The New Parishioner

But yes, it felt good to Melissa — too good. Could that mean she liked it and liked him? She experienced more guilt and confusion. Reggie did lewder things to her each day, that caused her body to involuntarily respond and humiliatingly orgasm for him.

Her elbows hesitantly collapsed beneath her, placing Melissa completely on her back. Why was she even thinking this way? She detested him and everything he did to her.

A long serrated meat knife sitting on the counter just a couple of feet away from Melissa had tempted her, but she lacked the fortitude to grab it and stab Reggie.

She briefly thought about sinking that knife right into Reggie's gut while shouting that she hated him and his big black cock, but a power he possessed over her grew stronger and became harder to fight the longer they stayed together.

His thumb and penis working in concert kept monopolizing her attention, drawing her thoughts away from the knife and quickly focusing them on Reggie's activity between her legs that upstaged everything else.

What a lovely scene, Reggie thought. He triumphantly watched this gorgeous white woman, reluctantly lying before him on her kitchen table, taking his beefy black cock in her pussy and arching her back while his thumb mercilessly stroked her increasingly receptive clit. Married and typical of her race, she was once too proud and haughty to be with the likes of him, but not any longer, it seemed.

"That feeling good, now baby? Let's see how hard we can make you cum."

"Ooh, don't — no."

All she could do was pitifully moan, lying on her back on her kitchen table, crying out from powerful orgasms she was unable to stop him from giving her. His monster-sized penis burrowed deeply and unrelentingly inside her, his gorilla hands began groping her perky tits, and his fingers teased her taut nipples.

The old wooden table Melissa lied upon squeaked its disapproval of her inaction each time Reggie drove into her.

"Ooh, oh, no, I don't like it, Reggie. It's wrong. Ah, ooh, please stop...don't do this — no, ah, ooh, ah, oh."

"Oh, baby, your pussy feels so good. Stop denying it. You getting so wet. You liking big black cock more each time we do it."

Melissa sensed the growing tension in Reggie's body. Regretfully, they had fucked so many times in the short period they had been snowed in together that they were becoming familiar sex partners. She recognized all his signs — the change in his voice, the acceleration of his thrusts, the intensity in his face and how his hands touched her.

"Uh, ah, no, please... no more, Reggie. Oh, ah, stop now. Don't cum in me again — ooh."

"Oh, yeah baby, I can't stop. You feel too good — I feel your pussy throbbing on my cock. I'm gonna cum too."

"No —"

Reggie released the explosive orgasm he had held back while fucking Melissa, the rich and plentiful cream from his huge heavy balls nourishing her wet, receptive cunt.

Melissa's legs, which had somehow instinctively locked around his ass contradicting her pleas to stop, released Reggie as if she suddenly realized what her body was doing with him. He was not her husband and a loathing she always experienced when receiving his seed washed over her again.

He had no right touching her vagina, putting his penis inside it or filling her with his semen, yet he kept doing it. She felt his long, hefty organ finally pull out of her tight cunt.

Reggie stood at the edge of the table between her spread legs.

They were finished having sex — at least for a little while, Melissa mistakenly thought, relieved it was temporarily over. She started to sit up, but Reggie's strong hand landed on her chest and stopped her.

"We ain't done yet, baby," he said. It was an unwelcome phrase she hated, yet heard from him often.

"But you just came in me," she complained while reclining on her elbows and breathing heavily. His hand stayed on her chest, preventing her from sitting upright. "I need to go to the bathroom."

She wanted to get off that kitchen table — an unsanitary, stomach-churning place to have sex, she thought — and wash his vile, negro cum out of her vagina as quickly as possible. As usual, the quantity of semen he ejaculated for her corresponded with the enormity of his testicles and penis.

Reggie did not reply, absorbed momentarily studying her beautiful clitoris, now a darker pink than usual and engorged. His brown wet dick, resting on her light skin beside her pussy, was still firm and almost reached her sexy bellybutton.

Melissa felt the warmth and wetness of his heavy penis on her stomach.

Reggie thought her clitoris deserved more attention and began rubbing it with the slippery head of his penis, gently sliding his cock up and down along her sensitive, swollen hood.

Melissa looked down at what felt even nicer than all the other vulgar things he had done to her recently, and watched, unable to take her eyes off this revolting sight that appeared to her so much uglier than it felt.

Between her splayed legs the smooth brown head of his penis kept nudging her excited pink clitoris, both organs wet and glistening, heavily covered in a messy combination of their secretions from intercourse. Reggie had coaxed her completely open for him during their sex, and she remained that way now.

"Oh, God, what are you doing? You just finished — y-you came in me already."

She tried looking back up into Reggie's eyes, the clit massage having the desired effect, her face contorting as she stared at him.

He was engrossed with her vagina again and did not return her gaze.

Reggie watched her pussy squirm beneath him trying to avoid the sensual contact with his penis, but he was unrelenting. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to the very edge of the table and next to him. He held his hardening cock against her tumescent clitoris following its every move, sliding himself up and down, indulging her sensitive female flesh with his own, much larger, male version of it.

He watched her pussy's efforts to escape this continued touch from his penis slowly wan.

She hated herself for having orgasms with him before and did not want them again. Her hand arrived on his strong rippling abs and pushed at them. The modest diamonds in her engagement ring and wedding band brilliantly sparkled against his dark skin.

"Stop it. Stop it, you can't do this," she repeated unconvincingly while her clitoris took it all in and sent repeated signals of intense pleasure to her brain.

He had already demonstrated on numerous occasions that he could do whatever he wanted with her. Her hand finally gave up pushing against his hard muscular stomach and settled on her soft inner thigh that had remained open for him. She surrendered and lay back down on the table.

"That's good, girl. Don't resist it anymore. It won't help you any. Just let that fine little pussy feel good now — it's gonna feel real nice whether you want it to or not."

"Oh, no...please."

Melissa's defeat was Reggie's victory. Her left hand stayed on her opened inner thigh. Her engagement and wedding rings still glinted, unaffected by the terrible infidelity occurring beside them that rendered their symbolism completely meaningless:

Her sacred vagina abandoning final attempts to avoid contact with his hard cock began small graceful undulations with it instead, traitorously exchanging delightful sensations with this black man's penis in betrayal of her once honored wedding vows.

Reggie took cruel delight prodding her excited clitoris more with his cock and causing her pelvis to involuntarily respond with ever greater coital gestures. Her hips increasingly moved with the beauty of an exotic dancer. "Does it feel good now, baby?"

"Ooh."

Reggie's cock and Melissa's pussy began speaking an identical language, saying similar things to each other. It was not the first time her body communicated with his like this.

Melissa still stubbornly refused to verbally acknowledge the pleasurable feelings, yet her moans revealed them to Reggie. She had taken some coaxing to bring her back around, even though the contact between their genitals had immediately restored Reggie's full erection before he even lost it.

"Oh, oh, ah, ooh don't." She was pathetically cumming for him again.

"Oh, yeah. Does it feel good right there, baby? Is that your special spot? Your wet clitty made my cock real hard again. Does your husband's cock get big and hard for you like this?"

Melissa panted. Sex with Bill rarely lasted more than two minutes and she never orgasmed from it. Now that she knew Reggie this intimately, her husband seemed so small, weak and impotent to her. "Oh, God, no, he doesn't. He's not sick like you. Ooh, you bastard, stop it."

Reggie kept wetting his cock in her pussy, taking his penis out of her soaked vagina minutes later and resuming the irresistible clit massage on her.

"What's the matter, baby? Don't you like it feeling good? I feel your pussy cumming when I stick my cock in it — and you're so wet."

"Uh, ah, oh, nah ooh, please no — stop." Melissa's eyes were barely open. Her mouth was ajar and her breathing labored.

His cock filled her pussy and caressed her clit so perfectly, making it feel so incredible, that she actually forgot for a time how much she really hated Reggie and hated doing this with him. She forgot about her marriage and that Reggie had no right touching her there — that no part of him, including his penis, belonged anywhere near her vagina, let alone in it.

"Yea, you really feeling it good now girl, huh?"

She did not want to 'feel it' or hear his ludicrous comments, but he would not stop rubbing her clitoris with his big hard penis and saying those perverse things. She tried tuning him out, but like the sensations, his words penetrated to her deepest core and like their body fluids, his warped thoughts began mixing with her own.

Yes, she reluctantly felt every wonderful bit of him just like he wanted.

Like the alcoholic after that first sip, she seemed powerless to stop their intimacy from becoming more. Reggie kept refilling her glass, forcing her to consume what he poured. He was getting her drunk with sex.

By continuously sharing the same intoxicating beverage with him — even though she drank it involuntarily — she was unwittingly acquiring his habit and turning into his partner. Together they experienced something much harder than liquor and stiffer than any alcoholic beverage.

"Do you like the way that feels now, baby?

He put his penis back in her vagina, leaned on top of her and began kissing her ear.

"It feels so good inside you, girl. I'm gonna keep making you cum for me. Yea, you starting to really like that big black cock."

Melissa's hands, seeming to have minds of their own, began gently tracing the muscles in his back and then softly embraced him. "Oh, Reggie, you can't keep doing this. Stop it."

But Reggie's gigantic black penis kept returning deep inside her, causing Melissa's pussy violent and uncontrolled spasms.

She could not help it. She soon found herself tightly hugging him as he fucked her.

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Reggie watched Melissa recover on the kitchen table after mercilessly making her orgasm for almost the entire morning they had spent fucking on it. Her perfectly shaped tits rose and fell with her deep breathing and her eyes stayed dreamily fixed on the ceiling.

She was on her back lying naked in front of him like a leftover delicacy he had finished devouring. Naked as well, he sat in a chair beside her silently admiring his handiwork.

Melissa's pale pink nipples were still hard and pointy, her clitoris of the same hue, was plump and juicy. Between her legs that remained separated, a stream of his potent negro cum flowed from her wet slit, forming a small puddle on the table.

Reggie noticed some of his jism on her chin. Melissa had acted completely unlike herself in her throes of eroticism. Following his directions she had complaisantly taken his cock in her mouth after he came in her pussy and cleaned their cum off of it.

Reggie had successfully squashed almost all of Melissa's previous resistance to oral sex by frequently practicing it on her and mercilessly training her to perform it on him.

But the sex had ended and her senses returned. "Why did you cum in me again, Reggie? Couldn't you at least pull your penis out?" Her voice was low and emotionless, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling. "I did everything you wanted."

She blamed herself for this inappropriate sexual relationship she found herself trapped in with Reggie. Her memory of her first night with him remained murky — although she remembered the sex.

While she could never forget her first time with his huge black penis, she could not recall exactly how the sex started.

Reggie had convinced her that in a delirious fever and moment of weakness she somehow consented to intercourse with him. That initial infidelity was an awful mistake she could not remember making. It started their horrible affair she could not seem to end.

Reggie remained silent. Using the snow as an excuse not to leave, he fucked her whenever he wanted — numerous and lengthy sessions every day, like the one they just completed — and turned her previously tidy home into a mess.

Dirty dishes were piled high in the sink and her clothes were strewn everywhere. She could not keep anything on very long without him tearing it off her.

Melissa's jeans, shirts, pajamas, and underwear sat in various places he had stripped them from her forcing her to have more sex. Evidence of their illicit activity — her clothing and lingerie — was everywhere, including the kitchen table, the couch, the living room floor, and the bed she once shared only with her husband.

Reggie's demand for constant sex left Melissa little time for other things, like picking up and cleaning. It appalled her to fornicate with him like this and embarrassed her to have her house in such disarray.

Still lying on her back, Melissa turned her head and noticed her silk panties siting beside her on the kitchen table, right where Reggie had hastily pulled them off her while she uselessly protested. They were an attractive bikini style, luckily unripped this time because she had reluctantly cooperated with him.

They had started fucking on the kitchen table the instant her briefs came off it seemed. The undergarment was another failed barrier that further reminded Melissa of the adultery Reggie made her commit with him multiple times daily.

Melissa realized that all she had left to wear, unfortunately, were her nice panties — cute ones like this pair she stared at next to her — that seemed to further excite and entice Reggie. But that was certainly not her intention.

She had worn all her conservative briefs in failed attempts to be less attractive to him. Each time she tried resisting he ripped another pair off her body until she only had her nice ones left. She did not want those torn by him as well.

Continuous sex at the expense of necessary chores was not Melissa's lifestyle. At least no one had been by to see the mess, witness them together or engaged in all their sinful intercourse.

Melissa sat up, craning to find her other clothes. Another grey day appeared outside the kitchen window, but an icicle hanging from the eave was melting and becoming part of the rain. With the snow finally thawing Reggie would leave soon, she thought.

She would forget all the shameful things he made her do with him and put the entire ordeal behind her before Bill returned. Living with this horrible secret was preferable to sharing the embarrassing truth with anyone.

Melissa was determined never to let a single soul know about Reggie and her humiliating, repeated rape by a black man. In this small community, everyone talked to each other and their favorite pastime was gossip, the juicier the better.

"I think I'll stay until your husband gets back," Reggie sneered before Melissa had a chance to locate any of her clothes or put on her panties. "You need to write him a nice letter telling him what a good, strong Christian I am."

Melissa's jaw dropped and she abandoned the search for the rest of her clothing. Her silk panties remained bunched in her fist. Reggie's audacity flabbergasted her and she looked at him incredulously as she sat naked on the kitchen table in front of him with her pussy containing his negro sperm.

He could not be serious. He was supposed to leave. There was no way in Hell she would let Reggie fuck her like this for two more weeks.

"I thought you were leaving once the snow melted and you could get to your truck."

"Whatever gave you that idea? I'm not leaving my girlfriend all by herself with no one to make her cum for two weeks."

"I'm married and I'm not your girlfriend."

"Tell that to your husband along with how many times you came on my nigger cock and how many times I filled your pussy with nigger sperm. Now get some paper and start writing!" Reggie snapped.

"I need my clothes."

"Don't put on a single thread. You can get dressed after you write the letter. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."

Melissa heard irritation percolate through Reggie's warning. She knew from prior experience how quickly it could turn to rage and his use of her least favorite orifice as punishment.

She did not want him ever sodomizing her again. At first it was the most humiliating and excruciating ordeal she had ever experienced.

But by the time he had finished fucking her ass, she had actually become somewhat accustomed to the disgusting act, and to her chagrin, found herself aroused.

Adultery was bad enough, Melissa reasoned. Allowing anal sex to become a frequent practice with him was out of the question. She did not want to give Reggie a reason to do it to her again and possibly adopt it as another part of their sexual repertoire. Without hesitation she followed his directions.

Reggie dictated the letter Melissa wrote:

"Dear Bill,

"I miss you. I hope things are going well in Peru. Please give Scott, Larry, Lisa, and Rev. Doyle my regards.

"We had an early blizzard right after your departure. You left just in time. I was without power for two days, but fortunately, the new parishioner at our church, Reggie Johnson, came to check on me. He cut some extra firewood and shoveled the snow from our doorway.

"With the bad weather, I have been reluctant to drive on the roads and have not attended church, I'm afraid. Fortunately, Reggie lives nearby and visits frequently to study bible with me. We pray together often — truly a profound experience — and are becoming closer friends. He is a strong Christian and a good man. I like him dearly and I'm certain you will like him too when you get to know him.

"I know I tried to discourage you from going on this mission, but I should not have been selfish with you. Actually, I'm glad you went now. This is what God wanted you to do and I will not stand in your way for future trips.

"Sometimes, God's plans are not clear to us until we have the luxury of hindsight. You are sharing the Lord's word in Peru and I am sharing it here with Reggie. You and I are both spreading The Good News, albeit in different ways.

"Reggie has only recently discovered Jesus, but he is a quick learner and he is even teaching me some interesting facts I didn't know. I'm pleased with his progress. He and I discover new and beautiful things about the world and each other every time we pray and study the Lord's Word together. I'm so happy I met him.

"That's about all I have to share for now. I've been doing little projects around the house, with Reggie's help, which have made my first week without you pass quickly. Even though it seems like it will be an eternity, I know the time will fly and we will be together soon.