Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2023 11:43:37 -0500
From: StoryTeller <storytellerguy2020@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 9 - 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
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Chapter 9

A few days later, Mr. Woods asked me to leave him a voicemail describing
what more I wanted from him. I thought about it in detail and that
evening I left him a voice message. I got no response no response from
him. I thought he might have not heard it since he was travelling. Days
passed.

Apart from festivals and holidays, November and December are busy times
for cruises, Airlines, and College Football. I got busy maintaining the
ships, Susan started doing extra shifts and Mr. Woods started travelling.
The good news was that Susan was based in NY for these two months
travelling internationally, so she would not be seeing Mr. Woods for
these two months. This was my opportunity I thought.

Mr. Woods went to Atlanta for a week on Thanksgiving and travelled on
business to the West Coast for the next two. When he came back from his
trip, his family (almost 16 people) joined him the same day to go on a 7
days cruise to the Caribbean. He dropped by my apartment for a quick
session before leaving for Cruise. Other than that we didn't meet for a
whole month.

Though I kept busy with my stuff and events at my uncles. I missed those
hot sessions with him, which were quite a few every week.

While I was at work I received this message, two days after he had left
for the cruise.

"That was hot." His message said,

I thought about what he meant but couldn't understand it.

"What?" I messaged back.

He forwarded to me the voicemail I left a few weeks back.

"Mr. Woods, I have an inferno burning deep inside my boypussy, which
needs to be doused regularly. Only a macho, powerful stud like you can
put out this insatiable fire while meeting his daily carnal appetite. I
want you to use my body, my holes to your satisfaction. I want to give
you all that I have. I want you to take it as and when you want to take
it. I want your big fat cock deep inside my boypussy and make me full.
You are huge. I know your cock will feel good when you fuck me. I want
you to take me, to plow my ass, to ram into me. Fuck me, fuck my mind. I
need you, your huge cock plugging my hole, pumping in me, ramming in me.
I want my boypussy to belong to you. Please fill me, use me, fuck me, and
cum in me."

I was aroused and embarrassed at hearing my voice saying those things. I
sounded sex-crazed slut begging for sex. I did not respond. The next day,
I received another voicemail from him:

 "We will be back on Friday. My folks will be gone by Saturday noon. Be
ready. Need to fuck. You know how I like it. Smooth. Clean and fresh,
smelling good and wanting. No hair below the ears. No kissing. Keep your
weenie covered. There would be only one cock in the bedroom and that
would be mine. Ha Ha"

Mere thought of mating with him made me horny as hell. Sunday was almost
4 away and I couldn't wait to finally get fucked by him.

I started putting a very large butt plug into my backside at night to
prepare my boyhole for his smooth entry. Friday late evening when I
reached home, I saw him with his entire family doing dinner on the
terrace. I was too exhausted and retired to bed.

Saturday morning, I called my uncles excusing myself from attending the
day's function due to the heavy workload. I extensively pleasured myself
with the latex dildo to open and lube my chute but purposely took care
not to reach climax. I repeated the process several times, reaching the
limits of my boy's lust. Before noon, I thoroughly douched, shaved my
body hairless below the eye, showered, and then applied fragrant lotion
thoroughly to make myself smooth and ready for Mr. Woods. I wanted to
give him an experience he would want to come back to again and again. I
planned to outdo Susan.

I took a few CBT gummies to calm my anxiety and waited for his folks to
leave.

What was supposed to be noon soon turned into 2 PM, then late afternoon
but his folks didn't leave. I could see them there on the terrace even
at 3:00. Mr. Woods was in and out, wearing shorts and a polo, looking
incredibly handsome and muscular. At times our eyes caught and he blinked
at me but then he quickly went back to taking care of his folks.

By 3:00 p.m., I got tired and went to take a nap. When I woke up, it was
8:00 PM. I looked out the window, I saw they had left. Seconds later, I
saw his text.

"9:30 PM, U".

I felt butterflies reading the message. I quickly ate some light dinner
and an energy drink. I cleaned myself again, showered, moisturized,
sprayed a good cologne, took Vicodin, and got ready for the moment I had
been waiting for so long.

I showed up at the door at 9:30 PM sharp, wearing a navy blue short,
terry robe over my sexy red and black, pouch-covering, low-waist, max
exposure backless string jockstrap underwear. The elastic around the
pouch kept my sack snugly in place while encasing my white globe-like
buttocks by two red strings running around the sides, and providing full
access to him.  Burning with desire, shivering in excitement, scared of
pain and the impending encounter, I stood at his door ready to offer him
my body and my holes.

He opened the door wearing nothing but light blue WildmanT's pouch
briefs in a dimly lit home. Looking like a muscularly fit underwear
model. Looking freshly showered, he stood there, about 5 feet away from
me, in his full masculinity smelling musky and spicy. His olive skin
shining like glass and his body looking like a raunchy gladiator ready to
breed. I couldn't get my eyes off him. He looked at me with our eyes
locked initially. His manly macho figure and commanding gaze made me
ashamed of myself and I looked down. As my eyes traversed down, I saw the
outlines of his mammoth cock head in a semi-aroused state, looking up at
me from under the briefs. I almost shivered and felt butterflies in my
guts.

He pulled me in and closed the door behind him. He moved my hands out to
my sides, undid the robe, and dropped it from my shoulders. A wave of
cold air hit my back and front. I saw a smirk on his face. He walked
around me, came in front of me, grabbed his cock with his right fist, and
said, "Damn!"

He lifted me, folded me in half around his shoulder with my face behind
his back and my hands around his middle and carried me to the bedroom
while spanking my butt cheeks and poking my hole with his two fingers. In
his bedroom, he dropped me on the sectional.

"Still want me to pop your cherry?" He asked as he walked across the
room checking the windows and the curtains. He looked incredibly hot in
his WildmanT's blue pouch briefs, with its big pouch filled with his
semi-hard manhood projecting at me.

"Yes!" I stammered laying on my belly on the sectional couch with a
pillow under my head, my bare body exposed to him, my big round bubble
butts in my backless mini string jockstrap enticing him. He had a porn
movie playing on the large TV on the wall.

"Nervous?" He asked as he lifted my head, sat on the couch with his
back against the sofa back and his legs stretched out. He placed my face
on his crotch. I felt the warmth of his cock on my cheeks. I kissed his
abs and manhood. He started touching my butts with his rough hands,
rubbing them, squeezing them. I trembled with his touch.

"Yeah..." I stammered again, unable to find words.

Let's get you a little relaxed. "Ever smoked pot?"

"Yeah, sometimes in college." I stammered.

He pulled me up and made me sit beside him, making my legs stretch out
against his. My cock was hard and leaking, sitting next to him and
looking at the movie on the TV. I placed my head on his chest and ran my
hand on his perfect pecs and abs.

He reached out to a clear plastic box with what looked like cigarettes in
it and took one out. "Let's take a few hits to get us going."

Then he lighted it with a small lighter, took a couple of hits off it,
then tapped it in the ashtray, and said, "Have some"

I took the cigarette from his hand and took a couple of hits. Immediately
I felt it buzzing. We exchanged the cigarette to take a few more hits
before he put it out in the ashtray.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. My dick got rock-hard. He ran
one hand on my chest and belly and the other on my ass, squeezing it,
spanking it. I looked at him with my fogged eyes and realized I was
fucked up. That was some killer weed he got there.

Minutes later, I was relaxed and found myself giggling looking at the
scene on the TV.

He was behind me touching me, breathing on my ear and my neck. I leaned
back into him and felt his hard dick against me. His underwear was gone.
He pinched my nipples and I groaned deeply. I reached a hand back and
felt his big dick and squeezed it. He whispered in my ear, "You want my
dick don't you kid". I nodded my head a yes as my voice was gone, my
mouth dry, my hands trembling. I was buzzing like crazy. My whole body
was sexually turned on, relaxed. I felt a strange heightened sensitivity
to touch, and increased intensity of feelings and sound that I had never
had before.

"Mr. Woods, please fuck me." I requested in a buzzed state. "Just be
gentle," I giggled

He was buzzed too and giggled, "I am going to pop your cherry, deflower
you"

Then he took a long look at my concerned face and replied,

"Have you seen a horse being straddled the first time? She hates the
straddle, the weight of it, and the girth of it. She will kick and buck.
Horses do not enjoy being ridden at first, as they are not familiar with
it and might be nervous and uneasy.

A rider, who is skilled and uses good technique, is less likely to cause
the horse discomfort or stress. A good rider stays calm and cool and
remains patient but persistent. He doesn't give his horse any reason not
to trust him. The trick in training a horse is to focus on making the
entire experience as enjoyable as possible for the horse. If she enjoys
her being ridden the first time, she is much more cooperative and
interested the next. She would volunteer to be mounted. Riding is a
partnership. Both the rider and the horse should have fun on their
rides."

He pushed my head down in his crotch, pointing his big cock at me with
his hand. His monster cock was hard as steel, dripping looking so
luscious. My mouth watered at the sight of it. As I took his cock in my
hand and my mouth, he moved his hand on my smooth butts and placed his
fingers at my waiting hole. I crouched on the sofa to provide him easy
access and quickly felt his two fingers going in and out of my lubed
boyhole. He squeezed some CBD lube on his fingers and started poking my
hole deeper and deeper.

He stroked my head and neck with his other hand as he fed me his cock. I
tongued all over it as it grew bigger in my mouth. I sucked on his big
beautiful meat like it was candy. The taste of his pre-cum tasted
heavenly and drove me wild. Soon, I had his cock stuffed halfway down my
throat. "Oh, fuck yeah, boy, suck my big cock. Make this cock nice and
ready." He growled, his voice choked with lust.

I worshiped his cock, savoring the feeling of his silky cock-skin against
my hungry lips. "Yeahhh, eat it boy" He groaned. "You are a hungry
cocksucker, aren't you?"

Within minutes I had his manhood deep in my throat to his trimmed pubes.
"Swallow, boy, use that throat." He said as his fingers opened my hole
wider to get my pucker ready for his invasion. Thereafter, he pulled his
cock out of my mouth, and looked at me with a sexy grin saying, "It's
time to pop your cherry."

He picked up the Durex Thin Feel XL condom from the side table, peels it
and handed it to me. I slowly rolled it over his big cock, looking at its
hugeness and power. Next, he squeezed lube on his cock and I generously
greased it all over it, as I impatiently watched him with my lustful
eyes. My body trembled for his heat, my mouth missed his cock, and my
hole twitched for his firmness.

Next, he stood up, lifted me by my waist and placed me on the upholstered
storage ottoman on my belly, pulled me down such that my torso was on the
top of the ottoman, my knees resting on the carpet on either side of the
ottoman and my bubble butt on the edge.

He sat on his knees behind me. His burning body covered me, constrained
me. The knowledge that a hot stud DILF with an enormous rod was behind me
had my dick hard and leaking precum in my pouch. Both the pill and the
pot were finally working. In addition to feeling hornier than I could
remember I was relaxed and almost drowsy, too lazy to even move.

Next, I felt him pry apart my ass cheeks and lightly touch my pucker with
cool, moist fingers. He applied some more CBD lube around the edges of my
hole and then pushed his fingers against it. Slowly three fingers slid
in, meeting no resistance whatsoever. The butt plug and Valium and weed
had done their job. He finger-fucked me for a couple of minutes, poking
into me at various angles, rubbing my p-spot. Then he inserted the 4th
finger and pushed into me more, trying to spread me open with his
fingers. I felt pleasing, tingling, warming sensations in and around my
pucker. His fingers were reaching my p-spot sending pleasurable
sensations as if my cock was being massaged from inside. I wanted more of
it. I groaned in need and the man on my back kissed my back with thick,
sensual lips. I whimpered. I cried. I begged.

After a bit he withdrew his fingers, leaving me gaping. In a buzzed and
strangely euphoric state, I felt the head of that huge club at my back
door. Then he speared it in me slowly, first gently. I cried out as my
hole opened to the questing eye of his heat-seeking moisture missile. He
pushed and it started to glide in, stretching my hole. I cried out with
the expectation that it might hurt. I grabbed the ottoman and held on for
dear life, afraid that he would tear me. I felt the ache and pain as his
cockhead penetrated me. His lubed cockhead spread me open mercilessly.

"Don't tighten up on me," he said, keeping me in place with his strong
hands on my hips.

"Aww...go slower!" I begged.

"You'll get used to it. Breath" he muttered, thrusting again.

He kept popping it in and out of my hole with patience. Then with another
sudden measured thrust, he would penetrate me further, making me yelp in
pain. Soon, as his cock popped through my ring I finally felt a stab of
searing pain. I gasped and bit my lips to keep from making any further
noise. He stopped and waited for the pain to subside. It finally did and
I let him know by pushing my ass up at him a bit. With one long thrust,
he rammed the 1/3 of his long shaft into me. A few minutes and a few
thrusts later, his long, thick shaft was 2/3 deep in me.

He covered my back with his hot body. His hot breath erotically flowed
against my sensitive skin, his mouth exploring and stimulating my ears,
earlobes, and neck. I cried in pain as his broad cockhead opened me
further and further as his hips and loins forced his boy-pleaser to
penetrate deeper and deeper. He must have slow-fucked me in that position
for a while before he went back on his knees and holding my hips with big
hands and unhurriedly pumped his cock in and out of me. Then he said,
"Push out." As he was driving this monster in me, I pushed out with all
my strength. He lifted my thighs in the air and drove his loins forward
in me savagely. His thick cock punched into my pussy with one brutal
motion. His pubes, now, seated right up against my throbbing boy-hole. I
let out a yelp in ecstasy and agony. I felt stuffed. I tried to scurry
away, but his strong hands and powerful groin kept me in place.

I writhed in pain and tried to free myself from his hold. But I
couldn't. I was helpless. His strong hands wouldn't let me go anywhere.
"Yes! Yes!! Fuck! All the way in" he yelled in triumph.

"Awwwww", I exclaimed in pain with my voice caught in my throat. "Oh,
fuck! Oh...fuckkkk!" I could feel his trimmed pubes grinding against my
smooth butt cheeks. All the pleasure had turned into intense, searing
pain. I was breathless, trying to free myself from his hold, but in vain.
"Relax. It will only hurt for a few minutes. I am all the way in you.
All 8.5 inches buried deep in you."

With his one hand on my back and the other caressing my buttock, he held
it still, huge, thick, solid man meat inside me. I was stretched so wide
that I thought he was tearing me apart. I could feel his cock pulsating
inside my boy canal. The pain was unbearable. I had this feeling of
pushing him out but I had no control.

"Yes! Yes!! Fuck! Fucking all the way in. All 8.5 inches of solid man
meat in this tight boycunt." he laughed.

I lay there helpless for some time. Soon, he slowly started fucking me.
All the way in and all the way out. I tried not to tense up or complain.
I didn't want to be Susan. Then he steered it side to side.

Once he had me in that position, my legs spread wide apart, he resumed
his forceful fucking. Each thrust was at a slightly different angle. He
fucked to the right, to the left, he thrust forward, and he plunged. At
one point he stopped fucking and just rotated his dick in my hole,
grinding his tool into me, opening me wider, stretching my ring more and
more.

Then he carried me to the bed with his cock still in me, my body folded
in half, my torso and my legs bound by his strong arms.

On the bed, he made me sit on my knees in his lap, my hands on the metal
railing of the footboard, his knees between mine, his cock deeply buried
in me, his hot sweaty torso lined behind my back warming my body with his
heat and his hands on my hips guiding me to ride him as the pace of his
liking. "Ride my dick," He whispered.

With my legs across his leg, I began slowly riding him up and down on my
knees, taking his thickness as much as I could. It wasn't hurting me as
much as before. His hands were on my hips, helping me ride him. I kept
feeling his burning hot torso against my back. At this point, I started
enjoying the bouncing on his hot rod, as it started rubbing my hot
button.

Finally, he started taking it out, left only the cockhead in me, and
stopped. Still locked in his arms, I took a deep breath and pushed out at
him and he rammed his hard meat into me again. Shoved it deep into me to
the balls. I had never felt so stuffed.

"Yes! Yes!! Fuck! Fucking all the way in. All 8.5 inches of solid man
meat." he grinned.

Next, he slowly took his cock out to the head and then rammed it, waited
for a few seconds, and repeated it again and again and again, crying a
triumphant roar, "Yes! All 8.5 inches in". He savored every yelp, every
cry that came out of my mouth.

In a few minutes, the pain was gone. I had this strange humming feeling
inside my chute. As his cock traversed its inward journey, it rubbed
against my p-spot, sending electric currents in my body. I started riding
him up and down, up and down. He freed me from his grip and moved his
hands to my hips, as I raised my ass halfway up on his dick and then down
to his balls.

In that position, he circled both his arms around me gripped both my
hands with his, and slowly started to fuck me. He was on his knees behind
me. His strong pelvis pistoning his big cock in me. His cock probed my
ass deep inside. I kept moaning, making sounds I didn't know I could
make. "Oh yes. Oooh...aaahh, Daddy."

His slow pumping continued. For the first time, I fully relaxed and
accepted the situation. I could feel and smell his musky, spicy scent.

He pushed his cock deeper. I moaned, "aaahh..."

He pulled his dick out, put some more lube on his dick, grabbed my hips,
and swiftly rammed himself back into me.

I moaned deeply as I felt him fill me up again. With long and slow
thrusts, he started fucking me. My dick was hard as a rock inside my
pouch and my orgasm began building inside my balls, as he was hitting my
prostate again and again. With his face near mine, he took his cock out
to cockhead and whispered, "You love my cock. Don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy!" I moaned.

"Then take my big cock." He whispered and rammed it in. I moaned in
pleasure and pain.

He picked up his speed, as I arched my back pushing my ass up accepting
him. He started fucking me faster, tearing my insides and hitting my joy
button.

This continued for a minute or two. I was getting close. I didn't want
him to stop. Next, he started pounding me like a jackhammer. His big
balls slapped my ass, making noise each time he slammed into me. The
feeling in my ass was intense with his cock rubbing against my p-spot and
my sphincter stretched wide to accommodate his powerful assault.

We both were covered in sweat, while he pumped me at full speed. I was in
a daze. My orgasm reached a point where I couldn't take it anymore.

I was bouncing on his cock, with my arms on my chest and his arms around
locking mine. 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. The only thing I was aware of
at the moment was my center of the universe, his huge cock fucking me,
shagging me, shaking me like a rag doll. 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 it from inside
my chute.

He kept power-fucking me as I squirted stream after stream. He kept
fucking me harder and harder till my dick stopped leaking. Then he
stopped, holding my body tightly to his. All covered in sweat, his and
mine, I was breathing heavily. My eyes were closed. We stayed still,
there for a few minutes, connected through his hard cock deep in me.

Next, he held my waist with one hand, pushed my back forward with the
other, and said, "Get on your hands and knees." In trance, I did as
told. He pulled his dick out, put some more lube on his dick, grabbed my
hips, and swiftly rammed himself back into me. He covered my back with
his hot sweaty body, his hands resting on both the sides of my shoulders
and his mouth biting my ears. He started fucking me slowly, in and out,
slowly. All the way in and then all the way out. With closed eyes, I
whimpered in pain and pleasure. I felt strange humming sensations inside
my love canal. The alternating sensation of being stuffed and emptied
again and again.

Next, he moved his torso up and sat on his knees between my legs, with
his hands on my hips, and started fucking me. His slow rhythm quickly
turned into a speedy blur as he began pounding me. I could hear the sound
of his hips and his balls slapping against my ass and I was bouncing back
and forth the bed, clutching the bed rails to hold on. I just grunted
with each thrust. "Huh...aaa...huh", alternating with rhythmic sounds of
his hips slapping against the cheeks of my ass. My whole body was
consumed by one thing -- the feeling of a big thick cock stretching and
pounding my ass.

I thought I wouldn't get back to the same feelings again, so soon. But I
was wrong. About 5 minutes into it, the sensations and pleasure returned.
I was still hard as a rock

He continued to fuck me in that position for quite a while. Occasionally,
he pulled me up by my hair so he could talk dirty "Like that?" "Take
it, kid", "tight hole you got", causing me to go into spells of lusty
shudders and anal spasms. He would stop take a breath and then resume
fucking me with long and slow strokes, gradually increasing the tempo
until he was fast-fucking me like a jackhammer.

In another few minutes, he got up to full butt-busting jackhammer mode
which made me go wild again. I felt my juice boil up inside my balls. I
was whimpering and moaning and saying breathless words, "Pleaa...se",
"oh gawd", "oh yes" and "fuck me, Daddy". The feeling in my ass was
extreme with his dick rubbing against my prostate and my sphincter
stretched wide to accommodate his battering. Sensations running
throughout my body were so strong that I squirmed and thrashed, trembling
in ecstasy. 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 quivered from head to toe from the sensations and my whole body went
into spasms. My balls went off heaving and bursting cum inside my
jockstrap. He rammed into me a few more times and howled in 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. He rammed
one last time and collapsed on me. His cock was still impaled deep inside
me. He was panting and heaving. I was drenched in his sweat, under him.
Our bodies burning. I was floating on air and dizzy with pleasure. I was
in heaven of ecstasy.

Slowly our orgasm dwindled. In a trance, I lay under him, loving his
weight over me. Slowly he slipped on the side and we fell asleep.

--- To Be Continued ---