Epilog: Andrea
“Catalina is so beautiful in the summer time,” Sammy said, putting his hands behind his head and sighing at the bright blue sky above us. It was a gorgeous, hot, late September day. There was not a cloud in the sky and the bright sun hung above us like we were the only two people on earth. Sammy covered his eyes to look toward the shore. “Especially when you look at it from way out here.”
We had borrowed Denny’s sailboat and sailed a few miles offshore and set anchor where we could be alone. Sailing was another of Sammy’s talents I knew nothing about until one day he announced that we were going to Catalina to go sailing.
“Do you know how to sail?” I asked, giving him a wary eye.
“My dear, there are very few things I don’t know how to do,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. “And do well, I might add.”
That was true. Every day with Sammy was an adventure in discovery, especially days like today, with Sammy spread out in a deck chair, naked, covered in sweat, his muscled body baking brown in the sun.
His plump cock rested on his right thigh like a thick sausage on the grill. I grinned because I imagined that I could hear it sizzling. Just the sight of it made me lick my lips. I had come to love Sammy’s Sausage.
I leaned down to hand Sammy an ice-cold Corona, then straddled his crotch. I was naked, too, of course. We were naked most of the time, Sammy and me. And if we weren’t naked, we were trying to find time to get that way.
There were very few places we had not made love in some shape, form, or fashion. We had done it in his office, my office, the elevator after work, my car in the parking lot, every room of his house, every room of my house, hotels, motels, in swimming pools, hot tubs, showers, the ocean… the list was ever growing and endless. As long as there was room for two large people to get naked and get busy, we were probably going to fuck there. And that didn’t include things like blowjobs while driving on the 405, getting fingered beneath the table at Captain Dee’s, a little pussy munching under my desk… Sigh. It wears me out just thinking about it.
Then there was all the other crap that kept us busy. In the three months we’d been seeing each other work had been crazy. I was travelling a lot and Sammy was always on the go. It was great to finally catch a rare weekend when neither of us had anything to do so we could get away. We’d been to beaches, to the mountains, to the islands. But there was nothing I liked better than stealing Denny’s boat and just sitting in the ocean listening to the waves slap the sides as we made love under the bright sun or the cool stars.
I took Sammy’s soft cock and positioned it so I could lower myself on to it with my pussy lips straddling the shaft and the head at my clit. I could feel his balls all sweaty and squishy beneath my ass. Even soft his cock felt hard and it immediately got my juices flowing.
“Mmmm, cold beer and a hot pussy,” Sammy said, grinning with the bottle at his lips. He brought up his free hand to caress my nipples. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
“I agree,” I said, leaning down to give him a kiss. I could feel him getting hard beneath me. I tensed when my clit slid over the hard underside of the head. My juices were flowing over him, lubing him up for what we both knew was about to come.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” he said, setting his Corona on the deck so he could put his hands on my hips. “I heard from the attorneys this morning. Club D is now officially owned by the offshore company that manages the charitable trust. We assigned Mr. Lemon, the director, to be the executor. He still answers to us until an independent board can be put into place, but me, Denny and Isaac, no longer have any legal ties to Club D.”
“That’s awesome,” I said, pressing my palms to his thick chest, my wet cunt sliding slowly up and down the length of his shaft, which was starting to feel a little like rubbing my cunt on a bicycle crossbar like I did when I was a horny kid.
“Do you… miss going... to Club D…” I asked, the words breathy and long.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I think that feels amazing,” I said, eyes closed, hips moving.
“Yes, it does,” he said, blowing out the words on gusts of breath. “Just… amazing…”
“Yes… amazing…” I sighed. “You make me… tingle all over...”
“Are you tingling here?” he asked, leaning up to give my tits a squeeze and a lick. He playfully pressed his ear to my boobs. “What’s that girls… you want me to shove… my cock between you…”
“They’re going to have to get in line,” I said, my hips picking up the pace. “My pussy is already… taking care of your… cock…”
“Fine,” he said, leaning back. “Maybe later.”
“Definitely later,” I said. “Oh… did I tell you… we got the… invitation to… Denny and Serena’s wedding… In Paris… next month…”
“Why are we talking… about Denny… and Serena?” he asked, his fingers digging into my sides as my pussy lips slid up and down his shaft faster now.
“I’m just… making conversation…” I said.
“You might want to pack a cooler full of Captain Dee’s,” he said with a grin. “I know how you refuse to eat anything you can’t pronounce. Nobody can pronounce the names of French food…”
“I can…”
“Prove it…”
“French fries… French toast… French… fuck… me…”
“I thought you’d never ask.” Sammy lifted me off his cock with the ease of picking up a six-foot tall ragdoll. His cock sprang upward, stiff as a board and straight as the sailboat’s mast. “Climb aboard, matey.”
“Aye aye, sir…”
I lowered my pussy until I felt the bulbous head of his cock at my hole. I felt myself spread open to suck in the head, then I slid down the shaft an inch at a time. When Sammy was inside me as far as he could go, I started doing slow squats over his cock as I reached behind me to play with his balls.
“Oh, yeah…” Sammy moaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “Ride me… baby… ride me…”
“Aye aye… captain… sir…”
It was amazing how much better in shape I had gotten since starting up with Sammy. I was already in good shape, but man, nothing like this. It seemed like I was always doing squats and deep knee bends or bending over to grab my ankles or contort my body in some new way. The muscles in my legs and ass were rock hard now, thanks to the man lying beneath me and the giant cock slowly sliding in and out of my pussy. It was the best exercise equipment on the planet.
“Fuck… that feels… amazing…” Sammy moaned, his fingers digging into my sides, slowly lifting me up and down. “We should do… an exercise video…”
“I was… just thinking… the same… thing…” I said, grunting out the words. “Monster cock aerobics… Cross fit for foot longs…”
“Yeah… tight pussy squats…”
“Drop and… give me… twenty…”
“If you drop… I can give you… twelve.”
We started giggling, then started cumming.
“Oh fuck… Sam… oh… fuck…”
I started piledriving my cunt up and down on Sammy’s rigid cock. I had learned from many hours of practice exactly how deep he could go without hurting me or himself. Honestly, I had never heard of cock burn until I started fucking Sammy. I’d had a couple of times when things got too rough. Trust me, that’s not an area you really want to chafe.
“You ready… to cum…” Sammy asked, the muscles in his chest and shoulders rippling.
“Just try… and stop… me…”
The more I fucked Sammy the less I could control my orgasms. He would shove the monster inside me, move it a round for a minute or two, and BAM! I’d explode, gushing hot juices all over his thick shaft and balls.
A couple of times, I even squirted when he was eating me out. I’d never squirted in my life and was a little shocked and embarrassed the first time it happened, but Sammy fucking loved it. He just opened his mouth and drank from the hose, so to speak.
My fingers gouged into Sammy’s round chest as wave after wave of orgasms rumbled through my body, making me quake and shudder. Just when one orgasm would start to subside, another would start. My body jerked as I bucked up and down on Sammy’s cock.
“I want to see you cum,” I said, sliding off Sammy to sit on his knees and replace my pussy with my fingers wrapped around his cock. Watching Sammy explode like a geyser was one of my favorite things to do. He gritted his teeth and growled as I wrapped both hands around his cock and milked it for all it was worth.
“Fuck... meeeeee…” Sammy’s whole body went hard and he started cumming, shooting long thick ropes of milky goo a foot in the air. It rose and fell onto my hands, covering them, but not slowing their pace. Sammy kept cumming and cumming. I leaned down and opened my mouth and caught the last of his cum in my mouth, like drinking from the world’s best fountain. I loved the warm salty taste of him. I swallowed a mouthful and hummed, then used my lips and tongue to clean him off.
“Holy shit, I love it when you do that,” Sammy said, huffing, trying to breathe.
“I love watching you cum,” I said, licking the sticky mess from my fingers and lips. I wiped my hands on a towel and picked up the Corona to rinse out my mouth. I loved the taste of Sammy’s cum. He did not.
“To my big, cuddly giant,” I said, holding up my bottle and waiting for him to pick his up from the deck. “And his amazing monster cock.”
He chucked and said, “And to my Amazon queen. As long as I have a face, she has a throne upon which to sit.”
“Okay, that was a little corny,” I said, grinning.
“Corny but true.” He tapped his bottle to mine. “All right then. To us.”
“To us.”
We both took a long drink and sighed. What a glorious fucking day.
THE END
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