14 comments/ 69789 views/ 47 favorites Our New Neighbors Pt. 01 By: adelelawrus Gregory's Perspective I don't know how we ended up here. A few years ago we were just your average American family. I was 45 at the time that this all started. I had been married to my wife, Rebecca for 17 years. Everyone called her Becky for short. She was 36 at the time. We had one daughter whose name was Natalie, but everyone called her Cherry because of her bright red hair. She was 18 at the time that this all started. When she was 16, she had made the decision that she hated her red hair and dyed it platinum blonde. I had met Rebecca when she was 17 and I was 26. At the time, I was working for my dad at his convenience store and she came in looking for a job. We hired her and shortly thereafter we began to see each other. Her parents didn't approve at first because of the age difference, but once she turned 18, they knew there was nothing they could do about it. I wanted to respect her parents and more importantly, I didn't want to get into trouble with the law, so while she was still 17, we didn't engage in any sexual activities. We only made out every now and then. Rebecca always thought I kept our relationship chaste out of respect for her and she found it quite sweet. Once she turned 18, everything changed. We fucked like rabbits. Every chance we got, we fucked each other's brain's out. She still lived with her parents at the time and I would often sneak into her bedroom window and we would fuck while her parents slept. With all of the fucking we did, it wasn't really all that surprising to us when she found out she was pregnant a few months after she turned 18. She gave birth to our daughter shortly before her 19th birthday. We got married a few months later. For the past 17 years my family had been living in the suburbs of Mississippi. Our neighborhood was entirely white and my daughter's school had been completely white as well. None of us interacted with minorities with any sort of regularity. It would be accurate to say that we all held some racial prejudices at the time. It wasn't extreme. It wasn't as though we were members of the KKK or anything like that. We didn't hate black people, but we didn't necessarily want to be around them all the time either. We were content with the way things were. Then one day our lives changed forever. I walked outside one day and saw a moving van in front of the house across the street. That house had been empty of months, since our old neighbors had decided to move to Texas. I stood there on my doorstep trying to get a look at the new neighbors. I was horrified by what I saw. A tall black man stepped out of the driver's side of the moving van. 2 black boys, who looked to be in their late teens or early 20s stepped out of the passenger's side. I thought somebody must be playing a joke on me. I didn't want to seem racist, but I really didn't want black people living in my neighborhood. I knew it would only cause problems. I went back inside and told my wife about our new neighbors. "Black people? In this neighborhood? Did they get lost?" She said it jokingly. I could tell that she didn't want these black people in our neighborhood either, no matter what she said. My daughter heard us talking and wanted to know what was up. I told her and she just looked at me expectantly. When I didn't say anything else she said "That's it? Dad it's the new millennium! Segregation ended years ago. There's nothing wrong with black people living in our neighborhood. It's not like they're monsters that are going to jump out and get you in the middle of the night." I never knew that my daughter felt this way. I had always just assumed that she held the beliefs of me and everyone else in our area. We went over and introduced ourselves to the new neighbors later on that day. James was the father. He was 45 at the time. "My name is James, but everybody calls me Mac or Mac Daddy" he said with a sly smile. The two sons were Tyrone and Marcus. They were 20 and 25 at the time and they were both unemployed. Their mother was not living with them at the time and they did not tell us why. The meeting was pleasant enough, but I really didn't like the idea of these 2 loser black guys living in the same neighborhood as my precious teenage daughter. After our initial meeting, things did not go so well between the new neighbors and myself. Mac and I got into several petty arguments and in the heat of the moment, I may have let some racial slurs fly. It was not an uncommon thing in Mississippi. I also didn't like that his sons were becoming friendly with my daughter and I told him exactly why. He was offended but I did not care one bit. After a few months of this back and forth, Mac and I had become full blown enemies. One day I came home from work a little earlier than I normally did and was greeted by a sight that truly shocked and disgusted me. As I opened my front door, I could hear this really loud moaning and someone was saying "fuck me, fuck me right there, oh yeah, big daddy, give me that dick." I immediately recognized the voice as my daughter. As a father, I was immediately angry. No father wants to hear or think about his daughter having sex. My first thought was that she must be fucking Chad Winters. Chad was a senior at the high school, just like my daughter and they had been on a few dates together. He came from a good white family. I was happy that the two of them were dating, but I didn't like the idea of even him fucking my daughter. I could tell that the moaning was coming from the living room. I ran in there to confront them. Imagine my shock and horror when I was confronted with the reality of the situation. My daughter was not being fucked by just one boy, she was being fucked by two. One of the young men was sitting on the couch while my daughter was on all fours in front of him, sucking his cock. Meanwhile the other young man was behind my daughter fucking her doggystyle. The young man on the couch had his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes were closed. He was holding onto my daughter by the head and gyrating his hips back and forth in a rapid motion. To put it simply, he was face fucking my 18 year old daughter with reckless abandon. The young man on the floor behind my daughter was holding her by the hips as he slammed his penis into and out of her pussy. He would occasionally smack her on the ass and then reach around and maul her tits. He did all of this while moaning and grunting. This young man was clearly enjoying himself with my daughter. All of this would have been terrible enough, but the fact that added more insult to injury was that these two young men were black. The worst nightmare of every white father in Mississippi is to find out that his daughter is fucking a black guy. An even worse nightmare is to find out that she is fucking 2 black guys and the worst nightmare of all is to actually see it taking place. All of this would have been horrible enough, but the fact that added the ultimate insult to injury was the fact that my beautiful 18 year old daughter was being double teamed by none other than Tyrone and Marcus, our new black neighbors. I stood there in stunned silence for several minutes as they continued to fuck my daughter. I could very clearly see that neither of them had bothered to wear a condom, which made my blood boil even more. At that moment, I heard the young man on the couch, Marcus, make a loud grunting noise and shove his dick as far into my daughter's mouth as possible. It was obvious that he was coming hard in my daughter's mouth. A few seconds later, Tyrone grabbed her hips and trust his dick as far into her as possible as he came as well. He reached around to play with my daughter's titties as he recovered from his powerful orgasm. Then he said, in a very low voice, "Next time, one of us gets to fuck you in the ass, while the other one fucks you in the pussy," and they both giggled a little bit at the thought. That is what sent me over the edge in anger and I snapped out of my trance and ran into the living room to confront them. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, "What the hell do you niggers think you're doing with my daughter? You fucking pieces of shit think you can come into my house and fuck my teenage daughter bareback and get away with it!" My daughter was screaming "Daddy, please don't hurt them," as I charged at the two boys. They quickly got up, grabbed their clothes, and ran out the door before I had a chance to kick both of their little asses. I was left standing in the living room with my daughter who was naked, with cum dripping out of her pussy, wondering how we got to this point. Little did I know, the worst was yet to come. To Be Continued... Our New Neighbors Pt. 02 Rebecca's Perspective If I had known that things were going to end up like they did, I never would have done what I did that day. The trouble all started when a black family moved in across the street from us. My husband took an immediate dislike toward them simply because they were black. I knew where my husband was coming from. I had been raised in the same small Mississippi town as him. I grew up with the same values. Mixing races together was just not something that was done and if the occasional comment was made about minorities being lazy, none of us thought it was a big deal. As I got older, I learned and I grew and I put aside some of those prejudices, but my husband never did. I was a lot less hostile than he was, but I too became a bit nervous about having black people living in my neighborhood. As the months passed since the new neighbors moved in, things went from bad to worse between my husband, Gregory, and the father of the black family across the street, Mac. It seemed like every time I came home from work, there had been another altercation between the two of them and things did not seem to be getting any better. Over time, I noticed that my daughter, Cherry, was forming a bit of a friendship with Mac's two sons, Tyrone and Marcus. I didn't think anything of it. Then one day when I got home from work, my husband and daughter were sitting in the living room waiting for me. "You're slutty daughter has something to tell you," my husband shouted angrily as soon as I walked through the door. "Gregory, what has gotten into you that you would speak of our daughter that way," I fired back. "Your little slut daughter has been fucking those two black boys across the street. I came home today and one was fucking her doggystyle while she sucked the other one's dick!" I stood there completely stunned at hearing those words. I just could not believe it. Then Gregory turned to my daughter, who had been sitting silently throughout this entire exchange and asked, "Do you know how it felt as a father to walk through the door and see my daughter being fucked like a whore by 2 guys? To see those two grunting and moaning as they pounded into your body? To see that boy smacking your ass and groping your titties? To watch that boy cum in your mouth and to see his brother bust his nut in your pussy without even a condom for protection? Do you even get the severity of what you did? Do you..." "Gregory, you may be being a bit too hard on her," I interrupted. "I'm not being hard enough!" he shouted. He turned back to my daughter and continues, "Here is how it's going to be from now on: You are not to continue your little 'friendship' with those boys. In fact, you are not to speak to those boys. You are to stay completely away from those boys from now on!" Finally my daughter looked up and nodded meekly while mumbling a soft "Yes, daddy. I understand. I'm so sorry this happened." She really did seem sorry. "I only did it, because I was just really horny," my daughter continued. "Hungry for black cock!" my husband accused. "No, daddy. It wasn't that. I'm not some black cock hungry made up porn character. I was just horny and they were my friends and they were there. It wasn't about skin color," she said. "I don't want to hear any more of this shit," my husband replied and quickly walked out of the room in anger. In all honesty, I could understand where she was coming from. Sometimes when you're horny, judgment goes out the window. Later on in our bedroom, my husband was still fuming from the incident. "Honey," he said "I just can't believe she would behave that way, let alone behave that way with 2 niggers? What was she thinking? Doesn't she know that it's wrong. I'm just so upset. Quite frankly, somebody needs to go over there and have a talk with Mac and tell him that he needs to learn how to raise his sons properly so that they're not coming into white people's houses and fucking their daughters!" Fearing that the situation might become violent if my husband went over to Mac's house, I volunteered to go over there and talk some sense into him myself. The next day I walked over to Mac's place. When he opened the front door, he was shirtless, wearing just a pair of jeans. Needless to say, I was surprised. He had rippling abs that caused me to become a bit distracted. "We need to talk," I said, trying not to stare. "What do we need to talk about?" he asked as we walked to the living room. "Well, I'm sure you know by now about the little incident that happened yesterday between our kids. In light of the situation, my husband and I think it best if you keep your children away from our daughter. My husband wants your sons to stay away from our daughter." "Oh, I see," he said nodding, "and what is it that you want." "I'm sorry, I don't understand," I replied. "Oh, I think you understand just fine," he said, walking toward me. "What is it you want?" "I don't know what you're talking about," I said, still trying not to look at his exposed chest, "I just came over here to tell you that and that's it." "Let Mac Daddy make this a little easier for you, sweetheart," he said. Then, to my complete shock, he began to take his pants off. "Listen, Mac. I don't know what you think is going to happen here, but this isn't some cheesy porno, I came over here to talk about my daughter and that's it." By this time, he had finished removing his pants. Apparently, he had not been wearing underwear. He stood before me completely naked. He was sporting a giant erection. I just stood there in silence, too surprised to move. I had to admit to myself that I was turned on. But I was a married woman. I wasn't going to cheat on my husband with my next door neighbor. It was just tacky, quite frankly. I wasn't going to cheat, no matter how sexy his abs were or how much I liked looking at his cock. I didn't even like black guys. "I'll be going now. I hope you take my husband's wishes into account and keep your sons away." I started to walk toward the door. Then he grabbed my arm, spun me around and kissed me. Hard. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I didn't do anything to stop him. I hadn't planned this. I hadn't wanted this, but now that it had started, I made no attempt to stop it. He stopped kissing me then and motioned for me to follow him up the stairs to his bedroom. I could've left right there. I thought about it. I wanted to leave. But I also wanted to stay. I followed him upstairs. Once inside the bedroom, he locked the door and commanded me to get undressed. I quickly got naked. It was clear from his demeanor that this was not going to be a sweet love making session. We were going to fuck. We were going to fuck like animals. I got onto the bed and he crawled between my legs and began rubbing his big black cock against my clit. I was getting wetter and wetter. Without further warning he shoved his dick inside of my vagina. I let out a soft, low moan. He felt incredible inside of me. He bent down and kissed me. Then he began pounding into me as I lay there spread eagle on the bed moaning in pleasure. "Give it to me Mac. Give me that big black dick. Don't stop," I yelled out as he pounded into me. He began to fondle my tits as he fucked me. Then, much to my surprise, he picked me up and switched me into the doggystyle position. I grabbed onto the wall in front of me and Mac grabbed onto my hips and thrust back into me. We were making a lot of noise and the headboard was slamming into the wall with every thrust as we fucked wildly. Mac started pulling my hair and rubbing my tits, which surprised me because Gregory had never pulled my hair in bed before. I was even more surprised to find that I was very turned on by it. It made me feel like a bit of a slut and in that moment I was enjoying it. Mac turned me around then and sat on the bed with me straddling him. I began to gyrate my hips back and forth, thoroughly enjoying being fucked by this unfamiliar cock. Mac began to kiss and suck my tits. This wasn't the polite kissing that I occasionally received from Gregory. This was lust driven sucking and slurping and biting. He was sucking on one of my tits as he rubbed the other with his hands and then he would switch and suck the one he had been rubbing and rub the one he had been sucking. This drove me absolutely over the edge and I came. Hard. As I was coming, I began to shout at the top of my lungs, "oh yes, fuck me Mac, i love your dick, fuck me, cum in me Mac, so good!" At that moment, I felt Mac thrust deeply into me as he came. It wasn't until that moment that I thought about the fact that he hadn't been wearing a condom this whole time. Luckily for both of us, I was on birth control, so I didn't have to worry about pregnancy. After coming down from our orgasms, we both just sat there for a while, entwined on the bed, with his dick still inside of me. Then I came to my senses. I could not believe what I had just done. I quickly jumped up from the bed and got my clothes together. "Where you goin' baby?" Mac asked. "I need to get home," I said. "Well drop by anytime," he said with a smug laugh. "Look, just keep your boys away from my daughter. Please," I said desperately. "Alright, alright. Will do," he replied. I finished getting dress and walked back to my house. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I had just cheated on my husband with our neighbor. I had just had one of the best fucks of my life, but I knew I couldn't let it happen again. Knowing the way that my husband felt about black people and especially the way he felt about Mac, I knew I had made a huge mistake. I made a promise to myself on that day that what happened today would never happen again. I had gone over there to get Mac to make his sons stay away from our daughter and in the end he had made that promise to me. I just hoped he would keep it and that we could put this whole thing behind us without my husband finding out. To Be Continued...