16 and fucking the neighbour SeXStoRY

This happened a few years ago when I was just 16. I had my first serious boyfriend, so needless to say we spent every spare minute shagging each other senseless. This was pretty difficult because we both lived at home with our parents, but we took every opportunity we could. I was sunbathing in the garden one hot Saturday morning in my favourite black bikini – daydreaming as usual about how I’d much rather be spreadeagled on my bed with my ankles pinned back behind my ears being drilled by my boyfriend – when my Dad put his head round the kitchen door and said they were going to the garden centre for a couple of hours and wouldn’t be back until lunchtime. My heart leapt and I texted my boyfriend to say come round quickly, my parents are out, then lay back to enjoy the sun. My pussy began to swell and get damp. I looked down between my legs and could clearly see the outline of my pussy lips as they bulged through the thin material of my bikini bottoms. I thought about masturbating, but knew I wouldn’t be able to stop, so thought I’d wait for my boyfriend to arrive. I was getting wetter and wetter as I waited and a damp patch started to appear between my legs. Then I suddenly got a text from him saying he was in town with his mates and couldn’t come round after all. This really pissed me off, so I thought fuck it, I’m going to masturbate. I slipped my fingers inside my bikini bottoms and into my slit. I was very very wet. I was rudely interrupted by a ring on the doorbell, so hurriedly wiped my fingers and got up to answer the door. Waiting there was a neighbour from a couple of doors down – a nice guy in his late 20s or early 30s – who held out an envelope addressed to me which had been delivered to the wrong house. I invited him in for a coffee while I opened the envelope. Inside were some holiday tickets I’d ordered a few weeks ago – I couldn’t believe they’d been delivered to the wrong address. I was so relieved I gave my neighbour a big hug to thank him for bringing them round. I think he was a bit embarrassed because I was in my skimpy black bikini and he didn’t know where to put his hands, so he sort of rested them awkwardly on my hips. He smelt lovely, so I lingered longer than I probably should have done, then pulled back and looked him in the eyes. Then we kissed – just lightly on the lips at first – and then again, this time our tongues slipping into each other’s mouths. His hands left my hips and went down onto my bikini covered bottom, which he stroked gently. I could feel my juices flowing again as we carried on kissing wetly, eating each other hungrily. By now his hands had slipped inside the elastic of my panties and were roaming freely around inside. He caressed my firm young buttocks, causing my whole body to tingle. His fingers then emerged from inside my panties and slid up my back, where they deftly untied my bikini top. I leant back and let it drop to the floor as we continued kissing, my naked young breasts pressing into his chest. I then remembered there was a full length mirror behind me, so turned round so my bum was grinding against his cock. It was as hard as steel and I was getting wetter and wetter. I knew then that we were going to fuck, that I was going to get the cock I’d been so cruelly denied half an hour earlier. This was every randy teenage girl's dream - being fucked by an older man! I couldn't wait to tell my friends. His hands roamed around my firm little breasts, pinching my nipples and making them stand out like little bullets. His hands then strayed downwards and slipped inside my panties once again – this time into the soft gooey folds of my pussy. He slipped one finger inside me, then another, as I moved lewdly against him for maximum stimulation on my clit. It didn’t take long and I started panting and twitching as he finger fucked me harder and harder. My orgasm began to build like a train as I came hard, groaning loudly and releasing a flood of teenage juice all over his fingers. I needed his cock. I ripped off my panties and bent over the end of the kitchen table, legs apart, cunt dripping. “I bet you've dreamed of this - fucking a 16-year-old!" I said. "So now's your chance! Come on - fuck me. Fuck me hard!” He needed no further encouragement, and I heard him unbutton his jeans. He lined up his cock with the slippery entrance to my young pussy, slid the swollen knob up and down my slit, then pushed it in. God it felt good! I so wanted my boyfriend to come in at this point and see me bent over the table with my neighbour's cock buried deep inside me. He fucked me relentlessly, slamming in and out of my eager young cunt. I wouldn’t have cared at that point who walked in – it felt so unbelievably good. I reached underneath and began to play with myself again, but my clit was so slippery I could hardly keep hold of it. But after about 10 minutes I felt myself beginning to build again, as his fucking got harder and harder. He began to moan and I felt his cock get fatter and fatter inside me, then with a mighty groan, he unloaded his fat balls into my sloppy cunt. Huge globs of spunk shot into me and I felt it splash against my fleshy walls. It was thick and hot and filled me so full it dribbled out around his cock and dripped onto the kitchen floor. He must have pumped seven or eight loads of fresh sperm deep inside me. Holy fuck it felt good. He eventually subsided and pulled his slimy cock out of my cunt with a slurp. A river of cum ran out of my pussy and splashed onto the floor. I stayed where I was for a moment, my swollen, red pussy lips exposed to the world. I told him he ought to go in case my parents came back, and gave him a big sloppy kiss before going for a much needed shower. If only the postman made such mistakes more often!