Dexter, the Neighbour's Kid
Copyright© 2026 by alan14
Chapter 2
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 2 - It all started when I twisted my ankle as I got off the bus. Dexter, my neighbour's son, came to my rescue. He helped me up, collected all my new bras and panties that had spilled over the pavement, then helped me hobble home. He bandaged my ankle and made a bed in my lounge. For the next week he visited morning and evening, making sure I was OK. At no point did he act in an ungentlemanly manner. This made me want to reward him even more...
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa First Big Breasts Size
Upstairs, Dexter pushed open the dressing room door, “you said you were going to clear this room and put up an airbed for me...”
“Whoops, my bad,” I replied, “you’ll have to sleep in my room.”
Dexter went white.
“This is something else we’re not telling Mary.” I whispered, low and sultry, as I took Dexter by the hand, drawing him into my lair.
“But...”
“But nothing, sweetie. I kissed you before for a reason ... I don’t kiss random guys ... not anymore ... because I’ve had my heart broken way too often...”
“The radio incident,” Dexter observed.
“That was the final straw,” I told him as I started to undress, “I’ve always liked you, Dexter. You’re a polite and respectful neighbour ... but these last two weeks, you’ve gone above and beyond, and my feelings about you have changed, they’ve grown and I don’t just like you anymore.”
Dexter’s eyes were wide as I kicked off my All-Stars and dropped my skirt, so I was standing before him in just my panties. I think they were the same panties I’d worn on the day of my accident ... I’ve washed them since, obviously.
“That time you saw me in the bathroom,” I continued, as I hooked my fingers in my panties and pushed them down, “I wasn’t upset, I was a little excited. You were the first person in months to see me naked, and like I said, I’m proud of my body, especially my boobs ... do you like big boobs?” I asked, giving them a jiggle for good measure.
The merest nod from Dexter, and he can’t claim ice cream induced brain freeze this time.
“It’s your turn...” I whispered
“Uh!”
“Your turn to get naked.”
“...”
I think I’ve broken Dexter...
I moved closer ... my bedroom is kind of compact, so moving closer is relative. I was three feet away ... I shuffled forward until my breasts touched his T-shirt.
“Take your T-shirt off,” I told him.
That worked, he moved back a little and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I closed the gap immediately, so our bodies touched again, giving Dexter his first experience of soft, full breasts against his bare chest.
I wrapped him in my arms, pulling him closer, I touched my lips to his. It was liked I’d rebooted him; within seconds he was returning the kiss with the same passion he had in the DJ booth.
And that’s when I felt it.
“Have you stuffed a pair of socks in there?”
“Uh!”
“In your pants...”
“Oh ... no ... why?”
“There’s quite an impressive bulge in there,” I replied as I released Dexter and dropped to my knees.
I unfastened his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down in one motion. I was rewarded with a huge penis springing free and banging against my chin.
“Fuck me...” I gasped, “that’s one nice cock you’re packing, Dexter.”
“...”
Dexter tried to answer, but I stole his voice by slipping his beautiful cock between my lips.
I’ve not always been as chaste as I have these last 6 months or so.
I used to be a proper party girl, sleeping with anyone and everyone who showed an interest.
It all started when Johnny Barlow took my cherry in a dark chemistry lab at school when I was 14. I didn’t intend to have sex with Johnny, but he was a good looking guy, and he’d promised to show me something special ... and he kind of did ... because the sex was nice.
Johnny was the science technician, and he re-entered this story when he caught Kendra Luxx, then named Katie Lane, smoking behind the science block ... I wonder if it was a post-shag cigarette, if so, she wouldn’t have been disappointed, because Johnny really knew what he was doing ... I visited that chemistry lab quite often.
Johnny was far from the only guy I saw at school ... in year 9 alone, I slept with three teachers and at least 10 boys.
I slowed down in year 10 now I had competition as more girls grew boobs, or boy magnets as we called them. 6th form college and university were fertile ground for conquests.
Anyway, what I’m getting at is I’ve seen, and enjoyed, a lot of cocks. The biggest I’ve enjoyed so far belonged to Billy Carter, a guy I met at my first post-university job. 8 inches long, and so thick I couldn’t get my hand around it ... I have big hands for a girl as well ... I could have been a goalkeeper if I gave a shit about sport at school. It felt wonderful at first, touching every nerve, I came with his first thrust. He took a long time to cum, though, and was quite rough towards the end. I walked home bow-legged and avoided him for the rest of my three months at that company.
Johnny Barlow was almost as long as Billy but wasn’t anywhere near as thick. Johnny was never rough either. In fact, Johnny only had one downside as far as I could tell, he smoked, so I never kissed him ... I like kissing, as you may have noticed.
My last man before tonight was Dean Clegg. He was firmly average in every respect. He had a perfectly adequate dick that hit all the right spots, he was gentle, he gave great head, and we could, and sometimes did, make love all night long.
So why did I tell him to fuck off and die live on air?
Dean also has a wandering eye and was ploughing another girl with his perfectly adequate dick as I wandered into his house one Sunday afternoon. I probably would have been OK with this, because he was practically perfect, but the girl he was fucking was Jessica, my now former best friend.
Hence my comments when he phoned the station to apologise, it’s not my fault I angrily slapped the desk mid-call and accidentally opened the microphone.
Love history talk over, Billy Carter’s record has been broken!
I’ve no tape measure to hand, so proof will have to wait, but based on how wide my jaw is open, and the percentage of Dexter’s dick I can swallow before I gag, this is the biggest cock I’ve ever had, and Dexter is still only 15, so is probably not fully grown yet!
I pulled back, gasping for air, a long trail of drool running from Dexter to my mouth.
I wiped myself with the back of my hand, “you have a wonderful penis, Dexter, the best I’ve ever seen.”
No need to tell him how many I’ve seen, although he should be happy that he’s the top of a very extensive pile.
I gripped Dexter’s arse cheeks firmly, in case he decided to escape, and took his beautiful cock as deep as I could manage ... I couldn’t get it all in, so I decided to get to work and I gave this boy everything I had. I worked him with my lips, my tongue, my cheeks, and my hands when I trusted him not to run away. I was rewarded with an orgasm that nearly drowned me.
I managed to swallow a few jets, gagging as I pulled back, then Dexter covered my face and breasts with the rest.
I dropped to the floor, alternately coughing and laughing, which is not something I’d advise, whether you’ve just swallowed a gallon of spunk or not.
My main concern was to clear my eyes, which were the first victim of Dexter’s seed. I blindly reached out, grabbing the first fabric my hand fell upon. After wiping my eyes, I found I’d used my very expensive panties ... whoops.
Still, I now had the power of vision, so I grabbed Dexter’s t-shirt and wiped the rest of my face and breasts.
Once I was clean, I looked up.
Dexter looked horrified.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“I’m great, how are you?” I replied brightly, still in a bit of a daze.
“But ... you were coughing and rolling around.”
“I was coughing because you just filled me with spunk, I made the coughing worse by laughing at just how much spunk you splattered all over me. When did you last masturbate?”
“Err...”
“It’s OK honey, we were just intimate, and when I get my breath back, we’ll be intimate again, so you can tell me...”
“...”
“OK, I’ll start ... help me up.”
Dexter reached down and pulled me to my feet.
I stepped around him and opening my second drawer, I reached under some of my older, more utilitarian undies.
“I masturbate a lot,” I told him, “Sometimes I use my fingers, sometimes I use toys,” I added, showing him a couple of my smaller vibrators and my prettiest butt plug.
“Auntie Jane has some of those,” Dexter said, pointing at my butt plug.
“Have you seen her use them?”
“Err...”
“You can tell me ... whatever happens in this room, stays in this room.”
“Yes, she pushes it in then plays with herself.”
“Do you want to use this?” I asked, then regretted my wording as he went white again, “I mean use it on me,” I added, holding it out for him.
Dexter tentatively held out his hand, then pulled it back.
“It’s OK, it’s clean,” I told him, before licking it thoroughly then sucking it for good measure.
Dexter eventually took it from me, so I tossed the vibrators on the bed, turned around, and bent over, presenting Dexter with my peachy arse ... he’s such a lucky boy, I’m almost as proud of my arse as my boobs.
“What should I do?” Dexter asked plaintively.
“Suck it some more, make sure it’s really wet, than push it inside my bum,” I told him, reaching back to pully my cheeks apart.
I heard a sucking noise, then I felt the cold metal against my bum hole.
“That’s a good boy, push it a little more, then let go, my bottom will do the rest.”
I felt my bum stretch a little, then my muscles gripped the butt plug and pulled it inside, I pushed out a couple of times for good measure, so he could see how much I liked what he’d done.
“Doesn’t that feel weird?”
“Not at all, it feels great, and it’ll feel even better in a few minutes.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ll be inside me too...”
Once more, Dexter went white.
I soon got some colour in Dexter’s cheeks by getting down on my knees again and giving him the best head he’s ever likely to experience.
Am I boasting?
I think not, I’ve had a lot of practice, and no boy has ever left my room unhappy. It’s a shame there isn’t a Tripadvisor for oral sex...
Anyway, I manged to get almost all of Dexter’s amazing cock in my mouth, tomorrow night I’m going to try and fit him all in. Once he was good and hard, I pulled back and pointed at the bed.
“Lie down in the middle, face up, head on the pillows...”
Once again, using a teacher voice does the trick; he lay on the bed, face up, cock pointing at the ceiling.
I straddled Dexter, my pussy flattening his magnificent cock to his belly. I wriggled a little, pressing my clit against his big, hard head, triggering my first orgasm of the night ... and man, for something that sneaked up on me so quick, it was a mighty fine little orgasm.
I sat there, panting a little from the first boy induced orgasm of this calendar year ... first of many, I hoped.
Breath back, I lay along Dexter’s body, my fine breasts pressing against Dexter’s hairless chest, my full (100% natural, no filler in my body) lips to his.
We kissed, we kissed for a long time, my mons writhing against his cock head, tiny sparks flying in my brain and my pussy ... oh wow, this boy was absolutely perfect for me in every way.
While we kissed, Dexter gripped my arse cheeks, pulling me into his body, I heard him moaning then felt his whole body go stiff, then relax.
And I felt a pool grow between our bodies. It was warm at first, then quickly cooled as it spread.
“Did you just cum again,” I asked, my lips never moving from his.
“Yes...” he replied, sadly.
“It’s absolutely nothing to worry about,” I replied, my voice soft and soothing.
I sat up and reached for Dexter’s already spunky t-shirt. I wiped my tummy, then I wiped his tummy and cock, then I climbed off and snuggled up beside him, pushing my breasts against his body. I let him relax for a moment, then I started to run my hand down his chest and stomach. I played with his cock for a while in silence. Even soft it was one of the biggest I’d seen, six inches long at least, and a handful around.
His cock was slowly growing, so I rolled on top again, kissing his lips as I slipped him inside.
“Oh my god!” I cried, his cock stretching me wider, filling me more than any before, the added sensation as his hard cock passed the bulge of the butt plug triggered my second full orgasm of the night.
Dexter grunted as I pushed down hard, taking him to the hilt.
As our bodies touched, I looked into his eyes, I hope my eyes were as filled with love as his were, because at that moment, that’s what I felt, love.
I waited for my orgasm to subside, and my heart rate to settle, then I started to ride him, slowly, just from my hips so I could keep my breasts against his chest, and my lips as close to his as possible.
I looked at Dexter; he looked so happy.
I don’t think I’ve felt this happy, this at peace with the world in years.
“I told you I masturbate, and showed you my toys ... do you masturbate?”
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