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Welcome to the Neighborhood
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

A young woman marries a rich older man but finds what 
she really needs across the street. (MF, cheat)

***

I was weeding out along the fence when I became aware 
that I was not alone. I saw a pair of cork platform 
heels and some long legs so I stood and felt my cock 
jerk to life as I faced a luscious young blonde who 
was blinking at me from about a foot away. A ten, 
maybe an eleven in a very small jumper with the zipper 
wide open and the bulbous jugs straining the cloth.

"Hi," she said, sticking out her hand. "We're your new 
neighbors, just across the circle, Jim and me. I'm 
Dee." She smiled. She was young and lovely, high 
school age I guessed, and her body was built for sex 
not speed. My tool swelled and my balls ached.

"Yeah," I said, holding her hand and pulling her a bit 
closer, "I saw all those trucks last week. You sure 
got a lot of stuff."

She chuckled. "Yep, he got a decorator to do the whole 
house, even the basement playroom. It looks like, I 
don't know, one of those magazines, sort of un-lived-
in, posing."

I was still holding her hand and her jutting nipples 
were an inch from my bare chest. She looked up and 
licked her soft lips.

"I can't figure out how to turn on the outside water. 
He asked me to water the grass this morning. It's on a 
timer thing. Can you help me?"

I let go of her hand and nodded. "Sure, lead the way."

I watched her prime ass swing and followed her across 
the cul-de-sac and right into the big house, almost 
the same as mine. We went down in the cellar, and I 
showed her the cut-off valves and turned them on. 
"They have to be off in the winter, keeps the pipes 
from freezing."

She nodded. "Can you do me another favor?"

"Sure," I said, "anything." I tried not to think about 
what I wanted to do for her.

She smiled and licked her lips. Salaciously? said my 
evil mind. "Well, I think this place is wired, you 
know cameras and mikes. Can you tell?"

"Probably," I said, scanning the ceiling edges and 
seeing what might have been a very small one in the 
far corner. "Let's go look around."

We ended up in the big front bedroom and from the hall 
and silently, I showed her the two cameras and then 
she followed me downstairs. Every room was wired 
except the bathrooms as far as I could tell, but they 
might have been up in the heat ducts. There was 
probably some recording equipment hidden away in a 
closet.

"It's very nice, your new furniture," I said loudly. 
"Thanks for the tour."

She blinked up and me and then said, "Oh." And smiled.

"Why don't you come over and have lunch with me some 
day?"

"Good, yes, I haven't done any shopping. All we have 
is breakfast stuff. We're going to have supper 
downtown, in a restaurant." She followed me out and my 
hopes rose along with my cock.

"Which car is yours?" There were two in the garage, a 
Jag and a Fiat 500.

"The Arbath. It can really zip. Maybe you could show 
me the best grocery store." She was wearing a loose-
fitting blue denim romper that zipped up the front and 
tied at the waist and those impossible shoes that made 
her about six inches taller than she was, just about 
my height. The open zipper showed no bra beneath, just 
bulging girl.

She followed me back across the way and sat at my 
kitchen table while I fixed some grilled cheese 
sandwiches. I poured her a Coke and sat across from 
her.

"This is nice. You live alone?"

"Got a son in college. My wife's dead, car accident." 
I didn't tell her that the insurance plus my pension 
let me live so well without working.

"You retired?"

"No. I'm a writer, so I can work at home." The truth 
was I hadn't written anything but a couple of short 
articles in a year.

She sighed and slumped. "I'm what I guess you call a 
newlywed, just last month. I was in school, prep 
school. He's a nice man, very rich you understand, 
works for his daddy, lawyers."

"I saw the big black car this morning and wondered."

"Part of the deal. He says he works on the way to 
work."

We finished and she licked her lips. "Anyhow, I've got 
a problem, one I didn't know I'd have. Maybe you can 
help me."

"He'll know you're not at home."

She nodded. "Visiting the new neighbors." She pulled 
the zipper of her jumper all the way down to her trim 
waist. "He's a fag I guess. I mean I guess I should 
have known. Every boy I went out with tried to get in 
my pants. He didn't, a real gentleman."

"How old are you? How old is he?"

"I'm twenty; he's fifty-some, fifty-three I think."

"How long have you known him?"

She sniffed and looked away. "Couple of months. I 
admit it. It was his money, the diamond bracelet, the 
trips, the nightclubs, the country club, the islands. 
You understand. He said he wanted to wait, to surprise 
me. He did. His thing is about as big as my thumb and 
all he wants is for me to suck it."

She stood and wiggled out of her little jumper and 
tossed it away. Her young body was pale and perfect, 
her breasts baseball sized, her waist trim, her belly 
soft, groin shaved. She peeled off her thong and faced 
me in her dumb shoes.

I smiled, stood and peeled off my shorts.

She screamed and jumped back, hand to her lips. "Oh 
migawd, it's... I don't know, it's beautiful. 
Beautiful and frightening."

I smiled, took her hand and pulled her to me, kissed 
her with my big ram trapped between us, poking her 
belly and ribs, and then I pushed her back to the 
wall, turned her about and said, "Spread your legs," 
and bent my knees.

She shook her head, eyes wide, mouth hanging open as I 
entered her and filled her and lifted her right off 
the floor on my big prick. Then I got both hand on her 
breasts, clamped her to me and started boning her hard 
and deep.

She squealed and arched, I yanked it out, turned her 
around, drove it back into her and her legs came up 
and her shoulders and head pressed the wall as our 
bodies merged in action, crashing and smacking 
together.

She was good, extra good and she gave as much as she 
took. "You protected?" I asked between grunts of 
effort.

She nodded, gasping for breath, and I let her have it, 
three or four big blasts and then one that blew us 
apart.

She sank to her knees, cleaned me off carefully and 
completely, licked my balls and then came up and 
rested in my arms. "Let's find a bed," she sighed.

I led her upstairs, turned back the bed and she 
flopped, smiling. I was on her and in her quickly, 
surprising myself. Once a day was about all I could 
usually manage.

An hour or so later, she rolled over and said, "I 
ought to get back."

"Want me to go to the store with you?"

She bent and kissed my limp cock. "No, you rest. 
You'll need it."

END

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