Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Defiled Young Housewife: EP22

She would never enjoy this with him, even if he made her act like it, she thought. But contrary to her intentions, the spells where she forgot he was raping her were becoming more frequent and lasting longer. She was unaware of her own reflexes and how her pelvis, with a mind of its own, resumed making coital motions. Instinct was an overwhelming force and it made her participate in the sex act.

The longer they fucked and the longer he made her hug and kiss him, the more natural all of it began to feel, like a role an actor plays many times over. I love you and I'm your girlfriend echoed in her mind like a mantra, their hips moving together once more with the rhythm of passionate dancing partners. Their lips remained locked and their tongues, like their sex organs, eagerly greeted each other. Reggie had regained Christy's attention and her universe once more collapsed around the magic they were making.

Christy had been virtuous and never dreamed of having a relationship outside of her marriage. But sex with Reggie, whom she had despised, began feeling normal and acceptable to her, as if she belonged with him as much as Dave. Perhaps she didn't hate Reggie. Maybe she even liked him. She was becoming comfortable having intercourse with him and Dave wanted her to be nice to him. Although she remained in denial about it, she had become accustomed to Reggie's big cock. He felt really good inside her - better than Dave. There was so much more of Reggie. Reggie's thicker and deeper penetration forced her to have a physical unity with him that she never experienced with Dave. Part of her wanted to be Reggie's girl and part of her was learning to enjoy sex with him like he had said she would.

She tried to banish her horrific thoughts, remembering it wasn't love they were making. She was married to Dave and Reggie was committing one of his heinous crimes on her. He was forcing her to do this and it was sick, wicked and wrong. How could it possibly feel good?

"I love you and I'm your girlfriend. Your cock is so deep inside me. Oh, it feels good." She couldn't stop hearing herself repeat those awful phrases he made her keep saying to him. He was a despicable drug dealer, murderer, gangster, and rapist who threatened her husband, family and those she loved. She would always hate him.

But intercourse with Reggie continued, his deep penetration along with all the kissing, the embracing. While they fucked and their bodies remained joined, emotions from a deeper, more primitive part of Christy's brain, urged her to espouse their illicit act and bond with him - to accept and trust him. They kept resurfacing, like bubbles from the bottom of a pot of water once it reaches a rolling boil.

Her sentiments began reflecting what their bodies kept doing with each other. Although Reggie had coerced her into having sex, they had engaged in it enough to begin influencing her feelings for him in irrational ways, especially when participating in carnal behavior with him. "Oh, you feel so good deep inside me, Reggie. I love you and I'm your girlfriend..."

They finished another round of French-kissing and she saw the clock on her nightstand. Dave had worked overtime, yet where did the hours go? She was hugging Reggie tightly; they were fucking zealously.

Christy had become more complaisant the longer this immoral act continued. Her prolonged victimization caused Christy to question if Reggie had actually seduced her. What he did to her felt good and made her orgasm, and this filled her with guilt and made her believe she was partially responsible for what was happening to her. "Ooh, oh, uh-huh, ooh, Reggie, we've got to stop now. Ah, oh... ooh, please. Look at the time. Dave will be home soon. Please, ooh... he'll replace out about this. I can't let him see what we've been doing."

"Show me some more love, baby. Say what I want to hear and start squeezing my cock with your pussy again. I'm close, but you gotta cum with me this one last time. Don't try faking it either, because I'll know."

How did things come to this - to where she was trying to cum for him? She didn't want to do it but couldn't risk delay and Dave coming home and seeing them together. Christy let go of the little resistance she had mustered. A telling squeal escaped from the back of her throat, her fingers digging into Reggie's muscular back, her vagina clenching his penis.

"Oh, ooh, I'm your girlfriend. Uh-huh, ah, oh, I love you. Oh, I'm cumming, Reggie. Oh, god, you're so deep inside me and feel so good. Please cum for me now, Reggie."

He felt her pussy tightly squeezing his cock in another series of orgasmic fits. There was no way she was faking this one. "Oh, yeah, baby. That what I'm talking about. Good girl. I love you and I love when you do that for me. You showing me how much you like this and expressing love for me. That the way." He drove into her harder, deeper, and she felt the familiar, powerful tension in his huge muscles, his heart thumping in his chest.

Was this the third one for him? Reggie had promised to pull out. She couldn't remember how many times he came today, but they were orgasming together now.

"Ooh, don't, oh, you're cumming in me again, Reggie. No... you promised to take it out before you came this time," she uselessly murmured.

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Once more he experienced incredible pleasure and relief as his huge, hard penis fed what his enormous balls produced in excess to her soft, wet vagina. "Ah, yeah, baby, you feel so good. I can't pull out. I'm cumming in your pussy. Oh, I love you so much."

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

He kept pumping more of his cum deep in her pussy.

Her arms loosened their embrace around his strong shoulders and her legs released his firm ass. She labored her words while catching her breath. "Ooh, oh, that's enough. Pull out now."

She was still having her own orgasm when Reggie lifted off her, withdrawing his long, thick cock from her sperm-filled cunt, their bodies at last untwining. He wasn't completely done either; she felt warm spurts from his penis landing on her stomach after he withdrew.

She knew what he wanted her to do. Her fingers wrapped around his cock and gently stroked it to help him finish. He ejaculated more than Dave - more than any normal man. His huge testicles made too much sperm and Christy thought this was probably the reason why he was so aggressive and demanded sex so frequently. He likely couldn't help himself. "Oh.. you're cumming so much this time," she absently remarked.