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 The New Parishioner
Keywords: caution, rape, 1st, interr, BM, WF, oral, pett, drugs
WARNING: Do not read this work if subjects containing rape,

   violence, drug use or racism offend you.
Note: this is a revision to the previous version.



   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 carried in their air that same musty stench,
Reggie despised and found disheartening since his earliest childhood, of
old prayer books and Bibles.  His eyes contemptuously beheld the large
cross -- a symbol of cruel discipline, suppression, sexual inhibition and
no friend of his -- suspended from the ceiling above the preacher.

   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 -- a worthier
object of contemplation and the only thing making the malarkey spewing from
Reverend Doyle's mouth and that infernal 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 small, heart
shaped ass.  Melissa accompanied 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.

   A few months back Reggie had placed his drug dealing operation in
trusted hands, left the inner city, and moved to this small rural community
where he remained inconspicuous.  After the prosecution of some
high-ranking government officials on his payroll, he needed to hang low for
a while.

   Reggie missed many things about the city, beautiful women most of all.
Although many of his sexual partners became so unwillingly, city life,
nevertheless, had provided him with a steady stream of girlfriends.  Here
in the boonies that stream had gone dry -- no pussy for four months --
which brought him to the Light of Christ Church.

   Reggie needed pussy badly, and the Light of Christ Church seemed like
the only place he might find some in this small community.  The
predominantly white congregation contained potential.  Reggie particularly
enjoyed cultivating a taste for black cock in supercilious white women. 
While here, he played the role of a good strong Christian deceptively well
and no one suspected evil among them.

   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 gave Melissa
a strange vibe.

   "Peace," Reggie replied.  He noticed Melissa's slight hesitancy as he
took her hand to shake it, her diamond engagement ring and wedding band
giving him brief glimpses of rainbows in their sparkle.  Blood rushed to
his penis.  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 Melissa caused
yet failed to see in his pants.  She probably never fucked a black man
before either, Reggie correctly 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 to
Reggie's elation.

   Melissa's husband was leaving for three entire weeks.  Reggie never
missed an opportunity to get inside a stuck-up white woman's panties, and
the good Reverend Doyle just revealed his next chance.  A smile formed on
Reggie's face from the good news -- perhaps going to church was not such a
bad thing after all, even though he served a different master.

   That autumn Sunday, Summer's last gasp, 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 quite 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.  She had tried
talking Bill out of this ridiculous trip.  Two years ago, when Bill
discovered Jesus, his involvement with the church increased, to where it
now occupied so much of their lives.  She tolerated Bill's zealousness,
even if she did not share it as completely, because she loved him.  She had
even followed him from their previous home in the city to this backwoods
location.

   Melissa went through all the motions for Bill -- joining the choir,
going to Bible study and prayer groups -- yet the unshakable faith everyone
in the congregation shared escaped her, and sometimes she doubted.  She was
an intelligent woman who found it difficult to be 100 percent certain about
something she could not see or touch.  On rare occasions a tiny heretical
notion she kept suppressed tried to surface from her deepest, darkest
thoughts: that perhaps people kidded themselves about God's existence and
He was only as real as Santa Claus.
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 some third world country lacking
civilized amenities.  It was bad enough living out here in the sticks.

   Melissa replied to Lisa with a canned excuse, "I know, but winter is
coming and someone needs to keep an eye on things around the house."

   Bill turned to his lovely wife whose beautifully 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.

   ***********

   Isolated among the barren woods of late autumn, beneath a cold, dark,
starless sky, the house sat.  The wind whisked away puffs of smoke from the
chimney and howled of an approaching storm to dormant, grey trees with
branches twisted like elongated arthritic fingers.  Melissa faced the
fireplace languorously balled up at the end of the sofa as snow and sleet
began pelting the windows.  With Bill away, she took a long needed break
from Biblical passages, and decided to find some entertaining reading on
her Kindle.

   Reggie Johnson went to their church but secretly followed a faith of
self-indulgence.  He worshipped female flesh, and required a Host to
consecrate.  A non-believer might call it luck, but it seemed as if an
uncanny force protected Reggie.  Over the years, he had committed a
multitude of heinous crimes, which included sexually assaulting numerous
women, yet he avoided all repercussions.

   The lights flickered and went dark as the storm brought down a distant
power line.  In this remote area, cell phone coverage was spotty and
Melissa could never get a signal from inside her 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.  Alone in the evening, 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 encouraged, moving to the side, 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 as the huge
black man who greeted her in Church.  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 willpower to stop his eyes
from devouring her and revealing his intentions.

   "I saw the storm coming and thought I better try to 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 this situation for a moment -- the
inappropriateness of a strange black man alone with her at night with her
husband away.  She did not like this scenario, but in good conscience, she
could not refuse Reggie lodging while the storm raged.  She 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 a 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 and wondered what type of strenuous physical labor he
performed to make them so big.  Reggie was 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
joked.

   "Actually, I am a little thirsty, but you can hold the ice," answered
Reggie.

   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,
spiking her tea with a 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 began to look like this black man, a practical stranger, might
have to stay the night -- a prospect that 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, I'll go outside and call for help." It was a tactful hint that
she did not want him here any longer than necessary.

   "We can't get anyone to come out in this weather now anyway, I guess,"
Reggie answered as Melissa returned to the other end of the sofa.

   Melissa sipped from her half-full cup, the cold giving 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.  "Ashville," he lied.  "How about you," he
asked, encouraging a garrulousness uncharacteristic in her the drug
induced.

   Unusual exhilaration and a girlish silliness she had buried years ago
bubbled to her surface in a drunken euphoria and 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!T She
realized something was wrong yet she could not think straight.  She tried
standing and almost fell, but 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 -- nausea and grogginess
setting in on Melissa.

   "Are you okay?  What's the matter?" Reggie asked with a heinous smile.
"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 set 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.

   When he returned to the living room with the items he had found --
Melissa's phone and keys in his pocket, the phone charger and computer
power cord in his hand -- Melissa was gone, 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 went into the frigid night to find her.

   He discovered Melissa slumped over the hood of her locked car.  He
realized he held the car's keys, along with her cellphone, in his pocket.
Snow covered Melissa; still in pajamas, she was soaked and freezing.

   *******************

   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," he
said starting to unbutton her top.  Several buttons flew off the garment in
Reggie's haste to remove it, Melissa's fingers unsuccessfully fighting to
keep them fastened.  Her gorgeous breasts and tight stomach appeared as
Reggie ultimately succeeded in undoing the piece and it dangled open.

   "No, leave alone," she slurred, clutching the open, wet garment to her
chest as he sat her up and 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 shakily 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 possibly be that large.

   "This will get you warm," Reggie said.  He rested his naked, muscular
body on top of Melissa, sinking her into the mattress.

   "Get off," Melissa groaned through clenched teeth, her hands
ineffectively pushing at his sides, her nipples poking 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 caused
her to drowse as he stroked her soft, flowing hair.  The fragrance of
lavender entered his nostrils.  He nibbled up her neck while inhaling the
pleasant aroma and her nipples perked into him more.  "That's it baby. 
Just let me keep you warm," Reggie whispered.

   The flames in the living room fireplace died and the temperature
throughout the house dropped further.  His hand briefly stopped by his
mouth, and with saliva on its fingers descended 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.  During these instances, 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.  The tactic worked and stunned Melissa.  He held her
down and resumed masturbating her, but this time she offered 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 private pink place glistening with secretions.  "That's it, baby, open
up for me," he encouraged.

   He descended to her pussy, his fingers stretching it wide open.  Her
warmth touched his face.  Her divine female scent and recent bath with
expensive soap formed a potpourri that reached his nostrils.  He began
licking and her sweet nectar bathed his taste buds.  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, and her shoves diminished in force.  Ultimately, her
resistance waned, her hands came to gently rest on Reggie's scalp allowing
him free reign.  Reggie greedily ate out her pussy...

   Long after 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.  This perverted act Bill never did to her before
started feeling incredibly good to Melissa.  She became more engaged with
this sinful practice deceived into believing Bill was performing on her.

   "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, you said it's wrong." Reggie's mouth stayed with her
gyrations, refusing to release her pussy from pleasurable torture.

   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 blood.  Bill's penis
felt different to Melissa -- bigger.  It opened her up with incredible
friction she never experienced before.

   Reggie exclaimed, "Oh, you feel so good, baby," to the soothing relief
of dipping his aching cock into her tight, wet, silky cunt -- the rich
white reward for all his patience, days of planning and persistence.  After
all this time, he was finally inside Melissa, her little white pussy fooled
into accepting its first black cock.  "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 or the couple of other men before him who were fortunate
enough to have had her.

   "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, Bill, she thought he felt very different tonight.  It seemed like
ages since she had sex with her husband, their love life diminished from
when they first married.  Bill's penis now tremendously thicker and longer
than she remembered, took forever going all the way into her -- so deeply,
filling her completely -- then backing almost all the way out.  The
sensations from Reggie, unlike any she had ever experienced, became less
unpleasant as her anatomy grudgingly adapted to a new, 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 asked, locking 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 cuming.  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."

   Reggie comprehended Melissa's fragmented thoughts she managed
verbalizing in spite of the kick-ass drug given to her, but the prospect of
impregnating her had an opposite effect on him.  Knocking-up a conceited
white bitch like Melissa would give him a particular sense of
accomplishment.  An unwanted pregnancy would permanently bond this gorgeous
woman to his race through a black child, making her love a perpetual
reminder of Reggie.

   Reggie knew how well the compound he had given Melissa worked in women,
having used it on a number of other victims before her; he only needed to
wait a few minutes for her cooperation to return.

   "Don't worry.  I'll take it out before I cum, baby," Reggie tried
reassuring her.  Deep down they both knew he would not keep his promise. 
His heinous act had progressed too far for too long, felt too good to both
of them now and needed to 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.
Melissa failed to make the connection between the size of Reggie's penis
and the intense sensations she experienced from it, having 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
into performing the sexual act at hand with him.

   With Melissa's lucidity lasting no longer than flashes of lightning, an
hour of passionate lovemaking -- his tongue exploring every crevice in her
mouth, his cock boring into her pussy and practically visiting her cervix,
and their repeated embraces while moaning to each other -- quickly passed.

   "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 that earlier she had wanted to stop Reggie.  She
began struggling beneath him.

   "Shhh, just relax.  No one will know and I'm going to take it out of you
in a little while," Reggie said to calm her somewhat until the drug kicked
in again, 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 cuming again; her pussy was squeezing Reggie's cock uncontrollably and
no words, no 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 and
show me how much you love me -- love my 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 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 cum at least 12
times during her lengthy maiden ride on his big black cock before he
finally allowed himself to orgasm.

   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
collsion.  Her wet pussy kept welcoming his returning cock with involuntary
spasms as if trying to milk it -- and his cock like a geyser finally
obliged, feeding her white pussy an abundance of potent negro jism.

   "Oh, God -- no, don't," she helplessly fretted beneath him, his penis
and her pussy pulsating together from each other.  "You're cuming 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, still very
high from the drug, befuddled, and her embrace from moments ago transformed
into tired, feeble resistance trying to push Reggie off her.

   Reggie rolled off Melissa -- his fat, lengthy penis, now slack, finally
exiting from her with a plop similar to a cork removed from a champagne
bottle -- and replied, "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.  She could not
remember how they ended up together like this though.

   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, and such a dirty, sinful act -- especially with a strange black man
-- repulsed her.  A combination of pain, fear and inebriation left Melissa
with no choice, even though this was horribly wrong.  After receiving oral
sex for her first time, she was about to learn how to perform it.  In
darkness, her mouth found Reggie's slimy shaft, dripping with both of their
slippery body fluids.

   At first it was as nasty and unpleasant as she had anticipated, but the
drug and perhaps all the potent testosterone she was reluctantly ingesting
from him caused change in Melissa.  Somehow the flavors and even the
immoral act itself, became less distasteful to her the longer she performed
it on Reggie, and as if by instinct, she started caressing and rolling his
big heavy balls in her hand while sucking on his huge black penis, in
darkness forgetting again 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 numerous times and for the next
hour, she unwillingly 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 his penis seemed impossible
to be real.  How did it fit inside her before?  She momentarily grasped
that he was not her husband, Bill.  She realized she better make him orgasm
soon or they would likely fuck again -- that would be worse than the
horrible thing she was already doing to him.  She needed to satisfy his
repulsive male organ with her mouth and hands quickly to prevent its return
into her vagina.

   The white bitch was trying to make him cum so he would not fuck her
again, Reggie realized.  Her pussy needed another inoculation of big black
cock .  "That's good.  I'm going to fuck you now," He suddenly exclaimed
pulling 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 about to resume in spite of her 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 supplanted 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, uh-huh,
mmmm..."

   *****************

   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 had made it easier for Reggie to initially 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 -- the flawless body of yet
another young white woman he had drugged and taken the previous night --
still completely nude and a continued feast for his eyes.

   The house was cold without power or fire, their only warmth from each
other beneath the blankets.  His breath formed steam when he exhaled from
his mouth.

   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 forced to rehearse
lessons in self-indulgence -- masturbation, adultery, oral sex and fucking
a big black cock -- sexual practices when performed enough, turned into
difficult habits to break.  Ironically, Bill wasted his time and energy in
Peru trying to convince natives to stop 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 liked 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, her mind 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 how
his black fingers played 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.

   "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 out in the freezing
cold, soaked and in hypothermia.  I saved your life by getting you back
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, and
being outside in freezing cold -- but most disturbing, his huge black penis
and 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 dreams of hardcore adult video clips starring 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.  Melissa 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, determined
to finish cultivating the latent preference for big black cocks in her he
knew all white women possessed.  With enough attention Melissa would
acquire a ferocious appetite for them.  "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 hangover for lingering illness, she emerged from the bed
with the blanket wrapped around her headed toward the chiffonier for some
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 straight with traces of date rape compound still in her
bloodstream.  Did this disgusting pig tear the garments off her,
haphazardly toss them, and force himself on her?  She could not remember
what happened last night, but what else explained the torn panties, the
missing buttons and her clothes strewn about the room this way?

   None of this appeared right or made any sense to Melissa.  Reggie's
story sounded more implausible the longer she thought about it.  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 act and
distract her before her scattered thoughts from the date rape drug
completely cleared.  With her cognitive abilities still somewhat impaired,
now 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 -- smooth, unblemished skin
over nicely toned muscles, 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 even 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 now.  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 it.  His penis was not even erect
and it looked so big.  How did she possibly have intercourse with him?

   Melissa did not know it yet, but she was not contacting the police or
anyone else because he had taken her cellphone and the power cord to her
computer the previous evening; and she was not going anywhere -- except
back in bed for another fuck session -- because he had taken her car keys
last night 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, 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 -- told me
you wanted me.  We banged a bunch of times last night and you loved it. 
You were cumming like crazy on my big black cock.  That makes us fuck
buddies.  You don't get to just 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.  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 only 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 obscured by darkness the previous night. 
Aside from a very thin patch of meticulously groomed 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 him to 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 the special place on
their bodies.  He could control the most conceited white 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 and her thigh tucked in
his arm to prevent it from re-closing as he played with her pussy.  "No,"
she finally 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 cultivated her "little head" more, piqued its interest with
sensations to think about.

   "You want me to stop touching it like this?" Reggie inquired as
involuntary undulations in her hips gradually increased in frequency and
force from his unrelenting strokes.  "That's right," he commented.  "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 have
her last night, and most of all hated her body for betraying her.

   He stopped masturbating her 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 that looked like a
lengthy tree trunk with a humongous ball sac pendulously hanging beneath
it.

   Reggie answered with silence and a smile as he climbed between her legs
and lined up his cock with her opening.

   "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 for some time.  Doctors
had explained that because of Bill's low sperm count, it would be
difficult, but possible 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," Reggie replied, his brown bulbous head
adjoining her moist pink opening, high voltage sparking as their genitals
touched.

   Because of the date rape drug, Melissa had no recollection of his broken
promises last night to withdraw from her.  She vaguely remembered the
repeated intercourse, but other details of their intimacy escaped her and
she remained ignorant of the times he had already filled her pussy with his
potent Negro sperm.

   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, and I wasn't too big for you last
night.  In fact you enjoyed it immensely.  I've got to have your fine white
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?
She was not consenting to intercourse with him -- she would never do that
-- or would she?  She was a married Christian woman and sex with anyone
besides her husband was adultery.

   "I don't have any; never use them.  It's not as intimate wearing them.
Don't you remember telling me how good my cock felt in your pussy?  I want
us to feel each other again, baby, just like last night -- not latex."

   His words sunk into her brain for a second sounding vaguely familiar,
but unlike her own.  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, she felt Reggie's enormous black cock, in its
entirety, completely open her up the way he wanted -- without any barrier
protection.  With her hands still uselessly gripping his shoulders, she
kept her elbows locked to prevent Reggie from settling on top of her. 
Reggie's weight grew heavier, however, the longer she held him off, and 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 from 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 making her move to this isolated place and then leaving
her alone and vulnerable.  Bill had insisted on going with those bible
freaks and 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 what she had experienced with any other men -- including
Bill's modest size penis.  Was this the reason 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
pumping into her -- and then his warm semen flooding her pussy once more.

   *************

   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 had hated oral sex and had never engaged in it because she
believed it was sinful, perverted and disgusting; yet over the past three
days she seemed to receive it from him and perform it on him 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, and she would never enjoy sucking
on it as he asserted.

   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 five more mouthfuls now.  How could a man be this virile,
produce so much semen and practically not need a refractory period?

   Melissa had been drinking Reggie's testosterone-filled semen for days
and the taste was slowly becoming more tolerable, 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," she
tried reasoning, finding it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes off his
incredibly large penis that began looking less offensive to her.  "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, but 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 touching her clitoris, making it sensitive
and her more receptive to his 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 getting bigger and harder 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 from this sinful act.  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!  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." 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 forced to conform to 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 -- you'll get used to it
again soon and start liking it."

   He disgusted 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.  "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.  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 disgust 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 deep 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?" 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 -- forced to betray her
husband, her vows of faithfulness, and join to a foul and despicable
animal, to surrender a physical intimacy that seemed to border her soul,
sensations that actually touched it, with someone she detested -- but her
body began giving a much different answer.

   "Uh, ah, ah, oh, ah, ah, no," she mewled, her arms reaching around his
neck for support, her body pulling closer against him, her pink pussy
traveling 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 tightening, her
pussy beginning to spasm and an obnoxious grin forming on his face.  Her
taut wet cunt kept gracefully sliding 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."

   "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.  She
had always been faithful to Bill, until Reggie tore that precious fidelity
away from her.  This demented black man forced her to experience every
single inch of his monster penis visiting uncharted depths of her
womanhood. The horrible truth was that Reggie now had stolen far more
intimacy from her 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 beat 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
though, her hips on autopilot stuck repeating a perverted dance with him,
her pussy enthusiastically lubricating his black cock and welcoming the
colossal invader more affectionately than her own husband's comparatively
tiny member?

   She was an arrogant, high-class white bitch, Reggie thought.  The type
of woman he enjoyed bringing down this way -- 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.  How would Bill view her?  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 increasing 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
started acquiring the unwanted habit herself.  Although she still eagerly
waited for the snow to completely melt so he would leave, her anticipation
had lost some of its desperation.

   From his days recruiting innocent girls as prostitutes, some from nice
families with very good upbringing, Reggie knew the longer a woman
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 would become doing it.  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
about 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.

   He was doing it to her again, this time in the kitchen on the edge of
the table.

   "No, not here."

   "Oh, baby, you're so wet.  I love putting my hard cock inside your
pussy. Does that feel good?  You starting to like big black cock?"

   He kept asking her if it felt good, if she liked black cock -- cooing
horribly filthy things non-stop while sexually assaulting her.

   Yes, it felt good to Melissa, but that did not mean she liked it or him.
Reggie did lewder things to her each day, that caused her body to
involuntarily respond and orgasm for him.  She disliked all of it.

   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 wanted to sink that knife in Reggie's gut while shouting that she
hated him and his big black cock, but he possessed some sort of power over
her that grew stronger and became harder to fight the longer they stayed
together.  All she could do was moan.  She was pitiful, lying on her
kitchen table, crying out from the powerful orgasm she was unable to stop,
his monster-sized penis burrowing deep inside her unrelentingly, his
gorilla hands groping her perky tits, and his fingers teasing her taut
nipples.  The old wooden table Melissa lied upon squeaked in disapproval of
her inaction each time Reggie drove into her.

   "Ooh, oh, no, I don't like it, Reggie.  Ah, ooh, please stop...don't do
this -- no, ah, ooh, ah, oh."

   "Oh, baby, your pussy feels so good."

   Melissa sensed the growing tension in Reggie's body.  Regretfully, he
had fucked her so many times in the short period they had been snowed in
together that it was like they were longtime lovers and 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'm gonna cum."

   "No -- "

   Reggie released an explosive orgasm he had been holding back all morning
while fucking Melissa, the rich and plentiful cream from his huge heavy
balls draining into her receptive cunt.

   He was not her husband and the disgust Melissa always experienced when
receiving Reggie's seed washed over her again.  He filled her with his
semen, and she felt his long, hefty penis finally pull out of her snug
vagina.

   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're not done yet, baby," he said, an unwelcome phrase she hated, yet
heard from him too 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 -- and wash his vile cum out of her
vagina as quickly as possible.

   Reggie did not reply, absorbed momentarily studying her beautiful
clitoris, now a darker pink than usual and engorged, his brown wet dick
still semi-firm lying on her and beside it, almost reaching her cute
bellybutton.  Her clitoris deserved more attention, he thought.

   He began rubbing her clitoris with the slippery head of his penis,
gently sliding his cock up and down along her sensitive hood.  This
technique drove other women he had previously been with into erotic frenzy.

   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 the 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 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 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 and did not return her gaze.

   Reggie watched her pussy squirm beneath him as if trying to avoid the
highly sensual and addicting contact with his penis, but he was
unrelenting. He held his cock against her tumescent clitoris while sliding
it up and down, charming her sensitive female flesh.  He observed her
pussy's efforts to escape the continued touch of his penis wane.

   She hated herself for having orgasms with him before and didn't want
them again.  Her hand arriving on his strong rippling abs gently pushed at
them, the modest diamonds in her engagement ring and wedding band
brilliantly sparkling against his dark skin.

   "Stop it, please stop it," she whimpered unconvincingly before
capitulating moments later and lying back down on the table, her hand
leaving his hard muscular stomach and coming to rest on her soft inner
thigh that had stayed open for him.

   Her engagement and wedding rings still glinting, appeared unaffected by
the terrible infidelity occurring beside them that rendered their symbolism
completely meaningless -- her sacred vagina abandoning its final attempts
to avoid contact with Reggie's hard cock and beginning small graceful
undulations with it again instead, traitorously exchanging delightful
sensations with another man's penis in betrayal of once honored wedding
vows.

   Reggie's cock and Melissa's pussy began speaking the same language,
saying similar things to each other again.  It was not the first time their
bodies communicated this way, yet Melissa's mouth still stubbornly refused
to acknowledge her intimate feelings to Reggie.

   The contact between their genitals had immediately restored Reggie's
full erection before he even lost it.

   "Oh, oh, ah, ooh don't," Melissa resumed moaning in desperation, while
pathetically cumming for him.

   "Oh, yeah.  Does that feel good there, baby?  Your clitty made my cock
hard again.  Does your husband ever get hard for you like this?"

   Melissa panted.  Sex with Bill rarely lasted more than two minutes and
she never orgasmed from it.  "Oh, God, no, he doesn't.  He's not sick like
you.  Ooh, you bastard, please stop."

   What's the matter, baby?  Don't you like it when I make it feel good for
you?  You're so wet."

   Reggie kept wetting his cock in her pussy, taking his penis out of her
soaked vagina minutes later and massaging her clitoris with it again.

   "Uh, ah, oh, nah ooh, please no -- stop it," Melissa cried, her eyes
barely open, her mouth ajar and her breathing labored.  His cock caressed
her pussy 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; forgot that he had no right touching her there -- that his penis
did not belong anywhere near her vagina, let alone in it.

   "Oh, yeah, baby, do you like the way that feels now?  Does it feel good
there like that?  You starting to like black cock?  Is that black cock
making your pussy feel really nice?" Reggie continued asking in reply to
Melissa's moans of despair.

   *****************

   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 rising and falling with her deep breathing
and her eyes dreamily fixed on the ceiling above.  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 still hard and pointy, her
clitoris of the same hue, 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.

   "Why did you cum in me again?  Couldn't you at least pull your penis
out?" Melissa asked, her voice low and emotionless, her gaze fixed on the
ceiling.  She mostly blamed herself for the inappropriate sexual
relationship she found herself trapped in with Reggie, her memory of that
first night with him remaining murky.  She believed her delirious fever,
however, was no excuse for mistakenly having intercourse with him.  Her
initial infidelity -- an awful decision she could not remember making --
begot this horrible liaison.

   Reggie remained silent.  Using the snow as an excuse not to leave, he
fucked her whenever he wanted -- usually at least four long sessions each
day, like the one just completed -- and turned her previously tidy home
into a mess.  Dirty dishes were piled high in the sink and her clothes
strewn everywhere.  She could not keep anything on very long without him
tearing it off her -- jeans, shirts, pajamas, and underwear in various
places he had stripped them from her forcing her to have 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
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 disgusted 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 -- an attractive bikini style, luckily unripped this time because
she had reluctantly cooperated with him -- siting beside her on the kitchen
table, where Reggie had hastily pulled them off her while she uselessly
protested.

   They had started fucking on the kitchen table almost immediately after
her briefs came off.  The undergarment a last barrier before intercourse
with him in the morning, now a reminder of adultery Reggie forced Melissa
to commit with him multiple times daily.  Melissa realized that all she had
left to wear, unfortunately, were her nice bras and panties -- sexy ones
like this pair she stared at next to her -- that further excited and
enticed him.  She had worn all her conservative ones hoping to be less
attractive to him; but it did not work.  He had hurt her when she
physically resisted and he had ripped all the unappealing panties she had
worn, tearing them off her body.

   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 engaging 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, becoming part of the rain.  With the snow finally thawing
Reggie would leave soon, she thought.  She would forget all the disgusting
things he made her do with him and put the entire ordeal behind her before
Bill returned.  It would be better to live with this horrible secret than
share the embarrassing truth with anyone.  Melissa was determined never to
let a single soul know about her humiliating rapes by Reggie.  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, the panties remaining 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 filled with his sperm.  He
could not be serious.  He was supposed to leave.  There was no way in Hell
she would let him 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 beautiful fuck buddy
all by herself with no one to make her cum for two weeks.  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.”

   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.  With hesitation she followed his
directions.

   Reggie dictated the letter and 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 had
visited deep inside her more than frequently over the past week, robbing
her of any remaining dignity by making her violently cum for him each time.
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', no longer true
because of Bill's neglect and Reggie's wickedness.  Yet she failed to
comprehend how incriminating the letter might eventually become to her.

   Forced to eat forbidden fruit with Reggie, share the taste of his lust
for her flesh and commit horribly sinful acts with him that opened her
eyes, Melissa understood the perverse double meanings woven throughout the
note he 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 are 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 have 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 them 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 into her panties.  She
had no choice.  Since then they had fucked, sucked, and practiced other
perversions more times than she wanted to remember, 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 ridiculous 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 not let her become
pregnant.

   Reggie's wipers set too low and allowing drizzle to build up on the
windshield -- until she could barely see out the window -- irritated
Melissa and ended her silent appeal to God.  "Turn your wipers higher so we
don't have an accident," she snapped.

   "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 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 answered.  She 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.  "I'm sorry, this is my friend, Reggie Johnson; he's a new
parishioner at our church," Melissa said hoping to keep Kelly distracted.

   "Are you two here together?" Kelly asked noticing how nervous Melissa
acted and how close 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 speak and say too much.

   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 close 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 and Reggie said little to each other as he drove.  Melissa
stared out the window at the scene occurring in the black sky between the
moon and clouds.  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, leafless
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 its 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 to Bill, not 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," Reggie irately replied.  "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 she liked his big
black cock?  He made her sick and she despised intercourse with him; she
also feared pregnancy.  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,
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 disgust at her indecently spread legs as his tongue
entered her slit and he nuzzled her tiny golden brown bush, no thicker than
an eyebrow, that appeared black in the moonlight.  Her hands suddenly
became useless appendages that awkwardly pushed at his head with no effect.


   "No, please, don't," she cried.  "Oh -- not there."

   She pushed against Reggie's head while 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," Reggie said as he watched her face contort.

   "Ooh, ooh, uh, no, oh, he didn't.  Don't say that."

   "Oh yeah, is this making 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 treat you the way you deserve."

   "Oh, ooh, no ...  please don't."

   "That's right, keep cumming for me girl and enjoy this -- Bill is
getting what he deserves."

   He 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?" Reggie asked.  "I'll protect you, baby," he
ironically added as Melissa apprehensively stared at the thing she feared
most -- his gigantic black penis, rock hard and ready for her again.

   "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?" Reggie agitatedly asked.

   "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, her hands
beginning lustful explorations of his muscular chest.

   She was in the midst of another orgasm when Reggie lifted her off him,
his thick, long latex covered cock exiting all the way out of her soaked
wearing Melissa's vaginal secretions and flopping onto his firm stomach.

   He never finished with her this quickly.  "Are you done?" Melissa asked
bewilderedly and with a little disappointment, his pleasure-giving penis
abruptly removed from her.

   "I'll get on top now," Reggie said raising Melissa's thighs and
spreading them wide.

   "Uh -- okay," she agreed docilely, now accustomed to extremely long fuck
sessions with him and hormones in her body dictating resumption of their
unfinished business.  She was actually a little 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,"
he replied nibbling 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 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 having felt the
warm spurts of Reggie's jism against her cervix each time they did it, her
pussy over-filled with his cum.  When they finally finished for the last
time, she retreated to her side of the truck as far from him as possible,
and fell asleep against the passenger side window, his potent sperm left
safely inside her warm, wet and hospitable vagina.

   Reggie stealthily took the box of condoms from her purse while she slept
-- 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 -- that 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.  The reply to every plea she made to God for Reggie to stop
molesting her, to just go away, was even more sex with him.  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
cock, 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?  My cock is really hard and achy this
morning."

   His cock was hard and achy every morning and throughout each day, and 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 replied
holding her pajama bottoms.  He pried them out of her hands, yanked them
off, and tossed them on the floor with all the other garments he had
hastily removed from her recently to have sex.

   "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 a Barbie
Doll.

   "No, you need to stop and 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," Reggie answered.

   "No, please don't touch me there anymore."

   "What?  You don't like me touching this?" he cooed softly rubbing her
clitoris.

   "Stop it -- please!" she wailed twisting her hips as he held her legs
apart, her fists sinking 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, please!" 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?" Reggie asked with her pussy 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 I
get an erection, which as you know, is often.  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 then demands abstinence while placing
females like you, with beautiful bodies capable of alleviating my
suffering, tantalizingly close," he explained apologetically.

   Melissa did not reply, but for those few moments, she almost understood
Reggie 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 trying to give her his
mental illness.

   "Please stop touching me there," Melissa sobbed.

   "I'm sorry, baby.  I know I've made you very sensitive and it's feeling
really good for you now.  I'm not going to stop."

   "Ooh, God -- no."

   Melissa tried to fight it, but Reggie cruelly brought her too far -- to
the verge of orgasm -- and then abruptly stopped masturbating her.  "You
ready to fuck now?" he asked, lifting her thighs and spreading them wide.

   "No, please wait," Melissa implored, reaching over for her purse.

   "What are you looking for?" Reggie asked.  He already knew what she
sought -- the box of rubbers -- but she was not ever going to find them. 
His meaty, black cock waited between her legs ready to slide into her
moist, pink slit.

   "I can't find the condoms.  Where are they?" she panicked.

   "I don't know baby, but I can't wait anymore," Reggie replied slipping
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 psychologically
Melissa had begun habituating to coitus with Reggie while bonding with him
emotionally, and her body seemed to appreciate their immoral acts a little
more each time they performed them.

   "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 take her.  "Ooh, ooh, do promise you'll pull
it out of me this time before you cum."

   "Of course I will, baby."

   Melissa's arms somehow began embracing him as his humongous dick drove
into her.  She wondered about what Reggie said -- Bill never complained
about his penis hurting him like that when it got hard, but Bill was not
nearly as large as Reggie was either.  Perhaps the unusual enormity of his
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?" she asked as 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."

   "Ooh, uh, ah, oh," she moaned.  "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 I find attractive 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, yes -- right there,"
Melissa mewled anyway, arching her back and twisting 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 stayed
plugged into each other, the current flowing between them increasing in
voltage and making Melissa climax multiple times, as they zealously
generated even more power.  "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.

   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 into her from Reggie's huge cock.  It had felt so good and now it
was suddenly gone.

   Melissa grabbed Reggie's heavy shaft, slick with their intimate
secretions, 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 his hard, heavy dick 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, resuming
unprotected intercourse with him without even thinking.  At that point
Reggie knew Melissa was his.

   ******************

   Melissa squandered precious days looking for missing condoms and having
more unprotected sex.  She avoided the long journey into town because she
did not want anyone else to see her with Reggie purchasing prophylaxes
again.  Everyone knew she and Bill were trying to have a baby.  With her
husband out of town, 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
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?" Reggie asked.  Snowed in again they
had spent weeks together, and had passed many hours sharing body heat and
fluids.

   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. 
Her body fed his ferocious passion, and that passion filled a void that had
been forming in Melissa's heart from Bill's absence.

   At some point, their physical intimacy 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 it 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 a lot of cleaning both to eliminate
all the evidence of her sexual activities with him over the past three
weeks and in preparation for Bill's return tomorrow.  Reggie was finally
leaving and the adultery with him would 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, so
familiar she could sketch it from memory in minutest detail down to every
vein.  Bill's pathetic little penis did not compare to Reggie's colossal
manhood.

   Her own feelings revolted her.  Did she actually prefer Reggie's cock
over Bill's?  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 at least
temporarily and in the process pleasure herself?

   Melissa thought something might be wrong with her.  She was not thinking
right anymore.  She never felt this way about a man -- desiring him like
this.  Had she been seduced by evil to want such a horrible thing?  She
kept caressing his big hard penis as he slumbered, unable to stop herself
-- her soft strokes leading to 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.  It 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.  "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 said inserting the head of his cock into
her juicy slit.  She 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.

   "That feels nice.  Keep doing that," Reggie said placing his hands on
her flowing hips.

   "Uh, ah, it's so big," Melissa moaned, finally taking all of him inside
her.  "It feels so good.  I love your big black cock in me."

   "Oh, I know, baby, and you're so tight.  That's incredible -- it feels
so good.  Keep moving.  Oh, yea, just like that."

   "Ooh, ooh, I'm cuming, I'm cuming, 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.  "Thank
you, baby."

   Her hips slowed, then stopped, 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 comprehend
the extent of Reggie's attraction to her.

   **********************

   He was finally gone.  After their morning sex, he spent the day helping
her clean and left that afternoon.  The affair with Reggie -- the horrible,
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 in Hell.

   Unfortunately, part of Melissa found 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.  Melissa remained on
the couch and drifted off to sleep.

   **********

   The chug of Reverend Doyle's SUV outside woke Melissa.  She jumped from
the sofa where she had fallen asleep during the night, and hurried outside
where Bill stood with his suitcases as the SUV pulled away.  "Oh, I missed
you so much," Melissa cried as they embraced in the crisp morning air, the
eastern sky crayoned orange by approaching dawn.

   Bill held her tightly.  "I missed you too, Melissa.  It's great to be
back." She was always lovely, but during his three weeks away, she became
more beautiful, like a great work of art appreciated after the passage of
time.

   Bill had left a warm summer in South America and greeted the bitter
winter here with a shiver.  "It's freezing.  Let's go inside and get caught
up," he said as the first rays of the rising sun showered them in gold.

   While Melissa and Bill spent the day together catching up, Reggie woke
alone in his bed without anyone to help alleviate his erection.  He missed
Melissa's tight, silky cunt, her gorgeous body and her intelligent
conversations.  He needed her.

   By evening, Melissa and Bill reoccupied their usual spots on the sofa,
and sat exactly where they did three weeks ago before Bill's departure --
when he read Matthew 25:35 -- 25:40 to her.  On the surface, everything
seemed to be back to normal for Melissa.

   "I'm not going on a long trip like that again without you.  Next time
you'll have to come with me," Bill said.  "It was God's work and I'm glad I
went, but I worried about you here by yourself with all the bad weather. 
Thank God, that Reggie fellow you mentioned in your letter helped you.  He
sounds like a good strong Christian.  You will have to introduce me to him
tomorrow at church so I can personally thank him for taking care of you. 
Maybe we can have him over for dinner or something."

   Melissa had tried burying her memory of Reggie, but its corrupt corpse
kept rising from the grave she dug for it like a zombie hungry for more
flesh.  Bill had no clue how thoroughly Reggie took care of her -- how he
spoiled her pussy with big black cock, oral sex and expertly administered
masturbation -- while Bill was in Peru.  What she did with Reggie lingered
in her mind haunting her.

   She had forgotten about the letter that almost canonized Reggie he had
made her write to Bill.  How could she face Reggie with Bill after what
they did together so many times while Bill was gone?  Nevertheless, she
could not let Bill know anything was wrong or he might suspect something
occurred.  She changed the subject:

   "You must be exhausted between jet lag and traveling all night.  Can't
we take tomorrow off from church?  We can spend a romantic day just the two
of us."

   Occasionally his wife suggested something stupid, like trying to talk
him out of going on the mission in the first place, Bill thought.  However,
the Bible explained that this was not Melissa's fault -- she was a woman,
and like all women, a sensuous descendant of Eve more susceptible than man
to temptation.  It was his job to protect them by avoiding Adam's mistake,
exercising his better judgment, and not following Melissa's advice
obviously originating from The Great Deceiver.

   "Absolutely not -- I can't believe you would suggest we miss church
after I haven't gone in weeks and Reverend Doyle is expecting everyone who
went on the mission to be there to tell the congregation about it," Bill
admonished.

   At night, the bed felt peculiar to Melissa and Bill for very different
reasons.  For three weeks while in Peru Bill had missed Melissa along with
the luxuries of soft sheets and a comfortable mattress.  The same could not
be said for Melissa, who had spent far greater time in their bed growing
accustomed to someone else's intimate companionship.  A well-endowed black
stud had pleasured her more than Bill could ever imagine.

   The faint glow of a nightlight outside their bedroom allowed Bill to
study Melissa's delicate features partially obscured by shadows.  Her eyes
had closed and her chest gently rose and fell with whispered breaths that
calmed him like the voice of cascading water in a lazy brook.  His hand
landed on her soft, perky breast.

   Melissa journeyed through that early stage of sleep where a medley of
scenes that took place during her day played back from her subconscious
like rambling echoes on her way to deeper slumber, when Bill's touch
abruptly brought her back.  For a moment, she thought she was with Reggie,
but then almost disappointedly realized it was Bill fondling her erect
nipple through the soft silk of her pajamas.  It had been months since they
last made love, and of all times for him to want sex, now was when she
desired him least, her memory of Reggie still so fresh it felt like Bill
was tearing off a newly formed scab without allowing the wound to heal.

   "I'm really tired, honey," Melissa mumbled, the physical desire she once
had for him seemed lost like her distant childhood.

   Bill persisted and before long was inside her anyway.  Melissa wished
she could enjoy being with him again, but something had changed in her. 
She thought she still loved Bill, but their chemistry was not working.  Sex
felt inappropriate with him now, like they were siblings instead of husband
and wife.

   Bill's size, which had never concerned her before, seemed so inadequate,
only hinting at pleasures far beyond his ability to produce.  She had been
so spoiled on big black cock for three weeks that she felt no appetite for
what Bill had to offer now.  Melissa performed her wifely duties
convincingly.  In less than two minutes Bill finished, rolled over, and
went to sleep, leaving her with that frustrating and unrelieved discomfort
Reggie had described experiencing with his erections.

   For three weeks, Reggie had forced his sexual habits on her; Melissa
needed an orgasm.

   Unable to stop thinking about Reggie and his big black cock while Bill
slept, she slipped out of bed, her willowy figure a silhouette against the
pale glow from the nightlight down the hallway as she tiptoed from their
bedroom.

   She eased the door shut, silently turned its lock, and felt her way
inside the bathroom where she touched herself to try to alleviate the
engorged clitoris Bill selfishly left her.  How did it get this way?  The
sex with Bill was lousy.

   Reggie had taught her this disgusting habit by playing with her clit so
frequently and by making her do it herself sometimes while they had sex. 
Now she was doing it to herself alone for the first time.  She felt dirty
and perverted and began to cry in the darkness.  Her body never use to
react this way.  Masturbation was a sinful and unsatisfying substitute for
another person.  She needed to go back to bed with her husband.  She
stopped playing with herself without reaching orgasm, confused and with her
clitoris still swollen.

   *************

   With frosty breath like quickly vanishing smoke when they exhaled,
Melissa and Bill hurried down the grey sidewalk that parted a frozen lawn
of dead, brown grass and led to the church entrance.  So much had occurred
in the three weeks since Melissa last attended services.  She felt awkward
coming this morning, as if she no longer belonged here.  If she played the
part of the good Christian wife and tried to get her old life back, perhaps
God could forgive her for what transpired with Reggie -- and perhaps she
could even forgive and forget it herself eventually.

   Bill typically liked to sit up front at church, but they arrived later
than usual and settled for a rear pew today -- "the expensive seats," as
Reverend Doyle humorously called them.  The large wooden cross, hanging
from thin chains in the ceiling, appeared to float weightlessly above the
altar in a stream of yellow sunlight that flowed from a giant window off to
the side behind it, and cast a long, distorted shadow that fell across
their aisle.

   Melissa sat beside Bill and wore a lovely pink dress that accentuated
her petite, curvy figure as Reverend Doyle began Sunday service.  To
Melissa's relief Reggie was not there and some of the stress she felt
showing up at church faded like the relieved nervousness of a public
speaker once finishing delivery of a dreaded speech.

   Melissa had not prayed in weeks and was still angry with God and Bill
for allowing Reggie to take her.  She realized to get her old life back she
could not stay bitter.  She needed to forgive God, Bill, and herself.  She
lowered her head and closed her eyes.  As she finished praying, someone
bumped into her.

   Reggie had wedged himself beside Melissa in a space too small for his
huge muscular body.  How did he have the chutzpah to sit beside her here in
church, in front of her husband, after what he did with her?  She wished
she had feigned illness this morning and remained home, her palms and
armpits suddenly dripping with cold sweat.  Bill was too involved in his
prayers to notice how Reggie's body touched hers.  She was already against
Bill and could not move over any more.  Reggie's familiar warmth penetrated
his suit and her dress where their bodies made contact.

   Reverend Doyle continued to speak and pray, but a silent noise from
Reggie's presence prevented Melissa from hearing anything the good Reverend
said.  The noise became distinguishable images in her mind.  She envisioned
herself on her knees sucking Reggie's enormous black cock while looking up
into his dark eyes and running her hands over his sculptured abdominal
muscles; lying on the floor in front of the fireplace with Reggie spreading
her legs and eating her pussy; his thick, huge cock sliding in and out of
her tight, wet slit.  She tried to put the horrible thoughts out of her
mind but they kept returning as unwanted memories often do.

   As she looked down and tried to pray, the big bulge in Reggie's slacks
drew Melissa's eyes to it.  At one time, she would not have noticed it, but
now she found herself staring at his obvious erection.  She knew why his
penis was hard and part of her wanted to rub it for him.  She felt her
pussy getting wetter from her thoughts.  Why did he come to torment her? 
She could not stay next to him with his body against her like this for an
hour; her panties were already soaked.  She attempted to hold Bill's hand.

   Somewhat annoyed at his wife's inconsideration for interrupting him,
Bill gave her hand an obligatory squeeze of affection and released it to
resume worship.  He would speak with her later about disturbing him while
in prayer.

   Reggie hated being in that church more than Melissa did for a different
reason, but he would endure an eternity of it to stay next to her, their
bodies touching -- tantalizingly close to joining.  The tips of his fingers
lightly grazed the soft pink fabric of her dress where it covered her outer
thigh.  He wondered what she ever saw in her husband.

   Bill was not tall, handsome or muscular.  He appeared like the type of
man who made big productions over trivial matters -- a niggler, a rather
pale and nerdy looking fellow with thick, black rimmed glasses, greasy
combed-back hair, a scrawny physique and medium stature.  He was older than
Melissa was -- in his mid to late 30s Reggie estimated.

   What combination of money and charm did Bill use to woo a prize like
her? She was definitely way out of his league in appearance.  What struck
Reggie most was the way Bill almost recoiled from holding Melissa's hand,
heedless of her beauty.

   Among a sea of heads which bobbed up and down like gentle waves in
agreement with something Reverend Doyle said, Melissa spotted one head that
shook in disagreement across the multicolored waters like whitecaps but
actually different hues of hair -- mostly grey with a spattering of blond,
brunette, red, and black.

   Kelly Ward glowered at Melissa when they briefly made eye contact.  How
could Melissa Morgan have the audacity to come to church with that black
man?  Kelly wondered.  She just knew Melissa was committing adultery with
him.  When Kelly obtained enough evidence, she would inform Bill and
everyone else in town about the beautiful little Melissa Morgan who was
nothing more than a filthy whore.

   Melissa looked away from Kelly and became acutely aware of Reggie's
fingertips on her dress slowly crossing her threshold of sensation as their
weight settled against her thigh.  She knew what Reggie wanted.

   The letter she had written to Bill about Reggie, along with Kelly Ward
seeing her buy condoms with Reggie at the Family Foods Supermarket -- when
put together amounted to pretty convincing evidence of an affair, Melissa
suddenly realized.  She desperately wanted to shove Reggie's hand away, but
she could not risk creating a scene, drawing Bill's attention and providing
any additional clues.  She needed to play it cool, and for as long as
possible prevent Bill from learning what Kelly Ward had witnessed.

   When services finally concluded, Melissa stood and hugged Bill tightly,
her pussy sopping wet not from him, but from Reggie who sat against her
with his fingers covertly grazing her outer thigh during most of the
ceremony.

   "Peace be with you.  I love you," Melissa spoke in Bill's ear, her eyes
closing as she embraced him.  Bill only briefly returned her hug.  He
coldly released her to greet other parishioners far too soon, when she
wanted to be held by him more than ever and protected from the horrible
temptation right next to her.  Melissa kept her back toward Reggie looking
for anyone else to acknowledge besides him.  Compared the intimate passions
and ecstasy she had shared with Reggie, a hollowness in the gestures and
words people exchanged became apparent to Melissa as she watched.

   "Hi, you must be Melissa's husband.  I'm Reggie Johnson.  Peace be with
you," Melissa heard his voice from behind her say as she cringed.

   Bill and Reggie shook hands.  Melissa saw Reggie's smile, carriage, and
firm handshake exude the strength and self-confidence of an alpha male
unafraid to take what he wanted in life, including another man's wife.

   Melissa, now obligated to finish the introduction or appear suspiciously
rude, continued, "Oh, yes Bill, this is the man I wrote you about -- the
one I prayed with and who got wood for me during the storms."

   Reggie held back laughter at the innocent double entendre -- perhaps
Freudian slip -- neither Melissa nor her husband caught.  Bill had no idea
how much "wood" Reggie actually gave to Melissa and intended to continue
giving her.

   "Nice to meet you; I remember seeing you before I went to Peru.  Thanks
for taking care of Melissa while I was gone.  You ever played football?"
Bill asked as his eyes briefly raked over Reggie's muscles and then looked
up at him.

   "Not since high school years ago."

   "Well, it was very kind of you to do all those things for Melissa and we
would like to thank you by having you over for dinner tonight."

   "Not tonight, honey," Melissa interjected while successfully concealing
her dismay.  "You just got back and haven't rested yet, and I need time to
prepare something."

   "Nonsense, I'm fine and you have plenty of time to whip one of your
specialties up tonight," Bill insisted, annoyed with Melissa's unusual
behavior.  She had not been herself since his return it seemed.

   "Okay, folks," Reverend Doyle suddenly boomed with labored breaths into
his microphone that suggested an obese man who failed to follow his own
preaching and partook in overindulgences throughout his life.  The clamor
of Sunday greetings quieted like a flock of noisy birds after the snap of
gunfire as everyone retook their seats.  "Our group of missionaries -- Bill
Morgan, Scott and Lisa Fridas, and Larry Smith -- will illuminate us on
their experiences in Peru and will be available afterwards for questions."

   "That's my cue," said Bill as he hastened to join Reverend Doyle and the
others at the podium.  Melissa and Reggie glanced at one another, two
people who shared dark, intimate secrets.  She scooted over into Bill's
available space to create distance between them.

   "I don't know what you think you're up to, but you're not coming over
tonight or any other time.  Leave me alone," she grumbled through clenched
teeth, glaring straight ahead at Bill and the others without looking at
Reggie.

   It was no way to treat her boyfriend and fuck buddy, Reggie thought, his
confident smile undaunted by her acrimony.  She would reconsider once he
had her alone again.  Meanwhile they sat through the tedious orations
neither one of them found very interesting, having committed far more sin
together than Bill and his friends prevented during their mission.

   Minutes excruciatingly passed at the pace of years, but after producing
unbearable ennui, the boring speeches finally concluded and Bill returned:

   "Listen Melissa, I need to stay a while for an upcoming men's retreat
we're planning.  I know you need to get started on dinner.  Can someone
give you a ride home?  I'll be back in a few hours." Bill selfishly
explained, without thinking to find a ride himself so Melissa could use
their car.

   Reggie smiled.  Bill was doing everything right to loose his beautiful
wife to him.

   Melissa was going to tell Bill she would wait to take him home and that
Reggie declined their invitation, but before she opened her mouth to
answer, Reggie responded:

   "I can bring you home, Melissa.  I'm looking forward to dinner with you
guys tonight.  It's the least I can do to show my appreciation.  I live
fairly close."

   "That would be great, Reggie.  Thanks a lot.  I'm also looking forward
to this evening.  We'll talk some more then," Bill replied, hurriedly
pecking Melissa on her cheek.  "I'll see the two of you later."

   He went off to join whatever group he was involved with this time,
leaving Melissa stunned.  Bill was ignorantly giving the huge black stud an
opportunity to put his cock into her pussy yet again, having no idea what
Reggie had already done with her.

   The church emptied around them like a rapidly deserted theater after a
poor performance.  "You ready to go?" Reggie asked with a smirk Melissa
wished she could smack off his face.

   "You just keep your goddamned hands off me, you understand?  I'm not
your girlfriend and we're not fuck buddies anymore; my husband is back and
that's not happening ever again.  Do I make myself clear?"

   "Perfectly -- let's go," he replied, smile persisting while sweeping the
air with his hand for Melissa to proceed before him toward the frigid
breath of a winter afternoon.

   *************

   The roar from Reggie's truck accelerating on the isolated road echoed
through dormant forests sullenly surrounding them.  Melissa sank back into
the seat beside Reggie -- little more than a day after she had believed
they were through, their affair over.  She sat quietly engaged in desultory
thoughts: Bill had changed since they married -- mostly after finding Jesus
when he persuaded her to move from the city.  A little more each day she
detested the Bible thumpers Bill considered his friends and these desolate
backwoods.  She wanted her old life back and Bill the way he was when they
first met years ago.
Then she thought about Reggie: Would he try something with her again? 
She knew the answer but preferred to remain in denial.  If she resisted
would he leave marks on her that Bill might see?  Part of her wanted to be
strong and fight Reggie, but then sex with Reggie no longer seemed as bad

as Bill finding out about it.

   In a small town where everyone spoke to each other this skein also
included Kelly Ward and the box of condoms she saw Melissa purchasing with
Reggie.  Melissa remembered the different sex acts she had performed with
him too many times to count, and realized things had gone on too long.  Now
any scenario where Bill learned of her true interactions with Reggie would
be disastrous, her marriage ruined and the details of her adulterous,
interracial affair repeated in gossip for years.  Somehow, she needed to
stop seeing Reggie before Bill and everyone else in town found out.

   Two miles away from her house, their truck slowed and turned down a dirt
road Melissa had drove past many times before but never bothered to
explore. She grew uneasy.

   "Where are you taking me now?" she wryly asked, the frozen dirt road, a
combination of bumps and brown ice, making her voice trill and his truck
clatter.

   "To my place -- I want to show you where I live in case you ever want to
visit."

   How ludicrous, Melissa thought.  Did he really believe she would ever
come to him of her own volition?  She knew without any doubt what activity
Reggie still intended to pursue with her this afternoon and she grew
nervous.  Why did she come with him?  Why did she let him in her house that
first stormy night?  Why did Bill go on that stupid missionary trip to
Peru, leaving her alone for Reggie to take to begin with?  Why did Bill let
a huge black man he did not even know bring her home this afternoon?

   "I'm not ever coming to visit you.  I want to go home and I want you to
leave us alone.  I'm married and I'm not having an affair with you,
Reggie."

   "You're already in an affair with me and it's going to continue," Reggie
replied.  "I'm your boyfriend and we're fuck buddies, remember?"

   Ahead the end of the road became visible to Melissa -- it led to his
property where the skeletal remains of trees abandoned by leaves stood
somberly still around his bungalow like silent mourners outside a lonely
mausoleum.

   Reggie turned off the ignition and quiescence reclaimed its dominion. 
Winter muted the afternoon with a sun that limped across the southern sky,
long shadows and a daylight that barely surpassed summer sunsets.  They sat
a moment then Melissa interrupted the silence, "You don't even care for me.
If you did you would stop making me do this with you."

   Reggie looked at her a moment, her beautiful face attracting yellow
sunlight that poured through the windows of his truck and painted a sparkle
in her heavenly blue eyes.  Melissa was the quintessence of every gorgeous
woman.  He cared for her as much as possible, which was why he had to do
this and steal this once happily married woman away from her husband.

   "You know I love you, baby -- and a hell of a lot more than that dweeb
you call a husband who can't even hold his beautiful wife's hand in
church," Reggie replied.  "He left you in a lonely house deep in these
woods to fend for yourself through a dangerous storm -- all so he could
feel better about himself by telling other people how to live their lives
as if his was so perfect."

   Reggie opened his door but she obdurately refused to budge.  "Come on,"
he growled.  His steel grip suddenly around her bicep dragged her across
the seat and out of the truck with him.

   "Ow, let me go," Melissa demurred stumbling against his grasp along an
uneven stone walkway toward the entrance of his home.

   The floor in his ancient house, a dull, dark brown oak, revealed its age
in creaks it released like tiny cries under the weight of their steps.  His
dwelling, while a drab shell on the outside like every other Melissa had
seen in these parts, proved different in its contents.  Inside Reggie's
home was a refreshing assortment of modern furnishings, rich decorations,
and new, cutting edge electronics, including a state-of-the-art, 75-inch
Samsung LED HDTV the capstone of it all occupying most of the living room
wall.

   It occurred to Melissa that while she had shared passion, many intimate
sensations and emotions with Reggie, she really knew very little about him.
Perhaps there was more to this black man, like the interior of his house,
which she could use to her advantage to stop him harassing her.

   "This way to the bedroom," Reggie said ushering her along.

   "Wait a minute.  Where did you get all that nice stuff?"

   "We'll talk about that later," he anxiously replied.  Melissa observed
the huge erection in his pants.

   The mattress was firm, yet comfortable with fine silk sheets.  Melissa
sat on the edge of his king size bed in her pink dress and stared up at the
large bulge in his slacks.  She needed to stop having sex with him.

   "No, I'm not doing that with you!" she adamantly declared.

   He sat calmly beside her then grabbed a crop of flaxen hair from the
back of her head, his demeanor instantly changing as he pulled her skull
backwards.  Reminded how cruel he could be, her eyes widened in pain and
stared fearfully up into his.

   "Ow!" she yelped.

   "Don't make me remind you that we're fuck buddies.  You're going to
spread the good news by opening your pretty legs for me.  I'm going to put
my cock in your pussy.  Do you understand me?" He spat his words into her
face while twisting her hair tighter.  "Let's try doggy style," he
continued, still pulling at her hair.

   The way we think we will act in bad situations is often unlike the way
we really respond when desperation takes hold, like the patient who
confronts news of terminal illness, or the soldier who dodges bullets. 
Such was the case with Melissa as she felt hairs tearing from her scalp and
pain worse than she had imagined.

   Reggie smiled, released her hair and unbuckled his pants.

   He stood naked with his big black spear pointing toward her, then he
leaned down, reached up her dress -- his hands traveling over her smooth,
warm thighs -- and his fingers slipped inside her panties.  "Up for me," he
instructed.

   Melissa lost her free will and obediently lifted her butt for him to
slide the garment down her legs.

   She felt abandoned by God and her husband.

   "Okay, up on the bed now on all fours," Reggie guided her, lifting the
Sunday dress over her hips, her tight heart-shaped ass sticking out.

   "Oh, this is fine -- really fine," he commented, groping her firm
buttocks, its curves an image signaling a primitive need beyond himself
handed down through countless generations from the very origins of life
itself eons ago.

   She nervously waited for him to mount her while his hand went between
her butt cheeks and rubbed her ass.  His fingers reached a little further,
into her pussy, and made sure she was wet and ready for him.

   "You're soaked, baby.  Have you been waiting for my cock since I left
you on Friday?  Is that why you've been so irritable?" He slipped his
phallus inside her and began thrusting.

   "Ah, no," Melissa cried in bitter defeat.  Deep down she knew nothing
good could come of this.  Did it matter anymore?  Perhaps there was no God,
only what Reggie was doing to her.

   "Oh, yea, how does it feel, baby?"

   Neither words nor the animalistic grunts and moans emanating from her
could adequately express what she felt -- a confused mixture of discomfort
becoming pleasure, hate similarly succumbing to an incomprehensible desire.
Perhaps this was the ultimate meaning of life and she needed to give in to
it.  Lost in unwanted ecstasy, soon only its continuation occupied her
thoughts.

   "Oh damn you feel so good, girl," Reggie exclaimed as her pussy hugged
his cock.  He nudged her shoulders and she instinctively followed his
guidance and lowered her face to the satin pillows, her ass sticking up for
him to drive in deeper.

   "Ooh, ooh, ooh," she mewled, his huge scrotum bumping into her clitoris.
She did not want to cum for him, but lost control and did anyway.

   "So soon, baby girl?" Reggie asked rhetorically, feeling her pussy
spasm. He knew how to use his cock with Melissa and make her cum like a
16-year-old boy fucking for his first time.

   "Ooh, Reggie.  I can't keep doing this," Melissa cried.

   "Yes you can, baby.  No one's gonna find out.  Don't worry.  It'll be
okay."

   "Oh please don't make me," she whimpered.

   Reggie held off his own orgasm even though his balls ached from the
constant erections he left unfulfilled since his last time with her Friday
morning.  He was converting her to his religion, a faith that fully
recognized, worshipped and experienced the miracle of beautiful female
flesh.  Her pleasure and satisfaction was more important than anything else
on Earth.  "Does that feel good, baby?"

   "Ooh, God," she cried out.

   He reached up under her dress and bra and played with her stiff nipples.
"You see how much fun we have together as fuck buddies?  Do you still want
to go home or do you want me to keep my cock in you a little longer?"

   Melissa refused to reply to his taunts.  He would not stop anyway no
matter what she said.  She was not sure anymore that she wanted him to
stop.

   "Okay, baby doll, I can't be mean and take it away from you.  I'll let
you enjoy my big black cock a little while longer."

   Melissa climaxed several more times before Reggie announced the approach
of his own orgasm, "Oh, I'm going to cum baby."

   Her wet pussy seemed to give up his cock reluctantly as he pulled it
from her and sprayed jism on her buttocks.  He slid his cock across the
slippery white goo it had just ejaculated all over her ass, spreading it
out as if with a paintbrush into a smooth, shiny layer.

   "Are you done?" Melissa asked, watching over her shoulder.  Reggie
finished with her and she silently climbed off the bed, found her panties
on the floor where he had dropped them, and slid them back on.

   ********************

   Melissa sniffled as if she was coming down with a cold and watched the
trees pass by outside her window in his truck.  "Do you even believe in
God?" she turned to him and finally asked.

   Reggie squinted -- in front of them above treetops, an orange sun
hovered offering blinding light but little warmth.  "I'm an Epicurean, baby
doll.  I believe in now and enjoying the finer things in life, most
importantly, a gorgeous woman like you."

   "So you don't believe in Heaven or an afterlife?"

   "Baby, I was in Heaven earlier -- when we fucked.  I go back every time
I'm in you.  Isn't that enough?  You won't find Heaven after spending all
your beauty and youth acquiring old age and you're rotting in the ground."

   Reggie's warped philosophy disturbed Melissa because it contradicted
everything Bill had taught her about Christianity, but in a way, it made
sense.  She sat in Reggie's truck on her way to a miserable home and a
husband she no longer desired all because of him it seemed.

   It defied logic.  In spite of his abusive treatment, a tiny spark Reggie
had already released inside Melissa burned increasingly hotter for him, now
reaching the verge of flame, while the fire she had faithfully nurtured all
these years for Bill cooled to dying embers from Reggie consuming its fuel.

   Reggie drove up her vacant driveway.  Melissa almost wished Bill would
catch him dropping her off after their little hour-and-a-half excursion. 
At least her secret adulterous affair with a black man would finally be
over.  What excuse could Reggie possibly tell Bill for their delay?

   Bill remained at church completely unaware of his wife's adulterous
activities with Reggie.  In a spot shaded by verdure in summer, she hopped
from Reggie's truck where the rays of a winter sun effortlessly passed
through barren branches, landed on top of her head, and turned her blonde
hair golden.

   "I'll see you tonight, baby doll," he said before she closed the door.

   *********************

   Bill's eyebrows scrunched together above his glasses as he admonished
Melissa: "When I'm in prayer I don't want to be interrupted.  We can hold
hands other times.  I can't focus on the Lord's word if you distract me
like that.  And another thing: it was rude of you to contradict me in front
of Reggie Johnson.  You don't rescind my invitations after I give them.  As
a man, I'm the head of this household, not you.  You don't have veto
power."
Bill's nostrils began flirting with an appetizing aroma from the
kitchen. After fucking Reggie most of the afternoon, Melissa quickly
started dinner just before Bill's return.  "Whatever you're cooking smells

good," he said changing the subject.

   Melissa disregarded the compliment.  He seemed always to be in prayer,
at work, or doing something that required his attention at her expense.  He
could not even give her a child.

   Some head of the household Bill turned out to be, Melissa thought.  He
left her alone for three weeks for a huge black man to come and fuck her;
he came home, allowed the the big black stud to fuck her more, and invited
him to stay for dinner.  Perhaps Bill deserved having his wife bred with a
black bull and stolen from him like this.  Melissa was weary from her
afternoon activities and did not want to argue.  She went to the bedroom to
freshen up for Reggie's arrival.

   The 27-year-old woman staring at Melissa in the mirror still looked like
a young, beautiful girl, but perhaps not as young or beautiful as once ago.
Small pools of tears overflowed beneath her eyes.  She remembered her love
for Bill, which now seemed to fade like the crying girl's beauty in her
mirror.  What she had done with Reggie was highly immoral, but it felt so
good and filled an emptiness Bill left in her.  How could she feel this way
about a disgusting black man who repeatedly raped her?  It was not really
rape anymore.  It had turned into something else, much darker, a while ago.
A part of Melissa liked Reggie taking her, and it was winning a battle over
the part of her that did not.

   ************

   Dinner was finished, the dining room table cleared save their glasses,
an open bottle of red wine, and the white tablecloth variegated with faint
rainbows from a crystal chandelier that hung above them.  The three sat
around the table, Bill and Reggie conversing, Melissa staring at the
colorful patterns.  The subject of God and the Bible invariably monopolized
all conversation with Bill and tonight was no exception.  Melissa believed
this would be Reggie's downfall; it would become evident to Bill that
Reggie was a heathen who knew nothing about God or the Bible.  Bill refused
to associate with anyone he thought was not a strong Christian.  At least
Reggie would not be back for dinner, Melissa thought.  She had already
shared much more than bread with him -- much more than Bill could ever
imagine.

   Unfortunately, to Melissa's surprise, Reggie's knowledge of God and the
Bible was impressive in most part and exhaustive in others dealing with of
all subjects, Lucifer and his descent.

   "It almost sounds like you sympathize with Satan," Bill said.

   "No, not exactly," Reggie explained: "But the other side of the story,
the Apocrypha, was edited from the original Bible.  God and Lucifer
actually loved one another.  They were partners.  Lucifer was God's
favorite angel because of his beauty, intelligence and talent.  Lucifer,
however, felt like an overqualified employee with some great, unutilized
ideas.  He went off on his own, with a few friends, to prove his worthiness
and fully exercise his gifts for a while.

   "When God saw the full extent of Lucifer's skill, He knew He had worthy
competition and didn't like being upstaged.  The God Lucifer loved so
dearly reacted to his accomplishments by not allowing his return.

   "In anger, Lucifer devoted himself to his more challenging work here on
earth.  You can't despise Satan; he plays a vital role in the existence of
free will."

   Reggie spoke citing obscure ancient texts like a scholar and as if he
had actually been present during Satan's descent.  Bill found these topics
and Reggie's grasp of them fascinating, but the discussion brought ennui to
Melissa.  Bill finished drinking his glass of wine and yawned:

   "Excuse me, that jet lag must be catching up with me or something I
guess; I have to get up early for work tomorrow.  I'd like to stay and
discuss more scripture with you, but I'm going to head off to bed."

   Reggie gave Bill an understanding smile and stood to shake his hand good
night.  "Thank you for having me for dinner; it was very gracious of you. I
guess I should be heading home as well."

   "You're welcome.  I'm really sorry.  I never get this sleepy.  You don't
have to leave on my account.  You and Melissa discuss more Bible if you
want," Bill replied groggily and staggered to the bedroom.

   Melissa suspected Reggie had somehow put something in Bill's drink as he
had done with her the first time he raped her.  "He only had two glasses of
wine.  What did you give him?" Melissa asked in an irate whisper with her
eyebrows creasing.

   "It won't hurt him.  I gave him something to help him sleep soundly so
you and I can have some fun tonight during Bible study.  I saw how bored
you were getting with that old story I was telling him," Reggie answered.

   Melissa knew what Reggie meant by "Bible study" and wanted none of it.
"I don't want to do that with you anymore," she said unconvincingly.

   "Sure you do, baby doll, for just a little while.  No one will know. 
It'll be real quick."

   She sat in her chair, her determination wavering, Reggie next to her
with his hand rubbing her inner thigh.  She feared Bill would hear if she
resisted.  Reggie could easily hurt him.

   "Come on, baby.  You know you want it.  Spread the good news for me."
You don't want my cock to hurt me again." Reggie added, his hand getting
closer to her pussy.

   Melissa felt defeated.  She paused for a moment, trying to think of
something to say -- a way out of this situation -- but before she could
tell Reggie to leave, his mouth locked on hers in a French kiss.

   "Mmmm, mmmm" Melissa moaned while rising from the chair.  Reggie held
the back of her head and prevented her from breaking his kiss.  The shadowy
corridor, where Melissa cautiously watched with wide eyes for Bill's
return, glimmered in orange with echoes of light from untended flames in
the living room fireplace, like a memory of vague dreams.  Reggie's other
hand targeted the button on her jeans.

   Anywhere but here with her husband in the other room, Melissa thought,
her hands instinctively trying to block Reggie's access.  How could Bill
keep allowing this to happen to her?  Reggie released the back of her head,
devoting both his hands to the task of getting into her pants.  Her butt
banged into the table backing away from him.

   "No, not here," Melissa whispered as Reggie succeeded in unfastening the
button.  "What if Bill wakes up?"

   "Bill isn't waking up for eight hours, baby doll," Reggie answered,
lowering her zipper as she clutched her jeans to keep them on.  He pulled
her hands to the monstrous bulge in his own slacks.  Melissa could not stop
herself from palming the long, thick contours of his member straining
against the fabric as if trying to break free from a cloth prison.  She
knew how much discomfort his unrelieved erections caused him.  This was so
wrong, yet out of habit as much as passion she mindlessly unbuckled his
belt to free his cock from its captivity, reaching inside his boxers and
fishing it out -- like a prize catch.

   Her jeans pooled around her ankles and Reggie's fingers crawled up the
front of her shirt unfastening its buttons on their way to her cleavage.

   "Are you sure Bill won't wake up?" Melissa whispered as he unhooked her
bra.  With his arm around her back, he nibbled up her neck and slipped his
hand inside the front of her panties.

   "Positive."

   "Ooh, no, I really can't do this anymore," she tried to protest while
gently tugging on his cock.  "You've got to stop; you need to leave." Her
hand slid up his bare muscular chest and pushed against it as she arched
backward over the table.  He jerked her panties down.

   "Up on the table, baby," Reggie said his hands latching to her hips and
lifting.

   Seated on to the edge of the table, she watched him slide her panties
off the rest of the way, ignoring her empty petitions to stop.

   She fell back on her elbows and watched with a grimace as he spread her
legs open -- as if Bill had never returned and they were still alone in the
house -- and began performing oral sex on her again.  She had learned to
like Reggie eating her pussy, but felt guilty with Bill in the other room.

   It was supposed to be over between her and Reggie.  She had convinced
herself that life would return to normal once Bill was home.  Melissa
failed to realize, however, that normal permanently changed for her.  "Oh,"
she whimpered, Reggie's tongue licking her clit.  "I can't."

   In actions contradicting her words, her elbows relaxed and she slowly
lay all the way down.  She stared at the chandelier hanging above them with
crystals dangling from it like diamond necklaces sparkling in the sun.  It
was so sinful letting Reggie do this too her, but her pussy felt so good
from it, flooding with moisture and drowning out that little voice in her
brain urging her to stop him.  Her hands gently ran over his nappy hair and
held his head between her legs.

   Reggie's fingers spread her labia wide as his tongue sliced through her
wet folds.  This beautiful, pink flower was his.  She could pretend to
belong to Bill, but her pussy belonged to him.  He had successfully put his
demons inside her; she would never rid herself of them.  They were now part
of her.

   "Does this feel good, baby?" Reggie asked as he fed her lusts, making
them fatter and hungrier.

   "Ooh, ooh, uh-huh," Melissa moaned as her pelvis began to undulate.  He
held her vagina stretched open -- exposed in a way it had never been for
anyone else, including Bill -- and marveled at how it glistened
attractively in pink.

   Reggie recalled the first times he had spread her open like this, how
she fought him.  He put her in place and kept doing it.  She had cried from
embarrassment and shame when his fingers held her lips apart and he gazed
at her raw womanhood -- touched it and closely watched its reactions, until
she no longer had anything left to hide from him.

   His thumb gently stroked her clit.  "You sort of like it touched now
huh?" Reggie asked as she bit her fist and arched her back.  I'll take care
of it baby.  I know you miss this."

   Melissa wished she had the strength to stop him.  He drained willpower
from her each time they were together until she barely had any remaining --
she had spent it all like a savings account depleted on worthless
investments.

   She started cumming.

   "That's it -- just let it go," Reggie encouraged.  He knew it was
difficult for her to completely acquiesce.

   "Oh, God," Melissa gasped.

   He scooted her to the very edge of the table, lined his dark, meaty
shaft up with her entrance, and inserted just its head into her pink
opening.  "Do you want me to fuck you now?" he asked while drawing tight
circles around her clit with his thumb.

   Melissa could not say yes with Bill sleeping in the next room.  She knew
deep down how immoral this was.  "Oh, please don't," she helplessly
exclaimed, realizing she was becoming hopelessly addicted to his cock the
more he fucked her.

   "I know, baby," Reggie replied sinking further into her.  "It's still
hard for you to come to terms with our relationship and your love for big
black cock now."

   She turned her face away from Reggie in embarrassment and watched the
multicolored images of various fruits imprinted on the white wallpaper
dance as her body jerked back and forth beneath him.

   Her pussy felt incredible around his cock, snugly soothing the throbbing
erection he had endured while pleasuring her.  "Oh yea, you're so silky
wet, baby," he said.  His thumb maintained tiny circles around her clit;
and her stretched pussy lips gripped around his slippery shaft as it slid
through them.

   "Oh, ooh, ooh, don't make me cum again, Reggie," Melissa cried.  She
could not stop herself and her pussy began milking his cock as if hungering
for its potent sperm and trying to make him cum with her.  She did not want
this, but he made her body do things she could not control.

   Reggie loved the way her snug pussy clenched his cock even tighter, in
fits of pleasure when she came; he watched her eyes roll and close as she
succumbed to ecstasy.

   Bill slept soundly through the grunts and moans of his wife as a huge
black man took her -- through the splashes from the man's big black cock
diving into her pussy and claiming it.  Reggie climbed on top of her and
they kissed.  Their enthusiastic thrusts caused the table to shake, the
wine glasses and bottle to fall over and precariously roll back and forth,
ever closer to the edge, as Reggie and Melissa obliviously fucked.

   The wine bottle was first to jump to its death, followed by the three
glasses -- one by one committing suicide by smashing into the tile floor
and shattering into hundreds of sharp irreparable pieces like remnants of
Melissa's now broken marriage.

   **********

   Melissa and Reggie remained completely naked, like they had been most of
the time Bill was away, her pussy holding an entire night's worth of
Reggie's cum about to receive more as they fucked on the floor.  In the
dark living room shadows danced around them in quivers of orange and yellow
from the glowing fireplace.  She faced the flames as they warmly waved into
the cold night air, her blue eyes containing their fiery reflection.  His
hands held her hips with her back facing him.  She rode him like a black
stallion, reverse cowgirl.

   "Oh, please stop making me do this.  Your cock doesn't belong in me,"
Melissa cooed with her hips gyrating like his penis was the handle to an
old-fashioned coffee grinder she turned with her pussy.

   "Yes it does.  Oh, yea, baby.  Keep working your pussy like that.  It
feels so good.  You going to cum again for me soon?" he asked with his
hands following on her hips like she was his dancing partner.

   "Uh-huh," Melissa cooed.  Each of them already knew what the other
liked. They quickly became part of each other when they fucked, even though
they did not belong together because she was married to Bill -- even though
she had fought against it with all her strength for the longest time. 
Reggie made himself her addictive habit and nothing else mattered when she
was doing him now.  "Oh, Reggie," she cried fingering her clit, holding his
heavy balls and climaxing again.  "I don't know about this.  It's wrong."

   "No it's not, baby.  It takes away that terrible ache in my cock I told
you about.  It can't be wrong if it feels this good."

   God did not want anyone to suffer, Melissa rationalized to herself
wanting Reggie as badly as he wanted her.  "Ooh, I guess since it helps
with the pain you have it's okay for us to do this." His penis was so big
it probably agonized him terribly when it got hard, Melissa thought.  It
got hard often because of her, so it was only right that she help him
alleviate it.  "Are you going to cum for me?  I don't want it to hurt you
tonight, Reggie."

   "Yea, baby.  l'll let you know when this time.  It was hurting before
but feels really good now.  Keep doing that with your pussy."

   For the third time that evening, Reggie's penis erupted inside Melissa,
spewing its warm lava of love, relieving his big testicles of another giant
batch of negro sperm needing an egg to fertilize.  "Ooh, you're cumming. 
You forgot to tell me, Reggie."

   Melissa dismounted him.  His huge cock exited her like large summer
sausage.  A rivulet of white jism ran down his black shaft, like melted
vanilla ice cream leaking from a chocolate-coated ice cream bar.  She
tenderly held his long, heavy phallus -- freshly withdrawn from her pussy
and slick with both their juices -- in her petite hands and began licking
the delicious cream up, running her tongue along his rod and over the
sensitive head of his cock.

   "That's it baby, just like I taught you.  Oh, yes that feels good.  Do
you like the way my cum tastes?"

   "Uh-huh," Melissa moaned in reply, still lapping up his delicious cum,
enjoying its taste, his giant cock so ridiculously large she used both
hands holding it and had plenty of shaft to spare.  She could not remember
exactly when it happened, but she now found his big black cock extremely
desirable and attractive, and liked sucking on it.

   ***********

   Melissa accompanied Reggie to his truck, the approaching dawn chasing
away the evening's darkness.  Through the barren tree branches a crescent
moon stubbornly lingered on the horizon.  He opened the door and she
wrapped her arms around his neck -- one last goodbye kiss.  They had spent
the entire night fucking while her husband slept.

   "What time will Bill be at work today?" Reggie asked.

   Melissa hesitated for an instant, and then as if under some hypnotic
trance replied, "He'll be gone by eight-thirty this morning and won't be
back until six-thirty tonight."

   "Good girl," Reggie grinned.  "I'll see you later."

   His truck pulled away with its tires kicking up bits of dirt behind it
and its taillights staring back at Melissa like two evil red eyes
disappearing in the distance as it drove off.  She suddenly felt guilt and
shame return.  What was she thinking and how could she do this?  She was
married and supposedly Christian, yet she just told Reggie what time Bill
would be at work so he could come fuck her today.  Torn by conflicting
emotions, Melissa felt confused and unsure of what she wanted.  Somehow she
was drawn into an affair with Reggie, caught in his lecherous web that
further tangled around her each time she fought to escape it.  The repeated
stings from his seductive cock had finally paralyzed her.

   Melissa slipped into bed beside Bill while he slept.  "Honey, it's time
for work," she said nudging his shoulder to wake him as if she had been
next to him the entire night.

   Bill yawned rising from slumber: "Wow, I haven't slept that soundly in
years.  I was exhausted.  How was Bible study with Reggie last night?" He
rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his gorgeous wife lying next to him coming
into focus.

   "Fine, I guess."

   Melissa looked tired to Bill -- her blue eyes glassy and slightly blood
shot, her pupils constricted to tiny dots in a ray of sunlight that cracked
through the blinds and fell across her face.

   "I liked him; I was impressed with his knowledge.  For a black man he's
pretty smart.  Maybe you should study bible with him more often -- you
would probably learn a few things," Bill remarked pretentiously.

   Her husband's blindness angered Melissa even more.  Reggie had fucked
her with his huge black cock all night again, made her cum multiple times
while Bill slept.  His sperm was swimming in her pussy at this very instant
and Bill was suggesting she spend more time with him.

   Bill could not imagine how much time she had already spent with Reggie,
doing perverted things Reggie taught her to like by unrelentingly making
her practice them with him.  She had lost all desire for Bill because of
what Reggie made her do.  Reggie had given her a ravenous appetite for big
black cock and it was all Bill's fault.

   "I'll call Reggie today and ask him to study Bible with me if you want.
I didn't rest well last night, honey.  I'm going back to sleep now," she
said rolling over.  Melissa did not want to speak with him anymore.  A
black man had repeatedly taken her and Bill had allowed it to happen by
always choosing his faith over her.

   Reggie was taking her from Bill and Bill was too stupid see it, Melissa
thought.  She actually looked forward to Reggie's visit later, to seeing
him now on a daily basis for "Bible study" with Bill's ignorant blessing.
Reggie would take her again, put his big black cock back inside her pussy
and they would fuck all day, every day while Bill went to work.

   **************

   Weeks later...

   Winter had selfishly stolen every color created by summer and fall, the
grass in front of the church brown and frozen beneath a crowd of vehicles
congregated on it waiting for their owners.  Bill briskly walked from the
warmth of his car toward the building.  He looked for Reggie's red pickup
truck among the vehicles still coated with morning frost, his pace hurried
to escape the bitter cold, his hands buried in his pockets and the collar
of his coat turned up.

   While the vehicles sat parked outside, their owners gathered around a
table containing coffee and doughnuts in the fellowship hall.  Facing the
table, the filaments in a space heater sitting on the floor produced a red
glow, but their heat made little impact in the cold room.  Most of the
people in this group were men, but a few wives were also present to see
their husbands off on the religious retreat Bill had helped plan.  Bob Ward
stood with his attractive younger wife Kelly, the powdered sugar from a
raspberry filled doughnut he just finished eating left its residue on the
45-year-old's dark mustache.

   "I'm glad to see you could make it on this retreat, Bob.  This is going
to be a great opportunity for us men to get closer to Jesus," Bill
proclaimed.  "Have you seen Reggie Johnson?  He said he was coming."

   Bob and Kelly gave each other strange looks -- the type of looks people
give one another when they share an uncomfortable secret.

   "What is it?" Bill inquired of their stunned silence.

   "Why don't we go talk privately in the chapel, Bill -- you me and
Kelly," Bob suggested, sympathetically placing his hand on Bill's shoulder.


   No one bothered turning on the lights.  The overcast morning sent a
murky stream of daylight through the chapel windows that only dimly reached
the rear pews where they sat, their facial features hidden from one another
by shadows.

   "It's not our place to pry, but do you think there might be something
going on between your wife and this Reggie Johnson guy?" Bob asked.

   "What do you mean, something going on?" Bill crossly replied.

   "Bill, you're a good strong Christian and we don't want to see you
hurt," Kelly warmly interjected.  "I've driven by and seen Reggie Johnson's
truck in front of your house while you're at work."

   "I'm aware of that.  We're all friends and they study Bible together."

   "Is that what they're telling you?  I saw them at the Family Foods
Supermarket together buying condoms while you were in Peru.  Were those
condoms for you, Bill?"

   Bill now shared their stunned silence from minutes ago.  His mouth hung
open in shock as his mind processed information.  After a moment, he spoke:
"This can't be right.  Melissa doesn't like black men that way.  She has
told me before that she doesn't find them attractive.  I mean she's not
prejudiced or anything, but she would never commit adultery and do
something like that -- especially with a black man.  What you're saying
isn't true.  They're good strong Christians just like us."

   "She didn't come to church once while you were in Peru, Bill.  She
hasn't been to church, except when accompanying you to Sunday services. 
She quit choir, hasn't been to Bible study with us, stopped attending all
the meetings.  She has become distant.  That Reggie Johnson always seems to
be near her.  What does anyone really know about him?  Can't you see the
change in her?" Kelly replied.

   Their eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, but they could almost
hear the smile dropping from Bill's face and his heart pounding in his
chest.

   Bob placed his hand on Bill's shoulder again, "Bill, old buddy, we're
sorry to be the ones to tell you this, but we can't bear watching Melissa
make a fool of you in front of the entire town.  Maybe you should skip this
retreat and get things straight with her."

   ***************

   "Shit!" Melissa exclaimed.  A blue "+" sign on the home pregnancy test
confirmed what she had feared after mornings of nausea and missing her
period.  She did not need Maury Povich or a DNA test to identify the likely
father.  She began crying.  How would people treat her with a black baby?
How would she explain it to Bill?

   The warm shower hardly soothed Melissa's anxiety.  She tried not to
think about her terrible predicament.  She finished bathing and studied
herself in a corner of the bathroom mirror where steam had begun clearing.
Her tummy was still flat; her nipples pink.  Aside from her morning
sickness, her body showed no signs of pregnancy yet.

   As the steam vanished, the young woman's beauty become more apparent in
the mirror -- smooth white skin, toned muscles, a shapely figure, the
barely visible bush on her mons pubis a narrow golden-brown strip closely
trimmed to the thickness of an eyebrow.  Melissa had all her pubic hair
removed by laser treatments before marrying Bill.  But now she wondered if
she would still be attractive to Reggie with a swollen belly.

   Two miles away from Melissa, Reggie's truck emerged from the lifeless
gray trees concealing the dirt path that led to his bungalow -- like a
fiddler crab leaving its burrow in the sand -- and pulled on the main road.
Unfazed by the cold morning air lingering in his cab, Reggie smiled as his
truck accelerated.  With Bill gone he anticipated spending some romantic
time with Melissa free of interruptions.

   Things had been going well between them and they were now much more than
just fuck buddies.  He had even ordered some expensive lingerie online for
Melissa to replace the ones he had ripped.  The sexy panties and bras
arrived last night and Reggie could hardly wait to see her in them.  His
dick got hard every time he thought of yanking those sexy silk briefs down
her long legs and plunging his cock into her juicy, pink cunt.

   Bill calmly saw that his fellow men parishioners made it off to their
retreat without him, and then following Bob and Kelly's advice, hurried
home, expecting to find Reggie's truck in front of his house as Kelly had
predicted.  He drove down the lonely, heavily wooded highway, the cold air
hissing at him through a slit he left open in his driver's side window, his
fingers squeezing the steering wheel as if it was Melissa's throat.  He
imagined her beautiful cunt stuffed with Reggie's big black cock, her legs
wrapped around his ass.  How could Melissa have let a black man seduce her
like this, ruining their marriage?  Bill questioned to himself.

   Reggie's elation equaled the intensity of Bill's anger as the two men --
one black, the other white -- drove from opposite directions to the same
location, to the same woman, to do very different things to her.  All the
essential elements were in place for a cataclysmic collision, except for
one variable.

   "God dam it!" Reggie exclaimed as he turned onto Melissa's driveway
minutes before Bill's arrival and realized he had forgotten her new
lingerie at his house.

   Bill arrived home but Reggie's truck was not there and Melissa's car was
still in the driveway covered with morning frost.

   As surely as winter blanketed the landscape with snow each year, during
this season the trees deposited a layer of leaves and twigs on the ground,
which loudly snapped and sounded like crackling knuckles with each footstep
Bill took closer to his house.  Perhaps Reggie picked her up and brought
her back to his place, Bill thought.  The front door was unlocked and he
let it slam shut behind him, disrupting the tranquility of what appeared an
empty house.  He decided to see if they were at Reggie's bungalow "studying
bible".

   Melissa had donned pink silk panties with a matching bra and was looking
for a sexy outfit to wear for Reggie when she heard the front door slam
closed from her bedroom.  "Is that you?" she shouted.

   Melissa's voice surprised Bill and stopped him from leaving; he thought
the house was empty and she was with Reggie engaged in "Bible study". 
Perhaps the Wards were wrong after all.

   "Yea, it's me.  I decided not to go on the retreat."

   Melissa's eyes grew wide as Bill's irritated voice came through the
bedroom door instead of her big black stallion she anticipated riding
today. She tremulously jumped into a pair of blue jeans and put on a tee
shirt just before Bill entered the room.

   Reggie slowed to make the turn into Melissa's driveway after returning
home to get the new undergarments he had forgotten.  Bill's car was now
there.  "Oh shit," he uttered to himself, quickly jerking his steering
wheel back to avoid the turn.  He continued driving straight and passed her
house.  His cock had been hard all morning, but now there would be no
Melissa to relieve it for him.  The ache would only grow more painful until
he could have her.  He punched his steering wheel and grumbled, "Fuck --
what the hell is that white boy doing home?" He slowed, made a sharp
U-turn, and headed back toward his own house.

   ****************

   The living room window contained an outside scene of slate skies beyond
the naked branches of winter-ravaged trees.  Bill irately paced beside the
fireplace, the room as gray as the previous night's ashes remaining in it.
"Kelly Ward claims you and Reggie are sleeping together," he bellowed.  A
vein in the center of his forehead above his eyebrows bulged beneath his
skin, and with a tinge of blue bifurcated like a wishbone.  "She said
you're not studying Bible when you go to his house and that she saw you
purchasing condoms with him while I was in Peru!"

   Bill kept too occupied with Church and work to notice the tear forming
in his marriage like a latex barrier strained excessively.  Reggie had
slipped through an opening Bill let form and caused decay by fucking
Melissa for months without Bill suspecting a thing.

   Bill would never know how hard Melissa resisted before Reggie wore
through her tough enamel to infect her emotional pulp.  She never wanted to
be with another man beside Bill, but without giving Melissa a choice,
Reggie put himself inside her.  Now Reggie's baby grew in her womb, and not
Bill's.  She shared something special with Reggie that Bill was unable to
give her.

   Melissa wanted Reggie, but she did not want to pour the gasoline of
truth on Bill's flames of anger -- not now anyway.

   "Reggie bought those rubbers, not me.  I don't know why he bought them,
but you know I would never cheat on you," she argued, trying to calm him.

   "Why would Reggie buy rubbers?  He's not married."

   "How should I know?  I didn't ask him why he was buying condoms.  It was
none of my business.  Why are you listening to a busybody like Kelly Ward
anyway?  You know she's hated me since we moved here."

   "I don't know," Bill answered confusedly.  "I don't like his moral
character -- he's not married yet he's buying condoms.  I don't want you
seeing him anymore.  Do you understand me?"

   Melissa silently nodded, her eyes nervously darting away from Bill as if
fearful he might see the truth revealed in them.  If Bill had not gone on
that stupid trip to Peru leaving her for Reggie to ravish, if he had
discouraged her meetings with Reggie earlier rather than pressuring her to
study "Bible" with the black stud, it may have salvaged their marriage. 
However, it was too late now.  She had been far too intimate with Reggie
far too long and now carried the consequences of their adultery.

   Outside the window, the naked trees -- casting a net of faint shadows
that ran back and forth across the oak floor in the living room -- sadly
waved in the wind to the gloomy skies of late afternoon and an approaching
storm.  The forecasts predicted moderate snowfall and cold temperatures. 
Melissa felt trapped in her house with her crazed husband.  She wanted to
be with Reggie.  She actually loved him.  She missed his strong embrace. 
How could she tell him about their baby without Bill finding out?  She
needed to wait for the right opportunity.

   Melissa waited and the shadows grew in number as daylight succumbed to
more clouds and the night creeping closer.  Through the dead tree branches
outside and dusty crevices in the house, the wind announced the arrival of
another winter storm in a chilling chorus that sounded like mournful wails.

   "Where are you going?" Bill suspiciously asked as he sat in the recliner
in front of the fire and watched Melissa put on her boots, her midnight
blue double-breasted pea coat, her matching beanie and her black leather
gloves -- the bulky winter attire unable to conceal the perfect curves of
her slender female figure that would soon change due to her pregnancy with
another man's child.

   "I'm going outside for some extra firewood before this storm arrives."

   "But it's freezing out there.  I'll go," he offered as he started from
his chair.

   "No, I want some fresh air."

   "I'll come with you then."

   "That's okay.  Stay here and tend to the fire," Melissa coolly replied.
She wanted to go outside alone, where she could get a signal for her phone
and text Reggie.

   The drop in temperature as she left the house and went into the evening
was sharp like the first plunge into a cold pool.  Melissa hustled through
the frigid wind that penetrated her clothes as if they were made of paper,
and took refuge from the arctic blasts behind a large oak tree.  She
extricated her iPhone from her jean pocket, took off her gloves, and
quickly sent the following text to Reggie:

   "OMG!  Kelly tld Bill @ us.  Stay away & don't txt now.  Bill mad but
has doubts @ Kelly's claims.  Txt u later 2nite when I get chance.  I miss
u & ur BBC inside me.  Luv u XOXOXO."

   Melissa sent the message to Reggie and hesitated a moment.  All the
passionate texts she shared with him containing graphic descriptions of
their adulterous affair sat in the palm of her hand like a diary for Bill
to read.  Her finger swiped the screen and their conversations disappeared
as if none of those things ever happened with Reggie -- the incriminating
evidence deleted forever so Bill could never see it.  There was still her
pregnancy -- she could not make that disappear -- but the truth was nine
months away.  She shoved the phone back in her pocket, put her gloves back
on and raced to the pile of wood.  She grabbed all the logs she could carry
and hurried back inside the house.

   Melissa dropped the logs beside the warmly glowing fireplace.  "Let me
see your phone," Bill smugly demanded coming up behind her and holding out
his hand.

   She turned toward him, "Why do you want my phone?"

   "You know why -- just give it to me."

   Annoyed, Melissa dug out the phone from her pocket and Bill snatched it
from her hand.

   He stood in front of her and scrolled through her text messages like a
parent checking up on an untrustworthy teen.

   "Really, Bill?  This is ridiculous and not necessary.  I told you
nothing is happening between Reggie and me.  Give me my phone back!"

   "If nothing has happened, you shouldn't have a problem with me looking
at your messages.  I pay for this phone line."

   Staring at the lit up screen in his palm, he turned away from her and
ambled back to his recliner.  Melissa smirked as his back faced her.  There
was now nothing left for Bill to see -- at least not in her phone.

   The cold, blustery wind loudly sang the same melancholy song to Reggie
that Melissa heard two miles away as he sat alone in his living room on a
black couch made from fine Italian leather and stared at the blank
television screen hanging on the wall.  Among the multitude of expensive
audio/video components in the room, only one interested him presently -- on
the coffee table in front of him, his phone finally lit up with Melissa's
text message.  He read it ...

   The text message was unwelcome news.  Reggie's cock had stayed big and
hard since yesterday evening in anticipation of fucking Melissa.  The
frequent sex he had become accustomed to having with her now abruptly
ended. His erection was becoming painful -- the ache in his bull-sized
tetsticles excruciating.  He loved Melissa and needed to stay true to her.
However he desperately needed help quelling the demons inside him.

   Melissa remained tantalizingly close, yet unavailable, and his erection
would not go away.  Reggie began hearing seductive voices in the wind
outside.  His thoughts centered more on his penis and relieving its
unbearable urge.

   Reggie tried controlling his thoughts and focusing on Melissa, but his
penis seemed to get harder, and the seductive voices howling instructions
in the wind grew louder: Kelly Ward needed to be brought into their fold.
There was only one thing better than fucking a beautiful white chick, and
that was fucking two of them, ultimately at the same time together in the
same bed, teaching them not only to enjoy big black cock, but each other.

   Yes, with her husband out of town on a religious retreat, Reggie decided
to pay Kelly Ward a visit, and teach her the same joys of fucking big black
cock that Melissa had stubbornly learned to love.  Melissa would always
remain his favorite, but Reggie had plenty of sperm to go around like the
pollen of a mighty oak.  This small homogeneous white town needed more
diversity, more black children in it anyway.


   The End