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Authors name: Waldo Ataboy (ataboy@ameritech.net)
Story title : My Afro-American Neighbor

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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 
and you are not permitted to read this story.
This story may be copied or saved, if you want to.  
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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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