Defiled Young College Professor

   By The Cryptkeeper


WARNING: Please do not read this work if subjects containing
rape, violence, or racism offend you.


Chapter 1

How to Make an A

   "That stuck up bitch is going to cost us the championship this
year if she fails another one of our players," Coach Leroy White
griped to his assistant, Nate Wilson.  "She gave Reggie another
"F" on his term paper. We can't afford to lose him."

   Reggie Johnson was a valuable linebacker on the university's
football team.  His English professor was a cute, 25-year-old
white woman named Danielle Rogers, who had started teaching at
the school 10 months earlier, shortly after obtaining her PhD.

A sexual predator, Reggie preyed on young women but targeted
fine, white pussy in particular.  He had grown bored in this
predominantly black school with its shortage of white females and
was considering going to another college anyway after this
season. However, his huge, black cock grew hard for Danielle
Rogers every time he attended her class, making it impossible for
him to concentrate on anything other than how good it would feel
fucking her tight, silky cunt.

Having observed Reggie undressed in the locker room on numerous
occasions, Nate had seen the well endowed linebacker firsthand
and understood why so many girls appreciated his talents.

“I think I know a way we can get our little, stuck-up, white
bitch professor to come around,” Nate said to his boss.

The two coaches met with the college president, Dr. Amos Jackson,
a previous football player himself.  The three black men
discussed their dilemma and Nate’s solution.

Dr. Jackson silently pondered Nate’s suggestion at his desk for a
moment with the two coaches sitting across from him quietly
awaiting his response.

“While I hate to resort to such tactics, the college must win the
state championship,” Dr. Jackson said. “It might also keep Reggie
from being lured by another school next season.”

Danielle Rogers felt a little out of place teaching at the
predominantly black school.  But with the poor economy and budget
cuts, most colleges were shedding faculty.  She was fortunate to
find this position at Bethune University.

“Come in Dr. Rogers,” Dr. Jackson said as the beautiful, young
professor stood at the entrance to his office.  Amos’ eyes
briefly roamed over Danielle’s lovely curves, her spectacular
figure the result of daily, five mile runs to keep in shape.  He
envied what Reggie would be getting. “Have a seat,” he continued
opening his hand to a big, brown, leather chair in front of his
desk.  He watched with a smile as the gorgeous, white woman sat,
appreciating her petite figure, fair skin, shiny, brown hair that
flowed behind her ears to her shoulders, and mesmerizing brown
eyes.  She could be a professional model with such a nicely
defined, angular face and that incredible body.

“So how is your husband doing?” Dr. Jackson asked.

“He’s still in Afghanistan,” Dr. Rogers replied, noticing how the
short, white, kinky hair on the sides of Dr. Jackson’s head
contrasted with the shiny, bald area comprising most of its
surface.

“How much longer will he be there?”

“Eleven months, unless they extend his tour again.”

“Well we appreciate his service to our Country,” Dr. Jackson said
as he looked down at the papers on his desk.  “I want to discuss
your progress toward achieving tenure.  I see you have completed
11 months with us so far.  After 24 months, as you probably
already know, we evaluate your dedication to our students and
decide whether to recommend you for tenure or not.  It’s been
brought to my attention that one of your pupils, Reggie Johnson,
has been having difficulties in your course.  Aside from being
one of our star athletes, Reggie has also been identified as
requiring special accommodations for his learning disability.  He
needs tutoring in a distraction free area away from others.  I
want you help him,” Dr. Jackson stated.

Danielle had always been the good girl.  Since her teens, when
her peers were at parties or out on dates with their boyfriends,
she stayed home studying for high grades to impress her parents
and teachers.  She went to church on Sundays, volunteered at the
soup kitchens on holidays, and dressed demurely to avoid the
stares from men which made her feel uncomfortable. She sought
approval for her life. Although Reggie Johnson gave her the
creeps the way he ogled her in class, refusing would surely
prevent her tenure. “Of course, Dr. Jackson, anything I can do to
help one of my students,” Danielle replied.

Amos read a hint of chagrin on her face contradicting her words.

“Good!  It’s vital that Reggie is successful and remains eligible
to play for our team.  He’s got a busy schedule and I appreciate
your willingness to assist him. I’ll have Coach White get with
you to set this up.”

Danielle mustered a phony smile that Amos recognized as
insincere.

“That’s fine, Dr. Jackson.  But I’m not very familiar with this
campus yet.  Where is there a distraction free location suitable
for Reggie’s accommodations?” Danielle asked.

“I’ll have Coach White take care of that for you,” Amos replied.
“He’ll let you know when and where to meet with Reggie.  I really
appreciate your desire to help him.”

Danielle turned to leave and Amos studied the outline of her
fine, little ass through the skirt she wore as she walked away.
His cock began to stir as he imagined her tight, white pussy
being spoiled by Reggie’s monstrous male organ. A good taste of
the athlete’s nigger cock would change her attitude, he thought
as he adjusted the bulge in his pants.  Amos then smiled
pondering how unsatisfied Dr. Roger’s would probably become with
her husband after getting used to Reggie.

Reggie’s busy school and training schedules dictated when
Danielle could tutor the athlete.  Coach White made arrangements
for her and Reggie to use a quiet study room in a remote, unused
part of the library that had been scheduled for renovation before
budget cuts postponed the work.

“Since when should sports take priority over studies at a
university?” Danielle irately questioned to herself as she walked
toward the old building in the cool autumn breeze.  The sun had
already sunk beneath the horizon and the western sky behind the
library still dimly glowed from the remnants of the day. Tutoring
Reggie on a Sunday evening seemed a bit unreasonable to her. 
However, Dr. Jackson had put the pressure on her and without
tenure she was in no position to refuse.  “What a waste of time,”
she thought.  She doubted Reggie would benefit much from her
efforts.  Out of all her students, he showed the least
intelligence and motivation.

The library seemed silent enough, especially on a Sunday evening
without the usual crowd of students.  A special room for Reggie
to study without distraction seemed ridiculous to Danielle. The
dumb football player needed to spend more time on his academics,
she thought making her way through the empty part of the building
to the room where Coach White told her to meet Reggie.

She approached the far wall that contained a row of open doors
leading into small, dark, empty rooms.  She went to the one that
light poured from.  Inside Reggie waited sitting at a plain,
wooden conference table.  Three identical wooden chairs
surrounded the square table.  Entering the room Danielle left the
door wide open.  She didn’t like the way Reggie stared at her in
class and there was no way she would close the door in this room
alone with him.

“Hi teach,” the 25-year old stud said with a grin.  His bright
teeth contrasted with his black complexion.  He wore loose
fitting, red and white, nylon, gym shorts and a grey, sleeveless
t-shirt.

“Where’s the draft of your term paper for us to work on?”
Danielle asked as she took a seat beside the burly student,
muscles bursting beneath his dark complexion.

Reggie bent down from his chair to search his disorganized
backpack.  Danielle waited several minutes until he finally
located the missing item.

“Here it is,” Reggie said dropping a messy stack of wrinkled
papers in front of him.

With a red pen, Danielle quickly went to work, correcting the
grammar, punctuation, and spelling in the paper, explaining the
revisions as she worked.

“Use ‘there’ when referring to a place and ‘their’ for
possession,” Danielle instructed, crossing out the error and
fixing it on Reggie’s paper.  The sparkles from her wedding band
and engagement ring momentarily caught Reggie’s interest.

Instead of paying attention to Danielle’s explanations, Reggie
studied how her perky, c-cup breasts filled her blouse, how her
light, brown hair flowed down to her shoulders, and how her
captivating, brown eyes darted from word to word on the page as
she read.  She had dressed conservatively in a black skirt that
extended past her knees – another unsuccessful attempt to temper
her attractiveness.  But, Reggie had an excessive appetite for
white pussy – especially if it had never been treated to black
cock before, which he surmised was Danielle’s case judging from
her smug attitude.

While Reggie worked with Danielle, Coach White entered the nearly
empty library, walked up to Jerome, the student assistant behind
the front desk (who happened to also be on the football team},
and asked, “Anyone else in here tonight?”

“Just Reggie Johnson and Dr. Rogers in Study Room 115 over in the
old wing,” Jerome answered.

“Take off early tonight, then.  Get caught up on your studies.
I’ll close up.”

“Thanks, Coach,” Jerome said, quickly gathering his books and
leaving.

Coach White locked the entrance behind Jerome.  Now only he,
Reggie, and Danielle remained.


Laughter from somewhere in the library came into their study
room.  It lasted for a few seconds and then stopped.  The
chuckles returned and ceased several more times, growing louder
each occurrence. Reggie stood up from his chair without saying a
word and closed the door.

“Please leave the door open,” Danielle asked.

“I can’t be concentrating with dat giggling,” Reggie replied.

Reggie observed unease in Danielle’s face.

Danielle stared up at the large Negro towering above her.  He
retook his seat, moving it closer beside her and she returned to
correcting his work.

When Danielle looked at Reggie again, he didn’t appear to be
paying much attention, leaning back in his chair with his legs
spread apart, rubbing his crotch while leering at her.  Her eyes
went back to the paper trying to ignore his obnoxious behavior.

“Oh, look at the time,” Danielle said pointing to her watch. “The
library is closing; we better go.”

Reggie stroked the huge bulge forming in his shorts without
interruption as Danielle nervously got up, gathered her things,
and went to the door.

She tried turning the knob but it would not budge.  It was either
jammed or locked.  She didn’t have a key.

Danielle didn’t realize that Coach White now stood on the other
side of the door listening to every sound they made.

“There’s something wrong with the door.  I can’t seem to get it
open,” Danielle said, turning back to Reggie.  He hadn’t left his
chair or stopped stroking himself.  He was like an angry bee
preparing its stinger.

The enormous protuberance in Reggie’s shorts had grown even
larger since she had turned around. Danielle didn’t believe a man
could possibly have such a large penis and concluded that Reggie
must have put something in his shorts as a sick joke.

“I don’t think what you’re doing is funny or appropriate!” she
said reaching in her purse.  She withdrew her cell phone and
began dialing.

Reggie got up, ripped the phone from Danielle’s hand, and smashed
it into pieces on the table.

Danielle’s mouth fell open in shock. She was scared and
speechless.

“We ain’t done studying yet,” Reggie said.  “I is gonna teach ya
a few things,” he growled grabbing hold of Danielle’s wrists and
pushing her petite frame against the door with his heavy,
muscular body.

Danielle felt Reggie’s hard cock poking into her tummy through
his shorts and her blouse and realized its tremendous length and
girth. “No! Get your hands off me or you’ll be in big trouble,”
Danielle shouted.

Reggie’s large hand reached up and easily fit around Danielle’s
throat. She began choking. “All I has to do is squeeze a little
more.  Now is ya gonna shut dat hoe mouth or do I needs to
permanently silence ya?” he asked.

Danielle’s face turned red, her eyes glazed and bulged.

His hand released her throat.  Danielle struggled to regain her
breath as Reggie pushed her on to the table.  A couple of
stubborn buttons popped off as Reggie ripped open her blouse.  He
easily yanked off her loose fitting skirt.

“Please … don’t … do this… to me,” Danielle hoarsely pleaded
between coughs.

“It’s time for dat fine, white, pussy of yers to taste some
nigger cock,” Reggie excitedly said as he gazed down at Danielle
lying on her back in pink, bikini panties made of silk and a
matching bra. Reggie jostled with Danielle removing her bra, and
had hardly taken time to appreciate the perfect mounds with their
pink, circular, areola summits before his hand slid down her
smooth, flat abdomen, over her cute little belly button, and into
the waistband of her briefs.  A seasoned sexual predator who had
spoiled reluctant, white pussy before, Reggie knew Danielle’s
resistance was increasing with each breath she regained – that
his window of opportunity would close quickly if he didn’t take
the necessary steps to keep it open.  There would be time to
completely appreciate her womanly charms later.  But now he
needed to access her femininity and gain control of the white
bitch.

Danielle’s hands grasped the waistband of her panties to prevent
their removal.  She was already regaining some of her fight.
Reggie pried a couple of her fingers open and bent them
backwards.

“Owe, stop it!” Daniel shrieked.

“Don’t makes me hurt you.  Let go yur panties or I’ll break yur
fingers, bitch,” Reggie replied as he put more pressure on her
digits.

Danielle’s fingers relinquished the delicate fabric to Reggie and
off it slid down her slender legs. But the part of Danielle that
Reggie wanted most, which up to this point he had only fantasized
about, remained inaccessible between her closed legs.  He needed
to open her up, expose her feminine core, and make her body
react.  His huge muscles pried her legs apart.  Her pussy was
more beautiful than Reggie had imagined – a clean Brazilian from
laser treatments received at the insistence of her husband with a
neatly trimmed wisp of brown pubic hair above, left her private
area smooth and stubble free, just the way Reggie liked white
pussy. By having almost all her pubic hair removed, Danielle had
inadvertently made her female anatomy much easier for Reggie to
observe, study, and manipulate.  Reggie wanted to stretch her
labia open to see the rest of Danielle’s genitals.  Getting girls
into this exposed position usually made them acquiesce since they
realized their inescapable predicament and vulnerability.  But
every time Reggie tried to proceed and let go of Danielle’s legs,
she closed them.

Reggie’s hand went up to Danielle’s pretty nipple and tightly
pinched and twisted the sensitive flesh between his fingers.

“Owe!” Danielle howled.

Reggie then delivered a solid punch into Danielle’s firm stomach,
knocking the wind from her.

“Now we can do this da easy way or da hard way.  It’s up to ya,
bitch. But this is going to happen one way or da other. Keep yur
fucking legs open or there’s gonna be more where dat come from,”
Reggie warned.

Danielle gasped for air as Reggie returned to her legs.  With
very little effort this time, he spread them wide and then with
his thumbs, carefully stretched the delicate pedals of Danielle’s
pussy apart, revealing her lovely pale pink flesh inside.  It was
like opening a delicious fruit.  She had yet to moisten for him.
But he saw her clit waiting to be caressed.  Holding Danielle
wide apart, Reggie’s long tongue delved into her open slit.



“Stop it,” Danielle cried as Reggie’s saliva provided initial
lubrication.  His tongue traveled between her slit and her clit.

Raising herself up onto her elbows, Danielle looked down her flat
tummy and watched Reggie with a contorted look on her face.

“Why are you doing this to me?  Stop doing that,” Danielle cried.

Reggie progressed from licking Danielle’s clitoris to gently
sucking it. Women liked different amounts of stimulation to this
sensitive part of their anatomy and he was going to discover
exactly what aroused Danielle most.  He took a short break from
her clit to dive his tongue back into her love tunnel. Her taste
had become sweeter – the familiar flavor of female response.  Her
feminine secretions began mixing with his saliva.  Reggie went
back to Danielle’s clitoris and sucked harder.

“Oh, no, don’t do that.  Not there.  Please, stop it. Oooh, no,
oooooh.”

Coach White went to a room adjacent the one Danielle and Reggie
were in.  His cock grew hard as he watched from a tiny hole in
the wall that provided an excellent view.  He heard Danielle’s
objections become slightly less emphatic.  The change in
Danielle’s cries could only mean that the black stud began
seducing the stuck-up, white bitch. “That a boy,” Leroy whispered
as he brought his iPhone up to the hole and started recording. It
would only take a few moments of weakness by Danielle combined
with some editing to provide future insurance. “Make that white
bitch cum for the camera,” he thought.

Danielle’s clit became slightly larger and her pussy wetter.  She
hadn’t had sex since her husband, Josh, went to Afghanistan four
months earlier.  She loved Josh very much and had always been
faithful to him.  Now thoughts of Josh entered Danielle’s mind as
her body responded to Reggie.  Danielle tried to suppress the
autonomous reactions.  She felt horrible that a disgusting black
man was doing this to her. But Reggie had her so fully exposed –
in a way that even Josh had never done – that a paralyzing fear
and sense of vulnerability now tempered her urge to physically
resist.  She whined the same words over like a child to Reggie,
“No, stop, please don’t.” But her appeals had no effect.

Reggie used variation as a tool to catch his victims off guard
and to determine what elicited the strongest sexual reflexes in
them.  He switched from performing oral sex on Danielle to
masturbating her.  His palm on Danielle’s mons, Reggie gently
worked her clitoris with his thumb, while closely studying the
expressions on her face and watching her pelvis for movement.
Reggie’s experience had taught him that women vastly differed in
the way they liked to be touched – some went into orbit when he
aggressively stoked their clits, while others hardly tolerated
direct contact on their sensitive nubs. He altered his technique
and like a detective, searched for clues Danielle tried
concealing.

Danielle’s strong spirit was unable to prevent Reggie from
corrupting her weak flesh.  Quickened breathing, an intense look
on her face as if concentrating on something important, a barely
perceptible thrust of her pelvis, gradually and unwillingly, she
divulged to him secrets not even her husband had discovered of
where and how she liked to be touched.

Reggie pulled back the hood of Danielle’s swollen clit and
delicately caressed her exposed glans.

Her head fell back, “Oooooh, oooooh, oooooooooh, nooooh, stop it
you sick bastard,” she moaned.

Reggie smiled.  She was losing this battle and didn’t even know
it.  Softly pushing on Danielle’s chest with his other hand,
Reggie said, “If ya lie back and relax dis will be over quicker.”

With her mouth hanging open, Danielle dumbly stared at Reggie and
hesitantly lowered herself from her elbows.

“Dat’s good, Dr. Rogers,” Reggie said.  “I’ll call ya Danielle
now dat we is such close friends,” he continued.

Danielle didn’t answer.

“Ya sure has a purtty pussy, Danielle,” Reggie said making final
adjustments in the way he was masturbating her, his thumb sliding
even faster over the slipper head of her swollen clit.

The sensation drove Danielle crazy.  Her pussy occupied more of
her thoughts and she had stopped thinking about Josh.


“Aaaaaah, Oooooooooh, nooooh, oooooooooh, aaaaaah, oooooooooooh,
she mewled.

Reggie watched her pelvis undulate to the motion of his thumb on
her clit.  Now that she relinquished most of her control to him,
he finally had time to fully appreciate her womanly charms he had
previously overlooked: her firm, supple tits capped with
youthfully pink areolas the perfect size and matching the color
inside her glistening pussy, smooth unblemished skin, a flat,
toned tummy, and long slender legs.  Her nipples became erect
while he masturbated her.

‘Is you gonna cum?” Reggie asked.

Danielle closed her eyes and shook her head, “Ooooooh, aaaaaaah,
naaaaah, oooooooooh, ooooooooooooooooooooh!” She arched her back
and bit her fist. In the middle of a small orgasm Reggie abruptly
stopped.  Mentally Danielle welcomed the reprieve; however, her
flesh had become sensitized to the stimulus and craved more.

Reggie’s strong hands gripped Danielle by her hips, flummoxing
the white beauty. He lifted her tight little butt slightly and
repositioned her at the edge of the table.  Her legs awkwardly
followed his guidance as he ushered them back and spread them
open again.

Danielle regained some of her resolve from the interlude. She
partially sat up and watched Reggie’s hand return to her mons.
“No more.  You’re going to be in big trouble.  My husband knows I
came here and will send the police to look for me when I don’t
come home,” she said.

A grin formed on Reggie’s face.  He didn’t say a word about
catching her lie.  Coach White had already told him her husband
was in Afghanistan, which meant that probably no one knew she was
here, he thought.

His thumb resumed titillating her clit.

“No!” she said with a restored adamancy trying to comport herself
as best as possible given her dismal situation.

Reggie brandished his fist in front of Danielle’s face and
threatened, “Is it gonna be da hard way?”

Danielle looked down and with disgust witnessed Reggie
masturbating her.

Reggie’s free hand nudged her to lay back.  She grudgingly
followed his lead.

“Dat’s better,” Reggie said encouragingly.  “Like I say befoe, ya
cooperate and lets me get to know ya better and I’ll finish
sooner.”  His thumb pushed against the left side of Danielle’s
clitoral shaft and pulled upward, retracting her hood and
exposing her glans again.

“Please don’t make me,” Danielle whimpered.

But Reggie culled her susceptible love spot.

“Ooh, noooooo.”

A few minutes adroitly stroking her exposed glans caused her
clitoris to engorge and double its original size.  Her pleasure
giving head and part of its shaft came into view and became
directly accessible outside its hood.  The increased sensations
rendered Danielle more compliant. Her pussy glistened with silky
secretions and resumed subtle coital motions, her nipples
annealed, pointing out from her chest, and her breathing
accelerated.

“Dat’s a good girl,” Reggie said condescendingly. “Ya is letting
me know ya better now.”

Reggie purposefully prolonged Danielle’s incarceration in her
own, unbidden, pussy centered world that he created, giving her
extra time to appreciate its pleasures.  Making Danielle cum
despite her resistance enthralled Reggie as much as his own
orgasm. Taming her from a haughty, white college professor to a
submissive, horny, black man’s slut exhilarated him.


With Danielle distracted in climax, Reggie stealthily removed his
shorts.

She habituated to the sensations from Reggie and approached
another orgasm when he stopped masturbating her again.  Danielle
stared at Reggie with a perplexed look on her face as he removed
his shirt.  Then she noticed he wasn’t wearing his shorts.
Danielle’s eyes fell upon the largest penis she had ever seen.
His black cock looked like it belonged on a horse.  The thick,
long shaft protruded from a matt of short, kinky pubic hair. His
pendulous ball sac resembled a coconut and contained testicles as
heavy as lead and filled with virile sperm. Danielle realized
what Reggie wanted to do with his penis.  Instinctively she
flipped herself over and attempted scurrying across the table. 
Reggie caught her by her ankle and pulled her back.

“No, get away from me.  I can’t have sex with you,” Danielle
yelled. “Help!” She realized then that the library had long
closed and no one could hear her.  They were alone, locked in a
small room that was locked in a big empty building, securely
trapped together for the evening.

“I guess you want it da hard way!” Reggie sneered spanking her
beautifully shaped ass until it turned bright red.

“Owe, ooooweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, stoooooooop!” Danielle
screeched.

Reggie paused between each slap, took a handful of her solid
buttocks, and then let go to deliver another blow.

Her behind felt hot when Reggie finally stopped smacking it.  She
wept as he positioned her on her back and at the edge of the
table again.

“Please, you’re too big for me,” Danielle cried.  The head of
Reggie’s mammoth cock pushed at her opening.

The fact of the matter was that up to this point, Danielle had
very little intimate experience with men.  A couple of boyfriends
before getting married who were small in size and then her
modestly endowed husband who she had not had sex with in over
four months.  She had never encountered a penis even remotely
close to the size of Reggie’s and her vagina had tightened from
inactivity due to Josh’s absence.

Danielle felt pressure build from Reggie’s freakishly large cock
seeking her entrance.  She realized he wasn’t wearing a condom
and she wasn’t on birth control since she had been trying to get
pregnant with Josh.

“Please, Reggie.  I’ll do anything you want and I won’t tell
anyone what has happened.  But I can’t have sex with you.  I’m
not on any birth control,” Danielle tried to reason.

She felt her labia giving way to the head of Reggie’s cock.

“No, please, I can’t!  I could get pregnant,” she begged.

While watching Danielle’s face Reggie gave an unexpected push. He
liked seeing the expressions on white bitches when entered the
first time by a Nigger.

Danielle’s mouth fell open and a guttural groan escaped.

The head of his cock was inside her.

The muscles in her stomach contracted and she gasped for air.

Danielle’s hands pushed Reggie’s rippled stomach trying to thwart
his progress.  But the squeaking table acknowledged the
commencement of his thrusts. He held Danielle’s hips firmly in
place while driving deeper into her.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she groaned in unison with the table’s
complaints. Danielle’s vaginal membranes snugly embraced Reggie’s
massive girth.  With each thrust his cock visited places further
inside her that no cock had been before, parting the wet walls of
her almost virgin pussy as it proceeded. The intrusion caused
Danielle to grimace.

Reggie had fucked virgins looser than Danielle and thought her
husband, like most white men, must have had a tiny cock.  “I
gonna ruin dat little white pussy of hers, so she won’t enjoy
fucking no small cock anymore,” Reggie mused.

The pain at hand vanquished Danielle’s thoughts about having
forced, unprotected sex outside of her marriage with a black man.
She could only wish the anguish away.

Coach White recorded Danielle’s initiation to Nigger cock, her
precious white cunt forced open by Reggie’s colossal rod pumping
in and out of it, her chant of grunts and groans in harmony with
creaks from the table.

Reggie delivered himself to Danielle masterfully. Her moans that
captivated Coach White outside their room subtly changed in tone,
indicating that her pussy had inured to Reggie’s cock; her pain
diminishing to mild discomfort.

Danielle’s grimace faded as Reggie’s cock became more tolerable.
Relieved that the pain subsided, she remembered she was sharing
body fluids with her rapist – he wasn’t wearing a condom and she
could feel what every inch of his long, thick, black cock
travelling inside her looked like. But in denial she failed to
conclude from his heavy balls nudging her ass that his entire
behemoth organ somehow fit in her.

Now fully inside her, Reggie released Danielle’s hips, his hands
roaming to other desirable parts of her anatomy.  His right hand
landed on her mons – again, his thumb resuming strategic fillips
to her clit.

“No, don’t,” Danielle said, trying to sit up.

She would have been shocked at the site of her stretched pussy
with Reggie’s cock buried in it, but Reggie’s other hand grabbed
hold of her tit and held her down.

“Oh no ya doesn’t!”  Reggie warned gently rolling her nipple
between his fingers.  “Unless ya wants it the hard way again,
stay down and don’t get up till I tell ya.”

Danielle paused a moment, then abandoned her effort to sit up.

Reggie pushed his thumb against the side of her clitoral shaft,
retracted her prepuce and uncovered her sensitive glans.  The
added stimulation seemed to pacify her.

She whipped to-and-fro atop the table like a branch in the wind
from Reggie’s thrusts. She had stopped crying and remained
silently on her back, her eyes wandering across the ceiling while
thinking of her husband and the possibility of an unwanted
pregnancy with Reggie.

Reggie’s enormously intimidating cock being put inside her, being
forcefully fucked by a black man had become fait accompli.
Danielle didn’t recognize the change in her own emotions or
understand their cause: her body had betrayed its secrets and
Reggie had learned how to turn on her love switch. She started to
relax, hardly noticing her mild discomfort vanish. But a
different tension began building deep within her, little by
little crowding out her other worries as well.  If Reggie had
studied his class work as intently as the reactions of female
anatomy, he’d be a Rhodes Scholar.

“Ooh,” Danielle gasped.  He kept fondling her sweet spot. “Noooh,
oooooh, don’t,” she lilted.

“If ya has a big orgasm for me, I’ll stop,” Reggie replied.

“Nooooh, don’t make me cum again,” Danielle said.

“Those were just little ones befoe,” Reggie answered.  “I wants
ya to has big ones and I guess we be here a while until ya do.”

He looked into her face; she looked back and winced.

Reggie watched the muscles in her belly contract. Danielle
betrayed herself, surrendered, and completely succumbed to
Reggie.  Her pussy began fucking him back.  Her hands slid away
from his hard stomach and gently held his hips. Her mouth fell
open and a dreamy stare filled her eyes.

“Ah, aaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaah,” she cooed like an animal in heat.

Reggie felt her pussy begin rhythmical contractions around his
cock as if attempting to milk sperm from him.

“Dat’s better,” Reggie said.

He pulled out of Danielle and slid her toward the center of the
table.

She gazed at his humongous cock glistening with her silky
secretions as he climbed onto the table to join her, and dazedly
watched him sink it back into her.

“Oooh,” she exclaimed to the return of his pleasure giving organ.

“Do ya like da way my Nigger cock feels in ya?” Reggie asked.

“Oooh, aaaah, aaaah,” Danielle deliriously answered, locking her
legs around his ass and embracing him in her arms.

Reggie French kissed Danielle.

She was cumming hard for him, her pussy in convulsions, her
nipples poking into his chest, when he broke their kiss and
announced, “I is gonna cum.”

“No, don’t cum in my pussy.  Take it out,” Danielle whimpered.

He placed his mouth back over hers and their tongues again
intertwined.

She felt his cock swell even larger.

“Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm, mmmm,” Danielle attempted to speak but was
locked in their kiss and gave up.

Reggie’s cock drowned Danielle’s precious, white pussy in a warm
deluge of very potent Nigger jism.

Danielle’s vulnerable pussy maintained involuntary contractions
around Reggie’s shaft – brought on by her own orgasm – as if it
had a mind of its own and wanted to receive every drop of his
baby-making cum.

Her husband’s ejaculation was like a ripple in a pond compared to
Reggie, an ocean wave crashing on her shore.  Reggie’s huge
testicles produced seas of the vigorous, white stuff.

He pulled out of her and swirled his glans on her swollen clit a
few times.

Danielle watched the residual globs of rich, white cream ooze
from the brown head of his cock onto her very excited clit.

It took moments for Danielle to regain her senses.

In a chair watching the overabundance of his semen trill from
Danielle’s sullied cunt, Reggie thought about how much he loved
fucking white pussies, like hers, ruining them for their
husbands, and how nice it would be to watch her belly swell with
his Nigger baby.  He hoped he knocked her up.

She closed her legs, sat up with her pussy full of Nigger cum,
and scanned the room for her scattered clothes.

Reggie watched Danielle slide off the table to fetch her panties,
admiring her shapely, white ass. He felt his cock stir again.

“Perhaps one more go wid her while I has da opportunity,” he
thought.

“Don’t ya get dressed yet,” Reggie said.

Danielle had a baffled look.  What more could the athlete
possibly want from her?

“I want to put my clothes on,” Danielle said.

“But we ain’t done yet,” Reggie replied.  “I wants ya to suck my
cock clean.”

Danielle didn’t know what to do.  She had never performed oral
sex before.  She knew if she resisted, he would force her to do
it anyway.  With his hands on her shoulders, Reggie pushed
Danielle to her knees.  She stared at the big, black penis
hanging in front of her face.  Even flaccid it was huge and
Danielle couldn’t believe it had been inside her.  But the
disgusting slime – his and her cum – coating it as well as
filling her pussy reaffirmed where his cock had been.  Putting
Reggie’s filthy appendage in her mouth revolted Danielle.

“Put it in yer mouth,” Reggie said.

Danielle dropped her panties and her tiny hands guided the heavy
phallus to her lips.

Reggie grabbed the hair on the back of Danielle’s head and
snarled, “Open.”

Danielle parted her lips.

Reggie pushed her face down and the head of his cock slid into
her mouth.

“Suck it.  I best not feel dose purtty white teeth of yers either
if ya wants to keep ‘em,” Reggie said.

Danielle soon grew used to the taste of cum and with Reggie’s
guidance, learned how to give head.  She drew on the glans of the
oozy male organ, ran her tongue up and down its mighty shaft
while gently rolling its weighty testicles in her fingers.

It began to enlarge.

Danielle wanted to stop before Reggie became too excited, but he
firmly held her head in place while warning her not to quit.

“Looks at how hard yer making me again,” Reggie taunted.  “Ya
must wants me to fuck ya some more.”

Danielle suddenly felt sharp pain.  Reggie pulled her by the hair
off her knees.  His cock plopped out of her mouth.

“Owe, stop it! What are you doing?” Danielle asked in
bewilderment as Reggie led her by her hair back on top of the now
familiar table.

“It’s time for ya to gets more lovin,” Reggie replied,
positioning himself behind her on top of the table.  He released
Danielle’s hair and raised her left knee.

“No, please, we already had sex,” Danielle whimpered as Reggie
entered her from behind.

His cock swiftly returned to its previously secured position deep
in Danielle’s silky cunt.   Her pussy felt like heaven, snug and
smooth like it was made just for him. He reached around and began
playing with her clit.

“Please, Reggie, not again.  I can’t, Ooooh…”

The night wore on.  Coach White captured Danielle’s inadvertent
moments in ecstasy interspersed between her many complaints to
stop. With a little editing, this would make Danielle’s rape
appear consensual and keep the white bitch in line and available
to Reggie should the stud want more of her.

Coach White had walked several yards toward the library’s exit
when he shook his head and snickered as several grunts of female
passion managed to reach his ears. “Oooooh, don’t make me cum
again,” he heard Danielle chirp. “Reggie ain’t gonna be worth
shit at practice tomorrow,” he said to himself as he left the
library.

Around 4:00 am Danielle heard the sound of a key and lock.  She
rolled over.  Reggie had dressed and was opening the door.  She
sat up and looked down at a puddle of sperm that formed beneath
her cunt on the table.  She had lost count of how many times he
had cum in her.

“Where did you get that key?” she asked.

“I had it in my backpack,” Reggie replied with a smile.

Danielle hopped off the table and began collecting her clothing
dispersed throughout the room.

Reggie saw a wet spot rapidly appear in her panties after she put
them back on – his jism leaking from her well fucked and now
spoiled, pussy.  Was she aware that her precious little cunt had
been indulged, permanently tainted by Nigger cock? Reggie
wondered.  She would find out the next time she fucked her
husband.  He watched Danielle put on her bra, hiding her luscious
tits. A few missing buttons on her blouse prevented her from
closing it completely and he could still see the shiny silk of
her pink bra inflated by her beautiful tits.

She found her skirt beneath the table and finished dressing.
Danielle silently gathered her things, and the two left the
library without speaking.

Reggie followed Danielle to her car.

“Thanks fo yer help tonight,” Reggie said with a smirk.

Danielle didn’t answer as she shut her door.  She started her car
and drove away.

On her way home, Danielle considered reporting her rape to the
police.  But such an accusation would likely become news that
would not only reach her husband, but might jeopardize her tenure
with the school.  The embarrassing, sordid details of what Reggie
made her do would come to light.  She didn’t want to think about
it.  Exhausted, she decided to get some sleep.

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

Reggie kept rubbing his crotch, distracting Danielle from her
lecture.  It had been two days since he fucked her and he wanted
to sink his cock back into her juicy, white pussy again.

Danielle tried not to glance at the huge bulge forming in
Reggie’s shorts.  She had difficulty delivering the lesson she
prepared and dismissed class early.

Reggie stayed behind after the other students left.

Danielle ignored him at first, nervously packing her notes in her
briefcase.

“I wants ya to tutor me again,” Reggie said.

“Don’t talk to me, you pig.  Just get away.  I’m not tutoring you
ever again,” Danielle answered.


Reggie pulled his iPhone from his pocket and played back the
recording Coach White had edited.

“Nooooh, don’t make me cum again,” Danielle heard herself say.
“Ah, aaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaah.”

Danielle’s mouth hung open as she watched a few seconds of the
devastating video, in it her legs wrapped around Reggie’s ass in
the throes of passion.

“Do ya like da way my Nigger cock feels in ya?” Reggie asked in
the video.

“Oooh, aaaah, aaaah,” she heard herself respond.

Reggie stopped the playback.  “Da college has rules abouts
faculty having sex with da students, don’t it?” Reggie asked.
“I’d hate to see what might happen to yer career if da wrong
people see dis.”

Danielle put her face down hiding her watery eyes in her hand.
“What do you want from me?” she asked.

“I tolds ya, I just wants ya to help me study.  Go home and put
on some sexy clothes. I be at yer crib shortly.”

Danielle looked up with an incredulous expression on her face and
didn’t know what to say.  She was in shock and could not think
straight.  That video would destroy her marriage and her career.
Worse than not receiving tenure, such an allegation would prevent
her from ever teaching again.

“But I’m married and my husband might come home early,” Danielle
answered, hoping her lie about her husband returning might be
enough to dissuade Reggie.

The haughty, white bitch was still playing the husband card and
trying to be hard to get, Reggie thought. “If I gets us a hotel
room, I is gonna gets my money’s worth,” Reggie warned.  Ya will
has to come up with a good story to tells yer husband why ya was
gone all night.”

After waiting a minute for Danielle’s reply, Reggie continued, “I
won’t stay long.  What’s yer address?”

Practically whispering, Danielle answered, “231 Sycamore Street.”

“Ya better hurry home if ya doesn’t wants yer husband to find out
about us.  I be dare in 15 minutes.”

Danielle drove straight home with her mind reeling.  When she
arrived she remembered Reggie’s instructions and picked out the
purple silk thong and bra she had purchased from Victoria’s
Secret to wear for her husband. But now she would wear it for her
loathsome, black rapist instead.  Along with the lingerie,
Danielle retrieved a white miniskirt that barely covered her ass
and a pink midriff halter top.  She only donned these privately
for Josh.

Danielle felt disgusted, like a cheap slut as she finished
showering and began dressing for Reggie. How could this be
happening to her?  She didn’t have much time to dwell on her
situation.  The doorbell rang when she finished getting dressed.

Nerves caused a dull ache in Danielle’s stomach.  She opened the
door and the big, black, muscular Reggie entered her house.

“Ya look hot,” Reggie said, leering at Danielle like a hungry
wolf.  She hardly got the door closed before Reggie’s hands were
all over her.

Danielle squirmed wrapped in Reggie’s arms, his one hand up her
skirt trying to finger her pussy, the other beneath her midriff
fondling her breast through her silk bra. With her legs tightly
closed, both Danielle’s hands clutched Reggie’s wrist and tried
pulling his hand out of her miniskirt.  “Stop it, Reggie.  I
don’t want to do this.  I love my husband,” Danielle whined.

“Do ya think he will believe ya love him if he sees dat video?”
Reggie asked. “Now stops fightin and lets me feel yer pussy.”

Danielle let go of Reggie’s hand.  She hated herself for getting
in this predicament.

“Open yer legs a little for me, Baby,” Reggie said.

Danielle parted her legs slightly, and felt him slide his finger
up and down her slit through the narrow fabric of her thong.

“Dis ain’t so bad, now is it?” Reggie soothingly asked, inhaling
the sweet scent of her recently washed hair and feeling her pussy
moisten.

“Yes, it is,” Danielle cried.  “I’m married and you’re making me
do this.”

Reggie’s hard, mammoth cock pushed into her back through his gym
shorts as he molested her, making Danielle realize that she
should have stopped at the pharmacy on her way home to purchase
condoms.  How could she be so stupid?  Perhaps Reggie had some.
She would ask if she was unable to avoid intercourse with him.

“I promise no one will know if ya cooperate,” Reggie said,
noticing her bedroom at the end of the hall and guiding her
there.

Danielle helplessly watched Reggie remove her miniskirt and
midriff, feeling like she was outside her body and this was
happening to another person instead of herself.  He had her
undressed in moments.

“We can’t, Reggie.  Josh will be home any minute,” Danielle
claimed as Reggie pulled off his shirt and gym shorts.  Her eyes
wandered from his huge pecs, down his rippled abdomen, and
fixated on the behemoth cock that had been inside her a few
nights ago.

“I is not leaving til ya cum for me,” Reggie said maneuvering
Danielle into her marital bed and spreading her legs apart.

“Can you wear a condom for me?” Danielle asked.

“Sorry, Baby, I never use ‘em.  Besides, I wants us intimate and
all, feelin’ and sharing each other completely,” Reggie replied
with a sickening smile while wielding his humongous cock.  It
looked like a giant, black serpent in his hand as he fed it into
her luscious pink entrance.

“Oh……………… no,” Danielle groaned from the familiar sensation of
Reggie’s unprotected cock slithering deep inside her again. She
didn’t want intimacy with this heinous black man, a rapist.  But
again she was forced to experience every millimeter of his long,
thick cock sliding against her wet vaginal walls. His cock and
her pussy reciprocated magical sensations reserved for lovers,
for husband and wife. Most disturbing of all, it felt better with
Reggie than with Josh.

“Gonna keep spoilin’ her pussy with my big Nigger meat ‘til she
don’t like small honky cocks no more,” Reggie thought.

Her body’s involuntary arousal from Reggie’s virile organ
travelling in and out of her had caused her present predicament
in the first place.  Danielle hated him and herself.

Reggie sensed Danielle’s seething hatred. “Da sooner ya cums fur
me, da sooner I’ll finish,” he said. “It be over quickly if ya
relax and let go.”

“Will you take your cock out of me before you cum?” Danielle
asked in humiliation.

“If ya cums fur me first, I will,” Reggie said. “But ya better
not try fakin’ it.  I can tells when ya is really cumming.”

Danielle closed her eyes and tried to forget about her husband,
her rape, and Reggie’s unsheathed penis with its heavy testicles
sharing its Negro precum with her unprotected pussy.  Reggie took
turns suckling each of her nipples to erection.

“Does dat feels good, Baby?” Reggie asked.

“Mmmmmmm,” Danielle responded, arching her back slightly.

“Ya has a beautiful pussy and tits,” Reggie said.  He wanted to
make her tight cunt birth a big, black baby and her tits nurse
it.

Her hands released the sheets and slid across Reggie’s back.

“Ooh, ooh, ooooh,” Danielle began moaning.

“Dat’s it girl, keep cumming.  Ya needs to cum more and harder
than dat fur me,” Reggie encouraged.  “Ya better hurry befoe I
cum first in ya.”

“Ooooh, okay,” Danielle said, locking her legs around Reggie’s
ass and fucking him back.

“Ooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, yes, I’m cumming for you Reggie,”
Danielle said. Her pussy throbbed around Reggie’s cock, but he
had no intention of withdrawing like he had promised.  He drilled
into Danielle more aggressively, receiving perverse satisfaction
making a white man’s wife cum.  He wished her husband could see
her climaxing like this for a Nigger.  Perhaps he would put a
black baby in Danielle’s belly for the dumb honky, Reggie mused.

“Yer pussy feels good, Baby.  Do ya like having Nigger cock in
it?” Reggie asked.

“Aaaaah, aaaaaah, ooooooooh, uh-huh, oooooooh,” Danielle
responded.

“Tells me ya love having my Nigger cock in yer pussy or I won’t
take it out,” Reggie warned.

Danielle was cumming.  Reggie’s cock felt so good but she didn’t
want to say that.  The enhanced friction of his superior size
produced intense pleasure for Danielle.  Their genitals pulled
away from each other until only the head of his cock remained
inside her, and then returned to each other with perfect
synchronization.

Danielle mustered enough willpower to say it.  She started,
“Ooooooh, oooooooh, I… love having… oooh, your… Nigger cock………”
But before Danielle could finish the required sentence for Reggie
to withdraw, Reggie filled her mouth with his tongue.

“mmmm, mmmm, mmm-mmm,” Danielle unsuccessfully attempted to
complete her statement.

Danielle’s orgasm subsided and she tried avoiding his seed.  Her
legs released Reggie and this time when their organs moved away
from each other and only the head of his cock remained in her,
she arched her back and attempted to dismount him.  But Danielle
underestimated Reggie’s length and before completely decoupling
from him, he recognized her intentions and returned his cock to
securer depths.

Danielle’s little ploy reminded Reggie to pay closer attention to
her body language and adjust the length of his strokes
accordingly.  He waited for signs from Danielle: her legs
fastening to him, her pussy resuming strong, coital motions, her
arms tightening their embrace around him, a higher pitch and
faster tempo in her moans.  These signaled to Reggie waves of
powerful orgasms in Danielle when she postponed efforts to break
their union and longer strokes that treated her to lengthier
exits and entrances and felt more erotic became safer.  He easily
interpreted when her climaxes began and ended, making sure to
remain deeper inside her when they subsided.

Her nipples turned hard like pebbles against Reggie’s chest.
“Oooh, I love your… ooooh, Nigger cock… in my pussy,” Danielle
said in defeat.

“Too late,” Reggie said.  With Reggie’s complete victory, the
terms of Danielle’s surrender became unconditional.

“Oooh, ooooh, I love… your Nigger cock in, ooooooh, my pussy,”
Danielle repeated like a person repeatedly trying to open a lock
with the wrong key.

“Please, I love, ooooh, your cock,” Danielle whimpered.  Her
female instincts told her he would orgasm soon.  But she was
cumming too and the only thing that mattered was her pussy.

She felt Reggie’s already gigantic cock become larger and a warm,
soothing flood of his cum flow into her.

“Oh, you’re cumming in me again,” she said without relinquishing
her hold on him.  Her own intense orgasm caused powerful vaginal
contractions she could not control; her pussy autonomously
encouraged Reggie’s cock to give it every drop of its potent
Nigger jism, which it provided in over abundance.  Reggie slid
his tongue into Danielle’s mouth and French kissed her as their
motions into each other slowed.

He pulled his beefy cock out of Danielle and rubbed her clit with
it to keep her aroused longer.  Like other women, she became
putty when sexually excited and Reggie liked keeping white
bitches docile as long as possible.  Danielle laid beneath Reggie
biting her fist with her eyes closed and her legs spread wide. He
watched her toned abdominal muscles contract, her belly button
dance, her hips squirm, her labia and clitoris remain engorged
from the stimulation.  Some of his precious baby making sperm
trickled from her cunt, formed a spot on the sheet, and saturated
into the mattress.

Danielle didn’t grasp the psychology behind Reggie’s unprotected
sex with her.  Besides wanting to knock her up with a black baby,
each torrent of his cum in her pussy inoculated her slightly more
toward accepting him.  Nothing was more intimate.  Repeated
forced intimacy made women complacent.

“Okay, Reggie,” Danielle said, beginning to regain composure.

“You remember how I taught you to give head?” Reggie asked.

He had said he wouldn’t stay long, Danielle thought.  She nodded
her head.

Reggie laid back.  Lying across his hard stomach Danielle began
sucking his cock.

“That’s a good girl.  Clean all the cum off it,” he said.

Danielle remembered how he got hard again the last time she
performed oral sex on Reggie and then he fucked her all night.
She didn’t want that to happen this time also.  But what could
she do?  His cock started to get larger.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmm,” Danielle moaned with
her lips stretched around the head of Reggie’s cock, one hand
pumping his shaft – her petite fingers barely fitting around its
girth – while her other gently rolled his big, heavy balls.

“Get on top and put my cock in yer pussy,” Reggie said.

“Let me finish you this way,” Danielle replied.  “You’ve got to
leave soon; Josh will be home.”

She put his cock back in her mouth and resumed sucking.

Reggie pulled her by the hair.

His black cock flopped from her mouth.  “Owe, stop it,” Danielle
complained.

He led her by the hair to a straddling position on him and then
mercifully let go.

“Don’t makes me repeat myself.  Now put it in ya,” Reggie
growled.

“You said you would leave before Josh came home,” Danielle
whined, holding his massive phallus in her hands and lifting
herself up to mount his monument of masculinity.

“Oh,” she exclaimed slowly lowering herself on it.

“Don’t worry.  I be gone befoe he gets home,” Reggie said.  He
pulled Danielle into his chest, grabbed her muscular buttocks and
spread open her ass cheeks.

“Move yer cunt,” he said guiding her motion with his hands on her
ass.  Awkwardly at first, Danielle gradually developed a rhythm
gliding her pussy up and down Reggie’s slick shaft with perfect
cadence like a well lubricated machine.

“Oooooh, oooooooh, aaah,” Danielle cooed.

“Dat’s it, Baby, like dat,” Reggie said and then kissed her.  He
looked over at her dresser and saw a picture of her husband in
his military uniform.  On the wall hung a Catholic crucifix
hinting abortion would be unlikely if Reggie made her pregnant.

Danielle woke up the next day in Reggie’s arms.  Even though he
promised to make his visit a short one, he spent the night
fucking her.

Danielle underestimated Reggie’s insatiable appetite for fine,
white pussy and mistakenly believed he would lose interest in her
after he got what he wanted.  But when he came over the next
night, and then the night after that, Danielle decided to buy
condoms for him to use with her.

“Can you wear this for me?” Danielle asked handing Reggie a
rubber when they prepared to have sex.

Reggie responded, “I tolds ya befoe I NEVER use dose things.  Ya
needs to get used to me in ya bareback, because dat’s the way
it’s gonna be and ye’re gonna learn to like it.  Ye’re gonna
feels me and I is gonna feesl ya, not some damn piece of rubber,”
He then plunged his cock into her wet slit.

Initially, Danielle experienced great anxiety and resisted having
sex – especially without barrier protection.  But after a couple
of weeks, frequent, unprotected intercourse with Reggie soon made
it familiar.  She grew accustomed to feeling Reggie and receiving
his cum in her pussy and her unease and opposition diminished to
complacency.  Danielle became Reggie’s personal fuck doll and
remained ignorant to the integral part she played in keeping him
at the college another season.

As his fuck doll, Reggie went through Danielle’s wardrobe and
discarded most of her old lingerie.  He insisted that she wear
thongs and sexy clothing for him. Previously, she had only worn
such items privately for her husband.  Thongs and miniskirts made
her feel exposed, embarrassed, and slutty.  Uncomfortable and out
of character at first, gradually Danielle inured to the new
wardrobe Reggie forced her to wear when with him.

Two months passed when Josh called with news he would be home for
a week of leave in a few days.  Ecstatic, her husband’s return
meant finally a break from Reggie.

“Josh will be home on leave, so you better not try coming over,”
Danielle told Reggie with delight after class.

“What ya mean he’s coming home on leave?” Reggie irately asked.

“That’s right, he’s coming home.  So you’re done spending the
night.  I suggest you find someone else to put your pecker in.”

Danielle gathered her lessons and left Reggie to smolder.

Later after football practice Coach White verified Danielle’s
claim.

“Yea, that’s what I heard too,” Coach White told the athlete.

“Damn! Ya said he’d be in Afghanistan for at least 11 months and
I could keep tapping her ass.  What da hell did I sign up for
another year at dis shitty school foe?” Reggie gripped. “There
ain’t no cute white pussy to bang here.”

Coach White raised his open hand in an apologetic gesture and
said, “Don’t get all bent out shape.  He’s only home for a week
according to Dr. Jackson.  She’s taking vacation to be with him.
A week isn’t long and then you can go right back fucking her
every night again, stud.   We still got that video, right?”

Reggie nodded.

She ain’t gonna risk having that go public and losing everything.
Just be patient and wait till her honky husband leaves.”

“Wow, you look great,” Josh said as his eyes drank in Danielle’s
beauty in lingerie Reggie had made her purchase.  Josh made love
to his wife ignorant that a far more endowed black man had been
regularly force-feeding her pussy king-sized chocolate cock.
Danielle’s cunt had acquired a taste for it that she could not
rid herself of.  Like a child with sweets losing appetite for
healthier food, her pussy had grown spoiled and no longer
responded to Josh’s smaller penis.

“Oh, you’re making me cum.  I love you, Josh,” she said.  But
Danielle thought of Reggie and faked her orgasms for Josh, while
left with an unfulfilled primitive craving she didn’t understand.
 Orgasms were never a big deal to her before.  Why did she ache
to have them now?  Penis size was never an issue either.  Why did
she long to be completely filled? Allowing Reggie to fuck her
like a rabbit had greater consequences than just the guilt. She
loved Josh but he was not satisfying her sexually anymore.

Danille wanted to cry to Josh, beg his forgiveness, implore him
to stay and prevent Reggie from taking her further away from him.
 But how could she tell Josh that while he fought to defend his
country, another man – a black man – with a penis far surpassing
his in size, occupied her in bed?  She stayed positive, even
though the guilt of what she did weighted heavily on her
conscience.

“I wish you could stay longer,” Danielle said to Josh while in
his arms the night before he left.

“Me too, darling; it’s looking more likely that they will extend
my tour though,” he replied.

Danielle did not want Josh to go.  With him home, for the first
time in two months, it had been longer than three days since she
had been coerced into having sex with Reggie.  The week went by
far too fast.  Fortunately Josh didn’t leave until after her
fertile period began.

Absence had made Reggie’s cock grow harder. He abstained for the
entire week – the longest he had gone without sex since puberty –
waiting for the day when Josh left his wife vulnerable again. His
balls ached for relief. Reggie planned to fuck the shit out of
Danielle.  She was his white bitch and that honky husband of hers
had been dicking her instead.

Danielle returned to the school from her vacation.

After dismissal, Reggie waited until the other students filtered
from the room. “I is coming over tonight,” he said to her.

“My husband is still home,” Danielle replied.

“I is coming anyway.  Ya better be there and dressed nice and
sexy or dat video is gettin’ posted on YouTube.”

Reggie arrived at her house that evening.

“No Reggie, I can’t.  You might get me pregnant,” Danielle said
as he forced her to participate in heavy petting.  She had sex
with Josh when she thought she became fertile.  However, this was
still within her window of getting pregnant.  Sitting on the
living room sofa, she squirmed in Reggie’s lap.

“No I won’t, Baby. Let me play with dat pussy some.”

“Stop it,” Danielle complained as Reggie pulled the narrow
material of her thong to the side and stroked her engorged clit
with his thumb.

“Ya is all wet, Baby.  Ya knows ya wants it,” Reggie said.

Extra wet and slippery due to ovulating, Danielle’s libido also
increased as conditions inside her womb became more hospitable.

“Please, Reggie, not tonight.  I can’t.  I don’t want to risk
it.”

“Shush, I isn’t gonna do nothing,” Reggie said.  “I is just gonna
plays with it a little while.” His thumb expertly pushed the side
of Danielle’s clitoral shaft, retracting its hood.  He delicately
stroked her exposed glans.  She was particularly susceptible to
this.

“Oh, Reggie, what are you doing?” Danielle exclaimed, her head
falling back on his shoulder.

His hand reached up under her miniskirt to the waistband of the
skimpy, purple undergarment and pulled it down her legs past her
knees. His other hand reached under her midriff t-shirt,
unfastened her bra, then slithered to her breasts and tweaked her
nipples.  Reggie nudged Danielle’s legs open with her thong held
tautly around her ankles and resumed masturbating her.

“Now don’t dat feel good?” he asked condescendingly.

It felt too good.

“Stop it, Reggie.”

He opened her miniskirt.

Reggie had trained her well.  Danielle verbally protested but did
little physically to stop him other than wiggle in his lap.  She
felt his monster cock grow larger each time she moved.

“I can’t...”

“Relax, Baby. I isn’t gonna do nothing,” Reggie answered while
masturbating her more.

Danielle closed her eyes.  Her head fell back, her mouth hung
open, “Ah, ah, aah, aaaah,” she moaned between pants.

“Dat’s better.  Is ya gonna cum for me like a good girl now?”

She hated him manipulating her body like this for his pleasure,
inducing her involuntary sexual reactions and then erroneously
inferring her willing participation in her own defilement.
Danielle wished for some way to end her relationship with Reggie,
but he held that incriminating video over her and instead their
physical intimacy escalated.

“Ah… I’ll be good. Ahhh, aaaah… I’ll be good, I’ll be good,”
Danielle murmured. She tried squirming off his lap, but he held
tightly across her chest.

Danielle looked pensive.  Her nipples puckered and felt like they
lapidified and her wet pussy convulsed. “Ye’re being very good
now.  It ain’t so bad cumming for me is it?  Ye’re beautiful when
ya cum,” Reggie patronizingly said.

“Oh, oooh, oooooh.”

Reggie lifted her off his lap briefly to slide off his shorts.
Before Danielle knew what was happening, she was back in his lap
with his cock against her pussy, but not inside it yet.

“Please, Reggie.  You said you were not going to make me have sex
with you.”

“I’ll take it right out,” Reggie said, flopping his penis against
her clit.

Danielle wanted to close her legs and get away.  But she had
learned not to physically resist him.

“Can you use a condom just this time?” Danielle entreated.

“Ya knows my rule about rubbers,” Reggie said lifting her legs
back towards her chest.

He put himself in her.  The lubricated walls of Danielle’s pussy
clasped his cock as it parted them on its way further inside her.

“Nooh, don’t Reggie.”

Her pussy felt extra slick.  This would be their best fuck yet.
He resumed fondling her clit.

“Oh, yea, girl – you feelin’ it good, ain’t ya?” Reggie said.
“Bet dat pussy of yer’s missed gettin’ this Nigger cock in it.”

“Please, I don’t want a black baby,” Danielle beseeched.

“I’ll takes it out before I cum.  But I is gonna stay in ya a
little while first.  I been wanting yer pussy all week.”

Reggie’s thrusts started.  The addictive fullness she missed with
Josh returned.

“Take it out.”

“In a little while, baby.”

“Oh, don’t… no.”

Reggie pulled her back against his chest while slowly sawing his
cock in and out of Danielle.

“My big, Nigger cock feels good in ya, don’t it?”

“I don’t want it.”

“Ya may say ‘no’, but yer pussy says yes.  I is listen’ to yer
wet pussy, girl.”

“Please, don’t cum in me this time, Reggie.”

“I’ll take it out after ya has a big orgasm fur me.”

Reggie liked humiliating Danielle by making her cum.  Sometimes
he kept his word and pulled out before ejaculating, for her to
swallow his semen instead.  Usually, however, his promises proved
empty and he came in her pussy anyway.

“Promise you’ll take it out of me this time,” Danielle said.

“I promise.”

Body and mind conflicted with each other. Consciously, Danielle
hated cumming for Reggie, yet it became more difficult to avoid
as she grew more comfortable being his partner physically. Reggie
had fucked her almost daily and often multiple times, so the idea
of sleeping with a Nigger from the hood no longer seemed alien to
Danielle.  Subconsciously, she had accepted him as her mate.

She began fucking him back.

“Oh, yea, move dat pussy.  Ya feels so tight, girl,” Reggie said.

Danielle closed her eyes and allowed her pelvis to move the way
it instinctively wanted – up and down while gyrating.

“Dat’s it girl, fuck dat big Nigger cock,” Reggie said.

Not long ago, such an act repulsed Danielle, but now fucking a
big Nigger cock had become a habit for her.

“Oh, I’m going to cum for you, Reggie.”

Danielle’s pussy started clenching Reggie’s cock.

Her pussy grew fond of Nigger cock just like all white girls did
once they got enough taste of it, Reggie thought.  It was time to
release his load in her.

“I is gonna cum, baby,” Reggie announced.

Danielle attempted to dismount, but Reggie’s cock was deep and
his hands prevented her from rising to get it out.

“Let me get off,” Danielle murmured.

His hands held firmly to her chest and mons.

“Don’t cum in me.”

But with a mind of its own her pussy sank further on him again
and in frustration, Danielle continued her coital movements.

His cock released a flood of Nigger jism in her pussy.

But Reggie wasn’t finished.  It had been an entire week away from
Danielle, and he had a lot of catching up to do that evening.

It was the worst possible time for Danielle to have unprotected
sex.  Inside her Reggie’s vigorous sperm outnumbered and out swam
Josh’s, in a contest to fertilize her precious egg and determine
the race of her baby.

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

Reggie awoke one morning hearing heaves in the bathroom. Two
weeks passed since Josh returned to Afghanistan and Reggie had
practically moved in with Danielle spending almost every night
fucking her.

“What da matter. Doesn’t ya feel good?”  Reggie asked Danielle
with a smile as she came back into bed.

“I felt a little nauseous.”

Danielle’s period had not arrived yet.

“I has something that will makes ya feel better,” Reggie said
pulling down the sheet and revealing his morning erection for
Danielle to service.

Without hesitation, Danielle straddled the athlete and guided his
hefty, black phallus into her wet cunt.

“Ya like riding dat Nigger cock, doesn’t you girl?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, oooh, yes, Reggie.  I love your big black cock
in my pussy,” Danielle replied, hugging the burly athlete as her
pussy glided up and down his slick shaft.

Sometime after Josh left and frequent extorted intercourse with
Reggie resumed, her libido adapted to her hypersexual partner’s
demands and her remaining reluctance to have sex with Reggie
vanished.  The constant physical intimacy gradually transformed
into an emotional connection.  Despite her best intentions
initially, Danielle began bonding with her former rapist and to a
degree, looked forward to their encounters.

The evolution of Danielle’s attachment to Reggie coincided with
the development of an embryo inside her.  Danielle didn’t realize
it yet, but she was pregnant.

She didn’t have her period for over a month.  Every morning she
woke up nauseous and threw up.  A home pregnancy test confirmed
what she suspected and Danielle went to the doctor.

“Congratulations, you’re having a baby,” Doctor Schwartz said.

Danielle didn’t know what to do.  She did not want a black baby.
But she did not know if it was Josh’s or Reggie’s.  She could not
take the risk of getting an abortion and murdering the baby she
and Josh had been trying to make together.

Danielle apprehensively watched her tight, slim figure transform
a little more each day.  Her innie belly-button popped out and it
looked like she had a basketball in her stomach.  Her pink
areolas darkened and her firm tits grew heavier.

“It’s a boy,” the doctor announced in the delivery room after her
final push.

Danielle was surprised.  The sonogram technician had told her she
was having a girl several weeks earlier.

“I’ve never seen one so big on a baby before,” Danielle overheard
one of the nurses giggling to the other as they cleaned off her
newborn.

“The sonogram technician must have thought it was the umbilical
cord,” the other nurse replied.

Reggie insisted on accompanying Danielle for her delivery and
watched the entire birthing, but now fixated on the cute, white,
female nurse.

Danielle’s heart sank.  She noticed black, kinky hair on its head
as the nurse brought her 12 pound, six ounce baby boy to her. She
would put it up for adoption before Josh came back from
deployment and found out, Danielle thought.  But the baby
immediately attached to her breast, voraciously fed, and bonding
between mother and child began.  She moved the sheet swaddling
her black infant and observed the largest penis she had ever seen
on a baby.

Reggie also proudly witnessed his son’s huge genitals as the
black baby rightly nursed on its white mother’s tit.  Not only
would the baby’s large, black penis remind Danielle where her
baby came from, it would also give her husband an indication of
what had been in his wife’s precious cunt.

Four years later, Danielle walked down the sidewalk to the campus
daycare center.  Then it would be off to work in the student
cafeteria. Four-year-old Rufus, Reggie’s child, held her hand.
Two-year-old Elroy sat in the stroller she pushed.  Danielle
carried one-year-old DeShawn.  The coat she wore failed to
conceal her hugely pregnant belly with a fourth child, also
black.  Each of her children had a different father, none of whom
contributed child support.

Danielle’s academic career and middle class life became the
distant past, hardly remembered now.  She looked tired, resigned,
and heavier.  Her breasts permanently enlarged due to four years
continuously breastfeeding very demanding black babies. She lived
in a dilapidated, ghetto apartment, wore her hair in cornrows,
and identified almost completely with the black race.


Chapter 2

Like Father, Like Son

Danielle allowed Reggie to visit young Rufus.  When the boy
turned 11, he started spending every other weekend with Reggie.
During their time together, Reggie showed Rufus interracial rape
videos and pictures – many of which Reggie made himself over the
years – and discussed preying on naïve white girls.

“Ya has to take advantage of opportunities when ya gets ‘em.  Get
dat white bitch in a compromising position.  Then fuck her real
good.  Make her cum fur ya even though she don’t want to. She’ll
scream and cry fur ya to stop.  But white girls quickly gets
addicted to big, black cock.  Once dat white pussy tastes Nigger
cock a few times, they wants more of it.  They can’t help it. 
Dat’s how I got yer mamma and put you in her,” Reggie said.

“You mean mom and you?”

“Dat’s right.  Ya mamma used to be married to a white guy named
Josh ‘til I spoiled her pusy and knocked her up.  She didn’t want
black cock at first either.  She kept beggin’ me to stop. But I
got her in a compromising position and kept fucking her.

“You mean she didn’t want to get pregnant?” Rufus asked.

“Not by no Nigger.  She wanted a white baby with her honky
husband.  She wasn’t on birth control and kept pleasing me to
wear rubbers.  But ya can’t give in to ‘em.  Make ‘em feel yer
cock in their pussy.  Get ‘em used to having dat Nigger cock in
‘em bareback.  It feels a lot better to ‘em even though they
doesn’t want it to.”

“But they might get pregnant,” Rufus replied.

“Dat’s a good thing if they do.  Ya wants white bitches to make
black babies.  Back in the days of slavery, white men fucked our
women and got ‘em pregnant so they had more slaves.  Now it’s
payback.  We fuck da white bitch and da white man pays for da
black baby we put in her.” Reggie snickered, patting his boy on
the back.  “Ya has at least sixty half brothers and sisters I’ve
put in different white bitches over da years.”  Reggie added.

Reggie continued the lesson, “At first ya mamma hated da way I
made her cum.  She felt she was too good for Niggers.  But I made
sure she came alot anyways. She got used to big, black cock, and
then she got hooked on it.  Now she only fucks black guys and she
has six black kids from different daddies ‘cause I ruined her
pussy.”

After Rufus’ 18th birthday, Reggie decided to take his son’s
indoctrination to the next level and help him find an additional
outlet for the hyperactive sex drive he inherited. The boy
already experienced consensual sex banging black whores in the
hood.  Now he needed something a little more exciting.  “I wants
ya to pick not only the purtiest white girl at yer school,”
Reggie instructed, “but also one dat’s smart and proper: a nice
white girl dat comes from good family and upbringing.  Tell her
ya is organizing a study group and meeting here.”

Rufus followed his father’s instructions.

Cheryl Taylor was an 18-year old cheerleader and straight “A”
student with blond hair and eyes as blue as the heavens.  Her
boyfriend, Chad, was away on vacation with his family. The two
discussed marriage, but agreed to finish college first.  She had
been elected class president in her junior year and was popular
in school, acquiring a reputation for being one of the “good”
students among her classmates and teachers.  Her narrow figure
acquired perfect curves after puberty – a cute, round ass, slim
waist, and perky breasts – an ideal young lady.

Cheryl didn’t really know Rufus Johnson well.  He sat in the back
of her history class and never said much.   The study group Rufus
casually mentioned might help her learn the material.  Chad was
away and she had nothing better to do that afternoon.

“Who else is coming?” Cheryl asked.

“I’m asking Lisa Jones, Dave Smith, and Clara Rogers.” Rufus
deceitfully named the white students Cheryl didn’t hang out with
to make her feel comfortable and allay her suspicions while
limiting the probability of her confirming it with them. 
“There’ll be snacks and refreshments for us.”

“I guess I can use the extra studying,” Cheryl answered.

The script he rehearsed with his father worked like a charm on
the unwitting Cheryl.

“Here’s how to get to my place,” Rufus said, handing her a paper
with a map on it. We’re meeting right after school today.”

Cheryl took the paper and watched Rufus go to Lisa Jones.

“Cheryl said she likes your purse and wants to know if it’s a
real Louis Vuitton,” Rufus said to Lisa.

From across the room Cheryl saw Rufus say something to Lisa who
looked at Cheryl, smiled and nodded her head affirmatively.

Cheryl misinterpreted Lisa’s gesture as an indication that she
would be attending the study group as well.  She waved back to
Lisa and went to her last class of the day.

After school Cheryl followed Rufus’ map.  The weather had turned
gloomy and she considered cancelling the engagement. Unfamiliar
with this part of town, when she arrived at the address Rufus had
given her, she decided not to participate in the study group.

“Here’s yer opportunity, son,” Reggie said to Rufus as the two
black men saw Cheryl pull up from the window of their apartment.
“Get out there befoe she changes her mind.  Tell her everyone
else is here already.”

Cheryl received bad vibes.  Black men who should have been
working somewhere instead idly stood around eyeballing her. 
Without getting out of her car she decided to leave and started
her Honda Civic when Rufus tapped on her window.

“I thought I had the wrong address and was getting ready to
leave,” Cheryl said.  Now that she saw where Rufus lived, she
wished she had kept driving.

“Everyone else is inside eating snacks.  We’re just waiting for
you,” Rufus said.

She couldn’t back out now.  Cheryl felt compelled to go in with
him for a little while at least before thinking of some excuse to
leave early.

Rufus escorted Cheryl to his father’s apartment.

Cheryl didn’t notice Rufus dead bolt the door behind her and put
the key in his pocket when she entered.  She expected to
recognize a few of her classmates.  Instead there was only a big,
muscular, black man who appeared to be an older version of Rufus.


“This is my father,” Rufus said.

“Very nice to meet you, Mr. Johnson,” Cheryl said.  The two black
men towered over Cheryl’s 115 pound petite frame. Rufus’ father
hungrily stared at Cheryl, making her very uncomfortable. Her
eyes nervously darted around the room searching for a familiar
white face from class, but the apartment looked empty.  She
turned to Rufus, “I thought you said everyone was here already.”

“We is,” Reggie snarled, grabbing hold of Cheryl’s arms. “We is
gonna study your young, white pussy today.”

Cheryl dropped her books and jostled with Reggie.  But
outweighing her by over 100 pounds, the 6’ 3” body builder easily
maneuvered her to the sofa.

“Get your hands off me!” Cheryl shouted.

“Ya gonna do what I told ya or what?” Reggie yelled at Rufus.

Rufus delivered a solid blow into Cheryl’s gut.

Cheryl turned red and gasped for air.

“Good job.  Now gets over there.”

Rufus sat in the sofa and Reggie delivered Cheryl into his lap.

“Hold her arms back good and tight for me.  We has to work fast,”
Reggie said as he pulled off Cheryl’s sneakers, unbuttoned her
jeans and yanked them down her legs. Her mind barely registered
what Reggie was doing as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Gets her shirt off befoe she starts resisting again,” Reggie
said.

Rufus swiftly jerked Cheryl’s t-shirt over her head, partially
tearing it in the process.

Her white silk bikini briefs matched her bra.  The fabric
contained a pattern of little read hearts.  Reggie appreciated
the irony of their motif since Cheryl was about to get lots of
loving without them on. His hands grabbed their waistband and
swiftly removed the soft, thin fabric.

Cheryl finally caught enough of her breath to protest, “No, stop
it.”

“Ya got us a fine filly to break in,” Reggie said admiring
Cheryl’s tight, young skin and flat stomach.

“Get her bra off,” Reggie said as he grabbed Cheryl’s arms and
pulled her forward for Rufus to unclasp it.

“No!” Cheryl protested.

Reggie returned Cheryl to Rufus’ arms, her bra still loosely
covering her tits.

Cheryl attempted to kick Reggie in the balls, but missed her
target.

“We gots us a little fighter,” Reggie said after jumping back far
enough and barely missing a painful impact.

“You better let me go right now or you’re both going to jail,”
Cheryl spat out at her assailants.

“I’ll show ya how to take da fight right out of these white
bitches,” Reggie said.  He reached up under Cheryl’s bra, pinched
her nipples and twisted.

“Ooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeee,” Cheryl howled.

“Open yer legs nice and wide fer me,” Reggie ordered.

Cheryl obeyed.

“Now yer gonna keep dem spread for me and ya ain’t gonna fight us
no more.  Ya understand?”

“Yes, please, you’re hurting me,” Cheryl cried.

“Okay, but ya resist again and I’ll twist these off,” Reggie
warned, letting go of Cheryl’s sensitive nipples.  He went
between her open legs and pushed them even further apart.

“Please, don’t,” Cheryl sobbed.

“Look at how nicely shaved and trimmed she keeps her pussy,”
Reggie said.  A thin, neatly manicured landing strip of short,
golden brown pubic hair rose above her vagina.  Reggie stretched
open Cheryl’s labia with his thumbs.  Rufus watched his father
reveal Cheryl’s pink, private place.

“Ya can see how dry she is right now,” Reggie said.  “Now watch.”

“Oh God, stop it!” Cheryl wailed as Reggie put his mouth on her
clitoris and sucked while intermittently running his tongue over
it.

“Please, don’t let him do this to me,” Cheryl pleaded to Rufus.

Rufus remembered what his father said about forcing white girls
to cum.  He ignored Cheryl and held her tightly.  He wanted to
see her orgasm and become like his mother – a white slut for
Nigger cock.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Cheryl wept as she looked down in
disgust at Reggie’s head between her legs.  She felt herself
getting moist.

Reggie tasted sweet secretions from Cheryl’s young pussy as it
began responding.

“Now looks at her pussy,” Reggie said raising his head from her
sex but still holding her vaginal lips apart.  Her clit looked
larger and her pink folds glistened.  “Ya see how her clit got
bigger and her pussy is all wet now?”  Reggie asked.

“Yea,” Rufus answered with his eyes wide taking in Cheryl’s open,
pink vagina.

“That mean she likin’ it,” Reggie said.

“No I don’t like it!” Cheryl yelled. “You’re disgusting pigs. Let
me go.”

Reggie and Rufus ignored Cheryl and continued their conversation
as if she was livestock instead of human.

“Now let’s see how she respond to dis,” Reggie said.   Cheryl
watched him stick his index finger in her wet vagina while his
thumb massaged her clitoris.  She squirmed in Rufus’ lap.  She
was too young and naive to realize Reggie’s finger zeroing in on
her G-spot.

“Oh, what are you doing? Stop it… noooooooooooooooooh!” Cheryl
complained.

“Ya gots to take yer time with ‘em and find out what dey like,”
Reggie said.

Not familiar with Ebonics, Cheryl comprehended only a fraction of
what Reggie and Rufus said.  Their ghetto dialects were difficult
to understand.  But how could he possibly think she liked
anything they were doing to her?

“No, oh, oooh, please,” Cheryl moaned.

But Cheryl’s pussy grew more receptive.

“Look how wet she be gettin.  See her pussy change?” Reggie said.
Rufus watched his father swirl Cheryl’s now engorged, sopping
clit beneath his thumb.  The lips of her cunt appeared fuller and
a darker shade of pink.

“Please … stop, no, oooooh,” Cheryl sniveled in staccato.

“I’ll stop when ya cums for us,” Reggie replied.

Cheryl lost her virginity to her boyfriend less than a year ago
and her limited sexual encounters did not include experiencing
orgasm yet.  She wasn’t even certain what Reggie was talking
about.

Reggie masturbated Cheryl until she became preoccupied with her
pussy and stopped struggling with Rufus.

“Oooh, oooooh, oooooooh, noooh, why?” Cheryl asked, her pleas
sounding less distressed and slightly melodic, hinting of
arousal.

“I think most of da fight is out of her,” Reggie said.  “Let go
of her arms and suck her titties. Her pussy be responding
nicely.”

Cheryl looked up at Rufus with a dreamy stare as he laid her back
on the couch.

“What are you doing to her?” Rufus asked as he watched Cheryl’s
petite hands reach down, wrap around Reggie’s wrist, and feebly
attempt pulling him out of her.

“I stuck my finger all da way inside her pussy and ran it against
her upper wall till I found an area rougher than da rest.  Dat’s
her G-spot.  Now I just be rubbing it along with her clitty.  Ya
sees how it be gettin to her?”

Rufus scrutinized Cheryl as his father masturbated her more. She
appeared increasingly absorbed with the sensations his father was
causing in her. The vague look in her eyes suggested she was no
longer self-conscious of him examining her naked body or seeing
her private pink folds held open by Reggie.

Rufus took off the bra barely resting on Cheryl’s young breasts.
She had smooth, light skin, beautiful tits with light pink
areolas and a cute little belly button.

“When we gonna fuck her?” Rufus asked.

Cheryl recognized ‘that’ word and panicked trying to sit up, “No,
please, don’t do that to me.”

“Shush.  Don’t worry.  We isn’t gonna fuck ya if ya cums for us,”
Reggie reassured Cheryl while rubbing faster to keep her docile.
He winked at Rufus.

Rufus took hold of her elbow and guided her to lie down again.

“Oh,” she replied.  The increased stimulation from Reggie
gradually returned her to sexual musings.

“Ya gotta be patient,” Reggie whispered to Rufus. She ain’t ready
yet. Remember what I tolds ya about making ‘em cum fur ya?”

Rufus nodded.

“Now get sucking on her titties.  I wants to see her cum soon.”

Rufus took turns suckling each of Cheryl’s nipples and gently
rolling them between his fingers.  He noticed her breathing
increase and her moans rise in pitch.

“Ah, aaah, aaah, aaaah, pleeease, naaah, uuuuh, oooh!”

Rufus had watched his father’s rape videos, but actually
participating in one with a stuck up white girl he knew from
school surpassed watching it on screen.  Cheryl had been too busy
getting “A”s on her work, going out with her lame, white,
boyfriend, and socializing with her snobby white friends to give
him the time of day before.

“Look at her pussy move,” Reggie whispered to Rufus.

Rufus peered between Cheryl’s legs at her secret pink opening now
completely exposed for him and undulating in response to Reggie’s
fingers.

“Aaaaah, aaaaaah, nooooh, pleaaaasssssse, ooooooh stooooooooop,”
Cheryl mewled.

“Dat’s reflex. Her pussy wants to be fucked even though her brain
doesn’t. She can’t help it,” Reggie quietly explained.

“She gonna cum soon, ain’t ya, sweety?” Reggie spoke up to
Cheryl.

Too engrossed by the sensations between her legs, Cheryl failed
to respond.

“Put ya cock in her mouth,” Reggie suggested to Rufus.

Rufus removed his t-shirt and then his nylon gym shorts setting
his huge black phallus free.

Reggie had not seen his boy’s pecker since before puberty and
proudly noted Rufus’ penis size exceeded his own.  Once the boy
learned how to use it properly, he would pleasure many white
girls to ruin with a cock that size.

Cheryl briefly noted Rufus’ muscular chest and stomach before her
eye’s landed on his gigantic, charcoal cock.  She never imagined
a penis so tremendous.

“No,” she said turning her face away from Rufus’ grotesque organ.

Rufus grabbed Cheryl by the chin and turned her face toward his
cock again.  She played with her boyfriend’s much smaller penis
occasionally, but Cheryl never looked at a man’s erection this
closely before. Rufus’ penis disgusted her.  It was big, ugly,
and black with numerous veins bulging beneath the skin of its
shaft, its head a different shade of brown. Clear precum oozed
from the slit in its tip

“Open up, sweety, or he’s gonna stick it in yer pussy,” Reggie
warned.

Rufus squeezed her cheeks.  She parted her lips and Rufus
inserted the head of his cock in her mouth.

“Suck it,” Rufus instructed.

Cheryl had only made love to her boyfriend a few times and had
never performed oral sex before.

“Owe,” Rufus barked.  He slapped Cheryl’s face firmly but not
excessively hard.  “Watch your fucking teeth bitch or I’ll knock
them out for you.”

He grabbed Cheryl’s hair and brought her mouth back on the head
of his cock.

Cheryl cautiously resumed sucking, her tiny mouth barely opening
wide enough.

“That’s better,” Rufus said watching her throat swallowing his
precum. “Keep sucking.”

He steered her hand to pump his shaft.

His cock didn’t belong in her mouth and she could not prevent her
tongue from repeatedly wandering over its smooth head and
receiving precum. Cheryl expected the taste from Rufus to be
unpleasant, but instead she found it increasingly tolerable as
she became more accustomed to its flavor.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Cheryl moaned.  Rufus and
Reggie watched her hips rise and her abdominal muscles contract
as the tension in her loins built.

“Dat’s it, girl, cum for us,” Reggie said.

“Is she cuming?” Rufus asked.

“She be gettin’ close,” Reggie answered.  “Da trick is to make
her cum multiple times. When we gets her good and complacent, yer
gonna practice on her and learn how to do dis.”

Rufus wondered how his father learned so much about seducing
white women.  He was eager to acquire Reggie’s skill and continue
in his footsteps.

Reggie removed his finger from Cheryl’s G-spot; her body
accustomed to the stimulus missed the pleasant sensations.  An
unusual pressure at her entrance replaced them.  She could not
look down to see what caused the change with Rufus’ prick in her
mouth.

Reggie slowly pushed his cock into Cheryl’s tight cunt.  Her
labia provided initial resistance, then reluctantly accepted and
engulfed his bulbous head.

Cheryl felt her labia give way.  She wanted to stop Reggie.  With
Rufus’ cock in her mouth and his hands on her breasts, with
Reggie securely between her legs, she was unable to do more than
moan, “Mmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmmppppppph!” Reggie’s thrusts commenced
and his cock slid deeper.

The couple of times she made love with her boyfriend, he used
condoms.  Reggie’s cock, besides being tremendously larger, had a
completely different sensation.  Cheryl suddenly concluded the
evil black man’s penis was inside her without barrier protection.
The enhanced feeling of a bare cock against the walls of her
pussy for the first time only fueled Cheryl’s worry.

“I’m going to cum,” Rufus announced.

He held her head in place by the hair and a growing pool of jism
collected in Cheryl’s mouth.  She wanted to spit it out.

“Don’t let her spit it out.  Make her swallow it,” Reggie
responded.  “It’s part of gettin’ in deir minds and making ‘em
accept ya.”

Rufus didn’t fully understand but followed his father’s
instructions. “Swallow,” he sternly ordered holding Cheryl’s head
in place.

Cheryl gave in and drank the rich cream.  More of the stuff kept
coming from Rufus’ cock and she forced herself to gulp it down
several times.

Rufus final pulled his cock from her mouth, and coated her lips
with a shiny film of his sperm.

Cheryl’s hands reached down and pushed against Reggie’s stomach
as he thrust deeper.

“Please, no, take it out,” she entreated, the flavor of Rufus’
cum she had just swallowed lingering in her mouth.

But already securely inside Cheryl, Reggie’s long, thick cock
seized more female territory from her with each stroke, and at 42
years of age, he wasn’t about to finish anytime soon.

“Take it out?  we is just gettin’ started,” Reggie gleefully
answered. “I ain’t takin’ it out to ya really cums big for us,”
he added, then abruptly shoved his remaining six inches into her.
Cheryl winced as her pussy snugly accepted his additional
offering.

Her inexperienced vagina gradually inured to having Reggie’s
enormous, black penis fully inside it and Cheryl’s discomfort
faded.  Her hands exerted less force against his muscular stomach
as her attempts at thwarting his repeated entries into her
diminished.

Cheryl’s small hands ceased pushing and now lightly touched
Reggie’s lower abdomen. Direct contact with his cock grew
increasingly pleasurable to her.

As Cheryl became more receptive to Reggie inside her, he
unexpectedly withdrew.  She stared at his long, hard, ugly cock
freshly pulled from her pussy glistening wet and pointing out
from his groin, similar to Rufus’. Cheryl never imagined a penis
could be so large yet still fit in a woman. Like Rufus’ penis,
numerous veins bulged beneath the smooth, dark skin of its shaft
as well, while a hefty scrotum dangled beneath containing
testicles the size of walnuts laden with sperm.

Reggie’s hands grabbed hold of Cheryl’s hips, raised her up, and
brought her bottom to the sofa’s armrest.  Her legs awkwardly
hung off the edge for a moment before Cheryl meekly allowed
Reggie to spread them open and stand between them. Cheryl looked
over her flat stomach up at her elevated pelvis.

It happened so quickly.  “No, don’t,” she pleaded watching the
evil black man sink his ugly cock back into her young pussy.  He
placed his hand on her mons.  Rufus then leaned over her chest
blocking her view and resumed fondling her nipples.

Cheryl’s eyes met Rufus’ and she begged, “Please don’t do this to
me… make him stop.”

For a moment Cheryl thought she saw a hint of compassion in
Rufus’ face.  But Rufus recalled his father explaining how
repeated fucks by Nigger cock made white chicks want more.

“I’ll gets her to shut up.  Watch dis,” Reggie said.

Reggie had purposefully positioned Cheryl like this on the sofa
to make her genitals easily accessible to him.  He gradually
silenced her protests by manipulating her clit with his thumb. It
was like pacifying a baby.


“No, don’t touch me there,” Cheryl blurted at first to avoid any
pleasure from the heinous act being performed on her. “Ooh,” she
gasped a few moments later.  Each time her eyes closed, they
reopened with a more remote look in them, her mind drifting
further away to the diversion between her legs.

“Dat feel good? Ya like yer clitty rubbed like dat with a big
Nigger cock in yer pussy?” Reggie taunted.

“Ooooh, oooooh, please, don’t, oooooh, oooooooooooooooooh,” she
responded.

Reggie’s tactic worked and removed her ability to converse. 
Cheryl barely managed brief, staccato pleas interspersed between
moans of growing female ecstasy.

Rufus studied how his father worked Cheryl’s clit while fucking
her.  The technique produced sensations forcing Cheryl to focus
on her pussy.

“Ya see how that quieted her down?” Reggie asked.

Rufus nodded with a big smile on his face.

“Believes it or not, females has lots more feeling in their
pussies than men do in their cocks.  Once ya get dem stimulated
right, they becomes putty in yer hands,” Reggie explained.  “Keep
playing with her tits.”

“Yea, ya like that, don’t ya,” Reggie commented as he scrutinized
Cheryl’s reflexes and honed his touch accordingly.

Cheryl’s world started shrinking. She became less aware of
external events and more mindful of her internal feelings.  Her
thoughts centered increasingly on her vagina, Reggie’s jumbo cock
parting its walls, filling her completely and snugly grazing her
G-spot in long strokes. Cheryl hated what was being done to her.
But that part of her emotions occupied less of Cheryl’s thoughts
as she acquired keenness to the friction between herself,
Reggie’s bare cock, and his thumb’s erogenous gestures to her
clit.  Her submission became unavoidable.  The experience
differed vastly from sex with her boyfriend, whose smaller penis
had never entered her without a protective latex barrier
preventing direct contact between them.

Squishing became audible. “Ya gettin really wet. It won’t be much
longer, will it baby? Ya almost there,” Reggie said to Cheryl
filliping her clit more.

“Aaah, aaaah, ooooooh, aaaaah,” Cheryl cooed.

“She be gettin’ close,” Reggie commented to Rufus, signaling him
to get his iPhone and begin recording Cheryl’s approaching
orgasm. Rufus reluctantly stopped sucking her lovely tits,
leaving her pink nipples standing at attention and pointing
toward the ceiling.

Rufus stood back so Cheryl would not notice him making the video
of her, although she was so distracted she probably would have
remained ignorant of his actions even if he had been more
obvious.  Her belly repeatedly flexed revealing even greater
definition of her toned abdominal muscles.  Her neatly manicured
fingers had found their way to Reggie and gently touched his
six-pack stomach rather than making the effort to remove his hand
from her clit.

“Oooh, oooooh, oooooh, God, please,” Cheryl passionately moaned.
An incredible tension was building inside her like nothing she
had experienced before.

Her beautiful face contorted.

Cheryl didn’t want to do it.

Her legs instinctively wrapped around Reggie’s ass and her pelvis
bucked into him.

“Oh God, no, oh, oh, oooooooooooooooooooooooh!”

Reggie felt her vaginal muscles begin contracting around his
penis.

“Oh yea, dat’s a good girl. Cum for me,” Reggie said.

It had happened even though she didn’t want it, especially with a
loathsome black man, her body betrayed her and Cheryl experienced
her first intense orgasm.

After several minutes, Cheryl’s climax subsided and she regained
her bearings.  “I came.  Take it out of me.  Stop it,” she
grumbled.  Her hands pushed against his rippled stomach again.

Reggie answered, “We isn’t done yet.  I is an old man and it
takes a while for me to cum.”

“No, please don’t cum in me.”  The thought of receiving Reggie’s
sperm in her vagina disgusted Cheryl.

“What’s da matter?  Ya too good for Nigger cum in yer precious,
white pussy?”

“Please stop doing this to me,” Cheryl cried once more.

“Tells ya what.  If ya cum for me really good a few more times
before I do, I’ll take my cock out of ya when I jism.”

Cheryl despised the sick, black pervert, but she didn’t have much
choice.

“Okay,” she replied despondently.

Reggie set his goal to force her into serial multiple orgasms
that would really mess her up psychologically. Combined with
video of her experience, embarrassment would prevent Cheryl from
telling anyone she had been raped.

His gargantuan cock remained inside her.  She was connected to
this horrible black man through the most intimate part of her
body unable to break their union.

Reggie recognized her lack of enthusiasm.

Cheryl felt his hand return to her mons.  She didn’t want more
orgasms from him.  She intended on faking them.

The wisp of shortly trimmed, golden brown pubic hairs on Cheryl’s
otherwise smoothly shaved mons brushed the palm of Reggie’s hand
as his cock successively retreated and advanced.

“No, don’t do that again,” Cheryl whimpered.

His thumb went to her clitty anyway.

“Ya gonna cum for me?” Reggie asked gently caressing.

“Yes,” Cheryl replied.  “Please not there anymore.”

His thumb stroked carefully not to over stimulate her clitoris.

“What are you doing?  I said I would cum for you?  Why are you
doing that to me again?” Cheryl complained.

He wouldn’t stop. Reggie smiled adjusting the execution slightly.

“Oh, ooooooh, God, please… noooh, I don’t want to.”

Her facial expressions, the way her finger tips grazed his
muscular abs, her legs gradually drawing back to provide deeper
penetration – all provided evidences that divulged the truth.  He
was striking her match, rekindling a fire within her.

When he found what worked on a girl, he knew enough to see it
through without major deviation.

“Relax, it gonna be okay,” Reggie said without stopping his
attention to her clit.  He worked like a true artist.

“You promise to take it out?” Cheryl meagerly asked.

“It gonna be a while cause I isn’t a young man no more.  But if
you cums for me a whole bunch, I’ll take my cock out of ya pussy
before I cum,” he said soothingly.

Cheryl reluctantly accepted that their genitals would stay joined
a while longer regardless of what she wanted.  Already the
pleasant feeling from her pussy monopolized more of her thoughts
again even though she didn’t want it to. She closed her eyes
momentarily and relaxed.  Reggie assured her it would be okay and
he would take it out.

Rufus marveled how his middle-aged father seduced a young,
gorgeous, white girl as he videoed their encounter.  He decided
to keep recording even though he already acquired enough footage.
With a little editing the sex would appear completely consensual
and would keep Cheryl in line.


“Oooooh, ooooooooh, ooooooooooh, oooooooooh,” Cheryl moaned.


“Cum some more girl, dat’s it,” Reggie kept coaxing.

Her second orgasm came quicker and easier than the first and
appeared more intense.  “Ooooh, ooooooh, I’m cuuuuuummmmmming for
you,” Cheryl panted, grinding her soaked pussy onto his cock.

“You made me cum again. Will you take it out now?” Cheryl asked
when her climax subsided.  It had been over an hour.  Reggie
finally pulled out.  In relief she looked up at her pelvis only
to see him spread her labia with his thumb and index finger and
rub her engorged clit with the head of his cock.

“Stop it,” Cheryl moaned, but her hips responded positively for
several minutes as she passively watched.

“Ya feels too good.  I need some more of dat sweet pussy,” Reggie
finally said.

She observed his titanic cock sink back into her.

The longest sex with Chad ever lasted was a few minutes. Reggie
endured several hours, during which Cheryl’s objections became
sporadic, her climaxes more frequent and intense.

She finally gave up asking Reggie to stop.   He refused to
withdraw anyway, always returning his cock into her pussy after
several minutes of teasing her clit with it.

Cheryl’s legs stayed locked around Reggie’s ass, her hips gyrated
into him.  He succeeded in his goal of causing Cheryl’s body to
undergo serial multiple orgasms.

“Ya still wants me to stop?” Reggie asked the delirious Cheryl,
her pussy rhythmically contracting around his cock.

“Yes, Oh God, I’m cumming for you Reggie. I’m cumming. Take it
out. Ooooh, aaah, uh-huh, You’re making me cum.”

“Tell me you love fucking my big Nigger cock and I will take it
out.” Reggie said.

“I love fucking your big, ooooh, Nigger… cock.”

“Says it lounder.”

“Oooooh I love fucking your aaaah, oooooh, big, oooooooh Nigger
cock!  I LOVE FUCKING IT!!!”

“Oh, yea, dat a girl,” Reggie exclaimed, his thrusts
accelerating.

Cheryl felt Reggie’s cock swell larger inside her and then an
unfamiliar, soothingly warm sensation as her cunt accepted semen
for its first time and Reggie’s sperm copiously flowed into her.

He pulled his deflating cock out of Cheryl.  She looked at his
dark, semi-erect penis hanging pendulously from between his legs
like a black fire hose, glistening from their body fluids.

“Did you cum in me?” Cheryl naively asked as Reggie’s cream
trickled from her overfilled pussy down the crack in her ass. She
reached down.  A thick, slimy film of Reggie’s jism coated her
fingers and provided her answer.

She had laid silently on the couch staring at the ceiling for a
few minutes before sitting up, her pussy full of Reggie’s potent
Nigger spunk.  Reggie already put on his shorts and had gathered
Cheryl’s clothing.  He stood shirtless in front of her and Cheryl
could not avoid noticing the muscles in his chest, arms, and
stomach.

“Did ya enjoy dat?” Reggie asked putting his hand on her shoulder
and smiling.

“No! Don’t touch me,” Cheryl responded, jerking her shoulder away
from him.  “Give me my clothes.”

“Befoe ya gets dressed, Rufus here wants to shows ya something,”
Reggie calmly replied.

Rufus played part of the video back where Cheryl’s legs were
wrapped around Reggie’s ass – “Oooooh, oooooh, uh-huh, ooh I’m
cumming for you, Reggie.  I love fucking your big, oh, Nigger
cock.”

Cheryl watched with her mouth hanging open in dismay.  Reggie
nodded to Rufus to stop the playback.

“Not very lady like of ya,” Reggie said shaking his head.  “I’d
hate for something like dat to get posted online for all yer
family and all yer friends at school to see.  Do ya understand
what I is saying?”

Cheryl slowly nodded her head in stunned silence.

“Let’s just keep dis between us.” Reggie added handing Cheryl her
clothing.

Rufus watched Cheryl quietly put on her panties, his father’s
jism – potential brothers and sisters – still trilling from her
well fucked cunt.

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

Cheryl quietly sat in history class, her usual bubbly personality
flattened by the events that occurred several days ago with Rufus
and his degenerate father. Her rape kept replaying in her mind.
With disgust she recalled: Rufus’ dark, veined penis barely
fitting in her mouth, swallowing its semen; Reggie’s gigantic,
black cock being inside her vagina; how she climaxed multiple
times.

Unable to comprehend her body’s physiological reaction to such a
heinous act caused Cheryl frustration and guilt.  Even if Rufus
and his father didn’t have that horrible video, she would still
feel too embarrassed to tell anyone what they did to her.

Class let out and Rufus approached Cheryl with a big smile as
their classmates hurriedly exited the room.

“Get away from me,” Cheryl said.

“That’s no way to treat a friend,” Rufus replied.

“We’re not friends. You and your father are sick perverts.”

“It’s too bad you feel that way.  You’re coming over to study
with us this afternoon anyway,” Rufus nonchalantly told Cheryl.

Cheryl could not believe her ears.  How could these pigs possibly
think she would actually want to be with them again? “I most
certainly am not.  Don’t even think about coming near me.”

“Suit yourself, but my dad will post that video on the Internet
and email links of it to everyone at school,” Rufus answered.

Cheryl’s demeanor suddenly softened. “I can’t come over.  I have
cheerleading practice and then a date with Chad tonight.”

“Tell Chad you’ll be a little late.  We’ll be expecting you after
cheerleading practice or that video goes online and you become a
porn star.”

Rufus walked away leaving Cheryl standing with books in hand
speechless.  After the horrible things they already did to her,
they still wanted more.

“Can I fuck her?” Rufus asked his father, anticipating Cheryl’s
arrival soon.

“Not yet, Rufus – in a few weeks ya can fuck her brains out if ya
wants. But I still needs to break her in for ya some more.   It
be a little while to get dat nice white girl used to fucking
black cock.  It’s a big shock to ‘em at first and a process dat
takes skill and time.    She needs to get acquiescent, and den
comfortable with da notion of fucking Niggers,” Reggie answered.

Rufus was disappointed.  The 18-year-old had fucked black whores
in the hood before, but like his father, strongly preferred white
pussy.  However, his desire had gone unfulfilled thus far and he
had yet to nail a high class white girl like Cheryl.  Rufus
respected his father’s judgment though and patiently waited.

Cheryl couldn’t concentrate on their routines.  After a lousy
cheerleading practice and a quick shower at the school locker
room she texted Chad:

“Sorry. Will be late this evening.  I forgot about prior plans. 
Don’t know how long this will take.  Will let you know when on
the way.”

On the way to Rufus’, Cheryl stopped by the pharmacy.  She never
bought condoms before; Chad always provided them.  She confronted
a large, confusing selection.  “Ribbed for Her Pleasure,” one
package read.  Another said, “Thin Membrane for Added Sensitivity
and Intimacy”. Cheryl wanted neither pleasure, nor added
sensitivity and intimacy.  She settled on a box touting its
protection and extra magnum size.  Purchasing prophylactics for
Rufus’ father humiliated Cheryl.  But the alternative of having
his bare, unprotected penis in her vagina again was totally
unacceptable. She hurried through checkout, enduring the smirk
from a middle-aged, male cashier.

Rufus answered the door when she arrived.  She entered and felt
sick in her stomach.

“Look at how purtty ya looks,” Reggie said grabbing her arm and
guiding Cheryl toward his bedroom.

She tried unsuccessfully recoiling from his grasp.

Rufus followed, observing how his father confidently took charge.

“Please, Mr. Johnson, don’t make me have sex with you again,”
Cheryl pleaded as he led her by her arm toward his bed.

“I isn’t gonna hurt ya as long as ya cooperates,” Reggie said
lifting her shirt over her head and then unclasping her bra. “Now
lay back.  Don’t ya worry none.”

It was happening too quickly.  She couldn’t think.  Cheryl
stiffly laid back in Reggie’s bed.  He unbuttoned her jeans and
tugged them off without any assistance from her.  Reggie’s
fingers reached into the waistband of her panties.  She took a
deep breath and held it as Mr. Johnson took away her last bit of
privacy.

With her panties off, Reggie navigated Cheryl’s legs away from
each other.  She knew better than to physically resist like
before.

“Please, no, Mr. Johnson,” Cheryl whined as Reggie stretched her
labia apart with his fingers.  Seeing the once self-confident,
white class president spread open and flashing the pink between
her legs while hearing her whimper to his father like a little
girl excited Rufus.

Reggie’s finger entered Cheryl’s agape vagina and rubbed her
G-spot, his thumb worked her clitoris.   She looked at Rufus and
begged, “Please, don’t let him do this to me again. Please?”

Rufus coldly watched Cheryl succumb to the magic his father
worked on her cunt.

Cheryl moaned, “Oh, what are you doing? No, not there. Oooooooh,
don’t. Ooooooooooooooh, ooooooooooooh, ooooooooooh, please, God,
oooooooooooooooh.”

“Yea, God’s gonna help you alright – cum for Niggers, you stuck
up, white bitch,” Rufus thought listening to Cheryl’s chants and
watching her squirm.

Reggie recalled from the other day what Cheryl’s body reacted to
most and diligently worked her cunt accordingly.

“Oh yea, girl, ya likes dat doesn’t ya? Reggie asked.

”Nooooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooooooooooh.”

“Look at how wet ya be gettin.”

“Please… noooh.”

Reggie detected the slight movement in her pelvis, hardly
noticeable at first, and cultivated the barely perceptible
response like fanning a tiny spark.

“I isn’t gonna stop until ya cum, baby.”

“Oh, nah.” Cheryl’s hands clenched the sheets while the reflexive
coital movements of her hips became more evident.

“Dat’s right, girl.  I is gonna make ya cum for me whether ya
wants to or not.”

“Oh, Mr. Johnson, oooh, aaaaaah, aaaaaah, oooooooooooh,
naaaaaah.”

She became wet and responsive and then he stopped.  Cheryl opened
her eyes.  Reggie had already taken off his shirt.  She watched
his muscles flex as he removed his boxers.  His huge phallus
sprang from its confinement like a giant, black serpent.  It
looked bigger than she remembered. Cheryl quickly reached inside
her purse beside the bed retrieving a condom.  She silently
handed it to Reggie when he returned to her.

“What’s dis?” he asked.

Embarrassed even giving it to him, Cheryl felt more humiliated
asking him to use it on her.

“Please wear it for me.”

Reggie chuckled and threw it across the room.  “Never use
rubbers.  Can’t feels nothing with dem.”

He stretched her labia open again and aligned his cock with her
entrance.

“But Mr. Johnson…”

He slid his cock inside Cheryl interrupting her objection.

“Oh. Naaah.”

Her small hands landed on his hips and ineffectively pushed
trying to thwart his progress.

“Dis will feels better to ya anyways,” Reggie said with a
despicable smile.  “Ya needs to get used to having cock in ya
bareback and not some piece of rubber.”

She didn’t want to feel him.  Intercourse with a black man was
bad, but being forced to have it without any barrier between
their organs was far worse.  Against her will, Cheryl perceived
every millimeter of Reggie’s thick, lengthy penis separating the
wet vaginal walls deep inside her as their genitals converged.
Reggie slowly fed her young pussy more of his cock until it again
accepted him entirely.

“Ya see how good dat feels without a rubber?  I is all the way up
inside ya now,” Reggie informed Cheryl.

”No, Mr. Johnson, I don’t want it. Please take it out.”

“Shush, I will in a little while.”

He pumped into her faster and harder.

“Oooh, ooooh, oooooh, aaaaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaaah,
nooooo.”

Over an hour had passed.  Rufus left the room momentarily.
Cheryl’s moans grew loader through the walls sparking Rufus’
curiosity and summoning his return.  He opened the door and
watched his father reach beneath her knees and push her legs back
toward her chest, which provided deeper penetration.  Reggie’s
wet cock looked like obsidian, well lubricated by the pastel pink
membranes of Cheryl’s pussy cleaving to it. Her smooth, fair skin
contrasted wonderfully against his dark complexion.

Rufus never saw Cheryl associate with any of the black kids at
their school.  She wouldn’t date black guys either.  But now the
preppy cheerleader and former class president, in a serious
relationship with a white boy, was getting fucked by a Nigger.
The unused condom Reggie had taken from her and threw across the
room sat on the floor by Rufus’ foot.

“Oooooh, aaaaaaaah, please... aaaaaaaaaah... Mr. Johnson... stop.
 I’m ooooooooh, ooooooooh, supposed, aaaaaaaaaaah,
ooooooooooooooooh, to see my boyfriend... ooooooooh...”

“What ya mean ya seeing yer boyfriend?  Is his cock as big as
dis?  Does it feels dis good in ya?” Reggie asked.

“Oh, oooh, aaaaah, oh God, please,” Cheryl groaned beneath him.

“If ya wants me to finish sooner ya needs to cum for me like ya
did the other day,” Reggie said.

Initially Cheryl brooded over her boyfriend, hating the idea of
climaxing for Reggie.  Before long, however, she had only
fleeting thoughts of Chad as the feeling of Reggie’s huge cock in
her pussy devoured all of her attention.

“Yer startin to appreciate my Nigger cock.  It’s feelin pretty
good in ya, isn’t it?” Reggie asked.

Reggie didn’t need a verbal answer from Cheryl and didn’t get
one.  Her body language said it all: accelerated breathing, her
hands now holding on to his hips rather than pushing at them, her
hard, pink nipples pointing into his chest. She became one with
him physically even though she didn’t want to.

“Oh, Mr. Johnson,” Cheryl exclaimed, her hands gliding up
Reggie’s back and embracing him.

Her mouth hung open taking in deep breaths and Reggie took the
opportunity to stick his tongue in it, locking Cheryl in a deep
French kiss.  Her pussy began strongly contracting around his
cock.

Rufus marveled at how the most conceited and tenacious white girl
in his school completely succumbed to his father.  A few hours
earlier she was stone to him and any other black guy who even
thought of getting near her. She attempted to resist Reggie but
melted into lava for him instead.  Her pussy now moved in perfect
unison with Reggie’s cock as if the two shared the same mind or
danced to an inaudible rhythm only they heard – into each other
and into each other exactly synchronized over and over again.

Still kissing, Reggie grunted and Cheryl reciprocated the
expression.  Rufus observed that the translucent film coating his
father’s cock turned whiter.  Jis started leaking from Cheryl’s
pussy.  Their thrusts into each other slowed and then stopped.

“You came in me,” Cheryl panted.

“Ya came a lot too, Baby.  I felts ya cumming,” Reggie replied
pulling his semi-flaccid cock from her and leaving her pink pussy
agape a second before her labia slowly drifted shut as if trying
to contain the deep lake of sperm in it.

Cheryl didn’t reply.  She had orgasmed intensely multiple times
for Reggie and it had felt good even though she didn’t want it
to.  She looked over and realized Rufus staring at her and closed
her legs. Having already been exposed wide open to Rufus by his
father a number of times somewhat diminished her embarrassment
she typically felt when naked in front of others.

Cheryl looked at the time.  She had been fucking Reggie for
nearly two hours and still needed to see Chad.  She didn’t know
where her clothes were.  She searched the sheets and then located
her panties on the floor by the foot of the bed and slid them on.
Rufus picked up her bra and shirt and handed them to her.

“You appeared to enjoy fucking my dad,” Rufus said.

She looked at him with an incredulous expression and took her
garments without speaking, the nipples on her perky tits still
erect and sticking out towards him. How could the sick bastard
possibly believe she liked being raped by his dad?

“Sorry I made ya late for ya boyfriend,” Reggie said as Cheryl
gathered her purse and keys to leave.  Her ass filled her jeans
nicely and he groped it one last time before she left.  “I’ll see
ya in a couple days, maybe sooner,” he added.

Cheryl pulled up to a stop light and texted Chad:

  “On way.  See u soon.”

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Wilson, Cheryl said when she arrived at
Chad’s house.  “How was your trip?”

Harriet and George Wilson, typical middle-aged and middle class
parents met Cheryl at their front door and walked her to their
living room.  George sat down on his recliner and Harriet went to
her spot on the sofa. “Very nice, thank you for asking,” Harriet
replied.  “Have you decided which university you’re going to
yet?”

“I’m leaning toward Michigan State, but maybe Chapel Hill.  I’m
not 100% certain yet.”

Harriet admired Cheryl’s youthful energy and ambition.  Intent on
attending dental school, the young girl appeared well focused
with a good head on her shoulders for someone her age.

George Wilson purposely avoided admiring Cheryl’s willowy, teen
figure, realizing her youthful beauty was a forbidden temptation.
  She was a nice girl and George saw the charm lying beneath
Cheryl’s lovely skin.

“Well you still have some time to make up your mind,” Harriet
answered.  “Chad is in his room.”

“Okay,” Cheryl said, successfully disguising her inner turmoil
from the disgusting act performed on her by two black men a short
while ago. She proceeded down the familiar hallway to Chad’s
bedroom.

“That Cheryl is such a sweet, polite girl, George,” Harriet said
after Cheryl left.

With her pussy full with Reggie’s sperm, some of it saturating
her panties, Cheryl kissed and hugged Chad when she entered his
room.

“I missed you,” Cheryl said.  “How was your trip?”

“It was okay.  I had to listen to mom and dad the entire time,”
Chad replied.  “What did you have to do tonight?”

“Oh, I had some community service hours at the Humane Society
scheduled.”

“I thought you were finished with your community service.”

“No, not yet,” Cheryl fibbed.

Chad kissed her again; his hand slid over to her left breast and
caressed it.  Thank God they were in his house.  Cheryl knew Chad
would go no further than rubbing her tits through her clothes
with his parents home.

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

For two weeks Cheryl fucked Mr. Johnson almost every other day,
while giving Chad, her parents, and friends various stories of
where she had been.

“My Dad wants you at our crib tonight for another ‘study
session’,” Rufus said to Cheryl when class ended.

“What time?” Cheryl asked.  She was defeated and knew the outcome
would be the same no matter what excuse she tried giving Rufus.

“Five,” he answered.

“I’ll be over at 5:30 right after cheerleading practice.”

“Okay then,” Rufus said with a grin.  He correctly figured she
readily agreed to their secret meetings to avoid being seen with
him and raising suspicions.  Cheryl Taylor now led a double life
with a dark secret that only he and his father knew about, which
enabled them to keep her under their control.

Rufus answered the door, promptly at 5:30 just as planned.

“Where’s your father?” Cheryl asked walking inside.

“He’s in his room waiting for you.”

Reggie was lying in bed naked with his cock already hard
anticipating Cheryl’s arrival.

“Hurry up and get yer clothes off,” Reggie told her when she
entered.  Cheryl quickly undressed and climbed in bed with him.

“Get on top and put it in ya.”

Cheryl held his humongous cock in her petite hands and lowered
herself.

“Oh, Mr. Johnson,” she exclaimed from his pleasure giving rod
going inside her.  “Don’t make me do this with you again.”

“Don’t it feel good?”

“No, I don’t want it and it’s not right,” Cheryl replied but
instinctively pumped her hips.

“No one will know about it,” Reggie said.  “Dat’s it girl.  Keep
moving yer pussy like dat.”

Cheryl briefly noticed Rufus in the room watching them fuck,
which he often did.  She was used to him being there and paid
little attention to his presence. A few minutes later he was
naked too.

“Ya ready?” Reggie asked Rufus.

Rufus got in bed with them.

“No,” Cheryl replied as Reggie lifted her up until his sopping
wet cock flopped out of her.  He laid her on her back.

“It gonna be okay.  Rufus needs some practice with ya today.  Ya
needs to help teach him,” Reggie said.

From behind, Rufus lifted Cheryl’s left leg and spooned her.

She had grown comfortable with Reggie, but Rufus was different.
He had a larger penis than his father and didn’t use it as well
yet.  But he quickly learned, thanks to Cheryl, and each time his
technique improved.

Reggie took hold of Cheryl’s left leg from Rufus and kept it
elevated for Rufus to enter her.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah,” Cheryl groaned as Rufus’ larger penis replaced
Reggie’s inside her.

“Dats it, slide it in her nice and slowly,” Reggie instructed
while watching his son’s huge cock gracefully enter Cheryl’s
tight, wet cunt. “Let’s her pussy get accustomed to ya.”

Spending so much time with Reggie and Rufus over the past two
weeks, Cheryl’s ear for their dialect and Ebonics improved.  She
made out more of what they were saying when they spoke about her.


“Now gently rubs her clit.  Dat’s it.  Can ya feels her
responding?”

Cheryl realized – Reggie was using her to instruct his son how to
seduce girls!  She was their learning object.

“Stop it,” she said.  She didn’t want to help them do this to
someone else.

“I can feel her pussy squeezing my cock,” Rufus replied to his
father.

“Good, sees how she startin to fuck ya back even though she
telling ya to stop?  Let me shows ya something,” Reggie said,
brushing Rufus’ hand off her mons and replacing it with his own.
“Now watch dis.”

Rufus watched his father push his thumb against the side of
Cheryl’s clit, retract the hood, and expose her glans.

“Some girls go crazy when ya does this to ‘em.  Others are way
too sensitive for it,” Reggie said while softly stroking the
uncovered head of Cheryl’s clitty.

“Please, no” Cheryl moaned.

“Ya momma really loved it when I did dis to her too,” Reggie said
to Rufus.  “See how her nipples be gettin all hard? Ya needs to
experiment with her and sees what she likes.  Each girl be
different.”

Reggie removed his hand from Cheryl’s mons so Rufus could try it
himself.  As Rufus took over, Reggie brought his wet thumb to
Cheryl’s mouth and forced her to suck her own juices from it.

“Dat’s a good girl; suck it all off.  See hows good yer pussy
taste?” Reggie asked her.

Cheryl hated being degraded and wanted to bite Reggie’s thumb for
doing this to her.  But Rufus’ skill quickly improved and took
her mind off her anger.

“Dat’s it Rufus.  Yur getin to her,” Reggie said.  “Keep it up
and she be cumming for ya soon.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Cheryl sucked Reggie’s thumb like a baby.
Rufus’ exceedingly huge cock completely filling her with two
inches remaining, very gently nudged her cervix several times.

“Dat’s it, be careful with her.  I is barely able to gets my cock
all da way in her.  Yur definitely too long,” Reggie said.  “She
likes da way ya be playing with her clitty.”

Minutes ago she despised what they were doing to her, but
Cheryl’s body, responding to the stimulus and on verge of orgasm,
distorted her thoughts, “Oh, aaaaaaaaah, oooooooooh.”

“She startin to gets hooked on Nigger cock. Bet she ain’t fuckin’
dat white boyfriend of hers much lately,” Reggie said with a
laugh.

It was true.  To Cheryl’s regret, Reggie coerced her into having
sex so often, she had little time and a diminished desire to be
with Chad. Since the three way affair with Reggie and Rufus
began, the two times she briefly made love with Chad were
unfulfilling and disappointing.

Cheryl failed to fully comprehend the evolutionary and
psychological processes inside her.  Deep in her primitive,
female subconscious, Chad’s underwhelming penis became less
preferable for mating – an inadequate choice among these much
more endowed and virulent partners forcing her to copulate with
them. An affinity for her tormentors and their big, black cocks
was gradually taking over her young, impressionable mind.

The increasing pleasure in Cheryl’s pussy grew unmanageable and
controlled her like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. She could not
suppress her reflexes caused by Rufus.

“She be cumming for ya real good now.  Goes lightly on her clitty
and moves ya thumb to the side of her shaft,” Reggie instructed
Rufus. “Ya doesn’t wants to over stimulates her.”

Reggie looked in Cheryl’s blank eyes and said, “Nigger cock feels
good don’t it?”

“Uh-huh,” Cheryl exclaimed, her mouth hanging open in awe.

“When her orgasm subsides, pulls back on dat hood again and
strokes de head some more,” Reggie said to Rufus.  “Dat way ya
can keeps her cumming for hours and her orgasms will keeps
getting stronger.”

Reggie proudly noted Rufus had learned well from him and decided
to leave Rufus to enjoy Cheryl alone.

Reggie took Cheryl’s left hand to replace his own behind her left
knee.  She acquiesced and held herself in the easily penetrable
position for Rufus without assistance.

Peering into Cheryl’s heavenly, blue eyes, Reggie whispered,
“Dat’s a good girl.”

“Ya two has fun,” Reggie spoke up stepping away from their bed. 
Before exiting the room he took one last look at the lovely
Cheryl, in the spring of her reproductive life with her left leg
drawn back to her chest allowing most of Rufus’ long, thick cock
to disappear inside her. Black cocks belonged inside the pink
pussies of white girls, he thought.  They went well together. 
Reggie watched Cheryl’s pale, pink nipples subtly rock to and fro
as if atop gentle, ocean waves. The white bitch was hooked on
black cock now whether she realized it or not.

Later he would discuss with Rufus prospects for expanding their
‘study group’ and recruiting more white girls to fuck in addition
to Cheryl.


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