My 16 Year Old Neighbor
	A SPAM Story by Captain Atom

I can't believe I let myself be seduced by my 16-year-old neighbor!

The apartment complex I live in consists mostly of young married couples
and recent divorcees trying to land on their feet after a split. Heather
and her mother fell into the second category (well, her mother did) and
had just been moved in across the hall for about a week when Heather
came over one Saturday afternoon.

"Hi, Mr. Dixon," she beamed as I opened the door. "Do you have any eggs
I can borrow? I was gonna bake some cookies but Mom didn't get any at
the store yesterday like she was supposed to."

"Sure, come on in." Heather entered and the door closed behind her. "And
please, Heather, call me Steve. I'm not old enough to be 'Mr. Dixon';
I'm only twenty-seven." Of course, I'd forgotten how old twenty-seven
seemed when you're sixteen.

I went back to the kitchen and got a couple of eggs from the fridge. "Do
you want a Coke?" I offered.

"Sure. That'd be great!" I grabbed a long-neck bottle, opened it, and
brought it out to her along with the eggs.

Heather is an incredibly attractive sixteen-year-old nymphette. As she
tossed her head back to take a drink, I took in her body with my eyes.
The outfit she was wearing, a tight half-tee and extremely short
cutoffs, showed off her body to its fullest: long straight brown hair,
firm but still-growing tits, a thin waist, curving hips, a tight ass and
well-toned and tanned legs.

"So, how do you like your new town?" I asked her.

"It sucks," she replied. "There's nothing to do, and school hasn't
started yet so I don't know anybody to hang with or anything."

While she talked I continued to ogle her nubile body. She obviously saw
me, and the effect that it was having in my pants.

"Mr. Dixon," she started, a wicked grin appearing on her face, "do you
want to fuck me?"

I was taken aback by her forwardness. "What? I, er, um... that is, I..."

Heather set her bottle down, came right up next to me and started to rub
my crotch through my pants. "I can tell that you do!"

"But you're only sixteen," I protested.

"So? Wouldn't you like to fuck my tight sixteen-year-old pussy?" She
undid my jeans, pulled out my cock, and started to stroke it. "I want
you to take off my clothes, then fuck me with the big hard cock of
yours!"

Heather let go of my cock and raised her arms as I lifted her shirt to
reveal her firm teenage tits. Then I turned her around, unbuttoned and
unzipped her shorts, then pulled them and her panties down with one
quick motion.

I stepped out of my pants as well and pulled Heather's naked body up
against mine, my cock pressed against the top of her ass and the small
of her back. My right hand moved down to stroke her lightly-haired pussy
while my left groped at her tits.

"Oh, Mr. Dixon..."

"Steve," I corrected her.

"Oh, Steve, you're getting me wet!"

I moved us both down to the carpet and turned Heather over on her back.
Holding her legs wide open, I started to push my cock into her tight
cunt. It had been a long time since I'd had the opportunity to fuck such
a tight young pussy; I had still been a teenager myself, in fact. But
now I was older and knew how to enjoy it better, and I sure as hell
wasn't going to be blowing my load in the first minute!

Heather, bless her little teenage vixen heart, was not only a hot little
fucker but had great stamina as well. After she came twice with my big
meat pounding inside of her, we moved up to the couch with her
straddling me and facing me while she fucked herself on my long hard
cock. When she started to cum a third time I pulled her close to me and
shot my jism in big gobs up into her freshly fucked teenage pussy.

"Heather," I said as she was getting dressed, "you didn't really need to
borrow any eggs, did you?"

"No," she admitted. "But if you'd like, I can bring over some cookies
tomorrow!"