("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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." 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