Lizzie's Awakening Ch. 01

Then I felt his strong body tense as he quite literally flooded my womb. His whole body shaking as he fell forwards a bit but even then considerate enough to bare his weight upon his forearms. A moment later he mischievously smiled at me and kissed my nose, "Dat was not fair. I wasn't ready."

I could hear the squishing sounds of our mingled sex juices as he slowly began to circle those magic hips again...as if to make certain he rub all his load deep into my pussy. "Lucky for you I got lots more saved up for your white mummy cunt..."

I have no idea how long or how many positions Daryl took me that morning. I lost count of my orgasms...after 30. His...he proudly boasted of dumping three more huge loads in my white cunt.

Afterwards, I vaguely remember him brushing a kiss across my cheeks as my eyes were closing. I murmured something about needing to talk later.

It was after 4.00 when I awoke in a panic. Searching for my clothes and worried like never before about Ellie. How could I have been so stupid as to oversleep and forget my three year old child at school? Over some young black stud? I was cursing under my breath as I flew down the steps...straight into Daryl's arms. Laughing, he whispered "Better be careful, Lizzie. Remember what happened the last time you ran into me like that?" I shoved at his arrogant chest. "I have to get my child...be gone when I get back."

As if on cue, Ellie ran out of the reception her dark curls dancing about her cherub face. "Ou sweep dood, Mummee? Unca Daryl said we had to let ou cause ou was tired." Glaring at Daryl, knowing that I was more angry at myself than him, I replied, "Yes, sweeting. Mummy is all better now." God I hated the smug smile on his face at those words.

I discovered that I had actually been made redundant as a mother. Not only had Daryl picked her up from school (he got my brother-in-law to call the school for him...saying I was sick with a headache and he would help out), he had washed the dishes in the sink and made a wonderful tea of chicken and rice. Somehow he even convinced my loving mother-in-law that he wanted to help out with Ellie while he was on half-term break.

Of course we had a bit of a battle at the front door as I left for my shift. Once more realizing the folly of my ways, I tried in vain to regain control. "We WILL talk later." As if that settled it. To which my young African god replied..."I'll be waiting in your bed when you get home. Although the sheets are pretty messy."

And that is how it all began...coming back for a moment to reality. I really wished I hadn't. "Damn, this hurts. I want drugs...all of them. Just fuckin' cut this baby out." I scream as my hands wrap tighter about his broad shoulder, my head resting on his chest as he gently rubbed my lower back.

"I still think you're beautiful," he whispered just loud enough to be overheard by the midwife who was attending our homebirth. I actually hit him then, "You would. Pervert..." I accused as I felt another strong contraction hitting and closed my eyes once more to escape the pain...