
THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD

BY
Stardog Champion
jprobx@webtv.net

"So here are your two sets of keys, rent is due by the 5th of every
month and you have my business card with my phone number if there are
any questions," the fatherly looking landlord said in his most friendly
voice to his two newest tenants. "I hope you enjoy your apartment."

"Yeah, I got a question," a scrufy looking Bobby Raymond bellowed.
"There ain't any niggers living around here are there?"

The living room in Bobby and Brenda Raymond's first apartment suddenly
grew silent and uncomfortably tense, as any room would when someone
asked something as stupid and hateful as Bobby Raymond had just done.
Brenda hit her husband squarly in the ribs with her elbow while trying
to smile off his insensitve query to the landlord.

"OOOUUUCCHHH, what did you do that for?" Bobby asked his wife angrily.

The friendly older gentlean smiled back at Brenda, thankful he wasn't
the one that had to live with Bobby and said simply in reply, "I think
you will find all your neighbors to be very friendly and helpful. No one
has ever had a serious complaint here in years. I'll be going, you two
have fun moving in."
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Brenda Raymond could now officially begin nesting in her new home. It
had taken four long and arduous years of marriage to finally move out of
the poorest trailer park in Russell County.
She had realized early in her marriage to her high school sweetheart
that he really was the jerk that her family and friends had told her he
was while they were dating. 

Still, Bobby did hold a job and he did bring home what money he didn't
gamble or drink away and after four years of trying , the Raymond's
finally could afford a small one bedroom apartment near the local
college. Sadly, Brenda also recognized, if Bobby had an ounce of common
sense and committmet to building a relationship, they could have
afforded the place two years earlier.

Like any learned behavior, Brenda Jean Raymond had seen what her mother
had put up with in dealing with her father while she was growing up and
eventhough she swore she'd never tolerate the same shit, those were the
only coping mechanisms and expectations she learned. The Hell you know
is better than the Hell you don't.

Rationalizing the situation, Brenda was happy that at least Bobby held a
stable job and most months the bills did all  get paid.

Standing at the sink, rinsing out some glasses that she had packed in
newspaper, Brenda could hear Bobby yell to her from the living room.

"When are we going to get the Goddamn cable hooked up!" Bobby snarled
from the still unpacked living room."I wanted to watch the tractor pull
tomorrow tonight!"

"Honey," Brenda replied, walking from the kitchen into the living room,
"I thought we could at least spend our first night here in our new
place..you know..sorta...breaking it in."

Her shy suggestion was met with silence as she stared at Bobby sitting
on one of thier old tattered chairs, his head buried inside a hot rod
magazine.

Too prideful and shy to make her suggestion again, Brenda turned and
went back to organizing her new kitchen.

While she pittled in the kitchen, trying to decide where everything
should go, Brenda harkened back to three days earlier when she met the
landlord at the apartment to see if it was what her and Bobby wanted.
She had to come alone that day because Bobby was busy at work and she
knew that the decision of whether to take the place or not rested with
her. It would be the first major decision she had ever had to make.

The apartment complex was in a nice neighborhood. With the local college
so close, police patrols were much more frequent than they were in the
trailer parks she had lived in for first  twenty one years if her life,
the neighbors according to the landlord, consisted of a mix of young
couples, a few college students and some retirees who had sold thier
homes looking for something smaller to look after.

As Brenda looked around the landscape of the complex, she was pleased to
see that all the cars in sight had four tires that actually touched the
ground. Use to being surrounded by cars suspended endlessly on concrete
blocks in the trailer parks all her life, she jumped at the chance to
move into a neighborhood where drunk rednecks wouldn't be unleashing
thier rebel yells all night long while revving thier souped up car
engines.

Preparing to tell the landlord that she thought the place would be
perfect, a dark sportscar swung into the parking spot next door to the
apartment Brenda was preparing to accept.

Watching as a tall, broad shouldered black guy lumbered out of the car,
Brenda felt a tangible knot form in her stomach as the gentleman
casually acknowledged Brenda and the landlord standing beside her with a
stack of forms in his hands. As the man made his way into his apartment
, both Brenda and the landlord smiled and nodded thier heads back in
return.

"That's Marvin....Marvin Jones I believe. He and his girlfriend..Dawn...
I think it is, have lived here for about three months. They seem like a
nice couple," the grizzled landlord said ,sensing Brenda's sudden
unease.

Brenda nodded back at the landlord trying to act like she was still
composed.

This would be a problem Brenda thought to herself. Moving Bobby away
from his buddies at the trailer park would be tough enough as it was.
Now the spector of having thier new neighbors being black would
certainly provide some long nights of listening to her husband bitch and
bitch.

Still, Brenda wanted the place, if not for anything else than to simply
start a new life. It was about time Bobby grew up anyway she thought.

"I think we'll take it, " Brenda firmly told the landlord.

"OK," the older gentleman smiled."Let me just hunt up a copy of the
lease for you to sign and you and your husband can move in anytime after
12 noon tomorrow.
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Hearing the front door of the apartment next door slam shut, Brenda
Raymond was awakened from her momentary daydream thinking about the
meeting three days earlier. As she continued straightening the kitchen,
Brenda couldn't help but remember  the way the guy that lives next door
named Marvin briefly gazed at her while she was looking at the
apartment. Even that second or two stare had made her feel more like a
sexual being than a any other time that she could remember.

The way that Marvin's gaze took in all of Brenda's features from head to
toe in a matter of only seconds as he smiled at her before disappearing
into his apartment gave Brenda a strange carnal pause.

She was 21 years old, had curly brown hair that fell over her shoulders,
a healthy amount of freckles across her slightly chubby face and a few
freckles that also fell across her creamy white chest as well. Brenda
was average height and had 36C breasts that had attracted a lot of
attention from the boys she had gone to high school with.

But Bobby was the only one of those boys who had a job, thus the only
one that had his own car and spending money, so inevitably she had spent
a lot of time with Bobby and with the environment she was raised, she
figured she couldn't do any better than him, thus marriage eventually
grew out of it soon after her 17th birthday.

While she weighed just over 120 pounds on her wedding day, the routine
that four years of marriage had created, of not running the streets and
partying until all hours of the morning combined with the fact that all
she did at home during the day was eat because Bobby didn't want her
working had led Brenda to put on nearly 30 pounds since they tied the
knot. 

Occasionally, Brenda would look at her wedding dress hanging in her
closet wanting to try it on but knowing there was no way she could ever
get into in her present state.

Every night while she tried falling asleep, she'd swear that she would
start a new diet in the morning, but will power along with her taste in
men had never been one of her strengths. Brenda had become numb to the
constant 'fat' jokes Bobby rained down on her when he was feeling
threatened and inadaquate himself. The only solice she took was that
Bobby's usually drunk or high friends all seemed to agree that the
weight she had put on had all been gained in the right places.

"Brenda, I'm hungary....why don't you run over to the store and buy us
some stuff to make some sandwiches," Bobby loudly asked from the living
room.

Brenda turned and faced her husband sitting in the chair now reading the
newspaper. She desperatly wanted to tell him, "you got two good feet and
two good hands, go get it yourself" but realizing she needed a little
fresh air herself, she agreed to go.

"Get me a pack of cigarettes while you're there too," Bobby said
absently, now lost in the crime log of the paper.
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Easing her husband's pickup back into thier apartment's parking space,
Brenda noticed her two new neighbors closing thier front door and
heading to thier car.

Pulling the two bags of grocieries from the passenger seat, Brenda got
out of the truck and shyly said "Hello" as the handsome black couple
approached.

"I guess we're going to be neighbors," Brenda added . "My name is
Brenda....Brenda Raymond."

"I'm Dawn," replied the perky, petite young black girl. "This is my
fiance Marvin. We've lived here for about three months."

"Do you like it here?" Brenda asked, trying to make conversation.

"It's nice around here, pretty quiet. Marvin and I graduated from school
last year and we just decided to stay here in town for a while....didn't
we Marvin?" Dawn said nicely, elbowing her fiance in the ribs imploring
him to be more friendly and say something.

"Yeah, yeah, its not a bad place to live." Marvin said quickly to
Brenda."Love to stay and talk ma'am, but me and Dawn we've got to get to
the club...its good to meet you."

"OK..OK..we'll get a chance to talk later... Brenda," Dawn said sensing
Marvin's hurry.

"Bye," Brenda said quietly, watching the couple walk away. 

Like a blur, Marvin whisked Dawn towards thier car and opened the door,
politely letting her in before closing the door behind her.

Brenda couldn't help noticing how attractive Dawn and Marvin looked
together. Both were young, virile and in shape. Brenda fixated on how
tall Marvin was compared to how compact an bubbly Dawn seemed. A
cheerleader and football player, Brenda guessed.

She also couldn't help herself from imaging how the two looked in bed
together. As she tried developing a mental picture of how the scene
would look, tingly goosebumps danced on her spine as she watched
Marvin's sportscar rev to life and back out.

Brenda Raymond, then Brenda Fisher, had grown up with two racist parents
in a neighborhood that only served to foster those beliefs. The mere
presense of a black person caused the people she grew up around head's
to turn. The  thought of ever getting involved with one was met with
about the same likelyhood as setting foot on Mars. 

Still, all alone in her bed at night while growing up as her body
increasingly rumbled with pent up longings, the thought of something so
taboo and off limits only tweaked the rebellous bone inside Brenda's
psyche.

As she turned towards her front door, grocieries in hand, she could feel
herself tremble slightly after being in the presense of the obvious
sexual chemistry between Marvin and Dawn. It was something that was next
to nonexistant in her own life.

"Where have you been Brenda?," were the first words out of Bobby's mouth
as soon as she walked inside the apartment."And who were you talking to
out there?"

Brenda simply said that she was introducing herself to thier nieghbors
as she made her way with the grocieries into the kitchen.

"Where are my cigarettes?" Bobby replied, taking no notice of what
Brenda had said.

Brenda took Bobby's Marlboro Red's out of her pocket and slung them
directly at Bobby, catching him just below his left shoulder.

Bobby looked back at his wife with a keen sense of contempt in his eyes
as he bent down to pick up his new pack of smokes from the floor.

Noticing the empty pile of Old Milwauke cans had grown to 9, Brenda
began to sense that her first night with her husband in thier new digs
was going to be painfulluy similair to the nights back at the trailer.

Brenda knew the routine like clockwork. She would go to the bedroom and
try to go to sleep only to be awakened sometime after midnight by Bobby
stumbling to bed with his drunken lust. Bobby would proceed to mount
Brenda and fuck her slopily for the better part of two and half minutes,
then he would fall off to the side and pass out leaving Brenda sticky
and far from satisfied.

Brenda decided to take a long hot shower in her large new tub to try and
relax herself thinking maybe if she could knock herself out like a
light, Bobby would just give up and leave her alone when he finally
decided to come to bed. Unfortunatly like the hundreds of night's
before, Brenda had to endure Bobby's advances.

As if she was on autopilot, Brenda layed there sometime after midnight
and heard Bobby stumble into the bedroom. Trapped between the nether
world of sleep and wakefulness, Brenda could clearly smell the alcohol
of her husband's breath as he neared.

Plunginmg down beside his wife, Bobby began getting frisky with her and
knowing it was friutless to fight it, Brenda turned towards Bobby and
with all the enthusiasm of a factory worker going about thier chore, she
opened her legs and allowed Bobby to fumble with his cock until he was
inside of her and awkwardly pumping up and down.

As she lay there waiting for Bobby to finish, Brenda humorously thought
to herself, she could almost count out the seconds until Bobby blew his
load. As the numbers flipped off in her head,"47..48..49..50.."right
when she got to "51" she felt Bobby's sinewy body go tense and his cock
send a days woth of pent up cum into her bored pussy.

Just as he came, like clockwork, Bobby fell off his wife and fell asleep
beside her, his now deflated and messy cock limply flailing out of the
fly of his boxer shorts.

Brenda pulled herself up and immediatly went into the bathroom to clean
herself up before returning to the small area of the bed that Bobby
wasn't hogging to try and get some sleep.

In the relative hush of her new bedroom, as Brenda layed herself back
down, she could hear a faint distant squeeking sound coming from
somewhere. At first, Brenda just thought it was her tired mind playing
tricks on her but as she postitioned herself under the covers, the sound
only increased in volume.

Taking one of the pillows that Bobby had commondeered and stuffing it
behind her head, Brenda found herself holding her breath, trying to
determine where the sound was coming from.

The first time she heard a high pitched gasp, the realization hit Brenda
Raymond, as she lay there silently in her own bed , that the sounds were
coming from the bedroom adjacent to thiers, Dawn and Marvin's bedroom
next door.

Trying to block out the sounds of Bobby's labored breathing beside her,
Brenda settled under the weight of the blanket and sheet listening as
hard as she could for some sign to confirm her suspicions.

The frantic sounds of springs straining under an intense assault only
increased, filling the Raymond's bedroom with the unmistakable
soundtrack of sex taking place just on the other side of the bedroom
wall.

Suddenly, over the grinding of the bedsprings, Brenda was sure she could
hear the gratified and potent sounds of both a male and a female voice
in the throws of ecstacy. Brenda tensed under the covers, the darkness
in the room beginning to spin around her as she desperatly tried
focusing all her attention on the noises rifling through her head.

On and on the mutual assault next door went as Brenda unwittingly  eased
her right hand under the sheet covering her and started stroking her
already cum soiled bush. The thrill of being an innocent voyuer had
overtaken Brenda's consciousness as she continued to nervously easedrop.

With her husband passed out, snoring lightly beside of her, Brenda
gently began twirling her chubby fingers in and out over the folds of
her now wet pussy and dense pubic fur.

Closing her eyes, casting her eyes deep into the chasm of her self
imposed darkness, Brenda Raymond tried picturing what Marvin and Dawn
looked like as thier bodies collided viciously together causing such a
frantic, never ending amount of noise to come from the bedroom next
door.

Opening her eyes to look up at the clock on the bedstand, Brenda watched
as the minutes clicked away. On and on Marvin and Dawn went at it,
1:30....1:35..1:40...1:45...... Brenda simply shock her head
disbelievingly as she continued lovingly stroking her aroused pussy. She
couldn't fathom any two people going at it at that pace for that long.
After just giving Bobby his nightly two minutes of fame, she didn't feel
right calling what she had come to know as sex, sex, after listening for
the better part of an half an hour to what was taking place just a few
fet away on the other side of the wall.

Finally, at a few minutes till 2am, Brenda's ears were filled with the
fantastic sounds of a  male and female voice sharing an exhausting
orgasm. As the sounds of Marvin and Dawn gasping for air next door
filled her ears, Brenda suddenly found herself biting down hard onto the
pillow beside her head as her fingers pressed down like a vice on her
uplifted clit causing her to swivel her hips back and forth under the
covers, trying as best she could not to disturb the sleeping mass that
was her husband beside her.

A long series of low gasps hiccuped out of Brenda's mouth like a teapot
full of steam as she stroking her spasming pussy, relished one of her
infrequent foreys into sexual gratification. One way or the other,
Brenda Raymond could now fall asleep satisfied.
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For the better part of the next day, Brenda replayed the previous
night's voyeuristic secret in her head. When she closed her eyes she
could almost hear Dawn and Marvin's gasping moans and shrill ecstatic
screams of release as they brought each other to a delightful
spontanious orgasm. 

Pacing the house after Bobby had left for work, Brenda pittled trying to
occupy her mind, After the cable guy had left around 11am getting the tv
up and running, Brenda turned it on and was confronted with reminders of
the night before at every turn. Everytime she saw something romantic on
a soap opera or a young couple on a talk show, Brenda's longing gaze
locked on the bedroom wall seprating the two apartments. When she saw a
young black couple on Jenny Jones discussing thier intimate issues,
Brenda could literaly feel her temperature start to rise.

Brenda actively tried thinking up something to do to get herself out of
the house but everytime she seemed to look down, she saw that her
sensitive pink nipples were shamelessly erect and tingling inside her
teeshirt. The last thing she wanted to do was go out in public with her
high beams on on such a nice Spring day.

Finally at about 5pm, Brenda couldn't take anymore and had to get out
for some fresh air. Eventhough Bobby was due home around 6, she got the
distinct feeling he might want to visit a few of his friends before
coming home.

Making a small grociery list, Brenda called a cab and went to the local
Walmart Supercenter and picked up a few supplies for the apartment.

On the way back home in the backseat of the cab, Brenda's thoughts of
the night before smoldered inside of her. Seeing that Bobby's truck
wasn't home yet, Brenda held out hope in her mind that perhaps she could
get to relive last night's 'fun' without her husband around.

As she payed her fare and began lugging her grocieries to the door in
the light of dusk, suddenly those hopes for Brenda were dashed.

Putting her key in the door, Brenda turned suddenly when Dawn eased out
of her apartment dressed in her waitress uniform and headed for Marvin's
car.

"Hello," Brenda said in a friendly tone, trying not to look to obvious
in picturing Dawn from the night before, naked and writhing underneath
her large and powerful fiance.

"Hi.....just getting home from work Brenda?" Dawn asked.

"No...just had to get a few things to put in the refrigerator. My
husband's got to have his beer you know," Brenda smiled.

"Lucky him," Dawn said "I've headed to work myself...there till 2. One
of the night girls called in sick," Dawn said exasperated. "At least the
tips are better at night."

"Hope it goes by quickly," Brenda said, pushing her front door open.

"Me too," Dawn replied. "I'll see you later."

"OK," Brenda nodded before disappearing into her apartment.

Muttering 'Damn' under her breath, Brenda sat the bags of food down
realizing her night at home wouldn't be all she hoped it would.

As she turned to open the fridge, the blinking light on the answereing
machine flashing on and off caught her attention.

Hitting the button, Brenda heard the brief message Bobby had left 15
minutes earlier telling her that he would be a 'little late' coming
home. A 'little late' for Bobby meant anytime before sunrise.

As aroused as she had been all day, Brenda thought naughtily to herself,
she wouldn't had minded having sex with  Bobby if she had the mental
images from last night to focus on while he tried to fuck her. A little
sexual detachment can really help a failing marriage if used correctly.
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Brenda's evening alone ticked away slowly. 7 turned into 8 then 9 and 10
without any word from Bobby. Finally at 10:30, with Brenda half aslep on
the sofa, a pair of bright headlights filled her living room as a
vehical pulled in and parked outside. Her first thought was that Bobby
had finally found his way home.

When she raised up off the sofa however and peeked her head around the
curtain, she saw that it wasn't Bobby's truck outside, rather a late
model Bronco.

Watching through her small living room window, a sudden jolt of
electricity rushed through Brenda's body when she saw the two
individuals seated in the car as the overhead light illuminated the
inside of the vehical.

Brenda clutched the blanket covering her tightly in her fists as she
watched her neighbor Marvin ease out of the large Bronco and strut
slowly over to the driver's side and help the blonde woman he was with
out.

As the two made thier way around the vehical and proceeded up the walk
to the front door of Marvin's apartment, Brenda's eyes opened wide,
taking in the full sight of the statuesque natural blonde her neighbor
was escorting into his aprtment. In her heels, the woman was  nearly as
tall as Marvin himself, nearly 6 foot 2. She had long wavy, almost
angelic looking thick hair and was wearing a short white miniskirt with
a tan on her legs that eliminated the need for stockings.

Arm in arm the couple slipped into Marvin's place, disappearing a moment
before Brenda heard the door slam shut from next door, rattling her
nerves to the core.

Inhaling a long deep breath, Brenda felt her temples throb and her body
tingle like a series of cold needles had been jammed into her hands and
feet as she tried registering what she had seen. Without realizing she
had, partly because her feet were both asleep, Brenda had eased up off
the sofa and had slowly and quietly made her way over to the wall of the
living room adjoining the two apartments.

Although she would have reacted harshly if anyone would have ever
accused her of being a voyuer, that was exactly what she was preparing
to do. Pressing the side of her head against the cool flatness of the
wall, Brenda Raymond swallowed hard and took two lungs full of air as
she tried eavesdropping on what the black stud next door was doing with
the picturesque white woman that had brought him home.

It had to just be a friend of Dawn's , Brenda rationalized, just giving
him a lift home because his fiance had his car while she was at work.

Pushing her ear as far as it would go against the wall, Brenda listened
with baited breath.

As hard as she tried, Brenda still could only hear snipets of
conversation  coming from next door. As she closed her eyes, desperatly
trying to eliminate all her other sensory input so her hearing would be
heightened, she could make out faint sounds of moaning and wet kissing
noises. Through the wall, Brenda thought she could hear Marvin's deep
voice tell the woman he was with that they had to get what they were
going to get done by 2 before Dawn was due home.

Standing against the wall, Brenda could feel her heart pound in her
chest when the first audiable gasps from the woman Marvin was with began
striking her eardrums. 

"Ohhhhhh....yeeeaaahhhhh..right....there..yeah...right...therrrreeee,"The
pretty blonde cooed, obviously enjoying what Marvin was doing to her.

Brenda could suddenly hear the floor planks next door begin to creak
under the weight of the two bodies as they walked steadily towards
Marvin's bedroom. Almost as if she was on tracks following the trail of
Marvin and his white female friend, Brenda found herself sliding down
the length of the wall in her socked feet , following the trail into her
own bedroom.

Collapsing her weight once again against her bedroom wall, Brenda
resumed her voyeristic eavesdropping attempts as Marvin led his picked
up piece of white pussy into his fiance's   own bedroom.

With the side of her head pressed tightly against the wall, Brenda
blindly reached down and slid the sweatpants she was wearing over her
ripe, full hips and down her thighs until she could awkwardly lift her
feet up to stomp the pants down around her ankles, leaving her brown
hairy pussy completly uncovered.

In her  carnal craving to hear two such gifted specimans have sex,
Brenda gave no thought to the fact that if her husband Bobby walked in
the door at any moment he would see his wife, naked from the waist down,
frantically rubbing her pussy as she pressed her head fiendishly agaist
the bedroom wall, trying to hear anything she could of the taboo scene
next door.

"DEARRRRR...GGGAAAWWWDDD," Brenda could hear the now cock gorged woman
next door whimper desperatly.
'YOURRRRR...SOOOAHHHHHHHH..FUCKIIINNNN....BBBIIGGGGGGGAAHHHH...AHHHH...AHHHH!"

Brenda could hear the familiar sounds of the bedsprings from next door
stretch and collapse with reckless abondon just as she had heard
secretly the night before.

Pulling her head back slightly from the wall, Brenda realized the
intense pounding from the other side of the wall could now be clearly
heard from anywhere in her bedroom. Still, the assault only seemed to
become more and more frantic until she seemed to stroke her pussy to the
same exact rythem Marvin had built up on the slut her had brought home
to fuck while his fiance Dawn, was earning her paycheck waiting tables.

Brenda could hear Marvin cockily talk down to the tall well built blonde
in the most filthy and base language as he made the blonde's body
flower around his incessant pounding. 

"You like the way I fuck..... dontcha bitch..dontcha. You couldn't keep
your eyes off me at the bar.....you wanted some of this and now you got
it...think you can take all of this black cock...come on ...THINK YOU
CAN TAKE IT ALLLLLL!" Marvin groaned down at his conquest, jamming his
black spear deep into her quim. When he said the word 'ALL',  the blonde
yelped loudly underneath his weight.

"I'm gonna fuck you right here and make that sweet.... tight.... little
white... pussy of your's cum right her in the same bed that I'm gonna
fuck my cute little black girlfriend in when she brings her ass home
from work," Marvin smugly snarled.

Brenda immediatly fell back against the wall, not paying any attention
to the fact that she smacked it pretty hard with her body weight and
listened as the woman next door let out a continuous flow of tortured
yet fulfilled gasps as Marvin kept his intense, grinding pressure up.

Fingering her pussy lewdly, Brenda clumsily began humping her hips back
and forth causing her exposed, saturated pussy lips to smack against the
wall wetly as he hand spun ruthlessly between her sensitive juicy folds.

As the blonde slut Marvin had brought home let out a long protracted
scream, so did Brenda. Biting her lips and tongue savagly so that no one
could hear her release, Brenda stood there  cringing against the wall as
wave after wave of orgasmic overload swept through her half naked being.
Falling to her knees, Brenda succumb to her lust, allowing the full
brunt of the guilty treat to overcame her.

After she was able to compose herself, Brenda lazily pulled her
sweatpants back up as she regained her balance and headed into the
bathroom to wash her flushed face with a cold rag, wondering what her
young black neighbor would think if he knew he had gotten two women, in
two different rooms, off at the same time.
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After satisfying herself, Brenda layed down on her empty bed and before
she knew it sleep had overtaken her. It wasn't until well after three in
the morning that she heard Bobby stumble through the front door. Waiting
for him to collapse against her in the bed, after a few moments when he
didn't come Brenda realized that Bobby probably crashed on the sofa and
passed out there.

When she woke up after 7, Brenda pulled herself up knowing she had to go
to her sister's and baby sit her 3 year old neice while her sister Darla
went to a doctor's appointment.

Showering, Brenda bathed in the glow of two straight nights of
gratifying sex, allbeit, not in the most conventional manner. Quickly
throwing on a pair of black leggings and a sweater, Brenda walked from
her bedroom into the living room and saw her husband flopped out on the
sofa, the stench of alcohol surrounding his body.

Brenda looked down on her husband of 4 years with a mix of contempt for
his actions and a peaceful acceptance of that was just how things were.
That second feeling was helped out a bit by the fact that her hormones
were finally getting the stimulation they had been craving from her last
to nights mastabatory releases.

When she got to her sister's, Brenda could see in Darla's eyes that her
sister sensed Brenda's glow. 

"Good God Bren...Bobby must have really given it to you good last
night....look how rosy those cheeks are! You are positively radiating,"
Darla said in her southern, country twang.

Brenda just smiled back without admitting what the real cause for her
radiance was.

After Darla returned from the doctors, both women feeling invigorated,
they decided to pack up the car for a trip to the mall in town to look
around, have lunch, and catch up on the past few weeks. Before Brenda
knew it, it was well after 5 in the afternoon and she was sure in the
state Bobby was in when she left that morning he probably didn't go to
work. If he had been sitting around all day alone in the apartment,
Brenda was sure he would be in one foul mood when she got back.

"I guess I better be getting home Darla, Bobby will be home soon looking
for dinner," Brenda said, not telling her sister about his late night
carousing, eventhough she knew that her sister knew what kind of guy
Bobby Raymond was.
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About a half hour later, Darla dropped Brenda off at her new place and
commented to her sister that Bobby's truck was already in the parking
space. "Guess he's home Bren..?"

"His truck is.....doesn't mean he is," Brenda replied sarcastically
back."Thanks for the ride I'll call you later. Love ya."

After the two sisters briefly hugged, Brenda made her way inside her
apartment to find a note from Bobby saying he'd be home later and
bitching because there was now aspirin in the house. "Guess he's out
running with his friends again and he's too cheap to put any gas in his
own truck," Brenda thought to herself.

"Oh well," Brenda sighed, balling up the post-it note and tossing it in
the trash.

About 8 that evening, settling down for a quiet night of TV, Brenda was
startled by a firm knock at her front door. "Who could that be ,"she
thought, not hearing any car pull up." We don't even know anybody here
yet." 

Wearing only a large, oversized sweatshirt and the same gray sweatpants
from the previous night, Brenda jumped up from her coozy spot on the
couch and went to the door, anxiously peeking out the spyhole to see who
it was.

When her eyes focused, Brenda saw the unmistakable tall figure of her
black neighbor Marvin, waiting patiently out on the stoop.

"What could he want?" Brenda asked herself, feeling her stomach knot up
inside her belly as she held her breath staring out the peephole.

Knowing that Marvin knew someone was there, the light was on behind the
closed blinds and the tv was up loud, Brenda felt she had no other
option than to open the door and see what her neighbor wanted.

Slowly, Brenda unlocked the door and swung it halfway open so that she
could see Mavin standing in front of it, a sly smile painted across his
chisled face.

"What's wrong?" Brenda asked sheepishly.

"Ohhh..nothing..nothing's wrong," Marvin said calmly. "I was just hoping
either you or your husband was home. I see his truck there. See, my
girlfriend drove my car to work and I really need to run up to the store
to grab a six pack and a few things for dinner. I was wondering if
either of you could give me a quick ride up the street?" He continued in
a friendly, conversational manner.

Knowing that Bobby would kill her if he ever found out, Brenda nervously
tried thinking of a way to be polite but still refuse. Never being one
that learned how to say 'no' effectively however, Brenda fumbled with
the right words to say and only managed to utter," Well....ahh..
Bobby...ahhh....my husband ain't home..if you really need to..I
guess...I ...could..I mean if it won't take very long."

Hurrying to gather her keys to Bobby's truck, Brenda slipped on her pair
of beat up sneakers as closed the door behind her, leading a pleased and
relieved Marvin to Bobby's pickup for the quick trip to the store.
___________________________________

Brenda pulled the truck back into her driveway less than 15 minutes
later, her fingers and toes both crossed that Bobby hadn't been dropped
off in the meantime. She didn't even want to think of his reaction if he
saw his wife driving his truck with a black guy in the passsenger seat.

As Brenda turned the key in the ignition off and pulled it out, she
thought privatly that this was the first time in her life she had ever
been alone with a black man, whether it be in a car, elevator, waiting
room or anywhere.

In a strange way, Brenda was a liitle unsettled that none of her 'fears'
of being alone with Marvin, or any black man for that matter, didn't
come to fruition. The whole idea of running Marvin to the store had come
about on such short notice, Brenda really didn't have time to focus on
the fear that she was now suffering from post hence. Marvin made no out
of the way comments, never once leered at her suggestively or even made
her feel uneasy in the least.

Simply thanking Brenda for the ride, Marvin grabbed his bag of beer and
sandwiches and headed for his apartment gracefully.

Walking back to her apartment, Brenda lit a Marlboro and smoked it
quickly trying to release some of the tension welling up inside her as
she down on the  still warm spot on the sofa. She still didn't quite
understand the full weight of the uneasy feelings inside her mind. Right
on the periphery of her consciousness however, Brenda Raymond was a
little disappointed that the womanizer next door showed her hardly any
attention when he had her alone.

Before Brenda could finish her cigarette, there was a knock on the door
once again. Like a nervous jack in the box, Brenda hopped up off the
couch this time and forgot to even check the peephole before opening the
door.

Marvin was again standing there in the doorway."I've seemed to have
misplaced my wallet, do you mind if I check your husband's truck, it
must have fell out of my pocket," he asked innocently.

Brenda took a deep breath, trying her best to make eyes contact with the
young black man that towered above her. "Ahhh...yeah..here are the keys,
"Brenda said handing Marvin the keychain with her trembling hand. 

Brenda felt the need to stand there and watch as Marvin went through
Bobby's pride and joy looking for his lost wallet. Because of her nerves
however, Brenda also felt the need to use the bathroom even more.

Retiring to the bathroom next to her bedroom to use the facilities while
Marvin went about her search, Brenda felt the need to inspect herself in
the bathroom mirror for a couple of seconds. Looking herself over,
Brenda straightened her hair and smiled vaguely seeing that the makeup
she had worn when she went to the mall with her sister still highlighted
her round, plain face.

Turning the bathroom light off to head back out and check on Marvin's
progress looking for his billfold, Brenda came to a freezing halt as she
took her first step back into the main area of her bedroom.

Startled with momentary fear, Brenda's whole body began to tremble as
she looked up at Marvin standing in the center of her and Bobby's
bedroom, his leather wallet clutched in his hand.

"I found it", Marvin smiled simply.

For a moment, the words didn't quite register inside Brenda's head. With
her hands tightly clutching her chest in an unmistakable display of
unexpected shock, Brenda tried desperatly to breathe and calm herself
down.

"You...found..it.......good," Brenda said breathlessly.

Brenda desperatly wanted to get out of her bedroom and head for the
relative safety of her living room but the 6 foot 2 and 225 pound
roadblock named Marvin was standing calmly in her way.

"Where's your husband?" Marvin asked out of nowhere as if he already
knew the answer.

Stunned from the inquisition, Brenda tried formulating a response.
"He's...ahhhh..he's out drinking with his friends..he could be home
...anytime though," She said as confidently as she could.

"No he won't," Marvin said bluntly as he slowly began walking towards
Brenda who was shaking in the entrance to her bathroom.

"I work with a friend of his Brenda, "Marvin continued as he inched
closer to the married woman."Your husband..Bobby.. he came into the
place the other day and bragged and bragged about this little hot piece
of pussy he was banging cross town behind his fat pig of a wife's back.
Now this was before he ever moved in but when I saw that was him I just
had to see what his wife really looked like. After all, he made her
sound pretty bad. He said this nympho he was doing on the side fucked a
whole lot better than his dull-ass wife....she'd suck his dick all night
if he asked her too."

Coming to a stop right in front of Brenda's nearly hypnotized body, he
looked down and saw the anger and hurt well up in two eyefulls of salty
tears and smiled internally when both cheeks provided the backdrop for a
long stream of teardrops as Brenda helplessly cried hearing about her
husband's cruel infidelty from the imposing black stranger cornering her
in her own bedroom.

Although she tried her best to put forth a confident face, internally,
Brenda Raymond was livid and devastated as Marvin continued his review
of Bobby's affair. With the genie out of the bottle, Brenda was angrily
left with the mental chore of picturing which one of the redneck sluts
Bobby hung around with being the one that stabbed her in the back. As
her brave face began washing away in a salty landslide of tears, Brenda
instictively fell against the tall black stranger in front of her, not
caring if he was black or whether he was the man in the moon. At that
moment in time when he worst fears had been confirmed about her husband,
Brenda just needed to be held.

Clinging to him like a magnet, Brenda's moist, tear-soaked face buried
against the front of his shirt, she fought back her sobs as Marvin
continued to soothingly tell his story of infidelity.

"When I saw Bobby was moving in the other day then found out you were
the wife he was totally dumping on...wow, that stupid boy ain't got no
taste in women whatsoever. He showed us guys a picture of the slut he
was bangin' and she didn't look nearly as good as you....that boy must
be blind when he gets drunk."

Brenda bit her tongue quickly, desperatly wanting Marvin to tell her
"what the girl Bobby was screwing looked like, did Bobby tell them her
name, what did she do that Brenda didn't in bed...."

With her arms wrapped around Marvin's tree trunk like frame, Brenda
suddenly felt a deep desire for something more than being held. She
hadn't realized it until it was too late. She remembered back to being a
teenager when her Father would not even have the decency to conceal his
extramarital affairs from her Mother. Brenda remembered siding with her
father because he was always supportive of her and she also knew first
hand what a bitch her Mother could be.

She always remembered thinking that if her Mom did her duty as a wife,
her Father would have never had a reason to stray and she also promised
herself she'd never let that happen when she bacame a wife. Now
confronted with the reality of that happening to her, Brenda Raymond was
as devastated and as vulnerable as she ever had been in her whole life.

With her body clinging to Marvin's rocksolid torso, Brenda didn't
realize that the inside of her crotch was pressing direcly against
Marvin's inner thigh. Her towering black neighbor could feel the heated
warmth radiate out from Brenda's crotch through the fabric of his shorts
telling him that his little tale of marital indiscresion had infuriated
Brenda Raymond so much that it had literally made her burn with anger.

Sensing the door was open to make his move, Marvin bent down and took
Brenda's tearsoaked chin in his large meaty fingers and tilted her face
up to his. Wasting no time, Marvin lowered his thick lips and covered
Brenda's entire mouth with his, kissing her soulfully as his fingers
brushed back and forth against the sensitive pale flesh of her neck and
shoulders.

Rubbing his large hands through the mane of long curly brown hair
falling off Brenda's shoulders, Marvin pulled his lips back and softly
asked, "Do you want me to do something to make that burning go away?"

Looking up at Marvin, trying to figure out what he meant by his comment,
suddenly Brenda felt the warmth and wetness leaking from her own crotch
as it rested against his muscular thigh.
Looking up into Marvin's dark, lustfilled and cocksure eyes, Brenda felt
her legs quiver and seemingly melt into the floor beneath her as she
gazed weakly up at him.

Before she could react, once again Marvin lowered his lips, already wet
with Brenda's saliva and kissed her fully on the mouth, even harder than
he had done the first time. This time Brenda returned the oral embrace,
physically surrendering to her most vivid and carnal fantasy.

As her mind swirled feeling the sensations of Marvin's powerful probing
lips on hers, she thought back longingly to the previous two night
voyeristic experiences listening to Marvin thouroughly satisfy both his
perky black fiance and a sultry statuesque blonde that he had picked up
at a bar.

Those two things along with the crushing hit her self esteem felt made
Brenda desperate to show herself that she was valed by someone, even if
it was the black womanizer that was her new neighbor.

Feeling Marvin raise his hands and rub her heavy, heaving breasts
through the fabric of her thick sweatshirt, instivctively, Brenda began
to fall back ready to allow Marvin to take her on her and Bobby's
wedding bed. Before she could fall backwards however, Marvin stopped her
and pulled Brenda even closer to him. 

"Ohhhh..I want you so bad..," Brenda sighed weakly under Marvin's
embrace.

"I know you do,"Marvin replied confidently. "What do you want me to do?"
he continued arrogantly.

Brenda seemed to hesitate for a moment, the words fumbling on her
tongue. Marvin continued to stare directly down into her angered face
until Brenda finally spoke.

"I...I..want you to...to.... take me....right here...in
my..own..bed,"Brenda answered weakly but purposefully. The thought of
letting a black man fuck her in the same bed that Bobby slept on being
the only way she could think of to get even with him for cheating on
her.

"Ohhh..don't worry about that...I will...I willlll.....but right now I
got somethin' better in mind," Marvin said cryptically.

With Brenda nearly hypnotized by Marvin's presense, the strapping black
stud reached down and effortlessly lifted Brenda's heavy sweatshirt up
her torso and pulled it off over her head. Robotically, Brenda Raymond
lifted her arms allowing Marvin free reign to do with her as he pleased
in the privacy of her own  bedroom.

Without any bra on the support the massive weight of her 36 C breasts,
Brenda's exposed womanhood shook wantonly as her bare, pale chest came
into full view to Marvin's admiring eyes. The way Brenda's chest seemed
to sway everytime she took a deep breath it appeared her titties were
literally begging and aching to be touched.

"Drop your pants!" Marvin firmly ordered.

After a brief second of hesitation, the trembling young married woman
followed Marvin's command and eased her fingerss into the waistband of
her frumpy sweatpants and eased them down over her chubby hips and
dropped them in an unquestioned gesture of surrender to her feet, then
stepped out of them leaving herself completly and unabashadly naked
before her still fully clothed black neighbor.

Looking pleasingly over the now naked woman he had successfully played,
Marvin cotinued quietly barking his orders. "Now go over there and put
your face directly against the wall...NOW!" he said, pointing to the
wall seperating Marvin's bedroom from the Raymond's.

Brenda tortured mind couldn't fathom why Marvin was sending her "to the
corner", but not feeling she had any other option, Brenda willfully
began walking slowly past Marvin and took the 6 or so steps until she
was facing the wall, her back totally to Marvin standing behind her
smiling haughtily.

Marvin watched as a completly naked Brenda stood facing the wall, her
lovely wide snow white ass directly in the focus of his wide gaze. He
eagerly wanted to fuck her right up the ass for what he had heard her do
the night before, but he could tell the naked white woman in front of
him wasn't that experienced sexually and would take a while to build up
her sexual capabilites. 

Figuring he had her right where he wanted her both in a temporary and a
permanant sense, Marvin knew he had plenty of time to work on Brenda's
anal cheery at a later date. Tonight, he would simply give the easily
swayed naive wife a taste of what it meant to have a black dick slammed
into her underfucked pussy.

Strutting up behind  her, Marvin reached out with his right hand and
placed it firmly on the wall directly above Brenda's head, flexing his
large forearm muscles right beside Brenda's fluttering eyeslids.

Bending down and pulling her long brown hair away from the side of her
face, Marvin leaned in and whispered coarsly into Brenda's ear.

"I heard you last night," he said simply . "I heard you stand right here
and listen to every single thing I did to that sweet looking, preppy
college bitch last night. We heard you grind against this wall...right
here wasn't it Brenda..right here is where you creamed all over the wall
wishing you were the one getting your fuckin' white pussy stretched by
my 10 inch cock....weren't you...don't even try to lie!" Marvin hissed,
taking his front teeth and roughly biting Brenda's earlobe with them,
causing the speechless married woman to wince and cry out.

Totally embarrassed that she was caught dead to rights in such a lewd
and obvious voyeristic display, words of denial wafted up into her mouth
but before she could attempt to lie, Marvin slapped his left hand
savagly down onto Brenda's bare ass and whipped her huge ass cheeks
hard, imploring Brenda not to even think about denying what she had done
24 hours earlier.

"Ooouch," Brenda cried softly. 

After another one of Marvin's warnings, finally Brenda shock her head up
and down and admitted to Marvin what he knew to be true.

"Good....I like a girl with a little bit of honesty in her...proves she
was raised right," Marvin said in a tone of sugarcoated sweetness."Now
spread your legs for me.... allright!" he urged, suddenly becoming
insistant once again.

Feeling Marvin's right hand drop of the wall beside her face, and his
left leave the curvy expanse of her ass,  in an instant, both of his
large powerful palms were resting on the inside of her chubby thighs and
with a swift push out, he helped Brenda open her legs wide like a
suspect getting frisked by an eager cop in an alley.

With her face flatly pressed against the wall in front of her and her
legs spread wide, Brenda heard the loud rip of a zipper behind her and
eventhough she was somewhat sexually naive, the obvious implications of
the type of punishment Marvin intended for her eavesdropping display
quickly became apparant to Brenda.

Less than five seconds after hearing the zipper get ripped down behind
her, the fleshy weight of a heavy tube like mass smashed down against
her bare white ass causing the jellylike mass of her hips to ripple
under it's smacking vibrations.

Desperatly wanting to turn back and see what Marvin was preapring to
unleash upon her, Brenda's imposing black neighbor grabbed her by the
back of the head and kept it forcefully faced forward. 

Much of the conversations Brenda and her girlfriends had had growing up
about black men revolved around the myth of thier virility and potency
and here was Brenda's first chance to see the real thing in person.
Sensing Brenda's curious desire however, Marvin was intent on making
Brenda work for every morsal he was going to provide for her.

"Don't turn around bitch," He quickly scolded her, keeping her face
pointed forward towards the wall with his hand firmly placed on the back
of Brenda's curly brown hair.

Satisfied Brenda was going to keep her head facing forward, Marvin once
again lowered his hands down to Brenda's wide ass, spreading her cheeks
far apart allowing him visual access to the steaming hairy slit of
Brenda Raymond's pink cunt. Digging his thumbs into the soft flesh
between her thighs, Marvin placed his right hand at the base of his
throbbing black penis and raised it right at the target he had created.

Brenda couldn't help but dig her fingertips into the paint of the wall
she was roguhly pressed against. She bt her lip hard and winced feeling
the incrediable stabbing pain of Marvin jamming his thick black punisher
into the foaming folds of her lust filled quim.

"OOOHHH......SSSSHHHIITTTTTT," Brenda cried out loud enough that if
anyone was in Marvin's bedroom on the other side of the wall, they would
have thought someone was being taught a painful lesson.

"PLEEEEEEZZZ...PLLLEEZZZZEEE... DON'T HURT MEEEE," Brenda sobbed, sweat
now beading on her brow, as Marvin cruelly slid even more of his
uncomfortable girth into her pussy from behind.

Once he had about 6 inches of his thick cock buried inside Brenda's
deprived cunt, Marvin felt comfortable beginning his powerful,
pistonlike fuck motions, savoring the way the willing white woman's
added heft shook  violently under his brutal assault.

"That's right .......fuck me back with that cunt of your's bitch! "
Marvin implored "Your husband said you didn't fuck worth a damn so he
had to go out and get himself some cranked out slut in a bar to give it
to him right..here's your chance to be a slut Brenda..you got what it
takes..COME ON BRENDA.....YOU GOT WHAT IT TAKES???"

Feeling all her anger and hatred well up inside of her for what her
husband had done and also her private promise to herself that she had
made about treating her man right so that he would stay and be faithful
all muddled inside her blitzed mind until she felt no other option than
to rythemically shake her ass back against the stud working his cock
into her brutally from behind until she was using her pussy like a
weapon, trying to smother Marvin's cock between her ripe hungary vaginal
walls.

"Is this what you wanted last night bitch?" Marvin continued to implore,
feeling his impending orgasm not far off. As Brenda's pussy muscles
tightly gripped his enormous invader, Marvin raised his hands and took
two handfulls of Brenda long hair and pulled her to him just enough  so
that he could see the look of utterly devastative joy etched across
Brenda's pale freckled face.

"Yes," Brenda gasped weakly, her throat bobbing under the stress for
air.

"I can't hear you," Marvin said firmly.

Releasing the tension on her neck ever so slightly , allowing Brenda to
take a series of long deep breaths, Marvin asked once again."Is this
what you wanted last night..HUH?"

"YESSS," Brenda said loud enough this time for Marvin to clearly hear
her.

"That's just what I thought...here's your prize for telling the
truth..." Marvin hoarsly groaned, feeling his black snake begin spewing
its frothy venom deep inside the obscenly spread fissure of the married
woman he was fucking.

"AAAHHH...AAAAHHHH....AAAHHHH," Brenda gasped noisely as Marvin's cum
pooled in her cunt  and slowly started dripping down her inner thighs
and onto the carpet below.

When she was able to peel herself of the wall in frort of her, Brenda
could see the clear and unmistakable outline of sweat her breasts and
belly had made on the wall  while Marvin was going about his powerful
assault. 

Brenda's legs were so weak from the pounding, she lost her balance and
fell to her knees trying to regain her bearings, feeling the warm frothy
copious cum slosh messily through her vaginal folds and seep out like
spilled milk onto the carpet under her crotch.

Pushing his glistening spear back into his pants, enjoying the look of
awe on Brenda's face after she finally came face to face with it, Marvin
zipped his pants back up and pated Brenda lovingly on the head like she
was a good dog.

"I better be going, "Marvin quiped,"Your husband could be home anytime."

From her knees, Brenda replied, "I thought you said he was out screwing
around..?"

Marvin turned and faced the exhausted married woman, still helplessly
kneeling on her knees and grinned. "I have no clue.....I've never even
met the son of a bitch...I have no clue if he's foolin' around on
you...bitch...you'll fall for anything," Marvin laughed heartily as he
turned and exited through the living room, returning to his place next
door, where he would wait for his fiance to get home so he could have
some of her eager loving before he finally went to bed.


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