Neighbours from Heaven

A big shout to my sister in arms Seidah for bringing this story to me, and then helping me write it. Reigniting my passion for writing, after suffering from a flood of abuse and death threats she helped regain my confidence and passion. I will publishing more stories from now on. I love you sis!

This is a story that contains offensive language, and it includes themes of cheating and adultery. If you do not like these themes then story is not for you. Constructive criticism is always appreciated and I always enjoy reading feedback. Thanks and enjoy the story.

Sajidah always felt uncomfortable walking from the station to her house. She only did it when the buses were late and today happening to be one of those awful occasions. She was already in a bad mood, she was sweating profusely under her Abaya. It had been an exceptionally hot summer, they were in the midst of a heatwave in London. She needed to get a cold bottle of water and other cold beverages for the house. It meant passing the parade of shops and off licences frequented by the gangs of black youths. She also felt uncomfortable wearing her Abaya and Hijab knowing her outwardly Muslim appearance made her a target for the usual mindless bigots.

Sure enough as she walked past Sam's off licence three or four black youth leaning against the wall called out to her "Hey hijabi come," called out one. The others hollered in tow "Whoa lady take off them clothes, and let's see ya."

"Ain't ya hot little lady? Take it off and you'll feel better!" said another one, laughing like a donkey.

Sajidah looked after herself with intense home workouts, Pilates and the weekly swim. Suddenly she heard one of the blacks shout at the gang from across the road. " Hey blue leave her be she my neighbour allow that man."

She glanced back and saw it was the young negro from next door, Reece. His mother Angela hated Sajidah but her 19 year old boy was generally very friendly and approachable. She gave a small smile and wave as thank you and he nodded in acknowledgement.

When they had moved to the area it was affluent and quite safe but over the past 5 years more and more black families had arrived and with them they brought the usual social problems: muggings, shoplifting, gang fights, drugs, prostitution and low educational attainment. They also brought with them a rampant sexual nature that had seen the teen rate quadruple, significant numbers of half caste children being born and the ratio of single mothers quadruple as well. Black males just couldn't keep it in their pants!

Some weeks later Sajidah was at the local jobs fair representing her new employers who specialised in finding work and training opportunities for unemployed youth in this part of Newham. It was something she had always wanted to do, give back to the community. Throughout the day most of the people she met were disadvantaged black teens who had fallen out of education and now doing nothing except drugs, petty crime or worse. She met several girls in their late teens who were being used by gang members for sex. She spent as much as time as possible signposting each unfortunate black youth to training, advice and job opportunities.

Towards the end of the day a gang of fairly unruly black boys came in and Sajidah immediately recognised them as the ones who hung around Sam's off licence. She noticed Reece was among them. All were dressed in expensive trainers, hoodies and American baseball caps with a gold badge on the peak. Almost all had gold teeth and a brash bravado about them. She also noticed them bothering every pretty or shapely woman at the jobs fair.

To her surprise Sajidah saw them approach them and start hollering at her with sexualised language and hand gestures. One or two put their hands on their crotches and pointed at her. She was disgusted at first but the longer they carried own with their crude remarks the more she enjoyed it, although she did her very best to hide it. She was not used to this kind of brazen behaviour. She knew that she was attractive and could turn heads but she couldn't believe she would be able to illicit such behaviour. Most non-muslim ignored her, the ones that didn't ignore her were racists, who had to comment on her hijab.

Once again she saw Reece come to her rescue and call them away. She smiled at him, she needed to thank him later on for his help.

She walked over to them and they surrounded her like a pack of salivated wolves. She had to push one or two away as she felt hands groping her Abaya, hands at her breasts and at her derrière.

"Can I help anyone with work or training advice?" She asked placing on hand in her hip and smiling at the pack of horny young negros. There was a chorus of sexualised remarks from almost all of them until Reece intervened.

"Yeah me please Mrs. Begum, I want to get into urban dance and teach it for fitness," He asked with a smile.

She sat him down and had a really good conversation with him and saw how well mannered and polite he was. She didn't expect it from a gangbanging jigaboo and it surprised her. The information and signposting she gave him was well received and they parted company while his friends all cat called her as they left. Sajidah found herself blushing and shook her head.

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Some time later that year an exhausted Sajidah arrived home to find a very unhappy looking Reece stood in next doors front garden. The boy had grown since she last saw him several months ago at the jobs fair. He seemed to have added more muscle. He stood before her his coal black face covered by dark shades, hair in corn rolls, baggy shirt, huge baggy pants and huge basketball sneakers. Several gold chains adorned his neck and at least three solid gold necklaces. Something seemed off about him, it bothered her to see him like this. Usually when he saw her he flashed that charming smile. She missed that smile as he just stood there despondent.

"Are you okay?" she asked approaching him.

"No I am not. Mom was supposed to be home this weekend but I haven't seen her for several days", he said looking glum. "She hasn't been answering her phone, she didn't leave me any money either. I get really paranoid on my own," he said. She could hear the pain in his voice, it broke her heart to see him like this.

She was angry at his mother Angela. She was a typical ghetto fabulous black mother. She was beautiful, tall with a great figure and used it to good effect. Sajidah knew Angela was a man eater. Their bedrooms were separated by one thin wall and it wasn't enough to drown out the sound of rampant and noisy fucking when Angela had a man around.

Now she had left this young man home alone with no money and food for several days. It was a shame he was over 18 otherwise Sajidah would not have hesitated to report her to social services. The bitch deserved it for treating her son like that.

She was shattered having done the shopping, dropped the two kids at their aunts for the rest of the week, squeezed in a full days work and dropped off her husband to catch his flight back to Bangladesh to visit his elderly mother. All she really wanted to do was get out of her abaya and have a nice long bath.

But she couldn't leave Reece stranded so invited him in and they sat on the sofa and discussed what he could do.

"Can't you stay with anybody else this weekend Reece? What about all your aunts who are always around?" Sajidah asked hoping that he did have someone.

"No, they think I'm weird and I don't get on with most of my cousins," he replied.

She felt responsible for this poor guy. Or rather kid, given his lack of confidence and shyness. On the other hand, she did need to shower and pray. She was dressed to kill underneath her Abaya if she was honest. Her gold Abaya was figure hugging showing of her killer curves, boobs and flat tummy. Underneath it she wore seamed black stockings accentuating her lean beautiful legs and for some reason she had decided to put on suspenders, frilly hold ups and her raciest pink and black frilly panties. From time to time she dressed up all naughty underneath her Abaya. It gave her a thrill to be out in public like dressed like that underneath, she felt naughty. It was the only way she could get any sexual fulfilment as her sex life with her hubby was non existent.

She knew that it was haram to crave sex so much, that sex was only meant for procreation and not pleasure. But her desire for sex had always been high. Masturbating and dressing up in naughty lingerie were the only things keeping her going.

As she was about to get up and go to her room to change she was stopped in her tracks by a sound. The sound of Reece' belly rumbling.

"Sounds like someone's hungry?" Sajidah said laughing.

"Sorry haven't had anything to eat since last night," he said apologetically.

She told him not to worry as she went to the kitchen forgetting that she needed to change. Instead her mind was focused on feeding Reece. All she could think about was appeasing him. She wanted to see him smile and be his usual self again. She had the curry ready in no time. She invited him to the kitchen to eat. She gave him a plate full of rice and chicken curry. He gobbled all up in no time, he rather shyly asked for more. She found it rather endearing so she happily gave him more.

Once he finished she took the plates, bowls and spoons to wash. She told him to go and relax in the living room. But he refused, he said he couldn't let her clean up on her own. She reluctantly let agreed to let him help her clean up. She washed the cutlery and he dried them off. He would then put the plates on the dish rack which was on the other side of Sajidah. Every time he passed by her she felt him brush against her. She ignored it and passed it off as just an accident. She knew her big ass was just getting in the way. Plus she got a little kick out of it, especially when she felt something hard poking against her ass. She felt weirdly proud knowing that she could have such an effect on this young negro.

Soon as they finished washing up they both made their way to the living room. They sat and spoke at length about everything from world affairs to future goals. She found Reece to be surprisingly well spoken and intelligent. Which was surprising considering the people he hanged out with. Soon the conversation drifted in to personal territory.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" she asked inquisitively. She was genuinely curious to know if he did have one. Such a well mannered and behaved young man would be a catch for any girl.

"Plus it doesn't hurt that he's sexy!" she thought to her self whilst she eyed him up and down. She quickly berated her self for thinking such thoughts. But now that the thought was in her head. All she could do was sit there and admire the young black youth. She knew that she was definitely attracted to him.

"No I don't have a girlfriend at the moment. Relationships don't last that long for me. Girls can't handle all the familial baggage that comes with me," he said as his smile disappeared once again.

"The fact that I come from such broken home means none of them ever want to take things further," he continued, the sadness was clear in his voice.

" Listen to me Reece girls your age are clueless they don't know what a catch you are. All of those girls will regret it in the future. The fact that they judged you based on your home is unfair. You're a kind, a smart and a sexy young man," Sajidah blurted out before she could stop herself. She was incensed by what she heard that she just wanted him to know that he was appreciated.

"Thank you Mrs. Begum for the kind words," He said smiling at her.

" Oh stop with the Mrs. Begum, you can call me Sajidah. No need to be so formal?"

" Haha, well thank you Sajidah," he replied. The way he said her name and looked at her made Sajidah shiver unexpectedly. He looked at her the way his friends had, like a piece of meat, like some kind of prey to be devoured.

It was only there for a brief moment before he continued talking. He told her about his mother and how the whore almost had a different man every night. Her most recent partner was a Jamaican man named Leroy. Reece told her that he was pretty sure that Leroy was his mothers pimp. He wanted to get out of the area and establish another life. Get a good job so he could free his mother from the vicious cycle she was in.

Sajidah couldn't believe it, despite everything his mother had done Reece still wanted to help her. Her heart went out to the young man. She reached over and squeezed his hands gently to comfort him. She completely forgot about the fact that she was touching a man who was not a mahram or a Muslim.

At the moment all she cared about was taking care of him. The things she did notice was how big his hands were compared to hers. The contrast between her fair skin and his dark skin stood out even more.

Suddenly Reece leaned forward and like a friendly puppy nudged his head into her bosom. Like a child he snuggled up to her and pushed his face into her cleavage. Gosh thought Sajidah, this was surprising and slightly awkward. Yet she put her arms around him and gently hugged him. She just wanted to comfort him. That's all that mattered.

She felt his strong muscular body against her as she held him even tighter and closer.

"Damn, he feels so muscular, bet he's got a six pack hiding underneath all these clothes..." She trailed off mid thought as she realised that she completely forgot to change out of her naughty lingerie underneath her Abaya. She was praying that Reece wouldn't notice. She immediately got her answer as her eyes wandered to his crotch. She gasped audibly as she saw an obscene bulge in his pants. It looked like he was hiding some kind of bat inside it. But Sajidah knew that it was not bat, she knew what it was but couldn't believe it. It couldn't be real. It was insane. Her head was spinning as she felt Reece' big hands caressing her back.

Involuntarily her hand stroked his thigh and unintentionally she stroked his inner thigh. She felt like she was no longer in control of her hands, like some kind of djinn had taken over. She stroked higher into his crotch and felt his cock. It confirmed what she had thought. His cock was big, huge, enormous. His arousal was clear, her eyes were not deceiving her.

"Ya Allah, this negro is huge! He isn't wearing any underwear. Nothing could probably contain it!" She thought to her self as she squeezed it through his baggy pants.

She failed to notice that both his hands were on the backs of her thighs, stroking up and down, upwards more and more. He was slowly pulling up her Abaya revealing her seamed stockings. He kept pulling it up until her suspenders and black frilly panties were in view.

She felt him grip the flesh of her buttocks with his strong negro hands!! She froze for a moment. No way he should be doing that. No fucking way. She should stop this. It was wrong. It was Haram. She should slap this young negro for thinking he could touch her.

But something in her clicked. A primeval urge, fatigue, no sex for several months, frustration, stress. Whatever it was it had pushed her over the edge.

"Mmmmm yesss...touch it...please keep touching it..." she purred giving in to it. Giving in to this feeling. She forgot about the fact that she was a married Muslim wife and mother. In this moment she was a woman who just wanted to give in to this illicit feeling.

He turned her face towards him looking at her directly. The same look of lust she had noticed earlier briefly was in full force. His gaze sent a shiver down her spine all the way to her wet cunt.

He made the first move and leaned forward as they both instinctively kissed. A fiery urgent kiss. A kiss that Sajidah had been craving for years. Aggressive and lusty with their tongues fighting for dominance. He leaned back in his he expensive leather settee and she straddled him. She felt his big hard cock, like a small mast, through his baggy denims. It poked against her groin as she dry humped him.

Their tongues continued to dance and swirl as Sajidah realised that Reece was first man besides her husband she had kissed in her life. The fact that he was a negro only added to her lust. She moaned in to his mouth as he grabbed her ass hard through her Abaya.

Without a word they both stood up and undressed. Frantically, panting, eyes locked. For a fleeting second Sajidah realised what she about to do, how sinful this was. But this realisation passed just as quickly as it came.

She undid the pins on the side of her hijab and let it fall to the floor freeing her long luscious hair. She unbuttoned her abaya, fumbling a little before she got it up and over head. She tossed across the room. He let out a low grunt as she revealed her lingerie, without her hijab on. It made his already hard cock even more hard. As he took in the sight of her tight and busty body. She cleared worked out and looked after her self. And the results were evident to him.

He smiled as he threw off his shirt to reveal a ripped, coal black, glistening torso. He unbuckled his jeans and they fell to the floor unleashing his huge black cock.

"OH MY GOD!" screamed Sajidah in shock and awe at the sight in front of her. She had never seen anything like it.

She couldn't help but instantly compare to her husband Haydar's. Sajidah's husband was between 5 and 6 inches at best. Reece had to be twice that length and much thicker. If she had to guess he was at least 11 inch's. It was a beautiful cucumber shape curving to the left. Thick veins adorned its whole length, thick dark purple bell end and underneath were two apple sized balls no doubt full of potent young black bull sperm. She hypnotized by it. It was unreal. Her mouth and pussy were both watering.

She squatted down next to him and with her left hand pulled her frilly panties to one side and stroked her already wet and swollen cunt lips. She wished she had shaved around her quim as she was hairy underneath. So hairy she could feel her bush getting wet from her pussy discharge. She wondered if her tight wet Bangladeshi pussy would be able to take the big black cock on offer. She ached to have him in her now. There was only one way to find out!!

Aching to suck his cock she looked up at Reece and lasciviously licked her glossy full lips again and again. She wanted to taste it. Wanted to suck it. She didn't even like giving blowjobs, she had only ever done it twice for her husband. She hated it every time she did it but right now all she could think about was kissing it, licking it, sucking it.

"Can I kiss it?" she cooed looking up at him.

He stepped forward stark naked except for his white socks and huge basketball sneakers.

"You're gonna be doing more than kissing it! now take it in your mouth you fucking bitch!" He growled thrusting his big monster towards her.

Sajidah was taken aback by the change of tone. Gone was the polite young boy in his place stood a foul mouthed dominant man. Sajidah would never tolerate anyone calling her such names but at that moment in time she couldn't help but love it. For some reason it felt right, felt good.

She reached up and stroked his huge black pole with both hands, softly caressing it along its full length again and again.

"Ya Allah! this cock so big, so big and so black. I can't even fit both hands around it!" she moaned and whispered.

She cupped his balls in each hand and licked them, eyes closed as deep moans escaped from within her. She reached down and fingered her cunt. She was soaking wet and found all four fingers sliding inside her pussy with ease.

Reece began slapping her face with his huge cock now. Slap, slap, slap. He slapped her cheeks, lips, eyes and forehead and waved it around as she chased it with her tongue until she finally caught his purple bell end and wrapped her lips around it. She struggled initially to fully wrap her lips around it. It was so thick. He tasted so good. Meaty, hot to the touch and manly. She was once again astonished by her desire to suck it. Because she hated sucking her husband's cock. Absolutely hated it. But she ached to suck this niggers cock like mad. She had a ravenous hunger for him.