****** The Neighbours by Belias ******
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The Neighbours


My name is Bob. I live the American dream. I live in a nice house, have a nice
job, a beautiful wife and children that are off to college. The neighborhood I
live in is the epitome of suburbia. Everyone's house is as immaculate as their
lawns. On Saturdays without exception every husband in the neighborhood begins
the process of cutting, raking and otherwise caring for their lawn. This is
what I was doing when they moved in.

The house next door to me had sat empty for months. The neighbors were
beginning to complain that the lawn wasn't up to our standards and that someone
should get in touch with the owners. Before anything could be organized, the
moving van pulled up. I smiled happy that all the unpleasantness would be
avoided, as I was probably going to be voted to complain. I always was.

The movers began taking things into the house. It was all covered with sheets
so no one could get a look at the condition of their furniture. As the
neighborhood stared in curiosity a large black limousine pulled up to the curb.
As I watched in amazement an African-American woman, no less than 6'2" stepped
out of the driver's side. She was dressed in a black chauffeur's uniform. She
was quite stunning actually.

She walked around to the passenger's side and with a military poise opened the
door. I almost cut off my foot, so in shock was I that I forgot I was mowing
the lawn. At first I thought it was a child, then realized my mistake. A man of
about 4' tall stepped out of the car onto the lawn. He had dark hair and
mustache, dressed in a quite smart suit of a style I was not familiar with. He
looked around, now planting a cigar into his mouth. Taking a huge puff, he
looked around and nodded to the chauffeur. He turned to the car, holding a hand
out to someone inside. I now stopped walking, the mower running in one place. I
couldn't take my eyes off of the scene as a black gloved hand reached out to
his. A figure dressed completely in black, including a veil stepped out. She
was about 5"9 or so, her black dress barely moved as she walked across the lawn
to the now open door of the house.

I was just about to return to my mowing when another figure stepped out of the
car. She looked to be 17 or 18, wearing a Catholic girl's skirt and white
blouse. She was a bit skinny and her black hair worn in pigtails causing her to
look even younger. As I looked on she began to skip to the door, then suddenly
turned in my direction. She smiled and then curtsied. I don't know why but I
was suddenly confronted with a hard-on. It was quite obvious in my sweats that
I wore to mow. The girl pointed at it, laughed and ran into the house. I looked
around to find my neighbors looking at me quite disdainfully and begin their
mowing again.

Finding that my hardened condition would not go away and it was impossible to
walk, let alone mow the lawn, I had no choice to shut off my mower and retreat
to the bathroom and relieve myself. It took me a while as images of the little
girl curtsying kept flashing in my head as Id begin to jerk off. Finally I had
no choice but to close my eyes and let my mind wonder over her little body as
the images took a life of their own. She twirled around so that I could see her
panties. She did a cheerleader jump throwing her legs out in a mid air split.
Then she stopped, turned away from me, while she lifted her skirt showing her
pink panties. She reached for her waistband and just as she was ready to pull
them down, I came. I came so hard I almost fell off the toilet. As it was I
came all over myself .Upon completing the lawn, I stayed pretty much inside and
did not see any of the new neighbors until the next Saturday.

The first thing I noticed was that the neighbors had not cut their lawn. Oh
boy, I could just hear it now. Your going to have to go over there and explain
that this neighborhood had standards. Jeez why'd it always have to be him. I
would try to avoid it but sooner or later I'd have to go over there. I was
mowing the backyard, getting as close to the 4' high wooden fence as I could.
I'd have to touch it up with the weed wacker but for now It would do. Casually
I glanced at my new neighbor's yard to see how bad it was and to my frustration
I noticed the girl. She was turned away from me, jumping rope. Still in her
Catholic girl skirt, with every jump pink panty flashed before my eyes. To my
surprise I was mesmerized by this scene. Even after she stopped I found myself
unable to take my eyes from this girl.

She turned to face me. Again she smiled and gave me a curtsey. Again my cock
filled with blood and stuck out, tenting my sweats. I stood there and stared,
the mowing continuing to run as I watched her approach.

"Hello" she said with a smile.

"Hi" I responded

"Do you want to play with me?"

"Yes...I mean no...I mean..."

"Well which is it?" She was just over the fence now. "Well by the look of
things I'd say the answer was yes. Isn't it?"

"Yes, I stuttered aware that my cock strained against my sweats."

"My mother always tells me not to play with strangers...so you'll just have to
play with your self for now."

"What?" I asked shocked by her statement.

"Play with yourself...Now."

I hesitated, confused as much by my wish to comply as by her demand. "Drop
those sweats and start playing!" she said as if commanding a dog.

I became dizzy as if drunk of in a trance. I was only slightly aware that I was
reaching for the elastic of my sweat pants. With a quick tug, I stood between
the hedge row and the wooden fence with my pants at my ankles and my cock
rising to meet her gaze.

"Now start jerking that thing off!"

As I would think that I shouldn't be doing this, my head would swoon and the
thought would be gone I grasped my cock in my right hand and began stroking it
while this skinny girl next door watched as if she were watching tv.

"C'mon now you can do it faster than that."

I picked up my pace and pounded my prick as if my life depended on it.

She now twirled her right pigtail in and smiled in delight as I worked myself
quickly to a finish. My balls began to tingle and was ready to shoot when she
knelt over the fence and cupped her little hand in front of my exploding cock.

"Uhhh..." I grunted and shot my first load onto her hand.

"More!" she demanded

I shot again into her palm. Again and again I shot cum. It covered her entire
hand and wrist. I fell over and continued to cum on myself. When I recovered
she was gone. I lay there on the grass with my limp dick in my hand and cum on
my stomach. I quickly realized that my head was sticking out of the hedges. I
had to pick myself up before anyone noticed. I sat up and dragged myself to a
standing position, holding onto the fence. She was just about to enter the back
door of the house. She had just licked the last of my jizz from her hand when
she turned to me and smiled.

Once she was out of sight I pulled up my sweats and practically ran back
inside. My wife was sitting at the kitchenette, just hanging up the phone.

"Bob, have you seen our neighbors?" she asked seemingly annoyed.

"Uhh...uhhh..No," I said. "Why?"

"I've been getting calls all day asking if you would talk to them about their
lawn."

Oh no, go over there, I thought. Why do I always have to do these things?

"Bob, you know you're the only one with any balls in this neighborhood."

"They're so... weird though", I whined.

"Bob, you have to go talk to them. The condition of their lawn is making our
property look bad. after all they're right next door."

There was no way of getting out of this. I was going to have to go over there
and talk to them.

This is the first part with many others on the way if I get enough positive
feedback.

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