Sunday, 1 September 2013

YOUNG HOUSE WIFE

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.

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