Stories from author thecryptkeeper

[Brainmetal]

Abducted Social Worker

By thecryptkeeper ©

The September sun beats down on Lisa through the open sunroof of her blue Acura as she pulls up to her last case for the day in the middle of the projects. The young, 22-year-old accepted this job with the Department of Children and Families (DCF) three months ago after graduating from college. Just getting the swing of things, she looks forward to successfully finishing her probationary period with the agency and perhaps pursuing a master's degree.

A confident, well educated woman with a bright future, Lisa worries more about the security of her car in this terrible neighborhood than her own safety. This is a family reassigned to Lisa's supervision due to child neglect - a 38-year-old single mother with three children.

It has been a long day and Lisa looks forward to returning home and starting the weekend even though her husband, Doug, is on deployment in Afghanistan and she will be alone. She plans on completing the four page letter to him she started yesterday evening. Like her other love notes to Doug, this one will be scented with her best perfume and sealed with a lipstick imprint of her kiss. She married Doug two months ago before his departure with the military.

More beautiful than she realizes, Lisa stands a medium height with a petite figure, the result of regular exercise and healthy diet. She sports firm, C-cup breasts, a cute, round butt, and soft, brunette hair reaching slightly past her shoulders. Smooth, unblemished skin, high cheekbones, a little nose and big, blue eyes comprise her angular face.

Wearing an attractive, black pantsuit with grey pinstripes, her loud heels announce her approach as she travels the walkway to the apartment.

Lisa knocks on the door. A black female answers.

"Hi, I'm Lisa Codell with the Department of Children and Families. Are you Shaquanda Green?" Lisa inquires, a bright smile revealing her perfect teeth from regular visits to the dentist since childhood.

Growing up in a white, middle class neighborhood, Lisa has had limited exposure to blacks prior to taking this job. Like many young people, Lisa has plans for the future and wants to make a positive difference in the world.

"I is Shaquanda," the black woman says. She looks fairly attractive. Light brown eyes and a golden complexion combined with an aquiline nose hint at Hispanic or European influence somewhere in her ancestry. She is medium build -- not fat but definitely thick and muscular. Shaquanda drapes herself in expensive gold jewelry: rings on several fingers and thick chain necklaces.

"Hi Shaquanda, may I come in to check the kids and their home environment today?"

For eight years DCF has been sending social workers to Shaquanda to check on her kids. She knows these visits usually take an hour or two, sometimes longer to interview each child. Shaquanda hasn't bothered telling DCF yet that she recently sent her children to live with their aunt. "Ya can't come in now. I's got company," Shaquanda answers impatiently.

Lisa isn't sure how to react. In her three months with the agency no one has refused scheduled visits.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. But I have to see your kids and where they live. If you don't let me the DCF could take your children into protective custody," Lisa warns. "I only want to help."

This social worker is really attractive. Shaquanda decides to play her a while, perhaps finding a way into the young woman's panties. "Ya threatening me?" Shaquanda sneers with her neck swerving side to side. Her dark hair in braids with costly extensions and bright red beads at their ends pendulously swings with the movement of her head.

Shaquanda's hostility shocks Lisa. Lisa tries being diplomatic, "No, no, you don't understand. Please, ma'am. I'm on your side. But they could take your children if you don't let me do my job."

This cute little social worker is a far cry from the fat, older, black women that previously visited -- right up Shaquanda's alley.

Shaquanda has liked girls since childhood. She never met her father and lived with an old black man as a kid who she knew as Uncle Joe. Her mother, a hopeless drug addict, left Shaquanda to roam the streets at an early age.

Sexual abuse started early for Shaquanda. Uncle Joe couldn't get erections, so he paid Shaquanda and her other female friends to do things to each other while he watched. He woke her many nights touching her private places and she discovered she preferred girls to boys.

But Shaquanda's traumatic childhood formed the foundation for deviant sexuality.

Shaquanda abruptly changes her attitude for Lisa and feigns defeat, "No, don't takes my babies. Ya can come in."

Lisa enters the dingy, rundown apartment, musty air filling her sinuses. The walls -- originally white, but yellowed by age and grease -- need painting. The place appears disorganized with debris strewn about and can use a good cleaning.

"It says here you have one girl and two boys, ages ten, twelve, and 15. Where are they?" Lisa questions looking down at the form on her clipboard, the back of which she spends idle time drawing hearts with her and Doug's name in them.

"They's visiting my sister," Shaquanda answers.

"Does anyone else live here with you besides the children?" Lisa asks.

Reggie happens to be with Shaquanda today. He has an appetite for petite white girls too and a special talent for getting into their panties. A brilliant idea occurs to Shaquanda: introducing Lisa to Reggie and seeing where things might go.

"Jus Reggie sometimes. He's in da bedroom. Ya wants to meet him?"

"I need to interview your children," Lisa coolly replies. "When will they be here?"

"Reggie, ya has a vistor!" Shaquanda yells, ignoring Lisa's question.

Reggie, a 39-year-old drug dealer and Shaquanda's pimp, comes out from her bedroom. He stands 6' 4", 225 pounds of solid muscle. He wears an angry scowl -- a big vein bulging beneath the surface of his forehead -- as if interrupted from something important.

"What you want, Shaquanda?" Reggie asks.

"Dis here young lady with social services be asking about ya," Shaquanda says, giving Reggie a wink and wicked smile.

Reggie takes a second look at the beautiful social worker. He likes young, white pussy and never misses opportunities to nail it, but this girl can be a professional model with her figure and face. She fits his target profile with the clean, virtuous look magazine ads attempt to capture. Lisa triggers an old, familiar itch in Reggie he can't resist scratching.

Reggie's attraction to white girls goes back as far as he can remember. In high school he fell hard for one named Charlene. Charlene convinced Reggie to buy her expensive rings and jewelry with money he made hustling drugs on the street. She latter accused Reggie of raping her. He exhausted all his resources on an unsuccessful defense, and received thirty years in prison until DNA evidence set him free.

A white judge and jury convicted Reggie of a crime he didn't commit -- took three years of his life without compensation, leaving him penniless.

But while incarcerated, Reggie learned how to become a really successful criminal, making friends with members of organized crime who explained the synergistic benefits of combining drugs with human trafficking and prostitution.

Reggie observes Lisa's wedding band and surmises she is a typical uppity white bitch never fucked by a black man.

Lisa feels uneasy as Reggie approaches, undressing her with his dark eyes.

"I just need to ask a couple quick questions and I'll come back another time when the kids are here," Lisa nervously declares.

Reggie stands inches away, almost making physical contact with Lisa and towering over her.

It dawns on Lisa that Reggie and Shaquanda pose serious danger to her. Reggie sees her blue eyes looking at the door to a possible escape.

"Suppose we doesn't feel like answering questions?" Reggie mocks, pulling Lisa's clipboard from her hands, tossing it across the room, and moving between Lisa and the exit she has been eyeing.

"Hey!" Lisa blurts. "I need that." The clipboard contains all of the day's paperwork as well as the note to Doug she has been writing.

"Who da fuck ya think ya is coming in here and asking personal questions like ya is superior to us?"

They have this all wrong. She is there to help them. Lisa backs away from the giant black man.

"Get da door, Shaquanda. I think we needs to teach her a lesson," Reggie barks.

Without fully understanding yet where things are heading, Shaquanda obeys Reggie and races to the door.

Lisa finds herself against the wall. Reggie grabs hold of her arms.

"Get your hands off of me! I'm going to have you arrested for assault," Lisa threatens, unsuccessfully attempting to jerk free of Reggie's grasp.

Threatening to have Reggie arrested is the wrong thing for a white girl to say to him. Reggie lets go and slaps Lisa hard across the face, leaving a red mark on her left cheek and causing her to see stars.

"You threatening me now?" Reggie challenges tearing Lisa's purse from her shoulder and flinging it to Shaquanda.

"Find her cell phone. She ain't calling nobody," Reggie declares.

Lisa rubs her cheek and stares at Reggie in shock. She tastes a trickle of blood. Everything is happening so fast she doesn't know whether to scream or try reasoning with him. Before she can decide, Reggie's meaty hand covers her mouth and Lisa finds herself being dragged toward the room Reggie came from, her shoes furrowing the worn, green carpet, then falling off, on the way.

"Get her clothes off whiles I hold her," Reggie snaps whirling Lisa around like a rag doll and wrestling her into bed. "We is gonna teach her some respect."

Hearing their intentions, Lisa thrashes in Reggie's lap, but he overpowers her and pulls her tightly into his chest, which rises and falls from his deep breaths.

Shaquanda smiles, unveiling a piano key arrangement of white and gold teeth, as she begins unbuttoning Lisa's blouse.

"I bet ya never had a big, black cock before," she taunts, her spider-like fingers crawling down the buttons on Lisa's shirt.

Lisa's blue eyes grow large with fear. She has only been with one man her entire life -- her husband, Doug. This can't be happening. Rape is something that occurs to other unfortunate women, not her. Lisa musters all her strength, summoning every muscle in her body, but can't break free from Reggie's viselike embrace.

"MMMPPPHHH!" Lisa tries to scream.

"Ya a lucky girl. Once Reggie spoils ya with his huge cock, ya ain't never gonna be satisfied with nothing else," Shaquanda teases.

Lisa's blouse hangs open. Her firm breasts fill her pink, silk bra like strong winds against sails on a ship. Lisa flails in Reggie's embrace as Shaquanda's hands reach her pants.

"Ooooh, look what we has here," Shaquanda says pulling Lisa's pants down while Lisa violently kicks, revealing pink, silk bikini briefs matching her racy bra.

Scantily clad in undergarments, Lisa struggles with Reggie in bed, twisting in every way possible to escape his hold. All of Lisa's energy makes no progress, like a tire spinning in mud. Two against one, Shaquanda manages removing Lisa's bra in the commotion, unveiling perky young tits, light pink nipples and quarter sized areolas.

Lisa feels both embarrassed and frightened.

"And now let's see what dis pretty girl has waiting down here for us," Shaquanda says placing her thumbs in the waistband of Lisa's briefs.

Lisa gnashes her teeth, kicks and squirms to prevent Shaquanda from making further progress.

Shaquanda has worked in prostitution long enough to know how pimps get new girls to cooperate. She pinches Lisa's nipples hard with her glossy fingernails professionally manicured in red acrylic polish, and twists.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" Lisa's muffled screeches fill the room.

Shaquanda repeats the punishment several more times, causing Lisa's nipples to harden and glow red from pain. Shaquanda's pussy grows wet making this high class girl experience the same humiliating treatment a lowly woman recruited from the streets receives to become a whore.

"If ya thinks dat hurt, I'll rip dem pretty things off if ya fight me again," Shaquanda threatens. She returns to the panties. Lisa's kicks subdue to a wiggle Shaquanda easily works around, gracefully pulling the soft fabric down Lisa's long legs, as if uncovering an artwork.

After removing the last vestige of Lisa's privacy, Shaquanda's hands slide between her closed knees.

"Open up and let us see what ya got," Shaquanda prods.

No way will Lisa allow these animals to molest her. Her legs stay stubbornly closed.

"Oh, she is shy and doesn't want us to see her pretty pussy," Shaquanda remarks.

Reggie realizes things have already gone too far with Lisa, and the longer they spend fighting her, the more likely they are to find trouble. He grows impatient. He has ways to make girls cooperate quicker. "Go's and gets the works for her," Reggie instructs Shaquanda.

Lisa struggles for adequate air through her nostrils, trying to pull Reggie's hand from her mouth with Shaquanda temporarily gone from the room. She feels his other strong hand wandering over her waist, kneading her firm belly while holding her in his lap.

"Ya need to calm down," Reggie soothingly speaks in Lisa's ear. "We won't hurt ya. Just does what we says."

Lisa is terrified; his hand is still rubbing her stomach, descending ever lower. She doesn't understand what Reggie meant by 'the works', but she isn't settling down and allowing them to have their way with her either -- that will never happen! She has to get free.

Shaquanda returns with a rubber tourniquet and syringe containing an exotic date rape mixture: a pharmaceutical grade substance used legitimately for anesthesia with other nasty street drugs including cocaine and heroin.

The meaning of 'the works' now becomes horribly evident to Lisa and she strives harder to get free, her lithe body squirming like a snake in Reggie's embrace while Shaquanda tightens the tourniquet around her arm.

"MMMPPHHH!!" Lisa tries screaming so someone might hear her. Her prior determination to fight turns to the desperation of an ensnared animal. She will do anything to avoid the dreadful injection. She wants Reggie and Shaquanda to know she is sorry for bothering them; that she won't tell anyone what happened if they let her go. But she can't speak with Reggie's hand over her mouth.

"It gonna be okay once ya try dis," Shaquanda promises holding Lisa's struggling arm straight.

Lisa doesn't know what substance the syringe contains, but it can't be good. She never touched drugs her entire life. She witnessed how they destroyed lives these past three months working for Social Services. She doesn't even like taking aspirin. It won't be okay, like Shaquanda claims, if they put that poison into her. But Lisa already expended so much energy jostling Reggie. Her exertions to yank her arm from Shaquanda's grasp get weaker, only serving to distend her veins more and make them easier targets.

"That's it girl, keeps fightin," Shaquanda encourages. She feels Lisa tiring.

Fatigued, Lisa's arm stops moving enough for Shaquanda to quickly stick a vein exclaiming, "Gotcha."

Lisa doesn't know it, but the battle is over. Reggie finally removes his hand from her mouth.

Drawing in a deep breath while in Reggie's arms, Lisa cries, "Oooowwwee, don't put that in me." She watches a pink plume of her blood mix in the syringe, hardly noticing Reggie's fingers sliding to her breast and now gently playing with her nipple.

Shaquanda slowly depresses the plunger. "Don't move, Honey, or the needle might break in you," she warns.

Lisa quietly observes Shaquanda empty the remnants of the syringe into her vein, everything seeming to move in slow motion.

"There we go," Shaquanda's voice echoes in Lisa's ears, breaking an awkward silence. Shaquanda pulls the needle out of Lisa's arm, a drop of blood oozing from the site. Shaquanda wipes it with her thumb and then pops the digit in her mouth.

"Mmmmm, sweet," Shaquanda comments tasting Lisa's blood. "Ya gonna feel so good," she adds, removing the tourniquet and allowing the potent drugs to rush through Lisa's circulatory system. "Ya ever get high before?" Shaquanda asks.

Overcome by the intense rush of her first high, Lisa doesn't answer. The closest she has ever come to using drugs is an occasional glass of wine. The chemicals now in her bloodstream cause her every neuron to spark in euphoria, her mood to elevate a thousand times brighter than listening to her favorite piece of classical music. In a place somewhere between consciousness and sleep, Lisa dreams while still awake.

The affects of the drugs in Lisa become immediately evident. The somnambulant girl's nipples pucker; Reggie feels the one he is gently rolling between his fingers become stiff as a pencil's eraser.

Lisa's apprehensions diminish. It barely registers that she is lying naked in front of two complete strangers -- in a huge black man's lap who she doesn't know.

Reggie lifts Lisa off his lap and gently lays her back in the bed, her head resting on a fluffy pillow. Like a spider, Shaquanda has paralyzed their victim with drugs. Reggie's eyes greedily scan Lisa's nubile body as he rises from the bed.

"Do ya mind if I get her ready for ya?" Shaquanda requests.

Reggie loves girl on girl action as much as fucking them himself, "Sure, go ahead. Knock yourself out and have fun with her."

Reggie watches Shaquanda slither like a lizard into the bed and pry Lisa's legs open.

Lisa doesn't realize what Shaquanda is doing at first.

Besides a narrow, neatly trimmed strip of brown pubic hair above her vagina, the rest of Lisa appears hairless. Shaquanda wonders if she used laser treatments to get so smooth.

"Aren't you a pretty thing," Shaquanda states stretching Lisa's labia apart and revealing her light pink flesh.

Lisa murmurs, "No," becoming aware of Shaquanda touching her private place. She tries closing her legs, but with Shaquanda already planted securely between them the effort proves unsuccessful.

Shaquanda holds Lisa open, licks her finger, and softly strokes Lisa's sensitive hood while dipping her tongue in her pink slit.

"Noh, stop," Lisa cries, pushing Shaquanda's head, her braids like small ropes through Lisa's fingers. "I'm married... not that way... Doug," Lisa babbles in delirium. Lisa can't understand how one woman does this to another. It's revolting.

"Oh, I gonna make ya become dis way, Baby. Ya gonna love having yur pussy eaten by a woman when I gets through with ya," Shaquanda quickly responds. "Who's Doug?" Shaquanda further queries.

"Husband," Lisa mumbles.

Slowly caressing Lisa's clit, Shaquanda looks at Reggie, smiles, and replies, "Ya pussy belongs to me and Reggie now, not Doug," before returning to serious business on Lisa.

Shaquanda sexually assaults Lisa for her own good reasons. By the time Shaquanda turned 18 years old, she worked as a prostitute and never finished school. She didn't get the nice upbringing and stable childhood this bitch enjoyed -- to attend college, afford a new car, marry a man and start a family.

Lisa got all the breaks in life, and then acted all superior with her cute, white ass. Shaquanda finds Lisa gorgeous but loathes what Lisa represents.

"Oh, oh, no, stop it," Lisa whines.

Shaquanda's experience as a prostitute makes her expert at pleasuring men and women. But she has long fantasized about introducing Sapphic pleasures to a privileged, inexperienced white girl.

It's a bad dream. No, Lisa briefly realizes she's being raped by another woman. Then she's dreaming again. The drugs keep Lisa confused, her thoughts scattered. Fleeting images of her husband, Doug, come to mind. She closes her eyes to the unwanted sensation between her legs slowly taking over.

Reggie watches Lisa's head turn side to side. She expends less effort trying to push Shaquanda's face away from her dripping cunt.

Shaquanda removes her mouth from Lisa's pussy; but her fingers still hold Lisa's beautiful lips wide apart, every detail of the poor girl's private anatomy briefly exposed for observation. Shaquanda sinks her long, black index finger into Lisa's glistening pink flesh and twirls Lisa's clitoris beneath her thumb.

"No, stop it!" Lisa cries grabbing Shaquanda's wrist with both hands and attempting to pull the invading digits from her pussy.

"Let go," Reggie booms, peeling Lisa's delicate fingers from Shaquanda's wrist. He brings Lisa's hands back above her shoulders pinning them down to the mattress. Her fingers curl as if trying to grasp the air while Shaquanda's middle digit joins her index finger inside Lisa, searching for Lisa's g-spot.

"Make this white bitch cum," Reggie growls, the bulge in his shorts growing even more noticeable.

"Oh, she gonna cum for us whether she want to or not," Shaquanda says, observing Lisa's hips suddenly rise involuntarily. "There we go, right there. I think I found her spot," she adds. Shaquanda's fingers flutter against Lisa's sensitive internal flesh while her thumb continues circles on her now engorged clitoris.

"Look at how full her clitty be gettin for me and how wet she is," Shaquanda comments. "She gonna cum real soon, ain't ya, Baby."

"Noooooo," Lisa hisses, her eyes squeezing shut, but her hips now responding to Shaquanda's fingers like a musician to a conductor's baton.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, oh, oh, God! No!" Lisa moans, her wrists straining beneath Reggie's hands to get free. Tension builds within her seeking more contact with Shaquanda's fingers, not less, to release it. Her smooth, gorgeous face grimaces, becoming ugly like a weightlifter's when attempting to pump too much iron.

"Don't make me," Lisa whimpers.

"Ooooh, yes, she be cumming good now. Look at her face. I thought she said she wasn't dis way," Shaquanda giggles, continuing to masturbate Lisa. "What would her husband think seeing her cum like dis for me?" Shaquada questions.

"Dat's it girl, keep cumming for Shaquanda," Lisa hears Reggie encourage. The drugs and physical sensations are overpowering. Lisa grows preoccupied with her pussy in spite of her prior determination not to allow Shaquanda and Reggie to have their way with her.

"Oh," Lisa exclaims, totally centered on her cunt.

Lisa doesn't notice Reggie release her wrists; her hands remaining in place on the mattress beside her shoulders.

Reggie slowly backs away careful not to disturb Lisa and the delicate girl-on-girl action developing for him to watch. She's in orgasm, a natural, uninhibited state of feminine bloom absolutely bared open for him to see. Having coaxed Lisa's legs farther apart, Shaquanda's thumb and index finger still hold Lisa's labia open, revealing the internal pink beauty that up until today, Lisa had modestly concealed from the entire world -- save her husband -- all her life.

Reggie listens to Lisa whispering "no" to Shaquanda while passively allowing Shaquanda to proceed. The drugs ensure Lisa's capitulation.

In a drug induced state, Lisa falls deeper into the groove of multiple orgasms Shaquanda digs for her, hardly aware of Reggie's presence or anything other than the business with Shaquanda. But the attention to Lisa's pussy changes -- feels differently. Lisa looks down and observes Reggie positioning his charcoal penis at her entrance. The thing is huge, with numerous veins bulging along its thick, lengthy shaft and a big scrotum containing testicles each the size of walnuts. It looks so much larger than Doug. It can't be real. This must be a bad dream because no man possesses a penis that big.

While she had a few boyfriends before marrying Doug, things never got further with them than making out and playing with an occasional penis to avoid intercourse. She knows from that limited experience that men vary in size. She settled for Doug, not the most physically endowed among her many suitors, because he seemed like a safe choice -- maybe a little quiet and a bit on the nerdy side, but definitely stable. Lisa never encountered anything remotely close to the huge, black specimen now pushing at her entrance. Up until this point in her life, only Doug's modest member has entered her.

"NOO!" Lisa whines. Her labia stretch tightly to admit Reggie's penis. Made highly receptive by Shaquanda, Lisa's juicy pussy adjusts to the abrupt change in partners and snugly fits Reggie's cock.

Reggie works his uncanny phallus inside Lisa, making her pussy adapt to his larger size as nature intended. With each thrust, her tiny cunt further accommodates him.

"Please don't," Lisa cries. But her pussy takes more and more of Reggie inside it. "I'm married. Stop," she continues, trying to push Reggie off.

Something tightenes around her arm. Lisa turns to see the tourniquet fastened on her bicep and Shaquanda brandishing another syringe.

"Don't give me more of that," Lisa pleads, Reggie's cock moving inside her without interruption.

"Yur too distracted. Dis will help ya give Reggie yur undivided attention," Shaquanda explains, sticking the needle into Lisa's vein and giggling. "Ooooh, yeah, there we go," Shaquanda proclaims taking special delight in emptying more of the destructive love potion into Lisa. "Dis gonna be the best fuck of yur life."

"Don't do this to me," Lisa begs. She watches Shaquanda remove the tourniquet and start saying something else. But it doesn't matter anymore. Another rush of euphoria sweeps Lisa away, Shaquanda's voice trailing to distant echoes in her ears saying something about being kind to Reggie and taking all of his big cock.

The pressure and discomfort subside. Lisa acclimates to Reggie's huge size and her entire existence rapidly coalesces around the piston moving inside her. Lisa fails to recognize the significance of Reggie's heavy balls slapping her ass -- her body fully accepting him.

Reggie feels Lisa's nipples poke into his chest, her pussy rippling with involuntary spasms around his rod as the drugs take hold.

"Oh," Lisa exclaims, her eyes halfway closed, her back arching, her body lunging beneath Reggie's thrusts. She feels his cock separating the quivering tissues lining her birth canal, rubbing against them, crowding out her other thoughts, rendering her mind blank to everything else in the Universe.

Reggie decides to change positions and unexpectedly withdraws his long, slick cock from Lisa's wet cunt.

The abrupt interruption from intercourse disappoints Lisa's body, instinctually seeking the natural conclusion to this heinous act. Lisa dumbly looks at Reggie's horrendously large and grisly penis removed from her. The shiny appendage twitches as it points away from his body. It doesn't fully register with her that the juices coating it are her own.

"Help get her on top of me, Shaquanda," Reggie prompts, rolling on his back beside Lisa.

Shaquanda takes a moment to suck Lisa's juices from Reggie's cock, her head bobbing up and down his shaft several times."Mmmmm, mmmm" Shaquanda moans before pulling her mouth away.

"Her pussy is so good. Ya gots to taste it," Shaquanda announces moving to Lisa and encouraging her to sit up.

Befuddled, Lisa awkwardly allows Shaquanda to position her above Reggie.

Shaquanda fumbles to fit their parts together, but finally gets the head of Reggie's thick, heavy cock back into Lisa's pink entrance.

Reggie feels soft, silky warmth -- the tight embrace of Lisa's labia admitting him back inside her. He places his hands -- callused from hours at the gym pumping iron instead of earning an honest living -- on Lisa's hips and pushes down.

"That's it, girl," Shaquanda spurs as Lisa slides down Reggie's long, black pole.

With a very unladylike grunt, Lisa reaches bottom fully impaling herself. Reggie begins working his pelvis into Lisa while Shaquanda reaches down and caresses Lisa's clitoris.

"Oh!" Lisa blurts, her body welcoming the resumption of their unfinished business, instinctively moving her hips, her pussy forcefully contracting around Reggie's cock again.

"Dat's it girl, fuck dat big, black cock. Oh dat cock feels so good inside yur pussy," Shaquanda encourages. "Oooooh yeah, ya gonna cum."

Reggie pulls Lisa backwards. She lies supinely on top of him with his cock sawing in and out of her.

Shaquanda joins by pushing Lisa's legs further apart and licking her again. "Oh, yes, ya taste so good, girl," Shaquanda asserts. She licks more, and then sucks Lisa's engorged clit.

"Noh," Lisa moans, her body conflicting with her mind.

"Yes," Shaquanda mimicks back, gently retracting Lisa's swollen hood with her thumb and gingerly licking the exposed head.

Lisa squirms but Reggie holds her tightly to his chest with one hand between her flat tummy and her narrow, neatly trimmed bush, his other taking turns gently rolling her hard nipples between his fingers. She has a well toned abdomen from frequent workouts, a beautiful belly button, vertical in shape and hooded, that gently rises and falls with her heavy breathing.

Reggie allows his hand to gently wander from her firm abdominal muscles contracting beneath it to her well groomed pubic hairs roughly brushing against his palm. She is quite the prize.

"Oh, oh, oh, please, stop, don't, no," Lisa moans.

Reggie's thrusts increase. Lisa's primal female instincts sense he's going to cum.

"Please... don't... not inside me,"

"Oh, no," Lisa exclaims receiving Reggie's semen. Doug used condoms with her because they weren't ready to start a family yet and she questioned the safety of birth control pills.

Unable to fight nature, Lisa's pussy traitorously contracts around Reggie's cock, encouraging it to cum more in her, to fill her with rich, potent cream, maximizing the likelihood of their union resulting in offspring -- so opposite of Lisa's wishes.

A few moments later Shaquanda pulls Reggie's deflating shaft from Lisa's still aroused pussy and sucks him clean while watching potent, surplus jism ooze from Lisa's cunt.

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The drugs make Lisa peacefully forget. She floats in bed high in the clouds, unconcerned about Reggie's vigorous sperm swimming inside her while Reggie goes through her purse and finds keys to her blue Acura. He takes cash in her wallet amounting to $98 and destroys everything else -- her credit cards, driver's license, voter registration, and her work identification. All are cut into tiny pieces and carefully discarded in a trash bag. She won't need any of it anymore, Reggie determines.

The pictures in Lisa's cell phone don't show a single black person and reveal to Reggie that she recently married some white boy in the Army -- the Doug she mentioned to Shaquanda and addressed in the love letter Reggie and Shaquanda read on her clipboard hidden beneath all the government forms. Reggie steps outside after gleaning Lisa's personal information and smashes her phone on the concrete walkway. Throwing it down several times and crushing it beneath his heel, he picks up the broken slivers of plastic. He sees her blue Acura parked inconspicuously and out-of-the-way in a remote corner. It's a nice car. Too bad it must go to the chop shop. Reggie whips out his own cell phone.

"Hi Ray, this be Reggie. I'm staring at a nice new Acura right now over at Shaquanda's with yur name on it. I gots keys for it. Yeah, da owner don't need it no more. She gonna be lying on her back not doing much driving -- except maybe on my stick shift," Reggie chuckles. "I needs ya to make it disappear right away."

Reggie comes back inside barking to Shaquanda, "Give me all her clothes." He takes a few minutes deeply inhaling the female scent from Lisa's panties. He basks in their fragrance deciding to keep them as a souvenir. Then everything else of Lisa's -- including her purse, shoes, and bra -- go into the trash bag destined for the furnace. "We better shoot her up again and move her to my place at Kenneth Courts in case they comes looking for her here," Reggie mentions to Shaquanda.

Something constricts around Lisa's arm and someone holds it outstretched; she can't move it. Lisa turns her head and sees Shaquanda with a syringe to her distended vein.

"Please, no more," Lisa murmurs.

With a stern look, Reggie watches Shaquanda finish drugging Lisa. The seriousness of their situation sinking in, Reggie explains, "I'm gonna need yur help with dis one."

Lisa releases a long, heavy sigh with her eyeballs rolling back in her head from another dose of the addicting and powerful drugs. She's completely out of it.

"She the finest pussy I've tapped in years, but she ain't gonna be easy keeping," Reggie continues. "We facing some serious prison time for what we done if we get caught."

"Ya know ya can count on me, Reggie -- whatever ya need."

"Dis drug business of mine takes a lot of time. I has to go down to Mexico and South America next week for some important meetings, den I needs to go to New York and Chicago. On top of dat, I has the girls at the strip club and the ones working the street I need to take care of."

"What do ya have in mind, Reggie?" Shaquanda questions while watching Lisa. Lisa is laying nude in the bed with her mouth ajar, eyes barely open, and her body slowly rocking side to side futilely trying to make herself sober.

"It's gonna be a long term commitment if I keep her. One of us will always need to stay with her. It be easier to just give her an overdose and let the police find her on the street," Reggie debates staring at the girl and trying to make his decision. "Or I could just sell her to the South Americans. They pay premiums for high class, white, American girls," he adds.

"She's so gorgeous. It'd be a shame to waste such a pretty pussy," Shaquada answers. "We can see how things go and if she becomes too difficult, we can always resort to dem options."

"Ya wants to stop turning tricks and work with her instead? I can pay ya a little extra, but I doesn't want anyone else's dick in her. I wants her for myself until I get tired of her," Reggie proposes. "Ya can make her yur girlfriend and have her pussy if ya wants. I just don't want her getting no cock except mine. Ya know I like that kinky lesbo shit anyway," Reggie adds with a devilish grin.

Shaquanda's eyes light up. Besides the extra money, she loves working with new girls and has a special liking for Lisa. "Okay, Reggie, I'll handle her for ya. Dis will bring new meaning to the expression 'labor of love'," Shaquanda quips.

Reggie busts out laughing. "She be yur new girlfriend as well as mine -- our new girlfriend," he finally manages with a big smile after regaining some composure. "Now let's get her over to Kenneth Courts while it's quiet around here."

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Lisa wakes up naked in a strange bed confused and only remembering bits of weird dreams. She reaches down; the wisp of pubic hair above her pussy feels crusty, like dried hair gel. Upon further examination, her tummy and tits contain similar residue. She sits up and scans the room for her clothes.

Thick curls of old paint peal from the walls like badly sun burned skin; in spots plaster has fallen from lathing, leaving craters like pockmarks on an acne scarred face. Dust and scattered pieces of crumbled plaster cover dull, hardwood floors. Where is she? How did she get here? What is she doing here? She feels foggy and can't think straight. Where are her clothes?

Throughout the night, Reggie and Shaquanda introduced Lisa to more of their deleterious love potion to keep her 'on task'. Shaquanda sits in the living room recalling the previous evening and how much she enjoyed Lisa's sex when she notices Lisa's hourglass figure staggering from Reggie's room, a nude, willowy form with her hand against the wall for support. They gave her the last injection several hours ago.

When Shaquanda hooked up with Reggie five years earlier, Reggie never needed to rough her up, or thankfully, start her on addictive drugs like this white bimbo.

"Ya sho had a good time with me and Reggie last night. Was dat yur first time with a black man?" Shaquanda asks. "I bet ya never let another woman eat yur pussy before either."

Lisa looks at Shaquanda confused. Who is Reggie? What is she talking about? Things aren't making any sense. She would never have sex with another man, or with a woman -- the thought is repulsive.

Shaquanda ogles the gentle, feminine curves and smooth skin of the drugged girl standing in front of her. Without clothing to conceal her flawless body, Lisa is either too baffled to realize her nudity or so high she doesn't care.

"I've got to go," Lisa utters heading toward the door and providing Shaquanda with an unintended yet breathtaking view of her tight, heart shaped ass.

The surroundings appear to flow like liquid and Lisa can't walk straight, her legs turning to rubber. Small chips of paint brake off and lodge beneath her fingernails from clawing the wall to avoid falling.

"Now where's ya goin in yur condition with no clothes on?" Shaquanda asks, grabbing hold of Lisa's arm to stabilize her. Shaquanda guides Lisa to the sofa.

Lisa falls back in the worn couch and stares at Shaquanda with a perplexed look.

"Just sit and relax. Everything will be okay," Shaquanda reassures Lisa while focusing on the oblivious girl's perfect breasts which could contain helium the way they almost defy gravity. Small areolas a light shade of pink with slightly darker nipples in their centers look like tiny, monochromatic bull's-eyes on Lisa's tits begging to be caressed, sucked, nibbled to erection. Shaquanda picks up a cell phone and calls someone.

"Our new girlfriend is up. She still out of it, but ya better get over here quick."

Still high Lisa doesn't fully grasp what Shaquanda says on the phone.

"Why am I naked?" Lisa asks. "Where are my clothes?" She feels like she is dreaming.

Shaquanda doesn't answer.

"Where's my wedding band?" Lisa inquires holding her hands up in astonishment and noting the missing ring from her finger -- everything looks so different; feels so strange.

A big black man in baggy gym shorts suddenly stands in front of her without a shirt. Lisa can't recall when he entered the room but recognizes the huge muscles in his arms, chest, and stomach, and the ridiculous bulge in his shorts from her dreams -- that devastatingly large penis had been inside her.

"Can I make her cum first," Shaquanda entreats Reggie. "I love her pussy."

Reggie pulls Lisa onto his lap. "Let's give her more dope first. Then ya can go down on her all ya want. I don't want her too lucid til we breaks her in more."

From deep beneath her drug induced murkiness, Lisa senses danger as she sits nude on this giant black man's lap, his hard penis pressing against her buttocks through his shorts.

"No, what are you giving me?" Lisa yelps, a crease forming between her eyebrows. Locked in Reggie's tremendous arms she watches Shaquanda stick a needle in her again.

"She ain't struggling as much," Shaquanda remarks.

"No shit? We been shooting her up with junk since yesterday afternoon. She must be feeling pretty fucking good right now and we about to make things even better for her."

"Oh," Lisa murmurs as if recalling something familiarly pleasant. Shaquanda removes the tourniquet allowing the full array of fireworks to explode inside Lisa.

"I think she startin to like dis shit," Shaquanda comments, staring at Lisa's reaction. Lisa's head falls back on Reggie's shoulder; her mouth gapes open; her face becomes serene, her eyes dreamy.

Reggie uses drugs on girls from good families. The drugs keep them in line and prevent their escape. White girls in particular deserve being turned into drug dependent sluts. Once he gets them hooked, they're hopelessly enslaved to him by their addiction. He relishes this nice, ironic twist of fate between their two races.

Shaquanda puts the needle down on the coffee table next to the couch and moves Lisa into a straddling position on Reggie's lap.

Reggie opens his legs causing Lisa's to spread apart as well. He looks down from above Lisa's shoulder and watches.

Shaquanda parts Lisa's labia and culls her clit from the delicate, pink folds. She then licks her thumb and gently strokes Lisa's clitoral hood.

"No, please, oh, don't, not there, oooooooooooooh" Lisa moans.

"Oh, yes, right there. Did I find yur love button again, Baby?"

"Oh, oooh, ooooh, oooooooooh, nooo, please."

"Why ya be saying no? We already know how much ya like dis." Shaquanda replies. "Don't ya remember all the nice things we did to ya last night? Look at how wet ya be getting for me. Ya be doin some fine social work now. Ya seeing what life really be like for us. It feels nice and ain't bad, is it?"

Even with her mind in heavy chemical clouds Reggie and Shaquanda keep putting in her blood that soften the gravity of her predicament, a faint alarm sounds from somewhere deep in Lisa's core, almost muted silent -- but not quite. She vaguely recognizes the homosexual acts performed on her by Shaquanda as immoral, unnatural, and sickening. Yet as Reggie and Shaquanda make her endure the attention longer, the physical sensations combine with Shaquanda's perverse suggestions, distorting remnants of Lisa's rational thought.

"Oooooh, yeah, ya pussy feels sooooo good. Uh-huh, dats nice, huh? Oooooh yeah, ya like dat -- ya getting soooo wet for me. Yur gonna cum." Shaquanda lilts repeatedly, the disturbing phrases beginning to play back in Lisa's brain like a catchy tune. She feels so wet and messy like Shaquanda says. Shaquanda keeps touching her pussy, making it feel nicer, rendering Lisa susceptible to her deceitful and perverted remarks. Some of Shaquanda's dialogue becomes Lisa's thoughts. She's going to cum like Shaquanda claims; but she can never like having this done to her.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, ya pussy likes dat. Oooooh, yes, ya like it so much ya gonna cum for me," Shaquanda repeats, as if responding to the objections Lisa silently thinks.

Lisa squirms in Reggie's lap; he holds her tightly in place and watches Shaquanda make her pussy glisten with moisture.

"Oooooh, ya gonna cum for us," Shaquanda reiterates.

"No, don't make me," Lisa pants. But Shaquanda keeps masturbating Lisa, varying the tempo and pressure of her touch corresponding with Lisa's responses, working Lisa's most sensual areas.

"Ya pussy is so juicy," Shaquanda notes. She goes down on Lisa and laps up her nectar.

"Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh, noooooo, ooooooh," Lisa mewls, her palms up, fingers curled, pushing Shaquanda's head but unable to move her away.

"Relax -- don't fight it. Let Shaquanda enjoy yur pussy for a little while. No one's ever finding out. Dis be our little secret," Reggie whispers in Lisa's ear and then starts licking it.

Lisa's face contorts; her erect nipple becomes like a pebble as Reggie rolls it between his fingers.

"What would her husband think if he knew how many times another woman made his wife cum during threesomes with a black man?" Reggie silently wonders. It doesn't matter because Reggie will make certain her dumb husband never sees Lisa again.

"Dat's good: Shaquanda really loves young, white pussy like yours as much as I do," Reggie encourages feeling Lisa's body become tense, relax, and tighten again. "Ya ever let a woman eat yur pussy before?"

Lisa shakes her head and with eyes closed snaps, "No." Even drugged, she's embarrassed by this nauseating act and her body's response to it.

"Ya'll get used to it. Shaquanda really likes eating pussy a lot, especially white pussy."

Shaquanda's head finally rises from between Lisa's legs, Lisa's juice glistening on her lips and chin.

"I counted her cum eight times for me," Shaquanda proudly boasts to Reggie. "She have a real sensitive clitty."

Shaquanda welcomes the challenge of making a straight girl orgasm and awakening latent, Sapphic tendencies she believes all women possess.

Determining Lisa's sensuality will help Reggie further exploit her. A sensitive girl is sexually vulnerable and makes more money if and when he eventually puts her to work.

"I'm gonna take her to bed and fuck her a while," Reggie announces.

"I don't want to fuck you," Lisa cavils. She stumbles with Reggie leading her to the bed. "I'm married and my husband is going to look for me."

"Ya ain't married no more," Reggie spurns. "I's yur boyfriend now and no one's going to look for ya."

Reggie pushes Lisa into the old, stained mattress she woke from earlier, pulling her butt to the edge, and spreading her legs apart.

"Please don't fuck me again," Lisa cries. She thinks about her husband, Doug, as she feels Reggie's fingers parting her labia and then pressure from his monster phallus pushing into her. Shaquanda made her very wet.

"At least wear a rubber for me," Lisa fusses.

"Sorry, Baby, we never using rubbers, so gets the idea out of yur purty head. Shaquanda got to enjoy ya, now it's my turn. We doing this the natural way. Get used to my uncovered cock inside ya. It better like dis -- we gets to share each other's feeling and be more intimate."

She doesn't want intimacy with Reggie any more than she wanted it with Shaquanda; she needs Doug to save her from this terrible nightmare. But Doug doesn't arrive and after Shaquanda did those awful things, Lisa now has every millimeter of Reggie's beefy cock sinking into her to look forward to, snugly making contact with her sensual, feminine flesh.

"Ya feels really good," Reggie exclaims putting his cock deeper into Lisa's moist pussy. He softly and slowly rubs around her clit, making her responsive.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Shush -- I is doing it 'cause yur my girlfriend now. Don't dat feel good?" Reggie inquires, his finger manipulating her engorged clitoris.

"No," she denies. She doesn't want to feel Reggie. But the drugs help her appreciate Reggie's "extra talent" anyway, make her especially cognizant of the friction between his penis and her vagina. Lisa stops crying and bites her fist. His big cock fills her, touching sensitive places Doug's penis never came close to reaching. Writhing on Reggie's pole of pleasure, Lisa's female reactions growing stronger.

"Dat cock be feeling good in yur pussy without a rubber, doesn't it? Dat's all me yur feeling, Baby."

"Oh, my God, oh, oh, oh, ooooooooooooooooooooooooh, noooooooooooooooo," Lisa moans, her pussy clenching Reggie's cock as tightly as a boa constrictor.

"Don't cum in me again. Take it out this time."

He isn't going to take his cock out now or any other time. He will cum in her until she eventually becomes complacent with it.

"I can't help it. Ya feel too good. I gotta cum in yur pussy, Baby." His warm semen flows copiously into her receptive cunt.

Lisa feels baby-making sperm gush into her. "Oh, God, you're cuming in me!" she demurs, unable to prevent taking his loathsome seed. "No, stop," she cries, feeling more of it entering her. She is stuck beneath him; he won't pull his horrible penis out and she can't stop her vaginal contractions from milking more of the disgusting fluid from him. He remains inside her until every drop of jism drains from his huge balls.

"Dat was really nice," Reggie acknowledges, gently petting Lisa's soft brown hair and finally withdrawing his long, flaccid cock from her slit.

Lisa stares in his eyes briefly, experiencing some twisted connection to Reggie, perhaps caused by the drugs or because his sperm is inside her. The cocaine is wearing off and the heroin leaves her peacefully tired. She closes her eyes and falls asleep.

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Lisa's body autonomously responds to Shaquanda's stimulation, but the strong dosages of narcotics keep Lisa's mind mostly oblivious to the repulsive homosexual practices causing the pleasant sensations until an oversight occurs while Reggie is away.

Hours pass with Shaquanda busily eating Lisa's pussy, engrossed by the smooth, neatly manicured, female organ -- its beauty enchanting; its responses to stimuli mesmerizing. Until now, Shaquanda kept Lisa barely conscious while repeatedly bringing her to climax. But Shaquanda fails to pay close enough attention to Lisa's sobriety returning again, and forgets to administer another dose to her. Lisa's legs attempt closing a few times, but Shaquanda routinely guides them back into position without much thought at first, taking full advantage of Lisa's flexibility from years of ballet training by spreading Lisa's thighs wider and pushing Lisa's knees up until almost reaching the girl's tits.

"What are you doing to me?" Lisa groggily asks, briefly ascending from the depths of semi consciousness for the first time all day.

"Keep dem legs like dat for me, Baby, so I can eat yur pussy easier," Shaquanda reminds her doped playmate. "Oh, mmmm, yur pussy tastes so good. Oooh yeah, uh-huh," Shaquanda moans, continuing to stretch Lisa's glistening, pink slit open and delve her tongue into Lisa's silky secretions.

"Oh," Lisa vacantly replies slipping back for a moment into the comfortable realm of peaceful oblivion.

Shaquanda can't get enough of Lisa's uniquely sweet taste. She learns the location of every gorgeous freckle and marking on Lisa's body, explores every crevice. But this is Lisa's prime real estate, where Shaquanda likes to be most, running her tongue from Lisa's practically hairless, baby soft pussy to her pink, puckered asshole -- the most ravishing parts of Lisa in Shaquanda's opinion.

"Mmmmm, oh, does dat feel good? Uh-huh, I love dis pussy. I want to make it cum for me again."

Even drugged, Lisa always resists a little, but her hands gradually push Shaquand's head from her sex with more determination as she again rises from incoherence.

"No, stop doing that to me," Lisa finally manages, her senses and strength returning enough to shove Shaquanda's face away from her vagina. "This is disgusting," she blurts as if waking from a coma and realizing for the first time what Shaquanda has been relentlessly doing to her for days.

Lisa snaps her legs closed ending the all you can eat buffet Shaquanda has been enjoying, and sits up still in stupor, unsure if she is dreaming.

"Get away. Don't touch me again!" Lisa warns, putting her hand up to keep Shaquanda at a distance. Lisa isn't sure if she is waking from a long, perverted nightmare or still in it. What Shaquanda has been doing sickens her.

If Lisa started sobering an hour earlier, she might have stood a chance escaping from Shaquanda. Tragically for Lisa, the timing can't be worst. Both women hear the front door open and close outside the bedroom -- Reggie returning from his trip.

Shaquanda jumps from the bed to get Reggie while Lisa remains trying to regain bearing.

"No, get away from me with that you sick bastards!" Lisa screams, her naked body kicking and thrashing beneath Reggie. Reggie pins her shoulders on the mattress and Shaquanda manages to slip the tourniquet around her struggling arm. "Stop giving me that shit! No! I don't want it!"

The needle pricks Lisa's moving arm several times missing her veins.

"Shit, she won't hold still," Shaquanda complains. "I can't get it with her like dis. We waited too long dis time."

"You're going to jail for this," Lisa hisses.

Reggie suddenly releases Lisa, but before she is able to completely sit up, his open hand lands hard on her face once, twice three times. Lisa falls back in the bed, her head turns to the side, her hands rise shielding her face from additional blows. Reggie returns to holding Lisa down. The pillow drinks Lisa's tears as Shaquanda pulls her arm straight out and sticks Lisa's vein.

"No, please," Lisa cries. "I don't want any more of that!"

While watching Shaquanda empty the syringe, Reggie feels the strain in Lisa's tight muscles begin relaxing beneath him, her efforts diminishing, her sobs subsiding. "There we go. Dat's better now," Reggie comments.

The struggle is over.

Euphoria returns to Lisa; she heads back to the oblivious dream she briefly escaped from. Reggie's fingers begin toying with her hard nipples.

"Double it up and give her another shot," Reggie orders Shaquanda.

"No, I'm good... I'm good... no more, please," Lisa pants.

"Dis will teach ya not to resist anymore," Reggie explains as Shaquanda brings the second needle to Lisa's vein, injects its contents, and releases the tourniquet. "Da more you fight us da more of dis shit ya gonna get -- even if dat means overdosing yur ass."

"Oh," Lisa exclaims from an incredible high getting even better; the drug is rapidly becoming her best friend. Her eyelids appear heavy, her mouth gapes open dumbstruck by a secret paradise she visits. Lisa is robbed of almost all consciousness and returned to her dreaming prison.

"I is sorry, Reggie, I should have given her some earlier. We got a little carried away and I wasn't paying attention. Before I knew it she was fighting me," Shaquanda explains.

"I thought I made it clear that I doesn't wants her anywhere near lucid again till she's broken in. Dis is a process we needs to use with her. She ain't ready yet and we needs make sure we keep her stoned," Reggie declares.

Shaquanda looks at the floor sorrowfully as Reggie speaks. "I'll make sure to keep shooting her up for now on -- I promise," she replies, determined to never allow Lisa to embarrass her like this again. "I fucked up. I guess she still be a real handful without yur love potion calming her down."

"She'll eventually come around for ya," Reggie assures his friend and accomplice, reading disappointment in her face and taking a softer tone. "I got things to take care of tonight. Are ya sure ya can handle her on yur own? We can't afford no problems."

"Oh, I'll handle her alright. We got plenty more of dat shit ready to give her. I'll make sure to keep her so fucking high she'll need a parachute to land. Now me and Lisa has some unfinished work to complete," Shaquanda answers with resolve, returning to Lisa in bed and prying an opening for herself between Lisa's legs.

Shaquanda firmly grabs behind Lisa's knees and pushes the obstinate appendages back to their former positions. They move uncooperatively, but Shaquanda forcibly gets them up and spread wide, Lisa's cunt conveniently exposed and the vagina buffet reopened for business. "We is gonna have a real good time now, aren't we, Lisa?" Shaquanda asks.

"No, please...don't, oh," Lisa mumbles.

"Ya doesn't want an overdose, does ya?" Reggie warns. "Keep 'em legs where Shaquanda puts 'em."

Shaquanda's fingers delicately pull Lisa's vaginal labia aside and Shaquanda resumes orally molesting her.

"No, stop it," Lisa whines, but does little more than feebly attempt pushing Shaquanda's head away. The heavy dose of drugs slows her thoughts; weakens her efforts and Shaquanda's mouth remains on Lisa's most private and erotic area.

Lisa's pussy becomes a pink, glittering spring of wetness. Her mind drifts in its dreamlike state.

"Mmmmmm, I can't help it Baby. Yur pussy taste too good. Oh...I gonna eat ya all up until ya runs dry. Does dis feel nice? Mmmmmmm. Now I gots to start all over again making ya cum for me."

Lisa releases a long, despairing series of guttural moans, "Uuuuuuuuuuh, naaaaaaaaah, uuuuuuuuuuh!"

Reggie shakes his head astonished by Shaquanda's voracious sexual appetite. He quietly departs, closing the bedroom door behind him, leaving Lisa alone to enjoy her new lifestyle with her new girlfriend, Shaquanda.

Forced orgasms hit Lisa like rumbling thunderbolts and lightning drawing nearer throughout the evening. Sometime late that night Shaquanda finally stops eating Lisa out -- a short intermission from the storm. Exhausted, Lisa falls asleep in Shaquanda's embrace.

It's dark and they sleep peacefully together for a couple hours when Lisa feels her legs being spread by Shaquanda again. "I'm tired Shaquanda. Let me rest now," Lisa mumbles in sleep and drug induced delirium.

Lisa lost count how many times Shaquanda has gone down on her like this.

"Oh, don't do that to me again. No, I don't like it, stop."

"Does ya need more medicine?" Shaquanda asks, then stretches Lisa open and resumes orally assaulting her.

Lisa doesn't need Shaquanda's reminder of being overdosed to keep her restrained, still too drugged and exhausted to seriously struggle. Her fingers run through Shaquanda's braids weakly trying to push her away. After a few minutes, Lisa's efforts diminish to simply holding Shaquanda's head as it bobs between her legs.

It stops mattering to Lisa. Nothing matters anymore.

"Oh, not there," Lisa gasps as Shaquanda's tongue finds the right spot on her clitoris to attack. "Ooooh, nooh, oh."

It's going to be a long night.

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Shaquanda arrives with a bag of supplies. "Did ya give our girlfriend her medicine already?" she asks.

They stopped giving Lisa the anesthetic date rape compound. Her injections now consist primarily of heroin, cocaine, and some other nasty ingredients -- still extremely addicting and effective -- leaving her more alert and less docile than initially.

"Yea, I just finished shooting her up again, and I left plenty more for ya to give her later," Reggie replies.

"Good, I'll give her some extra. Ya know she be gettin a little feisty with me when yur not around."

Shaquanda opens the bag and with a great, big smile revealing her gold teeth, pulls out the hugest, black, silicone dildo Reggie has ever seen, making even his eyebrows raise.

"I brought dis to keep her entertained while yur out. I'm gonna teach her how to use it. Oh, and I got some of dis too." Shaquanda fishes out a bottle of sensual lubricant to use with the dildo.

Reggie prepares to leave and Shaquanda goes into the bedroom.

Lisa sees Shaquanda carrying the cloth sac as Shaquanda enters her room and mistakenly thinks it contains clothing. A hint of hope replaces the usually blank, drugged-out look on Lisa's face, "Thank you for bringing me something to wear."

Shaquanda leers at Lisa's nubile body as the girl sits naked in the bed waiting for Shaquanda to hand her something to finally cover her nudity.

From the living room Reggie hears Lisa yell, "No, get away from me with that!" Reggie smirks. Lisa wouldn't be nearly as defiant if she knew he was still there. Maybe she needs more narcotics to calm her down?

Shaquanda wears the same wicked smile she gave Reggie moments ago, coating the long, shiny, silicone dildo with sensual gel in front of Lisa.

Lisa was never very sexual, and lesbianism really repulses her. She returned from ballet lessons one evening while in college; her dormitory roommates were watching a porno on the Internet with two girls doing each other in the scene. Lisa only viewed a few seconds before growing sick to her stomach and leaving.

Lisa despises having her genitals touched by another woman, yet suffers hours of Shaquanda's homosexual caresses almost daily: legs pushed far apart; pussy lips pulled wide open; tongue slithering on her clitoris, inside her cunt held gaping, and down to her asshole; gentle tugs on her labia; nipples pinched and sucked to constant erection. Lisa's body has become the unfortunate recipient of Shaquanda's extreme oral fixation.

Now in bed naked, Lisa holds her knees up to her face and tightly closed, watching in revulsion as Shaquanda's fingers encircle the slick, black toy and work the lubricant up and down its length, readying it for Lisa like she is gracefully masturbating a real penis -- for Lisa to experience yet another new degradation.

"Dis gonna feel so good in ya. Oh, I gonna make ya learn to love dis as much as getting yur pussy eaten," Shaquanda teases.

Lisa hates the long, grueling marathons of Shaquanda performing oral sex on her, but now this? Lisa feels sicker than that evening in her dormitory when her roommates watched the porno with the lesbian scene. Why is this happening? Why does Shaquanda keep tormenting her by doing abhorrent, unnatural things that make her skin crawl?

Reggie waits before leaving in case Shaquanda needs help, overhearing everything:

"Stop it -- no! You're sick and perverted. That's disgusting. I'm not a lesbian and I don't like you touching me there," Lisa shouts. For a minute Shaquanda's fingers roam Lisa's vulva attempting to stimulate the stubborn girl, but Lisa finally has enough and smacks Shaquanda's hand away. "Leave me alone, you dyke!"

The bed bangs against the wall, its noisy springs squealing from the commotion occurring on it -- then what sounds like a combination of slaps and Lisa's cries followed by silent pause... "No, don't... oh...stop it... take it out, aah, no -- please, don't, oh! I don't want it."

Even drugged, Lisa tried to fight, but Shaquanda was much stronger. After the beating came the depraved outcome the reluctant girl battled so hard to avoid: Shaquanda's fingers deftly probing and provoking Lisa's intimate folds, opening her sensitive lips, the large dildo filling her.

"Please stop doing this to me," Lisa begs.

"Doing what, Baby?" Shaquanda questions without breaking the steady rhythm she's developed on Lisa. "Doesn't dis feel good?"

"No, I don't like it. Please..."

"Let's see if we can change dat."

Over the course of 20 minutes, Reggie hears less fretting from Lisa, and more groans. Shaquanda obviously is handling the little slut and Reggie leaves.

Sick acts another woman performs on her almost daily and sex with a black man hung like a horse. Lisa doesn't know if she can ever have relations with her husband again without thinking about what Reggie and Shaquanda have done to her and feeling disgusted.

"Oh, God, please don't," Lisa mewls, her hands grabbing the long, slippery dildo -- so slick from the combination of gel Shanquanda applied and Lisa's own natural juices -- sawing in and out of her slit. She tries holding it still to thwart Shaquanda, but it slips through her fingers anyway continuing its stimulating progress.

Shaquanda has enough of Lisa's insubordination. She pries Lisa's fingers from the oily, silcone shaft and bends them backwards.

"Owe," Lisa wails, the dildo still in her cunt.

"Keep ya fucking hands off and quit resisting me or I'll break dem," Shaquanda growls. "Dis is happening whether ya wants it or not."

Lisa's hands reluctantly remain to the sides twisting the sheets instead of trying to interfere with Shaquanda, who resumes piloting the dildo, smoothly driving it in and out of Lisa's wet pussy unfettered.

"Ya see how good dis feels?"

"Oh, God -- noh."

But like the oral sex she initially deplores, the dildo gradually generates sensations in Lisa's pussy that become electric and attain greater charge as Shaquanda continues, causing Lisa to dwell increasingly on them.

Shaquanda uses the dildo at different angles providing maximum stimulation to Lisa, slowly pacifying her. With less resistance from Lisa, Shaquanda devotes even more energy pleasuring the girl, intermittently licking and stroking her clitoral hood and further seducing her.

"I love ya. Are ya gonna be my girlfriend now?" Shaquanda whispers in Lisa's ear and then softly nibbles it.

An unwelcome but pleasantly high voltage originates between Lisa's legs and courses through her body.

"No," Lisa manages.

"Yes, ya already is my girlfriend and I'm playing with yur pretty, little pussy. Ooooh, yeah dat feels nice. What are ya going to do about it? I'm making yur pussy feel so good and ya can't stop it," Shaquanda chimes, resuming her Sapphic mantra to Lisa. Shaquanda's finger messages Lisa's clitoris, retracting its hood, exposing her super-sensitive glans, subjecting it to more licks and affectionate caresses.

"Oooooh, what a pretty clit ya has. Ya like dat? Oooooh, yeah, dat's yur love button, huh? Ya gonna cum and show me how much ya love me?" Shaquanda raves to her captive knowing how susceptible this part of Lisa's anatomy is becoming to her finesses.

Reggie returns later that afternoon to an entirely different orchestra from what he left earlier that day.

"Ooooh, ya doesn't want me playing with yur pussy but yur letting me anyway. Yes, yur cuming again!" Shaquanda cajoles. "Dat feels so good; ya doesn't want to resist it anymore."

"Oh, oh, oh, please, ooooh, oooooh, don't, uh," Lisa moans.

He peeks in the dimly lit room -- the setting sun's rays leaking through tightly closed blinds illuminate floating dust motes -- and observes Shaquanda smoothly working the dildo in and out of Lisa like a bow playing notes on a violin. Shaquanda deeply concentrates on Lisa's cunt, touching its pink folds, causing Lisa's hips to involuntarily rise and fall in perfect cadence with the dildo's movements.

"What a pretty pussy ya has. I gonna make lots of love to ya for a long time. Ooooh, I'm playing with cunt and ya can't stop me. I'm making ya cum for me. Yur my girlfriend now; we is lovers," Shaquanda coos.

"Oh, oh, oh, uh-huh, ah, nah," Lisa responds from the most basic level of her feminine consciousness, finally succumbing to Shaquanda's debauchery. The lesbian litany Shaquanda repeated while molesting her throughout the day replays in Lisa's mind. Lisa can't help completing the humiliating phrases in her head as Shaquanda begins them. Lisa starts doubting herself, confused by the Sapphic sermons. Is her pussy actually pretty to Shaquanda? Why does Shaquanda keep touching it and why is Lisa becoming aroused by that touch? Shaquanda causes her to orgasm. Does this mean they are making love? Is she really Shaquanda's girlfriend? Are they becoming lovers?

The drugs and Shaquanda's proselytizing cause Lisa to lose grasp of reality. Pleasure from her vagina begins occupying her entire consciousness. She escapes briefly, recalling that this is rape, homosexual, disgusting and wrong. But the gravity Shaquanda generates with her strokes is overwhelming and keeps pulling Lisa back to a pussy centered universe like a black hole sucking her in.

Reggie quietly closes the door leaving Shaquanda to her evil undertaking.

Lisa wakes the next morning in Shaquanda's embrace. With the heat of passion cooled she remembers the disgusting things Shaquanda did to her again throughout the night. Those perverted acts now sicken Lisa. Aware of their naked bodies still touching, Lisa desperately wants to get away from Shaquanda. But what else waits when Shaquanda wakes? Lisa remains motionless in the bed beneath Shaquanda's arm, with Shaquanda's supple, dark breast resting on top of Lisa's firm, pale globe and their legs entwined between each other's. How can this be happening to her? Lisa feels trapped in a terrible nightmare.

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Right before getting married, Lisa went out with some of the girls from work one evening. Over drinks -- Lisa had one glass of wine -- the subject of sex arose. The girls talked about their boyfriends versus masturbating and which was better, but Lisa remained suspiciously quite. "Look at Lisa turn red," they joked. To her, sex was a sacred and private act with the man she loved, not something to be self-indulged. She didn't think about it outside the context of her relationship with Doug and didn't feel comfortable discussing it with others. Being self-conscious about her body, she never played with herself, thinking the act vulgar, selfish, and unladylike.

Lisa finishes a morning shower; she wants to wear clothes again. Only having a small towel to dry with, she tries avoiding the embarrassing reflection of her naked body in the cracked medicine cabinet mirror. Shaquanda and Reggie took away everything she tried covering herself with. The bathroom door even lacks a lock and they enter unexpectedly whenever they wish.

Shaquanda arrived while Lisa showered. As Lisa leaves the bathroom she shivers with dread observing the sex toy bag Shaquanda brought with her again.

"Come on, Baby, it be time for yur medicine," Reggie says grabbing Lisa's arm and escorting her to the bedroom.

Still stoned from the last injection, Lisa stumbles several times on the way but Reggie prevents her from falling.

"Please, I don't want more; I'll be good today," Lisa slurs.

"I'll gives ya less when ya start behaving for us a while." Reggie replies.

"What have I done wrong?"

"Ya be giving Shaquanda a hard time about being her girlfriend for starters. And don't be asking us not to give ya medicine; it making ya feel good and ya gonna stay on it."

Lisa doesn't know what to say. She is married and certainly no lesbian. What do these despicable monsters expect from her? They give her more dope keeping her too stupefied to fight the next dose, and then force her to have sex. The last time she was sober enough to resist an injection, Reggie and Shaquanda roughed her up and doubled her dosage. Shaquanda performed oral sex on her the rest of the night afterwards, but fortunately Lisa remembers little of it. She watches Reggie tap the syringe with his finger and squirt a thin fountain of liquid in the air from its sharp tip. It looks like more than usual -- his cruel response to her for asking not to be drugged.

"Please don't leave me with Shaquanda today," Lisa implores, not that Reggie is a better alternative. But in Lisa's inebriated mind, at least being taken buy a man, even a black one as huge as Reggie, is preferable to a dyke like Shaquanda.

"Ya see, dat's what I be talking about. Yur Shaquanda's girlfriend. Ya need to be nice to her; let her love ya," Reggie replies.

It isn't love; it's something much darker Lisa dreads that Shaquanda forces on her.

Their eyes lock for a moment before Reggie sticks the needle in Lisa's vein. Her eyes are as blue as the heavens and he peers into them at her tiny black pupils, like periods at the bottom of exclamation points, nervously darting from the syringe back to him.

"Oh, God," Lisa sighs from the addicting drugs entering her blood, stimulating her pleasure centers again.

"Now don't ya feel better?" Reggie rhetorically asks, watching Lisa's body react and provide his answer: her small, pink nipples pucker and an empty expression replaces the worry in her face. The potent chemicals do a wonderful job subduing girls, robbing them of free will and making them docile. Reggie's cock hardens even though he doesn't have time to bang Lisa. He imagines her experience must be incredible for the drugs to be so addicting. In addition to being high, Lisa still has Shaquanda's affections to look forward to all day.

"Now ya be nice to Shaquanda and let her play with yur pussy," Reggie says before leaving Lisa. Lisa dumbly gapes at him.

Lisa doesn't know how long she has been lying in bed staring at the ceiling when Shaquanda enters the room.

"Look what I brought," Shaquanda excitedly says pulling out the obscenely large dildo becoming all too familiar to Lisa. It looks like a shiny, black eel.

"No, I don't want to do that again," Lisa whines, scurrying to the corner of the bed and balling up.

"Oh, ya'll feel different about it soon," Shaquanda promises squirting the sensual gel on the dildo's surface like ketchup on a very large frankfurter.

Lisa watches how Shaquanda's hands deliberately spread the lubricant up and down, up and down, readying it just for her, and tries not to fathom what comes next.

"Please let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone."

Shaquanda sits on the bed, the tired springs voicing their usual sorrow from her additional weight. "Scoot down here and open yur pretty legs for me, Baby," she instructs patting the stained mattress.

"No, go away. This is sick."

Shaquanda gets wet; her adrenaline flows. She aches to immerse in Lisa's femininity -- to stimulate the girl, to make Lisa's pink pussy reluctantly juicy. Shaquanda wants to overwhelm Lisa, wear her down, subdue her, and elicit Lisa's involuntary orgasms in triumph over moral resistance. Shaquanda satisfies her anger and lust by forcing Lisa to experience physical pleasure from homosexual acts the virtuous girl finds repulsive. It's an ultimate exercise of power and control Shaquanda finds titillating.

Shaquanda sees through Lisa's protests. Even though Lisa's brain isn't cooperating yet, like willing conspirators, involuntary reflexes traitorously reveal to Shaquanda what Lisa's body finds pleasing and Lisa will get plenty of it today.

Shaquanda grabs Lisa's ankle, yanks her to the center of the bed, and slaps her face.

"It's not sick. It's lovely and yur gonna start appreciating how nice it feels. Now I'm warning ya. Stay yur ass there and open yur legs."

Lisa rubs her cheek where Shaquanda's handprint remains and cracks her legs apart slightly.

Shaquanda shoves them the rest of the way open, separates Lisa's labia with her thumb and index finger, and goes to work with the dildo.

"No... don't ...stop it. Take it out ... no... please, not again!"

Shaquanda methodically slides the dildo in and out of Lisa's slit, unfazed by the girl's pleas.

"Shush. I'm gonna eat yur delicious pussy after dis. We is gonna be together a lot for a long time. Ya'll get used to me touching ya like dis and soon yur gonna start likin it, ya'll see. It's gonna be okay, Baby. Ya has such a pretty pussy; I'm gonna make it feel all nice for ya and make love to ya."

Lisa made love with Doug. This is not love; it's something evil and depraved Shaquanda keeps imposing on her -- a sickness she is trying to infect Lisa with.

"No, I'm not a lesbian," Lisa insists. "It's disgusting. I don't want you to make love to me." But Lisa is tiring from Shaquanda's persistent assaults, surrendering sooner and with less resistance each time.

Shaquanda recognizes the subtle decrease in Lisa's opposition -- Lisa gradually getting accustomed to being touched by a woman the more Shaquanda does it to her.

Like trying to stay awake too long, Lisa becomes fatigued always resisting when she winds up defeated and submitting anyway. A growing part of Lisa simply wants to surrender to the homosexual acts Shaquanda practices on her.

Shaquanda confidently smiles. She knows Lisa is losing resolve and will acquiesce to their lesbian relationship. Lisa will eventually be a compliant, bisexual partner.

"Dis isn't disgusting; it's beautiful," Shaquanda softly repeats gently messaging Lisa's clit with her thumb while using the dildo on Lisa's wet cunt, further wearing her down. "I know it be feelin nice to ya. I don't want to hurt ya anymore. I love yur pussy and want to make it feel good for ya."

Lisa begins quieting down.

"Ooooooh, dat's a good girl. Ya see? I said ya would change yur mind. All dat fightin and getting yur face slapped for nottin," Shaquanda opines, slowly rutting the lengthy dildo in and out while cooing more lesbian overtures to Lisa again. Initially, Lisa hated the nasty, homosexual things Shaquanda said while violating her almost as much as the violation itself. But now like a child learning a lullaby, she begins feeling less distraught hearing them, the perversions slowly becoming normal to Lisa.

"Dat feels good -- so nice. Ooooh, ya like dat. I'm making yur pussy so wet and feel sooooo good. I'm making love to ya. Ya doesn't want to fight it anymore. I is gonna take care of ya. Ooooooooh, yeah -- ya gonna cum."

A waning part of Lisa doesn't really want to believe the horrible things Shaquanda is saying. "I don't want to," Lisa sobs.

"Yes ya do, Baby. I'm gonna make ya cum again for me because I knows what ya like. Why not enjoy dis? Yur tired of fightin it -- I can tell. It's gonna be okay. Doesn't dis feel good? Ya doesn't has to feel bad about it."

"But I DON'T like this."

"Ooooh yur pussy be loving dis. It be getting so wet for me," Shaquanda replies. She studies the reactions from Lisa's body while touching her, noting locations and techniques to exploit that evoke responses Lisa is unable to suppress. Oral sex will make Lisa come around. Shaquanda's tongue joins the festivities, flirts with Lisa's clit while alleviating Shaquanda's urge to eat out Lisa's cunt.

"Mmmmmmmm, oh, mmmmmmm, uh-huh," Shaquanda moans licking Lisa's distended clitoris and simultaneously driving the dildo in and out of her pussy. "Ya so wet. Mmmmm, I luv da way ya taste -- oh, mmmmmm, yeah, oh."

"Oooh," Lisa responds, Shaquanda fully indulging her oral fixations on her -- licking, sucking, drinking Lisa's juices, tenderly nibbling Lisa's clitoris, until she finally has her fill and her fingers resume titillating Lisa instead.

A distant look appears in Lisa's eyes as she becomes absorbed with the sensations; like truth serum, her face tells Shaquanda everything her words deny, but her hips reveal even more as her reflexes take over.

"Ooooh, yeah, just like dat. Ya see? Ya can't help it. Ya like having a woman play with yur pussy. Yur cumming for me. Dat's it, just relax and let me take care of ya -- it feels soooo nice."

"Oh...God," Lisa moans in an intense orgasm.

"God?" Shaquanda questions maintaining Lisa's climax through perfect cadence with the dildo. "God ain't gonna help ya none, Baby. He never helps any of us here. God's abandoned ya. The Devil's got ya now; I'm putting him inside ya, making ya feel sooooo good and making ya cum for me. He's never letting ya go."

The drugs and an uninvited passion Shaquanda kindles render Lisa unable to intelligently ponder anything else. Lisa misses the profound truth Shaquanda casually mentions. After bestowing Lisa with so many wonderful gifts, all has been cruelly taken from her for no apparent reason, her talents and physical beauty squandered on the vilest of creation. Lisa's predicament is an unfortunate mistake, one of a multitude of tiny, inconsequential glitches among the vast universe of cosmic justice.

"Ah, oh, oooh, uh, oh, oh," Lisa mewls, rocking her hips.

"Oooooh, yeah, yur pussy be feeling sooooooooo good. Dats right, don't fight it anymore. Uh-huh, ya like it. Ya don't want me to stop -- it feels too nice. Oooooh, yur so beautiful. Ya like dat, don't ya? Uh-huh," Shaquanda exclaims, further staining Lisa's purity.

Shaquanda takes Lisa's hand and holds it on the dildo as she works it.

"Like dis," Shaquanda says adjusting the angle so the shaft makes greater contact with Lisa's clitoris. "Dats it, nice, smooth rhythms. Ya see how pleasant dat be feeling?"

"Uh-huh," Lisa responds.

Shaquanda gradually relinquishes her grip on Lisa's hand, allowing Lisa to assume more control of the device.

Lisa discovers Shaquanda has let go of her hand, so she slows down, redirecting the shaft slightly, hoping Shaquanda won't notice, minimizing the stimulation to herself. She loathes performing this perversion on herself -- but doing it in front of Shaquanda makes it worst -- even if it feels good.

But Shaquanda pays very close attention. Having played with Lisa's pussy so much, she knows exactly what arouses Lisa most. "No, no, like dis," she instructs, manually correcting Lisa's hands, forcing her to resume proper angle and cadence. "Oooooh, yeah, dat be feeling better, huh?"

Lisa helplessly begins writhing from another intense orgasm, her face distorting and becoming flush.

Shaquanda stands back, "Dat's a good girl. Make yurself cum for me. Oooooh, yeah, uh-huh, dat be feeling so good. Isn't dat nice? Don't stop it; keep going... oooooh, yur gonna have another one for me."

It's like being trapped in an opposite Universe where only physical pleasure matters. Things Lisa considers repugnant like being touched by a woman -- Shaquanda calls nice; wicked like masturbating for her -- Shaquanda praises as good. Lisa gradually accepts her new, warped reality.

Shaquanda answers the knock at her door. Having anticipated an eventual visit from the police, she and Reggie each took turns tidying her apartment weeks ago, eliminating almost every trace of Lisa.

"We're looking for this person," the grey haired Detective Jones states in a monotone voice showing Shaquanda a picture of Lisa. He looks tired, ready for retirement with dark, puffy pouches beneath his eyes, and teeth yellowed from the cigarettes and coffee that got him through many lonely nights working long hours.

To avoid possible suspicion Shaquanda is extremely cooperative, "Oh, yes, I remember her. Such a pretty, young woman -- she was a new case worker with Social Services. She came by over a month ago, I think. I told her my kids were living with my sister. She said she would correct the files and left," Shaquanda explains.

"Did she come inside?" Detective Jones inquires.

"No," Shaquanda replies. Having nothing to hide Shaquanda invites the detective in, "But you're more than welcome to look around if you wish."

"Thank you -- if you don't mind, I'll just be a few minutes."

Detective Jones finds his way into Shaquanda's bedroom where Lisa's sexual assault began. Nothing out of the ordinary here -- pink silk panties on the dresser the detective assumes belong to Shaquanda even though far too small to fit her. He doesn't realize they belonged to Lisa.

As he prepares to exit the room, a cloth bag sitting on the floor by the door snags Detective Jones' notice. He briefly peaks inside the sac and observes the huge dildo and sensual lubricant Shaquanda has been using on Lisa over Reggie's. The long, shiny black, snake-like object regularly visits the depths of Lisa's pussy uninvited, and to her dread has already penetrated Lisa more times than her husband's penis. Lisa's DNA is all over it. If Detective Jones examines the toy closely, he will see some of Lisa's Caucasian pubic hairs on it.

"I guess this nymphomaniac likes them big," Detective Jones thinks to himself about Shaquanda, briefly letting loose a quiet chuckle and then dismissing the vital clues as irrelevant and Shaquanda as an innocent, uninvolved party.

"I hope ya find the girl," Shaquanda comments, escorting detective Jones out. "I sometimes worry about my own safety around here."

The case was already cold by the time police were contacted. Shaquanda's apartment complex, a known drug hole, sees lots of middle class traffic -- yuppies making their weekend recreational drug purchases. Lisa's car blended and none of the neighbors recall Lisa or her Acura. Lisa simply disappeared without any leads. Detective Jones has seen this before though, and has his suspicions. A gorgeous young wife like Lisa married to a serviceman stationed overseas could get lonely. Perhaps she found someone else and disappeared on purpose.

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Lisa losses track of how much time passes in the dilapidated apartment. She remains naked and isolated from the outside world in a drugged stupor with Reggie or Shaquanda always watching. Without outside contact -- internet, email, text messages, television, radio, or newspaper -- Lisa misses the headlines about the gorgeous, young social worker and Army wife who disappeared and the unsuccessful search to find her.

On brief occasions when Lisa's thoughts clear, she ponders the horrible, disgusting things she's doing mostly with Shaquanda but sometimes with Reggie. She misses Doug and weeps, remembering their weekend bike rides together before he joined the Army. Doesn't he notice her letters stopped and realize she is gone? Why hasn't anyone come looking for her yet?

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With Reggie frequently away on business, Shaquanda spends a lot of time cultivating homosexuality in Lisa. Lisa lays in bed on her back and allows Shaquanda to guide her legs open with her feet close to her butt and her knees pointing in opposite directions away from each other. She is spread wide, everything completely accessible to Shaquanda.

"Dat's nice like dat. Ya ready, Baby?" Shaquanda asks parting Lisa's labia some more with her fingers and bringing the lubed dildo to her opening.

"Please, Shaquanda, I want to go home. My family is going to look for me. If you let me go I promise I'll never tell anyone about... Oh," Lisa exclaims, interrupted in mid sentence.

Shaquanda inserted the dildo in Lisa and begins fucking her with it. It has been several months since Shaquanda and Reggie abducted her. Lisa has grown more accustomed to sexually partnering with them and to receiving the drugs. Shaquanda in particular spends hours intimately touching Lisa, making Lisa lose her revulsion toward lesbianism like a young, straight girl in prison forced each night into sharing her bed and body with a bulldog cellmate. The relationship eventually grows natural and voluntary to the formerly heterosexual girl, and she bonds with the dyke molesting her.

"Dis is yur home. No one's even noticed ya gone, Baby. Ya old family don't care about ya no more. No one is looking for ya," Shaquanda lies without breaking the cadence of the dildo. She culls Lisa's clitoris and begins playing with it -- retracting its hood, exposing Lisa's glans. "Ya husband be fucking other girls by now just like ya is fucking me and Reggie. We is yur family and we love ya and are taking care of ya. Don't ya like us?"

"Ooooooooh," Lisa gasps.

"Oh, dat feels good there, huh?" Shaquanda observes, rubbing Lisa's clit, where she is most vulnerable, while sliding the dildo over her g-spot.

"Uh-huh, oooooh," Lisa replies. You're going to make me cum."

"I know. I love it when ya cum for me. Open yur mouth and let me kiss ya, Baby," Shaquanda says.

Lisa knows it's sick, but she is already catching whatever disease makes Shaquanda so perverted, and with a hint of hesitation opens her lips for their tongues to meet.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, Lisa moans from their kiss. Her arms awkwardly embrace Shaquanda, for the first time passionately holding another woman -- naked flesh against naked flesh.

Shaquanda returns her attention back to Lisa's clit. It is time to make her lover cum.

"Ooooh, yur pussy feels so good, oooooh yeah, I'm gonna make ya cum for me, uh-huh, dat feels so nice," Shaquanda gently speaks.

"Oh, uh-huh, that does feels nice, ooooh yeah. You make my pussy feel so good. I'm going to cum for you," Lisa responds with the thoughts and expressions Shaquanda has been putting in her brain for several months.

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She woke in Reggie's arms. It is still night, but she can make out shadows forming absurd patterns in the blackness. His long, thick cock presses against her thigh as he sleeps. He is back from another trip and they already fucked like rabbits earlier that evening yet he is hard again. Lisa can't believe Reggie's incredible stamina and recovery time. Nor can she help comparing how sex with this black man lasts so much longer and occurs far more often than it ever did with Doug.

This is her life now, a life entirely of drugs and sex, being only with Shaquanda and Reggie. Her days as a professional woman, of pursuing interests and hobbies like literature, music, art, dance, fitness and fashion, of interacting with intelligent people in normal ways not involving some form of intercourse, masturbation or shooting drugs, drifts to distant memory.

"Get's on yur side," Reggie says. He woke up and wants to fuck again.

Reggie doesn't need to ask Lisa twice. She knows what he wants and learned after the first days with them that when she doesn't give it, they will shoot her with more drugs and take her by force anyway. Lisa rolls on her side.

Reggie's hand reaches under her left knee bringing her leg upward and over him -- into position for entry from the side. Lisa reaches down and gently aims Reggie's cock for him.

Lisa progressed like other girls he tamed in the past -- no complaints anymore about having sex with him, or requests for him to wear rubbers.

In the beginning Lisa wasn't accustomed to so much sex, and dreaded having it with Reggie, especially without barrier protection, which only added to an intimacy she didn't want with him. Even her husband, Doug, always used rubbers so she wouldn't get pregnant.

But Reggie made a point of boning Lisa without wearing condoms. Sharing body fluids with Reggie became less and less alien to her.

"Oh, oooh, uh-huh, ooooooh," Lisa moans. He makes her experience sex naturally without anything separating his penis from her. Lisa has grown fonder of actually feeling him and not a latex membrane. But during moments of lucidity from her otherwise drug altered reality she hates the hell she is in, her empty life filled with nothing other than carnal pleasure.

"I is gonna cum in ya, Baby," Reggie announces.

"Oh, oh, naaaaah, okay, uh-huh, I'm cumming too," Lisa replies in cadence with Reggie's thrusts and the squeaky springs in their bed.

Lisa doesn't protest. When he wants to, he fills her pussy anyway no matter how she begs or cries.

The familiar flood of Reggie's warm fluid flows into her; his thrusts slow. He fills her with baby-making spunk again.

"Oh, I came," Lisa mumbles. Reggie's flaccid cock remains in her after releasing its load. Just before falling back to sleep with it still inside her, Lisa amazingly notes how even completely soft, Reggie's penis is much larger than Doug's was fully erect.

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Sunlight leaks through cracks in the tightly drawn blinds and wakes Lisa. Reggie's arm hangs across her chest, his hand holding her breast. He hasn't given her any drugs since yesterday evening, which enables Lisa to think more clearly than she has in a long time. Lisa knows Reggie will have his usual morning erection when he rises and relieve it in her. This day will be like all the others and the morning fuck will only be the beginning. By late morning they will likely have a menage a trois with Shaquanda. Reggie will finish and leave to take care of business while Shaquada and Lisa continue. If sex had calories, Reggie and Shaquanda would weigh 900 pounds each. But if Lisa can somehow get out of the bed without waking him, she can escape from this horrible nightmare.

Lisa slowly lifts Reggie's hand from her breast and places it on his pillow. Now to get out of the bed without making it shake or the springs squeak -- she manages to do it and doesn't wake him.

Lisa looks around the living room for something to wear, but there is nothing. She doesn't want to risk going back into the bedroom and using the sheet from the bed to cover herself, possibly waking Reggie.

She desperately longs to see her husband again, have children with him one day -- get her life back. Reggie and Shaquanda have taken everything from her, replacing her future with chemical illusions of happiness and the empty ecstasies of sex without love.

Lisa gathers her courage, takes a deep breath like a diver preparing to descend deep water; she will do this naked if necessary. She tries opening the door -- made of dark, solid oak badly needing varnish -- but it's dead bolted. She goes to the window only to discover it fastened shut with rusty burglar bars over its dusty, cracked glass.

From the window they appear to be on the fifth or sixth floor of some abandoned tenement overlooking a small alley and facing the back wall of another building, perhaps a warehouse, made of brick. She doesn't recognize their location and the alley looks deserted. This is the first time in weeks Lisa has glimpsed outside and the daylight hurts her eyes.

She closes the blinds releasing dust motes into the air. Lisa needs to find the key to the deadbolt. But she's starting to feel really awful, like she is coming down with the flu or something worse. She enters the kitchen and looks in a few draws. A spoon and syringe lay on a badly stained countertop beside an old gas stove. Lisa doesn't know what is wrong with her, but she can't continue.

Reggie opens his eyes and jumps from bed. Lisa is gone, her spot cold! He faces serious jail time if she found the key and went to the police. He runs into the living room and breathes a sigh of relief finding his prize rocking on the couch.

"I don't feel well, Reggie," Lisa whines, rubbing her knees. "My body aches all over, I'm cold, and my stomach hurts. What's wrong with me?"

Reggie knows exactly what's ailing her. The drugs he gives some of his girls to keep them from straying really fuck them up; he's glad he never used any himself. This close call proves why he needs to get some girls hooked.

"Ya needs to remind me to give ya yur medicine, Baby," Reggie says with a sickening smile. He goes to the kitchen and returns a short while later with the rubber tourniquet and syringe.

"Here ya go, Baby." Reggie hands Lisa the needle. "Let me help ya get this on." He ties the rubber hose tightly around her bicep.

"Can you do it for me this time?" Lisa asks.

Lisa watches Reggie put the contents of the hypodermic needle in her vein, each injection draining some of her aspirations and life in exchange for another fix. He gives her an extra dose this time because of the scare. When he releases her tourniquet, Lisa closes her eyes and whispers, "Oh... thank you, Reggie."

"Yur welcome, baby -- now let's get back in bed. Ya see how hard I am for ya dis morning?"

Lisa dumbly stares at Reggie's big, hard cock -- the massive organ she dreaded having in her earlier that morning when sober. She never saw a black one until his and wonders if all black men are similarly endowed. She holds Reggie's arm to avoid falling as he escorts her to the bed where he will soon fuck her brains out.

Shaquanda lets herself in later, a symphony of squeaky bedsprings and Lisa's erotic grunts penetrate the bedroom walls and fill the apartment, "Uh, uh, uh, ah, oh, oh, Reggie, oooh, aaaah, oooooooh, oh, ah, uh-huh, oh!!!!!"

The surrounding rooms in this empty tenement echo with Lisa's passionate cries as he makes her cum. Lisa isn't the first girl Reggie kept here, but her moans are becoming the most vibrant.

"He's at it again with her," Shaquanda chuckles to herself. Almost every time he visits lately, Reggie is either drilling Lisa's pussy for oil, or making her swallow his own gushers. He has an insatiable appetite for corrupting innocent white girls, but so does Shaquanda.

"Oh, please, I'm cuming for you Reggie! Oooooh, that feels so good. That's nice. Oh yeah, my pussy feels so good. You're making me cum! Oh!" Shaquanda hears Lisa yell.

They moan into each other's mouths French kissing when Shaquanda enters their room. Lisa's legs lock around Reggie's ass. Her fingers dig into his back. Shaquanda imagines this naïve girl never dreamed of being fucked so much. The drugs Reggie keeps her on probably really spice things up for her too.

Their moans grow louder, their thrusts faster and harder. Shaquanda watches the way Lisa's pussy appears to suck on Reggie's dark cock, like it does with the dildo she uses on her. Its lips tightly stretch around his shaft, mirroring Reggie's movements and flashing a rim of pink around his black rod each time they back away from each other. Lisa's clear pussy juice coating Reggie's cock turns white as his cum mixes with her own natural lubricant. Their motions slow and their kiss ends.

"Oh, Reggie," Lisa exclaims.

Lisa peaks over Reggie's shoulder and sees Shaquanda watching them. Reggie pulls out and gets off the bed.

Lisa is obviously still aroused, spread open with Reggie's cum trilling from her freshly fucked pussy, her engorged clit and labia clearly visible to Shaquada along with her very erect nipples. Between the drugs and having been with Shaquanda and Reggie so often, Lisa has lost almost all self-consciousness about her body and feels little inhibition in front of them anymore.

"Hi Shaquanda, do you want to make love with me?" Lisa asks, knowing full well it's time for girl on girl action either with the dildo or some other adventure.

The only interaction Lisa receives is with Shaquanda or Reggie and the drugs weaken her emotionally. Lisa, like all humans, needs contact with others even if that means sexually with her captors. The old Lisa never dreamed of fucking another man or engaging in lesbianism. She never found black men attractive and thought sex with another woman gross. Now she is in a '69' eating Shaquanda's pussy.

The first few times, even though drugged, Lisa cried enough to fill an ocean when forced to participate in these perversions. But eventually Lisa's tears diminished, and at some point stopped completely.

"Ooooh, yeah, uh-huh, ya like that?" Shaquanda asks stroking the hood of Lisa's clitoris back exposing its glans.

"Oh, oh, oooooooh, yeah, you make my pussy feel so good," Lisa responds, reciprocating by sticking her tongue in Shaquanda's snatch.

"Oh, yeah, ya like the way pussy tastes," Shaquanda mewls.

Forced repitition formed sexual preferences, behaviors -- habits in Lisa that she previously considered abhorrent. Lisa reaches up around Shaquanda's buttocks to separate her thighs further. Lisa is starting to find pussy particularly piquant; it's growing on her. "Uh-huh, uh-huh, aah," Lisa moans. Shaquanda knows just how to touch Lisa and makes her cum on a dime.

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Lisa's face leaves the news cycle. The police have no leads. World events continue and she joins the growing number of missing souls. Gradually, the people close to Lisa accept her loss and go on with their lives.

Doug takes Lisa's loss hard. He counts his young, beautiful wife, in the prime of life, as a likely murder victim of some unknown psychopath. He cries nights thinking of ways she may have suffered before her end. Did her murderer rape her before killing her? Was she scared or in pain? Did she think about him when she died?

Doug uses his funeral leave to mourn his loss of Lisa, and then returns to Afghanistan. A young, widowed serviceman, he meets another girl and thinks less about Lisa. He eventually becomes an officer in the Army, remarries, and has kids with his new wife.

But every once in a while Doug revisits his brief time with Lisa: her captivating smile that lit up the room when she laughed, extraordinary wit, and their carefree weekend bicycle rides together as a young couple in love before he joined the Army.

Drugs and sex slowly erase the Lisa Doug remembers. Doug's new wife assumes the life Lisa started with him, while Lisa becomes a bi-sexual fuck doll for a black thug -- an empty, drug addicted slut, a shell of her former self with a hot body forced by Reggie into a longterm, lesbian relationship with an older, black woman.

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Several years after Lisa's disappearance, erotic moans of female passion fill the room. Three girls are on the floor -- one black, two white. The older black woman, Shaquanda, referees the two younger white ones -- Lisa and a cute, 21 year-old girl named Claire.

A year ago Claire had been a straight "A" college student, a scholarship recipient, until a friend foolishly brought her along to purchase pot from Reggie. The body of Claire's friend turned up in an abandoned crack house, the victim of an apparent overdose. But like Lisa, Claire mysteriously disappeared, the police unable to find any clues of her whereabouts.

Kept isolated and in a drugged haze like Lisa, Claire never learned about the unsuccessful search to find her or about what happened to her friend, a boy from college that unwittingly brought her to Reggie and this horrible life as a sex slave.

Claire's and Lisa's nipples are puckered revealing they just shot up speedballs for Shaquanda. They share a shiny, black double dildo following Shaquanda's directions.

"Dat's it, fit it all inside ya till yur pussies touch each other," Shaquanda instructs. Shaquanda watches their two white cunts gracefully move toward each other, back away, come a little closer, back away again, then almost meet, like a romantic dance of courtship. Practically the entire length of the dildo glistens with their juices.

"Ooooh, dat be feeling so good -- just a little further. Ya almost got it."

They make only slight contact at first -- draw away as if fearful of the touch, then join again. The connection between their vaginas grows more frequent and consistent as they become aroused, accustomed to the sensation from each other. A cacophony of "oohs," "ahs," "ohs," and "uh-huhs," eminates from the two hopeless drug addicts mindlessly following Shaquanda's directions like a couple of sex zombies fucking the dildo into each other.

"Ooooh yeah, dat pussy feels so good. Ya love each other so much," Shaquanda says.

The remaining length of dildo between them disappears.

"Dat's it, grind yur pussies together, feel each other, shows how much ya love each other," Shaquanda goads. "I wants to see ya both cum for me."

Lisa and Claire, who barely know each other, knit pubic hairs and become well acquainted physically. Busily undertaking the task at hand, it hardly matters to Lisa that Claire is a stranger, and Lisa can tell by Claire's reciprocation that the same holds true for her. They have business to take care of until Shaquanda says they can stop.

"Make her cum," Shaquanda whispers to Claire. Shaquanda French kisses Claire and plays with her erect nipples before her lips wander down to suck on them.

Shaquanda moves to Lisa, noticing her eyes closed as if deeply concentrating on the dildo. "Ya didn't think I would forget about ya, Baby, did ya?" Shaquanda questions, interrupting Lisa's sexual musings and causing her eyes to jerk open. They contain the vacant look of someone whose mind is elsewhere. "I see ya is really appreciating that dildo with yur new friend."

"Um, uh-huh, uh," Lisa dumbly babbles to Shaquanda, unable to form comprehendible words in her ecstasy of drugs and sex.

"Shush, ya just keep dat up and make her cum for me. It's yur turn for some tongue now. Open up and give me sugar."

Lisa's lips part and she kisses Shaquanda. Shaquanda's fingers begin toying with Lisa's nipples.

"I can't let these go without some more loving," Shaquanda explains taking Lisa's nipples in her mouth and then gently nibbling them.

Reggie returns and briefly enjoys the sex show Shaquanda makes the two girls they turned into drug addicted sluts perform. He is throwing a party tonight at one of the strip clubs he owns for his friends and the drug dealers working for him. It will be one of the rare occasions when Lisa gets to leave the apartment. Unlike most of the other girls, Reggie doesn't share Lisa with men often. Aside from the occasional fuck with Reggie, she's primarily Shaquanda's girlfriend, and has sex with other girls, like she is doing now with Claire, at Shaquanda's bidding. But tonight will be special.

Lisa wears a pink thong under a tight, black leather mini skirt and matching leather halter top that leaves her cute belly button and flat abdomen visible. Reggie brings Lisa to his private suite in back of the club, where he introduces her to his friend Ray -- the same man who disposed of her car years ago helping Reggie destroy her life and make her disappear.

On her knees in a dimly lit room, Lisa sucks Ray's cock. The walls shake from music strippers pole dance to outside. He isn't as large as Reggie, but his black cock is still a significant piece of meat to slurp. Her thin fingers barely wrap Ray's shaft, gently jerking it while rolling his heavy testicles with her other hand. Reggie lifts her mini-skirt, pulls her thong to the side, and pushes his cock into her ass.

"Mmmmmph, mmmmmmph, mmmmmmph," Lisa groans with her mouth full of cock each time Reggie thrusts. She ends up on top of Ray with his cock in her pussy and Reggie's still in her ass.

"Oh, ooooh, aaaah, ooooh, I'm cuming, oh my God, oooooooooooooh, yes," Lisa screams. She almost forgot how good real cock feels since becoming Shaquanda's girlfriend. The double fuck makes her cum like crazy.

On the way back to Reggie's apartment that evening Lisa sees Doug for the last time. She bounces on Reggie's lap in her miniskirt, riding her pussy on his big cock, savoring the heterosexual intercourse she's still partial to, when their limo stops at a traffic light. Through the tinted windows she spies Doug leaving the movie theater. He looks older than she remembers, but it's definitely him.

Having received transfer orders to another state, Doug is on leave.

For a second Lisa feels a ray of hope. She rises up about to dismount Reggie and jump from the vehicle when Doug wraps his arm around a cute girl beside him. The girl wears a wedding band and holds a baby resembling Doug.

Lisa slides down Reggie's cock again, turns away from the sight of her husband with his new wife, and resumes her coital rhythm without Reggie noticing the interruption.

Lisa needs a fix. Her arms reach around the back of Reggie's neck and she hugs him tightly. The light turns green and Lisa watches Doug and his wife get smaller in the distance from over Reggie's shoulder as the limo speeds away. Lisa looks forward to returning to Shaquanda, who along with Reggie, will always take care of her.

Lisa has long forgotten what Shaquanda flippantly said years ago. But Shaquanda's prophecy rings true nonetheless: if God exists, He abandoned Lisa to Shaquanda and Reggie. They did Satan's work, infecting her with their decadence. There is no hope for Lisa or any of Reggie's girls who swallow from his cup of perversions and experience the ecstasies it contains.

[Brainmetal]

Blackmailed Fiancee

By thecryptkeeper ©

CHAPTER 1

Reggie pulled up behind a newish looking Honda Civic sitting at the stop sign. No traffic, yet the driver failed to proceed. He tapped his horn to alert the distracted driver of his presence. The car lurched forward and Reggie followed in his beat up, piece of shit, pickup truck. He stepped on the gas and passed the little Civic, glancing at the car's tinted windows which prevented him from seeing its driver. The tail pipe of his truck belched a cloud of burnt oil as it pulled in front of the newer car. He knew this area well and there was another mile to go before they reached the next cross street where the driver might turn off. He let up on the gas once in front of the car and watched it catch up with him from his rear view mirror. The driver was a white female that kept looking down at the cell phone she held. Reggie waited for her to look down at the device again.

The map on Megan's iPhone screwed up and brought her to the wrong place, making her late for another job interview. She was lost. Her eyes quickly scanned the phone's tiny screen and then refocused on the road. The old pickup truck in front of her had come to a stop. She was going to run into it. Megan's foot stomped the brake pedal. She veered to the right. The Civic screeched but didn't completely stop until colliding with Reggie's old truck.

"Shit!" Megan exclaimed as she came to the realization she was at fault in this accident. She couldn't afford a ticket or the higher insurance costs that would result. After a moment, Megan took a deep breath and finally unclenched her fingers from the steering wheel, bracing herself before looking at the damage.

As Megan got out of her car, the other driver, a tall, strapping, black man in his fifties, climbed from the old pickup truck she had just ran into. He looked like a body builder, huge muscles in his chest and arms bulging beneath his shirt. Megan surveyed the damage as the black man approached: a dent on her left fender and some of her car's paint on the truck's rear bumper which was badly bent. She looked up at the black man towering above her.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" she asked.

Everywhere Megan went, she captured eyes. Men and women desired her, invoking jealousy in wives and girlfriends.

Reggie hesitated before answering, carefully considering his words as his eyes feasted on the petite, white girl with red hair and green eyes standing in front of him. She was a young, slender beauty -- couldn't be more than 22 years old, he thought -- with a nicely curved ass, perky tits, and fine facial features. He noticed the small engagement ring she wore.

"I'm not sure," he replied rubbing the back of his neck and examining his rear bumper, which had been banged up pretty good from a previous accident. The thin metal of her fender couldn't possible bend the thick steel of his bumper like that. But there was no way a young, dumb girl like her would know that. Besides the small scuff mark, she hadn't really caused any additional damage to his already smashed up truck. "It looks like you messed up my bumper and your fender. My neck is hurting some too. Do you have that cell phone you were using when you ran into me handy so we can call the police and file an accident report?"

Megan fetched her phone and did something very unusual for her, she started crying. Usually strong and self-confident, everything seemed to be going wrong lately. Her wedding was in a month and what a terrible way this was to begin her marriage. She and her fiancé, her high school sweet heart, were eager to make a family, but she was unemployed, unable to pay her bills, and now faced a big, fat ticket for careless driving and much higher insurance costs. It was a stretch financially with Larry's small paycheck before, but now they certainly couldn't make it.

Reggie watched tears flow down Megan's face. Her hands nervously trembled holding the phone that got her in this mess in the first place. "Why are you crying like that?" he asked.

Between sobs Megan explained her situation, "I'm going to get another ticket and I won't be able to afford insurance. We'll never be able to get married."

Her crying aroused Reggie with thoughts of stuffing his gigantic, black cock into her tight, young twat -- of pumping her little pussy full with his potent cream and putting a black baby in her white belly; but she was too distraught to notice the large bulge forming in his pants.

The two sat on the curb of the lonely stretch of highway, just outside of town, surrounded by empty fields. Tall blades of grass waved in the warm summer breeze, early morning dew drying from them. An occasional car or truck whizzed by.

"Wait," Reggie said placing his hand over Megan's phone so she couldn't finish her call to the police. "Perhaps we can work something out where you won't get a ticket and your insurance won't go up. I hate to see two young people start out with such hardship," Reggie explained now driven by appetency greater than greed.

"Really?" Megan sniffled, her eyes red a swollen.

"Sure, I have a friend who can fix that dent and I can probably set you up with a job. Let me see your phone."

Reggie was moving fast on Megan. Before she had the chance to even consider his offer, its potential costs, his ulterior motives, he took the phone from her hands and called his friend: "Hi Leroy, it's me, Reggie. I need to call in a favor, buddy. I'm on Highway 408 just east of town. A Honda Civic ran into me and the owner needs her car towed to your shop and repaired."

Megan's jaw dropped. The damage to her car didn't look that severe to her. "I think I can drive it," she said.

Reggie held up his finger gesturing for Megan to wait until he finished the conversation on her phone. "Okay, we're on the side of the road."

"It's not that bad. I can drive it." Megan repeated when Reggie ended his phone call.

She was right. Her car was perfectly drivable. But Reggie knew women were easily deceived when it came to cars and mechanical issues and she didn't need to know how minor the damage to her car actually was. "Are you serious? You can't drive your car with that dent in its fender. It's unsafe like that and you'll ruin your tire when you make a left turn."

Megan started crying again, "But I can't afford a tow truck or repairs."

Her tears caused Reggie's penis to fill with more blood, making his erection even harder. "It's either this or we file a police report and get the insurance companies involved. Leroy owes me a few favors and he does nice work. Let's see how bad your damage is when he gets your car back to his shop. I bet he can fix it for less than your deductible. I guarantee he will cost a lot less money than if you take your car elsewhere."

"I don't know about this," Megan replied. "I just don't have the money."

"Well you need to make a decision now while I can still call Leroy back and cancel. It's not fair to make him come all the way out here and then for you to change your mind. Either way you're going to need a tow truck. But at least my way your insurance won't go up and you'll avoid getting a ticket. I am just trying to help you out."

Megan felt confused. She wanted to ask her fiancé, Larry, what to do, but he wasn't supposed to get phone calls while at work and she didn't want to upset him with more bad news.

Reggie sensed Megan's hesitancy, but the dark, primitive compulsion sparked by Megan's tears and originating from his swollen penis had become stronger than his urge to breathe; like a high pressure salesperson, he pushed to close the deal before she backed out.

"It may not cost much, if anything at all, since Leroy owes me. If money is that much of a problem now, I'll vouch for and you can pay them back later," he added.

A lot of people owed Reggie favors for things he provided to them. Reggie had dabbled in a number of illicit businesses.

"Okay, I guess," Megan answered.

CHAPTER 2

Leroy pulled up in a rusty, old tow truck that looked like a bigger heap than Reggie's pickup. Reggie stood up and ran to meet his friend, leaving Megan sitting by herself on the curb. Leroy, still in his truck, lowered his window as Reggie approached.

The two black men chatted like good friends, occasionally glancing her way and laughing, but Megan couldn't hear what they were saying to each other from her distance and over the chugging of Leroy's truck. She watched Leroy -- a wiry fellow with short, kinky, white hair atop his head -- hop from his truck and briefly examine the damage to her car. He shook his head disapprovingly and then proceeded to attach her disabled vehicle to the winch. Next to his huge friend and the heavy equipment he operated, Leroy appeared slight. The two men walked over to Megan after hooking up her car.

"It's a good thing Reggie stopped you from driving your car like that," the old black man said. He grinned as if thinking about something funny -- his smile containing dark gaps where teeth were missing -- and added, "I'm Leroy."

"Hi Leroy, I'm Megan. Thanks for helping me out. Do you have any idea how much this is going to cost?" the girl asked, her pretty, green eyes still pink and puffy from crying earlier.

"It's hard to tell just yet. Until we get that fender off, there is no way to know if any underlying damage to the frame occurred. Don't worry about that now. Reggie says he'll vouch for you."

Leroy turned to Reggie and continued, "I'll take her car back to my shop now and get Tyrone working on it. Unless he finds major damage to the frame he should have it drivable later today. The rear bumper on your truck looks like it needs some work too."

"Okay," Reggie replied. "We'll take care of my bumper later." He then explained to Megan, "You'll ride with Leroy. I have some business to do and then I'll meet you at his garage."

As Reggie opened the passenger door for Megan, it sounded like it shrieked in pain, its rusty hinges arthritic joints forced to move. After Reggie helped her into the truck's filthy cab, Megan sat in the tattered seat and watched the old man pull himself up into the truck. She could tell it was becoming a struggle for him as he aged.

Leroy waved to Reggie as he drove away with Megan beside him and her car attached to the back of his truck. His admiration for Reggie reached an all-time high. Megan's beauty was even more striking close up; and her presence brought some life to his long dormant cock, which twitched slightly each time his eyes took in more of her lovely, model-like features.

After Leroy and Megan headed to Leroy's shop, Reggie went to seek medical attention for back and neck injuries he had just sustained. His story would be that the late model, blue Honda Civic Megan drove had left the scene. If turned in, say by the shop that repaired her car, Megan would be charged with felony hit and run.

CHAPTER 3

It didn't seem to take this long to reach them after Reggie called Leroy on her phone; but Megan was upset and not paying attention to time. Leroy drove slowly and took a detour back to his garage while uneasiness festered in Megan. She had never spent much time around black people and the old man's body odor added to her discomfort. His eyes kept wandering up her legs and staring at her breasts each opportunity he got to take them off the road. The more she thought about it, the more precarious her situation appeared. But she couldn't just demand for him to stop and give her car back. She felt paralyzed by an inability to act and sat silently as Leroy drove to their destination -- wherever that was.

Leroy's garage sat in a part of town where white folks were rare and Megan had never visited before. Her fear subsided some when they arrived. In five hours Larry would be off work; she planned to call him and let her fiancé know what had happened and where she was.

Leroy's place looked more like a junk yard than a repair shop, with cars and their parts strewn about in overgrowth and a tall chain-link fence with barbed wire on top surrounding the property. Two large Doberman Pinschers with spiked collars around their necks, appropriately named Demon and Savage, ran to Leroy's truck as it pulled up the driveway. They angrily barked and snarled at Megan when she opened her door. Megan froze with fear.

"Demon... Savage: heel!" Leroy thundered in a tone that didn't match his stature and sounded like it came from a big, Nazi drill sergeant. The dogs cowered to his feet. "Get out of here you mangy mutts!" he yelled. At his command they scurried away like scared puppies. Megan suspected the dogs reacted that way from cruel treatment. In a volte-face, Leroy politely smiled and helped her from the truck.

They walked into the garage where the smell of oils and solvents hung in the air as thickly as Leroy's body odor in the truck. A young, black man, around Megan's age, dressed in denim coveralls with grease stains on them, worked under a car on the lift. Leroy barked like one of his excited dogs, "Tyrone, bring this young lady's car in here and get to work on it right away. She was just in an accident, and needs it fixed now."

From his broad shoulders, Tyrone's lean body narrowed down in the form of a "V" with muscular pecks, biceps and buttocks his baggy coveralls poorly concealed. He performed quick repairs and quick paint jobs on cars. He also dismantled a few stolen automobiles for Leroy who used them for parts. Tyrone didn't ask questions, but somebody made his boss more volatile than usual. He looked over to his boss yelping and saw a beautiful white girl. "Wow" he muttered under his breath, his mouth forming a smile of bright teeth that contrasted his dark skin. His eyes black like obsidian lit up at the sight of Megan.

CHAPTER 4

Megan sat in a waiting area that consisted of a table and several plastic chairs in the corner of a small room. A number of disgusting girlie magazines -- Hustler, Barely Legal, Oui, and Penthouse -- covered the table and momentarily brought back the uneasy feeling she had experienced while riding in Leroy's truck. A layer of filth deposited over the years from the bottoms of mechanics' shoes darkened the white terrazzo floors worn by traffic. A television that only received one boring channel was mounted to the wall. With nothing to read and her cell phone out of charge, Megan passed the day in the dirty waiting area at Leroy's garage watching stupid shows on the television.

Tyrone started working on Megan's car. The damage was minimal but his boss explained the situation. Tyrone would have it fixed late that day -- after Reggie returned -- even though it could be repaired sooner. Except for the dent in her fender, her car appeared immaculate inside and out. Even the contents in her glove box were neat and organized as he went through them curious of her personal life. He found the papers from the dealer where she purchased the car in an envelope: a bill of sale and completed credit application. She lived in a nice part of town and had just turned 21-years-old, a year older than him. Tyrone believed cars resembled their owners. He imagined Megan looked as flawless under her clothes as her car looked under its hood. A girl perfect as Megan was as easy to win as the lottery. But Tyrone couldn't help fantasizing about taking Megan for a spin, and putting his piston in her well-oiled cylinder anyway.

A service counter with a cash register and telephone sat at the far end of the room where Megan waited. A door behind the counter led to the garage. The door opened and Tyrone came in pretending to look for something. From this location the young stud had a perfect view of Megan as she watched the television. Her silky, red hair, the color of shiny rust, flowed down to her shoulders. Her shapely breasts were not excessively large, but filled her white blouse nicely. Her tight, black skirt, which reached just above the knee, revealed a slim waist and long, smooth legs she kept crossed. But her face was indescribably beautiful with large, luminous, green eyes that looked like they belonged to a cat, high cheek bones, a little nose, a narrow chin, and full lips. Tyrone stood undressing Megan with his eyes, imagining her naked like the models in the porno magazines on the table -- magazines he took to the bathroom and wacked his monster sized penis off to three times a day. Tyrone's cock got hard as he stared at Megan. He had broken up with his girlfriend over a month ago and was tired of jerking himself off.

Leroy walked from his office down the short corridor to the waiting room and saw Tyrone leering at Megan and grabbing his coveralls to adjust his very large penis. "What are you looking for?" Leroy asked, knowing good and well what Tyrone was up to.

"I'm looking for the keys to her Civic," Tyrone nervously replied.

"I gave them to you, cretin! Get back in that goddamn garage and get her car fixed." Leroy barked.

Although Megan disliked Leroy's tone, she was thankful he chased the guy away. She pretended that she hadn't noticed Tyrone staring at her, but from the corner of her eyes she saw his blurry image standing there grabbing his crotch. The entire time she had concealed how uncomfortable he made her feel. She never had an interest in black men before, and certainly didn't have one now. She was off the market to all men. Soon she would be Mrs. Megan Donovin, wife of Larry Donovin. She just wanted her car fixed so she could get away from these creepy black men.

But now instead of the young guy, the old pervert ogled her for several minutes. At least Leroy didn't keep obnoxiously grabbing his penis like Tyrone had done.

The old man could no longer get full erections, at least not without help from blue pills. However, the sight of Megan made more blood flow into his dusty prick without Viagra than it had received in a long time, which rekindled Leroy's memories of youth. How he wished he was a younger man again. Like Tyrone now, at one time he could get boners from a simple breeze. Leroy thought how this gorgeous, white chick must be torture for the poor kid.

The phone rang, diverting Leroy's attention. "Leroy's Garage," he answered.

"Don't say my name," Reggie's voice carefully instructed him from the phone. "I'm at the hospital and the police are taking a report. They already took a paint sample from my bumper but I didn't give them her license plate number or description. Make sure you keep her there until I get back."

"Sure, we can take care of that for you," Leroy said with that same funny grin he gave to Megan when he introduced himself to her -- the one that exposed his missing teeth, a semi-toothless grin. "Bring her in and we'll fix her up. We're open late tonight."

Leroy hung up the phone and went down the corridor back to his office -- probably to look at some nasty magazines, Megan thought.

By five-thirty Megan's car still was not finished. She was about to ask if she could borrow the phone so she could call Larry to pick her up when Reggie walked in.

"They finish your car yet?"

"No," Megan replied shaking her head.

"Leroy?" Reggie yelled down the hall. "What's up with her car?"

Leroy emerged from his office, "Let me go check."

He went out to the garage and for a few seconds, only Reggie, Megan, and an awkward silence filled the room. Unlike the other two guys, Reggie knew how to work a girl like Megan. He knew not to come on too strongly at first and to wait until the time was right and her defenses were down. He checked Megan out without her realizing it.

"Okay, he's finishing up right now," Leroy explained coming in from the garage holding paperwork for the repair. "Let's go back to my office and hash this out."

The apprehension Megan had experienced off and on throughout the day -- when she had ridden in Leroy's truck, when she had noticed the hardcore, pornographic magazines on the table, every time Leroy and Tyrone had taken turns ogling her, when Tyrone had fondled his crotch and Leroy had given her his semi-toothless grin -- returned again like bad indigestion. Yet her conscience compelled her to follow Leroy down the hall with Reggie close behind her. They had given her a tow, repaired her car, trusted her to pay them back without getting insurance companies or the police involved. Now it was time for her to return their good will, Megan thought, ignoring the anxiety she felt in her gut.

Leroy's office appeared neater and cleaner than the rest of his business, but was still beneath Megan's standards. Half of his large, oak desk was covered under a mountain of papers: old receipts and letters, statements from his banks and creditors, and utility bills that he let pile up. Every six months or so, when he got around to it, he went through it all, filed the important stuff, and threw away everything else. And then like a volcano made of papers, it would re-form.

To her relief, Megan didn't see any erotic magazines in his office. But her suspicion had been correct nonetheless -- he had hidden them in his desk.

Two antique chairs made of oak with a dark, worn finish faced the desk. Everything in this place: the waiting area, the customer service counter, the terrazzo floors, Leroy's oak desk and the chairs across from it, seemed to display the same depleted look that could almost pass for a purposefully planed motif, which of course it was not. Megan sat in one of the chairs, but Reggie remained standing beside the other. Leroy sat in a torn, but comfortable leather chair facing the two.

"There was some damage to the frame of your car which Tyrone repaired," Leroy explained. "We also replaced your fender and painted it. Since I'm doing this as a favor for Reggie, I'm only charging $2,800."

Megan looked at Reggie, her eyes welling up again. "I don't have $2,800. I don't even have a job right now."

"Now take it easy, sweetheart" Leroy said. "Reggie is vouching for you. But you need a job to pay us back and it just so happens that I need someone at the customer service counter to answer the phones and ring up customers. I'm willing to pay you $600 per week cash under-the-table. You can probably pay the entire bill off in three months."

Megan didn't feel comfortable with this proposition. The money was enticing but the way Leroy and Tyrone both looked at her gave her the willies.

"Uh, I'm not sure. Can I think about it for a day or two?" Megan asked.

Reggie again detected her hesitancy. He knew she needed money. They were close to a deal and he didn't want to use his trump card, the hit-and-run felony charge yet. He was saving that for his final coup d'état.

"What are you not sure about?" Reggie chimed in. "That's a damn good deal -- $600 under-the-table. If she doesn't want the job, I'll take it, Leroy."

The two men laughed and Megan gave a nervous giggle. She felt pressured.

"I'll tell you what; you seem like a well-spoken young lady that will bring some class to this place. I'll go to $650 per week, but that's my final offer."

"Wow," Reggie remarked.

This all seemed so similar to when Megan sat in the car dealership negotiating for the Civic. But $650 per week was a lot of money, at least to her. Her car payment was a month behind, her auto insurance premium was past due, and she needed to pay Leroy back. Again her conscience helped in her decision. Reggie had been kind. The police would have given her a ticket for careless driving and her insurance would have gone through the roof since this was not her first accident.

"Okay, Mr. Leroy, I'll work for you."

The three of them smiled and laughed again, Leroy with his semi-toothless grin and Reggie with several gold crowns on his teeth. Leroy quickly handed her a paper to sign. "It's just saying the service was performed to your satisfaction and you agree to pay us for the work performed," he still chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. Megan signed it. At that moment, for a brief few seconds, Megan did not know why, but something about this reminded her of Faust.

******CHAPTER 5*******

The three men waited behind and gathered in Leroy's office after Megan went happily on her way, in her perfectly repaired Civic, back to her fiancé.

"Okay, Leroy, how much did the repairs really cost?" Reggie asked.

"Maybe $800 if we had used new parts. But I had a fender lying around from another Civic that went through the chop shop a few months back." Leroy then asked Tyrone, "How many hours you work on her Civic today?"

Tyrone shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know, maybe four hours total."

"Yea, and that's including all the time you spent trying to get a sniff of her pussy." Leroy quipped. "This kid must have blue balls. Since he broke up with his girlfriend a month ago, he's been jerking off three times a day, and that's just when he's here at work. At most the repair cost $200 with his labor included."

Reggie sat stroking his chin pondering his scheme. He ran multiple scenarios through his mind, his thoughts sharper, more rational, with Megan now gone along with the throbbing erection her tears had brought him. As badly as he had wanted to fuck Megan, it would not be prudent. It would be far too incriminating if he had sex with and possibly impregnated the same person who committed the hit and run on his truck. On the other hand, it would be quite plausible to a judge and jury if Megan initiated sex with Leroy, or better yet, Tyrone, in exchange for fixing her car so the police wouldn't find out. Of course he hoped they would not have to turn her in. Hopefully, Megan would acquiesce and let Tyrone stick his cock in her. Tyrone was closest to Megan in age, and had the fewest ties to Reggie, making him the best candidate for the privilege of fucking her. "How would you like to have a white girlfriend?" Reggie asked Tyrone.

Tyrone's eyebrows raised, his big, white teeth revealing themselves in his grin. "You mean that hot, white chick whose car I fixed today?" he asked incredulously.

"Who else have we been talking about, nimrod?" Leroy interjected.

"Shit yea!" Tyrone replied.

"Listen, you can't jerk off anymore. Do you understand?" Reggie asked. "We can't risk you going soft on her when she fights it, and she will fight it, at least the first few times."

Tyrone nodded in reply.

"She starts tomorrow which is Wednesday," Reggie said to Leroy. "Don't pay her until next Friday after we have a little chat with her and Tyrone fucks her."

The three men sat quietly for a few moments while Reggie looked up and stroked his chin more in further thought. Reggie understood the female psyche more than most men. She had chosen a mate in her fiancé and she might not be on the pill since they were getting married soon. When he had spoken with her after the accident, Megan gave Reggie the impression that she and her fiancé would immediately try to start a family. Her primal female instincts would fight to protect her precious eggs from all except him.

"Do you use condoms with your girlfriends?" Reggie asked Tyrone.

"Not unless they insist," Tyrone responded. "It doesn't feel as good with them."

"I'm with you on that," Reggie said patting Tyrone on his back. "Do you want to use them with Megan?"

"Not if I don't have to. Why?"

"I don't think she is on birth control since she is getting married soon. If that's the case and you want to enjoy her bareback, you better convince her from the very start that you've had a vasectomy; otherwise she will never let you near her without a rubber. A girl like Megan doesn't get pregnant out of wedlock or illegitimately. It will just make things easier if you tell her you got a vasectomy after knocking up a few girls and your done having children."

Tyrone thought about what Reggie said. "That's not too far from the truth, at least the part about knocking up a few girls, but this is a different situation. She is not like the girls in the hood. What if she really does get pregnant?"

"No, she is nothing like girls from the hood. That's why you must absolutely convince her you're safe. She is getting married. If she gets pregnant she will think the baby is her husband's, which it may be. Being her baby's daddy, though, would have benefits if you wanted to stick around and be with her." Reggie beamed, "If not, you'll have plenty of time to skip town."

The conversation made Tyrone hard. He reached down and repositioned his cock. Already his huge testicles ached. It would be a long ten days, but that white girl would be worth every moment of abstinence.

"Goddamn that's a huge black snake," Reggie commented. How do you keep that thing inside your pants?"

"I tuck it down my pants leg." But hard-ons are a bitch."

Leroy interjected: "What the hell do I get from all this?"

"What do you want out of it?" Reggie inquired.

"I want $50 bucks from the kid every time he takes a go at her and I want to watch too."

"Let's start out with the $50 and you can drill a hole in the wall to watch," Reggie joked. That work for you, Tyrone?"

Tyrone nodded.

If all went as planned, each of the three men would now get something they wanted: Reggie, half the money Leroy received from Megan and half the money Leroy received from Tyrone and whatever funds he might be able to scam from his own insurance; Tyrone, a beautiful white girl to regularly fuck; Leroy, cheap help, eye candy, and live peep shows. Megan would be working for far less than she realized paying them back a good chunk of her salary for something she never received. Leroy anticipated getting much of Tyrone's paycheck back every week in fuck fees. They all would win something at Megan's expense.

"One more thing," Reggie added. "The two of you need to be a little less obvious leering at her. We need her defenses down and the element of surprise when we make our move."

*******CHAPTER 6*************

Megan got home late but in wonderful spirits. "Hi honey," she said falling into Larry's arms and giving him a great, big kiss.

"Somebody's in a good mood," Larry replied. "I was worried about you. I tried calling but it went immediately to voicemail."

Megan's smile lit up the room. "My cell phone was dead. But I've got good news."

"What?" Larry inquired. The job hunting clothes Megan wore gave him a hint.

"I got a job," Megan lilted, her big green eyes sparkling as Larry looked into them.

"That's wonderful!" Larry cheered with a big smile of his own. "Where did you get a job?"

Megan left Larry's embrace, put down her purse and picked up the mail sitting on their kitchen table. "At a place called Leroy's Garage."

"What are you doing at the garage? I didn't know you knew how to work on cars."

"I don't, silly. I'll be answering their phones, dealing with their customers, and taking care of their paperwork," Megan replied, shuffling through the stack of envelops comprised mostly of overdue bills. "No checks from Publisher's Clearinghouse yet," she joked. Larry didn't respond to her dry humor.

"How much are they paying you?"

Megan stared at one of the envelopes in her hand from her auto insurance company -- a cancellation notice -- while thinking for a moment, and didn't immediately respond. She decided not to upset Larry by telling him she had another accident. Since Leroy was paying her cash under-the-table, she could pay back the loan, $200 a week, without Larry knowing about it.

Megan looked up at Larry who she always found somewhat attractive, but lacked the build and muscles the black men she met today displayed. She wasn't marrying Larry purely for great looks, or for money, neither of which he had in abundance. She was marrying him because they were kindred spirits who transcended physical attraction. "They're starting me at $450 a week, but cash under-the-table."

"Four-hundred-and-fifty dollars cash, no taxes, isn't too bad. Where is this place? I've never heard of it."

Megan put the stack of envelopes back down on the table. Tired of wearing heels and sitting around in business attire all day, she wanted to change into something comfortable. "In Mayberry on 54th Street and MLK Blvd," she replied heading toward their bedroom to change.

Larry followed her. "I haven't been there before, but I don't think that's a good area."

"It's fine," Megan sighed, the energy and enthusiasm from when she first came home now drained from her.

Larry watched his fiancée undress in front of him. She turned around and faced him in her white panties and bra made of lace, her red hair like the color of rust, but shiny, flowing down to her shoulders and her limpid, green eyes staring into his. There weren't enough adjectives to describe her beauty.

She didn't want to answer any more questions. "Come here and make love to me," Megan said.

Larry quickly took off his clothes and joined her in bed.

They kissed and hugged and touched each other's bodies in special places until the time arrived to enter her. Megan had just stopped taking birth control pills so she would be ready when they were married to make children with Larry. She gently reminded him to put on a condom. Larry fumbled to put the latex sheath over his member, a barrier between them that prevented their complete intimacy. He missed the feeling of his penis in direct contact with Megan's vagina. He looked forward to their wedding, to the rubber barrier coming off and to their reunion once husband and wife.

******CHAPTER 7********

Friday arrived. Megan drove her Civic through the open gate with barbed wire on top of it. Demon and Savage, chained to the front of the garage, lay panting next to their water bowl. The dogs growled at Megan a little less viciously as she exited her car and walked inside. Over the past few days they became more familiar with her, although she still couldn't approach them.

Things seemed to be going well for Megan. She kept busy mostly answering the phone and helping Leroy with all his papers that needed filing. Each day she felt a little more comfortable here. The lustful stares she had thought Tyrone and Leroy were giving her when she first met them no longer occurred. She began to wonder if perhaps she had misconstrued their looks because she had been so upset. She strolled over to the waiting area. Someone replaced all the girlie magazines with issues of Time, People, and Better House Keeping.

Tyrone came in from the hot garage to cool off a few minutes and sneak a few peaks at his future girlfriend's tight ass as her back was turned toward him arranging the magazines on the table. He imagined bending her over Leroy's desk and feeding her tight twat the full length of his beefy, Negro sausage. Blood quickly rushed to Tyrone's penis. It had been three days since he last masturbated and his large balls grew heavier by the day producing more sperm. He changed his thoughts to his grandmother to control his urges.

Megan turned around. "Hi Tyrone," she said, her gorgeous, bright smile illuminating the room as she greeted him, her luminous green eyes drawing Tyrone into them like an object falling to earth.

"Hello, Megan. What's up?" The erection in Tyrone's pants began returning and grew more unpleasant as he resisted moving his cock to a more comfortable position while in front of her.

"Hey, Tyrone," Megan asked drawing closer to him, her voice getting lower, "When do we get paid today?"

As she came closer, his erection grew harder, his discomfort approached pain. "We usually get paid when Leroy closes shop." Tyrone answered. At that moment he ached to release his cock and bury it inside Megan, to hold her naked body squirming against his, explore her mouth with his tongue, and fill her with his cum. Instead he gave a boyish smile and went back to the hot garage to cool off.

They closed shop. Megan and Tyrone went into Leroy's office. Reggie had stopped by to visit and was bullshitting with Leroy when they entered. Reggie rose to give Megan his seat. Leroy sat behind his big oak desk, now cleared of the mountain of papers, thanks to Megan, and handed Tyrone an envelope filled with money. But he did not have another envelope for her. "Since you started this week, I'll pay you next week," he explained with his semi-toothless grin. "I usually hold a week's pay in advance."

"Is there any way you could give me an advance?"

Leroy looked over to Reggie standing behind Megan's chair. He gave Leroy a slight nod. "I think we can arrange that. How much do you need?"

Megan looked down and hesitated, building courage to spit out the amount -- "four-hundred dollars."

"Four-hundred dollars? You didn't make that much this week." He pulled his calculator over from the edge of his desk and punched numbers into it. "You worked three days, which only comes to $390."

"I know," Megan whined like a little girl. "But they cancelled my car insurance."

Leroy leaned back in his torn leather chair, his beady eyes darting around the room as he thought. The girl obviously had financial problems that could work to their advantage. If her car insurance was cancelled, she was likely late on other bills as well. Keeping her indebted to them while still in need of money would offer even more leverage with her.

"But you already owe $2,800. I can give you $200 now and $200 next week. Will that help you out?"

It wasn't as much as Megan needed, but she could at least start paying some of her bills. "Thank you, Leroy. I appreciate this."

******CHAPTER 8********

The second week went as smoothly as the first for Megan. Friday afternoon arrived. A white clock with black hands and Roman numerals on its dial hanging on the wall behind the counter read 3:00 on its dusty lens. It was a slow afternoon with not much for her to do. She eagerly waited for 5:30 to arrive so she could go home and be with Larry. They had a lot of bills, but also planned dinner and a romantic evening together with some of her pay.

Tyrone looked at a small, black digital clock sitting on top of his tool cabinet in the garage. It read 3:00 as well, but in bright red numbers. Reggie's truck pulled up the driveway and parked next to Megan's Honda. Tyrone heard the crunch of his steps in the gravel get louder as Reggie approached. Reggie walked over to Demon and Savage first, kneeled down and petted the dogs. "Hello pouches, you're good girls," he cooed.

"Right on time," Tyrone remarked.

Reggie stood and came over to him. "Are you ready?"

"I've been ready, man. My balls hurt they're so full of cum."

"Good boy," Reggie replied with his gold and white grin. He empathized with the kid, but Tyrone's situation was enviable; soon he would experience the most pleasurable relief imaginable, well worth the discomfort and wait. "I know you're pretty experienced with girls, but don't fuck this up. We're playing head games with her also. If it feels good to her physically she will likely feel guilty and confused afterwards. So once you get that thing in her, take it easy and let her body get used to it. I doubt she's ever taken a cock as large as yours before. Start with slow, easy strokes, pay attention to her response, and try to make her cum a few times before shooting your first load."

Tyrone didn't need the advice. He had been fucking girls since he was 13 years old and had developed an art in lovemaking which he refined over the years. He could finesse any girl. His unusually large penis seduced every female he managed to get it into. He only needed to get inside Megan. But after listening to Reggie anyway, he strolled out to the front gate and clanked it closed. The thick steel chain rattled as he wrapped it around the metal poles and snapped its padlock shut. He made his way over to Demon and Savage and released them from their chains. It was time to go inside.

Megan sat in the waiting area reading an article in People magazine about Kanye West and Kim Kardashian. Unlike the couple in the article, she preferred a suitor from her own race, and wasn't into the whole interracial thing or darker complexioned men.

"Have a nice weekend," Tyrone's voice said. She looked up and saw Tyrone with his keys in one hand and a white envelope in the other.

"Hey, what do you mean have a nice weekend? It's only 3:15. We don't close until 5:30."

"Leroy left already and told me to close up early."

Megan didn't see Leroy leave, but she hadn't seen him in the building in a while either. "Is that what I think it is?" she asked, looking greedily at the envelope containing Tyrone's weekly salary.

"Yea, I got it from Reggie. He's in Leroy's office now."

Megan's eyes lit up with excitement over getting paid and starting the weekend early. "Oh, I better go get my pay too before Reggie leaves."

"Okay, see you Monday. I'm out of here," Tyrone replied giving Megan an unusual smirk.

Tyrone watched Megan head toward Leroy's office, adrenaline pumping through his veins. Fortunately she hadn't looked down or she would have noticed his Black Ness monster trying to force its way out of his coveralls.

A peephole in Leroy's open office door, she hadn't noticed before, struck Megan as odd. "Megan, have a seat," Reggie said as he rose from Leroy's desk and pulled the chair out for her. "I have something important we need to talk about." Megan noticed him close the door and suddenly the uneasy feeling that Leroy and Tyrone had given her that first day she met them returned.

"I just came to get my pay. Tyrone told me we are closing early today."

Reggie handed Megan a white envelope, which at first she thought contained cash. She opened it and found papers inside.

"We are closed, Megan. It's just you and me here now," Reggie said as he observed Megan reading the copy of the hit and run police report he had filed. "But you won't be leaving early," he continued.

Megan's jaw dropped. "What is this?" she asked.

"It's the hit and run report I filed for the accident you fled. You caused injury, which means you committed a third degree felony. That will get you five years in prison."

"Oh my God," Megan exclaimed, her hands coming up to the sides of her face.

"They don't have your license plate number. But they did get a sample of your paint from my bumper."

"Why are you doing this?" Megan cried, tears streaming down her face.

Reggie felt himself getting aroused as she cried. He ignored her question and continued. "There's actually a cash reward for Leroy if he turns you in. But fortunately, both Leroy and Tyrone have agreed to keep quiet about this if you cooperate."

"What do you want?" Megan asked recognizing the absurdity of her question. She was young, but not that naïve. Her tantalizing beauty like a lamp at night attracts moths had motivated many suitors to hit on her whose advances she declined. Her uneasiness before was the hitting of an iceberg, which now became the realization that the ship was going to sink. Reggie stepped behind her and put his hands on her shoulders.

"I want you to relax, Megan," Reggie said beginning to rub her shoulders. His hands felt the tension in her muscles.

Megan sat in shock as his meaty hands massaged her shoulders for a few minutes. He bent down and began nibbling her neck, which made her tingle all over like a low current of electricity flowing through every nerve in her body. His hands then descended to her breasts and her mind began racing. She could not allow this to continue. "Stop touching me!" Megan responded slapping his hands off her and jerking her neck away. She jumped from the chair and headed toward the door. Reggie stepped in front of it blocking her exit.

"Think carefully about this, Megan. If you go out this door, it's five years in prison."

"I'm not having sex with you," Megan replied, her luminous green eyes glaring at Reggie like an angry cat, fury now replacing tears from moments ago.

"I'm not going to have sex with you Megan, at least not in the sense of putting my cock in your pussy, if that's what you're afraid of."

That was a filthy, disgusting, thought -- having his nasty, black cock inside her. "What do you want, then?" Megan snapped.

"Five years is a long time in prison, a long time to wait for someone, don't you agree? A young man like Larry, with certain needs would probably find someone else to satisfy them."

The anger in Megan's face changed to fear as Reggie spoke. Her wedding was less than three weeks away. Her brain sped a million miles per hour. There had to be a way out of this, but it was like trying to solve an unsolvable puzzle.

"What do you want," she repeated in a more reasonable tone.

"There are other ways people can pleasure each other that don't involve intercourse," Reggie explained taking her arm and guiding her back toward Leroy's cleared off desk. He turned her around to face him and began unbuttoning her blouse. Megan looked down and nervously watched his fingers reach the last button. She was still trying to solve the puzzle in her mind.

Reggie glimpsed her tight stomach and cute belly button as her blouse hung open. When his big hands reached the clasp of her skirt, she tried backing away, but banged her ass into the edge of Leroy's desk.

"No, I don't want to do this," Megan complained, the zipper on her skirt sounding like fabric being torn as Reggie unzipped it.

"There are some mean bull dykes in prison that would love to get their hands on you. After five years, you might start to like being some stone butch's pillow princess and lose interest in Larry," Reggie reminded her as he pulled her slightly away from the desk's edge so her skirt would fall. It puddled around her ankles.

Megan stood paralyzed as Reggie emotionlessly slid her open blouse from her shoulders. A thin gold necklace with a small crucifix attached hung just above her cleavage. Her white lace panties -- a bikini cut -- with matching bra and black high heels remained.

Megan trembled with fear still trying to solve the puzzle, her thoughts turning to desperation. Maybe masturbating Reggie, as disgusting as that would be, would satisfy him and prevent him from going further -- from touching her.

"I'll jerk you off," she recklessly blurted, no sooner the words leaving her lips, regretting them and her inability to think of something more cleaver, less depraved to stop him.

Reggie chuckled at the offer, reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. "That will be nice, but you need to be pleasured first to get you more in the mood for it."

She reached up holding her bra from falling off her perky, medium sized breasts. "No, wait, maybe I can pay you more money," she pleaded as if kidnapped.

"Let go of your bra," Reggie growled impatiently, grabbing her wrist and dragging it away from her chest and down to her side.

Her bra fell away and Megan's breasts, perfectly shaped globes, billowed from her petite figure unaffected by gravity. Her nipples hid -- camouflaged in pink -- in the centers of flawlessly round areolae somewhat larger than quarters. Reggie's fingers latched to her areolae, drawing her nipples of the same hue out from them. Her nipples grew harder and distinguishably erect from their surrounding pink flesh as he began twirling his fingers around them.

"Please, stop touching me," Megan cried.

His hands left her breasts and slid down the sides of her hips and into the waistband of her panties.

Megan knew what came next. Her mind raced to solve the puzzle. There had to be some way to keep him from molesting her further. "Please don't make me do this," Megan pleaded. "I'm in the mood. Let me jerk you off now," she offered. She reached for her panties, tried to stop Reggie from pulling them down. "No," Megan wailed as if holding a continuous musical note. Reggie roughly pried her fingers from the delicate fabric and yanked her briefs to her ankles.

She was a natural red head, her pubic hair the color of shiny rust like the hair resting on her shoulders. Reggie knelt before her neatly trimmed burning bush like Moses receiving the Ten Commandments. Her hand quickly covered Reggie's site of worship. He rose, leaving her panties around her ankles. She looked like a scared child -- head down, hunched over -- with one arm covering her breasts, and one hand over her vagina. Her defiant self-confidence from earlier had vanished. Reggie nudged her backwards until her ass bumped the edge of Leroy's desk again.

"You need to get a little more comfortable," Reggie said, his hands grasping the sides of Megan's petite waist. Before she knew what he was doing, he lifted her up (she instinctively grabbed his shoulders for support) and sat her on the desk. Megan jerked her hands away from Reggie's shoulders the instant he set her down as if his skin jolted her with electricity and resumed covering her privates. "Lay back," Reggie's voice thundered as he shoved Megan backwards.

It felt surreal to Megan, like an outer body experience she watched from afar, as Reggie navigated her panties, still wrapped around her ankles, from one of her stilettos, and then left the briefs dangling off her other ankle.

"You're beautiful," Reggie said as if commenting on a prized game he had hunted and finally caught. He tried opening her legs.

Megan tried to think of something, anything, to stop Reggie from going further, finally offering the unthinkable: "Please, Reggie, I'll suck your cock. Don't do this to me."

"That will be nice, Megan. After I get you nice and aroused I'll let you do that," he replied coldly.

"I'm aroused now... really. Let me do it and I'll show you," she begged.

"Open your legs now, Megan, or you're going to prison for a very long time!" he roared.

She stared at the ceiling, tears from the corners of her eyes forming rivulets flowing down the sides of her face and into her hair, and allowed him to slowly push her legs open. He spread them wide. She reached down modestly covering her vagina with her hand. He grabbed hold of her wrist and wrestled it over to the side.

"Please, don't fuck me," she cried, words coming from her mouth in staccato.

"I won't fuck you, Megan. Now relax!" Reggie popped his finger in his mouth, getting it nice and wet, then slowly inserted it in Megan's small pussy.

Reggie's assurance provided little comfort to Megan as she felt his finger slowly probing her. He had lied about everything else, turning it into something much worse. A sensation very close to her clitoris alarmed her. "No," she complained, not wanting to be aroused by him. Reggie had slobbered on his thumb and gently rubbed the sides of her clit with it. Her nails dug into Reggie's wrist trying to stop him. He pried her fingers off him bending them backward in response, while managing to masturbate Megan without the slightest interruption.

"Owe, oh God," Megan yelped, the pain in her hand temporarily distracting her from a response in another part of her body -- she was getting wet, providing enough lubrication for Reggie to caress her clit without his spit. By the time the ache in her hand subsided and her cries simmered, her pussy had become aroused.

"Okay, Reggie, I'm ready now. Let me suck your dick," Megan blubbered, attempting to divert his attention and stop him from playing with her vagina. She despised being touched by him and her body's reaction to it.

But Reggie didn't stop -- he moved in for the kill. Megan felt the sensation of his fingers spreading her labia further apart. An inviting heat from her pussy reached Reggie's face as his mouth drew close. Her clitoris was getting harder and his tongue landed on it. She inhaled deeply. "Oh. . . God," she exclaimed exhaling. "Stop it." Her tiny, white hands tried unsuccessfully pushing his black, nappy head away.

Reggie's strong hand pressed on her firm, flat tummy as he performed oral sex on her, his other hand parting her labia. Her clitoris fully hardened and grew larger. Her breathing accelerated and her nipples poked out from her breasts. Megan fought to control her response. Her hands pushed against Reggie's head. "No," she continued.

Tyrone watched Reggie going down on Megan through the peephole Leroy had installed in the door. Megan's hips turned every which way trying to escape his tongue, her soft moans muffled, but audible, "Ooh..., please..., mm-hmm..., don't..., uh-huh..., no..., ah." Short, contradictory words and phrases lacking definite meaning replaced her earlier pleas for Reggie to stop.

After nearly two weeks of complete abstinence, with the temptation of Megan daily, the scene tantalized Tyrone. But it was obvious Megan was almost ready for him. He removed his clothes waiting for Reggie's signal, his thick, meaty cock hard and leaning from his body under its own immense weight.

"Are you ready yet Megan?" Reggie asked between licks to her clitoris. "Ooh, no, please, don't. Stop it. I'll play with your cock if you want me to," Megan beseeched while panting. "Just stop doing that." Megan's body displayed signs that it had reached sexual plateau. She had been seduced as much as possible. Now was the best time to make the move, when she would be most vulnerable and receptive to intercourse.

Megan's eyes briefly opened as she felt Reggie lift his hand off belly. But his tongue still danced with her clit and her eyes closed again. Reggie raised his hand up and waived it for Tyrone.

Tyrone quietly opened the door and got into position beside Reggie where he could quickly move into place. Reggie enjoyed spoiling Megan's pussy, but the time had come to share the fun. As Reggie moved away from Megan, Tyrone looked down at her bush. It reminded him of a freshly mowed patch of grass, neatly trimmed and edged with a small garden meticulously weeded, its hairs a shiny rust, the same color as the hair that flowed in gentle waves from her head.

Megan felt Reggie grab her hips and scoot her bottom closer to the edge of the desk. He was masturbating her again while rolling both of her nipples gently between his fingers. She opened her eyes, dilated pupils from arousal concealing much of their green color, and saw him smiling down at her as he fondled her tits. He bent down and began nibbling her neck. Reggie felt her nipples get even harder as he nibbled his way to her ear.

And then Megan realized someone else must be playing with her pussy. Her eyes widened and she managed to prop herself on her elbows before Reggie stopped her from sitting all the way up. Tyrone stood naked between Megan's open legs masturbating her; his cock only inches from her entrance put Megan in distress. His uncircumcised penis looked strange, absurdly thick and large, like some exaggerated organ on an anime character. Megan had never seen an uncircumcised penis before or a black one.

Tyrone stopped masturbating Megan and stretched her labia open while she stared paralyzed in disbelief of his size: a long, thick log with a tan sac holding testicles each the size of a golf ball and filled with sperm. White pre-cum drooled from its tip as Tyrone pulled his foreskin back and aimed toward her opening.

"Oh my God, you said you wouldn't fuck me," Megan cried to Reggie in a panic as he held her. She watched in horror, Tyrone's fingers parting her labia, her pink membranes exposed glistening with moisture as the brown, bulbous head of Tyrone's cock gently touched them.

"I'm not going to fuck you," Reggie answered in her ear. "He is."

"He's too big. Please don't fuck me Tyrone. I'll suck both your cocks right now!"

She felt the head of his fat cock begin pushing into her.

"No, please, I'm going to get married; I'm not on birth control; I could get pregnant!" she pleaded.

"I promise you won't get pregnant," Tyrone assured her, delivering lines he had carefully rehearsed. "I've had a vasectomy over a year ago and I only shoot blanks now. I already have three kids and I'm not making anymore." He squeezed the bulging head of his unprotected penis inside Megan -- her first black cock and first uncircumcised one too.

Megan felt her labia stretch to admit the head of his cock "Oh, God -- please no. Take it out," she begged.

Tyrone slowly inserted more of his gigantic black serpent into Megan, the pressure causing her discomfort. She felt herself opening further to accommodate both his massive circumference and length. She only had a couple boyfriends and never had a penis this large before.

After a month without pussy and almost two weeks not jerking off, Megan's cunt felt like bliss to Tyrone: wet, silky and snug like a tight sleeve hugging his cock, milking it for cum. With a pussy this tight her fiancé's prick had to be tiny. Her legs helplessly floundered around Tyrone's waist as he penetrated deeper, black stilettos remaining on her dainty feet and the white panties still dangling from her left ankle.

Megan kept visualizing the white pre-cum drooling from Tyrone's monstrous cock when he had inserted it in her, the milky white slime now leaking inside her. She watched his cock, slick with her vaginal secretions, slowly withdraw almost all the way out, reverse direction, and slowly return into her a little further each time, more of it disappearing and his nappy, black bush getting closer to her own. His cock, almost as round as a soda can, tugged her lips along with it on each stroke, like it was pulling her inside out.

From behind Reggie supported Megan's back with one hand and used his other to push her elbows from under her. "Lay back," he coldly instructed. Tyrone maintained a slow, steady rhythm and began making tight circles around her clitoris with his thumb. "That's it," Reggie said as her green eyes nervously looked up into his. "Let Tyrone do his thing for a little while and it will be over soon."

How could this be happening? Less than three weeks before her wedding Megan was laying naked on her back at the edge of a desk with another man's incredibly large cock in her -- a black man -- who was not Larry. She hated Tyrone and Reggie for what they were doing. But as her body adapted to its new mate, the pressure and discomfort Megan had initially experienced gradually diminished, so did her anger and determination to fight. The thoughts of Larry that went through her brain became fleeting. Her eyes closed. She had forgotten what sex felt like without condoms. She could not recall Larry's penis ever feeling like this. Her body began appreciating Tyrone's huge, uncircumcised cock in spite of how much she despised him. It felt smoother and seemed to glide in her more comfortably than her fiancé's circumcised one; and it gave far more sensation due to its enormous size and friction.

Tyrone remembered Reggie's advice as he felt Megan cum for the first time -- her pussy squeezing his cock almost like an affectionate gesture rather than an involuntary, biological response, encouraging him to ejaculate in it -- and thought about his grandmother to postpone his own climax.

"No, please, ooh" Megan whimpered, addressing herself and her body's reaction to this horrible invasion as much as the culprit, Tyrone. But Tyrone knew he finally had her.

Sex with Larry never lasted this long. Megan felt a second wave of orgasms approaching and cursed herself. Something warm, smooth, and hard pushed against her lips. Her eyes opened. "It's time for the blow job you promised me," Reggie said with a smirk as Tyrone drove into her. As disgusting as all this was to her, she opened her mouth and sucked on the head of Reggie's chocolate colored cock, her petite hand wrapping around its shaft and jerking it. Reggie observed that her nipples had returned to erection and he began tweaking them.

Tyrone's balls were ready to explode. As he felt Megan cum for her third time, he groaned loudly, and with explosive force filled her pussy with his potent, Negro cum. Megan panicked, trying to tell him not to cum in her, to take it out. But Reggie's cock remained in her mouth and she only managed to moan. Reaching down with both hands she pushed at Tyrone's stomach just above his pubis, an unsuccessful attempt to make him withdraw and stop the torrent he was releasing in her.

When Tyrone finally removed his cock from Megan, his jism leaked from her open gash down the crack in her ass. He pulled back his foreskin and messaged her swollen clitoris and pussy lips with the head of his penis.

After several minutes of messaging Megan's clitoris with his cock, Tyrone backed away from her. Reggie turned her on her side facing him, in better position to finish sucking his cock. Her tiny, white hands ran up and down his long, thick, black shaft frantically trying to get Reggie off and get this nightmare over with. Her small engagement ring was a real turn on for Reggie as he watched her stroke him with it on her finger.

Reggie grabbed Megan's head and pulled her face into him. She felt his kinky pubic hairs scrape her lips. "Swallow it," he grunted, as she gaged on several mouthfuls of cum.

In the time it took Megan to swallow all Reggie's cum, Tyrone achieved a second erection and jerked her back to the edge of the desk. "What are you doing? No!" she yelled with the taste of Reggie's semen still fresh in her mouth. She tried to sit up, but Reggie held her down. "Lay down, Megan! Tyrone isn't finished yet."

"No, I already had sex with both of you. I want to go home now." She bucked trying to avoid having Tyrone's massive horse cock inside her a second time as he held her hips and tried re-entering her.

"Do you want home to be prison for the next five years?" Reggie reminded Megan as he pinned her shoulders to the desk top, helping Tyrone hold her down. She struggled against Reggie's massive muscles, their solid weight pushing her down onto the wood's unyielding surface, but felt Tyrone's smooth, uncircumcised horse cock tightly slithering back inside her anyway. It wasn't as much pressure or discomfort as the first time he entered her.

"Ooh, God, no," Megan exclaimed as a slow, steady rhythm that seduced her before resumed along with those tight, irresistible circles around her clit Tyrone made with his thumb.

"It's only 4:30 right now," Reggie chuckled letting go of Megan and pointing to his watch. "But I think you may be staying overtime tonight," he continued with a nauseating smile, his eyes landing on an embarrassing clit boner Tyrone's thumb mercilessly encouraged and exacerbated in Megan.

"I can't -- no, stop it. Larry's expecting me. He will come looking for me," Megan tried threatening.

Reggie laughed dryly. Tyrone continued unfazed by Megan's warning, the fence locked and the dogs guarding the premises against unwanted intruders. Poor Megan held no inkling how hollow her protests rang -- didn't fully grasp the checkmate her assailants had carefully planned for two weeks and put her in.

*******

Reggie leaned back in Leroy's chair with an unlit cigar in his mouth watching the two young lovers go at it now for their third time that evening. He felt a perverse sense of satisfaction over the budding relationship he had arranged, noticing that even though Megan had pleaded and squawked, her legs reluctantly locked around Tyrone's ass. She had begun to recognize his "extra talent", her hands gliding up Tyrone's back, almost embracing him. She certainly wasn't fighting him anymore. In fact the two were heavily breathing and somehow the French kissing Tyrone initially forced on Megan no longer appeared coerced, the two moaning into each other's mouths, their sex filling the room with wet, gushy sounds.

Reggie glanced at his watch: it was already 6:15 p.m. and Megan was indeed working overtime tonight just as he had predicted earlier to her dismay. He had taken the liberty of going through her purse while the two lovebirds were in throes of passion and silencing her phone so they wouldn't be distracted by Larry's calls. In fact lover boy Larry never showed up as Megan had fallaciously threatened, which was unfortunate for her. She unwillingly spent quality time with Tyrone instead, getting well acquainted with him. Reggie heard Megan cry out in a high pitch as she came again. How many times was this for her -- 10, 11? He had lost count. What stamina! Tyrone certainly proved that he knew how to deliver himself and could last extra-long.

Finally Tyrone collapsed on top of Megan after his third orgasm. She found herself embracing his hard muscular body against her own. She released her grip on him, unlocked her legs, and ended their kiss. This was all so vulgar and wrong. Her arousal quickly returned to revulsion. He had ejaculated in her again. Even though Tyrone claimed he was sterile, having his filthy cum inside her disgusted Megan. She felt his huge cock in her deflating like a leaking balloon. She turned her head to the side and saw Reggie, reclining in Leroy's tattered leather chair, staring at them, the unlit cigar still in his mouth. She pushed Tyrone off her and sat up, then slid from the desk. She picked up the panties that somehow had finally come off her ankle and slid them on. Reggie and Tyrone both saw a wet spot forming on them before she put her skirt back on.

Tension filled the room as Megan dressed. She glanced Tyrone's way searching for her blouse and saw his well-defined pecks, ripped abs, and the huge, black, horse cock that had been inside her, uncircumcised and strange looking to her, flaccidly hanging in front of him, dripping with their fluids. She quickly diverted her gaze from the revolting sight.

"Would you like your pay?" Reggie finally asked.

"Yes," Megan coldly answered, her limpid green eyes glaring with hatred.

Reggie handed Megan another white envelope containing the rest of her pay minus the cash advance from the previous week, $200. "We didn't take any out this week for the repairs. You can start making those payments next week," he said magnanimously.

"There won't be a next week," she sneered grabbing her purse. "I won't be back." She stormed from the office and made it out the front door. Outside, Demon and Savage charged her way showing their sharp, white teeth, the metal spikes of their collars catching the orange rays from a setting sun. Megan had no choice but to return inside the building.

"I'm glad to see you decided to come back," Reggie remarked greeting her in the waiting area, the cigar in his mouth now lit, smoke rising from its tip. Leroy stood with him, wearing his semi-toothless grin that now sickened her. Tyrone was still dressing in Leroy's office. Megan felt a small bit of relief that she didn't have to confront Tyrone as well as Reggie after what had just occurred between the three of them.

"Can you call off your hounds so I can leave?" she impatiently asked.

The tip of Reggie's cigar glowed red as he inhaled. "You better think long and hard about not coming back on Monday," he spoke. "Not only will you end up in prison, but there's still the little matter of the money you owe Leroy here for the repairs to your car. He'll put a mechanic's lien on your Civic if you don't make a payment Friday. Your car will be impounded. And then there's the little matter of the damage you did to my rear bumper that you're liable for if Leroy decides to turn you in. I believe you told us your insurance had been cancelled?" The gold and white smile returned to Reggie's face, "The estimate for that was $3,600. Larry will be getting quite the deal marrying you: huge debt and a prison wife. Think about it this weekend. Hopefully, Leroy will see you Monday morning."

****CHAPTER 9******

On her way home, Megan glanced at her phone noticing four missed calls from Larry. Someone had turned her phone on silent. Her mind raced, this time trying to construct a story to tell her fiancé. The truth was out of the question. How could she ever tell anyone what had occurred with Tyrone and Reggie? About how stupid she had been? But why was she late and why hadn't she answered or returned Larry's calls sooner? The late part was easy: she could say she was detained in traffic. Then it dawned on Megan: She was detained in traffic and realized she forgot her phone at work and had had to return there to get it. That's what she would tell Larry. She called Larry back apologetically with her explanation, and told him she was on the way home.

While Megan drove home, the three black men involved with her assault remained at Leroy's Garage and met in Leroy's office. Leroy plopped in his old, leather chair. A rather large, milky puddle of semen mixed with Megan's vaginal fluid -- a souvenir of the young, interracial couple's fledgling passion -- remained in front of him on his desk. He ran his fingers through it and then rubbed the slippery liquid between them. With his semi-toothless grin he looked at Tyrone and said, "Very impressive. You owe us $150, stud." Leroy then turned to Reggie, "That was a great show, but what's our encore? Do you think she will really be back?"

Reggie took the half smoked cigar out from the corner of his mouth and let the long ash at its tip fall to the floor. With the cigar between his fingers, he sat in the wooden chair across from Leroy and began stroking his chin pondering their situation and the possible scenarios that might play out. "There's a fifty-fifty chance she will be back on Monday. If she doesn't come back, we need to call her bluff and go take her car."

"Wait a minute," Leroy interjected, "legally a mechanic's lien is only good while we have possession of the vehicle. We're not like a bank and don't have title to the property to repossess it like that."

"Yea, but she doesn't know that. Besides, she was involved in a felony hit and run accident. Do you really think she will want to get the police involved?" Reggie's gold and white smile appeared. "Is she going to want her fiancé to know about how she fucked a black man to fix her car?"

The three men chuckled, and Reggie addressed Tyrone, "How was she?"

"She was incredible, man. The best fuck I've ever had. Her pussy felt so good around my cock. I could feel it squeezing me when she came. She is so beautiful. I think she really got into it for a little while."

"You got to keep nailing her," Reggie replied. "You can't let up. Bang her every day. That was good what you told her about having a vasectomy. Don't let her know the truth now. Megan is a stunning white chick used to getting her way with men. When she comes back she won't be very 'cooperative'. You're going to need help until she gets used to being with you."

"Used to being with me?" Tyrone questioned.

"Yea, getting fucked by you; going for long, frequent rides on that big dong of yours," Reggie joked. "You want to keep fucking her, don't you? She has already had your cock several times today, so the hardest part is over. Now it's just a question of continuing what we started."

"That's great; I'd love to nail her every day, but there's one problem: I can't afford $50 a pop."

"Well what can you afford?" Leroy interjected agitatedly.

Tyrone thought for a moment and then answered, "Fifty-dollars a day, and when we're not busy I get to fuck her as much as I want."

Leroy's bottom lip stuck out as he thought about it for a minute. "I'll tell you what, you get your work done quicker, stop taking so many breaks, and I'll go with that. Otherwise the deal is off."

Leroy's offer suited Tyrone. With Megan to fuck he would no longer needed frequent breaks with pornographic magazines.

Leroy then asked Reggie, "How long you think it'll take to get her 'used' to having sex with the kid as you put it?"

Reggie thought back on similar girls he had recruited for prostitution many years ago. This was a different situation. They had abducted the girls back then and used drugs on them. It was a fun transition to watch. "Don't know," Reggie answered. "Every girl is different. They have different personalities and weaknesses. Some are stronger than others."

"Well make yourself available then because I'm too old for this kind of shit? I'll watch," Leroy snapped.

*******CHAPTER 10*********

Megan arrived home and fell into Larry's arms like she did countless times before. He gave her the usual great, big kiss they always greeted each other with, but it felt uncomfortable to her this time. Reggie's cock and Tyrone's tongue had recently been in her mouth and now she shared them with Larry.

"Are you ready for our big night out?" Larry asked excitedly.

Megan nodded with a forced smile.

"Well let's go or we'll miss our reservation."

"Honey, I just got home. Let me take a shower and change first." Megan felt dirty after three hours of sex with Tyrone -- the longest she had ever spent with a man. She could still feel his slimy, foul cum inside her, on her panties and in her pubic hair starting to dry. She didn't want any part of Tyrone near her. She wanted to wash him away from her body and out of her mind.

"Come on, sweat heart, you've been looking forward to this for two weeks. You can take a shower and change when we get back. The shower will still be here."

Megan was at a loss for words. What could she tell Larry? That she had been with two black guys the past three hours, fucked one and sucked the other's cock, and now needed to wash up? She forced another smile. "Okay, but I've got to use the bathroom first."

Megan went to the bathroom, took some toilette paper, and tried to wipe as much of Tyrone's cum away as possible. Much of it had already dried, leaving a crusty residue. She flushed the toilette paper evidence and pulled her panties back up, still a little wet and stained with drying semen. They were an expensive pair of bikini briefs that matched her bra. She would have to wait until later to take them off and wash them when Larry wasn't around.

*********

Larry watched Megan, lacking her usual appetite, pick at the food on her plate. Rigano's was her favorite restaurant -- she always loved their vegetarian baked ziti in wine marinara sauce, but tonight she barely ate any of it. They sat across from one another at a little round table with a white table cloth, a candle flickering in the center between them, her green eyes luminous like a cat's even in candlelight. Megan rarely drank, but tonight she gulped down her second glass of pinot noir in an hour. She couldn't wash Tyrone's cum out of her, but she could try to drown her memory of him in alcohol.

"Is everything okay?" Larry asked. "You've hardly touched a thing on your plate. What's wrong?"

"I'm fine. I'm just not real hungry tonight."

The alcohol made things a little better. Megan had given thought to what Reggie said and to her situation. At least Tyrone had a vasectomy and she didn't need to worry about getting pregnant by him. She would have to find a way to pay Leroy back quicker. She could not keep working there. The sooner she paid Leroy, the sooner she could put the whole ordeal behind her and get on with her life.

"How was work today?"

Megan looked at Larry as if suddenly woken from a trance. Her green eyes then darted around the room and landed on a nearby server -- a tall, lanky, middle-aged man who was Caucasian and walked lightly like a woman. Megan guessed he was probably gay. Why couldn't she have had her car accident with him? "Waiter, one more pinot noir -- please," she asked holding up her glass.

Work was the last thing she wanted to discuss, but Larry waited for her response.

"Well?"

"Fine, work was fine today. We weren't busy. It was boring," she quickly answered with a hint of agitation.

After her third glass of pinot noir, Megan felt much better.

*****CHAPTER 11*****

Megan could not believe she actually had to keep coming back to this horrible place. She didn't want to be here, but she didn't have a choice. When Larry was at work, Leroy and Reggie had come to the house with Leroy's tow truck to take her Civic. Reggie threatened to turn her in to the police and say she had sex with Tyrone in exchange for fixing her car and keeping quiet about it.

She had only answered the phone three times today and it became obvious why Leroy had really hired her. The dusty clock behind the counter read three o'clock and she knew what that meant. What she had prayed was a one-time occurrence with Tyrone had turned into daily ritual. This black guy seemed to never tire of her and wanted to fuck incessantly.

Reggie arrived at his usual time and met Tyrone out in the garage. "You ready to give your girlfriend more loving today?" he asked, his gold and white smile appearing. Tyrone finished all his work and was ready to go at it with Megan the rest of the day.

Reggie and Tyrone came inside. Reggie walked up to Megan. "Come with me to Leroy's office now," he callously told her.

Megan gave him a dirty look. "I don't want to do that with him anymore."

"Come on," Reggie impatiently said, tightly grabbing Megan's arm and jerking her to Leroy's office.

"Hey, let me go," Megan protested, but her resistance diminished a little more each time Reggie forced her back there, her fight always ending in defeat, the sex with Tyrone becoming less foreign to her.

"You always end up enjoying this so why the big production?" Reggie shoved her in the room and shut the door behind them. Tyrone was naked already waiting for her, his uncircumcised horse cock fully erect. "Now get your goddamn clothes off and start fucking him or I'll rip them off you," Reggie threatened, taking a seat in Leroy's chair.

With her head down, Megan lugubriously unbuttoned her blouse and removed her skirt, a broken woman. She hesitated before unclasping her bra and letting it fall from her shoulders. She stood topless wearing only her small, gold crucifix and panties. Tyrone came up to her and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.

"Does this feel good?" he asked.

"Please, Tyrone, I don't want to do this again. I'm getting married in a week." She felt his big, warm, heavy cock pressing against her stomach as he began hugging her. Soon it would be inside her. She wished she could get him to wear rubbers. Strangely, a thin membrane would have provided Megan some comfort knowing a barrier existed between them preventing the unwanted intimacy of complete contact with Tyrone. "Can't you at least use a condom?" she asked as she had previously.

Tyrone gave her the same tired answer he had given before: "It's okay, baby. Absolutely nothing can happen. I've had that all taken care of for you, remember?"

But this wasn't okay like Tyrone claimed. Megan never slept around, had multiple partners, or engaged in casual sex. With someone she cared for deeply, intercourse first required a long courtship. Pregnancy wasn't her only reason for wanting Tyrone to wear condoms. She had always insisted her partners use them, even when she took birth control pills, Larry briefly the only exception after their engagement. Sex without barrier protection was dirty, too intimate, and unsafe for reasons other than just pregnancy -- even with someone she really loved and knew very well, unless that person was her future husband.

What came next from Tyrone's lips sickened Megan: "I want you to feel me, not some piece of rubber; and I need to feel you. We need to feel each other to be together. We're just having fun your fiancé will never know about," he said guiding her over to Leroy's desk.

Deep down Megan knew her words were futile, but she tried reasoning with Tyrone anyway. "This isn't fun to me, Tyrone, and I don't want to 'feel' you and be together. I'm not your girlfriend. I'm marrying someone else. Why do you keep letting Reggie make me do this with you?"

"Bend over," Tyrone instructed ignoring her argument, his strong hand landing on her back and shoving her face down on to the desk. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her briefs and pulled them down her slender legs as she stood bent over, her small, gold crucifix resting on the wood's cold, hard surface. Tyrone rubbed his hand up and down between her butt cheeks, touching her asshole, and then probed her pussy with his fingers.

"Don't," she whined. But she had become wet for him already.

Megan felt Tyrone's warm, hard cock weightily resting on the side of her ass while he fingered her. She dreaded the huge, black, horse cock inside her again. This wasn't right. It was repulsive. It made her feel dirty and she avoided sex with her fiancé as much as possible because of it.

Tyrone slid his black serpent between Megan's ass cheeks and into her receptive pussy. She felt warm, and wet, and silky and tight, and like paradise. He always delivered himself to her slowly, waiting until she was ready before giving her his entire length.

"No, ooh, ooh, ooh, take it out," Megan moaned in sync with his thrusts. More of him entered and occupied her, like a triumphant invader going deeper into her defeated territory, until his bareback cock was fully inside her again, sliding against her intimate and sensitive folds, nothing between their special places as they shared the feeling of each other -- something she didn't want to do with him and missed with Larry who was still using condoms. But Larry and she decided together to wait until after their wedding to have children. It was a horrible situation, Tyrone taking her like this, and worse, with more intimacy than she shared with her own fiancé. But unlike Larry, Tyrone absolutely refused to use rubbers with her. At least Tyrone had a vasectomy and could not get her pregnant, or so Megan believed. Larry could still have children. Not that Tyrone's vasectomy made any of this better.

Megan closed her eyes as Tyrone banged into her. Once inside her, something about Tyrone's cock changed her outlook, like some addictive drug. Was it his huge size making constant contact with her most sensitive places? Was it his foreskin that produced smoother, gentler sex and extra moisture? Was it his perfect technique? Was it because she started to find him and his big black muscles actually attractive? Or was it the combination of all these things? When he was inside her, she became his.

Reggie could see the forced pairings with Tyrone were having their impact on Megan, making her more complacent and accepting of Tyrone as a sexual partner. Getting Megan to fuck him became like priming a water pump -- once Tyrone got started, she continued flowing for him. Now that the two lovebirds were joined, he could leave them to their own devices for the afternoon. Tomorrow he would return for the same thing, but with Megan slightly easier to prime. Before leaving them, Reggie quietly went into Megan's purse and again switched her phone to silent.

Her arms pulled him to her as they French kissed. "Ooh, ooh, Tyrone, please, don't," Megan cried now in mercenary position on Leroy's oak desk, her legs locked around his ass again. She was cumming and she could tell from the expression on Tyrone's face he was about to orgasm too. "Don't cum in me this time, please," she said between heavy breaths. "Take it out." Even though he had a vasectomy, Megan felt sickened by the thought of his jism in her. But Tyrone, as usual, ignored Megan's requests, resumed French kissing her, and for the third time that afternoon, filled her with another batch of his secret, baby making sauce.

"You came in me again, Tyrone," Megan complained as she caught her breath.

"I'm sorry, baby, you just feel too good and I can't help myself," Tyrone answered. He saw the disgusted, worried look on Megan's face and added with a comforting smile, "Don't worry about it. I can't make you pregnant."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, baby. I wouldn't lie about something like that. I care about you." He gently nibbled her ear, making Megan's entire body tingle. She felt his cock twitch in her again, releasing a few residual rounds of semen from his lingering erection. Tyrone thought about all the virile sperm he had ejaculated in her over the past weeks and the very high probability of actually impregnating her with his black offspring. He had been fucking her multiple times almost daily and it didn't sound like she had started any type of birth control.

Megan fished the phone from her purse as Tyrone lay on top of her. "Shit, I'm late again," she said observing the time and another missed call from Larry.

******CHAPTER 12********

Megan returned to work Mrs. Larry Donovin, a wedding band now accompanying her engagement ring. She came back reluctantly. Things had become way too hot and heavy with Tyrone before she had left on her honeymoon. He had been fucking her three times a day; and to Megan's chagrin, frequent sex with Tyrone and his enormous horse cock had started to grow on her like an addictive drug.

Her first day back and Reggie arrived at 11:00 am, four hours earlier than usual. "Let's go to Leroy's office," he said emotionlessly.

"No, Reggie, I'm married now and that's not happening anymore," Megan forcefully replied. Two weeks away from them had renewed her strength and restored some of her former self-confidence.

"I don't give a shit if you're married or not. You're going to fuck Tyrone or you're going to prison. Do you want Larry to learn about the affair you had with Tyrone to fix your car and keep quiet about it?" Reggie watched defiance in Megan's eyes change to fear. "Now, let's go."

Reggie's hand digging into her arm hurt Megan as he ushered her back to Leroy's office again. She stumbled keeping up with his hurried pace. She was married now and hoped things would change. She wanted to run away from this. But she knew Reggie would have her sent to prison if she refused. Megan still owed Leroy $2400, which would take 12 more weeks to pay off. She had the days marked on a calendar in red ink -- twelve more weeks in Hell.

"Don't tell me you forgot our routine during your honeymoon," Reggie said shoving her into the room and closing the door. Megan underwent what can only be described as a sudden relapse to submissiveness, back to the way she had become with Tyrone just before leaving on her honeymoon. She slowly undressed, got up on Leroy's desk, and allowed Tyrone to spread her legs.

Megan looked down at the enormity of Tyrone's unprotected penis as he pressed it against her pink opening that somehow would manage to accommodate the thick, black shaft again. She had forgotten how large Tyrone actually was compared to Larry. Even Tyrone's hefty testicles dwarfed Larry's.

Fortunately, Tyrone had had a vasectomy so she didn't have to worry about the copious sperm his gargantuan balls would otherwise produce, Megan thought. But Tyrone still ejaculated ridiculously huge amounts when he came and Megan could see how he had easily impregnated girls at one time. She could feel his warm jism filling her when he climaxed, something she never experienced with Larry. On a few occasions Tyrone withdrew, hosing her with his white, sticky cum and then ignoring her protests messaging her with it, spreading it over her nipples, into her belly button -- all over her.

In back of Megan's mind she wondered why with a vasectomy Tyrone's ejaculate appeared in every facet identical to Larry's semen, just more abundant. It even smelled and tasted similar -- Tyrone once placing his cum covered fingers in her mouth and making her suck them clean. It didn't make sense to her, but she had read somewhere that a vasectomy didn't produce a noticeable change in a man's ejaculate.

"Please, Tyrone, I'm married now. I can't do this with you anymore," Megan pleaded. "It just isn't right." Absent was Megan's request for Tyrone to use rubbers, which had gradually ceased with his consistently stubborn refusals. The enhanced intimacy with him became a nasty practice they forced on her until she finally developed a penchant for it. Tyrone's claims of having a vasectomy and assurances that latex protection was unnecessary and undesirable took hold. They simply got her physically accustomed to the incredibly erotic feeling of his cock without any type of barrier -- to his genitals touching hers, nothing separating them. But Megan would never admit to this horrible, disgusting craving they created in her for Tyrone.

"Oh, it's very right, baby. It's perfect," Tyrone answered placing his hand on the center of Megan's chest and pushing her back. "We won't let Larry ever know about this as long as you cooperate -- right Reggie?" Reggie nodded and Megan's eyes closed. Reggie heard her gasp when Tyrone entered her. Tyrone had forgotten how snug and silky her pussy felt to his cock. "Ooh," she exclaimed as Tyrone's super-sized penis returned inside her for the first time in two weeks since her honeymoon.

"That's it, baby, you see how good it feels?" Tyrone asked as she lay on her back subtly rocking to a fro from his gentle thrusts. They were joined again.

"Uh-huh," Megan moaned in reply, like a former heroin addict getting a fix after a long abstinence. Her head turned to the side; she bit her fist and arched her back. The girth of his cock put pressure and friction against the walls of her pussy packed with touch sensitive nerves. As his shaft travelled in and out, it pulled her inner lips with it making her clitoral hood slide up and down. It felt insanely pleasurable to Megan and nothing like sex with her husband. Larry rarely gave her an orgasm when they made love, his small penis unable to produce sensations remotely as intense as Tyrone's cock.

Tyrone gradually banged into her with greater force, her body jerking back and forth beneath him transmitting an echo of his movements. They started fucking in earnest and Reggie quietly left them in the office, knowing the pacific affect Tyrone's cock had in Megan. There simply would be no further resistance from her, the pump was now primed and working again.

Reggie and Leroy sat in the waiting area shooting the shit, Reggie lighting his cigar, while the two young lovers went at it in Leroy's office. Since it was a slow day anyway, and poor Tyrone had gone without sex the entire two weeks Megan had left for her honeymoon, Leroy thought it would be a nice gesture to give the kid some extra time with Megan today.

"You won't need me around here as much soon," Reggie said. "I think Megan is starting to like being with Tyrone. Give her three more weeks, max, and she'll probably willingly go to your office with him every chance she gets."

Demon and Savage chained outside suddenly started barking. "Sounds like somebody's out there," Leroy remarked. Reggie puffed on his cigar when a young, white man walked in the front door.

"May I help you," Leroy asked.

"Hi, I'm Larry, Megan's husband. I just stopped by to see her for lunch."

Reggie drew deeply on his cigar to avoid cracking up. Leroy didn't find it as amusing. Thinking quickly, Leroy answered, "Oh, she is in the back helping out with some inventory." He turned to Reggie, giving him his semi-toothless grin, "Would you go get Megan?"

"Sure thing," Reggie said jumping up and heading down the hall, his cigar hanging out the corner of his mouth.

Reggie quietly entered Leroy's office greeted by the heavy breathing, wet gushy sounds, and passionate groans of two people becoming one. Tyrone was humping away at Megan. The two deeply kissing looked like they were tangled in a black and white knot, arms and legs around each other. He could tell from her high pitched moans Megan was cumming on Tyrone's cock. The two had been fucking for about an hour and Reggie wondered how many times she had cum already for Tyrone. "You missed his big, black cock on your honeymoon didn't you?" Reggie asked.

Megan opened her luminous green eyes and stared dreamily at Reggie. "Ooh," she sighed closing them again and arching her back as Tyrone's cock continued to open her up.

Reggie sat down and waited for Tyrone to blow his load in her.

Tyrone had missed Megan terribly. The pace of his thrusts into her accelerated, the culmination of 16 long days without sex about to erupt from his oversized, sperm filled testicles like a volcano inside her.

"Ooh, don't, you're making me cum again, Tyrone, no," Megan cried out, her fingernails digging into his back. It felt so good, but cumming for him was so wrong.

Tyrone released a loud groan Reggie was certain could be heard from where Larry waited. His hips slowed, and then stopped moving. Megan's hands lightly stroked up and down his big, muscular back as she caught her breath. "You said you wouldn't cum in me this time," Megan complained, reality setting in, and the drug-like effects of his cock wearing off in her along with his erection.

"You guys may want to hurry things up because your husband is outside waiting to see you for lunch," Reggie announced.

Megan's eyes widened. She pushed Tyrone off her; and with his cum still leaking from her pussy threw on her clothes.

"Leroy told him you were helping with inventory," Reggie added as Megan opened the door.

********CHAPTER 13***************

Larry looked at his wife and wondered what great artist combined the limpid, green of her eyes, the shiny, rust color of her hair, and smooth textures of her white, unblemished skin to make this masterpiece. It didn't seem possible that such beauty could randomly happen. He didn't know how he got so lucky with a girl like her. "Were you surprised I came to visit you for lunch?" Larry asked.

Megan fidgeted in the seat for a moment straightening her skirt and didn't respond to Larry's question at first, her mind seemingly preoccupied with something else. They sat in the corner booth of a small, family restaurant near Leroy's Garage, the only white couple in the establishment.

She felt Tyrone's cum leaking from her pussy and making her panties slimy and wet. From two weeks of abstinence he left more in her this time than his usually large amount.

"Honey, did I surprise you?" Larry repeated.

"I'm sorry, yes, you did. I wasn't expecting you. What's the occasion?" Megan responded.

"Nothing, I don't have to be back to work until tomorrow, so I thought I would come see you for lunch," Larry replied, unaware that his wife had acquiesced weeks ago to allowing another man's much larger cock in her pussy; that while at work, Megan's vagina had been receiving millions of sperm from this black man multiple times daily; that when she had come home each night and kissed Larry, her mouth contained this black man's saliva -- sometimes his semen; that beneath the clothes Megan had worn home, the black man's ejaculate had sometimes been messaged over her tummy and breasts, had dried and coated her tight little body as Larry hugged her; that when Larry had held Megan in his arms -- and even as he sat in the restaurant with her now -- her pussy contained Tyrone's sperm swimming in it and not his.

A theft so subtle, even Megan didn't realize it was happening: the physical relationship she was forced into having with Tyrone had started developing into something insidiously more -- something she had never sought, something she had faithfully avoided until being blackmailed and coerced. It was unfair. Megan and Larry had been a perfect match for each other. But Reggie and Tyrone robbed the pleasure of intimacy with Larry from Megan. Her sexual desire for Larry diminished the more she was forced to be with Tyrone. With Reggie's help, Tyrone not only took Megan's body, he slowly stole the psychological emotions that inextricably accompany intimate physical pleasure in a long-term relationship. Every time she had intercourse with Tyrone, he came closer to being a lover, while her romance with Larry deteriorated, sex with him becoming infrequent and boring. Yet Larry remained clueless to his wife's affair.

Megan was looking around the restaurant for the restroom as Larry spoke. "That's very sweet of you, honey. I'm glad you did," she answered distantly. A server finally came to their table with menus and water. "Where's your restroom?" Megan asked.

"Down that hall on your left, dear," the overweight black woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties directed her.

"Excuse me, Larry, I have to go. I'll be right back," Megan said.

She seemed distracted today, Larry thought, as Megan slid from their booth, her mind probably still on something with the inventory she was doing at work. He looked over the menu and sipped his water while Megan entered a stall in the ladies' room and pulled down her panties. They were saturated with Tyrone's semen again. Another pair of briefs would need to be kept out of Larry's sight. But she wasn't about to go commando the rest of the day with a skirt on. She cleaned up the best she could. It still felt slimy and wet when she slid the undergarment back on, and cold now too even though she had tried wiping all of Tyrone's ejaculate off. She washed up and returned to Larry.

When they finished eating, Larry drove Megan back to work. They passed through the gate, the chain-link fence topped with coils of barbed wire surrounding the property. "They have this place protected like a fortress," Larry remarked.

Or like a prison, a sex prison, Megan thought. To Megan's chagrin, Reggie's car was still there. Larry parked next to it to drop her off. She looked at him a moment then leaned over and gave him a great big hug, tighter than usual. "I love you so much," she said eyes squinting, holding back tears. He was so good to her and had no idea what she did with Tyrone -- what she would have to do with Tyrone again once he left her there. Megan wished she could run away with Larry, away from Leroy, and Reggie, and Tyrone and this awful place.

"Did you have a nice lunch with your husband?" Reggie sarcastically asked when she came back in. He still sat in the waiting area with Leroy, the cigar in his mouth now down to a stub. Leroy gave her his loathsome, semi-toothless grin.

Megan said nothing, shooting Reggie a despising look instead.

"Your boyfriend is back there in Leroy's office waiting for you," Reggie continued. "He has another painful boner he needs your help with."

Megan didn't find Reggie's comment humorous. She stood defiantly in place, staring at him, wanting to tell both Reggie and Leroy to go fuck themselves.

"Get in there goddamn it! You better be fucking him by the time I finish this cigar or I'll beat the crap out of you. Now move it," Reggie snapped.

Megan turned and slowly headed toward Leroy's office. She didn't think Reggie would really hit her, but he would have her sent to prison for the hit and run and tell Larry about her affair with Tyrone -- the affair Reggie had forced her into having.

Megan had already told too many lies and maintained them for too long -- no one would believe the sex with Tyrone was nonconsensual at this point. She even had her own doubts now. It felt so good. In fact the more Tyrone fucked her, the more confused she became about her feelings for him. She loved Larry, but the physical intimacy she had been forced into having with Tyrone began to evolve into an emotional bond she couldn't understand.

It was only 1:30 in the afternoon according to the dusty, Roman numeral clock hanging on the wall -- four hours left. Tyrone would go at it with her the rest of the day, maybe longer. Hard as she tried not to, she would soon be embracing him tighter than she had embraced Larry moments ago.

******CHAPTER 13********

Her debt almost paid, Megan had worked with them nearly four months, the first two of which she had been forced into having sex with Tyrone practically daily. After that, as Reggie had predicted, she began to accompany Tyrone to Leroy's office more willingly without Reggie needing to force her.

Tyrone was lying on Leroy's desk on his back. Somehow Megan acquired a fondness for performing oral sex on him. It gave her a sense of power pleasuring his large penis like this. Fellatio and cunnilingus had become a regular part of their relationship as their intimacy evolved.

Megan stopped sucking his cock, climbed on top of him, and slowly took his entire length inside her. It was better this way -- she could control how much stimulation she received and sometimes she could tell when he was going to cum and dismount to swallow his ejaculate. Its taste had grown on her after a couple of months. She ran her hands over Tyrone's hard stomach, up to his burly pecs. Tyrone noticed how her previously flat belly began sticking out ever so slightly. She laid flat on top of him, her breasts a little heavier and swollen. Subtle changes her husband had not yet even observed Tyrone saw first stealing so much of her intimacy from him. Up and down her pussy moved, as if trying to swallow a big, black sausage whole, then regurgitating it un-chewed, coated with silky spit. "Oh, you feel so good in me," Megan cooed. He grabbed her firm ass with one hand and with his other, began to pull her face to his. "Let me know when you're going to cum," Megan briefly delayed, and then fell into the French kiss he was leading her toward.

Was this eight or nine? Megan lost count how many times she came as they kissed and moved into each other. Tyrone lasted longer than any guy she had ever been with, including Larry, not that she had been with many other men. She could feel his muscles getting tense. "I'm going to cum," Tyrone finally announced. She tried to dismount, but his strong, muscular hands grabbed her young, tight ass and pulled her further to him. "No, I'm going to cum in your pussy this time," he grunted.

A battle of conflicting emotions only vaguely persisted in Megan, preference for the intimacy of unprotected sex with Tyrone -- along with the transfer of his body fluid it entailed -- almost a complete victory as their relationship had progressed. She had not surrendered all guilt, however, and slight uneasiness with his semen in her pussy persisted. She was married after all, and even though she now had feelings for Tyrone, at times it still didn't seem completely right having another man's unsheathed cock in her, even though she often felt closer to Tyrone than Larry.

But as Tyrone pulled Megan into him, she lost the control she had gained from being on top during their sex, his cock rubbing just beneath the head of her clitoris, driving her to sexual frenzy and forcing her to climax again, with him, totally defeating the vestigial resistance within her; it made her want him to cum in her, want his big cock to stay inside her forever, to have his baby if it were possible. She abandoned efforts to decouple from him. "Ooh, okay baby, cum in my pussy," Megan replied grinding into him. His penis fired repeated volleys of what she didn't know was potent, Negro cum inside her.

Megan also didn't know that she was pregnant.

Megan lay on top of Tyrone recovering from their mind blowing sex, her small, gold crucifix hanging from her neck resting on his black, muscular chest. "What am I going to do with you? You keep doing that," she languidly complained coming to her senses, her cunt filled with his seed. Wearing her gold engagement ring and wedding band -- resplendent, yet empty symbols of a forgotten fidelity -- her hand admired his bulging, hard pecs as it caressingly explored them in a journey it kept repeating.

Two hours remained until time to go home, but now Megan found herself wanting to stay with Tyrone as long as possible. She slid down to his flaccid cock covered with both their fluids, lovingly took it in her mouth and sucked. His gorgeous, black penis quickly re-hardened, her lips barely fitting around its head. And then they fucked again.

Megan's belly and breasts had hinted to Tyrone new life was forming in her. She came to work on Friday and went to Leroy's office while Tyrone worked on a car in the garage. This was one of the few times she saw Leroy's desk being used for actual work rather than something for her to fuck on. "I'm pregnant, Leroy," Megan announced. Leroy looked up from the Oui magazine he was reading and gave her his semi-toothless grin. "That's wonderful news," he replied. "Sit down. I don't want our mother-to-be standing too long."

Megan took a seat in the antique oak chair across from his desk and continued. "I know I still owe you $400, but Larry wants me to stay home now. He's getting a promotion at work and I don't know what to tell him."

Leroy stuck his bottom lip out thinking a few moments, his dark beady eyes darting around the room. "Tell him, 'okay.' Stay home and get ready for your baby."

"Really?" Megan asked, the room-illuminating smile returning to her face for the first time since she started working there. "Thank you, Leroy."

She stood up to finally leave this prison forever, but paused at the doorway. The light from Megan's face diminished. Did she really want to leave now? Over the course of nearly four months Megan could not stop the physical intimacy she had been forced to share with Tyrone from spilling into her affections. Maybe that is why sex is called making love. During the many times they had intercourse and Megan climaxed for Tyrone, she had gradually fallen in love with him. She now found herself attracted to Tyrone, desiring him, growing wet at the thought of his beautiful, black cock. She could not resist throwing herself in Tyrone's arms if she saw him again, spending yet another afternoon on Leroy's desk performing oral sex on each other and fucking. She might even decide not to leave and then her marriage would be doomed. But she was having Larry's baby -- not Tyrone's. No, she had to save her marriage and end this now while able to. "Tell Tyrone goodbye for me," Megan added as she left.

*******EPILOGUE*******

It was a cool March afternoon when Megan returned to Leroy's Garage to apply for a job, her beautiful, boyish figure -- thin but with curves that captured stares of desire from both men and women, leaving no doubt about her gender -- back to the way it was before getting pregnant. "Excuse me," Megan said as she opened her bra and the big, black, baby boy she was holding stopped crying to nurse from her tit. "He just wants to feed constantly. Where's Tyrone?"

"Tyrone quit and moved away right after you left," Leroy answered. "Never said where he was going. I paid him cash every week like I did with you, so I don't know where he went or how to find him."

Leroy noticed disappointment overtake Megan's face. She wasn't wearing her wedding band or engagement ring anymore. "Let me introduce you to my new mechanic, Daryl," he said with his semi-toothless grin as a young, muscular black man came in from the garage.

Megan's expression suddenly changed for Daryl, her limpid green eyes sparkling as they quickly scanned his lean body and checked out a respectable bulge in front of his pants.

"Why don't you two get to know one another? I think you'll be working together often," Leroy said.

The End

[Brainmetal]

Defiled Young Housewife

By thecryptkeeper ©

Something about Reggie made Christy uncomfortable. She hoped the huge black man who towered 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 - the snooty, white bitch probably never associated with blacks before and thought them far 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, dirty blond 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.

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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 up and down. "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 the 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 wearing only a red silk thong with matching bra 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 consisting of – gentle feminine curves; genitals lacking hair or stubble because of laser treatments, almost appearing pre-pubescent except for a neatly trimmed patch 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."

"Noh," 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 this filthy pig. She replied with stony silence.

"Oh, ya will cum for me whether ya wants to or not," Reggie warned quickening his pace.

"No," 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, oh, oh - noh!" 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 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.

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"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 didn't 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 asked.

"I need to look for work. I would appreciate it if you didn't come in my room anymore," Christy said with a mixture of annoyance and fear.

"I'll come in your room anytime I want, bitch," Reggie said 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 said. In truth he was nowhere near an orgasm. Christy was merely getting his cock ready like a fluffer in porn.

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 Christy 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.

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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.

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Reggie asked if he could ride with them into town. 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 no where 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. 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... no... stop," 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, no," 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.

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. Could this revolting thing that had been unwelcomely put in her so many times be appealing to 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, or 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! Oh!" 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 a black man and not using condoms the more he forced her.

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.

"Oh, Reggie, I can't... no," 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 her.

"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 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.

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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.

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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. Ya gots enough on. Ya can sleep in those or nothing at all tonight."

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 in bed with him wearing a thong 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 tried convincing, 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 get faint masturbating her. He 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.

"Oh, no, 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.

"Oh, oh, oh," 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 a little 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.

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They didn'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 those. 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.

"Oh," 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, oh stop. Please, I can't... oh," 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.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" 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, "Oh... ah... nah," 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 the 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. Three weeks 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, oh," Christy moaned as her eyes rolled in their sockets. Her orgasms approached 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 Amarillo," 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 Broker 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.

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, uncovered 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 on 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, oh, stop," 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.

*************

Weeks passed. Dave became a very sound sleeper.

"Are you sure Dave won't wake up tonight?" Christy asked as Reggie prepared to enter her.

"We won't has to worry about him this evening, Baby," Reggie replied sinking in.

The sound of lovemaking – the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two souls lost in passion - grew louder. They left the bedroom door ajar as if no one else were in the house, their two shadowy figures moving in unison as moonlight flooded in through the window.

Reggie's time to be with her had arrived.

"Oh, oooh, yes, I want your cock in my pussy," she moaned.

Christy's dark blue eyes stared into Reggie's as they fucked. Continual intercourse with him gradually seduced her completely, the days of him coercing her becoming more distant.

"Oh, yes, your big black cock feels so good in me. Oh, I'm cumming for you, Reggie. Cum in me. I want your baby," Christy cried.

The End

[Brainmetal]

The New Parishioner

bythecryptkeeper©

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The incessant pummeling on the door stopped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"About four months."

"Where are you from?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her pelvis undulated briefly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No — take it out now."

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

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

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

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

She remembered he was not Bill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You need to leave now."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I see you looking at my cock, girl, but I don't think you understand the seriousness of our relationship," Reggie spit into her terrified eyes. "You should have thought about things before you came on to me last night — told me how lonely you were and how much you wanted me. We banged a bunch of times and you loved it. You came like crazy on my big black cock. That makes us fuck buddies. You don't get to abruptly end things with me now because you got what you wanted and feel like it. I'll decide when our little affair is over, and it won't be anytime soon. I think you're a stuck up white bitch that likes to tease black men and needs to get fucked by a nigger."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Delicately, he culled her clitoris.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, stop touching it," Melissa whimpered.

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

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

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

Reggie stopped masturbating Melissa and changed position.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Put on a condom then..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, don't."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, please don't."

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm gonna cum, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open your mouth."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*************

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, let me go!" Melissa yelped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

************************

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No — stop touching me."

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

"No, I don't want that anymore!"

Yes you do, girl. Quit your lying."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That feeling good, now baby? Let's see how hard we can make you cum."

"Ooh, don't — no."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No —"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, no...please."

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

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

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

"Ooh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*****************

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm married and I'm not your girlfriend."

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

"I need my clothes."

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

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

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

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

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

Reggie dictated the letter Melissa wrote:

"Dear Bill,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Melissa"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****************

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

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

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

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

Melissa glared at him without answering.

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

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

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

"You drugged me, you pig?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Happy?"

"Thank you."

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

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

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

"Melissa Morgan, is that you?"

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

"Melissa?"

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

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

"Hi Kelly, everything is fine."

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

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

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

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

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

Kelly's eyes widened for a second.

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

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

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

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

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

"Shit," Melissa sighed.

***************

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are we going?" she asked apprehensively.

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

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

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

Claustrophobic panic gripped Melissa.

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

"Just a little further."

"No, we might get stuck."

"We won't."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She also worried about getting pregnant.

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

Reggie's hand went to unbutton her jeans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shoved her toward the passenger door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her face contorted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing?"

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

She tried handing him a condom packet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll get on top now."

Reggie raised Melissa's thighs and spread them wide.

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

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

"What are you doing?"

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

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

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

"Take it out," she whispered unconvincingly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He softly fondled her clitoris.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sounded apologetic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ooh, God — no."

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you looking for?"

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

She panicked.

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

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

Reggie slipped his bareback cock into her pussy again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course I will, baby."

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

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

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

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

They began to fuck more passionately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Does it feel better like this, baby?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reggie now knew Melissa was his.

******************

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

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

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

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

"Are you ready for me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

************

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmmm, ah, uh-huh."

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

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

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

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

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

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

It replaced love with lust.

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

She climbed up and straddled him.

"Let me put it in here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

**********************

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Brainmetal]

The Informant


By thecryptkeeper ©

The fluorescent fixture on the ceiling above her head buzzed loudly, and sounded like a fly's futile efforts at escape against a closed window. The long tubes of light flickered, their ends darkened by age, and one of the bulbs burned dim orange rather than the bright white of its twin and of its own earlier days. Someone needed to replace the failing bulb to silence that annoying buzz, Alyssa thought.

Alyssa nervously waited in the dingy room, seated in an uncomfortable chair with her hands cuffed behind her back. Her mind raced. Were these handcuffs really necessary? Couldn't the police see she was a respectable member of society? How could Josh be so stupid and get them both in this horrible mess? She had warned him about this, but as usual, he did not listen. She was tired of having to mother him.

Alyssa loved her husband, Josh, so much and overlooked his many flaws. He was a talented high school science teacher at a prestigious private school, adored by his students and their parents alike. But Josh concealed a minor blemish to his otherwise flawless portrait of a perfect citizen. Josh liked smoking marijuana. With an academic background in botany, he also enjoyed applying his scientific knowledge to cultivating the illegal plant for his personal and recreational use.

While perfectly lawful to do in some states, Josh's activity was a felony punishable by up to 12 years prison where they presently lived. Josh had converted a small walk-in closet in their house into a grow room — the reason why they were both under arrest now, treated like common criminals, and why she was sitting here frightened and alone.

She wondered how the police found out. Did one of Josh's worthless pothead friends get busted and turn him in for a lighter sentence? Was it the helicopter she heard late one evening - interrupting her peaceful sleep with its blades tearing through the cool night air - equipped with a snooperscope that saw the heat on their roof from Josh's 1000 watt metal halide light? Maybe their electric consumption gave it away. What difference did it really matter now anyway? They were already in trouble.

"Wow, this one's a real looker," Detective Sanchez mumbled to her partner as she stared through the two-way mirror at the beautiful 24-year-old suspect she was about to interrogate.

"Yeah, they had eight plants growing hydroponically under a 1000 watt metal halide light. A small, but sophisticated and efficient operation," the gruff voice of Detective Earl Noyse replied. Only a few ounces of smokable bud seized, but in typical police fashion, roots, stems and even the medium the plants grew in were weighed, greatly inflating the amount and the charges.

The door opened.

Sanchez entered the interrogation room visually raking the gorgeous blond sitting at the old wooden table. The girl stared back at Sanchez with stunning blue eyes and silky blond hair that flowed past her shoulders in threads of gold as smooth as a sheet of water.

Alyssa watched the older, rather plain-looking woman walk toward her. Detective Sanchez wore her greying hair up in a tight bun and had what could be described as a slightly weathered, man-like appearance. She held a folder in her hand.

Sanchez slapped the folder down in front of Alyssa and dragged a wooden chair out from underneath the table. The heavy chair produced what sounded like a high-pitched growl as it reluctantly slid across the floor.

Sanchez sat in front of Alyssa, her face an expressionless mask. "Seems like you and Josh have been busy entrepreneurs. Possession, manufacture and distribution of a Schedule I drug carries a pretty stiff penalty."

"I already explained all this to that other detective — Detective Nose."

"Noyse," Sanchez interjected.

Alyssa rolled her eyes. "Whatever his name is — Josh only grows it for personal use. He only had eight plants. How does that amount to manufacture and distribution?"

"Listen, dearie, we confiscated over 15 pounds of weed from your house. Both you and Josh are looking at felony records and 12 years in prison unless you cooperate."

Alyssa's voice rose higher with indignation. "There's no way those four little plants equal 15 pounds. You can't charge us with that! I want to speak with an attorney."

Detective Sanchez was not going to tolerate Alyssa's uppity attitude. She needed to bring this young girl down a few notches.

Sanchez rose from her chair, her palms remaining flat on the table, her face now red and only inches from Alyssa as she leaned toward her and yelled, "Listen, sweetheart, you want to speak to an attorney? Fine! But then we're throwing the book at both of you. You can say good bye to each other and to your house, your car, all those nice things you and Josh have acquired. He'll never work as a teacher again. His career and your futures will be ruined. I'll see to it!"

Alyssa felt Detective Sanchez' hot breath and droplets of spit land on her cheeks as the angry detective shouted into her face.

Sanchez sat down, resumed a calm demeanor and continued as if her previous rant never occurred, "Or you can cooperate with us. All of this can go away and your husband, Josh, can continue teaching. Otherwise, you're both looking at lengthy prison time away from each other. It's your choice."

Tears began to run from Alyssa's eyes. "What do you mean, 'cooperate'? I don't even smoke marijuana, you can give me a drug test right now. I told Josh not to grow that stuff."

Alyssa spoke the truth. She very rarely used marijuana. It made her too paranoid and nervous, but Sanchez did not care and was buying anything Alyssa said. Much bigger fish swam in the ocean of scum and Alyssa looked like perfect bait to catch them.

"We have a big drug problem in this city. We know who distributes them, but we need to find sources, who else is involved. We want to bust Reggie Johnson, but first we need to find out who he gets his drugs from."

Alyssa sniffled, "Who's Reggie Johnson?"

Was this girl serious? Did she really not know about Reggie Johnson? Everyone on the street and part of the drug trade in this city knew about Reggie Johnson, the high-ranking gangster responsible for murders, heinous crimes and the area's rich supply of illicit drugs. Detective Sanchez was going to bring him down, and this hot young female was going to help her do it.

Alyssa's suburban life had sheltered her from the likes of Reggie Johnson. Her anonymity was perfect, and perhaps her ignorance was for the best too.

"Stand up for me," Sanchez barked.

"What?"

"Just do it and turn around."

Alyssa timidly rose from her chair, with her head down and shoulders hunched over in fear as she turned around.

"Stand straight!"

Alyssa's back straightened upon command. The baggy sweat pants she wore poorly concealed what could only be described as an incredibly tight and sexy ass from hours she had spent working out at the gym.

"You'll do just fine," Sanchez mumbled to herself as she studied the perfect curves of Alyssa's beautifully slender figure. She was exactly Reggie Johnson's type — young, white with perky c-cup tits and an hour glass figure; a gorgeous face with big blue eyes and silky blond hair.

*****************

They lived in a well-kept, modest sized home — the only house on a secluded street in an otherwise suburban area populated by soccer moms and dads who coached little league baseball on the weekends for their young children. The yard was neatly trimmed and heavily shaded by two large oaks that reached over the house like two giant hands seeking to shake with each other.

Alyssa stood in the living room. "I have to do it, Josh. I'm sorry, but it's the only way. If I don't do this for them, they'll send us both to jail. You'll lose your job, have a felony record and never teach again. Why didn't you just listen to me? I told you not to grow that stuff and to stop smoking it."

"Well where are you going?"

"I'm not sure."

"When will you be home?"

"I don't know."

"You're not sure; you don't know," Josh mimicked. "Well, what can you tell me?"

"Nothing — all they told me is they need me to find out about some guy named Ryan or something. I can't remember his name. I was so nervous."

"Oh that's just great. You don't know who this is, where you're going, what you'll be doing or when you'll be back." Josh sat in his chair, crossed his arms and pouted like an angry child. "You're not the five-o, Alyssa."

"I don't want to do it, Josh. But we don't have a choice."

A car horn honked for Alyssa from their driveway.

Alyssa wrapped her arms around her husband, gave him a big hug and kiss. "Please, Josh, I have to go now. I'll call as soon as I can."

Josh melted in her embrace and returned her hug, "I'm sorry Alyssa. You're right — this is all my fault. But I didn't mean to do this to us. The laws in this country are so fucked up. You know why they originally illegalized weed back in 1937?"

Alyssa shook her head.

"Because they argued that black men used it to seduce white women. Isn't that ridiculous?"

The horn honked again.

"Please be careful and call me as soon as you can."

Alyssa tore herself away from him. Josh followed her to the front door, where she grabbed her packed suitcase.

He stood at the doorway and unenthusiastically waved farewell as Alyssa entered an older Honda Accord that Detective Sanchez drove.

***************

A man and woman shouted curse words at each other from the neighboring unit while their baby cried, and the sound of distant sirens drifted through the air.

"I don't want to wear this stuff," Alyssa complained pulling down at the short, tightly-fitting mini skirt so it would cover more of her legs. "This is too short and I feel uncomfortable wearing a thong underneath it like this. Please let me put on something else."

"You're either going to do this and get the information I need, or I'll file those charges with the DA. What's it going to be? I'm getting tired of hearing you whine."

Alyssa did not like any of this. Sanchez made her share this disgusting rat infested apartment in a bad inner-city neighborhood with some crack whore, and now she made Alyssa wear this slutty outfit. "Aren't you going to give me a wire or something?"

"You're an informant, not an undercover cop. Reggie Johnson will likely check you for a bug anyway. That's if you ever get near him. We can't risk him finding out that you're working for us."

"But it's been three days already. Please, I want to see my husband. When can I see Josh? I'm tired of hanging out at that stupid club with all those black men hitting on me all night. How am I suppose to make friends with this Reggie Johnson guy anyway and find out all this stuff for you? I haven't even seen him there yet."

Sanchez squinted her eyes and looked at Alyssa. "That's your problem. Use your imagination. I'm sure a cute girl like you can put your good looks to use and figure something out, but you better do it quickly. The sooner you do, the sooner you can see Josh. You're running out of time. If you don't start getting me information, you and Josh will be prosecuted and sent to prison."

"No, please don't do that. I'll get the information you want..."

While Detective Sanchez helped prepare Alyssa, her colleague, Detective Noyse, secretly met with Reggie Johnson.

Steel and glass skyscrapers contained fiery reflections of the setting sun like the surface of a calm sea. From Reggie's penthouse apartment, Noyse gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window at a breathtaking view of the city. "Funny how nice it all looks from way up here. It's only when you're actually on the ground and part of it that the filth and ugliness become apparent, I guess."

"It's on the desk," Reggie replied, finishing his last rep of bench presses. The muscles in his arms and chest looked like they were about to rip through his brown skin as he gritted his teeth.

Noyse placed a folder he had brought with him on the desk and picked up the thick envelope Reggie had left there for him. He opened the envelope and briefly thumbed through a stack of hundred-dollar bills it contained before quietly placing it inside his jacket pocket and returning to the view outside the window.

Reggie sat up from gym equipment in the middle of his expansive living room, and used a white towel hanging around his neck to wipe sweat from his face. He glanced at the closing stock prices running across the bottom of an enormous LED TV hung like a picture on the wall. He had made over $800K in the market today, he silently noted, pointing a remote control toward the set. The screen went black. "Anything I need to know?"

His six-pack abs noticeable, Reggie walked to the desk.

Noyse turned from the window, "You might want to look over the contents of that folder carefully. Sanchez is on a high horse again and she's after you and your suppliers. She recruited a new informant we busted a few days ago."

Reggie opened the folder containing Alyssa Warren's mug shot and arrest record. "Nice," he muttered out loud to himself, the picture less than flattering to Alyssa, but her beauty apparent to him anyway. He read through her report, "Hmm —married, 24-years-old, and no kids. Busted for growing weed. Tsk-tsk — naughty girl."

"The husband admitted it was his. She seems pretty straight-laced, but you never know these days."

Reggie looked up from the folder. "It's an election year. I think a sizable contribution to a certain incumbent's re-election campaign should take care of Detective Sanchez. In the mean time, I gotta check Mrs. Warren out. May want to tap me some that fine white pussy. That oughta keep her preoccupied."

"The husband should appreciate that very much," Detective Noyse dryly replied.

Reggie returned Noyse's sarcasm with a grin. "That's what he gets for breaking the law, cutting into my business — and not doing it very well I might add."

*************

From across a crowded, dimly lit dance club, her golden blond hair and beautiful skin stood out like headlights on a deserted road at night. Very few caucasians frequented this establishment, and none of them had ever looked as good as her. Reggie studied how the softer features of her nose, eyes and mouth accentuated her sharp cheekbones to produce the loveliest face. The tight miniskirt she wore only amplified an equally gorgeous figure that could easily belong to a supermodel and drew unwanted attention from practically every male in the joint.

Unaware of Reggie's presence, Alyssa stood by the bar watching some black couple dance next to her, the girl obscenely thrusting her pelvis into the guy's leg, oblivious it seemed to all else around her. An offensive rap song blasted, making even the floors and walls vibrate.

Alyssa hated this place, but according to Sanchez this was Reggie Johnson's hangout, although he had not appeared here for the past three nights.

"Damn, you beautiful. Let me buy you a drink," she heard a voice say with a familiar African American accent. She was so tired of hearing that stupid accent and having to tell these ignorant black men that she was not interested. She rolled her eyes up and sighed. She had lost count of how many men had already hit on her this evening. She wanted to get out of this place and be with Josh. There was no way in Hell she would ever cheat on her husband or be with some nasty black guy.

Alyssa irritatedly turned around to tell whoever it was this time to buzz off and leave her alone.

Her eyes climbed up the muscular stature of an enormous black man, as if trying to find the top of a skyscraper. In the darkness she somehow missed the monstrous bulge in his pants that she caused to become even bigger.

She almost blew it, about to tell him to get lost like all the other inferior black men she had encountered this evening, when her eyes finally reached his face.

Alyssa suddenly realized that the gigantic man speaking to her was Reggie Johnson — the man she had been waiting for. He wore a Polo shirt and a thick gold necklace, grey silk slacks, and a nice sports jacket. Diamond rings that looked big enough to sink the Titanic adorned his fingers.

Alyssa nervously forced a smile. Her opportunity finally arrived, yet her mind was blank as to what to say. "Hi," she managed to squeak out.

Reggie looked at the almost empty glass Alyssa held, "Whatcha drinking?"

Alyssa was not much of a drinker, and her tumbler contained remnants of ice water — the only substance she ever intended to drink here. But she remembered Detective Sanchez' threats — Josh's career in ruins, criminal records marring their future, 12 years in prison. Little time remained. She needed information about Reggie and his suppliers to give Sanchez. Too much was at stake to let her nerves get in her way now. This was her chance and she could not let it slip away. "I'll have whatever you're drinking."

Reggie turned to the bartender. "A Crown on the rocks for me and this lovely woman. Make 'em doubles".

The bartender briefly raised an eyebrow, thinking he might have misheard Reggie. The only thing Alyssa had ordered from him the past three nights was ice water. He proceeded to fill two tumblers with ice and generous amounts of the amber liquid without question. "Anything else, Mr. Johnson?"

Reggie gave him a fifty dollar bill. "Not now. Keep the change."

"Thank you, Mr. Johnson."

Reggie handed Alyssa the glass. "Common, let's sit somewhere quiet and talk."

They sat at a small table away from the music. Alyssa quickly forced down the contents of her glass and felt fire form in her stomach.

"Wow, you really slammed that down. I ain't seen many women drink like that. I'll get you another. I don't want to drink by myself."

Alyssa stared blankly at him a moment as she waited for the fire in her gut to simmer.

Reggie signaled a nearby server. "Bring my pretty friend here another double of Crown, on the rocks."

Alyssa began to feel the calming effects of alcohol she just consumed enter her bloodstream. "What's your name?"

"Reggie Johnson — and who, may I inquire, do I have the pleasure of meeting."

"I'm Alyssa."

"Where you from, Alyssa? I never seen you 'round here before. No way could I ever miss someone as beautiful as you."

She caught herself from almost fumbling the whole thing and telling him her actual address. Alyssa's nervousness returned. She could not tell him her real address, but she forgot the address where she was staying with the crack whore. "I just moved here — to a place on N. 89th St. and Milton Ave. Do you know the area?"

Reggie's eyebrows rose. "Wow, no offense, but that's a rough neighborhood. A lotta crack heads and gang bangers out that way. You like it there?"

The server arrived just in time with Alyssa's second drink. She slugged it down with a grimace. "No, not really."

"So, what brings you here tonight, Alyssa?"

Alyssa began relaxing from the four shots of whisky she had consumed within 10 minutes. She decided to go for broke with her reply. "I'm trying to score some coke tonight."

Reggie managed to keep a straight face in spite of almost laughing at her. She was a poor informant, perhaps the worse he had ever encountered. Was she really that naive to believe a big-time drug dealer like himself would carry coke around with him and deal directly with some bimbo he just met in a club, as if she was in a 1980s episode of 'Miami Vice'? He was going to have a lot of fun playing this gullible white girl. "Don't have any coke, baby, but I might be able to get some Molly tonight. You in?"

Alyssa wore a puzzled look. "Molly? Who's that?"

Reggie raised his eyebrows at Alyssa's ignorance and clarified, "It's really pure Ecstasy, the best stuff out there. I might be able to get some from my suppliers. You in?"

Alyssa had heard something about Ecstasy a long time ago, but had never tried it and did not remember much about it, other than it was illegal and a growing problem. She could not believe her good fortune — how easy it was proving to get information about this dirty drug dealer and his suppliers for Detective Sanchez. Soon this low-life and his associates would be in jail where they belonged, and she and Josh would be free to live their lives together again.

She nodded affirmatively.

"Come on, then. Let's get outta this place."

**************

A limousine took them to Reggie's high-rise. During the ride Reggie sat across from Alyssa. She looked out the window unaware of how he studied her gorgeous legs, her small waist, flat stomach and even the indention of her naval — all perceptible, as well as her firm, c-cup breasts — through the sexy miniskirt that seemed to cling to her beautifully curved body.

The miniskirt, a sleeveless type with only thin straps over her toned shoulders holding it on, was made of dark grey material interspersed with silvery threads. Beneath it, a sexy thong and bra waited, Alyssa wrapped like a gift for Reggie from Detective Sanchez.

Reggie's cock had been hard all night, since he first saw Alyssa. Yet unfortunately, she had never looked directly its way. And in the shadows of night his dark baggy slacks and sports jacket helped obscure the horrific bulge that would have deterred Alyssa from going anywhere with this dangerous criminal had she noticed it.

Giving his hardness to Alyssa and putting it inside the soft, yet tight wetness of her pussy began to become all he thought about.

While she looked away completely ignorant of his growing desire for her, he quickly adjusted himself to alleviate some of the discomfort his abnormally large penis gave him during erections.

He needed to relieve his hard-on with her soon, he thought.

"Is this your place," Alyssa asked as they pulled up to a 50-story high-rise in a very expensive part of town. A doorman wearing a navy blue suit stood at attention. Double glass doors immediately to his left, and a revolving door next to them, trimmed in polished brass, led to the lobby where a crystal chandelier hung above the concierge desk. It looked like the extravagant hotel Alyssa had visited during her honeymoon with Josh.

The man in the navy blue suit opened their limo door and Reggie giggled, "No just the top floor."

"Good evening, Mr. Johnson," the clean-shaven, middle-aged doorman said as he closed the limo door behind them and proceeded to open the big glass door to the lobby.

"Thank you, James."

An awkward silence filled the elevator as they travelled to the top of Reggie's high-rise, Alyssa's ears popping as they passed the 38th floor. Finally, the doors opened. Two big, burly black guys greeted them as they exited the elevator.

"Hey, boss, you want me to check this one out," one of them asked Reggie.

"Yeah, you better just to be safe." Reggie turned to Alyssa, "Sorry, beautiful, but they gonna check you out for a bug real quick. "I'm in a business where I need to be careful about that kind of thing."

"Sure," Alyssa replied, holding her arms out while the big black guy waved some wand up and down the front and back of her body.

"She okay boss."

Reggie opened the door to his penthouse for Alyssa and smiled, his sexual prey falling further into his trap, he thought. "This way."

Alyssa entered and sauntered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that comprised the Northern wall of his living room. She gazed out over the million-dollar view of the illuminated city, the numerous lights like countless stars at the center of our galaxy, "Wow, this is a really beautiful place you have."

He went to his wet bar, "Want another drink?"

She was already pretty intoxicated, but handled her booze well. "Just water."

He fixed himself another Crown and fetched her a bottle of chilled water. "A good choice for Molly."

"I beg your pardon?" Alyssa asked.

He swallowed a mouthful of whisky. His tumbler clanged as he put it down on the black granite countertop. Alyssa saw the tiny blue pill he held between his two black fingers as he approached with her bottle of chilled water.

"For Molly," he repeated. "It tends to make users dehydrated. Now open your beautiful mouth for me. "

A user? That's what this loathsome black drug dealer thought she was? Alyssa's eyes grew wide. Aside from smoking a tiny bit of marijuana on rare occasions, she had never used any type of drug. "N-n, no," she nervously laughed, her lips drawing tight, revealing lovely white teeth and a hint of her gorgeous smile. "I wasn't planning on taking it tonight."

Reggie looked at her inquisitively. "You want me to get some of this from my suppliers without trying a sample of it yourself first? You an informant or something?"

The inquisitive look on his strong brown face began to show a mixture of distrust and anger.

Alyssa realized her plan was in danger and that she needed to alter course. The thought of Josh's career as a teacher ruined by a felony record for drugs, twelve years separated from each other as they each served prison terms flashed through her mind. She could not risk losing Reggie's trust — not now after getting so close, "It's just that it's getting late. My neighborhood, as you noted, is rough. I don't want to be out on the streets that late."

She played this game very poorly, Reggie thought. "Don't worry, I'll have my limo driver take you home a little later. If you like this stuff, I'll give my supplier a quick call tonight for more. You can meet him."

Alyssa tried to stall, "How much are we talking? I don't have a lot of money right now. Maybe we should do this tomorrow or the next day? You can talk to your supplier tonight and I'll get money for a deal tomorrow."

"That's okay. You can pay me when you get the money. Now open up for me."

Again he outmaneuvered her. Her eyes nervously looked into his like a trapped prey as the bottom of her jaw slowly fell open.

He placed the small blue pill on her tongue and her mouth closed.

"Good girl," he said, the plastic cap of the water bottle snapping as he unscrewed it for her.

She took the clear plastic bottle of water from him — cold, wet condensation running down its sides —and pretended to take a sip while slipping the pill he had put in her mouth under her tongue.

"I need to use the bathroom."

He knew what she was up to, "Let's kiss first." His huge muscular arm suddenly wrapped around her tiny waist and drew her to him.

"Whoa, not so fast." she said, trying to squirm from his embrace and pushing against huge muscles in his chest. She felt something else through their clothing as he pressed against her — something hard and incredibly large in his pants, but she became distracted by the awful, bitter-sour taste of the pill rapidly dissolving in her mouth.

"Kiss me now," he said, attempting to attach his lips to her's.

She turned away to avoid the kiss. "No, wait a minute. I'm sorry. I need another drink first. There's a funny taste in my mouth." She raised the water bottle to her lips again to swallow the remnants of the dissolved pill she had wanted to spit out in his bathroom.

Reggie smiled as he watched her really drink the water this time, and swallow a very large and powerful dosage of the drug — pure stuff, not the cut down crap sold by street dealers . He was eager to get her fucked up on it.

She finished the water, determined to somehow fight getting high.

"Let's kiss some now." His mouth locked to her's and his tongue forced its way past her lips. He pulled her with him onto the sofa.

"Mmm., no, mmm, wait, please, Reggie. I can't." She hated kissing him, and wiped his nasty saliva off her face with the back of her hand.

"Why not?" he secretly searched her eyes for tell-tale signs of the drug entering her bloodstream, but it was still too soon.

She was happily married to Josh. She would never cheat on him. Reggie was a nasty black man and a slime-ball drug dealer. But she could not tell Reggie any of that. "You're going too fast."

"We just kissing, baby. But you asking me to do all this stuff without letting me get to know you first. Maybe we should just forget the whole thing. I don't know anything about you. Maybe you be five-o. I'll take you home now."

Betraying her husband by kissing this disgusting black man and drug dealer repulsed her, but Reggie threatened to cancel everything when she almost had what she needed. She remembered Sanchez' warning. She was running out of time. She had to make Reggie trust her.

She gently touched his muscular arm. "You can trust me, Reggie. I'm not a narc and I don't want you to take me home yet. Just kissing, though, right? Nothing more tonight, okay? I've just met you and I'm not that type of girl."

Alyssa was playing right into his hands. She obviously never tried Molly before and held no idea of its strength. Even inferior formulations and lower dosages altered emotions, mood, and perception. Something as benign as kissing easily became much more intimate under its influence.

Reggie smiled and nodded his head. He was on his way inside this sweet little white girl's panties and she did not know it. "Okay, we just gonna kiss for a little while until you see if you like the Molly. If you like it, I'll call Luther. Now lay back for me."

Luther — was that the name of Reggie's supplier? Alyssa wondered as she reclined on the sofa beneath Reggie's big hard body. She had to remember that name, she thought. But her mind quickly strayed to how different Reggie was from Josh — stronger, firmer, larger. She felt his huge penis through their clothing press against her again, but the meaning of its terrible size now failed to fully registered in her brain because a warm, wonderfully peaceful feeling began to creep up on her.

"Wait, Reggie. How long does this stuff take to work? I think maybe I'm feeling something."

Reggie noticed her pupils already displacing much of the blue in her eyes.

"It gonna take at least an hour to even start affecting you."

"It's going to be late then."

"Don't you worry none, baby. I'm gonna to take good care of you."

His promise to 'take good care of her' should have been a warning to Alyssa, but instead she believed him, the concentration of MDMA in her bloodstream rapidly increasing. They began French-kissing again.

"Mmm, oh, Reggie, mmm, oh."

His tongue stayed deep inside her mouth and occupied it like a foreign invader. Fleeting thoughts of Josh went through her brain, but she was doing this for him.

"Oh, I'm getting so warm, she murmured after nearly 30 minutes of French-kissing Reggie without interruption, the drug raising her body temperature and altering her perception of time. The miniskirt she wore became saturated with her sweat and stuck to her body. Can you make the air conditioning colder for me? It's really hot in here."

"Sure, baby." Reggie quickly got off Alyssa and turned the temperature higher instead. It would make convincing her to undress easier, he reasoned.

They resumed kissing when he returned to her, and Alyssa found herself running her hands underneath his shirt and up his back. His smooth black skin and hard muscles felt so good, she thought, "Oh, I think that stuff you gave me is doing something already. Let's get some more from your supplier now."

"Latter. You getting hot. Let's get this dress off you before you overheat."

"Huh?" Alyssa asked, not quite comprehending what he said to her. Her eyes looked dreamy. He pulled the straps of her miniskirt down her shoulders.

"No, what are you doing? Stop it — just kissing."

"I know, baby, but you gonna over heat with this on. It's dangerous if you get too hot. Look at how much you sweating. We have to cool you down."

"No, mmm, oh," Alyssa moaned, as he resumed French-kissing her while inching her miniskirt lower — down her arms until it puddled around her waist,.

"Oh, it's so hot in here," she gasped when he removed his mouth from her lips, sweat running profusely down her face.

"I know, baby. You don't need to worry. I won't do nothing. Now lift up for me"

Euphoria from the Molly greatly clouded her judgement and she trusted him. She raised her butt and he pulled the miniskirt past her hips and off her legs.

"That's a good girl. We gotta get you to cool down."

Now in only her white bra and matching thong made of silk, his strong hands ran up her flat stomach, feeling the contours of her defined abdominal muscles, and slid underneath her bra, cupping her soft, full breasts and tweaking her nipples.

"No, Reggie, don't touch them like that. You promised."

"Yeah, you rolling now. Let me get it off you. You still way too hot."

"What? Don't take my bra off!"

He ignored her and unclasped her bra. Her young tits required no support and perkily stood out from her slender body. Her small areolae further confirmed her glorious youth in their pale pink color.

Alyssa recognized that something was terribly wrong, but the realization was brief, veiled by the effects of the drug and the resumption of their French-kissing. She forgot that he was a black drug dealer who had her almost completely undressed — and most importantly, that he was not her husband.

Rolling and at peace with the world, she only felt love for everything and everyone and allowed his hands to caress her breasts, explore her body. One of his strong hands finally released her erect nipple, descended down her flat tummy and slid into her thong like a stealthy invader, his finger expertly locating her clit.

She remembered Josh. "No, don't touch that — please!" She grabbed Reggie's wrist and tried to pull his hand away from her vagina. "Stop touching it, no don't, Reggie."

"Shhh, just for a little while, baby. If you want me to trust you, you gotta trust me a little. Otherwise, our deal is off."

Alyssa sort of trusted him, a consequence of the Molly, and she remembered that she needed him to trust her. She had to find out about his suppliers. She sighed deeply and released his wrist, "Okay, but just a little while."

"That's a good girl. Just for a little while," he repeated back to her. He knew how suggestions and reassurances combined with the relaxing effects of the drug and clouded judgement. "It won't hurt anyone to let me touch it just a little bit. It's a beautiful thing."

He knew Molly heightened sense of touch as he tenderly caressed her most touch sensitive organ — a calculated, strategic place to attack in seducing her. His little while continued and his little bit turned into expert masturbation. The countless nerves in her clitoris slowly awakened to begin bombarding her brain with their pleasurable signals.

His finger got wetter in her pussy and felt her clitoris become fuller and firmer as he touched it more, "Yeah, that starting to feel really good now."

"Oh, oh, ah, ahh, no, please, ooh," she moaned.

While masturbating her, his other hand grabbed the delicate fabric of her thong and began tugging it down. She noticed him pulling it off too late, when it already hung from one of her ankles. She panicked, "No, don't take my thong off!"

She was not going to stop him now, he thought. He forced her legs apart and brought his face within inches of her fragrant pussy, which radiated inviting warmth.

She was smoothly shaved with only a neatly trimmed and narrow landing strip. His fingers stretched her soft lips in opposite directions — wide open — exposing the lovely pink of her raw womanhood with her clitoris susceptibly waiting for him to make it the center of her universe.

His nostrils inhaled more of her sweet female scent — a pleasant, almost flower-like aroma consisting of perfume and her natural pheromones that called him to mate with her. His mouth attacked her pussy and he began sucking on her clitty.

"No, don't do that," she cried, sitting up and shoving his head away from her.

Reggie scowled at her. "Trust is a two way street. If you want me to get more drugs from my supplier tonight, you gotta trust me now, let me get to know you better and eat out your pussy some. Only my closest girlfriend know about my business. Do you want to quit crying and let me do this or do you want to go home?"

Tears ran from the corners of her eyes down the sides of her face. She did not want to be his 'girlfriend'. Alyssa wished she could stop Reggie and still get out of this mess Josh had put them in. Instead she had to let this strange black man, a low-life drug dealer, perform oral sex on her — perhaps let him do more she realized.

"Answer me — do you want to be my girlfriend and let me eat your pussy or do you want me to take you home?"

Alyssa cried, "I want to be your girlfriend."

Reggie smiled. This dumb white bitch was clueless of how he was going to use her. His mouth returned to her sex. He resumed his attack on her married white pussy with renewed determination to win a victory of sorts by making her orgasm.

He began sucking on her clitoral hood again. He drew it into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it. He gently retracted her prepuce with his thumb for his tongue to make occasional, quick and light contact with her super-sensitive glans without her protective hood shielding it.

Even heavily drugged, Alyssa knew this was all wrong as she reclined back and let him proceed.

Her pelvic motions signaled attempts to avoid the highly sensual contact he performed on her orally, but he stayed with her movements and her clitoral hood fully engorged, protecting her once accessible glans from his further assaults and revealing her arousal.

His tongue frequented her wet opening and he drank the sweet silky secretions her pussy released for him in abundance, while his fingers gently touched the beautiful petals that comprised her labia.

He noticed her crying subside, her fingers begin softly running through the kinky hair atop his head as he went down on her. The movement in her pelvis, less determined to escape the oral sex, seemed to increasingly offer her pussy to him instead, indicating her growing acceptance.

"Oh, you don't understand. Ooh, not there again. Ooh, we can't do this."

Her eyes shut, he managed unbuttoning his pants and sliding them and his boxers off without removing his mouth from her pussy and without Alyssa realizing what he was doing.

Alyssa noticed the oral sex he performed on her stop and opened her eyes as he tossed his shirt somewhere on the floor. She momentarily gawked at the huge, rippling muscles in his arms, chest and stomach that looked really appealing. She had never been this physically close to a man this well built before.

She felt something smooth, warm and hard, but heavy like a piece of lead pipe, resting on her stomach and looked down.

Reggie quickly placed his hand on her left knee to keep her legs separated. "On no you don't, baby. Keep 'em open for me."

He had wedged himself between her legs, and his huge penis, practically as thick as her wrist, seemed to span the distance from her pussy to her bellybutton. It was the biggest cock imaginable with an equally large scrotum the size, shape, and appearance of a husked coconut and containing his bull-sized testicles.

Everything about Reggie was big, including the helmet-like head of his penis and the slit on its tip, which leaked a profuse amount of clear slippery fluid, his pre-cum, onto her tummy. His penis looked like a giant black serpent drooling a dangerous venom as it prepared to taste her pussy.

Her hands clutched his hips and tried to keep him back. "Oh my God. I can't have sex with you. No! please don't!"

She watched him aim his penis at her opening as if he did not hear her. She felt the smooth helmet-head push against her lips.

Her hands clasped his hips tighter. She had to say something to stop him. She was married and could not cheat on Josh. The oral sex was bad enough, but not this, "Please, Reggie. You don't understand. I can't do this with you."

"Yes you can, baby. You my girlfriend, remember? We gonna fuck now."

She felt the pressure increase as he pushed harder to get into her entrance. She became desperate for something to say that might stop him, "Yes, I'm your girlfriend, but you're too big for me."

He pushed more. "You'll get used to me, baby and start loving this big nigger cock. I'll go easy at first."

Her fingers dug into his hips unable to stop him from getting closer. She watched her lips open and begin accepting the head of his chocolate penis,. "No, I'm not taking birth control, Reggie. Take it out and put on a condom!"

"Sorry, don't have any condoms. Never use 'em. Can't find any that fit me, baby. But, don't you worry none, I'll pull out before I cum — I promise."

She observed her lips open further, finally engulfing the entire head of his penis and closing around it. He was inside her. She looked up at him, into his eyes, with her mouth stupidly hanging open and her small white hands still uselessly clutching his hips as his penis slowly penetrated deeper.

She looked down again at the tremendous size of his penis almost completely inside her, "Oh God, no! Ow, ow, my pussy. Take it out. It hurts," she cried realizing her discomfort was from her vaginal muscles actually stretching to accommodate all of him.

She could no longer bare the sight of his huge brown cock stretching her open and going so deeply inside her. She fell back onto the sofa, her hands abandoning his hips and clutching his big hard pecks instead - pushing against them, trying to hold him off from lying completely on top of her now.

He slowly worked himself in and out, traveling slightly further into her birth canal until her vagina finally took his last remaining length.

Her anatomy adjusted to his size — to the deep penetration of his enormous penis practically visiting her cervix, and to his incredibly thick shaft that made her labia stretch around it, cling to it like a tightly fitting sleeve.

Her body accepted him as a mate. Her arms tired and her hands gradually slid from his pecks and found their way to his back. Her pussy traitorously bathed his huge cocoa cock, assisting its strokes and the goal their two organs now shared in common.

His cock and balls had ached badly from the painful erection she had given him. His hard-on, unrelieved since he first saw her in the club hours ago, finally achieved relief in her soft, tight cunt. "Oh, baby — your pussy feel so good."

His eyes rolled back in his head from the incredible sensation, better than any drug, of being inside her. "Yeah, I'm inside you and you feel so good, baby. You really my girlfriend now."

Alyssa turned her face away from Reggie. How could she let this happen? How did she stupidly let what began as innocent kisses become this — unprotected intercourse with some strange black man and drug dealer she hardly knew? She would never be his girlfriend despite what he might think.

Reggie began softly kissing her neck, and worked his way to her ear. He felt her nipples — pressed against his chest — perk up, the act obviously awakening something powerful inside her.

She did not want to enjoy sex with him, but the initial shock of her rape had ended and with their sexual act underway, the Molly reestablished dominion over her. She began to peak on the drug, and fell prey to its incredible high, a false perception of love and well-being it created.

Reggie's huge black cock in her pussy became an irresistible distraction blocking other thoughts, like Josh and how wrong this was. "Oh, oh, oh, ooh don't. Oh, Reggie." Her pussy began to pulsate around his cock uncontrollably and she embraced him tightly. "Oh, don't — you're making me cum," she cried.

Their lips met as they passionately fucked, and Reggie's tongue easily found its way back inside her mouth...

"Ah, ah, ah," she squealed. She had never climaxed multiple times before. Reggie's cock was so large it rubbed magical places in her pussy that did this to her - places Josh's small penis never touched. But she was not thinking about Josh at all right now.

"I'm gonna cum too, baby."

"Oh, you need to take it out now."

"Ah, I don't want to. It feels so good."

"I can't have a baby with you."

"I'm sorry, but I love you. I'll take care of you."

She hugged him tightly, her judgement badly impaired, "Oh, I love you too - ooh, ooh, alright, leave it in."

He returned her embrace, "Oh, baby, I love you so much. You feel so good."

"Oh, I feel you cumming in me, Reggie..."

She had lost track of time, but they had been at it for nearly five hours. Alyssa's hands wandered over the hard muscles in his back and grasped them as this huge black bull fucked here within an inch of unconsciousness and made her cum again. Was this seven or nine times he made her orgasm? She could not remember. She had never touched a man so hard and strong before or had multiple orgasms. His stamina and ability to recover was unbelievable. How did he last so long? she wondered.

"I'm going to cum again, baby."

Cum again... she thought dreamily for a moment. But then reality flashed before her eyes, the illusion of love and peace Molly gave her beginning to fade. Cum was why her pussy felt like it had been doused by a firehose and their slippery fluids flowed from her wet slit down the crack in her ass; it was why a pool of jism they had made together formed on the leather couch beneath her butt.

She remembered Reggie cumming in her earlier that evening, and for some stupid reason thinking she loved him and letting him do it. She recalled they had fucked a number of times and an awful lot. What if he had impregnated her?

She recalled her husband, Josh. She had let another man — a black man — fuck her and cum in her! She orgasmed multiple times with Reggie! An enormous wave of guilt washed over Alyssa, "No, you have to take it out this time. Don't cum in me again."

Reggie realized the drug was finally starting to wear off on Alyssa. But Molly always wore off in a strange way - not a gradual decent to normalcy, but a bumpy ride where the user experienced periods of its return. The peaceful content she displayed earlier may have been vanishing, but it was not gone for good yet, and he was not done manipulating her. "But you my girlfriend, baby. I love you. I can't take it out. You feel too good."

"I know, but please don't cum in me this time. I mean it. I might get pregnant."

Reggie almost laughed. He had already filled her pussy past capacity so many times this evening. Had she forgotten about it? If she was ovulating, she was already pregnant, he thought. However, he used her fear to negotiate a big concession from her:

"Will you suck on it real nice for me if I take it out, baby?"

"Suck on it?"

"Yeah, baby — suck on it. Stroke it real nice and swallow it all for me. I need to know that you still love me and that I can trust you."

Alyssa would never love him, but what choice did she have at this point? She needed information from him to keep Josh and herself out of prison, and as repulsive as sucking on his nasty, cum-dripping black cock might be, it was better than having him ejaculate in her pussy again, she thought.

She agreed to something loathsome — forced herself to convincingly lie, the words almost as difficult to say as performing the act itself because she loved Josh, not this nasty drug dealer. "Okay, I love you too and I'll suck on it for you."

He lifted himself off her. His enormous penis withdrew from her tight, wet vagina. The combination of their body secretions dripped from each of their sex organs. "Okay, baby, suck on it for me now."

She leaned over his lap, opened her lips wide and gently put the head of his slimy penis in her mouth.

"That's it — now stroke it baby. Do it real good or I won't be able to cum and I'll have to put it back in your pussy."

She certainly did not want this huge, nasty cock in her pussy ever again. Revulsion evident on her face, she caressed his enormous shaft, ran her lips up and down it, licked their jism from it. She had never tasted herself on a man, but to her chagrin their combined flavor was not entirely disagreeable.

She needed to make him cum. Her fingers gently fondled his big, heavy balls. She jerked her face away as the head of his penis swelled larger, and the entire organ began to pulsate in her incomplete fist, an almost infinite fountain of white semen shooting from its tip in violent bursts.

He unexpectedly reached into her long, silky blonde hair and pulled her head toward his penis. "Put it back in your mouth and swallow. Don't waste it."

His pull on her hair hurt her scalp and she obeyed him.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she moaned, unable to remove his nasty cock from her mouth and forced to swallow what seemed like a never ending supply of his rich cream. How could he cum so much?

But enough Molly remained in her system for its dangerous effects to return with vigor, altering her mood and perception. Fondness for Reggie waxed and waned, evidenced by the way she lovingly handled his phallus again after feeling such revulsion only moments ago. She twirled her tongue over his sensitive glans, her partial fist around his thick shaft gently jerked on it to satisfy him.

Reggie's eyes rolled back in euphoria. "Oh, yea, that's real good, baby. I love you."

He released her hair, but Alyssa seemed not to notice and continued milking and swallowing his ejaculate. Not realizing what she was doing when the supply from his penis stopped flowing, she licked up a long stream of seamen that had trickled down to the base of his thick, lengthy shaft and on her hand, as well as the globs that initially had landed on his stomach before taking him in her mouth.

His huge penis was flaccid in her hand, like a wilted flower, when Alyssa recognized what she had been doing again.

She sat up on the couch naked and in a daze.

Reggie rose and walked to his wet bar, his cock temporarily satisfied.

She stared at his huge brown penis that had been inside her most of the evening as it hung from him. His taste remained in her mouth.

Alyssa cursed herself for not fighting harder against the effects of this horrible drug - for succumbing to its high and letting him seduce her. But at least the effects diminished enough to where she finally seemed able to keep her senses, she thought.

In one big gulp he swallowed the remaining Crown he had left unfinished in his tumbler earlier. "You want some water, baby?"

Her dislike for him intensified as her sobriety returned. He drugged her and took advantage of her. She would never be 'his baby', she thought. But she was very thirsty. "Please."

Reggie kneeled down behind his bar for a moment to get Alyssa her bottle of water. Inside the mini-refrigerator, next to the bottled water, sat a vial containing more of the Molly he had given Alyssa earlier - in its liquid form.

He possessed an enormous appetite for prime white pussy. Another snack for later, perhaps? She would never realize he had slipped her more Molly if he gave it to her now, he thought. How nice it would be to fuck this beautiful girl a few more times tonight, and wake up with her in bed with him in the morning.

"Hold on, I have it behind some things in the back," he shouted.

Reggie returned to Alyssa with the bottle and pretended to open it for her. Still a little buzzed, she failed to notice that the cap did not snap when he unscrewed it.

Alyssa guzzled the water and handed him her emptied bottle. "I'm so thirsty. Can I have another, please?"

Reggie smiled at her strangely. "Sure baby."

He left to fetch her another water and she stood from the sofa, quietly searching the living room for her clothing.

She stood with her miniskirt bunched in her fist when he returned. "I can't find my thong and bra."

"Gee, I don't remember where we tossed 'em, baby. Here drink this and I'll help you look for 'em. Gotta be 'round here somewhere."

Alyssa took the second bottle from Reggie and finished it nearly as quickly as the first. "Thank you."

She remembered that she needed to find out about Reggie's suppliers for Detective Sanchez. "When can we get more of that stuff from your connection?"

Reggie turned toward her. "Here, I found your bra. I'll contact Luther tomorrow after we wake up, baby."

What did he mean by 'tomorrow after they woke up'? She had no intention of spending the night with him. And he had said earlier she could go with him tonight to meet his supplier. "I thought you said you would call him tonight?"

"I was, baby, but we got a little carried away. Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Alyssa scrunched her eyebrows together and with a perplexed look shook her head.

"It's 1:15 baby-doll. We gonna have to set something up tomorrow."

He had brought her here around 7:00 p.m., which meant they had fucked for over five hours, Alyssa figured. That could not be right. How could she do such a horrible thing with him for so long?

She needed to check her phone. Perhaps he was lying about the time. Nude with her miniskirt still in her hand, she found her purse sitting on the granite countertop of Reggie's wet bar where he had placed it for her when they arrived here earlier.

In big white numbers, 1:17 a.m. lit up on her phone when she fished it from her purse. But three missed calls from Josh, also appearing on the small screen, made the sting of guilt far worse. With her back toward Reggie she began to sob, "I can't stay here tonight. I have to get home."

"We gonna have to get you an Uber or something then, 'cause my limo driver off 'till morning."

Alyssa sniffled and turned toward him, her eyes red and watery, "Fine what's your address?"

Reggie hesitated a moment. "8413 W. Madison Avenue."

His address was actually 4831 W. Madison Avenue — a simple, but costly mistake she would believe she made due to her condition, he figured. A slight delay that would become so much more.

Alyssa put the address in her Uber App, but to her disappointment the app indicated that a driver would not arrive for another 25 minutes. At least she had time to clean herself up a little and get dressed. "Where's your restroom?"

His condo contained three full bathrooms, but Reggie purposefully led her to the one in his master bedroom.

Alyssa passed his king-sized bed with slight discomfort. She stopped before entering his bathroom. "Do you mind if I use your shower?"

Reggie reached up and gently wiped a tear from her eye with his thumb. "Of course you can use my shower, but why you crying? We shared something special tonight, baby."

This despicable drug dealer had stolen something special from her tonight. She had not shared it with him. He shattered her sacred wedding vows with his huge black cock. For seven years she had been faithful to Josh — since they went out together as teenagers in high school. But Alyssa could never let Reggie know the truth. "I don't know. I guess that stuff just affected me funny."

"You sure you still want more of it then?"

She nodded, "Oh, yes. I just have some things on my mind."

"Yeah, Molly sometimes do that to people when they start coming down. It'll pass soon."

Reggie's was right. Her mood already began to improve again — perhaps unusually so — the lingering effects of the Molly, she reasoned. Of one thing she was absolutely certain, she was not going to lose her senses like before. "I couldn't find my thong. Can you look for it while I'm in the shower?"

Just like the lost fidelity in her marriage, she was never getting her thong back. Reggie intended to keep it as a souvenir of his conquest. While they fucked earlier he had stuffed the sexy undergarment deep inside his couch cushion to retrieve latter.

He observed how her dark pupils now filled her beautiful blue eyes like a total solar eclipse. "Yeah, baby, I'll go find it for you. You best hurry so you don't miss your ride."

While Alyssa showered, Reggie took her miniskirt and bra with him. She would not need clothing again anytime tonight...

The warm water caressed her skin as it washed away the dried semen Reggie had left all over her breasts and stomach during one of his ejaculations that Alyssa had difficulty remembering. She took the washcloth and cleaned her private area. She really needed a douche right now to wash all his sperm from the depths of her vagina where his huge black penis visited. Unfortunately, she did not make it a habit to carry a douche around with her.

She exited the shower and toweled dry feeling more than just a little buzzed, a fog setting in her brain like the steam on the bathroom mirror that obscured her reflection. Where were her clothes? She thought she brought her miniskirt and bra in here with her. She finished brushing back her long blonde hair, which hung damply past her shoulders like strands on a freshly squeezed mop, and wrapped the towel around herself.

Reggie waited for Alyssa in front of his bed, just outside the bathroom door, as she exited. She noticed he was still nude. His penis looked a little bigger than when she went into the shower. It was so large anyway though that she probably just imagined things. He could not possibly get hard again, she thought.

"Did you find my thong and have you seen my clothes anywhere? I swear I brought them in the bathroom," she asked with a confused look on her face.

"Nah, ain't seen your clothes and don't know what we did with your thong."

Alyssa's fingers pushed into her forehead, "Damn, I feel so strange. How long does that stuff you gave me last?" She looked down at his penis again; it was definitely getting harder.

The drug conflicted with her reason though, and a strange combination of horror and euphoria battled for her mind, like slamming down on the accelerator and brakes in a car at the same time.

Reggie pulled the towel off her and his arm suddenly wrapped around her tiny waist. "I think you still rolling, baby. You better not go nowhere like this tonight. You best stay here with me."

She felt his big black penis pressing into her — slithering higher up her tummy and getting harder. "No I need to go home. I can't stay with you tonight."

With his arm tightly around her waist, she pushed against his hard pecks and arched her back to get away from him. But his rippling muscles and smooth cocoa skin in her palms produced such an incredible sensation that she could not stop her hands from running up and down his body instead.

His hand descended to her ass and squeezed her firm cheek.

"Oh, I can't do that with you again. I've got to go home," she sighed unconvincingly, her hands still roaming his chest as if she was reading braille with them.

His other hand slipped between her legs, his finger softly slicing through her silky folds and finding her clitoris.

Her mouth fell open and her head backwards as his finger nudged her clitoris and awakened it.

"Hold my cock."

Controlled by his suggestion and some primitive instinct, her hand reached down and grasped his huge, heavy rod. She began tugging on it. Their tongues met in her mouth.

Before Alyssa knew what was happening, she found herself lying on the edge of his bed, guiding his huge black cock into her pussy as he held her legs, from behind her knees, high and wide apart.

"That's good, put it in your pussy for me, baby," she heard him say in her dream-like state. "Oh, yeah, you so wet and tight. You feel real good."

She twisted the sheets in her fists and wrapped her legs around his ass.

His thumb softly repeated upward strokes on her prepuce as his huge piston began its well lubricated journeys in and out of her tightly-fitting cylinder.

"Ooh, ah, ah, oh, oh," she moaned.

"Yeah, that big black cock feels good in your tight, little white pussy — huh baby? You hooked on it now."

"Oh, God, no I can't," Alyssa murmured, her eyes dreamy and half closed.

"It too late. I feel your pussy throbbing 'round my cock. You cumming again, baby. You can't help it. You getting spoiled on it. You may not wanna remember what I be sayin' now, but you gonna and you gonna want big black cock for now on too. I can tell."

Alyssa's youthful, firm breasts jiggled slightly in place, like two globes of jello with tiny pink nipples on top, as her new black boyfriend bred with her, drove his superior cock into the limits of her young white pussy. She arched her back and made a high pitched cry from an incredible, mind-blowing orgasm...

The vertical blinds left open, Alyssa and Reggie appeared as two silhouettes making love in his bed against a background of city lights through the tall panes of glass that comprised an entire wall of his bedroom.

"You my girl and I love you, baby," Reggie repeated to her, looking forward to her reply.

She hugged him tightly and moaned as he moved into her, "Oh, I love you too, Reggie."

How Reggie enjoyed hearing her say those words back to him. The Molly made her forget about her husband temporarily, betray him for a huge black cock, and believe she actually loved Reggie.

Reggie rolled off her, his cock leaving a huge void in her pussy. "Get on top now, baby."

She climbed on top of him and guided his cock back inside her.

"Oh God, you feel so good in me," she chirped, her arms sliding around his neck with her pussy fully adapted to his colossal size and aggressively humping the huge black pole.

He embraced her tightly, "I'm gonna cum again, baby."

She fucked him with even greater passion, "Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah. Oh, Reggie, I love you so much!"

"Ah, yeah, baby. Oh yeah...ah!"

She felt his huge penis filling her up with his semen again. "Ooh, you're cumming Reggie."

Her hips slowed their pace as his penis finally stopped ejaculating inside her and began losing firmness.

"Oh, Reggie," she gasped. She rested on top of him, her hand exploring his muscular chest in the dark, until she fell asleep in his arms.

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A bright afternoon sun penetrated her eyelids and pestered Alyssa to rise like an unwelcome alarm clock. She awoke confused, not sure where she was, still in Reggie's arms. She suddenly realized she was lying on top of him and they were both naked!

"Oh God," she whispered and rolled off him. What did I do? she asked herself. She remembered the things she did with him the preceding night and it was more than she wanted to recall. What they did together disgusted her.

She felt thirsty and ill, as if badly hung-over from drinking too much alcohol. She slid from the bed while Reggie slept and quietly searched for her things.

Reggie saw her in her miniskirt looking around his gym equipment when he entered the living room. "Can I get you anything?"

Alyssa turned and blankly stared at him. He stood shirtless with his big black muscles on display. In the daylight the outline of his huge cock hanging almost half way to his knee, like a big roll of cookie dough in the pair of baggy grey sweatpants he wore, was obvious. How did she not see his bulge last night in the club? Why did she stupidly come home with him? she wondered. "You have a nice gym setup here. I guess you work out a lot."

He smirked triumphantly, "I like to keep in shape, but after last night I know you do as well."

Alyssa looked away in embarrassment. She had lost her thong and was too humiliated to even ask him about it. Except for her bra, she wore nothing else beneath her short miniskirt. She wanted to go home and be with Josh and never see or think about Reggie again.

But she could not lose sight of why she was here, why she had already done the unthinkable with him. She forced a difficult smile and continued her charade by raffishly strolling over to him. "Can we see your connection today and get more of that Molly? It was really great."

He hugged her."Yeah, for the most part you liked it a lot, baby. There was a little rocky patch in there, but you came through it with flyin' colors."

She fought her natural instinct to recoil from his embrace.

Reggie released her. "I'll give Luther Greeman a call for you right now."

Alyssa watched Reggie slide the unlock bar on the screen of his phone with his thumb as he walked away from her and into his bedroom.

"Hey, Bro," she overheard Reggie say as she quietly stood by the entrance of his room and listened. "Remember what we talked about yesterday evenin'? When and where can we do that deal? Can we get some sooner than that? Uh-huh — okay. 7:00 p.m. on the 16th, at the Furman Warehouse on Dixon Street — gotcha. See ya then."

The 16th of October? That was a month from now! Perhaps the information itself would be enough for Detective Sanchez to release Alyssa from this horrible assignment. Alyssa hurried back to the living room so Reggie would not know she eavesdropped on him.

"We gonna get more of that Molly for you on the 16th, baby," Reggie announced as he returned to the living room where Alyssa waited.

Alyssa looked disappointed. "Can we get it sooner? I really don't want to wait that long."

Reggie shook his head, "Probably not. We missed the deal last night. The next big shipment of the really good stuff you had isn't coming 'til then. But if you nice to me, I'll see if I can score some elsewhere for you sooner. I might be able to get another pill."

Alyssa never wanted to take that awful garbage again. "Oh, great. Let me know if you can get it sooner."

She looked at the time on her phone and saw she had missed another four calls from Josh and a string of text messages from him since last night. "Oh, I didn't realize we slept so long. I need to get home now, Reggie."

"What's the rush, baby? I thought we might spend the day together and fuck some more."

Alyssa winced at his crudeness and the thought of having more sex with him. She was not having intercourse with him ever again. She wanted to get far away from Reggie and put those dirty things she did with him out of her mind forever.

But he triggered in her even more erotic imagery of the forbidden intimacy they shared last night.

She could not stay here with him. What they had done together was something she was never suppose to do with anyone other than Josh. She had to come up with a reason to leave. "I have to go to work."

"Where you work, baby-doll? You my girl now and I wanna come see you."

Alyssa almost swallowed her tongue from fear. "I'm not actually working anywhere yet. But I have a job interview today."

"Okay, baby. I'll have my limo driver take you home now. But will I see you again tonight?"

"Uh... maybe. I have a few things I need to do. Can I text you later?"

He pulled out his phone and opened his contacts. "I'll text you, Alyssa. What's your number?"

The last thing she wanted to do was give Reggie Johnson her phone number, but again he out-maneuvered her.

Reggie called the number she gave him to make sure it worked. Her phone, set on silent, vibrated in her hand, "That's it," she said with another forced smile showing him her phone's screen with his number lit up on it.

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Alyssa rushed into Josh's arms and passionately kissed him when he opened the door, as if trying to erase what she had done with Reggie the preceding night.

"Oh, sweetheart —are you finally finished? Are you home to stay?" Josh asked. It had been five days since he had seen her and two days since they had any contact via text or phone.

"I don't know, Josh. I need to call Detective Sanchez, but I missed you and wanted to see you first."

Josh looked at his wife curiously. She appeared beautiful, but tired, as if she had been out all night partying. She wore a lose fitting pair of jeans that hung from her flowing hips, and her favorite faded t-shirt — the one with 'Vegan' written across her boobs and the happy cow face beneath them. "Why didn't you answer any of my phone calls last night or this morning?"

"I'm sorry, Josh, really. I misplaced my phone and the battery had died. I came home as soon as I could."

Her phone lit up with a text from Detective Sanchez.

"Any info? Contact me ASAP!"

Alyssa looked up from the message. "I have to call Detective Sanchez now, Josh." She abruptly walked away from him and locked herself inside their bedroom.

"You can't just disappear now. You have to stay around Reggie Johnson until this goes down, Alyssa. Otherwise he might suspect you're an informant," Detective Sanchez told her.

"I don't want to go back with him. You don't understand what he made me do with him last night," Josh heard his wife's voice through the closed door reply.

Josh did not want to hear anymore and backed away from the door as if a fire raged on the other side of it. He knew the real reason why Alyssa did not answer his phone calls or text messages last night and this morning and the thought of it sickened him. His beautiful wife had likely fucked another man.

When Alyssa opened the door, Josh immediately began to kiss her again, while his hands hungrily roamed her body. "I want to make love, Alyssa."

Her face looked to the side and her entire body stiffened from his suggestion. She could not have sex with her husband now. Her pussy was still slightly swollen and sore from Reggie. She pulled Josh's hands off of her. "I'm sorry, but we can't right now, Josh."

"Why?"

"Because I have to go."

"Where's your wedding ring?"

She remained silent.

Her reaction seemed to confirm his suspicion. He stared into her eyes and spoke coldly, "Okay, Alyssa. I think understand."

What did he mean by saying that? How could he possibly understand any of this? Because of him she was forced into fucking another man — a black drug dealer.

Another text appeared on her phone and Josh quickly snatched it out of her hand. "Who's number is this and why do they want to meet you at the Club tonight?"

Reggie had sent the text, but Detective Sanchez had warned Alyssa not to let anyone else, including her husband, know anything about the investigation. "Um... a girlfriend of mine." She grabbed her phone back from Josh.

"What's her name and what club, Alyssa?"

"I have to leave now, Josh. My Uber ride is waiting outside," she irritatedly answered.

Josh wanted to stop her, but he felt paralyzed, unable to do anything to alter this pathetic situation he created. He wanted to say he was sorry. He knew her beauty far exceeded what men of his looks and success deserved. But somehow the love he felt for Alyssa would only express itself in a jealous anger, and he defiantly watched his wife walk out the door — to the arms of another man.

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The argument with Josh left Alyssa flustered, and now he bombarded her cell phone with desperate texts begging her to come home as she waited to meet Reggie at the club. It was almost 9:00 p.m. Reggie would arrive soon.

Josh's conciliatory messages made this even more difficult. Alyssa loved him, but there was nothing either of them could do, she realized. Detective Sanchez promised long prison terms if Alyssa refused to help her with Reggie. Things had already gone too far at this point to blow it all now.

She quickly answered Josh's text.

"I luv u too, but can't come home now. Please, no more txts. TTYL XOXOXO."

Alyssa sent her reply and then blocked her phone from receiving further messages or calls.

Reggie quietly studied Alyssa's outfit, not as sexy as the miniskirt Detective Sanchez made her wear yesterday. But he had already unwrapped and tried out this package, and he liked what it contained regardless of how it was covered. Alyssa's figure looked gorgeous in even the ugliest clothes, and he greedily wanted her only for himself. "Hey, baby, you wanna drink?"

Alyssa looked up from her phone. "Oh, hi — I didn't know you were standing there."

As much has she disliked drinking, she disliked Reggie more. He had taken advantage of her and she looked forward to seeing him in jail where he belonged. She was a happy wife until this despicable criminal inserted himself into her — into her marriage. A nervous wreak around this violent black drug dealer again and in a desperate situation, alcohol seemed like the only way to deal with it all right now. "Get me whatever you're drinking I guess..."

Subsequent drinks went down easier than the previous ones for Alyssa until she found herself leaving with him. "Where are we going?" she asked, finally away from that loud, annoying rap music and comfortably slouching on the cool leather upholstery across from him in their limo.

"To your place, baby — to get some of your things. You my girl now and you gonna stay with me. I'll have my guys get the rest of your stuff tomorrow."

The six shots of Crown she had just drank with him did not help her worsening situation. "B-b-but, I'm not ready for that, Reggie. I only met you yesterday."

He was closing in, slowly positioning all his pieces for a checkmate: "I think you ready for this, baby, and I can't have my girlfriend living in a bad place. What will people say? Besides, you a target for my rivals and the police. It be the only way. Otherwise we can't be together anymore."

Detective Sanchez instructed her to stay with him, to make sure the drug deal next month occurred at all costs. Alyssa's choice boiled down to becoming Reggie's girlfriend or long prison terms for Josh and herself. She observed the bulge in Reggie's slacks grow bigger as he spoke and dreaded what it meant.

Reggie saw where Alyssa's eyes fell and smirked. He leaned forward and instructed his driver, "Take us somewhere private for a while first - you know where."

Reggie closed the dark, opaque window separating them from the chauffeur, leaned back and patted the leather seat next to him, "Come sit here next to me, baby."

Alyssa wanted to get out of the limo and flee, but somehow she controlled her impulse and perched herself beside him.

His arm reached around her shoulders and drew her into him. He grabbed her hand and dragged it to his penis, "It get hard a lot. Rub it for me a while, baby."

She did not want to touch him, but how could she get out of this? Fortunately, the alcohol relaxed her somewhat. She quietly ran her palm up and down the tremendous bulge in his slacks.

"Why don' you take it out and play with it?"

It was safer for her if it stayed in his pants. She tried to stall him, "No, not here and now, Reggie. Let's wait until later when we get back to your place."

"I told you it get hard a lot, baby. It hurt when it hard like this. You my girl and need to relieve it for me."

She hesitatingly unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his slacks and lowered his zipper. She opened his lose trousers and her fingers softly traced his cock through the tight silk fabric of his briefs. His briefs were the last barricade keeping his huge organ safely secured and tucked away. She looked up, as if imploring him with her beautiful blue eyes not to make her go further.

"Go on, take my cock out now and play with it. You gonna like it."

She would never like his nasty penis. She looked back down at the tremendous protuberance barely contained in his underwear. The material strained to hold all of him inside it. Her fingers followed up the outline of his shaft which reached the outer edge of his left hip. By touch she also determined the impression of his glans through the material.

There appeared no way to keep his organ incarcerated longer. She reluctantly pulled back the waistband of his briefs, reached inside them and released his gigantic black penis that with her help escaped captivity like an uncaged Python.

Her eyes widened. She was familiar with him from last night, yet she still held his gigantic black cock in disbelief.

"Go ahead and play with it now, baby. Start having fun with it."

There would never be anything 'fun' about touching his penis, she thought. But she did like something about how warm, hard, and smooth it felt in her hand - how his blood and very essence filled the huge organ.

The primitive portion of her brain interpreted the big size of his penis as greater strength and masculinity, while the evolved portion of her mind argued that more manliness did not make him a better man than Josh. But as she continued touching him, the primal part of her brain took over and she thought less about Josh. She took in the fragrance of Reggie's cologne as his penis began having an almost trance-like effect on her and she forgot about everything else.

Reggie's fingers gently passed through her soft golden hair, "Yeah, that's it, baby. You touching it real nice. You wanna kiss it a little?

She did not want to do any of this with him, she remembered. But she also recalled Sanchez warning her to stay with Reggie at all costs, until the drug deal went through and they arrested him. Alyssa began softly kissing his cock. Her kisses soon turned into licks and oral sex.

"Ah, oh yeah, baby. That feel real good."

His penis was so hard, he had to cum soon, Alyssa thought.

But Reggie possessed almost god-like self control. He relaxed and savored the sensations from Alyssa's mouth, giving her extra time to really appreciate his big black cock. It seemed like the longer he allowed her to perform oral sex on him, the more she liked doing it.

Alyssa noticed herself getting wet for some strange reason. She did not understand why her body reacted this way. She did not like this black thug at all, she thought.

"Okay, baby, that's good. You ready."

He suddenly pulled her off his cock by her hair and began French-kissing her.

Alyssa wondered for a moment what he meant by saying she was 'ready', and then he reached up her skirt and she suddenly understood what he meant. She felt his hand slide into her panties and pull them downward.

When she had released his cock from confinement, she had been drawn into playing a dangerous game with it. Now he was removing her bikini briefs — another obstacle keeping her sex safe from his monster penis taken away. She had to think of some way to stop him. "Mmm, no, mmm, no, let me finish sucking your cock."

He stretched her panties, almost tore them getting them off her.

All of this was a terrible mistake. Yes, she was giving him oral sex again, but somehow she had been coaxed into doing it. In her mind, giving him oral sex did not seem as bad as having intercourse with him. She did not want his cock in her pussy ever again. She was married to Josh. "Please, just let me suck your cock."

"I'm sorry but I gotta have your pussy, baby. You my girlfriend and you got me all hard."

"B-b-but I can't."

"Why not? I thought you my girlfriend?"

"I am."

Reggie knew all about Alyssa's situation and he continued leveraging it to get what he wanted from her. "I don't understand. You told me you loved me last night. Were you lying? Maybe you don't really love me at all. What kind of girlfriend gets a guy hard and doesn't let him finish with her? Do you know how much it hurts when it gets hard like this? Maybe we should just end things now if you gonna be this way."

She remembered Detective Sanchez' warning. Alyssa had to pretend she wanted to be his girlfriend. "I'm sorry, Reggie. I do love you. I'll help you finish. Just not that."

"But it's not working. I need to make love to you, Alyssa."

She did not know what to do. She wrestled with fear, confusion and excitement. She did not want to have sex with him ever again, but her options seemed limited. "Do you have a condom we can use?"

How could she ask him a question like that? She could not have sex with him again. She was married.

"I'm sorry but I didn't get any condoms. You my girlfriend. I thought we love each other. I don't use condoms with girls I love. I don't understand you. You let me have sex with you last night without using rubbers. Why the change?"

She did not really love Reggie, in fact she disliked him, but she could not tell him that. She had to stay with this black man and make sure the drug deal occurred as planned. Unfortunately, all this meant remaining his girlfriend. "It was different last night. I wasn't thinking clearly because of the Molly."

He was going to soften her up like a stubborn cut of meat in a pressure cooker. "Oh, now you're thinking clearly and you don't want me anymore? I see. You just using me to get some Molly. Well maybe I don't want to be used."

She quickly ran numbers in her head. She was not sure if she was ovulating yet. But she had to do something to keep him with her. How could things come to this? "That's not true. I'm not using you. I do love you. Okay, I guess if you really want to we can. But I could get pregnant."

He had her right where he wanted and wasted no time lifting her miniskirt up, "I'll pull out of you this time."

He pushed her legs apart and placed the head of her cock against her tight entrance.

He was moving too fast for Alyssa and she could not keep up with his arguments. She made another desperate attempt to stop him, "But you didn't pull out last night, Reggie. I really don't think this is a good idea. It's too risky."

His hands grabbed her hips, jerked her to the edge of the seat and pinned her there. "I told you I'll take it out — I promise."

Alyssa grabbed his shoulders tightly as his cock began its deep descent inside her. "No, ah, aah, ooh..."

"Baby, you real wet. You see how good that feels?"

Alyssa's mouth hung open. He had disregarded her every plea. He was inside her for a second night in a row. This was not suppose to happen again. But no matter what she said to him, somehow he overcame her objections and got his way with her...

The driver leaned against the side of their limousine, the end of his cigarette, like a lone firefly on a warm Summer night, glowing brighter as he took another drag in the darkness. He calmly watched the rippled reflection of the city's illuminated skyline in the gentle, distant waves of the Jackson River.

He had driven them some distance — across the bridge and outside the city to where they presently were parked. All sorts of things came through this old shipping port at one time, but now it was mostly deserted.

He felt the limo bounce from the passion inside it, and listened to Alyssa's moans of pleasure. His boss was always quite a ladies' man, but this girlfriend was by far the prettiest one yet, he thought.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, I'm cumming again," the girl cried.

Alyssa's fingernails dug into Reggie's back as he kissed her ears, fucked her with his fabulous black cock, and drove her wild.

"Okay, baby, let go now. You still want me to take it out, right? I'm going to cum soon."

They had been fucking for nearly two hours and he was finally ready to orgasm? After she had cum a dozen times and was almost ready to do so again?

Alyssa heavily panted and reluctantly released her embrace, "Okay, take it out."

She watched his black cock, so huge it departed her pussy in what seemed almost like slow motion. She instinctively took it in her hand and jerked on it for him.

"Ooh, you're cumming," she mewled, his penis covering her belly and tits with enough of its warm jism to put out a large fire.

"Oh, that feel real good, baby. Thank you. I love you."

"Oh, I love you too," Alyssa cooed, perhaps meaning it in the heat of that moment. The long wet shaft of his still firm penis slid through her hand, up and down against her clitoris as he finished ejaculating. He considerately made her cum once more and with him.

Her mind was in clouds as she looked up into his deep black eyes and released a final sigh of pleasure, her long white legs remaining wide open for him and hanging from the edge of the seat.

*******************

The din of city traffic, carried up from the many stories below them, grew louder as the predawn crept through slits in the blinds. Alyssa woke up in a comfortable bed, but not the one she had shared with Josh since marriage. Her arm rested across the muscular chest of an increasingly familiar man, but not the man she had loved, slept with since her teen years in high school and married. This was Reggie Johnson, a black man and violent drug dealer who thought she was his girlfriend. They had spent a second night together.

The bed was huge, much larger than her bed at home, yet they remained close together, in each other's arms when they belonged nowhere near each other. Alyssa lifted up the sheet covering them and confirmed what she already knew — that they were both naked. Reggie's penis looked hard again, but how could that be possible? She recalled with guilt how they had fucked most of the night without any protection.

Why did Josh not listen to her all those times when she had warned him about the dangers of growing pot in their house and begged him to stop? This was all his fault, she thought. She lowered the sheet and remained still, her hand returning to Reggie's chest and her head to the pillow. She wished there was some way to get out of this horrible mess her stupid husband had put them in.

Alyssa was tempted to call Detective Sanchez and beg one more time to get out of this. Alyssa did not want to remain an informant if it required fucking another man. However, Detective Sanchez had sternly instructed Alyssa not to contact her unless Alyssa's life was in immediate jeopardy or there was a change in Reggie's plans. Except for Detective Sanchez and the man she was in bed with now, Alyssa had blocked her phone to all other numbers.

Reggie's yawn interrupted Alyssa's thoughts, "Hey, baby, you have fun last night?"

Alyssa nodded hesitantly. He had made her cum more than she could remember, but it was not something she wanted to recall, nor was she proud of having done it with him.

Reggie smiled, his teeth brightly contrasting with his dark complexion. He pulled back the sheet covering them, "Look at my cock — it's hard again and my balls hurt. You keep making it that way, baby."

His penis appeared even larger and harder than a few minutes ago. He had orgasmed several times last night. How could he possibly have another erection? Alyssa knew what he wanted.

It pained her to keep betraying Josh like this. Her hand slid from Reggie's chest, down his rippling abs. Her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft. Perhaps she could just masturbate him this time and avoid more intercourse, she thought.

Her gentle tugs on his penis increasingly conveyed desire. She could not help it. The longer she played with his big black cock, the more she enjoyed touching it.

She moved down to his muscular stomach, her other hand began softly caressing his heavy balls. He said they ached; she just wanted to sooth them for him. She remembered how profusely his gigantic black penis had ejaculated — far more than she thought possible or had ever witnessed from Josh. Was her memory correct?

Reggie noted change in her technique, definite improvement. "Oh, baby, that feel so good."

She noticed herself getting wet again, like last night, only this time she had not been drinking. She became angry and disgusted with herself. She remembered she was married to Josh; Reggie was not really her boyfriend. He was a black thug. Why did her body keep behaving this way with him?

He sat up, grabbed her hands and removed them from his penis. "Okay, baby, let's get you on your hands and knees. I can't have all the fun."

She sat up, realizing where this was going again and that she could not keep doing this to Josh. She had to somehow stop having sex with Reggie. "No, it's okay, Reggie. I don't want to have have sex now; but I'll make you cum."

She tried touching his penis again, but he pushed her hands away from it.

"What you mean you don't want sex? I love you and wanna be inside you."

She looked down in embarrassment to avoid his eyes. "I know, Reggie, but I can't."

He put his fingers beneath her chin and gently raised her face to look at him:

"Why you keep saying that? I thought we straightened this out last night. I thought we love each other. Why you keep getting this way? I'm beginning to think you really don't wanna be my girlfriend and are just using me."

"No, that's not true, Reggie. I really love you. I'd do anything for you. But I'm afraid of getting pregnant."

Perhaps she was fearful of getting pregnant, but Reggie also knew she was married. It would be nice to send her home with a black baby in her belly for her husband to know the 'sacrifice' she made as a police informant to keep his white ass out of jail:

"Baby, you been using that excuse with me for two nights. You can't be ovulating that long. Now get up on your hands and knees for me or we ending this now and you can go get your Molly from someone else. I can't take this no more. You keep getting me all hard and then don't wanna let me fuck you. It ain't right, especially since you my girlfriend and we both know how much you love my big black cock."

Was that true? Was she starting to like big black cock and actually becoming his girlfriend?

Reggie saw sorrow in Alyssa's face as she slowly assumed position on her hands and knees for him. He knew her sadness was over her husband, but he intended to change that.

His hands landed on her hips and guided her ass upward. "Okay baby, raise your ass up more. Yeah, that's nice like that." He took a moment to appreciate her gorgeous figure in this incredibly sexy position.

In disgrace Alyssa stuck her ass out provocatively for him to mount her. She felt familiar pressure and winced, her vaginal labia stretching around the head of his penis. Her hands dug into the mattress and formed tight fists as she felt him enter further into her quivering flesh. "Oh, oh, ah, ooh, no..."

"Why you saying 'no'? You soaking wet, baby. Oh, yeah, I'm almost all the way in." His hands firmly held her hips and slowly drew her closer to him. He entered her warm wet slit fully and paused, giving her anatomy time to adjust. "See how good big black cock feels?"

"Oh, God," Alyssa moaned with him fully inside her, his thick cock stretching her open, penetrating so deeply into her.

Reggie looked down at her cute pink asshole. He admired how wet and shiny his cock became as it drove in and out of her pussy. "Yeah, you like getting that big black cock, don't ya? Tell me how much ya like it and love me, baby."

Her cries contained a mixture of sorrow and pleasure. "I love you and your big black cock, Reggie."

She may have been faithfully married to some white guy, but now she was going to fuck a big black cock an awful lot to avoid prison, Reggie thought. "Keep telling me how much you love to fuck big black cock, baby."

The words seemed to sting her tongue as she said them, "Oh, I love you, Reggie, and I love fucking your big black cock."

He watched how her pink labia, glistening with moisture, followed the motion of his dark shaft like a tightly fitting sleeve almost pulled inside out when removed from an arm, "That's a good girl. I love you too and I love your tight little pussy, baby. Now keep telling me how good it feels."

She began fucking him back as her orgasm approached. "Oh, oh, oh, it feels good. It's so big. Oh, god, oh, god, oh god, I'm going to cum..."

*************

They had finished dinning at a very expensive restaurant. With Reggie's arm around Alyssa's shoulder, they strolled down the crowded street. The bright lights and roaring traffic of the city concealed the darkness of evening and seemed to prolong daytime indefinitely. He stopped in front of a store, the glass window filled with resplendent jewels. "Let's check this place out, baby."

It was Tiffany & Co., a very expensive jewelry store. Huge diamond rings on each of Reggie's hands and a thick gold chain around his neck already advertised his tremendous success and wealth. What else could he possible wish to wear? Alyssa wondered as they entered.

He brought her over to the engagement rings. "You see anything you like, baby?"

The sparkles called her eyes — big beautiful diamonds, and so many of them. "Oh, look at this one. It's really pretty. I've never seen a diamond that big before."

A distinguished looking gentleman wearing a blue pinstriped suit quietly made his way to them behind the display case. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Oh, no thank you. We're just looking," Alyssa replied.

Reggie placed his finger on the glass over the ring Alyssa had been eyeing. It was a three diamond platinum engagement ring — a four carat oval cut diamond in the center with one carat pear cut diamonds on each side of it. "Don't pay no attention to her. Can we see this ring."

The man's aged hand touched on each of the rings on display until landing on the one Alyssa had showed Reggie.

"That's it," Reggie said like a kid snagging that special one of many fish in a pet store aquarium. The elderly jeweler pulled the ring from the black velvet ring holder and brought it out for them. He handed it to Alyssa.

Her eyes widened as she studied it under the light. "Wow, look at it. It's so huge and pretty."

"Try it on," Reggie encouraged, slipping it on her wedding finger. Pale outlines from the modest wedding band and engagement ring she had recently shed momentarily visible, an uncomfortable reminder of her marriage quickly obscured by this bigger and better piece of jewelry.

By strange coincidence, it fit her finger perfectly, like it was made for her. "That's weird — it fits."

"I guess it's meant for you, baby."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm buying it for you. You my girl, right?"

"Well, yeah, but it's an engagement ring. I can't commit to that yet. I only met you three nights ago."

"What you mean you can't commit? You already my girl and all I know is that you the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You way more dazzling than that ring on your finger. You mine now and you gonna wear that ring."

Reggie turned to the jeweler who stood silently watching with his hands cupped over one another in front of him like an undertaker at a funeral service. "We gonna take the ring."

"A fine choice, sir. Those are excellent stones, nearly flawless. I'll provide you with the certifications."

Alyssa's mouth hung open with an urgent speechlessness as Reggie slipped the ring from her finger and handed it back to the jeweler to purchase. She needed to say something soon to stop him from buying her that ring. She was already married to someone else.

The jeweler read the price on the tiny tag attached to the piece. "It's on sale for $110,000 this week. It's regularly $200,000."

One-hundred-and-ten-thousand dollars was more than Josh made in three years as a teacher!

Reggie whipped out his billfold from his sports jacket. "Sounds like a good deal to me. What you think, Alyssa?"

"Huh?" Alyssa asked taking her eyes away from the ring, as if suddenly returning from a daydream.

"You think it's a good deal?"

"I don't know. I mean I think we should wait. That's too much money."

"No, I think you really beautiful and you gonna have beautiful things. You like it, it fits you and it's on sale. So I'm getting it for you."

Alyssa wanted to argue with him, but she had to maintain the charade of being his girlfriend. Besides, why should she not be compensated in some way for the sacrifice she was making? she began to rationalize.

Reggie's overwhelming generosity, like the sparkles from the brilliant diamonds, began blinding her to how entangled with him she became the longer they remained together. She held her hand in the air and looked up in awe at the new ring on her finger. "Oh, it's beautiful, Reggie. Thank you so much."

"I love you, baby. You gonna show me how much you love me when we get home?"

Of course a gift like this required something in return, she realized. And that 'something' was her. Yet as much as she had tried to avoid it, she had to put out for Reggie anyway it seemed, so she might as well profit from it some. Her hands reached around his neck and she kissed him.

Alyssa smiled and hesitated a moment. It was definitely wrong, yet Reggie somehow made a tiny crack in her armor, reached her heart and planted a seed of affection. He bought her this unbelievable engagement ring that dwarfed everything her husband had ever given to her. Whatever this incredible black man wanted seemed to become his, including her.

This roll she played as Reggie's girlfriend inched closer to becoming reality the longer she remained with him. His ring was another component added to this recipe for romance, their growing sexual compatibility the main ingredient making it tastier.

"Yes," Alyssa finally replied with inappropriate anticipation, aware of how her body responded to his huge black cock and her pussy already getting wet.

They arrived at his penthouse later that night, the time to thank Reggie and once more confirm her love for him at hand. She lied nude in the soft silk sheets on the edge of his bed, her new diamond engagement ring sparkling as she held his thick heavy cock and guided it into her wet pussy. She felt him opening her up again. "Oh, Reggie, oh, oh, ah, does it feel good?"

"Oh yeah, baby. You like big black cock?"

"Oh," Alyssa replied, staring into is black eyes as his penis filled her. "It's so big and hard. Oh, it feels good."

She hugged him, "Thank you for my ring. Oh, oh, oh, I love you, Reggie."

"I love you too, baby. You want me to pull out this time?"

She knew her behavior was wrong, but she decided to forget about Josh for now. Reggie had been so nice to her and his huge cock felt exceptionally good tonight. "No, I want you to cum inside me."

Her response surprised him, "You sure, baby?"

"Uh-huh," Alyssa moaned, her embrace tightening and her wet pussy throbbing around his cock.

"You know I gonna always take care of you no matter what."

In their passion she believed him.

************

An overcast afternoon filled the living room with a depressing shade of grey. Alyssa's heart pounded in her chest. Thirty seconds remained in her workout on Reggie's elliptical and her legs ran even harder. Air rushed in and out of her lungs, her cheeks glowed red with blood flowing through them, and droplets of sweat dripped from her face.

The elliptical machine entered cool down mode, the resistance on it diminished until the welcomed end of Alyssa's long, hard workout arrived.

It had been a good workout for Alyssa and when she finally got off the elliptical, every muscle in her body expressed gratitude and relief that today's exercise was over. She grabbed Reggie's towel, hanging over one of the handles on his weight machine, and wiped the sweat from her face.

Alyssa's cute round ass looked incredibly appetizing in the black Lyrca exercise pants she wore. Her black sports bra made her perky tits equally appealing. She heard Reggie and turned toward him. "Oh, hi, when did you get back?"

"Just walked in. See you keeping that perfect little body in great shape for me."

Alyssa managed a slight smile as she caught her breath from her workout, rivulets of sweat still running down her firm stomach as she finished toweling her neck dry. "Yeah, just for you, Reggie," she replied pertly.

During the weeks she had stayed with Reggie he had diligently worked on her. He secretly knew her predicament and exploited that knowledge, initially pressuring Alyssa into having frequent sex while she remained ignorant of how he played her.

But as days passed Alyssa required less convincing from him. She had learned, albeit reluctantly, to acquiesce to her new black boyfriend's almost constant need for affection.

She came up to him and began softly rubbing his cock through the fine wool fabric of his slacks.

"Baby, you trying to get me hard now?"

Her blue eyes looked seductively into his as she continued rubbing his hardening penis through his trousers, "Do you want to help me take a shower?"

"Baby, you know I love bathing you, but I have to go meet someone now about the Molly we getting for you tomorrow."

Alyssa had almost forgotten about Detective Sanchez and the Molly.

She pulled her hand away from his penis. It had been a month since she had any contact with Josh or Detective Sanchez and now she felt confused. No one had stopped Reggie from touching her inappropriately day-after-day and giving her intimately pleasurable feelings she was only supposed to share with someone she loved.

After weeks of pretending to be Reggie's girlfriend — and doing all those intimate things with him that a real girlfriend does to satisfy her new boyfriend's insatiable appetite for love — Alyssa began believing the deception she had been living with Reggie. She started bonding with him.

She had discovered life with Reggie was far better than with Josh. Reggie gave her more of everything. Even his bigger diamond engagement ring replaced and greatly exceeded Josh's modest engagement ring on her finger, symbolic of what Reggie had done to her in bed with his immensely larger penis.

Forced to be with him for over a month, this big strong black man did more than give her countless orgasms, he had opened her up and captured her affections. "I don't want the Molly anymore, Reggie. Please don't go tomorrow. Something bad might happen. Let's do something else together instead."

Reggie smiled. He loved her. But she held no clue of what he had been doing to her all this time — how the only person she deceived was herself by letting him seduce her. He had stolen this faithful young wife from her husband. Another beautiful white woman rightfully converted to superior black cock. Alyssa was now his. "You sure about this, baby?"

Alyssa recalled the consequences if the plan failed. Detective Sanchez had promised to send her and Josh to prison. Alyssa still loved Josh, but now she loved Reggie too. How could she do this to either of them?

Alyssa turned away. "I don't know, Reggie. I guess I still want to get the Molly. But I don't know what to do. I'm afraid of those other drug dealers and what might happen to you if something goes wrong and you get caught."

She faced him again, her eyes watery. "I don't want to go with you if you decide to get it, alright?"

Reggie saw she was torn between him and her husband and that she feared going to prison herself. He wished he could console her, but he could not confide what he knew.

This was going to be difficult for her, but at some time all of us lose people we love. Her wound would heal. He held her in his arms. "Don't say anything else, baby. I promise everything gonna be okay. I gotta go out for a little while. But I'll be back a little later, okay?"

"Oh, Reggie, hold me. You don't understand..."

He interrupted her. "Shush, I told you not to say anything else. I'm Reggie Johnson, and nothing bad ever happens to me or to people I love. Don't you worry none, baby. I'll be back a little later to finish making love to you."

She wanted to believe him even though her gut told her something was about to go terribly wrong.

*******

Around the same time Reggie held Alyssa in his arms, Detective Sanchez stood in Lieutenant Barnes' office, arguing to keep her investigation alive.

"Look, all I know is Chief Reynolds wants this investigation ended," Lieutenant Barnes told Sanchez, light reflecting off the top of his shiny, almost completely bald head as he sat behind his desk with a stack of papers in front of him.

Sanchez spent countless hours in pursuit of Reggie Johnson and his associates. This was her big opportunity; but for some odd reason, her superiors suddenly wanted to shut everything down just as she came within striking distance. "But the transaction is going down tomorrow night, Lieutenant. This is our chance to clean up this city and put Johnson, Greeman and all their dirtbag gang members away."

"Luther Greeman hates Reggie Johnson. They're rivals. Why would he start supplying him with product when he's got a good relationship with Daryl Mason's gang? The case is closed, detective. That'll be all."

Sanchez left Lt. Barnes' office with a scowl on her face. She was too close to let these dirt-bag drug dealers slither away from her now. Johnson must have reached some kind of agreement to work with Greeman, Sanchez figured. Why else would her informant tell her they were meeting tomorrow night?

Sanchez almost forgot about her pretty little informant who provided her with this information. It had been a month since she contacted Alyssa, but word on the street was that Johnson had been holed up in his penthouse fucking the brains out of his new girlfriend, some young white girl — a really cute blonde who fit Alyssa's description perfectly.

Alyssa proved perfect bait to keep Johnson distracted and off his game. Like all men, Johnson thought too much with his penis, Sanchez mused. The bigger the prick, the more it clouded judgement, and rumor was that Reggie Johnson had an enormous cock. Detective Sanchez decided to stake out the warehouse the following night by herself to get proof of Greeman's and Johnson's illegal dealings.

Detective Noyse saw his old partner angrily slam her locker closed. "What's up Sanchez? You look pissed about something?"

"Chief Reynolds just shut down my investigation of Reggie Johnson! Can you believe it?"

Noyse shook his head without comment.

"There's something going down tomorrow night at the old Furman Warehouse. My informant tells me Johnson is getting a supply of Ecstasy from Luther Greeman. I'm going there anyway to stake it out. You want in?"

Noyse was surprised Reggie Johnson had been so careless. He had warned Reggie about Alyssa. "You're crazy. Let it go. Without any backup they'll kill you if they find out you're there."

Sanchez squinted her fury-filled eyes and pursed her lips. "Fine, I'll do it by myself. Just don't tell anyone else around here about it, okay?"

Noyse shook his head again before walking away. "Suit yourself, but you're going to get yourself killed."

*********

The two cars sat alone in the parking lot of the abandoned shipyard, the sky overcast and a few lights from the city skyline across the river visible through the blurry haze of an approaching storm as evening neared.

It started raining just before Detective Noyse hopped into Reggie's limo. He brushed the droplets of water from his sleeve after he shut the door.

"Whatcha got for me?" Reggie asked.

"Sanchez knows about your transaction tomorrow night with Greeman. The chief stopped the investigation, but Sanchez is planning a stakeout on her own.

"I warned you about that girl you're fucking. She's an informant and she's married. You better call your meeting off or Sanchez is putting you and Greeman in prison for a long time."

Reggie expected Alyssa to give Sanchez that information, but he thought Chief Reynolds had better control of his officers. "I don't know what you're talking about, Noyse. I'm not meeting Luther tomorrow night. You sure you got your facts straight?"

Noyse looked at Reggie incredulously. "I don't know what your angle is, Reggie. I'm just warning you that Sanchez is staking the place out. I'm on your payroll, remember? You want to deny everything, that's fine. But I think it's time you quit thinking with your cock. The girl may be beautiful, but she ratted on you, which serves you right for fucking a married woman in the first place. If you go through with your meeting tomorrow night, your little drug empire will crumble."

Reggie rolled his eyes up at the detective. "Okay, whatever man." He handed him the usual thick envelope. "Here, go get yourself laid. You'll feel better."

Noyse departed Reggie's limo, the rain pouring down harder sounded like the roar of applause as it landed in the murky river. Reggie thought about his plan a moment as Detective Noyse's car pulled away. Things could work out even better this way.

On the way back to his high-rise, Reggie's limo stopped at a convenience store where he purchased another prepaid cell phone. He went through a lot of these cheap, disposable phones so legal authorities could not track his business dealings.

Reggie's chauffeur met him outside the convenience store and held an umbrella over his head to shield Reggie from an onslaught of rain. With this stormy weather, Reggie looked forward to spending yet another night in his warm bed with Alyssa.

His chauffeur closed the door as Reggie settled into the cool leather seat in back of the limousine. Reggie chuckled proudly to himself at how quickly he had gotten a happily married woman hooked on big black cock. Alyssa was definitely addicted to it now, and to him, as much as he was addicted to white pussy, and to her. Nothing could ever remove the lustful desire he planted inside her. They had shared the most powerful drug of all and the veriest high with each other many times over. Too bad Detective Sanchez was such a cunt, otherwise he would thank her for sending him Alyssa.

******

The following evening Reggie left Alyssa alone in his penthouse. They did not discuss where he was going, although she assumed it was to meet that Luther fellow for the supply of Molly. She gazed out the window of his condominium, through a blurry veil of rain, at a grey city, the remnants of day fading into darkness and tiny streams of water running down the other side of the tall panes of glass in front of her like tears down a sad face.

Reggie was somewhere out there. Alyssa wanted to believe everything would be okay like he said, but she knew better. Part of her was happy that all of this would soon be over and she would be free to return to Josh. After all, she was married to him. But in denial about it, a bigger part of her was going to miss Reggie.

The unfaithful things she did with Reggie — the wonderful way his huge black penis felt inside her, how good he tasted, his special touch that sent her to heaven — would need to remain secrets never shared with Josh or anyone else for the rest of her life. Alyssa fixated on her phone's dark, empty screen in her hand. She flirted again with unblocking it. Not quite yet, she told herself. It would be like opening an electronic version of Pandora's Box.

The temptation had dogged her for over a month; but releasing in front of Reggie the unexplainable avalanche of text messages and voicemails, many from her husband that had likely accumulated, prevented her from doing it. Reggie had either been with her or nearby almost constantly. Even when he was away, it was usually not for very long. They spent so much time together, too much of it making inappropriate, yet unbelievable love. Unblocking her phone had not seemed like the smart thing to do; and besides, Detective Sanchez had warned her not to have any contact with anyone she knew. And isolation from everyone in her life except Reggie only intensified Alyssa's attachment to him.

Alyssa waited for confirmation from Detective Sanchez that Reggie was under arrest before unblocking her phone. She expected that text or call to come any moment.

*******

Rumbles of thunder intermittently drowned out the patter of rain against the metal warehouse. Sanchez ducked behind some crates, a couple of big grey rats with red, beady eyes scurrying across the top of them. She took pictures with her iPhone of Luther Greeman waiting with his men. Daryl Mason arrived a few minutes later with a few of his gang members. But where was Reggie Johnson? she wondered. She took pictures as the two gang leaders spoke.

"You hear from Johnson?" Luther asked.

Reggie Johnson had been their competitor for years; but recently a tenuous truce dividing the rivaling gangs along negotiated borders allowed them to operate somewhat peacefully within the confines of their own territory. "Nope, fuck that nigger. I don't like him anyway. Let's get this done without him," Daryl replied.

While Sanchez caught the dealers exchanging drugs and money on her phone's camera, Reggie directed his limo driver by the old warehouse. A bolt of lightning formed silver veining in the evening sky. In the brief flash Reggie spotted Luther Greeman's and Daryl Mason's cars parked outside in the pouring rain. "Okay, keep going," Reggie told his driver. "I just wanted to check on something."

As they pulled away, Reggie used the prepaid cell phone he had purchased yesterday evening to send a text message to Luther Greeman.

Luther Greeman's phone signaled the receipt of a text message. It was from a number he did not recognize.

"Somebody ratted on us. Not coming. Narc in warehouse."

Luther looked up from his phone. "Holy shit, I think this is from Johnson. Somebody ratted on us. There's a fucking narc here somewhere."

"Shit, cover those fuckin' doors," Daryl yelled.

Sanchez panicked. She had to get out of the warehouse before these thugs found her. She started running for the door.

Daryl signaled to his homeboys, "There —get 'er." He pointed to Detective Sanchez slaloming between crates, trying to elude them — attempting to reach the exit before they closed it off.

Somebody fired their gun and Detective Sanchez fell to the ground. Her phone flew from her hand and slid beneath a pallet without anyone seeing it.

"Holy fuckin' shit," Luther repeated as the black gangsters gathered around the dead body of Detective Sanchez lying in a pool of her own blood. All became silent save the downpour of rain outside growing louder.

************

After almost two hours of waiting, the screen on Alyssa's phone remained dark and its ringer silent. The time of the supposed drug deal came and went without a word from Detective Sanchez — no call, no text. Then the doorknob to Reggie's penthouse rattled. The cavalry was here to get her. Alyssa anticipated Detective Sanchez on the other side, here in person to inform her this was all over, to thank Alyssa for her valuable service, and to take her home to Josh.

She was poleaxed when Reggie entered instead, no handcuffs around his wrists and no Detective Sanchez accompanied by a covey of uniformed police officers.

"Hi, what happened? Everything okay?" She thought their time together was finished; their illicit sexual affair over. She wondered what happened to Detective Sanchez.

She would have little time to ponder Detective Sanchez' fate. The tell-tale bulge that looked like a poorly concealed roll of cookie dough appeared in Reggie's pants.

"Yea, everything's fine, baby. No Molly though. Didn't go to the meeting. I thought about everything you said the other night and decided maybe it wasn't a good idea."

What had she done? All this for nothing, her marriage likely ruined by an interracial affair? How could she stupidly fall in love with a black drug dealer and suggest he not go through with the drug deal that would free her and Josh? She was a married woman and now Josh and her would surely go to prison.

Reggie could almost read her thoughts on her disquieted face. He took her in his arms and tried calming her without spilling what he knew about her situation. "Why you look so upset? I thought you didn't want me to get the Molly for you this time because you was scared. Everything's gonna be okay, baby. I promise. I'll get you some more Molly soon. There's another big shipment coming in two weeks."

She began crying. "That's not it, Reggie. You don't understand. I'm not good for you. I'm not good for anyone." She wanted to explain everything to him, but she could not. She did not want to do this to him, but it was either him or them. Things could still be salvaged with Detective Sanchez. Reggie said he could get more Molly soon. Surely Detective Sanchez would wait a little bit longer, Alyssa hoped. He took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants that demanded her attention and she knew what to do.

A good fuck was going to take her mind off all her worries tonight, Reggie thought.

In his king size bed, stripped down to her bikini briefs, Alyssa sucked on his big black cock again as rain poured outside his bedroom window. The weeks had slipped by, like water through the palms in her hands, without any contact from Josh, Detective Sanchez or anyone else she knew. She had spent weeks as Reggie's girlfriend, fucking him passionately - sometimes multiple times daily - without barrier protection (or any type of protection for that matter), performing oral sex on him and receiving oral sex from him. The pretense of love she constantly maintained dinned affection for him into her. The longer they shared intimacy, the less she longed for Josh.

Still no call or text from Detective Sanchez.

"Mmm, oh, mmm, uh-huh," Alyssa moaned sucking his big black cock, trying to make him cum. She ran her tongue up his shaft as if licking an ice-cream cone. She twirled her tongue over his smooth sensitive glans and around its ridge to maximize the pleasure he received. "Oh, Reggie, mmm, your cock is so big."

"Oh, yeah, that feel real nice, girl"

She sucked on it again, his pre-cum filling her mouth with his unique taste, familiar and one she learned to prefer to her husband.

"You like 'em big and black now, huh, baby?"

"Mmm, oh, it's getting so hard." She finished answering his question about liking them big and black by pulling off her panties for him.

He turned off the lights.

Did she really love him or did she just love having sex with him? There was such a fine line separating the two and when they fucked, she seemed to cross over it. She never wanted something like this to happen. How did a black man, a drug dealer and a thug, do this to her — make her enjoy sex with him and also toy with her emotions? Her arms wrapped around Reggie's neck and she passionately kissed him as he entered her.

His gigantic black cock entirely filled her with his presence. "Ah, ah, ah," she chirruped. "Ooh, Reggie, you're so deep inside me." She stared into darkness, her eyes adjusting to it and searching for his dark brown eyes in dimness from the city lights filtering through their bedroom window as he fucked her. Something about him made her feel safe and secure, like everything would work out fine. It always did with him. "Oh, oh, oh my god. You feel so good inside me. I'm cumming." Her fingers dug into the hard muscles in his back.

"Oh, baby you so wet and your pussy feel so silky. I'm going to cum too."

"You should take it out this time. I might be ovulating," she said, hoping he would not hear her or at least ignore her. They should have been using condoms, but Reggie had refused to wear them. Now the drive to reproduce made her forget that the last thing she needed was an unwanted pregnancy, an illegitimate black baby. She felt just the very start of his ejaculation inside her, and then her body experienced disappointment with the unexpected departure of his penis, her pelvis unconsciously rising to stay with him, to keep him inside her just a little longer, despite the possible consequences. His cock left the party, but perhaps already a bit too late.

After the head of his cock escaped the tight grasp of her vaginal labia, a mixture of their silky secretions formed a fine thread between their genitals, that briefly glistened in a sudden flash of lighting, like a single strand of spider web covered with a morning dew. His huge black cock continued its fusillade of warm negro cum as she reached down, softly held his firm shaft, and felt the volleys land on her belly and breasts, his penis pulsating like a beating heart in her palm.

He placed his hand around her's as she gently tugged on him, and guided her to rub the head of his penis on her swollen clitoris, her pussy undulating as she came again, this time with him. "That's it, baby. Don't that feel good there like that?"

She arched her back beneath him, squeezed his cock tighter. Strong wind pelted the rain against their bedroom window, and in darkness flashes of lighting made her appear ghostly. "Ooh, oh, oh Reggie. Oh god, yes. Ooooh, it feels incredible."

They slowly ceased stroking her clitoris with the glans of his penis as she relaxed, her hand ultimately relinquishing its grasp. "I love you, baby," he told her.

"Oh, I love you too, Reggie. Their lips met; their tongues explored each other's mouths. Her arms slid around his back and she hugged him, the rumbling thunder becoming more distant but the rain still falling outside.

*****************

Several days later Alyssa woke in Reggie's arms as in previous mornings. Brilliant sunlight seeping between cracks in the blinds suggested she had slept late after spending much of the night making love with him again, taking his huge black cock inside her. Days had passed since the Molly deal fell through, yet she had not heard a word from Detective Sanchez.

Alyssa slid away from Reggie and out of their bed. She had always worn pajamas to sleep, but that was in the past with Josh, and she acquired the habit of sleeping nude with Reggie. She stood staring at Reggie's handsome black body a moment, her hand running down her flat tummy and feeling the crusty residue of his dried semen on her smooth skin. She had more sex with Reggie than she ever did with Josh, and last night was no exception.

Last night they had fucked a good, long time before going to sleep. And in the middle of the night, he woke her with his penis hard again and wanting to relieve another erection. "It hurts real bad baby. You know I can't sleep unless you help me get rid of it. Get on top this time and put my cock in your pussy."

It seemed like a recurring dream. "Okay, Reggie," she had said, somnolently climbing on top of him, guiding his big black penis into her wet vagina. "Ooh, does that feel better?" she asked, her pussy pumping up and down, trying to make him ejaculate to relieve another one of his painful hard-ons.

His hands had tightly gripped her firm buttocks, spreading them apart. "Yeah, baby. It's starting to feel better. Keep moving your pussy like that and tell me how much you like fucking my big black cock."

"Oh, Reggie, I love fucking your big black cock," she cried, awakening more from the current of energy now flowing between them. "It fills me up and feels so good inside me."

She fucked him faster and took his penis deeper inside her.

"Oh, baby, don't stop. I'm gonna cum real soon," he bellowed.

She was never really certain of her ovulation cycle, but she thought her fertile period had probably ended, not realizing that he had already impregnated her several nights ago when he withdrew just a little too late. "Ooh, Reggie, cum for me. Ooh, ooh, uh-huh, that's it. Oh, yes, uh-huh. I want your black cock to cum in my pussy." She pressed her cheek into his shoulder while her hands wandered over the big hard muscles in his chest. She felt the familiar tension in his body build. He held her tightly to him as her pussy continued rising up and sliding down his long, thick pole — his shiny, wet black cock.

But Reggie held back until she came first a few times, her cries for him to cum growing higher while her pussy throbbed uncontrollably on his penis. "Oh, Reggie, cum for me."

"I'm gonna cum real soon," he kept reassuring her, allowing her orgasms to become stronger, stoking the flame in her loins and feeding it more fuel, making it burn hotter and brighter for him.

"Ah, ah, ah, oh god, oh god, oh god, ooh, Reggie. Oh, I'm cumming. Cum for me Reggie."

"Ah, baby, oh yeah. I'm cumming too." His huge penis and her tight wet pussy formed a throbbing duet that pulsated together in perfect harmony, his cock copiously filling her with more of his fecund negro seed. Fortunately, her fertile period had passed a few days earlier, because she was too aroused to interrupt the magical exchange, the music occurring between them, their bodies synchronized in total pleasure.

"Ooh, that's it, Reggie, uh-huh." Her fingers softly ran through the short nappy hair on top his head. "Is the pain all gone? Does it feel better now?"

"Uh-huh, baby. Thank you."

"Okay, go back to sleep now, honey" she whispered. She kissed him on the lips, her palm softly exploring his burly chest and his tiny erect nipple that felt like a pebble. She lowered her check on his shoulder, his black penis so large that even though it slowly turned flaccid, it remained in her pussy for a long time.

They had fallen back to sleep in each others arms, she now realized.

Alyssa yawned after musing about their sexual activities the previous night, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. Reggie, Josh, and Detective Sanchez were all on her mind this morning. She wondered what would happen to Reggie once Detective Sanchez arrested him. How long would he go to prison? Could she secretly visit him there, perhaps, while Josh was at work? Reggie would probably hate her and not want to see her ever again, she sadly thought.

Alyssa also wondered if she could ever love Josh the same way she did before all this happened? She still cared for Josh, but was he even capable of satisfying her sexually the way Reggie could? The thought of all she had done with Reggie filled her with guilt. She fucked a black drug dealer, a thug, and had a salacious interracial affair with him. But she did it to keep Josh and herself out of jail, she reminded herself. And there was more to love than just sex and money and laughter and all the other things she found so fascinating and alluring about Reggie.

But sex seemed to be an important part of love and the part of it that Reggie gave to her in such great abundance. Josh lacked Reggie's stamina and simply could never match Reggie's capabilities due to his small size, which Alyssa never appreciated until she had felt Reggie.

Anything she wanted, Reggie provided to her without slightest hesitation, unlike Josh. She admired Reggie's engagement ring on her finger. Its obnoxiously huge diamonds sparkled wildly in the morning sunlight, seemingly in agreement with her thoughts.

But what happened to Detective Sanchez, the orchestrator of Alyssa's difficult situation, and when would Alyssa hear from her again? It seemed like the longer Alyssa stayed with Reggie the stronger her crush on him became. It had been several days since the botched drug deal. She should have heard something from Detective Sanchez by now.

It had also been days, perhaps even a week, since Alyssa read, watched, or heard the news, so she scrolled through the News App on her phone, the temptation to unblock numbers briefly calling to her before she put that bad idea back to bed. Suddenly she came across a worrisome headline: Phone of Missing Detective Feared Dead Found.

"Police found the cell phone of Detective Juanita Sanchez, 39, on Friday. Sanchez had not reported for duty all week after leaving from work on October 16th..."

Reggie wandered from their bedroom naked, his huge black cock hanging from him pendulously while Alyssa's back was towards him. He admired her beautiful hour-glass figure and firm shapely ass as she stood nude in the kitchen intently reading something on her phone. "Oh my God!" he heard her cry.

She dropped her phone on the hard tile floor, shattering its screen.

He ran up to her, picked up the phone and took her in his arms. "What's the matter, baby?"

She began to cry, rivers of tears gushing from her eyes down her cheeks, as if a huge dam had suddenly opened. "Something awful has happened, Reggie, and it's all my fault."

There naked bodies touched, and even though he wanted sex with her, especially now with his cock pushing against her soft white skin, he could not act on that impulse while she was in her present condition. "What is it?"

"I can't tell you."

Reggie looked at the fractured screen on her phone, a jigsaw puzzle of glass, and read the article. "Did you know this detective, Alyssa?" he asked.

She quickly nodded her head, her lips quivering.

"Alyssa, you can tell me about it. You got to believe me. We done too much together for anything to ever come between us, baby. Nothing you did will ever make me mad at you or make me stop loving you. I promise."

She could not continue lying to him any more. It did not matter anyway. Detective Sanchez was dead. Alyssa knew it. She buried her face in Reggie's chest as he gently held her in his big muscular arms, and she confessed everything to him between her sobs.

Later that afternoon Alyssa had packed her few belongings in her suitcase and prepared to leave Reggie's luxurious penthouse forever. "I'm so sorry about everything Reggie. You must hate me now."

"I could never hate you, Alyssa. I know you didn't have a choice, and you came clean about it anyway. I still love you and you don't have to leave."

She removed his beautiful engagement ring from her finger. (She loved that ring and regretted parting with it, but how could she ever explain it to Josh?)

She placed the ring in Reggie's palm and gently closed his fingers around it. "I love you too, Reggie, but I'm married and I have to go back to Josh. I shouldn't have done this to you." She released his balled-up hand, reached in the front pocket of her bluejeans and withdrew her wedding band and the real engagement ring Josh had given to her several years ago. She slipped them on her finger where Reggie's much larger stone had substituted until a moment ago.

"Baby, I know you don't want this. Please don't go."

"I do want it, Reggie. I got carried away with everything and fell in love with you, but I still love Josh too, and I'm married to him. I have to go back to him. I can't do this with you anymore. This entire situation is all fucked up. Josh and I will be going to prison soon anyway."

He grabbed her tightly and passionately kissed her one last time, neither of them realizing that a few days ago new life had begun in her womb.

"Mmph, oh, Reggie, no, mmmm, I can't — mmmmmm..." At first she pushed against him, then her hands, with their delicate touch, once more surveyed the big, hard muscles in his chest and back. For a few moments she gave in to the kiss and the magic it contained, then she pulled away.

"Alyssa, I'll always love you. If you change your mind or ever need anything, I'm here for you."

"I know, Reggie. I'll always love you too."

*******************

The Uber driver let Alyssa out of his vehicle at the street curb in front of her house and sped away to pick up his next passenger. She walked up her driveway, her suitcase in tow. Having lived in the city with Reggie for the past month, it seemed unusual without the roaring traffic's boom this time of day. The silence was lonely.

She noticed how the trees in her yard cast longer shadows across the lawn than when she had left here over a month ago, their formerly green leaves now a lovely cornucopia of different colors.

It was still Summer the last time she saw Josh. Now it was Autumn, another season had passed, a new school year had begun. The change in season was far less evident from Reggie's urban high rise. She assumed Josh was teaching again this year, but for how much longer remained in question. It was late afternoon and he would return from work soon.

She reached the front door and entered the house. Things were much as she remembered them, but it no longer felt like her home inside. It looked like Josh did very little housekeeping during her absence. The bed unmade, dishes in the kitchen sink unwashed and piled high, his dirty laundry on the floor, a layer of dust forming on their wooden furniture.

Alyssa sat in the living room, in the worn armchair they had purchased from a thrift store over a year ago, and finally got around to unblocking her phone. A thin adhesive screen protector held her phone's cracked screen together and prevented her from slicing her fingers on it. The the cracks on the broken screen resembled a web-like pattern spun by a spider.

If electronic devices could have seizures, her poor, injured phone was now in one, pinging and buzzing with all the texts and voicemails she had neglected that accumulated for over a month like the U.S. Deficit. Having little interest in Josh's crazed messages or much else at present, she set her phone on the threadbare armrest until its convulsions ended.

She quietly sat and pondered their woes. She had tried to do the right thing by becoming a police informant and befriending Reggie Johnson, but accomplished little it seemed other than injure her marriage, perhaps mortally. Their situation was precarious at best. As of yet, she had no contact with the police and no idea about the status of their drug charges.

Her phone silenced after a final message from Josh she had missed a week ago. While she was sorry for all that had occurred, for how she betrayed her sacred wedding vows to him with Reggie, she just could not deal with anymore guilt. She decided it was best to move forward from here, wherever that journey would take them, and spent the next few minutes deleting all of Josh's voicemails and texts without listening to or reading a single one of them.

But unlike her phone, she would be unable to erase from her memory, with just a swipe of her finger, all the intimate acts of betrayal she had committed with Reggie. They were with her forever like a disfiguring scar.

Josh noticed the front door unlocked when he arrived home. No signs of forced entry. Could he have forgotten to lock it this morning when he left for work, or was she back? Perhaps the police came by with a warrant looking to arrest him. Again no signs of forced entry; and if it was the police, they knew where he worked. He had no doubt they would not hesitate to escort him from the classroom, a shiny new pair of matching stainless steel bracelets on his wrists for the entire school to see. He scratched the police from his list, which left either a lapse in memory (unlikely) or Alyssa's return.

Alyssa's likely return ignited a wild assortment of conflicting emotions within Josh. He had gone through a thousand scenarios in his mind while she was away of what he would say to her and how he would act if this moment ever arrived, and now he forgot all of that.

For weeks he had sent her text messages, left voicemails, without a single reply. With each unanswered attempt to reach her his anger and frustration had grown, like an uncontrolled fever.

Alyssa finished deleting the last of Josh's messages. When she looked up from her phone, he was standing in the front hallway silently staring at her, the rictus on his face displaying enough contempt to wither the freshest flowers. Alyssa jerked in her seat, startled by his sudden appearance out of nowhere.

"Oh, Josh, I didn't see you there. You scared me," she said, her hand reaching for her heart as if preparing to cite a 'Pledge of Allegiance'.

He looked disheveled, his shirt wrinkled, stained and untucked, his hair like he combed it with an egg beater, his face unshaven for weeks. "Well, Alyssa, what brings you home after all this time?"

His greeting was cool and subdued, but even from across the room she could see his blood boiling beneath his skin. He was ready to burst like an un-cracked egg in a microwave oven. She sidled up to him, as if approaching a stray, snarling dog. "I'm glad to see you, Josh. I missed you. How have you been?" She offered a consolatory smile that could melt through the hardest mettle.

"You're glad to see me? You missed me? Did you get bored fucking a criminal?"

She winced at his accusation, the sweet, innocent smile sliced off her face by his razor tongue with surgical precision. He could not possibly know about what she did with Reggie, and she was never going to reveal it to Josh either. Her eyes became watery, but she was not going to cry. "I didn't fuck anyone, Josh. Why would you say such a horrible thing to me? I'm your wife."

"I'm suppose to believe that after you disappear for five weeks, ignore all my messages and phone calls and never bother to contact me? What could have possibly prevented you from sending just a quick text even once? Didn't you get my messages?"

"I couldn't have any contact with the people I knew, Josh. You know that. I had to block everyones' numbers."

"So not once did you have the opportunity to call or text me? You didn't have a second alone?"

She tried holding back the tears, but, the streams began flowing from her eyes anyway. She shook her head like a child caught in a lie. "The police insisted absolutely no contact, Josh. I didn't want to jeopardize the investigation and our deal with them."

"So you were with some criminal all that time and the two of you never fucked, not once?"

"He was just a friend," Alyssa replied, realizing how ridiculous it sounded, like the funny song from Biz Markie that she had laughed at and enjoyed hearing once with Reggie. 'Acquaintance' would have been a better word for her to use.

"So now you're making friends with criminals. Come on, Alyssa, don't play that innocent little wife shit with me. The whole friend thing is just a prerequisite for getting in a girl's panties. We both know you're gorgeous, but no guy is going to wait an entire month."

Alyssa remained silent, lifted her arm and blotted tears off her face with her sleeve. No matter what he said, she was never going to admit having an affair to him. There was no reason to. It would only hurt and anger him further and do nothing to change circumstances.

"So who was this so called 'friend' and what did you do together if not screw?"

Alyssa sniffled, but her tears had dried. "We just met at the club a few times, danced and talked a lot. Nothing else."

Josh knew there was more to her story. He had overheard her that day she left, complaining to Detective Sanchez on the phone about some creep 'making her do things' with him. "What about the things he made you do with him, Alyssa? I heard what you told Detective Sanchez on the phone the day you left."

She tried to remember the conversation, but mostly drew a blank. Whatever Josh had overheard ease dropping on her that day could not be too incriminating. She would never share those types of things with anyone. Some things a girl always kept secret. "He gave me some stuff called Molly once and we kissed a little. I told him I was married, and that's as far as things went."

Why did she say anything about taking the Molly or kissing someone else? She had to give him an explanation that was believable yet forgivable, but perhaps she provided too much of the truth. It slipped from her mouth like a sudden, irrepressible cough, and once she spoke those words she could not take them back, even though she immediately regretted saying them.

"You took Molly and kissed some guy? And I'm supposed to believe that's all that happened? Who was this guy?" Josh skeptically asked.

Alyssa grew indignant and her hackles rose. Josh had no one to blame but himself for all of this. She would never have slept with Reggie if it was not for Josh and his ridiculous grow room. Josh was not even guile enough to make a profit from it. He put her in an awful situation and then had the impudence to accuse her of cheating on him. Perhaps she did fuck Reggie, but it was not like she had a choice, at least not at first. "That's all that happened Josh, nothing else, and you don't need to know anymore about it. It's over now," she adamantly snapped.

Her stern reply squelched Josh's truculence, but he still needed the most important question answered: "What about our drug charges? I heard about Sanchez' disappearance in the news a few days ago. Did that have anything to do with you?"

" I don't know about any of that, Josh. The last time I spoke with her was over a month ago. I haven't heard from anyone at the Police Department since then."

"That's great work, Alyssa. You probably got her killed. That ought to help us with things tremendously." He stomped off to their bedroom doubting Alyssa's integrity, determined to revisit the topic later and extract the truth from her one way or another. He needed to hurt her as badly as she hurt him.

They said nothing to each other the rest of that evening and Alyssa went to sleep in the spare bedroom (the one with the walk-in closet Josh had converted to a grow room that got them in all this trouble). With all the stress, she did not think she would sleep well tonight. But careworn she drifted down into deep darkness and dreamlessness. She rested comfortably at the bottom of a calm lake of nothingness, in silent water far beneath the distant surface of consciousness.

Josh crept into the room and stood nude in the shadows watching Alyssa peacefully sleep. With his supply of pot gone, he had resorted to alcohol as his new drug of choice. It had been well over a month since he had Alyssa, and tonight he was going to take back what was his. While she lay on her back in deep slumber, his hand carefully slithered inside her pajamas and made its way down her smooth, flat belly, soon reaching her panties, slinking inside them as well, heading toward the 'on' switch between her legs.

Something buoyed Alyssa from the calm depths of unconsciousness and she began dreaming. Her pussy was feeling good and was getting really wet. "No, not now, Reggie. I'm tired," she mumbled in her sleep. "Is it hard again? It's so big." But it was not Reggie; it was Josh cautiously touching her clitoris while she slept.

Reggie — that was the son-of-a-bitch's name and he definitely fucked her, Josh angrily thought. Enraged, he suddenly tore at her pajamas, pulling her bottoms completely off.

Something jerked Alyssa awake, and she slapped at the darkness. "Oh my God, what are you doing? No, get away from me, you bastard!"

He slapped her face hard, and she saw bright flashes of light and tasted the saltiness of her own blood.

"Who's Reggie, you filthy slut?"

He slapped her again, his breath reeking of whisky. She lay stunned as he ripped open the top piece of her pajamas, its buttons flying off in multiple directions, exposing her naked breasts to the cool night air. She felt him shove his pathetically small penis into her vagina.

"Reggie is a nigger's name. Did you fuck a nigger you whore? You like fucking big niggers now?"

She cried hysterically, her hands covering her face as her husband violently raped her. "Oh God, I didn't fuck anyone, Josh. Stop doing this to me."

He pounded into her harder, "You're a liar. Your pussy feels different to me you fucking whore. You let him stretch it out and ruin it. I'm going to cum in you too since you like having different cocks in your cunt."

"No, no, no, oh God, why?" Alyssa wailed as Josh ejaculated inside her. He finished his orgasm, rolled off her, and staggered on to his feet. She assumed a fetal position facing away from him, her sobs filling the room and reaching down the corridor as he shambled back to his own room, to the bed they had once shared together.

***********

Reggie kept copies of Alyssa's and Josh's police reports that Noyse had given to him. Josh should have been at school teaching today, so why was Alyssa not answering the texts Reggie sent to her? Reggie's limo parked in front of a vacant lot for sale a few blocks from where she lived, and Reggie walked the way to her house while his limo driver waited. It seemed like a modest suburban area, your typical middle class development. The houses he passed while strolling along the grey cement sidewalks were all variations of four or five basic designs. What they called cookie-cutter.

The sidewalk ended before Alyssa's street, which was outside the housing development and hidden in a secluded bubble away from other homes. Her small bungalow's unique architecture suggested it had been built sometime before the Second World War. The huge colorful oaks, like two giant hands reaching over its roof to shake with one another, likely started as acorns buried around this time of year (when the house was new) by some squirrel who forgot about them over a long and cold winter, Reggie thought. The new cookie-cutter subdivision he had walked through to get here was all forrest back then, and the original acorns likely came from that vicinity.

Reggie knocked on Alyssa's door, a cool breeze whisking away a few leaves from the tree branches swaying over her house. The colorful leaves fluttered off in the wind like Summer butterflies. Acorns fell with each gust and sounded like hail as they bounced on the roof. Reggie knocked again, this time louder and longer. If Josh answered, Reggie was prepared to make up bull shit about the Inner City Youth Program and ask for a donation.

But Josh did not answer. Reggie hardly recognized Alyssa when she opened the door, her beautiful face swollen and bruised. "Oh my God. What happened to you?"

"What are you doing here, Reggie? How did you find out where I live?"

"Never mind that. Are you okay? Are you alone?"

"I'm fine. Josh is at work."

Reggie pushed by her and entered the house without her invitation. He had lived with Alyssa for over a month and knew she kept tidy. This house was a mess with dirty laundry on the floor, filthy dishes in the sink, empty liquor bottles on the counter, dust everywhere. It looked like Alyssa had started cleaning, but had a big job ahead of her.

With her mouth gaping, Alyssa remained by the door and delayed closing it, as if he might change his mind, turn around and leave. But it was evident he was staying a little while, so she finally closed the door.

"Did Josh do this to you?"

Alyssa nodded with her eyes downcast, "He's just going through a difficult time right now. He suspects I cheated on him and somehow he even knows your name. He's become jealous and has started drinking. He's never acted this way before or did anything like this. But there's so much uncertainty in both our lives right now. I guess he can't handle it very well. We don't know what's going on with our drug charges or anything else."

Reggie remained quiet while she spoke, but he wanted to fuck Josh up, cap his ass, for what he did to Alyssa.

She looked up into Reggie's eyes and continued, "This is so unfair, Reggie. I don't even smoke pot and I don't know why Josh had to grow it. He never made any money at it. It was all for his personal use, except for maybe a few of his pothead friends. Sometimes he shared it with them. No offense. I know you sell drugs, but I don't see why people want them. What's so good about something that can ruin your life and send you to jail?"

Reggie smiled and took Alyssa in his arms, "I often wondered the same thing myself, baby. But most people want what they can't have. Forbidden fruit goes back to Adam and Eve."

"How come you're able to avoid getting caught unlike my stupid husband?"

Reggie snickered at Alyssa's question. That was a long, complicated explanation. He offered her the abbreviated version. "I may deal drugs, but I never use any of the garbage I sell, letting it cloud my judgement. It's just business for me. It's a shitty vocation looked down upon by society, like prostitution and porn, but if I don't do it, someone else will. As long as government legislates morality, there will always be bad guys like me."

Bad guy was an inaccurate label, Alyssa thought. What the police did to them, how they forced her to sleep with him initially, destroying her marriage, seemed far worse than anything she saw Reggie do. "I don't necessarily agree with how you make your living, but you're not a bad guy, Reggie. Maybe I thought so at first, but not now. You're one of the nicest people I know. But you can't stay here and you really shouldn't see me again."

Reggie held her tightly. He knew she was not happy and neither was he without her. He was going to get her back one way or another. They needed each other. "I've got to see you again, Alyssa. I've got to know you're okay. Promise me you'll text me when Josh isn't around so I know you're alright, otherwise I'm coming back — for him."

The pain from her lip reminded Alyssa not to smile, as a brief grin dropped from her face almost as quickly as it formed. "Oh, that hurts," she remarked, her fingers touching the side of her mouth. "You can't do anything like that, Reggie. You don't need the police snooping around your business."

"You just make sure to answer my texts and keep me posted on things."

Alyssa wanted him again and she knew he wanted her too, but they could not do that anymore. She could not hold his heavy black cock, feel its thickness and warmth as it pulsed with passion in her palms. She could not taste his ambrosia or take him inside her. They were forbidden fruit to each other. They had broken the rules by sampling that fruit, and it was delicious; but they could never eat it again. She nodded her head and opened the door for him, "Alright, but you have to leave now. Josh will be home in less than an hour."

**************

The missing police officer had been the topic de jour for the past week in newspapers and local television news broadcasts. "We found her phone under a pallet in the old Furman Warehouse," Detective Noyse told Reggie as the afternoon sun filled Reggie's living room with a warm golden hue. "It contained a bunch of pictures of Daryl Mason and Luther Greeman in a drug deal. I don't want to know what those son-of-a-bitches did with her body. It looks like we're going to be putting your competitors out of business for a while."

That was good news — his competition soon to be eliminated courtesy of the police department. Things looked better than ever for Reggie, but he wanted another favor from Detective Noyse. "It's a real tragedy about your partner, Noyse. I'm sorry for your loss." Reggie handed him a thicker and heavier envelope of cash than usual. "There's a little extra this week. Hope it helps you through this difficult time."

"Thanks, it should help my grieving process," Noyse sarcastically replied, waving the envelope in his hand while repressing his grin. "I never really cared much for the gung-ho bitch. She wasn't too smart to try doing that on her own. Still, when a fellow officer goes down, we all mourn, I guess."

"What's gonna happen with Alyssa and her husband, Josh?"

With the entire police department first focused on finding Detective Sanchez, and now on bringing her killers to justice, Alyssa had fallen off the radar for a while. Noyse quickly glanced around, and not seeing Alyssa anywhere asked sotto voce, "You still fucking her?"

Reggie's eyes were downcast. He had fallen in love with Alyssa and missed her. He needed to take her away from her husband, Josh, before Josh hurt her more. "No, when she saw the news about your partner, she started crying hysterically and told me everything — how she was married; how her husband grew pot in the house and they were both busted for it; how your partner forced her to become an informant. She said she loved me but couldn't stay with me anymore."

"The case is still open as far as I know. What do you have in mind?"

"I want you to drop the charges."

"I may be able to work something out, but one of them will need to take a fall. I can't make the case disappear entirely."

Reggie looked at Noyse. No words passed between them, yet Noyse understood what Reggie wanted. "We both know who's responsible for their situation, and that party needs to see justice. You know what to do."

Noyse nodded his reply, not particularly liking the idea of locking up Josh and using civil forfeiture laws to seize the house, all so Reggie could freely dick Josh's wife some more. The 58-year-old detective grew up in different times. Deep down a racist part of him did not think it was right for a black man to sleep with a white woman, especially a married one. (He did not know that Josh began beating Alyssa recently, otherwise he may have felt a little differently.) It was a cruel world he supposed, the spoils of riches and pussy going to the strongest. His time remaining on the police force soon coming to a close and retirement waiting, Reggie's lucrative payroll was very persuasive.

Noyse was staring out the window again, at the beautiful view of the city as Reggie continued, "I'll take care of Alyssa for a while until she can get on her feet."

Reggie also intended to take care of Josh for what Josh put Alyssa through. Reggie's many connections extended to the penal system. Perhaps Josh would like a taste of black cock himself while in prison. A nice big nigger for a cellmate for a few years could go a long way in cultivating latent homosexual tendencies.

**************

A few months had passed since the police seized their home and arrested Josh. At the time, Alyssa thought her world was collapsing. But the bruises Josh had put on her face during that dark period had long since healed. Now she sat in a stately courtroom, her belly bulging with a baby inside it, Reggie's arm securely around her shoulders, his sparkling engagement ring returned to its rightful place on her wedding finger. She looked as beautiful as she felt with Reggie beside her. Guards escorted Josh, now in shackles and wearing an orange prison jumpsuit, into the courtroom for sentencing.

Josh briefly saw his soon-to-be ex-wife, obviously pregnant and sitting with a handsome African-American man. Gone was the liberalism and belief in social justice Josh, so typical of most educators, once espoused. This was the nigger who had fucked Alyssa and caused all this to happen to them. Josh knew it. As he turned to face the bench, Josh realized Reggie was probably still fucking her.

Unfortunately for Josh, the judge had also recently joined Reggie Johnson's payroll for this special case. "Having found the defendant guilty of the manufacture of cannabis with intent to distribute, this court hereby sentences the defendant, Josh Warner, to the maximum penalty of 12 years imprisonment."

Josh barely heard his sentence, his mind thinking about Alyssa, how stunning she looked, how he had lost her, how she was now pregnant with a black man's baby.

There was no time for good-byes or to take one final look at his gorgeous wife who had started a new life and was now carrying Reggie's baby in her womb. The guards quickly rushed Josh from the courtroom. With his conviction and sentencing complete, he was leaving county jail custody. His transfer over to the state penitentiary underway, he would soon meet his new black cellmate and start a new life of his own.

The End

[mizfit47]

Defiled Little Stepsister

By The Cryptkeeper

"You really need to get your act together," Tiffany told her
older stepsister, Kelly. "The people you're hanging out with are
nothing more than animals, disgusting street thugs. Why are you
doing this to yourself? Don't you want to attend college, meet a
nice man, settle down and have a family like I'm going to do?"
Tiffany continued as she unpacked her clothes from the suitcase.

Kelly stared back at her beautiful, younger stepsister with
contempt, but said nothing. What made Tiffany think she could
just move in and dictate the way Kelly should live? By animals
and street thugs she really meant black people, Kelly thought.
Tiffany always had a superiority complex exacerbated by her
stunning looks. The 20-year-old college student had moved down
from Maine to attend the University. She also wanted to help
Kelly get her life back on track. Kelly resented Tiffany's
presence. But Mom and Dad insisted her younger stepsister stay
with her.

The doorbell rang, giving Kelly a welcome excuse to break away
from Tiffany's lecture.

"Oh, that must be Darrin." Tiffany shouted as Kelly walked
toward the door. Kelly opened the door and gazed into Darrin's
blue eyes momentarily. Tiffany's fiancé was a handsome package,
alright - but probably not Kelly's type.

"Hi. Come on in," Kelly said with a big smile as she stood
aside and Darrin entered.

"Hello," Darrin replied as he walked by Kelly to greet his
fiancée, Tiffany.

Kelly eyed Darrin's muscular buttocks as he walked by to hug
Tiffany and kiss her on the cheek. At least he would distract
Tiffany for a while and the lecturing would stop.

Tiffany became increasingly difficult for Kelly, always
watching and judging her. It seemed like nothing Kelly did met
Tiffany's high standards.

"Perhaps my perfect sister needs a little flaw," Kelly said to
her friend and drug dealer, Reggie Johnson, one night as the two
shared a joint. Kelly knew Reggie was a black stud that had a
huge appetite for young, stuck up, white girls - just like
Tiffany. "Maybe you should stay with us for a while and meet my
little sister," Kelly suggested to her dark, muscular friend as
she showed Reggie a photo of Tiffany.

Kelly noticed a large bulge form in her black friend's pants
as he stared at Tiffany's picture. "Tell me what you have in
mind," Reggie asked.

"This is my boyfriend, Reggie. He's going to stay with us for
a while," Kelly said with a grin as she introduced the big,
burly, black man to her unsuspecting stepsister a few days later.
Although Tiffany attempted to conceal her feelings, Reggie
noticed her mortified expression.

"Hi," Tiffany coldly blurted, out of social obligation rather
than from any sincere gladness to meet the dark stranger.

"What's up?" Reggie replied as his black eyes roamed every
inch of Tiffany's nubile body - her silky blond hair, sapphire
eyes, fair skin, splendidly tight ass that stuck out just the
right amount, and perky tits. She looked better in person than in
the photograph Kelly had shown him previously.

Kelly happily observed Reggie's prolonged stare at her
oblivious stepsister, like a hungry wolf watching its potential
prey. If all went as planned, soon naïve Tiffany would be too
preoccupied to continue nosing into Kelly's business.

Tiffany wondered how Kelly could date a black man and invite
him to live with them. She wanted to call Mom and Dad and tell
them about it right away. "This will devastate them," she
thought.

Tiffany mistakenly decided to wait until after speaking with
Kelly alone before calling their parents. "Hopefully, I can talk
some sense into my sister."

Tiffany watched Reggie and Kelly quickly bring a few of his
things into the house while maintaining their ruse. "I love you,
Baby," Kelly said as she wrapped her arms around Reggie's neck
and gave him a deep French kiss for Tiffany's benefit. With her
hands firmly on her hips, Tiffany's lips closed tightly and she
shook her head side-to-side displaying her disapproval of the
interracial couple making out in front of her.

Darrin arrived later that evening for dinner with Tiffany. The
two couples briefly made each other's acquaintance in the living
room. "Hey, Dog," Reggie said to Darrin with his large hand
extended. The two shook, Darrin noticing Reggie's firm grip as
the dark, muscular athlete towered over him. The contrast
between Reggie and Darrin seemed obvious: Reggie looked much
stronger than Darrin - like he could easily crush Tiffany's white
boyfriend.

After dinner, Tiffany and Darrin went into Tiffany's bedroom,
where their kissing slowly turned into heavy petting. A bit of a
prude, Tiffany was not very comfortable having sex, but made an
occasional exception for her boyfriend. Darrin placed a condom
over his modestly sized penis, the only male organ fortunate
enough to ever win the prize of Tiffany's little vagina, and they
quietly made love. The rare times they had sex with each other,
Darrin always used rubbers. Tiffany's vagina never made direct
contact with his small, unprotected penis and remained unsoiled,
the way Tiffany planned to keep it until they were married.

Reggie and Kelly sat together in the living room quietly
giggling to one another when Darrin and Tiffany came out of her
room after only ten minutes. Neither Tiffany nor Darrin realized
Reggie and Kelly laughed at their expense and the brevity of what
they thought was a secret sexual encounter.

From the sofa, Reggie watched Tiffany's punk-ass fiancé kiss
her goodbye on the cheek for the evening. "That fucker must have
a small dick, which he doesn't even know how to use if he was in
there only 10 minutes," Reggie thought.

"I'm going to miss you, Darling," Darrin told her.

"Say hello to your parents for me. When does your flight
return?" Tiffany asked.

"On the 23rd at 5:15 pm."

"Well, call me and let me know you arrived safely," Tiffany
answered.

A grin formed on Reggie's face as he realized the fortunate
turn in events that coincidentally occurred so soon after moving
in. Darrin's absence for two weeks would provide ample time with
Tiffany. "By the time her foolish honky boyfriend returns, her
pussy will have an acquired taste for my big, black cock," he
thought.

"I'll be leaving early tomorrow morning for work. I won't be
back until late," Kelly informed Tiffany after Darrin's
departure.

"Okay," Tiffany answered, her mind obviously elsewhere -
probably Darrin's trip - as she meandered back to her room.

Kelly turned to Reggie and whispered, "Looks like you'll be
having fun with my little sister soon, Stud."

Kelly stroked Reggie's cock early the next morning while he
slept, watching his black snake grow in response to her caresses.
"That's it, big boy, get nice and hard for my little sister,"
she whispered. As the virile organ burgeoned beyond what Kelly
imagined possible, she wondered how the hell he fit the thing in
his pants. "You're going to give Tiffany quite a treat," she
continued as she held the hefty appendage with both hands.

Kelly's fondling finally woke Reggie.

"That feels good girl, but what you doing? I thought you
wanted me to fuck your stepsister," Reggie asked.

"You will, stud. I'm just getting you ready," Kelly answered
before attempting to fit her lips around the head of Reggie's
cock. With some effort, she managed to open her mouth wide
enough.

"Mmmmmmm," Kelly moaned while sucking on Reggie's vascular rod
for a few minutes. When she pulled her mouth away, Kelly
continued, "Tiffany is a lucky girl. I heard her enter the
shower about 20 minutes ago. She's probably shaving her pussy
for you right now, Stallion."

Reggie raised his eyebrows at Kelly's suggestion.

"Well, I'm off to work now," Kelly said as she abruptly got
off the bed and straightened her clothes, leaving Reggie
unfulfilled and badly needing relief. "How about some of that
rock you promised me in exchange for my sister's tight, white
ass?"

Reggie pulled up his boxers and got out of the bed; but Kelly
still saw the thick head of his hard cock extend slightly beyond
the top of the waistband almost reaching his navel.

"Here you go, girl," Reggie said handing Kelly a vial of crack
he retrieved from the dresser drawer.

"Thanks," Kelly said with a wink. "I put the stuff you gave
me last night into Tiffany's coffee like you said. It's waiting
on the counter for her to drink now. It better be good shit or
she will fight you," Kelly remarked.

"By the time your little sister realizes what's going on,
she'll be all over my cock and won't know we drugged her. That
junk is pharmaceutical grade, magic crap. I've used it before on
chicks and when they come down from it, they never know they was
high and think they just got carried away," Reggie replied. "If
she resists, she won't remember," he added with a smirk.

"Okay, stud - have fun then," Kelly said. "I 'm going to
party with Lashonda and Tanesha after work tonight. I won't be
back until tomorrow morning - so you'll have time alone with
Tiffany."

Leaving Reggie in the bedroom with a boner and achy balls
needing relief, Kelly sat at the kitchen table eating a bagel for
breakfast before work. Tiffany - dressed in a pink t-shirt
tucked into a pair of nicely fitting designer jeans that
highlighted her willowy figure - grabbed the cup from the
automatic coffee maker and joined her.

"I'm glad I caught you alone for a second," Tiffany started.
"What are you thinking inviting that black guy to live with us?
Are you crazy? You know how Mom and Dad - and I feel about those
types of people."

Kelly quietly listened to Tiffany with a newly acquired
patience knowing what soon awaited her goody two-shoes step
sister.

"If you don't tell your boyfriend to leave, I'm going to call
Mom and Dad and tell them about the two of you," Tiffany
threatened.

"Okay, Tiffany. You're right. I'll tell him he has to move
out when I get home. But can he stay until he finds someplace
else to live?" Kelly asked.

Surprised by Kelly's unusual obligingness, Tiffany agreed to
Kelly's request. "Fine, but he has one month to find a place."

Kelly watched Tiffany unwittingly finish her coffee.

"I'm off to work, Tiff. Have a nice day," Kelly said with a
smile in her voice as she left her prim and proper step sister
alone in the house with a very horny sexual predator.

Between semesters at school, Tiffany planned on taking
advantage of the idle time performing some needed house cleaning
for Kelly. She went into the living room to get started and saw
Reggie sitting shirtless on the sofa in a pair of gym shorts.
Tiffany's eyes momentarily focused on the large muscles defining
Reggie's arms, chest, and stomach.

"You need to wear a shirt around here," Tiffany
condescendingly said to Reggie. "I don't want to look at your
bare chest."

Reggie remained on the couch hungrily staring at the
vulnerable Tiffany and blatantly rubbing a humongous bulge in his
shorts without responding to her arrogance.

Reggie observed Tiffany's pupils begin to dilate as she
continued, "Hello? Do you hear me?" She was definitely a
beautiful, stuck-up, white, bitch who thought she was too good
for a nigger - the type of girl whose pussy he enjoyed spoiling
for white men.

Unaware of her defenselessness as she succumbed to the potent
drug in her coffee, Tiffany stood her ground while Reggie
approached her with a menacing expression.

"What are you doing you filthy animal?" Tiffany exclaimed.
Reggie held her thin waist firmly with one arm while rubbing her
crouch with his other hand.

"No! Stop it!" Tiffany yelled trying to push Reggie's hand
away from her privates. But Reggie easily overpowered Tiffany.
The drugs she had unknowingly ingested affected her sensory
perception and libido first. Touch felt really good. The more
Reggie rubbed her, the harder it became for Tiffany to resist
him. Her vagina never reacted this way before. She was all warm
and wet down there and didn't understand why.

Reggie pushed Tiffany down onto the couch and began
unbuttoning her jeans. Tiffany tried kicking Reggie away
unsuccessfully.

"Please, don't do this to me," Tiffany cried as Reggie pulled
off her pants, revealing a bright, red thong she wore.

"It gonna be okay baby," Reggie reassured Tiffany as he slid
his hand down her firm, white belly and inside her panties. "Does
that feel good?" he asked as he delicately messaged Tiffany's
clitoris.

"Oooh, please don't" Tiffany murmured clasping Reggie's wrist
but unable to pull his hand out of her. More of the designer
drug absorbed into Tiffany's bloodstream, blocking her short term
memory. She didn't know why she was on the couch or how Reggie's
hand got in her panties. Something didn't seem right about this
situation. But Tiffany found it impossible to think about
anything except the wonderful feeling from her pussy.

Reggie slowly pulled Tiffany's thong down her long, sleek legs
and greeted her small, smoothly shaved, youthful cunt. She
obviously took great effort grooming her femininity. A narrow,
neatly trimmed strip of short, blond, pubic hair extended a brief
distance from above her pink, pencil eraser sized clit, below
which were her moist, pink, labial folds.

Reggie swiftly removed Tiffany's shirt and bra to see the rest
of his new prize. Tiffany's firm tits were not huge, but they
were large enough and would maintain their perkiness without
becoming saggy with age. Light, pink areolas that matched the
color of her labial folds - slightly larger than quarters -
capped the pale globes.

The new designer drug worked really well on females, making it
easy to bring them to intense, multiple orgasms. Reggie enjoyed
watching Tiffany's young body respond with growing pleasure as he
fine tuned the way he played with her inexperienced pussy. Her
small hands dug into the sofa and her body squirmed just from his
thumb tracing gentle circles around her special love button.

"Naaaaah, please oooooh," Tiffany moaned as Reggie continued
masturbating her while slowly coaxing her legs further apart. He
was determined to teach this snooty, little white bitch a lesson.

Reggie eventually managed to spread Tiffany's legs wide open
"That's it, baby, cum hard for me," Reggie taunted his oblivious
victim as he peeled open her pink, juicy lips with his black
fingers and delved his tongue into her wet pussy and over her
sensitive clit.

"Oh, God, what's happening to me?" Tiffany cried in delirium.
Reggie saw her vagina spasm.

The time arrived to fuck this white bitch.

Reggie removed his boxers and placed the large, bulbous head
of his charcoal cock against Tiffany's small, slippery, pink
opening.

Tiffany felt an uncomfortable pressure and looked down at her
pussy in dismay. Reggie's long, vascular cock looked like a
thick, heavy pipe. "Oh God, no! That can't fit in me. Please
stop."

She could not close her legs with Reggie already between them.

"Don't put that in me," she begged to no avail. Reggie
continued pushing and Tiffany helplessly watched his cock
overcome her pussy's tight resistance and snugly slither its way
into her.

"Owe, it hurts," Tiffany sobbed as Reggie started gently
thrusting. "Please don't push any deeper."

"Shush, girl. It will start feeling good again soon," Reggie
promised. Tiffany felt the monstrous organ penetrating deeper;
but, she remained powerless to stop its unprotected invasion into
her vulnerable pussy.

"Please take it out," Tiffany begged. But Reggie patiently
continued the assault, his large, black cock seizing more
territory inside her.

Gradually, Tiffany felt Reggie's heavy testicles slapping
harder against her asshole without realizing the significance -
her female anatomy adjusting to the larger size of its new mate.

Darrin's dick couldn't be larger than a cigarette, Reggie
thought. The black stud had fucked virgins who were not as
tight; but his cock ultimately overcame the last remaining
resistance in Tiffany's pussy, forcing her female organ to accept
his cock's entire length.

Reggie's thick, black cock, repeating its lengthy journey in
and out of its newly conquered white territory, glistened with a
heavy coat of Tiffany's juices.

For Tiffany, the surrender allowed the pain to abate into mild
discomfort. Reggie listened to her cries diminish into moans
that hinted at growing pleasure.

"Do you like having my black cock in your pussy?" Reggie cooed
in Tiffany's ear.

"Oooooh, nooooo - please take it out," Tiffany answered, her
petite body writhing beneath him. Reggie felt her erect nipples
poking into his chest.

The drug caused Tiffany to immediately forget the pain she
previously experienced. Once more she momentarily sensed
something very wrong with her situation. But she could not
concentrate on anything outside her pussy. Tiffany's legs locked
around Reggie's buttocks while her arms clutched his back. Her
pelvis responded to his cock by grinding into him. Reggie felt
her pussy squeezing his rod in uncontrollable fits. This high
and mighty white princess wasn't too good for a Nigger right now.
Soon she would come down from the high and find herself cumming
on his cock.

Reggie loved watching their confusion when these white girls
became lucid from this drug. The enhanced sense of touch lasted
longer than the effect on their memory. So the victims
remembered being unable to stop cumming like crazy, causing them
to mistakenly conclude they were willing participants in their
actual rape.

Tiffany's awareness began returning. What was she doing
allowing a disgusting black man to fuck her? She couldn't stop
herself from cumming, nor could she relinquish her tight grip
around him.

"Ooooooh, ooooooh, oooooooh, no, please stop," she kept
repeating. But Tiffany's body contradicted her moans, her legs
remaining locked around Reggie and her pussy still grinding on
his cock.

Tiffany noted her new partner's acceleration but didn't
realize he wasn't wearing a condom. She then felt Reggie's cock
enlarge and pulsate followed by strange warmth flooding inside
her.

Reggie's movements slowed; his huge prick relinquished some of
its previous size and firmness. When he pulled his long flaccid
cock out of Tiffany, her eyes grew large and gazed at his
enormous, unsheathed, manhood.

"Oh my God: You weren't wearing a condom and you came in me?"
Tiffany asked, reaching down to the large opening left by
Reggie's absence. White slimy cum on her fingers answered her
question.

"How could I let myself get carried away like this?" Tiffany
wondered. The jism leaking from her pussy seemed like a lot of
cum to Tiffany, especially compared with the small amount left in
Darrin's rubbers, but represented only a small fraction of a much
larger batch of potent goo Reggie's lengthy cock ejaculated deep
inside her. Darrin's seed would no longer be the first to enter
Tiffany's precious, white pussy - as she had intended - now that
Reggie stole the honor.

Although Tiffany attempted to stop Reggie's further advances,
boundaries had already been crossed and reestablished; and the
lingering effects of the drug prevented her from exercising her
usual self-control.

Before Tiffany knew it, Reggie resumed skillfully masturbating
her.

"Kelly will be home soon," Tiffany reminded Reggie in an
effort to get the sex-addicted Negro off her so she could get
dressed and put the entire affair behind her.

"Don't you worry, baby. She told me she won't be home till
tomorrow morning," Reggie replied positioning his cock at
Tiffany's entrance again.

"Can you wear a condom for me this time?" Tiffany asked.

"Sorry, Baby. I don't have no raincoats - never use `em. You
can't feel nothing with `em on," Reggie responded.

Tiffany found herself in Kelly's bed reluctantly fucking her
sister's boyfriend throughout the evening.

Tiffany awoke on top of Reggie early the next morning. The
drug's effects had vanished. She remembered that from a variety
of positions his cock had been inside her most of the night. What
had she done? How could she allow something like this to happen
with a disgusting black man?

Tiffany got off Reggie while he slept before her sister
returned and proceeded to shower. Neither Kelly nor Darrin could
ever learn about what had happened between her and Reggie.
Soothing water from the shower flowed down her unblemished skin.
It sickened Tiffany to think about Reggie's cum inside her
instead of Darrin's. How could she have been so careless? She
tried to clean herself but realized much of Reggie's nasty, slimy
seed dwelled beyond reach.

Finished showering, Tiffany put on clothing again - the first
thing she had worn in 24 hours. She exited the bathroom and was
met by Kelly who recently returned from partying all night.

"Jesus, Tiff, you look as tired as I feel," Kelly said.
"Didn't you sleep well?"

"No, I kept tossing and turning all night," Tiffany answered.

Kelly barely managed to keep a straight face listening to
Tiffany's lie.

Reggie slept as Kelly quietly came into the bedroom, stripped
down to her panties and bra, and slid into bed next to his
muscular body. She sniffed Reggie's cock and smelled the sweet
scent of Tiffany's pussy on him. "Mmmmm, you taste good, Tiff,"
Kelly whispered as she licked her step sister's juices off
Reggie's dick.

Reggie opened his eyes and looked down at Kelly. "What you
doing, girl?" he asked.

"My little step sister looks like she needs a break today,"
Kelly answered, giving Reggie an incredible blow job.

Tiffany sat on the living room recliner studying one of her
science textbooks when Kelly and Reggie plopped down on the couch
across from her. She recalled Reggie making her cum on that sofa
the previous day. Tiffany felt uncomfortable sensing Reggie
undressing her with his eyes. They shared an intimate secret
Tiffany wished did not exist.

"Lateesha invited us over her place if you want to go," Kelly
suggested to Reggie.

"Lateesha is always up to something good," Reggie replied.
"Let's go."

Tiffany lacked her prior bossiness and didn't try to interfere
with Kelly's plans. The fucking from Reggie obviously calmed her
down a bit, Kelly thought.

Kelly and Reggie went to Lateesha's, probably to get high. For
the first time though, Tiffany welcomed Kelly going off somewhere
to get stoned with her black friends because she took Reggie with
her. Tiffany needed time alone to clear her mind. She still
didn't know how she permitted herself to sleep with Reggie, but
hoped he would leave her alone now.

Unfortunately, with Kelly's encouragement, Reggie was far from
through with Tiffany. Kelly and Reggie returned from Lateesha's
party late while Tiffany slept soundly in her room next to
theirs. Kelly stripped naked for Reggie and climbed on top of
him in their bed. She wasn't a bad looker either, Reggie
thought, although Tiffany had her beat by far.

Kelly unexpectedly began sucking Reggie's cock again. "Oh,
yeah, keep that up, girl," Reggie said as he became hard. Kelly
rolled Reggie's heavy balls in her fingers as she drew on his
rod.

After getting Reggie aroused, Kelly suddenly stopped. "Okay,
stud, you know our deal. We're just friends. I may give you a
little head here and there as a bonus, but you fuck Tiffany, not
me. It's time for you to take care of Tiff," she said.

Reggie ached for pussy. He got out of bed with his full
erection and headed for Tiffany's room.

"Are you forgetting the other part of our deal? How about
some more candy for that fine, white pussy you're going to get
from Tiffany?" Kelly reminded him.

Reggie gladly tossed Kelly another vial of crack and then went
to relieve his hard cock.

Reggie spit on his fingers and stuck his hand in Tiffany's
silk thong to prepare her for some more loving. For a few
minutes, Tiffany continued peacefully sleeping while her pussy
autonomously enjoyed the attention Reggie's fingers gave it.

Reggie's free hand quickly muffled Tiffany's attempted plea
when she awoke, "What... mmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhh!!!".

"Be quite or you'll wake Kelly," Reggie warned Tiffany as he
pulled the skimpy thong off her legs and removed his hand from
her mouth.

Startled and confused from a deep sleep, Tiffany didn't know
what to do. If she resisted, the sound might wakeup Kelly and she
would find out Reggie had slept with her. But she did not want
to have sex with Reggie again.

Paralyzed by indecisiveness, Tiffany quietly whined, "Nooooh,
Reggie, I don't want to have sex with you anymore."

His cock still coated with Kelly's saliva as extra lubricant,
Reggie lifted Tiffany's right leg from the knee and entered her
silky pussy from behind anyway.

Kelly held her ear against the bedroom wall and listened in
delight to Tiffany whimper as Reggie further spoiled her pussy.
While Kelly enjoyed fucking a large black cock herself,
fortunately she never had to take someone as large as Reggie.
Soon Tiffany would be unable to enjoy a white man's normal sized
penis because of him.

"Aaaah, aaah, aaaah," Kelly heard Tiffany exclaim, imagining
Reggie's big, black cock sinking into her step sister's tight,
wet pussy each time. Kelly closed her eyes, reached into her
soaked panties and began masturbating.

Tiffany didn't understand how Reggie could do this to Kelly.
Why did he keep fucking her when Kelly loved him?

Reggie reached around and began fondling Tiffany's clit. "Oh
no, please, stop," Tiffany cooed from the added stimulation. Her
pelvis responded as well, momentarily sliding her pussy up and
down his slick shaft a few times before catching herself and
stopping, and then unconsciously repeating the movements a few
moments later.

"If you want me to stop, you have to cum for me, Baby," Reggie
muttered in Tiffany's ear.

Tiffany knew she was betraying not only her sister, but also
Darrin. But she didn't have a choice. If Kelly woke up and found
out, she would definitely tell Mom and Dad; they would disown
her. She would also tell Darrin and he would leave her.

Tiffany realized she could not match Reggie's stamina and self
control. The longer Reggie stayed with her, the greater the
likelihood that Kelly might wake up and catch them together.

Tiffany gave in to the coital movements she had earlier
suppressed in order to satisfy Reggie's demand. It was bad
having repeated sex with a strange black man and being forced to
orgasm for him. The lack of barrier protection, the enhanced
intimacy of their genitals making direct contact with one another
and sharing bodily fluids, things she had not even experienced
with Darrin - made it even worst.

"Oooooh, ooooooooh, oooooooooooooooh, why are you making me do
this?" Tiffany mewled, unaware of being duped and manipulted by
her sister and Reggie.

Reggie's cock and Tiffany's pussy gracefully met and parted
each other in an erotic dance of union that went on without
further interruption. Tiffany's mouth opened slightly, her
breathing increased, and a long series of strong vaginal
contractions - her pussy showing its affection by hugging the big
cock inside it - signaled to Reggie her compliance. She was
cumming for Reggie like he wanted. But Reggie ignored his part
of the deal, delayed his own climax, and enjoyed making the
arrogant, white bitch succumb to his seduction instead.

"You like cumming on my cock," Reggie stated.

Tiffany quietly moaned in reply but her body provided a much
more definitive response.

Lying in bed with her ear still up against the wall in the
adjoining bedroom, Kelly heard every sound and marveled at
Reggie's stamina. Perhaps they would set a record. Kelly found
the idea of her prejudiced stepsister reluctantly cumming for a
black man hung like a stallion extremely arousing. This was by
far the best idea she ever had.

Tiffany lay supinely on top of Reggie with his arms around
her: one hand softly stroking her clit and the other tweaking her
tight nipples. In her arousal, Tiffany had temporarily forgotten
her anxieties until she noticed Reggie's thrusts accelerate.

"Ooooh, ooooh, don't cum in me. Ooooh, please take it out,"
Tiffany groaned. She tried to dismount Reggie, but his hand
pushed against her pubis making it too difficult; and her pussy,
with a mind of its own, continued dangerously dancing with
Reggie's virile cock to another series of orgasms.

The now familiar feeling of Reggie's extremely large cock
expanding and pulsating, followed by the flow of his warm seed
deep inside her, returned while Tiffany experienced her own
orgasm.

"Oh...., no...you came in me again," Tiffany said catching her
breath. She never considered taking birth control because she
didn't need it. The few times she had sex with Darrin, they
always used condoms. Tiffany remained naively unprepared for the
relationship quickly developing with Reggie.

The deed having been done, Kelly thought Reggie would return
shortly. After approximately 20 minutes of silence, however, she
heard Tiffany complain, "What are you doing? No, I don't want to
do it again."

"Kelly will hear you," Reggie warned as he pried Tiffany's
legs apart and softly ran his finger around her special weak spot
that would make her come around in a few moments.

"But I already had sex with you and did what you said,"
Tiffany softly griped.

Reggie ignored Tiffany's protest and inserted his hard cock
back into her. Tiffany had the finest, white pussy Reggie ever
fucked and he was going to keep fucking it. "One more time,
baby, and I'll stop."

Unfortunately, one more time really meant the rest of the
night, as Reggie, relieved by the previous two intense orgasms
that day, had plenty of stamina now. The remainder of Tiffany's
evening consisted of being copulated to Reggie's cock and
experiencing intermittent mixtures of light sleep, wet dreams,
and multiple orgasms.

Reggie maintained the charade and pulled out of Tiffany
slightly before dawn.

"Huh?" Tiffany groggily grunted from the suddenly unexpected
withdrawal.


"I got to go back before Kelly wakes up," he said.

Relieved that Reggie had left without Kelly catching them
together, Tiffany drifted back to sleep.

Glistening wet with Tiffany's love juice on it, Reggie's rock
hard cock towered from his body when he returned to Kelly.

"Mmmmmmm: My cute stepsister has the sweetest tasting pussy,"
Kelly remarked licking Tiffany's secretions off Reggie's heavy
cock and finishing him off with another fantastic blow job.

************************

The annoying ring of the phone woke Tiffany from a deep sleep.

"Hello?" Tiffany dazedly answered. Sunlight flooded the room
and confirmed the afternoon hour displayed on the nearby clock.

"Did I wake you, Honey?" a familiar voice asked. It took a
moment for Tiffany to recognize the caller as Darrin.

"Hi Sweetheart," Tiffany answered. She looked down at
Reggie's dried, crusty seamen between her legs and on the sheets.
Still naked, Tiffany spotted her panties bundled in a wad across
the room where that black bastard threw them the previous night.

"I was just taking a little nap," Kelly answered as she hopped
out of bed and put her panties back on. "How are your parents?"

The telephone conversation with Darrin went awkwardly for
Tiffany, but she did an adequate job convincing him everything
was fine given the circumstances.

Tiffany found the house empty. Kelly had to work until 7:00
pm; and Tiffany didn't know where Reggie went, but was glad he
was not home. Tiffany decided to finish the housecleaning she
failed to complete two days ago. The day passed peacefully and
she felt like she accomplished a lot. From the living room window
Tiffany saw Reggie's car pull into the driveway around 5:00 pm
and the huge, black hulk stroll up the walkway. He had the build
of a professional linebacker that completely contrasted Tiffany's
petite, ballerina-like figure.

She might have a petite, feminine body, but Tiffany was
determined to stand her ground. Her heart belonged to Darrin.
Even a big, muscular, black man like Reggie would not intimidate
her into having unwanted sex and betraying her fiancé and
stepsister. The past two days were mistakes. Tiffany would make
Reggie understand and stop him if he attempted further
intercourse with her.

Tiffany sat on the living room sofa, her legs tightly crossed,
and tried ignoring Reggie's lustful stare. Although she had
prepared for confrontation, she hoped it would not be necessary.
She briefly glanced at Reggie rubbing the tremendous protuberance
in his pants, and then averted her gaze to avoid embarrassing eye
contact with Kelly's obnoxious boyfriend.

Tiffany's fine, white pussy caused the protrusion in Reggie's
pants. The horny Negro had thought about her tight, little body
all day and anticipated sinking his cock back in her snug, pink
cunt again. Reggie moved on to the couch next to Tiffany, and
put his arm around her shoulders.

"Don't touch me please," Tiffany firmly told him. "I want you
to forget what happened between us; it was a mistake. I'm
engaged to Darrin, you're Kelly's boyfriend - and you're black."

Reggie disregarded Tiffany's refusal and attempted to unbutton
her jeans. Tiffany flailed and tried ineffectually to push Reggie
away from her. "No, get your hands off me!" she shouted.

With a little effort, Reggie managed to unfasten her jeans. As
he tried to pull them down, Tiffany began kicking, causing her
sandals to fly across the room. The blows from her feet made
little impact on Reggie other than delaying the inevitable a few
extra moments - Tiffany's jeans, along with another sexy thong
made of blue silk, came off despite her determination to keep
them on.

Tiffany squeezed her legs tightly together to prevent Reggie
from touching her while he wrestled off her shirt and bra,
uncovering her youthfully perky tits and firm, flat belly. He
then started pulling her legs apart.

In desperation, Tiffany finally threatened him with her last
card: "You're going to jail for a long time if you don't stop."

Reggie called Tiffany's bluff, "Go ahead and tell the police.
Then everyone can find out how you came for me and how you fucked
a Nigger."

"You sick bastard," Tiffany replied. For the first time in
her young life she had truly lost control. She had difficulty
acknowledging the checkmate Reggie placed her in. She simply
could not face having Darrin, Kelly, her parents and the rest of
the world learn the details of her affair with him - how he had
been inside her numerous times (without a condom) and made her
cum. She didn't want intercourse with Reggie. But she found
herself forced into having sex with him anyway to prevent the
dirty secret from surfacing.

Her legs opened slowly. When Reggie separated them enough, he
started to rub her clitoris, knowing it to be an Achilles' heel
for Tiffany that lowered her resistance.

"No, stop it!" Tiffany objected, reluctant to relinquish
control of her body to Reggie again.

"It'll be okay girl. I want to be your friend. No one has to
find out about us," Reggie replied in a soothing tone.

"But I don't want to do this. I'm not that type of person,"
Tiffany said, reduced to whining like a school girl to him.
Reggie coaxed her legs a little further apart giving him better
access to work his magic.

Tiffany closed her eyes and between deep breaths murmured,
"Oooh...no...not again."

A smile formed on Reggie's face - Tiffany was giving in to
him. He admired his new plaything as she sat there on the couch,
her legs gradually drifting further away from each other granting
him greater intimacy with her. He witnessed Tiffany's tiny
clitoris swell indicating its affection for his touch Tiffany
attempted to conceal.

Reggie kneeled between Tiffany's legs, gently stretched her
labia open, and peered at her wet mucous membranes, a beautiful
pastel pink. Her small anal sphincter, similar in color, was
also visible. Reggie thought light skinned young Caucasian girls
like Tiffany had the prettiest colored genitalia. Reggie could
not resist delving his tongue into Tiffany and lapping up her
juices. Kelly was right about Tiffany's pussy tasting sweet.

Tiffany's hands clutched the sofa cushions as Reggie orally
assaulted her. Darrin never did such dirty things.

"Oooooh, what are you doing? Stop, that's nasty," Tiffany
uttered. But Reggie would not stop.

Reggie ran his hands up Tiffany's flat abdomen and kneaded her
firm flesh. He relished touching her smooth, unblemished, white
skin and controlling her involuntary reactions. Doing this to an
arrogant white girl - exposing her most private areas, making her
cum and accept his seed against her will - made up for the years
of injustice his race had suffered at her race's hands. Now she
was a black man's plaything. With his mouth on her pussy, Reggie
watched Tiffany's cute belly button move as she silently
squirmed. Like other white girls he had victimized, it wasn't
easy taking the fight out of Tiffany to allow him to fuck her,
but once he got in her pants, she became relatively compliant,
save for a few token protests here and there. And this would
probably be the way things would work in their relationship for a
while, Tiffany initially resisting, but then faced with no other
choice, surrendering to Reggie.

But each encounter Tiffany's initial resistance would wane a
little as she grew accustomed to copulating with him. It played
out this way with other prejudiced white girls he turned as well.

Reggie resumed masturbating Tiffany and moved his mouth up to
her perky tits, sucking on each of her nipples and making them
hard.

"No, no, no," Tiffany softly repeated turning her head side to
side with her eyes closed. She didn't want to believe this was
happening to her.

While Tiffany acquiesced to Reggie's molestations, Kelly
returned from work early, suspecting Reggie might be at it again
with her stepsister. She crept to the living room window.
Fortunately, Kelly never replaced the crappy blinds, which
provided an excellent view of Reggie and Tiffany through numerous
cracks. Kelly saw Reggie push Tiffany's knees up to her tits and
then plunge his hefty meat into her wet pussy. As a pair,
Tiffany and Reggie's genitals couldn't be more different:
Tiffany's petite cunt tightly stretched around Reggie's thick
shaft, its moist, pink, mucous membranes adhered to his dark
appendage moving in and out of her. Kelly watched more of
Reggie's cock disappear inside Tiffany's pussy with each thrust
until he fed her the entire thing and only his big, heavy, ball
sac remained! It seemed physically impossible for such a massive
cock to fit inside such a small girl.

"That a boy," Kelly commented to herself watching Tiffany
close her eyes and bite her fist. "Give it to her good. Her
naïve stepsister probably didn't realize how frequent sex, like
drugs, could be addictive. Kelly figured at this rate, with
Reggie fucking Tiffany so often, it would not take long before
her stepsister craved his enhanced masculinity to achieve sexual
satisfaction.

"Aaaah, ahhhhh, ooooh, aaaaah, naaaah, please Reggie, stop.
Kelly will be home soon. Ooooh, aaaaaah, aaaaah..." Tiffany
moaned.

"You know the deal, baby. You gotta cum for me good before I
stop," Reggie told her.

"Ooooh..., nooh..., please..., don't make me do that again,"
Tiffany answered, taking in deep breaths between her words.

Tiffany already appeared to be reluctantly experiencing small
orgasms to Kelly, but Reggie wanted to control the unfortunate
girl further. Kelly watched Tiffany's pussy start meeting
Reggie's thrusts more enthusiastically while coating his shaft
with a shiny film of its affectionate essence. Tiffany's dainty
hands released the couch cushions, hesitantly landed on Reggie's
sides, and then glided up his back, slowly embracing the black
giant. Her mouth opened and her moans grew louder.

"Aaaaah, aaaaah, aaaaaah, nooooooh, please, don't make me cum,
oooooooh noooooh," Tiffany repeated over again.

But Tiffany was obviously already cumming hard for Reggie, her
finely manicured hands grasping Reggie's shoulders as if for dear
life, her brain in conflict with her body. Tiffany's slender
legs locked around Reggie's waist securing her union with him.
Rather than allowing himself to orgasm and stop as promised,
Reggie held back his own climax savoring Tiffany's defeat -
another victory for the black race as he remained joined to her.
With a little luck, he would knock up the white bitch.

This scene of Tiffany's humiliating submission to Reggie did
not change much until the setting sun's last rays shone over the
horizon, past Kelly's anticipated time to be home. Tiffany
released her hold on Reggie, her hands seemingly pushed at his
sides as she arched her back trying futilely to position her
pussy away from his cock.

"Please take it out. Don't cum in me again. I might get
pregnant," Kelly overheard Tiffany say. Reggie grunted then his
white cream squished from Tiffany's full pussy down the crack of
her ass.

Reggie finally pulled his long cock from Tiffany's cunt and
ran its smooth head - a few residual globs of jism still
ejaculating from it - over her clitoris.

"Why do you keep cumming in me?" Tiffany whimpered. Reggie
didn't answer.

Wishing to sustain this deception, Kelly waited until Tiffany
hurriedly dressed before loudly fumbling with the door handle and
entering the house.

"Hi sweetheart," Kelly said to Reggie, wrapping her arms
around his neck and giving him a big kiss, acting completely
unaware of what just occurred. "How was your day?"

"Great!" Reggie said with a big smile revealing his white
teeth.

"Hi, Tiff. You look a little flustered - everything okay?"
Kelly asked.

"Everything is fine," Tiffany responded trying to sound as
usual and not realizing the disarray in her silky, blond hair.

"Oh, okay. I'm going to take a shower, and then Reggie and I
are going out for the evening," Kelly said as she turned to
Reggie with a knowing smile.

Tiffany felt Reggie's slimy cum saturating her thong, and
impatiently waited as Kelly took her time in the bathroom,
prettying herself up nicely for a night of partying with friends,
and not finishing until Reggie's cum in Tiffany's panties had
turned to crust.

"Reggie's not feeling well tonight, Tiff. I'm going without
him so he can rest in bed," Kelly mentioned as she prepared to
leave.

Dread instantly seized Tiffany. She feared Reggie feigned
illness for an ulterior motive. "Well, wait," Tiffany barked as
Kelly opened the door. "Can I come with you?"

Kelly's eyebrows rose displaying her surprise, "You don't like
the people I hang out with, Tiff. Besides, I'm late and you're
not even dressed yet.

"One more thing, Kelly," Tiffany continued, trying to delay
her sister's departure and the inevitable. "Did you tell Reggie
about moving out like you said you would?"

"Yea, I wanted to talk to you about that. I mentioned it to
him and he said he was working it out with you, whatever that
means. I thought you might change your mind once you got to know
him. I'm glad the two of you get along okay," Kelly said
hurrying out.

Tiffany knew exactly what Reggie meant and was at a loss for
words as Kelly drove away.

Eager to wash off Reggie's dried semen, Tiffany headed
straight for the shower painfully aware that her body carried
Reggie's seed inside it from their numerous, unprotected
encounters, and would likely receive more from him unless she
could find a way out of this horrible situation.

Tiffany finished her shower, went directly to her room, and
shut the door - no lock she regretfully noted. Maybe the earlier
sex satisfied Reggie as it would any normal man. Tiffany
remained hopeful, but not optimistic, wearing loose-fitting
pajamas and brushing her flowing hair in front of the dresser
mirror before bed.

Still brushing her hair, Tiffany saw Reggie's reflection
appear in her mirror.

"What are you doing in here? Don't you knock before entering
someone's room?" Tiffany angrily asked.

Reggie was a hypersexual black man and Tiffany was the finest
piece of white pussy he ever had. He wanted to fuck her as often
as possible.

"I just wanted to see how you was doing and maybe tuck you in
to bed," Reggie said with a grin.

"I don't need you to tuck me in and I would appreciate it if
you didn't come in my room again. Now get out please!"

Reggie stepped next to Tiffany's back and put his hand on her
shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" Tiffany said, turning around and stepping
away from him. Reggie lunged and caught her.

"Let go of me!" Tiffany yelled entwined in Reggie's bulky
arms.

Reggie's hand followed down Tiffany's tight tummy and inside
the waistband of her pajamas as she struggled to free herself
from his grasp.

"No, please don't do that to me again. I might get pregnant.
Stop it." Tiffany begged. Reggie's fingers easily circumvented
her thong.

"You don't want Darrin and Kelly to find out about us, do you,
Baby?" Reggie asked as he fingered her.

Tears ran down Tiffany's face as she stood in Reggie's arms,
"Oh God, I don't want to keep having sex with you. Why are you
doing this to me?"

Reggie continued sawing his finger in and out of her pussy
without answering. In a few minutes her sobs would change to
moans of ecstasy, he thought.

Soon the sound of Reggie's fingers splashing in her wet cunt
became embarrassingly audible to Tiffany. She could not believe
her body's reaction to this disgusting act being performed on
her. She struggled against Reggie as he maneuvered her toward
the bed. But practically three times her size, the 6'3", 220
pound mass of muscle also had the advantage of inertia and
Tiffany found herself falling backwards into her mattress with
Reggie on top of her. They landed with a soft thud.

Reggie's fist clasped the waistbands of Tiffany's garments and
roughly yanked them down. Tiffany held her legs tightly together
in an unsuccessful attempt to keep her clothing on. Her pajama
bottoms and panties turned inside out as Reggie pulled them down
Tiffany's long legs like pealing a banana. Having grown tired of
futilely resisting physical intimacy with Reggie, and somewhat
used to his enormous presence inside her, Tiffany soon found
herself reluctantly watching him part her sensitive folds and
enter her again. During the long evening Tiffany could not stop
the big, strong, black man. She had no choice but to accept
being joined to him, her susceptible, white pussy becoming
further spoiled by his nigger cock which spewed more of its
dangerous spunk inside it.

Kelly made herself conspicuously scarce over the next two
weeks, providing plenty of opportunity for Reggie and Tiffany to
become well acquainted with each other. Reggie took Tiffany
repeatedly.

As Reggie had anticipated, Tiffany's resistance waned
considerably - to the point of offering only minor opposition at
the beginning of their frequent encounters, which Reggie
interpreted as playing hard to get, followed by relative
cooperation on Tiffany's part during which she would quickly cum
hard for him multiple times. Fucking Reggie's big, black cock was
becoming an unwanted habit for the promising, young, white girl.

Kelly briefly returned home several times to get some personal
items unobserved by her preoccupied little stepsister. Through
the walls Kelly heard the familiar chorus of Tiffany's mattress
loudly squeaking accompanied by moans of pleasure masked in
denial, "Oooooh, nooooooh, please, I can't... No, don't make me
cum again, naaah, ooooooooh!"

The young girl would no doubt beg her sister to stop Reggie
from raping her if she realized Kelly was there. But Tiffany was
cumming so intensely for Reggie that she never knew about Kelly's
presence in the house. Kelly wondered how Tiffany would deal with
Darrin, now that her pussy was thoroughly spoiled by nigger cock.
Tiffany would soon learn, to her dismay, that average size white
penises no longer satisfied her sexually, Kelly mused as she
listened to Tiffany's objections to pleasure through the wall,
"Noooooooo. I'm not cumming again. Oooooh, noooooooooooooo,
aaaaaaah, please."

Tiffany still wanted to be the good little white girl. But
things were far too along for that. Tiffany's once pure, tight
pussy was now well tainted by Reggie's abnormally large nigger
cock, Kelly thought with a smile on her face. d

m The long anticipated day of Darrin's return arrived. But
against her will, Tiffany had grown accustomed to frequent,
unprotected sex with Reggie, and accepted his constant presence
in her body. Tiffany's perception of Reggie's cock had gradually
changed, no longer viewing the virile organ as a monstrous alien
invader but as an affable guest. Subconsciously the poor girl now
looked forward to the orgasms Reggie forced her to experience.

Consciously, however, this was the day when the horrible
nightmare would finally end for Tiffany. The unwanted affair
with a disgusting black man would finally be over with Darrin
back, and her life as the fiancé to a successful white man would
resume, Tiffany thought. Perhaps they could even expedite their
wedding. Tiffany showered, paying extra attention to her
feminine grooming. She put on her sexiest silk thong and bra in
anticipation of making love to Darrin soon.

Having completed a major drug sale, Reggie returned to the
house early. Tiffany mistakenly thought the car she heard
pulling in front of the house was Darrin and ran to the door to
meet him, prepared to give her fiancé a big hug and kiss.
Tiffany's chin practically dropped to her chest in disappointment
when Reggie greeted her instead. She looked extra appealing to
the horny black stud, who quickly realized the reason why Tiffany
dolled herself up. Reggie grabbed Tiffany's arm and led her
straight to her bed.

"What are you doing? Darrin will be here any minute!" Tiffany
protested.

"According to my watch, his flight ain't due in for 20
minutes, and they're usually delayed at least an hour anyhow,"
Reggie responded as he shoved Tiffany into the bed. Tiffany
needed a good fucking before her lame, white boyfriend returned,
Reggie thought as he pried her legs open and peered up her dress
at the outline of her pussy through her sexy silk thong for a
moment, before reaching up and pulling the undergarment down her
legs. Reggie appreciated and would soon enjoy the preparations
Tiffany made to herself that were intended for Darrin.

"Nooooh, please, Darrin will be here soon," Tiffany sobbed as
Reggie ran his tongue over her smoothly shaved cunt while
inhaling the sweet aroma of her perfume. Tiffany's pussy
betrayed her by instantly becoming soaked in response to Reggie's
tongue.

"Yuse know how this works, baby. As soon as I think you've
cum for me enough, I'll finish. We ain't stopping until then,"
Reggie answered.

Tiffany understood that resisting would only prolong the
encounter and increase the chances of Darrin catching them in the
act. Reassuring herself that this would be the last time she
would need to endure Reggie's unwanted affections, Tiffany
reluctantly relaxed and allowed Reggie unfettered control. He
quickly removed her dress and bra, tweaked her nipples to
attention, and went to serious work on her pussy with his mouth.

Reggie knew how to make Tiffany's body respond, and soon had
her climaxing uncontrollably. "Okay, oooooh, I'm cumming for
you. Oooooooooooooooh, please. We need to stop before Darrin or
Kelly get here," Tiffany pleaded.

Ignoring Tiffany's ecstatic pleas, Reggie unzipped his pants
and fed her hungry pussy his nigger sausage.

"Noooooh, Reggie. Please, my boyfriend will be here soon.
Please don't cum in me this time. Take it out," Tiffany implored
to no avail. Again, Tiffany's body contradicted her words and
divulged her secrets to this black tormentor, her pelvis replying
to Reggie's thrusts by grinding back on his meaty cock with equal
fervor, her fingers digging into the muscular flesh of his back
pulling him to her. Reggie would make this cute little white
girl greet her fiancé with a large batch of his nigger sperm
swimming in her womb.

This erotic scene of contrast between Tiffany's beautifully
petite, white body entwined with Reggie's dark, muscular strength
had been repeated often during Darrin's absence. The two
remained coupled past Darrin's expected arrival. Tiffany finally
felt Reggie's enormous cock swell even bigger and begin its
familiar throbbing as it filled her pussy. Tiffany silently
accepted Reggie's seed, closing her eyes and biting her fist as
her chest rhythmically rose and fell from her heavy breathing.
Reggie pulled his long cock from her wet cunt, and rubbed her
clit with its smooth head as the few customary residual rounds of
jism shot out. Some of his cum also landed in her belly button.
Without complaint, Tiffany automatically scooped the white cream
out of her naval and licked it from her fingers the Reggie had
trained her.

Tiffany glanced at the clock and realized Darrin's flight
should have landed 45 minutes ago. She barely finished dressing
when the doorbell rang.

Tiffany tightly hugged Darrin, giving him an unusually
enthusiastic French kiss when she answered the door. But she
felt Reggie's sticky cum leaking from her still wet pussy and
saturating her silk thong. Nothing could change her dark secret:
that no matter how much she loved Darrin, Reggie had forced her
to cum. Her pussy had received Reggie's sperm many times over -
not Darrin's! It had been Reggie's Negro DNA that first inundated
every aspect of her susceptible, white femininity.

Tiffany's pussy felt differently to Darrin as he entered her
for the first time in several weeks. She lacked her former
tightness and seemed sloppy and much wetter inside. But between
wearing a condom and cumming so quickly - as usual - it was
difficult for him to tell if perhaps he was imagining things.

For Tiffany, the encounter was both a physical and emotional
disappointment. She had habituated to the enhanced intimacy of
unprotected sex Reggie forced on her, as well as the increased
friction from his abnormally large penis, but received neither
from Darrin.

"Well, honey, I guess I should be leaving. I have to be at
work early in the morning and I still need to unpack," Darrin
said as he pulled up his pants.

Tiffany had hoped Darrin would stay and protect her from
Reggie. Instead, her heart pounded in her chest with insecurity
and disappointment. "But you've only been here an hour," she
said.

"I know. I'm sorry. But I came here straight from the
airport. I need to get ready for tomorrow," Darrin replied,
oblivious to Tiffany's vulnerability with Reggie.

How could Darrin leave her alone with Reggie again? If only
Darrin knew the things Reggie was doing with her - how he was
forcing her to have unprotected sex and to cum for him. She could
end up pregnant with a black baby, but all Darrin cared about was
getting home and unpacking. Tiffany needed help; however, she
could not possibly confide in anyone about the disgusting, dark
secret. She dressed and accompanied Darrin to his car.

In despair, Tiffany watched Darren's car disappear in the
distance as an unfamiliar car approached. As the vehicle pulled
up Tiffany recognized Kelly sitting in the passenger seat beside
a strange black man.

"Hi Tiff," Kelly happily exclaimed as she and the black man
exited the car. "I'd like to introduce you to my new boyfriend,
Harold," Kelly continued.

"Boyfriend?" Tiffany inquired. "What about Reggie? I thought
he was your boyfriend," Tiffany continued while following Kelly
and Harold into the house.

"No, we broke up, but we're still friends," Kelly nonchalantly
responded. "Harold will be staying in my room now.

Kelly turned to Reggie sitting on the living room sofa.
"Sorry, Reggie, you'll have to find somewhere else to sleep.
Maybe you can stay in Tiffany's room," she said with a quick
wink.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Tiffany replied.

"What do you mean, Tiff?" Kelly asked. "We're all adults
here. Just because you're sharing a bedroom doesn't mean you're
having sex with him. Besides, we can tell Darrin that Reggie's
sleeping on the couch if you think he might get the wrong idea."

Tiffany was speechless. The fact of the matter was that
Reggie pretty much shared Tiffany's bed already and frequently
fucked her.

"I'm not comfortable with this," Tiffany started to say but
then paused as she looked at Reggie. Reggie stared back at
Tiffany shaking his head with a threatening look of disapproval
that hinted at disclosing the secret if she continued with her
protest.

"Oh, it will be fine, Tiff. We all know you would never do
anything inappropriate," Kelly said. "Do you mind staying in
Tiffany's room?" Kelly asked Reggie.

"No, I'll sleep on a blowup mattress if it will make Tiffany
more comfortable," Reggie answered with a poker face. "I'll
sleep on the sofa tonight and we can buy one tomorrow," he
continued.

Tiffany, Kelly, and Reggie each knew he would not sleep on the
sofa that evening, nor would he ever sleep on the blowup
mattress. But each of them maintained the ruse for their own
reasons.

Tiffany went to bed and Reggie quietly lied next to her. His
hand slid into her panties to fondle her clit. Tiffany silently
opened her legs in cooperation rather than struggling and risk
having Kelly and everyone else learn of her embarrassing
relationship with him. Reggie plunged his hard cock into
Tiffany's familiar wet territory while trying to French kiss her.

Tiffany turned away from Reggie a number of times attempting
in her own way to prevent complete intimacy with him. They had
already travelled down this road together before. For a fleeting
moment though, Tiffany only fooled herself into believing she had
some control left in this relationship.

"Open your mouth and kiss me bitch," Reggie said. His raised
voice jeopardized the secret by being overheard by Kelly and
Harold. Tiffany obeyed Reggie; his tongue entered her mouth and
she was forced to swallow his saliva. Combined with the direct
contact of their genitals, ultimate intimacy with Tiffany needed
one more ingredient - her orgasm - to be achieved. Unlike Darrin,
Reggie refused to use condoms and exchanged lovemaking fluid with
Tiffany. The friction from Reggie's bare, giant cock aroused
Tiffany's pussy in a way that Darrin's ordinary penis could no
longer do.

"I can't cum for him again. I've got to stop this," Tiffany
kept thinking to herself with Darrin's recent visit fresh in her
memory. Tiffany realized her orgasm fed Reggie's desire to
control her, and confirmed her body's acceptance of him as its
preferred mate - which she was not ready to admit yet. "Why
couldn't Darrin stay with her instead of hurrying off to unpack?
This would not be happening again if Darrin were here," she
thought. "How could Darrin be so blind as to allow a nigger to
rape his fiancée repeatedly?" she wondered. Her pussy
autonomously and gently squeezed Reggie's cock interrupting her
musings and bringing Tiffany back to the reality of the moment.
She was starting to cum for Reggie anyway. It was no use trying
to fight him anymore. Darrin allowed her to be taken by this
black man who spoiled her once tight pussy with his huge nigger
cock. Tiffany locked her legs around Reggie's ass. Reggie broke
their kiss briefly and Tiffany accidentally uttered the
unthinkable while in the midst of an intense orgasm - "I love
your black cock inside me."

Tiffany immediately regretted what had slipped from her lips.
But it was too late to take it back. She was cumming hard for
Reggie and at that instant her body wanted him more than her mind
despised him. She would feel differently once their passion ended
and her reason returned. But for the moment the only thing that
mattered was the union of his cock with her pussy and their
movement into each other.

The longer the situation with Reggie persisted, the more
aroused Tiffany became each time he forced her to have sex. Yet
she remained in denial. She knew the situation was wrong. She
had to end it soon. "I want to move in with you and get married
as soon as possible," Tiffany almost begged Darrin the following
week when he came to visit.

"Honey, we have a plan and we need to stick to it. With
marriage come bills and children. We agreed to finish college
and establish our careers before marrying," Darrin replied.

"Can I come live with you?" Tiffany asked. "I don't like it
here with Kelly, Harold and Reggie. Reggie gives me the creeps,"
Tiffany continued.

"Why does Reggie make you feel uncomfortable? He's quite, but
seems nice enough." Darrin asked.

Tiffany feared arousing Darrin's suspicions. No one could
ever know about her and Reggie. She quickly changed the
direction of the conversation: "I just want us to be together."

"I know, darling," Darrin answered. Lately he had been having
second thoughts about his relationship with Tiffany. She didn't
seem like the same person anymore. The strong, independent young
woman had been replaced by a more submissive and needy
personality. In bed, however, Tiffany seemed like a nymphomanic,
forcefully grinding into Darrin because she couldn't get enough
of his inadequate penis to reach an orgasm. She attempted to
remove his condom a couple of times. Was she trying to get
herself pregnant? Darrin remained silent about living together
because he didn't think it was a good idea.

Sharing a room with Reggie kept Tiffany too occupied to worry
about Kelly anymore. "Oooooooooh... stop ... fuckiiiiiiing...
meeeeeee. Not again. Oooooooh you bastard," Tiffany moaned as
Reggie's cock worked its magic in her. Kelly and Harold noticed
the squeaks from Tiffany's mattress grow louder each evening,
although they pretended not to hear them.

"It sounds like my little step-sister is starting to enjoy
fucking a black man, even though she'll never admit it, doesn't
it?" Kelly jokingly asked Harold as they sat on the living room
sofa watching television.

"Reggie is legendary. There are a number of white girls in
the hood I know personally who were permanently spoiled by him.
Reggie has a special talent for turning prim and proper white
girls into nigger loving sluts. Your step-sister may not admit
it to anyone, but I know she is one now too," Harold replied.
"She'll never be satisfied with an average-sized cock again."

Kelly quietly pondered what Harold said for a few minutes with
a sense of awe and satisfaction in what she accomplished. After
all these years, Tiffany was no longer her superior. Reggie
successfully coerced her bossy, arrogant, little step-sister -
who always looked down on blacks - into accepting one as her
lover, boyfriend, fuck buddy, whatever you wanted to call it.
Because of Kelly, Reggie drastically altered Tiffany's life,
permanently spoiling her pussy with unprotected sex and his
gigantic black cock. "She will never be satisfied with an
average white guy again," Kelly echoed in her mind.

Darrin scarcely visited for a while, leaving his fiancé
isolated, psychologically vulnerable, and subjected to Reggie's
continued perversions of forced sex. Reggie's physical intimacy
inflicted Tiffany with pleasurable orgasms that, while initially
unwelcome, filled the void of Darrin's absence, causing her to
gradually forget the sex with Reggie was ever unwanted and to
emotionally bond with him.

"Hi darling" Darrin said. He hadn't been by for several weeks.
Tiffany stood close to Reggie as she chatted with Darrin,
treating her fiancé with indifference. Darrin noted her
aloofness. He had forgotten how beautiful Tiffany was - the
gentle curves of her petite figure, her soft, unblemished skin,
high cheek bones, and bright blue eyes. Darrin sensed that he
had lost her. The human nature of wanting what we can't have
rekindled Darrin's desire for Tiffany.

Tiffany missed several of her periods and a bulge formed in
her once flat stomach. Darrin visited more frequently again
hoping to resume his previous relationship with Tiffany and
observed her belly grow round. Darrin remembered the last time
he had sex with Tiffany three months earlier. They always used
condoms even though Tiffany wanted to stop using them the last
couple of times. "How could she get pregnant," Darrin wondered.

No matter how hard Darrin tried, Tiffany remained indifferent
to his romantic overtures. Being continuously fucked by Reggie’s
obscenely large cock had developed into an irresistible habit for
Tiffany, and the physical intimacy had ultimatel transformed into
an emotional attachment as well. Tiffany had secretly fallen in
love with Reggie by the time Darrin finally realized he didn’t
want to lose her. Months later, a robust, black baby boy that
looked just like Reggie voraciously nursed on Tiffany’s heavy
breasts.