Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Shemale Next Door: 1

Summary: Black stud gets the surprise of his life.

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Until the Cheungs moved in next door, | had no idea | had a thing for Pilipino women... but ever since | first saw

her walking into the house ten years ago, I've been obsessed with her.

First, she's utterly beautiful. Petite, which I like, just 5"2" and 110 pounds (which | heard her husband mention to

my Dad long ago). She has nice c-cup tits (I snuck into her bedroom once while visiting for a barbeque, and | also

stole a pair of light blue panties (which I still have ten years later... yes, I'm a perv). She also has an amazing ass,

that she likes to flaunt in the bikinis she wears in her backyard. Lastly, and at least forthe icing on the cake,

she often wears nylons, which has always been my sexual kryptonite, leading to sawkward boners at

inappropriate times (for example when | was giving a speech in my senior year while my teacher kept slipping

her pantyhose-clad feet in and out of her heels, or one Christmas when my elder brother's wife was walking

around in mocha-coloured nylons).

Also, when she moved in she was just 23, almost a decade younger than Mr. Cheung but only eight years older

than | was.

Lastly, although she's 100% Pilipino, she has a sexy American name: Lacy.

Mr. Cheung (not a Pilipino) isn't the prototypical Chinese man; for although he's short in stature (matching the

prototype), he's really built.

Anyway, for ten years she was my most frequent jerk-off fantasy, even though during the latter portion of that

t| fucked a good fifty women of a variety of races and a variety of ages... the oldest being a 63-year-old

Latina at a fundraiser, a few MILFs, two of my professors, four cheerleaders, and many other women.

| guess | should introduce myself. I'm Andre... although | usually go by Dre. I'm 25 now, a college graduate, an

all-star college linebacker who'll be attending the New Orleans Saints training camp in a month. I'm 6'3', 225

pounds of solid muscle, and | have an impressive eight-inch cock all the women seem to love. Oh yes, and just

like the rest of me, my cock is black. Many women seem to like that aboutas well.

As | looked out the window, hfor the summer to work out for the Saints camp and also to work as a lifeguard

at a local pool, | saw Lacy strolling out of her house to lie on her back to begin sunbathing... which made me

reminisce back to the summer before | headed to college.

One of my most mixed memories of Lacy, and one of my constant stroke fantasies to this day, was when | was

18. She'd invitedover for a swim, and after I'd been in the pool for a few minutes, she asked if | could rub

ssuntan lotion on her back... she'd declined to joinin the pool... sadly. That said, she did seem to be

admiring me, or at least in my 18-year-old mind she was. She askedto put ssuntan lotion on her back

and legs, which made my already hard cock flinch. Even though I'd banged a few women that summer, working

as a lifeguard givinglots of opportunities to find willing women, both young and old, | was super nervous

around her.

I'm not going to lie, as | stroked my hands up and down her back, admiring her amazing ass while doing her legs,

| actually cin my pants... the only tbefore or since I've ever cwithout the aid of a hand, mouth,

pussy or ass. She must have noticed, but she didn't say anything.

While reminiscing, | ended up jerking off as | admired her present day ass, which seemed to be as perfect now as

it was that day seven years ago. Now with the experience | hadn't had all those years ago, | knew I'd play that

suntan lotion moment a lot differently. I now knew most women would do almost anything for my BBC, and |

wondered if Lacy would be among that 98% of women who secretly craved a big black dick, if given the

opportunity. I assumed | was substantially bigger than her husband, and | would definitely have the stamina and

quick reload I'd learned older women loved.

After spewing my load and cleaning it up, | was heading downstairs just as the front door opened and closed...

neither of my parents having been hwhen | arrived... since I'd told them | wouldn't be huntil tomorrow,

wanting to surprise them.

"Dre!" my Mama greeted boisterously, and rushed over to givea body-squeezing hug. | was a big man, but

my mother was a strong woman. She was tall at 5'9" and 165 pounds with huge 40 DD tits (I'd checked her

dresser drawer too out of curiosity one day... | know that sounds weird, but | was younger back then, and trying

to understand breast sizes) and she had what's called a ghetto booty (which is exactly what my buddy Jake had

always said about her... which had always pissedoff, and | paid him back by ass fucking his mother during

the entire summer | turned eighteen... | actually still fucked her whenever | was in town, as she loved BBC, and

was actually quite the freak).

"Hi, Mama," | said, as she squeezedhard, her huge tits pressing against me. If she weren't my mother...

"Dre," my Dad echoed, but his greeting was delivered in that off-handed casual way a Dad always says hi to his

son... even though it had been six months since we'd last seen each other.

"Dad!" | said, not at all reticent about showing my enthusiasm, wishing to shake his hand, but my mother wasn't

ready to let go of her baby boy.

"You're going to suffocate the boy to death," Dad joked.

"Yeah, right, I'll overpower him just like that! But | missed him," Mama explained, givinga kiss on the cheek

and reluctantly lettinggo.

"I missed you too," | replied as | noticed something odd... she was wearing pantyhose... white pantyhose. She

never wore pantyhose except to funerals, expounding if asked, they were only for black women if they wanted to

look white. So I asked, "Were you just at a funeral?"

"What? Why?" she asked, as she slipped out of her four-inch heels... also something she never wore... since even

without them she was tall for a woman.

"You're wearing pantyhose," | pointed out, recalling vividly her criticizing my high school girlfriend Josie, a black

beauty | went to prom with (I wonder where she is now), who wore pantyhose that night.

"Your mother's fashion sense has changed," Dad said.

"Yeah, what can | say?" Mama shrugged, as | noticed her toenails were also painted... red... yet another thing I'd

never seen her do. "I've becfashionable."

| laughed, "That's not something | thought you'd ever say."

"What?" she asked. "Your mother can't be fashionable?"

"Of course you can," | hurried to explain. "It's just that | recall your lengthy tirades about black women wearing

pantyhose."

"Yeah, | remember those too; but | was wrong."

"Okay, sister," | said. "Who are you, and where are you hiding my Mama?" My mother not one for ever admitting

she was wrong.

"Brat," she said, slapping my ass... one more thing she never did. She then changed the subject. "Hungry?"

"Am | ever not hungry?" | asked.

"I guess not; sthings never change," she said, as she headed into the kitchen.

"Nope, I'm a growing boy," | joked, as | followed Mama into the kitchen and noticed her nylons actually had

seams down the backs of her legs. Hot! Weird... but still hot. We chatted all night, played scards, and

reminisced.