Something about Reggie made Christy uncomfortable. She hoped the huge, muscular black man towering over her husband would not make an instant decision, so she could discuss the matter further with Dave. They could tell Reggie someone else rented the room. Reggie had plenty of experience with young, well educated, white women like Christy. He realized how uncomfortable he made her feel. The sparkle from the diamond engagement ring next to Christy's wedding band momentarily caught his gaze. He knew her type well - a snooty, white bitch who probably never associated with blacks and thought them beneath her. A shrewd businessman from drug dealings on the street, and a seasoned, sexual predator never missing an opportunity to nail young, naïve, white pussy, Reggie understood the fleeting nature of this shot at getting inside Christy's pants. He pulled a wad of cash from his pocket, "I'll take the room. How much security deposit do you want?" Reggie asked. Christy standing beside her husband, Dave, her arm entwined with his, tightly squeezed Dave's hand as a signal not to immediately accept Reggie's offer. All the money Reggie displayed mesmerized Dave, who misinterpreted Christy's gesture as an affirmation and eagerly said, "Uh, $500 for a security deposit ought to be enough." A grin appeared on Reggie's 35-year-old face as he peeled away enough cash to cover the deposit and a year's worth of rent, handing it to Dave. Christy forced a smile Reggie recognized as insincere. "I'll need a receipt, indicating I paid the full year room and board plus security deposit," Reggie said nodding at the money in Dave's grasp. "Of course," Dave replied with a shake of Reggie's hand to finalize the deal. Dave went to fetch a pen and paper to write the receipt, leaving Christy alone with Reggie. Unwittingly, Dave just admitted a criminal who needed to keep low for a while in their home, granting him easy access to his wife. Reggie briefly glanced at Christy's ass and tits, imagining how she looked beneath her clothing. Christy certainly was attractive. She stood about medium height with a petite build and perfect measurements that included a tight, flat abdomen, nicely curved buttocks, and firm breasts - the epitome of female form. The 23-year-old college graduate and housewife took care of her figure by maintaining a strict vegan diet and exercising daily. Her model-like figure, combined with smooth, white skin, dark, blue eyes, and silky, dark brown hair that extended slightly past her shoulders received the gaze of many men, who saw in her a girl of their dreams. But none of them could have this one because her heart already belonged to her husband, Dave. "So, what are you studying?" Christy nervously asked attempting to break the awkward silence. He seemed a little old to still be in college. Reggie undressed her with his dark eyes. His cock twitched in his pants at the thought of his eventual conquest. "African Studies," Reggie deceitfully replied. In truth, Reggie hadn't set foot on a college campus in years, not since his days hustling the streets to sell drugs. He moved up in the ranks without needing college classes. Dave returned smiling with a neatly written receipt and an extra key to their house happily exclaiming, "Here you go, roommate." "Okay, I'll be back with my things," Reggie said as he took the key and receipt from the young couple and departed. "Look at all this money!" Dave gleefully whispered after the door closed, holding up the numerous hundred dollar bills. "I don't know about this guy," Christy said. "Maybe we should have checked him out or something first, honey." Dave was counting the money not really listening. Christy didn't have the heart to press the issue about Reggie living with them seeing her husband happier than he had been in a long time, since the rough economy took both their jobs. The warehouse position Dave managed to find didn't pay the bills. Indeed, this was enough cash to bring them current and avoid pending foreclosure. Reggie returned a few hours later that evening and quietly unpacked in his new room while Christy and Dave went to bed. When Reggie finished settling in, he turned off the light. After a few moments Reggie's eyes adjusted to the darkness and he silently made his way down the hall to Christy's and Dave's bedroom door, which they carelessly left slightly ajar. The sound of lovemaking - the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two young people lost in passion - grew louder as Reggie approached. He stood at the threshold to their room and peered through the sliver of an opening at the two shadowy figures moving in unison, his black skin providing a perfect camouflage in the dimness of night. Reggie got wood. His cock pushed against inadequate room in his gym shorts and sought release from its confinement. His time with her would come. "Oh, I'm going to cum," Reggie heard Dave exclaim. Reggie quietly returned to his room undetected. "Oh, I love you," Christy cried as she wrapped her arms around her husband in a tight embrace and his body grew tense from his orgasm. Dave withdrew his modest, condom covered penis from Christy's tight vagina and turned on the light on the nightstand beside their bed. The thin, latex membrane, slick with Christy's juices, contained a small amount of Dave's ejaculate in its tip. Christy watched Dave slide the protective barrier off. The two had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before starting a family. A virgin bride and a faithful wife, Christy never had sex with anyone else, and had no desire to. She loved her husband. *** Dave left for work early and Christy visited the gym for her daily workout of swimming laps and some resistance training when Reggie woke up to an empty house. Over the weeks Reggie learned their schedules. He knew Dave would not return from work until evening and Christy arrived home mid-morning. As Christy entered, Reggie sat shirtless on the living room sofa in a pair of loose gym shorts, numerous muscles bulging beneath his black skin. Christy wanted to tell him to put on a shirt but decided against being confrontational. "When do you attend classes?" Christy asked with a hint of annoyance. She had noticed him gawking at her more frequently and it seemed like the only thing he studied was her figure when he thought she wasn't looking. "I take classes online," Reggie answered as he began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch while now blatantly eyeing Christy. "Where do you work?" The way black males inappropriately touched themselves in public repulsed her. "I'm currently between jobs," Christy replied with an air of superiority, proceeding towards her room to escape Reggie's lustful stares. Reggie waited a few minutes and then followed Christy. When he reached her bedroom, he heard the shower flowing in the master bathroom. He carefully turned the doorknob and entered her room. The bathroom door was shut and locked. He knew Christy's type. She would be too embarrassed to tell anyone that a Nigger's cock had been inside her. She appeared in excellent shape, and would definitely fight it. But after the struggle he would subdue the petite wife and begin ruining her. He waited for the bathroom door to open. The shower stopped. Reggie's cock grew inside his shorts as the virile organ prepared to claim white territory. Christy opened the door in only a red silk thong with matching bra when greeted by Reggie. Christy tried to slam the door shut to keep him away. Christy's initial suspicion of Reggie had been correct, but she had ignored her gut feelings to please Dave. In an ironic twist of fate, Christy's attempt to appease her husband jeopardized their marriage far worse than financial woes. Reggie's hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Christy's efforts and her feet slid back across the slick, tile floor unable to hold ground. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Christy yelled as Reggie charged into her bathroom like an angry gorilla. He punched Christy in her stomach, knocking the wind from her lungs. She doubled over in pain gasping for air while he dragged her by her hair from the bathroom like a caveman. Before Christy regained her breath, Reggie had thrown her into bed and yanked her panties and bra off, leaving the hapless girl laying on her back completely exposed. "Please, don't do this," Christy cried between wheezes. Reggie forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of her treasures he planned to plunder. He loved how these high class white girls kept their pubic areas so immaculately groomed. Reggie's eyes feasted on Christy's naked body: gentle feminine curves; genitals lacking hair or stubble because of laser treatments, almost appearing pre- pubescent except for a neatly trimmed bush no larger than a thumbnail; a flat tummy, delightful belly button and defined abdominal muscles; firm, c-cup tits crowned with pink areolas the size of quarters. Christy's silky white skin contrasted with Reggie like type on a page. Her youthful body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face. Dave was a fool to leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself, Reggie thought reaching down between Christy's splayed legs and gently parting her labia for a closer inspection of her pussy. "Oh, God - no! Please don't!" Christy wailed, as she felt Reggie manipulate her privates like they belonged to him. She reached down and grabbed Reggie's wrist to stop him. Reggie reached up and twisted her delicate, pink nipple, causing a jolt of pain that would later become a bruise on the perfectly formed flesh. Christy immediately released Reggie's hand. Reggie resumed spreading her labia, locating Christy's clitoris among the delicate pink folds. He licked his thumb and began softly rubbing its smooth, pink hood. "Please stop doing this to me. I won't tell anyone if you let me go," Christy pleaded as Reggie sat between her open legs fondling her private parts. She hated this disgusting, subhuman animal. Reggie noticed Christy's clit slowly grow larger from his fillips. He excited the timid head of her clitoris into making its debut for him as he expertly coaxed it from its protective cover. "I'm married. Why are you doing this? Christy sobbed as Reggie caused involuntary responses. Her pink flesh glistened with secretions, inviting him to drink her nectar. "Oh, God, stop it! You're disgusting," Christy yelled as Reggie held her vaginal lips apart with his black fingers and assaulted her sensitive, pink folds with his long tongue. Christy sat partially up on her elbows and from over her flat tummy helplessly watched with a contorted face. She tried unsuccessfully pushing Reggie's head away from her. Reggie ached for Christy. He slid off his gym shorts and his monstrous, black organ sprang from confinement. Christy's eyes widened at the enormity of his appendage. Reggie's cock looked more like a radiator hose than a penis, veins distending beneath its black skin. No way could the thing ever fit inside her. Christy desperately pleaded, "Please don't rape me. I promise I won't tell anyone if you stop." Reggie reopened Christy's labia aiming his cock at her entrance. "I'll do anything you want. Please don't put it in me. You're too big," Christy frantically implored, the large head of his penis pushing at her entrance. "Oh, God! No. Please." Christy exclaimed. The pressure from his attempted invasion built. Christy fell back from her elbows, clenching the sheets in her fists. Her husband's pecker must have been incredibly small, Reggie thought, slowly applying more force to overcome her pussy's resistance. Christy's Labia finally engulfed the head of his penis. "Owe," Christy cried. A penis other than her husband's entered her for the first time, her pussy subversively providing lubrication for its own assault as Reggie gradually advanced more of his cock into it. "That's it girl. You got a black cock in your pussy now," Reggie taunted as he worked it inside her. "You're hurting me. You're too big," Christy sobbed. She felt him advance slightly deeper each thrust. "I'm married. Why are you doing this?" "Sssshhhhhhh, you be quite," Reggie said, placing an index finger to her lips. "It's okay. Ya a hoe for black cock now." "Nooooooh," Christy whimpered. But her juices coated more of Reggie's cock with an affectionate sheen. How could this be happening to her? Why did Dave allow a stranger into their home to do it? These and similar thoughts played through her mind, her face displaying her pain as furrows in her normally smooth skin. Christy's pussy contained more cock inside it than ever before. Reggie's cock triple the girth of Dave's penis already penetrated several inches into unchartered territory with only half his length inside Christy. He mercifully refrained going further. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Christy exclaimed in concert with squeaks from the bed, her pussy growing used to the different cock inside it. Reggie attempted to look directly in Christy's eyes while fucking her, but Christy kept averting his stare and moving her head away. A wild look appeared in Reggie's eyes as he irately grabbed Christy's chin, turned her head to face him, and yelled, "Look at me when I'm fucking you bitch!" From beneath pools of tears, Christy's eyes met Reggie's as he claimed her. She felt his immense, black phallus making its journey in and out of her defeated pussy. "Please stop it!" "I's wants ya to cum for me, Baby," Reggie said in his ghetto dialect of a thug from the hood. The animal already stole her precious fidelity; no way would she orgasm for the filthy pig. She replied with stony silence. "Oh, ya will cum for me whether ya wants to or not," Reggie warned quickening his pace. "Nooooooo," Christy hissed through clenched teeth. But as her discomfort dissipated her cunt traitorously accepted the large, black intruder more as a welcome guest, showering Reggie's black baby- maker with love juice. "Ya really wet girl. Yur pussy likes big, black cock," Reggie goaded shifting position to see its affect. He felt her pussy contract. "Oh, oooh, oooooooooh - noooooooh!" Christy exclaimed with a grimace, her hands pushing against Reggie's muscular chest, her labia clinging to his slick cock. "No, no, no - stop doing this to me," Christy yelled. Reggie fucked Christy until unconsciously her pelvis began slight coital movements back. It wasn't an enthusiastic response, but at least she stopped resisting and accepted her fate. He held back from burying the remaining length of his penis inside her. Christy noticed acceleration and panicked, realizing Reggie wasn't wearing a condum and would cum soon. "Please, take it out of me," Christy begged. Reggie enjoyed ruining haughty white women like Christy: molesting them, introducing their pussies to black cock and making them orgasm from it, cumming inside them. "I's gonna cum in your pussy, Baby," Reggie warned. "No, please don't cum in me," Christy pleaded, her eyes becoming saucers of fear. Christy's dainty white hands pushed hard against Reggie's burly, black chest. Arching her back and positioning her pelvis she unsuccessfully tried dislodging him, her efforts no match against him. Reggie's penis occupied Christy after her attempts to remove it failed. It penetrated deeper for her insubordination and gushed a torrent of white, gooey cum. "Oh, no, please - why?" Christy whispered. She felt slimy ejaculate from Reggie's cock oozing from her overfilled pussy down the crack in her ass. The deed was done. Reggie knew she would be ashamed to tell anyone as she laid beneath his heavy frame, her pussy clenching his deflating cock in residual orgasms. He had sown his seeds of corruption in her. Reggie removed his flaccid cock from Christy as she lay in the bed motionlessly staring at the ceiling, her legs still indecently spread apart. She glanced at it. Even soft, Reggie's black serpent appeared enormous and Christy didn't believe the horrific thing actually fit in her. "Ya ever give yer husband head?" Reggie asked. Christy looked at Reggie with bewilderment as the muscular man who just defiled her firmly grabbed her shoulders and guided her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. She understood what he wanted when he shoved his penis, hanging like the trunk of an elephant, in her face. The thing was disgusting, still slimy with both their fluids. "Open yur mouth and suck it like a good girl so I doesn't need to hurt ya," Reggie threatened. Christy didn't think she could tolerate Reggie's cock in her mouth without vomiting. However, Reggie tightly pulled her hair and forced her to do it. The foul thing barely fit. "I better not feel any teeth, either, hoe!" Reggie added. To her surprise, even though revolting, the taste was not completely disagreeable - perhaps even piquant. As she followed Reggie's directions, he released his grip on her hair and his treatment of her improved. Christy gently rolled his golf-ball size testicles in her hand while drawing on his shaft. "That's a good girl," Reggie condescendingly said, as if speaking to a child. "There's enough cum in my balls to make ya spit out black babies until yer ovaries dry up." To Christy's dismay, his penis became larger in response to her forced caresses. She couldn't believe he was hard again. Dave usually came once after five minutes and was done for the evening. Erect, only the head of Reggie's shaft fit in Christy's mouth. Reggie instructed her how to work his cock with her hands while running her tongue and mouth along it. She had no choice but to comply with his demented demands. Her wedding band sparkled from her fingers gracefully tugging on his dark, veined appendage. It twitched, startling her slightly. She held the massive shaft with both hands and length to spare. Reggie felt another batch readying, "Makes sure ya swallow it all, bitch." Christy didn't want to swallow the nasty, white cream that spurted into her mouth, but Reggie prevented her from pulling away. After the first couple of mouthfuls, Reggie could tell the taste became less distasteful to her by the way she started gulping it down. Reggie released his hold and Christy continued milking and swallowing every last drop of cum from his cock, not noticing that he let go of her head. When the cum eventually stopped flowing, Christy pulled her mouth away, a thread of jism momentarily spanning from his softening phallus to her lips, like a web from a spider, one of many strands trapping its prey. The once confident Christy sat dazed on her bed pondering what just occurred as Reggie showered. She debated reporting her rape to law enforcement. But the ordeal - so filthy, vile, and embarrassing - would need to be retold. Reggie would claim the act consensual and reveal how she climaxed. No one would believe her orgasm was involuntary. Everyone, including Dave, would know she was tainted by a black man. Christy decided to remain silent as her assailant anticipated, sealing a much darker fate for herself. With Reggie's cum still dripping from her well fucked pussy, Christy hastily dressed and left before Reggie finished showering. *** "Hi Honey," Christy said to Dave as he walked into the living room and pecked her cheek. "How was your day?" "Hey, Homeboy," Reggie added with a grin. For two weeks, Reggie had been secretly boning Christy when Dave went to work. Forced sex with Reggie took a toll on Christy, but Dave didn't notice the change in his wife. "Fine," Dave answered heading toward the refrigerator to grab his usual cold beer after working all day in that hot warehouse. Christy couldn't believe her husband's blindness. Dave didn't see Reggie lustfully staring at her as if undressing her with his eyes again. He had no inkling of her horrible situation. Reggie's cum was inside her! A multitude of emotions flowed through Christy's mind - anger, embarrassment, and shame. While lost in her thoughts, Dave wondered into the garage and she found herself sitting alone with Reggie eyeballing her in the living room. She quickly left the sofa and headed to her bedroom. Christy went to take a shower and prepare for bed. She locked the door to make sure Dave wouldn't come in while she was naked and see the fading bruises Reggie left on her tits from initially resisting him. After the first week, she became less combative and Reggie resorted to less physical methods of persuasion. Thankfully, the discoloration was almost gone - incriminating evidence of what had been occurring. While bathing, she carefully cleaned her sore vagina, realizing that most of Reggie's loathsome semen was deep beyond her reach. "I'm sorry, Baby, I don't feel well tonight," Christy replied to Dave's advances. She entered bed in her nightie and pretended to fall asleep. In the darkness, thoughts of Reggie's big, black cock made slumber for Christy nearly impossible. Reggie penetrated the core of her femininity. Now perverted images from sex with him haunted her. With Dave home for the weekend, Reggie spent the next couple of days away conducting his drug business and giving Christy time to recuperate. But Monday morning arrived much too quickly. Christy awoke as Dave prepared for work. "Honey, why don't you call in sick today and stay with me?" Christy asked as she rose from a sea of sheets covering their bed. "Baby, I can't do that. Leroy asked me Friday to work overtime today. I won't be home until 10:00 pm," Dave answered. "Why didn't you say anything about working overtime?" Christy whined. If only Dave knew the panic gripping his poor wife - her silent external façade concealed an internal turmoil that felt like a violent storm raging within the confines of her tight chest with an explosive power that pushed outwards and sought escape. No release was possible and she securely imprisoned her dismay away from everyone as Christy realized she would soon be alone again with Reggie. As she sat up, Dave kissed Christy on the cheek and headed off to work. Christy hopped out of bed in her cotton briefs and bra and quickly rummaged her dresser drawers searching for something to throw on. It was a race to get out of the house before Reggie woke up. Unfortunately, Reggie had risen earlier in the morning and already waited for his opportunity. Christy found a pair of olive colored Capris pants and beige blouse. But before she put them on, Reggie entered her room wearing only a pair of baggy, black gym shorts with a huge, visible bulge in them. She couldn't help noticing the large, well defined muscles in his dark chest. "Ya plan to go somewhere?" Reggie sneered. "I need to look for work. I would appreciate it if you didn't come in my room anymore," Christy answered with a mixture of annoyance and fear. "I'll come in your room anytime I want, bitch," Reggie replied with a smirk, advancing closer to Christy. Christy backed away from Reggie aghast of his intentions. His massive stature dwarfed her petite frame. "Please get away from me," Christy meekly implored backing against her dresser with further retreat impossible. "What's da matter baby? Don't ya want some more lovin?" Reggie sarcastically asked. Christy shook her head, "No, please leave me alone!" Reggie pulled down his shorts, guided Christy's hand to his colossal cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and jerked, tears pouring from her eyes like a rapid drip from a leaky faucet. Christy despised what Reggie forced her to do. But if she made him cum by jerking him off, perhaps he wouldn't fuck her this time, she thought. Christy stood within an inch facing Reggie clad in only her cotton briefs and bra, her fair white skin contrasting with Reggie's dark brown complexion. His cock had an almost hypnotic affect on her. Christy couldn't help studying the monstrous phallus she worked in her hand. It felt smooth and warm from blood flowing into it, and almost reached Reggie's belly button. Some clear, slippery fluid began oozing from the hole at its tip. A few twitches indicated the pleasure it received from Christy's small hand and woke her from her trance. She needed to make him cum to avoid having intercourse with him today, she remembered. Reggie noticed the improvement in Christy's technique; the tempo of her gentle tugs increased. He realized what Christy was trying to do. But Reggie had incredible self-control and decided to let Christy relinquish her dignity in her vain attempt. "Oh, yeah, that's it. Ya like my cock, don't ya girl?" Reggie goaded. Christy hated the vile thing and wished it would fall off the sick bastard. But she answered Reggie's taunts with silence as she concentrated on making him cum. "Oh, I gonna cum real soon," Reggie spurred. In truth he was nowhere near an orgasm. Christy was merely getting his cock ready like a fluffer in porn production. Christy's enthusiasm for the hand job on Reggie grew to a demeaning level. An uninvolved party unfamiliar with her situation might view it as eager consent on her part. Reggie watched the wedding band on Christy's finger sparkle as she stroked him. He reached around Christy's back and unfastened her bra. It began sliding from her tits. "No, Reggie - please," Christy said as she caught the falling bra with her other arm before it came completely off. "Let it go, bitch. I wanna see yours tits or I gonna get real mad," Reggie growled. Christy reluctantly put her arm down and allowed her bra to fall the rest of the way off, revealing her light pink, quarter-sized areolas. The bruises on her tits were practically gone. Reggie put his lips to her nipple and began sucking and nibbling the sensitive flesh, causing it to harden. "Oh, God, no - don't make me do this," Christy blurted raising her head and staring at the ceiling. After bringing her left nipple to attention, Reggie soothingly rolled it between his fingers while moving his mouth to Christy's right one and repeating the process. Christy's young, pink nipples poked toward Reggie as he twirled his fingers around them and took turns suckling on each like a baby. From earlier encounters, Christy knew the more she cooperated with Reggie, the less pain he caused her. She lost her enthusiasm tugging on his penis realizing the futility of her effort and the inevitability of what came next. He subtly ushered her toward the bed. Reggie had enough foreplay and he wanted to be in Christy's soft, tight pussy again. Aware of where Reggie's guiding efforts were leading, Christy awkwardly moved until she stumbled backward. She lost her footing and with an additional shove fell into the mattress. Where he wanted her, Reggie grabbed Christy's knees as they hung from the bed, and tried separating them. "Ya resisting again bitch?" Reggie scoffed. "I don't want to do this!" Suddenly, Reggie's fingers tightened around her nipples and twisted slightly. "I guess ya wants dis da hard way," Reggie warned. "No, please don't hurt me again," Christy pleaded, inching her legs apart and nearly avoiding the painful alternative. "Dat's better," Reggie said, returning to her knees and helping spread her legs. "It will be easier for ya if ya stops fighting me." With her legs apart, Reggie pulled Christy's cotton briefs to the side and delved his tongue into her soft, pink, flesh. Her sweet juices flowed into his mouth. He parted Christy's labia with his thumbs and his tongue wondered to her clit. Reggie taught Christy how susceptible it was to the right touch. "Why won't you just leave me alone?" Christy sobbed. "You made me have sex with you Friday. I don't like doing this with you." But her clit embarrassingly revealed the pleasure it received by growing longer and harder from the unwanted stimulation. "I'm going to tell the police and have you sent to jail," Christy sniveled. Reggie ignored her. Christy would have already carried through with that threat two weeks ago when he first raped her if she was ever going to. Her type was too good to admit being taken by a Nigger. "Ya my bitch now and yer pussy is mine. Do ya understand? Ya lay down, keep dem legs open and yer mouth shut unless ya wants me to make ya." Christy whimpered as Reggie orally assaulted her. She hated Reggie and the way her body responded to him. Christy looked down as Reggie yanked her panties off. "What are you doing?" Christy stupidly asked between sniffs. Reggie once again pushed her legs as far apart as they would go and then positioned his cock at her luscious entrance. "I can't have sex with you. You're too big for me and I'm not taking birth control. I don't want to get pregnant." Christy and Dave relied solely on condoms for birth control. Christy never paid close attention to her ovulation cycle and her youthful periods sometimes occurred sporadically. She really didn't know exactly when her fertile period began. The bulbous head of Reggie's penis entered Christy's unprotected vagina during her protests, "Please at least use one of my husband's condoms. They're in the dresser drawer." "Oh, no, honey. I's wants ya to feel my cock inside ya, not some piece of rubber," Reggie answered penetrating further. "Please, Reggie, I'll do anything you want. I'll jerk you off; I'll suck your cock - just don't do this to me again. I don't want a baby." Christy's pleas made Reggie more excited and desirous of impregnating the stuck up, white bitch. Reggie pushed more of his thick, lengthy cock into Christy and watched her grimace from the invasion. "Owe! Ah, ah, ah," Christy responded in unison to Reggie's motions. It had been several days since their last encounter, and it took a few moments for her tight cunt to readapt to his size. "Owe, please stop. You're too big. Oweeeeeee! Oh, no more. Ohhhhhh!," Christy cried as he incrementally pushed more of himself into her. Reggie stopped at two thirds his length. But Christy's sobs continued after Reggie's penis ceased advancing. This was a new boundary established with difficulty. Christy's discomfort eventually diminished and her vagina conformed to the additional length. She didn't understand that the subsiding pain meant her anatomy was changing for her new mate. Reggie felt her pussy contract around his cock. Christy clenched the sheets in her hands and gritted her teeth in angry frustration. Why was her body reacting this way to such a hateful act by such a disgusting beast? "Yer pussy sho loves big, black cock in it, girl," Reggie taunted as Christy's vaginal spasms became stronger and more frequent. "No, I don't want this. You're a sick, disgusting, basta..." Before Christy could finish speaking, Reggie accelerated his thrusts and altered position. Greater friction against Christy's g-spot and clit interrupted her objections. "Oh, oooh, oooooooooooh, noooooo," Christy whined, angrily entering extremely intense orgasms. "No... no... no... please... stooooooop. Oooooooooooh." Christy never experienced orgasms this strong before. *** Where did the day go? Christy grew used to Reggie's cock inside her and became subdued by the unwanted pleasure it caused. She looked at the clock on the nightstand as Reggie came in her for the fifth time that day. "Reggie, we have to stop now. Dave will be home soon." Reggie withdrew his shiny, black, schlong from her sperm-flooded cunt. The many orgasms she unsuccessfully fought to avoid left Christy feeling exhausted even though Reggie performed the work. She hated him for what he did. She came so many times, she lost count. She resented the way he forced her body to respond in ways she didn't want. But did the orgasms mean she enjoyed sex with this horrible black man? There was no time to dwell on these disturbing thoughts. Christy changed the sheets and took a shower to eliminate evidence of what occurred in her marital bed. With a wash cloth she attempted removing the cum Reggie deposited in her. It was part of him and she didn't want him in her body. But most of Reggie's semen was beyond reach where it would live for days searching for an egg to fertilize. Dave returned home fatigued after 12 hours of work in a hot warehouse. He barely responded to Christy's hugs and kisses as she greeted him. "Hi, Honey - I'm dead tired. What's for dinner?" Dave asked. He failed to notice the anguish Christy wore on her face. "Hey, Bro, how about a cold beer?" Reggie interjected, handing Dave a bottle of Michelob and taking one himself. The two went into the living room while Christy stayed in the kitchen preparing supper. Dave and Reggie sat in the living room watching a football game on TV. Christy heard them howl over a play and disliked them bonding. Reggie was like cancer in her marriage, separating her from Dave physically and isolating her emotionally. Why couldn't Dave see it? Reggie's charade sickened her - pretending to be Dave's buddy while taking her behind his back. Christy needed carrots. She stared contemptuously at the full stock of beer Reggie kept when she opened the refrigerator. Dave rarely drank before Reggie moved in. But with Reggie's encouragement, Dave became intoxicated every evening. As the three sat down for dinner, Dave announced, "I've got some great news, baby. I'm getting a $200 bonus plus earning more overtime. They're sending me to the Armorillo warehouse for two weeks. They're short on help there. Christy's world was collapsing around her. "You mean you won't be home for two weeks?" Christy nervously asked. When do you have to go?" I have to pack some things tonight because I'm leaving tomorrow," Dave replied. "It's kind of short notice, but I jumped at the opportunity to get some extra money." Christy noticed Reggie - who sat across from her - sporting a grin as she tried to maintain her composure. "Oh, Dave, I don't want you to go and leave me. Can I come with you?" Christy asked in hopes of escaping Reggie's plans. "I'm afraid not. The company is making us share hotel rooms and their insurance won't allow non-employees to travel in their vehicles," Dave replied. *** The next day Reggie asked if he could ride with them into town to see Dave off. He claimed he needed to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy. Reggie's vices affected them like contagious disease: first sex with Christy, then drinking with Dave. Christy saw it, yet Dave obliviously believed Reggie was his friend. After dropping Dave off at work, the drive home began in silence until Christy felt Reggie's hand glide up her inner thigh and rub her crotch. "Please stop touching me, Reggie. I don't like it," Christy said. "Then why ya get so wet and cum for me so much?" Reggie asked. Christy responded with silent tears, continuing to drive with Reggie's hand messaging her pussy through her pants. Christy thought about the previous night and how she didn't make love with her husband. Instead, Reggie would soon take her again. Reggie got wood as he thought about working his cock into Christy and pumping her cunt full of cum. With Dave out of town they would be alone together for two weeks. Christy stopped the car in the driveway to drop Reggie off and leave - where to she didn't know. But Reggie anticipated Christy's intentions. "Pull into the garage." "No, Reggie, I'm not going in with you. I'm staying somewhere else," Christy defiantly said. Surprised by Christy's sudden courage, Reggie could take the fight out of her or any other stuck-up, white princess. He began unbuttoning Christy's pants there in the driveway. "What the hell are you doing?" Christy yelled as she tried to pull Reggie's hands away from her. How could he attempt such a thing outside where anyone could see what he was doing? Christy's small hands were no match for Reggie. He quickly unfastened her pants and slid his fingers inside her panties. "No, stop!" Christy shouted as he located her clit and pinched it. "Owe! You're hurting me," Christy yelped, the jolt of pain coursing through her nerves like a paralyzing electrical shock. Her bravery quickly vanished. "Now, pulls the car in, bitch," Reggie calmly directed, with his free hand pushing the button on the remote opening the garage door. She pulled in and the door closed behind them. "Gives me the keys," Reggie demanded. Christy complied and Reggie's excruciating grasp on her clit became a soothing stroke. Her hands grasped the steering wheel. She looked down in disgust watching Reggie's fingers work inside her blue, silk undies. Reggie had Christy's car keys - her means of escape. She tried to figure a way to get them back, although she had nowhere to flee. But it became difficult to concentrate, her pussy getting receptive to his touch. Reggie coaxed her undesired arousal. "Oh, Reggie, please don't," Christy begged squeezing her eyes shut to stop watching her molestation. The sound of Reggie's fingers splashing in her silky secretions was just as disturbing as the images from her open eyes. Christy felt messy down there and embarrassed by her body's reaction contradicting her repulsion. "Ya see how much nicer it is when ya listens to me and does what I says?" Reggie asked. Christy bit her lower lip and refused to give Reggie the satisfaction of a response, her small, white fingers clasping Reggie's wrist in a futile attempt to pull his hand out of her panties. Her soaked pussy readied to be fucked, still Reggie worked her intimate folds, enjoying the conflicting expressions of disdain and pleasure in her face. The conflict in Christy's face told Reggie she was wearing down, surrendering to lust. He witnessed similar reactions in his previous victims. After Reggie caused Christy's beautiful face to contort with discordance between emotion and physical pleasure he forced her to experience, Reggie finally withdrew his wet fingers and licked her tasty juices from them. Christy watched Reggie lick her nectar with revulsion. At least he stopped fondling her. The welcome interruption restored her control over her body. She regained her composure and the tension in Christy's face dissipated. "Ya ready to goes inside da house?" Reggie inquired. Christy tried to think of ways out of her wretched situation. Maybe she could run to her room and call for help? But how could she avoid explaining the embarrassing details? Who would believe Reggie raped her so many times yet she didn't report the crime or tell her husband until now? Dave would know what Reggie did to her and wouldn't want her anymore. Reggie would brag the sex was consensual because he made her cum multiple times. One thing became evident: the longer this relationship went on, the more difficult it became to stop. She had to act now. Christy slowly nodded her head in affirmation, exited the car, and re-buttoned her pants. Reggie could hardly wait to get his cock inside her wet cunt again as he watched her tight ass walk in front of him toward the door. He loved forcing girls, especially married white ones, to orgasm when he knew they didn't want to, compelling them in a way, even though involuntary, into betraying their white husbands with a black man. Christy reached the door to the house and waited for Reggie to unlock it with keys he took. Reggie came up behind Christy and fiddled to open the door. Even through their clothing she felt his huge cock push against the top of her butt. His penis seemed too large to be human and she didn't want it inside her again. When Reggie opened the door, Christy bolted from him. She knew all too well where his monstrous penis would be if she didn't get away. Christy's flight caught Reggie off guard and it took him a moment to react. She reached her bedroom and slammed the door shut with him close behind. A second more might have been enough to set the lock, giving her time to call 911, but Reggie already turned the knob. Christy's feet slid along the hardwood floor as she attempted holding the door closed with all the weight of her petite body against it. "Don't touch me you disgusting animal!" Christy screeched, Reggie wrestling her into bed. As she lay on her back, Christy tried to kick Reggie in the testicles to prevent him from climbing on top of her. Averting Christy's foot, Reggie punched her in the gut like the first time he raped her, and again she gasped for air. With Christy heaving for air, Reggie savagely undressed her. He unbuttoned her khakis, tossed her sandals from her soft feet, and then jerked off Christy's pants with her hands unsuccessfully clutching their waistband. He yanked her shirt completely off in one swift movement, leaving her scantily clad in a blue silk bra and panties from Victoria's Secret. Dave missed seeing his incredibly sexy wife in her seductive lingerie. He was as gullible as white boys came, Reggie thought, and had no clue that while he slaved to earn a couple of bucks, his beautiful, little wife was home getting tapped by a black drug dealer. Reggie removed Christy's bra and kneaded her perky tits before his hand glided down the light skin of her smooth, firm tummy and slid inside her panties. "Please... no," Christy bawled. Reggie's fingers delicately stroked her clitoris. Reggie delighted in his good fortune. Dave seemed nice enough for a white guy, although not too bright. Only a fool with a wife like Christy would allow a strange black man to move into his home. Dave practically invited him to ravish her perfect little body, Reggie reasoned. So he deserved having his wife molested and taken by a nigger for being stupid. Christy's vagina became wet again and embarrassing sounds of his fingers dancing in her dampness returned. He spoke soothingly while fingering Christy's clit to help quell her angst. "I told ya before dat things would be easier if ya does what I says and stops resisting. We can do dis the hard way if ya wants. It's up to ya." Christy stopped gasping for air catching most of her breath and responded, "I know Reggie... I'm sorry... I'll be good now... don't hurt me anymore." Reggie smiled at his victory. Christy couldn't fight it. She tried being a tiger, but he made her purr like a pussycat instead. With his hand still inside her panties, Reggie observed Christy become tense, her eyes squeeze shut, and her mouth gape open as his fingers finessed her engorged clitty. She was cumming. He loved watching Christy helplessly lay there having an orgasm she didn't want. "Please... noooooo... stoooooooop," Christy mewled. She didn't want it to feel good and futilely fought not to orgasm. "That's it, Baby. Keeps cumming for me," Reggie whispered in Christy's ear as he continued his ministrations. Reggie played with her like a toy, amusing himself with the reflexes causing Christy to climax. He manipulated Christy like a puppet, Reggie the puppet master mercilessly pulling her strings. Reggie took his time masturbating Christy to enjoy her subtleties: beautifully manicured fingers clasped around his wrist unable to pull his hand away, how her pull on his wrist lessened, her eyes glazed over and her mouth opened as if trying to find words for something beyond expression when she came. Why let her miss out when he easily made her have more orgasms? Dave wouldn't be back for two weeks. The situation was perfect. "Okay, please stop," Christy begged. She recovered from an orgasm and looked at Reggie with beautiful, blue eyes. "I'm married and this is wrong." There had to be some spark of compassion inside him, she thought. He wouldn't stop. "Oh, no, please... don't, nooooooh," Christy exclaimed. Her eyes became dreamy, her tension grew, and she let Reggie's fingers work unhindered again. With Christy paralyzed by another pleasure wave, Reggie pulled down her briefs. Christy was in the midst of an intense orgasm when Reggie removed his hand from her pussy and undressed, his fantastically large cock pointing out from his muscular body like an anime character. Pulling her to the edge of the bed and grabbing Christy's knees, Reggie spread her legs to better access the delicate flower between them. Gently, Reggie separated her soft, pink, pedals for easier entry. He made her so responsive she didn't protest. Before Christy regained her senses to resist, Reggie positioned himself at her saturated entrance. "Can you use a condom for me this time? Dave has rubbers you can use," Christy said while Reggie stroked her sensitive clitoris with the head of his cock, readying for entry. Christy didn't want to get pregnant; but more importantly, she would take anything that lessened intimacy with this horrible man. Even a thin latex barrier prevented complete contact of their genitals and was better than nothing, she thought. Reggie never used condoms. But he knew there was no way in hell Dave's could fit him anyway. "Since yer doing what I says now and asking nicely, I'll wears a rubber this time only if ya can get it on me," Reggie said. Christy fumbled to open the packet. While she saw Dave put on condoms, she had never put one on a man's penis before. Reggie moved up and kneeled over her chest, his thick, black meat almost reaching Christy's cute little nose. Christy nervously tried to get the elastic membrane to cover Reggie's cock. But the rubbers which easily fit her husband didn't come close on Reggie. Christy couldn't help noticing how thick, firm, and warm Reggie's cock felt in her hands. It was hard, yet the skin felt soft and smooth to touch. Large veins looked like they might burst through its dark shaft. The revolting thing that had been unwelcomely put in her so many times began fascinating her. "I tolds ya it wouldn't fit, Baby. I ain't found a rubber that's my size yet," Reggie playfully taunted. It had to fit, she thought. Reggie watched the sparkles fly from Christy's wedding and engagement rings as her dainty fingers frantically gripped his titanic prick. "I can't wait much longer, Baby," he warned. "Please, Reggie - I almost have it," Christy nervously answered. Reggie moved his penis - in size comparable to the best hung porn stars like John Holmes, Peter North, and Ron Jeremy, only black - away from Christy's face back to her pussy. Christy panicked as Reggie's cock left her grasp. Reggie parted her labia and placed the head of his dick at her opening. Christy dropped the unused rubber somewhere on the floor as Reggie eased into her. "Owe... please, oh... no...you're too big! Oooh!" Christy exclaimed, his incredible organ slithering past its previous depths. "Hush, it gonna be okay. Ya gonna take a little more of me today Baby," Reggie said as he carefully pushed additional cock in her. Christy's faces of discomfort entertained Reggie. He watched her twist the sheets in her fists. He made contact with places inside her no cock had been before. "Owe, it hurts, it hurts, please, oh, no more," Christy whimpered with tears. "Jus a little more for me Baby. We's almost there," Reggie kept repeating. Her vaginal muscles adjusted and Christy's pain abated. She wished Reggie would cum quickly and be done with her. But she was already familiar with Reggie's rare ability, which Dave lacked, of controlling his orgasms. He could go hours without cumming when he wanted. His golf-ball sized testicles produced so much sperm that his cock was like a gusher when he finally popped his batch for her; and after a short recovery he was ready to go again. If only Dave hadn't let this sex monster move into their home. Reggie astutely read Christy's emotions. The arrogant, white bitch still disliked being fucked by him, but not as much as first. She would get used to fucking a black man without condoms the more he forced her to. Christy tried ignoring the sensations from his cock, questioning to herself why Dave went to Amorillo and left her alone with Reggie. How could he be so stupid and allow this strange, black man into their home? It was Dave's fault this was happening and another man's penis was in her. She was becoming more susceptible to Reggie's technique. "Ooooh, Reggie, I can't... nooooooo," Christy murmured. Reggie smiled as Christy's body tensed and her pussy pulsated. He could tell she grew tired of fighting because she climaxed sooner than when he first started fucking he. "That's a girl. Don't fights it anymore. Let go and cum for me," Reggie said as he went on without pausing. Christy gave up. Her anger and shame left and she went into ecstasy. "I's gonna cum soon, Baby," Reggie announced. Christy looked into Reggie's eyes and asked, "Please take it out for me; don't cum in me." He surprised her. Christy felt Reggie's schlong pulling out. She raised herself up on her elbows and watched it shoot white, gooey jism all over her body. She never saw a penis ejaculate so much and so violently. It fired potent, baby making fluid at her in rapid succession like a semi-automatic pistol, raining semen on her face, tits and in her belly button. Reggie wiped his cock along Christy's engorged clitoris, causing her involuntary coital movements. "Don't put it there," Christy mewled, afraid by how dangerously close it was to entering her again with residual cum still oozing from it. Reggie ran the head of his cock along her pink folds, leaving a trail of semen all over Christy's pussy, aware of how aroused and responsive she remained. Christy feared receiving his seed and getting pregnant. Reggie rubbed his cum into Christy's smooth, white skin. He scooped the puddle out of her belly button with his thumb and spread it all along her tummy, then proceeded up to her tits and used the slippery spunk on her erect nipples, before collecting the last of it on her face and having her lick it from his fingers. Christy's hate of Reggie temporarily abated somewhat. She was aroused yet he withdrew from her this time like she asked. *** They entered the shower together; Christy glancing at Reggie's enormous penis periodically. It remained flaccid and the break from sex allowed her thoughts to clear. Evening had arrived. Christy recalled it starting with Reggie fondling her during the drive home that morning. It felt like she had been under anesthesia throughout the day from all the sex and orgasms he made her have. In the shower Reggie observed streams of water flow down Christy's fair skin. He took the wash cloth and began bathing her. His attentions went from her soft cunt to her cute little ass and perky breasts. In the confines of the shower, his huge cock touched her numerous times. Fortunately, Reggie's penis remained dormant, hanging half way down his knee and allowing Christy to avoid more intercourse. Reggie toweled Christy dry when the phone rang. Still naked, she answered, Reggie beside her. "Hi, Dave, how was your trip to Amorillo," Christy asked. *** Reggie held out a pink thong and matching bra he found in Christy's dresser. They were special undergarments she only wore for Dave. "Put these on for me," Reggie demanded. She had no choice. After slipping on the sexy undergarments, she went to her closet. "What's ya goin there foe?" Reggie sneered. "I need to put something else on." "Ya ain't wearing nothing else tonight. Ya gots enough on. Ya can sleep in those or nothing at all." Exhausted from a day of sex, Christy went to bed in the risqué undergarments Reggie selected. The nightly visions of Reggie's cock in her pussy haunted Christy briefly before she entered a deep slumber. But the same dreams returned late morning when Christy's journey into forgetful nothingness ended and she entered lighter sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, he must have crawled into bed with her. Christy awoke in Reggie's embrace, his hand on her breast. She could feel his enormous erection against her hip. She couldn't tell for certain if they had more unprotected sex during the night, but her panties were still on and she would have woken if they did. She had slept for over 12 hours. Christy carefully tried to ease away from Reggie's hold without waking him. His right hand left her breast and slid down Christy's smooth, firm tummy. Christy dreaded where Reggie's hand might eventually go; but, it stopped at the waistband of her thong. He resumed lightly sleeping. Christy remained still. She wanted to sneak out of bed, find the car keys, and go somewhere to get away from him; but where? She had allowed things to go too far too long. Her sex with Reggie now bordered on consensual. She was wearing a thong in bed with him for Christ's sake. How did she let this happen? Christy felt trapped. She loved Dave and didn't want to be taken by Reggie anymore. What if she became pregnant? She was unsure of her cycle, and didn't know exactly when she started her last period. She tried slowly rolling on her side without waking Reggie. But, his hand held firm and wouldn't let her move. He was awake. His hand went in Christy's thong where she feared it would go. "I can't keep doing this with you, Reggie. I might get pregnant. Don't make me have sex again," Christy pleaded. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist trying to stop him. Reggie's morning erection begged relief. "Don't worry, Baby. I'll take it right out," Reggie said unconvincingly, his fingers exploring her folds and locating her clitoris. "Please, Reggie, no," Christy sobbed. Reggie knew her tears would pass. The little, white slut was already getting wet for him. Her clit loved his stroke. He made her cries fainter masturbating her. Reggie moved the thin, silk strip of her thong to the side, carefully stretched her glistening labia open, and placed the head of his cock to her moist, pastel entrance. "Please, Reggie, no." "I gots to. I'll takes it right out, Baby." Frequent intercourse with Reggie over the past weeks allowed him to snugly slide into her with little discomfort for Christy now. "Oh!" Christy briefly exclaimed as Reggie entered. Christy wished Dave's condoms fit Reggie. Still uneasy about direct contact, Christy began getting accustomed to the enhanced sensations of his uncovered penis inside her. She didn't want it to, but it felt better without condoms. Reggie waited for Christy to become very aroused and then put the rest of his penis in her. "Ooooooh, nooooooooh, Reggie," Christy said. She pushed against his chest. She was cumming already. His big cock felt so good inside her without a condom. It rubbed the right areas in her so perfectly. Christy's mouth hung agape and her fingers dug into Reggie's muscular chest as she slipped into euphoria. "Oooooooh, oooooooooh, oooooooooooooooooooh," Christy moaned each time Reggie's cock proceeded to completely fill her. Reggie enjoyed the wonderful sensation of burying it in her. Christy lay beneath Reggie's large frame instinctively responding to the presence of his penis. Her pussy contracted rhythmically, as if trying to suck every drop of semen from him. Christy became more complacent and responsive for Reggie each time he boned her - like he knew she would. Few women could resist his "talents". Dave let Reggie move in and do this to her. Reggie promised to take his cock out before he came, Christy rationalized as her excitement built. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and began kissing her while she was cumming. After a moment of indulgence Christy turned her face away and said, "No," as if awakening from sleep and realizing what she was doing. But Reggie grabbed her chin and forced his tongue back in her mouth. "Mmmph," Christy tried to speak. Christy surrendered to the kiss. She was in midst of orgasm and their genitals already shared fluids so what difference did a kiss make? She gradually accepted intimacy with Reggie. "I's gonna cum. Do ya wants to swallow it, Baby?" It would be better to swallow his cum than having him cum in her pussy again. "Okay," Christy answered. Reggie extracted his long, wet cock from her. Christy got on her knees and placed her lips around its head. It began squirting rich cream. She swallowed and it kept filling her mouth with more. Christy ran her tongue up and down Reggie's shaft the way he taught her, returning to its head to lick the residual cum still oozing out. Alone on the bed as Reggie showered, Christy wondered how much longer this might continue. Would Reggie ever leave her alone? She couldn't run away and couldn't get Reggie to stop. She saw the open rubber she dropped yesterday still on the floor. Dave might notice it missing when he returned. She needed to replace it and find a larger size. Unprotected sex with Reggie was like playing Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun. Still without her keys, Christy accompanied Reggie into town. "What ya need at da store?" Reggie asked. Christy hesitantly explained, "I need to replace Dave's condom we tried to use yesterday or he might find out about us." Reggie smiled driving Christy's car. She was reacting exactly the way he intended. The frequent sex was turning her into a Nigger's white slut. "I knows jus wheres to go," Reggie said taking Christy to a pharmacy he knew in the hood. Once near their destination, Reggie parked Christy's car on the side of the street a couple of blocks from the drug store. The two walked the rest of the way. Christy didn't like this part of town. Black faces everywhere stared at her. Everyone knew Reggie though, and enthusiastically greeted him as they walked. Once inside the pharmacy, Reggie led Christy to the contraceptives. Christy located Dave's brand and then searched for rubbers large enough to fit Reggie. Christy found herself in a dilemma. Purchasing condoms for Reggie was consenting to sex with him. But if she didn't purchase them and Reggie continued taking her, she might get pregnant. Christy pulled Dave's brand of condoms from the shelf and the largest ones for Reggie. "The smallest and largest rubbers we sell," the elderly black pharmacist commented under his breath. He rang them up and laughed handing her back the black box of Magnum XXXL condoms for Reggie. "I bet I know who these are for," he chuckled seeing Reggie standing behind her. *** They hadn't have sex since morning; her longest abstinence from Reggie since Dave went to Amorillo. Perhaps Reggie finally tired of her, Christy hoped, and wouldn't find his way into her bed this evening. After a few hours, the amnesia of deep sleep faded and erotic images of her and Reggie occupied Christy's slumber. She thought she was having a recurring wet dream, but awoke with Reggie beside her and his hand inside her panties working her clitoris. While unconscious Reggie brought her close to orgasm. She was wet and aroused. "Reggie, I can't keep doing this with you." Christy said. She raised her hips betraying herself. Reggie slid Christy's silk panties down her legs. Her bra followed, lost somewhere in the bed as she lay completely naked for him. At least she was ready for what awaited. She handed one of the XXXL Magnum condoms to him. "What da hell is dis for?" "For me, please use it," Christy asked. Reggie took the rubber from her and tossed it across the room. "Sorry, Baby, I doesn't wear dose. I want's ya to feel me, not some piece of rubber." She felt all of him keenly. Reggie inserted his uncovered penis in her as he did many times before, male and female organs intermingling and their fluids mixing together. Part of Christy was glad Reggie refused the condom. She started liking it better without them. Her body craved the intimacy even though another part of her didn't. "I'm married. We need to stop. What if I get pregnant?" "I promise ya won't get pregnant, Baby," Reggie reassured, ignoring her and thrusting his massive, black appendage in her slippery, pink opening. "Ooooooooooh," Christy exclaimed, now thoroughly familiar with Reggie's huge, unprotected cock creating delightful sensations far too intense to refuse. She was married to Dave, but his smaller penis didn't feel nearly as pleasing. She didn't know how or why she acquired a desire for Reggie's larger size. Moonlight poured in through the window and Reggie watched Christy writhe beneath him on his black pole. She surrendered to female instincts just like others he victimized in the past. They all eventually succumbed - some sooner, some later. "Oh, oooooooooooooh stooooop. Please, I can't... ooooooooooooooooh," she moaned over again. She could and she did, Reggie made sure of it. He knew she really wanted it. He put his mouth over her lips and his long tongue found its way down her throat, ending the protests she really didn't mean. "Mmmmmmmmmmm!" Christy made muffled cries of erotic passion. Her soft hands pushing against Reggie's black, muscular pecs slid around his back and embraced him. If only Dave could see his beautiful wife cumming on a big Nigger cock, Reggie thought. His woody became harder and Christy unconsciously locked her legs around his ass. Reggie seduced her by spoiling her pussy with repeated force-feedings of his grade "A" cock. Now she hungered for it like other haughty white women he turned into sluts. Reggie felt Christy's silky pussy throbbing around his black baby maker. Her hips twisted and turned, rose and fell in reply to his thrusts as their bodies communicated physical pleasure to each other. She wasn't too good for Niggers anymore, Reggie thought. "I's gonna cum in ya," Reggie announced as he finally removed his tongue from her mouth. Christy lost control and could not stop grinding her pussy into Reggie's cock, "Oooooooh... aaaaaaaaaah... naaaaaaaaaaaaah," she nonsensically heaved. Reggie ejaculated copiously inside her. Her pussy milked his cock like a vacuum cleaner trying to suck every bit of cum from him. She didn't care that Reggie filled her with cum. The more they fucked the better Reggie's cock felt. She couldn't resist him anymore. She wanted him to stay inside her forever. In the bright moonlight, extremely wet and messy from lovemaking, Christy observed how beautifully their two bodies contrasted: Reggie's hard, muscles, her toned yet gentle curves; his dark complexion, her fair skin. They complemented each other. Dave didn't have to ever know about Reggie, Christy thought. Reggie could have her when Dave was gone. Exhausted from wild sex and now secure in Reggie's embrace, Christy drifted back to sleep having made a transition from rape victim to consenting adulterous partner without even realizing it. The early morning sun filled the bedroom, causing Christy to wake up. Her pussy felt all crusty from Reggie's dried spunk. What was she doing? She allowed herself to become his plaything. Christy turned to find Reggie staring at her with eyes wide open. "My cock is hard and aches real bad," Reggie said as his hand glided down her tummy and between her legs. Christy could not believe Reggie's sex drive. How could he possibly be horny after so much sex just a few hours ago? Her Grandpa used to call them jungle bunnies. She thought it a racist term for black people. But she didn't know any black people until Reggie. Perhaps it was an accurate description of black men if all were this potent and fucked like rabbits. Like Pavlov's dog, Christy became wet just from Reggie's suggestion. "I shouldn't have sex with you." Reggie rolled on his back and pulled her onto him. "Gets on top and fuck my cock likes a good girl." Christy didn't really have a choice anyway. Her petite body slithered on to Reggie's muscular frame. "Now put my cock in your pussy," Reggie instructed. "Tell me when you're going to cum," Christy dumbly asked reaching down, aiming his shaft, and slowly impaling herself. Once Christy took him fully inside her, Reggie firmly grabbed her hips with his large hands and guided her pelvic movements until Christy instinctively took over. She leaned forward against Reggie's hard body and her erect nipples poked into his chest. "That's a good girl," Reggie encouraged as Christy mounted him for her first time. Reggie looked in the mirror across the room and observed the beautiful curves of Christy's smooth, firm, buttocks. He watched her white ass hump his slick, black rod. He could see the pink membranes of her labia clinging to it when her pussy pulled away, only to disappear when lowered again. The entire situation seemed unreal to Christy. A month ago she had never even thought about being with another person besides Dave. Now she was fucking another man - an incredible black man. "Oh my God, ooooh," Christy moaned as her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her orgasms approached so quickly. The phone rang, jerking Christy back to reality. It must be Dave calling before work, Christy thought. She started to lift herself off Reggie; but, the black stud placed his hands firmly around her hips and forced her back down. "Don't ya get off my cock until I is finished. Justs keeps on fuckin," Reggie said reaching for her phone. He answered with Christy sliding up and down his cock at a slower pace. Christy hoped it wasn't Dave calling. "Hi Dave, how are you?" Reggie said. Christy's heart pounded in her chest as she heard Reggie mention Dave's name. Here she was with another man's cock in her pussy because of her stupid husband. Dave was so naïve, unwittingly chatting on the phone with Reggie while Reggie banged her. "Fine. Ya see the Lakers game there?" Me neither, buddy. I've been busy with school. Yea, she's right here. Hold on," Reggie said handing Christy the phone. Christy looked mortified. How could she speak with her husband while she fucked Reggie? She had no choice but to talk to Dave. "Hi Baby, how are you?" Christy asked. "Oh I'm fine too." As the conversation with Dave continued, Christy stopped moving her hips. Reggie grabbed her firm ass with both hands and forced her to resume riding his disco stick. Christy listened to Dave speak; Reggie parted her ass cheeks and pressed his index finger into her anus. She didn't want Dave to hear them, so she silently allowed Reggie to proceed. If Dave only knew the type of studying Reggie was doing -- with her, he would have felt differently about his supposed friend. "Relax, baby," Reggie whispered in Christy's ear as he pushed his finger deeper inside her tight, pink asshole. "I'm glad Reggie's there. I'm sure he will help you with things if you need him," Dave said to her. Reggie's finger went all the way up Christy's anus, with the rest of his hand firmly grasping the crack between her two cheeks. She had never felt anything like having a cock in her pussy and a finger working her asshole at the same time. In fact she never experienced anal sex before and didn't know it felt so erogenous. Eager to get off the phone before one of them lost control moaning or saying something that would raise Dave's suspicions, Christy pretended to have a bad signal, "What's that honey? Hello? Dave? Can you hear me? I love you. I'll call you back later. Bye." Christy disconnected and turned off the phone, dropping it on the floor next to the bed. She French kissed Reggie as her hands ran up his body, across his burly chest and around his neck. She loved Dave but was falling in lust with Reggie. *** "It's good to be back. I missed watching the games in Amorillo," Dave said reclining in the comfortable living room chair, sipping another beer, and watching the Cowboys play against the Dolphins with Reggie. Before the recession Dave had a better paying profession as a real estate agent and didn't work nearly as hard for a lot more money. Dave didn't pay attention to how much friendlier his wife became with Reggie. Christy sat closer to Reggie on the couch when watching television, and occasionally Reggie patted her ass when Dave wasn't looking without any objection from her. Dave knew his wife. Christy would never cheat, especially with a black man. She made it evident in the past that she thought them inferior and unattractive. Christy wore a pair of red, silk bikini briefs to bed that evening. Dave lay beside her, gently rubbing Christy's shoulders. He missed sex with her. Christy worried if Dave would notice a difference in her vagina caused by Reggie. Dave put on a condom and began fucking her the same old way with what now felt like a child's penis to Christy. Reggie's giant cock spoiled her pussy, caused Dave's average sized penis to feel deficient inside her. His small pecker barely stimulated her now. The many instances Reggie fucked her without a condom caused the extra intimacy to become a habit for Christy. She missed the sensation of Reggie's large, unsheathed dick and became frustrated. "Oh, Baby, you feel so good inside me. I'm cumming," Christy lied faking an orgasm to conceal disappointment at her husband's premature ejaculation. Her vagina felt different to Dave, but it had been a while since they made love and perhaps his memory was off. *** "Hi Byron, how are sales going?" Reggie asked. It was a rhetorical question. Demand for illegal drugs was always good and sales were always up. Reggie phoned his lieutenant with an order. "Get me more of dem Sleeping Beauties over here," Reggie commanded. Reggie earned his status as a captain in the drug trade by never using the garbage he dealt. He had other plans for the pharmaceutical grade compound used medically for anesthesia and on the street, mixed with heroin and a few other naughty substances, as a date rape drug. Dave sat in his recliner, Christy by herself on the sofa. "Here ya go, Bro. Drink up," Reggie said with a smile handing Dave a bottle of Michelob, condensation dripping down the cold glass like beads of sweat. After bumping bottles together in a toast, Dave guzzled his third brew. A little while later, Dave dozed off. The dim glow from the television provided the only light in the room. Christy fell asleep as well. Her head rested on Reggie's shoulder. Reggie's hand rubbed her inner thigh and then stealthily moved to her crotch. Reggie proceeded unbuttoning her pants. His hand slid inside her panties. "Oh, no, oooooooh, stooooooop," Christy quietly murmured. She was having a familiar dream about Reggie as he masturbated and aroused her in her sleep. She awoke, grabbed his wrist and tried prying him out of her pants. "No, Reggie. Stop. Dave will wake up," Christy whispered. Christy realized if Dave woke, he would fight with Reggie. Reggie would kick Dave's ass badly and it wouldn't be good. "He ain't waking up tonight," Reggie said. "Don't you worry none about it, Baby. I've done taken care of dat." Christy wasn't sure exactly what Reggie meant, but he pulled her onto his lap as if Dave wasn't there. His fingers moved faster inside Christy's pants and he watched her face contort from an orgasm. "No, please stop," Christy quietly mewled when Reggie pulled down her jeans and panties. Her wet sounds filled the room. They faced Dave and Reggie spread her legs over his own, flashing Dave the pink insides of Christy's glistening pussy by gingerly separating her labia with his black fingers. Christy twisted with discomfort but Reggie's arm, wrapped around her thin waist, held her in his lap. Her fidgeting subsided with her next orgasm. Reggie removed Christy's shirt and bra and his hand slid to her cute breasts, tweaking her nipples. His other hand continued working her quivering pussy. Christy quietly struggled to stop Reggie, fearful of Dave waking and seeing them. Reggie pulled down his gym shorts and slowly placed his black, enormity inside Christy's tight, pink cunt. Dave's small wife writhed on the huge, black pole that was Reggie's penis, Reggie's fingers messaging her engorged clit. His black rod travelled in and out of Christy's pink folds, it actually fitting inside her seemed to defy physics. Dave peacefully slept while his gorgeous, model perfect wife got fucked by a Nigger in front of him. She silently squirmed in Reggie's lap that evening having orgasms and trying to stop before Dave awoke. But Dave remained in slumber the duration. Reggie took his time. He grabbed Christy's chin, turned her face and they french kissed. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmm," Christy moaned into Reggie's mouth while his tongue explored hers. More and more, Christy's hips moved with as much determination as his, euphoria bonding them together. She wanted him to cum in her. She didn't care anymore if Dave saw them. She loved fucking Reggie's cock. Reggie came in her pussy. His love glue filled Christy and having no place else to go, flowed down his shaft. Christy's throbbing cunt milked every last squirt of cum from him. It was the wee hour of the morning when Christy left Reggie's lap. "Come to bed with me," she spoke in Reggie's ear. Reggie gladly followed and the two went to bed, leaving Dave alone to sleep.