Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 The Defiled Good Samaritan Keywords: caution, rape, 1st, interr, BM, WF,
FF, oral, pett, drugs Warning: This is an incomplete first draft.



   With the prosecution of some high-ranking government officials on Reggie
Johnson's payroll, he had decided to hang low for a while.  He had left his
operations in trusted hands, moved from the inner city, and ended up in
this small, rural community in the middle of nowhere.  He sagaciously
remained inconspicuous, yet sat on a fortune made dealing in drugs.



   Moving here to the sticks caused Reggie an unpleasant bouleversement. 
In the city, he had satiated his severe addiction for poontang with a
constant supply of new "girlfriends" to cultivate, preferring to bring down
younger, supercilious white girls from their high perches.  Here in the
boonies, however, he had not even a taste of pussy for four months, which
brought him to the Light of Christ Church.



   The Light of Christ Church seemed to be the only game in this small,
pathetic community.  However, the homogeneous white population contained
potential.  A couple of black parishioners like himself lived nearby; skin
color, however, was the only thing they had in common with him.  Of course
he played the role of a good, strong Christian deceptively well, no one
suspecting the evil among them.



   All houses of worship carried in their air that same musty stench Reggie
despised of old prayer books and Bibles.  From a rear pew in the church,
his eyes contemptuously beheld the obnoxiously large cross - symbol of
suppression, sexual inhibition, the eternal opposition - suspended from the
ceiling above the preacher.  His stare lustfully wandered to the delicious
curves of several slender young females, their perfectly shaped figures
beneath finest Sunday garments worthier objects of contemplation and the
only things making the malarkey spewing from Reverend Doyle's mouth and
that infernal book he read tolerable.  For Reggie, grueling Sunday service
was worse than Hell - and it was here on Earth.



   An attractive, young woman unintentionally garnered Reggie's attention
from the group of females he had been leering and became the sole recipient
of his malevolent reverie:

   Melissa Morgan accompanied her husband, Bill, every Sunday.  Her face
was an elixir of flaxen hair that descended past her shoulders in gentle
waves; steely blue eyes, their color taken from the heavens; a cute, round
nose; a petite mouth with full lips; light, unblemished skin.  Her dress
revealed a bosom that filled it nicely, not excessively; a narrow waist; a
thin, athletic hourglass figure; and a small, heart shaped behind.



   Neither Melissa nor her husband noticed Reggie take the vacant spot
beside her until services concluded and everyone wished their neighbors
peace.  After hugging and kissing, Bill and Melissa turned away from one
another - she toward Reggie, jauntily taking his hand.

   "Peace be with you," Melissa said looking up into Reggie's dark eyes,
her white hand encompassed in his.  Reggie's gigantic muscular stature
towered above her and Bill.  Reggie raked her with his eyes draining
self-confidence from her and making her feel small and vulnerable for an
instant.

   Reggie's keen, predatory sense of smell picked up the sweet scent of
nervousness, perhaps slight fear, from the sprite as they shook hands,
blood rushing to his penis and a very hard erection ensuing as quickly as a
teenage boy's when stealing his first kiss.  Melissa somehow failed to see
the impressive bulge in his pants that she caused.



   Whether by chance or iniquitous intervention, situations usually favored
Reggie's lustful desires.  Reverend Doyle was not finished yet...



   "Bill Morgan, Scott and Lisa Fridas, and Larry Smith, come on up here,"
Reverend Doyle beckoned in labored breaths, his fat, bloated gut spilling
over his belt.



   Malissa's husband left her side to join the other four individuals
summoned by Reverend Doyle.



   "Let's hear a round of applause for these good folks who have graciously
volunteered to be part of our missionary group leaving for Peru next week
to spread the word of our Lord, Jesus.  We're going to be gone for six
weeks, but y'all need to be here praying for us.  Brother Tom Gavin will be
on the pulpit leading services," Reverend Doyle announced to Reggie's
elation.

   That autumn Sunday church departed to an unusually mild, sunlit
afternoon - a joyous day bathed in amber that perfectly reflected Melissa's
radiance, a last gasp of summer, which had briefly revived to take its
final breath.

   Chapter 2

   Bill's luggage packed with clothes, toiletries, and most importantly, a
copy of the Bible, sat by the front door waiting as he perched on the sofa
with Melissa and read a final verse of scripture to her before his
departure.  Mattthew 25:35 - 25:40 seemed quite apropos given the nature of
his upcoming trip to some impoverished village in the jungles of South
America:
"For I was hungered, and you gave me meat: I was thirsty, and you gave

me drink: I was a stranger and you took me in..."



   Melissa heard Reverend Doyle's van outside, approaching up the long
driveway from the main road as Bill finished the passage.  She had tried
talking him out of this ridiculous trip, but since he had been saved two
years ago, Bill's involvement with the church increased to where it now
occupied almost every facet of their lives.  She tolerated Bill's
zealousness, even though she did not share it; she loved him dearly, and
had followed him from her beloved city to this backwoods location at the
end of the Earth they now called home.  She went through all the motions
for Bill - joining the choir, going to Bible study and prayer groups - yet
secretly, instead of unshakable faith everyone in the congregation shared,
Melissa sometimes doubted.  A tiny notion she successfully suppressed kept
trying to resurface from her deepest, darkest thoughts that perhaps all
these people kidded themselves and God was no more real than Santa Claus.

   Scott Fridas and Larry Smith sallied from Reverend Doyle's SUV to help
Bill load his luggage.  Lisa, Scott's wife, sauntered over to Melissa,
whose effulgent smile appeared dimmer than usual, as the men greeted one
another and began rearranging suitcases.

   "Don't worry about Bill.  We'll take good care of him," Lisa said
hugging Melissa.  "You really should have come with us."

   They had invited both Bill and Melissa to join their mission to a small,
poor village near Abancay in Peru.  However, she did not want to spend the
next six weeks battling insects in some third world country lacking
civilized amenities.  It was bad enough living out in the sticks here.  "I
know," Melissa replied.  "But winter is coming and someone needs to keep an
eye on things around the house."

   Bill turned to his lovely wife whose beautifully slender figure and
gorgeous face had caused heads to turn since her late teens, and
unintentionally still caused the same reaction from men in her
late-twenties, garnering jealousy from a number of female parishioners. 
Bill hugged and kissed her goodbye.  "I'll write," he said hopping into the
front passenger side of the SUV beside Reverend Doyle.  He hauled the heavy
door closed with a thud and waved from the other side of its window as they
pulled away.

   Melissa watched Reverend Doyle's SUV become smaller as its distance from
her grew, until only the faint red glow of its tail lights remained,
brighter for a moment as it slowed to take a far-off curve, then
disappearing as if swallowed by the surrounding forest.

   Once at the airport several flights would bring Bill and his group to
that far-away country with limited internet access.  For the next six
weeks, Melissa's primary method of communicating with him would be
reminiscent of an earlier generation that wrote letters on paper, placed
them in envelopes and sent them with stamps via Postal Service.



   In waning dusk, Melissa stood staring at the empty roadway and the grey
trees ascending towards aphotic clouds of a looming storm.  A north wind
caused her to shiver as the temperature precipitously dropped.

   A few miles away, a newer member of their church planned some missionary
work of his own, serving a different master everyone in the congregation
knew all too well, and avoided.

   *****Chapter 3******

   Isolated among the barren woods of late autumn, beneath a cold, dark,
starless sky, the house sat.  From its chimney, wind whisked away puffs of
grey smoke and howled of an approaching storm to dormant, grey trees with
branches twisted like elongated arthritic fingers.  Melissa faced the
fireplace languorously balled up at the end of the sofa as snow and sleet
began pelting the windows.  With Bill away, she took a long needed break
from Biblical passages, and decided she would start reading "The Girl with
the Dragon Tattoo" on her Kindle.



   Reggie Johnson went to their church but followed a different god that
commanded self-indulgence with beautiful, female flesh, and required a Host
to consecrate.  A non-believer might call it luck, but an uncanny force had
allowed Reggie to heinously take women for years - disrupting their
marriages, families, lives - while shielding him from retribution and
justice.

   The lights flickered and went dark as the storm brought down a distant
power line.  In this remote area, cell phone coverage was spotty and
Melissa could never get a signal from inside the house.  She had firewood
and would wait until the storm passed to go outside and call the power
company.  She longed for Bill to snuggle with and keep her warm and safe as
she watched the flames dance in radiant yellow and orange brilliance that
spilled tall, wavering shadows into the lonely room.

   A frantic pounding on the door interrupted Melissa's musings with a
startle.  Alone in the middle of the evening, the nearest neighbors miles
away, the knocking brought awareness of her vulnerability, and
apprehension, as she put down her Kindle to investigate.



   "Who is it?" Melissa cautiously shouted from behind the door.



   The incessant pummeling on the door stopped.



   "I'm Reggie Johnson, your neighbor from up the road.  I'm stuck out here
and need help, please," a voice that sounded vaguely familiar replied. 
Melissa did not recognize the name, but the passage Bill had read to her
earlier - helping a stranger in need - spoke to her now.



   A clatter from the lock turning brought a smile to Reggie he quickly
replaced with a brooding frown within that moment before the door opened.



   Melissa opened the door to an onslaught of wind and sleet and a flood of
chill night air that instantly displaced the warmth inside the house and
blew the flames in the fireplace away from it.  In the gloom, she did not
recognize the gigantic, imposing figure standing at her doorway.  "Come
in," she encouraged, moving to the side, guardedly allowing the dark figure
to pass and hurriedly shutting the door behind him.  "The power's out," she
explained leading him with the poise of a ballet dancer from the shadowy
hallway toward the warm fireplace.

   In light cast by the fire, Melissa recognized the figure covered in
melting snow and ice that formed puddles beneath his galoshes as the huge
black man who had sat next to her in Church.  He removed mitten-covered
hands from the pockets of his dark blue ski jacket and appreciatively waved
them above the genial flames.

   "What in heaven's name are you doing out on a night like this?" Melissa
asked.

   In silk pajamas that loosely followed the developed curves of Melissa's
young, athletic body, it took every ounce of willpower to stop his eyes
from devouring her and revealing his intentions.  "I saw the storm coming
and thought I better try to get gasoline for my generator and some
firewood. When I got to town, the store had closed already.  I tried to get
back home but my truck slid off the road and got stuck a mile back from
here," Reggie explained peeling off his wet mittens and sticking them in
his jacket pocket.

   Melissa thought about this situation for a moment - the
inappropriateness of a strange black man alone with her at night with her
husband away.  She did not like this scenario, but she could not in good
conscience refuse Reggie lodging while the storm raged, and answered
sympathetically, "Well you can't go out with it storming like this.  You'll
freeze to death.  Let me take your jacket to dry before you catch cold."
She went to help him remove a backpack he was wearing so he could take off
the jacket, but he stopped her.

   "I've got it," Reggie said.  "It's pretty heavy." He placed the backpack
on the hardwood floor leaning it against the end of the sofa.  Melissa hung
his ski jacket over the back of a chair and left his galoshes by the fire
to dry.

   With his puffy jacket off, Melissa noticed large muscles bulging beneath
Reggie's shirt and wondered what type of strenuous physical labor he
performed to make them so big.  She did not find black men alluring, but
Reggie could be described as somewhat handsome.  His strong facial
structure looked like it had been sculpted in marble with smooth, dark
brown skin; short, kinky, black hair on top; wet, black eyes like obsidian.




   Melissa took a sip of tea she had prepared earlier now lukewarm and saw
Reggie watching her.  "I'm sorry I can't make you some with the power out.
Would you like something cold to drink?  Ice water perhaps?" she joked.

   "Actually, I am a little thirsty, but you can hold the ice," answered
Reggie.



   Melissa minced her way to the kitchen nursing the fragile flame from a
candle.  When she left the room, Reggie leaned over to where his backpack
sat next to the couch, silently retracted its zipper enough to slide his
hand inside, and procured a vial he had brought for this special occasion,
spiking her tea with a dose of the clear liquid - the finest date rape
formulation ever available.



   Snow and sleet fell outside and frigid wind strained through crevices in
the old, drafty structure as Melissa groped in the dimly lit cupboard for a
glass.  It began to look likely that this black man, a practical stranger,
would spend the night - a prospect that didn't sit well with her.



   Reggie was zippering his backpack closed as Melissa returned with a
glass of water.  "As soon as it lets up, we'll call someone," she stated,
tactfully hinting that she did not want him here any longer than necessary.
"Sorry my cell phone doesn't work in the house."



   "We can't get anyone to come out in this weather now anyway, I guess,"
Reggie answered as Melissa returned to the other end of the sofa.



   Melissa sipped from her half-full cup, the cold giving the tea a
slightly different, vaguely salty, but not distasteful flavor, she thought,
smacking her lips together and finishing the soupcon remaining.



   "Have you lived here long?" Melissa asked, finding herself in a more
talkative mood.



   "About four months."



   "Where are you from?"



   Reggie paused a moment not wanting to reveal too much about himself and
thinking about his answer.  He wanted her to speak more and tell him
everything about herself.  "Ashville," he lied.  "How about you," he asked,
encouraging a garrulousness uncharacteristic in her the drug induced.



   Unusual exhilaration and a girlish silliness she had buried years ago
bubbled to her surface and she opened more to him, providing her entire
life history in speech becoming increasingly slurred and less coherent.

   Reggie comfortably reclined with his arm around her shoulders, his touch
strangely redolent of her first loves, and smiled into her face as he
rubbed an extremely large bulge in his pants.  Melissa saw the outline of
his immense manhood straining against the fabric and comprehended something
wasn't right.  She tried standing and almost fell down, but Reggie jumped
to his feet and caught her.



   "Whoa, you're in no condition to walk," Reggie said, holding Melissa
against his body.  She was everything he ever sought in a woman but never
found.



   Held tightly in Reggie's arms she tried to recoil from his hardness that
pushed through his clothes and pressed into her tummy.

   "Get hands off.  Let... go," She babbled - nausea and grogginess setting
in.



   "What's the matter?  You're not feeling well, baby?" Reggie asked with a
heinous smile.



   She stared at him with the vacant look of someone heavily drugged and on
an intense trip.



   "I better get you in bed; you probably have the flu or something."



   Reggie set Melissa on the sofa and with the candle she had used earlier,
searched her house, finding her cellphone and keys on the kitchen table,
and in one of the rooms a computer from which he took the power cord.  He
returned to the sofa but Melissa was gone, the front door left open as an
invitation for cold, wind and sleet.  Reggie grabbed a flashlight from his
backpack and found her still in pajamas outside, soaked, freezing, and
slumped on the hood of her car, its doors locked and its keys in his pocket
with her cellphone.

   *********Chapter 4**********



   Atop Melissa's chiffonier a solitary candle glimmered, her somber
bedroom filled with shadows and chill.  Behind purple lips her teeth
chattered as she shivered in Reggie's arms, drugs attenuating the feeble
kicks, strikes, and desperate squirms of a freezing girl in soaked silk
pajamas.

   Reggie plopped her into bed, his cock hard and aching to soothe itself
in her tight pussy, but a more important issue requiring attention first:
preventing hypothermia.  "We've got to get these wet pajamas off you right
away," he said starting to unbutton her top.  She scrabbled to keep her
buttons fastened and hinder his progress; but Melissa's full, firm breasts
and tight, flat stomach appeared as Reggie ultimately succeeded in undoing
the piece and it dangled opened.

   "No, leave me alone," Melissa slurred clutching the open, wet garment to
her chest as he sat her up and grappled it from her.  Off her shoulders and
down her arms the pajama top finally came with several rough tugs, Reggie
tossing it off the bed.  Her arm instantaneously crossed over her chest
concealing her nipples that had hardened from the cold.  Reggie shoved her
back; his fingers slid inside the waistbands of her pajama bottoms and
panties, bunching them in his fists, and fiercely yanked them from her
hips, down her legs, and off her body - the sodden silk garments all
reunited somewhere on the floor.  Naked on her back beneath him, arm
covering her breasts, hand over her vagina, and shivers so severe the bed
trembled as if part of her.



   Reggie managed to undress and at the same time keep Melissa restrained -
not an easy feat even with her drugged and half frozen, her body twisting
beneath him as he straddled her.



   It was only a quick glimpse, but was his cock that large or were the
shadows playing tricks on her eyes?  "This will get you warm," Reggie said
as the weight of his firm, muscular, naked body came down on top of hers,
pressing her into the mattress.



   "Get off me," Melissa groaned through clenched teeth, her hands
ineffectively pushing at his sides, her nipples poking into his chest. 
Reggie was further down in bed, yet lying against her his warm, hard, thick
penis revealed its size through its touch, reaching all the way up to her
belly button and confirming that what she saw was not a shadowy illusion -
the thing was monstrous.



   Melissa's body thawed from Reggie's warmth and she began drowsing
underneath him from the drug as he stroked her soft, flowing hair.  He
nibbled her neck and her nipples perked into him.  "That's it baby.  Just
let me keep you warm," Reggie whispered as the flames from the fireplace in
the living room died and the temperature in the house dropped further.  His
hand briefly stopped by his mouth to get saliva on its fingers, and
descended between her legs.

   As the candle in her room dimmed, Melissa's consciousness followed a
similar course drifting toward delirium.  There were brief intervals when
she hallucinated in the darkness - Reggie was Bill; they shared happy,
tender moments - and she stopped resisting.  These were instances when
Reggie established a foothold, extended boundaries, secured concessions,
seized additional territory:

   "Ooh, Bill, please," Melissa whimpered as Reggie culled her clitoris
from her soft, silky folds and petted her tiny, pink friend -awakening it
from months of dormancy into swollen arousal.  A few minutes later
realizing this wasn't Bill she slurred: "No, stop it!" Her fingers dug into
Reggie's wrist and tried unsuccessfully to pull his hand away from her
vagina.

   "Don't fight it!" Reggie thundered as he viciously twisted her nipples
and slapped her face.  The tactic diverted her attention - he held her down
and masturbated her uninterrupted.  Her fidgeting subsided with another
hallucination and opportunity for him - he reached down to her inner thigh
and coaxed one leg further away from the other.  His fingers parted her
labia to expose her private, pink place, which glistened with secretions.
He descended to her pussy for a closer inspection and its warmth touched
his face; its fragrant female scent reached his nostrils; its sweet nectar
bathed his taste buds as he began licking her clit, which caused her pelvis
to undulate.



   "Oh God, please don't," she cried, suddenly realizing again that this
was not Bill - a strange man was performing oral sex on her.  Her hands on
Reggie's nappy hair pushed to move him away, but his mouth remained
fastened to her soppy swollen pussy.  "Oh, please, Bill, oh, Bill, Bill..."
she cried in stupor.  Each time she repeated Bill's name, her shoves to
Reggie's head diminished in force, and in her mind phantasms of Bill
returned and replaced Reggie in her bed, and once more her resistance waned
and her hands came to gently rest on Reggie's head allowing him to
proceed...



   The candle flame turned into a tiny bead and the room had become almost
completely dark.  Reggie pushed his big, fat cock against Melissa's
entrance.  He wanted to get inside her now, while she remained receptive,
before her hallucinations passed and she resisted him again, and before the
drug started wearing off.  But his penis was much larger than Bill's, both
in circumference and length, and her vagina had difficulty accommodating it
at first.  He pushed harder and her lips stretched open and admitted the
head of his cock.

   "It hurts this time, Bill," she cried, her words slurred.  Bill's cock
felt different - bigger.  It seemed to open her more than previously and
there was incredible friction now between their genitals that never
existed.



   "Oh, you feel so good," Reggie exclaimed to the soothing relief of
dipping his aching cock into her tight wet silky cunt.  It's okay, baby,
I'm in now - I'll go easy."

   "Owe, no, Bill, it really hurts.  It feels different," Melissa whimpered
as Reggie slowly, but steadily inserted more of his length into her.  "Take
it out," she bleated as her pussy was stretched way beyond dimensions that
had suited Bill.

   "You'll get used to it, baby, and start loving it soon," Reggie said as
his cock, barely fitting all the way in her, finally bottomed out and began
its slow reversal.





   "Ooh, don't, oh, oh, oh..." Melissa began to moan in synchronization
with Reggie's thrusts, a creeping, steady cadence like a car's windshield
wipers set on low on a drizzly night.

   Reggie's cock was so fleshy it pulled Melissa's vaginal labia - which
were tightly stretched and adhered around it - in whichever direction it
travelled.  Beguiled, Melissa thought that Bill felt so different tonight,
when in actuality she was feeling Reggie.  But it had been over a month
since she had sex with Bill, their love life no longer what it was when
they first married, and the sensations from Reggie's cock, while unlike any
she had ever experienced, were not entirely unpleasant anymore and seemed
to become more enjoyable as she got used to them.

   Remembering the reaction in Melissa's nipples from earlier, Reggie began
nibbling her neck and worked his way to each of her ears.

   "Ooh sweatheart," Melissa gasped.  Her hands glided up his muscular back
and embraced him.

   Reggie locked his lips to hers and began French kissing her.



   Melissa's hands slid up to Reggie's head as they kissed.  But the drug
began to wear off in her.  The nappy hair was the first thing she realized
could not be Bill's - then the incredible muscles, the gigantic body, and
most disturbing of all, the huge piston working inside her.  Melissa had to
turn her head to get Reggie's tongue out of her mouth and break their kiss.
"Please stop - get off me," she began to cry realizing that she was having
intercourse with someone other than her husband.



   "I can't stop now baby, you got me started and I've got to finish,"
Reggie answered.



   Melissa couldn't remember how they started fucking like this, but they
were "doing it" and this was not at all like her.  Of course there had been
a couple of boys before she had married, but she had always been faithful
to Bill.  She never even considered being with another man, especially a
black one.  But she knew men well enough to realize at this point there was
little chance this huge bull - the way he was going at it with her - was
ever going stop and pull out without cuming first, which made her realize
something even more worrisome than the horrifying fact that she had been
unfaithful to her husband: it didn't feel like Reggie was wearing a condom
and she was not on any type of birth control.



   "Please, you've got to stop," Melissa begged.  "I'm married; this is
adultery and I could get pregnant."



   Rather than deterring Reggie, the chance of impregnating Melissa had an
opposite effect on him.  He always found making a baby with a beautiful
white woman alluring, even if she was married.  It permanently bonded her
to him in a way by combining their DNA; even though they might not always
remain together, they would always be together in another person.



   "Don't worry.  I'll take it out before I cum, baby," Reggie reassured
her.  But there was no way he would stop now or pull his cock out like he
just promised - she felt too good.



   "Ooh," Melissa, gasped as his cock sawed in and out and rubbed beneath
her clitoris.  This sensitive spot on her had never been stimulated during
intercourse before.  But no one she had ever been with had a penis this
large either.  She was confused, barely coming down from her high, and
succumbed to pleasure for just a little while.



   "No, I can't.  This isn't right," Melissa suddenly argued again out of
nowhere as she felt an orgasm approach.



   "Shhh, just relax.  No one's going to find out about us," Reggie said.
Now in complete darkness - for the candle flame had turned to a blue speck
and finally burned out - some very distinguishable sounds were heard: the
splashing of their body fluids mixing together, the squeaking of bed
springs that announced their every movement into each other, Melissa's
moans of despair that perhaps contained a hint of something more, and the
incessant howl from the storm outside that raged on.



   "Ooh, oh, oh, God please, no," Melissa mewled.  But it was too late. 
She was cuming; her pussy was squeezing Reggie's cock uncontrollably and no
words, no actions could conceal this physical truth occurring between them.
And God was not going to help her.



   "That's it, baby, that's what I want.  Cum for me and show me how much
you love me," Reggie goaded as Melissa's fingernails dug into the muscles
in his biceps.



   Melissa could only squeal between heavy breaths in response.  It felt
like butterflies in her thighs and abdomen, like going over the crest of a
hill in steep descent in a car; like going too fast and too high on a
swing. Until this night with him, she had never experienced multiple
orgasms.  But doing this with another man, a black man, outside of her
marriage was horrible and disgusting.  She despised Reggie for somehow
getting her do it with him and her body for betraying her.  The entire
night seemed like an endless series of climaxes she could not stop. 
Melissa was unable to keep track but Reggie counted her cum 12 times when
he finally allowed himself to orgasm:

   Melissa had noticed Reggie's thrusts accelerated and he banged into her
with greater force.  His muscles grew harder from tension inside him
reaching a boiling point.  But in the middle of another orgasm herself, she
had ignored the signs.

   "Oh, baby, I'm going to cum," Reggie announced.

   "Take it out now," Melissa cried.  But neither one of them did anything
to change the physical course they were on.  He felt her pussy squeezing
his cock and she felt his cock begin filling her pussy with cum.

   Reggie remained on top of Melissa after they finished having sex.  She
felt his ejaculate oozing from her pussy.

   "You need to go," Melissa slurred still high from the drug but trying to
push Reggie off her.



   Reggie rolled off Melissa and replied, "I can't leave.  There's a
blizzard out there.  Besides, you're feverish and I need to keep an eye on
you."



   Had she been sick?  Melissa recalled not feeling well and for some
reason being outside in the snow almost freezing to death.

   Reggie grabbed Melissa by the hair in the back of her head and shoved
her face into his slimy, flaccid penis.  "Now suck my cock," he growled at
her.  She had never performed oral sex on Bill and the thought of doing so
with a strange black man would have normally repulsed her.  But she was
still high and Reggie was hurting her.  She knew it was wrong, but she did
not have a choice.  In darkness her mouth found Reggie's shaft and sucked
on it.  Their body fluids didn't taste as nasty as she had thought they
would.  She reached down and rolled his big, heavy balls in her hand.

   "That's it, just like that, baby," Reggie cooed, releasing her hair.

   Reggie's cock became hard again and Melissa's lips barely fit around it.
Her hands ran up and down his shaft as she sucked on its head.  She could
not believe how big it had become and that it had actually been inside her
like this.  Then she realized what she had done: if she could not bring him
to orgasm soon, he would probably fuck her again.  She began making serious
love to his cock orally in hopes of placating it with her mouth instead of
having to again with her pussy.

   "That's good.  I' m going to fuck you now," Reggie said pulling her by
the hair away from his erect penis and getting back on top of her.



   "No, I don't want to fuck again," Melissa blurted.  She never used that
four letter word, not even with Bill when they made love.  "No, please
don't," she whimpered as she felt Reggie's cock entering her.  There was no
physical discomfort for her this time, only a snug, pleasurable feeling of
joining with a man accentuated by her intoxication.

   ******Chapter 5 ***********

   More snow was forecasted and early morning achromatic light from an
overcast sky crept in and gave the room an ashen aura.  Although Melissa
had resisted, drugging her had made it easier to fuck her.  He now held her
beneath his arm as she slept soundly, and in the light he appreciated her
delicate facial features and her incredible body nude that he had taken. 
The air in the room was cold; he could see their breath.  Without power or
fire for heat they stayed warm beneath blankets.

   How fatuous her Bill had been to let stay such a beautiful creature
unprotected and isolated - an easy target for a sexual predator.  The
fool's priorities were all screwed up, Reggie thought.  By travelling away
to teach abstinence and morality, Bill had ignorantly left his lovely wife
to receive a different type of proselytizing - the lessons of
self-indulgence and carnal pleasure Reggie forced upon her.



   Melissa's eyes fluttered open in the late afternoon from a sleep so deep
she wasn't sure of the day.  Reggie Johnson was in bed with her, his arm
around her with hand cupping her breast, and they were both naked!  "Oh my
God, what are you doing here?" Melissa yelped trying to move his arm off
her chest.  "Get off me and get out of my bed!"



   "Wait a minute," Reggie blasted refusing to budge.  "You let me stay
over because of the blizzard.  You became feverish and ran outside in your
pajamas.  I found you out there soaked and wet going into hypothermia.  I
saved your life by getting your clothes off and warming you up.  I can't
help it if you got carried away after that.  Now you're treating me this
way?"



   Melissa remembered only fragments of the evening that appeared to her
through a foggy haze: speaking with Reggie, feeling nauseous, being outside
in freezing cold - and most disturbing, intercourse with him.  She could
not recollect when or how they became intimate, but the images of their sex
were burnt in her mind like scenes from a pornographic video.  She sat up
in the bed and brought her hand over her eyes.  She had never done anything
like this before.  She didn't even find black men attractive.  She prayed
that Reggie had used condoms, and reached down under the blanket.  Her hand
found what she feared: the crusty residue of dried semen all over her body
- on her chest and stomach and most alarming of all, in her small patch of
pubic hair.

   Reggie curiously waited for Melissa's response.  How much did she
remember from yesterday evening and did she believe the lie he just told
her?  She scooted over creating distance between them and pulled more of
the blanket around herself.

   "You need to leave now."

   "I'm not leaving in this weather.  Besides, I don't want to end our
relationship," said Reggie with a sadistic grin.  "In fact my cock is hard
and needs relief."



   Melissa could not believe what Reggie said to her speaking that way with
such vulgarity.  "We don't have a relationship and I can promise you that
we are never having sex again." She jumped from the bed and with a blanket
wrapped around her headed toward the chiffonier for some clothes to put on.
She noticed her wet pajama bottoms and panties wadded together on the floor
and the pajama top a distance away as if the garments had been snatched
from her and haphazardly tossed.  Why would they be strewn about the room
like this?  None of this appeared right or made sense.  Reggie's story
sounded more implausible the longer she thought about it.  She intended to
find her phone and call the police if he refused to leave.

   Melissa's contemptuousness aggravated Reggie, begged him to action.  He
sprung from the bed and jerked the blanket off Melissa as she rummaged
through her dresser with her back toward him.



   In a fury Melissa whipped around and glowered at Reggie a moment.  "Get
out of my house now or I'll call the police," she blustered as they stood
facing each other nude.  His eyes raked her body the same way they did the
first time he had met her at church, but nakedness now made her more
insecure.  She could not control her eyes and they fell down to his
impossible manhood.  How did something that large fit inside her?  It
wasn't even erect yet.



   Melissa wasn't contacting the police or anyone else because he had taken
her cellphone and the power cord to her computer; and she wasn't going
anywhere - except back in bed for another fuck session - because he had
taken her car keys as well.  From the back of her head he twisted her
beautiful flaxen hair in his fist and pulled tightly, causing her head to
tilt backwards as his other hand squeezed her neck.  "I don't think you
understand the seriousness of our relationship," Reggie spit into her
terrified, agonized eyes.  "We've already done it together a bunch of times
and you loved it.  That makes us fuck buddies and you just don't get to end
this because you feel like it." He temporarily released her neck to slap
her face and get her attention.  "I'm your boyfriend.  Now do you want to
fuck?" he sadistically asked forcing her head to nod in reply.  "Good girl.
You're learning quickly," he said.

   It felt like he was tearing her scalp open as he towed her by a crop of
her hair across the room; his other hand around her neck restricted her
breathing and she clawed her throat for precious air as he steered her to
the bed like some evil puppeteer.

   Obtaining air had become Melissa's only concern after he released her
throat.  She wheezed in the bed to catch her breath as he parted her legs.



   Reggie was eager to see what her pussy looked like in daylight when he
could appreciate its intricate folds and coloration better.  He ran his
fingers through her soft labia and spread them, revealing delightful pink -
and her most beautiful and sensual part of all, there for him to touch. 
Delicately, he culled her clitoris.  Although a man might naturally think
with his "other head", he could condition a woman to think with her "little
head" - she just required a little more skill, time, and patience, Reggie
thought.



   She closed her legs.



   "Keep your goddamn legs open," he furiously roared, slapping her thighs
until they glowed red and reopened.



   His back was towards her, her thigh tucked in his arm to prevent it from
reclosing, as he played with her lips and clit.  "No," she finally managed
hoarsely spitting out while slapping at his back with absolutely no effect.
She fell on her pillow frustrated as he continued manipulating her
clitoris. "No, please stop it," she cried shaking her head from side to
side.  If only there was something in reach to smash over his skull.





   He exulted as her clit enlarged in his fingers and a soppy, slippery
sheen that came from her coated it.  She was still sobbing, although
attenuated tears, as he plied her clit and brought out its sensuous
poignancy for her.  "Shush, shush, shush, this isn't hurting you," he
repeated as if trying to soothe a baby.



   "Please, stop touching it," Melissa whimpered.



   A subtle undulation in her pelvis lasting only a few seconds indicated
to him that the "little head" between her legs was beginning to think. 
That was what he wanted to see and cultivate - to get her little head doing
more thinking.



   "You want me to stop touching it?" Reggie mocked as he harried her
clitoris, the involuntary undulations in her pelvis eventually resuming
with increasing frequency and force.  "That's it," he commented.



   She hated him for making her body do this, hated Bill for leaving her
alone for Reggie to take, hated herself for gullibly allowing Reggie into
her house, and most of all hated her body for betraying her.



   He stopped masturbating her to change position.  "What are you doing?"
Melissa asked worriedly as he faced her with an intimidating erection and
spread her legs again.  Her eyes fastened to his threatening penis that
looked like a tree trunk with a humongous ball sac pendulously hanging
beneath it.



   Reggie answered with only a smile as he climbed between her legs and
lined up his cock with her opening.



   "No, please.  I can't do that with you again.  I'm married and I'm not
on birth control."



   Melissa and Bill had been trying to have a child for some time.  Doctors
had explained that because of Bill's low sperm count it would be difficult,
but possible for Melissa to conceive with him.  In the past few months,
however, Bill had become discouraged and fallen down on the job with her.



   "I'll take it out," Reggie promised as his bulbous head made contact
with her moist opening.  Melissa had no recollection of his broken promises
from the previous night, but panicked just the same.



   "No, please, Reggie, I'll do anything else."



   "Sorry, baby, nothing else will do."



   "Use a condom then..."

   Melissa couldn't believe she had just asked him to wear a condom as if
she was consenting to having intercourse with him.



   "I don't have any; never use them.  It just doesn't feel as good or as
intimate."



   He was sliding into her and all Melissa could think about was if by some
remote chance Bill might have condoms in the house.  But it was a futile
hope since they had been trying to have a baby.



   "Oh, yea, your pussy feels so good," Reggie exclaimed.  He had built up
a throbbing erection while masturbating her.



   Melissa could not believe he was inside her, that a black man was
fucking her.  Her contempt grew especially for Bill.  If she became
pregnant with Reggie's child it would be Bill's fault for making her move
to this isolated place and then leaving her alone and vulnerable.  Bill had
insisted on going with those bible freaks and let this happen to her.



   She felt Reggie's cock pull her pussy lips, which stretched around it,
in and out with its thrusts, giving her excruciating pleasure unlike
anything she had experienced with any other man - including Bill's modest
size penis.  But this wasn't right.  She hated what Reggie was doing to her
even if it felt good.  "Okay, Reggie, take it out now," Melissa pleaded. 
"Please take it out of me."



   "In a little while, after you cum for me, baby."



   He repulsed her, expecting her to orgasm for him on top of everything
else.  Melissa refused to go that far but found herself dragged there
anyway, his cock rubbing that extra sensual spot underneath her clitoris as
he fucked her.  "I can't," Melissa cried confused.  She hated him, she
wanted his cock out of her, but it felt good...



   "No, Reggie, you said you would take it out now," she mewled, her
nipples poking into his chest, her pussy squeezing his cock, her legs
locking around his ass, her hands gliding up his muscular back.  She was
cumming multiple times and fucking him back as much as he was fucking her.
The bed squeaked rapidly, and loudly enough to be heard throughout the
house.  Melissa's cries became erotic moans that increased in volume.  But
fortunately no one was present for this sordid chorus.  "Ooh, ooh, ooh,
ooh, Reggie.  Don't forget to take it out of me."



   "I'll take it out.  Don't worry." He started gently nibbling her neck,
working his way to her ear and it was all over for Melissa.  They were
French kissing and embracing one another when Reggie came in her.

   *******



   Two days later snow still fell and Reggie and Melissa sat naked on the
sofa next to each other in front of the cold, flameless fireplace filled
with ash.  They had been too busy keeping each other warm the past three
days to get more firewood.  Fortunately, power had returned earlier.

   "I want my phone back," Melissa commented almost emotionlessly as she
sat in the nude with his arm around her shoulders staring at the dark
fireplace as if there were flames in it.  Her jaw ached from where he had
slapped her earlier.  Bruises covered both her nipples and to a lesser
degree her buttocks.  When she had resisted his advances she suffered
physically and ended up having intercourse with him anyway.



   "Who do you want to call?" Reggie asked.



   Melissa looked down, "No one, I just want it back."



   "I'll give it back to you later.  Now suck my cock again."



   She turned and glared at him belligerently as his hand reached up behind
her neck.



   "No, I don't want to do that again."



   Her head shimmied as she tried to hold back and he dragged her towards
him.  She never engaged in oral sex because of its sinful nature, yet over
the past three days she received it and gave it repeatedly.



   "Don't fight it," Reggie said as he pushed her face into his lap.  This
was the third time today.



   "Now take it in your mouth and suck it like you're in love with it," he
snarled irritated by her hesitation.



   She didn't want to do this again but didn't want another beating either,
so she took Reggie's flaccid cock in her mouth and began sucking.



   "That's better," he said looking down at her blond hair and easing up on
the force he had been applying to her.  He held her head and began gently
rubbing her back with his other hand.  "You see how much better it is if
you don't resist me?  I don't want to hurt you.  I'll love you and treat
you nice if you treat me nice."



   "Uh-huh," Melissa moaned with a mouthful of cock.  It became big and
hard again and she could barely fit its head in her mouth.  Her hand held
his penis at its base while she ran her tongue and lips over the upper two
thirds of its shaft.  After being forced for three days to give head she
became good at it.  Her other hand gently rolled his big heavy balls which
felt warm and soft.  The sound of her lips smacking together like she was
impolitely eating with her mouth open filled the room as she went down on
him.



   "Make sure you swallow all of it this time," Reggie warned her.  She
followed his cue, put her lips around the head of his cock again, and
pumped its shaft.  "That's it, like you love it," he reminded her.



   "Oh, yea, doesn't that taste good?" Reggie asked as Melissa passionately
made love to his penis with her mouth and hands and gulped down the cream
spurting from it.



   "Mhmm," she moaned.



   When he finished she retreated to the other end of the sofa with the
taste of his semen still in her mouth.  She didn't understand how he could
make so much of it - she had swallowed five mouthfuls and after he had
already cum twice this morning.  She didn't think it possible for a human
male to be this virile, and to practically not experience a refractory
period.



   Reggie rose from the couch and Melissa's eyes raked his big, black
muscular body, landing on his flaccid cock which now hung pendulously in
front of him after she had finished performing oral sex on it.

   "What you're doing to me is wrong, Reggie.  You're hurting me and
angering God.  You need to stop this and repent," she tried reasoning to
him.  "You can still save your soul."



   While Melissa droned, Reggie silently stood staring at a thick metal
cross about eight inches long that irritated him hanging on the living room
wall by the hallway entrance.



   "Will the Lord forgive me for what I've done?" Reggie asked remorsefully
as he went over to the annoying cross and took it off the wall.  It looked
perfect - highly polished with smooth rounded edges.



   "Yes if you're truly sorry and ask for his forgiveness." Melissa saw him
with the cross in his hand.  "Do you want me to pray with you with that?"

   She appeared angelic to Reggie.  "Are you going to forgive me?" he
asked.



   Melissa looked down and saw the nakedness Reggie made her stay in and
hesitated a moment.  "Yes," she murmured sotto voce.



   He sat down beside her and pulled her leg onto his lap.



   "What are you doing?" she squealed as he reached down to her open crotch
and began playing with her pussy.  "No, stop doing that - don't!"
Accidentally forgetting his violent temperament, her hands instinctively
clawed at his wrist and he replied with another smack across her face.



   "Oh God, no," Melissa cried rubbing her face as he began to masturbate
her again and play with her clit.  She hated when he touched it and made it
react.  "Don't touch me there," she blubbered as she slouched on the sofa,
looked down between her legs and watched him do it.



   She became wet and so did the cross he took off the wall when he
inserted the end of it in her pussy and gently used it as a dildo while
fingering her clit.  He wanted to humiliate her - distance her from God by
making this as sensuous as possible to her.  "Let's pray," he mocked. 
"Lord, Jesus, please help my girlfriend, Melissa, cum.  Thank you Lord -
Amen."



   Aghast, she watched him gracefully slide that cross in and out of her.
He did not stop until she did the blasphemous and debasing thing he had
prayed for: "Yes, God, Amen," he exclaimed each time she climaxed.



   He made her orgasm three times: "I guess God answered my prayers.  You
came three times for the Holy Trinity.  You have something in common with
Jesus - you both cum with a cross.  Now I don't want to hear anymore babble
about God.  You see how He answers your prayers.  My prayers were answered
but I didn't pray to God." He rose from the sofa leaving the cross in her
pussy, and went to his backpack to retrieve her car keys and phone.



   Melissa reached down between her legs and in disgust let the slippery
cross fall from her hand on to the hardwood floor with a thud.



   "Here you go," he said with a confident smile handing her phone and keys
back.  "You can have them now."



   Melissa sat and silently stared at the items in her hand.  The roads
were icy and snowed in so the keys were useless.  The phone would not work
in the house and she could not get outside without drawing Reggie's
attention.  Whom would she call and what would she say?  This was a small
town and everyone talked.  They would all learn every flagitious detail of
what Reggie did to her and she would become the subject of gossip -
malicious lies.  Bill could never handle it and neither could she.



   ***********Chapter 7*************







   Usually the longer a sin or vice is practiced, the less distasteful it
becomes to those engaged in it, and those who frequently engage in such
activities together tend to grow comfortable doing so with one another.  By
the time her bruises from not cooperating those first days began to fade
and the snow began to thaw, Melisa began to find sex with Reggie less
unpleasant and her situation with him slightly bearable - almost as if he
had been forcing her to smoke cigarettes with him until she started
acquiring the habit herself.



   It was an unusually cold fall even for this northern climate and it took
a couple of weeks for the snow to melt.  The sky remained cloudy and the
days gloomy with rain.  Reggie stared at Melissa from across the kitchen
table.  He had just finished fucking her on it and they both sat naked.

   She was beautiful and young and he took her now, with only a little
fuss, whenever he wanted.  But in the two weeks he had been here her
previously tidy home deteriorated into a mess of dirty dishes piled high in
the sink and her clothes strewn all over the house.  She was barely able to
keep anything on without him undressing her - her jeans, shirts, pajamas,
and underwear in the various locations where he had taken them off her and
had sex with her: the kitchen table, the couch, the living room floor, and
of course the bed.



   He wanted to fuck constantly never giving her time to pick up or clean.
It disgusted Melissa to fornicate like this and embarrassed her to have her
house in such disarray with her dirty panties right here on the kitchen
table.  At least no one had been by to see this mess.  With the snow
finally melting she thought Reggie would leave.  She would try to forget
the disgusting things he made her do with him and put the entire ordeal
behind her before Bill returned.  It would be better to live with this
secret than share the embarrassing truth with everyone in the community.



   "I think I'll stay until your husband gets back," Reggie sneered.  "You
need to write him a nice letter telling him what a good, strong Christian I
am."



   His audacity flabbergasted her and she looked at him incredulously.

   "Start writing!" Reggie snapped.  He dictated the letter as Melissa
wrote:



   "Dear Bill,



   I miss you dearly.  I hope things are going well in Peru.  Please give
Scott, Larry, Lisa, and Rev.  Doyle my best.  We had an early blizzard
right after your departure.  You left just in time.  The power was out for
two days, but a new parishioner at our church, Reggie Johnson, brought
extra firewood and shoveled some snow for me.  With the bad weather, I have
been reluctant to go on the roads and have not attended church.  But Reggie
has been coming over to study bible with me and we pray together often.  We
have become very good friends.  He is a strong Christian and a good man.  I
like him very much.  I'm certain you will like him too once you get to know
him.



   I know I tried to discourage you from going on this mission.  I should
not have been so selfish with you.  I'm glad you went now.  This is what
God wanted you to do.  Sometimes, God's plans are not clear to us until we
have the luxury of hind sight.  You are spreading the Lord's word in Peru
and I am sharing His word here with Reggie who has only recently discovered
Jesus.  So both you and I have been blessed in different ways to spread the
good news.



   That's about all I have to share for now.  I've been doing lots of
things around the house which have made these past two weeks pass very
quickly.  Even though it seems like it will be an eternity now, I know the
next four weeks will fly by and we will be together again soon.



   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.

   She recoiled slightly when she finished the letter, he pulled her into
his arms, and their naked bodies touched.  She felt his big flaccid cock
against her tummy as he hugged her and dreaded sex with him again,
especially after what he just made her write.

   "Would you like to go to town to mail this and get some supplies?" he
asked almost conciliatorily.  With relief her tiny body suddenly relaxed in
his arms.  She looked up into his face with her limpid, blue eyes and
nodded.

   ****************

   It was a raw, gloomy day as they trekked a short distance from her house
through the leaden forest.  The carpet of dead, wet leaves scrunched like
crumpling paper as they trampled on it.  He had hid his truck off the main
road just beyond her property behind some brush.  She remembered he told
her it had skid from the road during the storm and became stuck.  Yet here
it was carefully parked and drivable.



   "You told me your truck slid off the road and was stuck," Melissa said,
her voice containing a hint of irritation.



   A big grin revealed the whitest teeth, which appeared even brighter
against his dark complexion.  "I was playing you," Reggie replied.

   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.
It became obvious that he had planned the whole thing and drugged her that
first night to get in her pants, which brought her thoughts back to Bill -
none of this would have happened if Bill had heeded her wishes and remained
with her.  She prayed to God to take away her anger with Bill, to make this
coerced and depraved relationship with Reggie end, to prevent her from
becoming pregnant with Reggie's baby.





   His wipers set way too low allowed drizzle to build up on the
windshield, until she could barely see out the window, which annoyed her
and ended her silent appeal to God.  "I think you should turn your wipers
on higher so you don't have an accident."

   "You're afraid of us having an accident?" Reggie quipped.



   "Yes, make them go faster," she replied, her naiveté missing his
humorous reference to unplanned pregnancy.  A sheltered life had maintained
innocence in Melissa that in many ways reflected her youthful appearance
and not her actual age of 29.



   He shook his head while rolling his eyes and switched the wipers to the
next higher setting.



   "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 the 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 the wide and confusing selection of
condoms.  She tremulously pulled a box of the largest sized ones 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 in a burglary.



   "Melissa?"



   Melissa closed her eyes, inhaled 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.  Everything okay?"

   "Hi Kelly, everything is fine," Melissa answered as she saw Kelly
inquisitively look at Reggie.  "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.


   Sweat formed in Melissa's palms and armpits as she worried Kelly might
see the box of double extra-large condoms among her purchases being rung
up. "I'm sorry, this is my friend, Reggie Johnson; he's a new parishioner
at the church," Melissa said hoping to keep Kelly distracted.

   "Are you two here together?" Kelly asked noticing how close Reggie stood
to Melissa.

   "The battery in my car died - probably from the cold weather - and
Reggie brought me here to get some shopping done," Melissa blurted before
Reggie had a chance to speak and say too much.



   "I see," Kelly replied, her demeanor noticeably changing as she saw the
cashier scan Melissa's box of condoms.  "I guess it was nice seeing you,"
she coolly added, leaving for another checkout line that just opened with
no waiting.



   "Shit," Melissa sighed.

   ***************

   As 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.  They
said little to each other as Melissa stared out the window at the scene
occurring in the black sky between the moon and clouds.  She thought about
what had happened earlier with Kelly Ward at the Family Foods Supermarket.
Kelly would have no way of knowing Melissa was sleeping with Reggie and the
condoms were for her.  Perhaps Reggie was buying them for someone else he
slept with.  But the mill now had material to make rumors.

   "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 wasn't true, Melissa thought.  There was nothing
between them.  He forced her to fuck him.  She wasn't doing it willingly as
he inferred, even if her body physically reacted.



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



   "Where are you 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 leafless,
cinereous branches descended from all directions into the narrow path -
scratched the roof, underneath the floorboard and at the sides of the truck
driving by as if clawing at it.  A short distance ahead foreboding darkness
quickly swallowed the headlight beams, like they were descending down some
deep cave, which sparked a claustrophobic panic in 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 narrow 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 its 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 to
pull 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.
I want to go home."



   "What do you mean you don't like me?  We're fuck buddies, remember?  I
don't give a shit if you're married.  I thought we had that straightened
out already," Reggie irately replied.  "Why did you buy those condoms
then?"



   Melissa embarrassingly looked away and didn't answer.  She didn't want
to have sex with him.  She bought the condoms as necessary evils - she
needed them because he wouldn't stop forcing himself on her.  She didn't
want his baby.  Condoms would at least be a tenuous barrier between them to
reduce the intimacy she hated sharing with him.



   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 commented ignoring her.



   She unwillingly raised her butt for him rather than risk his anger.  She
sat naked from the waist down as he raised her shirt over her head and
unclasped her bra.



   "No, leave me alone.  I want to go home without you," Melissa pleaded
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 couldn't go out in that 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 and push her right thigh open.

   She looked down in disgust as his tongue entered her slit and he nuzzled
her golden brown bush that appeared black in the moonlight, her hands
suddenly useless appendages that awkwardly pushed at his head with no
effect.  "No, please, don't," she cried.  "Oh - not there."

   But Reggie paid no attention as he zeroed in on her clit.

   Melissa's cries gradually transformed into reluctant moans and her hands
slowly accepted the presence of his face in her crotch, resting in his
kinky black hair as he ate her pussy.  She closed her eyes and began to
orgasm.

   "That's it, baby, you see how much fun it is having a fuck buddy,"
Reggie cooed as he watched her face contort.  He made sure she had three
solid orgasms before he stopped 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."

   "What are you scared of?  I'll protect you, baby," he ironically said as
Melissa apprehensively stared at his gigantic penis, 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 to her purse and pulled out the box of rubbers she
had purchased earlier.



   "What are you doing?" Reggie agitatedly asked.



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



   "You'll have to put it on me then," Reggie grudgingly replied.  He knew
how to deal with this situation.



   Melissa unrolled the latex sheath over Reggie's long, thick shaft, but
it only reached halfway down and fit very tightly.



   "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
wouldn't use.  As he slouched in the seat, she lowered herself onto his
penis.  "Ooh," she murmured as she began humping with a sheath thinner than
gossamer separating their genitals.



   "Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh," Melissa softly mewled, Reggie patiently allowing
her to further seduce herself on his cock.



   She was in the middle of an orgasm when Reggie lifted her off him.



   "Are you done?" Melissa asked bewilderedly, his pleasure giving penis
abruptly taken from her.



   "I'll get on top now," Reggie said raising Melissa's thighs and
spreading them wide.



   "Oh, okay," she said docilely.



   As he aimed his cock to her opening, he yanked off the tightly fitting
condom, letting it fall to the floor, and slipped back into her.



   "Ooh, God," she gasped.  "That feels so good; but you have to take it
out."



   "I know, baby, in a little while," he whispered nibbling his way up her
neck and to her ear.  He French kissed her, she embraced him, and they
fucked each other.  Parked near the lake shore 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.



   They stayed until the wee hours of the night, Melissa having felt the
warm spurts of Reggie's jism against her cervix, her pussy filled with his
cum.  When they finally finished she retreated to her side of the truck as
far from him as possible, and fell asleep against the passenger side
window. Reggie stealthily took her box of condoms from her purse while she
slept - 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 wakened to harsh reality.  Through her pajamas
she felt Reggie's morning erection against her thigh and his arm across her
chest and cringed.  He was nude and laying partially on top of her.  When
he woke, he would insist on relieving his hard-on with her as he had done
every morning for over two weeks.  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 purse was on the nightstand beside her bed.


   But soon her relief was replaced with rivulets of tears that flowed from
her blue eyes down the sides of her face and into her soft, flaxen hair as
she realized how far she had let things get - that she had actually bought
condoms for sex with a black man who was not her husband.  He had no right
taking her like this.  It was wrong.  There had to be some way to stop him
sooner than when Bill returned.  She couldn't live this way for another
four weeks.  But every lurid detail would be brought out with law
enforcement involved.  Prayer was definitely not the answer.  She hated God
- if God actually even existed - for letting this happen.  The reply to
every prayer she had made was another rape as if God was a perverted Devil
bent on destroying her marriage and pairing her with this depraved black
man.  Bill would never forgive her if he found out all the things that
occurred with her and Reggie - her marriage would be over.



   Reggie yawned and his hand slowly began fondling her breast through the
smooth silk of her pajamas.  Melissa tried to sneak from the bed, but he
grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the twisted sheets.



   "Whoa, where are you trying to go?  My cock is really hard and achy this
morning.  I need to cum to get rid of this," he said pulling back his sheet
to show her his enormous erection that curved like a banana - a big,
over-ripe, black banana.  He pushed her to lie down and pulled at her
pajama bottoms.



   "Why don't you try masturbating like you do to me all the time?  I don't
want to keep having sex with you," Melissa replied trying to hold her
pajama bottoms; he pried them away from her and tossed them on the floor
with the other garments he had removed from her of late.



   "That's a good idea," he said as he lifted up her top to suck on her
cute, pink nipples.



   "No, you need to stop and leave now and don't come back.  Stop it," she
cried.



   He paid no attention to her and sucked on her nipples until each
hardened in his mouth.  He descended lower, lifted her leg, and ran his
fingers through her damp folds.



   "No, I mean it.  I'm going to call the police if you don't stop," she
blustered helplessly, fearful of pain he might inflict on her again if she
resisted too much.



   "You're the one that mentioned masturbation, so you must want it done to
you," Reggie answered.



   "No, please don't touch that - not there."



   "What?  You don't like me touching this?" he cooed rubbing her clitoris.



   "Stop it - please!" she wailed twisting her hips as he held her legs
apart, her fists sinking into the mattress as she pounded them on it.



   "I'm just going to touch it for a little while, baby - so we can both
have boners.  Once you get one, you've got to get rid of it."



   "Oh, God, please!" Melissa cried as he caressed her clit toward a state
of arousal equivalent to his own.



   The masturbation slowly drained the fight from Melissa and her writhing
subsided.  His gentle touch had simmered her down while building a
different type of tension inside her: "See how frustrating this would be if
I stopped and left you like this?" Reggie asked with her clitoris now firm
in his leisurely stroking fingers.  "You would have to do something to get
rid of it.  This is the way I am all the time.  I can't help it.  My cock
constantly aches for female companionship; it hurts badly if I don't take
care of it.  Your God created me this way - and then He commands me to
abstain and do nothing about it, just endure perpetual agony.  I need you
to help me make the pain go away," he explained apologetically.



   Melissa didn't reply.  She almost understood.  But he was just sick and
trying to make her sick as well, she thought.  Fortunately though, he
didn't stop.



   "You ready to fuck now?" Reggie asked as he lifted her thighs and spread
them wide.



   "No, please wait," Melissa implored, reaching over for her purse.



   "What are you looking for?" Reggie asked (even though he already knew
and she was not going to find them), with his black meaty cock between her
legs ready to slide in.



   "I can't find the condoms.  Where are they?" she panicked.



   "I don't know baby, but I can't wait anymore," Reggie replied slipping
his bareback cock into her pussy again.



   "Ooh, Reggie, no - I can't keep doing it like this."



   "Yes you can, baby.  No one is going to find out."



   "Ooh, oooooooh, you don't understand," Melissa mewled, his fat cock
working into her.  It felt so good rubbing underneath her clit and pulling
her tightly stretched labia in and out with it.  But this was all wrong.



   "There's nothing to understand.  Just enjoy my big, black cock and don't
worry about it."



   "Ooh, oooh, promise you'll take it out of me this time."



   "Of course I will, baby."

   ******************

   Melissa squandered two precious days looking for a missing box of
condoms while having more unprotected sex, instead of making the long
journey into town that risked being seen purchasing another.  It had been
one of the coldest falls on record with a record amount of snowfall.  Just
as the cold white remains of the previous blizzard had disintegrated into
water absorbed by the ground, more snow blanketed the earth and Melissa had
missed the opportunity to drive anywhere for anything, including purchasing
additional rubbers.

   In flickering radiance, Reggie gave Melissa oral sex on the floor in
front of the crackling fireplace, as its flames - tongues that glowed
orange and yellow - licked the air and exhaled their hot breath into the
living room.  "Are you ready for me?" Reggie asked.  They had been snowed
in again for almost two more weeks, had spent nearly four weeks in total
together, and had passed much of that time keeping each other warm with
their bodies.

   She turned her head to the side, bit her fist, and did not answer;
though her entire body shouted, "Yes, put your cock in my pussy!"
Gradually, the physical intimacy he had forced on her was becoming
something more.  He kept her warm during the cold nights, saved her from
being alone, and desired her with ferocious passion everywhere and all the
time as if she was everything to him.  Change crept up on Melissa.  It was
simply impossible for her to continually receive that much physical
pleasure from another person and not eventually have some affection for
him. She could not help it.  She opened up and shared some of her feelings
with him - then more of them - and slowly her trust as the forced sex
turned into love making and an adulterous affair.

   He was tangible and she experienced him here and now.  He was not
married to an imaginary, non-existent god like Bill - a god that left her
prayers unanswered, took him from her on distant trips, and promised
rewards in paradise for denying the joys of her beauty and youth,
squandering these gifts until replaced by withering old age and death. 
Reggie could be violent, but only to have her.  She discovered that she
could love more than one man and began falling in love with Reggie.

   He gripped behind her knees, pushed them to her chest until her cute,
round ass rose off the floor, and spread her thighs.  Her tight wet pussy
swallowed his cock.

   "Oh, yea, your pussy feels so good."



   "Ooh, ooh - I don't know about this, Reggie." She bit the corner of her
bottom lip.  She wanted to tell him how much she loved his big, black cock
- how good it made her feel, but couldn't say it yet.  A feeble voice still
reminded her it was wrong.  Words were unnecessary though.  Her body
conveyed to Reggie how much she loved sharing herself with him by the way
her hips met his, by the way her hands traced the muscles in his back
leading to an embrace, by the way her pussy contracted around his cock in
uncontrolled spasms, by the way her warm mouth received his tongue like its
own.



   Those last two weeks before Bill returned consisted of similar scenes,
Reggie fully indulging her swiftly increasing addiction to his black cock
to make sure it would last.

   Melissa woke as early dawn faintly mentioned sunrise through traces of
light that turned the remains of night into shadows fleeing a house as
still as a grave.  Reggie peacefully slept beside her.  They had spent
their last evening together and this was their last morning.  The bed
sheets needed to be changed and a lot of other cleaning done - six weeks'
worth.  She looked forward to Bill's safe return tomorrow.  Reggie was
leaving and her adultery would finally end.  She told herself she would
forget Reggie and resume a normal life with her husband.

   But her pussy begged for one last sample of Reggie's cock.  She
carefully pulled down his sheet as he slept and admired his gorgeous, black
erection so familiar she could sketch it from memory in minutest detail
down to every vein.  She lightly grazed it with her fingers, trailing its
warm, smooth outline that curved like a banana.  It looked so beautiful and
desirable to her now - a source of ultimate pleasure - yet caused him to
suffer without a companion to help relieve it constantly.  She caressed it
as he slumbered - her soft strokes leading to gentle tugs.  It was long,
heavy and so thick it barely fit in her tiny hand.



   Reggie's penis played an unusually realistic role in his dreams this
morning with recollections of taking Melissa so vivid they dragged him from
deep slumber and languor, through opened eyes, to the world where light
celebrated her face more enthusiastically each moment, as if she was the
rising sun itself.



   She watched his eyes open and look at her appreciatively.

   "I thought I'd help you take care of it.  I know how much discomfort
your erections cause you," Melissa said stroking his cock lovingly.  She
put her lips around its head and began sucking while tenderly pumping its
shaft with graceful flicks of her wrist.  "Mmhmm, ah, uh-huh."

   "Oh, baby, that feels good," Reggie exclaimed tilting his head back in
the pillow and closing his eyes.

   "Is this helping it feel better?" she asked continuing to jerk on his
shaft.

   "Oh, baby, yes, keep doing that.  It's helping,"

   She took the head of his cock back in her mouth, one hand still around
his shaft, her other descending to his scrotum and palpitating his
testicles, each roughly the size of a golf ball, far larger and heavier
than Bill's, the sperm producing culprits behind Reggie's violent acts and
his incessant need for female companionship.  His gigantic penis was his
curse that constantly tormented him with painful erections he could not
control or relieve himself; his need for a woman to alleviate its throbbing
grew worse if ignored, until it became all he thought about, like morphine
to the severe burn victim.  It was a curse that spread to the unfortunate
female victim of its relief, like a mildly venomous snake that causes
hallucination with repeated bites - only his phallus caused deception and
seduction and ultimately poisoned any healthy relationship a woman was
already in.  "Mmmmmm, uh-huh," Melissa moaned.

   "I know what will make it feel even better." She climbed up and
straddled him.  "Let me put it in here." She slowly lowered herself, her
pussy sliding down his long shaft, taking it all inside her.  "Ooh, oooooh,
uh-huh," she moaned.

   "That feels a lot better.  Keep doing that," Reggie said placing his
hands on her flowing hips as they wriggled.

   "Does it still hurt as much?"

   "Not as long as you keep moving.  Once I cum it will go away for a
little while, baby.  Oh, yea, just like that."

   "Ooh, ooooh, I'm cumming, Reggie.  You need to cum too so it will stop
hurting you." She lay on top of him with her chest flat against his and
they kissed.  He kept one hand around her narrow waist; his other went
between her butt cheeks and rubbed her ass as she humped.  Her wet, silky,
inner lips dragged by his fat cock in opposite directions of her movements
created pleasure so intense the only thing that mattered was more - past,
present and future vanished and only their heavy breathing and the velocity
between them existed.

   "Oh, I'm going to cum, baby!"

   "Ooh, ooooh, ooooooh, okay, Reggie.  Cum in my pussy."

   "Oh, yea, that feels good," he groaned flooding Melissa's pussy with
cum.



   Her hips slowed, then stopped, and she lay languidly on top of him
stroking his muscular chest with her hand, for their remaining time
together was now short.

   **********************

   He was finally gone.  He spent the day helping her clean the house and
left that afternoon.  The affair with Reggie - the horrible, sinful acts he
forced her to perform with him countless times until she became complaisant
- was over, now relegated to the past after six long weeks.  Her blue eyes
looked like they contained tiny sparks as they reflected the dimming flames
from the fireplace she silently watched while the room became darker.  The
fire needed to tending, but her eyelids mimicking the dying flames fell
lower and she remained languorously on the sofa.  The damage with Kelly
Ward was minimal and could be explained innocently, she thought as the room
also grew colder.  She did not like being by herself in this drab, lonely
house in the middle of nowhere, but Bill would be home in the morning and
return the warmth and colors to her days.

   She heard the chug of Reverend Doyle's SUV outside, jumped from the sofa
where she had fallen asleep during the night, and hurried outside where
Bill stood with his suitcases as the SUV pulled away.  "Oh, I missed you so
much," Melissa cried as they embraced in the crisp morning air, the eastern
sky crayoned orange by approaching dawn.

   Bill held her tightly.  "I missed you too, Melissa.  It's great to be
back." She was always lovely but during his six weeks away she became more
beautiful like a great work of art that is only properly appreciated after
the passage of time.  He left warm summer in South America and greeted the
bitter winter here with a shiver.  "It's freezing.  Let's go inside and get
caught up," he said as the first rays of the rising sun showered them in
gold.

   Reggie woke alone in his bed with no Melissa or anyone else to help him
alleviate his morning erection.  He missed her innocent questions, her
kindness, the warmth and the touch of her gorgeous body.  He wanted her
again.



   Melissa and Bill spent their day catching up.  Each of them had their
spot on the sofa they had always sat in and by evening they reoccupied
those positions identically to six weeks ago before Bill's departure - when
he read Mattthew 25:35 - 25:40 to her.  "I'm not going on a long trip like
that again without you.  Next time you'll have to come with me," Bill said.
"It was God's work and I'm glad I went, but I worried about you here by
yourself with all the bad weather.  Thank God that Reggie fellow you
mentioned in your letter helped you.  He sounds like a good strong
Christian.  You'll have to introduce me to him tomorrow at church so I can
thank him for taking care of you.  Maybe we can have him over for dinner or
something."

   Melissa had tried to forget Reggie, however, like an important but
unpleasant task one puts off he seemed to linger in back of her mind and
she could not escape reminders of him.  She had forgotten about the letter
that almost canonized Reggie he made her write to Bill.  How could she face
him again with Bill present, especially after what they did together while
Bill was gone?  But she could not let Bill know anything was wrong or he
might suspect something occurred.  She changed the subject:

   "You must be exhausted between jetlag and travelling all night.  Why
don't we take tomorrow off from church?  We can spend a romantic day
together just the two of us."

   Every once in a while she suggested something stupid like this, just
like when she tried talking him out of going on the mission, Bill thought.
But all was explained in the Bible and in his opinion this wasn't her
fault: she was a woman, and like all women, a descendant of Eve more
susceptible than man to temptation.  He would protect both of them by
avoiding Adam's mistake, exercising his better judgment, and not following
advice obviously originating from The Great Deceiver.  "Absolutely not - I
can't believe you would suggest we miss church for that.  I haven't been to
our church in six weeks and Reverend Doyle is expecting those who went on
this mission to be there to tell the congregation about it."

   The bed felt peculiar to each of them tonight for very different
reasons: For six weeks, Bill missed the luxuries of soft sheets and a
comfortable mattress in Peru, while for the first time in six weeks a
hypersexual black man more than twice Bill's size named Reggie was not
sleeping with Melissa.  The faint glow of a nightlight outside their
bedroom allowed Bill to study Melissa's delicate features partially
obscured by shadows.  Her eyes had closed and her chest gently rose and
fell with whispered breathing that calmed him like the voice of cascading
water in a lazy brook.  His hand landed on her soft, perky breast.

   Melissa journeyed through that early stage of sleep where a medley of
scenes that took place during her day played back from her subconscious
like rambling echoes on her way to deeper slumber when Bill's touch
abruptly brought her back.  For a moment, she thought she was with Reggie,
but then almost disappointedly realized it was Bill fondling her erect
nipple through the soft silk of her pajamas.  It had been over three months
since they last made love and of all the times for him to want sex, now was
when she desired him least, her memory of Reggie still so fresh it felt
like Bill was tearing off a newly formed scab without allowing the wound to
heal.

   "I'm really tired, honey," Melissa mumbled, the physical cravings she
once had for him lost like an appetite for salad immediately after
devouring chocolates.

   Bill persisted and before long was inside her.  Melissa wished she could
enjoy being with him like before, but something inside her had changed
because of Reggie.  She loved Bill and desperately wanted their chemistry
to work, but sex almost felt inappropriate with him now, like they were
siblings instead of husband and wife.  On the issue of size, which had
never concerned her previously, Bill's penis clearly did not measure up to
Reggie's, the difference as stark as their skin colors and Bill's smaller
member only hinting at pleasures far beyond its reach to stimulate.  But
Melissa performed her wifely duties convincingly and in less than five
minutes Bill finished, rolled over, and went to sleep leaving her with
discomfort similar to what Reggie had described experiencing.



   Unable to stop thinking about Reggie while Bill slept, she slipped out
of bed, her willowy figure a silhouette against the pale glow from the
nightlight down the hallway as she tiptoed from their bedroom.  She eased
the door shut, silently turned its lock, and felt her way inside the
bathroom where she touched herself to try to alleviate an engorged clitoris
Bill selfishly left her.  She felt dirty and disgusting and began to cry in
the darkness.  Her body never used to react this way and she had never done
this to herself before.  The sex with Bill was lousy and she could not
understand her body's response.  But doing this was an unsatisfying
substitute for another person and wrong.  She stopped without reaching
orgasm, frustrated and with her clitoris still swollen.

   With frosty breath like quickly vanishing smoke when they exhaled,
Melissa and Bill hurried down the grey sidewalk that parted a frozen lawn
of dead, brown grass and led to the church entrance.  Six weeks had passed
since Melissa last attended services and she felt uncomfortable coming this
morning, as if she no longer belonged here.  But she needed to play the
part of the good Christian wife and try to get her old life back.  Perhaps
God could forgive her for what transpired with Reggie - and perhaps she
could even forgive herself eventually.

   Bill typically liked to sit up front at church, but they arrived later
than usual and settled for a rear pew today - "the expensive seats," as
Reverend Doyle humorously called them.  The large, wooden cross, hanging
from thin chains in the ceiling, appeared to float weightlessly above the
altar in a stream of yellow sunlight that flowed from a giant window off to
the side behind it, and cast a long, distorted shadow that fell across
their aisle.

   Melissa sat beside Bill and wore a lovely pink dress that
unintentionally accentuated her thin, curvy figure as Reverend Doyle began
Sunday service.  Some of her discomfort from coming here had faded like
nervousness partially relieved once one starts delivery of a dreaded
speech. She had not prayed in over a month and was still angry with God and
Bill for allowing Reggie to have her.  But to get her old life back she
could not stay bitter and had to forgive God, Bill, and herself.  She
lowered her head and closed her eyes, but as she finished praying someone
bumped into her.



   Reggie had wedged himself beside Melissa in a space too small for his
huge muscular body.  She now wished she had feigned illness this morning
and remained home, her palms and armpits suddenly dripping with cold sweat.
Bill was too involved in his prayers to notice how Reggie's body was
touching her; she was already against Bill and could not move over any
more. Reggie's familiar warmth penetrated his suit and her dress where
their bodies made contact.



   Reverend Doyle continued to speak and pray, but a silent noise from
Reggie's presence prevented Melissa from hearing anything the good Reverend
said - the noise gradually becoming distinguishable images in her mind of
being on her knees sucking Reggie's enormous, black cock while looking up
into his eyes and running her hands over his sculptured abdominal muscles;
of laying on her back on the floor in front of the fireplace with Reggie
spreading her legs and eating her pussy; of his thick, huge dick going in
and out of her tight, wet hole.  She tried to put the horrible thoughts out
of her mind but they kept returning as unwanted memories often do when
triggered by certain events, places, dates or the presence of others.



   As she looked down and tried to pray, Melissa's eyes were pulled where
she did not want them to go and she found herself staring at the big bulge
in Reggie's slacks.  Part of her wanted to rub it for him there in church;
and she felt her pussy get wet from the thought.  Why did he come to
torment her?  She could not stay next to him with his body against her like
this for an hour; her panties were already soaked.  She attempted to hold
Bill's hand.



   Somewhat annoyed at his wife's inconsideration for interrupting him,
Bill gave her hand an obligatory squeeze and released it to resume worship.
He would speak with her later about disturbing him while in prayer.



   Reggie hated that church more than Melissa did for a different reason,
but he would endure an eternity in it to stay next to her; their bodies
touching - so tantalizingly close, just a few articles of clothing and a
different location away from being joined again.  The tips of his fingers
lightly touched the soft, pink fabric of her dress where it covered her
outer thigh.  He wondered what she ever saw in her husband.  Bill wasn't
tall, handsome or muscular.  He appeared like the type of man who made big
productions over trivial matters - a niggler, a rather pale and nerdy
looking fellow with thick, black rimmed glasses, greasy combed-back hair, a
scrawny physique and medium stature.  He was older than her - in his mid to
late 30s Reggie estimated.  What combination of money and charm did Bill
use to woo a prize like her?  She was definitely way out of his league in
appearance.  What struck Reggie most was the way Bill almost recoiled from
holding Melissa's hand heedless of her beauty which deserved to be
celebrated and worshiped far more than an invisible God.





   Among a sea of heads which bobbed up and down like gentle waves in
agreement with something Reverend Doyle said, Melissa spotted one head that
shook in disagreement across the multicolored waters with whitecaps of
blond, brunette, red, black, and grey hair.



   Kelly Ward glowered at her when they briefly made eye contact for having
the audacity to come to church with that black man.  Kelly just knew
Melissa was committing adultery with him; and when Kelly found enough
evidence, she would let Bill and everyone else in town know that the
beautiful little Melissa Morgan was nothing more than a filthy whore. 
Melissa looked away and became acutely aware of Reggie's fingertips on her
dress that slowly crossed her threshold of sensation as their weight
settled against her thigh.



   She desperately wanted to shove Reggie's hand away from her, but she
could not risk drawing Bill's attention or creating a scene, which if
combined with the letter she had wrote to Bill and Kelly Ward's observation
at the Family Foods Supermarket, would all amount to convincing evidence
corroborating Kelly Ward's nosey suspicions.



   When they finally reached the conclusion of services, Melissa stood and
hugged Bill tightly, with her pussy sopping wet not from him, but from
Reggie who sat against her with his fingers covertly grazing her outer
thigh during most of the ceremony as subtly as the minute hand on a clock.
"Peace be with you.  I love you," Melissa spoke in Bill's ear, her eyes
closing as she embraced him.  Bill briefly returned the hug, released her
and greeted other parishioners.  Melissa kept her back toward Reggie
looking for someone else to greet besides him, the hollowness in the
gestures and words people exchanged becoming apparent to her as she
watched.



   "Hi, you must be Melissa's husband.  I'm Reggie Johnson.  Peace be with
you," Melissa heard his voice from behind her say as she cringed.  Bill and
Reggie shook hands, Reggie's smile, carriage, and firm handshake exuding
with the strength and self-confidence of a man unafraid to take what he
wanted in life.



   Melissa was now obligated to finish the introduction or appear
suspiciously rude.  "Oh, yes Bill, this is the man I wrote you about - the
one who got wood for me during the storms."



   Reggie held back his laughter at the innocent, unintended pun neither
Melissa nor her husband caught.  He adored her cute naiveté.  Bill had no
idea how much "wood" Reggie actually gave to her during those cold nights.



   "Nice to meet you; I remember seeing you here before I went to Peru. 
Thanks for taking care of Melissa while I was gone.  You ever played
football?" Bill asked as his eyes briefly raked over Reggie's muscles and
then looked up at him.



   "Not since high school 20 years ago."



   "Well, it was very kind of you to do all those things for Melissa and we
would like to thank you by having you come over for dinner tonight."



   "Not tonight, honey," Melissa interjected while successfully concealing
dismay.  "You just got back and haven't rested yet, and I need time to
prepare something."



   "Nonsense, I'm fine and you have plenty of time to whip one of your
specialties up tonight," Bill insisted, annoyed with Melissa's unusual
behavior today.  She had not been herself since his return it seemed.



   "Okay, folks," Reverend Doyle suddenly boomed with labored breaths into
his microphone that suggested an obese man who failed to follow his own
preaching and partook in overindulgences throughout his life.  The clamor
of Sunday greetings quieted like a flock of noisy birds after the snap of
gunfire as everyone retook their seats.  "Our group of missionaries - Bill
Morgan, Scott and Lisa Fridas, and Larry Smith - back from Peru will
illuminate us on some of their experiences now and will be available
afterwards for questions."



   "That's my cue," said Bill as he hastened to join Reverend Doyle and the
others at the podium.  Melissa and Reggie glanced at one another with the
look in their eyes of two people who shared a secret as she scooted over
into Bill's available space to create distance between them.



   "I don't know what you think you're up to, but you're not coming over
tonight or any other time.  Leave me alone," she grumbled glairing straight
ahead at Bill and the others without looking at Reggie, her teeth clenched.




   That was no way to treat her fuck buddy, Reggie thought, his confident
smile undaunted by her acrimony while they sat through several tedious
orations neither one of them found of interest.  She would reconsider once
he had her alone again.



   Minutes excruciatingly passed at the pace of years, but after producing
an unbearable ennui, the boring speeches finally concluded and Bill
returned.  "Listen Melissa, I need to stay here a while for an upcoming
men's retreat we're planning.  I know you need to get started on dinner. 
Can you see if Kelly Ward or someone else can give you a ride home and I'll
be back in a few hours?" Bill explained, without thinking to find a ride
himself so his wife could use their car.



   Before Melissa could tell Bill it would not be necessary and she would
wait for him - Reggie could not make it - Reggie responded, "I'll bring her
home.  It's the least I can do to show my appreciation for your kindness. I
live fairly close to you guys."



   "That would be great, Reggie.  Thanks a lot.  I'm looking forward to
this evening.  We'll talk some more then."



   Bill hurriedly pecked Melissa on the cheek.  "I'll see the two of you
later," he said to her and then went off to join whatever group he was
involved with this time.  Melissa stood stunned by her husband's ignorance
- he just handed her over to Reggie to fuck again.



   The church emptied around them like a rapidly deserted theater after a
poor performance.  "You ready to go?" Reggie asked with a smirk Melissa
wished she could smack off his face.



   "You just keep your goddamned hands off me, you understand?  We're not
fuck buddies anymore; my husband is back and that's not happening ever
again.  Do I make myself clear?"



   "Perfectly - let's go," he replied, smile persisting while sweeping the
air with his hand for Melissa to proceed before him toward the frigid
breath of a winter afternoon.



   *************



   The roar from Reggie's truck accelerating on the isolated road echoed
through dormant forests sullenly surrounding them while beside him Melissa
sank back into the seat - little more than a day after she had believed
they were through and their affair was over.  She sat quietly engaged in
desultory thoughts: Bill had changed since they married - mostly after
finding Jesus when he persuaded her to move from the city.  A little more
each day she detested these desolate backwoods and the Bible thumpers Bill
surrounded her with as friends.  She wanted her old life back and Bill the
way he was when they first met years ago.

   Then she thought about Reggie: Would he try something with her again? 
She knew the answer but preferred to remain in denial.  If she resisted
would he leave marks on her that Bill might see?  Part of her wanted to be
strong and fight Reggie if needed.  But she thought the physical pain from
Reggie would not be as difficult as Bill finding out what occurred between
them from bruises on her.



   In a small town where everyone spoke to each other this skein also
included Kelly Ward and the box of condoms she saw Melissa purchasing with
Reggie.  Melissa remembered the different sex acts she had performed with
him too many times to count and realized things had gone on too long.  Now
any scenario where Bill learned of their interactions would be disastrous,
her marriage ruined and the details of her adulterous, interracial affair
repeated in gossip for years.  Somehow, she needed to stop Reggie from
continuing to force himself on her before Bill and everyone else in town
found out.



   Two miles away from her house, their truck slowed and turned down a dirt
road Melissa had drove past many times before but never bothered to
explore. She grew uneasy.



   "Where are you taking me now?" she wryly asked, the frozen dirt road, a
combination of bumps and brown ice, making her voice trill and his truck
clatter.



   "To my place - I want to show you where I live in case you ever want to
visit."



   How ludicrous.  Did he really think she would ever come to him?  But
there was no more denial for Melissa.  She now knew without doubt what
activity Reggie intended to pursue with her this afternoon.  She should not
have come with him; she should have never let him in her house that stormy
night.  Bill should have never gone on that stupid missionary trip to Peru
leaving her alone for him to take to begin with - or allowed him to
supposedly bring her home now.  "I'm not ever coming to visit you.  I want
to go home and I want you to leave us alone.  I'm married and I'm not
having an affair with you, Reggie."



   "You're already in an affair with me and it's going to continue," Reggie
replied.  "We're fuck buddies, remember?" Ahead the end of the road became
visible to Melissa - it led to his property where the skeletal remains of
trees abandoned by leaves stood somberly still around his bungalow like
silent mourners outside a lonely mausoleum.



   Reggie turned off the ignition and quiescence reclaimed its dominion. 
Winter muted the afternoon with a sun that limped across the southern sky,
long shadows and a daylight that barely surpassed summer sunsets.  They sat
for a moment then Melissa interrupted the silence, "You don't even care for
me.  If you did you would stop making me do this with you."



   Reggie looked at her a moment, her beautiful face attracting yellow
sunlight that poured through the windows of his truck and painted a sparkle
in her heavenly blue eyes.  Melissa was the quintessence of every gorgeous
woman he had taken and seduced or wanted to his entire life.  He did care
for her, which was why he had to do this.  It was the only way he knew how
to secure her love - express his love and take away the pain it caused.



   "You know I love you, baby - and a hell of a lot more than your dweeb of
a husband who can't even hold his beautiful wife's hand in church," Reggie
replied.  He opened his door but she obdurately refused to budge.  "Come
on," he growled.  His steel grip suddenly around her bicep took charge and
dragged her across the seat and out of the truck with him.



   "Owe, let me go," Melissa demurred stumbling against his grasp along an
uneven stone walkway toward the entrance of his home.



   The floor in his ancient house, a dull, dark brown oak, revealed its age
in creaks it released like tiny cries under the weight of their steps.  But
his dwelling, while a drab shell like every other Melissa had seen in these
parts, proved different in its contents - a refreshing assortment of modern
furnishings, rich decorations, and new, cutting edge electronics with a
state-of-the-art, 50-inch Samsung LED HDTV the capstone of it all occupying
most of the living room wall.



   It occurred to Melissa that while she had shared a lot of her emotions
with Reggie and they had extensively experienced the feelings of each
other's flesh, she really knew very little about him.  Perhaps there was
more to him, like the interior of his house, which she could use to her
advantage to get him to stop harassing her.



   "This way to the bedroom," Reggie said ushering her along.



   "Wait a minute.  Where did you get all that nice stuff?"



   "We'll talk about that later," he anxiously replied, the huge erection
in his pants Melissa now observed screaming for relief.





   The mattress was firm, yet comfortable with fine silk sheets.  Melissa
sat on the edge of his king size bed in her pink dress and stared up at the
large bulge in his pants.  Before he started undressing he reached inside
his nightstand draw and removed a mirror and a silver box that contained
white powder - a very high grade cocaine and heroin mixture.



   "You need something to cheer you up.  You ever snort cocaine?" he asked.




   Melissa had never used drugs aside from an occasional glass or two of
wine and perhaps an aspirin for headaches.  "No, thank you.  I don't use
drugs and you shouldn't either," she superciliously replied with her nose
at a slight elevation.



   Unknown to Melissa, Reggie did not use drugs either - at least not in a
conventional way.  He had employed them to make his living and as tools of
seduction on women like her.



   "Just try a little bit to see if you like it.  I promise it won't hurt
you."



   Who was he kidding?  Was he hallucinating from drug use himself?  There
was no way she would ever try that garbage.  "No, I'm not using that.  I
told you already!" she replied with a little more apprehension as she
watched him use a credit card to prepare several lines for her like he was
shoveling miniature piles of snow on the mirror.



   Reggie held a short red straw.  "Take it to your nose like this and
inhale," he demonstrated without actually doing any.



   "No!" she replied adamantly.



   He sat calmly beside her then grabbed a crop of flaxen hair from the
back of her head, his demeanor instantly changing as he pulled her skull
backwards.  Reminded how cruel he could be, her eyes widened in pain and
stared fearfully up into his.

   "Owe!" she yelped.



   "Now this is expensive stuff and you're not going to waste any of it. 
Do you understand me?" he spat as he twisted her hair tighter.  "Now do it
like I showed you." He held the mirror below her face and continued to pull
at her hair.



   The way we think we will act in bad situations is often unlike the way
we really respond when desperation takes hold, like the patient who
confronts news of terminal illness from a doctor or the soldier who dodges
bullets from an enemy; such was the case with Melissa as she felt hairs
tearing from her scalp and pain worse than she had anticipated while riding
in his truck - and she did the unthinkable...



   "More...  finish it!" Reggie barked into her ear after she inhaled the
first line, the second line...  She was staring back at herself inside a
snow globe, the white flakes disappearing and her reflection in the mirror
becoming clearer as the third and final line went up her nostril.

   With her hair still in his hand, Reggie pulled her head, now very
limber, away from the mirror.  A face that looked like it had just returned
inside from a blizzard stared back at him with glassy eyes and a runny red
nose that sniffled.  The speedball felt amazing to Melissa as opiates and
stimulants met inside her brain.  "That feels pretty good, huh?" Reggie
asked smiling at her.  He released her hair and unbuckled his pants.

   Melissa blankly stared back at him with dilated pupils as she
experienced the rush of her first cocaine and heroin highs together.

   "If you think it feels good now, wait until I plug this into you again,
baby doll," Reggie said standing naked with his big black spear in hand. 
He knelt down, reached up her dress - his hands travelling over her soft,
warm thighs - and slipped his fingers inside her panties.  "Up for me," he
said.  Melissa seemed to lose her free will and obediently lifted her butt
off the mattress for him to slide the garment down her legs.

   "Okay, up on the bed now on all fours," Reggie guided her, lifting her
Sunday dress over her hips, her tight heart-shaped ass sticking out.  Oh,
this is fine - really beautiful," he commented, her curves images in his
eyes signaling a primitive need beyond himself handed down through
countless generations from the very origins of life eons ago.  She waited
for him to mount her while his hand between her butt cheeks rubbed her ass.
His fingers reached a little further, into her pussy, to make sure she was
wet and ready for him.



   "You're soaked, baby.  Did that powder I gave you do all this?  Never
mind, I know you've been waiting for my cock since I left you on Friday and
that's why you've been so irritable," he said as he slipped his phallus
inside her and began thrusting.



   "Ooh," Melissa cried in a high pitch combination of bitter defeat and
sweet pleasure.  Deep down she knew nothing good could come of this. 
However, it did not matter now.  Reggie was showing her God and it was
beyond beautiful or anything she ever experienced.



   "Oh, yea, how does this feel, baby?"



   Melissa did not answer.  Neither words nor the animalistic grunts and
moans emanating from her could adequately express the pleasure she was in.
She was lost in ecstasy so wonderful all she thought about was its
continuation.  This was the true meaning of life and she needed to hold on
to it and get more of it.





   "Oh damn you feel so good girl," Reggie exclaimed as her pussy hugged
his cock.  He nudged her shoulders and she instinctively followed his
guidance and lowered her face to the satin pillows, her ass sticking up for
him to drive in further.



   "Ooh, ooh, ooh," she mewled, his huge scrotum bumping into her clitoris.
"I'm going to cum, Reggie."



   "So soon, baby girl?" Reggie asked rhetorically.  He knew she would cum
quickly.  The shit he gave to her made women cum like 16-year-old boys
fucking for their first time.  He felt her pussy spasm around his cock.



   "Ooh, Reggie.  I love you," Melissa cried.



   "I know you do now, baby.  I love you too.  You just keep cumming for
me, okay?"



   "Okay," she whimpered.



   Reggie held off his own orgasm even though his balls ached from the
constant erections he left unfulfilled since his last time with her Friday
morning.  He was converting her to a new religion and her pleasure was more
important than his was.  "Does that feel good, baby?"



   "Ooh, God," she cried out.



   He reached up under her dress and bra and played with her nipples.  "You
didn't realize how much fun you were going to have today.  Do you still
want to go home or do you want me to keep my cock in you a little longer?"



   "No, don't take it out yet - a little longer."



   "Okay, baby doll, I can't be mean and take it away from you.  I'll let
you enjoy my big black cock a little while longer.  But we have to finish
soon because we've got to get you home before Bill gets back," Reggie
reminded her.



   After Reggie made Melissa climax several more times, he announced his
own orgasm, "Oh, I'm going to cum baby." Her wet pussy gave up his cock
reluctantly as he pulled it from her and sprayed jism on her buttocks.  He
slid his cock across the slippery white goo spreading it into a smooth,
shiny layer as if his cock was a brush he used to paint his cum on her ass.




   When Reggie was done, Melissa silently climbed off the bed, found her
panties on the floor where he had dropped them, and slid them back on.



   The cocaine had worn off in her first before they left his house, but
the effects of the heroin lasted longer and left her sleepy with pupils
constricted to pinpoints.  Reggie gave her a couple lines of just coke as a
pick-me-up, which put her in incredibly good spirits.  Melissa sniffled as
if she was coming down with a cold and silently watched the trees pass by
outside the truck window.  "Do you even believe in God?" she turned to him
and finally asked out of nowhere.



   Reggie squinted - in front of them above treetops, an orange sun hovered
offering blinding light but little warmth.  "I'm an epicurean, baby doll. I
believe in now and enjoying the finer things in life, including gorgeous
women like you."



   "So you don't believe in Heaven or an afterlife?"



   "Baby, I brought you to Heaven earlier - we fucked there.  I can take
you back anytime you want, and show you more of it.  But you won't find it
after you're rotting in the ground or after you've spent your youth
acquiring old age.  The Pearly Gates close with the loss of beauty."



   Maybe the drugs brought on Melissa's epiphany and she understood Reggie.
She had been to Heaven; he brought her there with him and she was just
outside it now.  His cock was the key that unlocked its gates.  If she
fucked him, she could return.  Instead, she sat in his truck on her way
back to a cold husband and a miserable home.



   Reggie drove up her vacant driveway.  In her present frame of mind,
Melissa did not care if Bill returned and caught him dropping her off.  In
a spot shaded by verdure in summer, she hopped from his truck where the
rays of a winter sun effortlessly passed through barren branches, landed on
top of her head, and turned her blonde hair golden.



   "I'll see you tonight, baby doll," he said before she closed the door.

   *********************

   Bill's eyebrows scrunched together above his glasses as he admonished
Melissa: "When I'm in prayer I don't want to be interrupted.  We can hold
hands at other times.  But I can't focus on the Lord if you distract me
like that.  And another thing: it was rude of you to contradict me in front
of Reggie Johnson.  You don't rescind my invitations after I give them.  As
a man, I'm the head of this household, not you.  You don't have veto
power."
Bill's nostrils began flirting with an appetizing aroma from the kitchen
where Melissa had quickly started cooking dinner just before he returned.

"Whatever you're cooking smells good," he said changing the subject.

   Melissa disregarded his later compliment.  He seemed always to be in
prayer, at work, or doing something that required his attentions at her
expense.  He could not even give her a child.  He had not treated her this
way when they first married.  Before he became a religious zealot, they
were equals.  Some head of the household he turned out to be, she thought.
Leaving his wife for six weeks to get fucked by a big black man while he
was away; sending her off to get fucked by the black man some more after he
returned and inviting the black man who is fucking her over for dinner. 
Perhaps Bill deserved this, but did she?  Melissa was weary from her
afternoon activities and did not want to argue.  She went to the bedroom to
freshen up for Reggie's arrival.



   The 29-year-old woman staring at Melissa in the mirror still looked like
a young, beautiful girl, but perhaps not as young or beautiful as once ago.
Small pools of tears briefly overflowed beneath her eyes.  She remembered
her afternoon bliss with Reggie, which now seemed to fade like the girl's
beauty in her mirror, paid back in sadness plus interest.  What she had
done with Reggie was wrong, but felt so good and filled an emptiness Bill
left in her.  How could she feel this way about a man who repeatedly raped
her?  Was it rape anymore?  Gradually a part of Melissa that liked Reggie
desiring her and taking her was winning a battle over a part of her that
did not.



   Dinner was finished, the dining room table cleared save their glasses,
an open bottle of red wine, and the white tablecloth variegated with faint
rainbows from a crystal chandelier that hung above them.  The three sat
around the table, Bill and Reggie conversing, Melissa staring at the
colorful patterns.  The subject of God and the Bible invariably monopolized
all conversation with Bill and tonight was no exception.  Melissa believed
this would be Reggie's downfall; it would become evident to Bill that
Reggie knew nothing about God or the Bible.  Bill refused to associate with
those who were not strong Christians like himself.  At least Bill would not
invite the man who was fucking his wife behind his back over for any more
dinners or let that man give her rides anymore, she thought.



   To Melissa's chagrin, Reggie's knowledge of God and the Bible was
impressive in most part and exhaustive in others dealing with of all
subjects, Lucifer and his descent.

   "It almost sounds like you sympathize with Satan," Bill said.



   Reggie explained: "Well, God and Lucifer actually loved one another. 
They were partners.  Lucifer was His favorite angel not only because of his
beauty, but also because of his intelligence and talent.  Lucifer felt like
an overqualified employee with some great, unutilized ideas.  He went off
on his own, with a few friends, to prove his worthiness and fully exercise
his gifts.  When God saw the full extent of Lucifer's skill, He knew He had
worthy competition and didn't like being upstaged.  I don't think we can
imagine how Lucifer must have felt when he discovered how the God he had
loved so dearly reacted to his accomplishments and no longer allowed him to
return.  In anger, Lucifer devoted himself to his more challenging work. 
You can't despise Satan; he plays a vital role in the existence of free
will."



   Bill found these topics and Reggie's grasp of them fascinating, but the
discussion brought ennui to Melissa.  Bill finished drinking his glass of
wine, and with fatigue setting in yawned:



   "Excuse me, that jetlag must be catching up with me or something I
guess; I have to get up early for work tomorrow.  I'd like to stay and
discuss more scripture with you guys but I'm going to head off to bed," he
announced.



   Reggie gave Bill an understanding smile and stood to shake his hand good
night.  "Thank you for having me for dinner; it was very gracious of you."



   "You're welcome.  I'm really sorry.  I never get this sleepy.  You and
Melissa discuss more Bible if you want," Bill replied groggily and
staggered to the bedroom.



   Melissa suspected Reggie had somehow put something in Bill's drink as he
had done with her.  "He only had two glasses of wine.  What did you give
him?" Melissa asked in an irate whisper with her eyebrows creasing.



   "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 Bill," Reggie answered
pulling a silver case with a familiar white powder in it from his pocket.
"And I brought some of this for you."



   Melissa started forgetting about being angry and recalled how good she
felt with that powder up her nose and Reggie's cock in her pussy as she
watched him prepare a couple of lines.  "I don't want any more of that,"
she said unconvincingly.



   "Sure you do, baby doll, just a little bit for old Reggie.  It won't
hurt you and I'll leave right after you have some if you want me to."



   She sat in her chair, her determination wavering, as Reggie moved next
to her with the tempting mixture of powdered heroin and cocaine in hand. 
"You promise to leave right after I do this?" she asked.



   "If you still want me to, I will."



   Melissa leaned over the tiny glass mirror inside the silver case and
began snorting the lines Reggie had prepared for her.



   "That's a good girl.  Finish it all up," Reggie cooed, his hand softly
rubbing her back as she greedily inhaled her first line and started the
next.  "There's as much as you want where that came from."



   When the delicious powder was gone, Melissa's head popped up from the
silver case as if she had just unsuccessfully finished bobbing for apples;
but before she had the chance to 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 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 the 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.  He 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.

   "Nooooh, not here," Melissa whispered as Reggie succeeded in unfastening
the button.  "What if Bill wakes up?"

   "Bill isn't waking up for at least eight hours, baby doll," Reggie
answered, lowering her zipper as she clutched her jeans to keep them on;
but he pulled her hands away and brought them 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.

   "Positive."



   "Ooh, no, I really can't do this with you anymore," she tried to protest
while gently tugging on his cock.  "You've got to stop; you said you would
leave," she added, her other hand sliding up his bare, muscular chest and
pushing 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 slightly.

   Seated on to the edge of the table, she watched him slide her panties
off the rest of the way, ignoring her empty petition to stop.

   She fell back on her elbows and watched with a grimace as he spread her
legs far apart, as he did while Bill was away, and began performing oral
sex on her again.  Although she had gradually learned to like Reggie eating
her pussy, she still felt guilty and uncomfortable - especially with Bill
in the other room.



   It was supposed to be over between her and Reggie now that Bill was
back. She had done such a good job convincing herself that life would
return to normal once Bill was here, failing to realize that normal
permanently changed for her.  Reggie had her hooked on black cock.  "Ooh,
no don't," she whimpered as Reggie's tongue went over her clit.  "I can't."
Nevertheless, 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 felt so wrong letting him do this too her, but her pussy
started to feel so good, 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 all his now and he knew it. 
She could pretend to belong to Bill, but her pussy belonged to him.  He had
successfully put his demons inside her that she would never get rid of. 
They were now part of her.



   "Does this feel good, baby?" Reggie asked as he fed her lusts more,
making them fatter and hungrier each passing moment, each passing day,
slowly turning her into a sex addict like himself.



   "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 except him, including Bill, and marveled at how attractively it
glistened in pink.  Reggie remembered when he spread her this way six weeks
ago how hard she fought him; but he put her in place and kept doing it
anyway.  Those first weeks she cried from embarrassment and shame when his
fingers held her lips apart like this and he gazed at her raw womanhood -
touched it and closely watched its reactions.  It did not seem to bother
her as much now.

   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 missed this yesterday."

   Melissa wished she had the strength to tell him no and to stop. 
However, he had drained a little more willpower from her each time they
were together until she barely had any remaining - she had spent it all
like a depleted savings account but received nothing in return.



   She started cumming.



   "That's it - just let it go.  I know this is difficult for you baby, but
you're getting used to it.  It takes a little while, but the sadness will
go away - do you see how much better you're beginning to feel?"



   "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 the head of it 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 all the way in her.  "It's still
hard for you to come to terms with this."



   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 the entire time pleasuring her.  "Oh yea, you're so
silky and wet, baby," he said.  His thumb maintained its tiny circles
around her clit; and her stretched pussy lips gripped around his slippery
shaft as it slid through them.



   "Oh, oooh, oooh, you're making me cum again, Reggie," Melissa cried. 
She could not stop herself and her pussy began milking his cock as if
trying to make him cum with her - as if it hungered for his potent sperm.
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.

   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 was on top of her and they
were French kissing.  Their enthusiastic thrusts into each other had caused
the table to shake and the wine glasses and bottle left on it 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 was completely naked, like she had been with Reggie most of the
time Bill was away, her pussy holding an entire night's worth of Reggie's
cum about to receive more as she fucked him on the floor.  In the dark
living room shadows danced around them to 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, your cock feels good in me.  Does it feel good for you?" Melissa
asked with her hips gyrating like his penis was the handle to an
old-fashioned coffee grinder she turned with her pussy.

   "Oh, yea, baby.  Keep working your pussy like that.  It feels real nice.
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 again like
before. "Oh, Reggie," she cried fingering her clit, holding his heavy balls
and climaxing again for him.  "I don't know about this."

   "You know I love you, baby.  I can't live without your pussy anymore."

   She wanted all of him as badly as he wanted her, "Oh, Reggie, are you
going to cum?"



   "Yea, baby, keeping doing that with your pussy and I'll cum soon."

   For the fifth time that evening, Reggie's penis erupted inside Melissa,
spewing its warm lava of love.  "Oooh, that's it, I want you to cum," she
lovingly encouraged.  She 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 thick, 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 shaft and over his cock head.

   "That's it baby, just like I taught you.  Yea that feels good.  You like
the way black cum tastes?"

   "Uh-huh," Melissa moaned in reply still lapping up cum from his giant
cock so 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 - a goodbye kiss one last time.  She could
not believe they had spent the entire night fucking.

   "What time will Bill be at work today?" Reggie asked.

   Melissa hesitated for an instant, and then 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 as it drove off like two beady
red eyes disappearing in the distance.  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 - as
if he put her under a hypnotic trance.  She did not want to have an affair
with a black man.



   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.



   "Wow, I haven't slept that soundly in years," Bill commented rising from
his slumber.  I was exhausted.  How was Bible study with Reggie last
night?" Bill inquired rubbing 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 we should
study with him more often - we would probably learn a few things from him,"
Bill remarked.



   Again, her husband's blindness astounded Melissa.  She was full of
Reggie's cum and Bill was suggesting she spend more time with him to learn
a few things?  "I didn't sleep well last night, honey.  I'm going back to
sleep," she said rolling over; she could not look at Bill anymore.



   ****************



   Two months later:

   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 for the three-day
weekend.  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 41-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 all of us men to get closer to Jesus," Bill
said.  "Have you seen Reggie Johnson?  He said he was coming."



   Bob and Kelly gave each other a strange look - the type of look 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, but the overcast morning sent a
murky stream of daylight through the chapel windows that only dimly reached
the deeper recesses of 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.  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 when he had asked
them about Reggie, his mouth hanging open in shock as his mind processed
this information.  After a moment, he spoke: "This can't be right.  Melissa
doesn't even like black men that way.  She's said many times how
unattractive she thinks they are physically.  I mean she's not prejudiced
or anything.  But she would never commit adultery and do something like
that - especially with a black man.  That's why I know what you're saying
cannot be true.  She's a good strong Christian 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, in
several months - quit choir, hasn't been to Bible study with any of the
other parishioners, stopped attending all the meetings.  She has become
very distant.  She looks glassy-eyed all the time, as if she's stoned or
something and that Reggie Johnson always seems to be nearby 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 drop from Bill's face and his heart pound 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."



   ***************



   Melissa finished bathing and studied herself in a corner of the bathroom
mirror where steam from the warm shower had begun clearing.  She had used
an epilator on her private areas the day before while Bill was at work so
she could wear the sexy new lingerie today that Reggie purchased for her.
Only a short, narrow strip of closely trimmed golden brown hair on her mons
pubis remained.  She did not know if she liked this new look though, which
left everything down there smooth and visible, without undergarments to
cover things up, and appeared almost prepubescent.  Reggie assured her that
women looked more beautiful like this and persuaded her to do it.  She had
always kept herself tidy anyway out of habit even though she was not hairy.
However, this took things to a new level that made her privates feel more
exposed even with clothes on.



   Two short 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 out on to
the main road.  Unfazed by the cold morning air lingering in his cab,
Reggie smiled as his truck accelerated.  He anticipated two days with her
free of any interruptions; Bill would be gone until Monday evening.  Reggie
could hardly wait to see her in the new lingerie he bought and to take it
off her.  His dick had been hard since last night from thoughts of yanking
those sexy thongs down her legs and plunging his cock into her tight wet
pussy the entire weekend.  His penis yearned for the free access to her
again - for the frequent, almost constant embrace of her warm vagina that
it had enjoyed during Bill's trip to Peru.



   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 seeing her cunt stuffed with Reggie's big black cock and then
killing both of them.



   Reggie's elation oppositely 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 opposite 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 to
bring the heroin and cocaine.  He wanted her to have as much pleasure as
possible this weekend.



   Bill arrived home but Reggie's truck was not there and her car was still
in the driveway covered in frost.  As surely as winter blanketed the
landscape with snow each year, during this season the trees deposited their
layer of leaves and twigs on the ground, which now snapped louder than
usual and sounded like crackling knuckles with each footstep 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 an empty house.  He was headed for his
safe and then to Reggie's bungalow.



   Melissa had donned a sexy pink silk thong with a matching bra and was
looking for an equally sexy outfit to wear when she heard the front door
slam closed from her bedroom.  "Is that you honey?" she shouted.



   Melissa's voice surprised Bill and stopped him from reaching his
destination; he thought the house was empty and she was with Reggie engaged
in "Bible study".  Perhaps the Wards were wrong after all.



   "Yea, it's me.  I decided not to go on the retreat."



   Melissa's eyes grew wide as Bill's irritated voice came through the
bedroom door - and not Reggie.  She tremulously jumped into a pair of blue
jeans and put on a tee shirt just before Bill entered the room.



   Reggie slowed to make the turn into Melissa's driveway when he noticed
Bill's car was now there.  "Oh shit," he uttered to himself, quickly
jerking his steering wheel back to avoid the turn.  He continued driving
straight and passed her house.  With a hard cock aching for relief and now
no pussy to relieve it in, he punched his steering wheel and grumbled,
"Fuck - what the hell is that white asshole doing home?" He slowed, made a
sharp U-turn, and headed back toward his own house.



   The living room window contained an outside scene of slate skies beyond
the naked branches of winter-ravaged trees.  The room was as gray as the
previous night's ashes remaining in the fireplace Bill paced in front of
irately.  "Kelly Ward claims you and Reggie are sleeping together," he
bellowed.  A vein in the center of his forehead above his eyebrows bulged
beneath his skin, and with a tinge of blue bifurcated like a wishbone. 
"She said you're not studying Bible when you go to his house and that she
saw you purchasing condoms with him while I was in Peru!"



   Bill kept so occupied with Church and work he never noticed his marriage
dying, his actions causing its death as much as Reggie.  His neglect put
the chink in the armor of their marriage through which Reggie penetrated.
She had been fucking Reggie for over three months and had fallen in love
with him and his good friends - heroin and cocaine.

   Melissa wanted to leave Bill and go to Reggie, but she did not want to
pour the gasoline of truth on Bill's flames of anger, fearing the explosive
results of his temper with a gun he kept in the house.



   "Reggie bought those rubbers, not me.  I don't know why he bought them
but you know I would never cheat on you," she argued trying to calm him.



   "Why would Reggie buy rubbers?  He's not married."



   "How should I know?  I didn't ask him why he was buying condoms.  It was
none of my business.  And why are you listening to a busybody like Kelly
Ward anyway?  You know she's hated me since we moved here."



   "I don't know," Bill answered confusedly.  "I don't like his moral
character - he's not married yet he's buying condoms.  I forbid you from
having anymore contact with him.  And if I find out you were sleeping with
him, I'll kill both of you for committing adultery.  Do you understand me?"

   Melissa silently nodded, her eyes nervously darting away from Bill as if
fearful he might see the truth revealed in them.  If Bill had discouraged
her meetings with Reggie earlier, if he had not pressured her into studying
the Bible with Reggie, it may have saved her and salvaged their marriage.
However, it was too late now.  She was far too addicted to Reggie's black
cock and to the drugs Reggie had been giving to her.

   Outside the window, the naked trees - casting a net of faint shadows
that ran back and forth across the oak floor in the living room -sadly
waved in the wind to the gloomy skies of late afternoon and an approaching
storm.  The forecasts predicted moderate snowfall and cold temperatures. 
Melissa could not stay trapped in her house with her lunatic of a husband.
She could not stay away from Reggie, the man she loved.  She wanted to run
into Reggie's strong embrace right now and warn him, but she could not risk
Bill finding out - she needed to wait for the right opportunity.

   Melissa waited and the shadows grew in number as daylight succumbed to
more clouds and the night creeping closer.  Through the dead tree branches
outside and dusty crevices in the house, the wind announced the arrival of
another winter storm in a chilling chorus that sounded like mournful wails.

   "Where are you going?" Bill suspiciously asked as he sat in the recliner
in front of the fire and watched Melissa put on her boots, her midnight
blue double-breasted pea coat, her matching beanie and her black leather
gloves - the bulky winter attire unable to conceal the perfect curves of
her slender female figure.

   "I'm just going outside for some extra firewood before this storm."

   "But it's freezing out there.  I'll go," he offered as he started from
his chair.

   "No, I want some fresh air."

   "I'll come with you then."

   "That's okay.  Stay here and tend to the fire," Melissa coolly replied.
She wanted to go outside where she could get a signal for her phone and
text Reggie.

   The drop in temperature as she left the house and went out into the
evening was sharp like the first plunge into a cold pool.  Melissa hustled
through the frigid wind that penetrated her clothes as if they were made of
paper, and took refuge from the arctic blasts behind a large old oak tree.
She extricated her iPhone from her jean pocket, took off her gloves, and
quickly sent the following text to Reggie:

   "OMG!  Kelly told Bill about us.  Stay away & don't txt me - Bill
furious & has gun.  Txt u later 2nite."



   She sent the message, immediately deleted it so Bill could not see it,
and shoved the phone back in her pocket.  She put her gloves back on and
raced to the pile of wood, grabbed all the logs she could carry and headed
back inside the house.



   She dropped the logs beside the warmly glowing fireplace.  "Let me see
your phone," Bill smugly demanded coming up behind her and holding out his
hand.

   She turned toward him, "Why do you want my phone?"

   "You know why - just give it to me."

   Annoyed, Melissa dug out the phone from her pocket and Bill snatched it
from her hand.

   He stood in front of her and scrolled through her text messages like a
parent checking up on a naughty teen.

   "Really, Bill?  This is ridiculous and not necessary.  I told you
nothing is happening between Reggie and me.  Give me my phone back!"

   "If nothing has happened, then you shouldn't have a problem with me
looking at your messages.  I pay for this phone line anyway." Staring at
the lit up screen in his palm, he turned away from her and ambled back to
his recliner.

   The cold, blustery wind loudly sang the same melancholy song to Reggie
that Melissa heard two miles away as he sat alone in his living room on a
black couch made from fine Italian leather and stared at the blank
television screen hanging on the wall.  Among the multitude of expensive
audio/video components in the room, only one interested him presently: on
the coffee table in front of him, his phone finally lit up with Melissa's
text message.  He read it.  With her husband out of town on the religious
retreat, he decided it might be a good time to pay Kelly Ward a visit.

   *************



   Reggie easily found Robert and Kelly Ward's address on the tax
collector's website, put it into his GPS, and arrived at their house
isolated like Melissa's house and his own in thick woods a couple miles
away.  He parked off the road a short distance away and before turning his
headlights off watched snowflakes blow and eddy in front of them for a
moment.  He checked his phone again but there was no text from Melissa yet.
He worried about her and missed her.  His cock was hard and aching for her
pussy, but Kelly was an attractive 35-year-old who would do in the meantime
and ultimately make a nice girlfriend for Melissa, he thought.  He put on
his backpack, eased his truck door closed and walked through the soughing
wind.  The house appeared dark, its occupant likely asleep early.

   Reggie stepped onto the front porch; along its eave, a wind chime
resonated into the night, and hanging baskets, containing dead plants,
fluttered in the cold breeze like executed convicts dangling from gallows.
He reached the front door and turned its knob - Kelly had accidentally left
it unlocked.  White pussy out in the sticks was proving easier pickings
than he had originally thought.

   With the dim glow from his phone, Reggie slinked through Kelly's orderly
home searching for her bedroom, an occasional creak from his footsteps
camouflaged by similar groans the old house made caused by the inclement
weather.  He passed through the living room, where against the wall a
stately grandfather clock stood ticking, and went down a hallway.  After
the first doorway proved to be a bathroom, the faint light from his phone
revealed an ashen Kelly soundly sleeping in a queen-sized bed in the second
room he checked.

   He stealthily removed his backpack, retrieved a syringe from it, and
entered the bedroom.  Beside the head of her bed sat a nightstand with her
cell phone, a lamp and a digital clock on it.  Reggie saw the radiant red
numbers on the clock change from 9:11 pm to 9:12 pm.  Lying on her stomach,
she faced away from him and the nightstand.



   He carefully lifted a corner of her blanket and peered at her slim,
curvy body.  Her short nightie had hiked up slightly and a dainty pair of
purple panties on a beautifully shaped, head-turning ass peaked at him. 
Among the men in town, she vied with Melissa for the title of prettiest
woman, which caused much of the animosity that existed between the two of
them, although neither woman ever admitted to themselves or anyone else the
jealousy they felt toward the other.

   He had already switched on the lamp on her nightstand and straddled her
back, his knees pressing her arms into the mattress with her silky red hair
between his meaty fingers shoving her head into the pillow, when Kelly's
big green eyes opened.

   Although Reggie usually took his time with women, making them cum until
effete, in this instance he wanted to act quickly and get back to Melissa.
"Get off me!  No, stop!" Kelly screamed unable to raise her head to see her
attacker.  As she strained against him, her external jugular vein bulged
nicely and he stuck it with the syringe containing high-grade heroin.



   "Owe, oh God, no," Kelly cried feeling a pinch in her neck but unaware
of its cause.

   "There, there, baby, you're going to be alright.  Shhh," Reggie
whispered soothingly in her ear as he pressed the plunger and felt her
struggling quickly diminish.  That's it, just enjoy it," he encouraged, the
drug stealing her will to fight.  He finished injecting her with the very
large dosage, especially for a first timer - and pulled the needle from her
smooth white skin, a drop of dark red blood oozing from the puncture.  With
surgical precision he placed the needle on her nightstand next to her
cellphone.



   Kelly Ward - good, strong Christian, faithful wife - began to experience
the incredible bliss of her first heroin high as the substance quickly
rushed through her vascular system and reached neurons in her brain.  She
was uncertain if she was awake or if this was some vivid dream.  Reggie
jerked off her panties, flipped her on her back, pried her legs open, and
started performing oral sex on her.

   Her warmth touched his face and the sweet fresh aroma of scented soap
from a recent bath mingled with his nostrils and made her pussy smell as
appetizing as it appeared and tasted.



   "Huh?" Kelly exclaimed with her mouth dumbly hanging open as she looked
down her flat tummy.  Her purple silk nightie was around her tits and she
helplessly watched Reggie nuzzling her red bush and eating her out.  She
did not understand what was happening.  How could this be a dream?  A
disgusting black man was orally raping her yet she felt so good and did not
care.  She saw him parting her lips and culling her clitoris.



   "Noooo, don't," Kelly slurred, her hands pushing at his nappy head.  She
knew this was wrong and very bad in spite of how nice everything seemed. 
But Reggie's tongue kept licking her clit.  "Stooooop it," she protested.



   He did not stop and as a result her clit grew embarrassingly big and
hard and her pussy became sloppy wet.



   "Ooh, don't," Kelly exclaimed, her pelvis undulating for Reggie.



   "What's the matter, baby?  Does this feel good but you don't want it
to?"



   "No, it doesn't feel good.  I don't like it - stop," Kelly wept as her
pelvis continued rocking for him uncontrollably, with a mind of its own, as
if it wanted to fuck.



   "After you cum for me, I'll stop," Reggie teased.



   "Oh, God, don't make me do that, please."



   Reggie ignored her tantrum and continued caressing her enlarged clit,
her sobs gradually quieting as the movement in her hips grew stronger like
an itch she could not stop herself from scratching.



   "That's it, baby, you going to cum for me soon?" Reggie asked watching
her pussy gracefully rise and fall to his strokes like a dance to the
rhythm of some perverted melody he played on her clit with his talented
fingers.



   Kelly's face turned to the side and she refused to look at him or reply.



   "That's okay, baby, you don't have to answer.  I'll be able to tell. 
Your good friend, Melissa, acted the same way at first."



   "Oh...oh...oh..., no..., please," Kelly softly moaned.  Why was God
letting this happen to her?  She wanted to feel anger and despise this
disgusting black man and the heinous acts he was performing on her, yet she
was cuming for him instead.  This was not right or fair.  She had been a
good Christian her entire life, a faithful wife, and now Reggie was
stealing all of it from her and infecting her with the same demons he put
into Melissa Morgan.



   "This is nothing, baby, you're going to cum for me a lot for now on, so
you might as well get used to it."



   "Why are you doing this?" she wept, wanting the humiliation to end, yet
assured by her tormentor that it would only continue.

   "Why did you tell Bill Morgan about Melissa and me?  I think you're
jealous of Melissa and want what she's getting.  And now you're going to
get it," Reggie answered as he pulled down his boxers so Kelly could see
the big black cock that was going to take her pussy.  He grabbed her hand,
forced her tiny fingers around his shaft and made her gently tug on it. 
"That's it, nice and gentle.  You ever held a big black cock before?" he
asked.



   Her bed now a maelstrom of scattered sheets and blankets, Kelly appeared
hypnotized by the huge black penis, hard and warm in her palm - her eyes
pools of green with a tiny black speck in their centers - and did not
answer.  When Reggie finally unleashed her hand from his own, she delayed
letting go of his shaft a few seconds and continued slowly jerking on it,
before realizing her actions and releasing it in revulsion.

   Since she was still too good to play with his dick, he would put it in
her pussy instead, Reggie thought as he drew a bead at her opening with it.



   "What are you doing?" Kelly ignorantly asked as Reggie separated her
labia with his fingers and pushed his cock head against her entrance.  "No,
don't!  It's too big - please!"



   "Shhhhhhh, it's not too big - see, look at that," Reggie replied.  She
saw the glistening pink opening of her tiny pussy accept the dark
mammoth-sized head of his cock inside it, felt herself stretching to
accommodate him.  "I'll get the rest of it to fit in you now, just like
Melissa."



   "Oh God, please," Kelly cried as she looked down between her legs in
horror and watched more of Reggie's thick black shaft slowly pass through
her tightly stretched labia and disappear inside her.  His cock backed up a
little like a freight train at a railroad crossing, coated with her silky
lubricant, then progressed further.



   "Oh yea, your pussy feels so good," Reggie exclaimed as he pushed his
entire length inside her.  "See, I told you I'd get it to fit." The rest of
his weight now came down on top of her, a warm, heavy blanket of firm
muscles pressing her into the mattress, and he finally got to the business
of relieving the erection that had plagued him since the previous evening -
of fucking her in earnest.  His face went into her soft red hair that
fanned over her pillow, and his nose took in more of her sweet fragrances -
a mango scented shampoo she had used to wash it while showering earlier.

   "Oh, don't," Kelly gasped as his thick, colossal cock pounded into her
like an incredible jackhammer, completely opening her up and pulling her
sensitive folds in and out with it.

   "Oh, oh, oh, no, I can't," she whimpered.  She found herself embracing
him, her fingernails digging into his strong back as another damning orgasm
approached.  This was evil, sinful and wrong.  Another man's penis, not her
husband, was inside her pleasuring her body.  She should be fighting him,
not cumming.

   "That's it, baby, just enjoy that big, black cock," Reggie encouraged as
he felt her vagina spasm.



   Her wave of orgasms subsided.  She turned her face toward her nightstand
and saw a syringe next to her phone; but it did not register to Kelly that
he had used the syringe on her.  Only two feet away, the phone seemed
distant as her arm stretched into a piece of spaghetti reaching for it.



   She pushed nine and one, and then Reggie's hand pulled the phone away
before she entered the last digit, leaving her frustrated with his cock
pounding into her from different angles and building tension in her again.
Her hips resumed thrusting to meet his.  His tongue slipped into her mouth
and he forced her to French kiss him.



   This time her orgasm triggered his.



   "Mm mph," Kelly moaned into his mouth trying to get him to withdraw as
she felt his cock filling her with its warm seed.  But that itch proved too
strong even for her to resist scratching and she did not stop grinding into
him either, could not stop her vagina from milking every drop of disgusting
semen from his penis as they reached orgasm together.



   Reggie felt the euphoric relief of Kelly's tight pussy draining the
surplus cum from his balls intended for Melissa.  "Oh, baby, thank you. 
You feel so good."



   Kelly's tension resolved as well.  Her hands wandered up and down
Reggie's muscular back and she drifted off to sleep beneath the firm
ripples in his stomach and chest, the heroin taking away all of her great
worries: She and Bob did not want children and they usually used condoms
for birth control depending on her cycle, which had been irregular lately.



   ************



   Bill sat in his recliner drinking a glass of wine and studying Melissa's
phone.  The earlier blaze of yellow in the living room fireplace now
struggled to remain brief flames of orange and red slowly turning to embers
and sending up gossamers of smoke the winter wind whisked away from the
rooftop chimney.  Melissa had meticulously deleted incriminating texts as
they occurred with Reggie in case the situation she now found herself in
with Bill ever materialized, but her phone still contained many of their
messages to each other with cryptic references and suspicious gaps Bill
tried to understand, like the following:


Reggie: "Bible study?"


Melissa: "No"


Reggie: "Yes, I promise to only study onanism and will bring H & C"


Melissa: "OK I guess"



   Reggie: "Did u enjoy H & C & studying about Onan today?  See I kept
promise"


Melissa: Missing response


Reggie: "Need to cum over for Bible study see u soon"


Melissa: "Tired of Bible study no more today please"


Reggie: "Yes, u will change mind"


Melissa: "No Bill will be home soon"


Reggie: "Will have quick session promise see u soon :)"


Melissa: Missing response



   Their text messages went on like this, referencing sexual relationships
and practices found in the Bible with increasing frequency - subject matter
inappropriate for a married woman to discuss with a man who was not her
husband, even within the context of studying the Bible.  Why would Reggie
want to meet her twice on some days for Bible study?  Why would they study
a minor figure like Onan?



   "What is this `H & C' Reggie kept mentioning to you in his texts?" Bill
asked looking up as he clicked off Melissa's phone and its screen turned
dark.



   Melissa sat in her usual spot on the sofa and glared at Bill.  She could
not tell him the truth - that it meant heroin and cocaine.  She needed to
think of something else quickly: "You have your nerve reading my personal
messages like that and accusing me of adultery with a black man."



   "Tell me what `H & C' means."



   "Hot Chocolate and cookies - Reggie likes to bake and brought them for
me when we studied together," Melissa angrily answered to Bill's
satisfaction.



   "I think the subject matter you and Reggie chose to study alone together
was inappropriate."



   Melissa turned her face away from Bill and did not answer.  She wanted
Reggie now more than ever.  She missed his big black cock and the warmth of
his strong, muscular body covering her like a blanket of safety as they
fucked.  She needed to fuck Reggie now with a little bit of "H & C" to
relieve her stress.



   "Are you coming to bed?" Bill finally asked rising from his recliner and
stretching in front of the embers, which now provided little heat.  It had
been a while since they made love and he suddenly felt an unusual urge to
have intercourse with his wife again.

   "No, I'm not coming to bed with you after you accused me of fucking
Reggie.  Can I have my phone back now?"



   Her language shocked Bill.  He had never heard her use that profane
word, "fuck", with him before.  He sat beside Melissa on the couch and put
his arm around her.  His other hand began rubbing her thigh.  "I'm sorry I
yelled at you earlier.  You need to come to bed with me now," he said.



   This was a rare moment for Bill, to be horny and actually want her. 
Melissa knew he would fuck her if she went to bed with him; but he would
see the risqué undergarments she was still wearing, her practically
hairless pussy, and would definitely know something was going on with
Reggie: "You want sex after nearly two months without touching me, when you
think I'm having an affair with Reggie, a black man?  You disgust me.  Get
your filthy hands off me and give me my phone back."



   Her personality had completely changed over the past several months. 
Since he returned from Peru, she had been acting differently.  Bill
suspected something happened to her while he was away, but he did not know
what.  She was not the same woman he had married anymore.  "Suit yourself,
but I'm keeping your phone," he replied.  He rose from the couch and headed
down the hallway.



   He kept his safe in the hallway closet, and from the living room,
Melissa heard its steel door clang shut with her phone and car keys inside
it.  Bill went to bed and she waited for him to fall asleep while sitting
alone on the sofa and watching the glowing embers die.

   *************

   Bundled up in her winter attire, Melissa began her journey on foot down
the silent stretch of highway to Reggie's house.  A full moon brightly
shining in the black sky above the leafless trees accompanied her, the
storm leaving behind a cold breeze and a fresh blanket of smooth white snow
that hauntingly reflected the silvery moonlight.  She tried to quell what
she realized were her own irrational and childish fears of bogeymen that
lurked in the surrounding woods.  She would face any terror waiting in the
night for one more taste of the euphoria Reggie gave her.

   Reggie took Kelly's phone and keys and left her sleeping in a peaceful
heroin high.  From the highway, he stopped in front of Melissa's house, and
with his truck idling, stared at its dark windows.  Snow covered Bill and
Melissa's cars.  He checked his cell phone again - still no contact from
her.  She said she would text him and her lack of communication was
troubling.  Melissa was Reggie's girlfriend, his fuck buddy, even if she
was still married to Bill, and if Bill hurt her, Reggie was ready to bust a
cap in his ass.

   Reggie started to leave when the beam from his headlights revealed what
looked like fresh footsteps in the snow on the side of the road.  He jumped
from his truck into the frozen bite of the winter night to examine the
path. The small footprints originated from Melissa's property, headed in
the direction of his house and extended into the darkness beyond the reach
of his headlamps.

   The moonlit snow lost its silvery hue and Melissa's shadow advanced from
her side to the lead.  She turned around and stared into the high beam of a
distant vehicle twinkling like an approaching star, and thinking that it
might be Bill, ducked into the woods and waited for it to pass.

   Reggie saw up ahead of him where the trail of footprints turned into the
woods.  He slammed on his brakes, threw his truck in park and hopped out
from it.  The familiar roar of Reggie's truck brought Melissa out from
hiding and she emerged from the curtain of trees into the path of his
headlights.

   "What are you doing out here, baby doll?" he asked running up to her and
wrapping his arms around her while the engine idly chugged and its chrome
tailpipes belched white clouds of smoke similar to the frosty breath coming
from Reggie and Melissa's mouths when they exhaled or spoke.

   She looked up into his face with worry in her big cerulean eyes and they
kissed.

   "I couldn't stay there with him.  The bastard took my phone and car keys
and locked them in his gun safe.  I needed to see you.  Do you have any
stuff for me?" Melissa asked.

   "Yea, you know I'll fix you up, baby.  But let's get out of this cold."

   He stood to the side, opened the passenger door, and allowed the
inviting warmth inside the truck to flow over Melissa and spill into the
frigid night air in a quickly dissipating stream of heat.  Her foot landed
on the running board to enter his truck; his hands encircled her petite
waist and assisted her up.  Melissa slid into the cab; he flung her door
closed and got in the other side.  "You okay?" he asked.

   "I can't go back to him, Reggie," Melissa broke down.  "I want you."

   She pressed her chest against him and he wrapped his arms around her. 
He had seen this before in his other girlfriends and realized, even if she
did not, that some of her love for him was actually for the drugs he gave
to her.  He turned all his lovers into sex and drug addicts.

   "I know, baby doll, you don't have to go back to him anymore if you
don't want." Reggie's voice became somber and he continued, "You can be my
girl but you're going to have to do what I tell you.  Some things you may
not like at first but you have to promise me you'll do them anyway, okay?"

   Melissa looked up into his coal black eyes, not fully understanding what
Reggie meant, but remembering and desperately wanting the rapture he gave
her with his big black cock and his drugs, and hesitantly nodded anyway,
realizing deep down she was making a pact with the Devil.  "I just want to
be with you," she said snuggling into his warm, hard chest.  Her hand
descended his washboard stomach to the bulge in his pants and began rubbing
it, making it bigger, as if she was summoning a magic genie from a lamp. 
Reggie put the truck in drive, held her close to him and patted her soft,
blond hair.  She was completely his now; Bill had lost her.

   The bulge in Reggie's pants became so huge and firm for Melissa as her
hand gently travelled back and forth over the lengthy distance that
originated at his crotch, curved to his left, and reached the outside of
his hip.  "Oh, I made it so big and hard," she marveled aloud.  She wanted
to unzip his pants as he drove, suck on his black cock, begin relieving the
erection she made it form and drink his virile cum.

   "No, I want to suck on it," Melissa cried, her fingers still trying to
unzip Reggie's pants as he pulled her head away from his lap.  It gave her
a sense of power when she made him cum.



   "Woe, I know baby, but you need to see the white nurse first and then
I'll let you suck on it, okay?"

   "Okay," Melissa answered disappointedly.  She wanted his cock now but
knew it would be even better after Reggie gave her more powder to snort.



   Sitting on his leather sofa, she waited in the living room while her
eyes roamed his expensive electronics and furnishings.  She liked Reggie's
bungalow so much more than her own dismal house.  The floorboards creaked
and announced to her his movements in his bedroom and his return before the
sight of him was in her eyes.  He held his backpack in one hand, a syringe
and rubber tourniquet in his other instead of the familiar box of powder
she expected to see.



   "No, I don't want that.  Let me have some more powder," Melissa
complained.



   "I don't have any more powder, baby," Reggie answered tying the
tourniquet around her arm.



   "No, I don't want to start shooting up, Reggie."



   "I'm getting more powder soon, baby doll.  But in the meantime, you can
try this."



   "No, I'd rather not do any then."



   "It's not going to hurt you to take it this way just a couple of times.
I want you to feel good when you're with me."



   Melissa panicked as she saw Reggie bring the needle toward one of the
distended veins in her arm.  "No, please, Reggie, I feel good just being
with you.  I don't need anything else."



   "Shush." He had prepared a large dosage of high-grade heroin for Melissa
- the same stuff he had given Kelly a short while earlier.



   Her heart pounding in her chest, Melissa watched the needle sink into
her vein, a pink plume of her blood enter into the clear liquid of the
syringe, and Reggie's thumb slowly depress the plunger.  Reggie loosened
the tourniquet.



   "Oh my God," Melissa gasped from an amazing bliss that felt warm and
fuzzy all over and like she was kissing her Creator.



   "That feels real good, huh?" Reggie asked as he watched Melissa's eyes
fill with etherealness.  He helped her to her feet.



   "Can I suck your cock now?" Melissa slurred.



   "Come on - we can't stay here.  We need to go somewhere else."



   "Where are we going?" Melissa asked as Reggie bundled her up to go back
outside.



   "Someplace safe for now in case Bill comes looking for you here.  I'll
let you suck on my cock while we're in the truck if you want, okay?"



   Wavering as she stood, Melissa dumbly nodded and Reggie led her out of
the house and to his truck.



   The bitter cold from outside seeped through the glass windows but went
no further.  The instrument panel in Reggie's warm truck shined like a
colorful array of Christmas lights as he happily drove back to Kelly's
house with his backpack full of drugs and Melissa's face buried in his lap.
Heavily stoned, Melissa unknowingly enjoyed the sweet taste of Kelly's
pussy and greedily sucked on Reggie's giant black cock which still
contained some Kelly's wetness on it.  She ran her mouth up and down his
shaft, and over his cock head getting more of Kelly's flavor in her mouth
until she had licked and sucked all Kelly off him.



   Reggie glanced down at the back of her head for a second and gently ran
his fingers through her silky flaxen hair.  "You like the way that tastes?"
he asked with a grin on his face.



   "Uh-huh," Melissa moaned into his kinky black pubic hair, her mouth
chock-a-block with his fat black cock in it.



   Melissa grew wetter the longer she gave Reggie head and thought she was
about to have an orgasm from performing oral sex on him when she felt
Reggie pulling her by the hair off his cock.  "No, I'm not finished yet,"
she whimpered in frustration as his penis flopped from her mouth.  "I want
you to cum."



   Reggie could tell she was stoned out of her head.  "We're here, baby
doll."



   Melissa suddenly realized they had parked in front of Kelly Ward's
residence.



   She stumbled along the way but Reggie's fingers digging into her upper
arm held her from falling.  He kept shoving her forward toward Kelly's
house.

   "Owe, you're hurting my arm.  I don't want to see her.  I hate her. 
Take me back to your place," Melissa demanded.



   "You're my girl now and you're doing what I tell you even if you don't
like it.  You and Kelly are going to make up for me," Reggie growled.

   Beyond the front porch - where the lonely wind chime, suspended from an
eave, still flittered in the breeze and sang to its lifeless brown
neighbors in hanging baskets and to the cold, deaf night - a small gap
between the door and its frame leaked a sliver of light into the dark empty
living room.  The luminous fissure of silver widened and became a flood of
moonlight that turned the blackness ashen as Reggie opened the door.  "I
don't want to go in there," Melissa whimpered.



   "Come on - it's cold out here," he snarled dragging her inside.  His
hand found the light switch on the wall and with a flick added color to the
scene, unveiling Kelly Ward's handsomely furnished home kept meticulously
neat and clean: a luxurious davenport with matching loveseat and recliner;
a wing chair and ottoman; oak, hardwood floors polished to high gloss with
an oval shaped azure flokati in the center.  The antique grandfather clock,
standing majestically against the wall, suddenly announced 11:30 pm with a
single strike that resonated beyond the moment.





   Reggie stepped down the hall toward Kelly's room and left Melissa
wobbling alone in the living room.  Like the steady tick-tock of the clock,
which seemed louder after its chime faded, some voice rose up from deep
within Melissa, and kept urging her to leave.  The voice - muffled by the
cottony bliss of heroin he had put into her veins, yet audible - told her
this was going too far.  She staggered to the door.



   "Where are you going?" she heard him behind her inquire as she grabbed
the doorknob.  His Herculean arm wrapped around her petite waist lifting
her feet off the ground as he pulled her back.  Her hand continued reaching
for the doorknob as he carried her further away from it and the possibility
of escape.



   "No, let go of me.  I want to go home now," Melissa fussed as Reggie
brought her thrashing in his arms into Kelly's room.  Kelly was sprawled
naked across the bed.  In view, her shapely curves, perfectly smooth skin,
defined muscles, small patch of red pubic hair between her slender legs and
tiny pink nipples, similar to Melissa's, atop voluptuous breasts.  Her
purple panties and nightie, sloppily tossed to the floor, contrasted with
the characteristic orderliness everywhere else in her house.  Melissa
realized Reggie had gotten to her earlier.





   The commotion caused Kelly's eyes to open; but the heavy dose of heroin
still in her blood made her think she was dreaming at first.  She watched
with indifference, like one viewing an entertaining but fictional
television show, as Melissa landed beside her in bed and Reggie wrested
clothes off her.  Somehow, Kelly knew what Reggie was doing was bad, but
everything seemed so lovely and she disliked Melissa anyway.  Unlike
Melissa, who had extensive experience with Reggie's perversions, Kelly had
no idea what awaited.



   "Please, no, Reggie - I don't want to do this with her.  I'm not that
way," Melissa cried.  Piece-by-piece he plucked clothes off her body
anyway, and threw them about the room, the sexy pink thong she wore for him
ironically landing on top of Kelly's purple panties.



   "Wow," Reggie remarked fully appreciating how neatly Melissa had
manicured her pussy for him.  "Your new girlfriend is going to like how
smooth you are for her."



   "Oh, God, please don't make us do that," Melissa begged.  On top of
Kelly's dresser, next to her jewelry box, stood a wedding photograph.  A
happy Kelly and Bob - the former attired in a white wedding gown, the
latter in a black tuxedo - watched Melissa as Reggie grabbed her blond hair
and pulled her up from a supine position in bed.  "Start eating her pussy!"
he spat shoving her face into Kelly's crotch.



   "Spread your fucking legs!" Reggie hollered at Kelly.



   "What?" Kelly asked through her drugged fog, realizing this was not a
dream and it was actually happening.



   Reggie slapped Kelly's face, "I said open your legs."



   "Push her legs open," Reggie barked to Melissa.



   Tears rolled down Melissa's cheeks.  She hated Kelly Ward, but doing
this with any woman was disgusting.  Her hands pried Kelly's creamy thighs
apart slightly.



   "Wider," Reggie irately growled, grabbing underneath Kelly's knee and
pulling her leg out.  "Now get your face in there and start licking her
clit."

   Melissa's tongue darted out and reluctantly grazed Kelly's clitoris.

   "With some enthusiasm," he admonished, pushing Melissa's mouth onto
Kelly's crotch as if he was crushing out a cigarette butt in an ashtray. 
"Act like you're enjoying it."



   "Oh, God, what are you doing?" Kelly screeched as she felt her enemy's
tongue softly brush her clitoris.  "Get away from me, you whore!" Her
thighs squeezed Melissa's head between them trying to close.



   Reggie gave Kelly another violent slap across the face, which left her
dazed, bright spots, like camera flashes, floating in her view.  "Spread
your goddamn legs wide and keep them that way!" he bellowed.  He reached
down and pulled both of Kelly's thighs out.



   "I'm sorry, Kelly," Melissa sniveled.  As much as she disliked Kelly,
she detested doing this nauseating act to her more.  Never had she
considered sex with another woman - the idea was sickening.  Then Melissa
saw Reggie's eyes flare at her with fury and she reluctantly resumed the
cunnilingus.



   "Take your fingers and spread her pussy lips open so you can lick her
clity real good," Reggie sneered.



   Melissa had no choice but to obey or get the same harsh treatment from
Reggie Kelly was now receiving.

   "That's it," Reggie encouraged as Melissa parted Kelly's folds and
discovered performing oral sex on another woman was not as bad as she
thought; the heavy dose of heroin distorted her perception.  Kelly's taste
was rather pleasant and strangely familiar.  "Look at how wet she is
getting for you.  Now come on baby, let me move you on top of her."



   Reggie maneuvered Melissa into a "69" position on top of Kelly while she
licked Kelly's pussy with a growing enthusiasm.



   "Oh, oh, please no.  Stop it," Kelly cried.



   "That's it, don't stop." Reggie whispered in Melissa's ear while softly
petting her hair.  She's starting to like it just like you did when I ate
your pussy the first time.  Keep doing it to her.  The more you do it the
more she'll like it and the less she'll fuss.  Make her cum and she'll fall
in love with you."



   Melissa noticed Kelly's clitoris getting bigger and harder, which seemed
to confirm what Reggie kept suggesting.  She ignored Kelly's pleas, focused
on the reaction of Kelly's anatomy instead, and continued licking.  It was
too late to stop now anyway since the horrible act between them was already
occurring and nothing could undo it.





   Reggie recognized the fire burning in Melissa, now it was time to ignite
it in Kelly as well.



   Even on heroin, Kelly stared with revulsion at Melissa's smooth,
hairless pussy above her face.  A heterosexual man would no doubt find it
irresistibly beautiful.  But Kelly was not a heterosexual man or a lesbian.
God found homosexuality more contemptuous than adultery and condemned those
who practiced it to eternal damnation.





   "Oh, oooh, please, don't," Kelly complained, the heroin still in her
blood removing her inhibitions, the stimulation to her clitoris melting her
resistance.  She could not let herself enjoy this; she thought about how
sick it was and how horrified it would make Bob if he ever found out.

   "Oh your clit is getting so big and hard," Melissa moaned, softly
caressing Kelly's pink panic button - firm and increasingly perceptive -
and then gently sucking it into her mouth again.  A prominent clitoris made
vigorous workouts Kelly often did to maintain her slim figure exercises in
willpower.  Increased blood flow to her genital region when she trained and
the ensuing arousals she persistently ignored were a curse she bore with
the discipline of a Christian soldier.  But Kelly's clitoris, almost twice
as large as Melissa's, now became an extremely susceptible target.



   "It's better to give than to receive - lick her pussy," Reggie snarled
to Kelly.



   Like the moral orderliness in every other aspect of Kelly's life, sex
had a place and it was strictly with her husband, and not too frequently
due to his occasional impotence.  "Noh, I can't," Kelly wept, her beautiful
green eyes now watery and bloodshot.  "You're Satan."



   Reggie guffawed, "That's very observant of you.  And you're now one of
my concubines." He twisted Kelly's silky red hair in his fingers and pulled
tightly.  "I'm going to rip every single strand of this gorgeous hair from
your scalp if you don't start enjoying this.  Lick her pussy, god damn it!"
He pressed Kelly's face into Melissa's sex.



   Kelly pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut in disgust.

   He pulled her hair harder, "Don't fight it - open your fucking mouth."



   As hard as Kelly tried to resist, even numbed with narcotics, the pain
Reggie caused became unbearable - the roots of her hairs tearing from her
scalp like rending fabric - and she opened her mouth and began to lick
Melissa's pussy.



   "Oh, yea, that's it," Reggie said maintaining his grip on Kelly's hair.
"Don't stop.  Do it more.  I know how good it tastes.  I've been eating
that sweet thing too - for three months."

   As sinful and vile as performing oral sex on another woman was to Kelly,
she did it anyway, and like jumping in a pool for the first time, after the
initial shock wore off, the experience turned more pleasurable the longer
she immersed in it.

   "Ooh," Melissa cried as Kelly's tongue began exploring her clitoris.



   Heat rose from Kelly's pussy and touched Melissa's face like the warmth
of sunlight on one's cheek on a cool but cloudless spring afternoon. 
Melissa sucked on Kelly's swollen lips and clitoris - twirled them with her
tongue.



   "Ooh, stop it," Kelly gasped.  She did not want to do this but it all
became too much for her - the incredible heroin high and Melissa harrying
her clitoris.  Her hands reached around Melissa's firm buttocks - her
wedding band and diamond engagement ring sparkling, her fingers digging
into Melissa's muscular cheeks - and she pulled Melissa toward her.



   Reggie observed the flames spread and kindle in Kelly and he gradually
loosened his grip on her silky red hair.  "That's it, baby - just enjoy
it," he muttered.

   Kelly paused from what had degraded into a pussy feast, looked at Reggie
bewilderedly for a moment as if vaguely recognizing through the thick hazes
of drugged ecstasy and erotic passion, the terrible sin she was committing,
Melissa's juices sloppily glistening on her chin and lips.  She briefly
noticed he was petting her hair now instead of pulling it.

   "It's okay; don't stop - keep on going.  You're with me now," Reggie
reminded her, gently raising Kelly's head - her face almost in Melissa's
soaked cunt - and placing a pillow beneath it.  Kelly gave in to
temptation, diving her tongue back into Melissa's folds, taking them into
her mouth and becoming completely engrossed again in Melissa's beautiful,
saccharine vagina, which began to look and taste as delicious to Kelly as
her own pussy felt.

   "Mmmm," Kelly dreamily moaned.  Reggie grinned and his big white teeth
shined in contrast to his dark skin.  The two women were not enemies
anymore, he humorously thought to himself.  The quiet house amplified the
music of their lovemaking: loudly smacking lips, hums and moans of two
ravishing females orally pleasuring each other.  He stealthily left their
bed and minced over to the dresser where Kelly's wedding photo and jewelry
box sat.  He removed her iPhone from his pocket, angled it properly against
the jewelry box, and with the wonders of modern technology began recording
high definition video of both girls in full view eating each other's pussy.
He remained silent and out of view using his own phone as well to capture
this special moment.

   "Oh, I'm cumming," Kelly cried.

   "Oh, yes, cum for me," Melissa wooed.

   The scene of both girls crying in orgasm and cooing to each other, lost
in sexual bliss, went on.  Neither of them was aware of Reggie's absence
from the bed or anything else in the world at that moment.

   ***************

   The grandfather clock's quiet voice repeating "tick-tock" penetrated the
silence as Reggie comfortably sat in the living room recliner and finished
editing the lesbian lovemaking he collected on Kelly's phone.  He had
carefully removed the parts where he drugged them and forced them to begin
different acts on each other, creating a video of two dazzling women that
appeared to be consensually making passionate love.  His own phone
contained similar footage he would look at later.

   "Beautiful - simply perfect," he muttered to himself as the clock's
chimes began counting the hours that had passed; it was 6:00 a.m.  and the
sun would rise in a couple hours.  The last bong faded and the pendulum's
steady cadence remained uninterrupted.  He yawned, rose from the chair and
stretched his limbs.  It had been a long night - especially for Kelly and
Melissa.  Perhaps he should check on them.

   Reggie reached the entrance to Kelly's bedroom and peered inside.  It
took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.  Like two
children, Melissa and Kelly peacefully slept in each other's embrace,
exhausted from the heroin he had given to them, and after fucking each
other most of the night for him.

   "Aren't you two adorable," Reggie murmured.  He wanted to watch them go
at each other again, but there would be plenty of time for that later.  He
decided to let them rest.  With the amount of junk he had dumped in their
veins, they would likely be out of it for the next five or more hours,
which would give him time to take care of a few things.

   ****************