Intimate Union Between Neighbours

"Fuck!" I screamed, and I started to moan half in pain, half in pleasure. He fed his thick cock deeper inside me, stretching my hole to the max, until he got every inch of his black cock inside me. I immediately came, and squirted it all over his kitchen floor. He started to thrust in and out, now rocking back and forth, punishing my smooth white hole. "Give me your black cock!" I screamed, and he fucked harder. His muscled sweaty legs were pressed up against mine, and I could feel his hairy stomach against my ass at the end of his powerful thrusts. James was pounding me like no one had done before, breaking me in and then making me his bitch, making it hurt. He did what my boyfriend could never do. Thrusting his black man cock in and out, deeper and deeper, pulling my hair and ramming it in me. Then James begins to slow down his strokes. He lays on my back, his black cock is balls deep in my ass. Then I felt James breath as he whispered lustfully in my ear.

"Joey, do you like what you see, look at your face son. See the expressions on your face as I dick you out? You as if you’re in agony, like Im r****g you. However, its quite the opposite. how some old ass nigger is fucking your pretty white ass, slut? You like how you do white bitch?"

"Yes Sir," I replied, "I love it." Then he started to spank me, hard, and harder, still probing my ass with his cock, his strong hands slapping my smooth ass, making it red, adding to the pleasure. Now he fucked faster, he was on the balls of his feet, and fucking me as fast as he could, moving in and out, pounding, thrusting, and fucking me harder! I heard him moan loud, and he started ramming it in me, pushing me forward with his cock.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum." he screamed, and he took it out of me, and put it in front of my face, and blew his huge load all over me. I tried to get as much in my mouth as I could but I could barely see, then he shoved it in my mouth and told me to milk him. I gladly took his black cock in my mouth, and sucked all the cum out of him. It was so good. He took his cock out of my mouth and reached on the counter and got his Polaroid. He took a picture of my face covered in cum, and said "That's a keeper." I got up and wiped the cum off my face and ate it. I saw him put my picture into the photo album next to some other white boy's picture. The photo album was full of pictures of white boys with cum all over their faces.

"Did you fuck all of them?" I asked. He just laughed and nodded.

"Well you should probably leave now." he said.

"But what about my 20 bucks for mowing your lawn." I asked.

"What did I say white boy."

"Yes Sir" I said, and I left. I walked out his door and didn't feel bad about not getting 20 bucks, at least I got the best fuck of my life.

Caught by Neighbor

It was a beautiful warm day, and I had it to myself. My wife Sam was interstate on business for the week, and not due back for another five days. For me that meant housework to be done, but plenty of time to enjoy my own space, and entertain one particular hobby. I smiled to myself, and not for the first time, I stopped in front of a mirror and pulled my tracksuit pants down, admiring the bright pink, silky panties that I'd been walking around in all day.

I'd been cross-dressing for many years before I met Sam, but it really wasn't her thing. So I tended to keep it to myself, waiting for the chance to be alone now and then, dressing in all sorts of tight and skimpy lingeries, and sometimes indulging in fingering my ass, or using something bigger with the help of a little lubricant. I'm a happily straight, married man, but I just liked the sensation of feeling like a woman, and the feeling of being fucked like a woman. Some of my best orgasms came when Sam was away, when I could roll about on the floor in silky, lacy clothes, and give my lubed-up asshole a solid object to slide onto.

I had to sort out the washing today, and I stepped outside around midday to hang out a load. It was the usual mess of towels, sheets, underwear and so forth - always more than I'd planned on, and it always took me a while to hang out. It was hot, but there was a nice breeze blowing, even though our back yard was pretty sheltered. The fences were all fairly high, and there wasn't any obvious points where neighbours could see in. I wished that I could get Sam a bit more comfortable with the idea of taking our lovemaking out there, but she felt like a neighbour might poke their head over the fence. Part of me got a little thrill about that - I imagined being underneath her, and seeing a neighbour's head come into view. I would lie there and fuck her, not saying a word, while perhaps the neighbour would be stroking himself too - or herself!

At this point I began to feel particularly turned on, and I tugged the back of my tracksuit pants down to bare my pink panties to the world. The feeling of the cool breeze blowing against my silky ass caused my cock to press harder against the front of the panties, and with a sense of thrill, I pulled my tracksuit completely down, and stepped out of it. I glanced around nervously, then continued to peg the clothes, feeling a nervous tingling and an urgent need to relieve myself of the pressure. For a few minutes, I worked up and down the line barefoot, and then bent down to pick up the empty washing basket.

At that exact awkward moment, with me bent over presenting my panties to the air, a voice said "Hey John... oh!", and I span around in shock. Right behind me, looking over the fence, was my neighbour Gary.

I didn't know Gary at all, beyond exhanging the odd hello. He had moved in a few months before, and although our back fence was shared, it was high enough that you had to stand on something to see over. He seemed a solitary sort of person, and I'd made little effort to invite him round. This wasn't exactly a great way to commence the process!

I went bright red - I could literally feel my face heating up - and I quickly thrust the washing basket in front of my groin to try to hide the view. He stared at me with his mouth open, as I scrabbled for my tracksuit pants and backed hurriedly inside. I banged the door shut and stood against the wall, my heart thumping in panic. What on earth could I say - I'd simply have to avoid ever talking to him again! Any sense of eroticism had certainly gone out of the moment for me, and I went quietly to my room and tucked the panties away again, all the time feeling a vague nervousness as if someone was watching me. After a little while I snuck carefully to the window to check, but he'd gone away. I didn't collect the washing until it was dark, sneaking carefully out and making as little sound as I could.

I went to bed that night hoping to wake up and find it had all been a nightmare, but unfortunately that wasn't the case. My nightmare was just about to begin.

- 2 -

The next afternoon, as I was washing dishes, the doorbell rang. My heart stopped, as I wasn't expecting anyone. I checked the monitor, and sure enough, it was Gary. I didn't know what to do - it was obvious I was home, given the car was there and the windows open - but I didn't think that I could face a conversation with him. I stood there indecisive, and the doorbell rang again. His face in the monitor seemed neutral to me - perhaps he'd come to apologise for peering over the fence? I couldn't just hide there in the kitchen, so I swallowed hard, and walked down to open the door.

"Hi", I said, giving a weak smile, but unsure what to say.

"Oh hey John, I'm Gary - your neighbour from over the back?"

"Yeah I know," I said, and then after an awkward pause, "uh - come on in".

I held open the door and he came in. I hadn't really noticed in the past, but he was quite tall and well-built, and very swarthy. There was a certain no-nonsense look about the guy, and any vague thoughts I'd had overnight about intimidating him into silence over the incident quickly faded. Besides, he seemed very friendly.

"Would you like a beer?" I said. "I was just going to watch the football."

"Sure, if you don't mind" he said.

I fetched a couple of beers, and we sat down in the lounge with the television on. As we made small talk about the game, I wondered if this was his way of breaking the ice; letting me know there wasn't a problem and he was comfortable with what had happened. So I was a bit shocked when the conversation suddenly took a different turn.

"John you live here with your wife Sam, don't you?" he said. "Sorry, is that her name...?"

"Yeah that's right - Sam. It's err, short for Samantha."

"She's not around at the moment?"