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By *onny Bones OP Man
over a year ago
a block away from heaven |
Do you remember the first time that you ever played with a 'swinger'?
I remember my first time with mixed emotions. It was when the noisey family moved into next door. At all times day of the day the kids would be kicking their ball against the fence, and all night the husband would play and sing Ring of fire. It was begnning to do my head in, on days off and at weekend that ball would be going against the wall that bloody song on repeat it was driving me mad.
One day there was quiet absolutely no noise. His car was not in the drive and no kids in the garden. There was a knock on the door just as I happened to be watching porn in the sitting room. I answered to "Hi I'm Debbie from next door, would you mind me popping into your garden to get the kids ball. Feeling a bit flustered and aware that my zip was down I hurriedly made a lame excuse of needing to find the key. So promised to chuck it back over.
It was only when returning in that I actually thought of how hot she was. Then I thought about not hearing the ball all day and that at 8pm those kids wouldn't normally be outside. I went out to find the ball that disturbed my evening! There was no ball out here, instead of Ring of fire it was old, and in all honesty cheesy reggae. I called out but there was no answer from Debbie. I decided to knock on the front door to explain, but it was ajar. You do think twice, being the black guy in the white neighbourhood. How would I explain wlaking into this house about a phantom football?
I could see her reflection in the hallway mirror. She was looking at me through the window. She then called me in. I have no idea how she knew my name, but she addressed me like someone who actually knew me. I took the drink that she thrust into my hand and she took a sip of hers. I asked what it was, and she simply kissed me passing some of the brandy she had in her mouth. Not being prepared it ran down my front. She looked at me, raised an eyebrow and tore the shirt off. There was no more talking. I kind of knew it was naughty but his car was still not in the drive, the kids were nowhere to be seen or heard. She grabbed my hand walked me straight passed the sitting room and into the kitchen. I even gtried to close the front door, but have to admit to being dragged away from anything other than what this woman clearly wanted.
The maxi dress she was wearing would normally have been see through and I had not realised just how thin it was until she bent over the kitchen table inviting me with her eyes. I couldn't resist. I would not have been a man had I turned and walked out. I was throbbing by this point, absolutely mesmerised by her. She was tight, so tight I started to wonder if 'hubby' gave her enough of what she clearly craved. These thoughts were making me thrust harder and harder. She kept calling my name. I stopped and stood upright. 'How do you know my name'? I asked. She giggled, then a deep voice echoed from behind me. He had come home and had been sitting in a chair. I don't know how long he had been there and I wondered which direction to run in. This was his wife. Where were the kids? 'I'm Carl, Deb's husband'. As he spoke she slid down from the table, unwrapping her legs from around my neck. She went straight down to a cock that was by now dripping wet. She had become a little more than aroused. She sucked as he explained that she only ever got turned on when I was entertaining and that they would wait until they had heard me fucking to get in the mood. That was how she knew my name.
I felt a bit shitty by now. But her skills would not allow me to go soft. He continued talking but I had absolutely no idea what else he were saying. This was her fault, I would have pulled away and scarpered before the kicking I would have imagined.
I was about to come now, I think my facials and moaning gave it away. Then she just stopped. The look of uphoria quickly turned to one of amazement. WHy get me this close and then just stop? She told me look into Carl's eyes. Promise not to take my eyes off him. He was clearly about to cum, as he had been playing with himslef in the chair without my knowledge. He shot his load, all over himself. Hands, lap, shoes and legs were all squirted in his sticky stuff. My leg was shaking by now. I grabbed my cock and had to start wanking. Debbie slowly moved my hand away and put it in her wet, sloppy pussy. She whispered in my ear, 'keep your eye in him'. I exploded, she writhed in excitement and his face dropped. I couldn't move. She felt so warm, so wet, so nice. I apologised to him, pulled up my trousers and sprinted towards the front door.
The next morning his car was not there and the silence was still appreciated. I lay in until I heard the car pull up and the entire family getting out of the car. I peered through the blinds and saw Debbie approach my front door again. I opened the door before she had a chance to ring the doorbell. I wanted at least an explanation. She simply thanked me for last night and said that he had never eaten her out the way he did after I filled her. She winked and simply headed back home. |
