Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2023 11:01:54 -0500
From: StoryTeller <storytellerguy2020@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 3 - My Black DILF Neighbor

                    Story Title -- My Black DILF Neighbor

Category -- Adult-Friends, Authoritarian, Interracial

Please note that there are depictions of unsafe sex, and alcohol use that
are in no way an encouragement to pursue in real life. Please educate
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behavior, particularly if it may be illegal in your country.

This is an erotica that is based on some real-life experiences. It is
intended to arouse and stimulate you. The first two chapters will have a
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Chapter 3

From the next day, something changed. I felt it. I saw him on the terrace
more often than before trying to catch a glimpse of me. I saw him working
out on this bench wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Or pacing along
the 3' partition wall between our terraces while talking on the phone.
His voice was loud enough to be heard on this side, a little louder than
before.

In the morning, when I swam in the pool, I saw Mr. Woods in his plaid
boxer, sipping his coffee on the front terrace, looking at me. I avoided
eye contact with him but I loved the fact that I was being watched. My
fascination-turned-crush was watching me from a distance elated my ego.
By this point, I started having a lot of questions about myself and my
sexuality.

He is an eye candy himself. I loved ogling him every change I got.
Watching him in just those boxers, bare chested and everything, made me
go nuts. After coming from work in the evening, I started hanging out on
the front patio pretending to be reading a book or listening to music,
just to get a glimpse of him. He would just wave a hello whenever our
eyes caught. He would lock eyes with me longer than normal. I would get
so nervous after that I would take my eyes off of him. But that was all.

Another day, another wet dream. In the dream, I saw myself lying naked on
a rectangular patio table with my hands stretched along the length, my
head almost hanging and my legs spread vertically up in a V-shape held by
Mr. Woods' strong muscular hands. His cock buried deep inside me. His
friends cheering him to take me, give me a fuck of my life, shouting,
"Harder, Faster, Deeper". Me moaning in ecstasy for the approaching
orgasm as Mr. Woods' big cock pumps again and again in me.

 Again I woke up unfinished in heat in the middle of night. Opened the bedroom window to let some air in. I pulled out my prostate massager and the lube from the drawer, pushed the toy in, closed my eyes and relived the dream in my head as I slow-fucked myself to an explosive orgasm, spraying juices all over my upper body, while chanting his name again and again and again. I had no idea when I went back to sleep after the volcano erupted.

One late Friday evening, I saw Mr. Woods and Karen making out on the
terrace. She sat in his lap both kissing and smooching passionately. A
while later, his polo shirt was on the floor and her top was unbuttoned.
Next, his hands were in her bra and her hands caressing his muscular
chest, and massaging the manhood in his shorts. Minutes later, he was
finger-fucking her, making her moan and groan.

Next I saw her sitting on the chair blowing Mr. Woods standing on her
side. Minutes later, they were leaving for their bedroom, still clinging
to one another. I wasn't watching porn, I was watching Mr. Woods with
Susan live through the slit of my bedroom window.

What happens to a sex-starved guy when he sees this? That's exactly what
happened to me. It is like cutting off the porn, without seeing the
actors' climax. I wanted to see them do it. The thought of `what if' I
could peek into their bedroom while they are doing it crept in my cunning
mind and I started devising a plan.

I was dying to see them doing it. After waiting for a little while, I
couldn't resist the urge and finally decided to do something. So I snuck
over the boundary wall, crawled to the front patio, went around behind a
chair in the dark, crept up to one and peeked in. I tried to be as quiet
as possible. My hard cock was throbbing in my shorts like it was leading
the way. My heart was pounding!

I looked through the window in the dimly-lit room. There they were on
their bed stark naked. He was sitting against the headboard on the post
bed with his legs stretched out, completely naked, his enormous cock out.
She was lying naked between his legs, sucking his cock.  It seemed even
bigger than I'd pictured! I watched for a few minutes, aroused and
fascinated again at its strength and power. It seemed to grow bigger with
each throb, and he was clearly in another world of pleasure. Her left
hand was playing with his balls, rolling them in her big fist, groaning
as she tugged on his hairy eggs. His muscles were flexing and pumping as
she stroked him. I couldn't believe he left them wide open. Room was
dimly lit but there was enough light falling on them. I wished I had to
go in there! I quietly crept around to the window to get a better view.

His head was thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes were closed. They
couldn't see me. I wanted to get even a better view of them, so I
crouched down and silently crawled down to the side window and quietly
went up the metal spiral stairs to get a top view of them from the top of
the window. >From there I saw him lost in his pleasure being given a wet
blowjob. His muscular arms, his chiseled abs and pecks, his strong legs,
all of him shining in the dim yellow light falling from the ceiling.

Few minutes later, Susan was on her back on the edge of the bed with her
legs spread out on the muscular back of Mr. Woods. My Woods was eating
her pussy. Karen was making all sorts of noises. He was making her writhe
with pleasure, moaning, her thighs quivering and legs twitching, as she
grasped the sheets.

After a while, he pushed his cock into her, as she whimpered in pleasure.
Slowly he started pumping his cock in and out and the bed started making
a creaking sound.

"Ohhhhhhh, Bill . . . Yessssss . . ." her moaning got louder and
shriller.

I could hear him growling once in a while too, low throaty grunts of
pleasure. But her moaning was unrelenting! As he would increase the
speed, Susan would ask him to slow down, go easy and he would slow down.
She placed her hands on his chest and her hands on his hips to control
his movements.

I felt a stirring in my tummy. My asshole was twitching now, and I saw Mr
Woods kick it into high gear. The bed was complaining loudly, and both
Karen and Mr. Woods were making lots of noise. He was pounding her hard,
and they were both loving it. They must have been at it for some time
now, and he started fucking her faster and harder. Her wailing turned
into a real scream as he fucked her right into an orgasm! I saw him on
top of her, plowing deep into her as he blew, both of them screaming out
with ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her, panting and sweating. She
reached around and caresses his broad, strong back.

Just then my balls twitched and I came! Blasted up into shorts over and
over, six or seven big thick shots of boycum, my balls contracting, my
head swimming. I was gasping for air. Oh my God! That was the first time
I'd come all day, and it was a huge one! As I floated down to earth, I
tiptoed down the stairs, crawled across the boundary and got in my
bedroom.

A few minutes later, I heard voices across the way. I came to the window
and looked out at his apartment through the slit. I didn't catch what
they were talking, but next thing I knew he appeared at the window! He
strutted over to the window, to close it. He stood there with his big
dick swinging, practically hanging out the window! But he didn't care. He
just stood there for all to see. All too soon, he shut the window and
disappeared from view.

For next one week, my mind was filled with the images of that night,
image of him being naked, hard and fucking like a stallion. Whenever I
lay in my bed, my stubborn cock refused to soften and my hand couldn't
help but be compelled to jack it frantically, fantasizing about him. A
fantasy that I wanted to turn into reality.


---To Be Continued---