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.
Comments