Defiled Young Housewife

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, naive, 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 faiade 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 risqui 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 naive, 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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