The New Parishioner

"Remember I Love You and I am ALWAYS FAITHFULLY YOURS,

"Melissa"

Reggie sealed her letter in an envelope and made her put a lipstick imprint of her kiss on it.

When Melissa finished the letter, Reggie pulled her into his burly arms, and their naked bodies touched. She recoiled slightly from his big flaccid cock pushing against her tummy as he hugged her.

His huge black organ frequently visited deep inside her birth canal over the past week. It robbed all her dignity making her violently cum for him. She dreaded having sex with Reggie again, especially after what he just made her write to Bill, her actual husband.

Melissa grieved over the last part of that letter's closing, '...always faithfully yours' because it was no longer true.

Reggie had forced Melissa to eat forbidden fruit with him, share the taste of his lust for her flesh and commit horribly sinful acts that opened her eyes. Melissa understood the perverse double meanings woven throughout the note Reggie made her write to Bill.

Fortunately, Bill was still pure, trusting of her and far too naive to see through Reggie's veiled references.

"Would you like to go to town to mail this and get some supplies?" Reggie asked almost conciliatorily.

Relieved that at least for now Reggie was not about to invade her pussy with his huge black cock again, her tiny body relaxed in his arms. She looked up into his strong dark face with her limpid blue eyes and nodded.

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It was a raw, gloomy day as they trekked a short distance from her house through the leaden forest. A carpet of dead, wet leaves scrunched like crumpling paper as they trampled on it.

Reggie had hid his truck off the main road just beyond her property behind some brush. She remembered him telling her it had skid from the road during the storm and became stuck. Yet here it was carefully parked and drivable.

"I thought you said your truck slid off the road and was stuck," Melissa queried, her voice containing irritation.

A big grin revealed the whitest teeth, which appeared even brighter against his dark complexion. "You remember me telling you that?"

Melissa glared at him without answering.

"That's right, I told you that before I got you high." Reggie remarked.

"Got me high? What are you talking about?"

"I played with you our first time together, Melissa. You were stoned on some potent shit I put in your tea."

"You drugged me, you pig?"

"I couldn't help it, baby. You're so beautiful. I wanted you to enjoy our first time together as much as possible. I knew there was no way you would ever let me have you consensually and I didn't want to hurt you. I knew you'd like black cock once you tried it a few times."

"Like black cock? You're a sick bastard! Hurt me? That's all you've done since you've been with me."

She angrily stared at the grey blur of dormant trees passing by her passenger window as he drove along the lonely stretch of highway to town. Melissa now knew the truth: Reggie had planned the whole thing and slipped her a date rape drug that first night to get inside her panties.

None of the things he had told her were true. She never had a fever or came on to him, and this affair was not her fault. But since then they had fucked, sucked, and practiced other perversions with each other more times than she wanted to remember and she was now hopelessly tangled in an extramarital sexual relationship with Reggie.

She realized Reggie had duped her, which brought her thoughts back to Bill. None of this would be happening if Bill had stayed home instead of leaving her alone to go on his missionary trip.

She prayed to God to take away her anger with Bill, to make this coerced and depraved relationship with Reggie end, and to prevent her from becoming pregnant with Reggie's baby.

Reggie's wipers were set too low and allowed drizzle to build up on the windshield. She could barely see out the window. Irritated, Melissa ended her silent appeal to God.

"Turn your wipers higher so we don't have an accident."

"You're afraid of us having an accident?" Reggie quipped, coincidentally referring to the same topic Melissa just finished silently praying about — an unplanned pregnancy.

"Yes, make them go faster," she replied, naively missing his double entendre. A sheltered life had maintained an innocence in Melissa — now quickly vanishing because of Reggie — that in many ways reflected her youthful appearance rather than her actual age of 27.

He shook his head while rolling his eyes, and switched the wipers to a higher setting."

"Happy?"

"Thank you."

They reached town late in the afternoon and Reggie dropped her letter to Bill into a mailbox they passed on the way to a Family Foods Supermarket. Melissa prayed she would not meet anyone from church while he pushed the cart for her in the store.

She stopped in front of the section where they sold contraceptives and quickly scanned a wide and confusing selection of condoms. She tremulously pulled a box of the largest sized rubbers from the shelf and buried them furtively beneath other items in the cart while he watched without commenting.

Melissa hurriedly threw the items from her cart on the black conveyor belt. They made it all the way to the checkout without meeting anyone from church when she heard a shrill voice behind her.

"Melissa Morgan, is that you?"

Melissa froze with her back towards the voice as if she had just been caught committing burglary.

"Melissa?"

Melissa closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and turned toward the voice.

"Hi Melissa, how are?" Kelly Ward asked with a smile that looked like she was about to shout hallelujah. "I haven't seen you at church for a while. Have you heard from Bill? Is everything okay?"

"Hi Kelly, everything is fine."

Melissa saw Kelly inquisitively look at Reggie as if he was a bug that needed to be squashed. "We just had all that early snow and I've been catching up on things."

"I'm sorry, you look familiar. Have we met before?" Kelly asked Reggie, practically ignoring Melissa's reply.

Sweat formed in Melissa's palms and armpits. She worried Kelly might see the box of triple extra-large condoms she was buying for Reggie to use with her. She spoke hoping to keep Kelly Distracted, "I'm sorry, this is my friend, Reggie Johnson; he's a new parishioner at our church."

"Are you two here together?" Kelly asked noticing how nervously Melissa acted and how closely Reggie stood to her. This black man was huge and looked like a professional linebacker, Kelly thought.

"The battery in my car died — probably from all this cold weather — and Reggie brought me here to get some shopping done," Melissa blurted before Reggie had a chance to answer. She did not know what Reggie might say to Kelly.

Kelly's eyes widened for a second.

"I see," she replied, her demeanor noticeably changing as she saw the cashier scan Melissa's box of condoms.

Everyone knew Bill and Melissa wanted children. There was little doubt why Melissa was buying triple extra-large condoms with Bill out of town, this huge muscular African-American man driving her around, shopping with her and standing so closely to her.

It all made sense to Kelly, although she never thought Melissa would commit such an immoral act — especially with a black man. Kelly briefly wondered if Reggie seduced Melissa with his large penis. She had always heard that black men had really big cocks.

Kelly pictured the erotic contrast of this big burly stud taking petite Melissa, stuffing his thick, dark meat into her tiny pink hole and making her cum. Kelly felt her vagina dampening and instantly put the sinful thoughts out of her mind.

Obviously Melissa was a slut. How could she possibly betray Bill like that? "I guess it was nice seeing you," she coolly added, leaving for another checkout line with no waiting.

"Shit," Melissa sighed.

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Reggie and Melissa made their return trip in his truck down the long stretch of lonely wooded highway. A full moon, with its luminous face intermittently covered by veils of varying transparency, played hide-and-seek behind clouds that raced across a cold evening sky.

Melissa stared out the window at the scene occurring in the black sky between the moon and clouds. She said little to Reggie as he drove. She thought about what had happened earlier with Kelly Ward at the Family Foods Supermarket.

Melissa wondered if Kelly saw the box of condoms and suspected Reggie was fucking her, or was she just being her typical stuck-up self? Perhaps Kelly assumed Reggie was buying them for someone else. Melissa tried to remember when Kelly checked out and if she saw Melissa pay for everything.

"I think Kelly Ward suspects something is happening between us, "Melissa remarked, hoping the possibility of others knowing of their illicit relationship would persuade Reggie to end it now.

"Something is happening between us, baby doll. We're fucking each other, remember?"

What he said so crudely was not true, Melissa thought. There was nothing between them. He forced her to fuck him. She was not doing it willingly as he inferred, even if her body physically responded to him and he made her orgasm.

The truck started slowing half way home in the middle of nowhere. Reggie turned down a path Melissa had never seen before running through the forest.

"Where are we going?" she asked apprehensively.

"A little spot I discovered a few months back I come to every once in a while."

As he drove further into the bowels of the gloomy forest, cinereous branches descended from all directions into the narrowing path and scratched their roof, underneath their floorboard and at the sides of their truck as if clawing for them.

A short distance ahead foreboding darkness quickly swallowed the headlight beams, as if they were descending some deep cave.

Claustrophobic panic gripped Melissa.

"I don't like it out here, Reggie, please go back. I want to go home."

"Just a little further."

"No, we might get stuck."

"We won't."

They reached a meadow and beyond that, a lake Reggie parked beside that looked like a pool of inky blackness with an audience of cattails waving at them in the cold breeze from across the distant shore.

Reggie turned off his truck and there was silence. The moon came out from behind its cloudy curtain and painted a scene in silver with its reflection glinting in the water.

"Why did you bring us out here? It's creepy. Let's go," she nervously petitioned, the moonlight giving her face an ashy appearance.

His arm reached around her shoulders and drew her to him as she tried pulling away.

"No, leave me alone. Don't touch me anymore. It's not right and I don't like you. There's nothing between us. I'm married, and not to you. Stop forcing me to have sex with you. I want to go home."

"What do you mean you don't like me? We're fuck buddies, remember? I'm your boyfriend. I enjoy your tight, white pussy and you enjoy my big black cock. I don't give a shit if you're married. I thought we had that straightened out already. Why did you buy those condoms then?"

Melissa embarrassingly looked away without answering. She did not want to keep having sex with him. She bought condoms because he would not stop forcing himself on her.

Where did he ever get the idea that she liked his big black cock? He made her sick and she despised intercourse with him.

She also worried about getting pregnant.

Condoms would at least be a tenuous barrier between them and a thin partition of safety separating their genitals and the potential consequences of their continued and complete physical intimacy.

Reggie's hand went to unbutton her jeans.

"No, I don't want to do that with you anymore," she protested as he pulled at her pants.

"Lift up and let me get them off you," Reggie demanded, ignoring her.

She unwillingly raised her butt rather than risk angering him. At least she had the condoms for him to use with her now.

She sat naked from the waist down and then he raised her shirt over her head and unclasped her bra.

"No, leave me alone. I want to go home without you," Melissa pleaded. She was now naked, cold and curled into a ball.

"Let me eat your pussy or you can walk your naked, white ass home from here," Reggie growled.

Why did he have to keep calling her vagina a 'pussy'? She hated that vulgar word that sounded so disrespectful and perverted.

He shoved her toward the passenger door.

She could not go out in the cold, ghastly woods by herself and walk miles through that scary darkness. She hesitantly lay back, her shoulders against the door, and let him put her left leg over the back of the bench seat while pushing her right thigh open.

She looked down in dismay at her indecently spread legs as his tongue entered her slit. He nuzzled her tiny golden brown bush that appeared black in the moonlight and was no wider than her eyebrow.

Her hands had become useless appendages that awkwardly pushed at his head with no effect.

"No, please, don't," she cried. "Oh — not there."

His tongue kept playing with her clit, her cries gradually transforming into reluctant moans, her hands slowly accepting the presence of his face in her most private place and coming to rest in his kinky black hair.

Why did Bill leave her alone for this to happen to her? She closed her eyes and began to orgasm.

"That's it, baby, let your big black fuck buddy make you cum. Your husband left you all alone. He had more important things to do than take care of his wife."

Her face contorted.

"Ooh, ooh, uh, no, oh, he didn't. Don't say that."

"Oh yeah, does this make your pussy feel good? I'd never leave a beauty like you alone for three weeks, but I'm glad your stupid husband did because it gave me the chance to spoil you the way you deserve."

"Oh, ooh, no ... please don't."

"That's right, keep cumming for me girl and enjoy it. Bill is getting what he deserves."

Reggie gave Melissa three solid orgasms before stopping to remove his own clothes.

"What are you doing? We need to get back. It's getting really late and it's eerie out here."

"Why are you scared? I'll protect you, baby."

Ironically he was what she feared most — more specifically, his gigantic black penis that was already rock hard and ready for her.

"Please, no, Reggie. This isn't right and I don't want to."

"Get on top this time," Reggie replied dragging her to his lap."

Melissa reached over for her purse and pulled out the box of rubbers she had purchased earlier.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not having unprotected sex with you anymore. You need to wear this for me."

She tried handing him a condom packet.

"No, you'll have to put it on me," Reggie grudgingly replied refusing to take it.

Melissa struggled to unroll the latex sheath, which stretched over Reggie's long, thick shaft, inadequately accommodating it. These were triple extra-large condoms, the biggest the store carried, yet they didn't fit his penis and strained to barely cover half of his full erection.

"Okay, you got it all safely wrapped up, now put it in your pussy and start fucking."

'Fuck' was another word she hated as much as 'pussy' and wished he would stop using.

As he slouched in the seat, she hesitantly lowered herself onto his latex-covered penis, her hand guiding it into her wet slit. Why did he insist on making her have sex when she felt no affection for him? How could she make him stop?

"Ooh," she murmured as she began humping with a sheath thinner than gossamer separating their genitals. She still disliked him, but perhaps not as much as before.

Reggie patiently allowed Melissa to seduce herself on his thick, long prick.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," she softly mewled.

"That's it, baby. Keep moving. Doesn't that feel good?"

"No, I don't like it," Melissa insincerely gasped, her pussy growing more sensitive to the delightful friction from his cock and her hands beginning lustful explorations of his muscular chest.

She was in the midst of another orgasm when Reggie unexpectedly lifted her up. His long, thick cock, soaked with her vaginal secretions, came completely out of her pussy and flopped onto his hard stomach.

He never finished with her this quickly. "Are you done?" Melissa asked bewilderedly and with a little disappointment. His pleasure-giving penis was abruptly removed from her.

"I'll get on top now."

Reggie raised Melissa's thighs and spread them wide.

"Uh — okay," she agreed docilely, now accustomed to long fuck sessions with him. The hormones in her body dictated resumption of their unfinished business. She was actually relieved that he still needed to cum.

As he aimed his cock with her opening and prepared to slide back in, he yanked off the tightly fitting condom, letting it fall to the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"It feels better this way," Reggie answered as he returned into her bareback.

"Ooh, God, no," she panted, her pussy treated to the raw flesh of his big black cock again, their genitals sharing much more sensation wonderfully amplified without the dulling effect of latex.

Melissa knew this pleasure came with a cost, their reproductive organs exchanging more than physical feelings, but also body fluids, DNA, and germs each of them carried. It was beautiful, disgusting and wrong all at the same time.

"Take it out," she whispered unconvincingly.

"I know, baby, in a little while. You're starting to like black cock. Stop fighting it."

He nibbled his way up her neck and to her ear.

Melissa felt further tangled in a knot with him. Was she actually starting to like black cock? Maybe she had enjoyed his big black penis all along but could not admit it to herself.

She tried turning her face, but he forced her to French kiss. Her hands pushed at his sides a few times before giving up and falling into an embrace. They had already had so much sex without protection, what difference did one more time without it make?

Parked near the lakeshore where gentle waves born from wintry night breezes met their early demise, Reggie's truck bounced as if its wheels were driving on a heavily cratered road, its fogged windows shades of privacy for the passions within it.

They fucked until the wee hours of the night. Melissa felt the warm spurts of Reggie's jism coat her cervix. He had over-filled her pussy with his cum.

When they finally finished for the last time, she silently retreated to her side of the truck as far from him as possible and fell asleep against the passenger side window. Some of his potent sperm leaked from her pussy, soaked through her panties and formed a wet spot on her jeans while she slumbered.

Reggie took the opportunity to stealthily remove the box of condoms from her purse. It became a piece of litter discarded from his speeding truck onto the long winding road at night without a single witness.

***********

Early morning entered her room in horizontal slivers of light through the tightly drawn blinds, interrupting dreams that stubbornly lingered in Melissa's eyes as she slowly awakened to harsh reality. Through her pajamas, she felt Reggie's morning erection against her thigh and his arm across her chest.

She cringed. He was nude and laying partially on top of her.

They relieved his hard-ons every morning by committing adultery and fucking, an act she once found deplorable, but now started accepting with him. His large testicles produced huge amounts of sperm that he simply needed to ejaculate. When she helped him alleviate his frequent erections he treated her nicely.

Remaining motionless to avoid rousing him, her eyes pendulously scanned the room for her purse, which contained the box of condoms she had purchased yesterday evening at Family Foods Supermarket. To her relief the handbag was on the nightstand beside her bed.