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The New Parishioner
by Gwen Holden (gwenholden@gmx.com)
***
A young wife is violently forced to fuck a black visitor
during a storm. (MF, nc, rp, v, intr, wife, mast, oral,
affair)
***
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 church
services.
All houses of worship seemed to carry in their air that
same musty smell Reggie found disheartening since his
earliest childhood, of old prayer books and Bibles. His
eyes beheld the large cross suspended from the ceiling
above the preacher.
A few months earlier Reggie had left a drug dealing
operation located in a distant city and moved to this
small rural community. The heat had come too close. He
needed to hang low for a while and remain inconspicuous
after the arrest of his associates.
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. Here was a worthier
object of contemplation making the malarkey spewing from
Reverend Doyle's mouth and that boring 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 tight, heart shaped ass.
Reggie noticed Melissa accompany 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.
It had been a while since Reggie tapped a nice white
pussy. The Light of Christ Church seemed like the place
to find some in this small community. Reggie enjoyed
cultivating a taste for black cock in supercilious white
women.
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 jauntily toward
Reggie.
"Peace be with you," Melissa said looking up into
Reggie's dark eyes. This gigantic muscular black man
towered over her and Bill and again gave Melissa a
strange vibe.
"Peace," Reggie replied. He noticed Melissa's slight
hesitancy to shake hands, her diamond engagement ring
and wedding band giving him brief glimpses of rainbows
in their sparkle.
Blood rushed to Reggie's penis when he took Melissa's
hand. 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 in his pants Melissa
caused yet failed to see. She had probably never fucked
a black man before, Reggie 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.
Melissa's husband would be leaving her alone for three
entire weeks. Reggie never missed an opportunity to get
inside a married white woman's panties, and the good
Reverend Doyle just revealed Reggie's next chance.
A smile formed on Reggie's face from the good news.
Attending church was not so bad after all.
That autumn Sunday was Summer's last gasp. The church
departed to an unusually mild sunlit afternoon a
joyous day bathed in amber that perfectly reflected
Melissa's radiance.
***
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. Matthew 25:35 25:40 seemed 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. Two years ago Bill and Melissa discovered
Jesus. Their involvement with the church increased and
it now occupied much of their lives.
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
the mission to a small, poor village near Abancay in
Peru, but Melissa did not want to spend three weeks
battling insects in a third world country lacking
civilized amenities.
"I know, but winter is coming and someone needs to keep
an eye on things around the house."
Melissa's 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.
***
Reggie Johnson went to the same church as Melissa and
Bill, but secretly held a very different belief. He
worshipped female flesh and sought a host to consecrate.
It seemed as if an uncanny force protected Reggie. Over
the years, he had sold illegal drugs and sexually
assaulted women, yet he always avoided justice.
Isolated among the barren woods of late autumn, beneath
a cold, dark, starless sky, Melissa's house sat. The
wind whisked away puffs of smoke from the chimney and
howled of an approaching storm. Reggie lurked among the
dormant, grey trees with their branches twisted like
elongated arthritic fingers.
Inside the house Melissa faced the fireplace. She sat
languorously balled up at the end of the sofa as snow
and sleet began pelting the windows. Bill was gone. For
the first time in years, she was without him and alone.
She decided to find some entertaining reading on her
Kindle.
The lights flickered and went dark as the storm brought
down a distant power line. In this remote area, cell
phone coverage was spotty. Melissa could not get a
signal from inside the 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. 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 moved aside, 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. It was that huge black man who
greeted her in Church the other day.
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 Reggie's willpower to stop his eyes from
devouring her and revealing his intentions.
"I saw the storm coming and thought I better 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 the inappropriateness of a strange
black man staying the night while her husband was away.
But in good conscience, she could not refuse Reggie
lodging if the storm continued raging, and 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 the 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. She wondered what type
of strenuous physical labor he performed to make them so
big.
Reggie was somewhat 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 of his head; 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 asked
jokingly.
Reggie smirked. "Actually, I am a little thirsty, but
you can hold the ice."
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. He
hurriedly spiked her tea with a large 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 looked
increasingly likely that this black man, a practical
stranger, would have to stay the night. This prospect
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, we'll go outside and call someone to come
help you."
It was a tactful hint that she did not want him here any
longer than necessary, and Reggie got it. "I don't think
anyone will come out in this weather anyway. I'm really
sorry for this inconvenience. I didn't know what else to
do. Your house is the only place around for miles."
Melissa returned to the other end of the sofa and sipped
from the half-full cup. The cold gave the tea a slightly
different, vaguely salty flavor, she thought, smacking
her lips together and finishing the soupηon 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. The less
she knew about him the better. He lied and told her he
was from Ashville.
He decided to encourage the uncharacteristic
garrulousness in her that the drug induced. "How about
you?"
Unusual exhilaration and a girlish silliness she had
buried years ago bubbled to her surface in a drunken
euphoria. She opened more to him, providing her entire
life history it seemed in speech becoming increasingly
slurred and less coherent.
Melissa chattered without noticing Reggie inching
closer. He 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 with her. She could not
think straight anymore. She tried standing and almost
fell before 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, beginning to
feel slightly nauseous and very groggy.
"Are you okay? What's the matter?" An out-of-place smile
appeared on Reggie's face. "You're not feeling well,
baby."
She stared at him with a vacant look, like someone
heavily drugged and on an intense trip.
"I better get you in bed; you may have the flu or
something."
Reggie sat Melissa on the sofa and with the candle she
had used earlier, searched her house, finding her cell
phone, its charger and a set of keys on the kitchen
table. In another room, he found her computer and
removed its power cord.
He returned to the living room with Melissa's phone and
keys in his pockets, the phone charger and computer
power cord in his hand. Melissa was gone and 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 left the house and
went into the frigid night to find her.
He discovered Melissa slumped over the hood of her
locked car. Her keys, along with her cell phone, were
safely in his pockets.
Snow covered Melissa. Wearing only her 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 what would
have been her violent kicks, strikes, and desperate
squirms.
Reggie plopped her into bed, his immense cock hard and
aching to bore into her tight cunt and soothe itself.
First, he needed to treat Melissa's hypothermia.
"We've got to get these wet pajamas off you right away."
Reggie started unbuttoning her top. Several buttons flew
off the garment in his haste to remove it. Melissa's
fingers unsuccessfully fought to keep it fastened. Her
gorgeous breasts and tight stomach appeared as Reggie
ultimately succeeded in undoing the piece.
"No, leave alone," she slurred, clutching the open, wet
garment to her chest as he sat her up, it dangled open.
He 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
tremulously 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 jerked from her hips came down her legs, and
reunited with her top somewhere on the floor. Melissa
lay 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 himself while straddling
Melissa, her body writhing beneath him.
A glimpse in the shadows left Melissa doubting her own
eyes. His penis could not really be that large.
"This will get you warm." He grabbed her wrists and
wrestled them above her head while resting his naked,
muscular body on top of Melissa, sinking her into the
mattress.
"Get off," Melissa groaned through clenched teeth. Her
hands escaped his clutch and ineffectively pushed at his
sides while her nipples poked 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 calmed her and allowed her to drowse as he stroked
her soft, flowing hair.
The fragrance of lavender shampoo she had used earlier
entered his nostrils. He nibbled up her neck inhaling
the pleasant aroma and her nipples perked into him more.
"That's it baby, let me keep you warm," Reggie
whispered.
The flames in the living room fireplace died and the
temperature throughout the house dropped. He licked his
fingers and reached 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. 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. His strike stunned
Melissa. He held her down and resumed masturbating her
with 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 pink membranes glistening with secretions.
"That's it, baby, open up for me."
His face descended to her pussy while his fingers
stretched it wide open.
Her warmth touched his face. The divine scent of female
recently bathed with expensive soap formed a potpourri
that reached his nostrils. He began licking the sweet
nectar flowing from her. It washed his taste buds with
delicious lust.
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 raping her.
Her shoves against Reggie's head diminished in force.
Ultimately, Melissa's resistance completely waned, her
hands came to gently rest on Reggie's scalp allowing him
free reign. Reggie greedily ate out her pussy.
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.
"Ooh, stop it Bill," she moaned, her hips spiraling in
halfhearted attempts to escape his unusual behavior.
"Ooh, not there... ah, you shouldn't... no, it's wrong."
Reggie's mouth stayed with her gyrations, refusing to
release her pussy from pleasurable torture.
Melissa briefly wondered about Bill's strange behavior.
He never did this perverted act to her before, but it
felt good. She became more engaged with it.
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 stretched open
enough, admitting the head of his cock.
"It hurts this time, Bill! It hurts!" she cried, finding
it increasingly difficult to enunciate words because of
the chemicals in her bloodstream. Bill's penis felt
different to Melissa bigger. It opened her up with
incredible friction she never experienced before.
Her little white pussy was duped into accepting its
first black cock.
"Oh, you feel so good, baby," Reggie exclaimed from the
soothing relief of dipping his hard, aching cock into
her tight, wet, silky cunt. This was the rich white
reward for going to church and for all his patience,
planning and persistence. "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.
"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 moaning, 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 Melissa's tightly stretched
vaginal labia in the direction it travelled.
Beguiled into believing Reggie was her husband, she
thought he felt very different tonight. But it seemed
like ages since they had sex. Their love life diminished
from when they first married.
Bill's penis was now tremendously thicker and longer
than she remembered. It took forever going all the way
into her so deeply, filling her completely then
backing almost all the way out. The sensations, unlike
any she had ever experienced, became less unpleasant as
her anatomy grudgingly adapted to a 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 locked his lips to hers before she
could reply.
Did her ears deceive her? "Big black cock... little
white pussy?" Melissa wondered. Why would Bill say that
to her? He never spoke that way or used those ugly,
vulgar words.
"Mmmm," Melissa moaned into his mouth, unworried at
first, her hands sliding 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 in heavy
breaths, 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 cumming. Melissa
realized something even more worrisome than her
unfaithfulness to her husband. She did not know if
Reggie was wearing protection and she was not on any
type of birth control. How could she let this happen?
"Please... stop," Melissa murmured. "Married...
adultery... pregnant..."
It impressed Reggie how in spite of the kick-ass drug
given to her, Melissa managed verbalizing her fragmented
thoughts. The prospect of impregnating her had a
perverse effect on him.
Knocking-up a conceited white bitch like Melissa was an
accomplishment. An unwanted pregnancy would permanently
bond her to the black race through a child. It would
make her love a perpetual reminder of Reggie and her
rape.
From previous experience Reggie knew how well the
compound he had given Melissa worked in women. In a few
minutes her cooperation would return with fervor.
"Don't worry. I'll take it out before I cum, baby,"
Reggie reassured her.
His heinous act had progressed too far for too long,
felt too good to both of them now and would run its
course.
"Ooh," Melissa gasped, his cock sawing in and out,
rubbing a sweet spot beneath her clitoris never
stimulated through intercourse for her before. It kept
distracting her and she was unable to ignore it. Yet
Melissa failed to understand the connection between the
intense sensations she experienced and the size of
Reggie's penis. She never had intercourse with a man
even remotely this well-endowed.
They needed to stop, but delirious and on an incredible
high, Melissa briefly postponed resistance only to
succumb to the drug again, once more confusing Reggie
for her husband, Bill, and becoming completely absorbed
performing the sexual act at hand with him.
With Melissa's lucidity lasting no longer than flashes
of lightning, an hour of passionate lovemaking quickly
passed. Reggie's tongue explored every crevice in her
mouth, his cock bored into her pussy practically
visiting her cervix, and they repeatedly embraced while
moaning to each other.
"No, can't. Isn't right," Melissa suddenly babbled as
she felt another orgasm approach and again recognized
that Reggie was fucking her not Bill. She remembered
how she had wanted to stop Reggie earlier, and she
resumed struggling beneath him.
"Shhh, just relax. It's alright. No one will know and
I'm going to take it out of you in a little while."
Reggie calmed her somewhat until the drug kicked in
again. He was intent on making her underfed, white pussy
enjoy 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 announcing
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 cumming again. Her pussy was squeezing
Reggie's cock uncontrollably. No words or actions could
conceal this physical truth occurring between them.
Perhaps God was watching, but like Bill, He was not
going to help her either.
"That's it, baby, that's what I want. I want you to cum
for me more. Show me how much you love me love big
black cock," Reggie goaded as Melissa's fingernails dug
into his muscular biceps.
Melissa could only moan 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 had 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 hatred for Reggie, she could not stop
climaxing for him. She was unable to keep track, but
Reggie counted her orgasm at least 12 times during her
lengthy maiden ride on his big black cock before finally
allowing himself to cum.
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 mind-blowing orgasm
herself, she ignored the signs.
"Oh, baby, I'm going to cum in your pussy."
"No take it out now."
The inertia was too great, like trying to stop a
locomotive. Neither of them did anything to alter their
physical course headed toward an explosive collision.
Her wet pussy kept welcoming his returning cock with
involuntary spasms as if trying to milk it.
Like a geyser, his cock finally obliged her caucasian
pussy, feeding it an abundance of potent negro jism.
"Oh, God no, don't," she helplessly fretted beneath
him, his penis and her vagina pulsating in unison from
stimulating each other. "You're cumming in me."
Reggie remained on top of Melissa after they finished
having sex. Again Melissa hugged him in delirium while
minutes passed. She felt his big penis slowly turn
flaccid inside her and his copious ejaculate begin
oozing out of her overfilled vagina.
She remembered he was not Bill.
"You need to go," Melissa mumbled, mispronouncing her
words and still very high from the drug. Befuddled, her
embrace from moments ago transformed into a tired,
feeble resistance. She kept trying to push Reggie off
her.
Reggie rolled off Melissa. His fat, lengthy penis, now
slack, finally exited from her with a plop similar to a
cork removed from a champagne bottle. "I can't leave.
There's a blizzard outside, you're feverish and I need
to keep an eye on you."
Was she sick? Melissa recalled not feeling well and
almost freezing to death outside in the snow. She still
felt very strange and could not remember how they ended
up together like this.
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. Such a dirty,
sinful act especially with a strange black man
repulsed her. It was horribly wrong, but a combination
of pain, fear and inebriation left Melissa with no
choice.
After receiving oral sex for her first time, Melissa was
about to learn how to perform it. In darkness, her mouth
found Reggie's slimy shaft dripping with their slippery
body fluids.
She wanted to gag at first. It was as nasty as she had
anticipated. But soon the drug made everything better.
Somehow the flavors and even the repugnant act itself,
became less distasteful to Melissa the longer she
performed it on Reggie. As if by instinct, she started
caressing and rolling his big heavy balls in her hand
while sucking on his huge black penis. The darkness
helped her forget that this was not her husband.
"That's it, just like that, baby," Reggie cooed,
releasing her hair and guiding her. He corrected her
technique a few times and for the next hour, she learned
how to pleasure him orally.
Reggie's cock was so large and hard, Melissa's lips
strained around its head. Her hands ran up and down its
shaft, as if it was a big, warm club of rigid flesh she
held in them. The size of this penis seemed unreal. How
did it fit inside her before?
Melissa momentarily grasped that this was not her
husband, Bill. She needed to make Reggie orgasm soon or
he would likely fuck her again. That would be worse than
the horrible thing she was already doing to him. She did
not want his repulsive male organ in her vagina ever
again.
Reggie noticed the improvement in Melissa's technique
and realized that the white bitch was trying to make him
cum so he would not fuck her. Her pussy needed another
inoculation of big black cock, he thought.
"That's good. I'm going to fuck you now." He pulled 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 was about to
resume in spite of her best 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 began
supplanting 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 black cock now," he
reminded her. Oh, yea, your little white pussy feels so
fine."
"No, I don't want to. Stop it. Ooh, I can't. Ah, ah,
ooh..."
***
With more snow forecasted, an early morning achromatic
light from an overcast sky crept in and gave the room an
ashen aura. Although Melissa had resisted, drugging her
last night had made it easier for Reggie to get into her
panties, introduce her pussy to big black cock and begin
planting a preference for it in her.
He held her beneath his arm as she slept soundly, and in
the light, he appreciated her delicate Caucasian facial
features and her incredible female figure. She was still
nude and his eyes feasted on her flawless body. His long
dry spell had ended. He had taken another man's wife,
this lovely young white woman last night.
The house was cold without power or fire. Their only
warmth came from each other beneath the blankets.
How fatuous Bill had been with such an innocent,
virtuous and gorgeous 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
partner. For the next three weeks, Reggie planned to
make her rehearse lessons of adulterous self-indulgence
with him masturbation, oral sex and fucking a big
black cock. He would make her have sex with him until he
turned into a difficult habit for her to break.
Ironically, Bill wasted his time and energy in Peru
trying to convince natives to stop some of the same
immoral sex acts his lovely wife, who he carelessly left
alone and unguarded, would now unwillingly practice with
a black man until she learned to like them. 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 or her
location at first. Her mind was 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 stiff nipple, as pink and firm
between them as an eraser on the end of a pencil
twirling it around and keeping it erect. "Mmmm," she
mumbled dreamily, taking no action to stop him
initially.
After a few minutes, she realized this was no dream, but
awful reality. "Oh my God, what are you doing here?"
Melissa asked confusedly, 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
started wearing off and lucidity began returning in his
victim, each woman reacting differently to her apparent
promiscuous behavior the preceding night.
"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 in the freezing cold, soaked and suffering
hypothermia. I saved your life by bringing you inside,
taking your wet clothes off and warming you. 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 previous
evening through the foggy haze filling her brain:
speaking with Reggie, feeling nauseous, freezing outside
in the cold but most disturbing, his huge black penis
and repeated intercourse with him. She could not
recollect when or how the sex began, but horribly
graphic visions of their nightlong intimacy replayed in
her mind like glimpses of hardcore adult video clips
featuring the two of them.
Melissa sat up in the bed and brought her hand over her
eyes in embarrassment and 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.
Melissa 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. She silently wondered in horror how many
times she committed adultery with him during the night.
Reggie curiously waited for Melissa's response. How much
did she remember from yesterday evening and did she
believe the lies he told her? Would she figure out he
had slipped her a powerful date rape drug? She scooted
over creating distance between them and pulled more of
the blanket around herself.
"You need to leave now."
"You're still feverish. I'm not leaving you in this
weather. Besides, I don't want to end our relationship,"
he replied with a grin. He was determined to finish
cultivating the latent preference for big black cocks in
her he knew all white women possessed. With enough
grooming Melissa would acquire a ferocious appetite. He
had seen it occur many times before in white women. "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 some floozy. He was not going to
'relieve' his nasty, black 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."
Mistaking her persistent high for illness, Melissa
emerged from the bed. With the blanket wrapped around
her she headed toward the chiffonier for clothes to
wear.
She noticed her wet pajama bottoms and torn panties
wadded together on the floor, and her pajama top,
missing a few buttons, a distance away.
Melissa tried clearing her head, but had difficulty
thinking clearly with date rape compound still in her
bloodstream. She did not feel well. Did this disgusting
pig tear the garments off her, haphazardly toss them and
force himself on her? Or did they have consensual sex?
She could not remember what happened between them last
night, but what explained the torn panties, the missing
buttons and her clothes strewn about the room this way?
None of this made any sense to Melissa. Where was her
phone? She needed to find her phone and call the police
if he refused to leave.
Melissa's contemptuousness angered Reggie. He needed to
distract her before the date rape drug wore completely
off and her scattered thoughts cleared. With her
cognitive abilities still impaired, it was the best
moment to make his move.
He sprung from the bed and jerked the blanket off her as
she rummaged through her dresser with her back toward
him.
Stripped of her protective covering, 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 perfectly curved body the same way
they did when he first met her in church, but this time
her lack of clothing left her completely exposed to his
devouring stare. He took in all her beauty nicely
toned muscles beneath smooth, unblemished skin, a face
and figure worthy of a Playboy centerfold.
A moment passed before Melissa realized their nakedness
and her vulnerability, her eyes wandering down his flat
stomach with its ripped abs and then descending lower to
his impossible manhood.
Reggie's grotesquely large penis had actually been
inside her. It sickened her to look at it hanging from
him like a fire hose. He belonged in a freak show. How
could something that huge be human or fit inside any
woman? It was as large as a horse's cock.
She gaped in disbelief and could not take her eyes off
his penis. It was not even erect and it looked so big.
How did she possibly have intercourse with him last
night?
Melissa did not know it yet, but she was not contacting
the police or anyone else because he had already taken
her cell phone and the power cord to her computer. And
she was not going anywhere either 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 see you looking at my cock, girl, but I don't think
you understand the seriousness of our relationship,"
Reggie spit into her terrified eyes. "You should have
thought about things before you came on to me last night
told me how lonely you were and how much you wanted
me. We banged a bunch of times and you loved it. You
came like crazy on my big black cock. That makes us fuck
buddies.
"You don't get to abruptly end things with me now
because you got what you wanted and feel like it. I'll
decide when our little affair is over, and it won't be
anytime soon. I think you're a stuck up white bitch that
likes to tease black men and needs to get 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, as
she stood stunned. "You started this relationship and
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 going to learn quickly to like having your new
boyfriend's big black cock stuffing your tight white
pussy," 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 primary concern. After he
released her throat, she wheezed in the bed to catch her
breath as he parted her legs.
Reggie eagerly inspected her beautiful pussy in
daylight. Its intricate folds and coloration were
obscured by shadow the previous night.
Aside from a very thin patch of shortly trimmed pubic
hair, her vagina was completely bald, exactly the way
Reggie liked girls. 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 her to experience his 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 he touched this special place on their
bodies. He could control the most conceited woman by
stroking her love button the right way for her.
Melissa closed her legs cutting off Reggie's 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 face and
her thigh tucked in his arm to prevent it from re-
closing. He played with her pussy.
"No," Melissa 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 clitoris slowly enlarged in his fingers and a soppy,
slippery sheen that came from her moistening vagina
coated it. She was still sobbing, although attenuated
tears, as he plied her clitoris bringing 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
stimulated her "little head" more, piqued its interest
with sensations to think about.
"You want me to stop touching it?" Reggie inquired as
the involuntary undulations in her hips gradually
increased in frequency and force from his unrelenting
strokes. "That's right. It's going to feel good even if
you don't want it to."
She hated him for making her body do this; hated Bill
for leaving her alone, hated herself for gullibly
allowing Reggie into her house to seduce her last night,
and most of all hated her body for betraying her.
Reggie stopped masturbating Melissa and changed
position.
"What are you doing?" Melissa stupidly asked. 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 incredibly large penis. It looked like a
lengthy tree trunk with a humongous ball sac pendulously
hanging beneath it.
Reggie heard little of what Melissa said, answering with
silence and a smile as he climbed between her legs and
lined up his cock with her opening. Only two reptilian
thoughts circulated in his brain, obscuring all else,
"Gotta fuck this fine white pussy real good. Gonna spoil
it so bad until she wants big black cock only."
"No, please. I-I-I can't do that with you again. It's
wrong. I'm married and I'm not taking birth control."
Melissa and Bill had been trying to have a child.
Because of Bill's low sperm count, it had been difficult
for Melissa to conceive with him. Unfortunately, Bill
had fallen down on the job with her and Reggie now rose
to the occasion.
"You were married last night and it wasn't wrong then.
Don't worry, I'll take it out before I cum." The brown
bulbous head of his penis adjoined her moist pink
opening and high voltage sparked as their genitals
touched.
The date rape drug turned Melissa's memory into Swiss
Cheese. The numerous times Reggie had already filled her
pussy with potent Negro sperm after promising to
withdraw were part of the many holes in her
recollection. She only vaguely remembered last night and
their repeated intercourse as glimpses at someone else's
perverse intimacy and not her own.
Melissa panicked anyway. She had to say something to
stop him. "N-n-no, please, Reggie, I'll do anything
else. You're too big for me."
"Sorry, baby, nothing else will do. I wasn't too big for
you last night. Once you got used to my big black cock,
you loved it. You kept saying how good it felt. You're
gonna get used to it again because I've got to have your
pussy some more."
"Put on a condom then..."
Melissa could not believe the words leaving her mouth.
She had to say something to stop him, but did she
actually just ask him to wear a condom for her? How
little that would do to make this better and how
ridiculous it sounded, like she was agreeing to do this
with him again, she thought.
She was a married Christian woman and sex with anyone
besides her husband was adultery. She would never
consent to having intercourse with him, but had she
already done so and forgotten?
"I don't have any; never use them. It's not as intimate
wearing them. Besides, don't you remember telling me
last night how good my cock felt in your pussy without a
rubber? You said you didn't care that I wasn't wearing
one that it felt better that way. I want us to feel
the magic of each other again baby not latex."
Even the straws Melissa tried grasping remained out of
her reach. Reggie's words sunk into her brain, for a
second sounding vaguely familiar but unlike her own. Did
she really say all those things to him last night?
Her eyes opened widely staring fearfully into his; her
mouth gaped in disbelief and her hands tightly gripped
his broad shoulders trying to hold him away and as if
bracing for a horrific auto accident. 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 for this disgusting black man to use with her.
It was too late for condoms, her hope futile. Her slick
vaginal membranes, populated with receptive nerves,
announced the humongous unsheathed intruder stretching
them, snugly yet smoothly sliding against them.
To her chagrin, Melissa felt Reggie's enormous black
cock, in its entirety, completely open her the way he
wanted without any barrier protection. With her hands
still uselessly gripping his shoulders, she kept her
elbows locked to prevent him from settling on top of
her.
Reggie's weight grew heavier the longer she held him
off. Her arms became fatigued.
With Reggie coming to rest on top of her, Melissa's
hands finally abandoned his shoulders and franticly
sought a strategic place to push him away. The search
proved fruitless as he drilled further into her.
"Please, don't."
"Oh, yea, your tight white pussy feels so good." Reggie
had acquired a throbbing erection while masturbating
Melissa, which her silky cunt was now soothing for him.
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 leaving her alone and vulnerable. Bill had let
this happen to her.
"Oh, oh, no," she softly cried each time his huge black
dick sunk back into her.
Her pussy stretched for Reggie's cock. His thrusts
pulled its labia in and out, giving her a combination of
fading discomfort and piercing pleasure unlike anything
she had experienced with Bill. Was this why she had sex
with him multiple times last night? This was all wrong.
She hated what Reggie was doing to her. 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 anyway his long, fat cock
rubbing so many sensual nerves in her vagina, including
the extra sensitive sweet spot 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 at times and even fucked back just a
little.
The bed squeaked rapidly and loudly enough to be heard
throughout the house. At times Melissa's cries seemed
almost like erotic moans that increased in volume.
Fortunately, no one was present for this sordid chorus.
"Ooh, ah, ah, oh, nah, ooh, no 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 protesting. His big black cock
relentlessly pumped into her and then his warm semen
flooded her pussy once more...
Melissa spent the entire day with Reggie as his captive,
mostly in her bed. Presently underneath him again, the
lingering effects of the date rape drug had finally worn
completely off and she recovered from her mystery
illness.
Without drug induced euphoria, the full horror of what
she actually did with him became increasingly clearer.
How did she allow this to happen?
Melissa's memory refused to cooperate. When and how they
became intimate remained stubbornly absent from her
recollection.
"I'm gonna cum, baby."
She lost count how many times the disgusting animal had
already made this exact same announcement and ejaculated
inside her. "Oh God, take it out this time! Don't cum in
me again!"
The weight of Reggie's gigantic muscular body
unexpectedly lifted off her. She looked down between her
legs and watched his long, fat penis pull completely out
of her vagina. His cock was soaking wet.
He did not cum inside her this time. She felt relieved
and strangely grateful to him.
Reggie straddled her, holding his hard black dick in his
hand like a heavy piece of iron pipe and jerking on it.
She had not seen a man do this to himself and could not
stop watching in repugnance.
His horrible penis suddenly spit at her, warm, slimy cum
unexpectedly shooting into her hair, her eye and on her
lips before her hands shielded her face from additional
spurts. She felt his goo continue showering her tits and
land in her belly button.
The sperm shower ended. Melissa lowered her hands from
her face while he rubbed her nipples and tits with his
slippery semen. She had never seen so much ejaculate
before. His thumb scooped out the puddle of spunk
filling her belly button.
"Open your mouth."
"No, please it's disgusting," she cried, her eyes red,
puffy and overflowing with tears.
He grabbed her hair and pulled as if trying to uproot a
crop of weeds."You didn't want me to cum in your pussy.
Open your Goddamn mouth, now!"
A glob of Reggie's semen glistened on his thumb. Sore
and exhausted from uselessly fighting him all day,
Melissa allowed him to put it in her mouth.
"That's right, clean it all off and swallow."
Her face looked like it was going to break from
revulsion as she obeyed his directions. His spunk was
like an oyster on her tongue.
He wiped up jism remaining on Melissa's face with his
fingers and fed all of it to her.
"That's a good girl. You gonna learn to like how it
tastes."
***
Days had passed and 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 had run out of
firewood, but until now kept warm sharing body heat
along with body fluids that Melissa desperately tried
to avoid exchanging with him.
"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.
Faint bruises covered her breasts where he had pinched
them and her buttocks where he had spanked her. When she
fought 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 on 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."
"Yes you do, baby. You white girls can't get enough big
black cock."
Her head shimmied as she tried holding back and he
pulled her towards him. She hated oral sex, but
especially with him. It was sinful, perverted and
disgusting. Yet over the past three days they had
performed it on each other multiple times daily.
"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 and
determined to completely break her of it.
She did not want to do this again but did not want
another spanking either, so she took Reggie's flaccid
cock still unbelievably large 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 smooth back with
his other hand.
"You see how much better it is if you don't resist me?
How nice it is to suck on a big black cock? I don't want
to hurt you. I'll love you and treat you nice if you
treat me nice."
"Uh-huh," Melissa moaned, her mouth filled with his cock
again. She loathed him and his disgusting phallus. She
would never enjoy sucking on it.
Like a flag on a pole, her head rose higher as his organ
enlarged and hardened, ultimately its glans barely
fitting in her mouth and making her cheek bulge. The
side of her face soon rested above his stomach near his
chest.
Her hands held his towering penis at its base while she
ran her tongue and lips along its shaft licked its
smooth, sensitive helmet the way he had taught her.
Forced for days to suck his cock, and harshly corrected
when she sometimes did it incorrectly, she became
increasingly better at something she supposedly did not
like.
She gently rolled his big heavy balls, which felt warm
and soft, in her fingers. 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. "Don't waste any of it."
She followed his cue, put her lips around the glans of
his penis again, and pumped its shaft.
"That's it, good girl like you love it," he reminded
her.
She hated sucking on his gigantic black cock, but he
might hurt her if she didn't do it right.
"Oh, yea, doesn't that taste good?" Reggie asked as
Melissa pumped his penis while gulping down more
disgusting cream spurting from it.
"Mhmm," she moaned working his colossal black shaft with
her hand, the head of his cock still in her mouth. She
had to milk and swallow every last drop from him before
stopping.
When he finished she retreated to the other end of the
sofa, the taste of his semen lingering in her mouth. She
did not understand how he could make so much jism. He
had already fed her his cum twice this morning and she
swallowed several more mouthfuls now.
Melissa wondered how a man could be this virile, produce
so much semen and practically not need a refractory
period.
Drinking Reggie's testosterone-filled semen for days
changed Melissa, but she failed to notice it. Although
she resisted, the taste was slowly becoming more
tolerable, and the act of performing oral sex on him
less revolting to her.
Reggie rose from the couch. Melissa's eyes raked his
black muscular body towering over her, landing on his
thick, long flaccid cock, now temporarily satiated,
hanging pendulously in front of her.
"What you're doing to me is wicked and despicable to
God, Reggie. You're hurting me and angering Him. You
need to stop this and repent."
Melissa found it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes
off his incredibly large penis. It began looking less
offensive to her, perhaps even a tinge appealing. "You
can still save your soul."
Melissa droned about sin and God while 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 was determined to
completely spoil her pussy and make her cum until all
the virtue remaining in her was defeated. "Are you going
to forgive me?" he asked.
Melissa looked down and saw the nakedness Reggie forced
her to stay in for days 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. He had no right
touching her clitoris, making it sensitive, making her
more responsive to his loathsome and immoral acts.
"Don't touch me there," she blubbered.
Slouched on the sofa, she looked down between her opened
legs and helplessly watched a revolting yet increasingly
familiar sight her clitoris becoming bigger and firmer
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, enjoy adultery with her nigger
boyfriend and cum for him. 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 must have enjoyed it because
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 and it was big and hard again like a huge
over-ripe plantain. How could he keep going like this?
He could not be human, she thought.
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.
She knew what he wanted he had made her do it to him
like this previously and it was so degrading. No, she
could not do it again.
When she resisted him before, however, he hit her and
then fucked her hard for an extra long time. Fighting
him again would only mean more pain, more bruises, and
an identical outcome.
She realized it would be better to just do this with him
now and get it over with sooner. Even though she did not
want to have more intercourse with him, there was really
no way of avoiding it.
She thought she was out of tears, but she began crying
anyway as she straddled him. "Please don't make me do it
to you again."
"But you're getting really good at it," he callously
replied.
"I can't... no!" 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 her
lock where it absolutely did not belong.
Finally, the head of his behemoth cock found her pink,
wet slit. She felt him parting her lips slipping his
cock inside her.
"No, don't. Why are you making me do this?" Melissa wept
in frustration with this horrible black man's insanely
large penis entering her vagina again. 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, baby." His hands on
her firm buttocks slowly guided them downward.
"Ow, ow, it hurts," Melissa groaned, his huge black cock
sliding further into her the tumblers of her lock once
again conforming for his wrong key. Even after three
days of frequent intercourse with him, she still felt
his penis opening her, filling her and her pussy
stretching to accommodate it.
"Nice and easy," Reggie cooed. "That's it, baby you'll
get used to it again soon and start liking it."
He sickened her. He was not her husband and she did not
want to get used to it again or like it. 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. "No please stop
making me do this with you. It's wrong. I'm married and
I can't commit adultery."
"Shush, it's not that bad. I can tell you're starting to
like it. You're getting so wet, baby. Oh, yeah, that
feels incredible, girl."
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 her.
She was indeed growing use to it again just as Reggie
had predicted, and began acquiring rhythm in spite of
her hatred for him. More and more, with momentum
building, she found herself unable to stop riding him.
She rose up intent on dismounting his long, fat penis
yet each time, not quite far enough. His thick, lengthy
meat, imbedded deeply inside her, was a hurdle too high
to overcome with his strong hands holding her ass and
checking her movement.
Instead of dismounting his skyscraper of masculinity,
she kept sliding back down it instead, taking all of him
back inside her.
"Doesn't that big black cock feel good now? Reggie
asked.
Its depth inside her left Melissa speechless and her
mouth gaping. While she reluctantly fucked him, 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. But he forced her
to betray her husband, her vows of faithfulness, and
join to him. He made her surrender physical intimacy
that bordered her soul, sensations that actually touched
it, and she detested him for it. Yet her body began
giving him a much different response.
"Uh, ah, ah, oh, ah, ah, no," she mewled. Her arms
reached around his neck for further support and she
pulled close against him. Her pink pussy travelled up
and down his dark black dick it made wet and shiny like
a dipstick removed from motor oil.
"That's it, baby, stop trying to fight it," Reggie
encouraged, embracing her smooth, white body in his
black, muscular arms as she fucked him. "You see how
good big black cock feels inside you?"
"Oh, God, no," she cried turning her head to the side in
embarrassment to avoid his eyes. Her hold around his
neck involuntarily tightened, her pussy began to spasm
and an obnoxious grin formed on his face.
Her taut wet cunt gracefully slid up and down on his
thick, dark shaft in a steady, uninterrupted tempo
almost like that of a metronome hardly requiring his
oversight.
"Oh, you feel so good, baby. Youre so tight and
silky.
"Oh, oh, no, please don't make me. Ooh, ah, uh, nah,
oh."
"That's, it baby. Keep working your pussy like that. Oh
yeah, I love how it feels inside you."
He was a sick, perverted animal, Melissa thought. She
hated him, yet he was inside her. She had always been
faithful to Bill until Reggie tore that precious
fidelity away from her like a heartless thief.
This demented black man forced her to experience every
single inch of his monster penis visiting uncharted
depths of her womanhood.
The truth was horrible. Reggie had stolen far more
intimacy from her in their short time together than she
had ever shared with Bill. Reggie's horrendous cock
caused such intense physical feelings deep inside her
she did not welcome from him yet was powerless to stop.
"Oh," Melissa softly moaned, involuntarily hugging him
even tighter, her soft firm breasts pressing harder
against his chest while she fucked him.
"Oh, yeah, baby. See how much your pussy wants that big
black nigger cock now?"
"Oh, God, please no. I hate it and I hate you,"
Melissa cried into his muscular shoulder unable to stop
committing this disgusting, immoral act on him. He might
hit her again if she stopped if she somehow managed
slipping his ungodly long penis from her vagina before
he finished, she rationalized to herself.
How could her body betray her like this? Her hips stuck
on autopilot repeated a perverted dance with him. Her
pussy enthusiastically lubricated his black cock and
seemed to welcome the colossal invader more
affectionately than her own husband's penis.
She was an arrogant, high-class white bitch who grew
less inclined to ever seek help or have him prosecuted
with each orgasm he gave to her, Reggie thought. She was
the type of white woman he enjoyed bringing down by
making her fuck big black dick repeatedly, instilling in
her an insidious appetite for well-hung dark meat.
She felt dirty and ashamed when they finally finished
fucking. 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."
Naked and holding her legs tightly together in a moot
attempt at modesty, Melissa sat on the sofa 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 anyway.
And even if she could get outside without Reggie
noticing, whom would she call and what would she say?
This was a small town where everyone talked about each
other. They would all learn every flagitious detail of
what Reggie did to her and what he made her do to him.
She would become the subject of gossip and malicious
lies.
What would Bill think of her if he ever learned of all
the disgusting things she did with this black man and
how much she came on his big penis?
What Reggie was doing to her was awful, but the
embarrassment of other's knowing of it was far worse.
Fear and shame led Melissa to inaction and her further
spiral downward.
***
The snow outside was thawing. Her bruises from not
cooperating those first days started fading with her
improved compliance. Melissa began finding Reggie less
unpleasant and her situation with him more bearable
similar to if he had forced her to smoke cigarettes with
him until she finally stopped coughing and began
acquiring the unwanted habit herself.
Although she still eagerly waited for the snow to
completely melt so he would leave, her anticipation for
Reggies departure lost some of its desperation.
From his days recruiting innocent girls as prostitutes,
some from good families with proper upbringing, Reggie
knew the longer a nice girl practiced a vice with
someone, the less distasteful it became for her even
in the case of a young, faithful wife like Melissa.
This was all part of his plan. The more he made Melissa
commit adultery with him increasing the salaciousness
of their sex acts each time the more comfortable she
became doing it. Snowed in together and with her husband
away for three weeks, Reggie had the opportunity and
time that he needed to work on her.
It was an unusually cold fall even for this northern
climate, and it had taken a week for the snow to start
melting. Meanwhile, the consequences of Melissa's
failure to seek help and escape Reggie's molestations
multiplied, the sex with him becoming progressively more
depraved and her thoughts of Bill more infrequent.
Reggie's constant pursuit of physical gratification with
Melissa left her with minimal concentration for anything
else. Today the sky stayed cloudy and the day gloomy
with rain, but Melissa had little time to notice the
weather outside.
She slipped from their bed late this morning while
Reggie apparently slept. Exhausted, Melissa wandered
into her shadowy kitchen wearing only panties and a bra.
Reggie had kept her awake most of the night having all
kinds of sex, as he had done with her every night for
the past week.
Severe sleep deprivation made her thoughts as cloudy as
the weather outside and she was unaware of Reggie's
presence behind her.
Reggie had quietly followed Melissa, admiring her
shapely ass and how sexy her sleek body appeared in
undergarments.
Suddenly his arm wrapped around her narrow waist and
Melissa realized the short time away from him was
already over. She turned around.
Reggie observed how tired she looked, how successfully
he had worn her down. But more work remained for him to
perform on her. "What you doing here, baby? Why did you
leave me all alone in the bed?"
Melissa silently stared back at Reggie somewhat dazed.
He was naked and held her securely in his arms. His hard
cock jabbed her stomach. She realized what he wanted and
tried pulling away from his hug, but her firm ass bumped
into the table behind her.
"Come on, baby, let's get these panties and bra off you.
You know how hard my cock is when I wake up in the
morning. You gotta help relieve it for me."
"No, I dont want to do it anymore with you.
Their sex yesterday lasted all night and seemed to stop
only a short while ago, yet Reggie was already hard and
starting with her again. Her hands pushed against solid
muscles bulging from his chest, and she arched backward
over the table trying to escape his embrace. The head
of his huge black penis still stabbed her tummy like the
end of a hot poker.
His arm stayed fastened around her thin waist while his
other hand slid into the front of her panties and pulled
them downward.
"No, not here. I don't want to do it with you again,
Reggie."
"Yes you do, baby. You know how much you like cumming on
black cock. It's gonna feel so good for you. Don't start
fighting it again. It won't help you any."
She struggled some, but with a little effort her bra and
panties came off anyway.
"No, I really don't like doing it with you. Stop it."
He lifted her up, set her on the edge of the table and
pushed her legs open.
Reclined on her elbows, she looked up at him and
desperately searched his lust-filled eyes for a spark of
compassion. His stare remained transfixed on the lower
part of her body though, and she felt his fingers
spreading her delicate lips. Embarrassingly, her vagina
had already moistened for him.
Damn, your pussy be dripping wet for more black cock,
baby."
"No stop touching me."
"Yes, baby. We gonna give this pretty pussy of yours
what it wants and make it feel real good some more.
Youre saying no right now, but you gonna be loving
this big black cock again in no time.
No, I dont want that anymore!
Yes you do, girl. Quit your lying.
Reggie believed the clitoris was an Achilles Heel for
most women, and he knew how to exploit it. While much
smaller than a penis, its enormous concentration of
nerves was capable of producing such intense pleasure
for females that it usurped their freewill.
Melissa was female and he knew how to gain her reluctant
cooperation. It would only take a few moments to make
her no mean yes again.
His thumb paid special tribute to her clitoris
attention he knew her sensitive little organ grew
particularly fond to from previous responses. And he
slowly returned his gigantic penis into her snug vagina.
He disregarded her protests, like she was a longtime
girlfriend that belonged to him.
After all, it was time for her feeding again more
grade A black cock for her fine Caucasian pussy while
he worked her love button to really spice things up for
her. Unfortunately for some white women like Melissa,
preference for king-size chocolate penis was a taste
they acquired stubbornly and slowly.
But Melissas tiny vagina experienced his humongous cock
more like brown sugar on the tongue each time he fucked
her. Although she truly did not want to like it, Reggie
began cultivating a sweet tooth between her legs for the
huge hunk of dark meat he kept giving to her.
She absolutely did not want anymore sex with him. But he
was doing it to her again anyway, this time on the edge
of her kitchen table. His cock began the long, leisurely
journey deep into her birth canal while his thumb
maintained a tight orbit around her clit.
"No, Reggie I said stop it not here."
"Oh, yes baby, right here. You want this. You're soaked.
I love putting my hard cock in your tight pussy. Doesn't
that feel good going inside you? You starting to like
big black cock?"
The intense sensations began to hijack Melissa's
thoughts his penis going so deeply inside her, his
thumbs narrow course softly brushing her clitoris. He
kept asking her if it felt good, if she liked black cock
cooing horribly filthy things non-stop while sexually
assaulting her.
But yes, it felt good to Melissa too good. Could that
mean she liked it and liked him? She experienced more
guilt and confusion. Reggie did lewder things to her
each day, that caused her body to involuntarily respond
and humiliatingly orgasm for him.
Her elbows hesitantly collapsed beneath her, placing
Melissa completely on her back. Why was she even
thinking this way? She detested him and everything he
did to her.
A long serrated meat knife sitting on the counter just a
couple of feet away from Melissa had tempted her, but
she lacked the fortitude to grab it and stab Reggie.
She briefly thought about sinking that knife right into
Reggie's gut while shouting that she hated him and his
big black cock, but a power he possessed over her grew
stronger and became harder to fight the longer they
stayed together.
His thumb and penis working in concert kept monopolizing
her attention, drawing her thoughts away from the knife
and quickly focusing them on Reggies activity between
her legs that upstaged everything else.
What a lovely scene, Reggie thought. He triumphantly
watched this gorgeous white woman, reluctantly lying
before him on her kitchen table, taking his beefy black
cock in her pussy and arching her back while his thumb
mercilessly stroked her increasingly receptive clit.
Married and typical of her race, she was once too proud
and haughty to be with the likes of him, but not any
longer, it seemed.
That feeling good, now baby? Lets see how hard we can
make you cum.
Ooh, dont no.
All she could do was pitifully moan, lying on her back
on her kitchen table, crying out from powerful orgasms
she was unable to stop him from giving her. His monster-
sized penis burrowed deeply and unrelentingly inside
her, his gorilla hands began groping her perky tits, and
his fingers teased her taut nipples.
The old wooden table Melissa lied upon squeaked its
disapproval of her inaction each time Reggie drove into
her.
"Ooh, oh, no, I don't like it, Reggie. It's wrong. Ah,
ooh, please stop...don't do this no, ah, ooh, ah, oh."
"Oh, baby, your pussy feels so good. Stop denying it.
You getting so wet. You liking big black cock more each
time we do it."
Melissa sensed the growing tension in Reggie's body.
Regretfully, they had fucked so many times in the short
period they had been snowed in together that they were
becoming familiar sex partners. She recognized all his
signs the change in his voice, the acceleration of his
thrusts, the intensity in his face and how his hands
touched her.
"Uh, ah, no, please... no more, Reggie. Oh, ah, stop
now. Don't cum in me again ooh."
"Oh, yeah baby, I can't stop. You feel too good I feel
your pussy throbbing on my cock. Im gonna cum too.
"No
Reggie released the explosive orgasm he had held back
while fucking Melissa, the rich and plentiful cream from
his huge heavy balls nourishing her wet, receptive cunt.
Melissas legs, which had somehow instinctively locked
around his ass contradicting her pleas to stop, released
Reggie as if she suddenly realized what her body was
doing with him. He was not her husband and a loathing
she always experienced when receiving his seed washed
over her again.
He had no right touching her vagina, putting his penis
inside it or filling her with his semen, yet he kept
doing it. She felt his long, hefty organ finally pull
out of her tight cunt.
Reggie stood at the edge of the table between her spread
legs.
They were finished having sex at least for a little
while, Melissa mistakenly thought, relieved it was
temporarily over. She started to sit up, but Reggie's
strong hand landed on her chest and stopped her.
"We aint done yet, baby," he said. It was an unwelcome
phrase she hated, yet heard from him often.
"But you just came in me," she complained while
reclining on her elbows and breathing heavily. His hand
stayed on her chest, preventing her from sitting
upright. "I need to go to the bathroom."
She wanted to get off that kitchen table an
unsanitary, stomach-churning place to have sex, she
thought and wash his vile, negro cum out of her vagina
as quickly as possible. As usual, the quantity of semen
he ejaculated for her corresponded with the enormity of
his testicles and penis.
Reggie did not reply, absorbed momentarily studying her
beautiful clitoris, now a darker pink than usual and
engorged. His brown wet dick, resting on her light skin
beside her pussy, was still firm and almost reached her
sexy bellybutton.
Melissa felt the warmth and wetness of his big heavy
penis on her stomach.
Reggie thought her clitoris deserved more attention and
began rubbing it with the slippery head of his penis,
gently sliding his cock up and down along her sensitive,
swollen hood.
Melissa looked down at what felt even nicer than all the
other vulgar things he had done to her recently, and
watched, unable to take her eyes off this revolting
sight that appeared to her so much uglier than it felt.
Between her splayed legs the smooth brown head of his
penis kept nudging her excited pink clitoris, both
organs wet and glistening, heavily covered in a messy
combination of their secretions from intercourse. Reggie
had coaxed her completely open for him during their sex,
and she remained that way now.
"Oh, God, what are you doing? You just finished y-you
came in me already."
She tried looking back up into Reggie's eyes, the clit
massage having the desired effect, her face contorting
as she stared at him.
He was engrossed with her vagina again and did not
return her gaze.
Reggie watched her pussy squirm beneath him trying to
avoid the sensual contact with his penis, but he was
unrelenting. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to
the very edge of the table and next to him. He held his
hardening cock against her tumescent clitoris following
its every move, sliding himself up and down, indulging
her sensitive female flesh with his own, much larger,
male version of it.
He watched her pussy's efforts to escape this continued
touch from his penis slowly wan.
She hated herself for having orgasms with him before and
did not want them again. Her hand arrived on his strong
rippling abs and pushed at them. The modest diamonds in
her engagement ring and wedding band brilliantly
sparkled against his dark skin.
"Stop it. Stop it, you cant do this, she repeated
unconvincingly while her clitoris took it all in and
sent repeated signals of intense pleasure to her brain.
He had already demonstrated on numerous occasions that
he could do whatever he wanted with her. Her hand
finally gave up pushing against his hard muscular
stomach and settled on her soft inner thigh that had
remained open for him. She surrendered and lay back down
on the table.
Thats good, girl. Dont resist it anymore. It wont
help you any. Just let that fine little white pussy of
yours feel good now its gonna feel real nice whether
you want it to or not.
Oh, no
please.
Melissa's defeat was Reggie's victory. Her left hand
stayed on her opened inner thigh. Her engagement and
wedding rings still glinted, unaffected by the terrible
infidelity occurring beside them that rendered their
symbolism completely meaningless:
Her sacred vagina abandoning final attempts to avoid
contact with his hard cock began small graceful
undulations with it instead, traitorously exchanging
delightful sensations with this black man's penis in
betrayal of her once honored wedding vows.
Reggie, true to his word, made Melissas pussy feel so
unbelievably good, that she relinquished control to him.
Reggie took cruel delight prodding her excited clitoris
more with his cock and causing her pelvis to
involuntarily respond with ever greater coital gestures.
Her hips increasingly moved with the beauty of an exotic
dancer. Does it feel good now, baby?
Ooh.
Reggie's cock and Melissa's pussy began speaking an
identical language, saying similar things to each other.
It was not the first time her body communicated with his
like this.
Melissa still stubbornly refused to verbally acknowledge
the pleasurable feelings, yet her moans revealed them to
Reggie. She had taken some coaxing to bring her back
around, even though the contact between their genitals
had immediately restored Reggie's full erection before
he even lost it.
"Oh, oh, ah, ooh don't." She was pathetically cumming
for him again.
"Oh, yeah. Does it feel good right there, baby? Is that
your special spot? Your wet clitty made my cock real
hard again. Does your husbands cock get big and hard
for you like this?"
Melissa panted. Sex with Bill rarely lasted more than
two minutes and she never orgasmed from it. Now that she
knew Reggie this intimately, her husband seemed so
small, weak and impotent to her. "Oh, God, no, he
doesn't. He's not sick like you. Ooh, you bastard, stop
it."
Reggie kept wetting his cock in her pussy, taking his
penis out of her soaked vagina minutes later and
resuming the irresistible clit massage on her.
"What's the matter, baby? Dont you like it feeling
good? I feel your pussy cumming when I stick my cock in
it and you're so wet."
"Uh, ah, oh, nah ooh, please no stop." Melissa's eyes
were barely open. Her mouth was ajar and her breathing
labored.
His cock filled her pussy and caressed her clit so
perfectly, making it feel so incredible, that she
actually forgot for a time how much she really hated
Reggie and hated doing this with him. She forgot about
her marriage and that Reggie had no right touching her
there that no part of him, especially his penis,
belonged anywhere near her vagina, let alone in it.
"Yea, you really feeling it good now girl, huh?"
She did not want to 'feel it' or hear his ludicrous
comments, but he would not stop rubbing her clitoris
with his big hard penis and saying those perverse
things. She tried tuning him out, but like the
sensations, his words penetrated to her deepest core and
like their body fluids, his warped thoughts began mixing
with her own.
Yes, she reluctantly felt every wonderful bit of him
just like he wanted.
Like the alcoholic after that first sip, she seemed
powerless to stop their intimacy from becoming more.
Reggie kept refilling her glass, forcing her to consume
what he poured. He was getting her drunk with sex.
By continuously sharing the same intoxicating elixir
with him even though she drank it involuntarily she
was unwittingly acquiring his habit and turning into his
partner. Together they experienced something much harder
than liquor and stiffer than any alcoholic beverage.
"Do you like the way that feels now, baby?
He put his penis back in her vagina, leaned on top of
her and began kissing her ear.
It feels so good inside you, girl. Im gonna keep
making you cum for me. Yea, you starting to really like
that big black cock."
Melissas hands, seeming to have minds of their own,
began gently tracing the muscles in his back and then
softly embraced him. Oh, Reggie, you cant keep doing
this. Stop it.
But Reggies gigantic black penis kept returning deep
inside her, causing Melissas pussy violent and
uncontrolled spasms.
She could not help it. She soon found herself tightly
hugging him as he fucked her.
***
Reggie watched Melissa recover on the kitchen table
after mercilessly making her orgasm for almost the
entire morning they had spent fucking on it. Her
perfectly shaped tits rose and fell with her deep
breathing and her eyes stayed dreamily fixed on the
ceiling.
She was on her back lying naked in front of him like a
leftover delicacy he had finished devouring. Naked as
well, he sat in a chair beside her silently admiring his
handiwork.
Melissa's pale pink nipples were still hard and pointy,
her clitoris of the same hue, was plump and juicy.
Between her legs that remained separated, a stream of
his potent negro cum flowed from her wet slit, forming a
small puddle on the table.
Reggie noticed some of his jism on her chin. Melissa
had acted completely unlike herself in her throes of
eroticism. Following his directions she had
complaisantly taken his cock in her mouth and cleaned
their cum of it after he came in her pussy.
Reggie had successfully squashed almost all of Melissas
previous resistance to oral sex by frequently practicing
it on her and mercilessly training her to perform it on
him.
But the sex had ended and her senses returned. Why did
you cum in me again, Reggie? Couldn't you at least pull
your penis out? Her voice was low and emotionless, her
gaze still fixed on the ceiling. I did everything you
wanted.
She blamed herself for this inappropriate sexual
relationship she found herself trapped in with Reggie.
Her memory of her first night with him remained murky
although she remembered the sex.
While she could never forget her first time with his
huge black penis, she could not recall exactly how the
sex started.
Reggie had convinced her that in a delirious fever and
moment of weakness she somehow consented to intercourse
with him. That initial infidelity was the awful mistake
she could not remember making that started their
horrible affair she could not seem to end.
Reggie remained silent. Using the snow as an excuse not
to leave, he fucked her whenever he wanted numerous
and lengthy sessions every day, like the one they just
completed and turned her previously tidy home into a
mess.
Dirty dishes were piled high in the sink and her clothes
were strewn everywhere. She could not keep anything on
very long without him tearing it off her.
Melissa's jeans, shirts, pajamas, and underwear sat in
various places he had stripped them from her forcing her
to have more sex. Evidence of their illicit activity
her clothing and lingerie was everywhere, including
the kitchen table, the couch, the living room floor, and
the bed she once shared only with her husband.
Reggie's demand for constant sex left Melissa little
time for other things, like picking up and cleaning. It
appalled her to fornicate with him like this and
embarrassed her to have her house in such disarray.
Still lying on her back, Melissa turned her head and
noticed her silk panties siting beside her on the
kitchen table, right where Reggie had hastily pulled
them off her while she uselessly protested. They were an
attractive bikini style, luckily unripped this time
because she had reluctantly cooperated with him.
They had started fucking on the kitchen table the
instant her briefs came off it seemed. The undergarment
was another failed barrier that further reminded Melissa
of the adultery Reggie made her commit with him multiple
times daily.
Melissa realized that all she had left to wear,
unfortunately, were her nice panties cute ones like
this pair she stared at next to her that seemed to
further excite and entice Reggie. But that was certainly
not her intention.
She had worn all her conservative briefs in failed
attempts to be less attractive to him. Each time she
tried resisting he ripped another pair off her body
until she only had her nice ones left. She did not want
those torn by him as well.
Continuous sex at the expense of necessary chores was
not Melissa's lifestyle. At least no one had been by to
see the mess, witness them together or engaged in all
their sinful intercourse.
Melissa sat up, craning to find her other clothes.
Another grey day appeared outside the kitchen window,
but an icicle hanging from the eave was melting and
becoming part of the rain. With the snow finally thawing
Reggie would leave soon, she thought.
She would forget all the shameful things he made her do
with him and put the entire ordeal behind her before
Bill returned. Living with this horrible secret was
preferable to sharing the embarrassing truth with
anyone.
Melissa was determined never to let a single soul know
about Reggie and her humiliating, repeated rape by a
black man. In this small community, everyone talked to
each other and their favorite pastime was gossip, the
juicier the better.
"I think I'll stay until your husband gets back," Reggie
sneered before Melissa had a chance to locate any of her
clothes or put on her panties. "You need to write him a
nice letter telling him what a good, strong Christian I
am."
Melissa's jaw dropped and she abandoned the search for
the rest of her clothing. Her silk panties remained
bunched in her fist. Reggie's audacity flabbergasted her
and she looked at him incredulously as she sat naked on
the kitchen table in front of him with her pussy
containing his negro sperm.
He could not be serious. He was supposed to leave. There
was no way in Hell she would let Reggie fuck her like
this for two more weeks.
"I thought you were leaving once the snow melted and you
could get to your truck."
"Whatever gave you that idea? I'm not leaving my
girlfriend all by herself with no one to make her cum
for two weeks.
Im married and Im not your girlfriend.
Tell that to your husband along with how many times you
came on my huge nigger cock and how many times I filled
your little white pussy with nigger sperm. Now get some
paper and start writing!" Reggie snapped.
With razor sharpness, his words sliced into Melissa. I
need my clothes."
"Don't put on a single thread. You can get dressed after
you write the letter. It's not like I haven't seen you
naked before."
Melissa heard irritation percolate through Reggie's
warning. She knew from prior experience how quickly it
could turn to rage and his use of her least favorite
orifice as punishment.
She did not want him ever sodomizing her again. At first
it was the most humiliating and excruciating ordeal she
had ever experienced.
But by the time he had finished fucking her ass, she had
actually become somewhat accustomed to the disgusting
act, and to her chagrin, found herself aroused.
Adultery was bad enough, Melissa reasoned. Allowing
anal sex to become a frequent practice with him was out
of the question. She did not want to give Reggie a
reason to do it to her again and possibly adopt it as
another part of their sexual repertoire. Without
hesitation she followed his directions.
Reggie dictated the letter Melissa wrote:
"Dear Bill,
"I miss you. I hope things are going well in Peru.
Please give Scott, Larry, Lisa, and Rev. Doyle my
regards.
"We had an early blizzard right after your departure.
You left just in time. I was without power for two days,
but fortunately, the new parishioner at our church,
Reggie Johnson, came to check on me. He cut some extra
firewood and shoveled the snow from our doorway.
"With the bad weather, I have been reluctant to drive on
the roads and have not attended church, I'm afraid.
Fortunately, Reggie lives nearby and visits frequently
to study bible with me. We pray together often truly a
profound experience and are becoming closer friends.
He is a strong Christian and a good man. I like him
dearly and I'm certain you will like him too when you
get to know him.
"I know I tried to discourage you from going on this
mission, but I should not have been selfish with you.
Actually, 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 both spreading The Good News, albeit in
different ways.
"Reggie has only recently discovered Jesus, but he is a
quick learner and he is even teaching me some
interesting facts I didn't know. I'm pleased with his
progress. He and I discover new and beautiful things
about the world and each other every time we pray and
study the Lord's Word together. I'm so happy I met him.
"That's about all I have to share for now. I've been
doing little projects around the house, with Reggie's
help, which have made my first week without you pass
quickly. Even though it seems like it will be an
eternity, 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 Melissa finished the letter, Reggie pulled her into
his burly arms, and their naked bodies touched. She
recoiled slightly from his big flaccid cock pushing
against her tummy as he hugged her.
His huge black organ frequently visited deep inside her
birth canal over the past week. It robbed all her
dignity making her violently cum for him. She dreaded
having sex with Reggie again, especially after what he
just made her write to Bill, her actual husband.
Melissa grieved over the last part of that letter's
closing, '...always faithfully yours' because it was no
longer true.
Reggie had forced Melissa to eat forbidden fruit with
him, share the taste of his lust for her flesh and
commit horribly sinful acts that opened her eyes.
Melissa understood the perverse double meanings woven
throughout the note Reggie made her write to Bill.
Fortunately, Bill was still pure, trusting of her and
far too naive to see through Reggie's veiled references.
"Would you like to go to town to mail this and get some
supplies?" Reggie asked almost conciliatorily.
Relieved that at least for now Reggie 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
strong dark 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 said your truck slid off the road and was
stuck," Melissa queried, her voice containing
irritation.
A big grin revealed the whitest teeth, which appeared
even brighter against his dark complexion. "You remember
me telling you that?"
Melissa glared at him without answering.
"That's right, I told you that before I got you high."
Reggie remarked.
"Got me high? What are you talking about?"
"I played with you our first time together, Melissa. You
were stoned on some potent shit I put in your tea."
"You drugged me, you pig?"
"I couldn't help it, baby. You're so beautiful. I wanted
you to enjoy our first time together as much as
possible. I knew there was no way you would ever let me
have you consensually and I didn't want to hurt you. I
knew you'd like black cock once you tried it a few
times."
"Like black cock? You're a sick bastard! Hurt me? That's
all you've done since you've been with me."
She angrily stared at the grey blur of dormant trees
passing by her passenger window as he drove along the
lonely stretch of highway to town. Melissa now knew the
truth: Reggie had planned the whole thing and slipped
her a date rape drug that first night to get inside her
panties.
None of the things he had told her were true. She never
had a fever or came on to him, and this affair was not
her fault. But since then they had fucked, sucked, and
practiced other perversions with each other more times
than she wanted to remember, and she was now hopelessly
tangled in an extramarital sexual relationship with
Reggie.
She realized Reggie had duped her, which brought her
thoughts back to Bill. None of this would be happening
if Bill had stayed home instead of leaving her alone to
go on his missionary trip.
She prayed to God to take away her anger with Bill, to
make this coerced and depraved relationship with Reggie
end, and to prevent her from becoming pregnant with
Reggie's baby.
Reggie's wipers were set too low and allowed drizzle to
build up on the windshield. She could barely see out the
window. Irritated, Melissa ended her silent appeal to
God.
"Turn your wipers higher so we don't have an accident."
"You're afraid of us having an accident?" Reggie
quipped, coincidentally referring to the same topic
Melissa just finished silently praying about an
unplanned pregnancy.
"Yes, make them go faster," she replied, naively missing
his double entendre. A sheltered life had maintained an
innocence in Melissa now quickly vanishing because of
Reggie 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 a 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 deeply 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 saw Kelly inquisitively look at Reggie as if he
was a bug 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. She worried
Kelly might see the box of triple extra-large condoms
she was buying for Reggie to use with her. She spoke
hoping to keep Kelly Distracted, "I'm sorry, this is my
friend, Reggie Johnson; he's a new parishioner at our
church."
"Are you two here together?" Kelly asked noticing how
nervously Melissa acted and how closely Reggie stood to
her. This black man was huge and looked like a
professional linebacker, Kelly thought.
"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 answer. She did not know what Reggie might say
to Kelly.
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.
Everyone knew Bill and Melissa wanted children. There
was little doubt why Melissa was buying triple extra-
large condoms with Bill out of town, this huge muscular
African-American man driving her around, shopping with
her and standing so closely to her.
It all made sense to Kelly, although she never thought
Melissa would commit such an immoral act especially
with a black man. Kelly briefly wondered if Reggie
seduced Melissa with his large penis. She had always
heard that black men had really big cocks.
Kelly pictured the erotic contrast of this big burly
stud taking petite Melissa, stuffing his thick, dark
meat into her tiny pink hole and making her cum. Kelly
felt her vagina dampening and instantly put the sinful
thoughts out of her mind.
Obviously Melissa was a slut. How could she possibly
betray Bill like that? "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 stared out the window at the scene occurring in
the black sky between the moon and clouds. She said
little to Reggie as he drove. 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 and he made her
orgasm.
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 we 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, cinereous branches descended from all directions
into the narrowing 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.
Claustrophobic panic gripped 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 the 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, and not to 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. 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 that she liked his big
black cock? He made her sick and she despised
intercourse with him.
She also worried about getting pregnant.
Condoms would at least be a tenuous barrier between them
and a thin partition of safety separating their genitals
and the potential consequences of their continued and
complete physical 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. At least she had the condoms for him to
use with her now.
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. She was 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 dismay at her indecently spread legs
as his tongue entered her slit. He nuzzled her tiny
golden brown bush that appeared black in the moonlight
and was no wider than her eyebrow.
Her hands had become useless appendages that awkwardly
pushed at his head with no effect.
"No, please, don't," she cried. "Oh not there."
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 most
private place and coming to rest in his kinky black
hair.
Why did Bill leave her alone for this to happen to her?
She closed her eyes and began to orgasm.
"That's it, baby, let your big black fuck buddy make you
cum. Your husband left you all alone. He had more
important things to do than take care of his wife."
Her face contorted.
"Ooh, ooh, uh, no, oh, he didn't. Don't say that."
"Oh yeah, does this make your pussy feel good? I'd never
leave a beauty like you alone for three weeks, but I'm
glad your stupid husband did because it gave me the
chance to spoil you the way you deserve."
"Oh, ooh, no ... please don't."
"That's right, keep cumming for me girl and enjoy it.
Bill is getting what he deserves."
Reggie 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? I'll protect you, baby."
Ironically he was what she feared most more
specifically, his gigantic black penis that was already
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 for her purse and pulled out the
box of rubbers she had purchased earlier.
"What are you doing?"
"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 barely cover 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 thick, long prick.
"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 and her hands beginning lustful
explorations of his muscular chest.
She was in the midst of another orgasm when Reggie
unexpectedly lifted her up. His long, thick cock, soaked
with her vaginal secretions, came completely out of her
pussy and flopped onto his hard stomach.
He never finished with her this quickly. "Are you done?"
Melissa asked bewilderedly and with a little
disappointment. His pleasure-giving penis was abruptly
removed from her.
"I'll get on top now."
Reggie raised Melissa's thighs and spread them wide.
"Uh okay," she agreed docilely, now accustomed to long
fuck sessions with him. The hormones in her body
dictated resumption of their unfinished business. She
was actually relieved that he still needed to cum.
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?"
"It feels better this way," Reggie answered 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
reproductive organs 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. You're starting to
like black cock. Stop fighting it."
He nibbled his way up her neck and to her ear.
Melissa felt further tangled in a knot with him. Was she
actually starting to like black cock? Maybe she had
enjoyed his big black penis all along but could not
admit it to herself.
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 it.
They fucked until the wee hours of the night. Melissa
felt the warm spurts of Reggie's jism coat her cervix.
He had over-filled her pussy with his cum.
When they finally finished for the last time, she
silently retreated to her side of the truck as far from
him as possible and fell asleep against the passenger
side window. Some of his potent sperm leaked from her
pussy, soaked through her panties and formed a wet spot
on her jeans while she slumbered.
Reggie took the opportunity to stealthily remove the box
of condoms from her purse. It became 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 awakened 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 deplorable,
but now started accepting with him. His large testicles
produced huge amounts of sperm that he simply needed to
ejaculate. When she helped him alleviate his frequent
erections he treated her nicely.
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. She had actually
bought condoms to have sex with a black man who was not
her husband.
Reggie had no right seducing her like this. They were
committing adultery and 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 continued inaction,
however. Bill would never forgive her once he learned
all the depraved things she did with a black man.
She was done praying for the rapes to end. She hated God
if God actually even existed for making this happen
to her. God was the reason Bill went to Peru, leaving
her alone for Reggie to violate in the first place.
It seemed like the reply to every plea she made to God
for Reggie to stop molesting her was more sex with
Reggie. Perhaps God was a perverted Devil who wanted to
destroy her marriage by pairing her with this depraved,
hypersexual black man possessing such an absurdly huge
penis, she thought.
Reggie yawned and his hand slowly began fondling her
breast through the smooth silk of her pajamas. The sex
would begin again shortly if she could not 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, baby? My cock is
really hard and achy this morning."
His cock was hard and achy every morning and throughout
each day. It seemed like they fucked incessantly to keep
relieving it for him.
"I need to cum to get rid of this," he said pulling back
his blanket to show off 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 by yourself instead of
doing it to me all the time? I don't want to keep having
sex with you."
Melissa tried to hold on to her pajama bottoms, but he
pried them out of her hands, yanked them off, and tossed
them on the floor. Her bottoms joined all the other
garments he had hastily removed from her recently,
adding to the existing mess.
"That's a good idea," he said as he lifted up her top to
suck on her cute, pink nipples. Her body was so perfect.
She reminded him of those Barbie Dolls little white
girls always played with.
"No, you need to 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."
"No, please don't touch me there anymore."
"What? You don't like me touching this?"
He softly fondled her clitoris.
"Stop it please!" She twisted her hips as he held her
legs apart. Her fists sank 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 too."
"Oh, God, no!" 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 for you now and left you like this?"
Her pussy was wet, 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 every time a pretty girl
like you gives me an erection, which as you know, is
often."
He sounded apologetic.
" I can't help it. My cock gets hard all the time and
aches. It hurts so badly if I don't take care of it. God
created me this way while placing females like you, with
beautiful bodies that cause my suffering, and are
capable of alleviating it, tantalizingly close."
While Reggie spoke self-pityingly of God's cruelty, it
was Melissa who was actually treated unfairly by God,
chosen to be an unfortunate recipient of Reggie's
amorous attentions.
What god would create a monster like Reggie? A demon
that took or more accurately, strong armed young
faithful wives, spoiled their bodies with unsought
pleasure and ruined happy marriages?
Melissa did not reply to Reggie, but for those few
moments, she almost understood him while he continued
soothingly manipulating her engorged clitoris, making it
firmer and even more receptive to his touch
transforming her into a sexual creature like him.
She could not let him make her that way again. She had
to stop him somehow. He was obsessed with sex. He was
sick and slowly infecting her with his mental illness.
"Please stop touching me there," Melissa sobbed. He
needed to learn to control his sexual impulses rather
than forcing married women like her into helping him
indulge them, and seducing those women into adulterous
relationships with him.
"I'm sorry, baby. I know I'm making you very sensitive
and it's feeling really good to you now. I'm not going
to stop."
"Ooh, God no."
Reggie turned the ultimate expression of love into an
animalistic act of physical gratification. He delighted
in giving married white women the undesirable craving
for big black cock.
He cruelly brought Melissa too far to the verge of
orgasm and then abruptly stopped masturbating her.
All the faith Melissa once had in Jesus provided no
protection from Reggie. Like the other women Reggie had
seduced, Melissa was also catching the distasteful
appetite for big black cock and for adultery. Reggie
unrelentingly inoculated her with his powerful toxins of
lust.
"You ready to fuck now?" he asked, lifting her thighs
and spreading them wide.
"No, please wait." Melissa reached over for her purse.
"What are you looking for?"
He already knew what she sought the box of rubbers
but she was not going to find them. His meaty, black
cock waited between her legs ready to slide into her
moist, pink slit.
She panicked.
"I can't find the condoms. Where are they?"
"I don't know baby, but I can't wait anymore."
Reggie slipped his bareback cock into her pussy again.
"Ooh, Reggie, no I can't keep doing it with you like
this."
"Yes you can, baby. No one is going to find out."
"Ooh, ooh, you don't understand." Melissa mewled, his
big fat cock working into her. It felt so good rubbing
underneath her clit and against the multitude of
innervations lining her pussy, pulling her tightly
stretched labia in and out.
This was all wrong, but Melissa began assimilating to
extra marital sex and an interracial relationship with
Reggie. She was bonding with him emotionally. But how
was this outcome to be avoided when she was constantly
forced to commit immoral acts with him that her body
seemed to appreciate more each time they performed them?
Without Bill to intercede, a primitive yet powerful
force made things progress along a natural course driven
by primal instinct. Reggie, who Melissa had initially
hated, replaced Bill in her bed and claimed her as his
own.
"There's nothing to understand. It just feels good to
both of us, baby. There's no reason to feel guilty about
this. Let's enjoy each other. Bill shouldn't have left
you alone for three weeks with no one to take care of
you. You're helping me and I'm helping you."
Reggie kept saying the right things to her. She was
angry with Bill for leaving. He had abandoned her for
three weeks and during a terrible storm. He allowed
Reggie to come and do this to her.
"Ooh, ooh, do promise you'll pull out of me this time
before you cum."
"Of course I will, baby."
Reggie had successfully planted his flag in someone
else's sovereign soil. He planted that flag so deeply
that it could never be easily removed.
Melissa's arms somehow began embracing him as his
humongous dick drove into her. She wondered about what
Reggie said. Bill never complained that his penis hurt
him like that when it got hard. But then compared to
Reggie, Bill barely possessed a penis.
Perhaps the unusual enormity of Reggie's cock, combined
with the huge quantity of sperm his testicles seemed to
constantly produce, caused it to hurt when he became
excited, she thought. Out of the very few men she had
known, none possessed an organ even remotely as large or
virile as his.
"Oh, oh, uh, ooh," she grunted ... "does your penis
really hurt you badly when it's hard like that?"
They began to fuck more passionately.
"Oh, yeah, baby, it's really painful it hurts and my
balls ache. But it feels really good and the pain goes
away as soon as I put it in your pussy and when you
suck on it for me."
"Ooh, uh, ah, oh. I'm sorry it hurts you so much,
Reggie. Why does it keep getting that way all the time
so hard?"
"I don't know. Whenever I'm near beautiful women it gets
that way. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, began
making tight circles around her clitoris with his thumb
while driving all the way into her forcefully. "Uh, does
that feel good like that, baby?"
Melissa's lips briefly slipped the truth through her
moans, "Uh-huh, ooh."
She definitely liked it. Regardless of how hard Melissa
had tried guarding her words previously, her body had
revealed its likes to him long ago and he had
mercilessly indulged its desires to seduce her further.
The repetition of forced sex began to make their
physical intimacy seem natural to Melissa. It became
less important to conceal from him what felt good to
her. Melissa's resistance for the well-hung, black stud
was now rapidly deteriorating.
"Does it feel better like this, baby?"
She did not want to answer him. "Oh, oh, oh, I guess
right there," Melissa mewled anyway. She arched her back
and twisted the sheets in her fists about to begin
another big orgasm.
Together, Melissa and Reggie seemed to form a circuit
that became more complete the longer they plugged into
each other, the current flowing between them increasing
in voltage and made Melissa climax multiple times. They
zealously generated even more power between them.
"Ooh, that feels really good, Reggie. Oh God, oh God,"
she repeated in unison with his thrusts.
Reggie decided it was time to put Melissa to the test.
Suddenly his huge penis, planted deeply and securely
inside Melissa, somehow accidentally flopped out of her,
abruptly interrupting their perfect circuit like an
unexpected blackout of electricity in the middle of a
busy day.
Melissa breathed heavily, as if she had finished running
a marathon. An opportunity to end this horribly immoral
act presented itself they were unplugged. Over the
past 30 minutes, an enormously erotic current had flowed
through her. Reggie's huge cock had felt so good and now
it was suddenly gone.
Melissa grabbed Reggie's heavy shaft, slick with their
intimate fluids, and gently tugged it a few times.
The sparkle from her wedding band as her hand held his
warm, heavy cock caught Reggie's eyes. He was going to
put himself back inside her silky, wet cunt anyway,
regardless of what she decided, but he waited first to
see what Melissa would do on her own.
He was not wearing protection and was close to having
his orgasm, but she was in the middle of one. She could
have tried jerking him off, but instead, she guided
Reggie's cock back inside her warm, wet pussy. Hardly
giving it a thought, she chose to resume unprotected
intercourse with him.
Reggie now knew Melissa was his.
***
Melissa squandered precious days looking for missing
condoms and having more unprotected sex. Not wanting
anyone else to see her with Reggie purchasing
prophylaxes again, she avoided the long journey back to
town.
Everyone knew she and Bill were trying to have a baby.
With her husband away, 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 the 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?"
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.
Oddly, sharing herself with Reggie no longer felt alien
to Melissa. Her body fed his ferocious passion, and that
passion filled a void that had formed in Melissa's heart
during Bill's absence.
At some point, their physical intimacy had crossed a
threshold becoming something that resembled friendship.
Vulgarities during sex what felt good and where
began replacing Melissa's cries for Reggie to stop. She
ceased asking him why he was doing this to her and their
conversations evolved to broader topics.
What began as rape was strangely becoming lovemaking and
an adulterous affair.
She was married to Bill, but perhaps she could love
another man too. If nothing else, she could secretly
enjoy his big black cock.
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 taking
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.
A feeble voice tried reminding her this 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 finally
succumbed to Reggie's decadence, and Reggie fully
indulged her acceptance. He had not found a white woman
yet he could not break down and hook on big black cock.
***
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 containing Reggie's kinky pubic hairs and
dried semen needed to be changed. She needed to do much
cleaning to eliminate all the evidence of her activities
over the past three weeks and in preparation for Bill's
return tomorrow.
Reggie was finally leaving and the adultery with him
would soon end. Melissa told herself she would forget
all the sinful things she did with Reggie and resume a
normal Christian life with her husband.
However, as Melissa lay next Reggie, her thoughts
drifted from cleaning and the married Christian life she
was about to resume to something more primal. She felt
her pussy salivating for one last sample of his
incredible black cock.
Just a little peek, Melissa thought, carefully pulling
down Reggie's sheet as he slept beside her, and admiring
his gorgeous morning erection. His hard cock was so
familiar to her now that she could sketch it from memory
in minutest detail down to every vein. Unfortunately,
Bill's pathetic little penis did not even compare to
Reggie's colossal manhood.
Her own feelings revolted her. Did she actually prefer
Reggie over Bill? How could something as shallow as a
man's color and penis size become so important to 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.
Taking his ache away felt so good inside her. Adultery
might be sinful, but how could she let him suffer while
able to alleviate his agony and in the process pleasure
both of them?
Melissa knew something was wrong with her thoughts. She
never felt this way about a man desiring him like
this.
How had she been seduced into wanting such a horrible
thing? She kept caressing his big hard penis as he
slumbered, unable to stop herself. Her soft strokes
turned into gentle tugs.
His cock was mesmerizing long, heavy and so thick her
hands barely fit around it. She craved his big black
penis.
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.
"Mmmm, ah, uh-huh."
Reggie tilted his head back in the pillow and closed his
eyes, "Oh, baby, that feels good."
"Is it feeling better?" she asked, gently jerking on his
penis. "I don't want it to hurt you today."
"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
always 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.
His penis 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.
It replaced love with lust.
"Mmmmmm, uh-huh," Melissa moaned as she suckled more of
its deadly venom and fell prey to its seductive charms.
"I know what will make it feel even better."
She climbed up and straddled him.
"Let me put it in here."
She inserted the head of his cock into her juicy slit
and slowly lowered herself, her pussy sliding down his
long rod, taking it inside her.
"Ooh, ooh, uh-huh," she moaned, rising up and down,
feeling herself stretch, and incrementally fitting more
of him inside her.
Reggie placed his hands on her flowing hips, "That feels
nice. Keep doing that."
"Uh, ah, it's so big," Melissa moaned, finally taking
all of him inside her. "Ooh, it feels so good. I love
your big black cock inside me, Reggie."
"Oh, I know, baby, and you're so tight. That's
incredible you feel amazing. Keep moving. Oh, yea,
just like that."
"Ooh, ooh, you're making me cum, 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
sweet, little 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!"
"Oh, oh, ooh, Reggie. It's okay. Cum in me."
"Oh, yea, that feels good," he groaned flooding
Melissa's pussy. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful."
Her hips slowed to a stop, and she lied languidly on top
of him stroking his muscular chest with her hand, their
time together dwindling like his erection.
However his erections always returned and Melissa failed
to realize that like them, so would he.
***
He was finally gone. After their morning sex, he spent
the day helping her clean and left that afternoon.
The affair with Reggie the dreadfully 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 of Hell.
Unfortunately, part of Melissa grew to find 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 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 she would
finally return to a normal Christian life.
But there would be other trips for Bill to go on.
Melissa remained on the couch and drifted off to sleep.
For now at least, Reggie only returned in her dreams.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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