Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2011 11:50:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lawrence Arabicus <lurker6000@yahoo.ca>
Subject: The Neighborhood part 3

This is a work which is not based on any real persons or events. If you are
not of legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not
continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun.

All materials presented herein copyright the author.

Thanks for all of the positive feedback on the first and second installments!

The Neighborhood Part III

      Rebecca lifted her hand to ring the bell beside the Sanderson's
large, oak door. It was precisely 6:15 AM, the same time she arrived every
Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning in order to pick up Evelyn Sanderson,
her jogging partner and next door neighbor. As her perfectly manicured
finger brushed the door bell button she heard a low moan from behind the
thick wooden portal.
	Frowning, Rebecca hesitated for a moment, wondering if she had
imagined the sound. Leaning forward she put her ear to the door, her right
hand resting on the handle. This time the sound was unmistakeable, a
woman's voice groaning lowly and ending in a high pitched whimper. She
pushed herself closer to the door.  Unsure if the sound was one of
distress, she was reluctant to burst into her friend's house. If she didn't
know that Bill Sanderson was out of town until that afternoon, she could
have sworn that the moans were elicited by lovemaking.
	Her hand tightened unconsciously on the door handle and the door
swung silently inward. Resting her weight against it, Rebecca almost fell
flat onto the marble tile floor of the Sanderson's entranceway. She quickly
gained her balance and glanced furtively around on the street behind
her. The neighborhood was quiet, the sun shimmering above the horizon
promising a warm day to come.
      As she turned back into the house, her reflection met her in the
large silver framed hall mirror, and she saw a tall woman, in her mid
thirties, dark brown hair bobbed stylishly, deep brown eyes behind stylish
black-rimmed glasses, wide shoulders, large breasts lashed to her chest by
her sports bra, wide, well-rounded hips in tight jogging pants. She nodded
approval at the efforts she had made to keep herself presentable.
      The moaning sounded again. Far more distinct on this side of the
doorway, it was now clear that they were Evelyn's gasps of
pleasure. Faintly annoyed at her friend's self-indulgence, Rebecca wondered
why she couldn't have waited until after their appointment to pleasure
herself. Then she heard the man's voice, grunting and huffing for
breath. Rebecca pursed her lips in thought, wondering who her friend's
lover might be. Curiosity and a suddenly insistent buzzing between her
thighs urged her to take a peek; discretion and propriety screamed at her
to remove herself immediately.
      She took a step forward and the buzzing crawled into her belly and
out to her nipples. Another few steps and she topped the landing above the
Sanderson's sunken living room. The buzzing became a rushing pulse and as
she saw the two figures on the white leather divan. She stepped back into
the hall and slid to a low crouch, her dark eyes fixed on the scene in
front of her.
      Evelyn straddled the prone figure on the divan, her back to both
Rebecca and her partner, a young man if his lean torso and and longish,
raven-black hair were an indication. His long-fingered hands clenched
Evelyn's meaty asscheeks, the wiry muscles in his arm flexing as she rode
him. Rebecca could hear the squelching wetness of Evelyn's cooze as her
hips gyrated, could see the long, glistening shaft of flesh disappear
between her neighbor's thighs.
      The room stank of wet pussy and sweat.  Rebecca leaned against the
wall and noticed that her hand was down her jogging pants and insistently
rubbing her engorged clit. It was then that she realized there was a small
mirror placed on a bookshelf in the living room that afforded her a perfect
view of Evelyn's face and swinging breasts, round and full, capped with
deep pink aereolas and stiff, protruding nipples. Rebecca slipped her hand
under the waistband of her panties and pushed three fingers into her now
sopping cunt, her eyes locked onto her neighbor thrashing on the young
man's cock. The pair were now bucking frantically, and Rebecca increased
her pace to match them, desperate now to cum.
      "I'm gonna cum!" the young man grunted, throwing his head back, eyes
closed. Rebecca now recognized him as a neighbor from down the street, a
hotshot at a software firm and extremely rich for a man in his
twenties. His back arched as he buried himself deep in Evelyn's twat, his
hands gripping her hips tightly as he unloaded what must have been a huge
load. Rebecca was about to cum herself, when Evelyn pushed herself off the
man's cock and in a single fluid movement planted her crotch on his face.
      Gasping, Rebecca felt the flood of juices over her hand, waves of
orgasm washing over her as she watched Evelyn make her lover clean his load
out of her rumpled vagina.  She pushed her other hand into her mouth to
stifle her cries, her knees shaking with the strain of keeping silent.
      As Evelyn reached her own climax, Rebecca pushed herself silently
back down the hallway and exited her neighbor's home. Ten minutes later she
was driving to the job site and leaving a message on Evelyn's voicemail
excusing herself from their morning jog. It wasn't unti she was approaching
the office trailer that she considered the possibility that if she could
see Evelyn in the mirror, that Evelyn might be able to see her in turn.

      Quickly closing the door of her black Audi A3, Rebecca strode into
the site office and opened her bag on the meticulously bare desk. Sighing,
she laid out her blue pin-striped skirt with matching vest and a sheer
white blouse, along with a white lace thong and push-up bra set. She set
her glasses carefully on the desk and pulled her sports bra over her head,
releasing her large breasts to the cool air of the office. Her nipples were
still achingly stiff, brown nubs pointing outwards from the curve of her
plush tits. They weren't quite as firm or perky as they had been in
college, but she was still proud of the way they filled out whatever top
she wore and was well aware of their effects on her clients and other
business contacts. Her plain black cotton briefs were soaked beyond
redemption and she could feel the sticky juiciness of her cunt as she
peeled them off and slid them down her tan, muscled thighs.
      She ran her fingers over her neatly trimmed triangle of bushy pubic
hair and down to the bare lips, dipping quickly into the dewy liquid center
and out again. Her clit was still humming from the morning's events and she
found herself stroking herself up over her nipples and back down to her
frilly labia, wondering just what Evelyn was up to and if she had been
meant to walk in on her neighbor's tryst.
      Her fingers were working their way deeper into her pussy when she
heard the pick-up truck pull into the lot on the far side of the
site. Rebecca darted to the office window and peeked through the beige
curtains in time to see Lorenzo, a member of the garden crew, and Matilda,
her personal assistant, disappear into the large house that her company was
in the midst of decorating.
      There was still an hour before work was due to start, so it was very
strange that two employees would be here at this time of the morning. Eyes
narrowing, Rebecca slipped into her outfit and headed quietly for the
house. Her clients were out of town for a few weeks on holiday, a perfect
time for the extensive re-model, so Rebecca knew that the house was
unoccupied. Matilda was also aware of this and knew that being in the house
outside of work hours was against company policy.
      As she slipped into the front entranceway, Rebecca's excitement
fought with her annoyance. She had a strong idea - or was it a fervent
hope? - that she knew what she would find when she caught the two
trespassers, but she was angry that her assistant, whom she trusted with
all sorts of important duties and was the daughter of her best friend,
would so blatantly break the rules.
      She heard a man's low groan from the second level. Her heart racing,
Rebecca ran her tongue over her full lips in hesitation, then slipped off
her three inch heels and silently mounted the wide staircase. Arriving at
the end of the hallway outside the master suite, she realized that her new
panties were already soaked. She carefully leaned forward and caught her
breath as she witnessed Matilda's angelic nineteen-year-old face bobbing on
Lorenzo's thick, veined brown cock.
      Her assistant's full, upturned breasts dangled out her open blouse
and swung back and forth with her sucking. Lorenzo's low-hanging balls were
covered in black hair and slapped against the girl's chin as he fed her his
throbbing meat. Matilda's deep brown eyes looked up at Lorenzo's rough
face, his thin moustache curled over his sneering cupid-bow lips, and eased
her lips down to his root. He began to increase the pace of his thrusting
hips and the girl met him with urgency, her free hand now cupping his balls
or slipping up between the cheeks of his ass.
      Rebecca was struck by a memory of Matilda's mother, Mildred, as she
had seen her in their shared dorm room at college. More than twenty years
ago, Mildred had allowed Rebecca to watch as she gave head to various boys
that they had picked up at the bar. Mildred had been her instructor in the
arts of love, and had introduced her to oh so many pleasures.
      Lorenzo grunted again and suddenly Matilda's full, soft lips were
leaking a sticky trail of semen over her delicate chin and the laborer's
hard cock came out of her mouth with an audible pop. Rebecca's mind raced
and a half-formed plan rolled into action before she had even realized it.
      She stepped boldly into the bedroom, fixing the illicit lovers with a
hard stare. She was deeply satisfied and aroused when Matilda's pale skin
blushed a deep pink as she apeared in the doorway. Rebecca couldn't
remember a more titillating sight than the shocked young woman dripping
with cum, her tits hanging out, vainly trying to recover her modesty; her
own cunt was a pulsing ooze between her thighs.
      Lorenzo let loose a string of Spanish obscenities, whose meanings
Rebecca didn't care to guess at. She turned her gaze on him and raised her
hand for silence. His invective stopped short and he stood meekly wth his
hand over his gentals.
      "When your foreman comes in, let him know that you no longer work for
my company. And tell him why. I would be interested to hear what he would
have to say about this situation" she said in a cool, even voice. In truth,
she already knew what her sister's boyfriend Bobby would have to say, but
nobody else needed to know that. "You may leave. Now." She continued.
      Once the chagrined gardener had left the bedroom, Rebecca turned to
Matilda, whose hands were now covering the delectable puffy nipples on the
tips of her creamy breasts. Taking a deep breath, she fixed the girl with
her best semblance of disappointment, trying to hide her own palpitating
excitement.
      "What would your mother say," Rebecca shook her head "if she found
out that I had caught her daughter sucking cock in a client's bedroom? And
a workman's cock at that. Do you think she would be mortified?" Matilda's
eyes were round, her mouth hung slightly open in shock. A thin gob of
Lorenzo's jism hung from the trembling lower lip.
      "Please don't tell her, Ma'am!" the girl cried, sitting heavily on
the king-sized bed "I couldn't face her." Tears were now running down her
soft cheeks, trailing thin black lines of mascara. Rebecca smiled to
herself, feeling the jaws of her trap about to snap shut.
      "I have no option, I'm afraid, " she said sadly, "Mildred trusted me
to keep an eye on you, to treat you like my own family, and now look what
you've done." A sob choked out of the girl's throat and Rebecca stepped
closer, putting her arm over Matilda's supple shoulder. The girl nuzzled
closer as she wept. Rebecca took the opportunity to slip her other arm
around the thin waist.
      "There, there," she cooed, sliding her hand over Matilda's soft belly
and onto her thigh, which was laid bare by her bunching skirt. "Maybe there
is a way, but ... no, it's not possible." Matilda looked up, such hope in
her eyes that Rebecca almost felt bad for her.
      "Anything, Mrs. Brunelle, I'll do anything! Please just don't tell my
Mum!" Rebecca looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then let her eyes
travel slowly over the girl's body: the elegant curve of her neck and
clavicle, the full, perky breasts, swelling hips, long, lithe legs, dainty
toes with pink-polished nails. Time to roll the dice, she thought.
      "You have been a great help to me Matilda, and I think you still
could be, but you must promise to do as I say without question or
hesitation" she said sternly, but not unkindly. The girl's face lit up, a
tentative smile on her face. "There are certain tasks," she continued,
"that I need done from time to time. Tasks of a sensitive nature. You must
understand the trust that I am placing I you, Matilda." The girl nodded
attentively. "Before you begin these tasks, you must answer some
questions."
      "Anything," Matilda replied immediately. Rebecca leaned in so that
the girl's face filled most of vision, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and
sweat and semen. Her hand slid slowly up the girl's thigh and rested near
her hip.
      "Why did you bring Lorenzo here? Doesn't he have an apartment?"
      "It was ..." Matilda stammered.
      "Careful now," Rebecca warned, "I need the absolute truth." Matilda
swallowed hard.
      "I thought it would be sexy, to do it here." She relied quietly.
      "Because you liked the idea of the risk?"
      "Yes."
      "Does being watched turn you on?"
      "Yes."
      Rebecca pushed her lips gently against Matilda's cheek, then dragged
her tongue over her lips, cleaning off the remnant of Lorenzo's load. The
girl let out a small, quivering gasp, but didn't pull away. Rebecca's hand
slipped between Matilda's legs and rested against her inner thigh. She
could hear the girl's shallow breathing in counterpoint to her own pounding
heartbeat.
      "Does it turn you on that I walked in on you?"
      "Y ...yes." She whispered, letting out a ragged breath.
      "Is your pussy wet?"
      "Yes."
      "Have you ever kissed another woman?"
      "No ... I mean, yes, I guess so ..." Rebecca's face hardened.
      "Which is it?"
      "In high school, I used to make out with a friend of mine, to
practice kissing boys." Matilda offered quickly.
      "I see." Rebecca placed her hand on the back of the girl's neck and
pulled her closer. Matilda's lips parted and Rebecca tasted their
sweetness, then snaked her tongue into the girl's mouth. Her other hand
slipped from the girl's inner thigh and brushed against her silk-encased
crotch. Matilda adjusted herself and opened her legs slightly, her tongue
now fencing with Rebecca's.
      "What else did you do with your girlfriend? Did you feel her
breasts?" Rebecca took Matilda's left hand and placed it against her chest,
inside the pinstriped vest. The girl responded by immediately kneading her
round mams over the silk blouse.  Rebecca cupped the girl's left breast in
return, gently flicking the nipple and squeezing it between her fingers,
then began kissing and nibbling Matilda's neck.
      Her assistant gasped and began to fumble with the buttons on
Rebecca's blouse. Rebecca took an earlobe between her teeth and
simultaneously gripped the girl's vulva and nipple applying gentle but
steady pressure. She could feel the syrupy dampness of Matilda's panties
and was gratified when the girl's pelvis began to shift back and forth
against her hand.
      Matilda now had Rebecca's blouse open to her navel and unhooked the
small clasp nestled between her mounds, releasing the older woman's full,
heavy breasts to the air of the bedroom. The girl tentatively lifted the
left one, running her thumb over the jutting brown nipple, then latched her
pouty lips around the tip. Rebecca stifled a gasp and slipped her hand
under the waistband of the girl's silk underwear, eliciting soft moan in
response.
      Rebecca could feel Matilda's soft pubic hair, slick with juices as
her finger slid over the girl's clitoris. After a few strokes she delved
deeper, pushing her middle finger between the swollen labia and
encountering a satisfying stickiness. Matilda was sucking and chewing on
her Rebecca's left nipple enthusiastically while pulling and tweaking the
right. She now opened her legs further and Rebecca took the opportunity to
slip a second and third finger into the girl's honeypot.
      Matilda was thrusting her hips against Rebecca's probing fingers and
she could sense that the girl was close to her peak, so she slipped her
hand out of the heavenly pouch and gently pushed her assistant back.
      "No ... please, Mrs. Brunelle ... I have to cum." The girl
pleaded. Rebecca pushed her sticky fingers into Matilda's mouth and
motioned her to silence. Matilda nodded her understanding. Rebecca smiled
and slid her fingers in and out of the girl's mouth, forcing her to clean
her own nectar off of her boss's perfectly manicured hand.
      "Now for your first task," Rebecca purred, pushing the young woman
back on the bed. Surprised, Matilda hit the soft matress, legs akimbo but
quickly made herself comfortable. Rebecca climbed onto the girl and slowly
slid herself up the taut thighs and stomach, stopping to press their
breasts together, then pushed herself up until she straddled Matilda's face
between her meaty thighs. The girl's eyes were wider than ever and Rebecca
could feel her breasts heaving against her ass.
      Slowly and deliberately, Rebecca lowered her crotch onto her
assistant's face until she could feel the girl struggling to breathe
against the drenched lace of her panties. She rested more of her weight and
sat to a count of twenty, before releasing the gasping girl momentarily.
      "Have you ever licked a woman's pussy?" she asked
conversationally. Not waiting for an answer, she ground her hips down
again.
      "Nnooo ..." the girl sputtered when Rebecca sat back again.
      "Well, if you want to cum, you had better learn quick. I estimate
that you have about ten minutes before the crew arrives. Trust me when I
say it won't be worth it to find out what happens if they find you between
my legs when they get here." With that she pulled her panties to one side,
exposing her thick, frilly labia. Matilda, took a timid lick. Rebecca
sighed and pushed down, mashing her pussy into the girl's face.
      "You'll have to do better than that. Get used to it now sweety,
because this cunt is going to be your new best friend." Despite her
assistant's inexperience, the thought of having her best friend's daughter
lapping her twat, combined with the overheated events of the morning, was
soon pushing Rebecca to her second orgasm of the day. When Matilda nipped
her clit between her teeth, Rebecca began to gush, squirting her cum in a
quick geyser into the girl's face. She growled with delight, then
collapsed, smothering her assistant between her legs.
      When she had recovered she glanced at her watch and saw that she
might have five minutes left before people started to arrive. She crawled
off her gasping assistant and knelt on the floor with her face to her
panties. Wasting no time, she ripped the fabric off and dove into the
sweetest cooze she'd had in a long time. First she licked the juicy lips,
then clamped onto the engorged clit, like a little penis, and began to
suck. She pushed her three fingers back into Matilda's pussy and fucked her
quickly. The girl's hips were bucking and Rebecca could tell she was
close. She removed her fingers and rotated her hand so that her thumb
slipped easily back into the wetness, while her index finger wriggled its
way to Matilda's anus.
      "Ooooh, christ ..." Matilda muttered, "not there ..." Then she was
squealing as Rebecca slithered her finger into Matilda's rectum and began a
double assault on the girl's holes. Her chin and hand were drenched when
her assistant finally collapsed under her. She could hear trucks on the
street and the sounds of the crew getting ready to start the day's
work. She slipped Matilda's sodden underwear into her purse and deftly
re-adjusted her own panties as she heard the front door open. She was
dabbing her re-applied lipstick with a handkerchief and Matilda was
groggily adjusting her own clothes when Bradley appeared in the doorway.
      She ushered her dazed assistant out of the bedroom before turning to
address her sister's boyfriend.