Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2023 11:22:42 -0500
From: StoryTeller <storytellerguy2020@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 10 - My Black DILF Neighbor

                    Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor

Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial

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Chapter 10

I didn't know how long I had been sleeping in his bed, completely naked
(except for my mini string jockstrap) in a buzzed state spooning with
him, his body and arms wrapped around me from behind. My trance was
broken with the pitter-patter of the shower. I felt strangely cold. I
pulled the navy blue silk sheet over my body up to my neck and pretended
to sleep, wondering what I should do next. A sense of embarrassment
dawned on me after what we had done just a while ago.

A few minutes later, I heard his footsteps entering the room. I partially
opened my eyes and saw him in the reflection of the mirror move
completely naked towards the closet, with a big smile on his face saying
"I just fucked the cum out of this white boy." The smell of his
freshly-showered, freshly-cologne-ed body hit my nostrils. Next, I saw
him enter the closet, so proudly flaunting his big tool hanging between
his legs, his olive-caramel body shining in the dim bedroom lights, his
hard abs, pecs and biceps mesmerizing my senses.

Next, I saw him putting on his clothes in the closet, first his briefs,
his shorts followed by a white Polo.

As he came out of the closet, I closed my eyes, unable to comprehend how
to proceed next. He sat by my side on the bed and whispered, "I will be
back in an hour. Don't leave. There are cookies and drinks on the table,
eat them." I just nodded with my eyes still closed, suddenly even more
embarrassed about the situation. Seconds later I heard the front door
closed and he was gone.

After he was gone, I tried to wake up to reality. I could feel a wet spot
under my crotch, almost touching my tummy and thighs.  The wetness of cum
seeping through the pouch of my string jockstrap had created a spot
approximately one feet in diameter at the center of the bed. Gosh! I shot
like a bucket full of cum. I sat up, my head spinning. My body smelt like
sweat and cum. And while I was checking myself out, I turned around and
saw my reflection in the mirrored doors of the wardrobe, I looked like a
fucked up slut. I felt a tingle in my tummy. I looked up. There was not a
single light turned on in the room, except the only recessed light
focused on the bed.  I looked around and saw another wall-sized mirror in
front of the king-post bed. I realized he had been watching me in the
mirror from various angles as he fucked me silly.

The clock on the wall said it was almost midnight. I got off the bed and
tried to stand on my feet but my feet failed to bear my weight. I walked
bow-legged to the restroom to pee. There I checked myself in the mirror
again and realized I needed to clean up before I left.

Still slightly buzzed, I washed myself thoroughly, especially my aching
asshole, in the shower. The warm water felt good on my body and hole.
While I was showering, I started grasping the magnitude of that night of
having finally succeeded in seducing him for this marathon fuck. I
started revisiting the entire episode and I got hard. My fingers can't
help but go back down and feel my now swollen ass lips. It felt puffy and
sensitive in a good way. A pain that was pleasing in a way! I could
easily slide my fingers inside in my gaping hole. My asshole twitched at
the thought of what had happened. I could still feel the dampness and
slipperiness of it. The thought of his cock in me, his powerful pounding,
and his stamina made me rock hard again.

I recalled how Mr. Woods wanted to go for a second round with Susan and
how much he hated it when Susan snubbed him. (I had overheard their
after-sex conservation.) I thought `What if I give him a second round
and beat Susan or even better give him 3 rounds and set a benchmark for
Mr. Woods" knocked my head. No matter what, I wanted him to come back to
me again and again.

Determined to set a record, I came out of the shower and got myself ready
for an incredible second round with him. I moisturized my body, sprayed a
good cologne, and got ready for the next round. I rinsed my jockstrap
under the sink and used the iron to dry it before wearing it.

I was starving when I stepped out. I found the cookies and the drink and
devoured them. A while later, when I checked the clock, I knew he must be
back any minute.

I laid on my tummy at the center of the bed and closed my eyes. I felt
cold, so I covered my body with the blue satin sheet and waited for him
to be back.

Soon after, I heard the front door unlock, and then his footsteps coming
to the bedroom, I got a naughty idea and uncovered my white round globes
(butts) lit by the ceiling light such that my whole body was covered with
the sheet except my white round butts.

From the split of the sheet, I saw him placing a small shopper bag on the
nightstand and then entering the closet to take off his clothes. Next, I
saw him coming to the bed in his WildManT briefs. He threw his briefs
before he sat on the bed with his back against the headboard and his legs
stretched out, his legs touching my body. He pulled the blue sheet and
covered his crotch and his legs. His feet were near my face.

Next, he lit the joint again, took a couple of hits, and said, "Want
some?" I lifted my upper body up and took the cigarette from him and
took a few hits before giving it back to him.

It hit me hard in a second and immediately I laid back on the bed.

A few minutes later, eventually, he spoke with a big grin on his face.
 "So congratulations kid.  You're not a virgin anymore." He spanked my
butt.

With my eyes closed, I mumbled, filled with shame and pride both at the
same time, "No way, not after that pounding!"

 He laughed. I grinned

"Yeah, you got me going, your ass is amazing -- so fucking tight.  Hope I
wasn't too rough on you."  He was so cute, all concerned now but an hour
ago he was fucking me like a beast and would have split me in two without
a second thought.

"No, I loved it."  I stammered again. I was proud of myself that he liked
it.

He chuckled, that deep sexy chuckle of his, "Well,  I loved it too. That
was pretty fucking hot. You got a great ass, kid. You're going to make a
lot of men happy with that tight little butt. Definitely plan on fucking
your sweet ass some more, boy. I haven't felt so sexually charged and
dominating since my days as the football captain, fucking nearly the
whole cheerleading squad, holding them down, and making them feel my
every movement. Today I felt young and virile making this tight hole
spasm around my shaft, fucking the cum out from deep down your chute,
controlling every breath of this beautiful smooth white body." He said
as he squeezed my butt.

I stroked his thigh, caressing and feeling it and its strength. I traced
my fingertips down his crotch and back. His cock lay thick across his
belly, but I skipped over it and caressed his balls, running my fingers
lightly around them. I cupped one in my hand and then the other, feeling
those big eggs. Then I slid my fist back up to his thick cock, grasping
it tightly and circling my fingers around the base. He moaned again. His
cock twitched. "And your cock is so beautiful, you're so huge and thick."
I said as I caressed it, it twitched again and began to lengthen. My
inhibitions were gone. The weed had freed me from the prison of shame.

"Mmmmm, "Keep that up and wake the beast again," he said again. I could
still feel his fingertips brushing my butt cheeks, tickling them. He
circled one cheek, then the other, sending tremors up my spine. He rubbed
one finger through my crease, lightly at first, then deeper. His thick
finger brushed against my butthole, and it twitched. "Ohhhhh," we both
moaned. It felt so good!

He pulled me towards him, such that my ass was on his crotch, my knees on
the bed on either side of him, my legs in the air, my face between his
knees. I pulled the pillow and placed it under my face for support and
let him admire my bottom, as my hand continued to play with his cock.

"You have a beautiful butt, kid. Nothing comes close. Most women would
die to have a perfect ass like this. The kind of butt that they call
"Bubble Butt". Two large white globes that stood up high and perky,
separated by this perfect ridge and these bikini lines around your waist
and as crack, forming a perfect V at the top of your ridge. Part these
globes lightly and there you get a peek of that perfect pink inviting
rosebud. This is the finest pussy I've ever had, boy.  Your boypussy is
so tight, so deep, so warm. The most fuckable ass, there is. The kind of
ass that brings out the beast in men. This ass demands to be fucked. This
ass deserved to be fucked. This ass needs to be fucked."
He squeezed my butt cheeks with hands and then kissed them, his stubble
brushing against my soft skin sending electric currents.
I moaned in arousal.

"That's why I had to go out at this hour to get these condoms. I had to
drive half an hour to get my brand and size."

"You can do me raw, Mr. Woods. I am clean. I have never done this with
anybody else."

"Well, I am old fashioned, bud, when it comes to sex. I don't fuck raw,
and neither should you."

I just nodded and added with my eyes closed feeling sensual and sexy from
the effects of wee, "You have introduced me to a pleasure unknown to me
till now. I loved it, Mr. Woods. You can fuck me as much as you want,
whenever you want."

"Don't worry kid. I am not going to let go of this opportunity. You can
have plenty of this cock. We can fuck like rabbits, whenever we can. But
we have to be careful. Don't let anybody ever come to know about any of
this."

"Sure, Mr. Woods."

I ran my hand up and down the length of his shaft. It felt hot and
sticky. I put my finger into my mouth, slicking it with spit, and traced
my fingertip around his ridge, down the fat cumtube to the root. It
twitched again, thickening. I grasped it in my fist and stroked it
gently, feeling it grow in my grasp.

His cock was fully rock hard in my fist now, and I was aroused by the
feeling of it in my hand. His cock throbbing and dripping in my hand as
his fingers teased my tight twitching hole.

A while later, I turned around and lied on my tummy between his legs and
started sucking his cock. I knew he could see my white ass in the
reflection of the mirror. I leaned my head down to lick up his juices,
lapping around his plum before slurping it into my lips. My tongue danced
around it as I nursed on him.

I began a nice slow bob up and down on the end of his cock.  He dropped
his head back down on the headboard.  He reached my buttocks, spanked
them, and squeezed them.His big hands cupped my ass and his thick fingers
wormed their way to my sore hole.  He was gentle and it felt really good.
Seconds later, his fingers were on my hole, rubbing it gently. The doctor
knew how to maneuver his fingers to make me moan and whimper within
seconds.

"Mmmm..." I moaned loudly, feeling the sensations his fingers were
causing inside me. My whole body felt it.

"Ohhh, yeah. That is what you need," He grinned. I continued to suck
him.

"Suck it, boy." He groaned. "Get it nice and wet for your pretty little
cunt."

Soon he was dripping like a fountain. I loved the taste of his pre-cum.
It was like a drug to me. I knew he was ready. I held his big cock at its
base, took his cockhead in my mouth, and started twirling my tongue
around the ridge, making him moan and tremble. I locked my eyes with him
as I used my tongue to make me lose it.

"You are killing me, kid."
"mmmmmm."
"You are going to give that tight little boypussy to Daddy?"

"Yes, daddy."

He spread my buttocks to get a peek at my boyhole. "You have such a
pretty little boypussy bud, it's so smooth and pink!"

"I want to feel you inside me Daddy. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me
good."

He ran his hand on my head, his fingers playing with my hair, as I
twirled and swirled my tongue on his cockhead. My eyes locked with his.

"You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. Your pink lips
circling this fat cockhead. Your greenish blue eyes looking at me. "

He reached out for the shopper bag and pulled out a box of Durex Thin
Feel XL condoms. He opened the box, picked up the condom, peeled it, and
handed it over to me. I rolled the condom on his thick monster, looking
at its power up close.

He generously squeezed CBD lubricant on his cock and I applied it on it.

Next, I laid on my tummy facing the footboard, my legs bent on my knees
spread wide apart. I elevated my ass with the support of a pillow under
my crotch, my back arched to create a curve, inviting him to take what
was his.

He laid on the top of me, nuzzling on my neck. I felt his heat and his
weight. I reached back and pointed his swollen cock with my hand at my
quivering, waiting boypussy, his cockhead kissing my puffy red lips. He
pushed his cock in and I felt a strange sensation as his cockhead slipped
inside me. No pain now, just pleasure.

"Oh man, you are so warm and tight," he groaned. "I've never felt
anything like this. You want more of this. Don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I moaned.

He penetrated further without any resistance from my boypussy. My newly
opened chute, still wet from the last fuck invited him to go further.

"You want me to go deeper?" He whispered as he inhaled my perfume
deeply and nuzzled my ear.

"Yes, Daddy, -" I whined in heat, impatient to be filled with the older
man's penile power.

"You have such a nice tight boypussy?" He groaned and suddenly rammed it
deep into me with a sudden inward jerk. I moaned loudly, feeling full and
stuffed. My hole tightly grabbed onto this speared missile launched into
me with this virile hunk.

"Ugh, fuck boy!  Your sweet boypussy feels so good wrapped around my hard
cock."

"Uuuuuuuh! Daddy!" I moaned, feeling strange humming inside my anal
cavity, stretched to the fullest. I whimpered as the object of my
seduction made another plunge into my sexy anal canal. Mr. Woods
completely stopped as he went up and he marveled at my smooth white body:
"You are made to be used sexually by a strong, virile horny man like
me."

Mr. Woods was laying on top of me with his cock deep inside me, my crotch
over a pillow, my back arched, my legs bent on knees, my arms stretched
out upwards, my hands holding the metal foot bar. His body covering mine,
his head above mine, his hands holding my wrist and him going in and out
of me at a leisurely pace, tickling my insides.

"This is what you need, isn't it? " Mr. Woods growled and he rammed my
pussy hole with his large tube of masculinity. I moaned and whimpered in
pleasure.

"Look in the mirror. How beautiful you look under me."

I turned my head left and looked at the reflection of us in the mirror.
There I was with him. My 22-year-old, 5'4", 135 lbs., tiny soft,
smooth, white body was covered by a 44-year-old, 6'2", 185lbs. olive
caramel-skinned lean, muscular fully grown man, synchronously moving in
pleasure unknown to me till that night. He slow-fucked me like that for a
while, enjoying every inward and outward movement.

Thereafter, Mr. Woods pulled himself up, assuming the push-up position,
dragging his dick out from my ass. Just as it was about to pull free, he
slammed back down, every last inch now driven into my ass. Then he
started pounding me. His body became a machine as he, on his toes,
pounded me with ferocity, making me moan like a bitch whilst, above me,
he was grunting and growling like a feral animal. All the while, the
rhythmic slap of skin against skin as his balls slammed down with each
thrust and his crotch struck against my buttocks filled the room. His
thick caramel shaft like a giant piston kept frantically plunging into my
ass to the very depths, thrusting me into the soft mattress again and
again. His darker skin shone all over with sweat and I felt the first of
many drops fall onto my back as he slammed into me relentlessly.

He began to slow down, but only a little, still maintaining a vigorous
pace, but now I was also able to enjoy our fucking and take a more active
role in it, thrusting upwards and clenching to meet his downward strokes.
But as I clenched my ass, I could feel that something has indeed changed,
my ass no longer felt like a taut ring of muscle, but rather turned
something softer and supler, still able to squeeze Mr. Woods's member,
embracing it tightly, but the sensations were deeper, more intense, and
somehow more profound. I could feel the friction of his skin and the
thick veins that wrap around his meaty shaft as they slide into me, my
ass hypersensitive, making me moan low and long as I pressed my face into
the mattress and allowed the feelings to wash over me, squeezing my ass
over and over, caressing Mr. Woods' cock as it continued to pummel me.
Mr. Woods leaned down, kissing the back of my neck and whispering into my
ear, telling me how good I was making him feel.

Then Mr. Woods changed his position. He was on his knees. He grabbed me
by the hips and repeatedly plunged in a forceful manner he could no
longer control. This allowed him to make even deeper thrusts as my
whimpering and moans aroused him even more. He was completely overcome by
lust and had fallen under my spell. He varied his thrusts, sometimes
plunging all the way in before pulling back, leaving just the head in. I
looked pleadingly back over his shoulder to see the once friendly man
become a dominating, lust-filled towering figure. Mr. Woods would do
short jabbing attacks against my prostate, causing me to lose control of
my body and lay completely flat, face in the mattress. He marveled at his
ability to command my body and grinned to himself. The more I moaned, the
harder he fucked.

I started to make new sounds as Mr. Woods' cock seemed to reach deeper
inside me and the slapping sound got louder. With each thrust, my body
was shoved forward and I slowly moved up the bed getting pounded like
that until my face was practically pressed up against the metal
footboard. Mr. Woods just stopped for a moment, grabbed hold firmly
around my hips and yanked my whole body back a couple of feet up the bed,
and then resumed slam-fucking my ass until we ended up back in the same
position, my face pressed up against the footboard again with me grunting
and moaning like a cheap whore all the way. We did that three or four
times.

Next, he started power-fucking me in jackhammer fashion that made me go
wild in my approaching orgasm. My moaning, whimpering, and grunting
sounds gave way to a short series of breathless words, "Oh Gawd",
"fuck me" and "oh Daddy" "don't stop, Mr. Woods" pouring out of my
mouth repeatedly as I squirmed, and thrashed. I couldn't shut up about
it. I begged Mr. Wood not to stop, saying it over and over again. It was
all I could think about. My whole body and mind were into it. And then I
started squirting. First, a thick stream of boy juices gushed from deep
down. Then I was spurting stream after stream of cum at a pace perfectly
synchronized with Mr. Woods's humping, just as if a huge piston was
pulsing from inside my chute.

And then he stopped. As I regained my senses, I realized if I wanted Mr.
Woods to come back to me for these fucking sessions, I would have to give
him the best sexual experience of his life, pleasing this strong, virile
man better than he has ever had. I began to work my anal muscles on the
now sweaty man's sextube. The older man stopped his constant thrusts and
enjoyed my chute working around on his dick. Mr. Woods grunted in
absolute pleasure as I gained control of his body back enough to push
myself back and forth on his hard cock in an attempt to suck the load out
of him.

We were both covered in sweat. With his hands tightly holding my hips in
place, he started pounding me with the full force of his groin, hard and
fast, groaning loudly.

I knew the exact moment his climax came crashing over him like a tsunami.
He forcefully pushed his crotch into me at a feverish pace. His hands
clamped onto my hips and he slammed into me again and again, our bodies
crashing together and impaling me fully onto his throbbing member as his
cry turned into a bellowing roar of triumph. "Oh yeah, oh yeah! Awwwww,
yea...Awwww oh man, fuck." I felt his hose fire off inside me. Throbbing,
pulsating! With his cock plunged deep inside me, he came and came. He
shuddered with each release of cum.

His huge caramel cock bucked like a wild beast. He rammed one last time
and collapsed on me. His cock was still impaled deep inside me. He was
panting and heaving. He stayed there, locking me with his arms and legs,
with his softening cock still inside me, I was euphoric, feeling him, his
weight, his sweat, and his heat. Deep in a trance and totally buzzed, I
felt great and happy. Slowly, I fell asleep again with him spooning me.

---To be continued---