I squirted on my neighbor’s BBC in the middle of the night [FM]

I can’t remember what made us start talking, nor what we discussed beyond the weather. Dear neighbor and I had crossed paths many times, and now we were talking for the first time. No flirting, really; just friendly banter. I can say, however, that the whole time I wondered if he would be my first BBC. We exchanged numbers, for neighborhood purposes.

I have unorthodox ways of building community.

When insomnia hit me at 2am, I bit the bullet and I texted him, expecting nothing. But I had nothing to lose. Only everything to win.

My winning started when he got back to me immediately. He said he was glad I texted him, as he was thinking about me, too.

I texted him my exact address and I unlocked the door.

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Cute neighbor was polite, very attuned to ideas of care and respect for women. You’d think we jumped on each other the minute he entered, but it was a slow, sensual, and sweet build up. He sat on my bed and we chatted. He was dealing with a recent break up, and I was looking for nothing serious. We both missed being with someone.

I still remember the moment of ignition, and honestly it still makes me tingle. I put my hand on his thigh and turned my head to look at him. He held my stare for a second, and his hand moved to hold my neck, caressing behind my ear. Our kiss started soft and grew hot and sloppy when we undressed each other.

A true gentleman, he immediately moved himself between my legs, taking a close look at my pussy — drenched by this point. He buried his face in me, flicking his tongue unapologetically against my clit. With the tickles and the intense stimulation, my legs jumped, and his big and strong hands held them down to keep my pussy open and available to his lips.

I closed my eyes and let myself go. I had never been eaten out so delicious and intentionally, with hands running all over my body, taking advantage of every opportunity to feel me up.

Pleasure built up, but I lost a couple of orgasms, so I moved to keep the momentum going. I kissed him and told him it was the best oral I had ever gotten, and he said he wanted to make me cum. I put his hand on the massive bulge in his boxers.

“I want to make you cum with my mouth, too.”

But first, I was going to savor that grand reveal. He lay down on my bed and I crawled between his legs, hovering over the bulge. I grasped the boxer elastic between my fingertips and I started tugging gently, taking my time. He was tensed up, probably thinking of his cock in my throat already, but respectful of the ritual. His hand moved to my head when the elastic reached the base of his cock, pulling me down gently. I barely had any time to look at his huge cock before it was bouncing heavily against my face, covering my cheek with precum.

It was a magnificent sight and I had the oral skills to do it justice.

I wrapped my hand firmly around his base and I looked into his eyes as I opened my mouth for him, tonguing his head slowly to get the first taste. I serviced him to the best of my abilities. His head got rubbed consistently against the roof of my mouth (and he confessed he liked the tiniest bit of teeth). He traveled from the inside of one cheek to another. I wiggled my tongue under his entire length as he went in, but I didn’t force myself to reach his balls. I relished in the feeling of fullness, of having a dick that was genuinely too big for my mouth, and I tried to keep up with the amount of precum he oozed.

In fantasy, you make him cum in your mouth and then he cums in your pussy and then he cums again. In real life, you have to figure out the phallic logistics. I asked him what he needed to fuck me so that I could cum around his cock.

He pulled out a condom and looked at me as he put it on. He knew what was up. Of course this basic white bitch was over the moon over the prospect of having her pussy ruined by a BBC. With teasing laughter, he slid from under me and on top of me, and I immediately learned why it is that you never go back.

Honest to God, the stretch of a thick BBC is immediate. I think he knew it and he relished in it. He went slow, trying to be gentle, but my pussy was so wet it didn’t need that patience. Maybe my mind and his dick did. The first couple of strokes helped me adjust, and him figure out how much I could take.

Before I knew it, he was pumping me so hard I thought my bed would break. We fucked like young lovers (fine, we *were* young lovers) — vigorously and switching things up every few minutes to see what worked. I took him in missionary, bending over the bed. He was a hot, sweet, pleasurable fuck, and our stamina carried us for a good hour or two. He came in me during doggy. To be fair, I was close, too, with all of his dirty slaps on my ample ass.

After his orgasm, we took a break. We chatted as I lay on my belly and he lay on his side, his hand caressing my behind. Something had switched in sweet neighbor, however. His movements were no longer soft and tender; he was fondling me good, with no filter. He took my flesh in his hands, squishing it, at times slapping it.

“This is your first time fucking Black cock, isn’t it?”

“How do you know?”

“Can’t you tell how thirsty you are for it? Your ass is begging.”

I laughed. Maybe shyness kicked in a little. Here we were, two zip code progressives playing out the stereotype. A gorgeous and strong Black guy fondling the white bubble butt bitch he met in a community meeting. Was there any point in denying that I was thirsting for his BBC the minute I saw him?

“You really want to come around this big Black cock, don’t you? Get on top of me. I want you to ride me now.”

He lay back and pulled me on top of him. From that angle, I could see our reflection in my mirror. My naked body with red marks on my hips, riding the biggest cock that has ever fucked me. His dark skin glistening with his sweat and mine. I went freaky. My tits bounced with me and I started praising him. His hands fondled me nonstop, rough. Neighbors found out I was a new devotee to big Black cock.

“Is it the first time you fuck a girl with a big ass? I can do reverse cowgirl if you want a better show.”

When I turned around, his cock started to twitch every time my pussy went down on him, enveloping him. We found the angle. Oh, god, we immediately found the angle. I started to go up and down his dick a bit furiously, knowing my orgasm was going to happen. He could feel it too.

“Oh shit, girl. Squeeze that dick. Cum all over it.”

The build up was insane. My insides were both in extreme tension and completely filled up by his cock. His hands continued to slap and fondle and pull my ass cheeks apart, owning them. At times he slapped them upwards and let them bounce on his cock, grunting, before he fondled them again.

“When I saw your ass in those leggings, I wanted it bouncing on my dick.”

This shamed little slut couldn’t take it any longer when he said that. I just came hard on his dick. And then I came a little bit too hard. What just happened? Did I just wet myself by accident?

“Ohhhhh shiiiiit, baby. Oh shit.”

I turned to look at him, terrified, apologetic.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what ––“

“Baby, you just squirted on Black dick.”

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Sweet neighbor and I fucked pretty much nonstop for the following couple months. In my place, in his place. In the morning, in the afternoon, in the middle of the night. During parties at his house. With Netflix and chill. When I needed a study break. All in all, it was great to fuck with someone as obsessed with my body as I was with his.

Sweet neighbor L. made me squirt many times, but I still smile when I think of that first time doing reverse cowgirl on him. I thought I was doing it for me, but I ended up winning too. Nothing better than a win win.

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Story 4! Thank you for the generous encouragement. I added a story index post on my profile. On the first 3 stories I welcomed private feedback, and I still do — now with a note of apology if I don’t get back to you. It’s starting to get a little overwhelming.

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