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The New Parishioner
by Gwen Holden (gwenholden@gmx.com)

***

A young wife is violently forced to fuck a black visitor 
during a storm. (MF, nc, rp, v, intr, wife, mast, oral, 
affair)

***

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

All houses of worship seemed to carry in their air that 
same musty smell Reggie found disheartening since his 
earliest childhood, of old prayer books and Bibles. His 
eyes beheld the large cross suspended from the ceiling 
above the preacher. 

A few months earlier Reggie had left a drug dealing 
operation located in a distant city and moved to this 
small rural community. The heat had come too close. He 
needed to hang low for a while and remain inconspicuous 
after the arrest of his associates.

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

Melissa's dress revealed a bosom that filled it nicely, 
not excessively; a narrow waist; a thin, athletic 
hourglass figure; and a tight, heart shaped ass. 

Reggie noticed Melissa accompany her husband to church 
every Sunday. Her face was an elixir of flaxen hair that 
descended past her shoulders in gentle waves; steely 
blue eyes, their color taken from heaven; a cute, round 
nose; a petite mouth with full lips; light, unblemished 
skin. 

It had been a while since Reggie tapped a nice white 
pussy. The Light of Christ Church seemed like the place 
to find some in this small community. Reggie enjoyed 
cultivating a taste for black cock in supercilious white 
women. 

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

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

"Peace," Reggie replied. He noticed Melissa's slight 
hesitancy to shake hands, her diamond engagement ring 
and wedding band giving him brief glimpses of rainbows 
in their sparkle. 

Blood rushed to Reggie's penis when he took Melissa's 
hand. As quickly as a teenage boy stealing a first kiss, 
he formed a very big and hard erection. Attractive young 
white women had that effect on him. His suit jacket 
helped conceal the horrific bulge in his pants Melissa 
caused yet failed to see. She had probably never fucked 
a black man before, Reggie surmised. 

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

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

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

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

Melissa's husband would be leaving her alone for three 
entire weeks. Reggie never missed an opportunity to get 
inside a married white woman's panties, and the good 
Reverend Doyle just revealed Reggie's next chance. 

A smile formed on Reggie's face from the good news. 
Attending church was not so bad after all. 

That autumn Sunday was Summer's last gasp. The church 
departed to an unusually mild sunlit afternoon — a 
joyous day bathed in amber that perfectly reflected 
Melissa's radiance. 

***

Bill's luggage packed with clothes, toiletries, and most 
importantly, a copy of the Bible, sat by the front 
doorway waiting as he perched on the sofa with Melissa 
and read a final verse of scripture to her before his 
departure. Matthew 25:35 — 25:40 seemed apropos given 
the nature of his upcoming trip to some impoverished 
village in the jungles of South America:

"For I was hungered, and you gave me meat: I was 
thirsty, and you gave me drink: I was a stranger and you 
took me in..."

Melissa heard Reverend Doyle's vehicle approaching up 
their long driveway from the main road as Bill finished 
the passage. Two years ago Bill and Melissa discovered 
Jesus. Their involvement with the church increased and 
it now occupied much of their lives. 

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

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

Reverend Doyle had invited both Bill and Melissa to join 
the mission to a small, poor village near Abancay in 
Peru, but Melissa did not want to spend three weeks 
battling insects in a third world country lacking 
civilized amenities. 

"I know, but winter is coming and someone needs to keep 
an eye on things around the house."

Melissa's slender figure and gorgeous face had caused 
heads to turn since her late teens, and still caused the 
same reaction now in her late twenties, garnering 
jealousy from a number of female parishioners. Bill 
hugged and kissed her goodbye. 

"I'll write," he said hopping into the front passenger 
side of the SUV beside Reverend Doyle. He hauled the 
heavy door closed with a thud and waved from the other 
side of the window as they pulled away.

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

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

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

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

***

Reggie Johnson went to the same church as Melissa and 
Bill, but secretly held a very different belief. He 
worshipped female flesh and sought a host to consecrate. 
It seemed as if an uncanny force protected Reggie. Over 
the years, he had sold illegal drugs and sexually 
assaulted women, yet he always avoided justice.

Isolated among the barren woods of late autumn, beneath 
a cold, dark, starless sky, Melissa's house sat. The 
wind whisked away puffs of smoke from the chimney and 
howled of an approaching storm. Reggie lurked among the 
dormant, grey trees with their branches twisted like 
elongated arthritic fingers.

Inside the house Melissa faced the fireplace. She sat 
languorously balled up at the end of the sofa as snow 
and sleet began pelting the windows. Bill was gone. For 
the first time in years, she was without him and alone. 
She decided to find some entertaining reading on her 
Kindle.

The lights flickered and went dark as the storm brought 
down a distant power line. In this remote area, cell 
phone coverage was spotty. Melissa could not get a 
signal from inside the house. 

She had firewood and decided to wait until the storm 
passed to go outside and call the power company. She 
longed for Bill to snuggle with and keep her warm and 
safe as she watched the flames dance in radiant yellow 
and orange brilliance that spilled tall, wavering 
shadows into the lonely room. 

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

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

The incessant pummeling on the door stopped.

"I'm Reggie Johnson, your neighbor from up the road. I'm 
stuck out here and need help, please," a voice that 
sounded vaguely familiar replied.

Melissa did not recognize the name, but the passage Bill 
had read to her earlier — "helping a stranger in need" — 
spoke to her now.

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

Melissa opened the door to an onslaught of wind and 
sleet and a flood of chill night air that instantly 
displaced the warmth inside the house and caused the 
flames in the fireplace to shudder. In the gloom, she 
did not recognize the gigantic, imposing figure standing 
at her doorway, "Come in." 

She moved aside, guardedly allowing the dark figure to 
pass and hurriedly shutting the door behind him. 

"The power's out," she explained, leading him with the 
poise of a ballet dancer from the shadowy hallway toward 
the warm fireplace. 

In light cast by the fire, Melissa recognized the figure 
covered in melting snow and ice that formed puddles 
beneath his galoshes. It was that huge black man who 
greeted her in Church the other day. 

He removed mitten-covered hands from the pockets of his 
dark blue ski jacket and appreciatively waved them above 
the genial flames. 

The uneasy feeling Reggie had given her in church 
returned, but she ignored her instincts. How could she 
turn him away in a dangerous storm and call herself a 
Christian? 

"What in heaven's name are you doing out on a night like 
this?" Melissa asked.

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

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

Melissa thought about the inappropriateness of a strange 
black man staying the night while her husband was away. 
But in good conscience, she could not refuse Reggie 
lodging if the storm continued raging, and answered 
sympathetically, "Well you can't go out with it storming 
like this. You'll freeze to death. Let me take your 
jacket to dry before you catch cold." 

She went to help him remove the backpack he was wearing 
so he could take off the jacket, but he stopped her.

"I've got it," Reggie said. "It's pretty heavy." 

He placed the backpack on the hardwood floor leaning it 
against the end of the sofa. 

Melissa hung his ski jacket over the back of a chair and 
left his galoshes by the fire to dry. 

With his puffy jacket off, Melissa noticed large muscles 
bulging beneath Reggie's shirt. She wondered what type 
of strenuous physical labor he performed to make them so 
big. 

Reggie was somewhat handsome, but she was married and 
not interested other men — especially black men. His 
strong facial structure looked like it had been sculpted 
in marble with smooth dark brown skin; short kinky black 
hair on top of his head; wet, black eyes like obsidian. 

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

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

Melissa minced her way to the kitchen nursing the 
fragile flame from a candle. 

When she left the room, Reggie leaned over to where his 
backpack sat next to the couch, silently retracted its 
zipper enough to slide his hand inside, and procured a 
vial he had brought for this special occasion. He 
hurriedly spiked her tea with a large dose of the clear 
liquid — the finest date rape formulation available. 

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

Reggie was zippering his backpack closed as Melissa 
returned with a glass of water. 

"My cell phone doesn't work in the house, but as soon as 
it lets up, we'll go outside and call someone to come 
help you." 

It was a tactful hint that she did not want him here any 
longer than necessary, and Reggie got it. "I don't think 
anyone will come out in this weather anyway. I'm really 
sorry for this inconvenience. I didn't know what else to 
do. Your house is the only place around for miles." 

Melissa returned to the other end of the sofa and sipped 
from the half-full cup. The cold gave the tea a slightly 
different, vaguely salty flavor, she thought, smacking 
her lips together and finishing the soupηon remaining. 

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

"About four months."

"Where are you from?"

Reggie paused a moment not wanting to reveal too much 
about himself and thinking about his answer. The less 
she knew about him the better. He lied and told her he 
was from Ashville. 

He decided to encourage the uncharacteristic 
garrulousness in her that the drug induced. "How about 
you?" 

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

Melissa chattered without noticing Reggie inching 
closer. He comfortably reclined and put his arm around 
her shoulders, his touch strangely redolent of her first 
loves, and smiled into her face as he adjusted an 
extremely large bulge in his pants. 

Melissa saw the curved outline of his immense manhood 
strain against the fabric, reach above his left hip, and 
practically pop out the waistband of his trousers. She 
realized something was wrong with her. She could not 
think straight anymore. She tried standing and almost 
fell before Reggie jumped up and caught her. 

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

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

"Get hands off. Let... go," she babbled, beginning to 
feel slightly nauseous and very groggy.

"Are you okay? What's the matter?" An out-of-place smile 
appeared on Reggie's face. "You're not feeling well, 
baby."

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

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

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

He returned to the living room with Melissa's phone and 
keys in his pockets, the phone charger and computer 
power cord in his hand. Melissa was gone and the front 
door left open as an invitation for cold, wind and 
sleet. 

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

He discovered Melissa slumped over the hood of her 
locked car. Her keys, along with her cell phone, were 
safely in his pockets. 

Snow covered Melissa. Wearing only her pajamas, she was 
soaked and freezing.

***

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

Reggie plopped her into bed, his immense cock hard and 
aching to bore into her tight cunt and soothe itself. 
First, he needed to treat Melissa's hypothermia. 

"We've got to get these wet pajamas off you right away." 

Reggie started unbuttoning her top. Several buttons flew 
off the garment in his haste to remove it. Melissa's 
fingers unsuccessfully fought to keep it fastened. Her 
gorgeous breasts and tight stomach appeared as Reggie 
ultimately succeeded in undoing the piece. 

"No, leave alone," she slurred, clutching the open, wet 
garment to her chest as he sat her up, it dangled open. 

He grappled it from her. Off Melissa's shoulders and 
down her arms the pajama top finally came with several 
hard tugs, Reggie tossing it from the bed. Her arm 
tremulously crossed over her chest concealing her 
nipples that had hardened from the cold. 

Reggie shoved her down. His fingers slid inside the 
waistbands of her pajama bottoms and panties and bunched 
them in his fists. He yanked fiercely. The sodden silk 
garments jerked from her hips came down her legs, and 
reunited with her top somewhere on the floor. Melissa 
lay naked on her back beneath him, arm covering her 
breasts, hand over her vagina, and shivers so severe the 
entire bed trembled. 

Reggie managed to undress himself while straddling 
Melissa, her body writhing beneath him. 

A glimpse in the shadows left Melissa doubting her own 
eyes. His penis could not really be that large. 

"This will get you warm." He grabbed her wrists and 
wrestled them above her head while resting his naked, 
muscular body on top of Melissa, sinking her into the 
mattress.

"Get off," Melissa groaned through clenched teeth. Her 
hands escaped his clutch and ineffectively pushed at his 
sides while her nipples poked into his chest.

The sensation of his monstrous penis pressing against 
her, its warmth and hardness reaching above her belly 
button, confirmed what she saw in the shadows. 

Melissa's body thawed from Reggie's warmth. The powerful 
drug calmed her and allowed her to drowse as he stroked 
her soft, flowing hair. 

The fragrance of lavender shampoo she had used earlier 
entered his nostrils. He nibbled up her neck inhaling 
the pleasant aroma and her nipples perked into him more. 
"That's it baby, let me keep you warm," Reggie 
whispered. 

The flames in the living room fireplace died and the 
temperature throughout the house dropped. He licked his 
fingers and reached between her legs.

As the candle in her room dimmed, Melissa's 
consciousness followed a similar course drifting toward 
delirium. For brief intervals she hallucinated in the 
darkness. Reggie became Bill, they shared tender moments 
and she stopped resisting. Reggie established footholds, 
extended boundaries, secured concessions, seized 
additional territory from her.

"Ooh, Bill, please," Melissa whimpered as Reggie culled 
her clitoris from her soft, silky folds and petted her 
tiny, pink friend — awakening it from dormancy into 
swollen arousal. Minutes later, realizing he was not 
Bill, she protested, "No, stop it!" Her fingers dug into 
Reggie's wrist and tried unsuccessfully to pull his hand 
away from her vagina. 

"Don't fight it!" Reggie thundered, viciously twisting 
her nipples and slapping her face. His strike stunned 
Melissa. He held her down and resumed masturbating her 
with less opposition. 

Melissa's hallucinations returned, her fidgeting 
subsided and brought him another opportunity. Reggie 
reached down to her inner thigh and coaxed one leg 
further from the other. His fingers parted her labia and 
exposed her pink membranes glistening with secretions. 
"That's it, baby, open up for me." 

His face descended to her pussy while his fingers 
stretched it wide open. 

Her warmth touched his face. The divine scent of female 
recently bathed with expensive soap formed a potpourri 
that reached his nostrils. He began licking the sweet 
nectar flowing from her. It washed his taste buds with 
delicious lust. 

Her pelvis undulated briefly. 

"Oh God, please don't," she cried, suddenly realizing 
this was not Bill. Bill never committed sinful sexual 
acts like cunnilingus. A strange man was performing oral 
sex on her! 

Her hands pushed against Reggie's nappy head, but his 
mouth fastened on her pussy. 

"Oh, please, Bill, oh, Bill, Bill!" she cried in stupor. 

Bill was not there to help her, but each time she 
repeated his name, phantasms of him returned in her 
mind, replacing the awful reality of Reggie raping her. 
Her shoves against Reggie's head diminished in force. 

Ultimately, Melissa's resistance completely waned, her 
hands came to gently rest on Reggie's scalp allowing him 
free reign. Reggie greedily ate out her pussy.

She had stopped fighting the oral sex. Reggie continued 
going down on Melissa, her genitalia in his mouth plump 
with arousal like luscious fruit ripened to pick beneath 
constant attention from an unrelenting summer sun. 

"Ooh, stop it Bill," she moaned, her hips spiraling in 
halfhearted attempts to escape his unusual behavior. 
"Ooh, not there... ah, you shouldn't... no, it's wrong." 

Reggie's mouth stayed with her gyrations, refusing to 
release her pussy from pleasurable torture.

Melissa briefly wondered about Bill's strange behavior. 
He never did this perverted act to her before, but it 
felt good. She became more engaged with it. 

The time arrived. The candle flame turned into a tiny 
bead and the room became almost completely dark. Reggie 
pushed his big fat cock against Melissa's entrance. He 
wanted to get inside her now, while she remained 
receptive — before her lucidity returned, her 
hallucinations passed, she realized he was not Bill and 
she resisted again. 

His penis greatly dwarfed Bill's, and her vagina had 
difficulty accommodating it. He pushed harder and harder 
until her soaked vaginal lips — ultra-receptive to 
stimuli from his oral attentions — stretched open 
enough, admitting the head of his cock. 

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

Her little white pussy was duped into accepting its 
first black cock.

"Oh, you feel so good, baby," Reggie exclaimed from the 
soothing relief of dipping his hard, aching cock into 
her tight, wet, silky cunt. This was the rich white 
reward for going to church and for all his patience, 
planning and persistence. "It's okay, baby, I'm in now. 
I'll go easy." 

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

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

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

Reggie's fleshy cock pulled Melissa's tightly stretched 
vaginal labia in the direction it travelled.

Beguiled into believing Reggie was her husband, she 
thought he felt very different tonight. But it seemed 
like ages since they had sex. Their love life diminished 
from when they first married. 

Bill's penis was now tremendously thicker and longer 
than she remembered. It took forever going all the way 
into her — so deeply, filling her completely — then 
backing almost all the way out. The sensations, unlike 
any she had ever experienced, became less unpleasant as 
her anatomy grudgingly adapted to a superiorly endowed 
partner.

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

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

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

Did her ears deceive her? "Big black cock... little 
white pussy?" Melissa wondered. Why would Bill say that 
to her? He never spoke that way or used those ugly, 
vulgar words. 

"Mmmm," Melissa moaned into his mouth, unworried at 
first, her hands sliding up to Reggie's head as they 
simultaneously fucked and French kissed. 

The nappy hair could not be Bill's — nor the incredible 
muscles, the gigantic body, and most disturbing of all, 
the huge piston working inside her. Melissa turned her 
head to get Reggie's tongue out of her mouth and break 
their deep kiss. 

"Please stop... get off me," she began to cry in heavy 
breaths, realizing she was having intercourse with 
someone else — a black man and not her husband.

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

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

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

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

It impressed Reggie how in spite of the kick-ass drug 
given to her, Melissa managed verbalizing her fragmented 
thoughts. The prospect of impregnating her had a 
perverse effect on him. 

Knocking-up a conceited white bitch like Melissa was an 
accomplishment. An unwanted pregnancy would permanently 
bond her to the black race through a child. It would 
make her love a perpetual reminder of Reggie and her 
rape.

From previous experience Reggie knew how well the 
compound he had given Melissa worked in women. In a few 
minutes her cooperation would return with fervor. 

"Don't worry. I'll take it out before I cum, baby," 
Reggie reassured her. 

His heinous act had progressed too far for too long, 
felt too good to both of them now and would run its 
course. 

"Ooh," Melissa gasped, his cock sawing in and out, 
rubbing a sweet spot beneath her clitoris never 
stimulated through intercourse for her before. It kept 
distracting her and she was unable to ignore it. Yet 
Melissa failed to understand the connection between the 
intense sensations she experienced and the size of 
Reggie's penis. She never had intercourse with a man 
even remotely this well-endowed. 

They needed to stop, but delirious and on an incredible 
high, Melissa briefly postponed resistance only to 
succumb to the drug again, once more confusing Reggie 
for her husband, Bill, and becoming completely absorbed 
performing the sexual act at hand with him. 

With Melissa's lucidity lasting no longer than flashes 
of lightning, an hour of passionate lovemaking quickly 
passed. Reggie's tongue explored every crevice in her 
mouth, his cock bored into her pussy practically 
visiting her cervix, and they repeatedly embraced while 
moaning to each other. 

"No, can't. Isn't right," Melissa suddenly babbled as 
she felt another orgasm approach and again recognized 
that Reggie was fucking her — not Bill. She remembered 
how she had wanted to stop Reggie earlier, and she 
resumed struggling beneath him. 

"Shhh, just relax. It's alright. No one will know and 
I'm going to take it out of you in a little while." 
Reggie calmed her somewhat until the drug kicked in 
again. He was intent on making her underfed, white pussy 
enjoy king sized chocolate cock all night long.

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

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

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

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

Melissa could only moan between heavy breaths in 
response. How could she do this and how could any decent 
man refer to this debasing act as love? She could never 
love any part of him, even if it felt like butterflies 
in her thighs and abdomen; like driving a car over the 
crest of a hill in steep descent; like ascending too 
fast and too high on a swing. 

She had never experienced multiple orgasms before, but 
extra-marital sex was horribly wrong and disgusting, 
especially with this black man. She despised Reggie for 
somehow seducing her and her body for betraying her. 

Despite Melissa's hatred for Reggie, she could not stop 
climaxing for him. She was unable to keep track, but 
Reggie counted her orgasm at least 12 times during her 
lengthy maiden ride on his big black cock before finally 
allowing himself to cum.

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

"Oh, baby, I'm going to cum in your pussy."

"No — take it out now."

The inertia was too great, like trying to stop a 
locomotive. Neither of them did anything to alter their 
physical course headed toward an explosive collision. 
Her wet pussy kept welcoming his returning cock with 
involuntary spasms as if trying to milk it. 

Like a geyser, his cock finally obliged her caucasian 
pussy, feeding it an abundance of potent negro jism.

"Oh, God — no, don't," she helplessly fretted beneath 
him, his penis and her vagina pulsating in unison from 
stimulating each other. "You're cumming in me."

Reggie remained on top of Melissa after they finished 
having sex. Again Melissa hugged him in delirium while 
minutes passed. She felt his big penis slowly turn 
flaccid inside her and his copious ejaculate begin 
oozing out of her overfilled vagina.

She remembered he was not Bill. 

"You need to go," Melissa mumbled, mispronouncing her 
words and still very high from the drug. Befuddled, her 
embrace from moments ago transformed into a tired, 
feeble resistance. She kept trying to push Reggie off 
her. 

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

Was she sick? Melissa recalled not feeling well and 
almost freezing to death outside in the snow. She still 
felt very strange and could not remember how they ended 
up together like this.

Reggie pulled Melissa's hair and shoved her face into 
his slimy penis. "Now suck my cock," he growled at her. 
She had never performed oral sex before. Such a dirty, 
sinful act — especially with a strange black man — 
repulsed her. It was horribly wrong, but a combination 
of pain, fear and inebriation left Melissa with no 
choice. 

After receiving oral sex for her first time, Melissa was 
about to learn how to perform it. In darkness, her mouth 
found Reggie's slimy shaft dripping with their slippery 
body fluids. 

She wanted to gag at first. It was as nasty as she had 
anticipated. But soon the drug made everything better. 
Somehow the flavors and even the repugnant act itself, 
became less distasteful to Melissa the longer she 
performed it on Reggie. As if by instinct, she started 
caressing and rolling his big heavy balls in her hand 
while sucking on his huge black penis. The darkness 
helped her forget that this was not her husband.

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

Reggie's cock was so large and hard, Melissa's lips 
strained around its head. Her hands ran up and down its 
shaft, as if it was a big, warm club of rigid flesh she 
held in them. The size of this penis seemed unreal. How 
did it fit inside her before? 

Melissa momentarily grasped that this was not her 
husband, Bill. She needed to make Reggie orgasm soon or 
he would likely fuck her again. That would be worse than 
the horrible thing she was already doing to him. She did 
not want his repulsive male organ in her vagina ever 
again.

Reggie noticed the improvement in Melissa's technique 
and realized that the white bitch was trying to make him 
cum so he would not fuck her. Her pussy needed another 
inoculation of big black cock, he thought. 

"That's good. I'm going to fuck you now." He pulled her 
by the hair, the head of his erect penis flopping from 
her mouth.

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

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

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

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

Although Melissa fought the primal urge Reggie replanted 
inside her, it grew anyway. The date rape drug he had 
given to her kept making her loose her train of thought 
and forget things. 

Her hands tightly gripped his strong shoulders. Her 
resistance weakened, her pelvis started imitating 
Reggie's motions, and her body began copulating with him 
again — the way nature intended.

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

"No, I don't want to. Stop it. Ooh, I can't. Ah, ah, 
ooh..." 

***

With more snow forecasted, an early morning achromatic 
light from an overcast sky crept in and gave the room an 
ashen aura. Although Melissa had resisted, drugging her 
last night had made it easier for Reggie to get into her 
panties, introduce her pussy to big black cock and begin 
planting a preference for it in her. 

He held her beneath his arm as she slept soundly, and in 
the light, he appreciated her delicate Caucasian facial 
features and her incredible female figure. She was still 
nude and his eyes feasted on her flawless body. His long 
dry spell had ended. He had taken another man's wife, 
this lovely young white woman last night. 

The house was cold without power or fire. Their only 
warmth came from each other beneath the blankets. 

How fatuous Bill had been with such an innocent, 
virtuous and gorgeous woman. He carelessly left his 
beautiful wife unprotected and isolated — an easy 
target. Reggie thought the fool's priorities were all 
wrong. 

Bill went to teach abstinence and morality in a faraway 
place to strangers, his absence an opportunity for a 
predator like Reggie to get to Melissa. 

With Bill gone, she was now Reggie's reluctant new 
partner. For the next three weeks, Reggie planned to 
make her rehearse lessons of adulterous self-indulgence 
with him — masturbation, oral sex and fucking a big 
black cock. He would make her have sex with him until he 
turned into a difficult habit for her to break. 

Ironically, Bill wasted his time and energy in Peru 
trying to convince natives to stop some of the same 
immoral sex acts his lovely wife, who he carelessly left 
alone and unguarded, would now unwillingly practice with 
a black man until she learned to like them. The Lord 
indeed worked in mysterious ways, Reggie thought.

Melissa's eyes fluttered open in the late afternoon from 
a sleep so deep she was unsure of the day or her 
location at first. Her mind was blank to the preceding 
night due to the date rape drug. Reggie Johnson was in 
her bed. 

They were both naked, his arm around her, his hand 
cupping her breast. In a daze, she watched his black 
fingers play with her stiff nipple, as pink and firm 
between them as an eraser on the end of a pencil — 
twirling it around and keeping it erect. "Mmmm," she 
mumbled dreamily, taking no action to stop him 
initially. 

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

Reggie always enjoyed this special moment when the drug 
started wearing off and lucidity began returning in his 
victim, each woman reacting differently to her apparent 
promiscuous behavior the preceding night. 

"Wait a minute," Reggie blasted refusing to budge. "You 
invited me to stay with you because of the blizzard, 
don't you remember? You became feverish and ran outside 
in your pajamas. 

"I found you in the freezing cold, soaked and suffering 
hypothermia. I saved your life by bringing you inside, 
taking your wet clothes off and warming you. We both got 
carried away — you as much as me. Now you're treating me 
badly and blaming me for something you wanted?"

Melissa remembered only fragments of the previous 
evening through the foggy haze filling her brain: 
speaking with Reggie, feeling nauseous, freezing outside 
in the cold — but most disturbing, his huge black penis 
and repeated intercourse with him. She could not 
recollect when or how the sex began, but horribly 
graphic visions of their nightlong intimacy replayed in 
her mind like glimpses of hardcore adult video clips 
featuring the two of them. 

Melissa sat up in the bed and brought her hand over her 
eyes in embarrassment and disbelief. She never did 
anything like this before. She was married. How could 
she do this with another man — a strange black man? She 
did not even find black men attractive.

Melissa prayed Reggie had used condoms with her, and 
reached down under the blanket. Her fingers found what 
she feared: the crusty residue of his dried semen all 
over her body — on her tits and stomach and most 
alarming of all, in her tiny patch of neatly trimmed 
pubic hair. She silently wondered in horror how many 
times she committed adultery with him during the night.

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

"You need to leave now." 

"You're still feverish. I'm not leaving you in this 
weather. Besides, I don't want to end our relationship," 
he replied with a grin. He was determined to finish 
cultivating the latent preference for big black cocks in 
her he knew all white women possessed. With enough 
grooming Melissa would acquire a ferocious appetite. He 
had seen it occur many times before in white women. "My 
cock is hard again and needs more relief."

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

Mistaking her persistent high for illness, Melissa 
emerged from the bed. With the blanket wrapped around 
her she headed toward the chiffonier for clothes to 
wear. 

She noticed her wet pajama bottoms and torn panties 
wadded together on the floor, and her pajama top, 
missing a few buttons, a distance away. 

Melissa tried clearing her head, but had difficulty 
thinking clearly with date rape compound still in her 
bloodstream. She did not feel well. Did this disgusting 
pig tear the garments off her, haphazardly toss them and 
force himself on her? Or did they have consensual sex? 

She could not remember what happened between them last 
night, but what explained the torn panties, the missing 
buttons and her clothes strewn about the room this way?

None of this made any sense to Melissa. Where was her 
phone? She needed to find her phone and call the police 
if he refused to leave.

Melissa's contemptuousness angered Reggie. He needed to 
distract her before the date rape drug wore completely 
off and her scattered thoughts cleared. With her 
cognitive abilities still impaired, it was the best 
moment to make his move. 

He sprung from the bed and jerked the blanket off her as 
she rummaged through her dresser with her back toward 
him.

Stripped of her protective covering, Melissa whipped 
around and glowered at Reggie a moment. "Get out of my 
house now or I'll call the police," she blustered as 
they stood facing each other nude. 

His eyes raked her perfectly curved body the same way 
they did when he first met her in church, but this time 
her lack of clothing left her completely exposed to his 
devouring stare. He took in all her beauty — nicely 
toned muscles beneath smooth, unblemished skin, a face 
and figure worthy of a Playboy centerfold. 

A moment passed before Melissa realized their nakedness 
and her vulnerability, her eyes wandering down his flat 
stomach with its ripped abs and then descending lower to 
his impossible manhood. 

Reggie's grotesquely large penis had actually been 
inside her. It sickened her to look at it hanging from 
him like a fire hose. He belonged in a freak show. How 
could something that huge be human or fit inside any 
woman? It was as large as a horse's cock. 

She gaped in disbelief and could not take her eyes off 
his penis. It was not even erect and it looked so big. 
How did she possibly have intercourse with him last 
night?

Melissa did not know it yet, but she was not contacting 
the police or anyone else because he had already taken 
her cell phone and the power cord to her computer. And 
she was not going anywhere either — except back in bed 
for another fuck session — because he had taken her car 
keys as well. 

From the back of her head, he twisted her beautiful 
flaxen hair in his fist and pulled tightly, causing her 
head to tilt backwards as his other hand squeezed her 
neck. 

"I see you looking at my cock, girl, but I don't think 
you understand the seriousness of our relationship," 
Reggie spit into her terrified eyes. "You should have 
thought about things before you came on to me last night 
— told me how lonely you were and how much you wanted 
me. We banged a bunch of times and you loved it. You 
came like crazy on my big black cock. That makes us fuck 
buddies. 

"You don't get to abruptly end things with me now 
because you got what you wanted and feel like it. I'll 
decide when our little affair is over, and it won't be 
anytime soon. I think you're a stuck up white bitch that 
likes to tease black men and needs to get fucked by a 
nigger." 

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

His strike caused Melissa to see streaks of light, as 
she stood stunned. "You started this relationship and 
I'm your boyfriend now. Do you want to fuck your nigger 
boyfriend some more?" he sadistically asked forcing her 
head to nod in reply. "Of course you do. Good girl — 
you're going to learn quickly to like having your new 
boyfriend's big black cock stuffing your tight white 
pussy," he answered. 

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

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

Reggie eagerly inspected her beautiful pussy in 
daylight. Its intricate folds and coloration were 
obscured by shadow the previous night. 

Aside from a very thin patch of shortly trimmed pubic 
hair, her vagina was completely bald, exactly the way 
Reggie liked girls. He ran his fingers through her soft 
labia and spread them, revealing a delightful pink 
matching her nipples — and her most sensual part, there 
for her to experience his touch. 

Delicately, he culled her clitoris. 

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

Melissa closed her legs cutting off Reggie's access to 
her special spot.

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

He straddled Melissa with his back towards her face and 
her thigh tucked in his arm to prevent it from re-
closing. He played with her pussy. 

"No," Melissa managed hoarsely spitting out while 
slapping at his back with absolutely no effect. She fell 
on her pillow frustrated while he continued manipulating 
her clitoris. "No, please stop it," she cried shaking 
her head side to side. 

If only something was in reach to smash over his skull. 

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

"Please, stop touching it," Melissa whimpered. 

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

"You want me to stop touching it?" Reggie inquired as 
the involuntary undulations in her hips gradually 
increased in frequency and force from his unrelenting 
strokes. "That's right. It's going to feel good even if 
you don't want it to."

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

Reggie stopped masturbating Melissa and changed 
position. 

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

Reggie heard little of what Melissa said, answering with 
silence and a smile as he climbed between her legs and 
lined up his cock with her opening. Only two reptilian 
thoughts circulated in his brain, obscuring all else, 
"Gotta fuck this fine white pussy real good. Gonna spoil 
it so bad until she wants big black cock only."

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

Melissa and Bill had been trying to have a child. 
Because of Bill's low sperm count, it had been difficult 
for Melissa to conceive with him. Unfortunately, Bill 
had fallen down on the job with her and Reggie now rose 
to the occasion.

"You were married last night and it wasn't wrong then. 
Don't worry, I'll take it out before I cum." The brown 
bulbous head of his penis adjoined her moist pink 
opening and high voltage sparked as their genitals 
touched. 

The date rape drug turned Melissa's memory into Swiss 
Cheese. The numerous times Reggie had already filled her 
pussy with potent Negro sperm after promising to 
withdraw were part of the many holes in her 
recollection. She only vaguely remembered last night and 
their repeated intercourse as glimpses at someone else's 
perverse intimacy and not her own. 

Melissa panicked anyway. She had to say something to 
stop him. "N-n-no, please, Reggie, I'll do anything 
else. You're too big for me." 

"Sorry, baby, nothing else will do. I wasn't too big for 
you last night. Once you got used to my big black cock, 
you loved it. You kept saying how good it felt. You're 
gonna get used to it again because I've got to have your 
pussy some more."

"Put on a condom then..."

Melissa could not believe the words leaving her mouth. 
She had to say something to stop him, but did she 
actually just ask him to wear a condom for her? How 
little that would do to make this better and how 
ridiculous it sounded, like she was agreeing to do this 
with him again, she thought. 

She was a married Christian woman and sex with anyone 
besides her husband was adultery. She would never 
consent to having intercourse with him, but had she 
already done so and forgotten? 

"I don't have any; never use them. It's not as intimate 
wearing them. Besides, don't you remember telling me 
last night how good my cock felt in your pussy without a 
rubber? You said you didn't care that I wasn't wearing 
one — that it felt better that way. I want us to feel 
the magic of each other again baby — not latex."

Even the straws Melissa tried grasping remained out of 
her reach. Reggie's words sunk into her brain, for a 
second sounding vaguely familiar but unlike her own. Did 
she really say all those things to him last night? 

Her eyes opened widely staring fearfully into his; her 
mouth gaped in disbelief and her hands tightly gripped 
his broad shoulders trying to hold him away and as if 
bracing for a horrific auto accident. He was pushing 
into her and all Melissa could think about was if by 
some remote chance Bill might have condoms somewhere in 
the house for this disgusting black man to use with her. 

It was too late for condoms, her hope futile. Her slick 
vaginal membranes, populated with receptive nerves, 
announced the humongous unsheathed intruder stretching 
them, snugly yet smoothly sliding against them. 

To her chagrin, Melissa felt Reggie's enormous black 
cock, in its entirety, completely open her the way he 
wanted — without any barrier protection. With her hands 
still uselessly gripping his shoulders, she kept her 
elbows locked to prevent him from settling on top of 
her. 

Reggie's weight grew heavier the longer she held him 
off. Her arms became fatigued. 

With Reggie coming to rest on top of her, Melissa's 
hands finally abandoned his shoulders and franticly 
sought a strategic place to push him away. The search 
proved fruitless as he drilled further into her. 

"Please, don't."

"Oh, yea, your tight white pussy feels so good." Reggie 
had acquired a throbbing erection while masturbating 
Melissa, which her silky cunt was now soothing for him.

Melissa did not want to believe he was inside her, that 
a black man with an absurdly large penis was fucking her 
— again. Her contempt grew especially for Bill. If she 
became pregnant with Reggie's child it would be Bill's 
fault for leaving her alone and vulnerable. Bill had let 
this happen to her.

"Oh, oh, no," she softly cried each time his huge black 
dick sunk back into her. 

Her pussy stretched for Reggie's cock. His thrusts 
pulled its labia in and out, giving her a combination of 
fading discomfort and piercing pleasure unlike anything 
she had experienced with Bill. Was this why she had sex 
with him multiple times last night? This was all wrong. 
She hated what Reggie was doing to her. Why was it 
starting to feel good? "No, Reggie, take it out now," 
she pleaded. "Please take it out of me."

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

He repulsed her, expecting her to orgasm for him on top 
of everything else. Melissa refused to go that far but 
found herself dragged there anyway — his long, fat cock 
rubbing so many sensual nerves in her vagina, including 
the extra sensitive sweet spot underneath her clitoris, 
as he fucked her. 

"I can't!" Melissa cried in confusion, her eyes glassy 
with tears. She hated him; she wanted his cock out of 
her, but it kept feeling better...

"No, Reggie, you said you would take it out now," she 
mewled, her nipples poking into his chest, her pussy 
squeezing his cock, her hands gliding up his muscular 
back. Caught in multiple orgasms, she seemed to forget 
her opposition at times and even fucked back just a 
little. 

The bed squeaked rapidly and loudly enough to be heard 
throughout the house. At times Melissa's cries seemed 
almost like erotic moans that increased in volume. 
Fortunately, no one was present for this sordid chorus. 
"Ooh, ah, ah, oh, nah, ooh, no Reggie. Please take it 
out of me."

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

"Oh, please don't!"

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

"Mm mph," Melissa tried protesting. His big black cock 
relentlessly pumped into her — and then his warm semen 
flooded her pussy once more...

Melissa spent the entire day with Reggie as his captive, 
mostly in her bed. Presently underneath him again, the 
lingering effects of the date rape drug had finally worn 
completely off and she recovered from her mystery 
illness. 

Without drug induced euphoria, the full horror of what 
she actually did with him became increasingly clearer. 
How did she allow this to happen? 

Melissa's memory refused to cooperate. When and how they 
became intimate remained stubbornly absent from her 
recollection. 

"I'm gonna cum, baby."

She lost count how many times the disgusting animal had 
already made this exact same announcement and ejaculated 
inside her. "Oh God, take it out this time! Don't cum in 
me again!" 

The weight of Reggie's gigantic muscular body 
unexpectedly lifted off her. She looked down between her 
legs and watched his long, fat penis pull completely out 
of her vagina. His cock was soaking wet. 

He did not cum inside her this time. She felt relieved 
and strangely grateful to him. 

Reggie straddled her, holding his hard black dick in his 
hand like a heavy piece of iron pipe and jerking on it. 
She had not seen a man do this to himself and could not 
stop watching in repugnance. 

His horrible penis suddenly spit at her, warm, slimy cum 
unexpectedly shooting into her hair, her eye and on her 
lips before her hands shielded her face from additional 
spurts. She felt his goo continue showering her tits and 
land in her belly button. 

The sperm shower ended. Melissa lowered her hands from 
her face while he rubbed her nipples and tits with his 
slippery semen. She had never seen so much ejaculate 
before. His thumb scooped out the puddle of spunk 
filling her belly button.

"Open your mouth."

"No, please — it's disgusting," she cried, her eyes red, 
puffy and overflowing with tears.

He grabbed her hair and pulled as if trying to uproot a 
crop of weeds."You didn't want me to cum in your pussy. 
Open your Goddamn mouth, now!"

A glob of Reggie's semen glistened on his thumb. Sore 
and exhausted from uselessly fighting him all day, 
Melissa allowed him to put it in her mouth.

"That's right, clean it all off and swallow."

Her face looked like it was going to break from 
revulsion as she obeyed his directions. His spunk was 
like an oyster on her tongue. 

He wiped up jism remaining on Melissa's face with his 
fingers and fed all of it to her. 

"That's a good girl. You gonna learn to like how it 
tastes." 

***

Days had passed and snow still fell outside. Reggie and 
Melissa sat naked on the sofa next to each other in 
front of the cold, flameless fireplace filled with ash. 

The power only recently returned. They had run out of 
firewood, but until now kept warm sharing body heat — 
along with body fluids — that Melissa desperately tried 
to avoid exchanging with him.

"I want my phone back," Melissa commented almost 
emotionlessly as she sat in the nude with his arm around 
her shoulders staring at the dark fireplace as if there 
were flames in it. Her jaw ached from where he had 
slapped her earlier. 

Faint bruises covered her breasts where he had pinched 
them and her buttocks where he had spanked her. When she 
fought his advances, she suffered beatings that resulted 
in intercourse with him anyway. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes you do, baby. You white girls can't get enough big 
black cock."

Her head shimmied as she tried holding back and he 
pulled her towards him. She hated oral sex, but 
especially with him. It was sinful, perverted and 
disgusting. Yet over the past three days they had 
performed it on each other multiple times daily. 

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

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

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

"That's better," he said looking down at her blond hair 
and easing up on the force he had been applying. He held 
her head and began gently rubbing her smooth back with 
his other hand. 

"You see how much better it is if you don't resist me? 
How nice it is to suck on a big black cock? I don't want 
to hurt you. I'll love you and treat you nice if you 
treat me nice." 

"Uh-huh," Melissa moaned, her mouth filled with his cock 
again. She loathed him and his disgusting phallus. She 
would never enjoy sucking on it. 

Like a flag on a pole, her head rose higher as his organ 
enlarged and hardened, ultimately its glans barely 
fitting in her mouth and making her cheek bulge. The 
side of her face soon rested above his stomach near his 
chest. 

Her hands held his towering penis at its base while she 
ran her tongue and lips along its shaft — licked its 
smooth, sensitive helmet the way he had taught her. 
Forced for days to suck his cock, and harshly corrected 
when she sometimes did it incorrectly, she became 
increasingly better at something she supposedly did not 
like. 

She gently rolled his big heavy balls, which felt warm 
and soft, in her fingers. The sound of her lips smacking 
together, like someone impolitely eating with their 
mouth open, filled the room.

"Make sure you swallow all of it this time," Reggie 
warned. "Don't waste any of it." 

She followed his cue, put her lips around the glans of 
his penis again, and pumped its shaft. 

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

She hated sucking on his gigantic black cock, but he 
might hurt her if she didn't do it right. 

"Oh, yea, doesn't that taste good?" Reggie asked as 
Melissa pumped his penis while gulping down more 
disgusting cream spurting from it.

"Mhmm," she moaned working his colossal black shaft with 
her hand, the head of his cock still in her mouth. She 
had to milk and swallow every last drop from him before 
stopping. 

When he finished she retreated to the other end of the 
sofa, the taste of his semen lingering in her mouth. She 
did not understand how he could make so much jism. He 
had already fed her his cum twice this morning and she 
swallowed several more mouthfuls now. 

Melissa wondered how a man could be this virile, produce 
so much semen and practically not need a refractory 
period.

Drinking Reggie's testosterone-filled semen for days 
changed Melissa, but she failed to notice it. Although 
she resisted, the taste was slowly becoming more 
tolerable, and the act of performing oral sex on him 
less revolting to her.

Reggie rose from the couch. Melissa's eyes raked his 
black muscular body towering over her, landing on his 
thick, long flaccid cock, now temporarily satiated, 
hanging pendulously in front of her. 

"What you're doing to me is wicked and despicable to 
God, Reggie. You're hurting me and angering Him. You 
need to stop this and repent." 

Melissa found it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes 
off his incredibly large penis. It began looking less 
offensive to her, perhaps even a tinge appealing. "You 
can still save your soul."

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

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

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

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

She appeared angelic to Reggie. He was determined to 
completely spoil her pussy and make her cum until all 
the virtue remaining in her was defeated. "Are you going 
to forgive me?" he asked. 

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

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

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

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

"Ow! Oh God, no," Melissa cried rubbing her face as he 
began to masturbate her. She hated him. He had no right 
touching her clitoris, making it sensitive, making her 
more responsive to his loathsome and immoral acts. 
"Don't touch me there," she blubbered. 

Slouched on the sofa, she looked down between her opened 
legs and helplessly watched a revolting yet increasingly 
familiar sight — her clitoris becoming bigger and firmer 
between his fingers.

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

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

She reluctantly became wet and so did the cross he took 
off the wall. He inserted the end of it in her pussy and 
gently used it in her while fingering her clit. He 
wanted to humiliate her — distance her from God by 
making this as sensuous as possible for her. 

"Let's pray," he mocked. "Lord, Jesus, please help my 
girlfriend, Melissa, enjoy adultery with her nigger 
boyfriend and cum for him. Thank you Lord — Amen." 

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

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

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

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

Reggie sat beside her on the sofa and she glanced at his 
horrendously large penis. He had acquired another 
erection and it was big and hard again — like a huge 
over-ripe plantain. How could he keep going like this? 
He could not be human, she thought. 

He suddenly grabbed her arm, his fingers digging into 
her flesh.

"No, let me go!" Melissa yelped.

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

She knew what he wanted — he had made her do it to him 
like this previously — and it was so degrading. No, she 
could not do it again. 

When she resisted him before, however, he hit her and 
then fucked her hard for an extra long time. Fighting 
him again would only mean more pain, more bruises, and 
an identical outcome. 

She realized it would be better to just do this with him 
now and get it over with sooner. Even though she did not 
want to have more intercourse with him, there was really 
no way of avoiding it. 

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

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

"I can't... no!" Her hands gripped Reggie's shoulders.

Reggie wrapped his arm around her petite waist, reached 
down and fumbled with his gigantic charcoal penis as if 
it was the wrong key he tried fitting into a lock — her 
lock where it absolutely did not belong. 

Finally, the head of his behemoth cock found her pink, 
wet slit. She felt him parting her lips —slipping his 
cock inside her.

"No, don't. Why are you making me do this?" Melissa wept 
in frustration with this horrible black man's insanely 
large penis entering her vagina again. How long would 
this monster continue tormenting her?

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

"Ow, ow, it hurts," Melissa groaned, his huge black cock 
sliding further into her — the tumblers of her lock once 
again conforming for his wrong key. Even after three 
days of frequent intercourse with him, she still felt 
his penis opening her, filling her — and her pussy 
stretching to accommodate it. 

"Nice and easy," Reggie cooed. "That's it, baby — you'll 
get used to it again soon and start liking it." 

He sickened her. He was not her husband and she did not 
want to get used to it again or like it. Warm, salty 
tears running down her face landed on Reggie's shoulder 
and muscular chest, like the first drops of a summer 
shower. 

With his assistance, she slowly began moving her pussy 
up and down his cock while weeping. "No — please stop 
making me do this with you. It's wrong. I'm married and 
I can't commit adultery." 

"Shush, it's not that bad. I can tell you're starting to 
like it. You're getting so wet, baby. Oh, yeah, that 
feels incredible, girl." 

Her tears subsided but she still loathed him. She hated 
having his abnormally huge cock inside her and giving it 
pleasure. Worst of all, she despised the pleasure his 
obscenely big penis began giving her.

She was indeed growing use to it again just as Reggie 
had predicted, and began acquiring rhythm in spite of 
her hatred for him. More and more, with momentum 
building, she found herself unable to stop riding him. 

She rose up intent on dismounting his long, fat penis — 
yet each time, not quite far enough. His thick, lengthy 
meat, imbedded deeply inside her, was a hurdle too high 
to overcome with his strong hands holding her ass and 
checking her movement. 

Instead of dismounting his skyscraper of masculinity, 
she kept sliding back down it instead, taking all of him 
back inside her. 

"Doesn't that big black cock feel good now?” Reggie 
asked. 

Its depth inside her left Melissa speechless and her 
mouth gaping. While she reluctantly fucked him, she 
bitterly stared into his cold, dark eyes that looked 
like obsidian, and briefly noticed they reflected no 
light. They were empty eyes like those of a shark — 
heartless and predatory. 

She abhorred doing this with Reggie. But he forced her 
to betray her husband, her vows of faithfulness, and 
join to him. He made her surrender physical intimacy 
that bordered her soul, sensations that actually touched 
it, and she detested him for it. Yet her body began 
giving him a much different response.

"Uh, ah, ah, oh, ah, ah, no," she mewled.  Her arms 
reached around his neck for further support and she 
pulled close against him.   Her pink pussy travelled up 
and down his dark black dick it made wet and shiny like 
a dipstick removed from motor oil.

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

"Oh, God, no," she cried turning her head to the side in 
embarrassment to avoid his eyes. Her hold around his 
neck involuntarily tightened, her pussy began to spasm 
and an obnoxious grin formed on his face. 

Her taut wet cunt gracefully slid up and down on his 
thick, dark shaft in a steady, uninterrupted tempo — 
almost like that of a metronome — hardly requiring his 
oversight.

"Oh, you feel so good, baby.  You’re so tight and 
silky.”

"Oh, oh, no, please don't make me. Ooh, ah, uh, nah, 
oh." 

"That's, it baby. Keep working your pussy like that. Oh 
yeah, I love how it feels inside you."

He was a sick, perverted animal, Melissa thought. She 
hated him, yet he was inside her. She had always been 
faithful to Bill until Reggie tore that precious 
fidelity away from her like a heartless thief. 

This demented black man forced her to experience every 
single inch of his monster penis visiting uncharted 
depths of her womanhood. 

The truth was horrible. Reggie had stolen far more 
intimacy from her in their short time together than she 
had ever shared with Bill. Reggie's horrendous cock 
caused such intense physical feelings deep inside her 
she did not welcome from him yet was powerless to stop. 

"Oh," Melissa softly moaned, involuntarily hugging him 
even tighter, her soft firm breasts pressing harder 
against his chest while she fucked him.

"Oh, yeah, baby. See how much your pussy wants that big 
black nigger cock now?"

"Oh, God, please — no. I hate it and I hate you," 
Melissa cried into his muscular shoulder unable to stop 
committing this disgusting, immoral act on him. He might 
hit her again if she stopped — if she somehow managed 
slipping his ungodly long penis from her vagina before 
he finished, she rationalized to herself. 

How could her body betray her like this? Her hips stuck 
on autopilot repeated a perverted dance with him. Her 
pussy enthusiastically lubricated his black cock and 
seemed to welcome the colossal invader more 
affectionately than her own husband's penis. 

She was an arrogant, high-class white bitch who grew 
less inclined to ever seek help or have him prosecuted 
with each orgasm he gave to her, Reggie thought. She was 
the type of white woman he enjoyed bringing down by 
making her fuck big black dick repeatedly, instilling in 
her an insidious appetite for well-hung dark meat. 

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

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

Naked and holding her legs tightly together in a moot 
attempt at modesty, Melissa sat on the sofa and silently 
stared at the useless items in her hand. 

The roads were icy and snowed in, so where would she 
drive? The phone was out of charge and did not work in 
the house. Reggie kept the charger and she could not get 
outside without drawing his attention anyway. 

And even if she could get outside without Reggie 
noticing, whom would she call and what would she say? 
This was a small town where everyone talked about each 
other. They would all learn every flagitious detail of 
what Reggie did to her and what he made her do to him. 
She would become the subject of gossip and malicious 
lies. 

What would Bill think of her if he ever learned of all 
the disgusting things she did with this black man and 
how much she came on his big penis? 

What Reggie was doing to her was awful, but the 
embarrassment of other's knowing of it was far worse. 
Fear and shame led Melissa to inaction and her further 
spiral downward.

***

The snow outside was thawing. Her bruises from not 
cooperating those first days started fading with her 
improved compliance. Melissa began finding Reggie less 
unpleasant and her situation with him more bearable — 
similar to if he had forced her to smoke cigarettes with 
him until she finally stopped coughing and began 
acquiring the unwanted habit herself. 

Although she still eagerly waited for the snow to 
completely melt so he would leave, her anticipation for 
Reggie’s departure lost some of its desperation.

From his days recruiting innocent girls as prostitutes, 
some from good families with proper upbringing, Reggie 
knew the longer a “nice” girl practiced a vice with 
someone, the less distasteful it became for her — even 
in the case of a young, faithful wife like Melissa. 

This was all part of his plan. The more he made Melissa 
commit adultery with him — increasing the salaciousness 
of their sex acts each time — the more comfortable she 
became doing it. Snowed in together and with her husband 
away for three weeks, Reggie had the opportunity and 
time that he needed to work on her. 

It was an unusually cold fall even for this northern 
climate, and it had taken a week for the snow to start 
melting. Meanwhile, the consequences of Melissa's 
failure to seek help and escape Reggie's molestations 
multiplied, the sex with him becoming progressively more 
depraved and her thoughts of Bill more infrequent. 

Reggie's constant pursuit of physical gratification with 
Melissa left her with minimal concentration for anything 
else. Today the sky stayed cloudy and the day gloomy 
with rain, but Melissa had little time to notice the 
weather outside.

She slipped from their bed late this morning while 
Reggie apparently slept. Exhausted, Melissa wandered 
into her shadowy kitchen wearing only panties and a bra. 
Reggie had kept her awake most of the night having all 
kinds of sex, as he had done with her every night for 
the past week. 

Severe sleep deprivation made her thoughts as cloudy as 
the weather outside and she was unaware of Reggie's 
presence behind her.

Reggie had quietly followed Melissa, admiring her 
shapely ass and how sexy her sleek body appeared in 
undergarments. 

Suddenly his arm wrapped around her narrow waist and 
Melissa realized the short time away from him was 
already over. She turned around.

Reggie observed how tired she looked, how successfully 
he had worn her down. But more work remained for him to 
perform on her. "What you doing here, baby? Why did you 
leave me all alone in the bed?"

Melissa silently stared back at Reggie somewhat dazed. 
He was naked and held her securely in his arms. His hard 
cock jabbed her stomach. She realized what he wanted and 
tried pulling away from his hug, but her firm ass bumped 
into the table behind her. 

"Come on, baby, let's get these panties and bra off you. 
You know how hard my cock is when I wake up in the 
morning. You gotta help relieve it for me."

"No, I don’t want to do it anymore with you.” 

Their sex yesterday lasted all night and seemed to stop 
only a short while ago, yet Reggie was already hard and 
starting with her again. Her hands pushed against solid 
muscles bulging from his chest, and she arched backward 
over the table trying to escape his embrace.   The head 
of his huge black penis still stabbed her tummy like the 
end of a hot poker. 

His arm stayed fastened around her thin waist while his 
other hand slid into the front of her panties and pulled 
them downward. 

"No, not here. I don't want to do it with you again, 
Reggie."

"Yes you do, baby. You know how much you like cumming on 
black cock. It's gonna feel so good for you. Don't start 
fighting it again. It won't help you any."

She struggled some, but with a little effort her bra and 
panties came off anyway.

"No, I really don't like doing it with you. Stop it."

He lifted her up, set her on the edge of the table and 
pushed her legs open.

Reclined on her elbows, she looked up at him and 
desperately searched his lust-filled eyes for a spark of 
compassion. His stare remained transfixed on the lower 
part of her body though, and she felt his fingers 
spreading her delicate lips. Embarrassingly, her vagina 
had already moistened for him.

“Damn, your pussy be dripping wet for more black cock, 
baby."

"No — stop touching me."

"Yes, baby.   We gonna give this pretty pussy of yours 
what it wants and make it feel real good some more.  
You’re saying ‘no’ right now, but you gonna be loving 
this big black cock again in no time.” 

“No, I don’t want that anymore!”

Yes you do, girl.  Quit your lying.”

Reggie believed the clitoris was an Achille’s Heel for 
most women, and he knew how to exploit it.  While much 
smaller than a penis, its enormous concentration of 
nerves was capable of producing such intense pleasure 
for females that it usurped their freewill. 

Melissa was female and he knew how to gain her reluctant 
cooperation.  It would only take a few moments to make 
her ‘no’ mean ‘yes’ again.

His thumb paid special tribute to her clitoris — 
attention he knew her sensitive little organ grew 
particularly fond to from previous responses.   And he 
slowly returned his gigantic penis into her snug vagina.  
He disregarded her protests, like she was a longtime 
girlfriend that belonged to him.

After all, it was time for her feeding again — more 
grade ‘A’ black cock for her fine Caucasian pussy while 
he worked her love button to really spice things up for 
her.  Unfortunately for some white women like Melissa, 
preference for king-size chocolate penis was a taste 
they acquired stubbornly and slowly. 

But Melissa’s tiny vagina experienced his humongous cock 
more like brown sugar on the tongue each time he fucked 
her.  Although she truly did not want to like it, Reggie 
began cultivating a sweet tooth between her legs for the 
huge hunk of dark meat he kept giving to her.

She absolutely did not want anymore sex with him. But he 
was doing it to her again anyway, this time on the edge 
of her kitchen table. His cock began the long, leisurely 
journey deep into her birth canal while his thumb 
maintained a tight orbit around her clit.

"No, Reggie — I said stop it — not here."

"Oh, yes baby, right here. You want this. You're soaked. 
I love putting my hard cock in your tight pussy. Doesn't 
that feel good going inside you? You starting to like 
big black cock?" 

The intense sensations began to hijack Melissa's 
thoughts — his penis going so deeply inside her, his 
thumb’s narrow course softly brushing her clitoris. He 
kept asking her if it felt good, if she liked black cock 
— cooing horribly filthy things non-stop while sexually 
assaulting her. 

But yes, it felt good to Melissa — too good. Could that 
mean she liked it and liked him? She experienced more 
guilt and confusion. Reggie did lewder things to her 
each day, that caused her body to involuntarily respond 
and humiliatingly orgasm for him. 

Her elbows hesitantly collapsed beneath her, placing 
Melissa completely on her back. Why was she even 
thinking this way? She detested him and everything he 
did to her. 

A long serrated meat knife sitting on the counter just a 
couple of feet away from Melissa had tempted her, but 
she lacked the fortitude to grab it and stab Reggie. 

She briefly thought about sinking that knife right into 
Reggie's gut while shouting that she hated him and his 
big black cock, but a power he possessed over her grew 
stronger and became harder to fight the longer they 
stayed together.  

His thumb and penis working in concert kept monopolizing 
her attention, drawing her thoughts away from the knife 
and quickly focusing them on Reggie’s activity between 
her legs that upstaged everything else.

What a lovely scene, Reggie thought.  He triumphantly 
watched this gorgeous white woman,  reluctantly lying 
before him on her kitchen table, taking his beefy black 
cock in her pussy and arching her back while his thumb 
mercilessly stroked her increasingly receptive clit.  
Married and typical of her race, she was once too proud 
and haughty to be with the likes of him, but not any 
longer, it seemed.

“That feeling good, now baby?  Let’s see how hard we can 
make you cum.”

“Ooh, don’t — no.”

All she could do was pitifully moan, lying on her back 
on her kitchen table, crying out from powerful orgasms 
she was unable to stop him from giving her. His monster-
sized penis burrowed deeply and unrelentingly inside 
her, his gorilla hands began groping her perky tits, and 
his fingers teased her taut nipples. 

The old wooden table Melissa lied upon squeaked its 
disapproval of her inaction each time Reggie drove into 
her.

"Ooh, oh, no, I don't like it, Reggie. It's wrong. Ah, 
ooh, please stop...don't do this — no, ah, ooh, ah, oh." 

"Oh, baby, your pussy feels so good. Stop denying it. 
You getting so wet. You liking big black cock more each 
time we do it."

Melissa sensed the growing tension in Reggie's body. 
Regretfully, they had fucked so many times in the short 
period they had been snowed in together that they were 
becoming familiar sex partners. She recognized all his 
signs — the change in his voice, the acceleration of his 
thrusts, the intensity in his face and how his hands 
touched her.

"Uh, ah, no, please... no more, Reggie. Oh, ah, stop 
now. Don't cum in me again — ooh."

"Oh, yeah baby, I can't stop. You feel too good — I feel 
your pussy throbbing on my cock.  I’m gonna cum too.”

"No —”

Reggie released the explosive orgasm he had held back 
while fucking Melissa, the rich and plentiful cream from 
his huge heavy balls nourishing her wet, receptive cunt.

Melissa’s legs, which had somehow instinctively locked 
around his ass contradicting her pleas to stop, released 
Reggie as if she suddenly realized what her body was 
doing with him.  He was not her husband and a loathing 
she always experienced when receiving his seed washed 
over her again. 

He had no right touching  her vagina, putting his penis 
inside it or filling her with his semen, yet he kept 
doing it. She felt his long, hefty organ finally pull 
out of her tight cunt.

Reggie stood at the edge of the table between her spread 
legs.

They were finished having sex — at least for a little 
while, Melissa mistakenly thought, relieved it was 
temporarily over. She started to sit up, but Reggie's 
strong hand landed on her chest and stopped her. 

"We ain’t done yet, baby," he said. It was an unwelcome 
phrase she hated, yet heard from him often.

"But you just came in me," she complained while 
reclining on her elbows and breathing heavily. His hand 
stayed on her chest, preventing her from sitting 
upright. "I need to go to the bathroom." 

She wanted to get off that kitchen table — an 
unsanitary, stomach-churning place to have sex, she 
thought — and wash his vile, negro cum out of her vagina 
as quickly as possible.  As usual, the quantity of semen 
he ejaculated for her corresponded with the enormity of 
his testicles and penis. 

Reggie did not reply, absorbed momentarily studying her 
beautiful clitoris, now a darker pink than usual and 
engorged. His brown wet dick, resting on her light skin 
beside her pussy, was still firm and almost reached her 
sexy bellybutton. 

Melissa felt the warmth and wetness of his big heavy 
penis on her stomach. 

Reggie thought her clitoris deserved more attention and 
began rubbing it with the slippery head of his penis, 
gently sliding his cock up and down along her sensitive, 
swollen hood. 

Melissa looked down at what felt even nicer than all the 
other vulgar things he had done to her recently, and 
watched, unable to take her eyes off this revolting 
sight that appeared to her so much uglier than it felt. 

Between her splayed legs the smooth brown head of his 
penis kept nudging her excited pink clitoris, both 
organs wet and glistening, heavily covered in a messy 
combination of their secretions from intercourse. Reggie 
had coaxed her completely open for him during their sex, 
and she remained that way now.

"Oh, God, what are you doing? You just finished — y-you 
came in me already."

She tried looking back up into Reggie's eyes, the clit 
massage having the desired effect, her face contorting 
as she stared at him. 

He was engrossed with her vagina again and did not 
return her gaze. 

Reggie watched her pussy squirm beneath him trying to 
avoid the sensual contact with his penis, but he was 
unrelenting. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to 
the very edge of the table and next to him.  He held his 
hardening cock against her tumescent clitoris following 
its every move, sliding himself up and down, indulging 
her sensitive female flesh with his own, much larger, 
male version of it. 

He watched her pussy's efforts to escape this continued 
touch from his penis slowly wan. 

She hated herself for having orgasms with him before and 
did not want them again. Her hand arrived on his strong 
rippling abs and pushed at them. The modest diamonds in 
her engagement ring and wedding band brilliantly 
sparkled against his dark skin. 

"Stop it. Stop it, you can’t do this,” she repeated 
unconvincingly while her clitoris took it all in and 
sent repeated signals of intense pleasure to her brain. 

He had already demonstrated on numerous occasions that 
he could do whatever he wanted with her.  Her hand 
finally gave up pushing against his hard muscular 
stomach and settled on her soft inner thigh that had 
remained open for him. She surrendered and lay back down 
on the table. 

“That’s good, girl.  Don’t resist it anymore.  It won’t 
help you any.  Just let that fine little white pussy of 
yours feel good now — it’s gonna feel real nice whether 
you want it to or not.”

“Oh, no…please.”

Melissa's defeat was Reggie's victory. Her left hand 
stayed on her opened inner thigh.  Her engagement and 
wedding rings still glinted, unaffected by the terrible 
infidelity occurring beside them that rendered their 
symbolism completely meaningless: 

Her sacred vagina abandoning final attempts to avoid 
contact with his hard cock began small graceful 
undulations with it instead, traitorously exchanging 
delightful sensations with this black man's penis in 
betrayal of her once honored wedding vows. 

Reggie, true to his word, made Melissa’s pussy feel so 
unbelievably good, that she relinquished control to him.

Reggie took cruel delight prodding her excited clitoris 
more with his cock and causing her pelvis to 
involuntarily respond with ever greater coital gestures. 
Her hips increasingly moved with the beauty of an exotic 
dancer. “Does it feel good now, baby?”

“Ooh.”

Reggie's cock and Melissa's pussy began speaking an 
identical language, saying similar things to each other. 
It was not the first time her body communicated with his 
like this.

Melissa still stubbornly refused to verbally acknowledge 
the pleasurable feelings, yet her moans revealed them to 
Reggie. She had taken some coaxing to bring her back 
around, even though the contact between their genitals 
had immediately restored Reggie's full erection before 
he even lost it.

"Oh, oh, ah, ooh don't." She was pathetically cumming 
for him again.

"Oh, yeah. Does it feel good right there, baby? Is that 
your special spot?  Your wet clitty made my cock real 
hard again. Does your husband’s cock get big and hard 
for you like this?"

Melissa panted.  Sex with Bill rarely lasted more than 
two minutes and she never orgasmed from it. Now that she 
knew Reggie this intimately, her husband seemed so 
small, weak and impotent to her. "Oh, God, no, he 
doesn't. He's not sick like you. Ooh, you bastard, stop 
it."

Reggie kept wetting his cock in her pussy, taking his 
penis out of her soaked vagina minutes later and 
resuming the irresistible clit massage on her. 

"What's the matter, baby? Don’t you like it feeling 
good?  I feel your pussy cumming when I stick my cock in 
it — and you're so wet."

"Uh, ah, oh, nah ooh, please no — stop." Melissa's eyes 
were barely open. Her mouth was ajar and her breathing 
labored. 

His cock filled her pussy and caressed her clit so 
perfectly, making it feel so incredible, that she 
actually forgot for a time how much she really hated 
Reggie and hated doing this with him. She forgot about 
her marriage and that Reggie had no right touching her 
there — that no part of him, especially his penis, 
belonged anywhere near her vagina, let alone in it.

"Yea, you really feeling it good now girl, huh?"

She did not want to 'feel it' or hear his ludicrous 
comments, but he would not stop rubbing her clitoris 
with his big hard penis and saying those perverse 
things. She tried tuning him out, but like the 
sensations, his words penetrated to her deepest core and 
like their body fluids, his warped thoughts began mixing 
with her own.

Yes, she reluctantly felt every wonderful bit of him 
just like he wanted.

Like the alcoholic after that first sip, she seemed 
powerless to stop their intimacy from becoming more. 
Reggie kept refilling her glass, forcing her to consume 
what he poured. He was getting her drunk with sex. 

By continuously sharing the same intoxicating elixir 
with him — even though she drank it involuntarily — she 
was unwittingly acquiring his habit and turning into his 
partner. Together they experienced something much harder 
than liquor and stiffer than any alcoholic beverage.

"Do you like the way that feels now, baby?  

He put his penis back in her vagina, leaned on top of 
her and began kissing her ear.

“It feels so good inside you, girl. I’m gonna keep 
making you cum for me.  Yea, you starting to really like 
that big black cock."

Melissa’s hands, seeming to have minds of their own, 
began gently tracing the muscles in his back and then 
softly embraced him. “Oh, Reggie, you can’t keep doing 
this.  Stop it.”  

But Reggie’s gigantic black penis kept returning deep 
inside her, causing Melissa’s pussy violent and 
uncontrolled spasms.  

She could not help it.  She soon found herself tightly 
hugging him as he fucked her.  

***

Reggie watched Melissa recover on the kitchen table 
after mercilessly making her orgasm for almost the 
entire morning they had spent fucking on it. Her 
perfectly shaped tits rose and fell with her deep 
breathing and her eyes stayed dreamily fixed on the 
ceiling. 

She was on her back lying naked in front of him like a 
leftover delicacy he had finished devouring. Naked as 
well, he sat in a chair beside her silently admiring his 
handiwork.

Melissa's pale pink nipples were still hard and pointy, 
her clitoris of the same hue, was plump and juicy. 
Between her legs that remained separated, a stream of 
his potent negro cum flowed from her wet slit, forming a 
small puddle on the table.   

Reggie noticed some of his jism on her chin.  Melissa 
had acted completely unlike herself in her throes of 
eroticism.  Following his directions she had 
complaisantly taken his cock in her mouth and cleaned 
their cum of it after he came in her pussy.   

Reggie had successfully squashed almost all of Melissa’s 
previous resistance to oral sex by frequently practicing 
it on her and mercilessly training her to perform it on 
him.

But the sex had ended and her senses returned.  ”Why did 
you cum in me again, Reggie? Couldn't you at least pull 
your penis out?” Her voice was low and emotionless, her 
gaze still fixed on the ceiling.   “I did everything you 
wanted.”

She blamed herself for this inappropriate sexual 
relationship she found herself trapped in with Reggie. 
Her memory of her first night with him remained murky — 
although she remembered the sex. 

While she could never forget her first time with his 
huge black penis,  she could not recall exactly how the 
sex started.

Reggie had convinced her that in a delirious fever and 
moment of weakness she somehow consented to intercourse 
with him. That initial infidelity was the awful mistake 
she could not remember making that started their 
horrible affair she could not seem to end.

Reggie remained silent. Using the snow as an excuse not 
to leave, he fucked her whenever he wanted — numerous 
and lengthy sessions every day, like the one they just 
completed — and turned her previously tidy home into a 
mess. 

Dirty dishes were piled high in the sink and her clothes 
were strewn everywhere. She could not keep anything on 
very long without him tearing it off her. 

Melissa's jeans, shirts, pajamas, and underwear sat in 
various places he had stripped them from her forcing her 
to have more sex. Evidence of their illicit activity — 
her clothing and lingerie — was everywhere, including 
the kitchen table, the couch, the living room floor, and 
the bed she once shared only with her husband. 

Reggie's demand for constant sex left Melissa little 
time for other things, like picking up and cleaning. It 
appalled her to fornicate with him like this and 
embarrassed her to have her house in such disarray. 

Still lying on her back, Melissa turned her head and 
noticed her silk panties siting beside her on the 
kitchen table, right where Reggie had hastily pulled 
them off her while she uselessly protested. They were an 
attractive bikini style, luckily unripped this time 
because she had reluctantly cooperated with him. 

They had started fucking on the kitchen table the 
instant her briefs came off it seemed. The undergarment 
was another failed barrier that further reminded Melissa 
of the adultery Reggie made her commit with him multiple 
times daily. 

Melissa realized that all she had left to wear, 
unfortunately, were her nice panties — cute ones like 
this pair she stared at next to her — that seemed to 
further excite and entice Reggie. But that was certainly 
not her intention. 

She had worn all her conservative briefs in failed 
attempts to be less attractive to him. Each time she 
tried resisting he ripped another pair off her body 
until she only had her nice ones left. She did not want 
those torn by him as well.

Continuous sex at the expense of necessary chores was 
not Melissa's lifestyle. At least no one had been by to 
see the mess, witness them together or engaged in all 
their sinful intercourse. 

Melissa sat up, craning to find her other clothes. 
Another grey day appeared outside the kitchen window, 
but an icicle hanging from the eave was melting and 
becoming part of the rain. With the snow finally thawing 
Reggie would leave soon, she thought. 

She would forget all the shameful things he made her do 
with him and put the entire ordeal behind her before 
Bill returned. Living with this horrible secret was 
preferable to sharing the embarrassing truth with 
anyone. 

Melissa was determined never to let a single soul know 
about Reggie and her humiliating, repeated rape by a 
black man.  In this small community, everyone talked to 
each other and their favorite pastime was gossip, the 
juicier the better.

"I think I'll stay until your husband gets back," Reggie 
sneered before Melissa had a chance to locate any of her 
clothes or put on her panties. "You need to write him a 
nice letter telling him what a good, strong Christian I 
am." 

Melissa's jaw dropped and she abandoned the search for 
the rest of her clothing.   Her silk panties remained 
bunched in her fist. Reggie's audacity flabbergasted her 
and she looked at him incredulously as she sat naked on 
the kitchen table in front of him with her pussy 
containing his negro sperm. 

He could not be serious. He was supposed to leave. There 
was no way in Hell she would let Reggie fuck her like 
this for two more weeks.

"I thought you were leaving once the snow melted and you 
could get to your truck."

"Whatever gave you that idea? I'm not leaving my 
girlfriend all by herself with no one to make her cum 
for two weeks.”

“I’m married and I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Tell that to your husband along with how many times you 
came on my huge nigger cock and how many times I filled 
your little white pussy with nigger sperm.  Now get some 
paper and start writing!" Reggie snapped. 

With razor sharpness, his words sliced into Melissa.  ”I 
need my clothes."

"Don't put on a single thread. You can get dressed after 
you write the letter. It's not like I haven't seen you 
naked before." 

Melissa heard irritation percolate through Reggie's 
warning. She knew from prior experience how quickly it 
could turn to rage and his use of her least favorite 
orifice as punishment. 

She did not want him ever sodomizing her again. At first 
it was the most humiliating and excruciating ordeal she 
had ever experienced.   

But by the time he had finished fucking her ass, she had 
actually become somewhat accustomed to the disgusting 
act, and to her chagrin, found herself aroused. 

Adultery was bad enough, Melissa reasoned.   Allowing 
anal sex to become a frequent practice with him was out 
of the question.  She did not want to give Reggie a 
reason to do it to her again and possibly adopt it as 
another part of their sexual repertoire.  Without 
hesitation she followed his directions.

Reggie dictated the letter Melissa wrote:

"Dear Bill,

"I miss you. I hope things are going well in Peru. 
Please give Scott, Larry, Lisa, and Rev. Doyle my 
regards. 

"We had an early blizzard right after your departure. 
You left just in time. I was without power for two days, 
but fortunately, the new parishioner at our church, 
Reggie Johnson, came to check on me. He cut some extra 
firewood and shoveled the snow from our doorway. 

"With the bad weather, I have been reluctant to drive on 
the roads and have not attended church, I'm afraid. 
Fortunately, Reggie lives nearby and visits frequently 
to study bible with me. We pray together often — truly a 
profound experience — and are becoming closer friends. 
He is a strong Christian and a good man. I like him 
dearly and I'm certain you will like him too when you 
get to know him. 

"I know I tried to discourage you from going on this 
mission, but I should not have been selfish with you. 
Actually, I'm glad you went now. This is what God wanted 
you to do and I will not stand in your way for future 
trips. 

"Sometimes, God's plans are not clear to us until we 
have the luxury of hindsight. You are sharing the Lord's 
word in Peru and I am sharing it here with Reggie. You 
and I are both spreading The Good News, albeit in 
different ways. 

"Reggie has only recently discovered Jesus, but he is a 
quick learner and he is even teaching me some 
interesting facts I didn't know. I'm pleased with his 
progress. He and I discover new and beautiful things 
about the world and each other every time we pray and 
study the Lord's Word together. I'm so happy I met him. 

"That's about all I have to share for now. I've been 
doing little projects around the house, with Reggie's 
help, which have made my first week without you pass 
quickly. Even though it seems like it will be an 
eternity, I know the time will fly and we will be 
together soon. 

"Remember I Love You and I am ALWAYS FAITHFULLY YOURS,

"Melissa"

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

When Melissa finished the letter, Reggie pulled her into 
his burly arms, and their naked bodies touched. She 
recoiled slightly from his big flaccid cock pushing 
against her tummy as he hugged her. 

His huge black organ frequently visited deep inside her 
birth canal over the past week. It robbed all her 
dignity making her violently cum for him. She dreaded 
having sex with Reggie again, especially after what he 
just made her write to Bill, her actual husband. 

Melissa grieved over the last part of that letter's 
closing, '...always faithfully yours' because it was no 
longer true. 

Reggie had forced Melissa to eat forbidden fruit with 
him, share the taste of his lust for her flesh and 
commit horribly sinful acts that opened her eyes. 
Melissa understood the perverse double meanings woven 
throughout the note Reggie made her write to Bill. 

Fortunately, Bill was still pure, trusting of her and 
far too naive to see through Reggie's veiled references. 

"Would you like to go to town to mail this and get some 
supplies?" Reggie asked almost conciliatorily. 

Relieved that at least for now Reggie was not about to 
invade her pussy with his huge black cock again, her 
tiny body relaxed in his arms. She looked up into his 
strong dark face with her limpid blue eyes and nodded.

***

It was a raw, gloomy day as they trekked a short 
distance from her house through the leaden forest. A 
carpet of dead, wet leaves scrunched like crumpling 
paper as they trampled on it. 

Reggie had hid his truck off the main road just beyond 
her property behind some brush. She remembered him 
telling her it had skid from the road during the storm 
and became stuck. Yet here it was carefully parked and 
drivable.

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

A big grin revealed the whitest teeth, which appeared 
even brighter against his dark complexion. "You remember 
me telling you that?"

Melissa glared at him without answering.

"That's right, I told you that before I got you high." 
Reggie remarked.

"Got me high? What are you talking about?"

"I played with you our first time together, Melissa. You 
were stoned on some potent shit I put in your tea."

"You drugged me, you pig?"

"I couldn't help it, baby. You're so beautiful. I wanted 
you to enjoy our first time together as much as 
possible. I knew there was no way you would ever let me 
have you consensually and I didn't want to hurt you. I 
knew you'd like black cock once you tried it a few 
times." 

"Like black cock? You're a sick bastard! Hurt me? That's 
all you've done since you've been with me."

She angrily stared at the grey blur of dormant trees 
passing by her passenger window as he drove along the 
lonely stretch of highway to town. Melissa now knew the 
truth: Reggie had planned the whole thing and slipped 
her a date rape drug that first night to get inside her 
panties. 

None of the things he had told her were true. She never 
had a fever or came on to him, and this affair was not 
her fault. But since then they had fucked, sucked, and 
practiced other perversions with each other more times 
than she wanted to remember, and she was now hopelessly 
tangled in an extramarital sexual relationship with 
Reggie. 

She realized Reggie had duped her, which brought her 
thoughts back to Bill. None of this would be happening 
if Bill had stayed home instead of leaving her alone to 
go on his missionary trip. 

She prayed to God to take away her anger with Bill, to 
make this coerced and depraved relationship with Reggie 
end, and to prevent her from becoming pregnant with 
Reggie's baby.

Reggie's wipers were set too low and allowed drizzle to 
build up on the windshield. She could barely see out the 
window. Irritated, Melissa ended her silent appeal to 
God. 

"Turn your wipers higher so we don't have an accident."

"You're afraid of us having an accident?" Reggie 
quipped, coincidentally referring to the same topic 
Melissa just finished silently praying about — an 
unplanned pregnancy. 

"Yes, make them go faster," she replied, naively missing 
his double entendre. A sheltered life had maintained an 
innocence in Melissa — now quickly vanishing because of 
Reggie — that in many ways reflected her youthful 
appearance rather than her actual age of 27.

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

"Happy?"

"Thank you."

They reached town late in the afternoon and Reggie 
dropped her letter to Bill into a mailbox they passed on 
the way to a Family Foods Supermarket. Melissa prayed 
she would not meet anyone from church while he pushed 
the cart for her in the store. 

She stopped in front of the section where they sold 
contraceptives and quickly scanned a wide and confusing 
selection of condoms. She tremulously pulled a box of 
the largest sized rubbers from the shelf and buried them 
furtively beneath other items in the cart while he 
watched without commenting. 

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

"Melissa Morgan, is that you?" 

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

"Melissa?"

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

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

"Hi Kelly, everything is fine." 

Melissa saw Kelly inquisitively look at Reggie as if he 
was a bug that needed to be squashed. "We just had all 
that early snow and I've been catching up on things." 

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

Sweat formed in Melissa's palms and armpits. She worried 
Kelly might see the box of triple extra-large condoms 
she was buying for Reggie to use with her. She spoke 
hoping to keep Kelly Distracted, "I'm sorry, this is my 
friend, Reggie Johnson; he's a new parishioner at our 
church." 

"Are you two here together?" Kelly asked noticing how 
nervously Melissa acted and how closely Reggie stood to 
her. This black man was huge and looked like a 
professional linebacker, Kelly thought.

"The battery in my car died — probably from all this 
cold weather — and Reggie brought me here to get some 
shopping done," Melissa blurted before Reggie had a 
chance to answer. She did not know what Reggie might say 
to Kelly.

Kelly's eyes widened for a second. 

"I see," she replied, her demeanor noticeably changing 
as she saw the cashier scan Melissa's box of condoms. 

Everyone knew Bill and Melissa wanted children. There 
was little doubt why Melissa was buying triple extra-
large condoms with Bill out of town, this huge muscular 
African-American man driving her around, shopping with 
her and standing so closely to her. 

It all made sense to Kelly, although she never thought 
Melissa would commit such an immoral act — especially 
with a black man. Kelly briefly wondered if Reggie 
seduced Melissa with his large penis. She had always 
heard that black men had really big cocks. 

Kelly pictured the erotic contrast of this big burly 
stud taking petite Melissa, stuffing his thick, dark 
meat into her tiny pink hole and making her cum. Kelly 
felt her vagina dampening and instantly put the sinful 
thoughts out of her mind. 

Obviously Melissa was a slut. How could she possibly 
betray Bill like that? "I guess it was nice seeing you," 
she coolly added, leaving for another checkout line with 
no waiting. 

"Shit," Melissa sighed.

***

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

Melissa stared out the window at the scene occurring in 
the black sky between the moon and clouds. She said 
little to Reggie as he drove. She thought about what had 
happened earlier with Kelly Ward at the Family Foods 
Supermarket. 

Melissa wondered if Kelly saw the box of condoms and 
suspected Reggie was fucking her, or was she just being 
her typical stuck-up self? Perhaps Kelly assumed Reggie 
was buying them for someone else. Melissa tried to 
remember when Kelly checked out and if she saw Melissa 
pay for everything. 

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

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

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

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

"Where are we going?" she asked apprehensively. 

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

As he drove further into the bowels of the gloomy 
forest, cinereous branches descended from all directions 
into the narrowing path and scratched their roof, 
underneath their floorboard and at the sides of their 
truck as if clawing for them. 

A short distance ahead foreboding darkness quickly 
swallowed the headlight beams, as if they were 
descending some deep cave. 

Claustrophobic panic gripped Melissa.

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

"Just a little further."

"No, we might get stuck."

"We won't."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Melissa embarrassingly looked away without answering. 
She did not want to keep having sex with him. She bought 
condoms because he would not stop forcing himself on 
her. 

Where did he ever get the idea that she liked his big 
black cock? He made her sick and she despised 
intercourse with him. 

She also worried about getting pregnant. 

Condoms would at least be a tenuous barrier between them 
and a thin partition of safety separating their genitals 
and the potential consequences of their continued and 
complete physical intimacy. 

Reggie's hand went to unbutton her jeans. 

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

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

She unwillingly raised her butt rather than risk 
angering him. At least she had the condoms for him to 
use with her now.

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

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

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

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

He shoved her toward the passenger door. 

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

She looked down in dismay at her indecently spread legs 
as his tongue entered her slit. He nuzzled her tiny 
golden brown bush that appeared black in the moonlight 
and was no wider than her eyebrow. 

Her hands had become useless appendages that awkwardly 
pushed at his head with no effect. 

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

His tongue kept playing with her clit, her cries 
gradually transforming into reluctant moans, her hands 
slowly accepting the presence of his face in her most 
private place and coming to rest in his kinky black 
hair. 

Why did Bill leave her alone for this to happen to her? 
She closed her eyes and began to orgasm. 

"That's it, baby, let your big black fuck buddy make you 
cum. Your husband left you all alone. He had more 
important things to do than take care of his wife." 

Her face contorted. 

"Ooh, ooh, uh, no, oh, he didn't. Don't say that."

"Oh yeah, does this make your pussy feel good? I'd never 
leave a beauty like you alone for three weeks, but I'm 
glad your stupid husband did because it gave me the 
chance to spoil you the way you deserve."

"Oh, ooh, no ... please don't."

"That's right, keep cumming for me girl and enjoy it. 
Bill is getting what he deserves."

Reggie gave Melissa three solid orgasms before stopping 
to remove his own clothes.

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

"Why are you scared? I'll protect you, baby."

Ironically he was what she feared most — more 
specifically, his gigantic black penis that was already 
rock hard and ready for her.

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

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

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

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not having unprotected sex with you anymore. You 
need to wear this for me." 

She tried handing him a condom packet.

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

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

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

'Fuck' was another word she hated as much as 'pussy' and 
wished he would stop using. 

As he slouched in the seat, she hesitantly lowered 
herself onto his latex-covered penis, her hand guiding 
it into her wet slit. Why did he insist on making her 
have sex when she felt no affection for him? How could 
she make him stop? 

"Ooh," she murmured as she began humping with a sheath 
thinner than gossamer separating their genitals. She 
still disliked him, but perhaps not as much as before.

Reggie patiently allowed Melissa to seduce herself on 
his thick, long prick.

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

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

"No, I don't like it," Melissa insincerely gasped, her 
pussy growing more sensitive to the delightful friction 
from his cock and her hands beginning lustful 
explorations of his muscular chest. 

She was in the midst of another orgasm when Reggie 
unexpectedly lifted her up. His long, thick cock, soaked 
with her vaginal secretions, came completely out of her 
pussy and flopped onto his hard stomach.

He never finished with her this quickly. "Are you done?" 
Melissa asked bewilderedly and with a little 
disappointment. His pleasure-giving penis was abruptly 
removed from her.

"I'll get on top now." 

Reggie raised Melissa's thighs and spread them wide. 

"Uh — okay," she agreed docilely, now accustomed to long 
fuck sessions with him. The hormones in her body 
dictated resumption of their unfinished business. She 
was actually relieved that he still needed to cum. 

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

"What are you doing?" 

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

"Ooh, God, no," she panted, her pussy treated to the raw 
flesh of his big black cock again, their genitals 
sharing much more sensation wonderfully amplified 
without the dulling effect of latex. 

Melissa knew this pleasure came with a cost, their 
reproductive organs exchanging more than physical 
feelings, but also body fluids, DNA, and germs each of 
them carried. It was beautiful, disgusting and wrong all 
at the same time. 

"Take it out," she whispered unconvincingly.

"I know, baby, in a little while. You're starting to 
like black cock. Stop fighting it." 

He nibbled his way up her neck and to her ear. 

Melissa felt further tangled in a knot with him. Was she 
actually starting to like black cock? Maybe she had 
enjoyed his big black penis all along but could not 
admit it to herself. 

She tried turning her face, but he forced her to French 
kiss. Her hands pushed at his sides a few times before 
giving up and falling into an embrace. They had already 
had so much sex without protection, what difference did 
one more time without it make? 

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

They fucked until the wee hours of the night. Melissa 
felt the warm spurts of Reggie's jism coat her cervix. 
He had over-filled her pussy with his cum. 

When they finally finished for the last time, she 
silently retreated to her side of the truck as far from 
him as possible and fell asleep against the passenger 
side window. Some of his potent sperm leaked from her 
pussy, soaked through her panties and formed a wet spot 
on her jeans while she slumbered. 

Reggie took the opportunity to stealthily remove the box 
of condoms from her purse. It became a piece of litter 
discarded from his speeding truck onto the long winding 
road at night without a single witness.

***

Early morning entered her room in horizontal slivers of 
light through the tightly drawn blinds, interrupting 
dreams that stubbornly lingered in Melissa's eyes as she 
slowly awakened to harsh reality. Through her pajamas, 
she felt Reggie's morning erection against her thigh and 
his arm across her chest. 

She cringed. He was nude and laying partially on top of 
her. 

They relieved his hard-ons every morning by committing 
adultery and fucking, an act she once found deplorable, 
but now started accepting with him. His large testicles 
produced huge amounts of sperm that he simply needed to 
ejaculate. When she helped him alleviate his frequent 
erections he treated her nicely. 

Remaining motionless to avoid rousing him, her eyes 
pendulously scanned the room for her purse, which 
contained the box of condoms she had purchased yesterday 
evening at Family Foods Supermarket. To her relief the 
handbag was on the nightstand beside her bed. 

Last night was absolutely the last time she would take 
any more chances having unprotected sex with him.

Her relief was short lived, soon replaced with rivulets 
of tears that flowed from her blue eyes down the sides 
of her face and into her soft flaxen hair. She realized 
how far things had gone with Reggie. She had actually 
bought condoms to have sex with a black man who was not 
her husband. 

Reggie had no right seducing her like this. They were 
committing adultery and it was horribly wrong. She had 
to find some way to end this relationship sooner than 
when Bill returned. She could not continue living this 
way for another two weeks. 

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

She was done praying for the rapes to end. She hated God 
— if God actually even existed — for making this happen 
to her. God was the reason Bill went to Peru, leaving 
her alone for Reggie to violate in the first place. 

It seemed like the reply to every plea she made to God 
for Reggie to stop molesting her was more sex with 
Reggie. Perhaps God was a perverted Devil who wanted to 
destroy her marriage by pairing her with this depraved, 
hypersexual black man possessing such an absurdly huge 
penis, she thought. 

Reggie yawned and his hand slowly began fondling her 
breast through the smooth silk of her pajamas. The sex 
would begin again shortly if she could not get away. 

Melissa tried to sneak from the bed, but Reggie grabbed 
her wrist and pulled her back into the twisted sheets.

"Whoa, where are you trying to go, baby? My cock is 
really hard and achy this morning."

His cock was hard and achy every morning and throughout 
each day. It seemed like they fucked incessantly to keep 
relieving it for him.

"I need to cum to get rid of this," he said pulling back 
his blanket to show off his enormous erection curved 
slightly and black like a giant, over-ripe plantain. He 
pushed her to lie down and pulled at her pajama bottoms. 

"Why don't you try masturbating by yourself instead of 
doing it to me all the time? I don't want to keep having 
sex with you." 

Melissa tried to hold on to her pajama bottoms, but he 
pried them out of her hands, yanked them off, and tossed 
them on the floor. Her bottoms joined all the other 
garments he had hastily removed from her recently, 
adding to the existing mess.

"That's a good idea," he said as he lifted up her top to 
suck on her cute, pink nipples. Her body was so perfect. 
She reminded him of those Barbie Dolls little white 
girls always played with.

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

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

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

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

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

"What? You don't like me touching this?" 

He softly fondled her clitoris.

"Stop it — please!" She twisted her hips as he held her 
legs apart. Her fists sank into the mattress as she 
pounded them on it.

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

"Oh, God, no!" Melissa cried, his fingers waking her 
clit to their presence, making it more appreciative of 
touch — bringing her toward a state of arousal 
equivalent to his own. "Don't make it that way."

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

"See how frustrated you would feel if I suddenly stopped 
stroking it for you now and left you like this?" 

Her pussy was wet, her clit firm and receptive between 
his leisurely fingers. 

"You would be compelled to satisfy this awful itch I'm 
giving you — the way I feel every time a pretty girl 
like you gives me an erection, which as you know, is 
often."

He sounded apologetic.

" I can't help it. My cock gets hard all the time and 
aches. It hurts so badly if I don't take care of it. God 
created me this way while placing females like you, with 
beautiful bodies that cause my suffering, and are 
capable of alleviating it, tantalizingly close." 

While Reggie spoke self-pityingly of God's cruelty, it 
was Melissa who was actually treated unfairly by God, 
chosen to be an unfortunate recipient of Reggie's 
amorous attentions. 

What god would create a monster like Reggie? A demon 
that took — or more accurately, strong armed — young 
faithful wives, spoiled their bodies with unsought 
pleasure and ruined happy marriages?

Melissa did not reply to Reggie, but for those few 
moments, she almost understood him while he continued 
soothingly manipulating her engorged clitoris, making it 
firmer and even more receptive to his touch — 
transforming her into a sexual creature like him. 

She could not let him make her that way again. She had 
to stop him somehow. He was obsessed with sex. He was 
sick and slowly infecting her with his mental illness. 

"Please stop touching me there," Melissa sobbed. He 
needed to learn to control his sexual impulses rather 
than forcing married women like her into helping him 
indulge them, and seducing those women into adulterous 
relationships with him.

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

"Ooh, God — no."

Reggie turned the ultimate expression of love into an 
animalistic act of physical gratification. He delighted 
in giving married white women the undesirable craving 
for big black cock. 

He cruelly brought Melissa too far — to the verge of 
orgasm — and then abruptly stopped masturbating her. 

All the faith Melissa once had in Jesus provided no 
protection from Reggie. Like the other women Reggie had 
seduced, Melissa was also catching the distasteful 
appetite for big black cock and for adultery. Reggie 
unrelentingly inoculated her with his powerful toxins of 
lust.

"You ready to fuck now?" he asked, lifting her thighs 
and spreading them wide.

"No, please wait." Melissa reached over for her purse.

"What are you looking for?" 

He already knew what she sought — the box of rubbers — 
but she was not going to find them. His meaty, black 
cock waited between her legs ready to slide into her 
moist, pink slit. 

She panicked. 

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

"I don't know baby, but I can't wait anymore." 

Reggie slipped his bareback cock into her pussy again.

"Ooh, Reggie, no — I can't keep doing it with you like 
this."

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

"Ooh, ooh, you don't understand." Melissa mewled, his 
big fat cock working into her. It felt so good rubbing 
underneath her clit and against the multitude of 
innervations lining her pussy, pulling her tightly 
stretched labia in and out. 

This was all wrong, but Melissa began assimilating to 
extra marital sex and an interracial relationship with 
Reggie. She was bonding with him emotionally. But how 
was this outcome to be avoided when she was constantly 
forced to commit immoral acts with him that her body 
seemed to appreciate more each time they performed them?

Without Bill to intercede, a primitive yet powerful 
force made things progress along a natural course driven 
by primal instinct. Reggie, who Melissa had initially 
hated, replaced Bill in her bed and claimed her as his 
own. 

"There's nothing to understand. It just feels good to 
both of us, baby. There's no reason to feel guilty about 
this. Let's enjoy each other. Bill shouldn't have left 
you alone for three weeks with no one to take care of 
you. You're helping me and I'm helping you."

Reggie kept saying the right things to her. She was 
angry with Bill for leaving. He had abandoned her for 
three weeks and during a terrible storm. He allowed 
Reggie to come and do this to her. 

"Ooh, ooh, do promise you'll pull out of me this time 
before you cum."

"Of course I will, baby."

Reggie had successfully planted his flag in someone 
else's sovereign soil. He planted that flag so deeply 
that it could never be easily removed.

Melissa's arms somehow began embracing him as his 
humongous dick drove into her. She wondered about what 
Reggie said. Bill never complained that his penis hurt 
him like that when it got hard. But then compared to 
Reggie, Bill barely possessed a penis. 

Perhaps the unusual enormity of Reggie's cock, combined 
with the huge quantity of sperm his testicles seemed to 
constantly produce, caused it to hurt when he became 
excited, she thought. Out of the very few men she had 
known, none possessed an organ even remotely as large or 
virile as his.

"Oh, oh, uh, ooh," she grunted ... "does your penis 
really hurt you badly when it's hard like that?" 

They began to fuck more passionately.

"Oh, yeah, baby, it's really painful — it hurts and my 
balls ache. But it feels really good and the pain goes 
away as soon as I put it in your pussy — and when you 
suck on it for me."

"Ooh, uh, ah, oh. I'm sorry it hurts you so much, 
Reggie. Why does it keep getting that way all the time — 
so hard?"

"I don't know. Whenever I'm near beautiful women it gets 
that way. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, began 
making tight circles around her clitoris with his thumb 
while driving all the way into her forcefully. "Uh, does 
that feel good like that, baby?" 

Melissa's lips briefly slipped the truth through her 
moans, "Uh-huh, ooh."

She definitely liked it. Regardless of how hard Melissa 
had tried guarding her words previously, her body had 
revealed its likes to him long ago and he had 
mercilessly indulged its desires to seduce her further. 

The repetition of forced sex began to make their 
physical intimacy seem natural to Melissa. It became 
less important to conceal from him what felt good to 
her. Melissa's resistance for the well-hung, black stud 
was now rapidly deteriorating.

"Does it feel better like this, baby?"

She did not want to answer him. "Oh, oh, oh, I guess — 
right there," Melissa mewled anyway. She arched her back 
and twisted the sheets in her fists about to begin 
another big orgasm. 

Together, Melissa and Reggie seemed to form a circuit 
that became more complete the longer they plugged into 
each other, the current flowing between them increasing 
in voltage and made Melissa climax multiple times. They 
zealously generated even more power between them. 

"Ooh, that feels really good, Reggie. Oh God, oh God," 
she repeated in unison with his thrusts. 

Reggie decided it was time to put Melissa to the test.

Suddenly his huge penis, planted deeply and securely 
inside Melissa, somehow accidentally flopped out of her, 
abruptly interrupting their perfect circuit like an 
unexpected blackout of electricity in the middle of a 
busy day. 

Melissa breathed heavily, as if she had finished running 
a marathon. An opportunity to end this horribly immoral 
act presented itself — they were unplugged. Over the 
past 30 minutes, an enormously erotic current had flowed 
through her. Reggie's huge cock had felt so good and now 
it was suddenly gone. 

Melissa grabbed Reggie's heavy shaft, slick with their 
intimate fluids, and gently tugged it a few times. 

The sparkle from her wedding band as her hand held his 
warm, heavy cock caught Reggie's eyes. He was going to 
put himself back inside her silky, wet cunt anyway, 
regardless of what she decided, but he waited first to 
see what Melissa would do on her own.

He was not wearing protection and was close to having 
his orgasm, but she was in the middle of one. She could 
have tried jerking him off, but instead, she guided 
Reggie's cock back inside her warm, wet pussy. Hardly 
giving it a thought, she chose to resume unprotected 
intercourse with him.

Reggie now knew Melissa was his. 

***

Melissa squandered precious days looking for missing 
condoms and having more unprotected sex. Not wanting 
anyone else to see her with Reggie purchasing 
prophylaxes again, she avoided the long journey back to 
town. 

Everyone knew she and Bill were trying to have a baby. 
With her husband away, why would she be with a black man 
buying any type protection? 

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

In flickering radiance, Reggie gave Melissa oral sex on 
the floor in front of the crackling fireplace, as its 
flames — tongues that glowed orange and yellow — licked 
the air and exhaled their hot breath into the living 
room. 

"Are you ready for me?" 

She turned her head to the side, bit her fist, but 
failed to answer. As lewd and distasteful as intercourse 
with Reggie had once been to Melissa, he had worn her 
down. Gradually, the unwanted physical intimacy became 
more. It kept her warm during cold nights, saved her 
from being alone. 

Oddly, sharing herself with Reggie no longer felt alien 
to Melissa. Her body fed his ferocious passion, and that 
passion filled a void that had formed in Melissa's heart 
during Bill's absence.

At some point, their physical intimacy had crossed a 
threshold becoming something that resembled friendship. 
Vulgarities during sex — what felt good and where — 
began replacing Melissa's cries for Reggie to stop. She 
ceased asking him why he was doing this to her and their 
conversations evolved to broader topics. 

What began as rape was strangely becoming lovemaking and 
an adulterous affair. 

She was married to Bill, but perhaps she could love 
another man too. If nothing else, she could secretly 
enjoy his big black cock.

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

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

"Ooh, ooh — I don't know about this, Reggie." She bit 
the corner of her bottom lip. She was confused, but his 
big black cock felt so good inside her. 

A feeble voice tried reminding her this was wrong. Her 
body contradicted her brain, however, and conveyed 
desire for him by her hips attempting to meet his; by 
her hands tracing the muscles in his back leading to an 
embrace; by her pussy contracting around his cock in 
uncontrolled spasms; by her warm wet mouth receiving his 
tongue as its own.

Less than one week before Bill's return Melissa finally 
succumbed to Reggie's decadence, and Reggie fully 
indulged her acceptance. He had not found a white woman 
yet he could not break down and hook on big black cock.

***

Melissa woke as early dawn faintly mentioned sunrise 
through traces of light that turned the remains of night 
into shadows fleeing a house as still as a grave. Reggie 
peacefully slept beside her. They had spent their last 
evening together. 

The bed sheets containing Reggie's kinky pubic hairs and 
dried semen needed to be changed. She needed to do much 
cleaning to eliminate all the evidence of her activities 
over the past three weeks and in preparation for Bill's 
return tomorrow. 

Reggie was finally leaving and the adultery with him 
would soon end. Melissa told herself she would forget 
all the sinful things she did with Reggie and resume a 
normal Christian life with her husband. 

However, as Melissa lay next Reggie, her thoughts 
drifted from cleaning and the married Christian life she 
was about to resume to something more primal. She felt 
her pussy salivating for one last sample of his 
incredible black cock. 

Just a little peek, Melissa thought, carefully pulling 
down Reggie's sheet as he slept beside her, and admiring 
his gorgeous morning erection. His hard cock was so 
familiar to her now that she could sketch it from memory 
in minutest detail down to every vein. Unfortunately, 
Bill's pathetic little penis did not even compare to 
Reggie's colossal manhood. 

Her own feelings revolted her. Did she actually prefer 
Reggie over Bill? How could something as shallow as a 
man's color and penis size become so important to her? 

Melissa tried stopping herself but could not resist. Her 
fingers lightly grazed Reggie's hard-on, trailing the 
warm, smooth hunk of dark flesh that curved slightly 
like a big over-ripe plantain. It looked so beautifully 
masculine, yet caused Reggie so much discomfort 
unrelieved. 

Taking his ache away felt so good inside her. Adultery 
might be sinful, but how could she let him suffer while 
able to alleviate his agony and in the process pleasure 
both of them? 

Melissa knew something was wrong with her thoughts. She 
never felt this way about a man — desiring him like 
this. 

How had she been seduced into wanting such a horrible 
thing? She kept caressing his big hard penis as he 
slumbered, unable to stop herself. Her soft strokes 
turned into gentle tugs. 

His cock was mesmerizing — long, heavy and so thick her 
hands barely fit around it. She craved his big black 
penis. 

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

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

"I'm sorry," she said in embarrassment, still unable to 
stop herself from stroking him. "But I know how painful 
your erections become."

She put her lips around the head of Reggie's cock and 
began sucking while tenderly pumping his shaft. 

"Mmmm, ah, uh-huh." 

Reggie tilted his head back in the pillow and closed his 
eyes, "Oh, baby, that feels good."

"Is it feeling better?" she asked, gently jerking on his 
penis. "I don't want it to hurt you today."

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

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

Reggie's gigantic penis was a curse, constantly 
tormenting him with painful erections he could not 
control or relieve himself. His need for women to 
alleviate its throbbing grew worse if ignored, until it 
became all he thought about, like morphine to the severe 
burn victim. 

His penis was a curse that spread to the unfortunate 
female victim of its relief, like a mildly venomous 
snake that causes hallucination with repeated bites — 
only his phallus caused deception and seduction and 
ultimately poisoned the healthy relationships of the 
women it invaded. 

It replaced love with lust.

"Mmmmmm, uh-huh," Melissa moaned as she suckled more of 
its deadly venom and fell prey to its seductive charms. 
"I know what will make it feel even better." 

She climbed up and straddled him. 

"Let me put it in here." 

She inserted the head of his cock into her juicy slit 
and slowly lowered herself, her pussy sliding down his 
long rod, taking it inside her. 

"Ooh, ooh, uh-huh," she moaned, rising up and down, 
feeling herself stretch, and incrementally fitting more 
of him inside her.

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

"Uh, ah, it's so big," Melissa moaned, finally taking 
all of him inside her. "Ooh, it feels so good. I love 
your big black cock inside me, Reggie."

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

"Ooh, ooh, you're making me cum, Reggie." 

She lay on top of him with her chest flat against his 
and they kissed. He kept one hand on her narrow waist; 
his other, went between her butt cheeks and rubbed her 
sweet, little asshole as she humped him. 

His long, fat cock sliding in and out against her wet, 
silky lips created pleasure so intense the only thing 
that mattered was getting more of it. The past, present 
and future vanished; only their heavy breathing and the 
velocity between them existed. 

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

"Oh, oh, ooh, Reggie. It's okay. Cum in me."

"Oh, yea, that feels good," he groaned flooding 
Melissa's pussy. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful."

Her hips slowed to a stop, and she lied languidly on top 
of him stroking his muscular chest with her hand, their 
time together dwindling like his erection. 

However his erections always returned and Melissa failed 
to realize that like them, so would he. 

***

He was finally gone. After their morning sex, he spent 
the day helping her clean and left that afternoon. 

The affair with Reggie — the dreadfully sinful acts he 
forced her to perform with him countless times until she 
became complaisant — was over, relegated to the past 
after three long weeks of Hell. 

Unfortunately, part of Melissa grew to find Hell with 
Reggie appealing. Her blue eyes looked like they 
contained tiny sparks as they reflected the dimming 
flames from the fireplace she silently watched while the 
room became darker. 

The fire needed tending, but her eyelids, mimicking the 
dying flames, fell lower and she remained languorously 
on the sofa. Melissa thought the damage with Kelly Ward 
was repairable and she could explain it innocently to 
Bill if necessary. 

She grew colder. Melissa disliked being alone in this 
drab house in the middle of nowhere. Did she actually 
miss Reggie? She wondered how she could possibly have 
feelings for a black man who raped her repeatedly. 

She found herself getting wet musing about his big black 
cock and quickly put the sinful thoughts out of her 
mind. Bill would be back in the morning and she would 
finally return to a normal Christian life. 

But there would be other trips for Bill to go on. 
Melissa remained on the couch and drifted off to sleep. 
For now at least, Reggie only returned in her dreams.
END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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