Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Defiled Young Housewife: EP20

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

Christy thought she saw sparks of anger in his deep, dark eyes as she looked up at him from the bed.

"You threaten me bitch?"

She defiantly stared at him.

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

"Ow!" She rubbed her cheek where his strike had landed, bright sparks from his smack slowly clearing from her vision like afterimages from the flash of a camera. She made a mistake and had forgotten how violent he could be when she didn't cooperate. "No Reggie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I promise I'll never tell anyone about you."

"Convince me then. Tell me you my girlfriend and that you love me."

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

"That's right. Now keep repeating it. Remember that I own the police. I'll know if you tell anyone about me, and so will my homeboys. Real bad things will happen to your family if anything happens to me. You my girl and you belong to me. Don't forget it."

Her beautiful blue eyes remained locked to his.

"Now keep your legs open wide for me, or it gonna be rough again. You understand me?"

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

"You not gonna give any more sass. You mine. You my girlfriend and you gonna learn to like this and love me. Say it to me again."

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

"And you like what I'm doing to you because it feels good, doesn't it?

Christy silently nodded.

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

She obediently lay there while he grabbed her knees with his strong hands, spread her legs wide open, and resumed orally assaulting her. He went right for her clit again, keeping her at that threshold between torture and ungodly pleasure. She renewed her whimpers and her moans, fought her hips from rising. She hated him and the way her body yearned to respond to him. "Ooh, I'm your girlfriend... No, Reggie, please not there again. Oh, oh, no, that feels good. I love you. No, ooh, ooh, ah, ooh, I'm your girlfriend, please stop it. Ooh, ooh, I love you. Oh god don't..."

The oral sex lasted until Reggie fully ripened her for intercourse, her clit swollen hard from his unwanted attention. She rose on her elbows and looked down as he finally yanked her panties off.

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

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

Christy's hands grasped at his hips in desperation and tried holding him off. "No, I can't have sex again, Reggie. I'm not taking birth control. I'm married to Dave and I don't want this. I don't want you to make me pregnant." Christy didn't take birth control pills because of the side-effects and relied on Dave using condoms to avoid an untimely pregnancy. She wasn't sure exactly when her fertile period would begin.

The head of Reggie's penis slowly entered Christy's unprotected vagina anyway, despite her protests, her hands uselessly attempting to hold his hips at a distance, pushing against them, but unable to thwart his progress. Christy's eyes met his. "Please, at least use one of Dave's condoms for me this time. They're in the dresser drawer."

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Reggie steadily penetrated further. "Oh, no, baby. We haven't used rubbers before and we not starting to now. You already got me spoiled on doing this with you bareback. It more intimate. I wanna feel you and I want you to feel me, not some latex barrier separating us. You very special to me and it's better this way; it's natural and we'll enjoy it more. Don't worry. I'll pull out this time, so you won't get pregnant."

Christy remembered how she was unable to control her own body the last time they had sex, the powerful orgasms he had made her have, how his withdrawal was delayed and how his big cock overfilled her pussy with semen. His penis had continued spurting even after he pulled out, leaving messy trails of slippery spunk all over her stomach like sugary glaze drizzled on a pastry.

She didn't want to experience him this way again, so intimately, his huge penis inside her. She wanted as little contact with him as possible, yet the opposite kept occurring and she was forced to share the most personal sensations with him. Against her will she was becoming more familiar with Reggie as her sexual partner than with her own husband, and it filled her with guilt and disgrace. "Reggie, please. I'll do anything else you want. I'll jerk you off; I'll suck on your cock - just not intercourse again. Take it out now before we go too far and can't stop. I don't want a baby."

Christy thought the threat of pregnancy would stop Reggie, but in reality, it made him more excited and desirous for her. What better way was there for her and her family to pay for their privileged, white lives than for him to put a black baby in her belly? He pushed more of his thick, lengthy cock into her and watched her grimace from the invasion. "It too late for that, baby. I'm already inside you and I can't stop now. Your pussy feel too good."

Reggie's voice sounded distant to Christy. She heard his words but was no longer listening to them as her attention was focused elsewhere. She responded in unison to Reggie's thrusts. He went deeper and deeper instead of pulling out. "Ow, ah, okay, ah, ah, oh." With Dave home during the weekend, it had been two days since having Reggie inside her. Her anatomy needed to adjust once more to Reggie's exceptional size, to his thick long penis advancing and separating the walls deep inside her birth canal.

He incrementally pushed more of himself into her and caused Christy to start crying out. "Ow, please. No, not too much. Ow, wait, go slower, Reggie. Oh, no more. I'm not ready yet. Oh... it's too far... hurting. Easy. Oh, oh, you're going so deep inside me. Oh, oh, ah, okay..."

With the entirety of Reggie's long, thick negro phallus inside Christy's snug vagina, her whimpers continued for a few minutes synchronized with his thrusts. The depth he reached far exceeded what Dave could achieve.

Typical of most females, Christy's vagina was amazingly adaptable. Her discomfort diminished, and her pussy soon stretched and conformed to Reggie's absurd size again. Christy welcomed the relief as her pain subsided, not fully grasping how her anatomy was changing for him.