The Chronicles of Erica Bradson : Chapter 2

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 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...