We had new neighbours

Starts slow but builds up. Hope you like it. Constructive criticism welcomed. If you are going to be negative please let me know what you have written so I can take pointers.

I was 17, school holidays and bored, then I found out we had new neighbours. I didn’t see them move in but my mum informed me at the tea table. They were a “Friendly coloured family” she described them as. She never said “black”. “The first coloureds in the neighbourhood” she proudly proclaimed, as if she had just won a prize “And right next door to us too” she went on. Now O.K. there wasn’t any “coloureds” around the neighbourhood but they certainly weren’t a novelty, as my mum seemed to insinuate. My parents had moved around a lot and so were quite cosmopolitan in their attitude, my mum very much so, my father a little less tolerant of some but “coloureds were o.k”

A couple of days went by before I met the father of the family, Derek. He stood about 5’ 6” tall and was slightly built. Derek was very black, probably the blackest skin tone I had ever seen, he introduced himself, shook my hand and off he went. I couldn’t place his accent but it was very broad. He had proudly told me he worked permanent nights for the Fire-brigade.
Mother then came out the house, she was a tall, statuesque, “Amazonian” and handsome woman, much taller than her husband. She was the opposite to her husband, a light coffee coloured skin, huge brown eyes and lips that looked as though they were just made to be kissed, full, deep red and moist. High cheek bones and she had had her hair straightened and shaped into a “Bob” around her face, she was very pretty and I developed an instant adolescent crush as well as an instant boner! She shook my hand and introduced herself as Maisy. Her hand wasn’t as big as I thought it would be, given her build and was as soft as silk, I didn’t want to let go and must have made a right prick of myself, hanging on to her as I did.
She told me that they had a daughter, about my age. How she knew how old I was I don’t know, probably my mum? I hadn’t had the privilege of seeing the daughter yet but if she was anything like her mom!! “You’ll have to come around for tea and meet Rosie” she beamed at me. “Can’t wait” I spluttered out, without thinking. Maisy eventually managed to prize my hand from hers and went back into the house.

Next morning I got out of bed, did my usual grabbing and stretching exercises, which mainly involves tugging and stretching my cock, threw back the curtains to let the bright sunlight in and, when my eyes eventually focussed saw movement in next doors garden. There was Maisy and, whom I can only presume to be Rosie, her daughter, doing star jumps. Both dressed in tight lycra bottoms and skimpy, sleeveless vests. Maisy had huge breasts, restricted, or at least it was doing it’s best, by a sports bra and Rosie, smaller up top but bra-less. I could see her nipples pointing through her vest from here! Both looked up, smiled their huge white smiles and waved at me. Rosie had her curly black hair tied back in a kind of bun. She had the same high cheek bones and huge eyes of her mother and also those luscious lips. Slightly smaller and slimmer than her mom but she looked lean and fit as a fiddle. Back to tugging on my cock! I fantasised off having both mother and daughter bent over, naked, and me taking turns to fuck them both in their pussies and bums. I’d never fucked a girl up the bum so it was a bit of a favourite fantasy of mine and to visualise two big black willing bums, so it didn’t take me long to cum, streams of white sticky stuff squirting into my sock. Yes a sock jock!

I got some cereal for breakfast and decided to walk the dog, both of us needing some fresh air. As I approached home a figure ran past me, a blur really as I was still fantasising. It was Rosie, she had the same tight vest on but now was wearing extremely tight red shorts. She turned as she went past me and stopped. “Hi, I’m Rosie” she said holding out her hand. “You must be Dave…..I’m 15, in case you were wondering. She was way ahead of me, yes I had wondered how old she was but for her to make a point of telling me? I quickly regained my composure and, purposely didn’t put out my hand to hers. “Around here it’s customary to kiss when greeting” I cheekily said, leaning towards her and pecking her on the cheek. Her huge brown eyes lit up, she broke into a massive grin, bearing those perfect, sparkling, white teeth and replied, “Call that a kiss?” before jogging off again. The vision of her bum joggling along, as she ran, again caused me to walk with three legs.

Later that afternoon there was a knock at the door, I answered it to be greeted by Rosie, still bra-less. I couldn’t take my eyes of her nipples, “As big as lorry wheel nuts” was the expression us guys used to describe big nipples. “Err…up here” she said as she saw me staring. I immediately blushed and looked up to her face. “Sorry” I stammered “…. miles away”. “Mom wants to know if you like Mango curry and want to come around for tea tonight?” she asked, lowering her eyes as she attempted to keep my eye contact, which was drifting south again. “ I’ve never tried it” I eventually said, raising my gaze to hers. “Mom makes the most incredibly Mango curry, you ought to come around tonight and try it”. Rosie insisted. “Er..o.k. then what time?” I answered. “About 7 o clock, before dad goes to work” Rosie told me. “Yeah great” I replied. “Bring a cloth to wipe up your drool” she said with a smile as she turned to leave. I then noticed I was drooling, who could blame me, she was gorgeous and those nipples, damn fantastic!

Later I showered and covered myself with aftershave, didn’t want to make a bad impression at the tea table. My mum and dad were out for the night so I locked the house and went next door. Derek greeted me, again shaking my hand, Maisy came to meet me and held out her hand to shake mine when suddenly Rosie came into view, “It’s customary to kiss when greeting around these parts” she shouted to her mom, mimicking what I had said earlier. With that Maisy took my face in both her silky smooth hands and planted a big kiss on my lips. They tasted heavenly and I stood like a demented moron for a moment before Rosie quickly made her way to me, she too grabbed my face I her hands and planted a wet kiss on my lips, taking a little longer than her mom. “Hi” she said, a wicked glint in her eye as she let me go. Now whether on purpose or not, I don’t know but as she dropped her hand from my face she slid it down my front and the back of her hand stroked across the inevitable hard on in my jeans. I instinctively jumped back. Derek burst out laughing “Not used to two pretty black girls kissing you?” “No” I replied “Quite a greeting”.

The air was filled with the smell of the curry, if it tasted half as good I was in for a treat.