Chapter 1 - The Professor


Faith kept moving this way and that and checking herself in the mirror. A lot of preparation just to go to the gym, thought Warrick. As always, she had pulled on a pair of spandex pants whose skin tight fabric glued to her bubble butt like paint. Though Faith was a handful of a person that barely passed 5’3” and weighed under 100 pounds, she exercised so much and so often that her lower body certainly counted as slim thick.

“What are you looking at, champ?” she asked, flashing him a smile through the mirror as she weaved through her lush dark hair. 

“Just at how hot you are.” 

Faith giggled darkly. “You know it. I wish the guys at the gym didn’t agree with you.” 

Ordinarily, no wife would’ve said that to her husband. But they had been together for so long and seen so much, that there was no doubt in Warrick’s mind that Faith would never entertain such advances, let alone cheat on him with others. There were plenty of jocks she could’ve done that with when they were in high school, but she stayed loving and loyal, and even took the blow to attend a low-status college given her grades just so they could be together. 

I don’t have any right to complain. If anything, he worried she might one day leave him simply because she was so much better. Smarter, more sociable, more athletic - the only real reason that they were together at all, to his mind, was that they simply grew up to be close since they were childhood friends, a bond that hadn’t been broken by anything. 

Yet. 

Faith tugged her pants up one more time, then slung the gym bag over her shoulder. “You going to class, honey?” 

“Uh, yeah… Soon.” 

She came over and gave him a long and deep kiss, then grinned and patted him on the head like a puppy. “Be good. I’ll see you at lunch!” 

As always before starting his day for good, Warrick sat down at the laptop to rub one out. Faith believed that having sex in the morning robbed her of her mojo, but she took plenty of pictures of herself so he could keep busy while she was gone. She really is so thoughtful. 

This time, though, the screen lit up as soon as he touched the mouse. Faith must’ve used it not so long ago and forgot to put it to sleep. Her recent Chrome session was still active. 

Warrick hovered the cursor for a long time over the icon before deciding to click it. After all, was it his place to get into her business? At the same time, could one really call it her business when they were married? And when she had done so little to try and hide whatever it was she was doing, assuming it was secretive? 

This is just normal, he told himself. 

Finally, he decided to just do it. Once he did, he simply stared at the screen in total puzzlement.



White teen can’t stop coming from his BBC

That was the title of the video. At first Warrick wondered if it might’ve been some sort of accident, but the entire history was full of interracial videos, specifically of petite girls like his Faith getting rammed by huge old bulls with cocks at least twice his size, though probably even more in girth.

Faith wants… this? A feeling of insecurity went over him that he had never felt before in his life. Most things he could hope to improve - be less lazy, earn more, try harder to be romantic… But how could he possibly compete with these black guys in raw strength and cock size? 

I guess I’m just not man enough for her. 

He pressed the laptop lid down and sighed. What am I supposed to do now? Even confronting her about it seemed wrong. What if she would get angry that he looked? Worse, what if she planned to leave him but couldn’t figure out how to say it, but would feel relieved that he found out about it this way and would leave immediately? 

Though… maybe there was another way. If she wants this, she can have it. There was no reason she couldn’t be with him and get fucked by black guys. If that was the cost of keeping his wife, he was more than willing to pay it. After all, if he put aside his jealousy, it would be crazy to see how she would react when getting dominated by a guy of that size. 

He skipped class and waited for his wife to get home, nervously practicing in front of the mirror what he would say. “I just want you to be happy… I’ll do anything... Please, Faith.” 

When she finally arrived and found him home, she smiled and wrapped her arms around him in a legitimately excited hug. That was good. At least she was happy to see him.

“Why’d you stay home, honey?” she asked. “You feeling alright?” 

Warrick scratched the inside of his ear with his thumb anxiously. “Y-Y-Yeah. I mean, I just wanted to talk to you I guess.” 

Her face darkened with worry. “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing! It’s just, uh… How do I put this… You ever feel like you wish you could tell someone what you wanted but you were just too afraid to do it so you kept it all to yourself, but then you found out they would’ve been fine with it all along?” 

“I can’t say I see where you’re going with this…” 

“I found your laptop. I mean, what you were looking at on the laptop. And it’s okay.” 

Faith stayed quiet. She dropped her gym back, then went over and sat by the table, looking anywhere but at him. Oh, shit. Wrong move. 

“Honey, I’m sorry if--” 

She raised a hand to ward him off. “Just give a moment, darling.” She took a deep breath then found his eyes. “I know what you saw, but I never meant to keep it a secret from you. It just… I kept saying I’d bring it up with you and never got to it.” 

“It’s totally okay. I don’t mind it at all. I hope you know that if you ever wanted to do that, I’d fully support you.” 

Faith blushed shyly and averted her eyes. “You’re sweet. I knew you wouldn’t mind. But would you really want me to do it? I mean… I’m okay with keeping it as a fantasy.” 

“I would love to see you getting pleasured that way.” 

“But aren’t you worried? I mean, you’ve never even put my finger up your ass.” 

“You-- what?” 

After a brief period of confusion, Faith painted a larger picture of what she wanted. Not only did she want him to support her as a BBC broke her in, but she very much wanted to see him get fucked as well. To experience it together, as she put it. 

Though Warrick couldn’t possibly agree to that on the spot, he promised to consider it. Either way, the matter was settled: he would have to find them a black bull that suited all their particular needs. Faith wanted one that was African so the American historic baggage wouldn’t enter into the affair. And Warrick himself wanted someone a lot older but still in shape - he couldn’t think of letting some random college kid having a go at his wife. An experienced bull was required.

After a few days of searching, he found just the right guy for the job. A Nigerian that worked in America, as a college professor no less. Talk about hitting the jackpot. His profile was full of glowing recommendations from other white young couples, as well as single girls that couldn’t stop praising his “beautiful big black cock.” He was 6’2”, weighed nearly 300 pounds, with arms and legs as thick as tree trunks. As for his cock… the thing dangled between his legs like an elephant’s trump. 

He’s going to rip Faith apart, he thought, and got harder than he expected at the idea. 

When his wife got home and took a good long look at him, she blushed and licked her lips, her eyes seemingly mesmerized by him. “He’s the one, baby. Get him. No matter what.” 

The Professor, as Warrick decided to call him, turned out to be even nicer than what the recommendations said. He said he couldn’t fly over to their place, but that they would be more than welcome to stay over at his place. 

“Do we go?” 

“Are you kidding?” asked Faith. “Yes, we go. As soon as possible, we go.” 

Arrangements were soon made, though the Professor asked to speak to Faith if possible, and get more friendly with her before they arrived. “To keep it from being awkward,” he explained. Warrick thought it was a fine idea, and Faith seemed particularly enthused to speak to their bull. 

The first time the two called, Faith smiled non-stop. She complimented the professor on his physique and especially his BBC. “I honestly can’t believe how big you are. I hope you haven’t lost any of your young age virility,” she teased, “my husband and I want you to ruin me.” 

Warrick wasn’t sure he had ever said, though seeing her get so excited at the idea made him a believer. So long as she’s happy and I get to keep her, he thought. That was all that mattered.

After a few chats, Faith dressed up for the Professor and even sent him a couple of pictures. That was fine with Warrick, but his jealousy started kicking in once he could see her touch herself while they were calling, or even going into the bathroom to have more private talks.

“Don’t worry,” she comforted him. “It’s a surprise for you. I think you’ll enjoy it a lot.” 

What else could he say? 

The day of the flight they both geared up in preparation and set out feeling a little nervous. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” whispered Faith as they waited in line at the airport. “Honey, I’m so fucking wet. I can’t wait to feel his cock inside of me.” 

Their bull said that he would be sending someone to meet them at the airport. That someone turned out to be a black girl that couldn’t have been older than twenty. She stood there wearing a skintight pair of jeans and a crop top, holding a sign, her thick slim body getting stares from all over. 

“Is that his daughter?” asked Faith.

“I hope not.” The idea that he would send his daughter to meet them given the circumstances would make him a lot weirder than previously imagined. 

Thankfully, the situation was clarified as they made their way towards the car. The girl laughed and laughed. “His daughter? Of course not! I’m his wife, you silly people. And don’t worry, I know about your little arrangement.” She gave a wink to Faith who laughed in response. 

Warrick didn’t get it. Not that it mattered, he was still stuck in thinking that this guy they were going to was married to a girl that must’ve been forty years younger than him. Then again, wasn’t Faith also incredibly young? Weren’t those girls he fucked in all the pictures on his profile? I guess he likes them young, concluded Warrick, feeling slightly jealous. His gorgeous wife wasn’t exactly that much older. 

 Nora parked by the building and gave them the key to go up. “He won’t be home until later tonight,” she explained. “Make yourselves comfy.” 

Warrick and Faith went upstairs as instructed. The apartment was nothing fancy, but airy and spacious. On the table Faith found a letter directed to her. She read it, smiled, then threw it away. “Come on,” she told him, “let’s get ready.” 

What exactly am I supposed to do? he wondered. He ended up getting in bed and watching his young wife get ready. Get ready to be fucked by a black man.

Faith took a long shower, then came out smiling and whistling. She sat at the edge of the bed and put all sorts of creams and lotions all over her body, making her pale skin silky smooth for the Professor. As she slipped into her newly-purchased lingerie, she asked, “Are you ready to watch me get fucked?” 

Was he ever. As dirty as this whole thing was Warrick hadn’t been this aroused in a long time. Seeing Faith put so much effort into looking good for another man that was about to use her right in front of him was oddly powerful both emotionally and sexually.

Later, they could hear the front door open and heard the other two come inside. Warrick went out to greet them while Faith stayed behind. The Professor smiled upon seeing him and shook his hand thoroughly. “It’s good to meet you, my boy,” he said. “Where’s the lovely young lady?” 

“She’s in the bedroom.” 

“Can we go to her now?” 

Warrick swallowed. Damn, he’s pushy. “Sure thing. What about your… wife?”

“She’s going to get changed. She’ll join us later. Beautiful, isn’t she?” 

He found it hard to disagree. He hadn’t thought much about black girls before, but it was hard to deny that Nora was about as gorgeous as Faith, though in a different way. Faith was like a pale angel that needed to be used, while Nora’s taut and strong body exuded the sexual appeal of a powerhouse. He wondered what it’d be like to fuck someone like that. No doubt the Professor knew all about it. 

Warrick could see why Nora was with him, and why even Faith was so desperate to get fucked by him. He was big and tall, with no particular trait seeming to overwhelm the others. If Warrick had to put it some way, all he could say was that he felt like a real man. 

Faith blushed as soon as the Professor stepped into the room. The two approached each other as they made eye contact, with Faith being unable to break her gaze from the strong black bull before her. “You’re bigger than I thought,” she told him with a confident smirk.

The Professor towered over her, caressing her head as if she were a pet. “And you’re much smaller and slimmer than I thought.” 

“I like that. I want you to break me apart.”

He laughed. “Are you going to talk that way in front of your husband?”

Faith found Warrick’s eyes. “He knows I’ve wanted a black cock for some time now. He doesn’t mind. Do you, sweetheart?”

“N-N-No,” said Warrick. This whole situation made his head spin. He needed to sit down. 

The Professor’s dark fingers ran all over Faith’s little pale body as she explored his in turn. Her small hands went over his barrel chest and belly, then came down to feel his cock through his pants. She bit her lip and giggled happily. 

Warrick watched as the bull sat down on the bed and pulled Faith in his lap, the two beginning to engage in long and deep kisses. He squeezed and smacked Faith’s ass as his tongue explored her mouth, while she wrapped her thighs around him and attempted to grind against his cock. 

“Let me see that beautiful cock,” she whispered to him, but Warrick overheard it. 

Faith dropped on her knees before the Professor as he unbuckled his pants and took out his cock. He drew out his massive cock and simply let it gravity take hold of it as he dropped it and let it swing between his legs. 

Warrick couldn’t believe how big the thing was. Sure, he had seen it in pictures, but that only made him feel slightly jealous and amazed that anyone could have a dick that long and girthy. But to be presented with it in real life where it hung only a few centimeters away from his wife’s face was another thing entirely. He shifted uncomfortably from the side of the bed, wondering if Faith would even be able to take it. 

His wife, though, only stared at it in total stupefaction. Though she had been dreaming of his cock the whole time before coming here and been intimately familiar with pictures of it, her body had an exhilarating physical reaction from being this close by. 

“Well?” asked the Professor. “What are you waiting for, darling?” 

Faith gave him a long look and took his cock in her hands. It seemed to look even bigger in her tiny grip, just a veiny black monster that she could barely cover half of with both her hands, getting bigger by the second. But her lips got closer and closer until they planted themselves on the head of his cock and began to kiss it in earnest. 

Warrick hadn’t seen her wife show so much affection for anything or anyone except for himself. It was a strange to see his woman go so crazy after another guy’s cock, caressing it and kissing it lovingly as if it were his face. 

The Professor took a deep breath and lay back pleasure, looking down as the little snowbunny did all the work for him. Her soft pink tongue rolled up and down his cock, coating it in warm spit, then swirling around the tip as she kissed it anew, then travelled all the way down to his nutsack. The huge balls full of seed swung between his massive as Faith slowly took one in her mouth in turns, moaning as she sucked on them with worship and searched for the eyes of her new BBC Daddy.

“You love that, huh?” asked the bull. She nodded. Then his eyes sought Warrick again. “Your wife has a real knack for this. You sure this is her first time?”

“Yes,” he stuttered. “I’m sure.” 

“Poor thing can’t fit more than one ball in her mouth at a time. Maybe you’d like to join her and help.” 

Warrick couldn’t think of what to say. A part of him thought that magnificent cock certainly deserved everything he could offer, but the idea of kneeling in front of another man and doing that… That is super gay, he thought firmly. And Faith was there too. What would he say to his wife after something like that? 

Nora came in right as he prepared an answer for the Professor. The silken robe draped over her hard body loosely, shining as she sashayed her way towards Warrick. Without anyone saying a word, she sat right down in his lap and crossed her legs, her firm ass pressing against his already hardened cock.

“You’re slow today,” she told her husband.  

The Professor glanced down at Faith who still stroked his dick as she slurped her own spit from his spit-dripping balls. “Not at all. She’s just really good at it.” Faith smiled at the comment and buried her face into them, massaging his cock with her hands as it rested on her face and tracing her tongue between his asshole and his balls. “Oh, fuck…” He groaned and laughed. “I think you’re about ready to get fucked, missy.” 

He picked Faith up and threw her over his shoulder for a playful spin, then dropped her into the huge bed. She came face-down into the sheeting and giggled, raising her ass instinctively as she got ready to take his amazing cock inside her heated pussy. 

Warrick’s own dick twitched in preparation. Nora shifted on top of it, making it that much worse, and gave him a teasing wink as her husband climbed on top of his wife.

“Look at this little white ass,” said the Professor. Faith swayed it before him obediently, clearly desperate for nothing more than his attention and appreciation. His black fingers grabbed the young white meat and made it yield to his touch, stretching it wide to get a view of her pink and rosey asshole flexing and her wet little pussy. “Damn, that looks great.” 

He angled his dick against Faith’s pussy and began to slide it in. She first looked back in anticipation and gritted her teeth as he pushed the girthy head inside. She cried as his cock made its way in, burying her face back into the bed, her fingers white from how hard she clutched at the sheets. The bull smacked her ass hard. “That’s right, don’t fight it. Just let me push this cock inside.” 

“She’s doing pretty well,” Nora whispered to Warrick.

“Yeah… I guess she’s wanted this for a long time.” 

 The professor slammed the whole length into her and held Faith down by the shoulders as she looked up in fright. He whispered something into her ear and braced himself on his elbows, then started moving his shaft in and out at an even speed. She shifted her position again and again, trembling a little, trying to find the best way to deal with his cock. Faith could feel it stretching out the tight walls of her pussy more than she thought possible, caressing them with with bulbous head and thickly-veined shaft. 

“Fuck…” whispered Faith, her eyes finally rolling in pleasure. 

Sweat dripped from the bull’s tense face. “You like that?” 

“I love it.”  

He came down to her side and pulled her up and held her against his chest, whispering into her ear and kissing her neck as his big black cock began to move in and out of her with ease, dripping with her juices, her legs quivering in response. The harder he fucked her, the more she pushed back, and the tighter he held her. Her entire body spasmed in response to his thorough fucking while her eyes rolled white and her mouth opened to moan non stop and search for his mouth to kiss. 

“I bet you would love that,” Nora said to Warrick.

He did. He made love to her plenty, but he could not remember the last time his wife was that intense with him. Now, however, feeling Nora’s soft black ass against his cock, he couldn’t help but wondering what his prospects at satisfying her perfect brown body might be. Could he even compete with a guy like the Professor? I’ve got my ways, he thought optimistically. 

He watched as the bull made Faith come. She screamed and held onto him for dear life, her lower body practically vibrating as her pussy exploded in pleasure. Instead of slowing down, he only pistoned in and out of her that much faster, his wet balls slamming audibly into her sensitive pussy. 

The Professor slowly repositioned himself until he hovered on top of her and Faith lay on her back. He pushed his BBC into her anew, as deep as he could. Faith pushed against his chest but he grabbed her wrists and spread them to the side, pressing down on top of her, kissing her deeply as he violated her at the height of her sensitivity and vulnerability. 

Faith relented and wrapped her arms around his thick neck, then brought her legs together and hooked them around his huge upper body. The Professor caught her in a proper mating press and fucked her as hard as he could, muffling her screams with their wet kisses, keeping her violently shaking body under perfect control with his strength and weight. 

When he finally pulled out and laughed, Faith was left on the bed laughing as well, but her body was totally out of control. Tense muscles flexed without her permission, bullets of sweat constantly dripping down her face as she rode the intense waves of the incredible orgasms he built into her with repetition. 

The Professor came and kissed his wife, then looked at Warrick. “How’d you like that?” 

“Great,” he said with a smile. A little too great. 

“Don’t you think it’s your turn now?” 

His turn? To fuck Faith? He couldn’t have meant, Nora, could he? “What do you mean?” 

Faith giggled mischievously and turned to look at her husband. “Baby… Come on. You know it’s your turn now. You have to get fucked with me.” 

Warrick felt dizzy. “I mean… I’m not sure I can. I… “

Before he could say another word Nora and the Professor both picked him up and lead him towards the bed. They stripped him first, then made him crawl up next to Faith. His wife gave him kisses of encouragement and wrapped her arms around him protectively. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s going to feel great, I promise. And I’m here with you.” 

Warrick couldn’t tell if it was him shaking or if it was still her orgasms. He could feel his ass tensing up at the thought of anything going into it. But how could he deny this to her? If this is what it takes to make her happy… 

The bull climbed into bed and slapped his ass the same way he had done with Faith’s, this time spitting down on it and using his fingers to lube up Warrick’s asshole. He pushed his thumb inside and laughed as Warrick jumped, then held onto his asscheek and went on fingering his butthole as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“God, that must feel good,” said Faith, biting her lip. “You need to take my ass, too.” 

“You bet,” said the black stud. 

Warrick’s mind was at odds. A part of him thought it was demeaning, way too gay, and absolutely humiliating with his wife watching. But the other part of him somewhat enjoyed the feeling of his ass getting probed by another man, especially as with the knowledge that his wife planned it all for him and enjoyed it just as much. 

He buried his head into Faith’s small breasts and let his lips pass over her nipples, spreading his legs in response to the Professor’s relentless fingering. It didn’t take long until he could feel that fat head of his black cock massaging and tickling his butthole, trying to make its way inside. 

“Alright, here we go. Get ready, Warrick.” 

I’m very ready, he thought. He did his best not to make a sound as the black monster penetrated into him, his ass burning as first response to this unprovoked rape of its original dimensions. But it relaxed surprisingly fast, and both the Professor and Faith eased him through it. Only Nora glanced at him with crossed arms and a smirk. 

Warrick closed his eyes as he got fucked, feeling his own diamond-hard cock grinding against Faith’s thighs as he got destroyed by the Professor. “Fuck,” he moaned. “It’s so big.” 

“I know right?” said Faith. She stroked his hair. “Just take it for me, baby.” 

And he did. The bull fucked him properly, using his stretched asshole just as if it were another tight little white pussy. As Warrick felt was a fuzzy warmth spreading seemingly from his ass all the way down to his cock until he came, spilling all over Faith’s pussy. She tapped his head excitedly. “You did great! I’m so proud of you!” 

Once the Professor pulled out Warrick could feel his empty and sore asshole. But as he got up to relax, the two pushed him back in bed. “That’s not the end,” they said. Nora grinned from where she stood. The robe dropped from her shoulders and revealed her incredible body, her smooth brown skin glimmering in the low light, from her wide hips to her abs. 

She crawled towards him and began to kiss his body, making her way down to his softening dick. Within moments she sucked all the cum out and began to make it hard again, grinning at him every so often as she massaged his balls and let her hot drool come down from her sensual tongue as she made an ahegao for him. “You like that huh? Well, I love your white cock…” 

“She’s always had a thing for you white boys,” said the Professor, himself climbing back on top of Faith. “I hope you enjoy. Your wife wanted you to get something special.” 

Faith grinned. “That’s right, honey. How’s your surprise? You like it?” 

What else could Warrick even say? He only laughed in the throes of unrestrained pleasure as Nora had her way with him, at the same time having the privilege to watch as their magnificent black bull forced his huge cock right into his wife’s pink little asshole. 

Life is good, he thought. Nora climbed on top of him and put his now-hard cock inside her tight, tight pussy, and started to ride him ruthlessly, using him as if he were nothing more than an unbreakable white dildo while she grind into herself like an Amazonian queen. Within seconds, he was about come again, tracing his fingers down her abs. 

“Fuck, I love you,” Warrick told her, in awe of her power and cock-riding skills.

“Ahhh!” Faith moaned. “You can’t-- Ahhh! Say that!” 

They all laughed but the fucking didn’t stop. Each couple went at it without break, switching to a dozen other positions, trying to show off in front of the other. The Professor kissed his wife inbetween it all, and Warrick held Faith’s hand as she accepted the tearing apart of her little white body by that monstrous BBC. Nora found it all hilarious and beyond exciting, and her own desire to get pleasured seemed to rise with Warrick’s own demand to touch and feel her body, seeming to get her pleasure more from his total worship of her than any physical pleasure. He let her drain his cock and take every drop of his seed into her womb, while Faith had been bred like an animal by the Professor, twisted into every position and broken down into a sloppy mess that moaned and shook from endless orgasms. 

Warrick couldn’t be happier that he confronted Faith about the whole thing that day. Now… he thought, enjoying the heat of all the bodies surrounding him, we never have to stop…


