The New Parishionerbythecryptkeeper©
"It won't hurt him. I gave him something to help him sleep soundly so you and I can have some fun tonight during Bible study. I saw how bored you were getting with that old story I was telling him," Reggie answered.
Melissa knew what Reggie meant by "Bible study" and wanted none of it. "I don't want to do that with you anymore," she said unconvincingly.
"Sure you do, baby doll, for just a little while. No one will know. It'll be real quick."
She sat in her chair, her determination wavering, Reggie next to her with his hand rubbing her inner thigh. She feared Bill would hear if she resisted. Reggie could easily hurt him.
"Come on, baby. You know you want it. Spread the good news for me," Reggie added, his hand getting closer to her pussy.
Melissa felt defeated. She paused for a moment, trying to think of something to say -- a way out of this situation -- but before she could tell Reggie to leave, his mouth locked on hers in a French kiss.
"Mmmm, mmmm" Melissa moaned while rising from the chair. Reggie held the back of her head and prevented her from breaking his kiss. The shadowy corridor, where Melissa cautiously watched with wide eyes for Bill's return, glimmered in orange with echoes of light from untended flames in the living room fireplace, like a memory of vague dreams. Reggie's other hand targeted the button on her jeans.
Anywhere but here with her husband in the other room, Melissa thought, her hands instinctively trying to block Reggie's access. How could Bill keep allowing this to happen to her? Reggie released the back of her head, devoting both his hands to the task of getting into her pants. Her butt banged into the table backing away from him.
"No, not here," Melissa whispered as Reggie succeeded in unfastening the button. "What if Bill wakes up?"
"Bill isn't waking up for eight hours, baby doll," Reggie answered, lowering her zipper as she clutched her jeans to keep them on. He pulled her hands to the monstrous bulge in his own slacks. Melissa could not stop herself from palming the long, thick contours of his member straining against the fabric as if trying to break free from a cloth prison. She knew how much discomfort his unrelieved erections caused him. This was so wrong, yet out of habit as much as passion she mindlessly unbuckled his belt to free his cock from its captivity, reaching inside his boxers and fishing it out -- like a prize catch.
Her jeans pooled around her ankles and Reggie's fingers crawled up the front of her shirt unfastening its buttons on their way to her cleavage.
"Are you sure Bill won't wake up?" Melissa whispered as he unhooked her bra. With his arm around her back, he nibbled up her neck and slipped his hand inside the front of her panties.
"Ooh, no, I really can't do this anymore," she tried to protest while gently tugging on his cock. "You've got to stop; you need to leave." Her hand slid up his bare muscular chest and pushed against it as she arched backward over the table. He jerked her panties down.
"Up on the table, baby," Reggie said his hands latching to her hips and lifting.
Seated on to the edge of the table, she watched him slide her panties off the rest of the way, ignoring her empty petitions to stop.
She fell back on her elbows and watched with a grimace as he spread her legs open -- as if Bill never returned and they were still alone in the house -- and began performing oral sex on her again. She had learned to like Reggie eating her pussy, but felt guilty with Bill in the other room.
It was supposed to be over between her and Reggie. She had convinced herself that life would return to normal once Bill was home. Melissa failed to realize, however, that normal permanently changed for her. "Oh," she whimpered, Reggie's tongue licking her clit. "I can't."
In actions contradicting her words, her elbows relaxed and she slowly lay all the way down. She stared at the chandelier hanging above them with crystals dangling from it like diamond necklaces sparkling in the sun. It was so sinful letting Reggie do this too her, but her pussy felt so good from it, flooding with moisture and drowning out that little voice in her brain urging her to stop him. Her hands gently ran over his nappy hair and held his head between her legs.
Reggie's fingers spread her labia wide as his tongue sliced through her wet folds. This beautiful, pink flower was his. She could pretend to belong to Bill, but her pussy belonged to him. He had successfully put his demons inside her; she would never rid herself of them. They were now part of her.
"Does this feel good, baby?" Reggie asked as he fed her lusts, making them fatter and hungrier.
"Ooh, ooooh, uh-huh," Melissa moaned as her pelvis began to undulate. He held her vagina stretched open -- exposed in a way it had never been for anyone else, including Bill -- and marveled at how it glistened attractively in pink. The first times he had spread her open like this, she fought him. He put her in place and kept doing it. She had cried from embarrassment and shame when his fingers held her lips apart and he gazed at her raw womanhood -- touched it and closely watched its reactions, until she no longer had anything left to hide from him.
His thumb gently stroked her clit. "You sort of like it touched now huh?" Reggie asked as she bit her fist and arched her back. I'll take care of it baby. I know you miss this."
Melissa wished she had the strength to stop him. He drained willpower from her each time they were together until she barely had any remaining -- she had spent it all like a savings account depleted on worthless investments.
She started cumming.
"That's it -- just let it go," Reggie encouraged. He knew it was difficult for her to completely acquiesce.
"Oh, God," Melissa gasped.
He scooted her to the very edge of the table, lined his dark, meaty shaft up with her entrance, and inserted just its head into her pink opening. "Do you want me to fuck you now?" he asked while drawing tight circles around her clit with his thumb.
Melissa still could not say yes. She knew deep down how immoral this was. "Oh, please don't," she helplessly exclaimed, realizing she was becoming hopelessly addicted to his cock the more he fucked her.
"I know, baby," Reggie replied sinking further into her. "It's still hard for you to come to terms with our relationship."
She turned her face away from Reggie in embarrassment and watched the multicolored images of various fruits imprinted on the white wallpaper dance as her body jerked back and forth beneath him.
Her pussy felt incredible around his cock, snugly soothing the throbbing erection he had endured while pleasuring her. "Oh yea, you're so silky wet, baby," he said. His thumb maintained tiny circles around her clit; and her stretched pussy lips gripped around his slippery shaft as it slid through them.
"Oh, oooh, oooh, don't make me cum again, Reggie," Melissa cried. She could not stop herself and her pussy began milking his cock as if hungering for its potent sperm and trying to make him cum with her. She did not want this, but he made her body do things she could not control.
Reggie loved the way her snug pussy clenched his cock even tighter in fits of pleasure when she came; he watched her eyes roll and close as she succumbed to ecstasy.
Bill slept soundly through the grunts and moans of his wife as a huge black man took her -- through the splashes from the man's big black cock diving into her pussy and claiming it. Reggie climbed on top of her and they kissed. Their enthusiastic thrusts caused the table to shake, the wine glasses and bottle to fall over and precariously roll back and forth, ever closer to the edge, as Reggie and Melissa obliviously fucked.
The wine bottle was first to jump to its death, followed by the three glasses -- one by one committing suicide by smashing into the tile floor and shattering into hundreds of sharp irreparable pieces like remnants of Melissa's now broken marriage.
Melissa and Reggie remained completely naked, like they had been most of the time Bill was away, her pussy holding an entire night's worth of Reggie's cum about to receive more as they fucked on the floor. In the dark living room shadows danced around them in quivers of orange and yellow from the glowing fireplace. She faced the flames as they warmly waved into the cold night air, her blue eyes containing their fiery reflection. His hands held her hips with her back facing him. She rode him like a black stallion, reverse cowgirl.
"Oh, please stop making me do this. Your cock doesn't belong in me," Melissa cooed with her hips gyrating like his penis was the handle to an old-fashioned coffee grinder she turned with her pussy.
"Yes it does. Oh, yea, baby. Keep working your pussy like that. It feels so good. You going to cum again for me soon?" he asked with his hands following on her hips like she was his dancing partner.
"Uh-huh," Melissa cooed. They were part of each other even though they did not belong together and she did not want to be. "Oh, Reggie," she cried fingering her clit, holding his heavy balls and climaxing again for him. "I don't know about this. It's wrong."
"It's can't be wrong if it feels this good," he countered.
Her body wanted him as badly as he wanted her. "I don't want to do this. Are you going to cum?"
"Yea, baby. I'll let you know when this time. Keep doing that with your pussy."
For the third time that evening, Reggie's penis erupted inside Melissa, spewing its warm lava of love. "Oooh, you're cumming," she observed and dismounted him, a rivulet of white jism running down his black shaft, like melted vanilla ice cream leaking from a chocolate-coated ice cream bar. She tenderly held his heavy, dark phallus -- freshly withdrawn from her pussy and slick with both their secretions -- in her petite hands and began licking the delicious cream up, running her tongue along his rod and over his cock head.
"That's it baby, just like I taught you. Yea that feels good. You like the way my cum tastes?"
"Uh-huh," Melissa moaned in reply still lapping up his cum, his giant cock so ridiculously large she needed both hands to hold it.
Melissa accompanied Reggie to his truck, the approaching dawn chasing away the evening's darkness and through barren tree branches a crescent moon stubbornly lingering on the horizon. He opened the door and she wrapped her arms around his neck -- one last goodbye kiss. They had spent the entire night fucking while her husband slept.
"What time will Bill be at work today?" Reggie asked.
Melissa hesitated for an instant, and then as if under some hypnotic trance replied, "He'll be gone by eight-thirty this morning and won't be back until six-thirty tonight."
"Good girl," Reggie grinned. "I'll see you later."
His truck pulled away with its tires kicking up bits of dirt behind it and its taillights staring back at Melissa like two evil red eyes disappearing in the distance as it drove off. She suddenly felt guilt and shame return. What was she thinking? How could she do this? She just told Reggie what time Bill would be at work so he could come fuck her again. Did she want to have an affair?
Melissa slipped into bed beside Bill while he slept. "Honey, it's time for work," she said nudging his shoulder to wake him as if she had been next to him the entire night.
Bill yawned rising from slumber: "Wow, I haven't slept that soundly in years. I was exhausted. How was Bible study with Reggie last night?" He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his gorgeous wife lying next to him coming into focus.
"Fine, I guess."
Melissa looked tired to Bill -- her blue eyes glassy and slightly blood shot, her pupils constricted to tiny dots in a ray of sunlight that cracked through the blinds and fell across her face.
"I liked him; I was impressed with his knowledge. For a black man he's pretty smart. Maybe you should study bible with him more often -- you would probably learn a few things," Bill remarked.
Again, her husband's blindness disillusioned Melissa. Reggie had fucked her with his huge black cock all night and made her cum multiple times while Bill slept. His sperm was swimming in her pussy and Bill was suggesting she spend more time with him. Bill could not imagine the perverted things Reggie forced her to learn and like by making her practice them with him. He cultivated in her a preference for big black cock, causing her to lose interest in Bill. He taught how superior black men were as lovers.
"I didn't rest well last night, honey. I'm going back to sleep," she said rolling over; she did not want to speak with Bill anymore. A black man had repeatedly taken Melissa and Bill allowed this to happen by always choosing his faith over her. She started feeling as if she belonged with Reggie and found herself actually looking forward to his visit later. He would take her again, put his big black cock back into her pussy and they would fuck all day with Bill at work.
Winter had selfishly stolen every color created by summer and fall, the grass in front of the church brown and frozen beneath a crowd of vehicles congregated on it waiting for their owners. Bill briskly walked from the warmth of his car, parked with all the others, toward the building. He looked for Reggie's red pickup truck among the vehicles still coated with morning frost, his pace hurried to escape the bitter cold, his hands buried in his pockets and the collar of his coat turned up.
The owners of all the vehicles outside gathered around a table containing coffee and doughnuts in the fellowship hall. Facing the table, the filaments in a space heater sitting on the floor produced a red glow, but their heat made little impact in the cold room. Most of the people in this group were men, but a few wives were also present to see their husbands off on the religious retreat Bill helped plan. Bob Ward stood with his attractive younger wife Kelly, the powdered sugar from a raspberry filled doughnut he just finished leaving its residue on the 45-year-old's dark mustache.
"I'm glad to see you could make it on this retreat, Bob. This is going to be a great opportunity for us men to get closer to Jesus," Bill proclaimed. "Have you seen Reggie Johnson? He said he was coming."
Bob and Kelly gave each other strange looks -- the type of looks people give one another when they share an uncomfortable secret.
"What is it?" Bill inquired of their stunned silence.
"Why don't we go talk privately in the chapel, Bill -- you me and Kelly," Bob suggested, sympathetically placing his hand on Bill's shoulder.
No one bothered turning on the lights. The overcast morning sent a murky stream of daylight through the chapel windows that only dimly reached the rear pews where they sat, their facial features hidden from one another by shadows.
"It's not our place to pry, but do you think there might be something going on between your wife and this Reggie Johnson guy?" Bob asked.
"What do you mean, something going on?" Bill crossly replied.
"Bill, you're a good strong Christian and we don't want to see you hurt," Kelly warmly interjected. "I've seen Reggie Johnson's truck in front of your house an awful lot while you're at work as well as Melissa's car at his house."
"I'm aware of that. We're all friends and they study Bible together."
"Is that what they're telling you? I saw them at the Family Foods Supermarket together buying condoms while you were in Peru. Were those condoms for you, Bill?"
Bill now shared their stunned silence from minutes ago. His mouth hung open in shock as his mind processed information. After a moment, he spoke: "This can't be right. Melissa doesn't like black men that way. She has told me before that she doesn't find them attractive. I mean she's not prejudiced or anything, but she would never commit adultery and do something like that -- especially with a black man. What you're saying can't be true. They're good strong Christians just like us."
"She didn't come to church once while you were in Peru, Bill. She hasn't been to church, except when accompanying you to Sunday services. She quit choir, hasn't been to Bible study with us, stopped attending all the meetings. She has become distant. That Reggie Johnson always seems to be near her. What does anyone really know about him? Can't you see the change in her?" Kelly replied.
Their eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, but they could almost hear the smile dropping from Bill's face and his heart pounding in his chest.
Bob placed his hand on Bill's shoulder again, "Bill, old buddy, we're sorry to be the ones to tell you this, but we can't bear watching Melissa make a fool of you in front of the entire town. Maybe you should skip this retreat and get things straight with her."
"Shit!" Melissa exclaimed. A blue "+" sign on the home pregnancy test confirmed what she had feared after mornings of nausea and missing her period. She did not need Maury Povich or a DNA test to identify the likely father. She began crying. What would she do with a black baby? How could she explain it to Bill?
The warm shower hardly soothed Melissa's anxiety. She tried not to think about her terrible predicament. She finished bathing and studied herself in a corner of the bathroom mirror where steam had begun clearing. Her tummy was still flat; her nipples pink. Aside from her morning sickness, her body showed no signs of pregnancy yet.
She used an epilator on her private areas leaving only a short, narrow strip of closely trimmed, golden brown hair on her mons pubis making her appear almost pre-pubescent. She always kept herself tidy down there out of habit, even though she was not hairy. She wondered if she would still be attractive to Reggie with a swollen belly.
Two miles away from Melissa, Reggie's truck emerged from the lifeless gray trees concealing the dirt path that led to his bungalow -- like a fiddler crab leaving its burrow in the sand -- and pulled on the main road. Unfazed by the cold morning air lingering in his cab, Reggie smiled as his truck accelerated. He anticipated spending time with Melissa free of interruptions; Bill would be gone.
Reggie could hardly wait to see Melissa in new lingerie he had ordered online that arrived yesterday evening. His dick had been hard since last night from thoughts of yanking those sexy thongs down her long legs and plunging his cock into her juicy, pink cunt. Things had been going well between them, but Reggie began noticing other young, attractive white women in this small town that also needed to discover big black cock.
Bill calmly saw that his fellow men parishioners made it off to their retreat without him, and then following Bob and Kelly's advice, hurried home, expecting to find Reggie's truck in front of his house as Kelly had predicted. He drove down the lonely, heavily wooded highway, the cold air hissing at him through a slit he left open in his driver's side window, and his fingers squeezing the steering wheel as if it was Melissa's throat. He imagined her beautiful cunt stuffed with Reggie's big black cock, her legs wrapped around his ass.
Reggie's elation equaled Bill's anger as the two men -- one black, the other white -- drove from opposite directions to the same location, to the same woman, to do very different things to her. All the essential elements were in place for a cataclysmic collision, except for one variable.
"God dam it!" Reggie exclaimed as he turned onto Melissa's driveway minutes before Bill's arrival and realized he had forgotten the new lingerie at his house.
Bill arrived home but Reggie's truck was not there and her car was still in the driveway covered with morning frost. As surely as winter blanketed the landscape with snow each year, during this season the trees deposited a layer of leaves and twigs on the ground, which loudly snapped and sounded like crackling knuckles with each footstep Bill took closer to his house. Perhaps Reggie picked her up and brought her back to his place, Bill thought. The front door was unlocked and he let it slam shut behind him, disrupting the tranquility of what appeared an empty house. He decided to see if they were at Reggie's bungalow "studying bible".