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 Christian Wife Defiled 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.
   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 during the service.
   All houses of worship carried in their air that same musty stench Reggie
despised of old prayer books and Bibles.  His eyes contemptuously beheld
the obnoxiously large cross - symbol of suppression, sexual inhibition, the
eternal opposition - 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, but beautiful women the most.
City life 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 here 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, pathetic 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.
None suspected the 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 toward Reggie, jauntily
taking his hand.
   "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 bad vibe.
   "Peace," Reggie replied, looking at Melissa hungrily.  He noticed
Melissa's slight hesitancy as he took her hand, 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.  His suit jacket helped
conceal the horrific bulge Melissa somehow 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.  Reggie smiled to
himself - perhaps going to church was not such a bad thing after all, even
though he served a different master.
   That autumn Sunday, church departed to an unusually mild sunlit
afternoon - a joyous day bathed in amber that perfectly reflected Melissa's
radiance in a last gasp of summer.
   **********
   Bill's luggage packed with clothes, toiletries, and most importantly, a
copy of the Bible, sat by the front door waiting as he perched on the sofa
with Melissa and read a final verse of scripture to her before his
departure.  Mattthew 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 the 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 though she
did not share it, because she loved him.  She had even followed him from
their previous home in the city to this backwoods location.  She went
through all the motions for Bill - joining the choir, going to Bible study
and prayer groups - yet secretly, instead of unshakable faith everyone in
the congregation shared, Melissa sometimes doubted.  A tiny notion she
successfully suppressed kept trying to resurface from her deepest, darkest
thoughts that perhaps all these people kidded themselves and God was no
more real than 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."
   They had invited both Bill and Melissa to join their mission to a small,
poor village near Abancay in Peru.  However, she did not want to spend the
next six weeks battling insects in some third world country lacking
civilized amenities.  It was bad enough living out in the sticks here.  "I
know," Melissa replied.  "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 its 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 north wind
caused her to shiver as the temperature precipitously dropped.
   A few miles away, the newer member of their church planned some
missionary work of his own, serving a different master everyone in the
congregation knew all too well and avoided.
   ***********
   Isolated among the barren woods of late autumn, beneath a cold, dark,
starless sky, the house sat.  From its chimney, wind whisked away puffs of
grey smoke 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 followed a different faith that
commanded self-indulgence with beautiful 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.  He sexually assaulted women for years -
disrupting marriages and lives - without repercussion.
   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 the house.  She had firewood
and decided to wait until the storm passed to go outside and call the power
company.  She longed for Bill to snuggle with and keep her warm and safe as
she watched the flames dance in radiant yellow and orange brilliance that
spilled tall, wavering shadows into the lonely room.
   A frantic pounding on the door startled Melissa and interrupted her
musings.  Alone in the middle of 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 smile to Reggie he quickly
replaced 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 not
attracted to 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; 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.  "As soon as it lets up, we'll call someone," she stated.
It was a tactful hint.  She did not want him here any longer than
necessary. "Sorry my cell phone doesn't work in the house."
   "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, but not distasteful flavor, she thought,
smacking her lips together and finishing the soupcon 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.  He wanted her to speak more and tell him
everything about herself.  "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 and she opened more to him, providing her entire
life history it seemed in speech becoming increasingly slurred and less
coherent.
   Reggie comfortably reclined and put his arm around her shoulders, his
touch strangely redolent of her first loves, and smiled into her face as he
adjusted an extremely large bulge in his pants.  Melissa saw the curved
outline of his immense manhood strain against the fabric, reach above his
left hip, and practically pop out the waistband of his trousers!  She
realized something was wrong.  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 pushed through his pants and into her tummy.
   "Get hands off.  Let...  go," She babbled - nausea and grogginess
setting in.
   "What's the matter?  You're not feeling well, baby?" Reggie asked with a
heinous smile.
   She stared at him with a vacant look, like someone heavily drugged and
on an intense trip.
   "I better get you in bed; you probably 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, and in one of the rooms a computer.
   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 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 her
kicks, strikes, and desperate squirms.
   Reggie plopped her into bed, his immense cock hard and aching to soothe
itself in her tight pussy.  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.  Although her fingers scrabbled to keep
her buttons fastened, Melissa's full 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 shaky arm crossed over her chest
concealing her nipples that had hardened from 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 came off her hips, down her legs, and reunited with her top
somewhere on the floor.  Naked on her back beneath him, arm covering her
breasts, hand over her vagina, and shivers so severe the entire bed
trembled as if part of her.
   Reggie managed to undress and straddle 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.  He nibbled her neck
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 a foothold, extended boundaries, secured concessions, and
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.  A few 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.  Her fidgeting subsided with another
hallucination and an opportunity for him.  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.  He
descended to her pussy and its warmth touched his face; its fragrant female
scent reached his nostrils; its sweet nectar bathed his taste buds as he
began licking.  Her pelvis undulated briefly.
   "Oh God, please don't," she cried, suddenly realizing again that 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 remained on her pussy.  "Oh, please,
Bill, oh, Bill, Bill..." she cried in stupor.  Each time she repeated
Bill's name, her shoves to Reggie's head diminished in force.  In her mind,
phantasms of Bill returned, replacing the awful reality.  Once more, her
resistance waned and her hands came to gently rest on Reggie's head
allowing him to proceed...
   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 and she resisted
again.  His penis greatly dwarfed Bill's, and her vagina had difficulty
accommodating it.  He pushed harder and harder until her vaginal lips
finally stretched open enough, admitting the head of his cock.
   "It hurts this time, Bill," she cried, finding it increasingly difficult
to enunciate words properly.  Bill's cock felt different - bigger.  It
seemed to open her up with an incredible friction that never existed
before.
   Reggie exclaimed, "Oh, you feel so good," to the soothing relief of
dipping his aching cock into her tight, wet, silky cunt.  "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 length into her.  "Take
it out," she bleated as her pussy stretched way beyond dimensions suiting
Bill.
   "You'll get used to it, baby, and start loving it soon," Reggie said,
less than half his gargantuan cock fitting in her when it bottomed out and
began its slow retreat.
   "Don't, ow, ow - ooh..." Melissa began to moan in synchronization with
Reggie's gentle thrusts - a creeping, steady cadence like a car's
windshield wipers set on low on a drizzly night.
   Reggie's fleshy cock pulled her tightly stretched vaginal labia in the
direction it travelled.  Beguiled, Melissa thought Bill felt so different
tonight.  It had been a while since she had sex with him, their love life
diminished from when they first married.  The sensations from Reggie,
unlike any she had ever experienced, became less unpleasant as her anatomy
adapted to its new mate.
   Remembering the reaction in Melissa's nipples from earlier, Reggie began
nibbling her neck and worked his way to each of her ears.
   "Ooh sweatheart," Melissa gasped.  Her hands glided up his muscular back
and embraced him.
   "Does my cock feel good in your tight, little pussy?" Reggie asked.  He
locked his lips to hers before she could reply.
   Bill never spoke that way to her or used those ugly, vulgar words. 
Melissa's hands slid up to Reggie's head as they 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
kiss.  "Please stop - get off me," she began to cry realizing that she was
having intercourse with someone other than her husband.
   "I can't stop now baby, you got me started and I've got to finish,"
Reggie answered.
   Melissa could not remember how they started fucking like this, but they
were "doing it" and this was unlike her.  Yes, there had been a couple of
boyfriends, but she was always faithful to Bill.  Since their marriage, not
once had she considered another man - especially a black one!
   No chance this huge bull - the way he went at it with her - was ever
going to stop or pull out before cuming.  She realized something even more
worrisome than her unfaithfulness to her husband.  It did not feel like
Reggie was wearing a condom and she was not on any type of birth control.
   "Please...  stop," Melissa murmured.  "Married ...  adultery... 
pregnant."
   Reggie comprehended the fragmented thoughts Melissa verbalized in spite
of the kickass drug he had given her.  The prospect of impregnating her had
the opposite effect on him.  Knocking-up a white bitch gave him a sense of
accomplishment; it bonded her with his race, and gave no choice in loving a
reminder of her rape.
   "Don't worry.  I'll take it out before I cum, baby," Reggie tried
reassuring her.  They both knew he would not keep this promise.  It felt
too good.  This act had to run its course.
   "Ooh," Melissa, gasped as his cock sawed in and out and rubbed a
sensitive spot beneath her clitoris never stimulated during intercourse
before.  No one she had ever been with had a penis this large.  Confused
and high she moaned while succumbing to pleasure briefly.
   "No, can't.  Isn't right," Melissa suddenly babbled again as she felt
orgasm approach.
   "Shhh, just relax.  No one's going to find out and I'm going to take it
out soon," Reggie said.
   The candle flame that had turned to a blue speck finally burned out. 
Now in complete darkness, some very distinguishable sounds filled the room
- the splashing of their body fluids mixing, the squeaking of bedsprings
that announced his every movement into her, Melissa's moans of despair that
perhaps contained a hint 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; her pussy was squeezing Reggie's cock uncontrollably and no
words, no actions could conceal this physical truth occurring between them.
And God was not going to help her.
   "That's it, baby, that's what I want.  I want you to cum for me 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 squeal between heavy breaths in response.  How could
any civilized man refer to this debasing act as love?  She could never love
any part of him, even if he made it feel 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.  Extra-marital sex with this black man, however, was
horrible and disgusting.  She despised Reggie for somehow seducing her and
her body for betraying her.
   The pairing caused Melissa multiple climaxes she could not stop.  She
was unable to keep track, but Reggie counted her cum 12 times when he
finally allowed himself to orgasm.
   Melissa noticed Reggie's thrusts accelerating.  She felt his bell-end
burgeoning within her.  He banged into her with greater force.  His muscles
grew harder from tension inside him reaching a boiling point.  But in the
middle of orgasm herself, she ignored all these signs.
   "Oh, baby, I'm going to cum," Reggie announced.
   "Take it out now," Melissa cried.
   The inertia was too great, like trying to stop a locomotive.  Neither of
them could do anything to alter their physical course.  Her pussy milked
his cock and his cock began feeding her pussy jism.
   "Oh, God - no, don't," she helplessly whimpered beneath him.
   Reggie remained on top of Melissa after they finished having sex.  She
felt his big, flaccid penis still inside her and his copious ejaculate
oozing out.
   "You need to go," Melissa mumbled, mispronouncing words, still high from
the drug, and trying to push Reggie off her.
   Reggie rolled off Melissa - his fat, lengthy penis, now slack, sliding
all the way out of her with a plop - and replied, "I can't leave.  There's
a blizzard out there.  You're feverish and I need to keep an eye on you."
   Had she been sick?  Melissa recalled not feeling well and almost
freezing to death outside in the snow.
   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,
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.  In darkness, her mouth
found Reggie's shaft and the taste of their body fluids not as distasteful
as she anticipated.  Somehow she found herself rolling his big, heavy balls
in her hand.
   "That's it, just like that, baby," Reggie cooed, releasing her hair.
   Reggie's cock became hard again and Melissa's lips strained to fit
around its head.  Her hands ran up and down his shaft like a big, warm club
in them.  Its size seemed impossible to be human.  How did it ever fit
inside her?  If she could not make him orgasm soon, he would fuck her more.
She had to pleasure it orally to avoid its return to her pussy.
   "That's good.  I' m going to fuck you now," Reggie said pulling her by
the hair, the head of his erect penis flopping from her mouth.
   "Ow," Melissa squeaked, Reggie getting on top of her.
   "No, I don't want to fuck again," she blurted.  Melissa never used that
four-letter word, not even with Bill when they made love.  "No, please
don't," she whimpered from Reggie's cock entering her.  The snug discomfort
gradually became primitive pleasure she tried repressing punctuated by the
drug.
   *****************
   With more snow forecasted, an early morning achromatic light from an
overcast sky crept in and gave the room an ashen aura.  Although Melissa
resisted, drugging her had made it easier for Reggie.  He held her beneath
his arm as she slept soundly, and in the light, he appreciated her delicate
facial features and her incredible body - the gorgeous white body he had
taken the previous night - completely nude and a feast for his eyes.  The
house was cold without power or fire, their only warmth from each other
beneath blankets.  His breath formed steam from his mouth when he exhaled.
   How fatuous Bill had been to leave 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, ignorantly leaving his
lovely wife for a sexual predator to perform the opposite acts on her. 
Melissa was now Reggie's reluctant, new student forced into learning
lessons of self-indulgence, carnal pleasures and adultery.
   Melissa's eyes fluttered open in the late afternoon from a sleep so deep
she was unsure of the day, her mind a blank to the preceding night.  Reggie
Johnson was in her bed, his arm around her, his hand cupping her breast,
his fingers playing with her erect nipple, and they were both naked!  "Oh
my God, what are you doing here?" Melissa yelped trying to move his arm
from her chest.  "Get off me and get out of my bed!"
   "Wait a minute," Reggie blasted refusing to budge.  "You let me stay
over because of the blizzard.  You became feverish and ran outside in your
pajamas.  I found you out there soaked and going into hypothermia.  I saved
your life by getting your clothes off and warming you up.  I can't help it
if you got carried away after that.  Now you're treating me this way?"
   Melissa remembered only fragments of the evening that appeared to her
through a foggy haze: speaking with Reggie, feeling nauseous, and being
outside in freezing cold - but most disturbing, his huge black penis and
intercourse.  She could not recollect when or how they became intimate, but
horrible images replayed in her mind like scenes from a pornographic video.
She sat up in the bed and brought her hand over her eyes.  She had never
done anything like this before.  She did not even find black men
attractive. She prayed that Reggie had used condoms, and reached down under
the blanket.  Her fingers found what she feared: crusty residue of dried
semen all over her body - on her tits and stomach and most alarming of all,
in her tiny patch of pubic hair.
   Reggie curiously waited for Melissa's response.  How much did she
remember from yesterday evening and did she believe the lie he just told
her?  She scooted over creating distance between them and pulled more of
the blanket around herself.
   "You need to leave now."
   "I'm not leaving in this weather.  Besides, I don't want to end our
relationship," he replied with a sadistic grin.  "My cock is hard again and
needs more relief."
   Melissa could not believe what Reggie said to her, speaking that way
with such vulgarity.  He was not going to "relieve" his nasty cock with her
- ever.  "We don't have a relationship and I can promise you that we are
never having sex again.  What you did to me was shameful and wrong.  I'm
married and you took advantage of me."
   She jumped from the bed with a blanket wrapped around her headed toward
the chiffonier for some clothes to put on.  She noticed her wet pajama
bottoms and panties wadded together on the floor and the pajama top,
missing a few buttons, a distance away - as if the disgusting pig had torn
the garments from her and haphazardly tossed them.  What else could explain
her clothes strewn about the room this way?
   None of this appeared right or made sense.  Reggie's story sounded more
implausible the longer she thought about it.  She would find her phone and
call the police if he refused to leave.
   Melissa's contemptuousness aggravated Reggie, begged him to action.  He
sprung from the bed and jerked the blanket off Melissa as she rummaged
through her dresser with her back toward him.
   In a fury, 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 body the same way they did the
first time he saw her at church.  Melissa suddenly realized her nakedness.
She could not control her eyes and they fell down to his impossible
manhood. It sickened her.  He belonged in a freak show.  How could
something that large fit inside any woman?  His penis was not even
completely erect yet.
   Melissa was not contacting the police or anyone else because he had
taken her cellphone and the power cord to her computer; and she was not
going anywhere - except back in bed for another fuck session - because he
had taken her car keys as well.  From the back of her head, he twisted her
beautiful flaxen hair in his fist and pulled tightly, causing her head to
tilt backwards as his other hand squeezed her neck.
   "I don't think you understand the seriousness of our relationship,"
Reggie spit into her terrified eyes.  "We've already done it together a
bunch of times and you loved it.  That makes us fuck buddies and you just
don't get to end this because you feel like it."
   He temporarily released her neck and slapped her face.  "Do I have your
attention?"
   His strike caused Melissa to see streaks of light.  "I'm your boyfriend
now.  Do you want to fuck some more?" he sadistically asked forcing her
head to nod in reply.  "Good girl.  You're learning quickly," 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 was eager to see her beautiful pussy in daylight - its intricate
folds and coloration.  He ran his fingers through her soft labia and spread
them, revealing a delightful pink - 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 touched in certain places.  He
could control a woman's body by stroking her love button the right way.
   She closed her legs and cut off his access to her special spot.
   "Keep your goddamn legs open," he furiously roared, slapping her thighs
until they glowed red and spread for him.
   He straddled Melissa with his back towards her and her thigh tucked in
his arm to prevent it from 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 from side to side.  If only there was something in reach to smash over
his skull.
   Her clit slowly enlarged in his fingers and a soppy, slippery sheen that
came from her coated it.  She was still sobbing, although attenuated tears,
as he plied her clit and brought 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?" Reggie mocked as he harried her
clitoris, involuntary undulations in her pelvis resuming with increasing
frequency and force.  "That's it," he commented.  "Let it feel good."
   She hated him for making her body do this; hated Bill for leaving her
alone, hated herself for gullibly allowing Reggie into her house, and most
of all hated her body for betraying her.
   He stopped masturbating her to change position.
   "What are you doing?" Melissa asked worriedly as he faced her with his
frightening erection and spread her legs again.  Her eyes fastened to his
threatening penis that looked like a lengthy tree trunk with a humongous
ball sac pendulously hanging beneath it.
   Reggie answered with only a smile as he climbed between her legs and
lined up his cock with her opening.
   "No, please.  I can't do that with you again.  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.
   "I'll take it out," Reggie promised as his bulbous head made contact
with her moist opening.  Melissa had no recollection of his broken promises
to withdraw the previous night, but panicked just the same.
   "No, please, Reggie, I'll do anything else.  You're too big."
   "Sorry, baby, nothing else will do.  I've got to have your pussy some
more."
   "Use a condom then..."
   Melissa could not believe she had just asked him to wear a condom as if
consenting to having intercourse with him.
   "I don't have any; never use them.  Can't find any that fit right and it
just doesn't feel as good or as intimate."
   He was pushing into her and all Melissa could think about was if by some
remote chance Bill might have condoms in the house.  But it was a futile
hope.
   "Oh, yea, your pussy feels so good," he exclaimed.  Reggie had acquired
a throbbing erection from masturbating Melissa.
   Melissa did not want to believe he was inside her, that a black man with
an absurdly large penis was fucking her.  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.
   Her pussy stretched around Reggie's cock.  His thrusts pulled its labia
in and out, giving her piercing pleasure unlike anything she had
experienced with other men - including Bill's modest size penis.  This was
wrong.  She hated what Reggie was doing to her, so why did it 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 cock rubbing against all the sensual nerves in her vagina,
including that extra sensitive spot underneath her clitoris as he fucked
her.  "I can't," Melissa cried in confusion.  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.  Occasionally caught in multiple orgasms, she
let down her guard and fucked back a little, although still lacking the
enthusiasm Reggie sought.  The bed squeaked rapidly and loudly enough to be
heard throughout the house.  Melissa's cries became erotic moans that
increased in volume.  Fortunately, no one was present for this sordid
chorus.  "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, Reggie.  Please take it out of me."
   "I'll take it out.  Don't worry." 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 to protest as warmth from his semen filled her.
   *************
   The snow still fell.  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, but too busy keeping each other warm, they
ran out of firewood over two days ago.
   "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.  Light bruises covered both her nipples and her
buttocks.  If she resisted 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 my cock again."
   She turned and glared at him belligerently as his hand reached up behind
her neck.
   "No, I don't want to do that again."
   Her head shimmied as she tried to hold back and he pulled her towards
him.  She never engaged in oral sex because of its sinful nature, yet over
the past three days she received it and gave it repeatedly.
   "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.
   She did not want to do this again but did not want another spanking
either, so she took Reggie's flaccid cock 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 back with his other hand.  "You see how much better it is if you don't
resist me?  I don't want to hurt you.  I'll love you and treat you nice if
you treat me nice."
   "Uh-huh," Melissa moaned with a mouthful of cock.  She loathed him and
his disgusting phallus.  The side of her face soon rested between his
stomach and chest.  Like a flag on a pole, her head rose higher as his
organ enlarged and hardened, ultimately just its glans fitting in her
mouth. Her hands held his towering penis at its base while she ran her
tongue and lips over the upper two thirds of its shaft.  Forced for three
days to give him head, she started becoming good at it.  She gently rolled
his big heavy balls, which felt warm and soft.  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.  She
followed his cue, put her lips around its head again, and pumped its shaft.
"That's it, like you love it," he reminded her.
   She hated this but he would hurt her if she didn't do it right.
   "Oh, yea, doesn't that taste good?" Reggie asked as Melissa passionately
made love to his penis with her mouth and hands and gulped down more
disgusting cream spurting from it.
   "Mhmm," she moaned.
   When he finished she retreated to the other end of the sofa with the
taste of his semen still in her mouth.  She did not understand how he could
make so much of it.  He had already cum twice this morning and she
swallowed five more mouthfuls now.  How could a human male be this virile
and practically not need a refractory period?
   Reggie rose from the couch.  Melissa's eyes raked his big black muscular
body and landed on his flaccid cock, now hopefully satiated, hanging
pendulously in front of him.
   "What you're doing to me is wicked and despicable in the eyes of God,
Reggie.  You're hurting me and angering Him.  You need to stop this and
repent," she tried reasoning.  "You can still save your soul."
   While Melissa droned about sin and God, Reggie silently stood staring at
a thick metal cross that irritated him hanging on the living room wall by
the hallway entrance.
   "Will the Lord forgive me for what I've done?" Reggie asked remorsefully
as he went over to the annoying cross and took it off the wall.  It looked
perfect - highly polished with smooth rounded edges.
   "Yes if you're truly sorry and ask for his forgiveness."
   Melissa saw him with the cross in his hand.  "Do you want to pray with
that?"
   She appeared angelic to Reggie; he wanted to spoil her pussy more, make
her cum and defeat her persisting virtue.  "Are you going to forgive me?"
he asked.
   Melissa looked down and saw the nakedness Reggie forced her to stay in
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 how he touched her clitoris.  When he made it
react and become sensitive, she became susceptible to his sins.  "Don't
touch me there," she blubbered.  Slouched on the sofa, she looked down
between her legs and helplessly watched the 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, cum.  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 came three times for the Holy Trinity.  You have something
in common with Jesus - you both cum with a cross.  I don't want to hear
another word about 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.  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.
   "I'm not finished with you yet.  Get on my lap," Reggie growled, jerking
her to him.
   Melissa thought she was out of tears, but she began crying anyway as she
straddled him.  "Please don't make me do that to you again."
   "But you're getting so good at it," he callously replied.
   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.  Finally, the head of
his behemoth cock found her pink, wet slit.
   "Why are you doing this to me?" Melissa wept in frustration.  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," he said.  His hands on her firm buttocks slowly
guided them downward.
   "Ow, ow, it hurts," Melissa groaned.  Even after three days with him,
she still felt his cock 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."
   Warm, salty tears ran down her face and landed on Reggie's shoulder and
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.
   "Oh, that feels incredible, girl," Reggie exclaimed.
   She hated 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 to her as she acquired a rhythm.  More and more,
with momentum building she found herself riding him like a pogo stick and
unable to stop.  She rose up - but each time, not quite far enough with his
strong hands on her ass - and slid back down.
   "Doesn't that feel good?" Reggie asked.
   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 loathed 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 gave a much different answer.
   "Uh, ah, ah, oh, ah, ah, no," she mewled, her arms reaching around his
neck for support, her body pulled tightly against him, her pink pussy
traveling up and down his dark black dick it made wet and shiny like a
dipstick when removed from freshly changed motor oil.
   "That's it, baby, stop trying to fight it," Reggie encouraged, embracing
her smooth, white body in his black, muscular arms.
   "Oh, God, no," she cried, her hold around his neck involuntarily
tightening, her pussy beginning to spasm and an obnoxious grin forming on
his face.
   She felt dirty and ashamed when they finally finished.  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."
   Melissa sat 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.  Whom would she call
and what would she say?  This was a small town and everyone talked.  They
would all learn every flagitious detail of what Reggie did to her and she
would become the subject of gossip - malicious lies.  Bill could never
handle it and neither could she.
   ************************
   Usually the longer one practices a vice, the less distasteful it becomes
to that person.  Those who frequently engage in such activities together
tend to grow comfortable doing so with one another.  By the time her
bruises from not cooperating those first days started fading, the snow
thawing, Melisa began finding sex with Reggie less unpleasant and her
situation with him slightly bearable - similar to if he had forced her to
smoke cigarettes with him until she started acquiring the habit herself.
   It was an unusually cold fall even for this northern climate and it took
a week for the snow to melt.  The sky remained cloudy and the days gloomy
with rain.  Reggie stared at Melissa from across the kitchen table.  He had
just finished fucking her on it and they both sat naked.
   She was beautiful and young and he took her whenever he wanted.  With
him here her previously tidy home deteriorated into a mess of dirty dishes
piled high in the sink and clothes strewn all over the house.  She was
unable to keep anything on for long without him undressing her - jeans,
shirts, pajamas, and underwear in the various locations where he had taken
them off her and had sex with her: the kitchen table, the couch, the living
room floor, and of course the bed.
   He wanted to fuck constantly, never giving her time to pick up or clean.
It disgusted Melissa to fornicate like this and embarrassed her to have her
house in such disarray with her panties right here on the kitchen table. 
This was not her lifestyle.  At least no one had been by to see this mess
or witness all their sinful intercourse.  With the snow finally melting she
thought Reggie would leave.  She would try to forget 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 secret than share the
embarrassing truth with anyone.  In this small community, everyone talked.
   "I think I'll stay until your husband gets back," Reggie sneered.  "You
need to write him a nice letter telling him what a good, strong Christian I
am."
   Reggie's audacity flabbergasted her and she looked at him incredulously.
   "Start writing!" Reggie snapped.  He dictated the letter as Melissa
wrote:
   "Dear Bill,
   I miss you dearly.  I hope things are going well in Peru.  Please give
Scott, Larry, Lisa, and Rev.  Doyle my best.  We had an early blizzard
right after your departure.  You left just in time.  The power was out for
two days, but that new parishioner at our church, Reggie Johnson, cut extra
firewood and shoveled snow for me.  With the bad weather, I have been
reluctant to go on the roads and have not attended church.  Reggie, who
lives nearby, has been coming over to study bible with me and we pray
together often.  We have become very good friends.  He is a strong
Christian and a good man.  I like him very much.  I'm certain you will like
him too once you get to know him.
   I know I tried to discourage you from going on this mission.  I should
not have been so selfish with you.  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 spreading the good news in different ways.
Reggie has only recently discovered Jesus, but he is a quick learner.
   That's about all I have to share for now.  I've been doing lots of
things around the house which have made the past week pass very quickly. 
Even though it seems like it will be an eternity now, I know the time will
fly by and we will be together again 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 she finished the letter, he pulled her into his arms, and their
naked bodies touched.  She recoiled slightly from his big flaccid cock
against her tummy as he hugged her, and dreaded sex with him again,
especially after what he just made her write.  She understood and was
sickened by the perverted double meanings of some of the things Reggie
dictated in her note - "sharing the Lord's word", "discovering Jesus",
"spreading the good news", and "doing lots of things around the house".
   "Would you like to go to town to mail this and get some supplies?" he
asked almost conciliatorily.  With relief, her tiny body suddenly relaxed
in his arms.  She looked up into his 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.  The carpet of dead, wet leaves scrunched like
crumpling paper as they trampled on it.  He had hid his truck off the main
road just beyond her property behind some brush.  She remembered he told
her it had skid from the road during the storm and became stuck.  Yet here
it was carefully parked and drivable.
   "I thought you told me your truck slid off the road and was stuck,"
Melissa said, her voice containing irritation.
   A big grin revealed the whitest teeth, which appeared even brighter
against his dark complexion.  "I was playing you," Reggie replied.
   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.  It became obvious that Reggie had planned the whole thing and
drugged her that first night to get in her pants, which brought her
thoughts back to Bill - none of this would be happening if Bill had
remained with her.  She prayed to God to take away her anger with Bill, to
make this coerced and depraved relationship with Reggie end, to prevent her
from becoming pregnant with Reggie's baby.
   His wipers set too low and allowing drizzle to build up on the
windshield - until she could barely see out the window - became irritating
and ended her silent appeal to God.  "I think you should turn your wipers
higher so you don't have an accident."
   "You're afraid of us having an accident?" Reggie quipped.
   "Yes, make them go faster," she replied, her naiveté missing his double
entendre to unplanned pregnancy.  A sheltered life had maintained innocence
in Melissa 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 the
next higher setting.
   "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 the 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 the wide and confusing selection of
condoms.  She tremulously pulled a box of the largest sized ones 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 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 as she saw Kelly
inquisitively look at Reggie as if he was some sort of insect 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 as she worried Kelly might
see the box of triple extra-large condoms among her purchases rung up. 
"I'm sorry, this is my friend, Reggie Johnson; he's the new parishioner at
the church," Melissa said hoping to keep Kelly distracted.
   "Are you two here together?" Kelly asked noticing how close Reggie stood
to Melissa.
   "The battery in my car died - probably from the 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.
"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 Reggie slept with.  Melissa tried to remember when Kelly
checked out and if she saw Melissa pay for everything.  The mill probably
had material to make rumors about her and Reggie in this small community.
   "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.
   The truck started slowing half way home in the middle of nowhere. 
Reggie took a turn down a path Melissa had never seen before running
through the forest.
   "Where are you 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 narrow 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, which sparked a claustrophobic panic in 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 do that 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 now.  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 and did not answer.  She did not want
to keep have sex with him.  She bought the 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. 
Most of all, she did not want his baby.  Condoms would at least be a
tenuous barrier between them reducing intimacy he demanded that she hated
experiencing with him.
   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.
   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 and push her right thigh open.
   She looked down in disgust as his tongue entered her slit and he nuzzled
her tiny golden brown bush that appeared black in the moonlight, her hands
suddenly useless appendages that awkwardly pushed at his head with no
effect.
   "No, please, don't," she cried.  "Oh - not there."
   Reggie paid no attention to Melissa's complaints and zeroed in on her
clit.
   Melissa's cries gradually transformed into reluctant moans and her hands
slowly accepted the presence of his face in her crotch, resting in his
kinky black hair as he ate her pussy.  She closed her eyes and began to
orgasm.
   That's it, baby, you see how much fun it is having a fuck buddy?  Reggie
thought as he watched her face contort.  He made sure she had three solid
orgasms before he stopped 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."
   "What are you scared of?  I'll protect you, baby," he ironically said as
Melissa apprehensively stared at his gigantic penis, rock hard and ready
for her.
   "Please, no, Reggie.  This isn't right and I don't want to."
   "Get on top this time," Reggie replied dragging her to his lap."
   Melissa reached over to 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." She tried handing him a condom packet.
   "No, you'll have to put it on me then," Reggie grudgingly replied
refusing to take it.  He knew how to deal with this situation.
   Melissa struggled to unroll the latex sheath, which stretched over
Reggie's long, thick shaft, but inadequately accommodated it.  These were
triple extra-large condoms, the biggest the store carried, yet they didn't
fit his penis and strained to cover less than 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
not use.  As he slouched in the seat, she hesitantly lowered herself onto
his latex-covered penis, her hand guiding it into her 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 disliked him,
but perhaps not quite as much as before.
   Reggie patiently allowed her to seduce herself on his pole of pleasure.
   "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," Melissa 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.
   She was in the middle of an orgasm when Reggie lifted her off him.
   "Are you done?" Melissa asked bewilderedly, 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 said docilely.
   As he aimed his cock to her opening, he yanked off the tightly fitting
condom, letting it fall to the floor.
   "Noh, what are you doing?" Melissa caviled.
   "It's too tight on me; it hurts," Reggie replied as he returned into her
bareback.
   "Ooh, God, no," she panted, the luscious sensations amplified without
latex between their genitals.  This was all so disgusting and wrong.  "Take
it out."
   "I know, baby, in a little while," he whispered nibbling his way up her
neck and to her ear.  Melisa felt further tangled in a knot with him.  She
tried turning her face, but he forced her to French kiss.  Her hands pushed
at his sides a few times but reluctantly fell into an embrace.
   Parked near the lake shore 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.
   They stayed until the wee hours of the night, Melissa having felt the
warm spurts of Reggie's jism against her cervix, her pussy filled with his
cum.  When they finally finished, she retreated to her side of the truck as
far from him as possible, and fell asleep against the passenger side
window.
   Reggie stealthily took her 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 wakened 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.  When he woke, he would insist on relieving his hard-on with her as he
had done every morning.
   It sickened Melissa to be a receptacle for Reggie's sperm.  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.
   But soon her relief was replaced with rivulets of tears that flowed from
her blue eyes down the sides of her face and into her soft flaxen hair as
she realized how far she had let things get - that she had actually bought
condoms for sex with a black man who was not her husband.  Reggie had no
right taking her like this.  It was horribly wrong.  There had to be some
way to stop him sooner than when Bill returned.  She couldn't live this way
for another two weeks.
   However, if Melissa involved law enforcement, every lurid detail would
become public of what Reggie did to her.  Bill would never forgive her once
he learned all the depraved things a nasty black man made her do with him -
it would destroy her marriage.
   Prayer was definitely not an answer.  She hated God - if God actually
even existed - for letting this happen.  The reply to every prayer she made
was another rape as if God was a perverted Devil bent on destroying her
marriage and pairing her with this depraved black man.
   Reggie yawned and his hand slowly began fondling her breast through the
smooth silk of her pajamas.  Melissa tried to sneak from the bed, but he
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.  I need to cum to get rid of this," he said pulling back his
blanket to show her his enormous erection curved slightly like a banana - a
giant, over-ripe, black banana.  He pushed her to lie down and pulled at
her pajama bottoms.
   "Why don't you try masturbating like you do to me all the time?  I don't
want to keep having sex with you," Melissa replied trying to hold her
pajama bottoms on; he pried them out of her hands, yanked them off, and
tossed them on the floor with all the other garments he had removed from
her the past week.
   "That's a good idea," he said as he lifted up her top to suck on her
cute, pink nipples.
   "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 of pain he inflicted on her when 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 that - not there."
   "What?  You don't like me touching this?" he cooed 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'm just going to touch it for a little while, baby - so we can both
have boners.  Once I give you a nice hard one, you'll want to relieve it."
   "Oh, God, please!" Melissa cried, his fingers waking her clit to their
presence, making it more appreciative of their touch - bringing her toward
a state of arousal equivalent to his own.  "Don't make it that way again."
   The masturbation slowly drained the fight from Melissa and her writhing
subsided.  His gentle caresses had simmered her down while building a
different type of tension inside her:
   "Do you see how frustrating it would feel if I suddenly stopped touching
it now and left you like this?" Reggie asked with her clitoris firm and
receptive to his leisurely stroking fingers.  "You would be compelled to
satisfy an awful itch, which is the way I feel now and most of the time.  I
can't help it.  My cock constantly hardens and aches for a female
companion; it hurts badly if I don't have someone like you to help take
care of it.  Your God created me this way - and then He commands me to
abstain and do nothing about it, just endure perpetual agony.  I need you
to alleviate this awful urge," he explained almost apologetically.
   Melissa did not reply.  For a few moments, she almost understood Reggie
while he continued soothingly stroking her engorged clitoris, making it
firmer and even more receptive to touch.  She recalled that he was twisted
and trying to make her sick like him; but he would not stop playing with
her little love button and festering his illness in her.
   "Please stop touching me there," Melissa sobbed.
   "I'm sorry, baby, but I know it's getting very sensitive and feeling
really good for you now and I'm not going to stop."
   "Ooh, God, noh."
   Melissa tried to fight it, but Reggie brought her tantalizingly close to
an orgasm before he 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 in.
   "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 like this."
   "Yes you can, baby.  No one is going to find out."
   "Ooh, oooooooh, you don't understand," Melissa mewled, his fat cock
working into her.  It felt so good rubbing underneath her clit and pulling
her tightly stretched labia in and out with it.  This was all wrong, but
her body seemed to appreciate this immoral act performed on it more each
time.
   "There's nothing to understand.  Just enjoy my big, black cock and don't
worry about it."
   "Ooh, oooh, promise you'll take it out of me this time."
   "Of course I will, baby."
   ******************
   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 of
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 absorbed into the ground, more snow blanketed the earth and
Melissa missed her opportunity to drive 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 much of that time keeping each
other warm.
   She turned her head to the side, bit her fist, but failed to answer.  As
lewd and distasteful as intercourse with Reggie was to Melissa, she began
to wear down.  Gradually, the unwanted physical intimacy was becoming
something more.  It kept her warm during cold nights, saved her from being
alone.  Reggie desired her with ferocious passion everywhere and all the
time as if she was everything to him.
   A subtle change occurred in Melissa.  It became difficult for her not to
form some type of emotional bond with Reggie after receiving so much
unwanted intimacy from him for so long.  She could not help herself.  She
opened up and shared some of her feelings with him - then more of them -
and slowly her trust as the sex resembled love making and an adulterous
affair a little more each time he forced it on her.
   He was tangible and she experienced him here and now.  He was not
married to an imaginary, non-existent god like Bill - a god that left her
prayers unanswered, took him from her on distant trips, and promised
rewards in paradise for denying the joys of her beauty and youth,
squandering these gifts until replaced by withering old age and death. 
Reggie could be violent, but only to have her.  She loved Bill, but perhaps
she could like another man too.  Maybe she preferred sex with this black
man more than with her husband.
   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 to take half his gigantic 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 in her
pussy.  A feeble voice still reminded her it was wrong.  Her body
contradicted her brain, however, and conveyed to Reggie its 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 and wet mouth receiving his tongue like
its own.
   The last week before Bill's return Melissa succumbed to Reggie's
decadence, and Reggie fully indulged her emerging acceptance of him.  He
had not found a white woman yet he could not convert.
   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 needed to be changed and a lot
of other cleaning done in preparation for Bill's return tomorrow.  Reggie
was leaving and the adultery with him would finally end.  She told herself
she would forget all the horrible things she did with Reggie and resume a
normal Christian life with her husband.
   However, she also woke with a wet pussy that craved one last sample of
Reggie's incredible black cock.  Just a little peek, Melissa thought,
carefully pulling down Reggie's sheet as he slept 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.  Melissa tried to stop herself but she
could not resist.  Her fingers lightly grazed Reggie's hard-on, trailing
the warm, smooth hunk of dark flesh that curved slightly like a banana, but
was perhaps closer in size to a baseball bat.  It looked so beautifully
masculine, yet caused Reggie so much grief without a companion to relieve
it.
   Something was definitely wrong with Melissa.  Perhaps an evil entity
possessed her, she thought.  How could she become attracted to such a
horrible freak of nature?  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 and heavy and so thick her hands
barely fit around it.
   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 and look at her appreciatively.
   "I'm sorry," she said in embarrassment, still unable to stop herself
from stroking him.  "I know how much discomfort your erections cause you."
She put her lips around its head and began sucking while tenderly pumping
his club sized shaft.  "Mmhmm, ah, uh-huh."
   Tilting his head back in the pillow and closing his eyes, Reggie
exclaimed, "Oh, baby, that feels good."
   "Am I helping it feel better?" she asked continuing to jerk on his pole.
   "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 far larger and heavier than Bill's, the sperm producing culprits
behind Reggie's violent acts and his incessant need for females.
   Reggie's gigantic penis was his curse that constantly tormented 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 entered.  "Mmmmmm, uh-huh," Melissa moaned as
she suckled its venom.
   "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 wet slit.  She slowly lowered herself, her pussy sliding down his long
rod, taking more of it inside her.  "Ooh, oooooh, uh-huh," she moaned,
feeling herself stretch, but still unable to fit it all inside her.
   "That feels nice.  Keep doing that," Reggie said placing his hands on
her flowing hips.
   "Uh, ah, it's so big."
   "Oh, I know, baby, but you're taking more of it.  That's incredible. 
Keep moving.  Oh, yea, just like that."
   "Ooh, ooooh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, 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 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 and only their
heavy breathing and the velocity between them existed.
   "Oh, I'm going to cum, baby!"
   "Ooh, ooooh, ooooooh, Reggie."
   "Oh, yea, that feels good," he groaned flooding Melissa's pussy.
   Her hips slowed, then stopped, and she lay languidly on top of him
stroking his muscular chest with her hand, their remaining time together
getting shorter.
   **********************
   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.
   Did a part of Melissa, however, begin to find Hell with Reggie
appealing? Her blue eyes looked like they contained tiny sparks as they
reflected the dimming flames from the fireplace she silently watched while
the room became darker.  The fire needed tending, but her eyelids mimicking
the dying flames fell lower and she remained languorously on the sofa. 
Melissa thought the damage with Kelly Ward was repairable and she could
explain it innocently to Bill if necessary.
   She grew colder.  Melissa disliked being alone in this drab, lonely
house in the middle of nowhere.  Did she actually miss Reggie?  She
wondered how she could possibly have feelings for a black man who violently
raped her repeatedly.  Bill would be back in the morning and return her
life to normal.  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.  He 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 with no Melissa or anyone else to help him alleviate his
erection.  He missed Melissa's tight, silky cunt, her gorgeous body and
even her innocent conversations.  He needed to get his cock inside her
pussy again and give her more of its venom.
   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 Mattthew 25:35 - 25:40 to her.
   "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 tried to bury her memory of Reggie, but its stinking corpse kept
resurfacing.  Like an important but unpleasant task one puts off, he seemed
to linger in the back of her mind with inescapable reminders of him
everywhere.
   She had forgotten about the letter that almost canonized Reggie he had
made her write to Bill.  How could she face him again with Bill present,
especially 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 jetlag and travelling all night.  Can't
we take tomorrow off from church?  We can spend a romantic day together
just the two of us."
   Every once in a while his wife suggested something stupid, just like
when she tried talking him out of going on the mission in the first place,
Bill thought.  However, the Bible explained it all and in his opinion, this
was not Melissa's fault - she was a woman, and like all women, a descendant
of Eve more susceptible than man to temptation.  He would protect both of
them by avoiding Adam's mistake, exercising his better judgment, and not
following advice obviously originating from The Great Deceiver.
   "Absolutely not - I can't believe you would suggest we miss church.  I
haven't been to our church in weeks and Reverend Doyle is expecting all of
us 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 in Peru, Bill missed the luxuries of soft sheets,
a comfortable mattress and his wife's incredible body; and for the first
time in three weeks, a hypersexual black man more than twice Bill's size,
named Reggie, was not pounding his gigantic cock into Melissa.
   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 lost like an appetite for salad immediately after devouring
chocolates.
   Bill persisted and before long was inside her.  Melissa wished she could
enjoy being with him as she did before Reggie spoiled her pussy, but
something had changed because of Reggie.  She loved Bill and desperately
wanted their chemistry to work, but sex almost felt inappropriate with him
now, like they were siblings instead of husband and wife.
   On the issue of size, which had never concerned her previously, Bill's
penis clearly did not measure up to Reggie's, the difference as stark as
their skin colors and Bill's small member only hinting at pleasures far
beyond its reach to stimulate.  Melissa performed her wifely duties
convincingly and in less than five minutes Bill finished, rolled over, and
went to sleep, leaving her with a frustrating and unrelieved discomfort
similar to what Reggie had described experiencing to her with his constant
erections.
   Reggie had shared a bad habit with her for three weeks and Melissa now
needed to 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.  She felt dirty and perverted
and began to cry in the darkness.  Her body never reacted this way.  She
had never done this to herself before.  The sex with Bill was lousy and she
could not understand her physical response.  Masturbation was a sinful and
unsatisfying substitute for another person.  She stopped 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 and she felt
awkward coming this morning, as if she no longer belonged here.  However,
she needed to play the part of the good Christian wife and try to get her
old life back.  Perhaps God could forgive her for what transpired with
Reggie - and perhaps she could even forgive 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.  Some of the stress she felt showing
up at Church faded like the partially relieved nervousness of a public
speaker once beginning delivery of the dreaded speech.
   Melissa had not prayed in weeks and was still angry with God and Bill
for allowing Reggie to have her.  She realized to get her old life back she
could not stay bitter and had 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.  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 dick going in and out of her
tight, wet hole.  She tried to put the horrible thoughts out of her mind
but they kept returning as unwanted memories often do when triggered by
places, dates or people.
   As she looked down and tried to pray, the big bulge in Reggie's slacks
drew Melissa's eyes to it - where she unsuccessfully fought them not to go.
She found herself staring at his obvious erection.  Part of her wanted to
rub it.  She felt her pussy get wet from the thought.  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 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 - so tantalizingly close to joining again.  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 which deserved to be celebrated and worshiped far
more than an invisible God.
   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 with whitecaps of
blond, brunette, red, black, and grey hair.
   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 desperately wanted to shove Reggie's hand away, but she could not
risk creating a scene or drawing Bill's attention.  The letter she had
written to Bill about Reggie, together with Kelly Ward's observation at the
Family Foods Supermarket, already amounted to convincing evidence of an
affair between her and Reggie.
   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 briefly returned the hug, released her
and greeted other parishioners.  Melissa kept her back toward Reggie
looking for anyone else to greet besides him, the hollowness in the
gestures and words people exchanged becoming apparent to her 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, Reggie's smile, carriage, and firm
handshake exuding with the strength and self-confidence of a man unafraid
to take what he wanted in life, including her.
   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
who got wood for me during the storms."
   Reggie held back laughter at the innocent double entendre neither
Melissa nor her husband caught - such naiveté.  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
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 - back from Peru will
illuminate us on some of their experiences now 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 a secret, as 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, glairing straight ahead at Bill and the others without looking at
Reggie.
   That was no way to treat a boyfriend and her fuck buddy, Reggie thought,
his confident smile undaunted by her acrimony while they sat through
several tedious orations neither one of them found interesting.  She would
reconsider once he had her alone again.
   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 his wife could use
their car.
   Melissa was going to tell Bill that Reggie declined their offer and she
would wait, 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.
   Melissa stood stunned.  Bill did not have a clue that he just ignorantly
handed his beautiful wife back to a huge black thug to fuck some more.
   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 and their affair was 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 these desolate backwoods and the Bible thumpers Bill
surrounded her with as friends.  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 if needed.  However, physical pain from Reggie
would not be as bad as Bill finding out what occurred between them from
bruises Reggie might put on her.
   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 Reggie from continuing to force himself on her 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?  However, there was no more denial for
her. 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.  Incapable of experiencing that ultimate emotion, he cared for her
as much as possible, which was why he had to do this.  He only knew how to
steal intimacy and create the illusion of love to himself.  Gorgeous women
caused such painful longing in him that sex with them took away.
   "You know I love you, baby - and a hell of a lot more than your dweeb of
a husband who can't even hold his beautiful wife's hand in church," Reggie
replied.  He 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.
   "Owe, 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.  But
his dwelling, while a drab shell like every other Melissa had seen in these
parts, proved different in its contents - a refreshing assortment of modern
furnishings, rich decorations, and new, cutting edge electronics with a
state-of-the-art, 50-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 many intimate
sensations and hence 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 get him to stop
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 now
observed the huge erection in his pants screaming for her.
   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 put my cock in
your pussy whenever I want.  Do you understand me?" he spat as he twisted
her hair tighter.  "Let's try doggy style.  You're going to like it," 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 anticipated.
   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 travelling over her soft, warm thighs -
and his fingers slipped inside her panties.  "Up for me," he instructed. 
Melissa seemed to lose 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 beautiful," he commented, her curves images
in his eyes 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?" he asked.  "Is that why you've been so irritable?" He
slipped his phallus inside her and began thrusting.
   "Ah, no," Melissa cried in a high pitch of 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
slowly becoming more pleasurable, hate similarly succumbing to
incomprehensible desire for this black thug.  Perhaps this was the ultimate
meaning of life and she needed to give in to it?  Becoming 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 further.
   "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 she would cum quickly.  Once used to him, his cock made
every woman 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.  You just keep cumming and
don't worry none, 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 a new religion and her pleasure was more
important.  "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.  She knew he would not stop even
if she begged him.
   "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."
   After Reggie made Melissa climax several more times, he announced 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 ejaculated in globs all over her ass, spreading
it out, as if with a paint brush, into a smooth, shiny layer.
   "Are you done yet?" Melissa impatiently asked, watching over her
shoulder with revulsion.  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, including gorgeous
women like you."
   "So you don't believe in Heaven or an afterlife?"
   "Baby, I was in Heaven earlier - when I fucked you.  I go back every
time I'm in you.  You will not find Heaven after you're rotting in the
ground or after you've spent your youth acquiring old age.  The Pearly
Gates close with the loss of beauty."
   Reggie's warped philosophy sickened Melissa.  She sat in his truck on
her way to a miserable home and a husband she no longer desired all because
of him it seemed.
   Reggie drove up her vacant driveway.  Melissa almost wished for Bill to
catch him dropping her off after their little hour-and-a-half excursion. 
At least her horrible adulterous affair with a black man would finally be
over.  What excuse could Reggie possibly tell Bill for their delay?
   Melissa's hopes went unfulfilled, however, and Bill remained at church
completely unaware of their afternoon activities.  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 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
where Melissa had quickly started cooking dinner after fucking Reggie, just
before Bill returned.  "Whatever you're cooking smells good," he said
changing the subject.
   Melissa disregarded his later compliment.  He seemed always to be in
prayer, at work, or doing something that required his attentions at her
expense.  He could not even give her a child.
   Some head of the household Bill turned out to be, Melissa thought,
leaving her for six weeks to get fucked by a big black man while he was
away; sending her off to get fucked by the black man some more after he
returned, and inviting the black man who is fucking his wife over for
dinner.  Perhaps Bill deserved this, but did she?  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 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?  Was it rape anymore? 
Gradually a part of Melissa that liked Reggie taking her 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 knew nothing about God or the Bible.  Bill refused to associate with
those who were not strong Christians like himself.  At least Bill would not
invite the man who was fucking his wife behind his back over for any more
dinners or let that man give her rides anymore, she thought.
   Unfortunately, to Melissa's chagrin, 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.
   Reggie explained: "God and Lucifer actually loved one another.  They
were partners.  Lucifer was His favorite angel not only because of his
beauty, but also because of his intelligence and talent.  Lucifer 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.  When God saw the full extent of Lucifer's skill, He knew He had
worthy competition and didn't like being upstaged.  I don't think we can
imagine how Lucifer must have felt when he discovered how the God he had
loved so dearly reacted to his accomplishments and no longer allowed him to
return.  In anger, Lucifer devoted himself to his more challenging work. 
You can't despise Satan; he plays a vital role in the existence of free
will."
   Reggie spoke 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 jetlag 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."
   "You're welcome.  I'm really sorry.  I never get this sleepy.  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,"
Reggie added, his hand getting closer to her pussy.
   Melissa felt defeated.  She paused for a moment, trying to think of a
way out of this.  Before she had the chance to 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 the 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.
   "Nooooh, not here," Melissa whispered as Reggie succeeded in unfastening
the button.  "What if Bill wakes up?"
   "Bill isn't waking up for at least 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 with you 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 petition to stop.
   She fell back on her elbows and watched with a grimace as he spread her
legs apart - as if Bill had never returned - and began performing oral sex
on her again.  Although she had gradually learned to like Reggie eating her
pussy, she still felt guilty and uncomfortable - especially with Bill in
the other room.
   It was supposed to be over between her and Reggie now that Bill was
back. She had convinced herself that life would return to normal once Bill
was here.  Melissa failed to realize, however, that normal permanently
changed for her.  Too much addictive venom from Reggie's big black cock now
had her hooked.  "Ooh, no don't," she whimpered as Reggie's tongue went
over 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 all his now and he knew it. 
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 each passing moment, each passing day, slowly
turning her into a sex addict like himself.
   "Ooh, ooooh, 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.  The first time he had spread her open like this, she fought him.
He put her in place and kept doing it anyway.  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.  It
did not seem to bother her as much anymore.
   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 missed this yesterday."
   Melissa wished she had the strength to stop him.  However, he had
drained a little more 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 bad bets.
   She started cumming.
   "That's it - just let it go," Reggie encouraged.  He knew this was
difficult for her to accept, but she was finally acquiescing to an
adulterous affair with a black man.
   "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 still could not say yes.  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 this."
   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 and
wet, baby," he said.  His thumb maintained its tiny circles around her
clit; and her stretched pussy lips gripped around his slippery shaft as it
slid through them.
   "Oh, oooh, oooh, 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.
   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 real nice.  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.  They were part of each other even though they
did not belong together and she did not want to be.  "Oh, Reggie," she
cried fingering her clit, holding his heavy balls and climaxing again for
him.  "I don't know about this.  It's wrong."
   "It's not wrong, baby it's right.  Doesn't it feel good?"
   "Ooh."
   Her body wanted him as badly as he wanted her, even if her mind did not.
"I don't want to do this.  Are you going to cum?"
   "Yea, baby, keeping doing that with your pussy and I'll cum soon."
   For the third time that evening, Reggie's penis erupted inside Melissa,
spewing its warm lava of love.  "Oooh, you're cumming," she observed and
dismounted him, a rivulet of white jism running down his black shaft, like
melted vanilla ice cream leaking from a chocolate-coated ice cream bar. 
She tenderly held his heavy, dark phallus - freshly withdrawn from her
pussy and slick with both their secretions - in her petite hands and began
licking the delicious cream up, running her tongue along his rod and over
his cock head.
   "That's it baby, just like I taught you.  Yea that feels good.  You like
the way Negro cum tastes?"
   "Uh-huh," Melissa moaned in reply still lapping up his cum, his giant
cock so ridiculously large she needed both hands to hold it.
   ***********
   Melissa accompanied Reggie to his truck, the approaching dawn chasing
away the evening's darkness and through barren tree branches a crescent
moon stubbornly lingering on the horizon.  He opened the door and she
wrapped her arms around his neck - a goodbye kiss one last time.  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?  How could she do this?  She just
told Reggie what time Bill would be at work so he could come fuck her
again. She did not want to have an affair, especially with a black man.
   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.
   Again, her husband's blindness disillusioned Melissa.  Reggie's huge
cock had been inside her all night while Bill slept.  A black man's sperm
swam in her pussy and Bill was suggesting she spend more time with him to
learn a few things?  She was doing things with Reggie Bill could not
imagine.  "I didn't rest well last night, honey.  I'm going back to sleep,"
she said rolling over; she did not want to look at him anymore.
   ****************
   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, parked with all the others, 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.
   The owners of all the vehicles outside 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 helped plan.  Bob Ward stood
with his attractive younger wife Kelly, the powdered sugar from a raspberry
filled doughnut he just finished leaving 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 all of us men to get closer to Jesus," Bill
said.  "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 deeper recesses of 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 seen Reggie Johnson's truck in
front of your house an awful lot while you're at work as well as Melissa's
car at his house."
   "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 when he had asked
about Reggie.  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 can't be 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 any of the other
parishioners, 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 drop from Bill's face and his heart pound 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.  Reggie pumped Negro cum from his huge testicles into her almost
daily like a teenage boy.  She had been with him far more than Bill, and
they had not used protection.  Now she likely carried Reggie's child. 
Melissa began crying.  What would she do with a black baby?  How could she
explain it to Bill?
   The warm shower hardly soothed Melissa's anxiety.  She tried
unsuccessfully 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.
   She had used an epilator on her private areas yesterday while Bill was
at work and now only a short, narrow strip of closely trimmed, golden brown
hair on her mons pubis remained and made her appear almost pre-pubescent.
She had always kept herself tidy down there out of habit, even though she
was not hairy.  She wondered if she would still be attractive with a
swollen belly.  When would she tell Bill?
   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 to the main
road.  Unfazed by the cold morning air lingering in his cab, Reggie smiled
as his truck accelerated.  He anticipated spending time with Melissa free
of interruptions; Bill would be gone.
   Reggie could hardly wait to see Melissa in new lingerie he had ordered
online that arrived yesterday evening.  His dick had been hard since last
night from thoughts of yanking those sexy thongs down her legs and plunging
his cock into her tight wet cunt.  His penis yearned for more pussy - for
the frequent, almost constant embrace of a warm, snug vagina that it had
enjoyed during Bill's trip to Peru.
   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, and
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, and then killing both of them.
   Reggie's elation equaled 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 the new
lingerie at his house.
   Bill arrived home but Reggie's truck was not there and her car was still
in the driveway covered in 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 was headed
for his gun safe and then to Reggie's bungalow.
   Melissa had donned pink silk panties with a matching bra and was looking
for an outfit to wear 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 reaching his
destination; 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 - and not Reggie.  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.  With a hard cock aching for relief and now no pussy, 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 and never noticed the tear
forming in his marriage.  Like a latex barrier strained excessively, Reggie
slipped through and caused an infection Bill neglected until the patient
became terminal.  Reggie had been fucking her for months, filling her with
his cum without Bill suspecting a thing.  Melissa had tried so hard to
resist Reggie.  She never wanted to end up with a black man, but Reggie
made himself part of her - his baby grew inside her.  She shared something
undesired yet special with him she did not have with Bill, and her outlook
changed.
   Melissa wanted to go to Reggie, but she did not want to pour the
gasoline of truth on Bill's flames of anger, fearing the explosive results
of his temper with the gun he kept in the house.
   "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 forbid you from
having anymore contact with him.  If I find out you were sleeping with him,
I'll kill both of you for committing adultery.  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, if he had not pressured her
into studying Bible with Reggie, it may have salvaged their marriage. 
However, it was too late now.  She had been far too intimate with Reggie
far too long.
   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 crazy husband.  She wanted to be
with Reggie.  Did she actually love him?  She missed his strong embrace. 
How could she tell him about the baby and warn him about Bill 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.
   "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 me - Bill furious &
has gun.  Txt u later 2nite."
   She sent the message, immediately deleted it so Bill could not see it,
and shoved the phone back in her pocket.  She put her gloves back on and
raced to the pile of wood, grabbed all the logs she could carry and headed
back inside the house.
   She 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, then 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.
   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.  With her husband out of town on the religious
retreat, he decided it might be a good time to pay Kelly Ward a visit.
   *************
   Reggie easily found Robert and Kelly Ward's address on the tax
collector's website, put it into his GPS, and arrived at their house
isolated like Melissa's house and his own in thick woods a couple miles
away.  He parked off the road a short distance and watched snowflakes blow
and eddy in front of his headlights a moment before turning the beams off.
He checked his phone again but there was no text from Melissa yet.  He
worried about her and missed her.  His cock was hard for her pussy, but
Kelly was an attractive 31-year-old who would do in the meantime and might
ultimately make another nice girlfriend.  He put on his backpack, eased his
truck door closed and walked through the soughing wind.  The house appeared
dark, its occupant likely asleep early.
   Reggie stepped onto the front porch; along its eave, a wind chime
resonated into the night, and hanging baskets, containing dead plants,
fluttered in the cold breeze like executed convicts dangling from gallows.
He reached the front door and turned its knob - Kelly had accidentally left
it unlocked.  White pussy out in the sticks was proving easier pickings
than he had originally thought.
   With the dim glow from his phone, Reggie slinked through Kelly's orderly
home searching for her bedroom, an occasional creak from his footsteps
camouflaged by similar groans the old house made caused by the inclement
weather.  He passed through the living room, where against the wall a
stately grandfather clock stood ticking, and went down a hallway.  After
the first doorway proved to be a bathroom, the faint light from his phone
revealed an ashen Kelly soundly sleeping in a queen-sized bed in the second
room he checked.
   He stealthily removed his backpack, retrieved a syringe from it, and
entered the bedroom.  A lamp, a digital clock, and her cell phone sat on a
nightstand beside the head of her bed.  Reggie saw the radiant red numbers
on the clock change from 9:10 pm to 9:11 pm.  She faced away from him lying
on her stomach.
   He carefully lifted a corner of her blanket and peered at her slim,
curvy body.  Her short nightie had hiked up slightly and a dainty pair of
purple panties on a beautifully shaped, head-turning ass peaked at him. 
She vied with Melissa for the title of prettiest woman in town, which
caused much of the animosity that existed between the two of them, although
neither woman ever admitted to themselves or anyone else the jealousy they
felt toward the other.
   He had already switched on the lamp on Kelly's nightstand and straddled
her back, his knees pressing her arms into the mattress with her silky red
hair between his meaty fingers shoving her head into the pillow, when her
big green eyes opened.
   Although Reggie usually took his time with women, making them cum until
effete, in this instance he wished to act quickly and get back to Melissa.
"Get off me!  No, stop!" Kelly screamed unable to raise her head to see her
attacker.  As she strained against him, her external jugular vein bulged
nicely and he stuck it with the syringe containing a powerful synthetic
heroin-based date rape compound.
   "Ow, oh God, no," Kelly cried feeling a pinch in her neck but unaware of
its cause.
   "There, there, pretty white girl, you're going to be alright.  Don't
fight it.  I'm gonna win.  Shhh," Reggie whispered soothingly in her ear as
he pressed the plunger and felt her struggling quickly diminish.  That's
it, just enjoy it," he encouraged, the drug stealing her will to fight.  He
finished injecting her with the very large dosage, and pulled the needle
from her smooth skin, a drop of dark red blood oozing from the puncture. 
With surgical precision he placed the needle on her nightstand next to her
cellphone.
   Kelly Ward - good, strong Christian, faithful wife - began experiencing
incredible bliss, her first high, as the substance rushed through her
vascular system and reached neurons in her brain.  She was uncertain if she
was awake or if this was some vivid dream.  Reggie jerked off her panties,
flipped her on her back, pried her legs open, and started performing oral
sex on her.
   Her warmth touched his face and the sweet, fresh aroma of scented soap
from a recent bath mingled with his nostrils and made her pussy smell as
appetizing as it appeared and tasted.
   "Huh?" Kelly exclaimed with her mouth dumbly hanging open as she looked
down her flat tummy.  Her purple silk nightie was around her tits and she
helplessly watched Reggie nuzzling her red bush and eating her out.  She
did not understand what was happening.  How could this be a dream?  A
disgusting black man was orally raping her yet she felt so good and did not
care.  She saw him parting her pussy lips and culling her clitoris.
   "Noooo, don't," Kelly slurred, her hands pushing at his nappy head.  She
realized this was wrong and very bad in spite of how nice everything
seemed. Reggie's tongue kept licking her clit.  "Stooooop it," she
protested.
   He did not stop and as a result her clit grew embarrassingly big and
hard and her pussy became sloppy wet.
   "Ooh, don't," Kelly exclaimed, her pelvis undulating for Reggie.
   "What's the matter, baby?  Does this feel good but you don't want it
to?"
   "No, hate it - stop," Kelly wept, her pelvis rocking with a mind of its
own, as if she wanted to fuck.
   "After you cum for me, I'll stop," Reggie teased.
   "Oh, God, I don't want to do that, please."
   Reggie ignored her cries and continued caressing her enlarged clit, her
sobs gradually quieting as the movement in her hips grew stronger like an
itch she could not stop herself from scratching.
   "That's it, baby, you going to cum for me soon?" Reggie asked watching
her pussy gracefully rise and fall to his strokes like a dance to the
rhythm of some perverted melody he played on her clit with his talented
fingers.
   Kelly's face turned away and she refused to look at him or reply.
   "That's okay, baby, you don't have to answer.  I'll be able to tell. 
Your good friend, Melissa, acted the same way at first."
   "Oh...oh...oh..., no..., please," Kelly moaned.  Why was God letting
this happen to her?  She wanted to feel anger and hate for this disgusting
black man and the heinous act he performed on her, yet she came for him
instead.  How immoral and unfair!  She had been a good Christian her entire
life, a faithful wife, and now Reggie stole all of it from her, infecting
her with the same demons he put into Melissa Morgan.
   "Why are you doing this?" she wept, wanting the humiliation to end, yet
assured by her tormentor that it would continue.
   "Why did you tell Bill Morgan about Melissa and me?  I think you're
jealous of Melissa and want what she's getting.  And now you're going to
get some of it," Reggie answered as he pulled down his boxers for Kelly to
see the big black cock that would take her pussy soon.  He grabbed her
hand, forced her tiny fingers around his shaft and made her gently tug on
it.  "That's it, nice and gentle.  You ever held a big black cock before?"
he asked.
   Her bed now a maelstrom of scattered sheets and blankets, Kelly appeared
hypnotized by the gigantic black penis, hard and warm in her palm - her
eyes pools of green with a tiny black speck in their centers - and did not
answer.  It was far too large to be real.  Kelly tried to waken from this
crazy, vivid nightmare.  When Reggie finally unleashed her hand from his
own, she delayed letting go of his shaft a few seconds and continued slowly
jerking on it, before realizing her actions and releasing it in revulsion.
   She was still too good to play with his dick.  He would put it in her
pussy and change that, Reggie thought as he drew a bead at her opening with
it.
   "What are you doing?" Kelly stupidly asked as Reggie separated her labia
with his fingers and pushed his cock head against her entrance.  "No,
don't! It's too big - please!"
   "Shhhhhhh, it's not too big - see, look at that," Reggie replied.
   She saw the glistening pink opening of her tiny pussy accept the dark
mammoth-sized head of his cock inside it, and she felt herself stretching
to accommodate him.  "I'll get the rest of it to fit in you now, just like
Melissa."
   "Ow, it hurts - uh!  Oh God, ow, please," Kelly cried.  She looked down
between her legs in horror and watched more of Reggie's thick black shaft
slowly passing through her tightly stretched labia and disappearing inside
her.  His cock backed up a little like a freight train at a railroad
crossing, coated with her silky lubricant, then progressed further.
   "Ow, no more, take it out."
   "Oh yea, your pussy feels so good," Reggie exclaimed, more of his length
vanishing inside her.  "See, I'll get it to fit."
   Kelly's beautiful face contorted in discomfort.
   His weight came down on top of her, a warm, heavy blanket of firm
muscles pressing her into the mattress, and he finally got to the business
of relieving the erection that plagued him since the previous evening.  He
started fucking her in earnest.  His face went into her soft red hair that
fanned over her pillow, and his nose took in more of her sweet fragrances -
a mango scented shampoo she had used to wash it while showering earlier.
   "Oh, don't," Kelly gasped as his thick, colossal cock pounded into her
like an incredible jackhammer, completely opening her up and pulling her
sensitive folds in and out with it.
   "Ah, uh, uh, oh, oh, ah, no, I can't," she whimpered, the discomfort
slowly replaced by some primeval urge.  She found herself clutching him,
her fingernails digging into his strong back, another damning orgasm
approaching.  This was evil, sinful and wrong.  A strange man's penis, not
her husband, was inside her.  She should be fighting him, not cumming.
   "That's it, baby, just enjoy that big, black cock," Reggie encouraged,
feeling her vagina spasm.
   Her wave of orgasms subsided.  She turned her face toward her nightstand
and saw the syringe next to her phone.  Kelly failed to comprehend that he
had used the syringe on her.  Only two feet away, the phone seemed distant
and her arm stretched into a piece of spaghetti reaching for it.
   She pushed nine and one, and then Reggie's hand pulled the phone away
before she entered the last digit, leaving her frustrated.  His cock
pounded into her from different angles building tension in her again.  Her
hips resumed subtle thrusts to meet his.  His tongue slipped into her mouth
and he forced her into a French kiss.
   This time her orgasm triggered his.
   "Mm mph," Kelly moaned into his mouth trying to make him withdraw as she
felt his cock fill her with its warm seed.  The itch proved too strong for
her to resist scratching.  Her hips moved to meet him and her vagina
autonomously milked every drop of disgusting semen from his penis as they
reached orgasm together.
   Reggie felt the euphoric relief of Kelly's tight pussy draining the
surplus cum from his balls intended for Melissa.  "Oh, baby, thank you. 
You feel so good."
   Kelly's hands wandered up Reggie's muscular back and she drifted off to
sleep beneath the firm ripples in his stomach and chest, the powerful date
rape drug removing all worries.  She and Bob never wanted children and they
usually used condoms for birth control during her cycle, which had been
irregular lately.  Luckily, this was all just a strange, erotic nightmare,
Kelly thought as her consciousness slipped away.
   ************
   Bill sat in his recliner drinking a glass of wine and studying Melissa's
phone.  The earlier blaze of yellow in the living room fireplace now
struggled to remain brief flames of orange and red slowly turning to embers
and sending up gossamers of smoke the winter wind whisked away from the
rooftop chimney.  Melissa had deleted incriminating texts as they occurred
with Reggie in case the situation she now found herself in with Bill ever
materialized, but her phone still contained a few of their messages with
cryptic references and suspicious gaps Bill tried to understand, like the
following:
Reggie: "Bible study?"
Melissa: "No"
Reggie: "Yes, study onanism w/ u."
Melissa: "IDK, OK I guess"
Reggie: "u enjoy studying @ Onan w/me 2day?  it feel good 4 u?"
Melissa: Missing response
Reggie: "Need to cum 4 more Bible study.  See u soon"
Melissa: "Tired of Bible study no more 2day plse"
Reggie: "Yes, u will change mind"
Melissa: "No Bill will b home"
Reggie: "Quickie; make u feel good & u cum 4 me.  c u soon :)"
Melissa: Missing response
   Bill did not understand their abbreviations.  Did it make them feel good
coming to each other's house for Bible Study?  Some of their texts
referenced deviant sexual relationships and practices found in the Bible -
subject matter inappropriate for a married woman to discuss alone with a
man who was not her husband, even within the context of studying the Bible.
Why would Reggie want to meet her twice on some days for Bible study?  Why
would they study a minor figure like Onan?
   Onanism was an ambiguous term that could mean masturbation, coitus
interruptus, or self-gratification.  Were they discussing these things and
God's prohibition of them, or were they practicing them with each other? 
Bill wondered.
   "Why were you studying onanism with Reggie?" Bill asked looking up as he
clicked off Melissa's phone turning its screen dark.
   Melissa sat in her usual spot on the sofa and glared at Bill.  She could
not tell him the truth.  She needed to think of something else quickly -
"You have your nerve reading my personal messages like that and accusing me
of adultery with a black man."
   "Tell me why you were studying about onanism."
   "Reggie caught his nephew masturbating several times and wanted to know
what the Bible said about it," Melissa angrily answered to Bill's partial
satisfaction.
   "I think the subject matter you and Reggie chose to study alone together
was inappropriate."
   Melissa turned away from Bill and remained silent.  Her husband had no
concept of the perverted lessons Reggie made her practice with him every
day at Bill's encouragement.  Reggie had forced her to fornicate with him
until it became an unbreakable habit.  She wanted Reggie's big black cock
in her pussy and the warmth of his strong, muscular body covering her like
a blanket of safety more than ever to relieve all this stress.
   "Are you coming to bed?" Bill finally asked, rising from his recliner
and stretching in front of the embers now providing little heat.  It had
been a while since they made love and he suddenly felt an unusual urge to
have intercourse with his wife again.
   "No, I'm not coming to bed with you after you accused me of fucking
Reggie.  Can I have my phone back?"
   Her language shocked Bill.  He had never heard her use that profane
word, "fuck", before.  He sat beside Melissa on the couch and put his arm
around her.  His other hand began rubbing her thigh.  "I'm sorry I yelled
at you earlier.  You need to come to bed with me," he said.
   This was a rare moment for Bill, to be horny and actually want her.  If
she went to bed with him, he would try to fuck her.  The thought of sex
with Bill sickened Melissa.  She desired Reggie, not him.  "You want sex
after months without touching me, when you think I'm having an affair with
Reggie, a black man?  You disgust me.  Get your filthy hands off me and
give me my phone back."
   Her personality had completely changed over the past months.  Since he
returned from Peru, she had acted differently.  Bill suspected something
happened to her while he was away, but he did not know what.  She was not
the same woman anymore.  "Suit yourself, but I'm keeping your phone," he
replied.  He rose from the couch and headed down the hallway.
   He kept his safe in the hallway closet, and from the living room,
Melissa heard its steel door clang shut with her phone and car keys placed
inside it.  Bill went to bed and she waited for him to fall asleep while
sitting alone on the sofa and watching the glowing embers die.
   *************
   Bundled up in her winter attire, Melissa began her journey on foot down
the silent stretch of highway to Reggie's house.  A full moon brightly
shining in the black sky above leafless trees accompanied her.  The storm
left a cold breeze and a fresh blanket of smooth white snow that hauntingly
reflected the silvery moonlight.  She tried to quell what she realized were
her own irrational and childish fears of bogeymen that lurked in the
surrounding woods.
   Reggie carefully put Kelly's panties back on her - his semen forming a
growing wet spot on them as it leaked from her well-fucked vagina - and
left her slumbering in a peaceful high.  She would sleep hours from the
drug, and remember little of what happened when she woke - only vague,
embarrassing dreams.
   From the highway, Reggie stopped in front of Melissa's house, and with
his truck idling, stared at its dark windows.  Snow covered Bill and
Melissa's cars.  He checked his cell phone again - still no contact from
her.  She said she would text him and her lack of communication was
troubling.  Melissa was Reggie's girlfriend, his fuck buddy, even though
married to Bill.  If Bill hurt her, Reggie was ready to bust a cap in his
ass.
   Reggie started to leave when the beam from his headlights revealed what
looked like fresh footsteps in the snow on the side of the road.  He jumped
from his truck into the frozen bite of the winter night to examine the
path. The small footprints originated from Melissa's property, headed in
the direction of his house and extended into the darkness beyond the reach
of his headlamps.
   The moonlit snow lost its silvery hue and Melissa's shadow advanced from
her side.  She turned around and stared into the high beam of a distant
vehicle twinkling like an approaching star, and thinking that it might be
Bill, ducked into the woods and waited for it to pass.
   Reggie saw up ahead of him where the trail of footprints turned into the
woods.  He slammed on his brakes, threw his truck in park and hopped out
from it.  The familiar roar of Reggie's truck brought Melissa out from
hiding and she emerged from the curtain of trees into the path of his
headlights.
   "What are you doing out here, baby doll?" he asked running up to her and
wrapping his arms around her while his truck's engine idly chugged and its
chrome tailpipes belched white clouds of smoke similar to the frosty breath
coming from Reggie and Melissa's mouths.
   She looked up into his face with worry in her big cerulean eyes and they
kissed.
   "I couldn't stay there with him.  The bastard took my phone and car keys
and locked them in his gun safe.  I needed to see you.  I think I may be
pregnant, Reggie.  Bill will kill me." Melissa cried.
   "No he won't.  But let's get out of this cold."
   He stood to the side, opened the passenger door, and allowed the
inviting warmth inside the truck to flow over Melissa and spill into the
frigid night air in a quickly dissipating stream of heat.  Her foot landed
on the running board to enter his truck; his hands encircled her petite
waist and assisted her up.  Melissa slid into the cab; he flung her door
closed and got in the other side.  "You okay?" he asked.
   "I can't go back to him, Reggie," Melissa broke down.  "I want to stay
with you."
   "I know, baby doll.  Soon you won't have to go back to him anymore."
   Melissa looked up into his black obsidian-like eyes.  "I just want to be
with you," she said snuggling into his warm, hard chest.  Her hand
descended his washboard stomach to the bulge in his pants and began rubbing
it, making it bigger, as if she was summoning a magic genie from a lamp. 
Reggie put the truck in drive, held her close to him and patted her soft
blond hair.  She was his now - carried his black baby in her womb.  Her
husband had lost a beautiful wife.
   The bulge in Reggie's pants grew for Melissa as her hand gently
travelled back and forth over the lengthy distance that originated at his
crotch, curved to his left, and reached the outside of his hip.  She
marveled at how big and hard she made it.  She wanted to unzip his pants as
he drove, suck on his black cock, begin relieving the erection she made it
form, and drink his virile cum.
   "No, I want to suck on it," Melissa cried, her fingers still trying to
unzip Reggie's pants as he pulled her head away from his lap.
   She was already hooked badly and didn't need more of its venom right
now.
   "Woe, I know baby, but we need to think this out first.  I'll let you
suck on it later, okay?"
   "Okay," Melissa answered disappointedly.  She wanted his cock now but
knew he was right.
   ***************
   Sitting on his leather sofa, she waited in the living room while her
eyes roamed his expensive electronics and furnishings.  She liked Reggie's
bungalow so much more than her own dismal house.  The floorboards creaked
and announced to her his movements in his bedroom and his return before he
appeared to her eyes.
   "Come on - we can't stay here.  You need to go back home for a little
while."
   "What do you mean?" Melissa asked worriedly.
   "We don't need any trouble with your husband," Reggie explained.  "Get
his guard down while I make some arrangements.  In a few days I'll be by
your house in the morning when Bill's at work, okay?"
   Not too long ago, Melissa had wished for just such a reprieve from
Reggie, but she could not get one.  He kept fucking her when she did not
want him.  Now things seemed reversed.
   Reggie bundled her up to go back outside.
   "We need to get you back before Bill wakes and finds you missing.  I'll
let you suck on my cock while we're in the truck if you want, okay?"
   The bitter cold from outside seeped through the glass windows but went
no further.  The instrument panel in Reggie's warm truck shined like a
colorful array of Christmas lights as he happily drove with Melissa's face
buried in his lap.  Melissa unknowingly enjoyed the sweet taste of Kelly's
pussy and greedily sucked on Reggie's giant black cock, which still
contained remnants of Kelly's syrupy dampness on it.  Melissa ran her lips
up and down his shaft, and over his cock head getting more of Kelly's
flavor in her mouth until she had licked and sucked all Kelly off him.
   Reggie glanced down at the back of her head for a second and gently ran
his fingers through her silky, flaxen hair.  "You like the way that
tastes?" he asked with a grin on his face.
   "Uh-huh," Melissa moaned her mouth chock-a-block with his fat black cock
in it.  She tried taking it down her throat.
   Melissa would taste a lot more of Kelly for now on, Reggie thought.  Now
that Melissa was pregnant, it was time for him to move on and to other
white pastures for a little while.  "I'm trying to remember if Bob Ward is
part of the new missionary group going to Peru next month?" Reggie asked.
   "Uh-huh," Melissa moaned again unable to stop sucking the addictive
secretions.
   "I don't think Kelly is going with him either," Reggie spoke aloud.
   Melissa did not appreciate Reggie's sudden interest in the Ward's and
that stupid missionary group to Peru.  She grew wetter the longer she gave
Reggie head as she swallowed more of the addictive pre-cum leaking from his
penis.  She was about to have an orgasm from performing oral sex on him
when she felt Reggie pulling her by the hair.
   "No, I'm not finished yet," she whimpered in frustration as his penis
flopped from her mouth.  "I want you to cum."
   "We're here, baby doll."
   Melissa suddenly recognized her house.  It had resumed snowing outside
the truck, but she could not stop herself.  She wanted mouthfuls of
Reggie's tantalizing cum and needed to finish.  She went down on him again,
there in her driveway in front of her home, with her husband asleep inside.
   The End
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