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 The New Parishioner Keywords: caution, rape, 1st, interr, BM, WF, oral,
pett, drugs WARNING: Do not read this work if subjects containing rape,
violence, drug use or racism offend you.
Note: this is a revision of Christian Wife Defiled with title changed

   Melissa Morgan's female intuition sensed something about this new
parishioner, a huge muscular black man named Reggie Johnson, which made her
very uneasy.  Her husband, Bill, failed to notice Reggie make his way
beside her, all the way from across the chapel, during the service.

   All houses of worship carried in their air that same musty stench Reggie
despised of old prayer books and Bibles.  His eyes contemptuously beheld
the large cross - symbol of suppression, sexual inhibition, the eternal
opposition - suspended from the ceiling above the preacher.

   For Reggie, grueling Sunday service was worse than Hell - and it was
here on Earth.  His stare lustfully wandered to the delicious curves of
Melissa's young, slender figure beneath fine Sunday garments - a worthier
object of contemplation and the only thing making the malarkey spewing from
Reverend Doyle's mouth and that infernal book he read tolerable.

   Melissa's dress revealed a bosom that filled it nicely, not excessively;
a narrow waist; a thin, athletic hourglass figure; and a small, heart
shaped ass.  Melissa accompanied her husband to church every Sunday.  Her
face was an elixir of flaxen hair that descended past her shoulders in
gentle waves; steely blue eyes, their color taken from heaven; a cute,
round nose; a petite mouth with full lips; light, unblemished skin.

   A few months back Reggie had placed his drug dealing operation in
trusted hands, left the inner city, and moved to this small rural community
where he remained inconspicuous.  After the prosecution of some
high-ranking government officials on his payroll, he needed to hang low for
a while.

   Reggie missed many things about the city, but beautiful women most. 
City life provided him with a steady stream of girlfriends.  Here in the
boonies that stream had gone dry - no pussy for four months - which brought
him to the Light of Christ Church.

   Reggie needed pussy badly, and the Light of Christ Church seemed like
the only place he might find some in this small community.  The
predominantly white congregation contained potential.  Reggie particularly
enjoyed cultivating a taste for black cock in supercilious white women. 
While here, he played the role of a good strong Christian deceptively well
and no one suspected evil among them.

   Services concluded and everyone wished their neighbors peace.  "I love
you so much," Melissa whispered in her husband's ear.  After a big embrace,
Bill and Melissa turned away from one another - she toward Reggie, jauntily
taking his hand.

   "Peace be with you," Melissa said looking up into Reggie's dark eyes. 
This gigantic muscular black man towered over her and Bill and gave Melissa
a strange vibe.

   "Peace," Reggie replied.  He noticed Melissa's slight hesitancy as he
took her hand, her diamond engagement ring and wedding band giving him
brief glimpses of rainbows in their sparkle.  Blood rushed to his penis. 
As quickly as a teenage boy stealing a first kiss, he formed a very big and
hard erection.  Attractive young white women had that effect on him.  His
suit jacket helped conceal the horrific bulge Melissa caused yet failed to
see in his pants.  She probably never fucked a black man before either,
Reggie correctly surmised.

   Perhaps by chance or iniquitous intervention, the situation began to
favor Reggie's lustful desires.  Reverend Doyle was not finished yet...

   "Bill Morgan, Scott and Lisa Fridas, and Larry Smith, come on up here,"
Reverend Doyle beckoned in labored breaths, his fat, bloated gut spilling
over his belt.

   Melissa's husband left her side to join the other four individuals
summoned by Reverend Doyle.

   "Let's hear a round of applause for these good folks who have graciously
volunteered to be part of our missionary group leaving for Peru next week
to spread the word of our Lord, Jesus.  We are going to be gone for three
weeks, but all of you need to be here praying for us.  Brother Tom Gavin
will be on the pulpit leading services," Reverend Doyle announced to
Reggie's elation.

   Melissa's husband was leaving for three entire weeks.  Reggie never
missed an opportunity to get inside a stuck-up white woman's panties, and
the good Reverend Doyle just revealed his next chance.  A smile formed on
Reggie's face from the good news - perhaps going to church was not such a
bad thing after all, even though he served a different master.

   That autumn Sunday, church departed to an unusually mild sunlit
afternoon - a joyous day bathed in amber that perfectly reflected Melissa's
radiance, but a last gasp of summer.

   **********

   Bill's luggage packed with clothes, toiletries, and most importantly, a
copy of the Bible, sat by the front doorway waiting as he perched on the
sofa with Melissa and read a final verse of scripture to her before his
departure.  Mattthew 25:35 - 25:40 seemed quite apropos given the nature of
his upcoming trip to some impoverished village in the jungles of South
America:
"For I was hungered, and you gave me meat: I was thirsty, and you gave

me drink: I was a stranger and you took me in..."

   Melissa heard Reverend Doyle's vehicle approaching up their long
driveway from the main road as Bill finished the passage.  She had tried
talking Bill out of this ridiculous trip.  Two years ago, when Bill
discovered Jesus, his involvement with the church increased, to where it
now occupied so much of their lives.  She tolerated Bill's zealousness,
even if she did not share it as completely, because she loved him.  She had
even followed him from their previous home in the city to this backwoods
location.  She went through all the motions for Bill - joining the choir,
going to Bible study and prayer groups - yet the unshakable faith everyone
in the congregation shared escaped Melissa, and sometimes she doubted.  She
was an intelligent woman.  On rare occasions a tiny notion she mostly
suppressed resurfaced from her deepest, darkest thoughts: that perhaps
people kidded themselves and God's existence was as real as Santa Claus.

   Scott Fridas and Larry Smith sallied from Reverend Doyle's SUV to help
Bill load his luggage.  Lisa, Scott's wife, sauntered over to Melissa,
whose effulgent smile appeared dimmer than usual, as the men greeted one
another and began rearranging suitcases.

   "Don't worry about Bill.  We'll take good care of him," Lisa said
hugging Melissa.  "You really should have come with us."

   Reverend Doyle had invited both Bill and Melissa to join this mission to
a small, poor village near Abancay in Peru, but Melissa did not want to
spend three weeks battling insects in some third world country lacking
civilized amenities.  It was bad enough living out here in the sticks. 
Melissa replied to Lisa with a canned excuse, "I know, but winter is coming
and someone needs to keep an eye on things around the house."

   Bill turned to his lovely wife whose beautifully slender figure and
gorgeous face had caused heads to turn since her late teens, and still
caused the same reaction now in her late twenties, garnering jealousy from
a number of female parishioners.  Bill hugged and kissed her goodbye. 
"I'll write," he said hopping into the front passenger side of the SUV
beside Reverend Doyle.  He hauled the heavy door closed with a thud and
waved from the other side of the window as they pulled away.

   Melissa watched Reverend Doyle's SUV become smaller as its distance from
her grew, until only the faint red glow of its tail lights remained,
brighter for a moment as it slowed to take a far-off curve, then
disappearing as if swallowed by the surrounding forest.

   Once at the airport several flights would bring Bill and his group to
that far-away country with limited internet access.  For the next several
weeks, Melissa's primary method of communicating with him would be
reminiscent of an earlier generation that wrote letters on paper, placed
them in envelopes and sent them with stamps via Postal Service.

   In waning dusk, Melissa stood staring at the empty roadway and the grey
trees ascending towards aphotic clouds of a looming storm.  A northerly
wind caused her to shiver as the temperature precipitously dropped.

   A few miles away, the new member of their church planned some missionary
work of his own, serving a different master everyone in the congregation
knew and avoided.

   ***********

   Isolated among the barren woods of late autumn, beneath a cold, dark,
starless sky, the house sat.  The wind whisked away puffs of smoke from the
chimney and howled of an approaching storm to dormant, grey trees with
branches twisted like elongated arthritic fingers.  Melissa faced the
fireplace languorously balled up at the end of the sofa as snow and sleet
began pelting the windows.  With Bill away, she took a long needed break
from Biblical passages, and decided to find some entertaining reading on
her Kindle.

   Reggie Johnson went to their church but secretly followed a faith of
self-indulgence.  He worshipped female flesh, and required a Host to
consecrate.  A non-believer might call it luck, but it seemed as if an
uncanny force protected Reggie.  Over the years, he had committed a
multitude of heinous crimes, which included sexually assaulting numerous
women, yet he avoided all repercussions.

   The lights flickered and went dark as the storm brought down a distant
power line.  In this remote area, cell phone coverage was spotty and
Melissa could never get a signal from inside her house.  She had firewood
and decided to wait until the storm passed to go outside and call the power
company.  She longed for Bill to snuggle with and keep her warm and safe as
she watched the flames dance in radiant yellow and orange brilliance that
spilled tall, wavering shadows into the lonely room.

   A frantic pounding on the door startled Melissa and interrupted her
musings.  Alone in the evening, the nearest neighbors miles away, she put
down her Kindle to cautiously investigate.

   "Who is it?" Melissa shouted from behind the door.

   The incessant pummeling on the door stopped.

   "I'm Reggie Johnson, your neighbor from up the road.  I'm stuck out here
and need help, please," a voice that sounded vaguely familiar replied. 
Melissa did not recognize the name, but the passage Bill had read to her
earlier - "helping a stranger in need" - spoke to her now.

   A clatter from the lock turning brought a momentary smile to Reggie, but
he quickly replaced it with a brooding frown when the door opened.

   Melissa opened the door to an onslaught of wind and sleet and a flood of
chill night air that instantly displaced the warmth inside the house and
caused the flames in the fireplace to shudder.  In the gloom, she did not
recognize the gigantic, imposing figure standing at her doorway.  "Come
in," she encouraged, moving to the side, guardedly allowing the dark figure
to pass and hurriedly shutting the door behind him.  "The power's out," she
explained leading him with the poise of a ballet dancer from the shadowy
hallway toward the warm fireplace.

   In light cast by the fire, Melissa recognized the figure covered in
melting snow and ice that formed puddles beneath his galoshes as the huge
black man who greeted her in Church.  He removed mitten-covered hands from
the pockets of his dark blue ski jacket and appreciatively waved them above
the genial flames.

   The uneasy feeling Reggie had given her in church returned, but she
ignored her instincts.  How could she turn him away in a dangerous storm
and call herself a Christian?  "What in heaven's name are you doing out on
a night like this?" Melissa asked.

   In silk pajamas that loosely followed the developed curves of Melissa's
young, athletic body, it took every ounce of willpower to stop his eyes
from devouring her and revealing his intentions.

   "I saw the storm coming and thought I better try to get gasoline for my
generator and some firewood.  When I got to town, the store had closed
already.  I tried to get back home but my truck slid off the road and got
stuck a mile back from here," Reggie explained peeling off his wet mittens
and sticking them in his jacket pocket.

   Melissa thought about this situation for a moment - the
inappropriateness of a strange black man alone with her at night with her
husband away.  She did not like this scenario, but in good conscience, she
could not refuse Reggie lodging while the storm raged.  She answered
sympathetically: "Well you can't go out with it storming like this.  You'll
freeze to death.  Let me take your jacket to dry before you catch cold."
She went to help him remove a backpack he was wearing so he could take off
the jacket, but he stopped her.
"I've got it," Reggie said.  "It's pretty heavy." He placed the backpack
on the hardwood floor leaning it against the end of the sofa.  Melissa hung
his ski jacket over the back of a chair and left his galoshes by the fire

to dry.

   With his puffy jacket off, Melissa noticed large muscles bulging beneath
Reggie's shirt and wondered what type of strenuous physical labor he
performed to make them so big.  Reggie was handsome, but she was married
and not interested other men - especially black men.  His strong facial
structure looked like it had been sculpted in marble with smooth dark brown
skin; short kinky black hair on top; wet, black eyes like obsidian.

   Melissa took a sip of tea she had prepared earlier, now lukewarm, and
saw Reggie watching her.  "I'm sorry I can't make you some with the power
out.  Would you like something cold to drink?  Ice water perhaps?" she
joked.

   "Actually, I am a little thirsty, but you can hold the ice," answered
Reggie.

   Melissa minced her way to the kitchen nursing the fragile flame from a
candle.  When she left the room, Reggie leaned over to where his backpack
sat next to the couch, silently retracted its zipper enough to slide his
hand inside, and procured a vial he had brought for this special occasion,
spiking her tea with a dose of the clear liquid - the finest date rape
formulation available.

   Snow and sleet fell outside and frigid wind strained through crevices in
the old, drafty structure as Melissa groped in the dimly lit cupboard for a
glass.  It began to look like this black man, a practical stranger, might
have to stay the night - a prospect that did not sit well with her.

   Reggie was zippering his backpack closed as Melissa returned with a
glass of water.  "My cell phone doesn't work in the house, but as soon as
it lets up, I'll go outside and call for help," she stated.  It was a
tactful hint that she did not want him here any longer than necessary.

   "We can't get anyone to come out in this weather now anyway, I guess,"
Reggie answered as Melissa returned to the other end of the sofa.

   Melissa sipped from her half-full cup, the cold giving the tea a
slightly different, vaguely salty flavor, she thought, smacking her lips
together and finishing the soupcon remaining.

   "Have you lived here long?" Melissa asked, forgetting about the bad vibe
she received from Reggie and finding herself in a more talkative mood.

   "About four months."

   "Where are you from?"

   Reggie paused a moment not wanting to reveal too much about himself and
thinking about his answer.  "Ashville," he lied.  "How about you," he
asked, encouraging a garrulousness uncharacteristic in her the drug
induced.

   Unusual exhilaration and a girlish silliness she had buried years ago
bubbled to her surface and she opened more to him, providing her entire
life history it seemed in speech becoming increasingly slurred and less
coherent.

   Reggie comfortably reclined and put his arm around her shoulders, his
touch strangely redolent of her first loves, and smiled into her face as he
adjusted an extremely large bulge in his pants.  Melissa saw the curved
outline of his immense manhood strain against the fabric, reach above his
left hip, and practically pop out the waistband of his trousers!  She
realized something was wrong.  She tried standing and almost fell, but
Reggie jumped up and caught her.

   "Whoa, you're in no condition to walk," Reggie said, holding Melissa
against him.  She was everything he sought in a woman - a beautiful face, a
perfect little body and white.  Something about stuck-up white women in
particular made Reggie extra horny.

   Tight in Reggie's arms, she tried to recoil from the hardness of his
penis that she felt through his pants pushing into her tummy.

   "Get hands off.  Let...  go," She babbled - nausea and grogginess
setting in.

   "What's the matter?  You're not feeling well, baby?" Reggie asked with a
heinous smile.

   She stared at him with a vacant look, like someone heavily drugged and
on an intense trip.

   "I better get you in bed; you probably have the flu or something."

   Reggie set Melissa on the sofa and with the candle she had used earlier,
searched her house, finding her cellphone, its charger and a set of keys on
the kitchen table.  In another room, he found her computer and removed its
power cord.

   When he returned to the living room with the items he had found -
Melissa's phone and keys in his pocket, the phone charger and computer
power cord in his hand - Melissa was gone, the front door left open as an
invitation for cold, wind and sleet.

   Reggie grabbed a flashlight from his backpack.  The darkness seemed to
swallow him as he went into the frigid night to find her.

   He discovered Melissa slumped over the hood of her locked car.  He
realized he held the car's keys, along with her cellphone, in his pocket.
Snow covered Melissa; still in pajamas, she was soaked and freezing.

   *******************

   Atop Melissa's chiffonier a solitary candle glimmered, her somber
bedroom filled with shadows and chill.  Behind purple lips, her teeth
chattered as she shivered in Reggie's arms.  The potent drug attenuated her
kicks, strikes, and desperate squirms.

   Reggie plopped her into bed, his immense cock hard and aching to soothe
itself in her tight pussy.  First, he needed to treat Melissa's
hypothermia. "We've got to get these wet pajamas off you right away," he
said starting to unbutton her top.  Although her fingers scrabbled to keep
her buttons fastened, Melissa's full breasts and tight stomach appeared as
Reggie ultimately succeeded in undoing the piece and it dangled open.

   "No, leave alone," she slurred, clutching the open, wet garment to her
chest as he sat her up and grappled it from her.  Off Melissa's shoulders
and down her arms the pajama top finally came with several hard tugs,
Reggie tossing it from the bed.  Her arm shakily crossed over her chest
concealing her nipples that had hardened from the cold.  Reggie shoved her
down.  His fingers slid inside the waistbands of her pajama bottoms and
panties and bunched them in his fists.  He yanked fiercely.  The sodden
silk garments came off her hips, down her legs, and reunited with her top
somewhere on the floor.  Naked on her back beneath him, arm covering her
breasts, hand over her vagina, and shivers so severe the entire bed
trembled.

   Reggie managed to undress and straddle Melissa, her body writhing
beneath him.

   A glimpse in the shadows left Melissa doubting her own eyes - his penis
could not possibly be that large.

   "This will get you warm," Reggie said.  He rested his naked, muscular
body on top of Melissa, sinking her into the mattress.

   "Get off," Melissa groaned through clenched teeth, her hands
ineffectively pushing at his sides, her nipples poking into his chest.  The
sensation of his monstrous penis pressing against her, its warmth and
hardness reaching above her belly button, confirmed what she saw in the
shadows.

   Melissa's body thawed from Reggie's warmth.  The powerful drug caused
her to drowse as he stroked her soft, flowing hair.  He nibbled up her neck
and her nipples perked into him more.  "That's it baby.  Just let me keep
you warm," Reggie whispered.  The flames in the living room fireplace died
and the temperature throughout the house dropped further.  His hand briefly
stopped by his mouth, and with saliva on its fingers descended between her
legs.

   As the candle in her room dimmed, Melissa's consciousness followed a
similar course drifting toward delirium.  For brief intervals she
hallucinated in the darkness - Reggie became Bill; they shared tender
moments - and she stopped resisting.  During these instances, Reggie
established footholds, extended boundaries, secured concessions, seized
additional territory from her: "Ooh, Bill, please," Melissa whimpered as
Reggie culled her clitoris from her soft, silky folds and petted her tiny,
pink friend -- awakening it from dormancy into swollen arousal.  Minutes
later, realizing he was not Bill, she protested, "No, stop it!" Her fingers
dug into Reggie's wrist and tried unsuccessfully to pull his hand away from
her vagina.

   "Don't fight it!" Reggie thundered, viciously twisting her nipples and
slapping her face.  The tactic worked and stunned Melissa.  He held her
down and resumed masturbating her, but this time she offered less
opposition.

   Melissa's hallucinations returned, her fidgeting subsided and brought
him another opportunity.  Reggie reached down to her inner thigh and coaxed
one leg further from the other.  His fingers parted her labia and exposed
her private pink place glistening with secretions.  "That's it, baby, open
up for me," he encouraged.  He descended to her pussy, his fingers
stretching it wide open.  Her warmth touched his face; her fragrant female
scent reached his nostrils.  He began licking and her sweet nectar bathed
his taste buds.  Her pelvis undulated briefly.

   "Oh God, please don't," she cried, suddenly realizing this was not Bill.
Bill never committed sinful sexual acts like cunnilingus.  A strange man
was performing oral sex on her!  Her hands pushed against Reggie's nappy
head, but his mouth fastened on her pussy.  "Oh, please, Bill, oh, Bill,
Bill..." she cried in stupor.

   Bill was not there to help her, but each time she repeated his name,
phantasms of him returned in her mind, replacing the awful reality of
Reggie, and her shoves diminished in force.  Ultimately, her resistance
waned, her hands came to gently rest on Reggie's scalp allowing him free
reign and he greedily ate her pussy out...

   Long after she had stopped fighting the oral sex, Reggie continued going
down on Melissa, her genitalia in his mouth plump with arousal like
luscious fruit ripened to pick beneath constant attention from an
unrelenting summer sun.  It started feeling incredibly good to Melissa; she
became more engaged with this sinful act deceived into believing Bill was
performing on her.

   "Ooh, stop it Bill," she moaned, her hips spiraling in halfhearted
attempts to escape his unusual behavior.  Reggie's mouth stayed with her
gyrations, refusing to release her pussy.

   The time arrived.  The candle flame turned into a tiny bead and the room
became almost completely dark.  Reggie pushed his big fat cock against
Melissa's entrance.  He wanted to get inside her now, while she remained
receptive - before her lucidity returned, her hallucinations passed, she
realized he was not Bill and she resisted again.  His penis greatly dwarfed
Bill's, and her vagina had difficulty accommodating it.  He pushed harder
and harder until her soaked vaginal lips - ultra-receptive to stimuli from
his oral attentions - eventually stretched open enough, admitting the head
of his cock.

   "It hurts this time, Bill," she cried, finding it increasingly difficult
to enunciate words because of the chemical in her blood.  Bill's penis felt
different to Melissa - bigger.  It opened her up with incredible friction
she never experienced before.

   Reggie exclaimed, "Oh, you feel so good," to the soothing relief of
dipping his aching cock into her tight, wet, silky cunt.  "It's okay, baby,
I'm in now - I'll go easy."

   "Ow, no, it really hurts...  feels different," Melissa whimpered as
Reggie slowly, but steadily, inserted more of his thick length into her. 
"Take it out," she bleated as her pussy stretched way beyond dimensions
suiting Bill or anyone else she had encountered in life.

   "You'll get used to it, baby, and start loving it soon," Reggie said,
his gargantuan cock barely fitting in her, bottoming out and beginning an
unhurried, temporary retreat.

   "Don't, ow, ow - ooh..." Melissa began to moan in synchronization with
Reggie's gentle thrusts - beginning languidly, like the steady, creeping
cadence of a car's windshield wipers set low on a drizzly night.

   Reggie's fleshy cock pulled her tightly stretched vaginal labia in the
direction it travelled.  Beguiled, Melissa thought Bill felt so different
tonight.  It seemed like ages since she had sex with her husband, their
love life diminished from when they first married.  The sensations from
Reggie, unlike any she had ever experienced, became less unpleasant as her
anatomy grudgingly adapted to this new, superiorly endowed partner.

   Remembering the reaction in Melissa's nipples from earlier, Reggie began
nibbling her neck and worked his way to each of her ears.

   "Ooh sweat heart," Melissa gasped, her hands gliding up his muscular
back and embracing him.

   "Does my big black cock feel good in your tight, little white pussy?"
Reggie asked, then locking his lips to hers before she could reply.

   Did her ears deceive her?  "Big black cock...  little white pussy?"
Melissa wondered.  Bill never spoke that way or used those ugly, vulgar
words.  Melissa's hands slid up to Reggie's head as they simultaneously
fucked and French kissed.  The nappy hair could not be Bill's - nor the
incredible muscles, the gigantic body, and most disturbing of all, the huge
piston working inside her.  Melissa turned her head to get Reggie's tongue
out of her mouth and break their deep kiss.  "Please stop; get off me," she
began to cry, realizing she was having intercourse with someone else - a
black man and not her husband!

   "I can't stop now baby, you got me started and I've got to finish,"
Reggie answered between thrusts.

   Melissa could not remember how they started fucking like this, but they
were zealously "doing it", which was completely unlike her.  Yes, there had
been boyfriends that courted her long ago before she wed, but since
marriage, she was faithful to Bill.  She never considered another man -
especially a black one!

   Slim chance this huge black bull - the way he presently went at her like
a jackhammer - was ever going to stop or pull his penis out of her before
cuming.  Melissa realized something even more worrisome than her
unfaithfulness to her husband.  It did not feel like Reggie was wearing
protection and she was not on any type of birth control either.  How could
she let this happen?

   "Please...  stop," Melissa murmured.  "Married ...  adultery... 
pregnant."

   Reggie comprehended the fragmented thoughts Melissa verbalized in spite
of the kickass drug he had given her.  The prospect of impregnating her had
an opposite effect on him.  Knocking-up conceited white bitches like
Melissa gave him a particular sense of accomplishment; it bonded them with
him and his race and gave them no choice in loving perpetual reminders of
him.  Reggie knew how well the compound he had given Melissa worked in
women; he only needed to wait a few minutes for her cooperation to return.

   "Don't worry.  I'll take it out before I cum, baby," Reggie tried
reassuring her.  They both knew he would not keep this promise.  This act
had progressed too far for too long, felt too good now and had to run its
course.

   "Ooh," Melissa gasped, his cock sawing in and out, rubbing such a sweet
spot beneath her clitoris previously never stimulated for her before.  The
connection of these intense sensations to Reggie's size - she had never
been with a man remotely this large - eluded her.

   They needed to stop, but confused and high Melissa moaned, succumbing to
pleasure, postponing then forgetting her original intention.

   She had wanted to stop soon, but the drug made "soon" come much later,
and after 45 minutes of passionate lovemaking, Melissa suddenly babbled,
"No, can't.  Isn't right, as she felt yet another orgasm approach and
recognized that Reggie was fucking her.

   "Shhh, just relax.  No one will know and I'm going to take it out of you
in a little while," Reggie said, intent on making her underfed, white pussy
enjoy his king sized chocolate cock all night long.

   The candle flame that had turned to a blue speck finally burned out. 
Now in complete darkness, distinguishable sounds filled the room - the
splashing of their body fluids mixing, the squeaking of bedsprings that
announced his every movement into her, Melissa's moans of despair
containing hints of something more, and the incessant howl from the raging
storm outside.

   "Ooh, oh, oh, God please, no," Melissa mewled.  It was too late.  She
was cuming again; her pussy was squeezing Reggie's cock uncontrollably and
no words, no actions could conceal this physical truth occurring between
them.

   Perhaps God was watching, but like Bill, He was not going to help her.

   "That's it, baby, that's what I want.  I want you to cum for me more and
show me how much you love me - love my big black cock," Reggie goaded as
Melissa's fingernails dug into his muscular biceps.

   Melissa could only squeal between heavy breaths in response.  How could
she do this and how could any decent man refer to this debasing act as
love? She could never love any part of him, even if it felt like
butterflies in her thighs and abdomen; like driving a car over the crest of
a hill in steep descent; like ascending too fast and too high on a swing.
She never experienced multiple orgasms before, but extra-marital sex was
horribly wrong and disgusting, especially with this black man.  She
despised Reggie for somehow seducing her and her body for betraying her.

   Despite Melissa's feelings, she could not stop climaxing.  She was
unable to keep track, but Reggie counted her cum 12 times when he finally
allowed himself to orgasm.

   Melissa noticed Reggie's thrusts accelerating, his bell-end burgeoning
within her.  He banged into her with greater force.  His huge, rippling
black muscles grew harder from tension inside him reaching a boiling point.
However, in the middle of another orgasm herself, she ignored the signs.

   "Oh, baby, I'm going to cum," Reggie announced.

   "Take it out now," Melissa cried.

   The inertia was too great, like trying to stop a locomotive.  Neither of
them did anything to alter their physical course.  Her wet pussy kept
welcoming his returning cock with involuntary spasms as if trying to milk
it - and his cock finally obliged by feeding her pussy jism.

   "Oh, God - no, don't," she helplessly fretted beneath him.  "You're
cuming in me."

   Reggie remained on top of Melissa after they finished having sex. 
Minutes passed.  She felt his big penis slowly turn flaccid inside her and
his copious ejaculate begin oozing out.

   She remembered he was not Bill.

   "You need to go," Melissa mumbled, mispronouncing words, still very high
from the drug, and trying to push Reggie off her.

   Reggie rolled off Melissa - his fat, lengthy penis, now slack, finally
exiting from her with a plop similar to a cork removed from a champagne
bottle - and replied, "I can't leave.  There's a blizzard outside, you're
feverish, and I need to keep an eye on you."

   Had she been sick?  Melissa recalled not feeling well and almost
freezing to death outside in the snow.

   Reggie pulled Melissa's hair and shoved her face into his slimy penis.
"Now suck my cock," he growled at her.  She had never performed oral sex
before, and such a dirty, sinful act - especially with a strange black man
- repulsed her.  A combination of pain, fear and inebriation left Melissa
with no choice, even though this was horribly wrong.  After receiving oral
sex for her first time, she was about to learn how to perform it.  In
darkness, her mouth found Reggie's shaft coated with their slippery body
fluids, but not as distasteful as she anticipated.  Somehow, as if by
instinct, she started caressing and rolling his big, heavy balls in her
hand.

   "That's it, just like that, baby," Reggie cooed, releasing her hair and
guiding her.  He corrected her technique numerous times and for the next
hour, she unwillingly learned how to pleasure him orally.

   Reggie's cock became hard again and Melissa's lips strained to fit
around its head.  Her hands ran up and down his shaft, as if it was a big,
warm club of flesh she held in them.  The size of his penis seemed
impossible to be human.  How did this thing ever fit inside her?  She
realized if she could not make him orgasm soon, he would likely fuck her
again.  She had to satisfy this repulsive male organ with her mouth and
hands to prevent its return into her pussy.

   This white bitch was starting to like giving him a blowjob and was
trying to make him cum, Reggie thought.  "That's good.  I'm going to fuck
you now," He suddenly exclaimed pulling her by the hair, the head of his
erect penis flopping from her mouth.

   "Ow," Melissa squeaked, Reggie getting on top of her, the dreaded sex
with a nasty black man about to resume in spite of her efforts.

   "No, I don't want to fuck again," she blurted with slurred speech. 
Melissa never used that four-letter word, not even with Bill when they made
love.

   "Once more, baby, I promise it'll be real quick this time."

   "No, please don't," she whimpered, Reggie's gigantic charcoal cock
re-entering her.  The snug discomfort returned briefly, but then primitive
pleasure supplanted it.

   Although Melissa fought the primal urge Reggie replanted inside her, it
grew anyway.  The date rape drug he had given to her kept making her loose
her train of thought and forget things.  Her hands tightly gripped his
strong shoulders.  Her resistance weakened, her pelvis started imitating
Reggie's motions, and her body began copulating with him again - the way
nature intended.

   "That's it girl, you're fucking a black cock now," he reminded her.  Oh,
yea, your little white pussy feels so fine."

   "No, I can't.  I don't want to..."

   *****************

   With more snow forecasted, an early morning achromatic light from an
overcast sky crept in and gave the room an ashen aura.  Although Melissa
resisted, drugging her made it easier for Reggie to get into her panties
and begin planting a preference for big black cock in her.  He held her
beneath his arm as she slept soundly, and in the light, he appreciated her
delicate facial features and her incredible female figure - the flawless
body of yet another young white woman he had drugged and taken the previous
night - still completely nude and a continued feast for his eyes.

   The house was cold without power or fire, their only warmth from each
other beneath the blankets.  His breath formed steam when he exhaled from
his mouth.

   How fatuous Bill had been with such an innocent and virtuous woman.  He
carelessly left his beautiful wife unprotected and isolated - an easy
target.  Reggie thought the fool's priorities were all wrong.  Bill went to
teach abstinence and morality in a faraway place to strangers, his absence
an opportunity for a predator like Reggie to get to Melissa.  With Bill
gone, she was now Reggie's reluctant new student forced to rehearse lessons
of self-indulgence, carnal pleasures, adultery, and fucking big black cock
- sexual practices once adopted by a woman, difficult for her to stop. 
Ironically, Bill wasted time and energy in Peru trying to convince natives
to give up some of the same acts his lovely wife would now perform.  The
Lord indeed worked in mysterious ways, Reggie thought.

   Melissa's eyes fluttered open in the late afternoon from a sleep so deep
she was unsure of the day, her mind blank to the preceding night due to the
date rape drug.  Reggie Johnson was in her bed, they were both naked, his
arm around her, his hand cupping her breast.  In a daze, she watched his
black fingers play with her nipple, as pink and firm between them as an
eraser on the end of a pencil, twirling it around and keeping it erect. 
"Mhmm," she mumbled dreamily, taking no action to stop him initially.

   After a few minutes, she realized this was no dream, but an awful
reality.  "Oh my God, what are you doing here?" Melissa yelped trying to
move his arm from her chest.  "Get off me and get out of my bed!"

   Reggie always enjoyed this special moment when the drug wore off and
reality set in for his victim, each woman reacting differently.

   "Wait a minute," Reggie blasted refusing to budge.  You invited me to
stay with you because of the blizzard, don't you remember?  You became
feverish and ran outside in your pajamas.  I found you out in the freezing
cold soaked and in hypothermia.  I saved your life by getting your wet
clothes off and warming you up.  We both got carried away - you as much as
me.  Now you're treating me badly and blaming me for something you wanted?"

   Melissa remembered only fragments of the evening through a foggy haze:
speaking with Reggie, feeling nauseous, and being outside in freezing cold
- but most disturbing, his huge black penis and intercourse with him.  She
could not recollect when or how the sex began, but horribly graphic images
of their nightlong intimacy replayed in her mind like clips from a hardcore
adult video.  She sat up in the bed and brought her hand over her eyes in
disbelief.  She never did anything like this before.  She was married.  How
could she do this with another man - a strange black man?  She did not even
find black men attractive.  She prayed Reggie had used condoms with her,
and reached down under the blanket.  Her fingers found what she feared: the
crusty residue of his dried semen all over her body - on her tits and
stomach and most alarming of all, in her tiny patch of neatly trimmed pubic
hair.

   Reggie curiously waited for Melissa's response.  How much did she
remember from yesterday evening and did she believe the lies he fed her? 
Would she figure out he had slipped her a date rape drug?  She scooted over
creating distance between them and pulled more of the blanket around
herself.

   "You need to leave now."

   "I'm not leaving in this weather.  Besides, I don't want to end our
relationship," he replied with a sadistic grin, determined to finish
cultivating her latent taste for big black cock he knew all white women
possessed - and obtain easier access inside her panties.  "My cock is hard
again and needs more relief."

   Melissa could not believe what Reggie just said to her - speaking that
way with such vulgarity.  He hardly knew her and she was not that way.  He
was not going to "relieve" his nasty cock with her - ever.  "We don't have
a relationship and I can promise we are never having sex again.  What we
did last night was shameful and wrong.  I'm married and you took advantage
of me."

   She jumped from the bed with the blanket wrapped around her headed
toward the chiffonier for some clothes to put on.  She noticed her wet
pajama bottoms and panties wadded together on the floor and her pajama top,
missing a few buttons, a distance away.  Melissa tried to clear her head.
Did this disgusting pig tear the garments off her, haphazardly toss them,
and force himself on her?  She did not remember what happened last night,
but what else could explain her clothes strewn about the room this way?

   None of this appeared right or made any sense to Melissa.  Reggie's
story sounded more implausible the longer she thought about it.  Where was
her phone?  She needed to find her phone and call the police if he refused
to leave.

   Reggie gave Melissa inadequate time to clear her thoughts, still
scattered from the date rape drug.  Her contemptuousness aggravated him,
begged him to action.  He sprung from the bed and jerked the blanket off
her as she rummaged through her dresser with her back toward him.

   Melissa whipped around and glowered at Reggie a moment.  "Get out of my
house now or I'll call the police," she blustered as they stood facing each
other nude.  His eyes raked her body the same way they did the first time
he saw her in church, but this time her lack of clothing left her
completely exposed to his devouring stare.  Melissa suddenly realized her
nakedness and vulnerability.  She could not stop her eyes from wandering
down his flat stomach with its ripped abs and then descending even lower to
his impossible manhood.

   That grotesquely large penis had been inside her; it sickened her to
look at it hanging there in front of him now.  He belonged in a freak show.
How could something that huge be human or fit inside any woman?  Her mouth
hung open in disbelief.  She could not take her eyes off it.  His penis was
not even completely erect yet.  How did she possibly have intercourse with
him?

   Melissa was not contacting the police or anyone else because he had
taken her cellphone and the power cord to her computer; and she was not
going anywhere - except back in bed for another fuck session - because he
had taken her car keys as well.  From the back of her head, he twisted her
beautiful flaxen hair in his fist and pulled tightly, causing her head to
tilt backwards as his other hand squeezed her neck.

   "I can tell you like looking at big black cock, but I don't think you
understand the seriousness of our relationship," Reggie spit into her
terrified eyes.  "We've already banged a bunch of times last night and you
loved it.  You were cumming like crazy.  That makes us fuck buddies.  You
don't get to end this now just because you feel like it.  I have final say
in this matter and I think you're just another stuck up white bitch that
needs to be fucked by a nigger."

   He temporarily released her neck and slapped her face.  "Do I have your
attention?"

   His strike caused Melissa to see streaks of light.  "I'm your boyfriend
now.  Do you want to fuck your nigger boyfriend some more?" he sadistically
asked forcing her head to nod in reply.  "Of course you do.  Good girl -
you're learning quickly," he answered.

   It felt like her scalp tore open as he towed her by the hair across the
room.  His other hand returned around her neck and restricted her
breathing. She clawed her throat for precious air as he steered her to the
bed like some evil puppeteer.

   Obtaining air became Melissa's only concern.  After he released her
throat, she wheezed in the bed to catch her breath as he parted her legs.

   Reggie was eager to see her beautiful pussy in daylight - its intricate
folds and coloration obscured by darkness the previous night.  He ran his
fingers through her soft labia and spread them, revealing a delightful pink
matching her nipples - and her most sensual part, there for him to touch.
Delicately, he culled her clitoris.

   Reggie thought it ironic how women, superciliously and in denial of
their own sensuality, often accused men of thinking with their cocks.  He
found females susceptible and weak when touched certain places on their
bodies.  He could control the most conceited white woman by stroking her
love button the right way for her.

   But Melissa closed her legs cutting off his access to her special spot.

   "Keep your goddamn legs open," he furiously roared, slapping her thighs
until they glowed red and spread for him again.

   He straddled Melissa with his back towards her and tucked her thigh in
his arm to prevent it from re-closing as he played with her pussy.  "No,"
she finally managed hoarsely spitting out while slapping at his back with
absolutely no effect.  She fell on her pillow frustrated while he continued
manipulating her clitoris.  "No, please stop it," she cried shaking her
head side to side.  If only something was in reach to smash over his skull.


   Her clit slowly enlarged in his fingers and a soppy, slippery sheen that
came from her coated it.  She was still sobbing, although attenuated tears,
as he plied her clit and brought out its sensuous poignancy for her. 
"Shush, shush, shush, this isn't hurting you," he repeated as if trying to
soothe a baby.

   "Please, stop touching it," Melissa whimpered.

   A subtle undulation in her pelvis lasting only a second indicated that
the "little head" between her legs was awakening and beginning to give him
control.  He cultivated her "little head" more, piqued its interest with
sensations to think about.

   "You want me to stop touching it?" Reggie mocked as involuntary
undulations in her hips gradually increased in frequency and force from his
unrelenting strokes.  "That's right," he commented.  "It's going to feel
good."

   She hated him for making her body do this; hated Bill for leaving her
alone, hated herself for gullibly allowing Reggie into her house, and most
of all hated her body for betraying her.

   He stopped masturbating her and changed position.

   "What are you doing?" Melissa stupidly asked as he faced her with a
colossal erection and spread her legs again.  Her eyes took in his big
muscles bulging beneath the smooth black skin in his arms, chest and
stomach before landing on his increasingly familiar penis that looked like
a lengthy tree trunk with a humongous ball sac pendulously hanging beneath
it.

   Reggie answered with silence and a smile as he climbed between her legs
and lined up his cock with her opening.

   "No, please.  I can't do that with you again.  I'm married and I'm not
taking birth control."

   Melissa and Bill had been trying to have a child for some time.  Doctors
had explained that because of Bill's low sperm count, it would be
difficult, but possible for Melissa to conceive with him.  Unfortunately,
Bill had fallen down on the job with her and Reggie now rose to the
occasion.

   "I'll take it out before I cum," Reggie promised, his brown bulbous head
adjoining her moist pink opening, high voltage sparking between them as
their genitals touched.  Because of the date rape drug, Melissa had no
recollection of his unfulfilled promises to withdraw from her the previous
night.  She vaguely remembered repeated intercourse with him, but other
details of their intimacy escaped her and she remained ignorant of the
times he had already filled her pussy with his potent Negro sperm.  Melissa
panicked anyway.  She had to say something to stop him.

   "No, please, Reggie, I'll do anything else.  You're too big."

   "Sorry, baby, nothing else will do.  I've got to have your pussy some
more.  It's so fine."

   "Put on a condom then..."

   Melissa could not believe the words leaving her mouth.  She had just
asked him to wear a condom, but she was not consenting to intercourse with
him - something she would never do.

   "I don't have any; never use them.  It just isn't as intimate wearing
them.  I want you to feel me inside you, not latex."

   He was pushing into her and all Melissa could think about was if by some
remote chance Bill might have condoms somewhere in the house, but soon the
snugness of Reggie's humongous unsheathed cock stretching her tight cunt
let Melissa know it was too late, her hope futile.  To her chagrin, she was
feeling all of Reggie's enormous cock now in the manner he had wanted.

   "Oh, yea, your pussy feels so good," he exclaimed.  Reggie had acquired
a throbbing erection from masturbating Melissa.

   Melissa did not want to believe he was inside her, that a black man with
an absurdly large penis was fucking her - again.  Her contempt grew
especially for Bill.  If she became pregnant with Reggie's child it would
be Bill's fault for making her move to this isolated place and then leaving
her alone and vulnerable.  Bill had insisted on going with those bible
freaks and let this happen to her.

   Her pussy stretched around Reggie's cock.  His thrusts pulled its labia
in and out, giving her a combination of discomfort and piercing pleasure
unlike anything she had experienced with other men - including Bill's
modest size penis.  This was all wrong.  She hated what Reggie was doing to
her, so why was it starting to feel good?  "No, Reggie, take it out now,"
she pleaded.  "Please take it out of me."

   "In a little while, after you cum for me, baby."

   He repulsed her, expecting her to orgasm for him on top of everything
else.  Melissa refused to go that far but found herself dragged there by
him anyway, his cock rubbing so many sensual nerves in her vagina,
including that extra sensitive sweet spot she never knew existed before
underneath her clitoris as he fucked her.  "I can't," Melissa cried in
confusion, her eyes glassy with tears.  She hated him, she wanted his cock
out of her, but it kept feeling better...

   "No, Reggie, you said you would take it out now," she mewled, her
nipples poking into his chest, her pussy squeezing his cock, her hands
gliding up his muscular back.  Caught in multiple orgasms, she seemed to
forget her opposition and at times fucked back a little, although lacking
enthusiasm Reggie sought.  The bed squeaked rapidly and loudly enough to be
heard throughout the house.  Melissa's cries became erotic moans that
increased in volume.  Fortunately, no one was present for this sordid
chorus.  "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Reggie.  Please take it out of me."

   "I'll take it out in a little while.  Don't worry, baby." He started
gently nibbling her neck, working his way to her ear.

   "Oh, please don't.

   He held her head tightly preventing her from turning away, and his
tongue barged into her mouth.

   "Mm mph," Melissa tried to protest, his warm semen flooding her pussy
once more.

   *************

   Snow still fell outside.  Reggie and Melissa sat naked on the sofa next
to each other in front of the cold, flameless fireplace filled with ash. 
The power only recently returned.  They ran out of firewood over two days
ago, but shared each other's body heat against Melissa's wishes.

   "I want my phone back," Melissa commented almost emotionlessly as she
sat in the nude with his arm around her shoulders staring at the dark
fireplace as if there were flames in it.  Her jaw ached from where he had
slapped her earlier.  Light bruises covered both her nipples and her
buttocks.  If she resisted his advances, she suffered beatings that
resulted in intercourse with him anyway.

   "Who do you want to call?" Reggie asked.

   Melissa looked down, "No one, I just want it back."

   "I'll give it back to you later.  Now suck my cock some more."

   She turned and glared at him belligerently as his hand reached up behind
her neck.

   "No, I don't want to do that again."

   Her head shimmied as she tried to hold back and he pulled her towards
him.  She never engaged in oral sex because of its sinful nature, yet over
the past three days she received it and gave it repeatedly.

   "Don't fight it," Reggie said as he pushed her face into his lap.  This
was the third time giving him oral sex today.

   "Now take it in your mouth and suck it like you love it," he snarled,
irritated by her hesitation.

   She did not want to do this again but did not want another spanking
either, so she took Reggie's flaccid cock in her mouth and began sucking.

   "That's better," he said looking down at her blond hair and easing up on
the force he had been applying.  He held her head and began gently rubbing
her back with his other hand.  "You see how much better it is if you don't
resist me?  I don't want to hurt you.  I'll love you and treat you nice if
you treat me nice."

   "Uh-huh," Melissa moaned with a mouthful of cock.  She loathed him and
his disgusting phallus.  The side of her face soon rested between his
stomach and chest.  Like a flag on a pole, her head rose higher as his
organ enlarged and hardened, ultimately just its glans fitting in her
mouth. Her hands held his towering penis at its base while she ran her
tongue and lips along its shaft.  Forced for three days to give him head,
she started becoming good at it.  Her fingers gently rolled his big heavy
balls, which felt warm and soft.  The sound of her lips smacking together,
like someone impolitely eating with their mouth open, filled the room.

   "Make sure you swallow all of it this time," Reggie warned.  She
followed his cue, put her lips around its head again, and pumped its shaft.


   "That's it, like you love it," he reminded her.

   She hated this but he would hurt her if she didn't do it right.

   "Oh, yea, doesn't that taste good?" Reggie asked as Melissa passionately
made love to his penis with her mouth and hands and gulped down more
disgusting cream spurting from it.

   "Mhmm," she moaned.

   When he finished she retreated to the other end of the sofa with the
taste of his semen still in her mouth.  She did not understand how he could
make so much of it.  He had already cum twice this morning and she
swallowed five more mouthfuls now.  How could a man be this virile and
practically not need a refractory period?

   Reggie rose from the couch.  Melissa's eyes raked his big black muscular
body and landed on his flaccid cock, now hopefully satiated, hanging
pendulously in front of him.

   "What you're doing to me is wicked and despicable in the eyes of God,
Reggie.  You're hurting me and angering Him.  You need to stop this and
repent," she tried reasoning.  "You can still save your soul."

   While Melissa droned about sin and God, Reggie silently stood staring at
a thick metal cross that irritated him hanging on the living room wall by
the hallway entrance.

   "Will the Lord forgive me for what I've done?" Reggie asked remorsefully
as he went over to the annoying cross and took it off the wall.  It looked
perfect - highly polished with smooth rounded edges.

   "Yes if you're truly sorry and ask for his forgiveness."

   Melissa saw him with the cross in his hand.  "Do you want to pray with
that?"

   She appeared angelic to Reggie; he wanted to spoil her more, work on her
pussy, make her cum and defeat her persisting virtue.  "Are you going to
forgive me?" he asked.

   Melissa looked down and saw the nakedness Reggie forced her to stay in
and hesitated with her answer.  How could she ever forgive this?

   He sat down beside her and pulled her leg onto his lap.

   "What are you doing?" she squealed as he reached down to her open crotch
and began playing with her pussy.  "No, stop doing that - don't!"

   Accidentally forgetting his violent temperament, her hands instinctively
clawed at his wrist and he replied with another smack across her face.

   "Ow!  Oh God, no," Melissa cried rubbing her face as he began to
masturbate her.  She hated him touching her clitoris, making it sensitive
and her susceptible.  "Don't touch me there," she blubbered.  Slouched on
the sofa, she looked down between her legs and helplessly watched the
revolting yet increasingly familiar sight - her clitoris getting bigger and
harder between his fingers.

   "Please, oh, ooh, don't."

   "I'm making it feel good for you again, baby."

   She reluctantly became wet and so did the cross he took off the wall; he
inserted the end of it in her pussy and gently used it in her while
fingering her clit.  He wanted to humiliate her - distance her from God by
making this as sensuous as possible for her.  "Let's pray," he mocked. 
"Lord, Jesus, please help my girlfriend, Melissa, cum.  Thank you Lord -
Amen."

   Aghast, she watched him gracefully slide that cross in and out of her.
He did not stop until she did the blasphemous and debasing thing he had
prayed for - "Yes, God, Amen," he exclaimed each time she climaxed.

   Reggie made her orgasm three times: "Wow, my prayers were really
answered.  You came three times for the Holy Trinity.  You have something
in common with Jesus - you both cum on a cross.  I don't want to hear
another word about your non-existent God.  Did He answer your prayers,
Melissa?"

   Her prayers ignored as if God had abandoned her, Melissa remained
silent. A different entity seemed in control, rewarding Reggie while
punishing her.

   Melissa reached down between her legs and in disgust let the slippery
cross Reggie had left in her pussy fall from her hand on to the hardwood
floor with a thud.

   Reggie sat beside her on the sofa and she glanced at his horrendously
large penis.  He had acquired another erection.  How could he keep going
like this?  He could not be human!  He suddenly grabbed her arm, his
fingers digging into her flesh.

   "No, let me go!" Melissa yelped.

   "We're not finished yet.  Get on my lap," Reggie growled, jerking her to
him.

   Melissa thought she was out of tears, but she began crying anyway as she
straddled him.  "Please don't make me do that to you again."

   "But you're getting really good at it," he callously replied.

   Her hands gripped Reggie's shoulders.  Reggie wrapped his arm around her
petite waist, reached down and fumbled with his gigantic charcoal penis as
if it was the wrong key he tried fitting into a lock.  Finally, the head of
his behemoth cock found her pink, wet slit.  She felt it parting her lips -
slipping inside her!

   "Why are you doing this to me?" Melissa wept in frustration.  How long
would this monster continue tormenting her?

   Reggie left her question unanswered.  "We've done it this way before and
you know what to do," he said.  His hands on her firm buttocks slowly
guided them downward.

   "Ow, ow, it hurts," Melissa groaned.  Even after three days with him,
she still felt his cock opening her, filling her - and her pussy stretching
to accommodate it.

   "Nice and easy," Reggie cooed.  "That's it, you'll get used to it
again."

   Warm, salty tears running down her face landed on Reggie's shoulder and
muscular chest, like the first drops of a summer shower.  With his
assistance, she slowly began moving her pussy up and down his cock while
weeping.

   "Oh, that feels incredible, girl," Reggie exclaimed.

   Her tears subsided but she still loathed him.  She hated having his
abnormally huge cock inside her and giving it pleasure.  Worst of all, she
despised the pleasure his obscenely big penis began giving to her as she
acquired a rhythm.  More and more, with momentum building she found herself
riding him like a pogo stick and unable to stop.  She rose up - but each
time, not quite far enough with his strong hands on her ass - and slid back
down.

   "Doesn't that feel good?" Reggie asked.

   She bitterly stared into his cold, dark eyes that looked like obsidian,
and briefly noticed they reflected no light.  They were empty eyes like
those of a shark - heartless and predatory.  She abhorred doing this with
Reggie - forced to betray her husband, her vows of faithfulness, and join
to a foul and despicable animal, to surrender a physical intimacy that
seemed to border her soul, sensations that actually touched it, with
someone she detested - but her body began giving a much different answer.

   "Uh, ah, ah, oh, ah, ah, no," she mewled, her arms reaching around his
neck for support, her body pulled tightly against him, her pink pussy
traveling up and down his dark black dick it made wet and shiny like a
dipstick when removed from freshly changed motor oil.

   "That's it, baby, stop trying to fight it," Reggie encouraged, embracing
her smooth, white body in his black, muscular arms.  "You see how good big
black cock feels?"

   "Oh, God, no," she cried turning her head to the side to avoid his eyes,
her hold around his neck involuntarily tightening, her pussy beginning to
spasm and an obnoxious grin forming on his face.

   She felt dirty and ashamed when they finally finished.  Reggie rose from
the sofa and went to his backpack to retrieve her car keys and phone.

   "Here you go," he said with a confident smile handing her phone and keys
back.  "You can have them now."

   Melissa sat and silently stared at the useless items in her hand.  The
roads were icy and snowed in, so where would she drive?  The phone was out
of charge and did not work in the house.  Reggie kept the charger and she
could not get outside without drawing his attention.  Whom would she call
and what would she say?  This was a small town and everyone talked.  They
would all learn every flagitious detail of what Reggie did to her and she
would become the subject of gossip - malicious lies.  Bill could never
handle it and neither could she.

   ************************

   By the time her bruises from not cooperating those first days started
fading, the snow thawing, Melisa began finding sex with Reggie less
unpleasant and her situation with him slightly bearable - similar to if he
had forced her to smoke cigarettes with him until she started acquiring the
habit herself.  It was all part of Reggie's plan.  From his days recruiting
prostitutes, he knew the longer women practiced a vice, the less
distasteful it became for them.  For a young, faithful wife like Melissa,
frequency and hours spent engaging in illicit sex - even if forced -
directly correlated with her growing acceptance and comfort doing it.  With
her husband away for three weeks, Reggie had both the opportunity and time
with Melissa that he needed.

   It was an unusually cold fall even for this northern climate and it took
a week for the snow to melt.  The sky remained cloudy and the days gloomy
with rain.  Reggie stared at Melissa from across the kitchen table.  He had
just finished fucking her on it and they both sat naked.

   She was beautiful and young and he took her whenever he wanted.  He
refused to leave, and her previously tidy home deteriorated into a mess of
dirty dishes piled high in the sink and clothes strewn all over the house.
She could not keep anything on very long without him undressing her -
jeans, shirts, pajamas, and underwear in the various locations where he had
taken them off her and had sex with her: the kitchen table, the couch, the
living room floor, and of course the bed.

   He demanded sex constantly, leaving Melissa little time to pick up or
clean.  It disgusted her to fornicate with him like this and embarrassed
her to have her house in such disarray with her panties right here on the
kitchen table.  This was not her lifestyle.  At least no one had been by to
see the mess or witness all their sinful intercourse.  With the snow
finally melting she thought Reggie would leave.  She would try to forget
the disgusting things he made her do with him and put the entire ordeal
behind her before Bill returned.  It would be better to live with this
secret than share the embarrassing truth with anyone.  In this small
community, everyone talked.

   "I think I'll stay until your husband gets back," Reggie sneered.  "You
need to write him a nice letter telling him what a good, strong Christian I
am."

   Reggie's audacity flabbergasted her and she looked at him incredulously.

   "Start writing!" Reggie snapped.  He dictated the letter as Melissa
wrote:

   "Dear Bill,

   "I miss you dearly.  I hope things are going well in Peru.  Please give
Scott, Larry, Lisa, and Rev.  Doyle my best.  We had an early blizzard
right after your departure.  You left just in time.  The power was out for
two days, but that new parishioner at our church, Reggie Johnson, cut extra
firewood and shoveled snow for me.  With the bad weather, I have been
reluctant to go on the roads and have not attended church.  Reggie lives
nearby and comes by to study bible with me.  We pray together often and
have become very close friends.  He is a strong Christian and a good man. I
like him very much and I'm certain you will like him too once you get to
know him.

   "I know I tried to discourage you from going on this mission.  I should
not have been so selfish with you.  I'm glad you went now.  This is what
God wanted you to do and I will not stand in your way for future trips. 
Sometimes, God's plans are not clear to us until we have the luxury of
hindsight.  You are sharing the Lord's word in Peru and I am sharing it
here with Reggie.  You and I are spreading the good news in different ways.
Reggie has only recently discovered Jesus, but he is a quick learner.

   "That's about all I have to share for now.  I've been doing lots of
things around the house which have made the past week pass very quickly. 
Even though it seems like it will be an eternity now, I know the time will
fly and we will be together soon.

   "Remember I Love You and I am Always Faithfully Yours,

   "Melissa"

   Reggie sealed her letter in an envelope and made her put a lipstick
imprint of her kiss on it.

   When she finished the letter, he pulled her into his arms, and their
naked bodies touched.  She recoiled slightly from his big flaccid cock
against her tummy as he hugged her, dreading sex with him again, especially
after what he just made her write to Bill.  The note was both incriminating
and filled with perverted double meanings.

   "Would you like to go to town to mail this and get some supplies?"
Reggie asked almost conciliatorily.  Relieved that he was not about to
invade her pussy with his huge black cock again, her tiny body relaxed in
his arms.  She looked up into his face with her limpid blue eyes and
nodded.

   ****************

   It was a raw, gloomy day as they trekked a short distance from her house
through the leaden forest.  A carpet of dead, wet leaves scrunched like
crumpling paper as they trampled on it.  Reggie had hid his truck off the
main road just beyond her property behind some brush.  She remembered him
telling her it had skid from the road during the storm and became stuck. 
Yet here it was carefully parked and drivable.

   "I thought you told me your truck slid off the road and was stuck,"
Melissa said, her voice containing irritation.

   A big grin revealed the whitest teeth, which appeared even brighter
against his dark complexion.  "I was playing you," Reggie replied.

   She angrily stared at the grey blur of dormant trees passing by her
passenger window as he drove them along the lonely stretch of highway to
town.  It became obvious that Reggie had planned the whole thing and
drugged her that first night to get in her pants, which brought her
thoughts back to Bill - none of this would be happening if Bill had stayed
home.  She prayed to God to take away her anger with Bill, to make this
coerced and depraved relationship with Reggie end, to prevent her from
becoming pregnant with Reggie's baby.

   Reggie's wipers set too low and allowing drizzle to build up on the
windshield - until she could barely see out the window - irritated Melissa
and ended her silent appeal to God.  "Turn your wipers higher so we don't
have an accident," she snapped.

   "You're afraid of us having an accident?" Reggie quipped.

   "Yes, make them go faster," she replied, naively missing his double
entendre referring to an unplanned pregnancy.  A sheltered life had
maintained innocence in Melissa that in many ways reflected her youthful
appearance rather than her actual age of 27.

   He shook his head while rolling his eyes, and switched the wipers to a
higher setting - "Happy?"

   "Thank you."

   They reached town late in the afternoon and Reggie dropped her letter to
Bill into a mailbox they passed on the way to a Family Foods Supermarket.
Melissa prayed she would not meet anyone from church while he pushed the
cart for her in the store.  She stopped in front of the section where they
sold contraceptives and quickly scanned the wide and confusing selection of
condoms.  She tremulously pulled a box of the largest sized rubbers from
the shelf and buried them furtively beneath other items in the cart while
he watched without commenting.

   Melissa hurriedly threw the items from her cart on the black conveyor
belt.  They made it all the way to the checkout without meeting anyone from
church when she heard a shrill voice behind her.

   "Melissa Morgan, is that you?"

   Melissa froze with her back towards the voice as if she had just been
caught committing burglary.

   "Melissa?"

   Melissa closed her eyes, inhaled and turned toward the voice.

   "Hi Melissa, how are?" Kelly Ward asked with a smile that looked like
she was about to shout hallelujah.  "I haven't seen you at church for a
while.  Have you heard from Bill?  Is everything okay?"

   "Hi Kelly, everything is fine," Melissa answered as she saw Kelly
inquisitively look at Reggie as if he was some sort of insect that needed
to be squashed.  "We just had all that early snow and I've been catching up
on things."

   "I'm sorry, you look familiar.  Have we met before?" Kelly asked Reggie,
practically ignoring Melissa's reply.

   Sweat formed in Melissa's palms and armpits as she worried Kelly might
see the box of triple extra-large condoms among her purchases.  "I'm sorry,
this is my friend, Reggie Johnson; he's the new parishioner at the church,"
Melissa said hoping to keep Kelly distracted.

   "Are you two here together?" Kelly asked noticing how close Reggie stood
to Melissa.

   "The battery in my car died - probably from all this cold weather - and
Reggie brought me here to get some shopping done," Melissa blurted before
Reggie had a chance to speak and say too much.

   Kelly's eyes widened for a second.  "I see," she replied, her demeanor
noticeably changing as she saw the cashier scan Melissa's box of condoms.
"I guess it was nice seeing you," she coolly added, leaving for another
checkout line with no waiting.

   "Shit," Melissa sighed.

   ***************

   Reggie and Melissa made their return trip in his truck down the long
stretch of lonely wooded highway.  A full moon, with its luminous face
intermittently covered by veils of varying transparency, played
hide-and-seek behind clouds that raced across a cold evening sky.

   Melissa and Reggie said little to each other as he drove.  Melissa
stared out the window at the scene occurring in the black sky between the
moon and clouds.  She thought about what had happened earlier with Kelly
Ward at the Family Foods Supermarket.  Melissa wondered if Kelly saw the
box of condoms and suspected Reggie was fucking her, or was she just being
her typical stuck-up self?  Perhaps Kelly assumed Reggie was buying them
for someone else.  Melissa tried to remember when Kelly checked out and if
she saw Melissa pay for everything.

   "I think Kelly Ward suspects something is happening between us, "Melissa
remarked, hoping the possibility of others knowing of their illicit
relationship would persuade Reggie to end it now.

   "Something is happening between us, baby doll.  We're fucking each
other, remember?"

   What he said so crudely was not true, Melissa thought.  There was
nothing between them.  He forced her to fuck him.  She was not doing it
willingly as he inferred, even if her body physically responded to him.

   The truck started slowing half way home in the middle of nowhere. 
Reggie turned down a path Melissa had never seen before running through the
forest.

   "Where are you going?" she asked apprehensively.

   "A little spot I discovered a few months back I come to every once in a
while."

   As he drove further into the bowels of the gloomy forest, leafless
cinereous branches descended from all directions into the narrow path and
scratched their roof, underneath their floorboard and at the sides of their
truck as if clawing for them.  A short distance ahead foreboding darkness
quickly swallowed the headlight beams, as if they were descending some deep
cave, which sparked a claustrophobic panic in Melissa.

   "I don't like it out here, Reggie, please go back.  I want to go home."

   "Just a little further."

   "No, we might get stuck."

   "We won't."

   They reached a meadow and beyond that, a lake Reggie parked beside that
looked like a pool of inky blackness with an audience of cattails waving at
them in the cold breeze from across its distant shore.

   Reggie turned off his truck and there was silence.  The moon came out
from behind its cloudy curtain and painted a scene in silver with its
reflection glinting in the water.

   "Why did you bring us out here?  It's creepy.  Let's go," she nervously
petitioned, the moonlight giving her face an ashy appearance.

   His arm reached around her shoulders and drew her to him as she tried
pulling away.

   "No, leave me alone.  Don't touch me anymore.  It's not right and I
don't like you.  There's nothing between us; I'm married to Bill, not you.
Stop forcing me to have sex with you.  I want to go home."

   "What do you mean you don't like me?  We're fuck buddies, remember?  I'm
your boyfriend.  I enjoy your tight, white pussy and you enjoy my big black
cock.  I don't give a shit if you're married.  I thought we had that
straightened out already," Reggie irately replied.  "Why did you buy those
condoms then?"

   Melissa embarrassingly looked away without answering.  She did not want
to keep having sex with him.  She bought condoms because he would not stop
forcing himself on her.  Where did he ever get the idea she liked his big
black cock?  He made her sick and she despised intercourse with him.  Most
of all, she feared pregnancy.  Condoms would at least be a tenuous barrier
between them and a thin partition of safety separating their genitals and
the potential consequences of complete intimacy.

   Reggie's hand went to unbutton her jeans.

   "No, I don't want to do that with you anymore," she protested as he
pulled at her pants.

   "Lift up and let me get them off you," Reggie demanded, ignoring her.

   She unwillingly raised her butt rather than risk angering him.

   She sat naked from the waist down and then he raised her shirt over her
head and unclasped her bra.

   "No, leave me alone.  I want to go home without you," Melissa pleaded,
now naked, cold and curled into a ball.

   "Let me eat your pussy or you can walk your naked, white ass home from
here," Reggie growled.

   Why did he have to keep calling her vagina a "pussy"?  She hated that
vulgar word that sounded so disrespectful and perverted.

   He shoved her toward the passenger door.

   She could not go out in the cold, ghastly woods by herself and walk
miles through that scary darkness.  She hesitantly lay back, her shoulders
against the door, and let him put her left leg over the back of the bench
seat while pushing her right thigh open.

   She looked down in disgust at her spread legs as his tongue entered her
slit and he nuzzled her tiny golden brown bush that appeared black in the
moonlight, her hands suddenly useless appendages that awkwardly pushed at
his head with no effect.

   "No, please, don't," she cried.  "Oh - not there."

   She pushed against Reggie's head while his tongue kept playing with her
clit, her cries gradually transforming into reluctant moans, her hands
slowly accepting the presence of his face in her crotch and coming to rest
in his kinky black hair.  She closed her eyes and began to orgasm.

   That's it, baby, you see how much fun it is having a fuck buddy?  Reggie
thought as he watched her face contort.  He gave Melissa three solid
orgasms before stopping to remove his own clothes.

   "What are you doing?  We need to get back.  It's getting really late and
it's eerie out here."

   "Why are you scared?" Reggie asked.  "I'll protect you, baby," he added
ironically as Melissa apprehensively stared at the thing she feared most -
his gigantic black penis, rock hard and ready for her.

   "Please, no, Reggie.  This isn't right and I don't want to."

   "Get on top this time," Reggie replied dragging her to his lap."

   Melissa reached over to her purse and pulled out the box of rubbers she
had purchased earlier.

   "What are you doing?" Reggie agitatedly asked.

   "I'm not having unprotected sex with you anymore.  You need to wear this
for me." She tried handing him a condom packet.

   "No, you'll have to put it on me," Reggie grudgingly replied refusing to
take it.

   Melissa struggled to unroll the latex sheath, which stretched over
Reggie's long, thick shaft, inadequately accommodating it.  These were
triple extra-large condoms, the biggest the store carried, yet they didn't
fit his penis and strained to cover less than half of his full erection.

   "Okay, you got it all safely wrapped up, now put it in your pussy and
start fucking."

   "Fuck" was another word she hated as much as "pussy" and wished he would
stop using.  As he slouched in the seat, she hesitantly lowered herself
onto his latex-covered penis, her hand guiding it into her wet slit.  Why
did he insist on making her have sex when she felt no affection for him? 
How could she make him stop?  "Ooh," she murmured as she began humping with
a sheath thinner than gossamer separating their genitals.  She still
disliked him, but perhaps not as much as before.

   Reggie patiently allowed Melissa to seduce herself on his pole of
pleasure.

   "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," she softly mewled.

   "That's it, baby.  Keep moving.  Doesn't that feel good?"

   "No, I don't like it," Melissa insincerely gasped, her pussy growing
more sensitive to the delightful friction from his cock.

   She was in the midst of orgasm when Reggie lifted her off him.

   "Are you done?" Melissa asked bewilderedly, his pleasure-giving penis
abruptly removed from her.

   "I'll get on top now," Reggie said raising Melissa's thighs and
spreading them wide.

   "Uh - okay," she agreed docilely, hormones in her body dictating the
completion of their unfinished act.

   As he aimed his cock with her opening and prepared to slide back in, he
yanked off the tightly fitting condom, letting it fall to the floor.

   "What are you doing?" Melissa carped.

   "It feels better this way," Reggie replied as he returned into her
bareback.

   "Ooh, God, no," she panted, her pussy treated to the raw flesh of his
big black cock again, their genitals sharing much more sensation
wonderfully amplified without the dulling effect of latex.  Melissa knew
this pleasure came with a cost, their genitals exchanging more than
physical feelings, but also body fluids, DNA, and germs each of them
carried.  It was beautiful, disgusting and wrong all at the same time. 
"Take it out," she whispered unconvincingly.

   "I know, baby, in a little while," he answered nibbling his way up her
neck and to her ear.  Melisa felt further tangled in a knot with him.  She
tried turning her face, but he forced her to French kiss.  Her hands pushed
at his sides a few times before giving up and falling into an embrace. 
They had already had so much sex without protection, what difference did
one more time without it make?

   Parked near the lakeshore where gentle waves born from wintry night
breezes met their early demise, Reggie's truck bounced as if its wheels
were driving on a heavily cratered road, its fogged windows shades of
privacy for the passions within.

   They fucked until the wee hours of the night, Melissa having felt the
warm spurts of Reggie's jism against her cervix, her pussy filled with his
cum.  When they finally finished, she retreated to her side of the truck as
far from him as possible, and fell asleep against the passenger side
window.

   Reggie stealthily took the box of condoms from her purse while she slept
- a piece of litter discarded from his speeding truck onto the long winding
road at night without a single witness.

   ***********

   Early morning entered her room in horizontal slivers of light through
the tightly drawn blinds, interrupting dreams that stubbornly lingered in
Melissa's eyes as she slowly wakened to harsh reality.  Through her
pajamas, she felt Reggie's morning erection against her thigh and his arm
across her chest.  She cringed.  He was nude and laying partially on top of
her.  They relieved his hard-ons every morning by committing adultery and
fucking, an act she once found revolting, but now started accepting with
him.  She began to feel like a receptacle for all the sperm his huge
testicles produced that he needed to ejaculate.  Remaining motionless to
avoid rousing him, her eyes pendulously scanned the room for her purse,
which contained the box of condoms she had purchased yesterday evening at
Family Foods Supermarket.  To her relief the handbag was on the nightstand
beside her bed.  Last night was absolutely the last time she would take any
more chances having unprotected sex with him.

   Her relief was short lived, soon replaced with rivulets of tears that
flowed from her blue eyes down the sides of her face and into her soft
flaxen hair.  She realized how far things had gone with Reggie - that she
had bought condoms to have sex with a black man who was not her husband. 
Reggie had no right seducing her like this.  It was horribly wrong.  She
had to find some way to end this relationship sooner than when Bill
returned.  She could not continue living this way for another two weeks.

   The thought of involving law enforcement, of having every lurid detail
of what Reggie made her do with him become public, led to Melissa's
inaction, however.  Bill would never forgive her once he learned all the
depraved things she did with a black man.

   She was done with prayers.  She hated God - if God actually even existed
- for letting this happen.  The reply to every prayer she made was more sex
with Reggie as if God was a perverted Devil bent on destroying her marriage
by pairing her with a depraved black man possessing the hugest cock in the
world.

   Reggie yawned and his hand slowly began fondling her breast through the
smooth silk of her pajamas.  The sex would begin again in a few minutes if
she couldn't get away.  Melissa tried to sneak from the bed, but Reggie
grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the twisted sheets.

   "Whoa, where are you trying to go?  My cock is really hard and achy this
morning.  I need to cum to get rid of this," he said pulling back his
blanket to show his enormous erection curved slightly and black like a
giant, over-ripe plantain.  He pushed her to lie down and pulled at her
pajama bottoms.

   "Why don't you try masturbating yourself instead of doing it to me all
the time?  I don't want to keep having sex with you," Melissa replied
holding her pajama bottoms.  He pried them out of her hands, yanked them
off, and tossed them on the floor with all the other garments he had
removed from her over the past week.

   "That's a good idea," he said as he lifted up her top to suck on her
cute, pink nipples.  Her body was perfect like a Barbie Doll.

   "No, you need to stop and leave now and don't come back.  Stop it," she
cried.

   He paid no attention to her and sucked on her nipples until each
hardened in his mouth.  He descended lower, lifted her leg, and ran his
fingers through her soft damp folds.

   "No, I mean it.  I'm going to call the police if you don't stop," she
blustered helplessly, fearful he might hurt her if she resisted too much.

   "You're the one that mentioned masturbation, so you must want me to do
it to you again," Reggie answered.

   "No, please don't touch me there anymore."

   "What?  You don't like me touching this?" he cooed softly rubbing her
clitoris.

   "Stop it - please!" she wailed twisting her hips as he held her legs
apart, her fists sinking into the mattress as she pounded them on it.

   "I'll just touch it for a little while, baby - so we both have boners.
I'm going to make your clit nice and hard like my cock.  Let's see how you
feel about things once I make you this way."

   "Oh, God, please!" Melissa cried, his fingers waking her clit to their
presence, making it more appreciative of touch - bringing her toward a
state of arousal equivalent to his own.  "Don't make it that way."

   The masturbation slowly drained the fight from Melissa and her writhing
subsided.  His gentle unrelenting caresses had simmered her down while
building a different type of tension centered in her loins:

   "See how frustrated you would feel if I suddenly stopped stroking it and
left you like this?" Reggie asked with her clit firm and receptive between
his leisurely fingers.  "You would be compelled to satisfy this awful itch
I'm giving you - the way I feel now and every time I have erections, which
is often.  I can't help myself.  My cock always hardens and aches.  It
hurts badly if I don't take care of it.  God created me this way then
demands abstinence while placing females like you, with beautiful bodies
capable of alleviating my suffering, tantalizingly close," he explained
apologetically.

   Melissa did not reply, but for those few moments, she almost understood
Reggie while he continued soothingly manipulating her engorged clitoris,
making it firmer and even more receptive to touch - turning her to mush. 
She could not let him make her that way.  He was obsessed with sex.  He was
sick and trying to give her his mental illness.

   "Please stop touching me there," Melissa sobbed.

   "I'm sorry, baby.  I know I've made you very sensitive and it's feeling
really good for you now.  I'm not going to stop."

   "Ooh, God - no."

   Melissa tried to fight it, but Reggie brought her to the verge of
orgasm, and then abruptly stopped masturbating her.  "You ready to fuck
now?" he asked, lifting her thighs and spreading them wide.

   "No, please wait," Melissa implored, reaching over for her purse.

   "What are you looking for?" Reggie asked.  He already knew what she
sought - the box of rubbers - but she was not ever going to find them.  His
meaty, black cock waited between her legs ready to slide into her moist,
pink slit.

   "I can't find the condoms.  Where are they?" she panicked.

   "I don't know baby, but I can't wait anymore," Reggie replied slipping
his bareback cock into her pussy again.

   "Ooh, Reggie, no - I can't keep doing it like this."

   "Yes you can, baby.  No one is going to find out."

   "Ooh, oooooooh, you don't understand," Melissa mewled, his big fat cock
working into her.  It felt so good rubbing underneath her clit and against
the many other innervations in her pussy, pulling her tightly stretched
labia in and out.  This was all wrong, but her body seemed to appreciate
this immoral act a little more each time they performed it.

   "There's nothing to understand.  If it feels good, do it.  Just enjoy my
big black cock and don't worry about anything."

   "Ooh, oooh, promise you'll take it out of me this time before you cum."

   "Of course I will, baby."

   ******************

   Melissa squandered precious days looking for missing condoms and having
more unprotected sex.  She avoided the long journey into town because she
did not want anyone else to see her with Reggie purchasing prophylaxes
again.  Everyone knew she and Bill were trying to have a baby.  With her
husband out of town, why would she be with a black man buying any type
protection?

   It had been one of the coldest falls in memory with a record amount of
snow.  Just as the cold white remains of the previous blizzard melted into
water and soaked into the ground, more snow blanketed the earth and Melissa
missed her opportunity to go anywhere for anything, including purchasing
additional rubbers.

   In flickering radiance, Reggie gave Melissa oral sex on the floor in
front of the crackling fireplace, as its flames - tongues that glowed
orange and yellow - licked the air and exhaled their hot breath into the
living room.  "Are you ready for me?" Reggie asked.  Snowed in again they
had spent weeks together, and had passed many hours sharing body heat.

   She turned her head to the side, bit her fist, but failed to answer.  As
lewd and distasteful as intercourse with Reggie had once been to Melissa,
he had worn her down.  Gradually, the unwanted physical intimacy became
more.  It kept her warm during cold nights, saved her from being alone. 
Her body fed his ferocious passion, and that passion filled a void that had
been forming in Melissa's heart from Bill's absence.

   At some point, their physical intimacy seemed to cross a threshold
becoming something that resembled friendship.  Their conversations once
limited to the vulgarities of sex, evolved to broader topics.  What began
as rape had become lovemaking and an adulterous affair.

   She was married to Bill, but perhaps she could love another man too.

   He gripped behind her knees, pushed them to her chest until her cute,
round ass rose off the floor.  He spread her thighs.  Her tight wet pussy
barely managed to take his entire cock.

   "Oh, yea, your pussy feels so good."

   "Ooh, ooh - I don't know about this, Reggie." She bit the corner of her
bottom lip.  She was confused, but his big black cock felt so good inside
her pussy.  A feeble voice tried reminding her it was wrong.  Her body
contradicted her brain, however, and conveyed desire for him by her hips
attempting to meet his; by her hands tracing the muscles in his back
leading to an embrace; by her pussy contracting around his cock in
uncontrolled spasms; by her warm wet mouth receiving his tongue as its own.

   Less than one week before Bill's return Melissa succumbed to Reggie's
decadence, and Reggie fully indulged her acceptance.  He had not found a
white woman yet he could not spoil.

   Melissa woke as early dawn faintly mentioned sunrise through traces of
light that turned the remains of night into shadows fleeing a house as
still as a grave.  Reggie peacefully slept beside her.  They had spent
their last evening together.  The bed sheets needed to be changed and a lot
of cleaning done in preparation for Bill's return tomorrow.  Reggie was
leaving and the adultery with him would finally end.  She told herself she
would forget all the sinful things she did with Reggie and resume a normal
Christian life with her husband.

   However, she also woke with a wet pussy that craved one last sample of
Reggie's incredible black cock.  Just a little peek, Melissa thought,
carefully pulling down Reggie's sheet as he slept and admiring his gorgeous
morning erection, so familiar she could sketch it from memory in minutest
detail down to every vein.  Bill's pathetic little penis did not compare to
Reggie's colossal manhood.

   Her own feelings revolted her.  Melissa tried stopping herself but could
not resist.  Her fingers lightly grazed Reggie's hard-on, trailing the
warm, smooth hunk of dark flesh that curved slightly like a big over-ripe
plantain.  It looked so beautifully masculine, yet caused Reggie so much
discomfort unrelieved.  Adultery might be a sin, but she did not want him
to suffer.

   Something was wrong with Melissa.  Perhaps an evil entity possessed her.
How could she want such a horrible thing?  She kept caressing his big hard
penis as he slumbered, unable to stop herself - her soft strokes leading to
gentle tugs.  His cock was mesmerizing - long, heavy and so thick her hands
barely fit around it.

   Reggie's penis played an unusually realistic role in his dreams this
morning with recollections of taking Melissa so vivid they dragged him from
deep slumber and languor, through opened eyes, to the world where light
celebrated her face more enthusiastically each moment, as if she was the
rising sun itself.

   She watched his eyes open, look at her appreciatively, and she knew she
was doing the right thing.

   "I'm sorry," she said in embarrassment, still unable to stop herself
from stroking him.  "But I know how painful your erections become." She put
her lips around the head of Reggie's cock and began sucking while tenderly
pumping his shaft.  "Mmhmm, ah, uh-huh."

   Tilting his head back in the pillow and closing his eyes, Reggie
exclaimed, "Oh, baby, that feels good."

   "Is it feeling better?" she asked continuing to jerk on his pole.

   "Oh, baby, yes, keep doing that.  It's wonderful."

   She took the head of his cock back into her mouth, one hand still on his
shaft, her other descending to his scrotum and fondling his bull-size
testicles.  They were so large and heavy compared with Bill's gonads, and
full of sperm.

   Reggie's gigantic penis was a curse, constantly tormenting him with
painful erections he could not control or relieve himself.  His need for
women to alleviate its throbbing grew worse if ignored, until it became all
he thought about, like morphine to the severe burn victim.  It was a curse
that spread to the unfortunate female victim of its relief, like a mildly
venomous snake that causes hallucination with repeated bites - only his
phallus caused deception and seduction and ultimately poisoned the healthy
relationships of the women it invaded.  "Mmmmmm, uh-huh," Melissa moaned as
she suckled more of its deadly venom and fell prey to its charms.

   "I know what will make it feel even better." She climbed up and
straddled him.

   "Let me put it in here," she said inserting the head of his cock into
her juicy slit.  She slowly lowered herself, her pussy sliding down his
long rod, taking it inside her.  "Ooh, oooooh, uh-huh," she moaned, rising
up and down, feeling herself stretch, and incrementally fitting more of him
inside her.

   "That feels nice.  Keep doing that," Reggie said placing his hands on
her flowing hips.

   "Uh, ah, it's so big," Melissa moaned.

   "Oh, I know, baby, and you're so tight.  That's incredible.  Keep
moving. Oh, yea, just like that."

   "Ooh, ooooh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Reggie." She lay on top of him
with her chest flat against his and they kissed.  He kept one hand on her
narrow waist; his other went between her butt cheeks and rubbed her asshole
as she humped him.  His long, fat cock sliding in and out against her wet,
silky lips created pleasure so intense the only thing that mattered was
getting more of it.  The past, present and future vanished; only their
heavy breathing and the velocity between them existed.

   "Oh, I'm going to cum, baby!"

   "Ooh, ooooh, ooooooh, Reggie."

   "Oh, yea, that feels good," he groaned flooding Melissa's pussy.

   Her hips slowed, then stopped, and she lay languidly on top of him
stroking his muscular chest with her hand, their time together dwindling
like his erection.

   **********************

   He was finally gone.  After their morning sex, he spent the day helping
her clean and left that afternoon.  The affair with Reggie - the horrible,
sinful acts he forced her to perform with him countless times until she
became complaisant - was over, relegated to the past after three long weeks
in Hell.

   Unfortunately, part of Melissa found Hell with Reggie appealing.  Her
blue eyes looked like they contained tiny sparks as they reflected the
dimming flames from the fireplace she silently watched while the room
became darker.  The fire needed tending, but her eyelids mimicking the
dying flames fell lower and she remained languorously on the sofa.  Melissa
thought the damage with Kelly Ward was repairable and she could explain it
innocently to Bill if necessary.

   She grew colder.  Melissa disliked being alone in this drab house in the
middle of nowhere.  Did she actually miss Reggie?  She wondered how she
could possibly have feelings for a black man who violently raped her
repeatedly.  She found herself getting wet musing about his big black cock
and quickly put the sinful thoughts out of her mind.  Bill would be back in
the morning and her life would finally return to normal.  Melissa remained
on the couch and drifted off to sleep.  **********

   The chug of Reverend Doyle's SUV outside woke Melissa.  She jumped from
the sofa where she had fallen asleep during the night, and hurried outside
where Bill stood with his suitcases as the SUV pulled away.  "Oh, I missed
you so much," Melissa cried as they embraced in the crisp morning air, the
eastern sky crayoned orange by approaching dawn.

   Bill held her tightly.  "I missed you too, Melissa.  It's great to be
back." She was always lovely, but during his three weeks away, she became
more beautiful, like a great work of art appreciated after the passage of
time.  He had left a warm summer in South America and greeted the bitter
winter here with a shiver.  "It's freezing.  Let's go inside and get caught
up," he said as the first rays of the rising sun showered them in gold.

   While Melissa and Bill spent the day together catching up, Reggie woke
alone in his bed without anyone to help alleviate his erection.  He missed
Melissa's tight, silky cunt, her gorgeous body and her innocent
conversations.  He needed her.

   By evening, Melissa and Bill reoccupied their usual spots on the sofa,
and sat exactly where they did three weeks ago before Bill's departure -
when he read Mattthew 25:35 - 25:40 to her.  On the surface, everything
seemed to be back to normal for Melissa.

   "I'm not going on a long trip like that again without you.  Next time
you'll have to come with me," Bill said.  "It was God's work and I'm glad I
went, but I worried about you here by yourself with all the bad weather. 
Thank God, that Reggie fellow you mentioned in your letter helped you.  He
sounds like a good strong Christian.  You will have to introduce me to him
tomorrow at church so I can personally thank him for taking care of you. 
Maybe we can have him over for dinner or something."

   Bill had no clue how well Reggie took care of Melissa.  She tried
burying her memory of him, but its corrupt corpse kept rising from the
grave she dug like a zombie hungry for flesh.  What they did lingered in
her mind haunting her.

   She had forgotten about the letter that almost canonized Reggie he had
made her write to Bill.  How could she face Reggie again with Bill present
after what they did together so many times while Bill was gone? 
Nevertheless, she could not let Bill know anything was wrong or he might
suspect something occurred.  She changed the subject:

   "You must be exhausted between jetlag and travelling all night.  Can't
we take tomorrow off from church?  We can spend a romantic day just the two
of us."

   Occasionally his wife suggested something stupid, like trying to talk
him out of going on the mission in the first place, Bill thought.  However,
the Bible explained that this was not Melissa's fault - she was a woman,
and like all women, a sensuous descendant of Eve more susceptible than man
to temptation.  He would protect them by avoiding Adam's mistake,
exercising his better judgment, and not following Melissa's advice
obviously originating from The Great Deceiver.

   "Absolutely not - I can't believe you would suggest we miss church after
I haven't gone in weeks and Reverend Doyle is expecting everyone who went
on the mission to be there to tell the congregation about it," Bill
admonished.

   At night, the bed felt peculiar to Melissa and Bill for very different
reasons.  While for three weeks in Peru Bill had missed Melissa's
companionship along with the luxuries of soft sheets and a comfortable
mattress, at home Melissa grew accustomed to sleeping with someone much
larger than Bill and pleasuring her far more.

   The faint glow of a nightlight outside their bedroom allowed Bill to
study Melissa's delicate features partially obscured by shadows.  Her eyes
had closed and her chest gently rose and fell with whispered breaths that
calmed him like the voice of cascading water in a lazy brook.  His hand
landed on her soft, perky breast.

   Melissa journeyed through that early stage of sleep where a medley of
scenes that took place during her day played back from her subconscious
like rambling echoes on her way to deeper slumber, when Bill's touch
abruptly brought her back.  For a moment, she thought she was with Reggie,
but then almost disappointedly realized it was Bill fondling her erect
nipple through the soft silk of her pajamas.  It had been months since they
last made love, and of all times for him to want sex, now was when she
desired him least, her memory of Reggie still so fresh it felt like Bill
was tearing off a newly formed scab without allowing the wound to heal.

   "I'm really tired, honey," Melissa mumbled, the physical desire she once
had for him lost like an appetite for salad immediately after devouring
chocolates.

   Bill persisted and before long was inside her.  Melissa wished she could
enjoy being with him again, but something had changed in her.  She thought
she still loved Bill, but their chemistry was not working.  Sex felt
inappropriate with him, like they were siblings instead of husband and
wife.

   Bill's size, which had never concerned her before, seemed so inadequate
now, only hinting at pleasures far beyond his ability to produce.  Melissa
performed her wifely duties convincingly.  In less than five minutes Bill
finished, rolled over, and went to sleep, leaving her with a frustrating
and unrelieved discomfort similar to what Reggie had described experiencing
with his erections.

   For three weeks, Reggie had instilled his bad habits in her; Melissa
needed an orgasm.

   Unable to stop thinking about Reggie and his big black cock while Bill
slept, she slipped out of bed, her willowy figure a silhouette against the
pale glow from the nightlight down the hallway as she tiptoed from their
bedroom.

   She eased the door shut, silently turned its lock, and felt her way
inside the bathroom where she touched herself to try to alleviate the
engorged clitoris Bill selfishly left her.  How did it get this way?  The
sex with Bill was lousy.  Reggie taught her this disgusting habit.  She
felt dirty and perverted and began to cry in the darkness.  Her body never
reacted this way.  She had never done this to herself before.  Masturbation
was a sinful and unsatisfying substitute for another person.  She needed to
go back to bed with her husband.  She stopped playing with herself without
reaching orgasm, confused and with her clitoris still swollen.

   *************

   With frosty breath like quickly vanishing smoke when they exhaled,
Melissa and Bill hurried down the grey sidewalk that parted a frozen lawn
of dead, brown grass and led to the church entrance.  So much had occurred
in the three weeks since Melissa last attended services.  She felt awkward
coming this morning, as if she no longer belonged here.  If she played the
part of the good Christian wife and tried to get her old life back, perhaps
God could forgive her for what transpired with Reggie - and perhaps she
could even forgive and forget it herself eventually.

   Bill typically liked to sit up front at church, but they arrived later
than usual and settled for a rear pew today - "the expensive seats," as
Reverend Doyle humorously called them.  The large wooden cross, hanging
from thin chains in the ceiling, appeared to float weightlessly above the
altar in a stream of yellow sunlight that flowed from a giant window off to
the side behind it, and cast a long, distorted shadow that fell across
their aisle.

   Melissa sat beside Bill and wore a lovely pink dress that accentuated
her petite, curvy figure as Reverend Doyle began Sunday service.  To
Melissa's relief Reggie was not there.  Some of the stress she felt showing
up at church faded like the relieved nervousness of a public speaker once
finishing delivery of a dreaded speech.

   Melissa had not prayed in weeks and was still angry with God and Bill
for allowing Reggie to take her.  She realized to get her old life back she
could not stay bitter.  She needed to forgive God, Bill, and herself.  She
lowered her head and closed her eyes.  As she finished praying, someone
bumped into her.

   Reggie had wedged himself beside Melissa in a space too small for his
huge muscular body.  How did he have the chutzpah to sit beside her here in
church, in front of her husband, after what he did with her?  She wished
she had feigned illness this morning and remained home, her palms and
armpits suddenly dripping with cold sweat.  Bill was too involved in his
prayers to notice how Reggie's body touched hers.  She was already against
Bill and could not move over any more.  Reggie's familiar warmth penetrated
his suit and her dress where their bodies made contact.

   Reverend Doyle continued to speak and pray, but a silent noise from
Reggie's presence prevented Melissa from hearing anything the good Reverend
said.  The noise became distinguishable images in her mind.  She envisioned
herself on her knees sucking Reggie's enormous black cock while looking up
into his dark eyes and running her hands over his sculptured abdominal
muscles; lying on the floor in front of the fireplace with Reggie spreading
her legs and eating her pussy; his thick, huge cock sliding in and out of
her tight, wet slit.  She tried to put the horrible thoughts out of her
mind but they kept returning as unwanted memories often do.

   As she looked down and tried to pray, the big bulge in Reggie's slacks
drew Melissa's eyes to it.  At one time, she would not have noticed it, but
now she found herself staring at his obvious erection.  Part of her wanted
to rub it.  She felt her pussy get wetter from the thought.  Why did he
come to torment her?  She could not stay next to him with his body against
her like this for an hour; her panties were already soaked.  She attempted
to hold Bill's hand.

   Somewhat annoyed at his wife's inconsideration for interrupting him,
Bill gave her hand an obligatory squeeze of affection and released it to
resume worship.  He would speak with her later about disturbing him while
in prayer.

   Reggie hated that church more than Melissa did for a different reason,
but he would endure an eternity of it to stay next to her, their bodies
touching - tantalizingly close to joining.  The tips of his fingers lightly
grazed the soft pink fabric of her dress where it covered her outer thigh.
He wondered what she ever saw in her husband.

   Bill was not tall, handsome or muscular.  He appeared like the type of
man who made big productions over trivial matters - a niggler, a rather
pale and nerdy looking fellow with thick, black rimmed glasses, greasy
combed-back hair, a scrawny physique and medium stature.  He was older than
Melissa was - in his mid to late 30s Reggie estimated.

   What combination of money and charm did Bill use to woo a prize like
her? She was definitely way out of his league in appearance.  What struck
Reggie most was the way Bill almost recoiled from holding Melissa's hand,
heedless of her beauty.

   Among a sea of heads which bobbed up and down like gentle waves in
agreement with something Reverend Doyle said, Melissa spotted one head that
shook in disagreement across the multicolored waters with whitecaps of
blond, brunette, red, black, and grey hair.

   Kelly Ward glowered at Melissa when they briefly made eye contact.  How
could Melissa Morgan have the audacity to come to church with that black
man?  Kelly wondered.  She just knew Melissa was committing adultery with
him.  When Kelly obtained enough evidence, she would inform Bill and
everyone else in town about the beautiful little Melissa Morgan who was
nothing more than a filthy whore.

   Melissa looked away from Kelly and became acutely aware of Reggie's
fingertips on her dress slowly crossing her threshold of sensation as their
weight settled against her thigh.

   She desperately wanted to shove Reggie's hand away, but she could not
risk creating a scene or drawing Bill's attention.  The letter she had
written to Bill about Reggie, together with Kelly Ward's observation at the
Family Foods Supermarket, was already evidence of an affair.

   When services finally concluded, Melissa stood and hugged Bill tightly,
her pussy sopping wet not from him, but from Reggie who sat against her
with his fingers covertly grazing her outer thigh during most of the
ceremony.

   "Peace be with you.  I love you," Melissa spoke in Bill's ear, her eyes
closing as she embraced him.  Bill briefly returned the hug, released her
and greeted other parishioners.  Melissa kept her back toward Reggie
looking for anyone else to greet besides him, the hollowness in the
gestures and words people exchanged becoming apparent to her as she
watched.

   "Hi, you must be Melissa's husband.  I'm Reggie Johnson.  Peace be with
you," Melissa heard his voice from behind her say as she cringed.

   Bill and Reggie shook hands, Reggie's smile, carriage, and firm
handshake exuding with the strength and self-confidence of a man unafraid
to take what he wanted in life, including another man's wife.

   Melissa, now obligated to finish the introduction or appear suspiciously
rude, continued, "Oh, yes Bill, this is the man I wrote you about - the one
who got wood for me during the storms."

   Reggie held back laughter at the innocent double entendre - perhaps
Freudian slip - neither Melissa nor her husband caught.  Bill had no idea
how much "wood" Reggie actually gave to Melissa and intended to continue
giving her.

   "Nice to meet you; I remember seeing you before I went to Peru.  Thanks
for taking care of Melissa while I was gone.  You ever played football?"
Bill asked as his eyes briefly raked over Reggie's muscles and then looked
up at him.

   "Not since high school years ago."

   "Well, it was very kind of you to do all those things for Melissa and we
would like to thank you by having you over for dinner tonight."

   "Not tonight, honey," Melissa interjected while successfully concealing
her dismay.  "You just got back and haven't rested yet, and I need time to
prepare something."

   "Nonsense, I'm fine and you have plenty of time to whip one of your
specialties up tonight," Bill insisted, annoyed with Melissa's unusual
behavior.  She had not been herself since his return it seemed.

   "Okay, folks," Reverend Doyle suddenly boomed with labored breaths into
his microphone that suggested an obese man who failed to follow his own
preaching and partook in overindulgences throughout his life.  The clamor
of Sunday greetings quieted like a flock of noisy birds after the snap of
gunfire as everyone retook their seats.  "Our group of missionaries - Bill
Morgan, Scott and Lisa Fridas, and Larry Smith - will illuminate us on
their experiences in Peru and will be available afterwards for questions."

   "That's my cue," said Bill as he hastened to join Reverend Doyle and the
others at the podium.  Melissa and Reggie glanced at one another, two
people who shared dark, intimate secrets, as she scooted over into Bill's
available space to create distance between them.

   "I don't know what you think you're up to, but you're not coming over
tonight or any other time.  Leave me alone," she grumbled through clenched
teeth, glairing straight ahead at Bill and the others without looking at
Reggie.

   It was no way to treat her boyfriend and fuck buddy, Reggie thought, his
confident smile undaunted by her acrimony.  She would reconsider once he
had her alone again.  Meanwhile they sat through the tedious orations
neither one of them found very interesting, having committed far more sin
together than Bill and his friends prevented during their mission.

   Minutes excruciatingly passed at the pace of years, but after producing
unbearable ennui, the boring speeches finally concluded and Bill returned:

   "Listen Melissa, I need to stay a while for an upcoming men's retreat
we're planning.  I know you need to get started on dinner.  Can someone
give you a ride home?  I'll be back in a few hours." Bill selfishly
explained, without thinking to find a ride himself so his wife could use
their car.

   Melissa was going to tell Bill that Reggie declined their offer and she
would wait, but before she opened her mouth to answer, Reggie responded:

   "I can bring you home, Melissa.  I'm looking forward to dinner with you
guys tonight.  It's the least I can do to show my appreciation.  I live
fairly close."

   "That would be great, Reggie.  Thanks a lot.  I'm also looking forward
to this evening.  We'll talk some more then," Bill replied, hurriedly
pecking Melissa on her cheek.  "I'll see the two of you later."

   He went off to join whatever group he was involved with this time,
leaving Melissa stunned.  Bill unknowingly handed her back to this huge
black thug to fuck.

   The church emptied around them like a rapidly deserted theater after a
poor performance.  "You ready to go?" Reggie asked with a smirk Melissa
wished she could smack off his face.

   "You just keep your goddamned hands off me, you understand?  I'm not
your girlfriend and we're not fuck buddies anymore; my husband is back and
that's not happening ever again.  Do I make myself clear?"

   "Perfectly - let's go," he replied, smile persisting while sweeping the
air with his hand for Melissa to proceed before him toward the frigid
breath of a winter afternoon.

   *************

   The roar from Reggie's truck accelerating on the isolated road echoed
through dormant forests sullenly surrounding them.  Melissa sank back into
the seat beside Reggie - little more than a day after she had believed they
were through, their affair over.  She sat quietly engaged in desultory
thoughts: Bill had changed since they married - mostly after finding Jesus
when he persuaded her to move from the city.  A little more each day she
detested the Bible thumpers Bill considered his friends and these desolate
backwoods.  She wanted her old life back and Bill the way he was when they
first met years ago.
Then she thought about Reggie: Would he try something with her again? 
She knew the answer but preferred to remain in denial.  If she resisted
would he leave marks on her that Bill might see?  Part of her wanted to be
strong and fight Reggie, but then sex with Reggie no longer seemed as bad

as Bill finding out about it.

   In a small town where everyone spoke to each other this skein also
included Kelly Ward and the box of condoms she saw Melissa purchasing with
Reggie.  Melissa remembered the different sex acts she had performed with
him too many times to count, and realized things had gone on too long.  Now
any scenario where Bill learned of her true interactions with Reggie would
be disastrous, her marriage ruined and the details of her adulterous,
interracial affair repeated in gossip for years.  Somehow, she needed to
stop seeing Reggie before Bill and everyone else in town found out.

   Two miles away from her house, their truck slowed and turned down a dirt
road Melissa had drove past many times before but never bothered to
explore. She grew uneasy.

   "Where are you taking me now?" she wryly asked, the frozen dirt road, a
combination of bumps and brown ice, making her voice trill and his truck
clatter.

   "To my place - I want to show you where I live in case you ever want to
visit."

   How ludicrous, Melissa thought.  Did he really believe she would ever
come to him of her own volition?  However, there was no more denial for
her. She knew without any doubt what activity Reggie still intended to
pursue with her this afternoon and she grew nervous.  Why did she come with
him?  Why did she let him in her house that first stormy night?  Why did
Bill go on that stupid missionary trip to Peru, leaving her alone for
Reggie to take to begin with?  Why did Bill let a huge black man he did not
even know bring her home this afternoon?

   "I'm not ever coming to visit you.  I want to go home and I want you to
leave us alone.  I'm married and I'm not having an affair with you,
Reggie."

   "You're already in an affair with me and it's going to continue," Reggie
replied.  "I'm your boyfriend and we're fuck buddies, remember?" Ahead the
end of the road became visible to Melissa - it led to his property where
the skeletal remains of trees abandoned by leaves stood somberly still
around his bungalow like silent mourners outside a lonely mausoleum.

   Reggie turned off the ignition and quiescence reclaimed its dominion. 
Winter muted the afternoon with a sun that limped across the southern sky,
long shadows and a daylight that barely surpassed summer sunsets.  They sat
a moment then Melissa interrupted the silence, "You don't even care for me.
If you did you would stop making me do this with you."

   Reggie looked at her a moment, her beautiful face attracting yellow
sunlight that poured through the windows of his truck and painted a sparkle
in her heavenly blue eyes.  Melissa was the quintessence of every gorgeous
woman.  Incapable of experiencing that ultimate emotion, he cared for her
as much as possible, which was why he had to do this and steal this once
happily married woman from her husband.

   "You know I love you, baby - and a hell of a lot more than your dweeb of
a husband who can't even hold his beautiful wife's hand in church," Reggie
replied.  He opened his door but she obdurately refused to budge.  "Come
on," he growled.  His steel grip suddenly around her bicep dragged her
across the seat and out of the truck with him.

   "Ow, let me go," Melissa demurred stumbling against his grasp along an
uneven stone walkway toward the entrance of his home.

   The floor in his ancient house, a dull, dark brown oak, revealed its age
in creaks it released like tiny cries under the weight of their steps.  But
his dwelling, while a drab shell like every other Melissa had seen in these
parts, proved different in its contents - a refreshing assortment of modern
furnishings, rich decorations, and new, cutting edge electronics with a
state-of-the-art, 50-inch Samsung LED HDTV the capstone of it all occupying
most of the living room wall.

   It occurred to Melissa that while she had shared many intimate
sensations and emotions with Reggie, she really knew very little about him.
Perhaps there was more to this black man, like the interior of his house,
which she could use to her advantage to stop him harassing her.

   "This way to the bedroom," Reggie said ushering her along.

   "Wait a minute.  Where did you get all that nice stuff?"

   "We'll talk about that later," he anxiously replied.  Melissa observed
the huge erection in his pants.

   The mattress was firm, yet comfortable with fine silk sheets.  Melissa
sat on the edge of his king size bed in her pink dress and stared up at the
large bulge in his slacks.  She needed to stop having sex with him.

   "No, I'm not doing that with you!" she adamantly declared.

   He sat calmly beside her then grabbed a crop of flaxen hair from the
back of her head, his demeanor instantly changing as he pulled her skull
backwards.  Reminded how cruel he could be, her eyes widened in pain and
stared fearfully up into his.

   "Ow!" she yelped.

   "Don't make me remind you that we're fuck buddies.  You're going to
spread the good news by opening your pretty legs for me.  I'm going to put
my cock in your pussy.  Do you understand me?" he spat as he twisted her
hair tighter.  "Let's try doggy style," he continued, still pulling at her
hair.

   The way we think we will act in bad situations is often unlike the way
we really respond when desperation takes hold, like the patient who
confronts news of terminal illness, or the soldier who dodges bullets. 
Such was the case with Melissa as she felt hairs tearing from her scalp and
pain worse than she had imagined.

   Reggie smiled, released her hair and unbuckled his pants.

   He stood naked with his big black spear pointing toward her, then he
leaned down, reached up her dress - his hands travelling over her smooth,
warm thighs - and his fingers slipped inside her panties.  "Up for me," he
instructed.  Melissa lost her free will and obediently lifted her butt for
him to slide the garment down her legs.

   She felt abandoned by God and her husband.

   "Okay, up on the bed now on all fours," Reggie guided her, lifting the
Sunday dress over her hips, her tight heart-shaped ass sticking out.

   "Oh, this is fine - really fine," he commented, groping her firm
buttocks, its curves an image signaling a primitive need beyond himself
handed down through countless generations from the very origins of life
itself eons ago.

   She nervously waited for him to mount her while his hand went between
her butt cheeks and rubbed her ass.  His fingers reached a little further,
into her pussy, and made sure she was wet and ready for him.

   "You're soaked, baby.  Have you been waiting for my cock since I left
you on Friday?" he asked.  "Is that why you've been so irritable?" He
slipped his phallus inside her and began thrusting.

   "Ah, no," Melissa cried in bitter defeat.  Deep down she knew nothing
good could come of this.  Did it matter anymore?  Perhaps there was no God,
only what Reggie was doing to her.

   "Oh, yea, how does it feel, baby?"

   Neither words nor the animalistic grunts and moans emanating from her
could adequately express what she felt - a confused mixture of discomfort
becoming pleasure, hate similarly succumbing to an incomprehensible desire.
Perhaps this was the ultimate meaning of life and she needed to give in to
it.  Lost in unwanted ecstasy, soon only its continuation occupied her
thoughts.

   "Oh damn you feel so good, girl," Reggie exclaimed as her pussy hugged
his cock.  He nudged her shoulders and she instinctively followed his
guidance and lowered her face to the satin pillows, her ass sticking up for
him to drive in deeper.

   "Ooh, ooh, ooh," she mewled, his huge scrotum bumping into her clitoris.
She did not want to cum for him, but lost control and did anyway.

   "So soon, baby girl?" Reggie asked rhetorically, feeling her pussy
spasm. He knew she would cum quickly.  He knew how to use his cock to make
any woman cum like a 16-year-old boy fucking for his first time.

   "Ooh, Reggie.  I can't keep doing this," Melissa cried.

   "Yes you can, baby.  No one's gonna find out.  Don't worry.  It'll be
okay."

   "Oh please don't make me," she whimpered.

   Reggie held off his own orgasm even though his balls ached from the
constant erections he left unfulfilled since his last time with her Friday
morning.  He was converting her to a new religion and her pleasure was more
important.  "Does that feel good, baby?"

   "Ooh, God," she cried out.

   He reached up under her dress and bra and played with her stiff nipples.
"You see how much fun we have together as fuck buddies?  Do you still want
to go home or do you want me to keep my cock in you a little longer?"

   Melissa refused to reply to his taunts.  He would not stop anyway no
matter what she said.

   "Okay, baby doll, I can't be mean and take it away from you.  I'll let
you enjoy my big black cock a little while longer."

   Melissa climaxed several more times before Reggie announced the approach
of his own orgasm, "Oh, I'm going to cum baby."

   Her wet pussy seemed to give up his cock reluctantly as he pulled it
from her and sprayed jism on her buttocks.  He slid his cock across the
slippery white goo it had just ejaculated in globs all over her ass,
spreading it out, as if with a paintbrush, into a smooth, shiny layer.

   "Are you done yet?" Melissa impatiently asked, watching over her
shoulder with revulsion.  Reggie finished with her and she silently climbed
off the bed, found her panties on the floor where he had dropped them, and
slid them back on.

   ********************

   Melissa sniffled as if she was coming down with a cold and watched the
trees pass by outside her window in his truck.  "Do you even believe in
God?" she turned to him and finally asked.

   Reggie squinted - in front of them above treetops, an orange sun hovered
offering blinding light but little warmth.  "I'm an epicurean, baby doll. I
believe in now and enjoying the finer things in life, including gorgeous
women like you."

   "So you don't believe in Heaven or an afterlife?"

   "Baby, I was in Heaven earlier - when we fucked.  I go back every time
I'm in you.  Isn't that enough?  You won't find Heaven after spending all
your beauty and youth acquiring old age and you're rotting in the ground."

   Reggie's warped philosophy sickened Melissa, but in a way, it also made
sense.  She sat in his truck on her way to a miserable home and a husband
she no longer desired all because of him it seemed.

   Reggie drove up her vacant driveway.  Melissa almost wished Bill would
catch him dropping her off after their little hour-and-a-half excursion. 
At least her secret adulterous affair with a black man would finally be
over.  What excuse could Reggie possibly tell Bill for their delay?

   Bill remained at church completely unaware of his wife's adulterous
affair with Reggie.  In a spot shaded by verdure in summer, she hopped from
Reggie's truck where the rays of a winter sun effortlessly passed through
barren branches, landed on top of her head, and turned her blonde hair
golden.

   "I'll see you tonight, baby doll," he said before she closed the door.

   *********************

   Bill's eyebrows scrunched together above his glasses as he admonished
Melissa: "When I'm in prayer I don't want to be interrupted.  We can hold
hands other times.  I can't focus on the Lord's word if you distract me
like that.  And another thing: it was rude of you to contradict me in front
of Reggie Johnson.  You don't rescind my invitations after I give them.  As
a man, I'm the head of this household, not you.  You don't have veto
power."
Bill's nostrils began flirting with an appetizing aroma from the
kitchen. After fucking Reggie most of the afternoon, Melissa quickly
started dinner just before Bill's return.  "Whatever you're cooking smells

good," he said changing the subject.

   Melissa disregarded his later compliment.  He seemed always to be in
prayer, at work, or doing something that required his attentions at her
expense.  He could not even give her a child.

   Some head of the household Bill turned out to be, Melissa thought.  He
left her alone for three weeks while a huge black man fucked her; he came
home, allowed the black man to fuck her again, and invited him to stay for
dinner.  Perhaps Bill deserved this, but did she?  Melissa was weary from
her afternoon activities and did not want to argue.  She went to the
bedroom to freshen up for Reggie's arrival.

   The 27-year-old woman staring at Melissa in the mirror still looked like
a young, beautiful girl, but perhaps not as young or beautiful as once ago.
Small pools of tears overflowed beneath her eyes.  She remembered her love
for Bill, which now seemed to fade like the crying girl's beauty in her
mirror.  What she had done with Reggie was immoral, but it felt so good and
filled an emptiness Bill left in her.  How could she feel this way about a
disgusting black man who repeatedly raped her?  It was not rape anymore. 
The part of Melissa that liked Reggie taking her was winning a battle over
the part of her that did not.

   ************

   Dinner was finished, the dining room table cleared save their glasses,
an open bottle of red wine, and the white tablecloth variegated with faint
rainbows from a crystal chandelier that hung above them.  The three sat
around the table, Bill and Reggie conversing, Melissa staring at the
colorful patterns.  The subject of God and the Bible invariably monopolized
all conversation with Bill and tonight was no exception.  Melissa believed
this would be Reggie's downfall; it would become evident to Bill that
Reggie was a heathen who knew nothing about God or the Bible.  Bill refused
to associate with those who were not strong Christians like himself.  At
least Reggie would not be back for dinner, Melissa thought.  She had
already shared much more than bread with him - much more than Bill could
ever imagine.

   Unfortunately, to Melissa's surprise, Reggie's knowledge of God and the
Bible was impressive in most part and exhaustive in others dealing with of
all subjects, Lucifer and his descent.

   "It almost sounds like you sympathize with Satan," Bill said.

   "No, not exactly," Reggie explained: "But the other side of the story,
the Apocrypha, was edited from the original Bible.  God and Lucifer
actually loved one another.  They were partners.  Lucifer was God's
favorite angel because of his beauty, intelligence and talent.  Lucifer,
however, felt like an overqualified employee with some great, unutilized
ideas.  He went off on his own, with a few friends, to prove his worthiness
and fully exercise his gifts for a while.  "When God saw the full extent of
Lucifer's skill, He knew He had worthy competition and didn't like being
upstaged.  The God Lucifer loved so dearly reacted to his accomplishments
by not allowing his return.

   "In anger, Lucifer devoted himself to his more challenging work here on
earth.  You can't despise Satan; he plays a vital role in the existence of
free will."

   Reggie spoke citing obscure ancient texts like a scholar and as if he
had actually been present during Satan's descent.  Bill found these topics
and Reggie's grasp of them fascinating, but the discussion brought ennui to
Melissa.  Bill finished drinking his glass of wine and yawned:

   "Excuse me, that jetlag must be catching up with me or something I
guess; I have to get up early for work tomorrow.  I'd like to stay and
discuss more scripture with you, but I'm going to head off to bed."

   Reggie gave Bill an understanding smile and stood to shake his hand good
night.  "Thank you for having me for dinner; it was very gracious of you."

   "You're welcome.  I'm really sorry.  I never get this sleepy.  You and
Melissa discuss more Bible if you want," Bill replied groggily and
staggered to the bedroom.

   Melissa suspected Reggie had somehow put something in Bill's drink as he
had done with her the first time he raped her.  "He only had two glasses of
wine.  What did you give him?" Melissa asked in an irate whisper with her
eyebrows creasing.

   "It won't hurt him.  I gave him something to help him sleep soundly so
you and I can have some fun tonight during Bible study.  I saw how bored
you were getting with that old story I was telling him," Reggie answered.

   Melissa knew what Reggie meant by "Bible study" and wanted none of it.
"I don't want to do that with you anymore," she said unconvincingly.

   "Sure you do, baby doll, for just a little while.  No one will know. 
It'll be real quick."

   She sat in her chair, her determination wavering, Reggie next to her
with his hand rubbing her inner thigh.  She feared Bill would hear if she
resisted.  Reggie could easily hurt him.

   "Come on, baby.  You know you want it.  Spread the good news for me,"
Reggie added, his hand getting closer to her pussy.

   Melissa felt defeated.  She paused for a moment, trying to think of
something to say - a way out of this situation - but before she could tell
Reggie to leave, his mouth locked on hers in a French kiss.

   "Mmmm, mmmm" Melissa moaned while rising from the chair.  Reggie held
the back of her head and prevented her from breaking his kiss.  The shadowy
corridor, where Melissa cautiously watched with wide eyes for Bill's
return, glimmered in orange with echoes of light from untended flames in
the living room fireplace, like a memory of vague dreams.  Reggie's other
hand targeted the button on her jeans.

   Anywhere but here with her husband in the other room, Melissa thought,
her hands instinctively trying to block Reggie's access.  How could Bill
keep allowing this to happen to her?  Reggie released the back of her head,
devoting both his hands to the task of getting into her pants.  Her butt
banged into the table backing away from him.

   "No, not here," Melissa whispered as Reggie succeeded in unfastening the
button.  "What if Bill wakes up?"

   "Bill isn't waking up for eight hours, baby doll," Reggie answered,
lowering her zipper as she clutched her jeans to keep them on.  He pulled
her hands to the monstrous bulge in his own slacks.  Melissa could not stop
herself from palming the long, thick contours of his member straining
against the fabric as if trying to break free from a cloth prison.  She
knew how much discomfort his unrelieved erections caused him.  This was so
wrong, yet out of habit as much as passion she mindlessly unbuckled his
belt to free his cock from its captivity, reaching inside his boxers and
fishing it out - like a prize catch.

   Her jeans pooled around her ankles and Reggie's fingers crawled up the
front of her shirt unfastening its buttons on their way to her cleavage.

   "Are you sure Bill won't wake up?" Melissa whispered as he unhooked her
bra.  With his arm around her back, he nibbled up her neck and slipped his
hand inside the front of her panties.

   "Positive."

   "Ooh, no, I really can't do this anymore," she tried to protest while
gently tugging on his cock.  "You've got to stop; you need to leave." Her
hand slid up his bare muscular chest and pushed against it as she arched
backward over the table.  He jerked her panties down.

   "Up on the table, baby," Reggie said his hands latching to her hips and
lifting.

   Seated on to the edge of the table, she watched him slide her panties
off the rest of the way, ignoring her empty petitions to stop.

   She fell back on her elbows and watched with a grimace as he spread her
legs open - as if Bill never returned and they were still alone in the
house - and began performing oral sex on her again.  She had learned to
like Reggie eating her pussy, but felt guilty with Bill in the other room.

   It was supposed to be over between her and Reggie.  She had convinced
herself that life would return to normal once Bill was home.  Melissa
failed to realize, however, that normal permanently changed for her.  "Oh,"
she whimpered, Reggie's tongue licking her clit.  "I can't."

   In actions contradicting her words, her elbows relaxed and she slowly
lay all the way down.  She stared at the chandelier hanging above them with
crystals dangling from it like diamond necklaces sparkling in the sun.  It
was so sinful letting Reggie do this too her, but her pussy felt so good
from it, flooding with moisture and drowning out that little voice in her
brain urging her to stop him.  Her hands gently ran over his nappy hair and
held his head between her legs.

   Reggie's fingers spread her labia wide as his tongue sliced through her
wet folds.  This beautiful, pink flower was his.  She could pretend to
belong to Bill, but her pussy belonged to him.  He had successfully put his
demons inside her; she would never rid herself of them.  They were now part
of her.

   "Does this feel good, baby?" Reggie asked as he fed her lusts, making
them fatter and hungrier.

   "Ooh, ooooh, uh-huh," Melissa moaned as her pelvis began to undulate. 
He held her vagina stretched open - exposed in a way it had never been for
anyone else, including Bill - and marveled at how it glistened attractively
in pink.  The first times he had spread her open like this, she fought him.
He put her in place and kept doing it.  She had cried from embarrassment
and shame when his fingers held her lips apart and he gazed at her raw
womanhood - touched it and closely watched its reactions, until she no
longer had anything left to hide from him.

   His thumb gently stroked her clit.  "You sort of like it touched now
huh?" Reggie asked as she bit her fist and arched her back.  I'll take care
of it baby.  I know you miss this."

   Melissa wished she had the strength to stop him.  He drained willpower
from her each time they were together until she barely had any remaining -
she had spent it all like a savings account depleted on worthless
investments.

   She started cumming.

   "That's it - just let it go," Reggie encouraged.  He knew it was
difficult for her to completly acquiesce.

   "Oh, God," Melissa gasped.

   He scooted her to the very edge of the table, lined his dark, meaty
shaft up with her entrance, and inserted just its head into her pink
opening.  "Do you want me to fuck you now?" he asked while drawing tight
circles around her clit with his thumb.

   Melissa still could not say yes.  She knew deep down how immoral this
was.  "Oh, please don't," she helplessly exclaimed, realizing she was
becoming hopelessly addicted to his cock the more he fucked her.

   "I know, baby," Reggie replied sinking further into her.  "It's still
hard for you to come to terms with this."

   She turned her face away from Reggie in embarrassment and watched the
multicolored images of various fruits imprinted on the white wallpaper
dance as her body jerked back and forth beneath him.

   Her pussy felt incredible around his cock, snugly soothing the throbbing
erection he had endured while pleasuring her.  "Oh yea, you're so silky
wet, baby," he said.  His thumb maintained tiny circles around her clit;
and her stretched pussy lips gripped around his slippery shaft as it slid
through them.

   "Oh, oooh, oooh, don't make me cum again, Reggie," Melissa cried.  She
could not stop herself and her pussy began milking his cock as if hungering
for its potent sperm and trying to make him cum with her.  She did not want
this, but he made her body do things she could not control.

   Reggie loved the way her snug pussy clenched his cock even tighter in
fits of pleasure when she came; he watched her eyes roll and close as she
succumbed to ecstasy.

   Bill slept soundly through the grunts and moans of his wife as a huge
black man took her - through the splashes from the man's big black cock
diving into her pussy and claiming it.  Reggie climbed on top of her and
they kissed.  Their enthusiastic thrusts caused the table to shake, the
wine glasses and bottle to fall over and precariously roll back and forth,
ever closer to the edge, as Reggie and Melissa obliviously fucked.

   The wine bottle was first to jump to its death, followed by the three
glasses - one by one committing suicide by smashing into the tile floor and
shattering into hundreds of sharp irreparable pieces like remnants of
Melissa's now broken marriage.

   **********

   Melissa and Reggie remained completely naked, like they had been most of
the time Bill was away, her pussy holding an entire night's worth of
Reggie's cum about to receive more as they fucked on the floor.  In the
dark living room shadows danced around them in quivers of orange and yellow
from the glowing fireplace.  She faced the flames as they warmly waved into
the cold night air, her blue eyes containing their fiery reflection.  His
hands held her hips with her back facing him.  She rode him like a black
stallion, reverse cowgirl.

   "Oh, please stop making me do this.  Your cock doesn't belong in me,"
Melissa cooed with her hips gyrating like his penis was the handle to an
old-fashioned coffee grinder she turned with her pussy.

   "Yes it does.  Oh, yea, baby.  Keep working your pussy like that.  It
feels so good.  You going to cum again for me soon?" he asked with his
hands following on her hips like she was his dancing partner.

   "Uh-huh," Melissa cooed.  They were part of each other even though they
did not belong together and she did not want to be.  "Oh, Reggie," she
cried fingering her clit, holding his heavy balls and climaxing again for
him.  "I don't know about this.  It's wrong."

   "It's can't be wrong if it feels this good," he countered.

   "Ooh."

   Her body wanted him as badly as he wanted her.  "I don't want to do
this. Are you going to cum?"

   "Yea, baby.  I'll let you know when this time.  Keep doing that with
your pussy."

   For the third time that evening, Reggie's penis erupted inside Melissa,
spewing its warm lava of love.  "Oooh, you're cumming," she observed and
dismounted him, a rivulet of white jism running down his black shaft, like
melted vanilla ice cream leaking from a chocolate-coated ice cream bar. 
She tenderly held his heavy, dark phallus - freshly withdrawn from her
pussy and slick with both their secretions - in her petite hands and began
licking the delicious cream up, running her tongue along his rod and over
his cock head.

   "That's it baby, just like I taught you.  Yea that feels good.  You like
the way my cum tastes?"

   "Uh-huh," Melissa moaned in reply still lapping up his cum, his giant
cock so ridiculously large she needed both hands to hold it.

   ***********

   Melissa accompanied Reggie to his truck, the approaching dawn chasing
away the evening's darkness and through barren tree branches a crescent
moon stubbornly lingering on the horizon.  He opened the door and she
wrapped her arms around his neck - one last goodbye kiss.  They had spent
the entire night fucking while her husband slept.

   "What time will Bill be at work today?" Reggie asked.

   Melissa hesitated for an instant, and then as if under some hypnotic
trance replied, "He'll be gone by eight-thirty this morning and won't be
back until six-thirty tonight."

   "Good girl," Reggie grinned.  "I'll see you later."

   His truck pulled away with its tires kicking up bits of dirt behind it
and its taillights staring back at Melissa like two evil red eyes
disappearing in the distance as it drove off.  She suddenly felt guilt and
shame return.  What was she thinking?  How could she do this?  She just
told Reggie what time Bill would be at work so he could come fuck her
again. Did she want to have an affair?

   Melissa slipped into bed beside Bill while he slept.  "Honey, it's time
for work," she said nudging his shoulder to wake him as if she had been
next to him the entire night.

   Bill yawned rising from slumber: "Wow, I haven't slept that soundly in
years.  I was exhausted.  How was Bible study with Reggie last night?" He
rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his gorgeous wife lying next to him coming
into focus.

   "Fine, I guess."

   Melissa looked tired to Bill - her blue eyes glassy and slightly blood
shot, her pupils constricted to tiny dots in a ray of sunlight that cracked
through the blinds and fell across her face.

   "I liked him; I was impressed with his knowledge.  For a black man he's
pretty smart.  Maybe you should study bible with him more often - you would
probably learn a few things," Bill remarked.

   Again, her husband's blindness disillusioned Melissa.  Reggie had fucked
her with his huge black cock all night and made her cum multiple times
while Bill slept.  His sperm was swimming in her pussy and Bill was
suggesting she spend more time with him.  Bill could not imagine the
perverted things Reggie forced her to learn and like by making her practice
them with him.  He cultivated in her a preference for big black cock,
causing her to lose interest in Bill.  He taught her how black men made
superior lovers.

   "I didn't rest well last night, honey.  I'm going back to sleep," she
said rolling over; she did not want to speak with Bill anymore.  She found
herself actually looking forward to Reggie's visit later.  He would take
her again, put his big black cock back into her pussy and they would fuck
all day with Bill at work.

   **************

   Weeks later...

   Winter had selfishly stolen every color created by summer and fall, the
grass in front of the church brown and frozen beneath a crowd of vehicles
congregated on it waiting for their owners.  Bill briskly walked from the
warmth of his car, parked with all the others, toward the building.  He
looked for Reggie's red pickup truck among the vehicles still coated with
morning frost, his pace hurried to escape the bitter cold, his hands buried
in his pockets and the collar of his coat turned up.

   The owners of all the vehicles outside gathered around a table
containing coffee and doughnuts in the fellowship hall.  Facing the table,
the filaments in a space heater sitting on the floor produced a red glow,
but their heat made little impact in the cold room.  Most of the people in
this group were men, but a few wives were also present to see their
husbands off on the religious retreat Bill helped plan.  Bob Ward stood
with his attractive younger wife Kelly, the powdered sugar from a raspberry
filled doughnut he just finished leaving its residue on the 45-year-old's
dark mustache.

   "I'm glad to see you could make it on this retreat, Bob.  This is going
to be a great opportunity for us men to get closer to Jesus," Bill
proclaimed.  "Have you seen Reggie Johnson?  He said he was coming."

   Bob and Kelly gave each other strange looks - the type of looks people
give one another when they share an uncomfortable secret.

   "What is it?" Bill inquired of their stunned silence.

   "Why don't we go talk privately in the chapel, Bill - you me and Kelly,"
Bob suggested, sympathetically placing his hand on Bill's shoulder.

   No one bothered turning on the lights.  The overcast morning sent a
murky stream of daylight through the chapel windows that only dimly reached
the rear pews where they sat, their facial features hidden from one another
by shadows.

   "It's not our place to pry, but do you think there might be something
going on between your wife and this Reggie Johnson guy?" Bob asked.

   "What do you mean, something going on?" Bill crossly replied.

   "Bill, you're a good strong Christian and we don't want to see you
hurt," Kelly warmly interjected.  "I've seen Reggie Johnson's truck in
front of your house an awful lot while you're at work as well as Melissa's
car at his house."

   "I'm aware of that.  We're all friends and they study Bible together."

   "Is that what they're telling you?  I saw them at the Family Foods
Supermarket together buying condoms while you were in Peru.  Were those
condoms for you, Bill?"

   Bill now shared their stunned silence from minutes ago.  His mouth hung
open in shock as his mind processed information.  After a moment, he spoke:
"This can't be right.  Melissa doesn't like black men that way.  She has
told me before that she doesn't find them attractive.  I mean she's not
prejudiced or anything, but she would never commit adultery and do
something like that - especially with a black man.  What you're saying
can't be true.  They're good strong Christians just like us."

   "She didn't come to church once while you were in Peru, Bill.  She
hasn't been to church, except when accompanying you to Sunday services. 
She quit choir, hasn't been to Bible study with us, stopped attending all
the meetings.  She has become distant.  That Reggie Johnson always seems to
be near her.  What does anyone really know about him?  Can't you see the
change in her?" Kelly replied.

   Their eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, but they could almost
hear the smile dropping from Bill's face and his heart pounding in his
chest.

   Bob placed his hand on Bill's shoulder again, "Bill, old buddy, we're
sorry to be the ones to tell you this, but we can't bear watching Melissa
make a fool of you in front of the entire town.  Maybe you should skip this
retreat and get things straight with her."

   ***************

   "Shit!" Melissa exclaimed.  A blue "+" sign on the home pregnancy test
confirmed what she had feared after mornings of nausea and missing her
period.  She did not need Maury Povich or a DNA test to identify the likely
father.  She began crying.  What would she do with a black baby?  How could
she explain it to Bill?

   The warm shower hardly soothed Melissa's anxiety.  She tried not to
think about her terrible predicament.  She finished bathing and studied
herself in a corner of the bathroom mirror where steam had begun clearing.
Her tummy was still flat; her nipples pink.  Aside from her morning
sickness, her body showed no signs of pregnancy yet.

   She used an epilator on her private areas leaving only a short, narrow
strip of closely trimmed, golden brown hair on her mons pubis making her
appear almost pre-pubescent.  She always kept herself tidy down there out
of habit, even though she was not hairy.  She wondered if she would still
be attractive to Reggie with a swollen belly.

   Two miles away from Melissa, Reggie's truck emerged from the lifeless
gray trees concealing the dirt path that led to his bungalow - like a
fiddler crab leaving its burrow in the sand - and pulled on the main road.
Unfazed by the cold morning air lingering in his cab, Reggie smiled as his
truck accelerated.  He anticipated spending time with Melissa free of
interruptions; Bill would be gone.

   Reggie could hardly wait to see Melissa in new lingerie he had ordered
online that arrived yesterday evening.  His dick had been hard since last
night from thoughts of yanking those sexy thongs down her long legs and
plunging his cock into her juicy, pink cunt.  Things had been going well
between them, but Reggie began noticing other young, attractive white women
in this small town that also needed to discover big black cock.

   Bill calmly saw that his fellow men parishioners made it off to their
retreat without him, and then following Bob and Kelly's advice, hurried
home, expecting to find Reggie's truck in front of his house as Kelly had
predicted.  He drove down the lonely, heavily wooded highway, the cold air
hissing at him through a slit he left open in his driver's side window, and
his fingers squeezing the steering wheel as if it was Melissa's throat.  He
imagined her beautiful cunt stuffed with Reggie's big black cock, her legs
wrapped around his ass.

   Reggie's elation equaled Bill's anger as the two men - one black, the
other white - drove from opposite directions to the same location, to the
same woman, to do very different things to her.  All the essential elements
were in place for a cataclysmic collision, except for one variable.

   "God dam it!" Reggie exclaimed as he turned onto Melissa's driveway
minutes before Bill's arrival and realized he had forgotten the new
lingerie at his house.

   Bill arrived home but Reggie's truck was not there and her car was still
in the driveway covered with morning frost.  As surely as winter blanketed
the landscape with snow each year, during this season the trees deposited a
layer of leaves and twigs on the ground, which loudly snapped and sounded
like crackling knuckles with each footstep Bill took closer to his house.
Perhaps Reggie picked her up and brought her back to his place, Bill
thought.  The front door was unlocked and he let it slam shut behind him,
disrupting the tranquility of what appeared an empty house.  He decided to
see if they were at Reggie's bungalow "studying bible".

   Melissa had donned pink silk panties with a matching bra and was looking
for an outfit to wear when she heard the front door slam closed from her
bedroom.  "Is that you?" she shouted.

   Melissa's voice surprised Bill and stopped him from leaving; he thought
the house was empty and she was with Reggie engaged in "Bible study". 
Perhaps the Wards were wrong after all.

   "Yea, it's me.  I decided not to go on the retreat."

   Melissa's eyes grew wide as Bill's irritated voice came through the
bedroom door instead of the big black stallion she anticipated riding
today. She tremulously jumped into a pair of blue jeans and put on a tee
shirt just before Bill entered the room.

   Reggie slowed to make the turn into Melissa's driveway after returning
home to get the new undergarments he had forgotten.  Bill's car was now
there.  "Oh shit," he uttered to himself, quickly jerking his steering
wheel back to avoid the turn.  He continued driving straight and passed her
house.  With a hard cock and now no pussy, he punched his steering wheel
and grumbled, "Fuck - what the hell is that white boy doing home?" He
slowed, made a sharp U-turn, and headed back toward his own house.

   ****************

   The living room window contained an outside scene of slate skies beyond
the naked branches of winter-ravaged trees.  Bill irately paced beside the
fireplace, the room as gray as the previous night's ashes remaining in it.
"Kelly Ward claims you and Reggie are sleeping together," he bellowed.  A
vein in the center of his forehead above his eyebrows bulged beneath his
skin, and with a tinge of blue bifurcated like a wishbone.  "She said
you're not studying Bible when you go to his house and that she saw you
purchasing condoms with him while I was in Peru!"

   Bill kept too occupied with Church and work to notice the tear forming
in his marriage like a latex barrier strained excessively.  Reggie had
slipped through an opening Bill neglected and caused decay by fucking
Melissa for months without Bill suspecting a thing.

   Bill would never know how hard Melissa resisted before Reggie wore
through tough enamel to infect the pulp.  She never wanted to be with
another man beside Bill, but without giving Melissa a choice, Reggie put
himself inside her.  Now Reggie's baby grew in her womb, and not Bill's. 
She shared something special with Reggie that Bill was unable to give her,
changing her outlook.

   Melissa wanted Reggie, but she did not want to pour the gasoline of
truth on Bill's flames of anger - not now anyway.

   "Reggie bought those rubbers, not me.  I don't know why he bought them,
but you know I would never cheat on you," she argued, trying to calm him.

   "Why would Reggie buy rubbers?  He's not married."

   "How should I know?  I didn't ask him why he was buying condoms.  It was
none of my business.  Why are you listening to a busybody like Kelly Ward
anyway?  You know she's hated me since we moved here."

   "I don't know," Bill answered confusedly.  "I don't like his moral
character - he's not married yet he's buying condoms.  I don't want you
seeing him anymore.  Do you understand me?"

   Melissa silently nodded, her eyes nervously darting away from Bill as if
fearful he might see the truth revealed in them.  If Bill had not gone on
that stupid trip to Peru leaving her for Reggie to ravish, if he had
discouraged her meetings with Reggie earlier, if he had not pressured her
into studying Bible with Reggie, it may have salvaged their marriage. 
However, it was too late now.  She had been far too intimate with Reggie
far too long and now carried the consequences of their adultery.

   Outside the window, the naked trees - casting a net of faint shadows
that ran back and forth across the oak floor in the living room - sadly
waved in the wind to the gloomy skies of late afternoon and an approaching
storm.  The forecasts predicted moderate snowfall and cold temperatures. 
Melissa felt trapped in her house with her crazed husband.  She wanted to
be with Reggie.  Did she actually love him?  She missed his strong embrace.
How could she tell him about their baby without Bill finding out?  She
needed to wait for the right opportunity.

   Melissa waited and the shadows grew in number as daylight succumbed to
more clouds and the night creeping closer.  Through the dead tree branches
outside and dusty crevices in the house, the wind announced the arrival of
another winter storm in a chilling chorus that sounded like mournful wails.

   "Where are you going?" Bill suspiciously asked as he sat in the recliner
in front of the fire and watched Melissa put on her boots, her midnight
blue double-breasted pea coat, her matching beanie and her black leather
gloves - the bulky winter attire unable to conceal the perfect curves of
her slender female figure that would soon change due to her pregnancy with
another man's child.

   "I'm going outside for some extra firewood before this storm arrives."

   "But it's freezing out there.  I'll go," he offered as he started from
his chair.

   "No, I want some fresh air."

   "I'll come with you then."

   "That's okay.  Stay here and tend to the fire," Melissa coolly replied.
She wanted to go outside alone, where she could get a signal for her phone
and text Reggie.

   The drop in temperature as she left the house and went into the evening
was sharp like the first plunge into a cold pool.  Melissa hustled through
the frigid wind that penetrated her clothes as if they were made of paper,
and took refuge from the arctic blasts behind a large oak tree.  She
extricated her iPhone from her jean pocket, took off her gloves, and
quickly sent the following text to Reggie:

   "OMG!  Kelly tld Bill @ us.  Stay away & don't txt now.  Bill mad but
has doubts @ Kelly's claims.  Txt u later 2nite when I get chance.  I miss
u & ur BBC inside me.  Luv u XOXOXO."

   Melissa sent the message to Reggie and hesitated a moment.  All the
passionate texts she shared with him containing graphic descriptions of
their adulterous affair sat in the palm of her hand like a diary for Bill
to read.  Her finger swiped the screen and their conversations disappeared
as if none of those things ever happened with Reggie - the incriminating
evidence deleted forever so Bill could never see it.  There was still her
pregnancy - she could not make that disappear.  She shoved the phone back
in her pocket, put her gloves back on and raced to the pile of wood.  She
grabbed all the logs she could carry and hurried back inside the house.

   Melissa dropped the logs beside the warmly glowing fireplace.  "Let me
see your phone," Bill smugly demanded coming up behind her and holding out
his hand.

   She turned toward him, "Why do you want my phone?"

   "You know why - just give it to me."

   Annoyed, Melissa dug out the phone from her pocket and Bill snatched it
from her hand.

   He stood in front of her and scrolled through her text messages like a
parent checking up on an untrustworthy teen.

   "Really, Bill?  This is ridiculous and not necessary.  I told you
nothing is happening between Reggie and me.  Give me my phone back!"

   "If nothing has happened, you shouldn't have a problem with me looking
at your messages.  I pay for this phone line."

   Staring at the lit up screen in his palm, he turned away from her and
ambled back to his recliner.  Melissa smirked as his back faced her.  There
was now nothing left for Bill to see - at least not in her phone.

   The cold, blustery wind loudly sang the same melancholy song to Reggie
that Melissa heard two miles away as he sat alone in his living room on a
black couch made from fine Italian leather and stared at the blank
television screen hanging on the wall.  Among the multitude of expensive
audio/video components in the room, only one interested him presently - on
the coffee table in front of him, his phone finally lit up with Melissa's
text message.  He read it...

   With her husband out of town on a religious retreat, Reggie decided to
pay Kelly Ward a visit, and over the next few weeks teach her the same joys
of fucking big black cock that Melissa had stubbornly learned to love.

   The End

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