You play along and plead with Zane to please keep this secret.

You try to look scared, looking down and glancing up at him with wide, fearful eyes.
'Please don't tell anyone, Zane. I'll do anything.' You think you've overdone it for a split second, your voice maybe a little too heavy on the film noire damsel in distress note, but then you see his face split into a grin. He nods to himself and you can see him thinking that's right to himself , like he's cornered you as prey. Something about manipulating him like this turns you on, and you feel yourself getting excited. You still have to fight back your smile to stay in character though.

Zane sits up and positions himself over you, then pulls his shirt off over his head, very obviously flexing like he's in a movie sex-scene. The kid clearly has watched some porn. He pushes you back on the patio stones, which aren't quite as uncomfortable as you expected. Your dress naturally rides up, leaving you exposed as he positions himself between your legs. You glance down and see how much smaller he is compared to Simon, and considering what a mess Simon made inside you, you're not sure Zane's going to be able to feel much sensation. Zane doesn't seem to be thinking about any of this, because in a moment he's fully inside you.

He moans 'Ohh fuck. Ohh, I'm making you mine, slut.' As he plunges into you with abandon. His pace is frantic and wild, and he's a far cry from the slow and deliberate strokes of Simon. Zane leans down and pants softly into your ear, 'I'm coming back tomorrow and we're doing this again. I'm going to fuck anytime I want.'

Zane might not be giving you a lot of pleasure with his manhood, but he does have a very nice body, and the way he talks like he owns you is surprisingly hot.' You actually let out a little gasp and you realize you're getting turned on.

'Oh yeah. I'm I making you cum? Is Zane's big dick making you cum?' You can't help but crack a smile at that, but the cocky kid reads it the wrong way. 'Yeah, I thought you liked that.'

You decide you may as well give him a show. 'Oh Zane, yes! Fuck me with that big cock. Oh! You're making me cum.' You moan and writhe around, doing some of your best acting, and suddenly you feel his movements start to tense and jerk. He grunts loudly and leans back, but his small dick slips right out of you as it starts to spray cum everywhere.

'Ahh. Fuck yeah. You slut. Take it.' His cum shoots out like a geyser. Your kids play with squirt guns that have less power and volume. The first heavy rope is still blasting from his dick while the leading end flies right over your head. Then the next lands on your face and streaks your whole body. Zane keeps stroking, painting you white from the neck on down. Several blasts hit your breasts, then he keeps pumping onto your belly. It's thick and white and you're simply shocked at the amount. He must have sent twelve jets arcing through the air, and then had more left that oozed and puddled on the patio.

He smiles at you and says, 'tomorrow at noon.' It's not a question.

You decide to try and sell it, 'Okay, but you won't tell anyone, right Zane? Please?'. Secretly you're pretty sure you'll be telling your husband right away, and he'll probably want to be around to watch tomorrow. Zane's got to be a biological anomaly. Nobody should cum that much, so your husband will want to see it. For science.