My Afro-American Neighbor (FF, MF, MM, voy, intr, reluc, oral, bd, d/s)
by Waldo Ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)
This story is fictional. It has no relationship to
anyone I know, I ever met or anyone I may hope to meet.
It came out of my own sick mind. It's pornographic and
should not be read by anyone who doesn't like this kind
of stuff. Also it should not be read if you are 18
years of age or under. It's probably not good for you
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Waldo Ataboy 5/17/2000
Afro-American Neighbor
This story is about Albert and Gloria my new colored
neighbors. But let's start at the beginning.
My name is Wilbert and I'm married to Helen. I'm an
architect, 28 years old and my wife is an attorney
three years younger than me. We've been married about
four years. We haven't had children yet because she
wanted to practice law before having kids.
Albert and Gloria were not my original neighbors.
My original neighbors were Dave and Jean. Dave was my
best friend, we grew up together, we got married about
the same time and we decided to build houses together.
We found some cheap lots in an old subdivision that no
one wanted because they were only 40 feet wide. We
bought one from its owner and the adjoining lot at a
tax sale. Being an architect I figured that the best
way to make maximum use of the lots was to build a
duplex with a common wall between the houses with
attached carports on each side. And since Dave was my
best friend there would be no problems with us being
neighbors.
Since the lots were fairly deep and we were both
swimmers, we decided to also install a swimming pool in
the back, but the pool had to be on both lots for the
size of pool we wanted. Our wives thought we were
crazy since we could never sell either unit separately.
We agreed that neither would sell alone, and shook
hands on it. It worked out great since we had our
family rooms in the back with sliding glass doors. We
spent many a weekend and night in the back with a
barbeque, swimming and relaxing. That is until my best
friend all of a sudden moved.
The company he worked for offered him a top management
job in a different state where the former senior
manager whose job he would take was killed in an auto
accident. My friend had to take his new position
without delay or they would offer the job to another.
As far as his ownership of his unit of the duplex, the
company would buy it and sell it latter in order to
encourage him to make an immediate move.
He broke his understanding with me and I was pissed but
my wife told him she understood and tried to make the
parting as pleasant as possible. I was more pissed
when Albert and Gloria moved in. They were colored.
Now I'm not really a racist. I have donated to the
Negro college fund and there are two colored
secretaries working in the architectural firm where I
work. But I don't need them as neighbors and
especially in the other half of my duplex. No way can
I get a decent price if I tried to sell now, I told my
wife.
Dave's company gave Albert a one-year lease since he
now filled the job left vacant by Dave. Gloria, his
wife, was a nurse. I would have nothing to do with
them. My wife welcomed them when they first arrived
and offered them any help they would need. I wouldn't
talk to them; I was pissed.
Naturally, after they moved in, they took a swim in my
pool. I would have gone over there and punched him out
except he was over six feet tall and built like a brick
shithouse. Even though colored he was a good-looking
guy and his wife had everything in the right places
too. My wife got into her swimsuit and joined them.
After taking a couple of laps they all went into their
unit and I didn't see my wife for more then an hour.
"What were you doing there so long?" I asked when she
came back.
"We were just socializing. They are really very nice,
you should go over there and meet them," was her
response.
"No way, I'm not having anything to do with them. They
don't belong here. Why don't they live with their own
kind?" My wife just shrugged.
**
The next day after work she went over there again and
stayed at least two hours this time.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked my wife but she
gave me the same dumb answer. The next day she was
there at least three hours, and when she got back
instead of explaining herself she said, "let's go to
bed."
In bed she was hornier then ever. She got on top and
fucked the hell out of me; she then turned over and
fell asleep without a word. I was suspicious. You
didn't have to have a load of bricks to fall on you to
know something fishy was going on over there but I got
nothing from my wife.
The next night she went swimming with them then went
into their house, after a half an hour I could take it
no longer and I decided I was going to have it out with
him even though he was bigger then me. I went over and
looked through their glass sliding door but no one was
in the family room.
The door being unlocked I went in and heard noises from
their bedroom. Peeking in, I couldn't believe my eyes;
he was standing in the corner with a big grin on his
face, a drink in his hand and watching what was going
on in the bed. There was the shocker; his wife was
sitting on the edge of the bed with my wife naked
draped over her lap being spanked.
I would have gone in there and stopped the whole thing
except I developed an instant hard on and instead
slipped in the closet by the door to watch. In the
midst of her walloping my wife, Gloria said to her
husband, "This slut's leaking like a sieve, she really
wants it, stick it to the bitch."
I could see the whole thing from the slit in the door
of the closet, and instead of my hard on going down, it
got bigger. I watched in amazement as he went over,
put his glass down on the night table beside the bed,
pulled his pants down, and out popped his cock. It was
truly prepared it for action. Now you heard the rumor
that black's cocks are bigger, well it's true, he had a
monster. He put a rubber on it, rubbed it with
Vaseline from a jar on the night table and proceeded to
press it against my wife's asshole.
"Open your backdoor, bitch, I got a present for you,"
and with that he shoved it in her ass, while he and his
wife laughed.
As he was pumping away in my wife's ass on his wife's
lap she was bucking and groaning, taking the whole
thing with cries of, "Yes, yes, yes." I couldn't take
it any longer and yanked on my cock so that I shot off
all over an orange dress hanging there. I wiped my
cock dry on the dress, and slipped out of the closet
unnoticed, out of the family room and to my own unit to
await my wife. I figured we were going to get that son
of a bitch by filing a complaint with the police for
sodomy and rape.
An hour later my wife arrives. I demanded of her,
"What's the hell is going on over there?"
She responded with a grin, "Oh nothing, we were only
socializing. I'm pooped, let's go to bed."
I didn't say anything, I don't know why, but I didn't.
In bed she was hornier then ever, got on top of me just
like before and proceeded to fuck my brains out. I
managed to hold my hard on longer than usual since I
had come earlier-which made my wife happy. When she
final came, she rolled over and went to sleep.
**
My wife went to work the next day without giving me an
opportunity to confront her about what was bothered me,
and even when she got home that night she put me off on
the matter. She insisted she was working on a brief
and assured me we would talk about it over the weekend.
On Saturday I was informed that a barbeque was planned
and I was told that I could have it out with him if I
wanted to then.
It was a scorcher and the two girls were out having a
swim. Albert was at the grill bare-chested and in
shorts cooking up a storm grilling hotdogs and
hamburgers with fresh ears of corn wrapped in aluminum
foil sizzling away. The food made me hungry
notwithstanding my anger over what he'd been doing to
my wife. OK I could satisfy my hunger and then let him
have it.
He, on the other hand was very amiable and made small
talk with me as if we were long lost friends. We all
had our fill of food and drink and the girls decided to
sunbath in the nude.
That was too much, I was shocked and also my pecker
reacted when I saw Gloria's bare ass as she lay on her
stomach with her hand underneath my wife with her
finger wandering in and out of her pussy.
My wife shuddered and groaned. Albert put his arm
around my shoulder pulled me to him and whispered to
me, "Your wife is sure a hot babe, you lucky dog."
My pecker was trying to break out of my pants. The
bastard gave me a kiss on the cheek and started to lick
my ear.
"Don't," I shouted, "I'm no faggot." But my prick
spoke otherwise.
Gloria, on seeing what had happened, jumped up and
yelled at me, "Oh no you don't, you can't make out with
my husband without first being punished after what you
did to my favorite dress." She then grabbed me as her
husband cuffed my hands behind me with handcuffs he'd
produced from where I do not know.
Surprised and not able to resist she sat down on the
nearby bench, and pulled me over her lap; pulled down
my shorts and proceeded to spank my bare ass hard. It
hurt but worse I was humiliated and aroused with my
pecker extended between her legs.
Turning to her husband she said to him, "You can have
him now. Stick it to him." Being totally under her
control, my ass smarting from her spanking, my prick
hard between her legs, my ass cheeks being spread apart
by her. I could feel Vaseline being spread on my ass
hole. Where's he get that?
"Relax white boy, it'll hurt at first but you'll like
my black cock as much as your wife does," and he
pressed his monster cock fully clothed with a rubber
against my asshole, which gave up all resistance and
let the darn thing in.
He pumped and except for the initial shock and pain, I
was excited, and groaned quietly, "Yes, yes, yes."
His wife Gloria reached down and grabbed my cock and
when he came I came on the ground too.
"I'm not through with you; you'll get my cleaning bill
and expect more spanking from me if you misbehave."
Saying this to me Gloria gathered up my wife; took her
hand and led her into their house to do what, with what
and to whom I do not know.
I was defeated, humiliated, deflated and totally under
his control as he removed all my clothes and had me
stand completely naked before him. He said, "You and
your wife are going to make good house slaves. I am
going to expect complete obedience from my servants or
you'll be punished. You're job is to satisfy us and to
keep us happy. Now I got some yard work for you to do."
With that he dragged me to the tool shed in the back,
gave me the rake and wheelbarrow and said, "Get to
work."
While, I worked he laid in a recliner drinking a beer
with a big grin on his face. What could I do? I
cleaned the backyard - naked. After about an hour of
gathering debris and empting the wheelbarrow in the
trash container, he said, "That's enough of that, you
can put the rake and wheelbarrow away; jump in the pool
to rid yourself of your sweat and get your ass over
here and give me a rubdown."
I complied-what else could I do? I was unwillingly
becoming attracted to his body.
He fell asleep from my rubdown and I silently crept
away to my own house to think.
After a while my wife returned and I said to her, "What
happened over there?"
She replied happily, "We were only socializing, Lets go
to bed." In bed she got on top of me again and fucked
me hard. After she was through she just rolled over as
was becoming the usual thing and went to sleep.
**
The next day at work, I couldn't get much done; I was
trying to figure it all out. Sure maybe I had been a
little hasty and had came to the wrong conclusion about
Albert. Why not give him another chance and maybe we
could be friends. It had been an exciting weekend, and
I wasn't unhappy with what had happened. But to be his
slave, no way, I don't go for that kind of shit. When
I go home, I am going to straighten it all out. I
thought.
My neighbors were out for the evening, so I told my
wife what I intended to do. She just grinned and said
nothing. I left a message, slipped it under their door
stating that there may have been a misunderstanding
between us that I wished to correct.
Next Saturday morning, after breakfast I told my wife I
was going to explain how we had got our signals crossed
with our neighbors-when my wife caught me by surprise.
She produced a pair of cuffs and attached them to my
hands and pulled the chain on which they were attached
around me, buckled it on me in the back. My hands were
firmly affixed to my sides so that I was held helpless.
"What's going on? Get these off immediately." I
hollered.
"It's OK. They want me to prepare you for their
guests who are coming over at noon for a barbeque," my
wife explained and she pulled my pants and shorts down
to my thighs.
"Now, wait a minute. Stop, you're my wife, why are you
doing this?" I cried, as she pulled out a strap and let
me have it. It hurt. She didn't stop. She kept
whipping me and the pain was unbearable. I was crying
in pain, hopping around, developed a raging hard on,
and begging her to stop.
Apparently the noise and commotion attracted the
attention of Gloria, because she appeared at our door,
saw my wife beating me with the strap. With a smile on
her face she said, "My, Oh My, he certainly dances
pretty. Can I help? Why don't I get the enema bag for
him?"
"Sure, and after we clean him out inside we can shave
his body to make him more attractive," my wife
answered. The two collaborated-after my whipping, to
give me three enemas, shaved all the hair from my body
from the neck down except around my cock, affixed a
cock ring to prevent a premature ejaculation, put a
collar around my neck, bound my hands to my sides and
led me next door with a leash, naked for me to meet my
fate. I was in shock.
Albert was in the pool and after doing a couple laps
emerged to meet us. Seeing me, smiling he said, "I got
your note. You were right, it was presumptuous of me
and unwarranted, so I arranged an outside service to do
the yard work, of course we will split the cost. Boy!
You look good and I would appreciate a blow job before
I get the barbeque going."
He dropped his trunks exposing his monster black cock.
Gloria, with one hand whacked me on the can with the
strap she was carrying and with the other pulled on the
leash causing me to kneel before him making eye contact
with his cock-head. He pressed it to my lips and said,
"Suck."
It entered. I sucked. He thrust it all the way down
my throat using my ears to get leverage, withdrew it
almost all the way out then down it went again. I did
the best I could and not choke. And he was enjoying it
and picked up the pace. How I took it all the way down
considering its size was a wonder to behold.
He said, "Ahhh, I'm coming," and unloaded his seed in
my mouth. I swallowed it all. Then he said with pride,
"Good boy. You're mine all mine."
It was true I became his possession.
Albert, being through with me, looked up and said, "My
guests are arriving. Come let me introduce you to
them." Two black couples, entering the backyard,
spotted us and walked over. I stood there naked, with
a cock ring holding my cock rigid and engorged, with my
hands held by cuffs to my sides, helpless, embarrassed,
and wordless. Albert introduced me to his younger
brother Fred, Art his friend and their girl friends.
Being in this condition I could say nothing and was
compliant.
"I'm glad to meet you," his brother said, and put his
hand out to shake, realized I could not reciprocate, he
pulled it back. "Al tells me that you're an architect,
that's quite an erection you've got there," and he
chuckled at his little joke. I could have crawled in a
hole; mortified and ashamed, I was totally at their
mercy.
"Why don't we let Willy here entertain you while I
start the fire for the barbecue and get the food
ready," Albert said as he walked away to light the
coals and put the food on the grill.
"Have you got what it takes to satisfy a couple of
horny black men?" asked Fred as he pulled me over,
rubbing my ass. No, he wouldn't; did he really
contemplate sodomizing me? Maybe I can reason with
them.
"I'm not a faggot, please don't," I pleaded as he
turned me around and forced me to bend over for his
friend. Art forced some oily substance in my asshole.
I heard the zipper of his fly and felt his cock push
its way in. "No, no, no," I moaned as it penetrated in
pain. As it went all the way in and filled me up, I
could feel his balls strike mine. As he pumped me the
pain subsided and I felt a pleasant sensation as it
rubbed my prostate. My god, it felt good as he came,
pulled out, threw the rubber in the bushes, gave me a
slap on the ass, and said, "Good boy, I like fucking
white boys."
Fred decided he wanted to do me like his brother had,
forced me on my knees again, and I could see his cock
was big, maybe even bigger then Albert's. "Al says
you're an accomplished cocksucker; let's see if you can
do it as good as Joe, the teacher's assistant at
school. He's white, and you white guys seem to have a
knack for this," he said as he pushed it all the way
down my throat. He pumped me in and out and when he
came I drained him in my mouth.
He never did tell me who was better at it, Joe or me.
The girls were jealous and complained that I was only
servicing the guys. They demanded my attention and I
was forced to use my educated tongue on each of their
pussies including my own wife to demonstrate that I did
not favor either gender.
Having rendered service to the guests my wife had pity
on me. She removed the cock ring, put two fingers up my
ass, and grabbed my cock with her free hand; I pumped
and released my pent up passion shooting into the
ground.
Just in time, as Albert called everyone to eat; the
food was great and we had our fill. We socialized, and
drank beer until the end of day. With good wishes we
parted. I made a lot of good friends this day.
Unfortunately Albert's tenancy as our neighbor ended
too soon. His company needed him to fill another
position in another city and regretfully he and his
wife moved. His unit became vacant again.
A real estate agent for the company who now owned the
unit next door visited us. They made a very generous
offer to purchase our unit. I was willing to accept it
but my wife told them to go shove it. They were taken
by a back and pointed out that we would never be able
to sell at a decent price with the large pool on both
lots. But my wife told them to get lost.
Puzzled, when they had left, I told my wife that they
were right. "We're stuck with this loser." I said.
She said we would see.
A week later they were back and asked how much she
wanted and she gave them a ridiculous price. I pulled
her aside and wanted to know if she had lost all her
marbles. After making a couple of calls, they accepted
my wife's ridiculous price.
After they left, I asked my wife how she knew they'd
pay her price. She told me she saw the bank appraisers
looking over the property and the surveyor making a
survey. She also knew that if we couldn't sell one unit
without the other -- neither could they. "They had a
buyer and couldn't sell the property without buying us
out."
**
With the proceeds from the sale of our unit we bought
and moved out to a better house in an all white
neighborhood. Thinking back, however, I always had a
good feeling knowing that I'd done my part in
establishing better race relations.
That's all.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations.
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