Reggie could go almost an entire hour without cumming. Eventually, his cock would erupt like a violent gusher. After a short recovery, he would be ready again. If only Dave had listened to her and hadn't let this sex monster move into their home, Christy thought.
Christy tried ignoring the sensations from Reggie's cock, questioning to herself why Dave went to Amarillo and left her alone with Reggie. How could Dave be so trusting and allow this strange black man into their home in the first place? It was Dave's fault this was happening, and she was having intercourse with Reggie.
Reggie astutely read Christy's emotions. Apparently, she was becoming more comfortable with their relationship, and to having unprotected sex with him, the more he forced her to do it. Small, gradual steps, but progress, and with a little more time, she would be entirely his.
"Put your arms around me and start hugging me, baby. You know what to do. I don't want to send my homeboys to Amarillo to see Dave because his wife's being a cold bitch with her boyfriend. I'll pull out this time if you nice."
"You promise you'll pull out for me?"
"Uh-huh, baby. You know I love you."
It pained her to do this to Dave — to betray him, but she was also doing it for Dave, her entire family, and all her friends, she reasoned — to protect them. Christy's arm glided around Reggie's broad shoulder, while her other hand slid down his strong back and grasped his muscular buttock. "Oh, oh, Reggie — this isn't right. Ah... ah... ooh. Stop making me do this with you. Oh... oh... no... don't make me do this to Dave. This is wrong."
"Don't worry. We not doing nothing wrong to Dave. If he don't ever know about us, it'll be like nothing ever happened. Oh, yeah, baby... you feel so good. You protecting Dave and your family. It's okay for you to love me and your husband. I got lots of money to buy you whatever you want. Just keep quiet about me and I'll take care of you and make you happy. Say you my girlfriend, that you love me and that I feel good inside you."
"Oh, ooh, okay Reggie. Ah, ooh, I promise I won't say anything. Ooh, ooh, just don't hurt them, ooh. Oh, I'm your girlfriend. Ah, I love you. Ah, oh, oh, uh-huh, it feels so good. Oh, your cock is so big. You're so deep inside me. Oh god."
She began sounding convincing to Reggie. But was she just appeasing him?
"Oh, that feels good. Oh, uh-huh, oh Reggie, I can't... I can't keep doing this with you." Christy murmured.
Reggie smiled as Christy's body tensed and her pussy pulsated. Her hand squeezed his ass cheek and she pulled him to her. Her hug strengthened, and her moans reached a higher pitch. "Ah, aah, aah, aah, oh, uh-huh, aah, I love you, Reggie..."
Pussy always told the truth and her body was confirming what her lips had professed. "Does my big black cock feel good in your pussy? You starting to like it, baby? That's-a-girl. Don't fight it no more. Cum for me."
Christy gave in to her body. Her anger and shame were washed away by tidal waves of ecstasy.
"I'm gonna cum soon too, baby."
His announcement abruptly interrupted Christy's sexual musings. She stared into Reggie's eyes. "Please pull out; don't cum in me again this time. I did what you wanted, and you promised."
He surprised her. Christy felt Reggie's thick long cock pulling out of her. She raised herself up on her elbows and watched his penis fire white, gooey jism all over her body in rapid succession, like a fully automatic machine gun, raining warm semen on her face, tits and in her belly button.
Reggie wiped his cock along Christy's engorged clitoris, causing her to make involuntary coital movements.
His penis was dangerously close to entering her again, with cum still shooting from its tip. Christy's body wanted him back inside her. "No, don't put it there," she whimpered to him, her hips rising to accept his return.
He ignored her, teased her, and ran the head of his cock along her pink folds, leaving a trail of semen all around the entrance of Christy's pussy. Aware of how aroused and responsive she remained he resisted the urge to put himself back inside her.
He rubbed his cum into her smooth white skin. He scooped the puddle of his spooge out of her belly button and spread it all along her tummy. He proceeded up to her tits and used the slippery spunk on her erect nipples. He collected the last of it that had landed on her face and rubbed some of it on her lips. "Show me that you love me and swallow me."
Christy opened her mouth for Reggie, as if under some sort of spell, and allowed his thumb to place a glob of his semen on her tongue. The physical contact they kept having was beginning to undermine her dislike of him.
Dave was gone, and Christy felt like he had abandoned her. She had wanted to avoid this situation, but for the next two weeks Reggie was going to be here alone with her and there was little she could do about it. Perhaps she needed to just accept what that meant. If she complied with his wishes Reggie would be kind to her. He withdrew this time before he came. He had bought her expensive undergarments and said he would buy anything else she wanted. He kept telling her that he loved her.
She was unable to conceal how aroused he made her when they had sex, and there was no use trying to deny it anymore either. He had put himself inside her and they had experienced each other's passion.
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In the evening they entered the shower together, Christy glancing at Reggie's enormous penis, which remained flaccid. Their break from sex allowed her thoughts to clear.
She recalled how they started fornicating today, Reggie fondling her in the car after she dropped Dave off. Yes, he had hit her, but there was something alluring about a man wanting her so badly that he couldn't control himself. And the sex that followed seemed like a long, wet dream.
In the shower, Reggie observed streams of water flowing down Christy's fair skin. He took the washcloth and began bathing her. His attentions went from her perky breasts, to her soft cunt and cute ass.
When they exited the shower, Reggie toweled Christy dry. They both stood naked facing each other when her phone rang. She answered it. "Hi, Dave, how was your trip to Amarillo."
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Christy still stared at Reggie when she finished the call from Dave. Reggie held out a pink thong and matching bra he found in her dresser. They were undergarments from Victoria's Secret she had bought to wear for Dave on a special occasion. "Don't know where you hiding the sexy things I got you to wear, but these look nice too. Put them on for me, baby."
Reggie stood nude watching her. She had no choice. After slipping on the sexy undergarments, she headed to her closet.
"What you going in there for?" Reggie asked.
"I need to put something else on."
"You beautiful and you wearing enough. I want to see your gorgeous body. You can sleep in those or in the nude tonight. Tomorrow morning you best be wearing that or be naked."
Exhausted from their day of sex, Christy went to bed in the undergarments Reggie had selected. The nightly visions of his tremendous cock, of her pussy drilled by it over, and over again, played in her mind like a pornographic gif file before she entered deep slumber. But the same images returned to her in a dream the next morning when Christy's journey through forgetful nothingness ended and she entered lighter sleep.
Christy awoke in Reggie's embrace, his hand on her breast. Sometime in the middle of the night, he crawled into bed with her. She could feel his enormous erection against her hip. She was uncertain if they had more sex during the night, but her panties were on and she should have woken if they had fucked.
The late-morning sunlight filtered through her closed curtains and into her bedroom. She had slept for over 12 hours. She usually never slept this long. On her dresser her wedding pictures and photographs of her family members and friends faced her, as if they had been watching all this time and had witnessed every sordid thing she had done with Reggie. Even if she wasn't married to Dave, her family would never approve of her sleeping with a black man like this. Christy carefully tried to ease away from Reggie's hold without waking him.
His right hand left her breast and slid down her smooth, firm tummy. He took in a deep breath and exhaled with his eyes still closed.
Christy dreaded where Reggie's hand seemed to be going, but it stopped at the waistband of her thong.
He resumed lightly sleeping.
She remained motionless. She wanted to sneak out of bed, find the car keys and get away. But she still didn't know where she would go.
She had allowed things with Reggie to go too far for too long. She was in bed sleeping with him, wearing a thong from Victoria's Secret. Their sex was becoming consensual. How could she have let this happen?
Christy felt trapped. She loved Dave and didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to be taken by Reggie anymore. But strangely she no longer hated Reggie. Christy knew how beautiful she was. Perhaps Reggie really couldn't control himself with her. The same haunting question persisted: what if she became pregnant? She was unsure of her cycle and didn't recall exactly when she had started her last period.
She tried to slowly roll on her side without waking Reggie. His hand held her firmly and would not let her move.
He was awake. His hand went into Christy's thong where she had feared it would go all along.
"Please... no. I can't keep doing this with you, Reggie. We're taking too many chances and I could get pregnant. Don't make me have sex again." Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and tried stopping him.
Reggie's morning erection begged him for relief. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take it out before I cum, just like I did yesterday. I love you." His fingers explored her folds and located her clitoris.
"Please, Reggie, no, not again. We can't do this without contraception."
She was already wet for him. She loved to have her clit stroked and it eroded her willpower. She would soon come around. He masturbated Christy until her cries became faint moans. He moved the thin silk strip of her thong aside, carefully stretched her glistening labia open, and placed the head of his cock to her moist pink opening.
"Please, Reggie, no more. Dave and I have been using condoms because we can't afford a baby right now, and you keep doing this without any protection."
"I can't help it, baby. My hard-ons hurt real bad in the morning, and I need you to help me relieve this one. You know I love you. That's why my dick keeps getting this way. It does this because of you. You the one that make me hard like this. I promise I'll take it out before I cum."
"Can't I just play with it and suck on it for you this time?"
She had become adept at giving him oral sex and fondling his penis the way he liked. But nothing was as good as a white girl's pussy, especially in the morning. He would let her suck on his cock later, but he wanted to fuck her now.
It was like Reggie didn't hear her. She felt him hold her vaginal lips open and insert his penis into her anyway. She was already very wet for him. "Ooh, ooh, ah, just for a little while then, okay, Reggie?"
He still didn't respond to Christy. He just went deeper inside her.
Christy wished Dave's condoms had fit Reggie. Uneasy with their genitals having direct contact, she was becoming more complaisant and accustomed to the enhanced intimacy, the sensations his larger penis gave to her without the use of barrier protection. Dave's penis was small in comparison, and he always wore condoms to avoid impregnating her.
"Oh, no, Reggie, I can't." Christy's mouth remained agape and her fingers dug into Reggie's muscular chest.
He began gyrating his hips and grinding up against her clitoris. "Tell me how it feel, baby."
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, please," she moaned as his cock filled her. She couldn't deny him a response, couldn't help herself any longer — "Oh god, it feels good like that. Oh, yes, right there. Ooh, Reggie..."
Christy lay beneath his large frame, instinctively responding to the presence of his enormous penis deep inside her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his back and locked her legs around his ass — without his threats or brute force coercing her — the same way he had once made her do to him unwillingly in the past.
Her pussy contracted rhythmically, as if trying to encourage him to ejaculate. She had become a little more comfortable and complicit with Reggie each time they fucked, and now she was practically his.
Dave allowed Reggie to move in with them and do this to her. Reggie had said he loved her, and strangely, she wanted to believe him. He had promised to pull out before he came this time. All she had to do was act like she loved him, like she wanted him, like his real girlfriend, and treat him nicely. But she would only pretend, Christy convinced herself as her excitement built. She began to orgasm again, and Reggie stuck his tongue in her mouth. He kissed her while she came for him.
After a moment of indulgence Christy turned her face away, as if awakening from a trance and realizing that what she was doing was wrong. "No, Reggie, I can't do this with you."
Reggie grabbed her chin and forced his tongue back in her mouth.
She arched her back, then her arms softly embraced him again. "Mm-mph, mmmm. Oh, I'm cumming, Reggie. I'm your girlfriend and I love you. Mmmm. You feel so good inside me."
She was not acting anymore. The kiss and the hug were real. Christy was surrendering and accepting what she had fought against for so long. She was in midst of orgasm, their genitals already shared each other, so what difference did the kiss and all the rest of it make?
"I'm gonna cum too, baby. You gonna show me that you love me by swallowing it if I pull out?"
It was better to swallow his cum than risk unwanted pregnancy, Christy rationalized. But actually, she liked giving him head even though she could never admit it to herself. Reggie's cum contained enormous amounts of testosterone and other powerful hormones pleasurable to women. "Uh-huh, I want to suck on it and taste you. Please let me suck your cock, Reggie."
He pulled out of her. Christy left the bed, got on her knees as he stood before her, and placed her lips around the head of his penis. She gripped his shaft in her soft fingers and began slowly pumping it. His cock began squirting his rich cream into her mouth and she swallowed all of it. "Mmm, oh, mmm, mmm."
With one hand holding Reggie's enormous shaft, she ran her lips up and down it the way he had taught her, while her other hand gently fondled his big, heavy testicles.
Yesterday morning, she had tried to kick his testicles in what was her final attempt to escape victimization. But she had suffered crushing defeat in that battle, and today she was a conquered woman rightfully caressing his hefty, sperm-filled gonads for him instead. Residual cum trickled down his shaft and over her hand like melted wax running down a candle. She licked it up and her lips returned to the head of his cock.
With eyes closed and mouth agape, she affectionately held his massive black penis, longer than her entire head in length, against her creamy white cheek and sighed, his cock having spent its load only beginning to lose rigidity. Christy felt like she was intoxicated. "Oh, Reggie, you came so much this time. Do you feel better now?"
"Oh, yeah, that felt good, baby. Thank you. My balls ached, and I needed to cum real bad. I love you so much."
"Oh, I love you too," Christy replied, not realizing what she was saying under his spell and in their moment of fading passion.
Alone sitting on the bed as he showered, Christy came to her senses and wondered how much longer this might continue. Would Reggie ever leave her alone? She couldn't run from him or stop him, and she couldn't tell her husband or the police anymore. She had crossed a line with Reggie. She had admitted to him that he felt good and that she loved him, and it had seemed true at the time.
Even though her dislike for him was wavering, she didn't mean any of those things she had said. It was only an act. Reggie had made her say them. She would never betray Dave like that. She hated herself for not fighting harder to stop Reggie; for repeatedly having intercourse with him. But part of her also hated Dave for letting all of this happen to her.
She saw the open rubber she had dropped yesterday still on the floor. Dave might notice it missing when he returned. She needed to replace it and find a larger size for Reggie to use with her. Unprotected sex with Reggie was like playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun. From the amount of semen he ejaculated, he was probably virile enough to make a woman pregnant just by liking her on Facebook.
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Still without her keys, Christy accompanied Reggie as he drove her car into town.
"What do you need at the store?" he asked.
Christy turned to Reggie, her beautiful blue eyes meeting his. "I need to replace Dave's condom that we tried using yesterday, so he won't find out about us."
It sounded like she was trying to protect their relationship and keep it secret from her husband and this brought a smile to Reggie's face. "I know where to go, baby."
Reggie took Christy to a pharmacy in his old neighborhood. Once near their destination, he parked Christy's car on the side of the street a couple of blocks from the store and they walked the rest of the way.
It was a pleasant day, but Christy didn't like this part of town filled with abandoned buildings that were covered in strange graffiti marking the territories of rivaling street gangs. African-Americans everywhere all seemed to stare at her. Blue eyes and blond hair were an uncommon combination in these parts, making her a rarity. A number of people recognized Reggie behind the sunglasses and baseball cap he wore, greeting him like some sort of local hero.
Once inside the pharmacy, Reggie led Christy to the contraceptives.
She located Dave's brand of condoms, and then searched for a size large enough for Reggie. Christy found herself in a dilemma. Purchasing condoms for Reggie seemed like she was consenting to sex with him. But if she didn't purchase the rubbers and things continued, which seemed almost certain, she risked pregnancy. Neither choice was desirable.
She pulled Dave's brand of condoms from the shelf and the largest size she could find for Reggie.
"The smallest and largest rubbers we sell," the elderly black pharmacist commented beneath his breath while shaking his head. Reggie Johnson always seemed to find the prettiest women to fuck and this one was the hottest thing yet. They always seemed to be classy white women too. Reggie must have liked vanilla. The pharmacist rang up Christy's purchases, purposefully taking special notice of the Magnum size XXXL condoms before bagging them. Observing the wedding band on her finger and Reggie standing right behind her wearing a smile that reached both of his ears, the pharmacist chuckled guessing who the Magnum XXXLs were for. "That'll be $32.70."
"I'll pay for them," Reggie offered.
Christy wanted to die from embarrassment. The pharmacist knew Reggie was fucking her. She saw him looking at the two different boxes of condoms and laughing at the large ones she was purchasing for Reggie.
Reggie pulled an enormous bundle of cash from his pocket, causing Christy's eyes to grow wide.
"It's good seeing you again, Joe. Keep the change," Reggie said, handing the pharmacist a one-hundred-dollar bill.
At least the pharmacist didn't know who she was, Christy thought as she left with Reggie's arm around her.
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It seemed like the longest movie she had ever watched on TV. She sat on the couch cuddled with Reggie, very conscious of his arm around her shoulders. She wasn't his girlfriend; she was Dave's wife. But Dave wasn't here to prevent this from happening. It still felt wrong petting with Reggie and part of her had wanted to tell him to stop, but another part of her liked it.
"I'm tired. I think I'll go to go to bed," she announced, rising from the couch and escaping from his overly affectionate arm as soon as the movie ended. She couldn't even remember what the film was about. She briefly noticed the huge bulge that had formed in Reggie's pants again. She had caused him to have another hard-on, but perhaps he could relieve it himself tonight.
"Christy," he called as she had started walking away from him.
She turned and thought she saw a compassion in his eyes she had never noticed in them before.
"I know you think I'm a monster. I've done some bad things to you and I'm sorry about that, but I'm not a bad person. I couldn't help myself. I wanted you so much and I didn't know how to get you. But I'm kind to my friends and people I love. And I love you. I'll take care of you. Can we start over? I'll always be nice to you if you nice to me, okay?"
She didn't know what to say to him. It was late and she was tired. She forced a smile. Maybe she cared for him, but she wasn't sure. "Okay," she softly replied and went to her room.
Christy's thoughts briefly kept her awake as she lay in bed waiting for sleep. She didn't need the condoms she had bought yet. After their trip to the pharmacy, she and Reggie had performed oral sex on each other but did not have actual intercourse since that morning when they relieved his painful erection. They had a long conversation today and a better understanding of each other. After what he had done to her, it seemed like they could never be friends, but it was happening anyway. In fact, they were becoming more than friends. There was a lot of heavy petting on the couch during that long movie. Would Reggie find his way into her bed this evening? The erection she had left him with was likely bothering him.
After a few hours, the amnesia of deep sleep faded, and erotic images of Reggie making love to her occupied Christy's slumber. She thought she was having a recurring wet dream. But when she awoke Reggie was beside her and his hand was inside her panties working her clitoris.
While she was unconscious, Reggie had brought her close to orgasm. She was wet and aroused.
"Reggie, I can't keep doing this with you." But she raised her hips, betraying herself.
Reggie slid her silk panties down her legs and lost them in the sheets as she lay completely naked. At least she was ready for him this time, she thought. She reached for the box of Magnum XXXL condoms sitting on her nightstand and timidly handed one to him.
"What the hell is this for?"
"For me, please use it."
Reggie took the condom from her and tossed it across the room like discarded trash. "Sorry, baby, I love you too much to use that."
"What? But you said you would wear one for me yesterday, Reggie."
"Yesterday was different, a one-shot deal, and Dave's rubber didn't fit me. I told you before that you special to me and it feels better without them. I want us feel each other and I want this to be as pleasant and intimate as possible because I love you, baby."
He kept saying that he loved her, but did he mean it? Oddly enough, she found herself wanting to believe him. "I know it feels better, Reggie. But this is wrong, and we need to use protection. You know I'm married to Dave and we shouldn't be doing this."
Reggie inserted his uncovered penis into her, male and female reproductive organs representing their two races intermingling, their body fluids beginning to mix like ingredients in batter. She felt all of him keenly with no barrier between them.
Part of Christy was glad Reggie refused the condom. Sex without that boundary was better, and deep down she was growing to want that kind of intimacy with him even if another part of her knew better.
"I'm married. If we don't stop, I'll get pregnant and then Dave will know about us."
Reggie ignored her briefly and continued thrusting his massive black phallus into her slippery pink opening before reassuring her. "Don't worry about getting pregnant, baby. I told you I'll pull out, and if anything does happen, I'll always take good care of you. I love you."
"Oh," Christy exclaimed, Reggie's huge unprotected cock creating delightful sensations far too intense to refuse. She was married to Dave, but his small size could never pleasure her like this. She didn't know how or why she had acquired this desire for Reggie and his large penis.
"Oh, ah, okay Reggie, I'm your girlfriend and I love you. I want you inside me."
Moonlight poured in through the window as Reggie watched Christy writhe beneath him, finally drained of all willpower, accepting her fate as his girlfriend and surrendering to female instincts.
"Oh, oh, please. I'm your girlfriend. Oh, I love you. Ah... oh. I'm your girlfriend; I love you. You feel so good inside me."
Christy liked to cum; and nothing made women cum more than big black cock. Make a woman cum enough times on a big black cock and it became habit. He put his mouth over her lips and his long tongue found its way down her throat.
Christy made muffled cries of erotic passion into his mouth as her soft hands, that briefly pushed against his brown, muscular pecs, slid around him and embraced him, the mantra he had made her learn replaying in her mind: I am his girlfriend and I love him. He feels so good inside me. "Mmmm."
She locked her legs around Reggie's ass the way he had taught her.
How would Dave react if he saw his beautiful wife behaving this way, rutting with a big black stud? Dave could have intervened and stopped this from happening, but now his wife had been spoiled by repeated force-feedings and Christy hungered for Reggie's grade "A" negro dick.
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 pleasure to each other. She wasn't too good for niggers anymore, Reggie thought.
Reggie finally removed his tongue from her mouth. "I gonna cum soon, baby. You wanna suck on it again?"
Christy had lost control, couldn't stop grinding her pussy into Reggie's cock. "Oh... ah... it doesn't matter anymore," she heaved. "I love you and you can cum inside me if you want. Ooh, ah, I'm your girlfriend. Your big cock is so deep inside me," she repeated.
Reggie ejaculated copiously.
Her pussy milked his cock as if relishing every bit of sperm from him.
She no longer cared that Reggie filled her with his cum. The more they fucked, the better Reggie felt and the more agreeable she became towards him. 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 perfectly, it seemed — like the moon in the night sky.
Dave didn't ever have to know about Reggie, and as Reggie had said, what Dave didn't know didn't happen. She was Reggie's girlfriend and he could have her when Dave was away. Exhausted from their wild sex, and now secure in Reggie's embrace, she drifted back to sleep having completed the transition from Reggie's rape victim to his consenting partner.
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Outside the house the early morning had silenced the evening conversations of crickets. The moans from love-making that had occurred between Christy and Reggie much of the night had also ceased. In that quiet interval before the birds had yet to begin their songs, light slowly replaced the sleepy darkness in Christy's bedroom, causing her to wake.
Her pussy felt all crusty. How could she keep doing this with Reggie? It wasn't an act she performed for him to protect her family anymore. She had allowed herself to really become his girlfriend.
Christy turned to find Reggie lying beside her, staring at her with his eyes wide open as if he had been waiting for her to wake.
His hand glided down her tummy and between her legs. "Good morning, baby. My cock is hard again and aches bad."
His cock was hard and hurt him badly every morning and all the time it seemed. Christy couldn't believe his sex drive. How could he possibly be horny again after having sex with her practically all night, until just a few hours ago?
Her Grandpa used to call black men jungle bunnies. She always thought it a racist expression. But she never had a relationship with a black man before either. Perhaps it was an accurate description if all black men were this virile like Reggie.
Grandpa would never approve of her doing this with a black man. Her parents would have a hard time accepting it as well. They were all from a different time and from a world where a black man with a white woman was taboo. She had always been the good girl who sought their approval and did the right thing. But her relationship with Reggie had started in her effort to protect them.
"I shouldn't have sex with you again."
Reggie rolled on his back and pulled her onto him. "Get on top and put my cock in your pussy like a good girl. You gonna start making love to me now, baby."
Christy was hesitant to make love to him, but she had already crossed a boundary with Reggie and really was his girlfriend. Now she sought to be a good girl in his eyes and have his approval. She slithered on to his muscular frame.
"Now put my cock in your pussy."
She reached down and fed his shaft into her slit, slowly impaling herself on it. "Tell me when you're going to cum, okay Reggie?"
"Ah...okay, baby. I will. I love you. Your tight pussy feel real good."
Once she took him fully inside her, he firmly grabbed her hips with his large hands and guided her movements until she instinctively took over. She leaned forward against his hard body and her erect nipples poked into his chest.
"That's good," Reggie encouraged. "Oh, I love you, baby."
"Oh, I love you too, Reggie. You feel so good inside me."
Since the first time he took Christy, the same audience of photographs on her dresser had witnessed and continued to watch all the indecent acts Reggie performed with her— viewed the black man defile their white princess and gradually steal her from them. Behind these pictures stood a mirror and Reggie observed the reflection of Christy's beautiful curves and her smooth, firm, buttocks — her perfectly shaped ass humping his slick, black rod. He could see the pink membranes of her labia appearing and disappearing as she slid up and down on his shaft, coating it with her silky secretions like a hot scene in a pornographic movie.
The entire situation seemed surreal to Christy. A month ago, she had never thought about being with another person besides Dave. Her contact with people outside of her own race had been limited. Now she was fucking this incredibly muscular black man with an insanely large penis and she was falling in love with him.
"Oh my God, oh," Christy moaned as her eyes rolled in their sockets. She orgasmed so quickly with Reggie. Dave never made her cum like this.
The phone rang, jerking Christy back to reality like an alarm clock abruptly waking her from an enjoyable dream. It must be Dave calling before work, she thought. She started lifting herself off Reggie, but his hands held firmly around her hips and forced her back down.
"Don't stop until we finished, baby."
"But my phone..."
Her pelvic motions subtly resumed.
"That's it...keep loving me real nice, no interruptions. You don't want to leave me with this painful hard-on, do you? It'll hurt me even worse if you stop now."
She didn't want him to hurt more. Christy shook her head, slowly sliding her pussy up and down on Reggie's cock while he reached for her phone.
"No, don't answer it, Reggie."
He answered it anyway. She prayed it wasn't Dave calling.
"Hi Dave, how you doing, man?" Reggie asked.
Christy's heart pounded in her chest as she heard Reggie say her husband's name. Her fear quickly became anger. She was making love to Reggie and it was Dave's fault. Dave wanted her to treat Reggie better and be nice to him and now she was doing it. Dave was unwittingly chatting on the phone with the man his wife was fucking, while she was actually fucking him. Dave was clueless!
Reggie had been fucking her for weeks and Dave never suspected. Didn't he worry that Reggie might make a pass at her while he was gone? He had only asked her once about the possibility and readily accepted her lie. He never questioned the excuses she gave him for the marks Reggie left on her; didn't notice how often she changed their bed sheets, and most hurtful of all, he didn't seem to miss having sex with her very much.
Why wasn't Dave persistent when she declined his advances? Her refusals never stopped Reggie from taking her. Reggie couldn't resist her and wanted her more than Dave and now she was Reggie's girlfriend.
"Fine. You see that Lakers game? Me neither, buddy." Reggie grinned at her while listening to Dave on the phone. "I've been busy with school, man, doing a lot of studying for final exams. Yeah, I'll be happy to help her if she needs anything. She right here. Hold on."
Reggie handed Christy her phone.
Christy looked mortified. How could she speak with Dave while Reggie's cock was inside her— while she was fucking Reggie?
She had no choice but to talk to him.
"Hi Dave, how are you?" she asked.
She struggled to focus on her conversation with Dave and momentarily stopped moving her hips. Reggie grabbed her firm ass with both hands, and again forced her to resume riding on his penis. She quietly listened to her husband on her phone and absently replied to him while she slowly fucked Reggie. "Uh-huh... yea... okay...I guess."
Reggie embraced her, then parted her ass cheeks and pressed his index finger into her anus. She didn't want Dave to hear, so she silently allowed Reggie to proceed. If Dave only knew the type of studying Reggie was doing, he would have felt differently about his supposed friend.
"Relax, baby," Reggie whispered in Christy's other ear as he pushed his finger deep inside her tight, pink asshole. "You gonna like this."
"Ooh... Dave. I miss you so much," Christy exclaimed while in Reggie's embrace, her naked body against his, his cock and finger deep inside her.
Her voice sounded different to Dave, almost erotic.
"What are you doing right now?" Dave inquired.
"Um, I'm getting ready to do laundry. Reggie wants me to try some new detergent he bought."
"If you need anything while I'm gone, Reggie said he'll be glad to help you," Dave told her.
Dave had no idea how Reggie was already helping 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 gigantic cock in her pussy and a large finger working her asshole at the same time. The double penetration was incredible. She was a virgin to anal sex and she didn't know how erogenous that part of her body could be.
She had to get off the phone quickly, before one of them lost control and moaned, before something was accidentally said that would raise Dave's suspicions. Christy pretended to have a bad signal. "What's that honey? Hello? Dave? Can you hear me? If you can hear me, I love you and I'll call you back later..."
Christy ended Dave's call and turned off her phone, so he couldn't call back.
"You told him you loved him," Reggie said to her after she turned her phone off. "Now tell me how much you love me."
The phone slipped from her hand, landing on the floor next to the bed.
"Oh, Reggie, I'm your girlfriend and you're inside me. I'm making love to you, but I'll say it too if you also need to hear it. I love you, Reggie." She French-kissed him, her hands running up his hard body, across his burly chest and around his neck.
She had thought she loved Dave, but this powerful gangster ignited something more in Christy. He was an alpha male, and she had been left unprotected for him to take too many times. He bought her expensive gifts, wanted to love and care for her, and the intimate things he did to her body kept forcing her to experience pleasure from him. She had resisted, but his constant perverted attacks seeped into her psyche and gradually saturated it. She had learned to like sex with Reggie and she developed feelings for him, as he had predicted she would.
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Dave reclined in his comfortable living room chair, sipping another beer and watching the Cowboys play against the Dolphins with Reggie. "It's good to be back, buddy. I missed seeing the games while I was in Amarillo."
Sharing their home with Reggie turned out to be a fantastic arrangement that allowed them to keep their house. But Reggie received a far better bargain from Dave than Dave ever realized.
Dave didn't notice the changes that occurred between his wife and Reggie — how much friendlier they had become; how she sat close to Reggie on the couch when watching television; how her eyes would sometimes follow Reggie when he walked into the room.
Dave knew his wife, and she would never cheat on him.
Christy wore red bikini briefs made of silk that Reggie had bought for her to bed that evening. Dave lay beside her, gently rubbing Christy's shoulders, not realizing the sexy lingerie she wore were gifts from another man who she was fucking. It had been a long time and Dave missed having sex with his wife.
Dave put on his condom and began making love to Christy with what now reminded her of a little boy's penis. She recognized how deficient Dave was having been with a man so much larger and stronger.
Penis size had become important to her, regardless of what some experts claimed. Dave simply didn't have what she needed. Because of Reggie she had acquired a penchant for big black cock. She missed Reggie's hard muscles, the ways he held her, kissed her, touched her, the sensation of his large, unsheathed penis, his deep penetration, the unity and closeness to him from the combination of these things, and she became frustrated with Dave.
She couldn't cum, but she faked orgasm to conceal her disappointment and finally welcomed Dave's premature ejaculation. "Oh, you feel so good inside me. I love you," she cried.
While they had been making love, Dave thought there was something strange about his wife, although he wasn't sure what. She seemed distant, like her mind was elsewhere, and she felt different to him from how he remembered.
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Reggie phoned one of his lieutenants with an order. "Hi Byron, how sales going?"
It was a rhetorical question. Demand for illegal drugs was always good and sales were always up, unless there was a major bust.
Reggie added, "Hey dog, I need you to get me more of them Sleeping Beauties. I've only got a few left."
Reggie had earned his high-ranking status 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. He had gone through most of his supply.
After speaking with Byron and placing his order, Reggie grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and opened them.
Dave sat on his recliner, Christy by herself on the sofa. She briefly noticed how the brown beer bottles Reggie held matched his gorgeous mocha complexion.
Reggie smiled handing Dave the bottle of Michelob he had already opened for him in the kitchen, condensation dripping down the cold glass like beads of sweat. "Here you go, bro. Drink up."
After bumping bottles with Reggie in a toast, Dave guzzled his third brew.
A little while later, Dave dozed off, the dim glow from the television providing the only light in the room and giving each of their complexions a ghostly appearance.
Christy had fallen asleep as well, her head resting on Reggie's shoulder. Reggie's hand rubbed her inner thigh and then stealthily moved to her crotch. He unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand inside her panties.
"Oh, yes, oh, that feels good," Christy quietly murmured in her sleep. "Oh, I'm your girlfriend and I love you." She was having a familiar dream as he masturbated her. She awoke, grabbed his wrist and tried prying his hand out of her pants.
"No, Reggie. Stop. Not now and not here. Dave will wake up and see us," she whispered. If Dave woke it wouldn't be good.
"He ain't waking up tonight, so don't you worry about him, baby. I've taken care of that."
Christy wasn't sure exactly what Reggie meant, but he pulled her onto his lap as if Dave wasn't there.
Reggie's fingers moved faster inside Christy's pants and her face contorted from an orgasm. "No, please stop," she quietly mewled, Reggie defiantly pulling down her jeans and panties right in front of her husband.
Wet sounds filled the room. They faced Dave with her legs spread open as she straddled Reggie's lap.
Reggie flashed Dave the pink insides of his wife's glistening pussy, gingerly separating her labia with his black fingers. Dave, however, peacefully slept, ignorant of all that was occurring in front of him.
How could he just sleep there like that while Reggie molested her right in front of him? How could he let this keep happening to her without ever coming to her rescue? She twisted with discomfort, Reggie's arm around her thin waist holding her in his lap. Her fidgeting subsided as orgasm approached. Reggie removed Christy's shirt and bra, his hand sliding to her cute breasts, tweaking her nipples, and his other hand working her quivering pussy.
Christy quietly struggled to stop Reggie, fearful of Dave waking and seeing them, and angry that he kept sleeping and didn't help her.
Reggie pulled down his gym shorts and placed his enormous, brown cock inside Christy's tight, pink cunt. Her tiny body writhed on his huge pole, his fingers messaging her engorged clit. His black rod travelled in and out of her tight pink folds. The way his entire cock fit inside her seemed to defy the laws of physics. Dave continued peacefully sleeping while his gorgeous wife was fucked by Reggie right in front of him.
She silently squirmed in Reggie's lap, trying to stop before Dave woke; but Dave never opened his eyes.
Reggie took his time. He grabbed Christy's chin, turned her face and they French-kissed.
"Mmmm, mmmm," Christy moaned while his tongue explored her mouth. Her hips began moving with more determination, euphoria bonding them together along with his deep penetration Dave was incapable of delivering. She didn't care anymore if Dave saw them. Dave, it seemed, had been asleep since Reggie moved in with them — all those times he went to work and left her for Reggie to take.
Reggie came and his semen filled her completely, flowing down his shaft, while her throbbing cunt milked every squirt from him. It was the wee hour of the morning when Christy left his lap. She spoke softly into his ear, "Come to bed with me, okay?"
Reggie gladly followed and the two went to bed, leaving Dave alone in the living room to sleep off what Reggie had secretly put in his beer.
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Spring and Summer had passed, the days grew shorter, and the trees began losing their leaves. The cold night wind carried on lonely conversations with the eaves of the house while Dave slept soundly.
Christy stared into Reggie's dark brown eyes as he prepared to enter her. "Promise me you won't hurt him when he finds out."
"I promise I'll always take care of you and I won't hurt him."
"Are you sure he won't wake up tonight?"
Reggie sunk his cock into her warm welcoming pussy. "We won't have to worry about him this evening, baby."
They seldom worried about Dave waking anymore, and he was never going to find out as Christy feared. Reggie secretly had plans for him. An apparent robbery that would turn deadly awaited Dave the next time he worked late night at the warehouse. The only thing that would be left of Dave would be the wedding picture of him on her dresser, watching every night as Reggie fucked the young widow Dave was going to leave behind. Reggie would have Christy entirely to himself, console her without her ever realizing his involvement in Dave's death.
Like Christy, Reggie had also crossed the tenuous line that sometimes separates love from hate. He could never fully loose his resentment for white folks, but Christy was no longer his vessel for punishing them. She became more than just an object of beauty used for his physical gratification. He cared for her and could never let her go.
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 was 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. His shrewd decision to quickly seize opportunity and take advantage of a young, desperate couple lacking sense paid off.
"Oh, ooh, yes. Ooh, uh-huh, I'm your girlfriend and I love you, Reggie. You feel so good inside me."
"Oh, yeah, I love you too, baby, more than anything else. You gonna always be mine. I'm never gonna let you go."
Christy's beautiful blue eyes stared into Reggie's dark brown ones as they made love. She had missed her period last month, and that altered her relationship with him entirely. In eight more months, Dave, her relatives, and her friends would all finally know the truth. Her parents and grandmother would be upset that she cheated on her husband and had sex with a black man, but they would live with it. After all, the baby was going to by their grandchild. Dave would be angry, but he would either accept it or end their marriage. Regardless, she would never take an innocent, unborn baby's life, so Reggie was soon to be a permanent part of her family.
Perhaps it was a defensive mechanism that distorted her recollection of how her relationship with Reggie had started— the violence and coercion he had once used on her. As she viewed their history together from greater distances in time, she forgot his early cruelty and overlooked his criminal past. He wanted her more than Dave did. He physically satisfied her more than Dave could, bought her nicer things, and treated her kindly once she had fully accepted him into her life.
The past didn't matter anymore anyway. Part of Reggie was growing inside her. He was the father of the baby in her womb, and her long affair with him would finally become obvious to Dave and everyone else when she gave birth. Everyone would soon know the truth about her relationship with this black man. She loved Reggie and he promised to take care of her and the baby. That was all that mattered.
"Oh, yes, your big black cock feels so good in me. Oh, I'm cumming for you, Reggie. Cum inside me now. I love you, I'll always be your girlfriend, and I'm going to have your beautiful baby."
The End
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