Amy looked out the window and watched the countryside speed by. She glanced over at her husband in the driver's seat, but he seemed oblivious to her agitation. Every mile closer they got to the campground was a mile farther away from the black cock she was craving.
It had been almost 18 hours since she'd had Treyvon's dick inside her. That was the longest time she'd gone without fucking him since she had first given in and gone to his apartment. The past week had conditioned her body to need the black man's dick all the time, and she was feeling a bit stir-crazy without it.
Her mind wandered back to the previous afternoon when she had last seen him. They had fucked in the back room of the coffee shop where she worked, along with her boss Janice and another black man. Amy's pussy throbbed at the memory of Treyvon's cock pumping her full of seed. As much as she wanted to feel that again, she was also slightly relieved to be away from him for a few days. Treyvon seemed determined to keep dumping cum into her womb until he got her pregnant. The thought of carrying a black man's baby was a huge turn-on in fantasy form, but in reality it would probably destroy her marriage and her family life. She wasn't capable of telling Treyvon no when his dick was in her, though, so she was secretly glad for this little break during her most dangerously fertile days.
She thought of Mara, and the conversation they had shared after the girl had watched Amy make out with her black boyfriend. The younger girl was a college student, and worked the most hours at the coffee shop after Janice and Amy. It was only a matter of time before she caught on to what her coworkers were doing, since Amy knew that wasn't the last time they would be spending hours in the back room with multiple black men. She had decided it would be better to seduce Mara into their lifestyle than to risk her telling people on her own.
"What are you doing?" Mara asked as Amy approached her after kissing Treyvon goodbye. "What about your husband?"
"It's okay," she replied with a wink. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, did you see that bulge in his pants?"
Mara rolled her eyes. "You mean the socks he stuffed into his pants? I'm not impressed."
"What are you talking about?" Amy said.
"Kenny says that black guys always stuff their underpants with socks to make it look like they have a big penis," she said. "He says that rap music makes them think all black guys should have a big penis, even though really every man has the same size."
Kenny was Mara's boyfriend. Amy had met him before. He seemed like the typical ex-high school jock, trying to cling to his glory when in reality nobody cared about anything he had done before graduation. He must have been telling Mara stories to cover his own insecurities.
"Oh, honey," Amy said. "What size did he tell you they all were?"
"Five inches," she said. "That's how big he is, so I know it's true."
"You've never seen a picture of a dick on the internet or anything?" Amy asked, incredulous at how naive the girl was.
"No. Besides, Kenny says that all those pictures on the internet are fake. That's why he doesn't watch porn." Mara said.
Amy shook her head and pulled up a picture on her phone of herself with Treyvon's dick next to her face. Holding it out for Mara to see, she said, "That's the biggest 5 inches I've ever seen."
Mara took the phone from her and stared at the picture. "There's no way. That has to be fake," she said.
"Oh, it's real, believe me," said Amy. "I just felt every inch of it. Scroll through, there's more."
Mara flipped through the pictures on Amy's phone. One by one, she saw the photos Treyvon had taken a few days before. Amy on her knees, sucking his cock. Amy from behind, his black dick in her pussy. She stared at the images with her mouth agape.
"Do you believe me now," Amy asked.
"I... I don't know what to think. If these are real that means Kenny has been lying to me. Why would be lie?" Mara said.
"Because he's embarrassed about his small penis, and he didn't want you to know. If you think sex feels good with his little 5-incher, you have no idea what you are missing out on," Amy replied.
"Is it really that much different?" the younger girl asked.
"This past week with Treyvon has been mind blowing. His cock reaches places inside me that I had no idea existed. And it feels sooo good when he stretches my pussy out," Amy said.
She could see Mara's nipples beginning to poke through her shirt. Her words were having the intended effect. The seed had been planted in Mara's mind. Now she just needed to let it take root.
"I can tell you like these pictures. Why don't I send them to you so you can enjoy them in private," Amy said, taking her phone back and texting the pictures to Mara.
"No, I can't..." she started, but Amy cut her off.
"Of course you can. Kenny has been hiding what real sex can be from you. You need to explore what you've been denied. Here, let me send you the name of a website that did wonders for me. Just search for 'Jackson Hammer' and get ready to be amazed," she had said.
Mara had seemed overwhelmed, but Amy was confident that the younger girl would take her advice. She hoped Mara would start masturbating to Jackson's monster cock over the weekend. She made up her mind to call her on Sunday to make sure.
The car pulled into the parking lot of the campground, snapping Amy out of her daydreaming. They stopped next to their assigned site, and she and Trent unloaded the minivan while the kids ran off to the playground. Her husband began to set up the tent they would share, while she worked on a separate one for the kids.
Soon Amy had the tent up and went back to the van to grab their backpacks and sleeping bags. She crawled inside the tent and unrolled the bags for the kids. When she stepped back outside she saw her husband talking with someone near their tent.
"Honey, come meet our neighbor," he said, stepping aside to reveal who he'd been talking to. Amy's heart skipped a beat. There stood Treyvon. It took every ounce of her self-control to prevent herself from running into the black man's arms. What was he doing here?
"Hi, Amy," he said, his tone betraying nothing. "Fancy seeing you here."
Trent looked between the two of them. "You two know each other?" he asked.
"Treyvon is a regular at the coffee shop," Amy said, frowning at the black man.
"Yeah, I work nearby, so I'm there all the time. Especially this past week. I've been 'in there' every day," Treyvon said, staring into Amy's eyes as he put special emphasis on 'in there'.
"Wow, small world," said Trent, completely missing the double entendre. "Well, it was nice meeting you, but we should get back to setting up."
"Here, let me help you," Treyvon said. "I've been here a couple hours so I'm already settled."
"Hey, thanks," Trent said, before Amy could get a word in. "We appreciate it. I'm gonna go to the front and pick up some firewood." A minute later, he was out of sight.
"What are you doing here?" Amy asked when she was sure her husband was out of earshot. She picked up their bags and carried them to her tent. Treyvon followed her inside.
"I didn't want to break our streak," he said in a low voice. "I've filled that pussy every day for the last 5 days now. I wasn't about to let a little family camping trip get in our way." He pulled his shorts down a little, exposing the base of his cock.
"Stop!" Amy hissed. "We can't do that here! My husband will be back any minute."
"The front office is a ten minute walk from here. We have almost twenty minutes. The more you argue, the less time we have," Treyvon said. He grabbed one of her tits and squeezed.
What little fight Amy was able to muster went out of her when his hand touched her breast. She was overcome with lust at seeing him here, while she was with her husband. She fell forward onto her hands and knees and pulled her yoga pants down. She positioned herself with her head near the tent's zipper, so she could at least see anyone approach. "Alright, but we have to hurry," she said.
Treyvon didn't need to be told twice. A moment later Amy felt his fat black cock parting her pussy lips and sliding into her. She let out a low moan as her married pussy was penetrated yet again by a black man that was not her husband. She could feel his balls slapping against her mound as he thrust into her from behind.
They only been fucking for maybe five minutes when Amy felt her orgasm approaching. She was about to give in to the pleasure when suddenly she heard a noise coming from outside. She looked through the slit in the tent and saw a golf cart driving up towards their campsite. Trent must have gotten a ride back from one of his friends.
Amy pulled away from Treyvon's cock in a panic. She pulled up her pants and whispered, "My husband is back. I will go out and distract him. You get out while his back is turned."
Without waiting for a response, Amy crawled out of the tent. As she stood she realized her pussy was soaking through the crotch of her yoga pants. She hoped the black fabric wouldn't show the wet spot. As she reached her husband, she made a show of pointing up into the trees and asking him what kind of hawk it was she saw. As he looked for the nonexistent bird, Amy glanced back and saw Treyvon exit her tent and walk towards them.
"Oh well, it must have flown away," she said. "Did you get the firewood?"
"Yeah, we should be all set for tonight. I picked up some beer for myself, and some margaritas for you," he said.
They finished setting up the campsite. Now that her panic at being caught had faded, Amy felt annoyed at her husband for interrupting her orgasm. She kept stealing glances at Treyvon as he helped them unload the minivan. She could see the outline of his still-hard cock straining against his shorts. Apparently he wasn't happy about being interrupted, either.
