The Prisoner's Wife By The Cryptkeeper WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing rape and violence offend you. Jennie didn't want to believe her desperate situation, forced to rely on some creepy black guy she didn't like or trust. But she now needed Reggie Johnson to avoid homelessness and to save her husband from the unthinkable while in prison. How did they get into this mess? It all seemed to start after moving into the apartments Reggie Johnson owned. Reggie found it amusing that this cute, stuck-up, white bitch turned to him for help, not realizing that he had planted the cocaine in Jim's car and alerted the police. An unsuccessful defense landed Jim in Texas state prison for 10 - 20 years thanks to the strict drug laws that usually worked against the black man. But in this instance, Reggie had successfully used the racist laws to his advantage turning them against the white men who wrote them, he mused. Reggie admired Jennie's smooth, white skin, petite figure, shiny brown hair which hung down to her shoulders and sparkling blue eyes as she pleaded to him for an extension on the rent she owed. She was a slim, gorgeous, 25-year-old white female whose sexual experience, he surmised, was limited to her lame, white husband - the type of girl Reggie particularly relished breaking in. Reggie’s assessment of Jennie came close to hitting the bull’s eye. Somewhat of a prude and uncomfortable with her sexuality, Jennie had little experience with men. Surprisingly, she only had a couple of boyfriends before marrying Jim three years ago. Her stunning looks proved more of a liability than an asset, intimidating most men who assumed they didn’t stand much chance with Jennie. The few males she had been intimate with (which included Jim) were not very adept when it came to lovemaking – nor well endowed. Thus a real orgasm had remained elusive to Jennie. "I'm sorry I don't have the money for you. We spent all our savings on attorney's fees for Jim's defense," Jennie said. Reggie's huge, muscular figure made Jennie just a little uneasy. He looked like a giant compared to her husband, with bulging muscles attesting to a strength that could easily crush her. The thirty-five-year-old Reggie savored having a high class, white girl like Jennie asking him for charity. "How is things going for Jim?" Reggie asked with a grin. Reggie's connections with the Black Brotherhood in Jim's prison had been very useful. He had already arranged a difficult introduction to the penal system for Jim. "Not well," Jennie replied. "The last time I visited him his face was covered in bruises from a fight." "Oh, that is a shame," Reggie answered. "Maybe I can help both of you. I need to rent out the unit you're in. But I has an extra room in my apartment you can stay in rent free, and I also has connections in the prison and can arrange for your husband to be protected, Sweetie." Jennie hated Reggie calling her "Sweetie" and couldn't believe he would even suggest that she move into his apartment. After all, she was a married woman and Reggie was BLACK! "Thank you for the offer, Mr. Johnson, but I wouldn't feel comfortable sharing an apartment with you," Jennie politely replied. "You don't has to call me Mr. Johnson. Call me Reggie, Sweetie. Don't feel uncomfortable. I promise there will be no funny business. I wants to help. Without protection, I hate to think about what will happen to a gentleman likes Jim. Those monsters in prison will turn him into their bitch, if you knows what I mean? They may turn him into a fag. I've seen it happen before. When he finally gets out, he may not want a woman anymore," Reggie warned with a stern look on his face. Jennie knew exactly what Reggie meant. She read the stories about prison rapes and the idea of that happening to Jim horrified her. "But I'm married and it would not appear right if I moved in with you," Jennie answered as her eyes began to water. "I knows, Sweetie, but I can't afford to lose the rent from the apartment you is occupying; and you need to do what's best for Jim. I hates to think about those guys sodomizing him," Reggie repeated. Jennie felt trapped. If she didn't move in with Reggie, not only would she be homeless, but Jim would be beaten and raped in prison. Although she suspected Reggie had an ulterior motive, she had to take a chance, trust him, and accept his offer. It was the only way to protect her husband. Against her better judgment and with some reservation, Jennie moved in with Reggie to protectJim from the horrible fate Reggie had painted. A week passed, and to Jennie's relief, Reggie remained true to his word. He had not made a single advance toward her. Jennie occasionally caught Reggie lustfully staring at her when she wasn't paying attention. But Reggie hadn't said or done anything inappropriate. Reggie patiently waited to make his move, giving Jennie time to grow more comfortable and dependent on him and allowing her to erroneously believe he was just a "nice guy". Jennie desperately searched for work to regain independence, but despite her gorgeous looks and excellent qualifications, no one was hiring due to the Great Recession. Reggie secretly reveled in watching this self-confident, young white woman – a college graduate – grow increasingly reliant on him, an uneducated black man, for support. ****************** Today Jennie planned on visiting Jim. Reggie generously agreed to drive her to the prison some 40 miles away. When she finished bathing and stepped out of the shower her clothes were missing. "That's odd; I could have sworn I brought my clothes in with me. I must have left them on the bed," she thought. Jennie dried off, wrapped the towel around herself, and walked to her bedroom. "Where did I place those clothes?" Jennie asked herself when she entered her room. They weren't on the bed where she thought she might have left them. Jennie turned around to find Reggie standing behind her. "Oh!" Jennie exclaimed as she reflexively jumped from the surprise. "I didn't know you were there. You startled me." A big grin formed on Reggie's face revealing his white teeth. "Looking for something?" he asked. "Can you step out for a moment? I need to get dressed," Jennie responded with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Oh that's okay, Sweetie. I don't mind none seeing you naked. Go ahead and gets dressed while I's just watch," Reggie replied. "I don't think that's a good idea," Jennie nervously responded. "What's you mean it ain't no good idea? I let's you live here for free and you can't even let me see your goodies?" Reggie angrily scoffed. "Maybe I should put you out in the street and have the brothers in prison fuck your Jim in the ass!" Reggie grabbed the towel wrapped around Jennie and yanked it from her body. The abrupt change in Reggie's demeanor caught Jennie completely off guard. Paralyzed with fear Jennie didn't know how to react. She yelled, "no", which seemed pathetically inadequate as she stood naked before this black, muscular giant. "Now let me get a good look at you, Sweetie," Reggie said as His eyes hungrily devoured Jennie's naked, nubile figure. She possessed a perfect body, as beautiful as her face: perky tits topped with youthfully pink, quarter-sized areolas and nipples that had not yet nursed a baby, smooth, white, unblemished skin, a flat tummy, and a perfectly shaped ass without a single hint of cellulite. She was well worth the Grand in cocaine Reggie placed in Jim's car and the long wait. "Let me sees you play with yourself, Sweetie," Reggie asked. Jennie silently stood there frozen for a moment, dumbly staring at Reggie with one hand covering her vagina and the other concealing her right breast. Reggie's words did not register in her head. Jennie had never masturbated before and didn’t really know how. Reggie grew impatient and suddenly shoved Jennie backwards with such force that she flew off her feet and bounced in the bed once before settling into the soft mattress. "No, what are you doing?" Jennie yelled as Reggie took hold of her knees and pried her legs apart. "I tolds you to play with yourself!" Reggie sneered back at Jennie. "I can't do that. Please, I'm married," Jennie cried. "That's okay. Your husband won't find out. You is doing this for him anyway. You doesn't want the brothers to get him does you?" Reggie answered. "Please don't let them hurt Jim," Jennie pleaded. "Okay, Sweetie, then let me help you," Reggie replied. He pulled Jennie's hand away from protecting her vagina, licked his fingers, and began masturbating the dumb, white bitch himself. "Please don't do this to me," Jennie cried as Reggie's fingers searched for her g-spot and his thumb made tight circles around her clitoris. She must have just finished shaving herself, Reggie thought, because her pussy was baby smooth save for a small, neatly trimmed patch of brown pubic hair above her clit. Jennie found stubble itchy and formed a habit of shaving her pussy, legs, and armpits daily while in the shower - a habit which unfortunately made her even more desirable to Reggie. "I just wants to play with you and watch you cum for me Sweetie. I promise I won't fuck you. Okay?" Reggie reassured Jennie as he forced her pussy to involuntarily lubricate his invading digits. Jennie could not believe this was happening to her. How could she be so stupid as to allow herself to fall into this predicament - with a black man nonetheless? She didn't find black men attractive and never would consider an interracial relationship even if she wasn't married. Jennie wanted to fight Reggie to protect her honor and marriage, but put up little defiance because of her predicament. "Stop. Don't make me do that, please," Jennie implored. Reggie remained focused on Jennie's pussy, searching for its most sensual spots and ignoring her pleas. He knew that she would lose resistance once he got her body to react the way he wanted. "Oh, what are you doing? Stop it!" Jennie said. Her pelvis treacherously indicating to Reggie - ever so slightly - the secret locations of sensitive spots to stroke. "Oh, no, not there – stop doing that you bastard," Jennie said. But Reggie would not stop. He continued molesting this cute, white bitch who thought she was too good for a nigger until her ability to communicate degraded to unintelligible moans of reluctance. "Naaaaah,ooooooh, please don't make me, aaaah," Jennie repeated, her knuckles turning white and her fists digging into the mattress. Reggie observed Jennie's previously tiny clit engorge modestly larger. He watched Jennie squeeze her sparkling blue eyes shut and turn her head side to side as if refusing to accept the gift he was building inside her. "Don't fight it, Sweetie, cum for Reggie like a good girl," Reggie cooed in Jennie's ear. She didn't want to cum for Reggie. She wanted to have the sick pervert locked up in prison where he belonged instead of her husband. But powerless against the black giant, Jennie grudgingly obliged him multiple times. Spasms in her pussy, coital movements she increasingly failed to suppress, and a distant, dreamy look replacing the usual alert sparkle in Jennie's blue eyes, revealed to Reggie his success in coercing her to repeatedly climax for him. Satisfied with his control over this arrogant white woman who was now cumming for him, Reggie finally stopped masturbating Jennie and kissed her gently on the cheek. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Reggie asked as Jennie lay there a moment regaining her senses. She looked over at Reggie and watched him greedily lick her female juices from his fingers. "Mmmmmm, `Sweetie' is a good name for you because you sure taste sweet," Reggie exclaimed. Jennie was too embarrassed and confused to respond. She never experienced anything like that before. She got out of bed and hurriedly dressed, realizing her previously bad situation had become markedly worse. How could she have been so dumb as to allow herself to get into this horrible situation? She felt Reggie's eyes wondering over every inch of her body as she put on her silk panties and bra, a cute sundress that reached just above her knees, and finally her shoes. The long drive to see Jim took forever in Reggie's old, beat up Crown Victoria - a far cry from the new Acura the police seized from Jim when they found cocaine in it. Reggie drove slowly while rubbing the inside of Jennie's smooth, left thigh. Jennie endured Reggie’s fondling rather than risk angering him into not taking her to see Jim, or worse - into allowing the Black Brotherhood to beat and rape him. Emboldened by Jennie's lack of protest, Reggie's hand slid further up her sundress. Jennie instinctively closed her legs. “You better spread them legs for me, Sweetie, if you wants to see Jim today,” Reggie said. Jennie reluctantly opened her legs just enough for Reggie’s finger to find her clit through her silk panties. He stroked her to dampness for most of the journey. When she finally visited Jim in prison, Jennie concealed her discomfort, which Reggie had caused by making her wet. She was relieved to see Jim's bruises had healed and Reggie had kept his word about protecting her husband from further abuse. Jim noticed a worried look on his beautiful wife's face and tried to comfort her. He missed being with Jennie, holding her in his arms and making love to her. "I'm really okay, Jen. Don't worry about me. All the inmates here are treating me much better now. It's weird but they just suddenly started acting entirely different towards me." Jim said. For their few brief minutes together, all Jennie could think about was how much she wished Jim could come home and protect her. "How are things at home?" Jim asked. Jennie lied to her husband, "Things are fine, honey. I got a job at Walmart and Mr. Johnson is renting me a smaller apartment that I can afford." She did not dare mention to Jim that she had to move in with Reggie and become his plaything. The visit with Jim ended much too soon for Jennie, who dreaded the ride home with the disgusting black man who had brought her. ***************************************** Jennie finished bathing when he began kneeding her firm buttocks and soft perky tits with his big, strong hands, gently rolling her pink, youthful nipples to attention between his fingers. Reggie’s bed became familiar to her, although Jennie spent a lot of time on her back in his old recliner and the kitchen table as well. While she still tried to resist Reggie, Jennie had actually grown accustomed to being masturbated by him. It was disgusting and perverted, she thought, but Jim was safe and Reggie had not tried to put his penis in her. Jennie had never experienced a hypersexual, black male. She had little time to look for work, which would enable her to move away, after Reggie finished masturbating her each day. When she resisted he reminded her of Jim’s likely fate without his intervention. Before Jim went to prison, sex with her husband was infrequent and of a short duration when it occurred. But Reggie forced her to orgasm multiple times for him almost daily. Reggie loved controlling attractive, young, white women. Jennie unknowingly became the latest object of his obsession and he familiarized himself with every aspect of her body. Jennie avoided watching Reggie molest her and tried not to notice how much more invasively he masturbated her, spreading her labia wide open, completely exposing her pink, feminine folds, her most private place, and observing them glisten and react when bringing her to multiple climaxes she did not want. “Oh, oh, aah, nooo, don’t make me, I don’t want to… no, not again, oooooh,” Jennie murmured while cuming for Reggie some more. She felt physically and Temotionally drained, with little energy to search for work or do much else. She had cum multiple times when Reggie finally finished with her for the time being. Jennie unwittingly fell further under Reggie's control. He studied her body's reactions when he masturbated her, learning both her sensual and emotional weaknesses. Subconsciously Jennie began anticipating the coerced orgasms from Reggie’s frequent attention. Having no inkling of the many white women he previously impregnated and ruined, intimacy with Reggie became less uncomfortable to Jennie. *********************************** A week passed. Reggie apparently remained satisfied just playing with her pussy and making her cum. Jennie received a false sense of safety from this boundary. Approaching another climax for him, she did not notice Reggie remove his pants and boxers. "Oooooh, please, not there again, ooooooooooooooooooooooh, noooooh" Jennie exclaimed with her eyes tightly closed, twirling her pelvis and moaning in response to Reggie's stimulation of her g-spot. This, Reggie learned, was Jennie's most susceptible moment. While continuing to trace tight circles around Jennie's engorged clitoris with his thumb, he removed his fingers from her excited pussy and placed his enormous, black cock up to her tiny, slick entrance. Jennie felt unusual pressure at the entrance of her womanhood. She opened her blue eyes - they still contained the dreamy look from her orgasm - and starred up at Reggie's muscular black chest. Jennie's gaze wandered further down and settled on Reggie's six-pack abs for a few moments before growing wide with apprehension when they descended further and landed on the biggest penis Jennie had ever seen. His cock looked like a radiator hose – thick, long, and vascular with a scrotum, heavy with sperm, the size of a small grapefruit. "Oh my God, no, please don't put that inside me," Jennie pleaded. "You promised not to do that, Reggie!" "It's okay, Sweetie. I'll take it right out," Reggie replied, pushing the head of his cock against her pussy. Jennie's small white hands landed on Reggie's dark, black hips and strained to push him away. "No, it's too big, please don't. I'm married. I can't have sex with you," Jennie argued. "You doesn't want the brothers in prison to do this to your husband's ass instead, do you?" Reggie warned. Jennie didn't want that to happen to Jim, nor did she want to end up homeless living in the street. But she didn't want to have sex with Reggie either. She continued to struggle, refusing to accept her situation. But she was no match for the big Negro. Jennie felt her labia stretch around the head of Reggie's cock. He was inside her and penetrating deeper. "Please don't," Jennie implored. She realized the futility of her situation. "Put a condom on," Jennie finally begged hoping to at least maintain some barrier between their genitals. Reggie ignored Jennie, treating her pussy to more of his bare, extraordinarily large, phallus, which began rubbing her g-spot with greater friction than Jennie had ever experienced before. "Oooooh, please, noooooooh - don't do that - stop it, ooooh!" Jennie argued less convincingly. Her pussy generously coated every inch of Reggie's thick, long, black cock with its involuntary love juices. Jennie looked down noticing his nappy matt of black pubic hair intermingling with her own small, neatly trimmed landing strip. She felt his kinky bristles scratching her crotch when he drove in. "Take it out before you cum," Jennie impotently demanded. "Your husband sure is a lucky man to have you as his wife, such a beautiful woman sacrificing her body for him," Reggie taunted. Reggie noticed Jennie's hands drift from his hips to his firm buttocks. That dreamy, distant look once again appeared in her eyes as orgasm induced endorphins released into Jennie's bloodstream. "That's it, Sweetie, cum for me," Reggie said drilling into Jennie's tight cunt. He felt her pussy throbbing around his cock and her erect nipples poking into his chest. Her protests became infrequent and far less emphatic. She quieted down as Reggie's cock rubbed against her g-spot taking the fight out of her. Jennie knew it was wrong having Reggie's bare cock - not her husband's - in her pussy. She wanted to stop him, but couldn't. Besides, the Black Brotherhood would beat and rape Jim if she did. Reggie tried placing his mouth over Jennie's lips. "No," Jennie said turning her head to avoid his kiss. Petting Jennie's soft, brown hair Reggie exclaimed, "I guess I'll have to let the brothers in prison have their way with Jim." The distant, dreamy look in Jennie's eyes momentarily disappeared as Reggie's suggestion interrupted her sexual musings. "No, don't let them hurt Jim." "All you has to do is give me a kiss," Reggie replied. He wanted her complete submission. Jennie hesitantly opened her mouth to his long tongue. "Mmmmm," Jennie moaned. After a prolonged period of fucking and French kissing, she finally managed to pull her lips away from Reggie's mouth for a second. "Please take it out before you cum," Jennie pleaded in his ear. Reggie placed his tongue back in Jennie's mouth to silence additional pleas. He noticed Jennie's hands glide across his back and embrace him, her legs lock around his ass and her pussy start to meet his thrusts with its own. The formerly proud and self confident white housewife who had found black men unattractive and who disapproved of interracial relationships had surrendered to him. Reggie wished her honky husband could see his beautiful and once faithful and innocent wife now fucking a black man and cumming for him. Thanks to Reggie, hubby would be in jail for a very long time, and Jennie no longer had birth control pills. Jennie was completely unprotected from Reggie's big, black cock which would now keep her vulnerable, white pussy occupied during her husband's absence. Jennie's petite, white body contrasted beautifully with Reggie's burly black figure while the two remained entwined. The wet, pink membranes of Jennie's tight pussy adhered to Reggie's thick, black shaft, soaking it with affection as it made the long journey in and out of her. Jennie felt Reggie's cock swell even larger. He had to take it out, she thought. There was no way Reggie was going to pull his cock out of this white girl before cumming in her. Jennie relaxed her embrace hoping Reggie would withdraw. Instead Reggie tensed up and Jennie felt strange warmth fill her pussy. Reggie ejaculated far more semen inside Jennie than her husband ever produced. His cock kept pumping more virile fluid into her. "Mmmmmmmmpphh," Jennie grunted pulling her lips away from Reggie's mouth after their extended fuck. "You came in me," she murmured catching her breath. Reggie got off Jennie and pulled his long cock out of her, rubbing its smooth, wet head on Jennie's still engorged clit. Jennie sat up on her elbows and watched Reggie's cock ejaculate more. Some of the warm, white stuff landed in her belly button, and Reggie rubbed some of it on her clit with the head of his cock. "Oooooh, no more," Jennie said as her pussy made slight coital motions in reply to Reggie's cock touching her clitoris. "You like that, don't you Sweetie?" Reggie asked with a knowing smile. Jennie didn't answer. Reggie noticed Jennie's wedding band and engagement ring sparkle brilliantly on her finger, just like before she had been unfaithful to her husband and permanently spoiled by a black man. When they finished fucking, Jennie hurriedly dressed. Reggie made her late for visiting hours at the prison and she did not have time to take another shower. “Hi honey, how are you?” Jennie greeted Jim, relieved not to see bruises on his face again. With a full load of Reggie’s sperm inside her, some of it leaked out saturating Jennie’s panties and making it difficult for her to concentrate on the conversation with her husband. Images of Reggie’s hard muscles and huge cock filled her mind. “What’s the matter Jen?” Jim questioned his lovely wife. She appeared distant as if her thoughts were somewhere else. “I’m sorry Jim,” Jennie replied with tears in her eyes. “I wish you weren’t here. I wish you could come home. I want our old life back.” Jim hung his head down and stared at the table for a moment. “I know Jen, me too. We’ve been over this before. I told you I don’t know how all that coke got in my car. I haven’t used the stuff since we were married,” he said. “I believe you, Sweetheart,” Jennie answered. ******************************************* Jennie slept, dreaming of making love with Jim in their beautiful, old house – the one they owned prior to the recession. She didn’t remember ever enjoying sex so much with Jim before, being this excited from him. She suddenly awoke to find her arousal caused by Reggie. She wanted to get far away from him. “No, stop it. We already had sex today. I don’t want to do it again,” she said. The daily masturbations Reggie performed on her had increased in frequency, occurring in the morning, afternoon, evening, and sometimes – like now – late at night interrupting her sleep, and always as preludes to intercourse. If she attempted in earnest to escape this intimacy he forced on her, the old shackles of Reggie’s connections with the Black Brotherhood as well as her destitution prevented elusion. Jennie had been demeaned to quibbling like a child. She felt imprisoned like her husband. But Jennie’s prison was Reggie’s paradise. Once Reggie's cock had been inside Jennie, he had established a precedent of greater intimacy that he would not allow her to reverse. This time when Jennie was about to cum from Reggie's fingers, Reggie stopped and rolled on his back. “Get on top and put my cock in your pussy, Sweetie,” Reggie instructed. Jennie held his warm, massive, black shaft in her hands. She slowly lowered herself onto Reggie’s phallus while gently guiding it into her silky cunt. “Ooh,” Jennie moaned, sliding her tight pussy up and down on Reggie’s slick, black shaft. Jennie hated Reggie and loathed the way he coaxed her body into betraying her. She suspected Reggie might have planted the coke in Jim’s car. This black bastard kept coercing her into having sex. If only she and Jim had never moved into the apartment and met Reggie, none of this would be happening. “Oh God, I’m cumming again,” Jennie murmured. Reggie grabbed Jennie’s taut ass with one hand and the back of her head with the other. He kissed Jennie and allowed himself to cum inside her. After discharging most of his load inside her, Reggie released his hold on Jennie’s cute butt, allowing her to dismount him. Jennie slid herself from Reggie’s lengthy cock, immediately placed as much of its colossal size as she could fit in her mouth – which amounted to little more than its head – while slowly and rhythmically pumping the organ with her hands to finish his climax. Reggie had forced Jennie to suck his cock clean after sex enough times that she did it automatically now and had grown used to the taste of their juices. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned swallowing his remaining bursts of jism. Jennie couldn’t believe she had been reduced to sucking a black man’s cock and allowing him to cum in her pussy while her once successful husband sat in jail. “That was nice Sweetie. I can tell you is starting to like black cock more,” Reggie said. Jennie didn’t answer. It was true; she had become accustomed to fucking a lot more and to having Reggie’s enormous black cock inside her. But Reggie still read resentment on her face. Jennie remembered how she had once been an honors student in college, had begun a career in banking as a professional – a loan officer – before the Great Recession and Jim’s bad luck took everything away. This black son-of-a-bitch had her Jim sent to prison and now fucked her like a whore and she could do nothing about it. Out of birth control pills, sex with Reggie was an established fact that continued unprotected as she began ovulating regularly again. Fresh from her morning shower, Jennie had just put on her panties and bra when she noticed Reggie enter her room naked, as he often did now, with his huge, disgusting, black penis flaccidly dangling in front of her like the trunk of an elephant. Without saying a word, the giant stud reached inside her panties with one hand while his other unfastened her bra. Worried about the growing possibility of pregnancy, Jennie made an atypical offer to Reggie as her bra fell from her breasts. “No. I want to suck your cock today,” Jennie said trying to back away from his fingers before their invasion into her womanhood progressed too far. Her unusual offer surprised Reggie at first. He had always had to beguile Jennie to have sex with him and usually she protested until she had cum a few times. Why the abrupt change in character, eagerly volunteering to give him a blow job? Having knocked up a number of other white chicks before, Reggie quickly realized what Jennie was trying to avoid. Reggie got behind Jennie and pulled her into him, his right arm tightly wrapped across her chest, his fingers rolling her stiff, pink nipple between them while his other hand descended inside her panties again. “No, I don’t want to today,” Jennie groaned. Through Reggie’s diligence, the humiliating sounds of his fingers splashing in Jennie’s wetness became audible as she reluctantly squirmed in his arms. “Stop it, Reggie. Don’t, no, oooooh, not there, I can’t,” she kept repeating with the success of someone returning to the same location over and over again futiley searching for a lost item. When she said ‘Not there,’ her body’s movement revealed contradiction to Reggie, a pleasure spot Jennie tried to conceal from him, resulting in more of the same attention instead. These dumb, white bitches never learned that they couldn’t fool him. They all eventually came around to loving his giant, black snake. Jennie felt his massive cock getting hard and pushing into her back. Finally, Reggie’s fingers stopped and pulled out of her for a moment, giving Jennie a fleeting ray of hope. But after the brief pause, his strong hand grabbed hold of her French cut, lace panties by their waistband and tugged down. “Please wear a condom this time, Reggie. I might get pregnant,” Jennie pleaded as he laid her down in the bed. But Reggie replied with a nauseating smile, “Sorry Sweetie, I knows you can’t feel me as good with one of those on. Condoms just ain’t as intimate and I wants to make sure you cum for me.” Jennie despised feeling Reggie inside her. The thought of his grotesquely large penis snuggly in her vagina sharing sensations reserved for love, mixing body fluids that were supposed to be products of fondness – the ingredients for new life – sickened her. But the disgusting bastard had ways of persuasion she could not refuse. His cock, like a mighty piston, stroked in and out, up and down, back and forth, inside her oiled cylinder. Reggie hoped to ruin the white bitch by planting a black baby in her. “Please don’t cum in me this time. Take it out. I don’t want to get pregnant,” Jennie whined. It was useless. She felt Reggie’s familiar response in her susceptible cunt as he flooded it yet again with his rich cream. *************************************** After several months, Jennie’s once flat tummy started to bulge a little. “It looks like you’re putting on some weight,” Jim innocently mentioned when Jennie visited him in prison. He didn’t realize his wife was carrying another man’s baby. Jennie looked away and replied with a mixture of embarrassment and remorse in her voice, “Yea, I have to get to the gym and work out.” “You look great, Jen. You were too thin and needed to add a few pounds anyway,” Jim told her. Jennie looked into Jim’s eyes and nervously explained, I’m sorry Honey, but I won’t be able to visit you for a while. I’m going to help Gina, an old college roommate and friend who’s opening a restaurant in Chicago. I promise I’ll visit you as soon as I get back.” “How long will you be gone?” Jim inquired. “Not longer than 7 months,”Jennie cried. “I’m going to miss you Jim.” *********************************** Reggie adored watching the transformation – his black baby caused – in Jennie as her body prepared for motherhood. Her perky tits grew heavy and more sensitive, her pink areolas turned brown and her nipples became more pronounced, her flat belly swelled large like a beach ball and her belly button that had once been a cute little innie pushed out. If only her honky husband, Jim, could see how a Nigger ruined his previously nubile and devoted wife. When Reggie took Jennie to a clinic, the ultrasound revealed a wonderful surprise: twin boys. The babies growing within Jennie caused hormonal changes in the once devoted wife who previously would have never considered having an affair. Her mother instinct grew stronger and insecurity set in. She was pregnant by a black man – damaged goods, and she didn’t have a job. Her husband, who she had loved, was in prison for at least 10 more years. How would she provide for her children? Reggie was their daddy after all. Scared and alone, Jennie needed him. As the months passed, gradually Jennie bonded to the father of the babies developing inside her. “Ooooooooh, that feels good, Reggie,” Jennie cooed when he entered her from behind. “I want your big, black cock in my pussy. Ooooooooooh, I love you, baby,” she panted, turning her head back to kiss him. She wondered if all black men were this well endowed and as skillful in the art of lovemaking. Jennie became the compliant sexual partner – the white whore addicted to big, black cock – Reggie had wanted her to be now that she carried his babies. No longer needing to coerce sex from Jennie, Reggie sent word to the Black Brotherhood that Jim was fair game. 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