A Whisky & Lemonade Part 2

He threw his head back. His thing throbbed painfully. His knees got weak and he put his hand on the edge of the counter to hold himself up. Mrs. Thorn's screams became weak moans, and her body became limp. Her head rolled back. He wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her up.

"Mrs. Thorn? Mrs. Thorn?" he said.

She raised her head, looked both ways, and smiled.

"Good God, Ethan." She put both hands on his cheeks and kissed him, plunging her tongue into his mouth.

Ethan froze. Her tongue felt slimy and weird, but it stirred a feeling deep in his stomach. He squeezed her breast. Her back arched. He was still hard inside her and began moving his hips again. Mrs. Thorn raised her head and gasped, staring into his eyes with her mouth open. Her lipstick was smeared.

Her hips rocked with his, slowly at first, then faster. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Her moans were high pitched squeaks. She laid her head on his shoulder, and it was happening again. Her body jerked in his hands and his thing was spasming. He grunted and thrust himself forward with every spasm. Mrs. Thorn gasped over and over.

As the spasming stopped, his pushing stopped. Mrs. Thorn was panting in his ear. He was breathing hard, too, and their sweaty bodies were glued together.

She brushed her hand through his hair, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"You liked that, didn't you, dear?" she said.

"Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Thorn frowned. "Ethan, hon, never call a lady ma'am. It makes her feel old. A lady doesn't like to feel old."

"No, I guess not." He started moving his hips again. His thing was sliding in and out of her body.

Mrs. Thorn pushed against his shoulder. "Enough, Ethan. Enough, please. My poor body can't take it one more time."

"Sorry," he said, and stopped. His hands moved up to her breasts and squeezed.

Mrs. Thorn smiled. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes seemed to sparkle.

"That was pretty good dear, especially your first time and all."

"Thanks."

She paused. "You can take it out now."

"Oh. Right."

Ethan stepped back. His penis slipped slowly from Mrs. Thorn's body with a wet sucking sound. The head dropped free. Mrs. Thorn groaned. She put her hands on the edge of the counter and her arms strained. A flood of white fluid gushed from her tiny pink slit and ran down both legs. Mrs. Thorn looked down, holding her legs apart.

"My God, did you cum. I swear I never seen so much," she said.

Ethan staggered backward and dropped into a chair at the dining table. His thing stood up from his lap, drooping slightly to the left. That white stuff dripped from the end. Mrs. Thorn had that stuff inside her.

She chuckled and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I hope you don't get me pregnant. How would I explain that to my husband?"

Ethan sat upright. He forgot about Mr. Thorn. What if he came home and saw him doing this with his wife? He'd be dead.

"I have to get home," Ethan said. He bent down and grabbed his shorts.

Mrs. Thorn's eyebrows went up. "Already? You sure you don't want to stay for dinner? My husband will be home shortly."

Ethan's heart felt like it had been seized in a fist. He jerked the shorts up, stumbling. His stiff thing wouldn't go in. He bent it sideways and forced it down.

"Maybe-Maybe next time. I got to go," he said and went to the back door.

"Ok. Goodbye. Come swimming again sometime," Mrs. Thorn said.

Ethan stopped halfway through the sliding glass door. She had a look on her face he couldn't understand. Her naked body glistened with perspiration and the cocoa butter lotion. He gritted his teeth and dashed out of the yard through the gate.