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In the evening they entered the shower together, Christy glancing at Reggie's enormous penis, which remained flaccid. Their break from sex allowed her thoughts to clear.
She recalled how they started fornicating today, Reggie fondling her in the car after she dropped Dave off. Yes, he had hit her, but there was something alluring about a man wanting her so badly that he couldn't control himself. And the sex that followed seemed like a long, wet dream.
In the shower, Reggie observed streams of water flowing down Christy's fair skin. He took the washcloth and began bathing her. His attentions went from her perky breasts, to her soft cunt and cute ass.
When they exited the shower, Reggie toweled Christy dry. They both stood naked facing each other when her phone rang. She answered it. "Hi, Dave, how was your trip to Amarillo."
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Christy still stared at Reggie when she finished the call from Dave. Reggie held out a pink thong and matching bra he found in her dresser. They were undergarments from Victoria's Secret she had bought to wear for Dave on a special occasion. "Don't know where you hiding the sexy things I got you to wear, but these look nice too. Put them on for me, baby."
Reggie stood nude watching her. She had no choice. After slipping on the sexy undergarments, she headed to her closet.
"What you going in there for?" Reggie asked.
"I need to put something else on."
"You beautiful and you wearing enough. I want to see your gorgeous body. You can sleep in those or in the nude tonight. Tomorrow morning you best be wearing that or be naked."
Exhausted from their day of sex, Christy went to bed in the undergarments Reggie had selected. The nightly visions of his tremendous cock, of her pussy drilled by it over, and over again, played in her mind like a pornographic gif file before she entered deep slumber. But the same images returned to her in a dream the next morning when Christy's journey through forgetful nothingness ended and she entered lighter sleep.
Christy awoke in Reggie's embrace, his hand on her breast. Sometime in the middle of the night, he crawled into bed with her. She could feel his enormous erection against her hip. She was uncertain if they had more sex during the night, but her panties were on and she should have woken if they had fucked.
The late-morning sunlight filtered through her closed curtains and into her bedroom. She had slept for over 12 hours. She usually never slept this long. On her dresser her wedding pictures and photographs of her family members and friends faced her, as if they had been watching all this time and had witnessed every sordid thing she had done with Reggie. Even if she wasn't married to Dave, her family would never approve of her sleeping with a black man like this. Christy carefully tried to ease away from Reggie's hold without waking him.
His right hand left her breast and slid down her smooth, firm tummy. He took in a deep breath and exhaled with his eyes still closed.
Christy dreaded where Reggie's hand seemed to be going, but it stopped at the waistband of her thong.
He resumed lightly sleeping.
She remained motionless. She wanted to sneak out of bed, find the car keys and get away. But she still didn't know where she would go.
She had allowed things with Reggie to go too far for too long. She was in bed sleeping with him, wearing a thong from Victoria's Secret. Their sex was becoming consensual. How could she have let this happen?
Christy felt trapped. She loved Dave and didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to be taken by Reggie anymore. But strangely she no longer hated Reggie. Christy knew how beautiful she was. Perhaps Reggie really couldn't control himself with her. The same haunting question persisted: what if she became pregnant? She was unsure of her cycle and didn't recall exactly when she had started her last period.
She tried to slowly roll on her side without waking Reggie. His hand held her firmly and would not let her move.
He was awake. His hand went into Christy's thong where she had feared it would go all along.
"Please... no. I can't keep doing this with you, Reggie. We're taking too many chances and I could get pregnant. Don't make me have sex again." Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and tried stopping him.
Reggie's morning erection begged him for relief. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take it out before I cum, just like I did yesterday. I love you." His fingers explored her folds and located her clitoris.
"Please, Reggie, no, not again. We can't do this without contraception."
She was already wet for him. She loved to have her clit stroked and it eroded her willpower. She would soon come around. He masturbated Christy until her cries became faint moans. He moved the thin silk strip of her thong aside, carefully stretched her glistening labia open, and placed the head of his cock to her moist pink opening.
"Please, Reggie, no more. Dave and I have been using condoms because we can't afford a baby right now, and you keep doing this without any protection."
"I can't help it, baby. My hard-ons hurt real bad in the morning, and I need you to help me relieve this one. You know I love you. That's why my dick keeps getting this way. It does this because of you. You the one that make me hard like this. I promise I'll take it out before I cum."
"Can't I just play with it and suck on it for you this time?"
She had become adept at giving him oral sex and fondling his penis the way he liked. But nothing was as good as a white girl's pussy, especially in the morning. He would let her suck on his cock later, but he wanted to fuck her now.
It was like Reggie didn't hear her. She felt him hold her vaginal lips open and insert his penis into her anyway. She was already very wet for him. "Ooh, ooh, ah, just for a little while then, okay, Reggie?"
He still didn't respond to Christy. He just went deeper inside her.
Christy wished Dave's condoms had fit Reggie. Uneasy with their genitals having direct contact, she was becoming more complaisant and accustomed to the enhanced intimacy, the sensations his larger penis gave to her without the use of barrier protection. Dave's penis was small in comparison, and he always wore condoms to avoid impregnating her.
"Oh, no, Reggie, I can't." Christy's mouth remained agape and her fingers dug into Reggie's muscular chest.
He began gyrating his hips and grinding up against her clitoris. "Tell me how it feel, baby."
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, please," she moaned as his cock filled her. She couldn't deny him a response, couldn't help herself any longer — "Oh god, it feels good like that. Oh, yes, right there. Ooh, Reggie..."
Christy lay beneath his large frame, instinctively responding to the presence of his enormous penis deep inside her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his back and locked her legs around his ass — without his threats or brute force coercing her — the same way he had once made her do to him unwillingly in the past.
Her pussy contracted rhythmically, as if trying to encourage him to ejaculate. She had become a little more comfortable and complicit with Reggie each time they fucked, and now she was practically his.
Dave allowed Reggie to move in with them and do this to her. Reggie had said he loved her, and strangely, she wanted to believe him. He had promised to pull out before he came this time. All she had to do was act like she loved him, like she wanted him, like his real girlfriend, and treat him nicely. But she would only pretend, Christy convinced herself as her excitement built. She began to orgasm again, and Reggie stuck his tongue in her mouth. He kissed her while she came for him.
After a moment of indulgence Christy turned her face away, as if awakening from a trance and realizing that what she was doing was wrong. "No, Reggie, I can't do this with you."
Reggie grabbed her chin and forced his tongue back in her mouth.
She arched her back, then her arms softly embraced him again. "Mm-mph, mmmm. Oh, I'm cumming, Reggie. I'm your girlfriend and I love you. Mmmm. You feel so good inside me."
She was not acting anymore. The kiss and the hug were real. Christy was surrendering and accepting what she had fought against for so long. She was in midst of orgasm, their genitals already shared each other, so what difference did the kiss and all the rest of it make?
"I'm gonna cum too, baby. You gonna show me that you love me by swallowing it if I pull out?"
It was better to swallow his cum than risk unwanted pregnancy, Christy rationalized. But actually, she liked giving him head even though she could never admit it to herself. Reggie's cum contained enormous amounts of testosterone and other powerful hormones pleasurable to women. "Uh-huh, I want to suck on it and taste you. Please let me suck your cock, Reggie."
He pulled out of her. Christy left the bed, got on her knees as he stood before her, and placed her lips around the head of his penis. She gripped his shaft in her soft fingers and began slowly pumping it. His cock began squirting his rich cream into her mouth and she swallowed all of it. "Mmm, oh, mmm, mmm."
With one hand holding Reggie's enormous shaft, she ran her lips up and down it the way he had taught her, while her other hand gently fondled his big, heavy testicles.
Yesterday morning, she had tried to kick his testicles in what was her final attempt to escape victimization. But she had suffered crushing defeat in that battle, and today she was a conquered woman rightfully caressing his hefty, sperm-filled gonads for him instead. Residual cum trickled down his shaft and over her hand like melted wax running down a candle. She licked it up and her lips returned to the head of his cock.
With eyes closed and mouth agape, she affectionately held his massive black penis, longer than her entire head in length, against her creamy white cheek and sighed, his cock having spent its load only beginning to lose rigidity. Christy felt like she was intoxicated. "Oh, Reggie, you came so much this time. Do you feel better now?"
"Oh, yeah, that felt good, baby. Thank you. My balls ached, and I needed to cum real bad. I love you so much."
"Oh, I love you too," Christy replied, not realizing what she was saying under his spell and in their moment of fading passion.
Alone sitting on the bed as he showered, Christy came to her senses and wondered how much longer this might continue. Would Reggie ever leave her alone? She couldn't run from him or stop him, and she couldn't tell her husband or the police anymore. She had crossed a line with Reggie. She had admitted to him that he felt good and that she loved him, and it had seemed true at the time.
Even though her dislike for him was wavering, she didn't mean any of those things she had said. It was only an act. Reggie had made her say them. She would never betray Dave like that. She hated herself for not fighting harder to stop Reggie; for repeatedly having intercourse with him. But part of her also hated Dave for letting all of this happen to her.
She saw the open rubber she had dropped yesterday still on the floor. Dave might notice it missing when he returned. She needed to replace it and find a larger size for Reggie to use with her. Unprotected sex with Reggie was like playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun. From the amount of semen he ejaculated, he was probably virile enough to make a woman pregnant just by liking her on Facebook.
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Still without her keys, Christy accompanied Reggie as he drove her car into town.
"What do you need at the store?" he asked.
Christy turned to Reggie, her beautiful blue eyes meeting his. "I need to replace Dave's condom that we tried using yesterday, so he won't find out about us."
It sounded like she was trying to protect their relationship and keep it secret from her husband and this brought a smile to Reggie's face. "I know where to go, baby."
Reggie took Christy to a pharmacy in his old neighborhood. Once near their destination, he parked Christy's car on the side of the street a couple of blocks from the store and they walked the rest of the way.
It was a pleasant day, but Christy didn't like this part of town filled with abandoned buildings that were covered in strange graffiti marking the territories of rivaling street gangs. African-Americans everywhere all seemed to stare at her. Blue eyes and blond hair were an uncommon combination in these parts, making her a rarity. A number of people recognized Reggie behind the sunglasses and baseball cap he wore, greeting him like some sort of local hero.
Once inside the pharmacy, Reggie led Christy to the contraceptives.
She located Dave's brand of condoms, and then searched for a size large enough for Reggie. Christy found herself in a dilemma. Purchasing condoms for Reggie seemed like she was consenting to sex with him. But if she didn't purchase the rubbers and things continued, which seemed almost certain, she risked pregnancy. Neither choice was desirable.
She pulled Dave's brand of condoms from the shelf and the largest size she could find for Reggie.
"The smallest and largest rubbers we sell," the elderly black pharmacist commented beneath his breath while shaking his head. Reggie Johnson always seemed to find the prettiest women to fuck and this one was the hottest thing yet. They always seemed to be classy white women too. Reggie must have liked vanilla. The pharmacist rang up Christy's purchases, purposefully taking special notice of the Magnum size XXXL condoms before bagging them. Observing the wedding band on her finger and Reggie standing right behind her wearing a smile that reached both of his ears, the pharmacist chuckled guessing who the Magnum XXXLs were for. "That'll be $32.70."
"I'll pay for them," Reggie offered.
Christy wanted to die from embarrassment. The pharmacist knew Reggie was fucking her. She saw him looking at the two different boxes of condoms and laughing at the large ones she was purchasing for Reggie.
Reggie pulled an enormous bundle of cash from his pocket, causing Christy's eyes to grow wide.
"It's good seeing you again, Joe. Keep the change," Reggie said, handing the pharmacist a one-hundred-dollar bill.
At least the pharmacist didn't know who she was, Christy thought as she left with Reggie's arm around her.
It seemed like the longest movie she had ever watched on TV. She sat on the couch cuddled with Reggie, very conscious of his arm around her shoulders. She wasn't his girlfriend; she was Dave's wife. But Dave wasn't here to prevent this from happening. It still felt wrong petting with Reggie and part of her had wanted to tell him to stop, but another part of her liked it.
"I'm tired. I think I'll go to go to bed," she announced, rising from the couch and escaping from his overly affectionate arm as soon as the movie ended. She couldn't even remember what the film was about. She briefly noticed the huge bulge that had formed in Reggie's pants again. She had caused him to have another hard-on, but perhaps he could relieve it himself tonight.
"Christy," he called as she had started walking away from him.
She turned and thought she saw a compassion in his eyes she had never noticed in them before.
"I know you think I'm a monster. I've done some bad things to you and I'm sorry about that, but I'm not a bad person. I couldn't help myself. I wanted you so much and I didn't know how to get you. But I'm kind to my friends and people I love. And I love you. I'll take care of you. Can we start over? I'll always be nice to you if you nice to me, okay?"
She didn't know what to say to him. It was late and she was tired. She forced a smile. Maybe she cared for him, but she wasn't sure. "Okay," she softly replied and went to her room.
Christy's thoughts briefly kept her awake as she lay in bed waiting for sleep. She didn't need the condoms she had bought yet. After their trip to the pharmacy, she and Reggie had performed oral sex on each other but did not have actual intercourse since that morning when they relieved his painful erection. They had a long conversation today and a better understanding of each other. After what he had done to her, it seemed like they could never be friends, but it was happening anyway. In fact, they were becoming more than friends. There was a lot of heavy petting on the couch during that long movie. Would Reggie find his way into her bed this evening? The erection she had left him with was likely bothering him.
After a few hours, the amnesia of deep sleep faded, and erotic images of Reggie making love to her occupied Christy's slumber. She thought she was having a recurring wet dream. But when she awoke Reggie was beside her and his hand was inside her panties working her clitoris.
While she was u*********s, Reggie had brought her close to orgasm. She was wet and aroused.
"Reggie, I can't keep doing this with you." But she raised her hips, betraying herself.
Reggie slid her silk panties down her legs and lost them in the sheets as she lay completely naked. At least she was ready for him this time, she thought. She reached for the box of Magnum XXXL condoms sitting on her nightstand and timidly handed one to him.
"What the hell is this for?"
"For me, please use it."
Reggie took the condom from her and tossed it across the room like discarded trash. "Sorry, baby, I love you too much to use that."
"What? But you said you would wear one for me yesterday, Reggie."
"Yesterday was different, a one-shot deal, and Dave's rubber didn't fit me. I told you before that you special to me and it feels better without them. I want us feel each other and I want this to be as pleasant and intimate as possible because I love you, baby."
He kept saying that he loved her, but did he mean it? Oddly enough, she found herself wanting to believe him. "I know it feels better, Reggie. But this is wrong, and we need to use protection. You know I'm married to Dave and we shouldn't be doing this."
Reggie inserted his uncovered penis into her, male and female reproductive organs representing their two races intermingling, their body fluids beginning to mix like ingredients in batter. She felt all of him keenly with no barrier between them.
Part of Christy was glad Reggie refused the condom. Sex without that boundary was better, and deep down she was growing to want that kind of intimacy with him even if another part of her knew better.
"I'm married. If we don't stop, I'll get pregnant and then Dave will know about us."
Reggie ignored her briefly and continued thrusting his massive black phallus into her slippery pink opening before reassuring her. "Don't worry about getting pregnant, baby. I told you I'll pull out, and if anything does happen, I'll always take good care of you. I love you."
"Oh," Christy exclaimed, Reggie's huge unprotected cock creating delightful sensations far too intense to refuse. She was married to Dave, but his small size could never pleasure her like this. She didn't know how or why she had acquired this desire for Reggie and his large penis.
"Oh, ah, okay Reggie, I'm your girlfriend and I love you. I want you inside me."
Moonlight poured in through the window as Reggie watched Christy writhe beneath him, finally drained of all willpower, accepting her fate as his girlfriend and surrendering to female instincts.
"Oh, oh, please. I'm your girlfriend. Oh, I love you. Ah... oh. I'm your girlfriend; I love you. You feel so good inside me."
Christy liked to cum; and nothing made women cum more than big black cock. Make a woman cum enough times on a big black cock and it became habit. He put his mouth over her lips and his long tongue found its way down her throat.
Christy made muffled cries of erotic passion into his mouth as her soft hands, that briefly pushed against his brown, muscular pecs, slid around him and embraced him, the mantra he had made her learn replaying in her mind: I am his girlfriend and I love him. He feels so good inside me. "Mmmm."
She locked her legs around Reggie's ass the way he had taught her.
How would Dave react if he saw his beautiful wife behaving this way, rutting with a big black stud? Dave could have intervened and stopped this from happening, but now his wife had been spoiled by repeated force-feedings and Christy hungered for Reggie's grade "A" negro dick.
Reggie felt Christy's silky pussy throbbing around his black baby maker. Her hips twisted and turned, rose and fell in reply to his thrusts as their bodies communicated pleasure to each other. She wasn't too good for niggers anymore, Reggie thought.
Reggie finally removed his tongue from her mouth. "I gonna cum soon, baby. You wanna suck on it again?"
Christy had lost control, couldn't stop grinding her pussy into Reggie's cock. "Oh... ah... it doesn't matter anymore," she heaved. "I love you and you can cum inside me if you want. Ooh, ah, I'm your girlfriend. Your big cock is so deep inside me," she repeated.
Reggie ejaculated copiously.
Her pussy milked his cock as if relishing every bit of sperm from him.
She no longer cared that Reggie filled her with his cum. The more they fucked, the better Reggie felt and the more agreeable she became towards him. She couldn't resist him anymore. She wanted him to stay inside her forever.
In the bright moonlight, extremely wet and messy from lovemaking, Christy observed how beautifully their two bodies contrasted: Reggie's hard muscles, her toned yet gentle curves; his dark complexion, her fair skin. They complemented each other perfectly, it seemed — like the moon in the night sky.
Dave didn't ever have to know about Reggie, and as Reggie had said, what Dave didn't know didn't happen. She was Reggie's girlfriend and he could have her when Dave was away. Exhausted from their wild sex, and now secure in Reggie's embrace, she drifted back to sleep having completed the transition from Reggie's **** victim to his consenting partner.
She recalled how they started fornicating today, Reggie fondling her in the car after she dropped Dave off. Yes, he had hit her, but there was something alluring about a man wanting her so badly that he couldn't control himself. And the sex that followed seemed like a long, wet dream.
In the shower, Reggie observed streams of water flowing down Christy's fair skin. He took the washcloth and began bathing her. His attentions went from her perky breasts, to her soft cunt and cute ass.
When they exited the shower, Reggie toweled Christy dry. They both stood naked facing each other when her phone rang. She answered it. "Hi, Dave, how was your trip to Amarillo."
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Christy still stared at Reggie when she finished the call from Dave. Reggie held out a pink thong and matching bra he found in her dresser. They were undergarments from Victoria's Secret she had bought to wear for Dave on a special occasion. "Don't know where you hiding the sexy things I got you to wear, but these look nice too. Put them on for me, baby."
Reggie stood nude watching her. She had no choice. After slipping on the sexy undergarments, she headed to her closet.
"What you going in there for?" Reggie asked.
"I need to put something else on."
"You beautiful and you wearing enough. I want to see your gorgeous body. You can sleep in those or in the nude tonight. Tomorrow morning you best be wearing that or be naked."
Exhausted from their day of sex, Christy went to bed in the undergarments Reggie had selected. The nightly visions of his tremendous cock, of her pussy drilled by it over, and over again, played in her mind like a pornographic gif file before she entered deep slumber. But the same images returned to her in a dream the next morning when Christy's journey through forgetful nothingness ended and she entered lighter sleep.
Christy awoke in Reggie's embrace, his hand on her breast. Sometime in the middle of the night, he crawled into bed with her. She could feel his enormous erection against her hip. She was uncertain if they had more sex during the night, but her panties were on and she should have woken if they had fucked.
The late-morning sunlight filtered through her closed curtains and into her bedroom. She had slept for over 12 hours. She usually never slept this long. On her dresser her wedding pictures and photographs of her family members and friends faced her, as if they had been watching all this time and had witnessed every sordid thing she had done with Reggie. Even if she wasn't married to Dave, her family would never approve of her sleeping with a black man like this. Christy carefully tried to ease away from Reggie's hold without waking him.
His right hand left her breast and slid down her smooth, firm tummy. He took in a deep breath and exhaled with his eyes still closed.
Christy dreaded where Reggie's hand seemed to be going, but it stopped at the waistband of her thong.
He resumed lightly sleeping.
She remained motionless. She wanted to sneak out of bed, find the car keys and get away. But she still didn't know where she would go.
She had allowed things with Reggie to go too far for too long. She was in bed sleeping with him, wearing a thong from Victoria's Secret. Their sex was becoming consensual. How could she have let this happen?
Christy felt trapped. She loved Dave and didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to be taken by Reggie anymore. But strangely she no longer hated Reggie. Christy knew how beautiful she was. Perhaps Reggie really couldn't control himself with her. The same haunting question persisted: what if she became pregnant? She was unsure of her cycle and didn't recall exactly when she had started her last period.
She tried to slowly roll on her side without waking Reggie. His hand held her firmly and would not let her move.
He was awake. His hand went into Christy's thong where she had feared it would go all along.
"Please... no. I can't keep doing this with you, Reggie. We're taking too many chances and I could get pregnant. Don't make me have sex again." Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and tried stopping him.
Reggie's morning erection begged him for relief. "Don't worry, baby. I'll take it out before I cum, just like I did yesterday. I love you." His fingers explored her folds and located her clitoris.
"Please, Reggie, no, not again. We can't do this without contraception."
She was already wet for him. She loved to have her clit stroked and it eroded her willpower. She would soon come around. He masturbated Christy until her cries became faint moans. He moved the thin silk strip of her thong aside, carefully stretched her glistening labia open, and placed the head of his cock to her moist pink opening.
"Please, Reggie, no more. Dave and I have been using condoms because we can't afford a baby right now, and you keep doing this without any protection."
"I can't help it, baby. My hard-ons hurt real bad in the morning, and I need you to help me relieve this one. You know I love you. That's why my dick keeps getting this way. It does this because of you. You the one that make me hard like this. I promise I'll take it out before I cum."
"Can't I just play with it and suck on it for you this time?"
She had become adept at giving him oral sex and fondling his penis the way he liked. But nothing was as good as a white girl's pussy, especially in the morning. He would let her suck on his cock later, but he wanted to fuck her now.
It was like Reggie didn't hear her. She felt him hold her vaginal lips open and insert his penis into her anyway. She was already very wet for him. "Ooh, ooh, ah, just for a little while then, okay, Reggie?"
He still didn't respond to Christy. He just went deeper inside her.
Christy wished Dave's condoms had fit Reggie. Uneasy with their genitals having direct contact, she was becoming more complaisant and accustomed to the enhanced intimacy, the sensations his larger penis gave to her without the use of barrier protection. Dave's penis was small in comparison, and he always wore condoms to avoid impregnating her.
"Oh, no, Reggie, I can't." Christy's mouth remained agape and her fingers dug into Reggie's muscular chest.
He began gyrating his hips and grinding up against her clitoris. "Tell me how it feel, baby."
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, please," she moaned as his cock filled her. She couldn't deny him a response, couldn't help herself any longer — "Oh god, it feels good like that. Oh, yes, right there. Ooh, Reggie..."
Christy lay beneath his large frame, instinctively responding to the presence of his enormous penis deep inside her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his back and locked her legs around his ass — without his threats or brute force coercing her — the same way he had once made her do to him unwillingly in the past.
Her pussy contracted rhythmically, as if trying to encourage him to ejaculate. She had become a little more comfortable and complicit with Reggie each time they fucked, and now she was practically his.
Dave allowed Reggie to move in with them and do this to her. Reggie had said he loved her, and strangely, she wanted to believe him. He had promised to pull out before he came this time. All she had to do was act like she loved him, like she wanted him, like his real girlfriend, and treat him nicely. But she would only pretend, Christy convinced herself as her excitement built. She began to orgasm again, and Reggie stuck his tongue in her mouth. He kissed her while she came for him.
After a moment of indulgence Christy turned her face away, as if awakening from a trance and realizing that what she was doing was wrong. "No, Reggie, I can't do this with you."
Reggie grabbed her chin and forced his tongue back in her mouth.
She arched her back, then her arms softly embraced him again. "Mm-mph, mmmm. Oh, I'm cumming, Reggie. I'm your girlfriend and I love you. Mmmm. You feel so good inside me."
She was not acting anymore. The kiss and the hug were real. Christy was surrendering and accepting what she had fought against for so long. She was in midst of orgasm, their genitals already shared each other, so what difference did the kiss and all the rest of it make?
"I'm gonna cum too, baby. You gonna show me that you love me by swallowing it if I pull out?"
It was better to swallow his cum than risk unwanted pregnancy, Christy rationalized. But actually, she liked giving him head even though she could never admit it to herself. Reggie's cum contained enormous amounts of testosterone and other powerful hormones pleasurable to women. "Uh-huh, I want to suck on it and taste you. Please let me suck your cock, Reggie."
He pulled out of her. Christy left the bed, got on her knees as he stood before her, and placed her lips around the head of his penis. She gripped his shaft in her soft fingers and began slowly pumping it. His cock began squirting his rich cream into her mouth and she swallowed all of it. "Mmm, oh, mmm, mmm."
With one hand holding Reggie's enormous shaft, she ran her lips up and down it the way he had taught her, while her other hand gently fondled his big, heavy testicles.
Yesterday morning, she had tried to kick his testicles in what was her final attempt to escape victimization. But she had suffered crushing defeat in that battle, and today she was a conquered woman rightfully caressing his hefty, sperm-filled gonads for him instead. Residual cum trickled down his shaft and over her hand like melted wax running down a candle. She licked it up and her lips returned to the head of his cock.
With eyes closed and mouth agape, she affectionately held his massive black penis, longer than her entire head in length, against her creamy white cheek and sighed, his cock having spent its load only beginning to lose rigidity. Christy felt like she was intoxicated. "Oh, Reggie, you came so much this time. Do you feel better now?"
"Oh, yeah, that felt good, baby. Thank you. My balls ached, and I needed to cum real bad. I love you so much."
"Oh, I love you too," Christy replied, not realizing what she was saying under his spell and in their moment of fading passion.
Alone sitting on the bed as he showered, Christy came to her senses and wondered how much longer this might continue. Would Reggie ever leave her alone? She couldn't run from him or stop him, and she couldn't tell her husband or the police anymore. She had crossed a line with Reggie. She had admitted to him that he felt good and that she loved him, and it had seemed true at the time.
Even though her dislike for him was wavering, she didn't mean any of those things she had said. It was only an act. Reggie had made her say them. She would never betray Dave like that. She hated herself for not fighting harder to stop Reggie; for repeatedly having intercourse with him. But part of her also hated Dave for letting all of this happen to her.
She saw the open rubber she had dropped yesterday still on the floor. Dave might notice it missing when he returned. She needed to replace it and find a larger size for Reggie to use with her. Unprotected sex with Reggie was like playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun. From the amount of semen he ejaculated, he was probably virile enough to make a woman pregnant just by liking her on Facebook.
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Still without her keys, Christy accompanied Reggie as he drove her car into town.
"What do you need at the store?" he asked.
Christy turned to Reggie, her beautiful blue eyes meeting his. "I need to replace Dave's condom that we tried using yesterday, so he won't find out about us."
It sounded like she was trying to protect their relationship and keep it secret from her husband and this brought a smile to Reggie's face. "I know where to go, baby."
Reggie took Christy to a pharmacy in his old neighborhood. Once near their destination, he parked Christy's car on the side of the street a couple of blocks from the store and they walked the rest of the way.
It was a pleasant day, but Christy didn't like this part of town filled with abandoned buildings that were covered in strange graffiti marking the territories of rivaling street gangs. African-Americans everywhere all seemed to stare at her. Blue eyes and blond hair were an uncommon combination in these parts, making her a rarity. A number of people recognized Reggie behind the sunglasses and baseball cap he wore, greeting him like some sort of local hero.
Once inside the pharmacy, Reggie led Christy to the contraceptives.
She located Dave's brand of condoms, and then searched for a size large enough for Reggie. Christy found herself in a dilemma. Purchasing condoms for Reggie seemed like she was consenting to sex with him. But if she didn't purchase the rubbers and things continued, which seemed almost certain, she risked pregnancy. Neither choice was desirable.
She pulled Dave's brand of condoms from the shelf and the largest size she could find for Reggie.
"The smallest and largest rubbers we sell," the elderly black pharmacist commented beneath his breath while shaking his head. Reggie Johnson always seemed to find the prettiest women to fuck and this one was the hottest thing yet. They always seemed to be classy white women too. Reggie must have liked vanilla. The pharmacist rang up Christy's purchases, purposefully taking special notice of the Magnum size XXXL condoms before bagging them. Observing the wedding band on her finger and Reggie standing right behind her wearing a smile that reached both of his ears, the pharmacist chuckled guessing who the Magnum XXXLs were for. "That'll be $32.70."
"I'll pay for them," Reggie offered.
Christy wanted to die from embarrassment. The pharmacist knew Reggie was fucking her. She saw him looking at the two different boxes of condoms and laughing at the large ones she was purchasing for Reggie.
Reggie pulled an enormous bundle of cash from his pocket, causing Christy's eyes to grow wide.
"It's good seeing you again, Joe. Keep the change," Reggie said, handing the pharmacist a one-hundred-dollar bill.
At least the pharmacist didn't know who she was, Christy thought as she left with Reggie's arm around her.
It seemed like the longest movie she had ever watched on TV. She sat on the couch cuddled with Reggie, very conscious of his arm around her shoulders. She wasn't his girlfriend; she was Dave's wife. But Dave wasn't here to prevent this from happening. It still felt wrong petting with Reggie and part of her had wanted to tell him to stop, but another part of her liked it.
"I'm tired. I think I'll go to go to bed," she announced, rising from the couch and escaping from his overly affectionate arm as soon as the movie ended. She couldn't even remember what the film was about. She briefly noticed the huge bulge that had formed in Reggie's pants again. She had caused him to have another hard-on, but perhaps he could relieve it himself tonight.
"Christy," he called as she had started walking away from him.
She turned and thought she saw a compassion in his eyes she had never noticed in them before.
"I know you think I'm a monster. I've done some bad things to you and I'm sorry about that, but I'm not a bad person. I couldn't help myself. I wanted you so much and I didn't know how to get you. But I'm kind to my friends and people I love. And I love you. I'll take care of you. Can we start over? I'll always be nice to you if you nice to me, okay?"
She didn't know what to say to him. It was late and she was tired. She forced a smile. Maybe she cared for him, but she wasn't sure. "Okay," she softly replied and went to her room.
Christy's thoughts briefly kept her awake as she lay in bed waiting for sleep. She didn't need the condoms she had bought yet. After their trip to the pharmacy, she and Reggie had performed oral sex on each other but did not have actual intercourse since that morning when they relieved his painful erection. They had a long conversation today and a better understanding of each other. After what he had done to her, it seemed like they could never be friends, but it was happening anyway. In fact, they were becoming more than friends. There was a lot of heavy petting on the couch during that long movie. Would Reggie find his way into her bed this evening? The erection she had left him with was likely bothering him.
After a few hours, the amnesia of deep sleep faded, and erotic images of Reggie making love to her occupied Christy's slumber. She thought she was having a recurring wet dream. But when she awoke Reggie was beside her and his hand was inside her panties working her clitoris.
While she was u*********s, Reggie had brought her close to orgasm. She was wet and aroused.
"Reggie, I can't keep doing this with you." But she raised her hips, betraying herself.
Reggie slid her silk panties down her legs and lost them in the sheets as she lay completely naked. At least she was ready for him this time, she thought. She reached for the box of Magnum XXXL condoms sitting on her nightstand and timidly handed one to him.
"What the hell is this for?"
"For me, please use it."
Reggie took the condom from her and tossed it across the room like discarded trash. "Sorry, baby, I love you too much to use that."
"What? But you said you would wear one for me yesterday, Reggie."
"Yesterday was different, a one-shot deal, and Dave's rubber didn't fit me. I told you before that you special to me and it feels better without them. I want us feel each other and I want this to be as pleasant and intimate as possible because I love you, baby."
He kept saying that he loved her, but did he mean it? Oddly enough, she found herself wanting to believe him. "I know it feels better, Reggie. But this is wrong, and we need to use protection. You know I'm married to Dave and we shouldn't be doing this."
Reggie inserted his uncovered penis into her, male and female reproductive organs representing their two races intermingling, their body fluids beginning to mix like ingredients in batter. She felt all of him keenly with no barrier between them.
Part of Christy was glad Reggie refused the condom. Sex without that boundary was better, and deep down she was growing to want that kind of intimacy with him even if another part of her knew better.
"I'm married. If we don't stop, I'll get pregnant and then Dave will know about us."
Reggie ignored her briefly and continued thrusting his massive black phallus into her slippery pink opening before reassuring her. "Don't worry about getting pregnant, baby. I told you I'll pull out, and if anything does happen, I'll always take good care of you. I love you."
"Oh," Christy exclaimed, Reggie's huge unprotected cock creating delightful sensations far too intense to refuse. She was married to Dave, but his small size could never pleasure her like this. She didn't know how or why she had acquired this desire for Reggie and his large penis.
"Oh, ah, okay Reggie, I'm your girlfriend and I love you. I want you inside me."
Moonlight poured in through the window as Reggie watched Christy writhe beneath him, finally drained of all willpower, accepting her fate as his girlfriend and surrendering to female instincts.
"Oh, oh, please. I'm your girlfriend. Oh, I love you. Ah... oh. I'm your girlfriend; I love you. You feel so good inside me."
Christy liked to cum; and nothing made women cum more than big black cock. Make a woman cum enough times on a big black cock and it became habit. He put his mouth over her lips and his long tongue found its way down her throat.
Christy made muffled cries of erotic passion into his mouth as her soft hands, that briefly pushed against his brown, muscular pecs, slid around him and embraced him, the mantra he had made her learn replaying in her mind: I am his girlfriend and I love him. He feels so good inside me. "Mmmm."
She locked her legs around Reggie's ass the way he had taught her.
How would Dave react if he saw his beautiful wife behaving this way, rutting with a big black stud? Dave could have intervened and stopped this from happening, but now his wife had been spoiled by repeated force-feedings and Christy hungered for Reggie's grade "A" negro dick.
Reggie felt Christy's silky pussy throbbing around his black baby maker. Her hips twisted and turned, rose and fell in reply to his thrusts as their bodies communicated pleasure to each other. She wasn't too good for niggers anymore, Reggie thought.
Reggie finally removed his tongue from her mouth. "I gonna cum soon, baby. You wanna suck on it again?"
Christy had lost control, couldn't stop grinding her pussy into Reggie's cock. "Oh... ah... it doesn't matter anymore," she heaved. "I love you and you can cum inside me if you want. Ooh, ah, I'm your girlfriend. Your big cock is so deep inside me," she repeated.
Reggie ejaculated copiously.
Her pussy milked his cock as if relishing every bit of sperm from him.
She no longer cared that Reggie filled her with his cum. The more they fucked, the better Reggie felt and the more agreeable she became towards him. She couldn't resist him anymore. She wanted him to stay inside her forever.
In the bright moonlight, extremely wet and messy from lovemaking, Christy observed how beautifully their two bodies contrasted: Reggie's hard muscles, her toned yet gentle curves; his dark complexion, her fair skin. They complemented each other perfectly, it seemed — like the moon in the night sky.
Dave didn't ever have to know about Reggie, and as Reggie had said, what Dave didn't know didn't happen. She was Reggie's girlfriend and he could have her when Dave was away. Exhausted from their wild sex, and now secure in Reggie's embrace, she drifted back to sleep having completed the transition from Reggie's **** victim to his consenting partner.
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