Creaming My Neighbour’s Thick Cock 💦💦

Chapter 6

Bent Over While My Neighbour Grills.

Mia’s POV

I stood in front of the mirror holding that stupid chocolate cake like it was a shield. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking as I tried to use my other hand to smoothen the yellow sundress that hugged my curves a little too well, but right now all I could think about was messing this up.

“Babe, what if they aren’t nice?” I asked Chris, my voice coming out smaller than I wanted. “We’re the new people on the block. What if I say the wrong thing, spill something, or they think I’m weird? Any wrong move could ruin us here.”

Chris stepped up behind me, all warm and steady. He grabbed my shoulders gently, thumbs rubbing circles that actually helped a little. In the mirror his smile looked so sure.

“Mia, babe, you’re magnetic. They’re gonna love you. Hell, half of them will probably want to adopt us by the end of the night. Just relax okay? This party is basically a welcome just for us.”

I sighed, leaning back into his chest for a second.

“Yeah… you’re right. I got this.”

Little did I know my pussy was the one about to get ruined.

…….

The neighborhood night party was already jumping when we pulled up. They threw one every weekend, but this Saturday they made it special.

Welcome banners were hung around with extra lights strung across the big backyard. The music was bumping loud enough to feel in your chest.

Chris carried the cake while I clutched a bottle of wine, smiling so hard my cheeks hurt as people waved us over.

One of our neighbours who goes by Derek spotted us first.

He was standing by the grill, tall, broad-shouldered, dark skin glowing under the string lights. He was married to Lisa, the neighborhood sweetheart who was standing not so far away, but that didn’t stop his eyes from dragging slowly over my body when Chris introduced us.

“New neighbors, huh? Welcome to the block, Mia.”

His voice had that deep, smooth rumble with a playful edge.

“Hope y’all ready to have some real fun tonight.”

I laughed politely and tried to ignore the little spark that hit low in my belly.

For the first hour everything stayed normal. Chris jumped right into grilling with the guys. I chatted with the wives, sipped my drink, and actually started relaxing. Derek kept finding reasons to talk to me though. Refilling my cup. Asking about our old neighborhood. Cracking jokes that made me laugh louder than I should.

Then he leaned in close while everyone else cheered at some corny dad joke.

“You wanna see the new smoker I built? Real quick. It’s in the shed. Best ribs on the block.”

I should’ve said no. But Chris was busy flipping burgers and laughing with the guys, so I followed Derek across the yard.

The second the shed door clicked shut behind us everything changed.

He didn’t waste time with fake tours. With one big hand, he cupped my face, the other grabbed my waist, and he kissed me like he’d been starving for it. I gasped into his mouth and tried to pull back, but guess who failed miserably. His tongue slid against mine and I melted like a cake that had been forgotten on a dusty shelf.

“Been watching you since you pulled up,” he murmured against my lips, already bunching my sundress up around my hips. “That ass in this dress? Deadly. Goodness knows Chris don’t deserve all this by himself.”

“Derek… we can’t,” I whispered. But my hands were already gripping his shoulders. My body betrayed me fast. He spun me around, bent me over the stack of flower pots, and yanked my panties down my legs in one rough move. They caught on one ankle and dangled there like a white flag of surrender.

“Too late for can’t,” he growled. I heard his zipper, then felt the thick, heavy head of his cock rubbing up and down my soaked slit.

“This pussy already dripping for the neighbor’s dick. You felt it too, didn’t you?”

I moaned when he pushed in. One long, slow stroke that stretched me wide open. He was thicker than Chris. Way thicker. The burn felt so good I pushed back before I could stop myself.

“Fuuuck, Mia,” he groaned, gripping my hips hard. “You’re tight as hell. Take this dick, baby.”

He started thrusting in deep and dteady. Each stroke knocking little whimpers out of me. The way the party sounded right outside made it ten times dirtier.

I could hear the music, laughter, even my husband calling out “Who wants cheese on their burger?” while Derek pounded me from behind like he was trying to knock the breath out of me.

I gripped the edge of the pot shelf, knuckles white. My tits bounced out the top of my sundress. Sweat already beaded on my skin.

“Derek… slower… they’ll hear—”

He laughed low, that cocky BET-show chuckle, and slapped my ass hard.

“Let them hear how loud I make you. Throw it back, new neighbor. Show me how much you been needing a thick cock.”

I did. God, I did. I started rocking back on him, ass clapping against his hips while he railed me. The wet, nasty sounds filled the little shed. His balls slapped my clit with every thrust. I was soaked, dripping down my thighs, making a mess on the concrete.

He reached around and rubbed my clit fast, lips right against my ear.

“That’s it. Cream on your neighbor’s dick while your husband grills ten feet away. Nasty married pussy. Been eye-fucking me since you got here, huh?”

“Yes,” I gasped, voice breaking. “Fuck… yes, Derek. I’m so close.”

He pounded me harder. The flower pots rattled. My legs shook. When he pinched my clit and buried himself balls-deep I came so hard my vision went white. My pussy clenched around him, gushing, milking his thick cock while I tried to muffle my cry against my arm.

Derek didn’t stop. He fucked me straight through it, growling dirty shit.

“Good girl. Soak me. Chris out there flipping burgers while I’m in here ruining his wife. Goodness knows this the best welcome party yet.”

My second orgasm hit right as Chris’s voice carried over again.

“Mia? Babe, you out here? We need more buns!”

Derek clamped a hand over my mouth and kept grinding deep, slow and filthy, while my husband stood right outside. The risk pushed me over again. I came shaking, biting his fingers, pussy fluttering wildly around him.

Chris walked away after a second. The moment his footsteps faded Derek went savage. Giving hard, fast strokes that made my eyes roll back. He pulled my hair, arched my back, and fucked me like he owned me.

“Tell me whose pussy this is tonight,” he demanded.

“Yours,” I whimpered. “It’s yours, Derek.”

He groaned loud and slammed home. I felt him swell, then pulse. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded deep inside me. So much it started leaking out around his cock before he even pulled out. He stayed buried, grinding, pushing every drop as far as it would go.

When he finally slid out I felt empty and ruined. His cum ran down my thighs instantly. He spun me around, kissed me deep and nasty, then helped pull my panties up to trap most of the mess inside me.

“Fix your dress,” he said with that wicked grin. “But leave my cream in there. I want you sitting next to your husband feeling me leak out all night.”

I stepped out of the shed on shaky legs, face flushed, hair messy, smelling like sex and sin. Chris waved from the grill, smiling big and clueless.

“Found the buns, babe?”

“Yeah,” I said, voice hoarse. “Got them.”

I sat down at the picnic table, thighs squeezed tight. Derek’s thick load shifted inside me with every move I made. My phone buzzed a minute later. It was from a new contact.

Derek.

Round two after dark. Under the deck. No panties. Welcome to the neighborhood, Mia.

I squeezed my thighs harder, fresh heat building despite everything. Chris leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“Told you they’d love you.”

I smiled at him, cheeks burning.

“You were right I guess...”

But inside, my freshly creamed pussy throbbed around another man’s cum. And I already knew I wasn’t done sinning tonight.

This welcome party was turning into something way more dangerous than I ever imagined.