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Christy feared telling anyone about Reggie, including Dave. Reggie kept threatening to hurt her family if she didn't keep his secret and cooperate with him. When she tried refusing his advances, he reminded her that a word to his homeboys was all it would take. Something as quick and easy as a text message from him could jeopardize everyone she loved.

"Hi Honey," she greeted Dave, pretending to be his happy wife as he walked into the living room and pecked her cheek. "How was your day?"

"Hey, homeboy," Reggie added with a grin. For weeks he had been secretly boning Christy when Dave went to work.

Forced sex with Reggie was extracting its toll on Christy, but she managed to conceal her anguish to protect her family, and Dave paid little attention to the subtle change in his wife.

"Fine," Dave answered heading toward the refrigerator to grab a cold beer after working all day in that hot warehouse.

Christy couldn't believe her husband's blindness. How could Dave not see Reggie lustfully staring at her all the time, undressing her with his deep black eyes? Dave had no inkling of her terrible situation, who Reggie was or what Reggie was doing to her. Reggie's cum was inside her!

Christy couldn't stop Reggie. When Dave went to work Reggie called her his girlfriend and kept pushing boundaries, their interactions lasting longer, becoming more frequent and intimate.

Dave never saw the expensive panties and bras Reggie started giving to her. She kept these inappropriate presents hidden. She didn't want Reggie's gifts. She hated him and wished he would leave her alone and go away.

A multitude of emotions flowed through Christy's mind — anger, embarrassment, guilt and shame. But Dave was oblivious to it all. He wandered off into the garage, leaving her alone in the living room with this dreadful criminal sitting near her.

She didn't want to be anywhere close to Reggie. She needed to get far away from him after the disgraceful things they did together just a short while ago before Dave came home. Reggie was like an invasive species displacing the intimacy she once shared with Dave.

She abandoned the sofa and headed to her bedroom.

"Where you going, Christy?" Reggie called after her.

"To bed," she bitterly answered without turning around to look at him.

Christy went to take a shower and prepare for bed. She locked the bathroom door to make sure Dave wouldn't come in while she was naked and see the fading bruises Reggie had left on her body.

Like dissipating storm clouds, the discolorations were almost gone — incriminating evidence that still hinted at what Reggie was doing to her. After the first few times, Christy had learned to acquiesce for Reggie's advances, and he stopped using physical methods of persuasion, allowing her bruises to heal.

While bathing, she carefully cleaned her sore vagina. Today she had been with Reggie for hours. His cock had been in both her mouth and in her pussy flaunting his dominion over her. She wished she had a douche handy to completely flush all of him out of her body.

She finished bathing and dressed. Dave was sitting on their bed waiting for her when she exited the bathroom, his eyebrows scrunched together, and a stern look on his face. "Honey, I need to ask you something," he started.

Christy's heart began pounding and blood rushed to her head. Did Dave suspect something?

"Why are you treating Reggie so badly? You act like an entirely different person around him and hardly speak when he's near. He just asked me if there's something bothering you."

How could Reggie ask Dave that after the perverse things he was doing to her in secret?

Christy looked down as if in heavy thought. "I don't know. I just don't like him, Dave. He makes me feel uncomfortable."

Suddenly there was alarm in Dave's voice. "Why? Has he done something to you? Did he try making a pass at you?"

Christy looked up as if she had been stung. She hesitated for a second. Dave's question didn't even come half-way to the truth, but it was on the right path and she had to get him off it. He could never know the truth. "No, he hasn't done anything to me, Dave. He just gives me the creeps."

"I don't understand, Christy. Ever since we first met him, you've been negative about this whole arrangement. Reggie saved us from losing this house and he's even been giving me extra money to help cover other expenses. He's really a likable guy once you get to know him. He's going to be with us for at least a year, so will you please try to be a little friendlier and treat him better?"

'At least a year' rang in Christy's ears like a fire alarm. Had Reggie put the idea in Dave's ear of staying longer like he had threatened? Dave had no idea what type of guy Reggie really was and what he had been doing to her. Dave was asking her to be nice to the sick pervert who was m*****ing and r****g her, and Christy had no choice but to agree to Dave's innocent request.

"Okay, I'll try to be nicer to him, Dave."

Dave stood, put his arms around her, and began kissing her neck. "I'm the luckiest man in the world to have a wife like you. I love you, Christy."

Christy couldn't let Dave continue. If things went too far, he might see the faint remnants of old bruises Reggie had left on her. She had no appetite left for physical intimacy anyway after spending time with Reggie today. It was like he had taken every orgasm in her body and left her completely drained of desire for her husband.

"I love you too, Dave. I'm sorry, but I don't feel well tonight and I'm tired," Christy replied, untangling herself from his embrace. Since Reggie began m*****ing her, she had been giving Dave excuses, but Dave didn't seem to notice.

She turned off the light sitting on her nightstand, entered bed wearing her pajamas and tried to sleep until she heard Dave leave the room.

In the darkness, thoughts of Reggie's big, black cock made slumber for Christy nearly impossible. The things Reggie had been doing to her penetrated the core of her femininity. Now perverted images of the sex they had together haunted her, like shocking highlights from pornographic videos she had been forced to watch and couldn't get out of her mind. If only they were just videos she was remembering. She had actually experienced those obscene things with the criminal who lived in her house.

At least it was Friday. With Dave home for the weekend, Reggie would leave her alone and likely spend the next couple of days away, tending to his i*****l d**g business she assumed. The welcome break from him would give her time to recuperate.

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The weekend had brought Christy a temporary reprieve from Reggie, but Monday morning arrived much too soon, like the alarm on a clock that prematurely interrupts a deep, desperately needed slumber. Christy awoke as Dave prepared for work. She rose from a sea of sheets covering their bed ready to finally try having sex with her husband again. "Honey, why don't you call in sick today and stay with me?"

They had not made love since that day when Reggie barged into the bathroom and first assaulted her. As a married couple, Christy and Dave had never gone this long without each other. Christy wanted intimacy with her husband. In a peculiar way she felt like it would help repair the secret damage done to their marriage. Dave remained completely unaware of what she was doing with Reggie to protect her family.

The bruises Reggie had given her were finally gone and she wasn't wearing pajamas this morning to conceal them, only her panties. She looked perfect and Dave desired her, but the timing was all wrong. He couldn't be late for work. "I can't call in sick today, Christy. Leroy asked me Friday to work overtime today, and I'm going to be home late tonight, after 8:00 P.M."

"You didn't say anything about working overtime today. That's too long, Dave." Her voice contained a hint of fear that he misinterpreted as annoyance.

A perplexed look momentarily crossed his face as he stared at her. She never complained about him working overtime before, usually welcoming the extra money. He thought he remembered mentioning the extra hours to her, but perhaps it was Reggie he had told while they were drinking beer together Friday night, after Christy had gone to bed early. "I'm sorry. I thought I did," he answered.

Dave continued getting dressed, ignorant of his wife's panic. A silent façade concealed her internal turmoil that felt like a violent storm raging within her tight chest. No escape was possible, yet she successfully hid her dismay.

She couldn't be alone with Reggie all day while Dave worked overtime. Even with Reggie's threats dangling over her head like a guillotine about to drop, she didn't want to repeat last week and the things he had made her do with him. She sat up in the bed, Dave kissing her cheek and heading off to work.

Christy hopped out of bed wearing the sexy bikini briefs she had tried enticing her husband with and put on the matching bra. She rummaged her dresser drawers searching for something else to quickly throw on. It was a race to get out of the house before Reggie woke.

Unfortunately, Reggie had risen earlier in the morning and already waited for his opportunity to be alone with Christy. Dave had kindly mentioned to him last Friday night, while they drank a few beers together, that he would be working overtime today.

Reggie heard the front door close, Dave's car rumble to life and pull out of the driveway. It had been a long weekend without Christy, and with an urgent erection that demanded immediate attention, Reggie looked forward to spending extra time with her.

Christy grabbed a pair of olive colored Capris pants and a beige blouse. But before she put them on, Reggie entered her room shirtless, tremendous muscles in his chest, arms and stomach bulging beneath his dark skin as if sculpted in stone. His baggy, black gym shorts poorly concealed the huge protrusion caused by his gigantic cock.

"You gonna go somewhere, baby?"

Christy's voice contained a mixture of annoyance and fear — but predominantly fear. She knew why he was in her bedroom and what he wanted. Reggie visited her bedroom most mornings after Dave left. "I need to look for work. I would appreciate it if you didn't come in my room anymore."

The only work she would be doing would be on her back for him, Reggie amusingly thought. He smirked while advancing closer to Christy. "I'll come in your room anytime I want, and you ain't doing nothing about it. You forget about our little arrangement? You not going anywhere today. You staying with me. You my girlfriend and you best be good to me, baby, remember? Or else bad things will happen to Dave and your nice family."

Reggie's massive stature dwarfed her petite frame as she stared up at him. She backed away, aware of his intentions, until her firm, round ass bumped into the dresser and she couldn't retreat further. "Please get away from me."

"What's the matter, baby? Don't you want some more loving from your black boyfriend today? I know you missed having my big black dick inside that tight little pussy over the weekend."

She wasn't his 'baby' or his girlfriend. She hated having sex with him. But he was a high-ranking d**g dealer, a violent gangster responsible for numerous murders. He had threatened her family. If she refused to cooperate with him, if anyone found out anything about him, if anything at all happened to him, his homeboys had their instructions. No one could know the secret, especially Dave.

Christy shook her head. "No, please leave me alone! I don't want to do that with you again."

Reggie pulled down his shorts and guided Christy's hand to his colossal cock. "We done this before and you know what I like, baby. It's not that bad. I'm gonna treat you real nice and love you some more today. All you gotta do is cooperate. You don't want anything to happen to your family, do you?"

He had broken her. Christy shook her head, wrapped her fingers gently around his erect penis and began jerking on it, tears pouring from her eyes like a rapid drip from a leaky faucet. He might get rough and leave more marks that she would need to hide again. She didn't want to keep doing this with him and didn't want his affection. But she didn't want anything bad to happen to Dave or her family either. Why couldn't Reggie just go away and leave her alone?

"I like them panties and bra you got on. You look real sexy in them. You wear them for me, baby?"

"No, I wore them for Dave," she cried.

"Ah, that too bad. Looks like Dave went off to work and left you all alone for me again, huh? He don't appreciate you like I do, baby. You know I love you." Reggie's arm reached around her shoulders and drew her against him. "That's a good girl. You learning how to do that nicely. You like how big my cock is? Oh, yeah, that feels really good, baby."

Christy held his huge black penis in her hand, but she despised what he forced her to do with him. She stood facing Reggie in her sexy bikini briefs and bra, his arm around her, their bodies touching, her fair white skin as beautiful against his dark complexion as the moon in the night sky. Reggie was hard and muscular without a soft spot on his body.

His abnormally large cock had an almost hypnotic effect on her. Although now familiar with it, she still couldn't help studying the monstrous phallus that she stroked. It was heavy and firm, felt smooth and warm and reached all the way up Reggie's flat, washboard stomach. Pre-cum began oozing from the slit at its tip, which she used as lubricant, twirling her thumb over his sensitive glans.

"Oh, that feel real nice, baby. I like how you touching it. You know I love you, right?"

She nodded her head. A few twitches confirmed the pleasure his penis was receiving as it pulsated in her hand. It was like Christy was entering a trance. Reggie kept telling her that he loved her while forcing her to do these sexually intimate things with him and betray her husband.

Reggie noticed further improvement in Christy's technique — the tempo of her gentle tugs increasing, her caresses imitating true affection. During their times together, she had learned what he liked. She fondled his penis with seductive tenderness.

"Oh, yeah, that's it. You starting to like big black cock, huh baby?"

She briefly remembered that she despised Reggie, hated doing this with him. He was a sick bastard and Christy wished his prick would fall off.

"Oh, I gonna cum real soon, baby. Keep doing that." But Reggie actually wasn't going to let himself orgasm for her. He was merely allowing Christy to get his cock ready to fuck her, like a fluffer on the set of a porn production.

The hand job Christy was giving Reggie grew to a demeaning level. Someone unfamiliar with her situation might view her behavior as consensual. She stroked his shaft, traced her thumb around his glans, delicately rolled his heavy balls in her fingers. He had made her do these things to him multiple times before while Dave was at work. Her intimacy with Reggie had lost most of the awkwardness experienced by new sexual partners.

Reggie watched the wedding band on Christy's finger sparkle as she caressed his large penis. He reached around her back and unfastened her bra. It began sliding from her tits.

With her other arm, she caught her falling bra before it came completely off. "No, Reggie — please, not today. Just let me jerk you off this time."

"Let it go, baby. I wanna suck on your beautiful tits and you gonna let me. You don't wanna get me mad. I waited all weekend for you."

Christy reluctantly put her arm down and allowed her bra to fall the rest of the way off, revealing her light pink, quarter-sized areolae. The bruises he had previously left on her were gone. Perfection had returned to her skin like that in a flawless painting.

Reggie put his lips to her nipple and began sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh, causing it to harden. He remained focused on her young, firm breasts. "You wanna fuck again, baby? I understand Dave's working late, and you and me gotta make up for our long weekend apart."

Christy raised her head and stared at the ceiling while he continued sucking on her tits. "Oh, god, no. Don't make me do that with you again, Reggie — please."

"What you crying for, baby? We gonna make lots of love today. Once you get used to my cock again, you'll start liking it."

How could he think she ever enjoyed having sex with him? Yes, he had made her orgasm, but she couldn't help it. She hated having sex with him and never would like it, her thoughts a confusing mixture of anger, embarrassment, and guilt.

After bringing her left nipple to attention, Reggie soothingly rolled it between his fingers while moving his mouth to Christy's right one and repeating the process. Christy's young, pink nipples soon poked toward Reggie as he twirled his fingers around them and took turns suckling on each as if trying to nurse.

Christy knew the more she cooperated with Reggie, the better he would treat her. But she lost enthusiasm playing with his penis, realizing the inevitability of what was to come next.

He subtly ushered her toward the bed. Reggie had enough foreplay. It was time to take the grand prize.

"No, please," she uttered, aware of where Reggie's guiding efforts were leading. Christy awkwardly moved until she stumbled backward. She lost her footing and with his additional shove, she fell into the mattress.

Where beautiful white women rightfully belonged for black men, Reggie grabbed Christy's knees as they hung from the bed and tried separating them, but they remained locked.

"You resisting again? You best open up for me."

"Stop making me do this. I don't want to have sex with you anymore."

Forcing a privileged white woman, especially such a gorgeous one like Christy, to reluctantly take him excited Reggie. His fingers went to Christy's nipples, tightened around them and began twisting. "I guess you want it rough again, huh? This be your last chance before I really start pinching."

"Ow," she cried, her breasts beginning to ache. Recalling the last time she fought Reggie and the marks he left that she needed to hide from Dave, Christy reconsidered her resistance. "No, please don't hurt me, Reggie. I don't want it rough. I'll do what you want." She inched her legs apart to stop the pain and to avoid additional bruises that would need to be concealed.

Returning to her knees, Reggie yanked her close to the edge of the bed and shoved her legs wide open. "This is better, Christy. It's best if we don't fight. We've already done plenty of nasty things that I'm sure you don't want your husband or anyone else to ever know about, like how you like sucking my big black cock and swallowing my jism, and how much I make you cum when we fuck. You becoming my girlfriend, even if you don't want to."

His face wore a disgusting smile as he said these awful things to her. She would never be his girlfriend.

With her legs vulnerably apart, Reggie pulled her bikini briefs to the side — their delicate fabric strained in his fist like a stretched rubber band — and delved his tongue right into her soft pink flesh.

Unable to control her body's embarrassing reaction, her sweet juices began copiously flowing from her pussy into his mouth — exactly the response he sought from her.

He parted her labia, keeping her completely open, and his tongue wandered over her clit. He carefully stroked her prepuce with his thumb, exposing her super-sensitive glans. He explored her other folds that were extensions of her clitoris, his tongue licking them, his fingers gently fondling them. Reggie had learned how susceptible Christy became when he touched her the right ways long enough.

She sobbed. "Why won't you just leave us alone? You made me have sex with you all last week. I don't want to keep doing this with you. Please, it's wrong. I'm married to Dave and I don't want this."

But he kept her fully open, and wrong or not, her clit truthfully revealed something different to Reggie, growing noticeably fuller and harder from the unwanted stimulation he gave it. He would make her like it soon enough, he thought.

She felt him doing unmentionable things to her down there — things she didn't want to see. No one — not even Dave — ever touched her this way, did such perverse things to her, scrutinized her private anatomy in such humiliating detail. She would never permit anyone to do this to her. But Reggie wasn't just anyone. He was a dangerous and powerful criminal, and he did what he wanted to her, touched her private parts in such intimate and embarrassing ways.

"Oh, don't do this to me again, Reggie —p-p-please."

"You beautiful, baby," he kept reassuring her as he held her pussy stretched completely open and manipulated her most private and sensitive places. "You my girlfriend and I love you."

His words gave no solace. She didn't want his love, and her beauty wasn't his to enjoy, yet he helped himself to it anyway. He had taken away her normal life and her self-confidence, turning Christy into a victim of sexual abuse, a damaged person. He had mortally wounded her once healthy marriage by destroying its monogamy, and he kept re-inflicting these wounds, keeping them raw and infected, making them fester. Filled with shame, her thoughts screamed: Oh, god, no. I'm so sorry, Dave. He's stretching my pussy open, looking at me, touching me again!

But there was nothing she could do to stop Reggie.

He continued going down on her, licking and sucking on her clitoris. He performed oral sex on her like a starving man devouring a tasty morsel, her pussy the only delicious treat in weeks he binged upon. She squirmed beneath him, unable to move herself away from his unwanted attentions.

His mouth stayed on her vagina and she couldn't avoid receiving oral sex from him.

"Please, stop it."

"Why you crying when it feel good, baby?"

"No, I don't like it — please."

"Your wet pussy be telling me something else— the truth, so stop lying."

His tongue resumed exploring her vagina after his humiliating comment.

Christy stared at the ceiling, moans slowly infiltrating her pleas for him to stop. "No, I hate this and I hate you. Ooh... you bastard... ah, ooh...ooh, no — leave me alone. I need to look for work today. Ooh, ooh stop. No, please, not there again. Ah, aah, oh."

He kept licking and touching her clitoris, just the right way, sucking on it, and it began feeling good — really good — adding to her humiliation and frustration.

He wasn't her lover, but he came to know her like one. Every woman was unique, and during their times together Reggie had found Christy's weaknesses — the techniques that evoked physical responses he sought from her. He had learned what gave her body pleasure. He kept focusing on those susceptibilities and specific places where bundles of nerves resided, sending delicious tidal waves to her brain. He held her completely open and Christy didn't realize how candidly her body revealed what aroused it.

But Reggie observed her responses when he did something she liked — the subtle undulations her pelvis made, the way her pussy moistened like the mouth salivates for something appetizing, the change of pitch in her voice, the faint moans that infiltrated her cries, the way her hands grasped him while attempting to push him away with less determination, and how her nipples hardened. He made her clitoris engorge and become ever more receptive to touch, and he continued indulging it. He gave Christy intense sensations he knew she didn't want from him.

She arched her back. "Ooh, no, not there anymore. Ooh, you bastard — stop doing that. Ah, oh, ooh, stop touching me there like that. No, don't suck on it again. Oh, my god, don't. Ooh, I'm going to tell the police, and have you sent to jail. Ah, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh my god — no."

Her body displayed its arousal like the easily read instrument panel in a fine sports car, and Reggie almost laughed at her empty threat. Besides his promise to kill her family and friends, she was too ashamed to ever concede to anyone that she had been fucked numerous times by a gang banger, a nigger from the hood who had forced her to cum. Her orgasms filled her with guilt and made telling anyone even more difficult. No, Christy would have reported him that very first time he had taken her if she was ever going to do it.

Although Reggie felt confident that Christy would never make good on her threat and go to the police, he still needed to remind her of her place, and most importantly, keep her submissive. He briefly rose from between her legs, his hands grasping her thighs tightly and holding them spread apart, her silky juices glistening, practically dripping from his chin and lips like he had been eating luscious fruit.

Christy thought she saw sparks of anger in his deep, dark eyes as she looked up at him from the bed.

"You threaten me bitch?"

She defiantly stared at him.

He slapped her face, her head whipping sideways and an imprint of his hand remaining on her cheek. The blow was unexpected and blinding, like a strike of lightning. "Answer me, bitch."

"Ow!" She rubbed her cheek where his strike had landed, bright sparks from his smack slowly clearing from her vision like afterimages from the flash of a camera. She made a mistake and had forgotten how violent he could be when she didn't cooperate. "No Reggie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I promise I'll never tell anyone about you."

"Convince me then. Tell me you my girlfriend and that you love me."

"I'm your girlfriend and I love you," Christy sobbed. She hated saying that to him almost as much as having sex with him.

"That's right. Now keep repeating it. Remember that I own the police. I'll know if you tell anyone about me, and so will my homeboys. Real bad things will happen to your family if anything happens to me. You my girl and you belong to me. Don't forget it."

Her beautiful blue eyes remained locked to his.

"Now keep your legs open wide for me, or it gonna be rough again. You understand me?"

She brought her thumb to her lips and slowly nodded her reply, her eyes teary.

"You not gonna give any more sass. You mine. You my girlfriend and you gonna learn to like this and love me. Say it to me again."

"I love you and I'm your girlfriend," Christy cried.

"And you like what I'm doing to you because it feels good, doesn't it?

Christy silently nodded.

Now keep saying it, baby. Don't make me remind you."

She obediently lay there while he grabbed her knees with his strong hands, spread her legs wide open, and resumed orally assaulting her. He went right for her clit again, keeping her at that threshold between torture and ungodly pleasure.

She renewed her whimpers and her moans, fought her hips from rising. She hated him and the way her body yearned to respond to him. "Ooh, I'm your girlfriend... No, Reggie, please not there again. Oh, oh, no, that feels good. I love you. No, ooh, ooh, ah, ooh, I'm your girlfriend, please stop it. Ooh, ooh, I love you. Oh god don't..."

The oral sex lasted until Reggie fully ripened her for intercourse, her clit swollen hard from his unwanted attention. She rose on her elbows and looked down as he finally yanked her panties off.

"What are you doing?" she stupidly asked between her sniffles, as if she didn't already know from prior experience.

Reggie again guided her legs apart until they could open no further. He positioned his cock at her luscious entrance.

Christy's hands grasped at his hips in desperation and tried holding him off. "No, I can't have sex again, Reggie. I'm not taking birth control. I'm married to Dave and I don't want this. I don't want you to make me pregnant."

Christy didn't take birth control pills because of the side-effects and relied on Dave using condoms to avoid an untimely pregnancy. She wasn't sure exactly when her fertile period would begin.

The head of Reggie's penis slowly entered Christy's unprotected vagina anyway, despite her protests, her hands uselessly attempting to hold his hips at a distance, pushing against them, but unable to thwart his progress. Christy's eyes met his. "Please, at least use one of Dave's condoms for me this time. They're in the dresser drawer."

Reggie steadily penetrated further. "Oh, no, baby. We haven't used rubbers before and we not starting to now. You already got me spoiled on doing this with you bareback. It more intimate. I wanna feel you and I want you to feel me, not some latex barrier separating us. You very special to me and it's better this way; it's natural and we'll enjoy it more. Don't worry. I'll pull out this time, so you won't get pregnant."

Christy remembered how she was unable to control her own body the last time they had sex, the powerful orgasms he had made her have, how his withdrawal was delayed and how his big cock overfilled her pussy with semen. His penis had continued spurting even after he pulled out, leaving messy trails of slippery spunk all over her stomach like sugary glaze drizzled on a pastry.

She didn't want to experience him this way again, so intimately, his huge penis inside her. She wanted as little contact with him as possible, yet the opposite kept occurring and she was forced to share the most personal sensations with him. Against her will she was becoming more familiar with Reggie as her sexual partner than with her own husband, and it filled her with guilt and disgrace. "Reggie, please. I'll do anything else you want. I'll jerk you off; I'll suck on your cock — just not intercourse again. Take it out now before we go too far and can't stop. I don't want a baby."

Christy thought the threat of pregnancy would stop Reggie, but in reality, it made him more excited and desirous for her. What better way was there for her and her family to pay for their privileged, white lives than for him to put a black baby in her belly? He pushed more of his thick, lengthy cock into her and watched her grimace from the invasion. "It too late for that, baby. I'm already inside you and I can't stop now. Your pussy feel too good."

Reggie's voice sounded distant to Christy. She heard his words but was no longer listening to them as her attention was focused elsewhere. She responded in unison to Reggie's thrusts. He went deeper and deeper instead of pulling out. "Ow, ah, okay, ah, ah, oh." With Dave home during the weekend, it had been two days since having Reggie inside her. Her anatomy needed to adjust once more to Reggie's exceptional size, to his thick long penis advancing and separating the walls deep inside her birth canal.

He incrementally pushed more of himself into her and caused Christy to start crying out. "Ow, please. No, not too much. Ow, wait, go slower, Reggie. Oh, no more. I'm not ready yet. Oh...it's too far... hurting. Easy. Oh, oh, you're going so deep inside me. Oh, oh, ah, okay..."

With the entirety of Reggie's long, thick negro phallus inside Christy's snug vagina, her whimpers continued for a few minutes synchronized with his thrusts. The depth he reached far exceeded what Dave could achieve.

Typical of most females, Christy's vagina was amazingly adaptable. Her discomfort diminished, and her pussy soon stretched and conformed to Reggie's absurd size again. Christy welcomed the relief as her pain subsided, not fully grasping how her anatomy was changing for him.

"Wrap your legs around my ass now and start hugging me, baby. And keep telling me that you love me, how good my cock feels inside you, and that you my girlfriend. Start acting more as if you like this."

How could he ask her to do that? He sickened her, and she tried ignoring him.

For some reason Christy needed a little more encouragement today. Over the weekend she must have forgotten what he had taught her. Reggie lifted himself off her, his weight supported by only one arm and his incredible strength displayed in its bulging muscles.

For a fleeting second Christy thought he was finished and that this awful act was ending. But instead of pulling out, his huge penis stayed stubbornly embedded in her pussy, like an irritating splinter stuck under the skin. He unexpectedly slapped her face, on her other cheek this time, to get her attention and let her know he meant business. The impact sent her head in the opposite direction from his earlier strike.

"Did you hear me? Hug me and wrap your legs around my ass. Keep saying what I told you to say. I'm not gonna tell you again. Start fucking me back and act like you enjoying this!"

"Oh, god, no — I can't," Christy balled as his solid torso returned to rest on top of her. But she complied, hesitantly reaching her arms around his back and wrapping her legs around his ass.

"I'm your girlfriend and I love you, Reggie," she sobbed. "You feel so good inside me."

"That's right, keep saying it, but like you mean it, and hug me tighter, baby, like you can't get enough big black dick."

Was it possible to hate him more than she already did? In anger, her arms and legs tightened their grip to him. She was keenly aware of his gigantic penis completely filling her with his presence.

"Yeah, that's it, baby, like that. That's good. Now say them magic words."

His huge penis moved in and out of her pussy with renewed fervor and it was becoming overwhelming, like a blast of music that drowns out all other sounds.

Christy's eyes were like open dams, a flood of tears rushing from them. Instead of her husband, Reggie was inside her. Her legs remained locked around his muscular buttocks as she hugged him tightly. "I'm your girlfriend and I love you. Uh, your cock feels good. You're so deep inside me. Oh, oh, I like it.

"Please stop making me say these awful things and stop making me do this, Reggie. No... ooh...ah... oh...no..."

Reggie felt her pussy begin contracting around his cock and he grinned. Although she was reluctant to repeat what he had told her to say, more importantly her body was doing exactly what he wanted it to do.

Her hands u*********sly latched onto the big, hard muscles in his back and she gritted her teeth in angry frustration. Why did her body react this way to such a heinous act?

But her vaginal spasms defied her anger, becoming stronger and more frequent.

"You starting to enjoy my big black dick for real again, like every time we fuck, baby. I feel it in your pussy; it clenches my cock when you cum."

What Reggie said couldn't be true. But he was inside her and he could feel her having orgasms. There was no way of concealing them from him. Why couldn't she stop her body from doing this? The humiliation was unbearable. "Oh, son-of-a bitch. No, I don't want this. You're a sick, disgusting, basta............"

But before Christy could finish saying 'bastard', she drifted off in mid-sentence, her eyes becoming dreamy. "Oh, ooh... don't Reggie."

Reggie had accelerated his thrusts and altered his motions while Christy was speaking. He knew what he was doing and how to deliver himself to her. The change caught her completely off guard, his long, thick cock making firmer contact with her g-spot and creating more friction.

She was keenly aware of the lengthy travels his penis was making, sliding in and out through her tightly stretched vaginal lips, titillating the millions of nerves lining the walls of her entire birth canal. Neurons bombarded Christy's brain with signals of pleasure and a series of very powerful orgasms had snuck up on her, silencing her objections and concentrating all her attention on her pussy. The deep penetration that had caused pressure and discomfort earlier now felt exceedingly good and her entire universe took on that single focus.

"Oh, oh, ooh, uh-huh," she moaned unable to complete her thoughts.

She never orgasmed this strongly before and unintentionally hugged him even more tightly. She simply couldn't stop herself from embracing him when he made her cum like this.

"Oh Reggie, you're making me cum. You're so deep inside me. Oh, oh, don't...ah."

Moans of female arousal replaced Christy's cries of grief and her earlier sobbing had completely stopped. Their bodies remained upon each other, Reggie in her continued embrace. He felt her soft firm tits against his burly chest, her erect nipples hardening further, her pussy contracting around his cock in strong orgasmic spasms she couldn't control. "I gonna take good care of you. Keep holding me tight and keep saying what I told you to say," he whispered while kissing her neck and ear.

Christy didn't want to reply to Reggie's encouragement, but her pussy was in control and she found herself doing so anyway. "Oh, oh, okay, I love you, ah. Dave wants me to be nicer to you. I'll be your girlfriend. Your cock feels so good."

The powerful orgasms passed, and Christy returned from her sexual musings remembering that she loathed him, hated allowing him to fuck her. How could he think she really loved him or liked any of this? Why would he make her say such terrible lies to him? How could he say that he loved her — that he would take care of her? She wanted to shove him away and kick him in his gigantic testicles, even if her body was conveying a much different message.

Was Christy becoming distracted? Her hips were losing enthusiasm and subtle shoves that sought separation began interrupting her embraces. But he wasn't ready to end their union yet. "Open your pretty lips and let me give you some tongue, baby. I got a lot more love to give you and we ain't near being done yet."

They weren't making love. They were fucking, Christy thought. She closed her eyes, wishing she could ignore him and that this would all stop.

"Did you hear me? You gonna learn to like it and love me. Now hug me tighter and open your goddamn mouth for me before I beat the fucking shit out of you! Or would you prefer something bad happen to your family — your parents or Dave? Perhaps it's time for me to send my homeys a text."

She heard him and didn't want him to hit her again — or worse, hurt her family. Her lips separated, and their tongues met in her mouth. "Mmm, oh, mmm, please, no, Reggie, mmm, I don't want to do this... I don't really like it; stop making me say I do...mmm...oh, mmm...mmm. Okay...for a little while... I'll be nicer to you... just don't hurt my family or Dave...I love you. Mmm, I'm your girlfriend...your big cock feels good. Ah."

She would never enjoy this with him, even if he made her act like it, she thought. But contrary to her intentions, the spells where she forgot he was r****g her were becoming more frequent and lasting longer. She was unaware of her own reflexes and how her pelvis, with a mind of its own, resumed making coital motions. Instinct was an overwhelming force and it made her participate in the sex act.

The longer they fucked and the longer he made her hug and kiss him, the more natural all of it began to feel, like a role an actor plays many times over. I love you and I'm your girlfriend echoed in her mind like a mantra, their hips moving together once more with the rhythm of passionate dancing partners. Their lips remained locked and their tongues, like their sex organs, eagerly greeted each other. Reggie had regained Christy's attention and her universe once more collapsed around the magic they were making.

Christy had been virtuous and never dreamed of having a relationship outside of her marriage. But sex with Reggie, whom she had despised, began feeling normal and acceptable to her, as if she belonged with him as much as Dave.

Perhaps she didn't hate Reggie. Maybe she even liked him. She was becoming comfortable having intercourse with him and Dave wanted her to be nice to him. Although she remained in denial about it, she had become accustomed to Reggie's big cock. He felt really good inside her — better than Dave. There was so much more of Reggie. Reggie's thicker and deeper penetration forced her to have a physical unity with him that she never experienced with Dave. Part of her wanted to be Reggie's girl and part of her was learning to enjoy sex with him like he had said she would.

She tried to banish her horrific thoughts, remembering it wasn't love they were making. She was married to Dave and Reggie was committing one of his heinous crimes on her. He was forcing her to do this and it was sick, wicked and wrong. How could it possibly feel good?