Neighbor Gets What's Coming

-A young man and his girlfriend move into a new neighborhood and have to deal with a nosy busybody neighbor. I am not sure where and how to end this. Please let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions...-(M/F+, F/F, Creampie, Oral, Interracial, Mature, Humiliation, Cheat, Reluctance) 

Miles Martin(martin369@hushmail.com)

I brought the moving truck to a stop in front of my new home. Turning the motor off and pulling out the keys, I sat in the cab for a few moments gazing around my new neighborhood. From the looks of it, it appeared to be a nice neighborhood, at least far nicer than the one I was moving out of. 
This new home was also a new start for my girlfriend and me. After dating for a full year, we were finally moving in together. Neither of us was particularly attached to the places we had been living, not to mention both our apartments being tiny. We decided to find somewhere new we could share. This place had been the first and only house we had even looked at. There was no need to look elsewhere. The house was so perfect for us, which ultimately amounts to a pleasantly short commute to both her work and my college, but more importantly...very reasonable rent. And so we signed the rental agreement right there on the spot and were told we could move in at our leisure.
The next week was spent packing or trashing all of our stuff. Quickly I found myself, on this pleasant Monday morning, loading everything into a moving truck. My girlfriend, Gail, had helped as much as she could with the loading before she had to be off for work. I did not have much grounds to complain about having to do the rest of the moving by myself, since she is the breadwinner of the two of us, but that had never really stopped me before.

Gail and I had originally met online. I had posted an ad jokingly on craigslist. Being a young short hairy unemployed white man, I did not really expect to get any relies. But she had found it amusing and responded. After thousands of exchanged emails, we realized we shared enough common interests to meet up. And the rest went from there. Gail is a few years older than me, at 26. She had been out of college and well into a nice career by the time we had started dating. 

The 22 year old I, on the other hand, was unemployed and never wanted to leave the halls of academia. School has always come easily for me, and the academic environment really suits me. So I am on the very long track for my education, one that will most likely end with numerous degrees, all completely useless in the real world, and me probably standing in the position my professors currently reside.

So it was not too much to ask of me to do the moving on my own, when I only had classes two days a week. I got to laze around most of the week while my suga mama slaved away at the office. I would have it no other way. Our pretty much implied agreement was that she would work and pay for everything, while I went to school and took care of the house work, there was also sex involved somewhere in there too. I have no qualms with being a kept man, even if it entails manual labor (the bane of my existence). ...Okay maybe I do have some qualms about the manual labor and clearly vocalize them, but I still get the shit done!

Outwardly letting out a sigh, while inwardly I ranted and railed against the injustice of the world for making me shoulder this heavy burden all by my lonesome self, I climbed out of the truck's cab and head towards the back. With set determination to one day escape the horrendous grasp of manual labor, I dove right in and got moving.

3 hours later, having most of the boxes and furniture out of the truck and at least in the living room, I decided to take a short break. I deserved it and my back and legs would have conspired a mutiny without it. Leaning back against the truck catching my breath, I noticed someone watching me from inside the house next door.

My voyeur was a woman, most likely in her 40s, her dirty blond hair that fell down to her shoulders was starting to show evidence of grey. She looked the role of the typical housewife, not the sexy ones that appear on TV. From what I could see of the house dress she wore, it hid her body.  I could imagine only two possibilities about said body: she had either let herself go and put on weight or had always been on the chubby side. But either way she still looked pretty good. The woman had probably been considered a pretty girl. And now the best way to describe her was matured. She was no longer that pretty young girl, but a woman well into her life and her face had lived that life with her.
Deciding to be polite I gave her a smile and a wave. I have never been one for getting to know my neighbors and did not particularly want to start now. But that did not mean I needed to be rude. Besides I had to do my part to help fuel her filthy little sexual fantasies that got her through the day.

The woman smiled right back and left the window. A few minutes later out she came carrying a tray with two glasses and a pitcher. Still smiling she walked right up to me saying, "I could not help but notice how hard you have been working. It looks like you could do with a little lemonade."

Thanking her profusely I accepted her offered glass and downed it in one long gulp.

With a laugh the woman said, "Wow you really were thirsty, dear. Would you like some more?" Taking back the glass she refill it to the brim. As she handed it back to me she told me, "My name is Carol Pinkerton, by the way, and I would like to be the first to welcome you to our wonderful neighborhood. My husband Stan is at work, but I am sure he will be eager to meet you and would have helped unload the truck if he were here. But it looks like such a strapping young lad like yourself does not need any help."

I gave a bashful little "Oh you" stance and wave of the hand, before bringing the lemonade back up to my lips.  When it was once more drained, I let out a contented sigh. "Thanks. That really hit the spot." I told the house wife before introducing myself and explaining that my girlfriend and I were moving in together. And that the reason I was stuck doing all the work myself was because she worked and I did not have any classes today. 

Mrs. Pinkerton seemed to soak up every word. Wanting to know everything she could about me, while at the same time trying to sneak glances inside to see our stuff. With my story out of the way, she went on to tell me every little thing she knew about everyone who lived in the neighborhood.

This woman was clearly a busybody. Hiding a groan under my breath, I already dreaded having to live next to her. I knew full well that no matter how much my girlfriend or I tried to ignore her, she was going to be a nuisance. A small price to pay for such a nice place, and one that would end up being well worth it.

We talked for hours, me glancing at my watch and trying to get back to my unloading and her ignoring any signs of being unwelcome. Eventually it got to the point where I just climbed back into the truck and started carrying things inside the house as she blabbed.

This did not cause her to skip a beat.  She continued to drone on and on about all the gossip she could muster. This continued for the rest of the unloading process, and then she followed me into the house for the unpacking. If I did not already have enough to silently complain about before, her unstop yammering made damn sure I did. 

5:30 did not roll around soon enough. But the sound of a car pulling up to the house was euphoric. I did not need to look outside to know that it was my girlfriend, gallantly coming to rescue me from the horrors of the evil gossiping housewife.

I might not have needed to have looked up, but Mrs. Pinkerton sure did. Not only that, but she clearly left obligated to give me a warning as well. "Son, I do not want to alarm you, but there is a nigress stepping out of a car in front of your house. Why in the world would one of those people have anything to do with our nice neighborhood?"

Glancing up from a box filled with plates, utensils, and other kitchen necessities, I stared aghast at my new neighbor. "Did you just say nigress?!"

Smiling at me conspiratorially, she said, "Yes. And it appears the wayward nigress is heading towards your door."

Utterly shocked by the information I had just received, I was on autopilot as I put down the plate I had been holding. In a daze I stood up and turned toward the door. Having left the door open, I watched as the "wayward nigeress" walked up the walkway to the house. 

She was average height for a woman, we were about the same height (I being on the short and all). She had a few extra pounds on her, but if anything it added to her appeal in all the right places. Her skin was a of a smooth dark cinnamon tone and her hair had been buzzed down short above a face that might not be considered beautiful but very handsome, with sensuous mouth and rich hazel eyes. 

I was still processing what Mrs. Pinkerton had said, as the black woman stepped through the open door, staring at me. Without a word she continued into the house walking towards me.

As she reached me, I took her in my arms and our mouths met. After our lips separated from the passionate kiss, I told her "Welcome to our new home. We even have our first guest." Turning back to the now flabbergasted housewife, I announced, "This is our new neighbor, Mrs.  Carol Pinkerton." Then with a mischievous grin I continued, "Mrs. Pinkerton, allow me to introduce my girlfriend, Gail."

The older woman just stared at us both in complete shock. This was the first time she had shut up since I had met her, and it was a great improvement if you ask me.

Still smiling I turned to Gail and shrugged.

The horror of my dating a black girl must have finally faded for Mrs. Pinkerton, because abruptly and without a word she rushed out the door, running back to the safety of her home.

Gail watched the older woman flee across our yard. Turning to me she glowered. 
"Were you fucking her? Is that why she ran off like that?"

Drawing my arm around the lovely, but angry, African American, I whispered lustfully into her ear, "You jealous? Think I might leave you for an older white housewife?" As I whispered my hand slipped down her waist and gave her ass a nice squeeze to accentuate my point.

Giving me a hard shove away from her, she shouted, "You can be a real asshole!"
Admitting that she was right, I could not stop the shit eating grin from spreading over my face. "And that is why my Little Honey Badger loves me." Honey Badger being my cuties pet name for Gail, due to her aggressive, standoffish, and sometimes seemingly hostile personality.

"Who said anything about me loving you, white boy? And how many times do I have to tell you! DO NOT CALL ME THAT!" But she could not help but smile back at me mischievously. The smile faded slightly and became a little concerned. "Seriously though, what is going on?"

Giving another shrug I answered her, "She had just made some racist comments about you, thinking you were some random black woman sneaking into her neighborhood. She probably assumed you were going to rob and/or murder us. So finding out we are dating must have been a very unpleasant surprise."

"Unpleasant because she wants your dick?" She asked me gravely.

With as much bravado as I could muster I responded, "That is just a given, all women want my dick and most men too. But I was referring to the fact that she is racist and she will find having a strong black woman living next door very unpleasant."

With a flex of her arms and a kiss to each bicep she responded, "I am strong, aren't I?"

Throwing my voice to a girlish high pitch I gushed, "The strongest." While I clung myself to her like a bikini clad bimbo to a muscular moron that can be seen in most movies involving a beach scene. Untangling myself from her and returning my voice to normal I said, "Do not forget that you are also intelligent successful and independent as well. Thus you shatter all her racialist preconceptions of who you should be."

With all the awkwardness out of the way I asked her about her day as I continued to unpack our belongings.

Since we did not really have anything to eat in our new house yet, we decided to order a pizza for delivery. When the delivery guy arrived and I opened the door to pay him, I took the opportunity to look over to the house of the new enemy I had probably just made. I of course found the neighbor glaring at me. I gave her a courteous wave, which caused her to draw the curtains closed in a huff. Chuckling to myself, I carried the pizza inside and shut the door.
The rest of the week went by quietly. I slowly and methodically unpacked and arranged everything in the new house. Every now and then I would notice the nosy neighbor watching me with a disapproving scowl. I paid it no mind and mockingly tried to appear as friendly as possible, just to get on her nerves. I really am an asshole at times. So of course there was plenty of dramatic yanking of curtains closed on her part.

By the end of the week everything was set up where it belonged and there was finally a home that Gail and I could call our own. That night when Gail came home she cracked open a beer and began some hard celebration drinking. She is quite the drinker, by no means an alcoholic. Let us just say that she really enjoyed the stuff, whereas I do not really ever touch the stuff. I never developed a taste for it. In fact it all tastes like rubbing alcohol to me. That coupled with the fact that it took very little alcohol to actually get me drunk and alcoholism runs rampant through my family, I was happy with letting her to all the drinking for me. Especially since the more she drank the hornier she got. 

So her drinking that night eventually lead to her flirting and teasing, then my idle hands groping and feeling, until finally it culminated with us both naked on our living room floor with the curtains wide open. At this point I managed to glance up long enough to notice that ours were not the only curtains open. I smiled to myself when I saw our bigoted neighbor's wide eyed stare. As our eyes met I gave her soon to be patented patronizing neighborly wave accompanied by a wink.

If it is possible for curtains to slam shut, I am sure she had discovered it at that moment.

Things began to grow more routine as we got used to the new house. Gail worked and I went to school. I spent a lot more time in the house then she did, due to my schedule. So I was the one tasked with housecleaning. I would look out the window and watch the neighborhood as I cleaned, noticing all that was going on.
Mrs. Pinkerton continued to give us the cold shoulder, while at the same time watching us like a hawk. She was constantly rushing around the neighborhood, going from one house to the next, most likely spreading her latest gossip about Gail and me. I could not care less, finding it amusing at worst, but I knew there was the possibly that Gail might get mad if she knew that people were gossiping about her. Her quick temper was all the more reason I called her Honey Badger. So I left her blissfully ignorant.

I felt a little sad that I was being left out of the gossip loop. As much time as I spent alone at home I was just as much a housewife...err...houseboyfriend. I had needs too. Mainly I needed something to fill my days besides soap operas and daytime talk shows. But then again we did not move into the neighborhood to join a community and I have never been all that social. Being the social pariah is not something new for me; on the other hand it occurred to me that Gail might not take it so kindly if she found out about it. But I never could have predicted what did end up happening when she finally did find out...

It all started on a Friday that, as always ends up being the case, seemed like any other. Gail had come home from a long day at work. She was downing her third beer of the night as we were finishing the baked chicken Parmesan with penne pasta I had made for dinner. It was a nice warm night with a cool breeze blowing in, so we had decided to eat out on our patio in the backyard. Leaning back contentedly I watched Gail sip her beer as she gazed off into our backyard. She looked so beautiful at that moment that there was not much in this world that would have torn my gaze away.

"This might be the booze talking, but you look amazing tonight." I said, causing her to turn back towards me.

With an amused look she responded, "You have not had anything to drink!"
Smiling mischievously, I told her, "But you sure have!"

When her whole hearted laughing came to an end, a sudden lust-filled heat seemed to radiate from her slightly alcohol clouded eyes. Before I had time to know what was going on, she came pouncing out of her chair on me, sending both us and the chair tumbling down. 

I lay prone on the ground of the patio, helpless as the prey that I was. The sex hungry beast stared down with smoldering eyes and a triumphant toothy grin. She had me right where she wanted me; with an emphasis on want. Her weight pressed me down, as she ground her crotch against mine, before leaning forward and crushing her chest to mine. Barely able to breathe, she stole what little breath I had left with a passionate kiss.

I gave in to her desire, knowing she would have her away with me regardless. I was just along for the ride. Only now I was the one being ridden, as she masterly yanked off my clothes and mounted me like the proverbial cowgirl.
I allowed my drunken girlfriend to use me to her enjoyment. Objectify me. I was just a piece of meat for her to feed on. I tried to focus on other things, so that I could prolong her enjoyment. 

Glancing around our backyard I noticed through the shrubbery that separated our house from our neighbors' that we were not alone. Someone was watching us. 
I smiled to myself as the nosey bitch from next door slowly tried to sneak closer to peep on us. 

Mrs. Pinkerton was oblivious to the fact that I had noticed her, most likely figuring that Gail's back was too the shrubs and that I would be as drunken as my lusty partner. Feeling safe, she snuck as close as she could, with an indignant look on her face.

The showmanship that runs in my blood would not allow me to disappoint the audience. I clearly needed to take a more active role in our little show. Grabbing hold of Gail's more than generous ass, I pulled helped pull her down towards me as I thrust mightily up into her. 

Not having expected this, Gail gave out a loud moan and tightened her grip on my shoulders, as she discovered she was a cowgirl on a wild bucking bronco. Like all epic heroes and heroines Gail has a weakness, only her sexual Achilles Heel is not so small. She goes cray when having her ass grabbed and squeezed during sex, the harder the better. She denies it loudly, but get her drunk enough and she loves to be spanked as well. And this was the perfect opportunity to exploit the Hell out of this.

My grip on her ass cheeks tightened and her groans and moans grew louder. She gave as good as she got, being an experienced rider. Her fingers dug into the back of my shoulders as she thrust right back at me. We built up a forceful rhythm as we panted and sweated in harmony. 

It was extremely difficult to look away from Gail's impassioned faced, but I had to know how much our peeper was appreciating the show. 

And appreciating it she sure was. Obviously thinking herself well hidden, she had had managed to get her dress up around her waist with one hand lodged in her panties and the other mashing away at her breasts. Her face was still plastered with the look of disgust, even as her eyes locked onto our sinful embrace. There was no denying that the bitch was getting off on it. The very wrongness and vileness of our copulation in her mind was turning the act into a forbidden fruit she could not resist.

Her obsessively twisted fascination in my interracial sex life was turning me on all the more. Very reluctantly letting go of Gail's ass, instigating a loud protesting groan from the owner of said ass, I used my hands to prop myself up. Leaning forward, I rolled us both over, so that I was now on top of her. Not wanting to lose our physical link, Gail's legs wrapped around me, squeezing me in a sexual death lock as I continued to plow away at her. 

The exhibitionistic thrill of being watched in the act was far too much for a nonprofessional love maker like yours truly, and so it eventually pushed me over the edge. With one last thrust the seed of life erupted in to the lust drunken (not to forget alcohol drunken) girl below me. I would like to say that it simply took my sperm to trigger a powerful orgasm in her as well, but... No wait, on second thought I will say that. 

Fully satisfied, Gail clung to me possessively as she lay back with exhausted content.

After  my spent cock slipped out of Gail's well soaked passage, I sat back and gazed down at her. Her eyes were shut and I could tell she was drifting off, even on the uncomfortable patio floor. When her drunken slumber seemed deep enough I turned towards our dividing shrubs and announced. "You can come out now Mrs. Pinkerton."

There was a loud gasp and a sudden commotion in said bushes, followed by abrupt still and silence.

"I know you are there. No use hiding. Just come on out." But when this was answered with continued silence, I put far more steel in my voice and shouted, "Now!"

There was a shuffling in the shrubs and finally out crawled my neighbor, still disheveled. She stared over at me with fire in her eyes. But got up and slowly walked towards me.

"I hope you enjoyed the show." I told her with a mischievous grin.

With a sneer she spat, "You and you negress whore disgust me! That you would dare to fornicate in public makes me ill."

Still grinning I responded, "It makes you something, but I do not think it is sick. I saw what you were doing as you watched us."

Her head snapped back as if I had struck her and all color drained out of her.

"I think all of your gossipy little friends in the neighborhood might be interested in knowing that there is a perverted voyeur in their midst, especially one that has a thing for the dark meat."

Some of the confidence and anger returned to her face. "No. They would never believe that."

Shrugging it off nonchalantly I said, "Gossip is gossip. It does not matter what they believe, it will still spread like wild fire. It would be completely out of your control and you would lose your place as the gossip queen."

Horror washed over her features. 

"But...things do not necessarily have to go that way." I suggested wolfishly.

She stared over at me and my wicked grin, with just the tiniest bit of hope.

"If you get over here right now and suck out all of the cum from my girlfriend's snatch, this whole business can stay just between us." I ordered.

Mrs Pinkerton shot me a repugnant look.

But before her usual attitude could resurface I marched over to her, grabbed hold of her by the hair, and dragged her to my oblivious girlfriend. Shoving the older woman down I scream, "DO IT NOW!"

Stumbling to her hands and knew, Mrs. Pinkerton's eyes lock on to Gail's cum filled pussy only inches away from her face. It was clear that emotions were battling within her. She was fascinated by the sight before her, but refused to admit it.

Still smiling, I stoop down close to her and whisper seductively, "Just give it a little taste, you dirty slut. You know you want to. Give in." In a harsher and crueler whisper I continue, "Or maybe you would get off on all your friends and neighbors knowing the truth about you. Talking about what a whore you are as they stare at you with their judgmental eyes."

A moan escaped Mrs. Pinkerton's throat as her head slowly descended closer and closer to its ultimate goal.

I murmured encouragements, "That's a good slut. Just give her a little taste. No one else has to know about this."

Slowly, as if under duress (which she was), Mrs. Pinkerton stuck out her tongue and ran it lightly across the glistening sex of my unaware partner. The moment her tongue made contact a shudder ran through her body. It did not make a difference to me if the shudder was indicating revulsion or some sick sexual response.

I watched as a thick white glob of my sticky goo began to leak out of Gail's vagina. Clearing my throat I ordered down to my captive, "Make sure to get her good and cleaned out. I know how much the idea of an interracial child must disgust you. So do your part in preventing it from happening."

Her eyes shot me daggers, but her lips and tongue did as they were commanded.
Gail let out a moan and began to stir. With her eyes still shut, she slid her hands across her thighs. Expecting to find my head with its short hair licking away at her pussy, when her fingers encountered far longer hair her eyes shot open with a utterance of "Wha...."

Before Mrs. Pinkerton could pull back and make a break for it, I pressed her face firmly into Gail's still dripping sex. Menacingly I yelled, "Don't you dare stop!"

Shifting my gaze to Gail, who was still trying to figure out what was going on, I tried to be as reassuring as possible. Still holding the face of my captive to her vagina I cheerfully announced, "You know how you are always talking about having an interest in other women? Well I just found one that is willing to help out with that." With a wicked grin I added, "Well not so much willing as able."

Gail just blinked her eyes at me confused, her brain still trying to come out of its orgasmic haze.

"You would not believe all the racist things she has been saying about us. And all the rumors she has been spending throughout the neighborhood. I thought we could put her overactive mouth to a better use." I told Gail, knowing full well the impact it would have on her.

A new found passion and energy surged through my girlfriend as she grabbed hold of Mrs. Pinkerton's head and mashed it harder into her oozing snatch. With a growl she shouted down at the older white woman, "Look down on me will you? Talk about me to the whole fucking neighborhood? You messed with the wrong girl! That's right bitch, we will put that blabbering mouth of yours to work."
Stepping closer until I was straddling Gail's head, I looked down at her and asked, "How about we put your mouth to work too?"

She glared at me a moment before the lust got the better of her and she took my rehardened cock into her mouth. ..
