Defiled Young College Professor By The Cryptkeeper WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing rape, violence, or racism offend you. Chapter 1 How to Make an A "That stuck up bitch is going to cost us the championship this year if she fails another one of our players," Coach Leroy White griped to his assistant, Nate Wilson. "She gave Reggie another "F" on his term paper. We can't afford to lose him." Reggie Johnson was a valuable linebacker on the university's football team. His English professor was a cute, 25-year-old white woman named Danielle Rogers, who had started teaching at the school 10 months earlier, shortly after obtaining her PhD. A sexual predator, Reggie preyed on young women but targeted fine, white pussy in particular. He had grown bored in this predominantly black school with its shortage of white females and was considering going to another college anyway after this season. However, his huge, black cock grew hard for Danielle Rogers every time he attended her class, making it impossible for him to concentrate on anything other than how good it would feel fucking her tight, silky cunt. Having observed Reggie undressed in the locker room on numerous occasions, Nate had seen the well endowed linebacker firsthand and understood why so many girls appreciated his talents. “I think I know a way we can get our little, stuck-up, white bitch professor to come around,” Nate said to his boss. The two coaches met with the college president, Dr. Amos Jackson, a previous football player himself. The three black men discussed their dilemma and Nate’s solution. Dr. Jackson silently pondered Nate’s suggestion at his desk for a moment with the two coaches sitting across from him quietly awaiting his response. “While I hate to resort to such tactics, the college must win the state championship,” Dr. Jackson said. “It might also keep Reggie from being lured by another school next season.” Danielle Rogers felt a little out of place teaching at the predominantly black school. But with the poor economy and budget cuts, most colleges were shedding faculty. She was fortunate to find this position at Bethune University. “Come in Dr. Rogers,” Dr. Jackson said as the beautiful, young professor stood at the entrance to his office. Amos’ eyes briefly roamed over Danielle’s lovely curves, her spectacular figure the result of daily, five mile runs to keep in shape. He envied what Reggie would be getting. “Have a seat,” he continued opening his hand to a big, brown, leather chair in front of his desk. He watched with a smile as the gorgeous, white woman sat, appreciating her petite figure, fair skin, shiny, brown hair that flowed behind her ears to her shoulders, and mesmerizing brown eyes. She could be a professional model with such a nicely defined, angular face and that incredible body. “So how is your husband doing?” Dr. Jackson asked. “He’s still in Afghanistan,” Dr. Rogers replied, noticing how the short, white, kinky hair on the sides of Dr. Jackson’s head contrasted with the shiny, bald area comprising most of its surface. “How much longer will he be there?” “Eleven months, unless they extend his tour again.” “Well we appreciate his service to our Country,” Dr. Jackson said as he looked down at the papers on his desk. “I want to discuss your progress toward achieving tenure. I see you have completed 11 months with us so far. After 24 months, as you probably already know, we evaluate your dedication to our students and decide whether to recommend you for tenure or not. It’s been brought to my attention that one of your pupils, Reggie Johnson, has been having difficulties in your course. Aside from being one of our star athletes, Reggie has also been identified as requiring special accommodations for his learning disability. He needs tutoring in a distraction free area away from others. I want you help him,” Dr. Jackson stated. Danielle had always been the good girl. Since her teens, when her peers were at parties or out on dates with their boyfriends, she stayed home studying for high grades to impress her parents and teachers. She went to church on Sundays, volunteered at the soup kitchens on holidays, and dressed demurely to avoid the stares from men which made her feel uncomfortable. She sought approval for her life. Although Reggie Johnson gave her the creeps the way he ogled her in class, refusing would surely prevent her tenure. “Of course, Dr. Jackson, anything I can do to help one of my students,” Danielle replied. Amos read a hint of chagrin on her face contradicting her words. “Good! It’s vital that Reggie is successful and remains eligible to play for our team. He’s got a busy schedule and I appreciate your willingness to assist him. I’ll have Coach White get with you to set this up.” Danielle mustered a phony smile that Amos recognized as insincere. “That’s fine, Dr. Jackson. But I’m not very familiar with this campus yet. Where is there a distraction free location suitable for Reggie’s accommodations?” Danielle asked. “I’ll have Coach White take care of that for you,” Amos replied. “He’ll let you know when and where to meet with Reggie. I really appreciate your desire to help him.” Danielle turned to leave and Amos studied the outline of her fine, little ass through the skirt she wore as she walked away. His cock began to stir as he imagined her tight, white pussy being spoiled by Reggie’s monstrous male organ. A good taste of the athlete’s nigger cock would change her attitude, he thought as he adjusted the bulge in his pants. Amos then smiled pondering how unsatisfied Dr. Roger’s would probably become with her husband after getting used to Reggie. Reggie’s busy school and training schedules dictated when Danielle could tutor the athlete. Coach White made arrangements for her and Reggie to use a quiet study room in a remote, unused part of the library that had been scheduled for renovation before budget cuts postponed the work. “Since when should sports take priority over studies at a university?” Danielle irately questioned to herself as she walked toward the old building in the cool autumn breeze. The sun had already sunk beneath the horizon and the western sky behind the library still dimly glowed from the remnants of the day. Tutoring Reggie on a Sunday evening seemed a bit unreasonable to her. However, Dr. Jackson had put the pressure on her and without tenure she was in no position to refuse. “What a waste of time,” she thought. She doubted Reggie would benefit much from her efforts. Out of all her students, he showed the least intelligence and motivation. The library seemed silent enough, especially on a Sunday evening without the usual crowd of students. A special room for Reggie to study without distraction seemed ridiculous to Danielle. The dumb football player needed to spend more time on his academics, she thought making her way through the empty part of the building to the room where Coach White told her to meet Reggie. She approached the far wall that contained a row of open doors leading into small, dark, empty rooms. She went to the one that light poured from. Inside Reggie waited sitting at a plain, wooden conference table. Three identical wooden chairs surrounded the square table. Entering the room Danielle left the door wide open. She didn’t like the way Reggie stared at her in class and there was no way she would close the door in this room alone with him. “Hi teach,” the 25-year old stud said with a grin. His bright teeth contrasted with his black complexion. He wore loose fitting, red and white, nylon, gym shorts and a grey, sleeveless t-shirt. “Where’s the draft of your term paper for us to work on?” Danielle asked as she took a seat beside the burly student, muscles bursting beneath his dark complexion. Reggie bent down from his chair to search his disorganized backpack. Danielle waited several minutes until he finally located the missing item. “Here it is,” Reggie said dropping a messy stack of wrinkled papers in front of him. With a red pen, Danielle quickly went to work, correcting the grammar, punctuation, and spelling in the paper, explaining the revisions as she worked. “Use ‘there’ when referring to a place and ‘their’ for possession,” Danielle instructed, crossing out the error and fixing it on Reggie’s paper. The sparkles from her wedding band and engagement ring momentarily caught Reggie’s interest. Instead of paying attention to Danielle’s explanations, Reggie studied how her perky, c-cup breasts filled her blouse, how her light, brown hair flowed down to her shoulders, and how her captivating, brown eyes darted from word to word on the page as she read. She had dressed conservatively in a black skirt that extended past her knees – another unsuccessful attempt to temper her attractiveness. But, Reggie had an excessive appetite for white pussy – especially if it had never been treated to black cock before, which he surmised was Danielle’s case judging from her smug attitude. While Reggie worked with Danielle, Coach White entered the nearly empty library, walked up to Jerome, the student assistant behind the front desk (who happened to also be on the football team}, and asked, “Anyone else in here tonight?” “Just Reggie Johnson and Dr. Rogers in Study Room 115 over in the old wing,” Jerome answered. “Take off early tonight, then. Get caught up on your studies. I’ll close up.” “Thanks, Coach,” Jerome said, quickly gathering his books and leaving. Coach White locked the entrance behind Jerome. Now only he, Reggie, and Danielle remained. Laughter from somewhere in the library came into their study room. It lasted for a few seconds and then stopped. The chuckles returned and ceased several more times, growing louder each occurrence. Reggie stood up from his chair without saying a word and closed the door. “Please leave the door open,” Danielle asked. “I can’t be concentrating with dat giggling,” Reggie replied. Reggie observed unease in Danielle’s face. Danielle stared up at the large Negro towering above her. He retook his seat, moving it closer beside her and she returned to correcting his work. When Danielle looked at Reggie again, he didn’t appear to be paying much attention, leaning back in his chair with his legs spread apart, rubbing his crotch while leering at her. Her eyes went back to the paper trying to ignore his obnoxious behavior. “Oh, look at the time,” Danielle said pointing to her watch. “The library is closing; we better go.” Reggie stroked the huge bulge forming in his shorts without interruption as Danielle nervously got up, gathered her things, and went to the door. She tried turning the knob but it would not budge. It was either jammed or locked. She didn’t have a key. Danielle didn’t realize that Coach White now stood on the other side of the door listening to every sound they made. “There’s something wrong with the door. I can’t seem to get it open,” Danielle said, turning back to Reggie. He hadn’t left his chair or stopped stroking himself. He was like an angry bee preparing its stinger. The enormous protuberance in Reggie’s shorts had grown even larger since she had turned around. Danielle didn’t believe a man could possibly have such a large penis and concluded that Reggie must have put something in his shorts as a sick joke. “I don’t think what you’re doing is funny or appropriate!” she said reaching in her purse. She withdrew her cell phone and began dialing. Reggie got up, ripped the phone from Danielle’s hand, and smashed it into pieces on the table. Danielle’s mouth fell open in shock. She was scared and speechless. “We ain’t done studying yet,” Reggie said. “I is gonna teach ya a few things,” he growled grabbing hold of Danielle’s wrists and pushing her petite frame against the door with his heavy, muscular body. Danielle felt Reggie’s hard cock poking into her tummy through his shorts and her blouse and realized its tremendous length and girth. “No! Get your hands off me or you’ll be in big trouble,” Danielle shouted. Reggie’s large hand reached up and easily fit around Danielle’s throat. She began choking. “All I has to do is squeeze a little more. Now is ya gonna shut dat hoe mouth or do I needs to permanently silence ya?” he asked. Danielle’s face turned red, her eyes glazed and bulged. His hand released her throat. Danielle struggled to regain her breath as Reggie pushed her on to the table. A couple of stubborn buttons popped off as Reggie ripped open her blouse. He easily yanked off her loose fitting skirt. “Please … don’t … do this… to me,” Danielle hoarsely pleaded between coughs. “It’s time for dat fine, white, pussy of yers to taste some nigger cock,” Reggie excitedly said as he gazed down at Danielle lying on her back in pink, bikini panties made of silk and a matching bra. Reggie jostled with Danielle removing her bra, and had hardly taken time to appreciate the perfect mounds with their pink, circular, areola summits before his hand slid down her smooth, flat abdomen, over her cute little belly button, and into the waistband of her briefs. A seasoned sexual predator who had spoiled reluctant, white pussy before, Reggie knew Danielle’s resistance was increasing with each breath she regained – that his window of opportunity would close quickly if he didn’t take the necessary steps to keep it open. There would be time to completely appreciate her womanly charms later. But now he needed to access her femininity and gain control of the white bitch. Danielle’s hands grasped the waistband of her panties to prevent their removal. She was already regaining some of her fight. Reggie pried a couple of her fingers open and bent them backwards. “Owe, stop it!” Daniel shrieked. “Don’t makes me hurt you. Let go yur panties or I’ll break yur fingers, bitch,” Reggie replied as he put more pressure on her digits. Danielle’s fingers relinquished the delicate fabric to Reggie and off it slid down her slender legs. But the part of Danielle that Reggie wanted most, which up to this point he had only fantasized about, remained inaccessible between her closed legs. He needed to open her up, expose her feminine core, and make her body react. His huge muscles pried her legs apart. Her pussy was more beautiful than Reggie had imagined – a clean Brazilian from laser treatments received at the insistence of her husband with a neatly trimmed wisp of brown pubic hair above, left her private area smooth and stubble free, just the way Reggie liked white pussy. By having almost all her pubic hair removed, Danielle had inadvertently made her female anatomy much easier for Reggie to observe, study, and manipulate. Reggie wanted to stretch her labia open to see the rest of Danielle’s genitals. Getting girls into this exposed position usually made them acquiesce since they realized their inescapable predicament and vulnerability. But every time Reggie tried to proceed and let go of Danielle’s legs, she closed them. Reggie’s hand went up to Danielle’s pretty nipple and tightly pinched and twisted the sensitive flesh between his fingers. “Owe!” Danielle howled. Reggie then delivered a solid punch into Danielle’s firm stomach, knocking the wind from her. “Now we can do this da easy way or da hard way. It’s up to ya, bitch. But this is going to happen one way or da other. Keep yur fucking legs open or there’s gonna be more where dat come from,” Reggie warned. Danielle gasped for air as Reggie returned to her legs. With very little effort this time, he spread them wide and then with his thumbs, carefully stretched the delicate pedals of Danielle’s pussy apart, revealing her lovely pale pink flesh inside. It was like opening a delicious fruit. She had yet to moisten for him. But he saw her clit waiting to be caressed. Holding Danielle wide apart, Reggie’s long tongue delved into her open slit. “Stop it,” Danielle cried as Reggie’s saliva provided initial lubrication. His tongue traveled between her slit and her clit. Raising herself up onto her elbows, Danielle looked down her flat tummy and watched Reggie with a contorted look on her face. “Why are you doing this to me? Stop doing that,” Danielle cried. Reggie progressed from licking Danielle’s clitoris to gently sucking it. Women liked different amounts of stimulation to this sensitive part of their anatomy and he was going to discover exactly what aroused Danielle most. He took a short break from her clit to dive his tongue back into her love tunnel. Her taste had become sweeter – the familiar flavor of female response. Her feminine secretions began mixing with his saliva. Reggie went back to Danielle’s clitoris and sucked harder. “Oh, no, don’t do that. Not there. Please, stop it. Oooh, no, oooooh.” Coach White went to a room adjacent the one Danielle and Reggie were in. His cock grew hard as he watched from a tiny hole in the wall that provided an excellent view. He heard Danielle’s objections become slightly less emphatic. The change in Danielle’s cries could only mean that the black stud began seducing the stuck-up, white bitch. “That a boy,” Leroy whispered as he brought his iPhone up to the hole and started recording. It would only take a few moments of weakness by Danielle combined with some editing to provide future insurance. “Make that white bitch cum for the camera,” he thought. Danielle’s clit became slightly larger and her pussy wetter. She hadn’t had sex since her husband, Josh, went to Afghanistan four months earlier. She loved Josh very much and had always been faithful to him. Now thoughts of Josh entered Danielle’s mind as her body responded to Reggie. Danielle tried to suppress the autonomous reactions. She felt horrible that a disgusting black man was doing this to her. But Reggie had her so fully exposed – in a way that even Josh had never done – that a paralyzing fear and sense of vulnerability now tempered her urge to physically resist. She whined the same words over like a child to Reggie, “No, stop, please don’t.” But her appeals had no effect. Reggie used variation as a tool to catch his victims off guard and to determine what elicited the strongest sexual reflexes in them. He switched from performing oral sex on Danielle to masturbating her. His palm on Danielle’s mons, Reggie gently worked her clitoris with his thumb, while closely studying the expressions on her face and watching her pelvis for movement. Reggie’s experience had taught him that women vastly differed in the way they liked to be touched – some went into orbit when he aggressively stoked their clits, while others hardly tolerated direct contact on their sensitive nubs. He altered his technique and like a detective, searched for clues Danielle tried concealing. Danielle’s strong spirit was unable to prevent Reggie from corrupting her weak flesh. Quickened breathing, an intense look on her face as if concentrating on something important, a barely perceptible thrust of her pelvis, gradually and unwillingly, she divulged to him secrets not even her husband had discovered of where and how she liked to be touched. Reggie pulled back the hood of Danielle’s swollen clit and delicately caressed her exposed glans. Her head fell back, “Oooooh, oooooh, oooooooooh, nooooh, stop it you sick bastard,” she moaned. Reggie smiled. She was losing this battle and didn’t even know it. Softly pushing on Danielle’s chest with his other hand, Reggie said, “If ya lie back and relax dis will be over quicker.” With her mouth hanging open, Danielle dumbly stared at Reggie and hesitantly lowered herself from her elbows. “Dat’s good, Dr. Rogers,” Reggie said. “I’ll call ya Danielle now dat we is such close friends,” he continued. Danielle didn’t answer. “Ya sure has a purtty pussy, Danielle,” Reggie said making final adjustments in the way he was masturbating her, his thumb sliding even faster over the slipper head of her swollen clit. The sensation drove Danielle crazy. Her pussy occupied more of her thoughts and she had stopped thinking about Josh. “Aaaaaah, Oooooooooh, nooooh, oooooooooh, aaaaaah, oooooooooooh, she mewled. Reggie watched her pelvis undulate to the motion of his thumb on her clit. Now that she relinquished most of her control to him, he finally had time to fully appreciate her womanly charms he had previously overlooked: her firm, supple tits capped with youthfully pink areolas the perfect size and matching the color inside her glistening pussy, smooth unblemished skin, a flat, toned tummy, and long slender legs. Her nipples became erect while he masturbated her. ‘Is you gonna cum?” Reggie asked. Danielle closed her eyes and shook her head, “Ooooooh, aaaaaaah, naaaaah, oooooooooh, ooooooooooooooooooooh!” She arched her back and bit her fist. In the middle of a small orgasm Reggie abruptly stopped. Mentally Danielle welcomed the reprieve; however, her flesh had become sensitized to the stimulus and craved more. Reggie’s strong hands gripped Danielle by her hips, flummoxing the white beauty. He lifted her tight little butt slightly and repositioned her at the edge of the table. Her legs awkwardly followed his guidance as he ushered them back and spread them open again. Danielle regained some of her resolve from the interlude. She partially sat up and watched Reggie’s hand return to her mons. “No more. You’re going to be in big trouble. My husband knows I came here and will send the police to look for me when I don’t come home,” she said. A grin formed on Reggie’s face. He didn’t say a word about catching her lie. Coach White had already told him her husband was in Afghanistan, which meant that probably no one knew she was here, he thought. His thumb resumed titillating her clit. “No!” she said with a restored adamancy trying to comport herself as best as possible given her dismal situation. Reggie brandished his fist in front of Danielle’s face and threatened, “Is it gonna be da hard way?” Danielle looked down and with disgust witnessed Reggie masturbating her. Reggie’s free hand nudged her to lay back. She grudgingly followed his lead. “Dat’s better,” Reggie said encouragingly. “Like I say befoe, ya cooperate and lets me get to know ya better and I’ll finish sooner.” His thumb pushed against the left side of Danielle’s clitoral shaft and pulled upward, retracting her hood and exposing her glans again. “Please don’t make me,” Danielle whimpered. But Reggie culled her susceptible love spot. “Ooh, noooooo.” A few minutes adroitly stroking her exposed glans caused her clitoris to engorge and double its original size. Her pleasure giving head and part of its shaft came into view and became directly accessible outside its hood. The increased sensations rendered Danielle more compliant. Her pussy glistened with silky secretions and resumed subtle coital motions, her nipples annealed, pointing out from her chest, and her breathing accelerated. “Dat’s a good girl,” Reggie said condescendingly. “Ya is letting me know ya better now.” Reggie purposefully prolonged Danielle’s incarceration in her own, unbidden, pussy centered world that he created, giving her extra time to appreciate its pleasures. Making Danielle cum despite her resistance enthralled Reggie as much as his own orgasm. Taming her from a haughty, white college professor to a submissive, horny, black man’s slut exhilarated him. With Danielle distracted in climax, Reggie stealthily removed his shorts. She habituated to the sensations from Reggie and approached another orgasm when he stopped masturbating her again. Danielle stared at Reggie with a perplexed look on her face as he removed his shirt. Then she noticed he wasn’t wearing his shorts. Danielle’s eyes fell upon the largest penis she had ever seen. His black cock looked like it belonged on a horse. The thick, long shaft protruded from a matt of short, kinky pubic hair. His pendulous ball sac resembled a coconut and contained testicles as heavy as lead and filled with virile sperm. Danielle realized what Reggie wanted to do with his penis. Instinctively she flipped herself over and attempted scurrying across the table. Reggie caught her by her ankle and pulled her back. “No, get away from me. I can’t have sex with you,” Danielle yelled. “Help!” She realized then that the library had long closed and no one could hear her. They were alone, locked in a small room that was locked in a big empty building, securely trapped together for the evening. “I guess you want it da hard way!” Reggie sneered spanking her beautifully shaped ass until it turned bright red. “Owe, ooooweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, stoooooooop!” Danielle screeched. Reggie paused between each slap, took a handful of her solid buttocks, and then let go to deliver another blow. Her behind felt hot when Reggie finally stopped smacking it. She wept as he positioned her on her back and at the edge of the table again. “Please, you’re too big for me,” Danielle cried. The head of Reggie’s mammoth cock pushed at her opening. The fact of the matter was that up to this point, Danielle had very little intimate experience with men. A couple of boyfriends before getting married who were small in size and then her modestly endowed husband who she had not had sex with in over four months. She had never encountered a penis even remotely close to the size of Reggie’s and her vagina had tightened from inactivity due to Josh’s absence. Danielle felt pressure build from Reggie’s freakishly large cock seeking her entrance. She realized he wasn’t wearing a condom and she wasn’t on birth control since she had been trying to get pregnant with Josh. “Please, Reggie. I’ll do anything you want and I won’t tell anyone what has happened. But I can’t have sex with you. I’m not on any birth control,” Danielle tried to reason. She felt her labia giving way to the head of Reggie’s cock. “No, please, I can’t! I could get pregnant,” she begged. While watching Danielle’s face Reggie gave an unexpected push. He liked seeing the expressions on white bitches when entered the first time by a Nigger. Danielle’s mouth fell open and a guttural groan escaped. The head of his cock was inside her. The muscles in her stomach contracted and she gasped for air. Danielle’s hands pushed Reggie’s rippled stomach trying to thwart his progress. But the squeaking table acknowledged the commencement of his thrusts. He held Danielle’s hips firmly in place while driving deeper into her. “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she groaned in unison with the table’s complaints. Danielle’s vaginal membranes snugly embraced Reggie’s massive girth. With each thrust his cock visited places further inside her that no cock had been before, parting the wet walls of her almost virgin pussy as it proceeded. The intrusion caused Danielle to grimace. Reggie had fucked virgins looser than Danielle and thought her husband, like most white men, must have had a tiny cock. “I gonna ruin dat little white pussy of hers, so she won’t enjoy fucking no small cock anymore,” Reggie mused. The pain at hand vanquished Danielle’s thoughts about having forced, unprotected sex outside of her marriage with a black man. She could only wish the anguish away. Coach White recorded Danielle’s initiation to Nigger cock, her precious white cunt forced open by Reggie’s colossal rod pumping in and out of it, her chant of grunts and groans in harmony with creaks from the table. Reggie delivered himself to Danielle masterfully. Her moans that captivated Coach White outside their room subtly changed in tone, indicating that her pussy had inured to Reggie’s cock; her pain diminishing to mild discomfort. Danielle’s grimace faded as Reggie’s cock became more tolerable. Relieved that the pain subsided, she remembered she was sharing body fluids with her rapist – he wasn’t wearing a condom and she could feel what every inch of his long, thick, black cock travelling inside her looked like. But in denial she failed to conclude from his heavy balls nudging her ass that his entire behemoth organ somehow fit in her. Now fully inside her, Reggie released Danielle’s hips, his hands roaming to other desirable parts of her anatomy. His right hand landed on her mons – again, his thumb resuming strategic fillips to her clit. “No, don’t,” Danielle said, trying to sit up. She would have been shocked at the site of her stretched pussy with Reggie’s cock buried in it, but Reggie’s other hand grabbed hold of her tit and held her down. “Oh no ya doesn’t!” Reggie warned gently rolling her nipple between his fingers. “Unless ya wants it the hard way again, stay down and don’t get up till I tell ya.” Danielle paused a moment, then abandoned her effort to sit up. Reggie pushed his thumb against the side of her clitoral shaft, retracted her prepuce and uncovered her sensitive glans. The added stimulation seemed to pacify her. She whipped to-and-fro atop the table like a branch in the wind from Reggie’s thrusts. She had stopped crying and remained silently on her back, her eyes wandering across the ceiling while thinking of her husband and the possibility of an unwanted pregnancy with Reggie. Reggie’s enormously intimidating cock being put inside her, being forcefully fucked by a black man had become fait accompli. Danielle didn’t recognize the change in her own emotions or understand their cause: her body had betrayed its secrets and Reggie had learned how to turn on her love switch. She started to relax, hardly noticing her mild discomfort vanish. But a different tension began building deep within her, little by little crowding out her other worries as well. If Reggie had studied his class work as intently as the reactions of female anatomy, he’d be a Rhodes Scholar. “Ooh,” Danielle gasped. He kept fondling her sweet spot. “Noooh, oooooh, don’t,” she lilted. “If ya has a big orgasm for me, I’ll stop,” Reggie replied. “Nooooh, don’t make me cum again,” Danielle said. “Those were just little ones befoe,” Reggie answered. “I wants ya to has big ones and I guess we be here a while until ya do.” He looked into her face; she looked back and winced. Reggie watched the muscles in her belly contract. Danielle betrayed herself, surrendered, and completely succumbed to Reggie. Her pussy began fucking him back. Her hands slid away from his hard stomach and gently held his hips. Her mouth fell open and a dreamy stare filled her eyes. “Ah, aaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaah,” she cooed like an animal in heat. Reggie felt her pussy begin rhythmical contractions around his cock as if attempting to milk sperm from him. “Dat’s better,” Reggie said. He pulled out of Danielle and slid her toward the center of the table. She gazed at his humongous cock glistening with her silky secretions as he climbed onto the table to join her, and dazedly watched him sink it back into her. “Oooh,” she exclaimed to the return of his pleasure giving organ. “Do ya like da way my Nigger cock feels in ya?” Reggie asked. “Oooh, aaaah, aaaah,” Danielle deliriously answered, locking her legs around his ass and embracing him in her arms. Reggie French kissed Danielle. She was cumming hard for him, her pussy in convulsions, her nipples poking into his chest, when he broke their kiss and announced, “I is gonna cum.” “No, don’t cum in my pussy. Take it out,” Danielle whimpered. He placed his mouth back over hers and their tongues again intertwined. She felt his cock swell even larger. “Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmm,” Danielle attempted to speak but was locked in their kiss and gave up. Reggie’s cock drowned Danielle’s precious, white pussy in a warm deluge of very potent Nigger jism. Danielle’s vulnerable pussy maintained involuntary contractions around Reggie’s shaft – brought on by her own orgasm – as if it had a mind of its own and wanted to receive every drop of his baby-making cum. Her husband’s ejaculation was like a ripple in a pond compared to Reggie, an ocean wave crashing on her shore. Reggie’s huge testicles produced seas of the vigorous, white stuff. He pulled out of her and swirled his glans on her swollen clit a few times. Danielle watched the residual globs of rich, white cream ooze from the brown head of his cock onto her very excited clit. It took moments for Danielle to regain her senses. In a chair watching the overabundance of his semen trill from Danielle’s sullied cunt, Reggie thought about how much he loved fucking white pussies, like hers, ruining them for their husbands, and how nice it would be to watch her belly swell with his Nigger baby. He hoped he knocked her up. She closed her legs, sat up with her pussy full of Nigger cum, and scanned the room for her scattered clothes. Reggie watched Danielle slide off the table to fetch her panties, admiring her shapely, white ass. He felt his cock stir again. “Perhaps one more go wid her while I has da opportunity,” he thought. “Don’t ya get dressed yet,” Reggie said. Danielle had a baffled look. What more could the athlete possibly want from her? “I want to put my clothes on,” Danielle said. “But we ain’t done yet,” Reggie replied. “I wants ya to suck my cock clean.” Danielle didn’t know what to do. She had never performed oral sex before. She knew if she resisted, he would force her to do it anyway. With his hands on her shoulders, Reggie pushed Danielle to her knees. She stared at the big, black penis hanging in front of her face. Even flaccid it was huge and Danielle couldn’t believe it had been inside her. But the disgusting slime – his and her cum – coating it as well as filling her pussy reaffirmed where his cock had been. Putting Reggie’s filthy appendage in her mouth revolted Danielle. “Put it in yer mouth,” Reggie said. Danielle dropped her panties and her tiny hands guided the heavy phallus to her lips. Reggie grabbed the hair on the back of Danielle’s head and snarled, “Open.” Danielle parted her lips. Reggie pushed her face down and the head of his cock slid into her mouth. “Suck it. I best not feel dose purtty white teeth of yers either if ya wants to keep ‘em,” Reggie said. Danielle soon grew used to the taste of cum and with Reggie’s guidance, learned how to give head. She drew on the glans of the oozy male organ, ran her tongue up and down its mighty shaft while gently rolling its weighty testicles in her fingers. It began to enlarge. Danielle wanted to stop before Reggie became too excited, but he firmly held her head in place while warning her not to quit. “Looks at how hard yer making me again,” Reggie taunted. “Ya must wants me to fuck ya some more.” Danielle suddenly felt sharp pain. Reggie pulled her by the hair off her knees. His cock plopped out of her mouth. “Owe, stop it! What are you doing?” Danielle asked in bewilderment as Reggie led her by her hair back on top of the now familiar table. “It’s time for ya to gets more lovin,” Reggie replied, positioning himself behind her on top of the table. He released Danielle’s hair and raised her left knee. “No, please, we already had sex,” Danielle whimpered as Reggie entered her from behind. His cock swiftly returned to its previously secured position deep in Danielle’s silky cunt. Her pussy felt like heaven, snug and smooth like it was made just for him. He reached around and began playing with her clit. “Please, Reggie, not again. I can’t, Ooooh…” The night wore on. Coach White captured Danielle’s inadvertent moments in ecstasy interspersed between her many complaints to stop. With a little editing, this would make Danielle’s rape appear consensual and keep the white bitch in line and available to Reggie should the stud want more of her. Coach White had walked several yards toward the library’s exit when he shook his head and snickered as several grunts of female passion managed to reach his ears. “Oooooh, don’t make me cum again,” he heard Danielle chirp. “Reggie ain’t gonna be worth shit at practice tomorrow,” he said to himself as he left the library. Around 4:00 am Danielle heard the sound of a key and lock. She rolled over. Reggie had dressed and was opening the door. She sat up and looked down at a puddle of sperm that formed beneath her cunt on the table. She had lost count of how many times he had cum in her. “Where did you get that key?” she asked. “I had it in my backpack,” Reggie replied with a smile. Danielle hopped off the table and began collecting her clothing dispersed throughout the room. Reggie saw a wet spot rapidly appear in her panties after she put them back on – his jism leaking from her well fucked and now spoiled, pussy. Was she aware that her precious little cunt had been indulged, permanently tainted by Nigger cock? Reggie wondered. She would find out the next time she fucked her husband. He watched Danielle put on her bra, hiding her luscious tits. A few missing buttons on her blouse prevented her from closing it completely and he could still see the shiny silk of her pink bra inflated by her beautiful tits. She found her skirt beneath the table and finished dressing. Danielle silently gathered her things, and the two left the library without speaking. Reggie followed Danielle to her car. “Thanks fo yer help tonight,” Reggie said with a smirk. Danielle didn’t answer as she shut her door. She started her car and drove away. On her way home, Danielle considered reporting her rape to the police. But such an accusation would likely become news that would not only reach her husband, but might jeopardize her tenure with the school. The embarrassing, sordid details of what Reggie made her do would come to light. She didn’t want to think about it. Exhausted, she decided to get some sleep. ******************************************** Reggie kept rubbing his crotch, distracting Danielle from her lecture. It had been two days since he fucked her and he wanted to sink his cock back into her juicy, white pussy again. Danielle tried not to glance at the huge bulge forming in Reggie’s shorts. She had difficulty delivering the lesson she prepared and dismissed class early. Reggie stayed behind after the other students left. Danielle ignored him at first, nervously packing her notes in her briefcase. “I wants ya to tutor me again,” Reggie said. “Don’t talk to me, you pig. Just get away. I’m not tutoring you ever again,” Danielle answered. Reggie pulled his iPhone from his pocket and played back the recording Coach White had edited. “Nooooh, don’t make me cum again,” Danielle heard herself say. “Ah, aaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaah.” Danielle’s mouth hung open as she watched a few seconds of the devastating video, in it her legs wrapped around Reggie’s ass in the throes of passion. “Do ya like da way my Nigger cock feels in ya?” Reggie asked in the video. “Oooh, aaaah, aaaah,” she heard herself respond. Reggie stopped the playback. “Da college has rules abouts faculty having sex with da students, don’t it?” Reggie asked. “I’d hate to see what might happen to yer career if da wrong people see dis.” Danielle put her face down hiding her watery eyes in her hand. “What do you want from me?” she asked. “I tolds ya, I just wants ya to help me study. Go home and put on some sexy clothes. I be at yer crib shortly.” Danielle looked up with an incredulous expression on her face and didn’t know what to say. She was in shock and could not think straight. That video would destroy her marriage and her career. Worse than not receiving tenure, such an allegation would prevent her from ever teaching again. “But I’m married and my husband might come home early,” Danielle answered, hoping her lie about her husband returning might be enough to dissuade Reggie. The haughty, white bitch was still playing the husband card and trying to be hard to get, Reggie thought. “If I gets us a hotel room, I is gonna gets my money’s worth,” Reggie warned. Ya will has to come up with a good story to tells yer husband why ya was gone all night.” After waiting a minute for Danielle’s reply, Reggie continued, “I won’t stay long. What’s yer address?” Practically whispering, Danielle answered, “231 Sycamore Street.” “Ya better hurry home if ya doesn’t wants yer husband to find out about us. I be dare in 15 minutes.” Danielle drove straight home with her mind reeling. When she arrived she remembered Reggie’s instructions and picked out the purple silk thong and bra she had purchased from Victoria’s Secret to wear for her husband. But now she would wear it for her loathsome, black rapist instead. Along with the lingerie, Danielle retrieved a white miniskirt that barely covered her ass and a pink midriff halter top. She only donned these privately for Josh. Danielle felt disgusted, like a cheap slut as she finished showering and began dressing for Reggie. How could this be happening to her? She didn’t have much time to dwell on her situation. The doorbell rang when she finished getting dressed. Nerves caused a dull ache in Danielle’s stomach. She opened the door and the big, black, muscular Reggie entered her house. “Ya look hot,” Reggie said, leering at Danielle like a hungry wolf. She hardly got the door closed before Reggie’s hands were all over her. Danielle squirmed wrapped in Reggie’s arms, his one hand up her skirt trying to finger her pussy, the other beneath her midriff fondling her breast through her silk bra. With her legs tightly closed, both Danielle’s hands clutched Reggie’s wrist and tried pulling his hand out of her miniskirt. “Stop it, Reggie. I don’t want to do this. I love my husband,” Danielle whined. “Do ya think he will believe ya love him if he sees dat video?” Reggie asked. “Now stops fightin and lets me feel yer pussy.” Danielle let go of Reggie’s hand. She hated herself for getting in this predicament. “Open yer legs a little for me, Baby,” Reggie said. Danielle parted her legs slightly, and felt him slide his finger up and down her slit through the narrow fabric of her thong. “Dis ain’t so bad, now is it?” Reggie soothingly asked, inhaling the sweet scent of her recently washed hair and feeling her pussy moisten. “Yes, it is,” Danielle cried. “I’m married and you’re making me do this.” Reggie’s hard, mammoth cock pushed into her back through his gym shorts as he molested her, making Danielle realize that she should have stopped at the pharmacy on her way home to purchase condoms. How could she be so stupid? Perhaps Reggie had some. She would ask if she was unable to avoid intercourse with him. “I promise no one will know if ya cooperate,” Reggie said, noticing her bedroom at the end of the hall and guiding her there. Danielle helplessly watched Reggie remove her miniskirt and midriff, feeling like she was outside her body and this was happening to another person instead of herself. He had her undressed in moments. “We can’t, Reggie. Josh will be home any minute,” Danielle claimed as Reggie pulled off his shirt and gym shorts. Her eyes wandered from his huge pecs, down his rippled abdomen, and fixated on the behemoth cock that had been inside her a few nights ago. “I is not leaving til ya cum for me,” Reggie said maneuvering Danielle into her marital bed and spreading her legs apart. “Can you wear a condom for me?” Danielle asked. “Sorry, Baby, I never use ‘em. Besides, I wants us intimate and all, feelin’ and sharing each other completely,” Reggie replied with a sickening smile while wielding his humongous cock. It looked like a giant, black serpent in his hand as he fed it into her luscious pink entrance. “Oh……………… no,” Danielle groaned from the familiar sensation of Reggie’s unprotected cock slithering deep inside her again. She didn’t want intimacy with this heinous black man, a rapist. But again she was forced to experience every millimeter of his long, thick cock sliding against her wet vaginal walls. His cock and her pussy reciprocated magical sensations reserved for lovers, for husband and wife. Most disturbing of all, it felt better with Reggie than with Josh. “Gonna keep spoilin’ her pussy with my big Nigger meat ‘til she don’t like small honky cocks no more,” Reggie thought. Her body’s involuntary arousal from Reggie’s virile organ travelling in and out of her had caused her present predicament in the first place. Danielle hated him and herself. Reggie sensed Danielle’s seething hatred. “Da sooner ya cums fur me, da sooner I’ll finish,” he said. “It be over quickly if ya relax and let go.” “Will you take your cock out of me before you cum?” Danielle asked in humiliation. “If ya cums fur me first, I will,” Reggie said. “But ya better not try fakin’ it. I can tells when ya is really cumming.” Danielle closed her eyes and tried to forget about her husband, her rape, and Reggie’s unsheathed penis with its heavy testicles sharing its Negro precum with her unprotected pussy. Reggie took turns suckling each of her nipples to erection. “Does dat feels good, Baby?” Reggie asked. “Mmmmmmm,” Danielle responded, arching her back slightly. “Ya has a beautiful pussy and tits,” Reggie said. He wanted to make her tight cunt birth a big, black baby and her tits nurse it. Her hands released the sheets and slid across Reggie’s back. “Ooh, ooh, ooooh,” Danielle began moaning. “Dat’s it girl, keep cumming. Ya needs to cum more and harder than dat fur me,” Reggie encouraged. “Ya better hurry befoe I cum first in ya.” “Ooooh, okay,” Danielle said, locking her legs around Reggie’s ass and fucking him back. “Ooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, yes, I’m cumming for you Reggie,” Danielle said. Her pussy throbbed around Reggie’s cock, but he had no intention of withdrawing like he had promised. He drilled into Danielle more aggressively, receiving perverse satisfaction making a white man’s wife cum. He wished her husband could see her climaxing like this for a Nigger. Perhaps he would put a black baby in Danielle’s belly for the dumb honky, Reggie mused. “Yer pussy feels good, Baby. Do ya like having Nigger cock in it?” Reggie asked. “Aaaaah, aaaaaah, ooooooooh, uh-huh, oooooooh,” Danielle responded. “Tells me ya love having my Nigger cock in yer pussy or I won’t take it out,” Reggie warned. Danielle was cumming. Reggie’s cock felt so good but she didn’t want to say that. The enhanced friction of his superior size produced intense pleasure for Danielle. Their genitals pulled away from each other until only the head of his cock remained inside her, and then returned to each other with perfect synchronization. Danielle mustered enough willpower to say it. She started, “Ooooooh, oooooooh, I… love having… oooh, your… Nigger cock………” But before Danielle could finish the required sentence for Reggie to withdraw, Reggie filled her mouth with his tongue. “mmmm, mmmm, mmm-mmm,” Danielle unsuccessfully attempted to complete her statement. Danielle’s orgasm subsided and she tried avoiding his seed. Her legs released Reggie and this time when their organs moved away from each other and only the head of his cock remained in her, she arched her back and attempted to dismount him. But Danielle underestimated Reggie’s length and before completely decoupling from him, he recognized her intentions and returned his cock to securer depths. Danielle’s little ploy reminded Reggie to pay closer attention to her body language and adjust the length of his strokes accordingly. He waited for signs from Danielle: her legs fastening to him, her pussy resuming strong, coital motions, her arms tightening their embrace around him, a higher pitch and faster tempo in her moans. These signaled to Reggie waves of powerful orgasms in Danielle when she postponed efforts to break their union and longer strokes that treated her to lengthier exits and entrances and felt more erotic became safer. He easily interpreted when her climaxes began and ended, making sure to remain deeper inside her when they subsided. Her nipples turned hard like pebbles against Reggie’s chest. “Oooh, I love your… ooooh, Nigger cock… in my pussy,” Danielle said in defeat. “Too late,” Reggie said. With Reggie’s complete victory, the terms of Danielle’s surrender became unconditional. “Oooh, ooooh, I love… your Nigger cock in, ooooooh, my pussy,” Danielle repeated like a person repeatedly trying to open a lock with the wrong key. “Please, I love, ooooh, your cock,” Danielle whimpered. Her female instincts told her he would orgasm soon. But she was cumming too and the only thing that mattered was her pussy. She felt Reggie’s already gigantic cock become larger and a warm, soothing flood of his cum flow into her. “Oh, you’re cumming in me again,” she said without relinquishing her hold on him. Her own intense orgasm caused powerful vaginal contractions she could not control; her pussy autonomously encouraged Reggie’s cock to give it every drop of its potent Nigger jism, which it provided in over abundance. Reggie slid his tongue into Danielle’s mouth and French kissed her as their motions into each other slowed. He pulled his beefy cock out of Danielle and rubbed her clit with it to keep her aroused longer. Like other women, she became putty when sexually excited and Reggie liked keeping white bitches docile as long as possible. Danielle laid beneath Reggie biting her fist with her eyes closed and her legs spread wide. He watched her toned abdominal muscles contract, her belly button dance, her hips squirm, her labia and clitoris remain engorged from the stimulation. Some of his precious baby making sperm trickled from her cunt, formed a spot on the sheet, and saturated into the mattress. Danielle didn’t grasp the psychology behind Reggie’s unprotected sex with her. Besides wanting to knock her up with a black baby, each torrent of his cum in her pussy inoculated her slightly more toward accepting him. Nothing was more intimate. Repeated forced intimacy made women complacent. “Okay, Reggie,” Danielle said, beginning to regain composure. “You remember how I taught you to give head?” Reggie asked. He had said he wouldn’t stay long, Danielle thought. She nodded her head. Reggie laid back. Lying across his hard stomach Danielle began sucking his cock. “That’s a good girl. Clean all the cum off it,” he said. Danielle remembered how he got hard again the last time she performed oral sex on Reggie and then he fucked her all night. She didn’t want that to happen this time also. But what could she do? His cock started to get larger. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm,” Danielle moaned with her lips stretched around the head of Reggie’s cock, one hand pumping his shaft – her petite fingers barely fitting around its girth – while her other gently rolled his big, heavy balls. “Get on top and put my cock in yer pussy,” Reggie said. “Let me finish you this way,” Danielle replied. “You’ve got to leave soon; Josh will be home.” She put his cock back in her mouth and resumed sucking. Reggie pulled her by the hair. His black cock flopped from her mouth. “Owe, stop it,” Danielle complained. He led her by the hair to a straddling position on him and then mercifully let go. “Don’t makes me repeat myself. Now put it in ya,” Reggie growled. “You said you would leave before Josh came home,” Danielle whined, holding his massive phallus in her hands and lifting herself up to mount his monument of masculinity. “Oh,” she exclaimed slowly lowering herself on it. “Don’t worry. I be gone befoe he gets home,” Reggie said. He pulled Danielle into his chest, grabbed her muscular buttocks and spread open her ass cheeks. “Move yer cunt,” he said guiding her motion with his hands on her ass. Awkwardly at first, Danielle gradually developed a rhythm gliding her pussy up and down Reggie’s slick shaft with perfect cadence like a well lubricated machine. “Oooooh, oooooooh, aaah,” Danielle cooed. “Dat’s it, Baby, like dat,” Reggie said and then kissed her. He looked over at her dresser and saw a picture of her husband in his military uniform. On the wall hung a Catholic crucifix hinting abortion would be unlikely if Reggie made her pregnant. Danielle woke up the next day in Reggie’s arms. Even though he promised to make his visit a short one, he spent the night fucking her. Danielle underestimated Reggie’s insatiable appetite for fine, white pussy and mistakenly believed he would lose interest in her after he got what he wanted. But when he came over the next night, and then the night after that, Danielle decided to buy condoms for him to use with her. “Can you wear this for me?” Danielle asked handing Reggie a rubber when they prepared to have sex. Reggie responded, “I tolds ya befoe I NEVER use dose things. Ya needs to get used to me in ya bareback, because dat’s the way it’s gonna be and ye’re gonna learn to like it. Ye’re gonna feels me and I is gonna feesl ya, not some damn piece of rubber,” He then plunged his cock into her wet slit. Initially, Danielle experienced great anxiety and resisted having sex – especially without barrier protection. But after a couple of weeks, frequent, unprotected intercourse with Reggie soon made it familiar. She grew accustomed to feeling Reggie and receiving his cum in her pussy and her unease and opposition diminished to complacency. Danielle became Reggie’s personal fuck doll and remained ignorant to the integral part she played in keeping him at the college another season. As his fuck doll, Reggie went through Danielle’s wardrobe and discarded most of her old lingerie. He insisted that she wear thongs and sexy clothing for him. Previously, she had only worn such items privately for her husband. Thongs and miniskirts made her feel exposed, embarrassed, and slutty. Uncomfortable and out of character at first, gradually Danielle inured to the new wardrobe Reggie forced her to wear when with him. Two months passed when Josh called with news he would be home for a week of leave in a few days. Ecstatic, her husband’s return meant finally a break from Reggie. “Josh will be home on leave, so you better not try coming over,” Danielle told Reggie with delight after class. “What ya mean he’s coming home on leave?” Reggie irately asked. “That’s right, he’s coming home. So you’re done spending the night. I suggest you find someone else to put your pecker in.” Danielle gathered her lessons and left Reggie to smolder. Later after football practice Coach White verified Danielle’s claim. “Yea, that’s what I heard too,” Coach White told the athlete. “Damn! Ya said he’d be in Afghanistan for at least 11 months and I could keep tapping her ass. What da hell did I sign up for another year at dis shitty school foe?” Reggie gripped. “There ain’t no cute white pussy to bang here.” Coach White raised his open hand in an apologetic gesture and said, “Don’t get all bent out shape. He’s only home for a week according to Dr. Jackson. She’s taking vacation to be with him. A week isn’t long and then you can go right back fucking her every night again, stud. We still got that video, right?” Reggie nodded. She ain’t gonna risk having that go public and losing everything. Just be patient and wait till her honky husband leaves.” “Wow, you look great,” Josh said as his eyes drank in Danielle’s beauty in lingerie Reggie had made her purchase. Josh made love to his wife ignorant that a far more endowed black man had been regularly force-feeding her pussy king-sized chocolate cock. Danielle’s cunt had acquired a taste for it that she could not rid herself of. Like a child with sweets losing appetite for healthier food, her pussy had grown spoiled and no longer responded to Josh’s smaller penis. “Oh, you’re making me cum. I love you, Josh,” she said. But Danielle thought of Reggie and faked her orgasms for Josh, while left with an unfulfilled primitive craving she didn’t understand. Orgasms were never a big deal to her before. Why did she ache to have them now? Penis size was never an issue either. Why did she long to be completely filled? Allowing Reggie to fuck her like a rabbit had greater consequences than just the guilt. She loved Josh but he was not satisfying her sexually anymore. Danille wanted to cry to Josh, beg his forgiveness, implore him to stay and prevent Reggie from taking her further away from him. But how could she tell Josh that while he fought to defend his country, another man – a black man – with a penis far surpassing his in size, occupied her in bed? She stayed positive, even though the guilt of what she did weighted heavily on her conscience. “I wish you could stay longer,” Danielle said to Josh while in his arms the night before he left. “Me too, darling; it’s looking more likely that they will extend my tour though,” he replied. Danielle did not want Josh to go. With him home, for the first time in two months, it had been longer than three days since she had been coerced into having sex with Reggie. The week went by far too fast. Fortunately Josh didn’t leave until after her fertile period began. Absence had made Reggie’s cock grow harder. He abstained for the entire week – the longest he had gone without sex since puberty – waiting for the day when Josh left his wife vulnerable again. His balls ached for relief. Reggie planned to fuck the shit out of Danielle. She was his white bitch and that honky husband of hers had been dicking her instead. Danielle returned to the school from her vacation. After dismissal, Reggie waited until the other students filtered from the room. “I is coming over tonight,” he said to her. “My husband is still home,” Danielle replied. “I is coming anyway. Ya better be there and dressed nice and sexy or dat video is gettin’ posted on YouTube.” Reggie arrived at her house that evening. “No Reggie, I can’t. You might get me pregnant,” Danielle said as he forced her to participate in heavy petting. She had sex with Josh when she thought she became fertile. However, this was still within her window of getting pregnant. Sitting on the living room sofa, she squirmed in Reggie’s lap. “No I won’t, Baby. Let me play with dat pussy some.” “Stop it,” Danielle complained as Reggie pulled the narrow material of her thong to the side and stroked her engorged clit with his thumb. “Ya is all wet, Baby. Ya knows ya wants it,” Reggie said. Extra wet and slippery due to ovulating, Danielle’s libido also increased as conditions inside her womb became more hospitable. “Please, Reggie, not tonight. I can’t. I don’t want to risk it.” “Shush, I isn’t gonna do nothing,” Reggie said. “I is just gonna plays with it a little while.” His thumb expertly pushed the side of Danielle’s clitoral shaft, retracting its hood. He delicately stroked her exposed glans. She was particularly susceptible to this. “Oh, Reggie, what are you doing?” Danielle exclaimed, her head falling back on his shoulder. His hand reached up under her miniskirt to the waistband of the skimpy, purple undergarment and pulled it down her legs past her knees. His other hand reached under her midriff t-shirt, unfastened her bra, then slithered to her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Reggie nudged Danielle’s legs open with her thong held tautly around her ankles and resumed masturbating her. “Now don’t dat feel good?” he asked condescendingly. It felt too good. “Stop it, Reggie.” He opened her miniskirt. Reggie had trained her well. Danielle verbally protested but did little physically to stop him other than wiggle in his lap. She felt his monster cock grow larger each time she moved. “I can’t...” “Relax, Baby. I isn’t gonna do nothing,” Reggie answered while masturbating her more. Danielle closed her eyes. Her head fell back, her mouth hung open, “Ah, ah, aah, aaaah,” she moaned between pants. “Dat’s better. Is ya gonna cum for me like a good girl now?” She hated him manipulating her body like this for his pleasure, inducing her involuntary sexual reactions and then erroneously inferring her willing participation in her own defilement. Danielle wished for some way to end her relationship with Reggie, but he held that incriminating video over her and instead their physical intimacy escalated. “Ah… I’ll be good. Ahhh, aaaah… I’ll be good, I’ll be good,” Danielle murmured. She tried squirming off his lap, but he held tightly across her chest. Danielle looked pensive. Her nipples puckered and felt like they lapidified and her wet pussy convulsed. “Ye’re being very good now. It ain’t so bad cumming for me is it? Ye’re beautiful when ya cum,” Reggie patronizingly said. “Oh, oooh, oooooh.” Reggie lifted her off his lap briefly to slide off his shorts. Before Danielle knew what was happening, she was back in his lap with his cock against her pussy, but not inside it yet. “Please, Reggie. You said you were not going to make me have sex with you.” “I’ll take it right out,” Reggie said, flopping his penis against her clit. Danielle wanted to close her legs and get away. But she had learned not to physically resist him. “Can you use a condom just this time?” Danielle entreated. “Ya knows my rule about rubbers,” Reggie said lifting her legs back towards her chest. He put himself in her. The lubricated walls of Danielle’s pussy clasped his cock as it parted them on its way further inside her. “Nooh, don’t Reggie.” Her pussy felt extra slick. This would be their best fuck yet. He resumed fondling her clit. “Oh, yea, girl – you feelin’ it good, ain’t ya?” Reggie said. “Bet dat pussy of yer’s missed gettin’ this Nigger cock in it.” “Please, I don’t want a black baby,” Danielle beseeched. “I’ll takes it out before I cum. But I is gonna stay in ya a little while first. I been wanting yer pussy all week.” Reggie’s thrusts started. The addictive fullness she missed with Josh returned. “Take it out.” “In a little while, baby.” “Oh, don’t… no.” Reggie pulled her back against his chest while slowly sawing his cock in and out of Danielle. “My big, Nigger cock feels good in ya, don’t it?” “I don’t want it.” “Ya may say ‘no’, but yer pussy says yes. I is listen’ to yer wet pussy, girl.” “Please, don’t cum in me this time, Reggie.” “I’ll take it out after ya has a big orgasm fur me.” Reggie liked humiliating Danielle by making her cum. Sometimes he kept his word and pulled out before ejaculating, for her to swallow his semen instead. Usually, however, his promises proved empty and he came in her pussy anyway. “Promise you’ll take it out of me this time,” Danielle said. “I promise.” Body and mind conflicted with each other. Consciously, Danielle hated cumming for Reggie, yet it became more difficult to avoid as she grew more comfortable being his partner physically. Reggie had fucked her almost daily and often multiple times, so the idea of sleeping with a Nigger from the hood no longer seemed alien to Danielle. Subconsciously, she had accepted him as her mate. She began fucking him back. “Oh, yea, move dat pussy. Ya feels so tight, girl,” Reggie said. Danielle closed her eyes and allowed her pelvis to move the way it instinctively wanted – up and down while gyrating. “Dat’s it girl, fuck dat big Nigger cock,” Reggie said. Not long ago, such an act repulsed Danielle, but now fucking a big Nigger cock had become a habit for her. “Oh, I’m going to cum for you, Reggie.” Danielle’s pussy started clenching Reggie’s cock. Her pussy grew fond of Nigger cock just like all white girls did once they got enough taste of it, Reggie thought. It was time to release his load in her. “I is gonna cum, baby,” Reggie announced. Danielle attempted to dismount, but Reggie’s cock was deep and his hands prevented her from rising to get it out. “Let me get off,” Danielle murmured. His hands held firmly to her chest and mons. “Don’t cum in me.” But with a mind of its own her pussy sank further on him again and in frustration, Danielle continued her coital movements. His cock released a flood of Nigger jism in her pussy. But Reggie wasn’t finished. It had been an entire week away from Danielle, and he had a lot of catching up to do that evening. It was the worst possible time for Danielle to have unprotected sex. Inside her Reggie’s vigorous sperm outnumbered and out swam Josh’s, in a contest to fertilize her precious egg and determine the race of her baby. ***************************************************** Reggie awoke one morning hearing heaves in the bathroom. Two weeks passed since Josh returned to Afghanistan and Reggie had practically moved in with Danielle spending almost every night fucking her. “What da matter. Doesn’t ya feel good?” Reggie asked Danielle with a smile as she came back into bed. “I felt a little nauseous.” Danielle’s period had not arrived yet. “I has something that will makes ya feel better,” Reggie said pulling down the sheet and revealing his morning erection for Danielle to service. Without hesitation, Danielle straddled the athlete and guided his hefty, black phallus into her wet cunt. “Ya like riding dat Nigger cock, doesn’t you girl?” “Uh-huh, uh-huh, oooh, yes, Reggie. I love your big black cock in my pussy,” Danielle replied, hugging the burly athlete as her pussy glided up and down his slick shaft. Sometime after Josh left and frequent extorted intercourse with Reggie resumed, her libido adapted to her hypersexual partner’s demands and her remaining reluctance to have sex with Reggie vanished. The constant physical intimacy gradually transformed into an emotional connection. Despite her best intentions initially, Danielle began bonding with her former rapist and to a degree, looked forward to their encounters. The evolution of Danielle’s attachment to Reggie coincided with the development of an embryo inside her. Danielle didn’t realize it yet, but she was pregnant. She didn’t have her period for over a month. Every morning she woke up nauseous and threw up. A home pregnancy test confirmed what she suspected and Danielle went to the doctor. “Congratulations, you’re having a baby,” Doctor Schwartz said. Danielle didn’t know what to do. She did not want a black baby. But she did not know if it was Josh’s or Reggie’s. She could not take the risk of getting an abortion and murdering the baby she and Josh had been trying to make together. Danielle apprehensively watched her tight, slim figure transform a little more each day. Her innie belly-button popped out and it looked like she had a basketball in her stomach. Her pink areolas darkened and her firm tits grew heavier. “It’s a boy,” the doctor announced in the delivery room after her final push. Danielle was surprised. The sonogram technician had told her she was having a girl several weeks earlier. “I’ve never seen one so big on a baby before,” Danielle overheard one of the nurses giggling to the other as they cleaned off her newborn. “The sonogram technician must have thought it was the umbilical cord,” the other nurse replied. Reggie insisted on accompanying Danielle for her delivery and watched the entire birthing, but now fixated on the cute, white, female nurse. Danielle’s heart sank. She noticed black, kinky hair on its head as the nurse brought her 12 pound, six ounce baby boy to her. She would put it up for adoption before Josh came back from deployment and found out, Danielle thought. But the baby immediately attached to her breast, voraciously fed, and bonding between mother and child began. She moved the sheet swaddling her black infant and observed the largest penis she had ever seen on a baby. Reggie also proudly witnessed his son’s huge genitals as the black baby rightly nursed on its white mother’s tit. Not only would the baby’s large, black penis remind Danielle where her baby came from, it would also give her husband an indication of what had been in his wife’s precious cunt. Four years later, Danielle walked down the sidewalk to the campus daycare center. Then it would be off to work in the student cafeteria. Four-year-old Rufus, Reggie’s child, held her hand. Two-year-old Elroy sat in the stroller she pushed. Danielle carried one-year-old DeShawn. The coat she wore failed to conceal her hugely pregnant belly with a fourth child, also black. Each of her children had a different father, none of whom contributed child support. Danielle’s academic career and middle class life became the distant past, hardly remembered now. She looked tired, resigned, and heavier. Her breasts permanently enlarged due to four years continuously breastfeeding very demanding black babies. She lived in a dilapidated, ghetto apartment, wore her hair in cornrows, and identified almost completely with the black race. Chapter 2 Like Father, Like Son Danielle allowed Reggie to visit young Rufus. When the boy turned 11, he started spending every other weekend with Reggie. During their time together, Reggie showed Rufus interracial rape videos and pictures – many of which Reggie made himself over the years – and discussed preying on naďve white girls. “Ya has to take advantage of opportunities when ya gets ‘em. Get dat white bitch in a compromising position. Then fuck her real good. Make her cum fur ya even though she don’t want to. She’ll scream and cry fur ya to stop. But white girls quickly gets addicted to big, black cock. Once dat white pussy tastes Nigger cock a few times, they wants more of it. They can’t help it. Dat’s how I got yer mamma and put you in her,” Reggie said. “You mean mom and you?” “Dat’s right. Ya mamma used to be married to a white guy named Josh ‘til I spoiled her pusy and knocked her up. She didn’t want black cock at first either. She kept beggin’ me to stop. But I got her in a compromising position and kept fucking her. “You mean she didn’t want to get pregnant?” Rufus asked. “Not by no Nigger. She wanted a white baby with her honky husband. She wasn’t on birth control and kept pleasing me to wear rubbers. But ya can’t give in to ‘em. Make ‘em feel yer cock in their pussy. Get ‘em used to having dat Nigger cock in ‘em bareback. It feels a lot better to ‘em even though they doesn’t want it to.” “But they might get pregnant,” Rufus replied. “Dat’s a good thing if they do. Ya wants white bitches to make black babies. Back in the days of slavery, white men fucked our women and got ‘em pregnant so they had more slaves. Now it’s payback. We fuck da white bitch and da white man pays for da black baby we put in her.” Reggie snickered, patting his boy on the back. “Ya has at least sixty half brothers and sisters I’ve put in different white bitches over da years.” Reggie added. Reggie continued the lesson, “At first ya mamma hated da way I made her cum. She felt she was too good for Niggers. But I made sure she came alot anyways. She got used to big, black cock, and then she got hooked on it. Now she only fucks black guys and she has six black kids from different daddies ‘cause I ruined her pussy.” After Rufus’ 18th birthday, Reggie decided to take his son’s indoctrination to the next level and help him find an additional outlet for the hyperactive sex drive he inherited. The boy already experienced consensual sex banging black whores in the hood. Now he needed something a little more exciting. “I wants ya to pick not only the purtiest white girl at yer school,” Reggie instructed, “but also one dat’s smart and proper: a nice white girl dat comes from good family and upbringing. Tell her ya is organizing a study group and meeting here.” Rufus followed his father’s instructions. Cheryl Taylor was an 18-year old cheerleader and straight “A” student with blond hair and eyes as blue as the heavens. Her boyfriend, Chad, was away on vacation with his family. The two discussed marriage, but agreed to finish college first. She had been elected class president in her junior year and was popular in school, acquiring a reputation for being one of the “good” students among her classmates and teachers. Her narrow figure acquired perfect curves after puberty – a cute, round ass, slim waist, and perky breasts – an ideal young lady. Cheryl didn’t really know Rufus Johnson well. He sat in the back of her history class and never said much. The study group Rufus casually mentioned might help her learn the material. Chad was away and she had nothing better to do that afternoon. “Who else is coming?” Cheryl asked. “I’m asking Lisa Jones, Dave Smith, and Clara Rogers.” Rufus deceitfully named the white students Cheryl didn’t hang out with to make her feel comfortable and allay her suspicions while limiting the probability of her confirming it with them. “There’ll be snacks and refreshments for us.” “I guess I can use the extra studying,” Cheryl answered. The script he rehearsed with his father worked like a charm on the unwitting Cheryl. “Here’s how to get to my place,” Rufus said, handing her a paper with a map on it. We’re meeting right after school today.” Cheryl took the paper and watched Rufus go to Lisa Jones. “Cheryl said she likes your purse and wants to know if it’s a real Louis Vuitton,” Rufus said to Lisa. From across the room Cheryl saw Rufus say something to Lisa who looked at Cheryl, smiled and nodded her head affirmatively. Cheryl misinterpreted Lisa’s gesture as an indication that she would be attending the study group as well. She waved back to Lisa and went to her last class of the day. After school Cheryl followed Rufus’ map. The weather had turned gloomy and she considered cancelling the engagement. Unfamiliar with this part of town, when she arrived at the address Rufus had given her, she decided not to participate in the study group. “Here’s yer opportunity, son,” Reggie said to Rufus as the two black men saw Cheryl pull up from the window of their apartment. “Get out there befoe she changes her mind. Tell her everyone else is here already.” Cheryl received bad vibes. Black men who should have been working somewhere instead idly stood around eyeballing her. Without getting out of her car she decided to leave and started her Honda Civic when Rufus tapped on her window. “I thought I had the wrong address and was getting ready to leave,” Cheryl said. Now that she saw where Rufus lived, she wished she had kept driving. “Everyone else is inside eating snacks. We’re just waiting for you,” Rufus said. She couldn’t back out now. Cheryl felt compelled to go in with him for a little while at least before thinking of some excuse to leave early. Rufus escorted Cheryl to his father’s apartment. Cheryl didn’t notice Rufus dead bolt the door behind her and put the key in his pocket when she entered. She expected to recognize a few of her classmates. Instead there was only a big, muscular, black man who appeared to be an older version of Rufus. “This is my father,” Rufus said. “Very nice to meet you, Mr. Johnson,” Cheryl said. The two black men towered over Cheryl’s 115 pound petite frame. Rufus’ father hungrily stared at Cheryl, making her very uncomfortable. Her eyes nervously darted around the room searching for a familiar white face from class, but the apartment looked empty. She turned to Rufus, “I thought you said everyone was here already.” “We is,” Reggie snarled, grabbing hold of Cheryl’s arms. “We is gonna study your young, white pussy today.” Cheryl dropped her books and jostled with Reggie. But outweighing her by over 100 pounds, the 6’ 3” body builder easily maneuvered her to the sofa. “Get your hands off me!” Cheryl shouted. “Ya gonna do what I told ya or what?” Reggie yelled at Rufus. Rufus delivered a solid blow into Cheryl’s gut. Cheryl turned red and gasped for air. “Good job. Now gets over there.” Rufus sat in the sofa and Reggie delivered Cheryl into his lap. “Hold her arms back good and tight for me. We has to work fast,” Reggie said as he pulled off Cheryl’s sneakers, unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down her legs. Her mind barely registered what Reggie was doing as she struggled to catch her breath. “Gets her shirt off befoe she starts resisting again,” Reggie said. Rufus swiftly jerked Cheryl’s t-shirt over her head, partially tearing it in the process. Her white silk bikini briefs matched her bra. The fabric contained a pattern of little read hearts. Reggie appreciated the irony of their motif since Cheryl was about to get lots of loving without them on. His hands grabbed their waistband and swiftly removed the soft, thin fabric. Cheryl finally caught enough of her breath to protest, “No, stop it.” “Ya got us a fine filly to break in,” Reggie said admiring Cheryl’s tight, young skin and flat stomach. “Get her bra off,” Reggie said as he grabbed Cheryl’s arms and pulled her forward for Rufus to unclasp it. “No!” Cheryl protested. Reggie returned Cheryl to Rufus’ arms, her bra still loosely covering her tits. Cheryl attempted to kick Reggie in the balls, but missed her target. “We gots us a little fighter,” Reggie said after jumping back far enough and barely missing a painful impact. “You better let me go right now or you’re both going to jail,” Cheryl spat out at her assailants. “I’ll show ya how to take da fight right out of these white bitches,” Reggie said. He reached up under Cheryl’s bra, pinched her nipples and twisted. “Ooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeee,” Cheryl howled. “Open yer legs nice and wide fer me,” Reggie ordered. Cheryl obeyed. “Now yer gonna keep dem spread for me and ya ain’t gonna fight us no more. Ya understand?” “Yes, please, you’re hurting me,” Cheryl cried. “Okay, but ya resist again and I’ll twist these off,” Reggie warned, letting go of Cheryl’s sensitive nipples. He went between her open legs and pushed them even further apart. “Please, don’t,” Cheryl sobbed. “Look at how nicely shaved and trimmed she keeps her pussy,” Reggie said. A thin, neatly manicured landing strip of short, golden brown pubic hair rose above her vagina. Reggie stretched open Cheryl’s labia with his thumbs. Rufus watched his father reveal Cheryl’s pink, private place. “Ya can see how dry she is right now,” Reggie said. “Now watch.” “Oh God, stop it!” Cheryl wailed as Reggie put his mouth on her clitoris and sucked while intermittently running his tongue over it. “Please, don’t let him do this to me,” Cheryl pleaded to Rufus. Rufus remembered what his father said about forcing white girls to cum. He ignored Cheryl and held her tightly. He wanted to see her orgasm and become like his mother – a white slut for Nigger cock. “Why are you doing this to me?” Cheryl wept as she looked down in disgust at Reggie’s head between her legs. She felt herself getting moist. Reggie tasted sweet secretions from Cheryl’s young pussy as it began responding. “Now looks at her pussy,” Reggie said raising his head from her sex but still holding her vaginal lips apart. Her clit looked larger and her pink folds glistened. “Ya see how her clit got bigger and her pussy is all wet now?” Reggie asked. “Yea,” Rufus answered with his eyes wide taking in Cheryl’s open, pink vagina. “That mean she likin’ it,” Reggie said. “No I don’t like it!” Cheryl yelled. “You’re disgusting pigs. Let me go.” Reggie and Rufus ignored Cheryl and continued their conversation as if she was livestock instead of human. “Now let’s see how she respond to dis,” Reggie said. Cheryl watched him stick his index finger in her wet vagina while his thumb massaged her clitoris. She squirmed in Rufus’ lap. She was too young and naive to realize Reggie’s finger zeroing in on her G-spot. “Oh, what are you doing? Stop it… noooooooooooooooooh!” Cheryl complained. “Ya gots to take yer time with ‘em and find out what dey like,” Reggie said. Not familiar with Ebonics, Cheryl comprehended only a fraction of what Reggie and Rufus said. Their ghetto dialects were difficult to understand. But how could he possibly think she liked anything they were doing to her? “No, oh, oooh, please,” Cheryl moaned. But Cheryl’s pussy grew more receptive. “Look how wet she be gettin. See her pussy change?” Reggie said. Rufus watched his father swirl Cheryl’s now engorged, sopping clit beneath his thumb. The lips of her cunt appeared fuller and a darker shade of pink. “Please … stop, no, oooooh,” Cheryl sniveled in staccato. “I’ll stop when ya cums for us,” Reggie replied. Cheryl lost her virginity to her boyfriend less than a year ago and her limited sexual encounters did not include experiencing orgasm yet. She wasn’t even certain what Reggie was talking about. Reggie masturbated Cheryl until she became preoccupied with her pussy and stopped struggling with Rufus. “Oooh, oooooh, oooooooh, noooh, why?” Cheryl asked, her pleas sounding less distressed and slightly melodic, hinting of arousal. “I think most of da fight is out of her,” Reggie said. “Let go of her arms and suck her titties. Her pussy be responding nicely.” Cheryl looked up at Rufus with a dreamy stare as he laid her back on the couch. “What are you doing to her?” Rufus asked as he watched Cheryl’s petite hands reach down, wrap around Reggie’s wrist, and feebly attempt pulling him out of her. “I stuck my finger all da way inside her pussy and ran it against her upper wall till I found an area rougher than da rest. Dat’s her G-spot. Now I just be rubbing it along with her clitty. Ya sees how it be gettin to her?” Rufus scrutinized Cheryl as his father masturbated her more. She appeared increasingly absorbed with the sensations his father was causing in her. The vague look in her eyes suggested she was no longer self-conscious of him examining her naked body or seeing her private pink folds held open by Reggie. Rufus took off the bra barely resting on Cheryl’s young breasts. She had smooth, light skin, beautiful tits with light pink areolas and a cute little belly button. “When we gonna fuck her?” Rufus asked. Cheryl recognized ‘that’ word and panicked trying to sit up, “No, please, don’t do that to me.” “Shush. Don’t worry. We isn’t gonna fuck ya if ya cums for us,” Reggie reassured Cheryl while rubbing faster to keep her docile. He winked at Rufus. Rufus took hold of her elbow and guided her to lie down again. “Oh,” she replied. The increased stimulation from Reggie gradually returned her to sexual musings. “Ya gotta be patient,” Reggie whispered to Rufus. She ain’t ready yet. Remember what I tolds ya about making ‘em cum fur ya?” Rufus nodded. “Now get sucking on her titties. I wants to see her cum soon.” Rufus took turns suckling each of Cheryl’s nipples and gently rolling them between his fingers. He noticed her breathing increase and her moans rise in pitch. “Ah, aaah, aaah, aaaah, pleeease, naaah, uuuuh, oooh!” Rufus had watched his father’s rape videos, but actually participating in one with a stuck up white girl he knew from school surpassed watching it on screen. Cheryl had been too busy getting “A”s on her work, going out with her lame, white, boyfriend, and socializing with her snobby white friends to give him the time of day before. “Look at her pussy move,” Reggie whispered to Rufus. Rufus peered between Cheryl’s legs at her secret pink opening now completely exposed for him and undulating in response to Reggie’s fingers. “Aaaaah, aaaaaah, nooooh, pleaaaasssssse, ooooooh stooooooooop,” Cheryl mewled. “Dat’s reflex. Her pussy wants to be fucked even though her brain doesn’t. She can’t help it,” Reggie quietly explained. “She gonna cum soon, ain’t ya, sweety?” Reggie spoke up to Cheryl. Too engrossed by the sensations between her legs, Cheryl failed to respond. “Put ya cock in her mouth,” Reggie suggested to Rufus. Rufus removed his t-shirt and then his nylon gym shorts setting his huge black phallus free. Reggie had not seen his boy’s pecker since before puberty and proudly noted Rufus’ penis size exceeded his own. Once the boy learned how to use it properly, he would pleasure many white girls to ruin with a cock that size. Cheryl briefly noted Rufus’ muscular chest and stomach before her eye’s landed on his gigantic, charcoal cock. She never imagined a penis so tremendous. “No,” she said turning her face away from Rufus’ grotesque organ. Rufus grabbed Cheryl by the chin and turned her face toward his cock again. She played with her boyfriend’s much smaller penis occasionally, but Cheryl never looked at a man’s erection this closely before. Rufus’ penis disgusted her. It was big, ugly, and black with numerous veins bulging beneath the skin of its shaft, its head a different shade of brown. Clear precum oozed from the slit in its tip “Open up, sweety, or he’s gonna stick it in yer pussy,” Reggie warned. Rufus squeezed her cheeks. She parted her lips and Rufus inserted the head of his cock in her mouth. “Suck it,” Rufus instructed. Cheryl had only made love to her boyfriend a few times and had never performed oral sex before. “Owe,” Rufus barked. He slapped Cheryl’s face firmly but not excessively hard. “Watch your fucking teeth bitch or I’ll knock them out for you.” He grabbed Cheryl’s hair and brought her mouth back on the head of his cock. Cheryl cautiously resumed sucking, her tiny mouth barely opening wide enough. “That’s better,” Rufus said watching her throat swallowing his precum. “Keep sucking.” He steered her hand to pump his shaft. His cock didn’t belong in her mouth and she could not prevent her tongue from repeatedly wandering over its smooth head and receiving precum. Cheryl expected the taste from Rufus to be unpleasant, but instead she found it increasingly tolerable as she became more accustomed to its flavor. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Cheryl moaned. Rufus and Reggie watched her hips rise and her abdominal muscles contract as the tension in her loins built. “Dat’s it, girl, cum for us,” Reggie said. “Is she cuming?” Rufus asked. “She be gettin’ close,” Reggie answered. “Da trick is to make her cum multiple times. When we gets her good and complacent, yer gonna practice on her and learn how to do dis.” Rufus wondered how his father learned so much about seducing white women. He was eager to acquire Reggie’s skill and continue in his footsteps. Reggie removed his finger from Cheryl’s G-spot; her body accustomed to the stimulus missed the pleasant sensations. An unusual pressure at her entrance replaced them. She could not look down to see what caused the change with Rufus’ prick in her mouth. Reggie slowly pushed his cock into Cheryl’s tight cunt. Her labia provided initial resistance, then reluctantly accepted and engulfed his bulbous head. Cheryl felt her labia give way. She wanted to stop Reggie. With Rufus’ cock in her mouth and his hands on her breasts, with Reggie securely between her legs, she was unable to do more than moan, “Mmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmmppppppph!” Reggie’s thrusts commenced and his cock slid deeper. The couple of times she made love with her boyfriend, he used condoms. Reggie’s cock, besides being tremendously larger, had a completely different sensation. Cheryl suddenly concluded the evil black man’s penis was inside her without barrier protection. The enhanced feeling of a bare cock against the walls of her pussy for the first time only fueled Cheryl’s worry. “I’m going to cum,” Rufus announced. He held her head in place by the hair and a growing pool of jism collected in Cheryl’s mouth. She wanted to spit it out. “Don’t let her spit it out. Make her swallow it,” Reggie responded. “It’s part of gettin’ in deir minds and making ‘em accept ya.” Rufus didn’t fully understand but followed his father’s instructions. “Swallow,” he sternly ordered holding Cheryl’s head in place. Cheryl gave in and drank the rich cream. More of the stuff kept coming from Rufus’ cock and she forced herself to gulp it down several times. Rufus final pulled his cock from her mouth, and coated her lips with a shiny film of his sperm. Cheryl’s hands reached down and pushed against Reggie’s stomach as he thrust deeper. “Please, no, take it out,” she entreated, the flavor of Rufus’ cum she had just swallowed lingering in her mouth. But already securely inside Cheryl, Reggie’s long, thick cock seized more female territory from her with each stroke, and at 42 years of age, he wasn’t about to finish anytime soon. “Take it out? we is just gettin’ started,” Reggie gleefully answered. “I ain’t takin’ it out to ya really cums big for us,” he added, then abruptly shoved his remaining six inches into her. Cheryl winced as her pussy snugly accepted his additional offering. Her inexperienced vagina gradually inured to having Reggie’s enormous, black penis fully inside it and Cheryl’s discomfort faded. Her hands exerted less force against his muscular stomach as her attempts at thwarting his repeated entries into her diminished. Cheryl’s small hands ceased pushing and now lightly touched Reggie’s lower abdomen. Direct contact with his cock grew increasingly pleasurable to her. As Cheryl became more receptive to Reggie inside her, he unexpectedly withdrew. She stared at his long, hard, ugly cock freshly pulled from her pussy glistening wet and pointing out from his groin, similar to Rufus’. Cheryl never imagined a penis could be so large yet still fit in a woman. Like Rufus’ penis, numerous veins bulged beneath the smooth, dark skin of its shaft as well, while a hefty scrotum dangled beneath containing testicles the size of walnuts laden with sperm. Reggie’s hands grabbed hold of Cheryl’s hips, raised her up, and brought her bottom to the sofa’s armrest. Her legs awkwardly hung off the edge for a moment before Cheryl meekly allowed Reggie to spread them open and stand between them. Cheryl looked over her flat stomach up at her elevated pelvis. It happened so quickly. “No, don’t,” she pleaded watching the evil black man sink his ugly cock back into her young pussy. He placed his hand on her mons. Rufus then leaned over her chest blocking her view and resumed fondling her nipples. Cheryl’s eyes met Rufus’ and she begged, “Please don’t do this to me… make him stop.” For a moment Cheryl thought she saw a hint of compassion in Rufus’ face. But Rufus recalled his father explaining how repeated fucks by Nigger cock made white chicks want more. “I’ll gets her to shut up. Watch dis,” Reggie said. Reggie had purposefully positioned Cheryl like this on the sofa to make her genitals easily accessible to him. He gradually silenced her protests by manipulating her clit with his thumb. It was like pacifying a baby. “No, don’t touch me there,” Cheryl blurted at first to avoid any pleasure from the heinous act being performed on her. “Ooh,” she gasped a few moments later. Each time her eyes closed, they reopened with a more remote look in them, her mind drifting further away to the diversion between her legs. “Dat feel good? Ya like yer clitty rubbed like dat with a big Nigger cock in yer pussy?” Reggie taunted. “Ooooh, oooooh, please, don’t, oooooh, oooooooooooooooooh,” she responded. Reggie’s tactic worked and removed her ability to converse. Cheryl barely managed brief, staccato pleas interspersed between moans of growing female ecstasy. Rufus studied how his father worked Cheryl’s clit while fucking her. The technique produced sensations forcing Cheryl to focus on her pussy. “Ya see how that quieted her down?” Reggie asked. Rufus nodded with a big smile on his face. “Believes it or not, females has lots more feeling in their pussies than men do in their cocks. Once ya get dem stimulated right, they becomes putty in yer hands,” Reggie explained. “Keep playing with her tits.” “Yea, ya like that, don’t ya,” Reggie commented as he scrutinized Cheryl’s reflexes and honed his touch accordingly. Cheryl’s world started shrinking. She became less aware of external events and more mindful of her internal feelings. Her thoughts centered increasingly on her vagina, Reggie’s jumbo cock parting its walls, filling her completely and snugly grazing her G-spot in long strokes. Cheryl hated what was being done to her. But that part of her emotions occupied less of Cheryl’s thoughts as she acquired keenness to the friction between herself, Reggie’s bare cock, and his thumb’s erogenous gestures to her clit. Her submission became unavoidable. The experience differed vastly from sex with her boyfriend, whose smaller penis had never entered her without a protective latex barrier preventing direct contact between them. Squishing became audible. “Ya gettin really wet. It won’t be much longer, will it baby? Ya almost there,” Reggie said to Cheryl filliping her clit more. “Aaah, aaaah, ooooooh, aaaaah,” Cheryl cooed. “She be gettin’ close,” Reggie commented to Rufus, signaling him to get his iPhone and begin recording Cheryl’s approaching orgasm. Rufus reluctantly stopped sucking her lovely tits, leaving her pink nipples standing at attention and pointing toward the ceiling. Rufus stood back so Cheryl would not notice him making the video of her, although she was so distracted she probably would have remained ignorant of his actions even if he had been more obvious. Her belly repeatedly flexed revealing even greater definition of her toned abdominal muscles. Her neatly manicured fingers had found their way to Reggie and gently touched his six-pack stomach rather than making the effort to remove his hand from her clit. “Oooh, oooooh, oooooh, God, please,” Cheryl passionately moaned. An incredible tension was building inside her like nothing she had experienced before. Her beautiful face contorted. Cheryl didn’t want to do it. Her legs instinctively wrapped around Reggie’s ass and her pelvis bucked into him. “Oh God, no, oh, oh, oooooooooooooooooooooooh!” Reggie felt her vaginal muscles begin contracting around his penis. “Oh yea, dat’s a good girl. Cum for me,” Reggie said. It had happened even though she didn’t want it, especially with a loathsome black man, her body betrayed her and Cheryl experienced her first intense orgasm. After several minutes, Cheryl’s climax subsided and she regained her bearings. “I came. Take it out of me. Stop it,” she grumbled. Her hands pushed against his rippled stomach again. Reggie answered, “We isn’t done yet. I is an old man and it takes a while for me to cum.” “No, please don’t cum in me.” The thought of receiving Reggie’s sperm in her vagina disgusted Cheryl. “What’s da matter? Ya too good for Nigger cum in yer precious, white pussy?” “Please stop doing this to me,” Cheryl cried once more. “Tells ya what. If ya cum for me really good a few more times before I do, I’ll take my cock out of ya when I jism.” Cheryl despised the sick, black pervert, but she didn’t have much choice. “Okay,” she replied despondently. Reggie set his goal to force her into serial multiple orgasms that would really mess her up psychologically. Combined with video of her experience, embarrassment would prevent Cheryl from telling anyone she had been raped. His gargantuan cock remained inside her. She was connected to this horrible black man through the most intimate part of her body unable to break their union. Reggie recognized her lack of enthusiasm. Cheryl felt his hand return to her mons. She didn’t want more orgasms from him. She intended on faking them. The wisp of shortly trimmed, golden brown pubic hairs on Cheryl’s otherwise smoothly shaved mons brushed the palm of Reggie’s hand as his cock successively retreated and advanced. “No, don’t do that again,” Cheryl whimpered. His thumb went to her clitty anyway. “Ya gonna cum for me?” Reggie asked gently caressing. “Yes,” Cheryl replied. “Please not there anymore.” His thumb stroked carefully not to over stimulate her clitoris. “What are you doing? I said I would cum for you? Why are you doing that to me again?” Cheryl complained. He wouldn’t stop. Reggie smiled adjusting the execution slightly. “Oh, ooooooh, God, please… noooh, I don’t want to.” Her facial expressions, the way her finger tips grazed his muscular abs, her legs gradually drawing back to provide deeper penetration – all provided evidences that divulged the truth. He was striking her match, rekindling a fire within her. When he found what worked on a girl, he knew enough to see it through without major deviation. “Relax, it gonna be okay,” Reggie said without stopping his attention to her clit. He worked like a true artist. “You promise to take it out?” Cheryl meagerly asked. “It gonna be a while cause I isn’t a young man no more. But if you cums for me a whole bunch, I’ll take my cock out of ya pussy before I cum,” he said soothingly. Cheryl reluctantly accepted that their genitals would stay joined a while longer regardless of what she wanted. Already the pleasant feeling from her pussy monopolized more of her thoughts again even though she didn’t want it to. She closed her eyes momentarily and relaxed. Reggie assured her it would be okay and he would take it out. Rufus marveled how his middle-aged father seduced a young, gorgeous, white girl as he videoed their encounter. He decided to keep recording even though he already acquired enough footage. With a little editing the sex would appear completely consensual and would keep Cheryl in line. “Oooooh, ooooooooh, ooooooooooh, oooooooooh,” Cheryl moaned. “Cum some more girl, dat’s it,” Reggie kept coaxing. Her second orgasm came quicker and easier than the first and appeared more intense. “Ooooh, ooooooh, I’m cuuuuuummmmmming for you,” Cheryl panted, grinding her soaked pussy onto his cock. “You made me cum again. Will you take it out now?” Cheryl asked when her climax subsided. It had been over an hour. Reggie finally pulled out. In relief she looked up at her pelvis only to see him spread her labia with his thumb and index finger and rub her engorged clit with the head of his cock. “Stop it,” Cheryl moaned, but her hips responded positively for several minutes as she passively watched. “Ya feels too good. I need some more of dat sweet pussy,” Reggie finally said. She observed his titanic cock sink back into her. The longest sex with Chad ever lasted was a few minutes. Reggie endured several hours, during which Cheryl’s objections became sporadic, her climaxes more frequent and intense. She finally gave up asking Reggie to stop. He refused to withdraw anyway, always returning his cock into her pussy after several minutes of teasing her clit with it. Cheryl’s legs stayed locked around Reggie’s ass, her hips gyrated into him. He succeeded in his goal of causing Cheryl’s body to undergo serial multiple orgasms. “Ya still wants me to stop?” Reggie asked the delirious Cheryl, her pussy rhythmically contracting around his cock. “Yes, Oh God, I’m cumming for you Reggie. I’m cumming. Take it out. Ooooh, aaah, uh-huh, You’re making me cum.” “Tell me you love fucking my big Nigger cock and I will take it out.” Reggie said. “I love fucking your big, ooooh, Nigger… cock.” “Says it lounder.” “Oooooh I love fucking your aaaah, oooooh, big, oooooooh Nigger cock! I LOVE FUCKING IT!!!” “Oh, yea, dat a girl,” Reggie exclaimed, his thrusts accelerating. Cheryl felt Reggie’s cock swell larger inside her and then an unfamiliar, soothingly warm sensation as her cunt accepted semen for its first time and Reggie’s sperm copiously flowed into her. He pulled his deflating cock out of Cheryl. She looked at his dark, semi-erect penis hanging pendulously from between his legs like a black fire hose, glistening from their body fluids. “Did you cum in me?” Cheryl naively asked as Reggie’s cream trickled from her overfilled pussy down the crack in her ass. She reached down. A thick, slimy film of Reggie’s jism coated her fingers and provided her answer. She had laid silently on the couch staring at the ceiling for a few minutes before sitting up, her pussy full of Reggie’s potent Nigger spunk. Reggie already put on his shorts and had gathered Cheryl’s clothing. He stood shirtless in front of her and Cheryl could not avoid noticing the muscles in his chest, arms, and stomach. “Did ya enjoy dat?” Reggie asked putting his hand on her shoulder and smiling. “No! Don’t touch me,” Cheryl responded, jerking her shoulder away from him. “Give me my clothes.” “Befoe ya gets dressed, Rufus here wants to shows ya something,” Reggie calmly replied. Rufus played part of the video back where Cheryl’s legs were wrapped around Reggie’s ass – “Oooooh, oooooh, uh-huh, ooh I’m cumming for you, Reggie. I love fucking your big, oh, Nigger cock.” Cheryl watched with her mouth hanging open in dismay. Reggie nodded to Rufus to stop the playback. “Not very lady like of ya,” Reggie said shaking his head. “I’d hate for something like dat to get posted online for all yer family and all yer friends at school to see. Do ya understand what I is saying?” Cheryl slowly nodded her head in stunned silence. “Let’s just keep dis between us.” Reggie added handing Cheryl her clothing. Rufus watched Cheryl quietly put on her panties, his father’s jism – potential brothers and sisters – still trilling from her well fucked cunt. ******************************************* Cheryl quietly sat in history class, her usual bubbly personality flattened by the events that occurred several days ago with Rufus and his degenerate father. Her rape kept replaying in her mind. With disgust she recalled: Rufus’ dark, veined penis barely fitting in her mouth, swallowing its semen; Reggie’s gigantic, black cock being inside her vagina; how she climaxed multiple times. Unable to comprehend her body’s physiological reaction to such a heinous act caused Cheryl frustration and guilt. Even if Rufus and his father didn’t have that horrible video, she would still feel too embarrassed to tell anyone what they did to her. Class let out and Rufus approached Cheryl with a big smile as their classmates hurriedly exited the room. “Get away from me,” Cheryl said. “That’s no way to treat a friend,” Rufus replied. “We’re not friends. You and your father are sick perverts.” “It’s too bad you feel that way. You’re coming over to study with us this afternoon anyway,” Rufus nonchalantly told Cheryl. Cheryl could not believe her ears. How could these pigs possibly think she would actually want to be with them again? “I most certainly am not. Don’t even think about coming near me.” “Suit yourself, but my dad will post that video on the Internet and email links of it to everyone at school,” Rufus answered. Cheryl’s demeanor suddenly softened. “I can’t come over. I have cheerleading practice and then a date with Chad tonight.” “Tell Chad you’ll be a little late. We’ll be expecting you after cheerleading practice or that video goes online and you become a porn star.” Rufus walked away leaving Cheryl standing with books in hand speechless. After the horrible things they already did to her, they still wanted more. “Can I fuck her?” Rufus asked his father, anticipating Cheryl’s arrival soon. “Not yet, Rufus – in a few weeks ya can fuck her brains out if ya wants. But I still needs to break her in for ya some more. It be a little while to get dat nice white girl used to fucking black cock. It’s a big shock to ‘em at first and a process dat takes skill and time. She needs to get acquiescent, and den comfortable with da notion of fucking Niggers,” Reggie answered. Rufus was disappointed. The 18-year-old had fucked black whores in the hood before, but like his father, strongly preferred white pussy. However, his desire had gone unfulfilled thus far and he had yet to nail a high class white girl like Cheryl. Rufus respected his father’s judgment though and patiently waited. Cheryl couldn’t concentrate on their routines. After a lousy cheerleading practice and a quick shower at the school locker room she texted Chad: “Sorry. Will be late this evening. I forgot about prior plans. Don’t know how long this will take. Will let you know when on the way.” On the way to Rufus’, Cheryl stopped by the pharmacy. She never bought condoms before; Chad always provided them. She confronted a large, confusing selection. “Ribbed for Her Pleasure,” one package read. Another said, “Thin Membrane for Added Sensitivity and Intimacy”. Cheryl wanted neither pleasure, nor added sensitivity and intimacy. She settled on a box touting its protection and extra magnum size. Purchasing prophylactics for Rufus’ father humiliated Cheryl. But the alternative of having his bare, unprotected penis in her vagina again was totally unacceptable. She hurried through checkout, enduring the smirk from a middle-aged, male cashier. Rufus answered the door when she arrived. She entered and felt sick in her stomach. “Look at how purtty ya looks,” Reggie said grabbing her arm and guiding Cheryl toward his bedroom. She tried unsuccessfully recoiling from his grasp. Rufus followed, observing how his father confidently took charge. “Please, Mr. Johnson, don’t make me have sex with you again,” Cheryl pleaded as he led her by her arm toward his bed. “I isn’t gonna hurt ya as long as ya cooperates,” Reggie said lifting her shirt over her head and then unclasping her bra. “Now lay back. Don’t ya worry none.” It was happening too quickly. She couldn’t think. Cheryl stiffly laid back in Reggie’s bed. He unbuttoned her jeans and tugged them off without any assistance from her. Reggie’s fingers reached into the waistband of her panties. She took a deep breath and held it as Mr. Johnson took away her last bit of privacy. With her panties off, Reggie navigated Cheryl’s legs away from each other. She knew better than to physically resist like before. “Please, no, Mr. Johnson,” Cheryl whined as Reggie stretched her labia apart with his fingers. Seeing the once self-confident, white class president spread open and flashing the pink between her legs while hearing her whimper to his father like a little girl excited Rufus. Reggie’s finger entered Cheryl’s agape vagina and rubbed her G-spot, his thumb worked her clitoris. She looked at Rufus and begged, “Please, don’t let him do this to me again. Please?” Rufus coldly watched Cheryl succumb to the magic his father worked on her cunt. Cheryl moaned, “Oh, what are you doing? No, not there. Oooooooh, don’t. Ooooooooooooooh, ooooooooooooh, ooooooooooh, please, God, oooooooooooooooh.” “Yea, God’s gonna help you alright – cum for Niggers, you stuck up, white bitch,” Rufus thought listening to Cheryl’s chants and watching her squirm. Reggie recalled from the other day what Cheryl’s body reacted to most and diligently worked her cunt accordingly. “Oh yea, girl, ya likes dat doesn’t ya? Reggie asked. ”Nooooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooooooooooh.” “Look at how wet ya be gettin.” “Please… noooh.” Reggie detected the slight movement in her pelvis, hardly noticeable at first, and cultivated the barely perceptible response like fanning a tiny spark. “I isn’t gonna stop until ya cum, baby.” “Oh, nah.” Cheryl’s hands clenched the sheets while the reflexive coital movements of her hips became more evident. “Dat’s right, girl. I is gonna make ya cum for me whether ya wants to or not.” “Oh, Mr. Johnson, oooh, aaaaaah, aaaaaah, oooooooooooh, naaaaaah.” She became wet and responsive and then he stopped. Cheryl opened her eyes. Reggie had already taken off his shirt. She watched his muscles flex as he removed his boxers. His huge phallus sprang from its confinement like a giant, black serpent. It looked bigger than she remembered. Cheryl quickly reached inside her purse beside the bed retrieving a condom. She silently handed it to Reggie when he returned to her. “What’s dis?” he asked. Embarrassed even giving it to him, Cheryl felt more humiliated asking him to use it on her. “Please wear it for me.” Reggie chuckled and threw it across the room. “Never use rubbers. Can’t feels nothing with dem.” He stretched her labia open again and aligned his cock with her entrance. “But Mr. Johnson…” He slid his cock inside Cheryl interrupting her objection. “Oh. Naaah.” Her small hands landed on his hips and ineffectively pushed trying to thwart his progress. “Dis will feels better to ya anyways,” Reggie said with a despicable smile. “Ya needs to get used to having cock in ya bareback and not some piece of rubber.” She didn’t want to feel him. Intercourse with a black man was bad, but being forced to have it without any barrier between their organs was far worse. Against her will, Cheryl perceived every millimeter of Reggie’s thick, lengthy penis separating the wet vaginal walls deep inside her as their genitals converged. Reggie slowly fed her young pussy more of his cock until it again accepted him entirely. “Ya see how good dat feels without a rubber? I is all the way up inside ya now,” Reggie informed Cheryl. ”No, Mr. Johnson, I don’t want it. Please take it out.” “Shush, I will in a little while.” He pumped into her faster and harder. “Oooh, ooooh, oooooh, aaaaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaaah, nooooo.” Over an hour had passed. Rufus left the room momentarily. Cheryl’s moans grew loader through the walls sparking Rufus’ curiosity and summoning his return. He opened the door and watched his father reach beneath her knees and push her legs back toward her chest, which provided deeper penetration. Reggie’s wet cock looked like obsidian, well lubricated by the pastel pink membranes of Cheryl’s pussy cleaving to it. Her smooth, fair skin contrasted wonderfully against his dark complexion. Rufus never saw Cheryl associate with any of the black kids at their school. She wouldn’t date black guys either. But now the preppy cheerleader and former class president, in a serious relationship with a white boy, was getting fucked by a Nigger. The unused condom Reggie had taken from her and threw across the room sat on the floor by Rufus’ foot. “Oooooh, aaaaaaaah, please... aaaaaaaaaah... Mr. Johnson... stop. I’m ooooooooh, ooooooooh, supposed, aaaaaaaaaaah, ooooooooooooooooh, to see my boyfriend... ooooooooh...” “What ya mean ya seeing yer boyfriend? Is his cock as big as dis? Does it feels dis good in ya?” Reggie asked. “Oh, oooh, aaaaah, oh God, please,” Cheryl groaned beneath him. “If ya wants me to finish sooner ya needs to cum for me like ya did the other day,” Reggie said. Initially Cheryl brooded over her boyfriend, hating the idea of climaxing for Reggie. Before long, however, she had only fleeting thoughts of Chad as the feeling of Reggie’s huge cock in her pussy devoured all of her attention. “Yer startin to appreciate my Nigger cock. It’s feelin pretty good in ya, isn’t it?” Reggie asked. Reggie didn’t need a verbal answer from Cheryl and didn’t get one. Her body language said it all: accelerated breathing, her hands now holding on to his hips rather than pushing at them, her hard, pink nipples pointing into his chest. She became one with him physically even though she didn’t want to. “Oh, Mr. Johnson,” Cheryl exclaimed, her hands gliding up Reggie’s back and embracing him. Her mouth hung open taking in deep breaths and Reggie took the opportunity to stick his tongue in it, locking Cheryl in a deep French kiss. Her pussy began strongly contracting around his cock. Rufus marveled at how the most conceited and tenacious white girl in his school completely succumbed to his father. A few hours earlier she was stone to him and any other black guy who even thought of getting near her. She attempted to resist Reggie but melted into lava for him instead. Her pussy now moved in perfect unison with Reggie’s cock as if the two shared the same mind or danced to an inaudible rhythm only they heard – into each other and into each other exactly synchronized over and over again. Still kissing, Reggie grunted and Cheryl reciprocated the expression. Rufus observed that the translucent film coating his father’s cock turned whiter. Jis started leaking from Cheryl’s pussy. Their thrusts into each other slowed and then stopped. “You came in me,” Cheryl panted. “Ya came a lot too, Baby. I felts ya cumming,” Reggie replied pulling his semi-flaccid cock from her and leaving her pink pussy agape a second before her labia slowly drifted shut as if trying to contain the deep lake of sperm in it. Cheryl didn’t reply. She had orgasmed intensely multiple times for Reggie and it had felt good even though she didn’t want it to. She looked over and realized Rufus staring at her and closed her legs. Having already been exposed wide open to Rufus by his father a number of times somewhat diminished her embarrassment she typically felt when naked in front of others. Cheryl looked at the time. She had been fucking Reggie for nearly two hours and still needed to see Chad. She didn’t know where her clothes were. She searched the sheets and then located her panties on the floor by the foot of the bed and slid them on. Rufus picked up her bra and shirt and handed them to her. “You appeared to enjoy fucking my dad,” Rufus said. She looked at him with an incredulous expression and took her garments without speaking, the nipples on her perky tits still erect and sticking out towards him. How could the sick bastard possibly believe she liked being raped by his dad? “Sorry I made ya late for ya boyfriend,” Reggie said as Cheryl gathered her purse and keys to leave. Her ass filled her jeans nicely and he groped it one last time before she left. “I’ll see ya in a couple days, maybe sooner,” he added. Cheryl pulled up to a stop light and texted Chad: “On way. See u soon.” “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, Cheryl said when she arrived at Chad’s house. “How was your trip?” Harriet and George Wilson, typical middle-aged and middle class parents met Cheryl at their front door and walked her to their living room. George sat down on his recliner and Harriet went to her spot on the sofa. “Very nice, thank you for asking,” Harriet replied. “Have you decided which university you’re going to yet?” “I’m leaning toward Michigan State, but maybe Chapel Hill. I’m not 100% certain yet.” Harriet admired Cheryl’s youthful energy and ambition. Intent on attending dental school, the young girl appeared well focused with a good head on her shoulders for someone her age. George Wilson purposely avoided admiring Cheryl’s willowy, teen figure, realizing her youthful beauty was a forbidden temptation. She was a nice girl and George saw the charm lying beneath Cheryl’s lovely skin. “Well you still have some time to make up your mind,” Harriet answered. “Chad is in his room.” “Okay,” Cheryl said, successfully disguising her inner turmoil from the disgusting act performed on her by two black men a short while ago. She proceeded down the familiar hallway to Chad’s bedroom. “That Cheryl is such a sweet, polite girl, George,” Harriet said after Cheryl left. With her pussy full with Reggie’s sperm, some of it saturating her panties, Cheryl kissed and hugged Chad when she entered his room. “I missed you,” Cheryl said. “How was your trip?” “It was okay. I had to listen to mom and dad the entire time,” Chad replied. “What did you have to do tonight?” “Oh, I had some community service hours at the Humane Society scheduled.” “I thought you were finished with your community service.” “No, not yet,” Cheryl fibbed. Chad kissed her again; his hand slid over to her left breast and caressed it. Thank God they were in his house. Cheryl knew Chad would go no further than rubbing her tits through her clothes with his parents home. ******************************************************* For two weeks Cheryl fucked Mr. Johnson almost every other day, while giving Chad, her parents, and friends various stories of where she had been. “My Dad wants you at our crib tonight for another ‘study session’,” Rufus said to Cheryl when class ended. “What time?” Cheryl asked. She was defeated and knew the outcome would be the same no matter what excuse she tried giving Rufus. “Five,” he answered. “I’ll be over at 5:30 right after cheerleading practice.” “Okay then,” Rufus said with a grin. He correctly figured she readily agreed to their secret meetings to avoid being seen with him and raising suspicions. Cheryl Taylor now led a double life with a dark secret that only he and his father knew about, which enabled them to keep her under their control. Rufus answered the door, promptly at 5:30 just as planned. “Where’s your father?” Cheryl asked walking inside. “He’s in his room waiting for you.” Reggie was lying in bed naked with his cock already hard anticipating Cheryl’s arrival. “Hurry up and get yer clothes off,” Reggie told her when she entered. Cheryl quickly undressed and climbed in bed with him. “Get on top and put it in ya.” Cheryl held his humongous cock in her petite hands and lowered herself. “Oh, Mr. Johnson,” she exclaimed from his pleasure giving rod going inside her. “Don’t make me do this with you again.” “Don’t it feel good?” “No, I don’t want it and it’s not right,” Cheryl replied but instinctively pumped her hips. “No one will know about it,” Reggie said. “Dat’s it girl. Keep moving yer pussy like dat.” Cheryl briefly noticed Rufus in the room watching them fuck, which he often did. She was used to him being there and paid little attention to his presence. A few minutes later he was naked too. “Ya ready?” Reggie asked Rufus. Rufus got in bed with them. “No,” Cheryl replied as Reggie lifted her up until his sopping wet cock flopped out of her. He laid her on her back. “It gonna be okay. Rufus needs some practice with ya today. Ya needs to help teach him,” Reggie said. From behind, Rufus lifted Cheryl’s left leg and spooned her. She had grown comfortable with Reggie, but Rufus was different. He had a larger penis than his father and didn’t use it as well yet. But he quickly learned, thanks to Cheryl, and each time his technique improved. Reggie took hold of Cheryl’s left leg from Rufus and kept it elevated for Rufus to enter her. “Aaaaaaaaaaaah,” Cheryl groaned as Rufus’ larger penis replaced Reggie’s inside her. “Dats it, slide it in her nice and slowly,” Reggie instructed while watching his son’s huge cock gracefully enter Cheryl’s tight, wet cunt. “Let’s her pussy get accustomed to ya.” Spending so much time with Reggie and Rufus over the past two weeks, Cheryl’s ear for their dialect and Ebonics improved. She made out more of what they were saying when they spoke about her. “Now gently rubs her clit. Dat’s it. Can ya feels her responding?” Cheryl realized – Reggie was using her to instruct his son how to seduce girls! She was their learning object. “Stop it,” she said. She didn’t want to help them do this to someone else. “I can feel her pussy squeezing my cock,” Rufus replied to his father. “Good, sees how she startin to fuck ya back even though she telling ya to stop? Let me shows ya something,” Reggie said, brushing Rufus’ hand off her mons and replacing it with his own. “Now watch dis.” Rufus watched his father push his thumb against the side of Cheryl’s clit, retract the hood, and expose her glans. “Some girls go crazy when ya does this to ‘em. Others are way too sensitive for it,” Reggie said while softly stroking the uncovered head of Cheryl’s clitty. “Please, no” Cheryl moaned. “Ya momma really loved it when I did dis to her too,” Reggie said to Rufus. “See how her nipples be gettin all hard? Ya needs to experiment with her and sees what she likes. Each girl be different.” Reggie removed his hand from Cheryl’s mons so Rufus could try it himself. As Rufus took over, Reggie brought his wet thumb to Cheryl’s mouth and forced her to suck her own juices from it. “Dat’s a good girl; suck it all off. See hows good yer pussy taste?” Reggie asked her. Cheryl hated being degraded and wanted to bite Reggie’s thumb for doing this to her. But Rufus’ skill quickly improved and took her mind off her anger. “Dat’s it Rufus. Yur getin to her,” Reggie said. “Keep it up and she be cumming for ya soon.” “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Cheryl sucked Reggie’s thumb like a baby. Rufus’ exceedingly huge cock completely filling her with two inches remaining, very gently nudged her cervix several times. “Dat’s it, be careful with her. I is barely able to gets my cock all da way in her. Yur definitely too long,” Reggie said. “She likes da way ya be playing with her clitty.” Minutes ago she despised what they were doing to her, but Cheryl’s body, responding to the stimulus and on verge of orgasm, distorted her thoughts, “Oh, aaaaaaaaah, oooooooooh.” “She startin to gets hooked on Nigger cock. Bet she ain’t fuckin’ dat white boyfriend of hers much lately,” Reggie said with a laugh. It was true. To Cheryl’s regret, Reggie coerced her into having sex so often, she had little time and a diminished desire to be with Chad. Since the three way affair with Reggie and Rufus began, the two times she briefly made love with Chad were unfulfilling and disappointing. Cheryl failed to fully comprehend the evolutionary and psychological processes inside her. Deep in her primitive, female subconscious, Chad’s underwhelming penis became less preferable for mating – an inadequate choice among these much more endowed and virulent partners forcing her to copulate with them. An affinity for her tormentors and their big, black cocks was gradually taking over her young, impressionable mind. The increasing pleasure in Cheryl’s pussy grew unmanageable and controlled her like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. She could not suppress her reflexes caused by Rufus. “She be cumming for ya real good now. Goes lightly on her clitty and moves ya thumb to the side of her shaft,” Reggie instructed Rufus. “Ya doesn’t wants to over stimulates her.” Reggie looked in Cheryl’s blank eyes and said, “Nigger cock feels good don’t it?” “Uh-huh,” Cheryl exclaimed, her mouth hanging open in awe. “When her orgasm subsides, pulls back on dat hood again and strokes de head some more,” Reggie said to Rufus. “Dat way ya can keeps her cumming for hours and her orgasms will keeps getting stronger.” Reggie proudly noted Rufus had learned well from him and decided to leave Rufus to enjoy Cheryl alone. Reggie took Cheryl’s left hand to replace his own behind her left knee. She acquiesced and held herself in the easily penetrable position for Rufus without assistance. Peering into Cheryl’s heavenly, blue eyes, Reggie whispered, “Dat’s a good girl.” “Ya two has fun,” Reggie spoke up stepping away from their bed. Before exiting the room he took one last look at the lovely Cheryl, in the spring of her reproductive life with her left leg drawn back to her chest allowing most of Rufus’ long, thick cock to disappear inside her. Black cocks belonged inside the pink pussies of white girls, he thought. They went well together. Reggie watched Cheryl’s pale, pink nipples subtly rock to and fro as if atop gentle, ocean waves. The white bitch was hooked on black cock now whether she realized it or not. Later he would discuss with Rufus prospects for expanding their ‘study group’ and recruiting more white girls to fuck in addition to Cheryl. Please send feedback to: http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=KRWFMLCTGCSOPUOP XUVW