Andy and Amy moved next door to me a couple of years ago. They were a nice enough couple but a bit bland. He seemed more interested in fussing about their lawn than anything else, and she didn’t seem to have any interests or hobbies. Boring.

They were good neighbors, though. Andy would often help me with groceries or give me a hand around the yard. As a widow well past retirement age, I was happy to accept a little assistance from the young man. It wasn’t the easiest living alone and dealing with the chores my sweet husband used to take care of. Life can be rough for a widowed black woman of a certain age.

Andy looked like middle management. “He’d wave at me with a smile, “Good morning, Miss Rhonda.” He was always congenial. Andy was chubby and conservative. He looked like he belonged at some desk at some Midwestern bank.

I remember thinking that Amy was a lot more attractive than her husband. You rarely see a “ten” married to a “five” often. She was a jogger with a tight little body, a small ass, and perky little breasts. I wondered what she saw in her nondescript hubby.

A few months after they moved in, Amy’s boy toy (what I called him) started visiting during the day when poor Andy was gone. Andy would be off to work in his grey sedan, and moments later, the young stud would be parking his red Camaro in their driveway. It was thrilling to watch the illicit escapades of the cute blonde housewife, who wasn’t so boring after all. Poor Andy.

Once in a while, if the wind was just right, I could sit on my back porch and listen to Amy’s moans of ecstasy. She was such an enthusiastic cheating slut! I’d get a voyeuristic thrill listening to her sexy affair, and a few times, I was lucky enough to spot her young hunk on their patio enjoying an after-sex smoke. He looked good in just his underwear, which contained a more than impressive bulge. There was finally some excitement in our mundane little neighborhood!

All good things must end, though, and after a few months of getting railed by her stud, Amy left her dumpy hubby in favor of the younger man. Andy, living alone in a too big house, was a mess. It was the least I could do to befriend the poor, forsaken man.

Andy had some weight to lose, and he wasn’t manly or macho. He wasn’t the sort of guy to catch a lady’s eye. I did, however, enjoy chatting together and felt a motherly urge to help the poor man through a difficult time. Soon, we started hanging out, and I appreciated his company as much as he liked mine.

I don’t think he’d ever had a black friend before -he had always been very sheltered. I could make him blush with the slightest risque comment. I enjoyed teasing him and watching him turn bright red. After a while, I noticed that Andy had developed a crush on me. That was a surprise. It’s amazing for a lady’s self-esteem when she catches a younger man stealing a peek at her figure. My little sweet Andy was a tit-man, and I loved to show a little cleavage to give him a thrill. Compared to Amy, my black-girl ass was enormous, and I liked to find some excuse to bend over in front of Andy -he’d always get so excited. I felt sorry for teasing the poor man, but it made me feel sexy again after all those years alone.

It was the night of Andy’s anniversary with Amy, and he was struggling. We were sitting on my couch, sharing a nice Cabernet. Somehow, between the tears and the wine, the poor man sobbed into my shoulder. He was inconsolable, and it was an awkward situation.

I felt protective of my unlikely friend and put my arm around him to soothe him. Between the loneliness and the wine, Andy struggled to get it together. He lied against me as I stroked his hair and whispered it would be okay. I felt like a mother caring for an upset child. I was, after all, 30 years older than the poor man.

At some point, Andy snuggled against my generous bosom. His cheek rested against the top of my breasts, and his hand was on my thigh. I have to be honest; I enjoyed the contact. As we snuggled, his breathing became more calm and relaxed. Outwardly, we were sharing a sweet little moment, but I was a little aroused with a man snuggled against my breasts for the first time since my late husband passed away.

It turns out I wasn’t the only one who felt a sexual thrill from our intimate moment. I noticed a small but unmistakable bulge in my neighbor’s slacks. I don’t know what came over me. “What’s this, Andy?” I reached out to touch the tip of his little bulge with my index finger. He moaned softly into my cleavage, and I thought he might start weeping again. “Are you having naughty thoughts? You are, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry.” Andy sat up and wiped his wet eyes. I’ll leave. I’m so sorry.”

I unbuttoned the top button on my blouse as Andy’s eyes widened. His hands were shaking as I revealed my large round tits. “Touch me, Andy.” My voice was stern, and he nodded submissively to obey. I stroked his hair as he lay in my lap, fondling the soft tit flesh. He reached under my dress to feel my hard nipples with his fingertips. I looked at the tiny lump in his pants and noticed the growing wet spot there. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of my new submissive boy as he lost himself in my womanly breasts.

We became more intimate after that night, but we weren’t lovers at first. Although I enjoyed my time with the shy man, I couldn’t picture Andy as a mate. He was unlike other lovers in my life—men who were assertive, aggressive, and well-endowed. Andy was the opposite.

He was thoughtful, though. Andy began caring for my yard on weekends and busied himself doing little projects around my house -anything for an excuse to hang around. He did little carpentry projects and brought me supper and a bottle of wine.

When I let him in the evenings, Andy would visit and lay his head on me as I lounged on the couch. He would fondle my big breasts until I opened my robe to present him with my charms. He loved to breastfeed, and I enjoyed the feeling of his gentle kisses on my engorged nipples. Andy was never bored of kissing and sucking my tits, and the little lump in his slacks was ever-present when we shared our intimate moments.

I loved to rest a heavy brown tit on his face as Andy sucked the teat from below. That sweet man was addicted to my mammaries, and I’d often make him massage them when they became sensitive from the constant attention. It was arousing to know that I held such power over him.

On one occasion, when I touched the tiny outline of Andy’s cock in his trousers, he moaned into my soft tits as a wet spot spread over his pants. “Andy, I can’t believe it. Have you no self-control?”. He looked so sad and upset at the scolding. It was the cutest thing!

“Take off those clothes right now, Andy. Put them in the laundry and get the washer started. I can’t have you staining my furniture with your little messes. Hurry up.”

When he returned to the living room, my neighbor attempted to shield his privates from me with his hands. His face was red with shame. “So you think I should show you these,” I opened my robe to display my mammoth tits framed by my sexy bra. “But you get to cover up? That’s fair, is it?” The shock on his face made me chuckle.

Andy dropped his hands, and I looked over his body. I decided that I would be putting him on a diet. He was soft and pudgy. I noticed his penis, so tiny as to be almost lost between his legs.

Imagine the insecurity a man must feel from being so sexually inadequate. I thought about Andy’s wife leaving him for a bigger and better lover, and although I understood her need for something better than Andy’s minuscule prick, I thought about how much of a blow it had been to his fragile ego. He seemed ready to cry as I looked him over.

“We need to get you dressed, little one,” I instructed Andy to retrieve a pair of underwear from the dresser in my bedroom. His cheeks grew red with embarrassment. “Pick a pair you like.” I suspected he would love the opportunity to look through my underwear drawer.

I’ve always collected frilly and feminine things and smiled as Andy sorted through my lace and silk undies. Was he excited to wear something of mine, or was he wondering what I looked like in them? He returned, holding a silky blue pair.

“Well, put them on, Andy.” His face was red, but he listened and slipped the panties up over his chubby thighs. “There, isn’t that better?” The poor man looked like he might cry. My underwear fit him well. The silk material hugged Andy’s chubby body, and his tiny erection tented the front. It has been ages since I was so turned on. He looked so cute and vulnerable.

“Would you feel better if I was just in panties as well, Andy?” His eyes grew wide.

I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders. After removing my slacks, I folded them over the back of a chair. My panties were pink and in a matching style to Andy’s pair. I know he was mesmerized by the sight of my wide hips and generous ass covered by the shiny, silky material. He looked like his eyes might bulge out of his head. Could he see how wet this perverted little scene was making me?

“Can you get the snap in the back for me?” I turned so that Andy could unhook my bra. His hands shook as he completed the task.

“What do you think, Andy?” I posed in front of him, his mouth agape. “I still look good for sixty, right?” He nodded. “Good enough to get myself a horny little white-boy boyfriend?” I stepped towards him, and we shared our first kiss.

We went to bed, and I learned Andy was an excellent kisser. He explored my body with his hands and then his mouth. He kissed little circles around my breasts, then my tummy and my pubic mound covered in my silky panties.

Andy moaned softly as he tasted the little wet spot on my panties. He kissed my inner thighs, my belly button, and finally, my cunt after removing the silky underwear. He loved my taste and my smell. I felt so sexy and attractive. That man adored my pussy.

I moaned, “God damn, Andy,” from the varying pressure of his tongue. His soft lips explored my opening, then kissed my clitoris. Andy slipped a finger, then two, inside my pussy. He licked my clit while thrusting his fingers in and out of the hot hole. The sound of my wetness filled the room, and my juices soaked the bedsheets as he finger-fucked me. Andy was relentless, and I was drunk with pleasure.

I squeezed his hand as a magnificent screaming orgasm overwhelmed me. My legs and arms spasmed as time stood still. I cried and swore and humped my pubic mound against Andy’s face. His talented tongue continued urging me to ecstatic heights.

When the feeling receded, his touch became feather soft -loving little kisses on my hot, wet sex. Who would have guessed such an unassuming man could possess such a wonderful talent? My neighbor was a pussy eating savant.

We kissed as I caught my breath. The taste of my juices on Andy’s lips made me feel naughty. My entire body tingled. I stroked his hair as he nuzzled an erect nipple.

He slid down my body to pleasure me with his mouth again. This time, Andy was gentle and patient. I relaxed and luxuriated in the feeling of his mouth on my pussy. His tongue traced the folds of my pussy as gently as a whisper, and a second climax washed over me like a warm rain. I took his face in my hands and held his gaze. What a beautiful and thoughtful man he was.

When I removed Andy’s panties, I was shocked by the size of his erection. I wanted to cry for the poor man. His micropenis was hard and eager. It resembled my thumb in size and was covered in a glistening layer of precum. I teased the head with the tip of two fingers. The little cock jerked with excitement. Andy cried out, and his tiny cock erupted its meager load.

Andy began to apologize, “I’m sorry. It’s just that I was…” He was upset and couldn’t finish his sentence.

I kissed and silenced him. “Sweet boy, you have nothing to be sorry for. You were wonderful.” I rubbed his shrinking dicklette with my thumb and index finger. When soft, Andy’s cock was a little nub -barely an inch in length. He stroked my hair as we cuddled and caught our breath.

Our relationship grew quickly after that night. Andy spoiled me. We’d eat dinner together and, after clearing the plates, Andy liked to massage me then pleasure me with his mouth. No lady had ever been more taken care of.

We lay in bed together after drinking a generous amount of wine one night. Andy nuzzled my soft brown bosom as we talked about life and sex. I learned that boring middle-class Andy was kinkier than I had imagined.

The wine made him forward enough to ask about my past -sex with my husband or other men. “Was it a lot different than it is with me?”

“It was different, Andy. Oscar wasn’t as gentle as you are. He didn’t like eating pussy like you do, but our sex was wonderful. Every man is different.”

“What did you like about it? Was he bigger?” Andy had asked this sort of question before. I knew he got a thrill out of this topic.

“He was much bigger, Andy. Oscar had a beautiful cock. It was thick and heavy, and I loved how he felt inside me.” I was thankful for Andy -such a sweet and caring lover- but I also wished for a man who could fuck me.

I reached over to fondle Andy’s hard little cock. I took a fingertip and traced the precum around the tiny head. Andy moaned -already close to orgasm. “Do you wish you had a big cock like that?”

“Mmmm. Yes.” Andy could hardly speak. I knew this teasing was his biggest turn-on.

“You’re so much smaller than other men, Sweetheart.” I shifted my body and lifted a hard brown nipple to his lips. He sucked it eagerly, sending sparks to my pussy. “It’s okay though. Your tongue makes me feel so good.”

Andy was close to cumming, and I slowed the movement of my fingertip on his glans. “You deserve it, Rhonda. You deserve bigger. You deserve to get fucked.” Andy was panting and could barely manage to whisper his sentences before he choked back a moan.

“Would you like that, my sweet boy? Would you like a real man to fuck my pussy? Would you be jealous as he stretched me out? Could you handle seeing me cum on a thick manly cock?” Andy’s tiny cock began jerking, and he shot a copious load of cum. It was the biggest orgasm I’d ever seen him have.

Later, as we cuddled, Andy massaged my big tits. “Rhonda, I want to tell you something, but I’m afraid you’ll think less of me.”

“You can tell me, Andy. I’m sure it’s fine.”

“It’s when Amy and I were together. After we moved here next to you.” He hesitated. Whatever it was he wanted to talk about, the topic was difficult.

I leaned over and kissed him. “You can tell me, Andy. What is it?”

“You know how Amy was sleeping with someone when I was at work? Well…” He was mustering the courage to say it. “His name was Dale. I knew about it all. We -Amy and I -we planned the whole thing together.”

I have to admit I was shocked. “You knew? You knew she was cheating?”

“She wasn’t cheating. Not really. Dale was someone she knew from the gym. I agreed to it all. He was big. Big. Amy liked that.”

I was trying to understand this new reality. “Weren’t you jealous, Andy?”

“I was so fucking jealous. But I liked it too, Rhonda. I liked her to tell me about their sex. I wanted to taste her.” He was shaking with nervousness. “I would taste her afterward. She could be mean about it -comparing me to him. I liked that. It was exciting for both of us.”

“It made sex better for us. It was forbidden and exciting. Amy was happiest after having sex with him. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make her feel like Dale did. She loved his big cock.” I remembered the sounds of their coupling and especially Amy’s enthusiasm. Andy was right. His wife had been having fantastic sex.

“I needed Dale too, Rhonda. I needed another man to fuck my wife. I couldn’t make her happy.”

Andy stroked my hair as I took in this new information. I stared at the ceiling, unsure how I felt about it all.

“Do you think I’m a pervert?” He was so vulnerable.

“Kind of, yeah.” I began giggling and squeezed his arm. I kissed him a long and passionate kiss. “You’re my little pervert -my sexy, wonderful pervert.”

It turns out that it had been Dale who couldn’t handle their unusual relationship. Dale was jealous, and once Amy’s pregnancy test came back positive, he insisted she leave her husband. She chose animal attraction over her sweet and caring husband.

Andy and I grew closer over time. I didn’t mind his unusual kink, and I grew to like teasing him about his unfortunate endowment. It didn’t surprise me when he suggested I seek a lover. The idea of a bigger and more viral man pleasing me was such a trigger for him.

“What if I like it too much, Andy? What if that big cock ruins me for you? That’s what happened with your wife. You know you can’t compete with a real man.”

I teased the little bulge in Andy’s silky underwear. He was teetering on the edge of orgasm. The kinky talk had him dangerously close, so I had to be careful touching his little penis. I wanted to share my news before he climaxed.

“I have a secret, Andy. Want to hear it?” He looked at me with a desperate expression. He groaned as he nodded.

“I have a date coming up on Friday. A date with a big, sexy man. I’m so excited, Andy. It’s been so long since I’ve had a good fuck.”

Andy looked at me -his eyes open wide. “Who?” He could barely manage a single word. I pulled his hand away from the silky undies. He was shaking with excitement.

“There’s a man I know. We’ve been together before. It was before I met you, Andy. He’s really special. I love the way he fucks. He has an amazing cock, Andy. It’s so big and thick.”

I stroked his cheek. “Don’t touch yourself, Sweetheart. Don’t cum yet. There’s more that I want to tell you.” I put his hands on my tits. My nipples were hard with arousal.

“I told him all about you, Andy. He knows everything.” Andy’s eyes were wide with surprise. The excitement was too much for him. “Darius laughed when I told him about your little problem, Sweetheart. It made him want me even more. Men like him have an ego that needs feeding. He’s going to make me submit to his huge cock. He’s going to make you a cuckold, Baby.”

“I’m so glad you want this, Andy, because I need it. It’s been too long for me -too long without proper sex. I need a man like Darius to quench that thirst. I need his big cock inside me. I need to be fucked. I need him to thrust in me until I’m helpless with desire. I’m desperate for sex like that. I want him to own my pussy.”

I touched the head of his cock. “Do you need relief?” He squeezed my arm. His eyes were screwed shut. I rubbed his little bulge, and Andy moaned. The little cock jerked under the panties, and a dark stain spread out, soaking the silky material.

 

The End.

 

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