[FM] I [F40] Fucked My Neighbor’s Elderly Father [M67] — A Widow’s First BBC

Things have been happening, people. I have recently been enjoying fairly frequent hookups with Shane, but we agreed to take things very slow and not be exclusive. But this story isn’t about Shane and I. It’s about my neighbor.

I’ve always been quite friendly with my neighbors “Andrew” and “Linda.” They are both around my same age. They are a mixed race family—Andrew is white and Linda is black. They have such a beautiful family.

About two months ago, Linda’s father moved in with them. So now he’s my neighbor too! What’s funny is that he and my husband shared a name. So I’ll call him “Hank.” He is retirement age—67 he told me. But you would never guess it. He is so active and is always working outside. But I didn’t realize just how fit he was until . . . well, until what happened.

First, I know, weird. He is 20+ years older than me. Even OLDER than my Dad. But in fairness to me, he didn’t look it. He definitely didn’t act it. I had been talking to him a lot when we would see each other outside, and he would flirt with ma, and I may have flirted back a little.

Anyway, I was out front working on my garden when I heard a huge shouting match from Andrew and Linda. Hank later told me that what the fight was about, but I’m not one to air anyone’s dirty laundry but my own. Hank came out of the house shaking his head and laughing about it.

I talked to him for a few minutes, and Hank said that he was probably going to go for a walk and then to a bar or something to let them cool off. He didn’t want to get caught up in the middle of it.

I volunteered that my kids were out with friends for the night, so that if he wanted to have some drinks at my house instead he was welcome to.

About 8 o’clock that evening, I heard a knock on my door. As I opened it, I saw Hank standing there looking absolutely dashing.

I let out a surprised giggle, but quickly invited him in. We went out on my back deck, which opens up to my fenced in yard filled with trees that blocked the sounds coming from the road behind them.

I brought out a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, and we proceeded to relax in the cooling night air and had a nice conversation about nothing in particular at first.

Half way through another bottle, we started talking about past relationships. We talked about what happened to my husband, and how his marriage to Julie’s mother fell apart.

He commented on seeing Shane come by a lot, and had some idea about what was happening between me and him.

As I talked, I started thinking about Henry and felt my eyes start watering. I was also already feeling quite the buzz.

Hank put his arm around me, and I lost it. I started crying and Hank tried to console me the best he could, holding me tight.

I know, sexy. Snot dripping out of my nose, tears ruining my mascara. Hot.

I felt his arms around me, though and I calmed down, and felt my nipples start to harden against my bra. I’ll admit that my mind went to a naughty place.

I went inside to grab another bottle. I went to the bathroom and washed the tears from my face and *ahem* took my bra off.

I wasn’t even sure what had come over me. Maybe it was the warmth from the alcohol and the closeness of Hank, but I knew I wanted him. I’d never been with a black man before, and the idea of it was driving me wild. When was I going to have another opportunity? I kept saying that to myself as if trying to rationalize my insane behavior. What was it about this guy that had me melting?

I walked up to Hank who had come inside and thanked him for listening to my sob story, and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug, making doubly sure he felt my nipples against his chest.

I think he liked it.

I pulled back, and he lifted my head and kissed me.

We tongue wrestled for a couple of minutes, when I pulled back again, and he asked if this was ok. I nodded my desire to keep going.

He told me in his gravelly voice how good he was going to make me feel.

“There’s only one way to find out.” I responded, took Hank’s hand, and led him to my bedroom.

When we got to my bed, I turned so that my back was to the bed, and slowly started to take my shirt off.

“Dayum!” Hank cooed when he saw my large 34 E cups for the first time.

I was nervous, but didn’t want to show it. I took one of my breasts in my hand and led it up to my mouth, wrapping my tongue around my own nipple, moaning as I pleasured myself. His mouth soon replaced mine, and he licked and sucked my tits as he slid his hands over my ass, still contained in my skintight jeans.

Eventually, Hank started to work his way down my belly, and got to my pants. He looked up at me as I was squeezing and pinching my nipples.

He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, discovering that I wasn’t wearing panties, either. Oops.

He gently pushed me back until my knees hit the bed, and I laid on the edge of the bed, with my legs hanging off. I was breathing harder now, and he slowly licked his way up first one leg, stopping just short of my mound, and then the other leg.

My legs were spread wide, and I could feel that my pussy was already dripping wet.

Hank licked up one side of my outer lips, and then the other, torturing me as much as he could until I just couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

I grabbed his shaved head and demanded, “Lick me, goddammit, Hank!” Saying it made me feel so much naughtier, guiding my neighbor’s father’s mouth into my desperate kitty.

Hank happily placed his tongue at the bottom of my wetness, and slowly licked up towards my clit.

“Oooooohhh!”

When he reached my clit, I let out a loud gasp, and tensed up, and then just went limp, sighing. It felt good, but not quite as good as a full orgasm. It was like a pre-orgasm after all the initial foreplay.

He inched his way back down to my wet hole, where he tongue fucked me for a minute or so, and then used that glorious tongue to tease my asshole while he slid a finger into my pussy. He very quickly found that “spot,” and started rubbing it back and forth as his mouth returned to my needy clit.

I was moaning louder now, and squirming my ass around to create the perfect angle for his tongue and digits. He took another finger and placed it at the rim of my asshole and started to wiggle it around, slowly pressing against me with increased pressure.

With the lube from his tongue, his finger popped in surprisingly fast. It had been years since I had anything up my butt. But it felt heavenly—out of this world.

Now, with his tongue in my clit, and fingers in the pink and the stink (lol!), I was on the edge.

“Oh my God, Hank. Oh fuccckk!”

I bucked wildly, one hand on Hank’s head, one squeezing my nipples, and then my pussy (and ass) started wildly convulsing.

“Ooooohhhh myyyy GOD!!” And I came.

I had to push Hank away as my clit was extra sensitive after the convulsing subsided.

We laid next to each other on my bed as my breathing returned to normal.

“I have never been licked like that before!” I confessed.

“Mmm, did you like it, baby?” Hank asked.

“Hell yes!” I replied.

“My turn.” I said, rolling Hank onto his back.

I started by kissing him, tasting myself all over his face.

“Hm hm hm … I love licking pussy juice off of a face” I teased.

I worked my way down Hank’s body, undressing him as I went, until I got to his cock.

“Oh. My. God.” I cooed in disbelief, at a gigantic black cock, the size that could be in porn, now resting firmly in my hand, and his big black balls hanging below. I’ve never seen one in person (lots in porn, but not in person), and I was not disappointed.

Hank moaned, so he must have liked how it felt in my hand.

I smiled, “This is my first black cock.” I admitted, watching the angry brown head swell and leak. I was intrigued by the contrast in their skin color; his thick black cock settled in my small white hand. My hand slid up and down his smooth shaft while Hank struggled to keep his hips still.

I watched as a pearly drop of precum slid from the tip of this black stallion. Using my thumb, I teased the tip of his cock, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting it.

Hank sucked in his breath before my lips had ever touched him. I snaked out my tongue and touched the scalding skin of his cock. Guided by instinct and experience, I pulled the head of his cock into my mouth and clamped down with my lips.

Hank responded with twisting my hair in his hand. I felt a surge of power. I felt excited and confident.

Slowly, I began to take more and more of Hank’s girthy black cock into my mouth, my tongue swirling and both hands pumping his shaft.

The slew of curses falling from my neighbor’s lips spurred me on.

“Fuck, Lea. Oh, Lord. Oh, shit.”

I had apparently watched enough “blacked” movies to have the talent of a pro BBC cocksucker.

I let Hank’s responses tell me when to speed up or slow down. Opening my throat, I pulled more and more of Hank into my mouth.

Hank cried out when my nose finally reached the tops of his trimmed pubic hairs. I waited until I couldn’t breathe and then eased myself back down. He was clutching my head with both hands as he moaned and whispered my name.

I pulled up, gasping.

“I didn’t think there was any way I was going to be able to swallow that thing,” I said. Then I went back to it.

The power I felt was incredible, I held his pleasure in my hands. Like a woman possessed, I bobbed my head up and down on Hank’s cock trying to take as much of him in as I could. I swirled my tongue around the head and pumped my fist.

I could feel my own stickyness leaking down my legs as I knelt before him. My black king. The more worked up Hank got, the more aroused I got.

I could feel the beginnings of Hank’s climax starting. His cock pulsed and he tried to tell me he was cumming.

I sucked harder and bobbed faster, Hank’s muscles clenching underneath me, until roaring, Hank released squirt after squirt of cum into my throat. I greedily swallowed every drop of his hot life-giving seed. Every cock I’ve ever tasted had been a little different, and this one was one of my favorites.

Hank lay spent on the bed, eyes shut, his legs twitching. I couldn’t help but smile.

“So, how’d I do?” I wanted to hear him say it.

“Jesus, I’m still twitching,” he said as I lapped at his cock one final time.

“Well I’m glad that you liked it.”

I pulled my hair back away from my face and pulled my glasses off to clean them.

“That monster of yours almost gave me lockjaw.” I mentioned nonchalantly.

I grabbed one of Shane’s condoms and tried to roll it onto Hank’s cock. I’ve been starting back on the pill, but it hadn’t gone into “effect yet.” Problem is, Hank was too fucking big for the size of condom I had, even not fully hard. Then I remembered a promise I made.

“Fuck it. Can you pull out?” I said.

“I think so.”

“Just Tell me when you’re going to cum.” I said as I climbed on top of him, rubbing the head of his softening cock onto the wet opening of my pussy until I felt it harden again. This old man had some stamina.

As I started to lower myself onto Hank’s cock, we both let out loud gasps and sighs. His cock felt HUGE!

“Hank, I think you may be the biggest I’ve had inside of me . . . . you’re touching places no man has ever touched.”

I rocked and rolled my hips, grinding my clit on to his pelvis.

After a couple of minutes of his meat impaling me, I started to breathe heavier, and started shaking.

“OH shit! I’m going to cum again!” I shrieked, as I felt my pussy walls begin to contract uncontrollably.

When I was done cumming, Hank lifted me off of him, and told me that it was my turn to just sit back and enjoy.

“I want you to fuck me from behind!” I said, and rolled onto my stomach, presenting my ass into the air for his thrusting pleasure.

He dutifully got behind me, and slowly slid his thick, hard cock inside.

We fucked like that for a few minutes, when I felt his thumb placed at my asshole.

“Oh, yes!” was all I could reply, as he slowly slid his thumb in, alternating thrusts between his thumb and his cock.

Thumb in my ass, cock at the mouth of my pussy. Cock deep in my pussy, thumb at my ass opening.

After a couple of minutes of this, Hank suddenly buried his entire fucking length into my pussy and his thumb as deep into my ass as he could get it.

“OHMYGODI’MCUMMMMMINGGGGGGG!!” I yelled, my second big orgasm, and the best one of the night.

As I came, Hank said he was going to cum too, but I honestly didn’t even register him saying it until after.

He pulled my hips to him and released, hard, as deep into my pussy as he could, mixing our juices, probably putting a baby in me.

I closed my eyes as we lay there together, completely spent, as his cum oozed out of my pussy. I just had sex with Julie’s father, a man almost 3 decades my senior, and it wasn’t just sex, it was AMAZING sex. I sent Hank home after one more quick session, after which I was VERY sore.

I went to the store the next day to get Plan B. My first time ever buying it. It was locked behind a glass at the store. I guess it gets stolen a lot. So I had to ask a young man at the store to get it for me. Boy that was awkward, but remembering why I needed it had me tingling all over again. I think I need Hank back over soon….once my pussy recovers.

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