by Dee Luscious
I had never been so horny in my life! I thrust my cock into her harder and faster until her enormous breasts heaved and rolled on her chest with each impact. I felt her nails digging into my flesh as she clutched my butt cheeks with both hands.
“Don't stop, Michael!” she shrieked, her eyes rolling back in her head. “It's been so long. My husband doesn't bother to fuck me anymore! I didn't know it could still feel this good!”
My balls were tingling like they had been electrocuted and I could feel myself reaching the point of no return.
“I'm gonna cum!” I groaned.
“Do it!” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Fill my horny pussy with your hot load! Do it now, Michael!”
With a jolt, my cock erupted like a volcano, sending wave after wave of semen deep inside of her until it streamed down my shaft in milky white torrents. Amanda writhed in pleasure as another orgasm surged through the length of her body. My head swam with a kind of euphoria as my balls emptied into her warm soaking pussy.
I pulled out of Mrs. Beecher and collapsed onto the bed beside her. I was totally spent. You could have paraded a squad of naked cheerleaders through the room and I couldn't have gotten it up again. I lay on my back, watching the light from outside form random patterns on the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath. Finally, Mrs. Beecher's voice broke the silence.
“Did you like that?” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“Are you kidding?” I blurted out, “Why doesn't Mr. Beecher want to fuck you? You were great!”
Mrs. Beecher must have laughed for a full minute.
“Oh Michael,” she panted, still trying to catch her breath, “you really are a virgin, aren't you?”
***
It took me longer to finish the porch than I thought. I arrived bright and early the next morning to lay down the rest of the primer on the back porch, but Mrs. Beecher needed help with the pool filter, and the next thing I knew, I was lying on one of the reclining beach chairs and my dick was in her mouth. And the next day, something went wrong with her computer and she wanted me to take a look at it. I tried to fix it, but somehow I ended up watching in amazement as Mrs. Beecher's enormous ass swallowed my cock and I experienced anal sex for the first time.
By the time I had applied the final coat of paint to the Beecher's porch, two whole weeks had passed. Mom was worried about it taking me so long to finish, but Mrs. Beecher called her and told her how pleased she was with my work. Apparently, Mr. Beecher was pleased too, because the next day my dad was promoted to Construction Manager. To be honest, he probably would have gotten the promotion anyway, but Mom and Dad are treating me like a hero right now, and for a guy who spent most of his teenage years screwing up and getting into trouble with his parents, it's a nice change.
Of course, I ended up missing the camp out at the lake, but it's no big deal.
Like Mom says, it's summer and I can go camping anytime I want.