Defiled Young Housewifebythecryptkeeper©
They finished another round of passionate French-kissing and she saw the clock on her nightstand. Dave had worked overtime, yet where did all those hours go? She still hugged Reggie tightly, and he still fucked her zealously.
Christy had become more complaisant the longer they stayed together. She had tired of fighting the unwanted feelings from his huge cock burrowing into her, had allowed them to subdue, then seduce her. "Ooh, oh, Reggie, we have to stop now. Ah, oh... ooh, please. Look at the time. Dave will be home soon. Please, ooh... he'll find out about this."
"Show me some more love, baby, and start squeezing my cock with your pussy. You gotta cum with me this time."
She couldn't risk delay and Dave coming home and seeing them like this. A telling squeal escaped from the back of her throat, her fingers dug into his muscular back, her vagina was clenching his penis.
"Oh, yeah, baby, that feel incredible. That's the way." His big arms pulled her closer to him and she felt the familiar tension in his huge muscles.
Even though he had promised to pull out, Reggie came in her for the fifth time that day and they orgasmed together this time. Once more he experienced incredible pleasure as his huge penis ejaculated the copious contents from his enormous balls into her soft, wet vagina. "Ah, yeah, baby, that feel really good. Oh, yeah. I love you so much."
He finished pumping his load of cum in her pussy and relaxed on top of her.
Her arms loosened their embrace around his strong shoulders and her legs released his firm ass. She labored her words while catching her breath. "Ooh, oh, are we done now?"
He finally lifted off her, withdrawing his long, thick cock from her sperm-flooded cunt. After spending yet another day together, their bodies at last untwined.
Reggie stood nude looking at the family pictures on her dresser, among them her wedding photo with Dave.
Reggie's smirk at her wedding photo went unnoticed by Christy. She remained in bed a moment staring at his humongous, flaccid penis that seemed to leave a large void in her vagina from its exit.
The many orgasms she unsuccessfully fought from having, left her feeling exhausted even though Reggie performed most of the work. But the sex had finally ended, and rationality returned to Christy along with disdain for him. She detested what he did to her.
She came so many times, she lost count. She resented the way he forced her body to respond in ways she did not want; but feared the powerful orgasms he made her have meant that she enjoyed sex with this horrible black man and vicious criminal, just like he wanted.
There was no time to dwell on these disturbing thoughts. Dave would be home shortly. Christy hurriedly changed the sheets, disgusted by the large wet spots of jism left on them, and took a shower to eliminate evidence of what had occurred with Reggie in her marital bed.
With a wash-cloth she attempted removing all the cum he left inside her. There was so much of it. It was part of him and she did not want him in her body.
Her pussy felt like Reggie had stretched it out. Would Dave notice any difference in her if she had sex with him tonight? Would she feel looser to him? She realized Reggie's cock went so deeply inside her that much of his semen was beyond reach, where it would live for days searching for a possible egg to fertilize.
When she finished showering, she put on makeup and blush to conceal the red marks Reggie had left on her cheeks from slapping her earlier.
Dave returned home fatigued after working 14 hours in a hot warehouse. He barely responded to Christy's hugs and kisses as she greeted him in the kitchen. She had hurriedly began preparing supper right before his arrival.
"Hi, Honey - I'm dead tired. What's for dinner?" He finally noticed that her eyes looked a little red and puffy and that there was extra rosiness in her cheeks, but he failed to appreciate the full extent of Christy's anguish. "Are you okay? You look like you've been crying."
Christy and Reggie looked at each other for a moment. Her mouth opened but words failed her. "Um..."
She did not know what to say. Reggie would kill them if the wrong words left her lips. She looked down at the dish she had been preparing. Fortunately, its contents provided her with the plausible answer she needed for Dave.
She forced a smile and gave a girlish giggle. "I was cutting onions; Reggie had to finish them for me. My allergies have also been acting up."
Reggie quickly held out a bottle of Michelob to distract Dave. "Hey, bro, you look like you can use a few cold beers tonight." Reggie took another one for himself and the two went into the living room apparently the best of friends while Christy stayed in the kitchen preparing supper.
Dave and Reggie sat in the living room watching another football game on TV. Christy heard them howl over a play. She disliked them bonding.
Reggie was like cancer in her marriage, separating her from Dave physically and isolating her from him emotionally. Why couldn't Dave see it? Reggie's charade sickened her — pretending to be Dave's buddy while taking her behind his back. Reggie had no interest in being Dave's friend other than fucking her.
Christy needed carrots. When she opened the refrigerator, she stared contemptuously at the full stock of beer Reggie left in it for Dave. Dave rarely drank before Reggie moved in with them. But with Reggie's encouragement, Dave became intoxicated every evening now.
She finished cooking the meal and went to the living room to get Reggie and Dave for dinner.
Her eyes lingered on the outline of Reggie's huge dick that hung down his left pant leg as he sat next to Dave on the sofa. Reggie had made her suck on it, drink his ambrosia, and she knew how he tasted. He had made her play with it and she knew how warm, thick and massive he felt in her hands. He had fucked her with it and she knew how he felt inside her, opening her up, rubbing against her sensitive folds, completely filling her.
Dave's smaller penis failed to even hint of its presence in his trousers. Did intercourse with her husband only promise disappointment now that she had so much experience with an enormous, black cock? she wondered.
Christy was wet. She became angry with herself for staring at Reggie's huge bulge and having such perverse thoughts. He was a monster and she hated him.
The clang of utensils against plates filled the dining room as the three sat for dinner around a beautiful oak table purchased by Dave and Christy during better times. "I've got some great news, baby," Dave suddenly announced. "I'm getting a $200 bonus, plus earning more overtime. They're sending me to the Amarillo warehouse for two weeks. They're short on help there."
Reggie called her 'baby' when they were alone together and having sex. She felt uncomfortable hearing Dave say it to her now. But even worse, Christy's world was collapsing around her and she was helpless to stop it. She looked worriedly at Dave. "Amarillo is almost 500 miles from here. You mean you won't be home for two weeks? When do you have to go?"
I need to pack some things tonight because I'm leaving tomorrow. It's kind of short notice, but I jumped at the opportunity to get some extra money."
All their problems seemed to stem from money. Christy noticed Reggie — who sat across from her — grin as she tried to maintain composure. She knew why he was smiling. It was like she shared a sick, inside joke with him that excluded her husband.
Dave couldn't leave her alone with Reggie for two entire weeks. He had no idea what that would mean — who Reggie was and what he would do with her. "Oh, Dave, I don't want you to go and leave me. Can I come with you?"
"I'm afraid not. The company is making us share hotel rooms and their insurance won't allow non-employees to travel in their vehicles."
Reggie asked if he could ride along with Dave and Christy as they were leaving to drop Dave off for his trip. Reggie claimed he wanted to pick up some things at the grocery store, but Christy knew better. He lingered around them like a fart in an elevator. But Dave had no issue with Reggie accompanying them, even though this would be the last opportunity to be alone with her for two weeks.
Reggie had afflicted them like a contagious disease: the sex he secretly had with her, and his drinking with Dave. Christy saw it, yet Dave obliviously believed Reggie was his friend.
After dropping Dave off at work, the drive home began in silence, a blur of cars and buildings passing by outside the car's windows. Then Christy felt Reggie's hand glide up her inner thigh and begin to rub her crotch.
"Please stop touching me, Reggie. I don't like it."
"Then why do you get so wet and cum for me so much when we make love? Your pussy don't lie to me, baby."
What they did together more times than she wanted to remember wasn't making love, Christy thought. They fucked. She responded with silent tears, continuing to drive with Reggie's hand messaging her pussy through her pants. She thought about the previous night and how she avoided making love with her husband again because of what she had done with Reggie while Dave was at work.
Reggie fucked her almost every day Dave went to work. From the time Dave left in the morning, until his return in the evening, she was fair game for Reggie's perverted desires. Now Dave left her alone with Reggie for two weeks. Dave would not be home in the evenings nor on the weekends to give her reprieve from this horrible criminal that lived with them.
Reggie never tired of sex. She dreaded how long it would last, how often they would have it with Dave away. She wished there was some way of stopping Reggie without jeopardizing everyone she loved.
Reggie got harder as he thought about working his cock into Christy and pumping her tight cunt full of cum. He couldn't wait to get home with her. With Dave gone, they would be alone together for two weeks, and he intended to completely break her in.
Christy stopped her car in the driveway to drop Reggie off. She wanted to leave him at their house and find someplace else to stay for a little while, although she didn't know exactly where she would go. She didn't have enough money for a hotel, couldn't risk the questions friends or family would ask if she went to them, and if she stayed away too long, Reggie might make good on his threats.
Reggie had anticipated her intentions. "Pull into the garage."
Christy became defiant. She needed time away from him to figure things out. "No, Reggie, I'm not going in with you right now. I'm staying somewhere else for a little while."
Surprised by Christy's sudden courage, Reggie needed to take the fight out of her and make her obedient. "I warned you before about ever crossing me! You my girlfriend and you better act like it." He began unbuttoning Christy's pants there in the driveway.
She tried to pull his hands away from her. "What the hell are you doing?" How could he attempt this outside where everyone could see them? But her fear was unfortunately unfounded. No one saw them. It was the middle of a weekday, and besides the sound of a distant lawnmower, the neighborhood was sunny and still, the nearby houses empty shells.
Christy's small hands were no match for Reggie. He quickly unfastened her pants and slid his fingers inside her panties.
"No, stop it! Not out here," Christy shouted.
He located her clit and pinched it.
Christy discovered her clitoris delivered pain as effectively as it delivered pleasure. An agonizing jolt travelled through her nerves like a paralyzing electrical shock that quickly vanquished her bravery. "Ow! You're hurting me. I'm sorry. Yes, yes, I'm your girlfriend. I'll be good."
With his free hand Reggie calmly pushed the button on the remote and opened the garage door. "That's a better attitude. You don't want me contacting my homeboys to have them hurt your family. Now, pull the car in, baby."
She pulled in, and the garage door closed behind them.
"Give me your keys, Christy."
Only one thought was in her brain: she needed to stop that terrible pain. She complied and Reggie's excruciating grasp on her clit became a soothing stroke. Her hands gripped the steering wheel. She looked down in disgust, watching Reggie's fingers work inside her blue silk undies. She was getting moist for him.
The pain was gone now, but Reggie had her car keys — her means of escape. She tried to figure out a way to get them back, although she had nowhere to go. It was becoming difficult to concentrate again from a different distraction. Her pussy was getting wetter, more receptive to being touched.
Christy squeezed her eyes shut to stop watching her molestation, but the sound of Reggie's fingers splashing in her silky secretions was just as disturbing as what she saw with her eyes open. "Oh, Reggie, please don't."
She felt messy 'down there' and embarrassed by her body's reaction, which seemed to contradict her feelings of repulsion.
"You see how much nicer it is when you obey me?"
She bit her lower lip and refused to give him the satisfaction of a response, her small, white fingers clasping his wrist in a futile attempt to pull his hand out of her panties.
Her soaked pussy was ready to be fucked, still Reggie worked her intimate folds, enjoying the expressions of emotional disdain mixed with physical pleasure displayed on her face.
Christy's face contorted from the conflict and suggested to Reggie that he was successfully wearing her down. He finally withdrew his wet fingers from her pussy and licked her tasty juices from them. "Mmm, you so sweet baby. I love you."
It revolted Christy to watch Reggie lick her secretions from his fingers the way he did, relishing her taste. But at least he had stopped fondling her. The welcome break allowed her to regain control of her body.
Her thoughts cleared some, but he had left her with an uncomfortably swollen clitoris. Horribly, she was used to him making her clit hard like this and was also used to him relieving it for her by making her orgasm multiple times.
She regained composure and the tension in Christy's face dissipated.
"You ready to go inside the house with me and get some loving?"
She dreaded 'getting loving' from him again, even with her clit left engorged and demanding the perverse relief this monster had conditioned her to receive. She tried to think of ways out of her wretched situation. Maybe she could run to her room and call the police? But how could she avoid explaining all the embarrassing details of the past weeks? Would anyone believe Reggie raped her so many times, yet she did not report his crime, tell her husband or seek any kind of help until now?
Would Dave want her after learning the sordid details of what Reggie did with her almost every day? Reggie would reveal how often they had sex, all the disgusting things he made her do with him, and the many times he made her cum. He would claim their sex was consensual.
And most importantly, could the police protect her family from Reggie's 'homeboys'? The law had failed to protect Reggie's many other victims.
Reggie had made it perfectly clear that he expected her 'cooperation' as his 'girlfriend'. He would be nice to her and love her. But if she crossed him, if anyone found out about him, he promised to have Dave, her family and her friends horribly tortured and killed.
One thing became apparent to Christy: the longer this relationship continued, the harder it became for her to stop it. Rather than tire of her and move on to greener pastures, as any normal man eager to just get his rocks off would do, Reggie seemed more obsessed with her. She was confused. She had to act soon. Although it sickened her to answer his question affirmatively, she slowly nodded her head, exited the car, and re-buttoned her pants.
Reggie could hardly wait to sink his hard cock inside her wet cunt again as he watched her tight ass walk in front of him toward the door. He loved forcing white girls, especially married ones, to orgasm. Physically, it was the ultimate betrayal to their husband.
He disliked white boys, but he sure enjoyed fucking their young, pretty wives. There was only one thing more satisfying to him than spoiling white pussy, and that was getting lucky and putting a black baby in the belly of a classy, married white woman.
What a sight that would be, Reggie thought. Watching Christy's stomach swell with his black baby inside it; watching her nurse his big black baby with her beautiful white tits heavy with nourishing milk and made that way by him.
Christy reached the door to the house and waited for Reggie to unlock it with the keys that he took from her. Reggie came up behind her and fiddled to open the door. Through their clothing she felt his huge cock push against her back. His penis was excessively large and she didn't want it inside her again.
When Reggie opened the door, Christy bolted from him. She knew all too well from previous experience where his monstrous penis would soon be if she didn't get away.
Christy's flight caught Reggie off guard and it took him a moment to react. "Oh no you don't," he hissed as her garment slipped from his grasp and distance between them grew.
She reached her bedroom and slammed the door shut with him close behind.
A second more might have been enough time for Christy to set the lock and call 911. But Reggie had already turned the knob. Her feet slid along the hardwood floor unable to gain purchase as she attempted holding the door closed with all the weight of her petite body against it.
"Don't touch me you disgusting pig!"
Reggie wrestled her into bed and tried to climb on top of her. "That no way to talk to your boyfriend, baby."
She had given him oral sex, jerked him off, and fucked him too many times. She knew the susceptibility of his huge, sperm-filled gonads. They were the source of his superhuman sex drive. He had made her caress them when giving him head. She was not going to play his sick game, act like his girlfriend, pretend to love him anymore. It was time to give his heavy balls a different sensation to get him away from her.
She tried to kick his testicles.
Reggie's humongous scrotum should have been an easy target for Christy, but unfortunately he averted her foot, and angrily punched her in the gut like the first time he had taken her.
The blow incapacitated Christy, her hands holding her stomach as she gasped for air.
"You want it rough today, baby?"
While Christy heaved for air, Reggie savagely undressed her. He tossed her sandals from her soft, manicured feet and unbuttoned her khakis.
Her hands unsuccessfully clutched the waistband of her pants, but Reggie roughly jerked them down as they slipped from her grasp.
"Oh, yeah, you gonna get lots of loving from me now." He swiftly ripped her shirt completely off, leaving her scantily clad in her blue silk bra and bikini panties. "You wear these sexy panties for me, baby?"
Dave missed seeing his wife in her incredibly sexy lingerie. How could that white boy be so gullible? While he slaved at his menial job to earn a couple bucks each day, his beautiful wife was home getting tapped by the big black stud he foolishly let move in with them, Reggie thought.
Dave had allowed Reggie, a stranger, into their home without even a background check. The idiot left Christy alone with Reggie every day, practically inviting him to ravish her perfect body. He deserved to lose his gorgeous wife to a nigger for being stupid.
After all these weeks that dumb white boy was still clueless how each day his once faithful wife had her pussy re-invaded with a big black cock. It was slowly winning her over, Reggie thought.