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The 21yo neighbour - a young black bull, adopted from Somalia by aid worker parents - stared at his neighbour’s wife’s ass, firm and smooth as a peach, and the prize that lurked within. He could smell the sex in the room, and it brought back memories of watching soldiers holding down women and girls, forcing their large hard black cocks into tight unwilling cunts, to cries and grunts, slaps, threats and submission. Since moving next door, he had seen her, several times, sleeping naked, blinds open, covered by a thin sheet that moulded to her mature ripe body. He could see straight into her room, from his, if he tried, and in the days and weeks that followed, he tried hard. Home schooled, his only female “contact” was the neighbour, who liked to wear shorts, displaying her ass and lithe thighs, and a shirt she tied up beneath her full breasts, as she worked around the house and grounds. More and more, he found himself tracking her movements, stroking his hard cock and remembering the soldiers. He imagined what they would do to this woman, her cries, her submission…. Then she befriended his adopted mother, and began to call in regularly for coffee and a chat. Her surprise, when he was introduced as their son, had pissed him off, at first, but her warmth and the hug she gave him, now, whenever she called; the pecks on the cheek when she left, or the compliments about being such a strong, polite young boy; all these drove him to his room, where he would masturbate furiously, shooting ropes of heavy cum all over her, in his mind; filling her womb with his seed. But earlier today, she had popped in to see his mum and then begged off early, saying she had a killer headache. “I’m going to take some migraleve and a Xanax, try and sleep it off. My husband is away with work, so I have the place all to myself. See you, Sara, you too, Tariq.” He had watched her walk back to her home, those hips swaying and undulating in her shorts, teasing him, he was certain. It was all for him. She knew of his interest, he thought. He watched her in her kitchen, popping some pills - it looked like two or three Xanax, but his spotter scope couldn’t quite make out the pack. That would knock her out, for hours, he mused. It was almost 8pm, now. He watched her enter her bedroom and close the curtain. Through the gap, his scope made out the shirt coming off, her tanned back, a flash of nipple - teasing slut! Then she was beneath the sheets and all was still. He carried on his evening routine as usual. Multiple choice quiz, with father, at 9pm - on biology, fittingly - then snack, prayers, and bed. He waited, in the darkness, listening to the house quieten. They had no pets, and they didn’t set any alarm, as his dad wandered, for water, sometimes. Around 1am, he dressed, quietly, snuck out his room and downstairs. Letting himself out of the house, he crossed swiftly, avoiding the lawn lighting that surrounded the front door. Trying the back door, he was unsurprised to find it locked. This was a safe neighbourhood, but…. It was only a Yale, though, and the cellophane easily popped it for him. His birth father had been a car thief and burglar, before dying in a civil conflict, and Tariq had learned this almost as soon as he could walk. Cars were equally at risk from him, if he applied himself. The lock popped and he was inside with barely a whisper of sound. He stopped, waiting a full three minutes, in case she was not alone - even though he had not seen anyone arrive. Nothing. He mounted the stairs, the blood fairly fizzing in his veins, singing with adrenaline, hormones and pure lust. And now he stood before her naked body, face down, unmoving. His own naked body gleamed in a shaft of moonlight, arching through the gap in the curtains - he smiled to think he could be watching himself if he were at home now. He climbed on to the bed and she did not move. His naked thick young cock nestled between her buttocks, like a bar of solid night, cleaving this perfect moon of soft firm warm smooth flesh. He inhaled her aroma, hardening further, his balls churning and hardening, where they nestled beneath her asscheeks. He could wait no longer. He spat on his hand, greased his length, with his large bony young hand, and pressed forward, guiding his cockhead between her cheeks until he felt her cunt split around him, engulfing his tip in molten wet heat. He pushed again, and slid in halfway, his cockhead finding her cervix, resisting further entry. Unsatisfied, he slid back, so only his head was inside her glorious MILF body, and then shoved, mightily, feeling her body stiffen as she groaned beneath him, his iron hard thick young cock battering her cervix upward, as it lost resistance and began to part for his relentless pressure. He gasped as she pushed her ass back against him, taking him ballsdeep now, and her body shuddered, as mewling and whimpering, she came, still buried deep, in her drugged sleep. He rode her for hours. Turning her on her back, he fucked her hard and fast, his belly smacking against hers, driving grunts from her, as he sucked and bit at her hard swollen nipples. Flipping her back on to her belly, he assfucked her, hard and fast and deep, enjoying her unwitting orgasms; knowing at once that she was no virgin to this, but not too practiced, either. He came nine times, using her like the utter fucktoy of his darkest most brutal fantasies, leaving bright red handprints on her breasts, back, belly, thighs and of course, on her glowing red ass! By the time he was drained, dawn was breaking and the gentle light showed him her swollen, red cunt; the marks on her hips, where he had held her as he pounded her unresisting body - subconsciously willing, he was certain; the swarm of teeth marks and hickeys on her tits and at her throat, though…? How to explain those? He carried her to the shower, washing her throughly, his long fingers probing and delving into her cunt and ass, making her cum three more times, before he was done. Drying her, he carried her back to the bed, smoothing the sweatsoaked rumpled sheets, which he examined for cum. He used a damp cloth to get rid of most of that, and hoped it would dry. Finally, he popped another Xanax from the sheet, downstairs, and fed it to her, with some water, helping her to swallow it. Perhaps it would wash the taste of his cum out of her mouth, he mused, as he chuckled and stared at her naked body, once again. The body he now knew almost as well as his own. Every mole, every dimple, every erogenous spot… his fucktoy.
In that moment, even as he crossed back to his own home, having pulled the latched door shut behind him, he knew… knew he would be back, to plant more of his seed in the (perhaps still fertile) belly of his unsuspecting cockteasing new white fucktoy!
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