Love Thy Neighbour (the un-aired episode)
“Flamin' Nora!”. Joan Booth rolled her eyes as she heard her husband shout as he slammed the front door. She knew even before he entered the living room what the cause of his consternation was likely to be. “That bloody choc-ice!” he thundered. “He's only replaced me as foreman! White always takes precedence over black – especially in our factory”.
"Don't be ridiculous Eddie!", “ME being ridiculous?!! I'm off to the pub for a union meeting with Jacko and Arthur. We need to plan to have him sacked!”. The front door slammed again.
Joan could never understand why Eddie was so unwelcoming to and rude about their black neighbours. Barbie had quickly become one of Joan's best friends and their time together was always more relaxed and fun when their husbands weren't around. Whilst Bill could also be a hot-head, to be fair he usually only ever responded to something silly that Eddie had said or done. Indeed, Eddie had occasionally stormed round to hammer on their neighbours' front door, threatening to punch Bill. Thankfully, Bill had always been restrained by Barbie – just as well because he was so much taller and with a powerful physique.
She pondered what she could do to smooth things over this time. She had only just taken a Victoria sponge for her mother out of the oven – and quickly decided to take it instead as a peace offering to her neighbours. She brushed her hair, freshened her make up and straightened her blouse and skirt.
There was a knock at the door. “Damn!” When Bill had arrived home he had found that his wife had already left for her evening class at the local school. He had changed and gone for a quick run around the local park; something he often did when he had had a run-in with “the snowflake” next door. He could never work out which he enjoyed more, the exercise, or the relaxing hot bath when he returned home.
The knock at the door had caught him just about to step into the bath. He took a deep breath as he wrapped a towel around his waist and hastened to the front door. If that was Eddie. . . . Then God help him! He raised himself up to his full height and grabbed the front door.
Expecting Barbie to answer, Joan barged in “I made this to say sorry – I gather Eddie has been a pain again”. She was stopped in her tracks as she walked into what she thought was a brick wall. It was in fact Bill. What bits of the Victoria sponge were not smeared on his chest, had fallen to the floor along with his towel.
Automatically, Joan had crouched to pick up the remnants of cake that had fallen to the floor. “I'm so sorry!” she said. “I've made things a thousand times worse haven't I?”
“Barbie's at her evening class – and don't worry, it was very kind of you Joan”. He was already feeling guilty for having answered the door so aggressively. He realised that for the last few seconds he had been talking to himself. Joan was on her knees and appeared to be mesmerised by his cock. And as he watched her watching it, it started to excite him – and his muscle started to stiffen. Joan looked in total shock.
“What's the matter Joan, never seen a black cock before?” he said, trying to lighten the mood and reduce the embarrassment for them both.
Joan's only sex education had been behind the bike sheds at school. Boys had a willy, or a thingy; and girls had a fanny or a quim. Eddie's was the only willy she had ever seen for real. Whatever it was that Bill had between his legs it definitely wasn't a willy or a thingy – and if it was what Bill had called a cock then she definitely hadn't seen one before.
Partly driven by curiosity, partly by an auto response, Joan started to stroke Bill's cock. She thrilled as it got harder and bigger. She was mystified that she could hardly get her fingers all the way around it – and she hadn't managed to take her eyes off it for the last 5 minutes. His balls too, seemed to hang all the way to his knees.
Bill had come to the conclusion that Eddie only had two real faults – he was a bigot and he was ignorant. He was now rapidly assessing Eddie's only redeeming feature – his wife. He had heard some of the guys in the Calypso club bragging that white women were desperate for black cock, couldn't get enough of it and would happily do things that Barbie wouldn't dream of, to keep a black man happy sexually.
He decided the time was right for them both to find out exactly what it was thery were missing. “Come on Joan” he said, holding his hand out to help her up. “Why don't you bend over the back of the settee?” Her head was still spinning. What was he going to do? Clearly it wasn't sexual whatever it was because they weren't heading for the bedroom.
And she was also trying to work out what Bill used his cock for – because that obviously couldn't go where Eddie's thingy usually did. Bill hitched up her skirt and began to pull her knickers down. It was then that she realised that they were soaking wet – but she couldn't remember peeing herself? Bill's cock was now well and truly ready for action. He rubbed it up and down and around the entrance to her coochie, which was dripping wet. He told her to brace herself and to tense her legs. She did as she was told.
One push and he slid it in quite easily, her by now being extremely well lubricated. “Oh My God!!” she cried but not in fear or in pain. She was thrilled that this big black cock had filled her so completely and was now starting to move, slowly at first like a train edging out of a station. As he built up speed, Joan suddenly panicked as she realised that Bill was only half way in. She was never going to be able to take it all, surely?
Bill leant over her back, cupping her breasts underneath and whispered soothingly, “You're doing just great!”. He pulled her hips back slightly as he pushed deeper and her body responded perfectly. She seconded him and soon found how greedy her fanny was for cock. She pushed back with force every time she could feel that cock piston into her and they upped the rate of pushes, like a rowing crew upping it's stroke level in the final stages of a race.
Suddenly she felt her pulse quickening, her heart thumping and her vaginal muscles tensing and twitching. She was panting, her breathing ragged and she was barely able to take air in. She started to moan and to shriek. She needed an ambulance and she needed it now. She was sure she was having a seizure of some sort.
But Bill seemed to be in a world of his own. He was now smashing in and out of her with barely any regard for her well being. “I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum” he shouted and kept his cock in her to the hilt as the first blobs of his cream shot deep almost into Joan's uterus. Her legs trembled and she collapsed over the settee and she realised that she had just had the first orgasm of her life. Sex would never ever be the same again.
She was still on the highest possible high – and grateful that she wasn't pregnant. The only real lesson she had learned behind the bike shed was that you can't get pregnant if you do it standing up. Until today she couldn't really conceive how you could actually do it standing up – but knowing now what real men have between their legs, it all made absolute sense.
And better still after Eddie's unnecessary ranting, as the pastor said each Sunday, God loves those who Love Thy Neighbour! xx
"Don't be ridiculous Eddie!", “ME being ridiculous?!! I'm off to the pub for a union meeting with Jacko and Arthur. We need to plan to have him sacked!”. The front door slammed again.
Joan could never understand why Eddie was so unwelcoming to and rude about their black neighbours. Barbie had quickly become one of Joan's best friends and their time together was always more relaxed and fun when their husbands weren't around. Whilst Bill could also be a hot-head, to be fair he usually only ever responded to something silly that Eddie had said or done. Indeed, Eddie had occasionally stormed round to hammer on their neighbours' front door, threatening to punch Bill. Thankfully, Bill had always been restrained by Barbie – just as well because he was so much taller and with a powerful physique.
She pondered what she could do to smooth things over this time. She had only just taken a Victoria sponge for her mother out of the oven – and quickly decided to take it instead as a peace offering to her neighbours. She brushed her hair, freshened her make up and straightened her blouse and skirt.
There was a knock at the door. “Damn!” When Bill had arrived home he had found that his wife had already left for her evening class at the local school. He had changed and gone for a quick run around the local park; something he often did when he had had a run-in with “the snowflake” next door. He could never work out which he enjoyed more, the exercise, or the relaxing hot bath when he returned home.
The knock at the door had caught him just about to step into the bath. He took a deep breath as he wrapped a towel around his waist and hastened to the front door. If that was Eddie. . . . Then God help him! He raised himself up to his full height and grabbed the front door.
Expecting Barbie to answer, Joan barged in “I made this to say sorry – I gather Eddie has been a pain again”. She was stopped in her tracks as she walked into what she thought was a brick wall. It was in fact Bill. What bits of the Victoria sponge were not smeared on his chest, had fallen to the floor along with his towel.
Automatically, Joan had crouched to pick up the remnants of cake that had fallen to the floor. “I'm so sorry!” she said. “I've made things a thousand times worse haven't I?”
“Barbie's at her evening class – and don't worry, it was very kind of you Joan”. He was already feeling guilty for having answered the door so aggressively. He realised that for the last few seconds he had been talking to himself. Joan was on her knees and appeared to be mesmerised by his cock. And as he watched her watching it, it started to excite him – and his muscle started to stiffen. Joan looked in total shock.
“What's the matter Joan, never seen a black cock before?” he said, trying to lighten the mood and reduce the embarrassment for them both.
Joan's only sex education had been behind the bike sheds at school. Boys had a willy, or a thingy; and girls had a fanny or a quim. Eddie's was the only willy she had ever seen for real. Whatever it was that Bill had between his legs it definitely wasn't a willy or a thingy – and if it was what Bill had called a cock then she definitely hadn't seen one before.
Partly driven by curiosity, partly by an auto response, Joan started to stroke Bill's cock. She thrilled as it got harder and bigger. She was mystified that she could hardly get her fingers all the way around it – and she hadn't managed to take her eyes off it for the last 5 minutes. His balls too, seemed to hang all the way to his knees.
Bill had come to the conclusion that Eddie only had two real faults – he was a bigot and he was ignorant. He was now rapidly assessing Eddie's only redeeming feature – his wife. He had heard some of the guys in the Calypso club bragging that white women were desperate for black cock, couldn't get enough of it and would happily do things that Barbie wouldn't dream of, to keep a black man happy sexually.
He decided the time was right for them both to find out exactly what it was thery were missing. “Come on Joan” he said, holding his hand out to help her up. “Why don't you bend over the back of the settee?” Her head was still spinning. What was he going to do? Clearly it wasn't sexual whatever it was because they weren't heading for the bedroom.
And she was also trying to work out what Bill used his cock for – because that obviously couldn't go where Eddie's thingy usually did. Bill hitched up her skirt and began to pull her knickers down. It was then that she realised that they were soaking wet – but she couldn't remember peeing herself? Bill's cock was now well and truly ready for action. He rubbed it up and down and around the entrance to her coochie, which was dripping wet. He told her to brace herself and to tense her legs. She did as she was told.
One push and he slid it in quite easily, her by now being extremely well lubricated. “Oh My God!!” she cried but not in fear or in pain. She was thrilled that this big black cock had filled her so completely and was now starting to move, slowly at first like a train edging out of a station. As he built up speed, Joan suddenly panicked as she realised that Bill was only half way in. She was never going to be able to take it all, surely?
Bill leant over her back, cupping her breasts underneath and whispered soothingly, “You're doing just great!”. He pulled her hips back slightly as he pushed deeper and her body responded perfectly. She seconded him and soon found how greedy her fanny was for cock. She pushed back with force every time she could feel that cock piston into her and they upped the rate of pushes, like a rowing crew upping it's stroke level in the final stages of a race.
Suddenly she felt her pulse quickening, her heart thumping and her vaginal muscles tensing and twitching. She was panting, her breathing ragged and she was barely able to take air in. She started to moan and to shriek. She needed an ambulance and she needed it now. She was sure she was having a seizure of some sort.
But Bill seemed to be in a world of his own. He was now smashing in and out of her with barely any regard for her well being. “I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum” he shouted and kept his cock in her to the hilt as the first blobs of his cream shot deep almost into Joan's uterus. Her legs trembled and she collapsed over the settee and she realised that she had just had the first orgasm of her life. Sex would never ever be the same again.
She was still on the highest possible high – and grateful that she wasn't pregnant. The only real lesson she had learned behind the bike shed was that you can't get pregnant if you do it standing up. Until today she couldn't really conceive how you could actually do it standing up – but knowing now what real men have between their legs, it all made absolute sense.
And better still after Eddie's unnecessary ranting, as the pastor said each Sunday, God loves those who Love Thy Neighbour! xx
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