Big Neighbor Daddy by S.E. Law
3
Colleen
“I’m going for a bike ride,” I call into the living room as I walk out the front door. My bike is locked up against the fence in front, and my parents hate that because they say it detracts from our home’s “curb appeal.” But I don’t listen to Judy and Bill when it comes to matters of real estate because they’ve made some catastrophic decisions when it comes to my childhood home.
Basically, Judy and Bill almost lost our house to foreclosure about a year ago by betting on the stock market. Obviously they had no idea what they were doing, and it was only the actions of my older sister, Sarah, which saved us. In desperation, Sarah became a professional escort for a while to earn quick cash so that we could keep our house. It turned out amazing because she met her two boyfriends through the escort agency, but still. I have no respect for our parents sometimes. How could they drive their older daughter to such means?
But it’s easy to see how because Judy and Bill are totally clueless and often very inflexible. For example, I’m only going on my evening bike ride because my parents think I’m too chubby, so they’re always on me to lose weight. It’s lame. I’ve explained how BMI is not an indicator of health, but Mom and Dad won’t listen. I’ve found it’s easier just to do the bike ride to get them off my case. As a result, I unchain my bike and start off down the street.
It’s already evening, so tonight’s ride isn’t going to be terribly long. The breeze is comfortable on my skin, and I enjoy the wind tousling my hair. Our street is quiet as I turn the corner and pedal briskly, allowing myself to enjoy the scenery. There’s McCarren Park on the right, and Mrs. White’s house on the left with its red shutters. Then come the Bastini’s home, which has a pig weathervane attached to the top of the front gable. It’s pretty cute actually, and I wave merrily at the pig as I sail by.
I ride around peacefully for about half an hour as dusk descends. A gorgeous amber glow bathes the neighborhood, and I bike back up my street towards my childhood home feeling at peace. I’m slightly sweaty, but it’s been a good workout.
Suddenly, the tinny sound of music catches my ears and I realize I’m riding by Carl Jager’s house. It’s a mid-level ranch home with a two-car garage and a sparkling green lawn out front. I’ve seen Carl cutting the grass with his shirt off, and it was quite the sight to see. His bronzed chest was glistening as he pushed the lawnmower, and I have a feeling I wasn’t the only woman peeping out from behind the curtains.
But then I realize there are muffled sounds of laughter too, and I slow my bike to a stop in front of Carl’s house before looking around. Everyone else is already inside for the night, so the neighborhood is quiet, which is perfect because I want to investigate.
Quietly, I get off my bike and wheel it to the bushes at the edge of Carl’s front yard before stashing it behind a particularly big hedge. The sound of voices and laughter is louder now, and they’re definitely masculine. Slowly, I creep towards his back gate before placing my hand on the solid wood. Fortunately, with a slight jiggle, I realize that it’s unlocked, but then I pause for a moment. Am I really doing this? Am I a creeper who’s going to spy on my new neighbor like a Peeping Tom?
But as if in a trance, my hand pushes the gate open and I step inside stealthily before shutting it behind me. Carl’s property looks normal from where I stand. There’s a long concrete walkway bordering the house, which opens to his yard in the back. That must be where Carl’s relaxing with his guests.
Slowly, I tiptoe down the walkway before sliding into the bushes once again. Then, I drop to my knees behind the foliage and crawl forward into the yard so that I have a view of the terrace, where Carl and two male friends are lounging on patio furniture. All three men are gorgeous, with big frames and solid builds. They look yummy enough to eat, although of course, my attention is mostly absorbed by my handsome neighbor. He grins, relaxed in a t-shirt and board shorts which highlight his muscular frame and broad shoulders.
“Yo, Dylan, Frank, you need a refill?”
I jump at his voice and hide myself further in the bushes, not daring to breathe. But they obviously don’t know I’m there because the two men nod and grin.
“Yeah sure,” drawls the one with dark brown hair. “Why not?”
The chestnut-haired one nods too.
“Hit me up.”
Carl laughs before reaching into a cooler and handing two tallboys to his buddies. Ooh, PBR. Nice.
“You catch the game last night?” the first man asks.
Carl shakes his head, leaning back lazily in his chair.
“Nah, I was working. Was it good?”
“Rangers won. It was a blowout.”
My neighbor grins.
“I never like blowouts because they’re boring as shit,” he says. “Competition is my thing.”
They chat a bit more, enjoying the quickly fading evening. The porch lights switch on, bathing them in a harsh glare, but the men don’t seem to mind. Meanwhile, I know I should grab my bike and head home, but for some reason, I can’t move from my spot. It’s so great to watch three alpha males enjoy themselves, even if they’re just shooting the breeze.
But then, there’s a knock on the fence gate and I freeze. Oh shit. Did the guys order food or something? What if this new visitor sees me in my hiding place? I try to shrink even further into the hedge, not daring to move.
“They’re here,” Carl remarks in a low voice. “Get ready to have a good time, fellas.”
Then, the newcomer evidently discovers that the gate’s ajar because the heavy wood door swings open, and in walk two beautiful girls with sassy smiles and long, silky hair. But these aren’t just any girls because as soon as the gate latches behind them, the two women shimmy out of their clothes and mince forward in nothing but teeny bikinis and six-inch stilettos. What the hell is going on? Why would these girls wear stilettos with their bikinis? Isn’t it too late in the evening to swim, anyways?
But the men don’t look startled as the women sashay towards them, shaking their assets.
“Hi ladies,” Carl growls, his blue eyes flashing. “You’re here on the dot.”
“Hi,” the blonde one purrs, flipping a lock of silky hair behind one shoulder. “Yes of course. We’re professionals, so we’re always on time.”
My eyes practically bug out then. Professionals? What does that mean?
But it quickly becomes clear as the women stroll up to the men, their assets shaking.
“I’m Genesis,” the brunette purrs. “And this is my friend, Skye. You ready to have a good time, boys? A thousand bucks for the night, like we agreed on, right?”
Dylan and Frank whistle.
“Yeah honey,” one of them growls, his eyes fixed on all that exposed womanflesh. “And nice tips for both of you, if you deliver.”
Genesis nods throatily, pulling the string behind her neck loose so that her bikini top drops to the floor, exposing huge, pendulous breasts.
“Oh, we always deliver,” she purrs, tweaking one hard pink crest with her fingers. “Come on, Skye. It’s time to get to work.”
At that, I gasp. OMG, this women are strippers and potentially women of the night! Is this really happening? But as I watch, Carl turns the music up higher and the two girls shimmy and shake. It’s a Top 40 hit I recognize, and the girls waste no time getting down, dancing and grinding on all three of the men, their hips moving to the beat. As they sensuously twist this way and that, their bikinis fall to the grass, leaving them in nothing but high heels.
OMG, this is so wrong! I watch with rapt eyes as Genesis gently helps Frank out of his shorts, and then wraps a lock of long brown hair around his stiff shaft.
“Oh shit,” he moans, his head falling back. “It’s tight and smooth at once.”
She giggles, pursing her lips.
“You like, big boy?” she teases, tickling his balls with the ends of her silky locks. “I can do more.”
He merely groans, tilting his head back as his eyes close with ecstasy. Meanwhile, the blonde girl shoots Carl a sultry look. “I’m getting kind of thirsty, big boy. Do you have anything to drink?”
The huge man’s eyes glow. “I do, sweetheart, and it’s all for you.”
With a giggle, Skye kneels in front of Carl and slowly pulls his shorts down to his ankles. From here, I can see his giant tool sticking up against his chest. It’s literally so massive that it extends past his belly button and rests gently against his carved abs.
OMG! I think. Karen wasn’t lying because he’s HUGE!
Then Skye teasingly licks his tool as Carl tunnels his fingers through her blonde hair. Meanwhile, the third man circles behind Skye and begins playing in the space between her legs, making her moan as her cheeks bulge with Carl’s meat. I watch with shocked eyes as the three men and two girls enjoy each other without any inhibitions whatsoever. I’ve never witnessed an orgy before, and this scenario breaks through all my boundaries, making me pant and grow hot just watching the depravity.
Soon, Carl is penetrating the pretty blonde, her head tossing with excited pants as she bounces up and down in his lap. Her breasts jiggle as his big hands circle her tiny waist and then with simultaneous cries, they both burst. I watch as the underside of his tool literally pulses before he shoots, and then a tell-tale trickle of cream comes oozing out from where they’re joined.
“Fuck,” my handsome neighbor rasps, looking around. “That was amazing.” Skye merely mewls something indistinguishable as Genesis, Frank and Dylan finish enjoying each other as well.
But I’ve had enough. My heart pounding and eyes wide, I stealthily creep back to the fence door and let myself out. I can still hear breathy pants and delighted moans as the party continues, but there’s no need to stay any longer. I’ve seen the weapon that Carl Jager wields, and now, I need it more than ever.
