Something about Reggie made Christy uncomfortable. She received a strange feeling when he looked at her with his deep, dark, eyes that seemed to penetrate right into her.
She hoped this huge black man who towered over her husband would not make an immediate decision, so she could discuss the matter further with Dave. They could tell Reggie someone else rented the room, she thought.
Reggie had experience with young, well-educated white women like Christy. He realized how uncomfortable he made her feel. The sparkle from her diamond engagement ring and wedding band on her finger momentarily caught his gaze.
He knew her type — a snooty, white bitch raised in an upper-middle class family sheltering her from any interaction with men of his color. As a liberally educated adult, she professed racial equality but failed to ever practice it in her own bedroom.
They had far more house here than they needed for such a young couple. A greedy gamble made during the housing bubble, leaving them in financial trouble, Reggie silently speculated.
A shrewd businessman from drug dealings on the street, and a seasoned sexual predator never missing a chance to score young, naïve, white pussy, Reggie understood the fleeting nature of this opportunity. He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, “I’ll take the room. How much security deposit do you want?”
Christy standing beside her husband, her arm entwined with his, tightly squeezed Dave’s hand as a signal not to immediately accept Reggie’s offer.
All the money Reggie displayed mesmerized Dave, who misinterpreted Christy’s gesture as an affirmation, “Uh, $500 for a security deposit ought to be enough.”
A grin appeared on Reggie’s 35-year-old face as he pared away enough cash to cover the deposit and a year’s worth of rent. He handed the smaller wad of money to Dave.
Dave’s face lit up like he just found a long-lost friend. He had anticipated perhaps getting a security deposit and first month’s rent — not an entire year’s worth of payments in a lump sum like this. The cash in his hand was an instant rush of euphoria, like a double shot of fine whiskey coursing through the veins when quickly drank on an empty stomach.
Christy forced a smile Reggie recognized as insincere.
Reggie nodded at the money in Dave’s grasp, “I’ll need a receipt, indicating I paid the full year room and board plus security deposit.”
“Of course,” Dave replied with a shake of Reggie’s hand to finalize the deal. Dave quickly went to fetch a pen and paper to write the receipt, leaving Christy alone with Reggie.
Dave unwittingly admitted a violent, high-ranking criminal — who wanted to keep a low profile — into their home. And he granted this criminal easy access to his gorgeous wife.
Reggie briefly snuck another glance at Christy’s tight ass and firm, young tits, peeling away her clothing with his eyes, as if she was luscious fruit he wanted to devour. He imagined how she looked beneath the modest dress she wore.
Christy certainly was an attractive package. She stood about medium height with a petite build and perfect measurements that included a tight, flat abdomen, nicely curved buttocks, and full, round breasts — the epitome of female form.
The 23-year-old college graduate and housewife took care of her figure by maintaining a strict diet and exercising daily. Her model-like figure, combined with smooth, white skin, dark, blue eyes, and silky, blond hair that extended slightly past her shoulders, received the gaze of many men, who saw in her a girl of their dreams.
But no other man could have Christy because her heart already belonged to her husband, Dave.
But that did not stop Reggie from undressing her with his dark eyes. His cock twitched as he thought about the possibility of fucking this cute, white bitch.
Reggie was not dressed like your typical college student, wearing an expensive sports jacket, silk slacks and Polo dress shirt that were all tailor fit and showed off his tall, muscular physique. Christy noticed impressive diamond rings on each of his hands. He looked more like a NFL linebacker than a college student to her.
“So, what are you studying?” Christy nervously asked, attempting to break an awkward silence. Reggie also seemed a little old to still be in college as he had claimed, she thought.
In truth, Reggie had not set foot on a college campus in years, not since his early days hustling drugs on the street. In his line of business he was able to move up in rank without needing college classes.
His quick reply without any elaboration seemed suspicious to Christy, but Dave suddenly returned smiling with a neatly written receipt and an extra key to their house, “Here you go, roommate.”
“Okay, great. I’ll be back a little later with my things.”
Reggie took his key and receipt from the young couple and departed.
“Look at all this money!” Dave gleefully whispered after the door closed, holding up numerous hundred dollar bills as if they had won a sweepstakes.
“I don’t know about this guy. Maybe we should check him out or something first, honey.”
Dave was counting the money not really listening to Christy. She did not have the heart to press the issue about Reggie living with them. She was probably being overly cautious anyway, she thought.
Dave seemed happier than he had been in a long time, since the rough economy took their jobs. The warehouse position he managed to find did not pay all their bills. This was enough cash to bring them current and avoid foreclosure.
Reggie returned a few hours later that evening and quietly unpacked in his new room while Christy and Dave went to bed. When Reggie finished settling in, he turned off the light.
After a few moments Reggie’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and he silently made his way down the hall to Christy’s and Dave’s bedroom door, which they carelessly left ajar.
The sound of lovemaking — the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two young people lost in passion — grew louder as Reggie approached. He stood at the threshold to their room and peered through the sliver of an opening at two shadowy figures moving in concert, his black skin providing a perfect camouflage in the dimness of night.
Reggie’s penis got hard. It pushed against inadequate room in his gym shorts and sought release from its confinement.
His turn with Christy would come soon enough, he thought.
“Oh, I’m going to cum,” Reggie heard Dave exclaim.
“Oh, I love you,” Christy cried as she wrapped her arms around her husband in a tight embrace and his body grew tense from his orgasm.
Imagining her arms wrapped around himself instead of Dave, Reggie quietly returned to his room undetected.
Dave withdrew his modest condom covered penis from Christy’s tight vagina and turned on the light on the nightstand beside their bed.
The thin latex membrane, slick with Christy’s juices, contained a small amount of Dave’s ejaculate in its tip. Christy watched Dave slide the protective barrier off. The two had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before starting a family.
A virgin bride and a faithful wife, Christy never had even the slightest desire for anyone else. She loved her husband madly.
Dave left for work early and Christy visited the gym for her daily workout of swimming laps and some resistance training when Reggie woke up to an empty house.
Over the weeks Reggie learned their schedules. He knew Dave would not return from work until evening and Christy arrived home mid-morning.
As Christy entered, Reggie sat shirtless on the living room sofa in a pair of loose gym shorts. Solid muscles bulged beneath the smooth black skin covering his arms, chest and stomach. Christy wanted to tell him to put on a shirt but decided against being confrontational.
Christy’s voice contained a hint of annoyance, “When do you attend classes?” She had noticed him gawking at her more frequently and it seemed like the only thing he studied was her figure when he thought she was not looking.
Reggie began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch in front of her while his eyes blatantly raked her body. “I take classes online. Where you work besides out at the gym every morning, baby?”
The way some black males inappropriately touched themselves in public repulsed her. “Don’t call me ‘baby’. I’m currently between jobs. But I haven’t seen you even open a book yet since you’ve been with us.”
Her condescending reply before she proceeded to her bedroom to escape Reggie’s lustful stares taunted Reggie. He was more determined than ever to fuck this cute white bitch.
Reggie waited a few minutes and then followed Christy. When he reached her bedroom, he heard the shower flowing in the master bathroom. He carefully turned the doorknob and entered her room. The bathroom door, unfortunately, was shut and locked.
He knew Christy would never let a Nigger’s cock inside her pussy. She appeared in excellent shape, and would definitely fight it. But after the struggle he would subdue the petite wife and fuck her.
While he waited for the bathroom door to open, a crowd of framed photographs comprising her family and friends neatly stood on her dresser. In complete stillness the images of all those white folks — who until now had insulated her from men like himself — watched in mute sympathy. Christy obviously cared deeply for these people, which might prove instrumental in his plans, he thought.
The shower stopped. Reggie’s cock grew hard inside his shorts as the virile organ anticipated moving into a new, higher-class white neighborhood.
Christy opened the door wearing only a red, silk thong with matching bra, and was greeted by Reggie. She tried to slam the door shut to keep him away.
Christy’s initial suspicion of Reggie had been correct, but she had ignored her gut feelings to please Dave. In an ironic twist of fate, Christy’s attempt to appease her husband jeopardized their marriage far worse than financial woes.
Reggie’s hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Christy’s efforts and her feet, unable to hold ground, slid back across the slick tile floor.
Reggie charged into her bathroom.
“What are you doing? Are you crazy?”
He unexpectedly punched Christy in her stomach. His fist drove into her like a cannon ball, the crushing impact evacuating every bit of wind from her lungs.
“You gonna like getting fucked by your new black boyfriend, baby.”
She doubled over gasping for air while he dragged her by her hair from the bathroom.
Before Christy regained her breath, Reggie had thrown her into bed and yanked her panties and bra off, leaving the hapless girl lying on her back completely exposed.
Christy wheezed and coughed, “Please, don’t do this.”
“What the matter? Don’t you like fucking niggers?”
Reggie forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of her treasures he planned to plunder. He loved how these classy white girls kept their pubic areas so immaculately groomed.
Reggie’s eyes feasted on Christy’s naked body with its gentle feminine curves. Her smooth genitals lacked hair or even stubble due to laser treatments. She appeared almost pre-pubescent except for a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair, no larger than a thumbnail that remained. Her flat tummy was adorned by a delightful belly button and defined abdominal muscles. Pink areolae a little larger than quarters crowned her firm c-cup tits.
Christy’s silky, white skin contrasted with Reggie as he touched her. Her tight, youthful body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face.
Dave was a fool to leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself, Reggie thought. He reached down between Christy’s splayed legs and gently parted her labia, a lovely shade of pink revealed, for a closer look at her pussy.
She felt Reggie manipulating her privates like she belonged to him, “Oh, God — no! Please don’t!” She grabbed his wrist to stop him.
Reggie reached up and twisted her delicate, pink nipple, causing a jolt of pain that would later become a bruise on the perfectly formed flesh.
Christy immediately released Reggie’s wrist.
Reggie resumed spreading her labia, locating Christy’s clitoris among her pink folds. He licked his thumb and began softly rubbing its soft, pink hood.
Christy pleaded as Reggie sat between her open legs fondling her, “Please stop doing this. I won’t tell anyone.”
She hated this horrible animal.
Reggie noticed Christy’s clit slowly grow from his fillips, the timid head of her clitoris retracted beneath its protective hood.
“I’m married. Why are you doing this?” Christy sobbed as Reggie caused involuntary responses in her body. Her pink flesh glistened with secretions, inviting him to drink her nectar.
Reggie held her vaginal lips apart with his black fingers and orally assaulted her.
“Oh, God, stop it! You’re disgusting.” Christy sat partially up on her elbows and from over her flat tummy helplessly watched with a contorted face. She tried unsuccessfully to push Reggie’s head away, her fingers clutching his kinky hair.
Reggie ached for Christy. He slid off his gym shorts and his monstrous, black organ sprang from confinement.
Christy’s eyes widened when she saw the enormity of his appendage. Reggie’s cock looked more like a radiator hose from a truck than a penis, veins distending beneath its black skin.
No way could the thing ever fit inside her, “Please don’t rape me. I promise I won’t tell anyone if you stop.”
Reggie reopened Christy’s labia and aimed his cock at her entrance.
The large head of his penis pushed at her opening and Christy became frantic. She did not know what to say to stop him, “I’ll do anything you want. Please don’t put that in me. It’s too big.”
The pressure from his attempted invasion built. Christy fell back from her elbows, clenching the sheets in her fists, “Oh, God! No. Please.”
Her husband’s pecker must have been incredibly small, Reggie thought. He slowly applied more force to overcome her pussy’s resistance, until Christy’s Labia engulfed the head of his penis.
“Ow,” Christy cried. Another man’s penis entered her for the first time, and her pussy subversively provided lubrication for its own assault — her fidelity to Dave undone by a black rapist in little more than an instant.
Reggie gradually advanced more of his cock into her.
He taunted her as he worked more of himself inside her, “That’s right girl. You got black cock in your pussy now.”
“Oh God, stop it! You’re hurting me. You’re too big.”
She felt him advance slightly deeper each thrust, “I’m married. Why are you doing this?”
Reggie placed his index finger to her lips, “Shush, you be quite. You may be married but you mine now.”
“No,” Christy whimpered. But her juices coated more of Reggie’s cock with affectionate sheen.
How could this happen to her? Why did Dave allow this stranger into their home to rape her? These and similar thoughts played through her mind, her face displaying her pain as furrows in her normally smooth skin.
Christy’s pussy contained more cock than ever before.
Reggie’s cock was triple the girth of Dave’s penis and already penetrated several inches into her unchartered territory with only half his length inside Christy. Reggie mercifully refrained going further.
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,” Christy moaned in concert with squeaks from the bed.
Reggie attempted to look directly in her eyes while fucking her, but Christy kept averting his stare and moving her head away.
A wild spark appeared in Reggie’s eyes as he irately grabbed Christy’s chin. He turned her head to face him, “Look at me when I’m fucking you bitch!”
From beneath pools of tears, Christy’s eyes met his as he claimed her. She felt his immense, black phallus making its journey in and out of her defeated pussy.
“Please stop it!”
Reggie spoke to Melissa like the thug from the hood that he was, “I want you to cum for me first, baby, and show me how much you love niggers.”
She replied with silence determined not to give him the satisfaction of her orgasm. The animal already stole her precious fidelity; no way would she ever cum for this filthy pig.
“Oh, you gonna cum for me whether you want to or not,” Reggie warned quickening his pace.
“No,” Christy hissed through clenched teeth. But as her discomfort further dissipated her cunt traitorously accepted the large, black intruder more as a welcome guest, bathing Reggie’s black baby-maker with her juices.
Reggie shifted position and felt her pussy begin contracting around his penis, “You really wet girl. Your pussy be liking big black cock a lot.”
Christy grimaced and her hands pushed against his muscular chest. Her vaginal labia clung to his slick cock as it slid through them, “Oh, oh, oh — no!
“Christy’s voice grew to a yell as her arousal increased, “No, no, no — stop doing this to me!”
Reggie fucked Christy until her pelvis began slight coital movements back. It was not an enthusiastic response, but at least she stopped resisting and accepted her fate. He held back from burying the remaining length of his penis inside her…
Christy wanted this heinous act to end, but it went on indefinitely.
She finally noticed acceleration and panicked, realizing the end she awaited was approaching and that meant Reggie would cum soon. “Please, take it out of me now,” she begged.
Christy was a haughty white woman and Reggie enjoyed every step of taking her: from initially molesting her to introducing her pussy to his huge, black cock and making her orgasm from it. He looked forward to completing the process soon by cumming inside her.
“I’ gonna cum in your pussy, baby.”
Her eyes became saucers of fear, “No, please don’t cum in me.”
Christy’s dainty white hands renewed their efforts and pushed harder against Reggie’s burly, black chest. Arching her back and positioning her pelvis she unsuccessfully tried dislodging him. Her efforts were no match against his huge penis imbedded far too deeply in her pussy.
Reggie’s penis occupied Christy’s pussy after her attempts to expel it failed. He penetrated even further for her insubordination and released a torrent of white, gooey cum inside her.
She felt slimy ejaculate from Reggie’s cock oozing from her overfilled pussy down the crack of her ass, “Oh, no, please — why did you cum in me?”
The deed was completed. She lay beneath his heavy frame, her pussy clenching his deflating cock in residual orgasms she could not control.
He removed his flaccid cock from Christy as she remained in the bed motionlessly staring at the ceiling, her legs still indecently spread apart. She glanced at Reggie’s penis as he stood beside her. Even soft, his black serpent appeared enormous and Christy did not believe the horrific thing actually fit in her.
“You ever give your husband head?” Reggie asked.
Christy looked at Reggie with bewilderment as the muscular man who just defiled her firmly grabbed her shoulders and guided her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She understood what he wanted when he shoved his penis, hanging from him like the trunk on an elephant, in her face. His cock was disgusting, still slimy with their fluids.
“Open your mouth and suck on it like a good girl. I don’t want to hurt you more.”
Christy did not think she could tolerate Reggie’s cock in her mouth without vomiting. But Reggie tightly pulled her hair and forced her to suck on it. Her lips barely fit around the foul thing.
To her surprise, even though revolting, the taste was not completely disagreeable. As she followed Reggie’s directions, he relaxed his grip on her hair and his treatment of her improved. Christy gently rolled his heavy, golf-ball size testicles in her hand while drawing on his shaft.
“That’s a good girl,” Reggie condescendingly said, as if speaking to a child. “There’s enough cum in my balls to make you spit out black babies until your ovaries dry up.”
To Christy’s dismay, his penis became larger in response to her forced caresses. How could he be hard again? Dave usually came once after five minutes and was done for the evening.
Erect, only the head of Reggie’s shaft fit in her mouth.
Reggie instructed her how to work his cock with her hands while running her tongue and mouth along it. She had no choice but to comply with his demented demands and touch his penis as if she desired it.
Her wedding band sparkled on her finger while she gracefully tugged on his dark, veined appendage. His cock twitched, startling her slightly. She held the massive shaft with both hands and length to spare.
Reggie felt another batch readying, “Make sure you swallow it all, bitch. You better pretend you like it.”
Christy didn’t want to swallow the nasty, white cream that spurted into her mouth, but Reggie prevented her from pulling away. After the first couple of mouthfuls, Reggie could tell his spunk became less distasteful to her by the way she started gulping it down.
He released his hold and Christy continued milking and swallowing every last drop of cum from his cock, not noticing that he let go of her hair. When the cum eventually stopped flowing, Christy pulled her mouth away. A thread of jism momentarily spanned from his softening phallus to her lips, like a web from a spider, one of many strands trapping its prey.
For a moment only silence stood between them, then Reggie spoke, “Just in case you get any stupid ideas about telling your husband or anyone else about this, I am Reggie Johnson. If you don’t recognize my name, I strongly suggest you look me up on Google.
“And remember this, bitch: If anyone finds out who I am or that I’m here, my homeboys gonna come look for you. If I’m arrested for any reason, my homeboys gonna come look for you. They’ll find you, your husband, your future kids, your parents, your friends and your distant relatives — anyone even remotely related to you. Hiding won’t do any good. Everyone in your life will see painful death. You best hope I don’t get busted for anything.”
Reggie’s threat sounded serious. While he showered, the once confident Christy sat dazed on her bed pondering what just occurred and what he said to her. She debated reporting her rape to law enforcement anyway. But her ordeal — so filthy, vile, and embarrassing — would need to be retold in detail.
Reggie would declare the act was consensual and reveal how she climaxed for him. Would Dave believe her orgasm was involuntary? Everyone, including Dave, would know she had been fucked by this horrible black man.
Paramount and most terrifying of all, if Reggie was who he claimed to be, she risked causing her entire family a tortuous death.
As Reggie had anticipated, Christy decided to remain silent until she found out more about him, sealing a much darker fate for herself. With Reggie’s cum still leaking from her well fucked pussy, she hastily dressed and left before he finished showering.
Reggie Johnson had a lengthy Wikipedia page devoted to him, Christy had learned. Officials suspected him responsible for numerous drug related murders and heinous crimes. Some of his suspected victims were tortured and mutilated. But with the help of powerful friends and gifted attorneys, he avoided conviction.
Christy feared telling anyone about Reggie, including her husband, Dave. Reggie had repeatedly threatened to have Dave and her family tortured and killed if anyone found out about him.
“Hi Honey,” she greeted Dave as he walked into the living room and pecked her cheek. “How was your day?”
“Hey, homeboy,” Reggie added with a grin. For two weeks, he had been secretly boning Christy when Dave went to work.
Forced sex with Reggie took a toll on Christy, but Dave did not notice the change in his wife.
“Fine,” Dave answered heading toward the refrigerator to grab his usual cold beer after working all day in that hot warehouse.
Christy could not believe her husband’s blindness. How did Dave not see Reggie lustfully staring at her all the time as if undressing her with his deep black eyes? Dave had no inkling of her horrible situation, who Reggie was or what Reggie was doing to her almost daily. Reggie’s cum was inside her!
Christy could not stop Reggie and he did more than just fuck her. He also liked masturbating her and performing oral sex on her, and making her practice those awful things on him as well. He kept pushing the boundaries, their sexual interactions becoming more frequent, more depraved and intimate, all against Christy’s will.
A multitude of emotions flowed through Christy’s mind — anger, embarrassment, guilt and shame. But Dave was oblivious to it all. He wandered into the garage leaving her alone in the living room, yet again, with this dreadful criminal sitting beside her.
She did not want to be anywhere near Reggie. She needed to get far away from him after the horrible things he had done with her just a short while ago before Dave came home.
Like an invasive species, Reggie’s black, absurdly large cock had occupied her vagina with increasing frequency, displacing intimacy she once shared with Dave.
She abandoned the sofa and headed to her bedroom.
Christy went to take a shower and prepare for bed. She locked the bathroom door to make sure Dave would not come in while she was naked and see the fading bruises Reggie left on her tits from initially resisting him.
Thankfully, the discolorations were almost gone — incriminating evidence that revealed what Reggie was doing with her. After the first week, she became less combative and Reggie resorted to less physical methods of persuasion, giving her bruises time to heal.
While bathing, she carefully cleaned her sore vagina. Today the sex with Reggie lasted all day, until just before Dave came home. She realized that most of Reggie’s loathsome semen was deep beyond her reach. She lost count of how many times the disgusting pig had taken her with his large, black penis over the past weeks.
“I’m sorry, dear, I don’t feel well tonight,” Christy replied to Dave’s advances after she finished bathing and dressed. She entered bed in her nightie and pretended to fall asleep.
In the darkness, thoughts of Reggie’s big, black cock made slumber for Christy nearly impossible. Reggie penetrated the core of her femininity. Now perverted images of the sex they had together haunted her.
With Dave home for the weekend, Reggie spent the next couple of days away conducting his drug business. The break gave Christy time to recuperate from Reggie’s sexual abuse.
But Monday morning arrived much too quickly. Christy awoke as Dave prepared for work. She rose from a sea of sheets covering their bed ready to finally have sex with her husband again, “Honey, why don’t you call in sick today and stay with me?”
They had not made love since the night Reggie moved in with them.
“Baby, I can’t do that. Leroy asked me Friday to work overtime today. I won’t be home until 10:00 pm.”
“You didn’t say anything about working overtime today. That’s too long, Dave.”
A perplexed look momentarily crossed his face as he stared at Christy. She never complained about him working overtime before. He thought he remembered mentioning it to her, but perhaps it was Reggie he had told while they were drinking beer together Friday night, “I’m sorry. I thought I did.”
Dave continued getting dressed. If only he knew the panic gripping his poor wife. Her silent façade concealed an internal turmoil that felt like a violent storm raging within the confines of her tight chest. No escape was possible, yet she successfully hid her dismay.
She could not be alone with Reggie for 16 long hours.
As she sat up Dave kissed her on the cheek and headed off to work.
Christy hopped out of bed wearing only her sexy bikini briefs and matching bra. She quickly rummaged her dresser drawers searching for something to throw on. It was a race to get out of the house before Reggie woke up.
Unfortunately, Reggie had risen earlier in the morning and already waited for his opportunity.
Christy grabbed a pair of olive colored Capris pants and a beige blouse. But before she put them on, Reggie entered her room shirtless. The tremendous muscles in his chest, arms and stomach bulged beneath his dark skin as if sculpted in stone. His baggy, black gym shorts poorly concealed the huge protrusion caused by his gigantic cock.
“You gonna go somewhere?” Reggie asked.
Christy’s voice contained a mixture of annoyance and fear — but predominantly fear, “I need to look for work today. I would appreciate it if you didn’t come in my room anymore.”
The only work she would be doing today would be for him on her back, he thought. Reggie smirked while advancing closer to Christy, “I’ll come in your room anytime I want, and you ain’t gonna do a thing about it. You best be nice to me, baby, or something real bad gonna happen to Dave.”
Christy backed away from Reggie aware of his intentions. His massive stature dwarfed her petite frame.
She backed away from him until her firm ass bumped into the dresser and she could not retreat further, “Please get away from me.”
“What’s the matter baby? Don’t you want some more loving?” Reggie sarcastically asked.
She was not his ‘baby’, and she hated having sex with him. But he was a high ranking drug dealer responsible for numerous deaths. He had already threatened to brutally kill her family if anyone found out anything about him, including Dave.
Christy shook her head, “No, please leave me alone!”
Reggie pulled down his shorts and guided Christy’s hand to his colossal cock, “You know what to do, baby. It’s not that bad. You don’t want anything to happen to your family, right?”
She wrapped her fingers around his penis and jerked, tears pouring from her eyes like a rapid drip from a leaky faucet.
His arm reached around her shoulders and drew her to him, “That’s a good girl. You learning how to do that nicely. You like how big it is? Oh yea, that feels real good.”
Christy despised what Reggie forced her to do with him. But if she made him quickly cum by jerking him off, perhaps he would not fuck her or do those other humiliating things with her this time, she thought.
She stood facing Reggie clad in only her sexy bikini briefs and bra, his arm around her, their bodies touching. Her fair white skin looked as beautiful against his dark brown complexion as the moon in the night sky.
His cock had an almost hypnotic effect on her. She could not help studying the monstrous phallus as she worked it in her hand. It was hefty, felt smooth and warm and almost reached Reggie’s belly button. Some clear, slippery fluid began oozing from the slit at its tip. She used this pre-cum as a lubricant, twirling her thumb over his sensitive glans.
“Oh, that feels real nice, baby. I like how you touching it.”
A few twitches confirmed the pleasure his penis received from Christy’s small hand and woke her from her trance. She remembered that she needed to make him cum to avoid having intercourse.
Reggie noticed further improvement in Christy’s technique; the tempo of her gentle tugs increased. He realized what she was trying to do. But Reggie had incredible self-control and decided to let Christy relinquish her dignity in her vain attempt.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it. You starting to like my big black cock, girl?”
Christy hated the vile thing and wished it would fall off the sick bastard. But she answered Reggie’s taunts with silence as she concentrated on making him cum.
“Oh, I gonna cum real soon, baby.” But in truth he was no nearer to an orgasm. Christy was merely getting his cock ready to fuck her like a fluffer in porn.
Christy’s enthusiasm for the hand job she was giving Reggie grew to a demeaning level. An uninvolved party unfamiliar with her situation would view it as eager consent on her part.
Reggie watched the wedding band on Christy’s finger sparkle as she stroked him. He reached around Christy’s back and unfastened her bra. It began sliding from her tits.
With her other arm, she caught her falling bra before it came completely off, “No, Reggie — please, not today.”
Reggie growled, “Let it go, bitch. I wanna suck your tits or I gonna get real mad.”
Christy reluctantly put her arm down and allowed her bra to fall the rest of the way off, revealing her light pink, quarter-sized areolae. The bruises on her breasts were gone.
Reggie put his lips to her nipple and began sucking and nibbling the sensitive flesh, causing it to harden. He remained focused on her young, firm breasts, “You want to fuck again, baby? I understand Dave’s working late tonight. You and me gotta make up for our weekend apart.”
Christy raised her head and stared at the ceiling, “Oh, God, no — don’t make me do that with you again, Reggie — please.”
“Don’t cry, baby. We gonna make lots of love together today and you gonna start liking it.”
After bringing her left nipple to attention, Reggie soothingly rolled it between his fingers while moving his mouth to Christy’s right one and repeating the process. Christy’s young, pink nipples poked toward Reggie as he twirled his fingers around them and took turns suckling on each as if trying to nurse from them.
From earlier encounters, Christy knew the more she cooperated with Reggie, the less pain he caused her. But she lost her enthusiasm tugging on his penis, realizing the futility of her effort and the inevitability of what came next.
He subtly ushered her toward the bed. Reggie had enough foreplay. It was time to take the grand prize away from Christy. He wanted to play with her soft, tight pussy — get it ready for his big, black cock.
Aware of where Reggie’s guiding efforts were leading, Christy awkwardly moved until she stumbled backward. She lost her footing and with an additional shove she fell into the mattress.
Right where beautiful white women belonged for black men, Reggie grabbed Christy’s knees as they hung from the bed, and tried separating them.
“You resisting again bitch? You best let me open them.”
“Why won’t you stop? I don’t want to do this with you anymore!”
Reggie’s fingers went to her nipples, tightened around them and twisted slightly.
“I guess you want it rough again.”
“No, please don’t hurt me, Reggie. I don’t want it rough.” Christy inched her legs apart, nearly avoiding her painful alternative.
Returning to her knees, Reggie shoved her legs wide open. “That’s better, Christy. It gonna be much easier for you if you stop fighting me. I got a lot of love to give you today.”
“No, please don’t do that to me again.”
With her legs apart, Reggie pulled Christy’s bikini briefs to the side — their delicate fabric strained in his fist — and delved his tongue into her soft pink flesh.
Her sweet juices began flowing into his mouth.
He parted her labia with his thumbs, stretching her completely open, and his tongue wandered over her clit. During the past weeks Reggie discovered how susceptible Christy became when he touched her here the right way.
He carefully stroked her prepuce upward, exposing her super-sensitive glans, and he explored all her other folds that were extensions of her clitoris, his tongue licking them, his fingers fondling them.
She sobbed, “Why won’t you just leave us alone? You made me have sex with you Friday. I don’t like doing this with you.”
But he kept her fully open and her clit truthfully revealed something very different to Reggie, growing noticeably fuller and harder from unwanted stimulation.
She felt him doing strange things to her ‘down there’ — things she did not want to see. No one else — not even Dave — ever touched her this way or scrutinized her private anatomy in such humiliating detail. She would never permit anyone to do this to her.
But Reggie was not just anyone, and he did whatever he wanted with her.
“You beautiful, baby,” he kept repeating as he held her pussy stretched completely open.
His words gave Christy no solace. Her beauty was not for him, yet he enjoyed it anyway, cruelly steeling the essential element of exclusiveness from her once perfect marriage.
He continued going down on her, licking and sucking on her clitty. He performed oral sex on her like a starving man devouring tasty morsels, her pussy the first meal in weeks he binged upon.
White pussy was just too delectable to resist, “Mmm, your sweet little pussy tastes really fine, baby.”
“Please, stop it.”
“Why you crying when it feels good, baby?”
“No, I don’t like it — please.”
“Your wet pussy be telling the truth so stop lying,” he said with muffled words, his mouth remaining on her vagina as he spoke.
Christy stared at the ceiling, her pleas slowly including erotic moans, “No, I hate this and I hate you …ooh… you bastard… ah, ooh…ooh, no — leave me alone. I have to look for work today. Ooh, ooh stop, please. No, please not there.”
He had discovered her secret — her extra special sweet spot that caused her insane pleasure. He kept assaulting that weakness on her body. Completely open for him, Christy did not realize how candidly her vulva displayed arousal.
But Reggie observed her flesh respond and continued indulging her engorged and very receptive clitoris, making it take in all the intense sensations he knew she did not want from him.
She arched her back, “Ooh, no, not there anymore. Ooh, you bastard — stop. I’m going to tell the police and have you sent to jail. Aah, ooh, ooh — oh.”
Reggie almost laughed at her empty threat. Christy would have reported him weeks ago when he first began raping her if she was ever going to do it. She was too proud to ever admit she had been taken by a Nigger, and she was in denial about the pleasure she received from it.
However, he needed to remind Christy of her place. He briefly rose from between her legs, his hands holding them spread apart, her silky juices glistening and practically dripping from his chin and lips.
Christy thought she saw sparks of anger in his deep, dark eyes.
“You threatening me bitch?”
She defiantly stared at him.
He slapped her face, her head whipping sideways and an imprint of his hand remaining on her cheek. The violent blow was unexpected and blinding, like a strike of lightning, “Answer me, bitch.”
“Ow!” She rubbed her cheek where his strike landed, the bright sparks from his smack slowly clearing from her view, “No Reggie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I promise I’ll never tell anyone about you.”
“I own the police and I’ll know if you say anything to anyone. Something real bad gonna happen to you, Dave and the rest of your family if anyone finds out about me, even if you supposedly have nothing to do with it — understand? You my bitch now and your pussy belongs to me. Don’t forget it.”
Her beautiful blue eyes remained locked to his.
“You best just lay here, keep your long sexy legs open wide for me and your mouth shut or it gonna be rough again, bitch. You got that?”
She brought her thumb to her lips and slowly nodded her reply, her eyes teary.
“Yea, I gonna eat this fine pussy out and you gonna let me do it.” He resumed orally assaulting her.
She renewed her whimpers and her moans. She hated him and the way her body responded to him, “Ooh, not there again. No, ooh, ooh, stop it, ooh, ooh, no, son-of-a-bitch, oh…”
The oral sex lasted extra-long, Reggie fully ripening her vagina for intercourse. She rose up on her elbows and looked down as he finally yanked her panties off.
“What are you doing?” she stupidly asked between her sniffles, as if she did not know from prior experiences with him.
Reggie again pushed her legs apart until they could open no further. He positioned his cock at her luscious entrance.
“No, I can’t keep having sex with you. You’re too big for me and I’m not taking birth control. I don’t want to get pregnant.”
Christy did not take birth control pills because of their side-effects, and relied on Dave using condoms with her to avoid unwanted pregnancy. She never paid close attention to her ovulation cycle and her youthful periods sometimes occurred sporadically. She really did not know exactly when her fertile period began.
The bulbous head of Reggie’s penis entered Christy’s unprotected vagina during her protests, “Please at least use one of Dave’s condoms. They’re in the dresser drawer.”
Reggie penetrated further, “Oh, no, honey. I want to feel you and you gonna get to feel me again, not some piece of rubber. We gonna enjoy each other. This is special.”
She did not want to feel any of this. She wanted as little contact with him as possible, yet they kept sharing complete intimacy instead, “Please, Reggie, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll jerk you off; I’ll suck on your cock really nice like last time — just don’t do this to me again. I don’t want a baby.”
Christy thought the threat of pregnancy might stop Reggie, but her pleas only made him more excited and desirous of her.
He pushed more of his thick, lengthy cock into Christy and watched her grimace from the invasion.
Christy responded in unison to Reggie’s motions, “Ow! Ah, ah, ah.”
With Dave off during the weekend it had been several days since her last sexual encounter with Reggie. It took a few moments for her tight cunt to readapt to his exceptional size.
He incrementally pushed more of himself into her and caused Christy to cry out, “Ow, please stop. You’re too big for me. Ow! Oh, no more. Oh, you’re hurting me!”
Reggie stopped at two thirds his length. But Christy’s sobs continued after Reggie’s penis ceased advancing. This was a new boundary established with difficulty for her.
Typical of most females, however, Christy’s vagina was amazingly adaptable. Her initial discomfort diminished and her pussy conformed to his additional length. Yet Christy failed to understand that the subsiding pain meant her anatomy was changing for him and that her body increasingly recognized him as her new sexual partner.
“Wrap your legs around my ass and start hugging me, baby. I want you to act as if you liking this.”
He sickened her and she tried ignoring him.
Reggie pushed himself up and off her, his weight supported by only one arm and his incredible strength displayed in its bulging muscles. But his huge hunk of dark meat stayed stubbornly embedded in her pussy as he unexpectedly slapped her face hard, on her other cheek this time, to get her attention and let her know he meant business. The blow sent her head reeling in the opposite direction from earlier.
“Did you hear me bitch? Hug me and wrap your sexy legs around my ass. You better start fucking me back and acting like you enjoying this!”
“Oh, God, no — I can’t,” Christy balled again as his heavy torso came to rest on top of her again. But she complied, hesitantly reaching around his back with her arms and wrapping her legs around his ass.
“I hate you.”
“Tighter bitch, like you can’t get enough of my big black cock.
“Yea, that’s it baby, just like that. That’s good.”
His huge penis started moving in and out of her pussy again.
Christy’s eyes were like open dams, a flood of tears rushing from them. Her legs locked around his muscular buttocks and she hugged him tightly, “Why are you making me do this? No…ooh…ah… oh…no…”
Reggie felt her pussy begin contracting around his cock and grinned.
Her hands latched onto the big, hard muscles in his back and she gritted her teeth in angry frustration. Why was her body reacting this way again to such a hateful act by such a disgusting animal?
But her vaginal spasms defied her anger, becoming stronger and more frequent.
“You really starting to like my big black cock, huh? I feel it in your pussy.”
What Reggie said could not be true, “No, I don’t want this. You’re a sick, disgusting, basta…………”
Before Christy finished saying ‘bastard’, she drifted off in mid-sentence, her eyes becoming dreamy.
While she was speaking Reggie had accelerated his thrusts and altered position. His thick cock made even better contact with her g-spot, and pulled her tightly stretched vaginal lips in and out with the direction of its travel.
The intense orgasm had suddenly snuck up on Christy, effectively silencing her objection and focusing all her attention on her pussy. It felt so good.
“Oh, oh, ooh,” she moaned unable to finish her thought.
She never orgasmed this strongly before and unintentionally hugged him even more tightly.
Moans of female arousal slowly replaced Christy’s cries of grief, until at some point her sobbing had completely stopped. Their bodies remained upon each other, Reggie in her continued embrace. He felt her soft firm tits against his burly chest, her erect nipples hardening further, “That’s better, baby. Keep holding me like that.”
Christy did not reply to Reggie’s encouragement, but she reminded herself that she loathed him and hated hugging him like this while he fucked her. She really wanted to shove him away and kick him in his gigantic balls, even if her body was conveying a much different message to him now.
“Open your pretty lips and let me give you some tongue, baby. I told you we have a lot of love to make today.”
Christy closed her eyes, wishing she could ignore him and that this would all stop.
“Did you hear me, bitch? You gonna learn to really like it. Now open your goddamn mouth for me before I beat the fucking shit out of you!”
She heard him, and did not want him to hit her again or hurt her family. Her lips separated and their tongues met in her mouth, “Mmm, oh, mmm, please no, Reggie mmm, I don’t like it…mmm…oh, mmm…mmm.”
She would never enjoy this with him, even if he made her act like it, she thought. But in actuality, she already began having spells where she forgot he was raping her. The longer he fucked her and the longer he made her hug and kiss him, the more natural all of it began to feel, like a role an actor plays many times over.
Christy never had any type of physical relationship outside of her marriage. But having sex with Reggie — someone she despised, someone other than Dave — began feeling normal to her, as if she belonged to him instead of Dave.
Perhaps she really did not hate Reggie all that much. Physically, sex with him was becoming more pleasurable. Maybe a tiny part of her actually was learning to like it with him, just like he said.
But no, this could not be true. She remembered it was not sex they were having. Reggie was committing another one of his heinous crimes — on her. He was raping her. How could it possibly feel good?
He was a despicable drug dealer, murderer, gangster, and rapist who threatened her husband, family and those she loved. She would always hate him, Christy convinced herself.
But while having intercourse with him, emotions from a deeper, more primitive part of her brain, urged her to bond with Reggie — to cuddle with him and trust him. They kept resurfacing, like bubbles from the bottom of a pot of water once it reaches a rolling boil…
They finished another round of passionate French-kissing and she saw the clock on her nightstand. Dave had worked overtime, yet where did all those hours go? She still hugged Reggie tightly, and he still fucked her zealously.
Christy had grown more complaisant the longer they stayed together. The way his huge cock worked inside her subdued her with unwanted pleasure, “Ooh, oh, Reggie, we have to stop now. Ah, oh… ooh, please. Look at the time. Oh, ooh, Dave will be home soon. Please, ooh… he’ll find out about this.”
His big arms pulled her closer to him and she felt familiar tension in his huge muscles.
Reggie came in her for the fifth time that day. Once more he experienced incredible pleasure as his huge penis ejaculated the copious contents from his enormous balls into her soft, wet vagina. “Ah, yea, baby, that feels real good. Oh, yea.”
He finished pumping the load of cum in her pussy and relaxed on top of her.
Her arms loosened their embrace around his strong shoulders and her legs released his firm ass. She labored her words while catching her breath, “Ooh, oh, are we done now?”
He finally lifted off her, withdrawing his long, thick cock from her sperm-flooded cunt.
After an entire day together their bodies at last untwined.
Reggie stood nude looking at the family pictures on her dresser, among them her wedding photo with Dave.
Reggie’s smirk at her wedding photo went unnoticed by Christy. She remained in bed a moment staring at his humongous, flaccid penis that seemed to leave a large void in her vagina from its exit.
The many orgasms she unsuccessfully fought to avoid left her feeling exhausted even though Reggie performed most of the work. But the sex had finally ended and rationality returned to Christy along with disdain for him. She detested what he did to her.
She came so many times, she lost count. She resented the way he forced her body to respond in ways she did not want; but feared the orgasms meant she enjoyed sex with this horrible black man and vicious criminal, just like he wanted.
There was no time to dwell on these disturbing thoughts. Christy hurriedly changed the sheets and took a shower to eliminate evidence of what occurred with Reggie in her marital bed.
With a wash cloth she attempted removing all the cum he left in her. There was so much of it. It was part of him and she did not want him in her body.
Her pussy felt like he had stretched it out. She realized Reggie’s cock went so deeply inside her that much of his semen was beyond reach where it would live for days searching for a possible egg to fertilize.
When she finished showering, she put on makeup and blush to conceal red marks Reggie left on her cheeks.
Dave returned home fatigued after working 16 hours in a hot warehouse. He barely responded to Christy’s hugs and kisses as she greeted him in the kitchen. She had hurriedly began preparing supper right before his arrival.
“Hi, Honey – I’m dead tired. What’s for dinner?” He finally noticed her eyes looked a little red and puffy and an extra rosiness in her cheeks, but he failed to appreciate the full extent of Christy’s anguish, “Are you okay? You look like you’ve been crying.”
Christy and Reggie looked at each other a moment. Her mouth opened but words failed her, “Um…”
She did not know what to say. Reggie would kill them if the wrong words left her lips. She looked down at the dish she had been preparing. Fortunately, its contents provided her with a plausible answer for Dave.
She forced a smile, “I was cutting onions; Reggie had to finish them for me. My allergies have also been acting up lately.”
Reggie quickly held out a bottle of Michelob to distract Dave, “Hey, bro, you look like you can use a few cold beers tonight.” Reggie took another one for himself and the two went into the living room apparently the best of friends while Christy stayed in the kitchen preparing supper.
Dave and Reggie sat in the living room watching a football game on TV. Christy heard them howl over a play. She disliked them bonding.
Reggie was like cancer in her marriage, separating her from Dave physically and isolating her from him emotionally. Why couldn’t Dave see it? Reggie’s charade sickened her — pretending to be Dave’s buddy while taking her behind his back. Reggie had no interest in being Dave’s friend other than fucking her.
Christy needed carrots. When she opened the refrigerator she stared contemptuously at the full stock of beer Reggie kept in it. Dave rarely drank before Reggie moved in with them. But with Reggie’s encouragement, Dave became intoxicated every evening now.
She finished cooking the meal and went to the living room to get Reggie and Dave for dinner.
Her eyes lingered on the outline of Reggie’s huge dick that hung down his left pant leg as he sat next to Dave on the sofa. She had sucked on it and she knew how he tasted. She had played with it and she knew how warm, thick and massive he felt in her hands. He had fucked her with it and she knew how he felt in her pussy opening her up and completely filling her.
Compared to Reggie, Dave’s small penis failed to even hint of its presence in his trousers. Similarly, any future intercourse Christy would have with her husband promised disappointment now that Reggie’s enormous, black penis had taken her vagina.
Christy became angry with herself for staring at Reggie’s huge bulge and having perverse thoughts. He was a monster and she hated him.
When the three sat down for dinner, Dave made an announcement: “I’ve got some great news, baby. I’m getting a $200 bonus plus earning more overtime. They’re sending me to the Amarillo warehouse for two weeks. They’re short on help there.”
Reggie called her ‘baby’ when they had sex. She felt uncomfortable hearing Dave say it to her now. But Christy’s world was collapsing around her and she looked worriedly at Dave, “You mean you won’t be home for two weeks? When do you have to go?”
I have to pack some things tonight because I’m leaving tomorrow. It’s kind of short notice, but I jumped at the opportunity to get some extra money.”
Christy noticed Reggie — who sat across from her — grin as she tried to maintain composure. She knew why he was smiling. It was like the two of them shared a sick inside joke that excluded Dave.
Dave could not leave her alone with Reggie for two entire weeks. He had no idea what that would mean — who Reggie was and what he would do with her, “Oh, Dave, I don’t want you to go and leave me. Can I come with you?”
“I’m afraid not. The company is making us share hotel rooms and their insurance won’t allow non-employees to travel in their vehicles.”
Reggie asked if he could ride with Dave and Christy into town as they were leaving to drop Dave off for his trip with work the next morning. Reggie claimed he needed to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy, but Christy knew better. Of course Dave had no issue with Reggie accompanying them, even though this would be the last opportunity for Christy to be alone with her husband for two weeks.
Reggie’s vices affected them like a contagious disease: first sex with Christy, then drinking with Dave. Christy saw it, yet Dave obliviously believed Reggie was his friend.
After dropping Dave off at work, the drive home began in silence until Christy felt Reggie’s hand glide up her inner thigh and rub her crotch.
“Please stop touching me, Reggie. I don’t like it.”
“Then why do you get so wet and cum for me so much? Your pussy don’t lie, baby.”
Christy responded with silent tears, continuing to drive with Reggie’s hand messaging her pussy through her pants. She thought about the previous night and how she avoided making love with her husband again because of what she had done with Reggie yesterday while Dave was at work.
Reggie had sex with her almost every day when Dave went to work. From the time Dave left in the morning until his return in the evening, she was fair game for Reggie’s lust.
Now Dave left her alone with Reggie for two weeks. Dave would not be home in the evenings nor on the weekends to shield her partially, at least in a way, from this horrible criminal that lived with them.
Reggie seemed to never tire of sex. She dreaded how long it would last and how often they would have it with Dave away. She wished for a way to stop Reggie without jeopardizing everyone and everything.
Reggie got harder as he thought about working his cock into Christy and pumping her tight cunt full of his cum. He could not wait to get home. With Dave out of town they would be alone together for two weeks.
Christy stopped her car in the driveway to drop Reggie off. She planned to leave him at their house and find someplace else to stay, although she did not know exactly where she would go.
She did not have money for a hotel and could not risk the questions friends or family would ask if she went to them.
Reggie anticipated her intentions, “Pull into the garage.”
Christy became defiant, “No, Reggie, I’m not going in with you. I’m staying somewhere else.”
Surprised by Christy’s sudden courage, Reggie could take the fight out of her or any other disobedient woman, “I warned you before, bitch, about ever trying to get away from me!” He began unbuttoning Christy’s pants there in the driveway.
Christy tried to pull Reggie’s hands away from her, “What the hell are you doing?” How could he attempt this outside where everyone could see them?
Christy’s small hands were no match for Reggie. He quickly unfastened her pants and slid his fingers inside her panties.
“No, stop!” Christy shouted.
He located her clit and pinched it.
The jolt of pain coursing through her nerves was like a paralyzing electrical shock that vanquished her bravery, “Ow! You’re hurting me. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
With his free hand Reggie calmly pushed the button on the remote and opened the garage door, “Now, pull the car in, baby.”
She pulled in and the garage door closed behind them.
“Give me your keys, Christy.”
Christy complied and Reggie’s excruciating grasp on her clit became a soothing stroke. Her hands gripped the steering wheel. She looked down in disgust watching Reggie’s fingers work inside her blue silk undies.
Reggie had Christy’s car keys — her means of escape. She tried to figure a way to get them back, although she had no where to flee. But it became difficult to concentrate, her pussy getting receptive to his touch.
Christy squeezed her eyes shut to stop watching her molestation, but the sound of Reggie’s fingers splashing in her silky secretions was just as disturbing as the images from her open eyes, “Oh, Reggie, please don’t.”
Christy felt messy ‘down there’ and embarrassed by her body’s reaction, which seemed to contradict her feelings of repulsion.
“You see how much nicer it is when you obey me?”
Christy bit her lower lip and refused to give Reggie the satisfaction of a response, her small, white fingers clasping Reggie’s wrist in a futile attempt to pull his hand out of her panties.
Her soaked pussy readied to be fucked, still Reggie worked her intimate folds, enjoying the conflicting expressions of disdain and pleasure in her face.
The conflict in Christy’s face suggested she was wearing down and surrendering to him.
After Reggie caused Christy’s beautiful face to contort with discordance between her emotions and the physical pleasure he forced her to experience, he finally withdrew his wet fingers from her pussy and licked her tasty juices from them.
It revolted Christy to watch Reggie lick her nectar off of his fingers the way he did, relishing her taste. But at least he stopped fondling her. The welcome break allowed her to regain control of her body.
Her thoughts cleared some, but he left her with a discomfortingly engorged clitoris. Somewhere far in back of her mind she was accustomed to receiving his attention for much longer periods. Although he caused her clitoris to swell often, he always gave her multiple orgasms as well that relieved the swelling for her.
She regained her composure and the tension in Christy’s face dissipated.
“You ready to go inside the house with me and get some more loving from my big black cock?”
She dreaded getting loving from his big black cock again. Christy tried to think of ways out of her wretched situation. Maybe she could run to her room and call the police? But how could she avoid explaining all the embarrassing details of the past weeks? Would anyone believe Reggie raped her so many times, yet she did not report his crime, tell her husband or seek any kind of help until now?
Would Dave want her after learning the sordid details of what Reggie did with her almost every day? Reggie would reveal that he made her cum multiple times and claim their sex was consensual.
And most importantly, could the police protect her family from Reggie’s ‘homeboys’? The law failed to protect Reggie’s other victims.
Reggie had made it perfectly clear to Christy multiple times that he expected her to cooperate as his girlfriend, and that if anyone found out about him, he would not only have her and Dave painfully killed, but also everyone else in their family.
One thing became apparent to Christy: the longer this relationship continued, the harder it became for her to stop it. She had to act soon. Although it sickened her to answer his question affirmatively, she slowly nodded her head for Reggie, exited the car, and re-buttoned her pants.
Reggie could hardly wait to sink his hard black cock inside her wet cunt again as he watched her tight ass walk in front of him toward the door. He loved forcing white girls, especially married ones, to orgasm for him. Physically, it was the ultimate betrayal to the spouse who was also white.
He disliked white boys, but he sure enjoyed fucking Dave’s young, pretty wife. There was nothing more satisfying than spoiling Christy’s tight pussy with his gigantic, black baby-maker — except perhaps getting lucky and actually putting a black baby in her belly.
What a sight that would be, Reggie thought, watching her stomach swell with his black baby; and watching her nurse his black baby with her beautiful tits.
Christy reached the door to the house and waited for Reggie to unlock it with her keys that he took. Reggie came up behind her and fiddled to open the door. Through their clothing she felt his huge cock push against the top of her butt. His penis was so large and she did not want it inside her yet again.
When Reggie opened the door, Christy bolted from him. She knew all too well from previous experience where his monstrous penis would soon be if she did not get away.
Christy’s flight caught Reggie off guard and it took him a moment to react. “Oh no you don’t,” he hissed as her garment slipped from his grasp and distance between them grew.
She reached her bedroom and slammed the door shut with him close behind.
A second more might have been enough time for Christy to set the lock and call 911. But Reggie already turned the knob. Her feet slid along the hardwood floor as she attempted holding the door closed with all the weight of her petite body against it.
“Don’t touch me you disgusting pig!”
Reggie wrestled her into bed and tried to climb on top of her.
She had caressed his big, heavy balls, given him oral sex, jerked him off, and fucked with him many times and knew how susceptible his huge, sperm-filled gonads actually were. Now it was time to give them a different sensation to get him away from her.
She tried to kick his testicles.
Reggie’s humongous scrotum should have been an easy target for Christy, but unfortunately he averted her foot, and angrily punched her in the gut like the first time he had raped her.
The blow incapacitated Christy and she gasped for air.
“You want it rough today, huh baby?”
While Christy heaved for air, Reggie savagely undressed her. He tossed her sandals from her soft, manicured feet and unbuttoned her khakis.
Her hands unsuccessfully clutched the waistband of her pants.
Reggie roughly jerked her pants down as they slipped from her grasp.
“Oh, yea, you gonna get lots of loving from me now.” He ripped her shirt completely off in one swift movement, leaving her scantily clad in her blue silk bra and bikini panties, “You wear these sexy panties just for me, baby?”
Dave missed seeing his incredibly sexy wife again, Reggie thought. He was as gullible as white boys came, and had no clue that while he slaved to earn a couple bucks each day, his beautiful, little wife was home getting tapped by the big black thug he let move in with them.
Reggie removed Christy’s bra and kneaded her perky tits before his hand glided down the light skin of her smooth, firm tummy and slid inside her panties.
Christy bawled, “Please… no, not again.”
Reggie’s fingers resumed delicately stroking her clitoris, still somewhat tumescent from his attentions a short while ago, about to be returned to its fully engorged state.
Reggie wanted her clitoris stiff again. After all, he needed to relieve it for her properly by making her orgasm. The release of pleasure would course through her veins regardless of her loathing for him.
Reggie thought about Christy’s husband for a moment. Dave was not very bright for a white guy. Only a fool would allow some stranger into his home without doing a diligent background check. The idiot left his beautiful wife alone every day at home with some black guy he did not really know.
Dave practically invited Reggie to ravish Christy’s perfect little body, Reggie reasoned. He deserved having his gorgeous wife molested and raped by a nigger for being stupid. After all these weeks that dumb white boy was still clueless how each day his faithful wife’s pussy was invaded by a big black cock that was slowly winning her over.
Christy’s vagina became wet again and the embarrassing sounds of Reggie’s fingers dancing in her dampness returned. He spoke soothingly to help quell her angst while fingering her rapidly firming clit.
“I told you before that things would be easier if you do what I say and stop resisting. We can do this the hard way if you want. It’s up to you.”
Christy stopped gasping for air catching most of her breath, “I know Reggie… I’m sorry… I’ll be good now… don’t hurt me anymore.”
Reggie smiled at his victory. Christy could not fight it. She tried being a tiger, but he made her purr like a pussycat, “Yea, I gonna make it feel real good, for you baby. Don’t fight it none.”
She desperately wished this horrible act he kept performing on her would not ‘feel good’, but it did, “No… don’t…ooh…please.”
“Uh-huh, yea, just like that. Oh, that feeling nice now? Reggie knows how to touch it for you, don’t he girl?”
“Ooh…no… stop it.”
“Yea, that feels good there, huh? We just getting started, baby. You know our rule. You gonna cum for me a while before we stop.”
Christy tried ignoring the feeling from her pussy and gathering her thoughts, “No, please don’t make me do that again, Reggie. I’m married to Dave and it’s wrong. You can’t keep doing this to us — to me. He thinks you’re his friend.”
“I don’t care about Dave, baby. But if you don’t give me what I want, something bad will happen to him. I want your pussy. You gonna be a good girl now and let me have what I want?”
With his hand still inside her panties, Reggie observed Christy become tense, her eyes fill with a dreamy haze, and her mouth gape open as his fingers finessed her engorged clitty.
She was cumming.
He loved watching Christy helplessly lay there having an orgasm he knew she did not want, betraying her husband with a black man again.
“Please… no… stop,” Christy mewled. She did not want it to feel good and futilely fought not to orgasm.
“That’s it, baby, keep cumming for me,” Reggie whispered in Christy’s ear as he continued masturbating her. He played with her like a toy, amusing himself with her reflexes that caused her to climax. He manipulated Christy like a puppet, Reggie the puppet master mercilessly pulling her strings.
Reggie took his time masturbating Christy and enjoyed her subtleties. Her beautifully manicured fingers that clasped around his wrist were unable to pull his hand out of her panties. Her pull on his wrist lessened, her eyes glazed over and her mouth opened as if trying to find words for something beyond expression when she came. Why let her miss out on so much pleasure when he easily made her have more of it? Dave would be gone for two weeks. The situation was perfect.
She recovered from her orgasm and looked at Reggie with her beautiful blue eyes, “Okay, you made me cum, now please stop. I’m married and this is wrong.” She pulled on his wrist. There had to be some spark of compassion somewhere inside him, she thought.
He would not stop and Christy felt another embarrassing orgasm near, “Oh, no, please… don’t, no.”
Reggie watched her eyes become dreamy again and her tension grow. Paralyzed by another pleasure wave, she released his wrist and allowed his fingers to work unhindered.
Reggie took the opportunity to pull down her briefs.
Christy was in the midst of another orgasm when Reggie removed his hand from her pussy and quickly undressed. His fantastically large cock sprang out from his boxers like it belonged on an anime character.
Reggie pulled Christy to the edge of the bed. He grabbed her knees and spread her legs to better access her delicate flower between them. Gently, he separated her soft, pink pedals with his black fingers for his entry.
He had made her so responsive that she hardly protested his invasive actions.
Before Christy regained her senses to resist, Reggie positioned himself at her saturated entrance, messaging her sensitive clitoris with the head of his cock.
Christy feared getting pregnant; but more importantly, she would take anything that lessened intimacy with this horrible man. Even a thin latex barrier prevented complete contact of their genitals and was better than nothing, she thought, “Can you wear a condom for me this time? Dave has rubbers you can use.”
Reggie never used condoms. But he knew there was no way in Hell Dave’s rubbers could fit him anyway, “Since you’re being cooperative and asking nicely, I’ll wear a rubber this time, but only if you put it on me.”
Christy fumbled to open the packet. While she saw Dave put on condoms, she had never put one on a man’s penis before.
Reggie moved up and straddled her chest, his thick, brown meat almost reaching Christy’s cute little nose. She nervously tried to get the elastic membrane to cover his cock. But the rubbers, which easily fit her husband, did not come close to Reggie’s size.
Each time Reggie forced Christy to touch and hold his cock, she appreciated it a little more it seemed. She could not help noticing how thick, firm and warm it felt in her hands. It was so hard, yet the skin felt soft and smooth to touch. Large veins looked like they might burst through its dark shaft. Was this once revolting appendage Reggie had put in her so many times becoming appealing to her?
“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t think they would fit me. I ain’t found a rubber that’s my size yet.”
It had to fit, she thought.
Reggie watched sparkles fly from Christy’s wedding and engagement rings as her dainty white fingers frantically gripped his humongous brown dick, “I can’t wait much longer, Baby.”
“Please, Reggie — I almost have it.”
Christy reluctantly let go of his penis as he removed it from her grasp; and she panicked as he retuned it to her pussy.
Reggie parted her labia and placed the head of his dick at her opening.
Christy dropped the unused rubber somewhere on the floor as Reggie eased into her.
His incredible organ slithered past its previous depths inside her, “Ow… please, oh… no…you’re too big! It’s too deep this time! Oh!”
With Christy’s husband gone for the next two weeks, this was the opportunity Reggie had wanted to really break her in. He carefully pushed additional cock in her, “Hush, it gonna be okay. You gonna take a little more of me today, baby.”
Christy’s faces of discomfort entertained Reggie. He watched her twist the sheets in her fists. He made contact with places inside her no cock had been before.
“Ow, it hurts, it hurts, Reggie. Please, oh — no more.”
“Just a little more for me Baby. We almost there.”
Her vaginal muscles adjusted and Christy’s pain abated. She wished Reggie would cum quickly and be done with her. But she was already familiar with Reggie’s rare ability, which Dave lacked, of controlling his orgasms.
Reggie could go hours without cumming when he wanted. His golf-ball sized testicles produced so much sperm that his cock was like a gusher when he finally popped his batch of cum with her. After a very short recovery he was ready to go again. If only Dave had listened to her and not let this sex monster move into their home, Christy thought.
Christy tried ignoring the sensations from Reggie’s cock, questioning to herself why Dave went to Amarillo and left her alone with him. How could he be so stupid and allow this strange, black man into their home in the first place? It was Dave’s fault this was happening to her, and she was having intercourse with Reggie all the time now instead of him.
Reggie astutely read Christy’s emotions. The white bitch still disliked having sex with him, although not as much as when he first began raping her. She was getting used to having unprotected intercourse with a black man the more he forced himself on her.
“Put your arms around me and start hugging me, baby. You know what to do. I don’t want to send my homeboys to Amarillo to see Dave because his wife’s a cold bitch with her boyfriend.”
It pained her to do this to Dave — to betray him, but she was also doing it for Dave — to save him. Christy’s arm glided around Reggie’s broad shoulder, while her hand slid down his strong back and grasped his muscular buttock, “Oh, oh, Reggie — no. It isn’t right. Ah… ah… ooh. Stop making me do this with you. Oh… oh… no…don’t make me do this to Dave.”
“What he doesn’t know ain’t gonna hurt him. Oh, yea, baby… you feel good. You just keep your mouth shut about me, and Dave can go on with his happy little life.”
“Oh, ooh, okay Reggie. Ah, ooh, I promise I won’t say anything. Ooh, ooh, just don’t hurt him, ooh.”
His cock was so big and she became more susceptible to his technique.
“Oh, Reggie, I can’t… no,” Christy murmured.
Reggie smiled as Christy’s body tensed and her pussy pulsated. Her hand squeezed his ass cheek and she pulled him to her. Her hug strengthened and her moans reached a higher pitch, “Ah, aah, aah, aah, oh, aah…”
He could tell she grew tired of fighting because she climaxed much sooner for him now than their first few times when he began raping her.
“Does big black cock feel good in your pussy? That’s-a-girl. Don’t fight it anymore. Cum for me.”
Christy gave in to her body, anger and shame washed away in ecstasy.
“I’m gonna cum soon, baby.”
Reggie’s announcement abruptly interrupted Christy’s sexual musings. She looked into Reggie’s eyes, “Please take it out for me; don’t cum in me this time.”
He surprised her. Christy felt Reggie’s thick long cock pulling out of her. She raised herself up on her elbows and watched his penis shoot white, gooey jism all over her body.
She never saw a penis ejaculate so much and so violently. It fired potent, baby making fluid at her in rapid succession like a semi-automatic pistol, raining semen on her face, tits and in her belly button.
Reggie wiped his cock along Christy’s engorged clitoris, causing her to make involuntary coital movements.
His penis was dangerously close to entering her again with residual cum still oozing from it. She did not want to increase her risk of pregnancy, “No, don’t put it there.”
Reggie ignored her, cruelly teased her, and ran the head of his cock along her pink folds, leaving a trail of semen all over Christy’s pussy, aware of how aroused and responsive she remained.
He rubbed his cum into Christy’s smooth white skin. He scooped a puddle of his jism out of her belly button and spread it all along her tummy. He proceeded up to her tits and used the slippery spunk on her erect nipples. He collected the last of it on her face and made her lick it all from his fingers.
Christy’s hate of Reggie began to abate somewhat. He withdrew from her this time like she had asked, and it became more difficult for her to deny how aroused he made her.
Evening had arrived and they entered the shower together; Christy glancing at Reggie’s enormous penis periodically. It remained flaccid and the break from sex allowed her thoughts to clear.
Christy recalled how the fornication started today with Reggie fondling her during the drive home that morning — after Dave left on his two week trip with work. It seemed like a bad wet dream — all the sex and orgasms Reggie made her have throughout the day.
In the shower Reggie observed streams of water flow down Christy’s fair skin. He took the wash cloth and began bathing her. His attentions went from her soft cunt to her cute little ass and perky breasts.
In the confines of the shower, Reggie’s huge cock touched Christy numerous times. Fortunately, his penis remained dormant despite the contact it made with her and she avoided more intercourse with him.
Reggie toweled Christy dry. They both stood naked facing each other when her phone rang and she answered it, “Hi, Dave, how was your trip to Amarillo.”
Christy still stared at Reggie when she hung up her phone. He held out a pink thong and matching bra he found in her dresser. They were undergarments from Victoria’s Secret she only wore for Dave on special occasions, “Put these on for me.”
She had no choice. After slipping on the sexy undergarments, she went to her closet.
“What you going in there for?”
“I need to put something else on.”
“You not wearing anything else, baby. You got enough on. You can sleep in those or nothing at all tonight.”
Exhausted from a day of sex, Christy went to bed in the risqué undergarments Reggie selected. The nightly visions of Reggie’s cock in her pussy haunted Christy briefly before she entered a deep slumber. But the same dreams returned late morning when Christy’s journey into forgetful nothingness ended and she entered lighter sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, he must have crawled into bed with her. Christy awoke in Reggie’s embrace, his hand on her breast. She could feel his enormous erection against her hip. She could not tell for certain if they had more unprotected sex during the night, but her panties were on and she probably would have woken if they did, she thought.
She had slept for over 12 hours. Christy carefully tried to ease away from Reggie’s hold without waking him.
His right hand left her breast and slid down Christy’s smooth, firm tummy.
Christy dreaded where Reggie’s hand seemed to be going, but it stopped at the waistband of her thong.
He resumed lightly sleeping.
Christy remained still. She wanted to sneak out of bed, find the car keys and get away from him. But she still did not know where she would go.
She had allowed things to go too far for too long with Reggie. Her sex with him now bordered on consensual. She was in bed sleeping with him and wearing a thong for Christ’s sake, she thought. How did she let this happen?
Christy felt trapped. She loved Dave and did not want to be taken by Reggie anymore. What if she became pregnant? She was unsure of her cycle, and did not recall exactly when she started her last period.
She tried slowly rolling on her side without waking Reggie. But, his hand held firm and would not let her move.
He was awake. His hand went in Christy’s thong where she feared it would go.
“I can’t keep doing this with you, Reggie. I might get pregnant. Don’t make me have sex again.” Her fingers wrapped around his wrist trying to stop him.
Reggie’s morning erection begged him for relief, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take it out before I cum, like I did for you yesterday.” His fingers explored her folds and located her clitoris.
“Please, Reggie, no,” Christy sobbed.
Reggie knew her tears would pass. She was already wet for him. Her clit loved to be stroked and he would soon bring her around.
He masturbated Christy until her cries became faint moans. He moved the thin silk strip of her thong aside, carefully stretched her glistening labia open and placed the head of his cock to her moist pink opening.
“Please, Reggie, no.”
“I can’t help it, baby. My erections hurt in the morning and I need you to help me relieve this one. I promise I’ll take it out before I cum.”
Frequent intercourse with Reggie over the past weeks allowed him to snugly slide into her with little discomfort for Christy now, “Ooh, ooh, ah.”
Christy wished Dave’s condoms had fit Reggie. Still somewhat uneasy about their genitals having direct contact with each other, Christy became ever more accustomed to the enhanced sensations of his uncovered penis inside her. She did not want their sex to feel so much nicer without condoms, but it did.
Reggie waited for Christy to become more aroused and then he put the rest of his penis in her.
“Oh, no, Reggie, I can’t.” She pushed against his chest. She was cumming already. His big unsheathed cock felt so good inside her, rubbing all the right areas in her so perfectly and filling her completely.
Christy’s mouth hung agape and her fingers dug into Reggie’s muscular chest as she slipped into euphoria.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” she moaned each time his cock proceeded to fill her.
Reggie enjoyed the wonderful sensation of burying his cock all the way in her.
Christy lay beneath Reggie’s large frame instinctively responding to the presence of his penis. For the first time she automatically wrapped her arms around his back and locked her legs around his ass without blows or threats from him — exactly the way he had made her unwillingly practice previously during sex.
Her pussy contracted rhythmically, as if trying to encourage every drop of semen from him. She became a little more complaisant and responsive for Reggie each time he fucked her until now she was practically his.
Dave allowed Reggie to move in with them and do this to her. Reggie promised to take his cock out of her pussy before he came, Christy rationalized to herself as her excitement built. She began to orgasm again and Reggie stuck his tongue in her mouth. They were kissing while she was cumming for him.
After a moment of indulgence Christy turned her face away as if awakening from a trance and realizing what she was doing, “No, Regge.”
Reggie grabbed her chin and forced his tongue back in her mouth.
She arched her back, then her arms softly embraced him again, “Mm-mph, mmmm.”
She was not acting anymore. The kiss and the hug were real. Christy had surrendered and accepted intimacy with him. She was in midst of orgasm and their genitals already shared fluids so what difference did the rest of it make?
“I’m gonna cum. Do you want to swallow it, baby?”
It would be better to swallow his cum than have him cum in her pussy again and risk an unwanted pregnancy, “Okay, Reggie. Let me suck on your cock.”
Reggie extracted his long, wet cock from her.
Christy got on her knees and placed the head of his penis in her mouth. She gripped his shaft in her soft fingers and began slowly pumping it. His cock began squirting its rich cream. She swallowed mouthfuls of his cum, “Mmm, mmm, mmm.”
She ran her tongue up and down Reggie’s shaft the way he had taught her to do previously — when he forced her into giving him oral sex. With one hand holding his shaft, her other lifted up his scrotum and gently fondled his big, heavy testicles.
Yesterday morning she had tried to kick his testicles in what was her final effort — through physical resistance at least — to end her sexual abuse. But she suffered a crushing defeat to him in that battle, and today she was a conquered woman caressing his hefty, sperm-filled gonads for him again. Her tongue returned to the head of his cock and licked up the residual cum still oozing from it.
With eyes closed and mouth agape, she affectionately held his massive black penis, longer than her entire head in length, against her creamy white cheek and sighed, “Oh, Reggie.”
Alone on the bed as he showered, Christy came to her senses and wondered how much longer this might continue. Would Reggie ever leave them alone? She could not run away, she could not tell her husband or the police and she could not stop him.
She saw the open rubber she had dropped yesterday still on the floor. Dave might notice it missing when he returned. She needed to replace it and find a larger size for Reggie to use with her. Unprotected sex with him was like playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun.
Still without her keys, Christy accompanied Reggie into town.
“What do you need at the store?” he asked.
Christy hesitantly explained, “I need to replace Dave’s condom we tried to use yesterday or he might find out about us.”
Christy’s answer brought a smile to Reggie as he drove her car. She was beginning to accept having sex with him, he thought. “I know just where to go, baby.”
Reggie took Christy to a pharmacy in the hood. Once near their destination, he parked Christy’s car on the side of the street a couple of blocks from the drug store. The two walked the rest of the way.
Christy did not like this part of town. Black faces everywhere stared at her as they walked. A few people recognized Reggie even though he wore sunglasses and a hat. They greeted him enthusiastically as if he were some kind of neighborhood hero.
Once inside the pharmacy, Reggie led Christy to the contraceptives.
She located Dave’s brand of condoms and then searched for ones large enough to fit Reggie. Christy found herself in a dilemma. Purchasing condoms for Reggie seemed like she was consenting to sex with him. But if she did not purchase the rubbers and the sex continued, she risked pregnancy. Neither choice was desirable.
She pulled Dave’s brand of condoms from the shelf and the largest ones she could find for Reggie.
“The smallest and largest rubbers we sell,” the elderly black pharmacist commented under his breath. He rang up Christy’s purchases and handed her back the black box of Magnum XXXL condoms. Noticing the wedding band on her finger and Reggie standing with a smile right behind her he chuckled, “I bet I know who those are for.”
They did not have sex since morning; her longest abstinence from Reggie since Dave went to Amarillo. Perhaps Reggie finally tired of her, and he would not find his way into her bed this evening, Christy hoped.
After a few hours, the amnesia of deep sleep faded and erotic images of Reggie’s huge cock occupied Christy’s slumber. She thought she was having a recurring wet dream, but awoke with Reggie beside her and his hand inside her panties working her clitoris.
While unconscious Reggie had brought her close to orgasm. She was wet and aroused.
“Reggie, I can’t keep doing this with you.” But she raised her hips betraying herself.
Reggie slid her silk panties down her legs. Her bra followed, lost somewhere in the bed as she lay completely naked for him. At least she was ready, she thought. She reached for the XXXL Magnum condoms sitting on her nightstand and timidly handed one to him.
“What the hell is this for?”
“For me, please use it.”
Reggie took the condom from her and tossed it across the room, “Sorry, baby, I’m not using that. Yesterday was a one shot deal and Dave’s rubber didn’t fit me. It feels a lot better this way. I want to feel you and you gonna feel me.”
She felt all of him keenly. Reggie inserted his uncovered penis in her as he had done many times already, male and female organs from two different races intermingling and their fluids mixing together.
Part of Christy was glad Reggie refused the condom. She started liking sex with him and he was right — it was much better without them. Her body began to crave the intimacy even if another part of her knew better.
“I’m married. We need to stop. What if I get pregnant?”
Reggie ignored her briefly and continued thrusting his massive black phallus into her slippery pink opening before reassuring her, “I promise you won’t get pregnant, baby. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of you.”
“Oh,” Christy exclaimed, now thoroughly familiar with Reggie’s huge unprotected cock creating delightful sensations far too intense to refuse. She was married to Dave, but his smaller penis just did not have the ability to pleasure her like this. She did not know how or why she acquired a desire for Reggie’s large size.
Moonlight poured in through the window and Reggie watched Christy writhe beneath him on his black pole of pleasure. Her willpower proved only a limited commodity of which she had little remaining, choosing instead to surrender to her female instincts.
“Oh, oh stop. Please, I can’t… oh,” she moaned over again.
But she could and she did, Reggie kept making sure of it. He knew she really liked to cum. He put his mouth over her lips and his long tongue found its way down her throat, silencing her insincere protests.
Christy made muffled cries of erotic passion into his mouth as her soft hands, that briefly pushed against his brown and muscular pecs, slid around his back and embraced him, “Mmmm.”
She unconsciously locked her legs around Reggie’s ass as well. All the things he had once forced from her when having intercourse she now did voluntarily.
Reggie wondered how Dave would react if he saw how his beautiful wife now rutted on a big black cock; if he knew how Reggie seduced her — by spoiling her pussy with repeated force-feedings of grade “A” negro dick until she hungered for it.
Reggie felt Christy’s silky pussy throbbing around his black baby maker. Her hips twisted and turned, rose and fell in reply to his thrusts as their bodies communicated physical pleasure to each other. She wasn’t too good for Niggers anymore, Reggie thought.
Reggie finally removed his tongue from her mouth, “I gonna cum soon, baby. You want to suck on it again?”
Christy lost control and could not stop grinding her pussy into Reggie’s cock, “Oh… ah… nah,” she nonsensically heaved.
Reggie ejaculated copiously inside her.
Her pussy milked his cock as if every bit of sperm from him was precious.
She no longer cared that Reggie filled her with his cum. The more they fucked the better Reggie’s cock felt. She could not resist him anymore. She wanted him to stay inside her forever.
In the bright moonlight, extremely wet and messy from lovemaking, Christy observed how beautifully their two bodies contrasted: Reggie’s hard, muscles, her toned yet gentle curves; his dark complexion, her fair skin. They complemented each other perfectly, it seemed — like the moon in the night sky.
Dave did not have to ever know about Reggie, Christy thought. Reggie could have her when Dave was gone. Exhausted from wild sex and now secure in Reggie’s embrace, she drifted back to sleep having made a transition from rape victim to consenting adulterous partner without even realizing it.
The early morning sun filled the bedroom, causing Christy to wake up.
Her pussy felt all crusty from Reggie’s dried spunk. How could she keep doing this with him, she wondered. She had allowed herself to become his plaything.
Christy turned her head to find Reggie lying beside her, staring at her with his eyes wide open.
His hand glided down her tummy and between her legs, “My cock is hard and aches real bad.”
Christy could not believe Reggie’s sex drive. How could he possibly be horny after so much sex just a few hours ago?
Her Grandpa used to call black men jungle bunnies. She always thought it a racist term. But she never had sexual relations with a black man before Reggie. Perhaps it was an accurate description if all black men were this potent.
Like Pavlov’s dog, Christy became wet just from Reggie’s suggestion.
“I shouldn’t have sex with you.”
Reggie rolled on his back and pulled her onto him. “Get on top and put my cock in your pussy like a good girl.”
Christy knew she really did not have a choice. Her petite body slithered on to Reggie’s muscular frame.
“Now put my cock in your pussy.”
She reached down and fed his shaft into her slit, slowly impaling herself, “Tell me when you’re going to cum, okay Reggie?”
Once Christy took him fully inside her. He firmly grabbed her hips with his large hands and guided her pelvic movements until Christy instinctively took over. She leaned forward against Reggie’s hard body and her erect nipples poked into his chest.
Christy mounted him for her first time. “That’s a good girl,” Reggie encouraged.
He looked in the mirror hanging on her bedroom wall across the room and observed the beautiful curves of Christy’s smooth, firm, buttocks. He watched her perfectly shaped, white ass hump his slick, brown rod. He could see the pink membranes of her labia clinging to his cock when her pussy rose, only to disappear when it slid down his shaft again.
The entire situation seemed surreal to Christy. Three weeks ago she had never even thought about being with another person besides Dave. Now she was fucking another man — an incredible black man with an insanely large penis.
“Oh my God, oh,” Christy moaned as her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her orgasms approached quickly.
The phone rang, jerking Christy back to reality. It must be Dave calling before work, she thought. She started to lift herself off Reggie; but, the black stud placed his hands firmly around her hips and forced her back down.
“Don’t get off my cock until we finished. Keep fucking that big black cock,” Reggie said reaching for her phone. He answered with Christy sliding up and down his cock at a slower pace.
Christy hoped it was not Dave calling.
“Hi Dave, how are you?” Reggie said.
Christy’s heart pounded in her chest as she heard Reggie mention Dave’s name. Here she was with another man’s cock in her pussy because of her stupid husband. Dave was so naïve, unwittingly chatting on the phone with Reggie while Reggie was doing this with her.
“Fine. You see that Lakers game there?” Me neither, buddy. I’ve been busy here with school, doing a lot of studying for final exams. Yea, she right here. Hold on.”
Reggie handed Christy her phone.
Christy looked mortified. How could she speak with her husband while she fucked Reggie?
She had no choice but to talk to Dave.
“Hi Baby, how are you? Oh I’m fine too.”
As her conversation with Dave continued, Christy stopped moving her hips until Reggie grabbed her firm ass with both hands and forced her to resume riding on his penis.
Christy listened to Dave speak on the phone while she slowly fucked Reggie.
Reggie parted her ass cheeks and pressed his index finger into her anus. She did not want Dave to hear them, so she silently allowed Reggie to proceed. If Dave only knew the type of studying Reggie was doing with her, he would have felt differently about his supposed friend.
“Relax, baby,” Reggie whispered in Christy’s ear as he pushed his finger deeper inside her tight pink asshole.
“I’m glad Reggie’s there. I’m sure he will help you with things if you need him,” Dave told her.
Dave held no idea what kind of things Reggie had already been helping her do with him behind Dave’s back.
Reggie’s finger went all the way up Christy’s anus, with the rest of his hand firmly grasping the crack between her two cheeks. She had never felt anything like having a cock in her pussy and a finger working her asshole at the same time. In fact she never experienced anal sex before and didn’t know it felt so erogenous.
Eager to get off the phone before one of them lost control moaning or saying something that would raise Dave’s suspicions, Christy pretended to have a bad signal, “What’s that honey? Hello? Dave? Can you hear me? If you can hear me I love you and I’ll call you back later. Good bye.”
Christy disconnected Dave’s call then turned off her phone so he could not call her back. The phone slipped from her hand on to the floor next to the bed. She French-kissed Reggie as her hands ran up his body, across his burly chest and around his neck.
She had loved Dave, but somehow this vicious criminal ignited something in Christy she never experienced before and had not welcomed — something stronger and more primitive than love.
She had fought the lust Reggie kept planting and refueling within her. But overcome by his frequent attacks, sparks finally turned to flames.
This distasteful course of events was predictable. Christy naturally began to like and want his big black cock from their repeated physical interaction. He was the alpha male who had taken her numerous times, practically whenever and however he wanted. What they did together often, even though against Christy’s will, ultimately caused her to develop inappropriate feelings for this dangerous, powerful gangster.
Dave reclined in his comfortable living room chair, sipping another beer and watching the Cowboys play against the Dolphins with Reggie. “It’s good to be back. I missed watching the games while I was in Amarillo.”
Sharing their home with Reggie turned out to be a pretty good idea that allowed them to keep their house, Dave thought. Reggie was a great roommate.
Reggie got a much better bargain from Dave than Dave realized. Not only did Reggie get to live in a very nice house for practically nothing, but he now fucked Dave’s wife regularly. Dave did not pay attention to how much friendlier his wife became with Reggie. Christy sat closer to Reggie on the couch when watching television, and occasionally Reggie patted her ass when Dave was not looking without any objection from her.
Dave knew his wife very well. With her conservative upbringing, Christy would never cheat, especially with a black man.
Christy wore a red, silk bikini brief to bed that evening.
Dave lay beside her, gently rubbing Christy’s shoulders. Over the past weeks he missed having sex with her. Christy worried that Dave might notice a difference in her vagina caused by Reggie.
Dave put on a condom and began fucking Christy with what now felt like a little boy’s penis to her. She recognized how deficient Dave was in size, having been with a man so much larger and more virile than her husband. There was no question that Reggie had spoiled her pussy with his gigantic black cock.
Penis size was important regardless of what some experts claimed. At least it had become so to her, and Dave simply did not have it. Christy had acquired a penchant for big black cock because of Reggie.
Reggie had fucked her with his humongous brown cock so many times and without a condom that he caused the extra intimacy to become a habit for her. She missed the sensation of his large, unsheathed dick and became frustrated.
She faked an orgasm with Dave to conceal her disappointment and finally welcomed his premature ejaculation, “Oh, Baby, you feel so good inside me. You made me cum.”
Her vagina felt a little different to Dave, but it had been a while since they made love and perhaps his memory was off.
Reggie phoned one of his lieutenants with an order, “Hi Byron, how are sales going?”
It was a rhetorical question. Demand for illegal drugs was always good and sales were always up, unless there was a bust. But that would have been in the news.
“The reason I’m calling is because I need you to get me more of them Sleeping Beauties. I’ve only got a few left, okay?”
Reggie had earned his status as a captain in the drug trade by never using the garbage he dealt. He had other plans for the pharmaceutical grade compound used medically for anesthesia and on the street, mixed with heroin and a few other naughty substances, as a date rape drug.
After speaking with Byron and placing his order, Reggie grabbed another beer from the refrigerator and left the kitchen to return to the living room.
Dave sat on his recliner, Christy by herself on the sofa. She briefly noticed how the brown beer bottles Reggie held matched his gorgeous mocha complexion.
Reggie smiled handing Dave a bottle of Michelob that he had already opened for him in the kitchen, condensation dripping down the cold glass like beads of sweat, “Here you go, bro. Drink up,”
After bumping bottles together with Reggie in a toast, Dave guzzled his third brew.
A little while later, Dave dozed off. The dim glow from the television provided the only light in the room.
Christy fell asleep as well. Her head rested on Reggie’s shoulder. Reggie’s hand rubbed her inner thigh and then stealthily moved to her crotch. He proceeded unbuttoning her pants. His hand slid inside her panties.
“Oh, no, oh, stop,” Christy quietly murmured. She was having a familiar dream about Reggie as he masturbated her. She awoke, grabbed his wrist and tried prying his hand out of her pants.
“No, Reggie. Stop. Dave will wake up.”
Christy realized if Dave woke, Reggie would have to kill him and Reggie would kick Dave’s ass badly first.
“He ain’t waking up tonight, so don’t you worry about him, baby. I’ve taken care of that.”
Christy was not sure exactly what Reggie meant, but he pulled her onto his lap as if Dave was not there.
Reggie’s fingers moved faster inside Christy’s pants and he watched her face contort from an orgasm. “No, please stop,” Christy quietly mewled when Reggie pulled down her jeans and panties.
Her wet sounds filled the room. They faced Dave with her legs spread open as she straddled Reggie’s lap.
Reggie flashed Dave the pink insides of his wife’s glistening pussy by gingerly separating her labia with his black fingers. Dave, however, peacefully slept ignorant of all that was occurring in front of him.
Christy twisted with discomfort, but Reggie’s arm around her thin waist held her in his lap. Her fidgeting subsided with her next orgasm. Reggie removed Christy’s shirt and bra and his hand slid to her cute breasts, tweaking her nipples. His other hand continued working her quivering pussy.
Christy quietly struggled to stop Reggie, fearful of Dave waking and seeing them.
Reggie pulled down his gym shorts and slowly placed his enormous, brown cock inside Christy’s tight, pink cunt. Dave’s small wife writhed on the huge pole that was Reggie’s penis, Reggie’s fingers messaging her engorged clit.
His black rod travelled in and out of Christy’s pink folds. The way his entire cock actually fit inside her petite body seemed to defy physics. Dave still peacefully slept while his gorgeous, model-perfect wife got fucked by a Nigger right in front of him.
She silently squirmed in Reggie’s lap that evening having orgasms and trying to stop before Dave awoke. But Dave slumbered the duration.
Reggie took his time. He grabbed Christy’s chin, turned her face and they French-kissed.
“Mmmm, mmmm,” Christy moaned while his tongue explored her mouth. Christy’s hips began moving with as much determination as his, euphoria bonding them together. She wanted him to cum in her. She didn’t care anymore if Dave saw them. She loved fucking Reggie.
Reggie came in her pussy. His semen filled Christy and having no place else to go, flowed down his shaft.
Christy’s throbbing cunt milked every last squirt of cum from him.
It was the wee hour of the morning when Christy left Reggie’s lap. She spoke softly into his ear, “Come to bed with me.”
Reggie gladly followed and the two went to bed, leaving Dave alone to sleep.
Weeks passed. Dave became a very sound sleeper.
Christy looked into Reggie’s dark brown eyes as he prepared to enter her, “Are you sure Dave won’t wake up tonight?”
He sunk his cock into her tight pink pussy, “We won’t have to worry about him this evening, baby.”
Lately they seldom worried about Dave. Reggie secretly had plans for Christy’s husband that would soon get him out of the way permanently.
The sound of lovemaking — the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two souls lost in passion — grew louder. They left the bedroom door ajar as if no one else were in the house, their two shadowy figures moving in unison as moonlight flooded in through the window.
Reggie’s time to be with her had arrived. He recalled how his shrewd decision to quickly seize opportunity and take advantage of a young couple lacking sense paid off. Christy was well worth his investment and he received a nice place to live as a bonus.
“Oh, ooh, yes, I want your cock in my pussy. Ooh, I love you, Reggie.”
“Oh, yeah, I love you too, baby.”
Christy’s dark blue eyes stared into Reggie’s dark brown ones as they fucked. The frequent intercourse he once forced her to have with him gradually seduced her completely, the days of him coercing her becoming distant memory.
“Oh, yes, your big black cock feels so good in me. Oh, I’m cumming for you, Reggie. Cum in me. I want your baby.”