Chapter 3

Marcy had just had the best orgasm of her life, and it was all thanks to the generosity of Chloe, who had graciously offered her the services of her husband. Pervis was amazing. The way he had her wound up, Marcy didn’t expect to have any problems responding eagerly if her own husband asked her to have sex. She had been worried that getting her out of her panties had just been a ploy to have sex with her, but Pervis had been a perfect gentleman. She felt bad that her initial thoughts were negative when Chloe told her that she had married a black man. Chloe was an absolute angel for sharing Pervis and his amazing cock with other women. It probably helped that Pervis wasn’t actually enjoying this. Marcy knew it helped her. She felt guilty, but if Pervis had been enjoying this too, she would have been sorely tempted to get another dose of his big black cock when Chloe wasn’t around. She felt so ashamed of herself. She loved her husband, and she knew she shouldn’t be reacting this way. And her husband was only one party she was being unfair to. Chloe had been so generous; it would be wrong to get more attention from Pervis without Chloe knowing. Marcy was grateful that both Chloe and Pervis had told her how powerful BBC was, but she hadn’t really believed them. She and her marriage would have been in a world of trouble if Pervis was enjoying her pussy. She might turn into a slut for Pervis if he ever gave her any encouragement. Then she heard him say something that both terrified and thrilled her, “Your husband has only made you cum once? Your pussy is worse off than I thought. It’s going to take more than me rubbing this BBC around the outside of your vag. You need to feel this specimen of black snake deep inside you!”

“No, it’s not safe!” Marcy protested. “Chloe uses two forms of birth control and still worries about an unexpected pregnancy. I’m not using any sort of long-term protection.”

“But remember, the best protection is the black man not cumming in you. Pervis isn’t even enjoying your pussy.” Did Chloe just wink at her husband? That can’t have been what Marcy was seeing. The woman was probably just tearing up because this amazing black stud was so devoted to her that he could fuck other women without feeling any pleasure. Marcy knew she would be feeling pleasure if that long, dark tube of cock entered her body.

“It would be nice to see what that thing looks like inside me,” Marcy admitted. “You’re sure you won’t cum in me, Pervis? You’ve got me scared by telling me how potent black men are. I don’t know how I’d ever look Davis in the eye if I presented him with a mixed-race baby.”

“Don’t you worry about that; remember, I’m not enjoying this at all.”

“Well, like Chloe said, I guess it’s not cheating if you aren’t enjoying this...” Marcy gulped as she felt stretched like she never had before. She had expected Pervis to give her a bit more warning, but it felt so good that she couldn’t complain. Pervis made the exact same satisfied noise her husband did when he entered her, and that had her worried. She said something about that to Pervis and Chloe between moans about how wonderful it felt to be fucked by a BBC.

“Ugh! Don’t worry about that ... ahh,” Pervis grunted and sighed. “Remember, a black man’s cock is built for sex. I’m going to make all kinds of noises, but those are all just automatic responses to your pussy that don’t mean anything, no matter how happy or excited I sound. Oh yeah, so good! Although, I think I might know why your husband wants more sex than the average white man now.”

“Oh, you do?” Marcy was eager to hear whatever insight Pervis might have.

“You see ... Oh fuck yes! ... you have a fantastic pussy Marcy. Mind you ... love that tight cunt ... I’m not enjoying this at all. I’m mearly an ... milking my dick so good ... educated observer who has experienced a lot of different pussy helping out married women.”

“I’m so glad you explained to me that all those obscene things are just meaningless automatic responses. I’d be really worried if I didn’t know that. Do you ... ah, ah, ah ... really think ... ah, ah ... my pussy is to blame for Davis wanting to bang me every night before bed? Oh fuck, don’t answer that yet, Pervis; make me cum anain with that magnificent BBC of yours! Ah, ah, ieeeee!”

“Your wish is my command, neighbor,” Pervis told her as she was catching her breath. “Back to your previous question, I think your magnificent pussy is definitely the cause of his higher than average sex drive for a white guy.”

“If it’s my fault, I guess I can’t really complain about him wanting to have sex with me every night. You’ve helped me out so much, Pervis; I think I’ll be ready for sex with Davis when he gets in from golfing tonight. I’d love to go another round with you, but I guess I shouldn’t overtax Chloe’s generosity.”

“Oh fuck! No, fuck no! I’m so sorry, Chloe,” Pervis exclaimed.

“What is it? What’s wrong, honey?” Chloe asked.

Marcy was terrified, “You didn’t cum in me, did you?”

“No, it’s not that, but your pussy is too good, Marcy. I’m starting to enjoy it.” The man nearly pulled his cock out of her before saying, “I can’t pull out yet; need to fuck this exquisite pussy some more. I’m so sorry, Chloe.” Marcy felt sorry for Pervis; the man was clearly distraught. She felt guilty for enjoying the extended fucking she was getting. Was this her fault for saying that she would have gladly gone a second round with Pervis? How could any of them know that Pervis would find her pussy so pleasing or that she would respond so strongly to his big, black cock? She felt helpless as she fucked her hips back at Pervis for all she was worth.

“I’m sorry too, Chloe,” Marcy moaned before adding, “Oh yeah, stab that thick black cock into my pale pussy, you giant stud!”

“It’s not your fault, Marcy,” Chloe reassued her. “There’s no way for a woman to resist a BBC once it gets inside her.”