Heatwave Cumshot
The heat was brutal that July, the kind that makes the air shimmer and your skin stick to everything. I was 35, married, and stuck at home in our quiet suburban backyard while my husband worked long hours. My body had filled out nicely over the years—full breasts, wide hips, and a soft belly that jiggled just a little when I walked. I wore a thin white sundress with nothing underneath, the fabric already damp from sweat between my thighs.
I’d been watching him for weeks. Jake, the 29-year-old pool cleaner. Tall, ripped, with sweat glistening on his tanned muscles as he skimmed the water and scrubbed the tiles. His shorts hugged a thick bulge that made my mouth water every time he bent over. Today the temperature hit 104, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I stepped out onto the patio with two glasses of ice-cold lemonade. “Hey Jake,” I called, my voice a little breathy. “It’s too damn hot out here. Come inside for a minute and cool off. I made fresh lemonade.”
He wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, those biceps flexing, and grinned. “You sure, Mrs. Reynolds? I’m pretty sweaty.”
“Call me Laura,” I said, biting my lip. “And yes. Get in here before you pass out.”
He followed me into the kitchen. The AC felt like heaven on my overheated skin. I handed him the glass and watched his throat work as he drank. Drops of condensation fell onto his chest and slid down those hard abs. My nipples tightened against the thin dress.
“God, that’s good,” he said, setting the empty glass down. His eyes dropped to my chest, where my heavy tits were clearly outlined. “You look like you could use some cooling off too.”
I laughed nervously, but my pussy was already throbbing. “It’s been so hot… I can’t think straight. You’ve been out there working so hard. I’ve noticed how strong you are.”
He stepped closer. The scent of his clean sweat and chlorine filled my nose. “Yeah? What else have you noticed, Laura?”
My cheeks burned. “Your… shorts. The way they fit. I keep wondering what’s underneath.”
Jake’s smile turned wicked. He reached down and palmed the massive outline of his cock. “Why don’t you find out?”
I dropped to my knees right there on the cool kitchen tiles, trembling with need. My hands shook as I yanked his shorts down. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and already leaking. It was huge, easily nine inches, and the heavy balls beneath looked full.
“Fuck, it’s beautiful,” I whispered, wrapping both hands around the hot shaft. I stroked him slowly, watching a fat bead of precum ooze from the slit. I leaned in and licked it up, moaning at the salty taste.
“Shit, Laura… your mouth feels so good,” he groaned, threading his fingers through my hair.
I sucked the fat head between my lips, swirling my tongue, taking him deeper until I gagged softly. The sound of my wet slurping filled the kitchen. I bobbed faster, one hand cupping those heavy balls while the other pumped the thick base I couldn’t swallow.
Jake’s hips started rocking. “Yeah, just like that. Suck that cock, you horny housewife. I’ve seen you watching me every week. Bet that married pussy is dripping right now.”
I moaned around his length, nodding frantically. My free hand slipped under my dress and rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was soaked.
After a few minutes he pulled out with a wet pop, breathing hard. “Stand up. I want to see those tits.”
I rose on shaky legs and peeled the sundress over my head. My heavy breasts bounced free, nipples dark and stiff. Jake groaned and grabbed them roughly, pinching my nipples until I whimpered.
“Goddamn, you’re built for fucking,” he muttered. He spun me around and bent me over the kitchen island. I felt the fat head of his cock nudge my dripping pussy lips.
“Wait,” I gasped. “Not inside. I’m not on anything… just… cover me.”
He chuckled darkly. “You want me to paint that sun-kissed body, huh? Greedy little slut.”
Jake stroked his massive cock against my ass while I rubbed my clit furiously. The wet sounds of his fist flying up and down his shaft mixed with my desperate moans. I could feel the heat radiating from him.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he growled. “Turn around. Now.”
I spun just in time. Jake aimed that throbbing monster right at my tits. The first thick rope of cum blasted across my left nipple, hot and heavy. Then another, and another—endless pulsing jets that splattered my breasts, my neck, my belly. It was an obscene amount, thick white strands dripping down my skin in heavy rivulets. The smell of his seed filled the air, musky and potent.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered, watching rope after rope fly from his pulsing cock. “There’s so much… you’re still cumming!”
He grunted, eyes half-lidded, milking the last huge spurts onto my mound. One thick glob landed right on my clit and I shattered—my orgasm ripping through me so hard my knees buckled. I rubbed his warm cum into my pussy as I came, moaning his name.
When it finally stopped, Jake was still breathing hard, his cock twitching and leaking the last drops. My entire front was glazed in his massive load, streaks running down my stomach and thighs.
“Jesus, Laura,” he panted with a lazy grin. “I’ve been saving that up all week thinking about you. Looks like you needed it as bad as I did.”
I ran my fingers through the sticky mess on my tits, lifting them to my mouth to taste him. “Next time,” I whispered, still trembling, “maybe I’ll let you put some of that inside me.”
He leaned in, kissed me deep and dirty, then pulled his shorts back up. “I’ll be here every Tuesday. Stay hot for me.”
As he walked back outside into the blazing sun, I stood there covered in his cum, the cool air making me shiver. The heatwave wasn’t over, but I already felt like I’d melted.