my legs had made around him, expecting him to pull out. Malik did not pull out but rather began to thrust even faster and more furiously. As much as I loved every thrust he made, something deeper inside me made me beg him to stop and not cum inside of me. He stopped but did not pull his penis out. He looked at me and said that he would not cum inside of me if I agreed to have sex with him whenever he asked for it. If not, he would cum inside me and I would have to take my chances with his sperm. I could not believe my ears, he wanted me to accept a life of debauchery or face the possibility of getting pregnant with his child. I was too weak to fight him off and I was not even really sure if I wanted to. What I was sure of was that he wanted me to make sure that I accepted the things I had been doing with him and stop lying to myself and making excuses. I felt his penis throbbing frantically and I saw Malik clenching his eyes shut and flexing his muscles as he was doing all he could to hold his cum in. I knew I did not have a lot of time and this was further confirmed when Malik told me to hurry up. With a feint response I told him that I would do it. He then began to move back and forth again instead of pulling his penis out. He told me to be precise as he kept on drilling me faster and harder making me come more and making it difficult for me to concentrate. My heart was beating fearfully fast now, I was afraid he would cum inside me and so I told him that I would have sex with him whenever he wanted to. Malik was not satisfied and so he said that I had to yell out that I wanted him. I could feel that Malik could not hold back any longer and so I yelled that I wanted him. Malik pushed himself away from me and pulled his dick out of me. I looked up at him and was relieved to see that his dick was aimed at my tits. Malik then moaned loudly and his penis began to shoot off a load of semen all over me. The first wave of semen hit my tits and stomach, the second wave then shot off and mostly hit the sofa. A series of smaller squirted of semen came out of him which hit the table, my legs, my hair and finally my left eye. He then went limp and his balls began to shrink, the smell of his semen was strong and raw and I almost fainted from the combination of exhaustion, pleasure, guilt and the smell of strong semen. After a couple of minutes had past, Malik rose up from the ground and walked towards the toilet on the first floor. As I lay there hearing him pee in the toilet, I began to wonder what I had done. I had made a deal to have sex with him whenever he felt like, it made me wonder what would happen next. Malik came out of the toilet and began to get dressed. I finally found some strength in me to sit upward on the sofa and I saw the mess his sperm had made. Malik walked over to me and said that he had to go. I did not respond, but nodded instead and hoped he would just leave, as I did not want him to look at me in the state I was. Just when he was about to exit the main door, he turned around and warned me that next time he would cum inside me so I should buy birth control pills as he didn't like to use condoms. He then walked out and was gone. I remained in my cum soaked living room for a couple of minutes before realising how much cleaning I would have to do. I looked at the picture on the chimney and wondered how I could have done such an obscene thing again. At the same time I felt aroused at the thought that I had just had sex with a man that was not my husband, right in our own house. My erotic thoughts were seemingly disrupted by the reeking smell Malik's cum made, and I realised that the sofa was covered in that smell. The strong scent of semen and sweat had drowned the living room and I knew I had to get rid of it before my family came home. I also knew I had to take a shower first to get the semen out of my hair, stomach and breasts. When I got up from the sofa, the semen that had hit my stomach and breasts began to drip on the carpet of the living room. The dripping didn't stop until I reached the shower, where I cleaned the hot sperm off me with warm water and soap to get the smell out. I remained in the shower trying to get the stench off while my thoughts began to focus. I knew now that there would be no going back and that the only thing I could do was to be careful and hope that my family would never find out what I have done. After finishing up in the shower and putting on some new clothes, I started to clean up the mess that had been made in the living room. I began by putting all of the clothes that I had worn into the washing machine, especially my underwear since they were soaked in my essence. I then went to the kitchen and took a bucket of warm water and cleaning product to wash the semen that had been dripping from me when I went up to the shower. Afterwards I cleaned the drops of semen and sweat that had hit the table and then the carpet. It was not until I reached the sofa that I realised there was a problem, even though I washed the sofa the stench of sweat and cum remained and would not go away. I realised I had spent too long cleaning up the mess and that the smell would not be removed before my sons came home. In fact before, I was able to get rid of the smell, my son Peter did come home. I quickly placed and lit up an aroma candle on the table hoping it would hide the stench for now. He came into the living room, greeted me and asked me how my day was. Acting as though nothing had happened, I smiled and told him that it had been Aroma like. To Be Continued. Thanks to drbob80 for his great work on editing this story. To which I have learned a lot from. The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 03 HARD PASSION: The Chronicles of Erica Bradson. Chapter 3. Accepted Depravity. There was no turning back now, nothing would be like before. These were the thoughts that kept haunting me every day since I agreed to be Malik's sex doll. I could not look at my husband anymore without wondering why I had sunk so far from my duty and my love for him, and the idea that I had done it with Malik in our house gave me a mixed feeling of guilt and lust which did not help me either, and yet I acted my part as if nothing happened. My sons and husband Daniel went on with their daily lives with no knowledge of what I had done at our home that day, and though the stench of the sofa was questioned by both my sons and husband the thought that I had lost a bottle of strong cleaning essence on it kept them from pondering any more on the matter. For two days everything seemed normal and I kept acting my part as the faithful wife. And each day after my sons and husband had left the house for their job and school I closed myself in my office trying to avoid the first floor because of the smell that had still not disappeared from the sofa in the living room. I could not walk in that room again as the guilt and pressure kept fuelling itself from my memories as I smelled the scent that Malik and I had made in that room. The smell kept reminding me of that day and the promise I had made to Malik, I tried to push those vivid memories away from me by concentrating on a new children book that I was making but things are never so easy as that. At 5 o'clock the telephone began to ring and I had no choice but to walk down to the first floor as I heard the sound coming from downstairs. The smell kept invading my nostrils as I went down the stairs to the first floor, and though the smell was faint my imagination made it feel like it was everywhere. Standing just a few meters away from the living room I saw the telephone ringing on the table beside the sofa, my hips began to shake at the constant reeking smell, making me remember what had happened in that room just a few days ago. I did not care who was on the phone, concentrating instead on the fact that I had to enter the room and face the memories that haunted me and accept reality. I walked towards the phone after I had decided to stop wavering and stood there for a second catching my breath to relieve myself from the fear and guilt. For two days I had not entered the living room. Since that day, I could not walk in there without falling victim to my own perverted mind. I tried to forget the smell, but the more I tried to forget that smell the stronger it seemed standing in the living room today. For a second I almost forgot the phone was ringing, but I pulled myself together and answered the phone without looking at the number. I recognized the voice immediately, it was Malik. He answered to my hello as if I were an old friend of his, laughing at the same time over the fact that it was good to hear me again. Fear engulfed me at the thought that he maybe was ready to come over again. I began stuttering and panicking, telling him that it was too soon and that my son Peter was about to return home from school any minute now. He did not complain, but instead told me to calm down as he had only wanted to call me to ask how I was doing. My fear dissipated and my heart beat calmed down. I was relieved and after a second of confusion and relief I asked him how he had gained my house number. He told me that my son Brian had given him the number. Malik then told me he would have called me on my cell phone had it not been turned off. I told him that my phone had been broken and not turned off and Malik laughed and asked me if it had anything to do with the beauty picture he had sent me on the phone awhile back. I was not even able to respond to that question before he asked me whether I was preparing myself for the weekend. Puzzled, I asked him what was going to happen on the weekend. He responded with disappointment over the fact that I had forgotten that he had told me that he would come inside me next time. Instead of rejecting him right away, my curiosity made me ask him why this weekend. He then told me that he had to leave and would not be back until the weekend and that I had to prepare myself for him with birth-control pills unless I wanted him to impregnate me. To this I stuttered no. He then told me he had to go and that he was looking forward to the weekend, and before I could protest back he had hung up. I was standing there in the living room wondering why I had not only tried to dissuade him from having sex with me in the weekend, but most of all to not cum within me. I stood in the living room in complete silence not even trying to find excuses or methods to reject Malik anymore, I knew that it was too late for that now. The thoughts that were once so strong at rejecting him and scolding me were turning into perverted memories of me and him in the living room and the strong scent that came from the sofa dragged me further into my perverted mind, reminding me of the intense pleasure Malik had given me that day in our house. I slowly fell down on the sofa with my legs parted and my nipples began to turn into hardened door knobs. My hand caressed them tenderly as I tried to remember the movement that Malik had used on my tits the last time. The strong scent from the sofa continued to infuse into my nose and drove me to pinch my nipples through my green sweater that my husband had given me for Christmas. Just the thought that I was doing such vile and despicable thing while remembering the fond memories with my husband made me wet and horny. I could not resist anymore, I had to grope myself! The intense feeling was overwhelming and I began to slip my hand into my pants and into my drowned underwear to caress my warm slippery opening. I did not hold back the thoughts anymore, and memories raged more furious then before. All of my memories with Malik were as vivid as if we were doing it right then. I caressed my hole even more furiously and slowly I began to penetrate myself with my index finger releasing such wildness within me that I turned around and pushed my face against the sofa's pillow, the scent from the sofa was now at its highest and I could almost taste it with my tongue while I kept penetrating myself faster. My finger was giving me so much pleasure that I had to bite my other index finger with my teeth. The strong scent, the memories, the guilt, the pleasure, the penetration and the obscenity of what I was doing against my husband made me orgasm so hard that I had to restrain myself from screaming so loud that I could have been heard outside the house. The pleasure came as a tidal wave with the intensity of destruction and then dissipated like a snowflake calmly melting away. I was breathing heavily with my index finger calmly exiting my vagina as if being pushed away from the tired state I had put myself into. I continued breathing heavily and as I did the thought that this was nothing compared to the experience Malik had given me manifested itself, I now knew what I had to do. I had to buy birth control pills. When I entered the pharmacy, I felt embarrassed that I was about to buy birth control pills so I could let a young man that was not my husband squirt his sperm inside of me. Although I kept telling myself this was wrong I continued to do the tests that were performed on me to see whether I could take the pills. After a couple of minutes I got the pills that my pharmacist recommended. She stated that I had to take them for at least 7 days before they would fully work and that I should not worry about side effects as this was a new type of birth control pill that had just been released. Just when I was about to place the pills in my handbag I caught a glimpse of the label on the package, it said Erinak and I realised that these pills had been created from the company that my husband worked for. The coincidence stunned me and I almost felt like crying over the fact that I was using the same product my husband had made to pay our bills so that I could have sex with another man. The guilt made me ponder on the situation I had mixed myself up in. I stood there staring at the label for a couple of seconds before I heard a woman's voice yelling my name. The surprise made me hide the pills into my handbag and I looked towards the sound of my name and saw a woman standing a couple of meters waving her hand at me. It took me awhile before I recognized who it was. Her name was Laura Harper and she was one of the mothers I encountered at one of the PTA meetings at the school where my sons go. She was a very nice person and always so full of enthusiasm that I almost envied her. She kept herself very well, always wearing something beautiful and bright. It was clear to me that she watched her diet as she was not as big as me and always seemed to have the energy to do far more things than a forty year old woman should do. Her eyes were grey mixed with blue and her hair was long with the colour dark brown. She looked very remarkable for a woman her age. She came closer to me and asked me how I was doing, and I responded by telling her that everything was fine. We kept chatting about our families for a couple of seconds before she asked me what I was doing at the pharmacy, I couldn't reveal the truth, so I told her that I was buying some coughing medicine for my son Peter. We kept chatting and decided to get a cup of coffee at the mall before going home. We then began to talk about our upcoming weekends, which made me a little nervous as I could not tell her what I was about to do. I told her that I had couple of plans without specifying what they were. She then asked me whether I was busy the next weekend and if I would accept an invitation with my husband to eat dinner at Laura's house the next weekend. Since I wanted to leave and go home I accepted the invitation, without realising that Malik maybe had plans for me that weekend as well. I walked home without knowing that I had set in motion a difficult situation for the future. My seemingly happy life as a perfect housewife continued, with me each day popping a birth control pill without my husband's knowledge so to prepare myself for the coming storm this weekend. I told my husband and sons that I was going to a book club conference to discuss my new children's book on the weekend without specifying when as I myself were unsure to when Malik wanted me to come over to his place. My sons did not even perceive what I had said, as merely the mention of the word 'book' sent them into a state of total ignorance and boredom. My husband on the other hand was happy for me, smiling and hugging me over the fact that I would have the chance to invest some more time in my book instead of staying at home. Little did he know that the conference was next month and that I was actually leaving for another reason, namely to betray him with another man again. The thought made me feel guilt and sadness, so much that I almost confessed to him right there and then, but instead I only kissed him and told him I loved him. Things went on as normal. I found out that my son Brian was going to sleep over again this weekend and my husband would return late from work as usual, while my son Peter would stay at home to work on his homework. The thought that I was leaving my son alone at home did not occur to me until the day Malik called me. My guilt and shame had overwhelmed all my other thoughts at the time. Saturday came and I could feel the storm arrive the moment I awoke that morning, I knew it was today, something in my body just sent this feeling through me that told me it was today. I prepared breakfast for my family and enjoyed the morning like always, even though this time it felt a little different. My day went on as normal, I said goodbye to my sons and my husband who went to work and to their friends while I went to the living room to write my book. The scent did not bother me anymore, mostly because it had disappeared, but also because I realised that the more I ran away the more guilt I would feel, so I decided to stay the course. Time went faster than normal and I felt vulnerable as each minute passed closing itself to the inevitable time of the day when I would feel Malik inside of me again. Just as the clock hit the third strike of 7, I was greeted with a surprise. My son Peter had returned home when I did not expect him, believing he was going to sleep over at his friend's house I asked him why he had come home. He looked at me and told me that he was just going to eat at his friend's house today and not sleep over. It was Brian, my other son, who was going to sleep out today. Peter then asked me if I had forgotten, or if he had not told me. I stared at him for a couple of seconds wondering how I could have made such a mistake and I realised that my guilt had distracted me and made me forget that he had told me that he was staying at home today. I swallowed and smiled and told him that I had forgotten. He then smiled and went upstairs to his room to play with his video games. I sat down on the sofa with my conscious angered and scolding myself for having forgotten that Peter was going to stay at home. I desperately began to hope that Malik would not call today. Unfortunately for me the moment I was about to go to the kitchen to get something refreshing to drink, my phone rang. I knew it was him even before I saw the number. I quickly answered the phone as I did not want Peter to come downstairs to answer it for me. Malik greeted me with a tone of happiness and asked me if I missed him. Before I was able to respond he asked me whether I had taken the pills. I told him yes and was about to tell him something else when he told me to put on my coat and get over to his house. He then hung up and I was not given time to protest. I was now very confused with erotic feelings and guilt. I wanted to touch myself, but I resisted from doing so because of my son was upstairs. I had no choice but to leave my son alone tonight, partly as I could not risk Malik getting mad at me, but mostly because I did not want to lose him. I went upstairs and knocked on my son's door. Peter opened the door and asked me what I wanted. I was not able to say anything so I asked him what he was doing, he stuttered for a second and told me he was just finishing his homework for Monday. Peter had always been the one who never did anything bad, he always did his duty and never made me feel worried. I caressed his forehead and his long hair and told him that I had to leave for the conference I had told them about. He nodded and said ok and told me to make sure I did not get outspoken by some lame professor. He was always so innocent and always made me so proud. I gave him a big hug and walked down the stairs to leave. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I had to; no I needed to do it! I parked a couple of blocks away from Malik's house, as I did not want anyone to recognize my car. I walked the rest of the way in the silent cold night. No rain or thunder like the first time I thought, this night was going to be different. I reached his porch and saw the light coming from inside his house. I remembered the first time I came here and how that day had changed my life, so I hesitate to ring the bell. For a second my mind wanted to leave and never come back, but it was too late and I had to go through with it. I rang the doorbell and took a deep breath waiting for Malik to appear at the door and soon he did. He stood in front of me smiling without saying a word. He nodded with his head to come in, and like a dog I obediently entered. He took my coat and hung it on the door knob. I began to look around his living room, trying to avoid him as long as I could. He turned towards me and asked if I wanted something to drink, but I told him no. He then disappeared into his kitchen for a second and I began to shake my head as my conscience began to scold me that I was about to have sex with someone that was not my husband again. Malik then came out from the kitchen with a soda can in his right hand, he then rushed towards me and grabbed my hand with his left and told me to follow him upstairs. I followed him upstairs without a struggle. His grasp was firm yet soft and I did not really want to resist anymore. We came up to a door and he told me that it would be more comfortable if we did it in his room this time. I realized that we still have not had sex in a bed, the fact had not struck me until today. Both the times we had sex we did it on a sofa, first in his home then at my house. Today we were going to have sex for the first time on a bed; it was a little funny that such a small detail had been overlooked. He opened the door to his room and entered to turn on the lights, his room reminded me of the room of my sons. There were posters on the walls of singers I had no idea who they were and women in light lingerie. I was reminded that Malik was in fact still a teenager and when I saw his room it made me feel very disappointed that I, a mother of three, was allowing this to happen. He sat down on the bed and told me to take my clothes off while he finished drinking his soda. I felt very vulnerable just then. He had always taken control during sex, but now he was asking me to make the first move by taking off my clothes while he watched. I complied and began took off my sweater, placing it on a chair in the room. I then slowly pulled my skirt down revealing my black underwear, which he commented on. Then, as I began to unlock my bra, he started to stroke his crotch and told me to do it slowly, I had no idea what he wanted me to do exactly but the vulnerability I felt in that moment began to harden my nipples a bit. I tossed the bra on to the chair and revealed my tits to him, I could now see Malik stroke and caress the bulge in his pants and he began to moan. He then raised himself up and began to take his clothes off faster than I had done, and within a minute he was standing naked in front of me. His wonderful body flashing those muscles at me and his penis dangling and pumping those huge veins, It made my hole drip and my nipples grow. He told me to get on my knees and without realizing why I went down on my knees as though I was hypnotised by his dangling penis. He then came so close to me that his penis almost touched my cheek. The smell it emitted hit my nostrils like a thundering wave. His penis was not fully erected yet and he told me to suck it until it was. I looked up at him a little startled over the fact that I had to suck him, mostly because of its size and length. I held it in my hands and felt it pumping and I gave it a kiss with my lips, the taste was special and incredibly strong and even though I had only kissed it once the taste filled my mouth immediately. I stopped after the first kiss as I felt the taste would be too much, but Malik insisted that I suck it and little by little I found the strength to except the taste. I began to kiss his shaft again this time without stopping. I then slowly but surely started to lick it. The taste that overwhelmed my tongue made my vagina flow and I could not stop but wonder if I would even be able to fit my mouth around it because of its girth. Malik moaned while I kept on going up and down under his shaft with my tongue drooling saliva all over his thick black pole. His penis continued to harden itself and soon it would be ready. My tongue kept tasting and licking the veins on his shaft and I could feel his veins throbbing with my tongue when I connected with them. Malik began to moan furiously and soon pre-cum began to exit from the tip of his cock head. The sensation was incredible, my tongue licking and drooling all over his big penis and the taste I had accepted into my mouth made me almost go berserk. At the point that I began to finger myself with my index finger. The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 03 His pre-cum was now starting to drip onto my face and I realised I had not yet tasted his head, I slowly began to move myself upwards towards his cock head with my tongue and I soon passed his foreskin and connected with the head. The taste was five times stronger and the smell was hugely more intense and I had to pull away for a moment because of the taste being so strong. Malik told me not to stop, and I began to lick his penis head tasting for the first time his pre-cum coming from the small hole in the tip. The taste was strong and manly and it filled my mouth almost immediately because of the amount issuing from his hole. He moaned more and told me to suck it now as he wanted to feel my entire mouth, I pulled away for a moment to swallow a mouthful of saliva mixed with his pre-cum so to have a clear mouth for him. I took a deep breath and began to press his penis head inside my mouth. I leaned forward to give it some counter balance and my lips began to hold around his head and slowly shove themselves passed it. His entire cock head was now inside my mouth and I could feel it spurting pre-cum, the tip was pressing itself against my palate and oozing pre-cum down on the sides because of the tight spot the penis head was in. The warm feeling it was emitting inside my mouth was electrifying and the pre-cum oozing down onto my tongue almost made me orgasm. I slowly began to suck although it was not easy and I was not really used to it with such a huge penis. I managed to breathe through my nose and sucked his penis head while I caressed it with my tongue. My tongue was toying with his head and piercing his penis hole while I strived to suck and push Malik's dick back and forth in my mouth. I began to drool heavily and a huge amount of saliva mixed with his pre-cum began to slide down his shaft and onto his balls. I could hear him moan and groan as he told me to continue like that, while I tried to head him faster to the point that I felt his tip reach my tonsil. In that moment I gasped and released his penis with my mouth as I was coming furiously from the intense sucking I had given him, the saliva infused pre-cum from my mouth was now hitting the floor as I was catching my breath. Malik then grabbed my head and pushed his penis into my mouth again before I was able to finish breathing. He then started to move my head back and forth making me gasp and gurgle as his penis head was touching my tonsils. I felt it completely stuffing me, even though I still had only the head in my mouth and as Malik kept heading me faster and harder I felt his penis head grow. Malik moaned louder and began banging my head so fast that all the saliva and pre-cum kept spurting out from my mouth before it even had a chance to remain inside of me after each thrust. I swallowed so much saliva and pre-cum to avoid choking that it felt like glue was beginning to run down my throat. I then realised that his penis head was getting even bigger and I saw him grunting frantically and sweating intensely, he was about to cum. I began to fear that he was going to cum inside my mouth and so I tried to stop him. He held my head so tightly that it was impossible for me to pull off his cock. Though I only had the head in my mouth, I knew the amount of cum Malik was able to release. I feared that I would choke and drown on it, but before I thought it was too late he released my head from his grip and I instantly disconnected from his penis head. Malik was now frantically stroking his dick with his hand and told me to get ready to take a face load, he pointed the penis at my face and I knew I had to prepare myself for a facial even though I did not want it I thought that if he came it would be over for today and I could go home to my son. I clenched my eyes tight as I did not want his sperm in my eyes and I awaited the stream of semen hitting my face. I heard him grunt and loudly moan and soon a huge warm smell-full splash hit my left cheek until it began to spurt itself upwards against my eye, and as a reflex I opened my mouth because of the sudden shock and a line of semen hit my tongue. Malik kept cumming all over my face and left eye and suddenly it dissipated and I felt it hit my head instead, after a couple of seconds had passed I felt the spurts stop. I opened my right eye slowly as it had been spared by his spurt and saw Malik breathing and stroking slowly his dick. I then realised that my tongue was hanging out with a small but straight line of Malik's semen on it. I tried to get rid of it, but was stopped by Malik who insisted that I swallow that line. I did not want to anger him, so I closed my mouth and tasted it, but the large difference in taste between his pre-cum and semen was too much and so I spat it out immediately. Malik laughed and told me I'd better get used to it as I would get plenty more of it in my mouth in the future. The taste was unbearable and I could not believe he wanted me to drink it. I tried to clean the spunk from my left eye with my hand, but it just kept penetrating my eyelid when I did so. I asked Malik to please hand me over something to clean my face with and soon I felt a soft fabric in my right hand. I cleaned myself with it and later found out it was my sweater, I did not complain but I now had a sweater full of cum to worry about when I went home. But, that was the least of my problems now, as I realised Malik's penis had not gone limp and he was ready for more. I tried to argue against him but he did not care and ordered me to get on all fours, and though I wanted to go home I willingly went down on my hands and knees on the floor. He then came closer to my behind and began to caress it with his hands, I could feel my body asking for more and I began to grope and pinch my tit. Malik noticed my moaning and my demeanour and laughed and asked me whether I had missed him all of these days, I tried to deny it but all I was able to get out of my mouth was more moaning as he began to place his hand on my vagina and caress it so that I would not be able to respond him normally. He then commented on how wet I was and that he was glad that I had missed him, I was not able to say anything as he kept on pinching my clitoris so good with his nail that I just began to breathe heavily and drool. My thoughts where completely shattered. My formerly scolding conscience was begging me to let him fuck me and my guilt was just fuelling my lust even more. This combined of Malik masturbating me, the taste of his penis still raging in my mouth, the smell of his semen and the thought that I was fucking a young strong beautiful black man that was not my husband gave me such a mind-blowing orgasm that I felt myself fall down into a deep lustful dream. After that orgasm, my body went limp and I could not possibly see any way for me to get back on my feet. However it was not long before I felt Malik's penis head make its way into my craving vagina and began to feel a stronger more brutal pleasure. Malik told me to brace myself as he was about to stretch my pussy a new one, with a deep powerful thrust he pushed his massive penis into me and my body went from complete exhaustion to an over-fuelled race car. I gasped and yelled with pleasure as I felt his entire member penetrate me once again and make me feel like I was still a virgin. Malik kept ramming his penis deeper and deeper on every thrust he was making and was not thinking about stopping. As we kept going on the floor I tried to raise myself with my arms trying to hold myself upright but to no avail. Malik took the opportunity to rise himself higher over me with his legs so that he could plough his dick deeper into me. I could feel the full blunt force of his penis penetrating past the points that he had already explored before within me, I saw under my legs his balls enlarging and dangling and hitting my stomach. All of this kept on going for hours and I had never in my life expected that I would be subjected to such a long and intense orgasm. Malik kept exclaiming that I was tightening my grip around him and that I was sucking him in. His comments made me come over and over again and I could not but feel my sensations go everywhere and overwhelm me even more as this young man ploughed me into a complete and utter lustful state. He kept groaning and grunting and his sweat kept dripping onto my back while he lent over me to grab my tits and caress them at the same time. He pinched my nipples and kept banging my love hole from behind. I could not but scream another time as the orgasm ripped through my body and sent me into total disarray. I was now asking and begging him to continue drilling me faster and grab my tits harder, I could not control myself anymore. Lust had completely overtaken me and I did not feel anything but his enormous dick inside stretching me and pressing itself passed any points a woman's body was capable of enduring. Malik then suddenly grabbed my left arm and turned me around so that I was facing him, the circular move my body did while his penis was still inside of me was magnificent. The feeling of his entire dick rotating around inside of me just for an instance made my vagina gush out a torrent of essence. He then grabbed both my legs and pushed them back towards me and began to move back and forth in a frantically fast manner. The pleasure was immense and I could not believe my eyes when I realized that he had pushed my legs right back against my tits. I had never been able to perform any gymnastic poses because of my bad back. Ever since my last child birth my back had begun to feel the strain of age and births and so my husband and I never really risked any sexual positions other than the missionary style, but today Malik had showed me that I was fully capable of performing other positions without feeling any pain, but instead giving me a sensational and intense orgasm. I could feel his dick squeeze itself passed my walls as he kept pounding me harder and faster. Malik then placed my legs onto his shoulders and pushed himself closer to me, making me gasp so hard from the sudden move that my mouth opened up and he in a reflective manner pierced his tongue into my mouth. I accepted him and I began to suck and mix my saliva with his, his dancing tongue always made me come and I was enchanted by the taste of his saliva and smell of his sweat. Within that moment I began to feel a tingling sensation within me that turned into a stronger more vibrating feeling after awhile. I broke away from his mouth and stared at his face for a moment. He was clenching his eyes and began to hit me faster and harder, he was about to cum. For a moment I had forgotten that I had promised him that he could cum inside of me and I almost told him to stop, but when he confirmed my suspicion that he was about to come by asking me if I was ready for his juice, I remembered. I told him that I was ready and did not really feel fear anymore as I had taken the pills to counteract his sperm but when I remembered the amount of semen he had released in the past a sudden fear for his brutal wave began to engulf me and the fact that I had to take it all inside of me. He bounced me so fast that my legs slipped off his shoulders and fell down on the floor, and Malik was quick to tell me to hold around him with my legs. I crossed my legs with the small force I had left within me and awaited the inevitable flood to invade me. I realised he was getting closer to the point of no return when I saw him clenching his eyes and grinding his teeth. I could also feel that the pulsing of his cock was getting faster and faster and the penis knob grew a tad bigger as I felt it pump. He kept pushing and pumping and told me that he was about to cum and within a second he told me to hold tight. A huge gushing feeling burst within me and I screamed with pleasure as his cum shot itself deep within me and filled my insides so much that his cum spurted out of my overfilled vagina, Malik grunted and yelled to me to take it all. My legs pressed his body against mine and I felt his penis head still shooting and filling me again and again, the feeling was unimaginable and I almost passed out. I could still feel Malik's penis squirt the rest of his cum inside of me, as I lost control of my legs and my body. Finally his cock began to soften and I felt it shrink and go limp. Malik was exhausted and he slumped over me and began to breathe heavily, I felt his dick slowly slipping from my vagina and finally making a popping sound before completely exiting. My vagina kept gushing a flow of Malik's cum after his penis had exited and I felt a complete feeling of satisfaction, and finally I dozed off. I did not know how long I had slept, but when I woke up Malik was still sleeping on top of me. I caught a glimpse of a digital clock on his bed table and I realised that the hour was passed 2 am, I was surprised by the fact that I had been so long. I had to get home unless I wanted to find an excuse as to where I was sleeping that night, I pushed Malik slowly away from me without trying to wake him. His body was heavy and I barely was able to push him away, luckily I was able to slip out from under him when I pushed him up. I then raised myself up from the floor and began to put my clothes on when I realised that I was covered in sperm. I went out of his room with my clothes in my arms and searched for a bathroom. I found one after a couple of minutes. I entered the bathroom on the first floor and I was very tempted to use the shower, but I had no time as I had to get home. I inspected myself in the mirror and realised that I had cum in my hair and on my left cheek. In addition, my lower parts were covered. I cleaned myself up with warm water from the tap and toilet paper as best as I could. Though I was able to get rid of most of the cum from my body, the cum in my hair did not come out that easily. I also reeked of the strong stench of male semen. I realised that I had to take a shower, but I decided to take my chances and take a shower when I arrived home. After putting my clothes on I realised another problem as I saw my sweater was stained with cum. I had cleaned myself with it after Malik had shot his first load on my face tonight. Still I had no choice but to take my chances and go home hoping that neither my husband nor my son Peter were awake to find me like this. I put my coat on and closed it tightly trying to hide my sweater the best I could and left the house. I arrived at home a half hour later and saw no lights in the house, I was in luck. I unlocked the door silently and entered the house as if I were a thief trying not to wake the owners. I instantly took of my coat and hung it on the door knob and rushed myself upstairs as quietly as I could. Just as I was about to reach the bathroom the door opened and out came Peter yawning and dressed in his pyjama. I went silent and hoped he would not see me, but he turned towards me and was startled for a second, he then told me that he had not heard me come in. Surprised myself over seeing him still awake. I asked him with a slightly angry tone why he was still awake, Peter looked at me innocently and told me he just had to go to the toilet and that he went to sleep at 11 just like always. I then told him to go to sleep and said goodnight as I did not want him to come any closer to me and see the state I was in. Peter walked towards his room but turned around halfway there and asked me what that smell was. I panicked as I realised he smelled the stench Malik's cum had left on my body. I reacted by telling him to immediately go to bed before he was able to comment any further. A little confused and saddened, Peter walked into his room. I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. I took off my clothes and stuffed them into the washing machine and then took a shower. I used three different soaps to get rid of the smell and cum from my body and hair. While the warm water kept falling on me I began to feel guilt again, because I had willingly fulfilled Malik's request and also that I had, for the first time in my life, yelled at my son for no apparent reason. I realised that Malik had changed me more than I thought and I had a feeling that things would change even further as time went by. Just then I remembered that we still had not had sex in a bed. What had this young black boy done to me? To be continued. Thanks to drbob80 for his great work on editing this story. The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 04 HARD PASSION: The Chronicles of Erica Bradson. Chapter 4. Agreed Ownership A wonderful tune of classic music sang in my ear, the strong bitter red wine put me in a relaxing mood, the tasty food on my plate kept me asking for more as I gently ate it, and my eyes praised the decorated white dinner table. It was nice being invited over for dinner at the Harper's estate. My husband laughing and conversing endlessly with John Harper about politics kept the mood entertaining, while Laura and I discussed the cuisine. It was relaxing. The clanging of plates and glasses and the bitter sweetness of food and wine made almost everything seem perfect. But deep inside of me I could not shake this feeling of betrayal. As much as I enjoyed myself I had a grudging feeling of emptiness, as if I longed for something or someone. I kept drinking the wine to quell this feeling, I kept talking with Laura to forget this feeling, I kept laughing with everyone just so I could shake this feeling off. I knew well what this feeling was, I knew what it meant. I just wanted to forget it, not even confront it. I wanted to believe that I did not know what it was, that it was all just a lie. "Is something the matter Erica?" Laura's question quickly made me produce a fake smile, "Oh no. Why do I look moody?" I said jokingly. A quick brief laugh between us changed the tune as I pretended that nothing was wrong. "Would you like some more fish?" Laura asked me smiling with her big puffy lips. "No thanks I am utterly full," at least my stomach was. After a couple of minutes she asked the same question to John and my husband Daniel, and got the same response. "Well in that case why don't we take our glasses of wine and move into the living room?" she suggested. We sat on a comfortable white couch, me and my husband on one and Laura and John on the other. Hours went by as we sat and chatted about the future while dosing ourselves with wine. My empty feeling had somewhat quelled down or at least it had not worsened, until John asked a simple yet personal question. "So Daniel? How long have you two been married?" My heart almost stopped when I heard the question, a sudden agonising feeling crept up my spine. "Twenty, no twenty-one years, honey I am a bit drunk what has it been now?" Daniel asked me. "Oh God," I blurted out unintentionally as I felt my pulse beating, "Well I am a bit drunk too," I said jokingly trying to buy some time as I could not remember. But though I felt as I had the answer on the tip of my tongue I just could not answer. "Twenty-three!" Daniel yelled, "Yes twenty-three. It has almost been twenty-three years now." Daniel remembered. I felt a huge relief walking away from me when he said those words, "I am so lucky to have her," Daniel kept saying half-drunk while he gently pecked my cheek. The chilling feeling suddenly passed from my spine to my heart, as I realized I had for one instance forgotten how long I'd been married. I wanted to blame the wine, but I knew it wasn't its fault. Pressure struck my chest as I realized what I was doing. It was not boredom or fear I had been feeling, but rather the simple understanding that the man whom I swore to love had no idea. That he had no idea what I had been doing behind his back. Watching him enjoying himself tonight while he professed his love to me, just made me feel guilt. His smile when he saw me was so sincere and happy, he truly felt lucky thinking that we were a perfect couple. But how would his smile be if he knew that I had forsaken him for a younger more attractive person. How would he react if he knew that all I was thinking about right now was Malik and not him, and that we were not perfect. The absolutely worst part though, was that I enjoyed it. I could feel my body trembling, my nipples hardening and my cleavage sweating. I felt disgusted with myself, so much that I had to go to the bathroom. "Excuse me Laura, but might I use your toilet?" I asked with a trembling voice while feeling the pulse levitating. "Yes of course, it's up the stairs and then the first door to the left." Laura replied. "Honey are you feeling ok?" Daniel asked while placing his hand on my shoulder. "Y-yes I just need to go to the toilet," I said reassuring him that everything was fine with me. I walked past the dining-room and up the stairs in the corridor, just trying to reach the bathroom quickly. I opened the bathroom-door and quickly slammed it behind me. I stood for a couple of seconds beside the door with the feeling of guilt bashing me in as I remembered the innocent smile my husband had given me. My pulse kept beating faster, and a feeling of passion overwhelmed me as I remembered my husband's face. I had to sit down, as the feeling began to gradually spread throughout my body. I leaned backwards and sat on the toilet-seat while my legs were trembling from the sensation. I could not stop thinking about it. Thinking about how I so much wanted Malik right now, thinking of how indecent I was for not remembering how long I had been married. No it was more then that, it was as if I did not care anymore about it. It was spreading like a disease within me, diving into the very depths of my mind and planting the most indecent of thoughts. I remembered the night I was with Malik at his house. The way he touched me, the way he made me feel, it exhilarated me. I could not stop thinking about him," Why could I not stop thinking about him?" My hand slowly began to move towards my cleavage as I had Malik's body burnt into my mind. I did not realize until my hand was caressing the cleavage what I was doing. I pulled my skirt up with my other hand as I seemingly began to move my hand between my legs, spreading them further apart. "How could I do this here and now?" I tried to fight my urge, but nothing seemed to quell it down. Slowly I pricked the outside of my wet underwear, feeling the warmth it emitted. Such an indecent act in my friend's house, I was doing something so cruel to my husband, I was forgetting him. "Oh god!" I exclaimed as I caressed my wet underwear, feeling the tip of my fingers touching my hole. The sudden storm of excitement made me clench my tit with my hand and I could feel my nipples hardening themselves as I kept masturbating. I was so horny that my hand entered my dress and pulled out my tit, exposing it. I kept pinching the nipple as I gradually fingered my vagina, feeling massive excitement drowning me. The tip of my fingers entering me and the thoughts of depravity I was committing made me come closer to the inevitable orgasm I was about to receive. Faster and faster I was fingering myself as I pinched and stroke my tit harder and harder. My mind drowned by the memory of that night where I was committing my most sinful of secret. "Ahh, please Malik, do me!" I was daydreaming about Malik doing me, vigorously imagining him being here with his huge cock. I could feel myself reaching the point of orgasm, I was close to exploding. More and more I wanted it, no other thoughts were now inside of me but Malik and the orgasm I craved. "Yes, almost there!" I emitted, the explosion was in its ten second phase now and I could feel the rush coming. An annoying knocking sound emitted from the door which surprised me. "Are you alright Erica?" the sound of a sweet gentle voice came from behind the door which made me realise that it was Laura. I immediately retracted my hand from between my legs and covered my exposed tit back into my dress, feeling my adrenaline pump up from the surprise, "I am almost done," I said buying some time so I could wash my hands and properly adjust my dress. "Oh ok, I was just wondering if you were alright. Please just take your time," Laura responded. " No wait I'm practically done here, just a second," I said, knowing that I could not waste anymore time. The feeling of passion I had gained slowly dissipated which annoyed me; in fact I was a little bit angry as well. I opened the door seeing Laura standing there with a curious smile, "Is everything alright? You were in the bathroom for some time." "Yes everything's fine, I think I just drank too much wine," I lied. We walked downstairs to our husbands who asked me the same question Laura just did, which I responded the same way. The rest of the night went fine beside the fact that I still felt horny and guilty at the same time, but somehow Laura began to look at me a differently. In fact she started to look at me more than before, almost as if I had become more interesting, "Did she hear me? Was I too loud?" I began to wonder if she knew what I was doing. "Would you like some more wine?" her smile had slightly changed to a somewhat more curious nature when she said that. "No thanks, I think I've had enough for today." ***** Sunday arrived the day after; as usual I woke up before my husband did, ready to prepare breakfast. Walking down towards the kitchen I bumped into Peter who looked at me with a sad face, "Hey good morning honey," I said, but Peter just walked past me as if I wasn't even there. Since the day I returned home after being with Malik, my son Peter has been a little reclusive with me. I knew why and I felt guilty for it, but I remained silent for now. I cooked up some pancakes and eggs for everyone, except for Peter who kept eating his favourite corn-flakes. We remained at the table as a family talking about what we were going to do today. "So Brian my boy, what are you going to do today?" Daniel asked. "Not much, I might go out and hook up some drugs," Brian said jokingly to his father. Daniel and Brian always had a good father-son relationship, even if I did not like the dark jokes my son kept saying I always envied their connection. With me Brian was more of a teenage cry baby, pushing me away whenever I tried to understand him. "No but really, what are your plans today?" Daniel asked again. "I don't know dad. Malik is sick so I'm not going over to him, and the rest of my friends are working, or I don't know what's happening with them. I might go to the city and hook up with some friends there if they're not working" "Malik was sick?" I thought. I almost asked Brian what had happened to him but I restrained myself as it would seem awkward if I asked how a friend of his is doing. "Malik?" I almost jumped when I heard Daniel say his name. "Yeah dad, he's a new friend of mine," Brian said. "Have I met him?" "I don't think so. Mom has," my pulse began to beat fast. "What kind of person is he?" Daniel asked me. "What dear?" I felt a weird sensation of fear crawling through me when he asked me that question, as if I was being choked by something. "I mean what do you think of him?" Daniel said. A subtle protest from Brian was exclaimed, "Come on dad, why you do you have to have an opinion on every friend of mine, without taking mine into consideration?" "Nothing kid I just want to know what kind of person he is," Daniel replied. "Then why don't you ask me dad? You always do this to me, you never trust my opinion of someone," Brian said angry. "Look son, I just want to know what your mom thinks of him since I've not met him yet," "This is about Lucas isn't it?" Brian said. "No it's not about Lucas." "It's always about him," Brian said cutting off his father before he was finished, "Ever since you found out that Lucas sold marihuana you've been avoiding my opinions dad. It's not my fault that a friend of mine sold that stuff without me knowing," Brian then stormed away from the table and out the front door before Daniel could say anything. "Dad you should have remembered that he is still kind of itchy about that subject," Peter reminded his father. Daniel looked at Peter, "You're thirteen son, you're not supposed to know about these things yet," he said smiling. I smiled and caressed Peter's front hair replying, "Aw, well you know Peter has always been a smart kid honey," I replied to Daniel. Peter shrugged my hand off and walked towards the stairs, "Where are you going sweetie," I asked wondering what the sudden rush was. "I have some homework I have to finish for tomorrow mom," he replied while walking up towards the stairs. "What' the matter with him?" Daniel asked me. "Probably nothing dear, just him being a teenager," I said as I did not want Daniel to ask Peter why he was angry at me. While washing the plates after breakfast I wondered about the question Daniel asked me, " What do you think of him?" What was I to answer, was I to answer that I thought he was handsome, or that he is young. Perhaps that he is great in bed, that he makes me feel great, that his penis is larger than yours. While thinking about those answers I began to feel my nipple throbbing again, the guilt started to engulf me but it had a different effect on me. I began to feel excitement again just like yesterday. I kept washing the same plate for some time without realizing it, as my imagination just kept flooding perversive thoughts of me and Malik. I looked over to the TV-room where the sofa he and I had sex on was, the stench of his cum that was once there had disappeared and I had no more than the memories of that day to remind me of that smell. I wanted him badly. I stopped washing the plate when I realized that Daniel was approaching me, "Honey I was wondering, since I have no work today and the kids have their plans. What would you say if we went to a restaurant together, just you and I alone," Daniel said suggestively, "No friends no kids just the two of us together for one night," He then kissed me on the neck while I kept washing the plates. "Ehrm that would be..." I paused, "Great, it would be nice," I finally said, "This might actually be a good idea," I said to myself. Some time alone with my husband might be just the thing I need to clear my head; maybe it was not too late to change back after all. Some time passed and I was reading a book to relax my head, I was strangely looking forward to the dinner with my husband. Something inside of me told me that I may yet forget what had happened between me and Malik, that I still had a chance. The quiet relaxing mood was then disturbed by the sound of the telephone ringing. Placing the book upside down on the table so to not lose the page I was on, I went to grab the phone, "Hello," I said after grabbing the ringing horn and placing it to my ear. "Hey Mrs Bradson, what's up?" the strong cheerful voice on the other side of the horn almost made me jump. "M-malik, what are you." Before I was able to finish he interrupted me. "Calling for? Well you know I just wanted to hear how you doing, and if you're busy today?" his voice returned me all of those perversive thoughts I had just a couple of hours ago. "I-I am fine thank you," I stuttered to him, "I heard you were sick," I did not want to answer his last question so I mentioned him being sick instead. "Nah not really, just needed the time off," something inside of me had a feeling of what was coming now, and yet I still asked. "O-oh, what did you need time off for?" "Well for you of course Mrs Bradson, I made time for you," my knees were trembling when I heard him say that, feeling that I might lose the chance I had to forget him. "T-that was thoughtful of you, but I have plans today," I said reassuring myself that I was busy, yet I felt it was not enough for him. "Really? What would that be, apart from staying over at my place today?" "I-I was going out with my husband tonight," "That is exactly correct, you were," he said firmly, "You were to go out with your husband today, but as it turns out you're busy with me tonight." "But I-I," "No buts Mrs Bradson, at least not yet. I want you today, and I am going to have you today, so come up with a good excuse to your husband. Oh and make sure to tell him you're sleeping over till tomorrow, cause I doubt you're coming back home tonight. Is that clear?" he told me. "Y-yes," I could not say no to him, deep inside of me I wanted to go. "Good, I'll see you at nine o'clock sharp," he then hung up. I remained by the phone in a state of silence, knowing that the slight chance that I could forget Malik was now hanging by a thread. If I went to Malik tonight that thread would be cut, I knew what I had to do, yet I wanted to do something else. I walked upstairs to my husband's office where he'd usually be, I knocked on the door knowing well that it all depended on this conversation. Would I betray my husband again, or reconcile. "Come in," Daniel answered my knocking, and I slowly walked towards him, he stood up and said, "Honey, I need to talk to you," "Yes ok but I need to say something," I said, I did not know yet whether I was going to tell him that I was looking forward to tonight, or if I was going to find an excuse. But before I had made up my mind Daniel said, "Listen, I am sorry but I have to finish some reports for tomorrow, so it looks like our dinner plans tonight might have to be put on hold," this surprised me, it was as if I had been given a chance and then had it taken away before using it. I gulped and said, "Of course honey, I understand," I felt some anger coming from within me as I had been taken away the possibility of patching up my marriage life, and yet something else inside of me was thrilled and happy for the outcome. "Thank you for not being mad, I promise I'll make it up for you. I am so happy to have such an understandable wife," he then kissed me on the cheek, but all I could think of when he kissed me was how strange this was. "Listen, since our plans are cancelled I might go and check out a book seminar tonight," I said to him, making sure that my excuse for tonight was there. "Ok, that is wonderful," he seemed more happy by the fact that I had something to do tonight. "Good, but I might be coming home late," I said to him. "That's ok, I have to go to sleep early today anyway, I have to wake up at five o'clock tomorrow morning," he said while he sat down in front of his computer again. I walked out of his office and down to the first floor while wondering if I even had been given that chance to reconcile at all, "Was it supposed to go this way all the time, was there even a chance?" I began to wonder if I was cursed, or lucky. Most of all I wondered if I could return home today, as I had no excuse for why I wouldn't. ***** The clock was nearing nine, I was still at home reading my book, though I knew I soon had to leave. I heard the small steps of a person coming down from the stairs, when I turned around I saw my son Peter standing there, "Hey, have you finally finished your homework?" I asked trying to get my mind off the coming night. "Yeah, I just finished it," he looked at me a little sad and then walked over to the kitchen. I could hear him opening the fringe. He then came back to the TV-room and looked at me and said, "mom?" "Yes sweetie," I had a feeling he might want to talk about that night I yelled at him. "Mom did I do something wrong?" he asked me. I knew that I had been completely unfair to him that day and that I should have not yelled at him, but I was so terrified he'd see the cum-stains on my shirt, "No honey you have done nothing wrong," I reassured him. "Then why did you," he sobbed a little, but before he was able to say the rest I said. "Mommy was just tired sweetie, I am so sorry I should have not yelled at you. Come here and give mommy a hug," he smiled and walked towards me squeezing me as I held him in my arms. I then heard the clock strike a quarter to nine realizing I had to leave. "Listen mommy has to go, now don't stay up too late ok," I said to him while I stood up from the sofa. The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 04 "Where are you going mom?" he asked me with curiosity. "I am going to a book seminar," I knew that usually whenever either one of my sons heard the word book coming out of my mouth they would just ignore me, but not today. "Another one," Peter said suspiciously. His response surprised me a bit, "Yes, it's for my book," "Which book?" he asked me. "What?" I said while putting my coat on being ready to leave. "I mean which one of your books, the Ladyflower or the new one you're writing?" I felt a bit of pressure when he kept asking me about the seminar. "Ehrm it's for the Ladyflower book, listen I need to go," I quickly gave him a kiss on the chin and walked towards the main door, "Don't stay up too long," I said to him before closing the door behind me. While driving to Malik's house I kept wondering why Peter suddenly wanted to know about my seminar, "Had he gotten suspicious of something?" Maybe it was nothing, but I felt fear of being exposed none the less. I arrived about five-minutes late; I walked over to his porch and rang the door-bell. A couple of seconds past until Malik finally opened the door, "Just on time Mrs Bradson," he said to me with a conniving smile, "Come right in," I entered his house, just like before nothing had changed except some empty cola-cans were lying on the floor, " Listen I can't stay all night, I have to return home before tomorrow morning," I told him. "Why?" he asked me while starring at me as if hungry. "I could not come up with any excuses to stay away for a day," I felt he might be upset by this but it was the truth and I knew that if I stayed away for a day, my husband might get suspicious, "If you had given me some time then maybe I could have told my husband I was travelling, but you were just so sudden." He walked over to me still smiling and began to caress my hair and body with his hands, "Yeah maybe you're right, but isn't fun when it's all spontaneous," said he while he began to kiss my neck. I found it difficult to concentrate when he touched and kissed me this way, but I was still able to protest a bit more, "I-I understand, but," it was almost impossible for me to speak clearly when he kept feeling my sensitive parts, "I need to go home today, please just don't make me stay all night," I implored him. "Alright, you can go home whenever you want," I was surprised at his sudden response, but I knew that there might be a catch to what he said, "In fact you can go home right now if you want," "W-what?" I said confused. "I never made you do something you didn't want Mrs Bradson, you can stay if you want or you can go," he grabbed my behind and kept kissing my chin, neck and mouth as if he wanted to draw out a specific response from me. "But I," his kissing interrupted me from talking; I kept feeling immense pleasure as he purposely kissed me into submission. "So what do you want to do right now Mrs Bradson, do you want to stay?" His persuasive method made me fall for him, I had no intention to lie to him so I said, "Yes." He kissed me on the mouth and I connected my tongue to his, he kept caressing my behind with his hands which made me hold around him out of desire. His tongue was as wild as the last time, dancing inside of my mouth and tonguing me. My hand slowly began to move to his crotch, this time without him guiding it. I kept stroking the large bulge in his pants vigorously as I had missed its feeling in my hand. He stopped kissing my mouth and began to tongue my neck, I felt such a passion envelop in me that my legs reflectively began to clench together. I began to stroke his bulge faster with my hand, while I used the other one to try to unbutton his pants. He stopped me halfway through unbuttoning him and took my hand and guided me upstairs to his room. When we came into his room he stopped by the bed and unbuttoned his pants, he then took his shirt off and stood naked in front of me with his penis-head pointing towards the ground. His hands then carefully dragged my shirt off and pulled my skirt down, until I stood in front of him with just my underwear, bra and a pair of socks. We hugged and caressed, while I stroked his penis he slipped his hand into my underwear and began to finger my pussy. We stood in front of each other kissing and masturbating for some time. I could feel the tip of his finger pushing in and out of my hole while he felt my hand pulling his member up and down. Occasionally I'd pierce his penis hole with my thumb which sent him moaning for more, he'd then unintentionally push his finger deeper inside of me. I could feel the warm oozing pre-cum sprouting out of his pee-hole and hitting my thumb when I pierced it. His hand was drowning in my essence while his finger pushed deeper inside my soaked vagina, as we both moaned more and more. I then felt his finger leave my craving hole and saw him sit down on the bed, stopping me from masturbating him. His fat penis was still not completely erect as it lay over his thigh, he began stroking it with his hand and looked at me, "I want you to suck it dry," he said. I replied by kneeling beside the bed and grab his penis with my hand, even if it was not completely erect I still could not hold around it with one hand. I opened my mouth with my tongue out ready to lick and kiss it, when he stopped me, "Wait," he said, "Peel it all back first," I pulled his foreskin all the way back to his crotch until his penis-head emitted a strong odour, which exhilarated me. Malik kept moaning while I did so, until I finally had his foreskin all back. I then opened my mouth again and licked his shaft, tasting his strong pre-cum which had drooled downwards. "Oh fuck yeah!" he exclaimed as he tilted his head back. I kept licking the underside of his shaft all the way to the base of his penis-head and down to his balls. My vagina kept oozing and my nipples hardened as I went down on his dick, I slipped two fingers into my underwear and began to penetrate myself at the constant excitement. He moaned and more pre-cum kept coming from his penis-head as I licked him, I then went all the way to the top with my tongue and felt the huge different in taste immediately. It surprised me so much that I had to stop licking, "Don't stop now!" he yelled. I almost instantly reconnected with his shaft, but he was determined that I move towards the tip of his penis. I slowly made my way up, getting used to the taste. My tongue then reached his pee-slit, which had an even stronger and bitter taste then the rest of his penis. I could feel my tongue burn with the desire when I reached the top, and soon I began to engorge his penis-head into my mouth. "Ahh fuck!" Malik moaned as I vigorously sucked on his over-large top as it emitted pre-cum into my mouth. I kept masturbating myself faster, as I attentively used my other hand to keep his foreskin back. The sensation was amazing, his penis throbbed inside of my mouth, and I could feel a strong orgasm making its way. My two fingers were now furiously masturbating me, and I felt that his penis was getting near to igniting. As a last act of indecency, before exploding, my excitement made me try to engorge his penis further down my mouth. I opened my mouth wider as I slowly began to push myself down, trying to get past his penis-head. "Damn yeah take it further down, I am almost there," he exclaimed to me. My lust was now controlling me and all I could think of was to get as much of this penis into my mouth. I came to a stalemate where I was not able to get his penis further down because of his girth being larger then my mouth opening. I was fixated on getting more of his penis into me, the simple thought just made me masturbate more. So I simply retracted backwards a bit with my head, hearing Malik making a relieving sound as I kept going back. I then took a deep breath with my nose, smelling the strong scent of pre-cum which enticed me. And tilted my head forward, trying to get past that stalemate. "Ahh shit!" my sudden head move surprised Malik and almost made him shoot his load, but he held back, "Holy fuck Mrs Bradson! I-I can't hold for much l-longer." As Malik kept clenching his eyes trying to keep his sperm from busting out, I passed the stalemate and slowly began to move further down. I kept gurgling and spewing pre-cum from my mouth as I got his penis further inside me, but after it passed my tonsils I began to gag. The sudden reflex of gagging made me draw back fast and I felt his penis girth hitting all of my sensitive mouth sides as it was being puked out of my mouth. "Ohh here it comes," Malik could not hold any longer, the feeling of his dick exiting my mouth so fast made him slip his grasp and he instantly shot a load. I could feel his cum hitting the roof of my mouth just before exiting me. I quickly spat it out as it was just too strong a taste for me, but the sheer excitement of it all made me orgasm as I clenched my pussy tilting my head back and gasping for air. The feeling was mutual, Malik began to stroke his dick with his hand shooting cum all over his stomach and chest with some of it hitting my bra. After the orgasm disappeared on both of us, we lay silently still and just breathed for a minute. Malik then stood up from the bed and walked behind me. I was still kneeled down with my head and right arm laying on the bed, while my right hand was still inside of my underwear. I was already exhausted, but Malik had no intention of stopping here. "That was fucking sick Mrs Bradson! I never thought you'd actually try to deep throat me," I had no idea what he was talking about, but whatever he said I was just trying to do made me come so I wasn't going to complain. ,"Damn that was almost half my dick you took down, some training and you might actually take it all," When I heard I almost had half of his dick in my mouth a sensation of pride and lust passed through me. Standing behind me, Malik lifted me up from the hips and laid me on the cum-filled warm bed. I was still exhausted, but it did not stop him from pulling my bra away and taking my underwear off. He then turned me towards him, so that I lay on my back in the bed. He then held one of my legs in each hand and spread them open, so that my pussy was fully exposed to him. "Ready for your turn Mrs Bradson?" he said while he came closer to my vagina. I could feel his breath hitting it, it turned me on and I just couldn't wait for him to lick me up. His face plunged deeply into my pussy, making me yelp in excitement as he struck me with his anaconda tongue. His face was buried between my legs and I could feel his tongue licking my clitoris and his mouth sucking my walls. I moaned loudly and kept asking for more, I even began to stroke his head while he ate me. Some guilt was coming to me, but it only served to excite me even more. I tried to block off this guilty feeling as I did not really like what it was making me into. He furiously licked me making me come many times in smaller lengths, fingering me and spreading my vagina. It always surprised me how he was able to so easily know the exact spots to hit, I felt ashamed that I had missed these feelings until now. More so I felt ashamed that the person who was able to give me these feelings was the same age as my son, my guilt was starting to build up again. I tried to hold my guilt at bay, but the way he kept licking and fingering me made it difficult for me to concentrate. In my mind I caught the glimpse of my husband's smile, that innocent lucky smile he had given me just yesterday. The shameful act I was committing now made me think of what he had told me yesterday, "I am so lucky to have you," strangely enough the thought of cheating on my husband excited me. I felt a huge one arriving when I thought about how indecent I am, I thought of how I hadn't really forgotten my marriage but rather forsaken it for something younger and more vigorous. How I could still believe that a chance existed with my husband, how I had had sex with Malik at our house. All of these thoughts helped me fuel the big orgasm that was coming. I grabbed Malik's head and yelled, "Yesss!" feeling the orgasm rip through me carefully as if I was a plant being pulled from the earth, it was amazing. Malik then stopped licking me and said, "Ready for the main course?" I had no intention to stop now, I wanted the full course so I nodded. He began to stroke his penis readying it to enter me full erect, but it was still in its half stage. I did not really want to suck it off again as I felt my throat being sore. But Malik had a better plan on how to make it go full erect. "I am going to need your help to get it started back again," he stood up on the bed and walked over me so that I was between his legs. He then walked up towards my stomach and sat down on it, having his dick placed between my big tits. He then ordered me to, "Squeeze those big knockers of yours for me," I complied, I knew exactly what to do as my husband had made me do the same thing to him, only with him I was kneeling and not laying on a bed with him on top. It was a bit different for me, having a man sitting on top of my stomach with his dick between my tits. It excited me more than what my husband made me do to him. I carefully squeezed my tits together feeling his big warm member between them, "Yeah just like that, move them for me," Malik started to moan as I moved and squeezed my tits for him. I could feel it grow and move as it stayed on my chest, it even began to come closer to my face. I was so full of lust that I easily began to kiss and lick the tip, tasting more of his pre-cum. Malik himself began to move up and down to help it grow and harden faster. It strangely felt good doing this, usually when I did it with my husband I'd feel my tits getting sore, but with Malik it was different. He could see that I liked it, so he leant backwards and grabbed my vagina, fingering me as I kept kissing his top. I began to moan with Malik, feeling his dick pulsing as I stroked it with my tits. He almost forgot that it was just going to help him getting fully erect, so that when he remembered, his dick had already overgrown its status, "Shit now I have to put it in you before I burst again." He stood up while his penis-top and my tongue were still connected; it produced a thin long line of saliva and pre-cum between my mouth and his penis-head when he stood. He then kneeled down between my legs and placed his penis on top of my vagina, getting ready to penetrate me once more. "You ready Mrs Bradson?" he asked me, knowing full well that I was. "Please put it in," I said being completely drowsed by lust. He then seemingly began to penetrate me, first slowly to get the head in then sudden and fast to get the rest in. I screamed so loud and so suddenly that not a single sound came from me, my eyes just rolled back and my mouth remained opened as I heard Malik's comments. "Nggh, damn it! You're still as tight as ever! I am going to fuck your mind off," even Malik was starting to lose himself to lust as he penetrated me. He began to move back and forth making sure that I felt his tip hitting me deep, I instantly grabbed around him with my legs making sure he'd shove it. The sound of my pussy making those sick squishy noises as his dick balled me was music to his ears, which he kept commenting about, "Can you hear how horny your pussy is Mrs Bradson! Can you?" I just held around him as I was completely gone and could not answer, just feeling his huge cock making its way in and out of my vagina as a drilling machine kept me in an induced lustful coma. He kept prodding and hitting me with his cock, holding sometimes one of my leg or both as he tried to push his thing further in. His balls kept spanking my ass cheeks when he balled me, it made me come over and over. His penetration gave me large and long orgasm, making me practically praise him by the time I came a fourteenth time. His dick was throbbing insanely and I could feel that he was about to come inside me, "Get ready I'll shot one deep in your womb Mrs Bradson!" the way he talked to me just made me more excited and I could not wait for his flood to fill me. "Here it comes!! NGHH!!" He unloaded his entire apple huge balls in me, overflowing my hole quickly. I felt his tip shooting not once nor twice but four times, feeling the squirting cum line hitting the end of my insides. His cum was making its mark inside of me, filling me up to the brink. After emptying his last drop he slumbered over me. Luckily for me I still had some energy left, I was able to catch a glimpse of the watch by his bed table and noticed that it was two in the morning. If I left now I'd be able to come home in time, but then I felt Malik move again. "I am not finished yet, I am going to cum again," I was shocked that he still had some energy left, I began to protest a little as I feared I could not hold another orgasm. "Malik please I have to go home, you told me I could go home," "Yeah I sure did, but judging by how your nipples are hardening again and your pussy clenching my dick. I don't really think you want to leave yet!" he had already begun to move back and forth and I could feel his dick splashing his cum out of my vagina as he slammed it into me. "W-wait no, I-I d-don't want a-anymore, nggh!" I could not fight him, his dick was already growing again and he was now holding my legs further apart, as well as taking my socks off. "You are not going anywhere, you know you don't want to go!" he kept invading me with his cock again and again, and I felt a great fear that I might not be able to hold out another round. I tried to hold back my orgasms as long as I could, but it just became harder to do. Malik knew that I was trying to hold back, so he up the dosage by doing me faster and caress my tits as he did me. He then began to kiss and lick my foot trying to break me into submission. "Why are you holding back?" I did not answer him, as I was only trying to make it through, "You think your husband can do this to you?" "No please don't talk about my husband!" I begged him. "Why not?" he began to kiss my foot again, "What do you think your husband would say if he knew?" "No please, please don't do this," fear was now taking me as I began to slip. "Come on tell me, do you think he'd be sad?" he kept saying. "I-I please, I," I was losing it. "The answer is simple you don't care anymore!" Malik was now making my guilt grow. "That's not t-true," "Yes it is! Nggh, its fucking true, you don't care about him anymore!!" he was now starting to own my body. "P-Please, I... M-more." "Do you know why! Do you know why you don't care anymore!?!" he was now furiously banging me. "I-I no, I-I don't know." "Because, nggh, because you're mine!!" "I am-I am." "Say it!! Say you are mine!!!" "I am- I am..." "Say you're mine! Say you don't care about that husband of yours!!" "I-I am yours!! NGHAAHH!!" a huge orgasm pierced my mind and filled it with dirty thoughts. "And your h-husband, I am about to cum!!" "I-I don't care about HIM!!" "Then prove it!" Malik pulled out from me and aimed his pulsing penis directly at my face, "Open your mouth!" I was too weak to say no and too horny to not wanting it. I opened my mouth and within seconds a huge loud of sperm shot directly into my mouth hitting the back of my throat. He then began to furiously moan and masturbate, making his penis shoot all over my face and tits. Before he collapsed from exhaustion, he ordered me to, "Drink it, drink my sperm." With a mouthful of fresh semen moving slowly down my throat blocking my air way and Malik not being satisfied, I simply closed my mouth and swallowed it. It took me two gulps to swallow all of it, and the taste was the most bitter and disgusting thing I had ever tasted, but I loved it none the less. The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 04 ***** Two hours had passed since I swallowed his load, and I could still feel the itchy semen in my throat. Malik was deep asleep, and I realised that it was already four o'clock in the morning. I sprung up quietly so to not wake him up, though I believed it would be impossible any way as he seemed completely deprived of energy. This time the stench of his cum was even stronger, as his load had directly hit my face. I ran to the bathroom and began to wash my hand and face with soap, I gurgled some water to get the semen that had remained in my mouth. Unfortunately there was really nothing I could for the stench that was emitting from my face and mouth, unless I showered and brushed my teeth. But I only had less than an hour to get home and I doubt Malik would allow me to use his tooth brush. I got as much cum I could off my hair and began to put my clothes on. I then left Malik and began driving home, fearing that I might not make it in time for Daniel to wake. I arrived home at about four forty-five, I ran up towards the bathroom making sure not to wake anybody. I quickly showered, brushed my teeth and changed my clothes. There was just five minutes left when I finally laid down in my bed beside my husband, lucky for me this day was over. Unfortunately I knew well that my chance to reconcile with my husband was over, the thin thread had been cut and the chance had drowned, in a bucket of sperm. To be continued... The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 05 Hard Passion: The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Chapter 5 The False Smile Morning came faster than before. My eyes soared at the sight of the sun peeking through the window in our room, and my body felt weak and used up. It did not help that my alarm clock kept ringing that god awful sound, like a nagging two year old wanting something. I kept missing the off button with my hand, but after a couple of retries I finally hit it. Suddenly I felt this warm feeling of comfort inside of me, as I tugged myself closer to my sheets, like a burden was gone. It felt good, it felt even better when I pressed my soft pillow to my cheeks and just wandered back to my dream. I woke only after I felt I had slept enough. The sun was invading my room, and birds were flying passed my window as I tried to open my eyes to that bright light. A small smile carved itself into my face as I kept starring at my window emitting that beautiful bright morning sunlight. There was something about it, like a new beginning was coming, and for a second there was no sadness in my heart. I stretched my arm out while yawning, but as I stretched I realized that something was missing. Only when I looked toward where my husband was supposed to be did I realise he was missing. Where did he go? I asked myself. Fear crawled up towards my spine, as I began wondering if the worst had happened, whether he had found out about my affair. Only when I looked at my alarm clock did I realise that I had overslept and that he probably just had to leave to work. Yet somehow I did not feel relief. What would happen if he found out one day? What would happen with us? He would surely leave me I know that, no one would forgive me for what I had done to him. And what would happen to the kids? They'd be heartbroken, especially Peter he is too young to understand it all. And-and what would happen between me and Malik? I shook my head from these thoughts since I was starting to go into a territory I did not want to think about. I went toward the bathroom to rinse myself from my sleep and these awful thoughts of mine. The hot water of the shower hit my body as hard as small rocks falling from the sky, somehow I felt embarrassed, and the more I felt this way the harder the water became. I was thinking of yesterday, the things I did and the things I said made me tense up. Although I felt ashamed for what I had done again I felt more ashamed of the thing I had said while we were making love. Did I really say it? Did he really make me say it? I wanted to think that Malik had made me say those things and that I did not mean it, but deep down I knew that I really did mean it. Somehow I just did not want to accept any of it, I tensed up even more, and almost began to cry but stopped before I even started and stepped out of the shower wet and dripping. I took a towel and dried myself up, but as I turned around to clean my back I noticed my underwear was on the floor. I realised then that the stress of not getting caught yesterday combined with the little time I had to shower and getting rid of my cum soaked clothes into the washing machine had made me forget that my underwear was still on the floor. I almost shrieked when I realised the mistake I had done, anyone who had been in the bathroom could have noticed it. I instantly leaped at it like it was my biggest secret and realised it was reeking of a combined smell of Malik's semen and my own passion fluid. I could not open the washing machine and put it inside with my other clothes since it was still washing them, so I just stood there like a thief holding something stolen. I looked around hoping I could hide it away, somewhere, until the washing machine had finished its wash, but the more I looked around the more I realised there was nowhere for me to hide it. So I started to tense up again, pressing the underwear tighter to my chest as if I was holding my own life in my hands. Then I noticed the bin full of dirty clothes. I pulled all the clothes out of the washing bin until there was nothing there, placed my own underwear at the very bottom of the bin and then filled it up again with the dirty clothes. This way I was sure it would be hidden from eyes for now. I slowly went back to dry myself while I was still eyeing the washing bin. I then began to wonder what would happen had my husband seen it, what would he think if he found my underwear with another man's semen on it? It just made me feel worse than before, those thoughts I did not want to think of just suddenly came back. It was like my underwear proved to me that it was all real that there was just no excuse anymore. I again tried to suppress my thoughts away and began putting on some clothes, ready to be the wife and mom I was supposed to be. I caught one last glimpse toward the bin. It was then that I realised that everything that happens from here on out would define what kind of a woman I truly am, I closed the door wondering about my future. **** My sons had already gone to school, and my husband's cell phone kept going to voice mail the way it always did whenever he was too busy. I myself just stayed at home with my thoughts wondering about my future. I was seated in the same room where everything had started, the living room, where Malik and I had made love for the first time. A nice scent of flowers roamed the living room, ever since that day I had tried to hide my shame by cleaning the room still it did not hide everything. It could not hide my memories of that day nor could it hide the passion Malik and I had felt that day. It was almost bewildering, somehow it all just made me feel happy and ashamed at the same time. My heart started to beat faster as I kept remembering, but it was stronger than just remembering, it was like I wanted to relive it. I started to bite my lip the more I remembered and my hands started to gently move down toward my waist, but I wanted to stop I did not want this now. I tried to stop myself by biting my nails, but then a strong scent that I remembered from somewhere fused into my nostrils. Soon after, a strong manly taste pierced my tongue, and suddenly I realised that I had forgotten to wash my hands after I had hid my underwear, the scent and taste of Malik's sperm and my own fluid had left its mark on my hand. I detached my hand from my mouth, but the taste already started to invade me. It was piercing through my body like a snake looking for its prey, its prey being nothing less than my own shame. I began to sink down into the sofa spreading my legs apart just waiting for someone to touch me, to touch me where Malik had been, the way he had and in the way he still kept doing me in my mind. I slid my hand into my pants, passed the buttons and between my legs. The warmth I was emitting from my vagina was thought provoking, giving me live images in my head of me and Malik together at his place doing all sorts of things, things we haven't even done. It made me feel insane, almost as if I wanted to just be ravaged again and again. The more I started to think like this the more my hand caressed my warmth, while my other hand began pitching my hard tit knob. I squeezed it harder and harder, and the more I kept squeezing the more I became wet. I was so intensely masturbating a button from my pants popped off. I wasn't even caressing anymore, I was just penetrating my fingers through my underwear and into my hole, moaning at the intense pleasure and saying Malik's name over and over again. All of this was almost stopped by the sudden ringing of my cell phone, but it did not matter to me for I was in a lustful state. It kept ringing and vibrating in my pocket. It was then that I decided to pull it out and toss it away and leave me to my pleasure, but as I held it in my hand I did something I never thought I would have done. I slipped it into my pants and on top of my wet underwear, and then began to carefully circle my phone around in my pants feeling the vibration from the call hitting my sensitive spots. It almost sent me to heaven, and I wished that the caller kept on ringing forever. I did not care who it was, it could have been a seller for all I care. It did not change the fact that the vibration from my cell phone sent me into that realm of lust again, and soon I came like a blowing star. The orgasm spread through my body like a virus, and engulfed me into a long ten second high pitched orgasm. I moaned and bit my teeth together bashing my head back against the softness of the sofa as I let myself get drowned in my own desires. It felt like forever, yet it was merely ten seconds, I felt as exhausted as if I had been having sex with Malik. Slowly enough the river that was blowing inside of me dissipated away like it always did, and with a big gasp I was finished. Just a couple of seconds later did I realise that the phone was still ringing. Between my legs it kept on vibrating tickling me. Until I finally dragged it out from my wet place. The phone was wet and reeked of me, I did not even care until I had pressed the accept call button and placed it to my ear, that was when I smelled my essence. I answered with a vibrating tired voice, "Hello?" "Hey mom it's Peter." "P-peter, is everything a-alright?" I asked suddenly all tensed up again. "Yes mom I just wanted to call and ask if I could sleep over at my friend's house today?" his voice almost made me cry, as the realisation started to spread through me of what I had been doing. "Of course, you can do whatever you like," my guilt spread through me like a hungry cancer, all was feeling so lost now, it was like I had been cheating on my own son. I felt so ashamed. "Thanks mom, love you," he hung up before I was even able to say it back to him, so I just sat there with my one hand still between my legs crying inside of me wondering what I had done to myself. **** Some time passed and I was ready to prepare dinner when another phone call rang. "Hello?" I said. "Mom don't wait up for me I'll be back tomorrow, bye." 'Brian wait!" before he was able to hear me he had hung up. Brian had recently started to stay out more and kept giving me less and less information on what he was doing. I felt a bit concerned for him, but he had always come home in one piece, neither drunk nor messed up, yet I still felt some concern since he kept things so secret. I sighed and prepared one plate instead of two, since I knew that my husband was coming home late. Then my cell phone began to ring again. "Hello?" said I while I cleaned a plate in the sink. "Hey Mrs Bradson, did you sleep well?" I recognized the voice immediately, it was Malik. "M-Malik, why are you calling?" I asked as a strange feeling crept up my spine. "I wanted you to know that I need you tonight, just like we agreed," the feeling was now spreading through my body, I did not know whether it was fear or lust but it made my heart beat faster. "T-tonight? But we just did it yesterday, why tonight?" my voice was trembling, he had this way of making me feel powerless and submissive. "Cause I want to do something new today, so come over to my house let's say seven?" I did not know what to say, I knew that I'd see him again but not so early. "My husband is coming home soon, I-I can't just leave now," I wanted him but I could not just leave, my husband would start to suspect. "Fuck your husband!" the words surprised me a bit, "He means nothing to you anyway, you said it yourself!" I did not want to remember what I had said but somehow I could not forget it either, "Now get your ass over here!" Malik was being so persisted that I could not say no, yet I did not want my husband to suspect either, so I said the only thing I could. "If-if I come over at seven then I won't have time to come back, b-but if you come here we may have time," my heart was beating harder and faster now, the simple fact that I was willingly inviting him over to have sex made everything feel so strange and so wrong at the same time. "That's a good girl hehe, I'll be there in a sec, hope you're alone cause I don't give a fuck if one of your kids is there. I'll fuck you right in front of them if I have to!" I almost could not feel my legs when he said that. "P-Please d-don't say such things," the only response I could give him was a whimpering one that sounded like a dog begging his master not to hurt him. "Yeah whatever, I'll be there soon," he then hung up and somehow I wanted to faint afterwards. My legs kept trembling and my heart kept pounding, Why did I let him say such a thing, I thought. A real mother would have yelled at him for saying such a despicable thing, but I somehow could not. It felt so surreal, the way I just kept accepting his taunts was just terrible. I knew I could never be a good wife anymore, but I wanted to think that I was still a good mother. **** I was in the bathroom preparing another wash to get my mind off of things when the door bell rang. My heart pounded and for the first time ever I hoped it was not my husband. I walked out of the bathroom and down to the first floor. I began fearing that it may not be Malik. I stood in front of the main door, trembling. I reached out to the doorknob slowly and opened the door, hoping it was Malik. Unfortunately for me when I opened my eyes to the opened door my son Peter stood by the entrance. "Peter!" I gasped, like a train had run over me, "W-what are you doing here?" "Hey Mom, sorry I forgot my keys at home and I just wanted to get my toothbrush and pyjama, since I am sleeping over at Harry's," he went passed me and up the stairs, and suddenly my heart began to beat even faster, for what would he say if he saw Malik come over before he had left. I followed him upstairs. I wanted to speed my son's departure so I helped him collect what he needed. "I'll get you your toothbrush sweetie," I said to him. "Thanks mom," he said, which made me feel guilty. I jogged over to the bathroom and began to frantically look for his toothbrush Where the fuck is his toothbrush! I said to myself as I kept on looking, until I had to ask him. "H-Honey which one is yours!" I shouted across the room loud enough for him to hear me. "The dinosaur one mom!" he shouted back. I scanned the cups containing the toothbrushes, until my eye caught what looked like a pink toothbrush with a tyrannosaur's head at the end of it. I took it and jogged over to my son's room, he was still packing his bag up, which made me a bit frustrated. "Ready?" said I while I handed him over his toothbrush. "Yeah, but I can't find my handheld console," it was then that I started to insist that he leave, for now the time was coming awfully close to Malik's arrival. "Well you won't be needing it since you're going to have fun with your friend right?" said I as I basically started to push my son out of his room and down to the first floor. "Yeah I guess you're right," I followed him to the main door as if making sure that he was going straight out, when we came to the door he turned around and somehow I felt afraid that he may not leave. "Will you call me to say good night, mom?" said he looking at me with his blue eyes. Some sadness engulfed me, but I just could not let myself to cry now. "Of course I will, now don't let your friend wait," said I as I kissed my son on the cheek, he nodded, smiled and went through the door. As the door closed a feeling of great fear disappeared within me, like I had been relieved of a great burden. I walked toward the kitchen sink, thanking god in my own head as I passed the cupboards for not having brought Malik to my house when my son was still at home. It was in that moment that the door bell rang again. I opened the door without trembling, and just as I thought there stood Malik by the entrance in his typical clothes, holding a plastic bag in his right hand. "Hey Mrs Bradson, I just saw your son walk out of here, did he know I was coming?" Fear crawled up my spine again, as I started to wonder whether my son had seen him. "Ehm, please he does not know," said I, hoping he would not mention my son again. "Doesn't matter," he entered my house holding his plastic bag in his hand and turned towards me, "So where is your bedroom?" "W-What! But I thought we would..." I did not expect him to ask me such a thing, did he really want us to do it in the bedchamber. "Hey you invited me, beside with what I have in mind today you will need a comfortable bed," I had no idea what he wanted to do, and I knew there was no point in arguing. So I nodded to him and escorted him to the bedroom. It wasn't until we reached the hall on the second floor that I started to feel pressure. The closer I came to my room, our room, the room where I and my husband slept in, was when I began to wonder whether I really wanted to do this. I knew that if I did this I would only get closer to the eventual end of my marriage, yet I had known now for some time that there was no going back anymore. So why did I feel this pressure? "Here," said I as I opened the door. He walked into it, like he owned it. He looked around for a while, scanning the room as if he was looking for loot, "Nice digs, Mrs B," said he. "Thank you," I walked into the room and closed the door behind me, as I did not want anyone to see us. I wanted to rush it and finish off quickly today, but I knew that there was no point in rushing him, he would use his own time as he always did. "Malik, you said you wanted to do something n-new, what exactly is it?" I asked like a frightened child. He turned around and looked at me with his big black eyes and smiled, "Today your ass is mine." I was a bit confused as I did not understand what he meant by that, it was only when I saw him pull out two tubes of lube from his plastic bag that I understood. "A-are you, are you going to put it i-in my," I couldn't even finish the sentence when Malik blurted it out for me and confirmed my suspicions. "Ass! Yeah, I'm gonna fuck that nice backdoor of yours," I could still not believe it, I had never had anal sex before, my husband only mentioned it once and I strongly said no. It just sounded so disgusting the thought of it, and now I was going to do it anyway. I wanted to protest against it, I thought it was unnatural, but somehow something inside of me began to warm up to the idea. It wasn't like a thought as it was a feeling, my hands trembled at the idea, and my head screamed no, but something inside of me wanted to try it. My behind began to sweat and my midsection started to get warmer, suddenly I realised that I was getting horny at the idea. Then it hit me like a thunder, his size! I could barely take his size normally, how could he possibly think of doing that with my anus. "I-I don't think it's going to work Malik, your size it's just a bit much," said I knowing it wouldn't change a thing. "Don't worry," said he as he caressed my cheek, 'I'll be gentle." I whimpered at the sound of his voice and felt a sudden feeling of fear passing through me as he kept on caressing me. He pulled me towards him with his strong hands, like I was fragile vase, and kissed me on the lips. In that moment my fear started to dissipate and was filled with the feeling of passion that he kept giving me whenever we made love. Our tongues connected as I started caressing his big arms, while he held me tight and began to feel me up with his rough hands. Until he grabbed my behind with both hands and squeezed tightly. He kept squeezing my butt cheeks as we continued kissing. I began to moan, he noticed it and started smiling. The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 05 Disconnecting from my mouth he looked over my shoulder and down unto my behind, "I think you're starting to warm up to the idea," he said as he spanked me with his left hand. I yelped when he did so and I started to feel even hornier then before, "Ah yes, but you said you'd be gentle." "I'll be gentle," said he reassuring me, "Now get on top of the bed on all fours and show me that ass of yours." I did as he told me to without hesitation, like I was possessed. I went on all fours on top of the bed and started pushing my ass up so to let him admire me better as he stood behind me. I only snapped out from my trance, for a brief second, when I smelled the body odour of my husband on our sheets. In that single second I felt a tear hit my cheek, but as Malik started grabbing hold of my ass the tear vanished, and I felt nothing but pleasure again. "I've been dreaming of doing your big ass since I first noticed it," said he as he squeezed my butt cheeks. I could but moan as a response. His hand swayed over my behind and up towards my back where he grabbed hold on the edge of my skirt and began to slowly peel it backwards. He was gentle, and his hands kept feeling me up as he continued to pull it down. Only when I felt that my skirt was tightening up did I start to help him. I put my hand between my legs and reached the buttons that were keeping my skirt on, and unbuttoned them one by one until there were none left to open. The skirt slid off me, it reached my knees and Malik tapped me with his hand as a sign that I had to let my skirt slid pass under my knees. Finally it reached my feet, he grabbed hold of my shoes and pulled them off and let my skirt pass by my feet easier tickling me a bit. He tossed the skirt onto the floor, and then he just stood there watching me. I could feel his eyes admiring my ass. I felt so vulnerable, even if he had already seen me naked he still made me feel vulnerable every time he stripped me. But somehow it just made me hornier, as I started dripping from my vagina and soaking my underwear. "Looky here," he started touching and pressing my vulnerable wet spot. He instantly began licking the side of my vagina. I moaned and tightened the grip of my sheets. Then he buried his face into my wet underwear and pierced his tongue so that the cloth of my underwear went into my hole. I exclaimed a sound of passion as I tilted my head forward trying to bury my moans into the sheets. He kept burying his face into me, and moving his tongue like a rattling snake. Soon my second orgasm for the day expanded inside of me and gave me that electrifying feeling I so much enjoyed, it was inevitable. Malik then stopped pleasuring me and dried his mouth with his arm. His hands then took over again, but this time it was not my vagina they touched. I could feel his hands crawling over my wet hole of passion and onto another even more delicate hole. He pressed his thumb gently on top of my underwear and pressed my anus in. It was a completely different feeling, though rougher it felt like he was triggering a button that would make my entire body curl up. I started trembling. My head tilted back the moment I felt Malik press his thumb deeper and my body began to move a bit away from his hand, like it wasn't used to this. "Please, oh God, don't, it feels so-so weird," I couldn't stop biting my teeth as he kept on tilting his thump back and forth. "It'll be better, you just need some lubrication." He stopped caressing me and I felt somehow a huge relief, like if a burden had been removed. Then I felt his hands again on me, but this time he was taking off my underwear. They slid passed my knees faster than the skirt he had taken off earlier. I started caressing my own tit with my hand as I became hornier, which he noticed. "Yeah, you starting to act like a real whore now." "P-please don't say such a thing," it just made me feel hornier the way he spoke to me. He leapt over me and pulled me back, grabbing around me and whispered in my ear, "Oh yeah, well let us see what your body tells us," he lifted my sweater over and flashed my tits forth, "Look at how tight your nipples are," he said while he pinched my left one with his fingers to prove it, "You telling me this is a tit of a devoted wife? He spoke the truth, a truth I did not wish to accept, but he kept on proving me wrong. He took my sweater and bra off and began to kiss my neck while at the same time he toyed with my boobs. I wanted to kiss him but he would not allow me for he wished to hear my moans invade the bedroom, like if it was another proof to show what kind of woman I was. After a while he pushed me back on all fours and went back to my ass, but not before taking off his own sweater. He started spreading my butt cheeks apart to get a better look at my anus, for a moment I expected that he would put some lube on with his hand. But just then a warm twitching thing pressed itself over my anus. I turned around at the surprising feeling and realised that Malik was licking my asshole. The sensation and shock of it made it all feel so surreal and wonderful at the same time, for a second I protested. "What are you doing, it's dirty!" but the striking shock and feeling of his tongue touching my most delicate of spot just sent me moaning even louder than before. My legs started twitching and my mind went crazy, I curled myself up and put my hands between my legs and started masturbating my other hole. The sensation of his tongue caressing my spot and my fingers penetrating my vagina was nothing more than wonderful. I was flooding like a waterfall, and my hands were being drowned by my essence as I kept on pleasing myself. Malik kept changing between his tongue and his thumb, sending me deeper and deeper into a state of lust. I never believed that such pleasure existed within such spot, a spot that I had never in my life thought to explore. But now this young man that was tonguing my ass taught me an entirely new kind of pleasure, a pleasure I loved. It was only when he pressed his middle finger into my butt hole that a shock spread through my body like a wave. Though it was a bit painful at first, it instantly took on a whole new meaning of pleasure afterwards. My toes curled up and I began to bite my own sheet, and I could feel my anus wrap around his finger that was exploring my otherwise unexplored part. Just his finger was enough for me to orgasm, though this was not a typical orgasm. It was more tense and rougher, like a tightening of something fierce and strong that just snapped. It felt great, and the orgasm never ended until Malik pulled his finger out. "Wow, I knew you were going to love it, bet you haven't made such a sound with your husband." He was right, in all my years I had never moaned this way with my husband, not even once, "Have you ever let your husband into this hole?" he asked me. Breathing heavily like I had been running for miles I said, "No, my husband has never done me there." "Good, then this is going to be just for me," his words kept ringing in my ear as he stood up and began to zip his pants open. I turned around slowly towards him and said, "Please Malik your finger was already too much, I'll die if you use your dick," it wasn't the pain that really scared me, but the pleasure of it. The thought that his finger had sent me to a place I had never felt before scared me, but I knew I would go crazy if he used his dick. I knew that if I let him do this I'd be scarred for life. I knew that if he sent me to that place again there would be no salvation for me in the future. I knew that if he kept on giving me such pleasure I'd be a shell of nothing, and there would be nothing I'd say no to him. "You ain't gonna die, beside," he slipped his pants down and revealed to me his ever so magnificent huge black cock, "I need to get rid of this boner," his large pumping dick was already half way erected, and the smell of his pre cum was as strong as ever, "Now lube my dick with your mouth." There was no arguing, he persuaded me the way he had always done, by showing me what I always wanted. I held his dick with both my hands and peeled his skin as far down as I could. His smell just augmented the more his foreskin was peeled back, it only helped me get hornier as his strong odour invaded my nostrils. I began licking his shaft once his entire foreskin was all back. A loud moan came from Malik as I passed my tongue downwards, I only stopped when I reached his balls and even then I just started sucking them. I kept sucking and licking his balls until I started to move upwards all the way to his penis slit. I then opened my mouth and took his entire head, I tried to force as much of his dick as I could down, but my mouth was full. I sucked him off and went up and down, making sure that I drooled as much spit as I could. His pre-cum kept oozing down my throat and his familiar taste, that kept hitting my tongue, just made me wetter. I gurgled and blew as much as I could, it was then that he grabbed my head and pushed me against him. More than half of his dick was now in my mouth, and I felt my lips stretching in such a way it almost hurt. His penis head had passed my swallowing point, and I could feel part of his dick hitting my throat walls, which made me constantly swallow out of reflex. My eyes were wide open from the sudden forced deep-throat, which was when I realised that his crotch was not far away and that I only had a few cm left. I was so filled with lust that I wanted him deeper down my throat, so I grabbed his ass cheeks with my hands and forced myself to get him all the way down. Malik could not believe his eyes when I started to move forward rather than backwards, and the sensation of it all just made him moan even more. He held my head firmly ensuring that I would keep going forward, and the more I kept going the more he started to moan. It came to a point where I felt his cock pulsating in my throat, I knew then that he was close to coming. Unfortunately Malik was completely taken by the sensation that he just held me there instead of letting me go. So I had no choice but to keep moving forward so his cock would be closer to my stomach, otherwise I'd be drowning in his sperm. With one last push my head reached his crotch, I now had his entire cock down my throat and well passed my oesophagus, I had literally swallowed his cock. I felt his hands tremble on top of my head, and my throat expanded as it was pushed by the growing dick, that was I realised he was about to explode. "Ahh shit! I'm about to blow!" With a long exclaim he emptied his balls deep down me, I could feel his dick tingle a bit before a warm sensation started to fuel my stomach. I did not need to swallow until I started to feel his sperm rise like lava, that was when I started to feel some fear. I swallowed and swallowed as much of his semen as I could, but as much as I swallowed it still kept going up. The closer it reached my mouth the faster it came, and soon it passed my oesophagus. When it reached my mouth I started to convulse, and it didn't help me that I could not breathe either. His sperm blew out of my mouth like I was a champagne bottle, but it did not exit fast enough. I hit the side of his leg with my hand as a way to tell him to let me go, luckily for me Malik understood and let go of my head. I pulled back fast, throwing up his dick and sperm as I went, when his penis head was out it shot a load directly at my face and blinded me. I fell backwards onto the bed, hearing Malik moaning as he continued to shoot his load all over the bed. I had a mouth full of semen but felt that more was coming, so I turned around and threw up beside the bed a huge load of sperm until I finally was able to catch my breath. I finally leapt backwards onto the bed and started breathing again, my eyes were still blinded by Malik's sperm. I used my sheets to clean it off. Malik was still pumping his dick, moaning manically and masturbating himself senseless. He stopped only when he felt that his dick was done shooting. It amazed me how he could still stand after such a load out, but not as much as what happened next. As I looked towards him still breathing heavily and with cum falling down my mouth, I realised he still had a boner. I gasped at the sight of his monster dick still being erected, though it had shrunk a bit his cock still had enough energy to go on. "I did not expect you to deep throat me, damn," he panted and sweated as he kept on breathing, "Now it's my turn to make you feel great." I couldn't believe his resilience, it always shocked me but this time more than ever, "Are you sure?" said I as he turned me around so that my ass was facing him. I was after all hoping that if he came hard enough he might not have the energy left to do me from behind, but again I seemed to have underestimated his energy. "Of course I am sure, I said I'd fuck you in the ass today, now get on all fours," I whimpered and obeyed like a dog, and stood up on all fours knowing that it was futile to protest. He began to spread my ass cheeks apart and aimed his dick directly above my anus. I looked back for just a moment, knowing that this was going to hurt, "Please use the lube," said I whimpering. "Don't need it, you lubed me up pretty good," he was right, his dick basically dripped of my spit and his pre-cum, there was no real reason for any lubricant. "Just p-please be gentle," he just smirked. The tip of his penis head was now touching my butt hole, I could feel the warmth of it and just the touch of it frightened me a bit. It then started to press itself against my hole, harder and harder. Until my anus started to expand open from the constant pressing of his penis head, that was when the pain started. "Gentle, gentle, please!" I started to feel some pain as his penis head began to further expand my anus. "Oh god please it hurts!" his entire head was still not in, but it already was too much for me. "Don't tighten up so much," said he. "I-I don't know how, Hnng!" I bit my teeth together when I felt that his whole penis head was almost inside. "Nggh! I-it's like shitting, just pretend you are shitting then your hole will open," I couldn't take the pain so I did as he said and pretended that I was shitting. My hole did expand the moment I relaxed myself, but just when it became bearable to have his penis head inside a whole chunk of his dick entered me. My head tilted backwards and I started moaning like never before. My toes curled up, and my body became all tensed up, and so did my rectum. "Shit! You're tightening a lot! Ngh," I could feel part of his penis pumping violently inside of me, as I unknowingly squeezed him with my rectum, "I-If you continue to squeeze, I-I am going to move forward." "N-no p-please I will die i-if you do!" I was now feeling the extent of a new higher more potent orgasm, it was constant and it never ended. "S-Sorry Bitch, b-but I am not coming early again, ngh," he pushed his entire dick inside of me as I gasped and screamed a moan throughout the entire house. His dick was now pulsating deep inside my rectum, the more I felt it the more I squeezed. I was now completely gone, my eyes rolled back and my tongue was tangling from my mouth like a piñata. I kept yelling and moaning so loud that the entire house could hear me, and for the first time I did not care. When Malik started to move back and forth the orgasm I was experiencing tripled, when he thrust his dick deeper inside of my unexplored hole. Malik kept grunting and huffing, grinding his teeth as he explored me. My mind was in bliss, and all I could think of was how I could have denied myself such great pleasure. As he kept hitting my back with his crotch, sliding his dick in and out of my expanding rectum, my thoughts were going on how silly I ha been. All my life I though the act of anal sex was unnatural and disgusting, going so far to deny it even to my husband. But today I experienced a sensation that was better than any other experience I had ever felt, and I would not change it for the world. I could feel Malik's dick sliding into me like a drill looking for diamonds, it explored where no man had ever gone before. The sound of our bodies clashing together was music to my ears, and his huffs and grunts finished it all off as a solo. My hole kept opening and closing up, squeezing him whenever he was inside and accepting him whenever he penetrated deeper. "Fuck I am about to shot again!" he held my back tight and started moaning, "Whose asshole is this!?!" he started pounding me harder as he asked, "Huh? Whose asshole does this belongs to!?!" "Y-you," said I while I was trying not to go completely crazy. "Who!?! I ngh, can't hear you!" "You, i-it belongs to you," I was nothing more than an empty shell, begging to be fucked by Malik. "Say it the way I want to hear it! Ngh!" "You! This asshole belongs to you!!" I was completely filled with lust now. "And only me!!" "And only you!!" I repeated after him. "What about your husband!?!" he started to pound me faster, as if he wanted to make sure that no part of me could protest back at him, but there was no part of me wanting to protest anymore. "I don't care about my husband! He means nothing to me!!" I yelled as I came a third and fourth time. "That's right! You didn't even let him fuck you in this pleasure hole of yours because you thought he was nothing!" "Yes! Yes! I did, he is nothing!" my mind was so much gone that I didn't even care what I was saying anymore. "You were waiting for a real man to take you here, you were waiting, you did not want him!" "Yes! Yes! I was waiting!" my asshole was making such a noise whenever he banged me faster, it was now just getting out of control how much I loved every minute of it. He pulled my hair and whispered into my hear "You were waiting for me!" "I was, I was waiting for you! I only want you!" my heart and mind was crying out the deepest secrets I was holding back. "You care only about me, you don't need anyone else! Ngh!" he was getting rougher, and started to hold me tighter. "Yes I care only of you! I don't need my husband! I don't care about him!!" "You! Ngh! Are! Ngh! A bad, bad WIFE!!" he could not hold it any longer, and was starting to shoot his load up my ass. "Yes! YES! I AM!! I AM!! I AM A BAD WIFEE!!! AHHH!!!" "A-and you a-are a bad m...AHH!!!" before he was able to finish his sentence he started to unload his sperm into my rectum, which sent both him and me into ecstasy. He tried to hold me tight but even he could not but fall down from exhaustion as he unloaded inside my virgin asshole. My legs curled up together and I fell face down onto my bed, exhausted but still being fuelled with Malik's sperm and my own orgasm. Seconds later I felt him fall over me, he as well being exhausted. It was only his dick and my orgasm that went on, and ended only when his cock popped out of my chute hole. His dick still shot a couple of lesser loads when it had left my hole. My anus started to pump cum out, I could feel I was overfilled, and it just kept falling down onto the sheets. My hole was still gaping for a while until it closed up pressing more of Malik's sperm out and on to the bed. I was tired, but I knew I had no time to sleep. I had to get Malik out of the house before my husband came home. But there was just nothing I could do, my eyes just blackened and sleep caught me. **** I do not know how long I had slept, but when I awoke up Malik was gone from the bed. I was still soaked in cum and my bed still reeked of it, it wasn't until I stood up that I realised the mess we had created. The sheets were soaked in a combination of sperm sweat and essence, a huge load of Malik's sperm had hit both cushions, and there was not a single place in the room where there didn't smell. I heard the door of the bathroom open and footsteps coming towards the bedroom, for a second I thought that my husband had come home. The Chronicles of Erica Bradson Ch. 05 Fear engulfed me, but as the door opened I realised it was only Malik who had showered himself. "Sorry about the mess," he said as he stood naked in front of me dripping with water, "I'll be going and leave you to that fake life of yours." "Please don't say that," I felt a bit vulnerable when he said such a thing, but he only looked at me while he was putting on his pants and smiled. He kissed me on the lips, which sent a warm feeling throughout my body, and then said, "From now on I will come here when it pleases me, and if you are not alone then that is your problem." He went back to putting his clothes on, and was on his way out when he turned to me, "Oh I had to brush my teeth, I am not sure which one I used, but I think it was the blue tooth brush, see you next time." He waved goodbye to me and went down the stairs and out of the house faster than I had time to respond, that was when I realised I had to clean up this mess. The cushions went straight into the washing machine, so did the sheets and the clothes. Leaving only the sprayed cum. I started cleaning up Malik's cum from the floor, and then on everything else he had hit. That included a part of the wall just above our bed, the bedside table, a book, the lamp, a chair, and a framed picture of me and my family. When I cleaned the picture up I felt very sad, I felt my life was just like that picture. Everyone was smiling sincerely accept for me, since I did not know how to smile on command. A hidden truth, a false smile. *** It took me awhile to clean everything, but it took me even longer to get rid of the stench. I used three boxes of air spray just to get the scent out, and left the window open for the rest of the day. I was completely tired when I took a shower. It wasn't until my phone started ringing that I stood up from the sofa. I didn't really want to take it but I knew that the ringing would annoy me even more if I did not pick it up. "Hello?" "Hey mommy," the voice of Peter surprised me and for a second I thought something was wrong. "Peter, hey is everything ok?" "Yes, mom, I just wanted to know when you wanted me home tomorrow?" he was always so dependent of me, never doing anything wrong and always asking me what to do. "Oh just come home at six tomorrow, this way you still have some time to be with your friends," it was almost as if I could hear his smile from the phone. "Thanks mom, oh by the way you gave me the wrong tooth brush," a sudden coldness went through me like a frightening ghost. "What?" "Yeah you gave me the pink dinosaur tooth brush, mine is blue, no worries though I can use my finger to brush my teeth. Will you call me tonight?" I almost did not answer when I realised that the tooth brush Malik had used was blue as well, "Oh, yes dear I will, bye now." I hung up before I was able to hear my son's goodbye, and rushed up to the bathroom to see if my suspicions were true. When I reached the bathroom I looked over the scaffolds for the blue tooth brush, searching for it hoping that I was wrong. Only when I saw down by the sink did I find a blue Triceratops-headed tooth brush, recently used. That was when my fears came to me, the fact that my secret lover had used my son's tooth brush right after having eaten my asshole sickened me. I took it with me downstairs and was ready to throw it, when I realised that Malik would never like it if I asked him to bring his own tooth brush. So I decided to keep it, for future use. It was in that moment that my Husband entered the house, I instantly hid Malik's tooth brush behind my back, for it was now his, just like I was his. "Hello darling missed me?" my husband asked. "Of course darling," I smiled, just like in the picture. To Be Continued.