Defiled Young Housewife


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

Christy thought she saw sparks of anger in his deep, dark eyes.

"You threaten me bitch?"

She defiantly stared at him.

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

"Ow!" She rubbed her cheek where his strike had landed, bright sparks from his smack slowly clearing from her vision. "No Reggie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I promise I'll never tell anyone about you."

"You best convince me then. Tell me you my girlfriend and that you love me."

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

"That's right. Now keep repeating it, and remember that I own the police. I'll know if you tell anyone about me, and so will my homeboys. Something real bad will happen to your family if anything happens to me — understand? You my girlfriend and you belong to me. Don't forget it."

Her beautiful blue eyes remained locked to his.

"Keep your long sexy legs open wide for me, or it gonna be rough again. You got that?"

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

"I gonna eat your fine pussy out, and you gonna let me do it without any more lip, because you mine. You my girlfriend and you love me. Say it to me again."

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

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

She obediently lay there while he resumed orally assaulting her. He went right for her clit again knowing how much unwanted pleasure it gave her.

She renewed her whimpers and her moans, fought her hips from rising. She hated him and the way her body responded to him. "Ooh, I'm your girlfriend. No, Reggie, please not there again. Oh, oh, I love you. No, ooh, ooh, ah, ooh, I'm your girlfriend, please stop it. Ooh, ooh, no, I love you, son-of-a-bitch, ooh, god..."

The oral sex lasted until Reggie fully ripened her for intercourse, her clit swollen hard, begging for more attention and the relief it would bring. She rose on her elbows and looked down as he finally yanked her panties off.

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

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

"No, I can't keep having sex with you like this, Reggie. I'm not taking birth control. I'm married to Dave and I don't want you to make me pregnant."

Christy didn't take birth control pills because of their side-effects, and relied on Dave using condoms with her to avoid unwanted pregnancy. She never paid close attention to her ovulation cycle, and her youthful periods sometimes occurred sporadically. She didn't know exactly when her fertile period began.

The bulbous head of Reggie's penis entered Christy's unprotected vagina during her protests. "Please, at least use one of Dave's condoms for me this time. They're in the dresser drawer."

Reggie penetrated further. "Oh, no, baby, we ain't using rubbers. You got me spoiled and I'm hooked on doing it with you bareback. It feel better this way. Besides, you special to me and I want you to feel me inside you, not some piece of latex. We doing it the way nature intended, but I'll pull out this time so you won't get pregnant."

He didn't pull out previous times when he had promised, she thought, recalling how much cum his big cock ejaculated when he orgasmed — all his slippery semen, which looked similar to the sugary glaze that's drizzled over sweet buns, overflowing from her pussy.

She didn't want to feel him this way again, so intimately, his huge penis inside her. She wanted as little contact with him as possible, yet the opposite kept occurring and she was forced to share the most personal of all sensations with him. "Reggie, please. I'll do anything else you want. I'll jerk you off; I'll suck on your cock nice like last time — just not intercourse again. Please take it out now before we go too far and can't stop. I don't want a baby."

Christy thought that surely the threat of pregnancy would stop Reggie, but it only made him more excited and desirous for her. He pushed more of his thick, lengthy cock into her and watched her grimace from the invasion.

Christy responded in unison to Reggie's thrusts. He went deeper and deeper instead of pulling out. "Ow, ah, ah, ah, oh." With Dave home during the weekend, it had been several days since having Reggie inside her. Her cunt needed to adjust once more to Reggie's exceptional size.

He incrementally pushed more of himself into her and caused Christy to start crying out. "Ow, please. No, not too much. Ow, wait, go slower. Oh, no more.'s too far... hurting. Oh, oh..."

Reggie stopped advancing his penis at about two-thirds its length, eight inches of his over foot-long negro phallus cramped into her snug vagina and stretching it further. Christy's sobs continued for a few minutes. This was a new, deeper boundary, established with difficulty for her.

Typical of most females, Christy's vagina was amazingly adaptable. Her initial discomfort diminished and her pussy soon conformed to his additional length. Yet Christy failed to understand what the subsiding pain meant: her anatomy was changing for him.

"Wrap your legs around my ass now and start hugging me, baby. And keep telling me that you love me, that you my girlfriend. I want you to act as if you like this."

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

Reggie lifted himself off her, his weight supported by only one arm and his incredible strength displayed in its bulging muscles. But his huge penis stayed stubbornly embedded deep in her pussy, like an irritating splinter stuck under the skin, as he unexpectedly slapped her face, on her other cheek this time, to get her attention and let her know he meant business. The impact sent her head in the opposite direction from his earlier strike.

"Did you hear me? Hug me and wrap your long, sexy legs around my ass. Keep saying what I told you to say. You better start fucking me back and acting like you enjoying this!"

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

"I'm your girlfriend and I love you," she sobbed.

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

Was it possible to hate him more than she already did? In anger, her arms and legs tightened their grip to him.

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

His huge penis moved in and out of her pussy with renewed fervor.

Christy's eyes were like open dams, a flood of tears rushing from them. Her legs remained locked around his muscular buttocks as she hugged him tightly. "I'm your girlfriend and I love you. Please stop making me say it and stop making me do this. No... ooh...ah..."

Reggie felt her pussy begin contracting around his cock and he grinned. Her body was doing exactly what he wanted it to do.

Her hands unconsciously latched onto the big, hard muscles in his back and she gritted her teeth in angry frustration. Why did her body react this way to such a hateful act by such a disgusting animal?

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

"You really starting to love big black dick, huh? I feel it in your pussy again. I love the way your pussy feels when it clenches my cock like that."

What Reggie said couldn't be true. "Oh, son-of-a bitch. No, I don't want this. You're a sick, disgusting, basta............"

Before Christy finished saying 'bastard', she drifted off in mid-sentence, her eyes becoming dreamy.

Reggie had accelerated his thrusts and altered his position while she was speaking, his long, thick cock making firmer contact with her g-spot. More friction, his penis pulling her tightly stretched vaginal lips in and out with its lengthy travels; an intense orgasm sneaking up on her, silencing her objections, focusing all her attention on her pussy, the deep penetration that had caused pressure and discomfort earlier now feeling exceedingly good.

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

She never orgasmed this strongly before and unintentionally hugged him even more tightly.

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

Christy didn't want to reply to Reggie's encouragement but found herself doing so anyway. "Oh, oh, okay, I love you, ah. I'm your girlfriend." She needed to remind herself that she loathed him, hated hugging him like this while he fucked her. How could he think she loved him or liked this? How could he make her say such terrible lies to him? How could he say that he loved her — that he would take care of her? She wanted to shove him away and kick him in his gigantic testicles, even if her body was conveying a much different message.

"Open your pretty lips and let me give you some tongue, baby. I got more love to give you."

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

"Did you hear me? You gonna learn to like it and love me. Now open your goddamn mouth for me before I beat the fucking shit out of you! Or would you prefer something bad happen to your family — your parents or Dave perhaps?"

She heard him, and didn't want him to hit her again — or worse, hurt her family. Her lips separated and their tongues met in her mouth. "Mmm, oh, mmm, please, no, Reggie, mmm, I don't like it...mmm...oh, mmm...mmm. Okay...for a little while... just don't hurt my family...I love you. Mmm, I'm your girlfriend... Ah."

She would never enjoy this with him, even if he made her act like it, she thought. But contrary to her intentions, she had spells where she forgot he was raping her. She was unaware of her own reflexes, how her pelvis was making coital motions with him. Instinct had taken over and she participated more in the sex act without realizing it.

The longer they fucked and the longer he made her hug and kiss him, the more natural all of it began to feel, like a role an actor plays many times over. I love you and I'm your girlfriend echoed in her mind like a mantra, their hips moving together with the rhythm of dancing partners. Their lips remained locked and their tongues, like their sex organs, eagerly greeted each other and exchanged fluids.

Christy was inexperienced, never had any relationship outside of her marriage. But sex with Reggie, whom she had despised, began feeling normal to her, as if she belonged to him as well as Dave.

Perhaps she didn't hate Reggie all that much. Maybe she liked him. Was she becoming comfortable having intercourse with him? Although she remained in denial about it, now that she was used to his big cock again, he really felt good inside her — better than Dave. The deeper penetration enhanced the sense of unity between their bodies. Maybe a tiny part of her wanted to be his girlfriend and was learning to like it just like he had said.

No, this couldn't be true! Banish such horrific thoughts. She remembered it wasn't love they were making. She was married to Dave and Reggie was committing one of his heinous crimes — on her. He was forcing her to do this and it was sick, wicked and wrong. How could it possibly feel good?

"I love you and I'm your girlfriend." She couldn't stop hearing herself repeat those awful words. He was a despicable drug dealer, murderer, gangster, and rapist who threatened her husband, family and those she loved. She would always hate him, Christy convinced herself.

But intercourse with him continued, along with all the kissing, the embracing. And while they fucked, emotions from a deeper, more primitive part of her brain, urged her to espouse their illicit act and bond with Reggie — to accept and trust him. They kept resurfacing, like bubbles from the bottom of a pot of water once it reaches a rolling boil.

Nature wanted her sentiments to match what her body kept doing with his. Although Reggie had coerced her into having sex, they had engaged in it often enough to begin influencing her feelings for him in irrational ways when participating in these carnal behaviors with him. "I love you and I'm your girlfriend..."


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 remained together. She had tired of resisting. His huge cock burrowing into her pussy ultimately subdued and seduced her. "Ooh, oh, uh-huh, ooh, Reggie, we've got to stop now. Ah, oh... ooh, please. Look at the time. Dave will be home soon. Please, ooh... he'll find out about this. I can't let him see what we've been doing."

"Show me some more love, baby, say what I want to hear from you and start squeezing my cock with your pussy again. I'm close, but you gotta cum with me this time."

How did things come to this — to where she was trying to cum with him? She couldn't risk delay and Dave coming home and seeing them. A telling squeal escaped from the back of her throat, her fingers digging into Reggie's muscular back, her vagina clenching his penis.

"Oh, ooh, I'm your girlfriend. Uh-huh, ah, oh, I love you and I'm cumming. Please cum for me now, Reggie."

He felt her pussy tightly squeezing his cock again in another series of orgasmic fits. "Oh, yeah, baby, that what I'm talking about. I love it when you do that for me. That's the way." His big arms pulled her closer to him and she felt the familiar, powerful tension in his huge muscles, his heart thumping in his chest.

Even though he had promised to pull out, Reggie came in her again. Was this the fifth time? She couldn't remember how many times he came today, but they were orgasming together now.

"Ooh, don't, oh, you're cumming in me, Reggie. You promised to take it out," she murmured.

Once more he experienced incredible pleasure and relief, his huge penis feeding the copious contents from his enormous balls to her soft, wet vagina. "Ah, yeah, baby, that feel really good. I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I can't take it out. I gotta cum in your pussy. Oh, I love you so much. You know what to say back to me."

She knew what he wanted her to say to him, and while it hurt to keep betraying Dave like this, she said the words Reggie wanted to hear anyway to appease him. "Oh, I love you and I'm your girlfriend."

"Good girl."

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 schlong from her sperm-flooded cunt. After spending yet another day together, their bodies at last untwined.

"Yeah, we done. Did that feel good for you, baby?"

It wasn't supposed to feel good, she guiltily thought. He had forced her to do it and it was wrong. Christy momentarily turned her face away from him without answering.

He 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 the bed and glanced at his humongous, flaccid penis that seemed to leave a void in her vagina from its exit and was coated with the slick, wet sheen her pussy had put on it.

The many orgasms she had unsuccessfully fought against having left her feeling exhausted even though Reggie performed most of the work. But the sex had finally ended, the euphoria faded, and rationality returned to Christy along with disdain for him. She detested what he did to her.

She had lost count of how many times she came and resented what he made her say to him, the way he forced her body to respond in ways she didn't want. Did the powerful orgasms he made her have mean she enjoyed sex with this horrible man and vicious criminal, like he had predicted and wanted?

There was no time for Christy to dwell on these disturbing thoughts. Dave would be home shortly. She hurriedly changed the sheets, disgusted by large wet spots she and Reggie left on them, and took a shower to eliminate evidence of what had occurred again in her marital bed.

Like she had done after their previous encounters, with a wash-cloth she once more attempted removing all the cum Reggie had ejaculated deep inside her. There was so much of it. It was part of him and she didn't want him in her body. But much of his semen remained beyond reach searching for an egg to fertilize.

Her pussy felt like Reggie had stretched it out. Reggie's penis was so much thicker and longer than Dave's. She briefly wondered if Dave would notice any difference in her when she had sex with him.

She exited the shower and looked in the mirror. Thankfully, the marks Reggie had left on her cheeks slapping her earlier weren't too noticeable. She put on makeup and blush to conceal them.

Dave returned home fatigued after working hours in a hot warehouse. He barely responded to Christy's hugs and kisses as she greeted him in the kitchen. She had begun throwing together supper right before his arrival.

"Hi, Honey — I'm dead tired. What's for dinner?" Dave asked, noticing that her eyes looked a little red and puffy, and an 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..."

Panic set in. She didn't 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, its contents providing her with a plausible excuse.

She forced a smile and gave a girlish giggle. "I was cutting onions; Reggie had to finish them for me. And my allergies have been acting up too. I just took an antihistamine."

Reggie recalled the real reason why Christy had been crying earlier. He had slapped her before spending most of the day fucking her brains out and putting cum in her pussy. He quickly held out a bottle of Michelob to distract Dave. "Hey, bro, you look like you can use a few cold beers tonight."

Reggie smiled as he handed Dave the beer. Dave had no inkling that his beautiful wife was learning to like big black cock with Reggie. Reggie was banging her tight, white pussy good. Had it been a while since Dave got any from her? Dave probably wouldn't get much pussy from her in the future either. That white boy would never be able to satisfy her now. With all the times Reggie had forced her to take his big black cock, she no doubt started developing a taste for it. The smile on Reggie's face grew even bigger as he thought these things, took another beer for himself, and went into the living room pretending to be Dave's friend.

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