Okay, I'm the poster of story #23771. Some of you wanted an update when there was anything to say. If you hadn't read that bit you should probably look at that one for the backstory on this as I don't want to waste much time repeating it.

Just as a reminder I'm 33 years old, 5'3, 115 pounds, 30D-25-32. The neighbor guy is maybe around 6', really thin, and his cock, when flaccid, hangs halfway to his knees and is quite thick. Since I'd accidentally seen it I've been constantly thinking about it and giving my husband a lot of sex to secretly work out my horniness from those thoughts. This past weekend my husband went away with some friends for a guys's weekend sort of thing since one of his buddies is getting married.

After grabbing the mail I noticed the neighbor kid outside but it didn't look like anyone else was home. Before I could think about it I waved and he said "How's it going?" We made small talk and eventually I found out his parents were in town and would be back in a few hours. I had mentioned my husband being away for the weekend. I asked about the short, petite, dark-haired girl that'd been around, if that was his girlfriend, and he told me she was, but they both graduated this year and were going to different colleges and had been talking about going their own ways for a while and see what happens. I told him that was probably the smarter thing and he said he was fine with it as he wasn't really too invested in the relationship knowing they had different plans for life after high school, but they enjoyed each other's company while they were together. I used this as a segue to say "So you're 18?" and he said he'd be 19 next month. Even as we were talking I kept stealing glances towards his crotch and I was getting more and more moist with each minute so I finally asked if he could give me a hand in my house with something. He just went "Sure" and we went inside my place.

When I got him inside I turned to him and said "Okay, this is going to sound weird so if you're not okay with it that's fine." I then told him how I accidentally saw him naked when I was walking one night and how amazed I was at the sight of... him. I told him I really didn't mean to and I kept trying to put it out of my mind but I think about it all the time and the real reason I asked him inside was because I wanted to know if he'd let me see it. At first he was like "I don't want to get in trouble or cause you problems or anything" and I assured him I wouldn't say a word to anyone and I'd really hope he wouldn't either. Finally he relented and said "Sure, if I can see you in return." I was already standing a few feet away from him in my kitchen so I pulled off my tank top right away. His eyes widened some and for some reason this excited me and prompted me to remove my bra, as well. He just went "Damn. You look better than I thought." I was taken back a little and asked "You think about me?" He just said "Yeah. I mean, you're really freaking cute and kind of my type. It's hard not to think about you." I stepped closer to him and looked up at him (I mean, he's considerably taller than me) and said, "That's sweet." I ran my finger over the button to his jeans and then unbuttoned it. I kept staring down towards his pants and waited a few beats to see if he'd object and when he didn't I pulled the zipper down slowly. I don't know why but any hesitation I had was fast fading away. I reached into his boxer-briefs and felt that he was already about half-mast. He gasped when I wrapped my fingers around that snake of his and pulled it out and I just went "Oh my god." It was even better up close. I knew he was really turned on as he was starting to swell and grow in my hand. I watched it, my head against his chest as I gently stroked it with my fingers. He was fully erect in no time. It was a site to behold. This boy could work in porn LOL. It was long, thick and veiny, with a large mushroom-tip head.

"How did you not break that girl in half," I asked him and he replied "She was really sore the first couple of times but eventually she loosened up to it." I said I didn't think I could take it and he asked if I was going to try. I looked up at him, but he was leaning against the pantry door and his head was back against it and his eyes were closed. I was still stroking the front of his shaft with my fingers and I looked back at it and could see some pre-cum forming at the tip and I knew I was going to do it. I went down to my knees and licked the tip gently with my tongue. He shook a little, but didn't stop me, so I took him in my mouth. I couldn't take a lot of him because he was too think and too long but I took as much as I could, slowly taking as much of him into my mouth as I could and then sucking as I slowly pulled my head back until just the tip was in my mouth and repeating over and over. I could feel him go weak in the knees but I didn't want to break the moment and get him into a chair and he just moaned and put his hand on my head so I figured he was fine. Every now and then I'd take him out and lick and suck on the parts of his shaft I couldn't fit in my mouth, and then go back to my slowly taking him in my mouth. I knew by the amount of precum he was putting out and how much he was swelling in my mouth that he wasn't going to take long. It was maybe 10 minutes, maybe 15, before his body stiffened and he began breathing heavier and groaning, but he was trying to be as quiet about it as he could. I thought it was cute, but I knew what was happening. I just kept doing what I was doing, slowly down, the sucking all the way to the tip, only now I started moaning with pleasure myself, knowing the vibrations of my mouth would send him over the edge in the best way possible. He was almost as deep as I could take him when I felt him swell that final time and his groaning got a little louder. His hand on my head stiffened, but he didn't push down, just grabbed a handful of my hair, which turned me on even more. As I was coming back towards his tip I felt and tasted the rush of his hot, thick load across my tongue. Before I could open my throat and swallow he filled my mouth with 2 large shots. I gulped it down and the next several shots that came from him were easier and I swallowed those as soon as they shot out.

He leaned heavily against the pantry door as I licked and cleaned him up until he had no more coming out. He told me I didn't have to do that, not that he was complaining, and I said I wanted to. I stood up and smirked and said "Tired?" He mentioned that took a lot out of him. I grabbed the front of his pants/boxers and pulled him towards me as I walked towards the bedroom and told him to "come lie down, then." As we walked towards my room, I undid my shorts and pulled them down, knowing that he'd see my ass in my thong and then stepped out of them as we reached the bedroom. I turned around and he was just staring at my body, wide-eyed, and I stepped to him and pulled his pants down. "Just between us, right?" I asked and he nodded and said "This is like a fantasy so no way do I want to fuck it up." I pulled him by his hips towards the bed as he pulled his shirt off and pulled him on top of me as I lay back on the bed.

He kissed me on the mouth, which was nice (I wasn't sure he would after I'd taken his entire load in my mouth) and quickly made his way to my breasts. He was actually really gentle and handled them well. He sucked on my small nipples and then slowly made his way down to my stomach and then to my thong, which he pulled off. I was glad I had shaved that morning LOL. He ate me out and my god was his tongue incredible. I was already so freaking wet and I could smell my sex from being horny but he devoured me and he knew what he was doing. He started to stop a few seconds too soon, but I put my hand on his head and said "Not yet. Not yet." He laughed, but went right back to it and within a minute I was having an orgasm of my own.

When he came back up I kissed him full on the mouth, deeply, passionately. I completely forgot everything else in the world except I knew I wanted that dick inside me. I reached down and could feel he was mostly hard, if still a little limp, but I knew once he was inside me his body would correct that immediately. I spread my legs so he was placed between them and I pulled his cock towards me. He muttered something about protection but I shoved my tongue into his mouth and moaned a "no." I felt his tip push against my pussy and put both my hands on his hips to pull him into me, wrapping my legs around his. As the tip fully pushed past my lips I moaned out loud. He stopped and pulled back and asked if I was okay but I pulled him forward and said "Don't stop. Don't ever stop." Yes, he was thicker than my pussy could handle and I know I was tight as a vice on him because he really had to push into me, but I could tell it was turning him on, too, as he was getting harder as he did so. I pulled him on top of me so I could rest my head on his shoulder as I moaned loudly. I'm not going to lie, it hurt. But I was so turned on and so damn wet that I was starting to think I was going to need a towel and knew once he got it all the way in and worked it in and out a couple times I'd be well lubed up. Sure enough, by the third or fourth insertion I was getting more pleasure than pain from it and I knew I was going to have another orgasm soon. He was, too, apparently, because he asked if he should pull out. I rolled over on top of him and was riding him for all I was worth. I can't remember a time I was riding a guy this intensely. There was no being quiet. He was trying to be, I think, or maybe he just isn't very vocal during sex, I don't know, but I was moaning consistently (which I've been told my moans are high pitched squeaks that are supposedly very cute and adorable...). I knew he was about to cum when his cock fully engorged inside of me and that triggered my own orgasm. He was holding my hips hard as I was rising up and down on his long, thick, veiny cock faster and harder and then when he started cumming inside me and filling me up my own orgasm went nuclear and I just yelled out "Oh fucking God!"... and I came so hard I squirted all over him. I fell on top of him in a laughing fit and kissed him. He said that was the best he's ever had, both the blowjob and the sex. I was still kind of half on top of him but I kept kissing him over and over, between laughs (I was having like little mini-orgasms for the next half hour) and told him that was exactly what I needed. He told me he never made a girl squirt before and I informed him that was a first for me, too (it was). We laid there until my body stopped trembling and having those mini-orgasms, and most of his cum had dripped out of me onto us or the bed but I didn't care. I'd do laundry later. I just laid snuggled up to him and kept running my fingers over his cock. I assured him I was on birth control and not to worry about that and asked if he wanted to jump in the shower with me to clean up. He said he didn't know if he could go a third time yet and I smirked as I pulled him to his feet and led him by hand to the shower. I told him we'd just clean up.

That wasn't entirely true. I mean, we did clean up, but we made out quite a bit, too. His hands all over me, scrubbing me down from head to toe... I'm not going to lie, it turned me on again. It was kind of weird when he stood behind me holding me and his soft cock was kind of pressed more toward the top of my ass, but it was no big deal. After we were cleaned and dressed and he knew he had to go before his parents came home we stood in the kitchen by the door for about 10 more minutes just making out. As he walked out I told him to "Come again" and he said "if you'll have me." He gave me a look and I cocked my eyebrow. He kissed me again and walked out.

I do feel kind of bad about this, but not as bad as I probably should. My husband is a decent guy, but he did cheat on me a few years back before we were married but that's a completely different story not really relevant to this. The thing is, though, I can see this becoming a summer-long affair until he goes away to college... and I kind of hope it does. He really hit the spot, so to speak LOL

And for the record, I have been my husband's little sex puppy since he got back. It pretty much never stopped since the first night I saw the neighbor through his window that first night. But I keep it up and we have a LOT of sex. But now I keep thinking of round 2 with the neighbor boy.