EPILOG: Serena
One of the hardest things I had ever had to do was convincing my Papa that the Denny Chambers he saw on TV—“duh pussy guy” Papa called him—was not the real Denny Chambers, the man I had fallen head over heels silly in love with over the last few months. That was the old Denny Chambers, the billionaire bad boy who just needed to meet a good woman who would force him—or gently nudge him— to grow up.
The man I woke up with every morning now was the new and improved Denny Chambers. And boy, was I having the time of my life with the new version.
For the longest time, Papa was wary of the man who was spending time with his baby girl, even though I was happier than I had ever been in my life. Work was great. I was almost done with school. And my love life was rocking and rolling in every way imaginable. That didn’t matter to Papa. He was still protective as a grizzly bear of its young cub.
Denny was cool with Papa’s attitude and said he totally understood Papa’s desire to protect his baby girl. “Heck, I’ll let boys come anywhere near my daughter,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. “I mean, if we ever have a daughter.”
Papa had never been good at hiding his emotions, especially where I was concerned. His icy stare could stop a clock, but it didn’t stop Denny from coming around and trying to win him over. He would just smile at Papa, though he told me several times he wondered if Papa’s looks might actually be lethal if he stared at him long enough, like looking at the sun for more than a second, if the sun had been a very large, very angry, Mexican padre.
For months, whenever Denny and Papa were in the same room, things were tense from Papa’s side, like a smoldering fire that might turn into a raging inferno at any moment. Then came Thanksgiving dinner when Denny was finally introduced to my six brothers, their wives, and fifteen kids.
I felt bad for him (not really), this lone white guy sitting off to the side at the table with the kids. A lesser man might have been intimated or insulted, but not Denny. Each time I looked over he was smiling and carrying on playfully with the children.
Slowly, Papa and my brothers came around. The wives already thought Denny was the hottest gringo they had ever seen, so they were an easy sell.
Papa and the boys were still not Denny’s biggest fans, but I no longer thought that they want to kill him and bury him in concrete.
At least not entirely.
Maybe they’d just bury him up to his handsome neck.
* * *
“What are you thinking, Mr. Chambers?”
Denny slid the sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and gave me a sideways look. We were lounging naked and sweaty on the private beach on the island Denny and his partners owned in the South Pacific. I know what you’re thinking… his money was not important, but holy smokes, sometimes it sure was nice to have.
The white sandy beach was deserted except for we two honeymooners, and the only other people on the island were a small staff that stayed at main house. The beach where we were at that moment was totally secluded, so we had gotten into the habit of naked sunbathing every afternoon before dinner.
Denny was lying on his back in a deck chair, his brown body covered in a fine film of sweat. His long cock was draped lazily over his left thigh, enjoying its time out in the sun. I giggled because it reminded me of a sausage on a grill. God forbid that baby burn...
I was lying on my stomach with my big tits smashed beneath me and my round ass pointed toward the sun. I could feel the heat on my backside, but thanks to my heritage, my skin never burned.
“I was just thinking about how much I love this place, Mrs. Chambers,” he said with a sigh. He pushed the sunglasses to the top of his head and tucked his hands behind his neck and closed his eyes to the sun. “We don’t have to ever go home, you know. We could literally stay here forever. I can work from anywhere.”
“I can’t. And I think my new boss at the research center might have something to say about that. It was hard enough getting two weeks off for the honeymoon.” I turned onto my side and propped up onto my elbow. The sweat ran down my body and pooled on the towel covering the chair. Even my tits were dripping with sweat, and if I had not shaved my pussy for the trip, I would have been a mushy mess down there. The curls around the base of Denny’s cock glistened with sweat. Very sexy… hmmm…
“Well, we have two days left,” Denny said with a happy sigh. “So, soak it up while you can.”
“I was thinking about soaking up something else.” I reached over to take his soft cock in my hand. It immediately started to harden in my grasp and after a few tugs, grew to its full nine inches in my hand, all girthy and veiny and red and sweaty. Mmmm… just like I liked it.
“What are you doing?” Denny asked as my hand slowly pumped his cock up and down, up and down, lubing it with the sweat from his body. It got even harder with each pump. The head swelled like a ripe plum, glistening and purple and oozing little drops of Denny Juice.
“You look like you could use a hand,” I said, feeling the heat between my legs that was not coming from the sun. The moment I touched Denny’s cock my juices began to flow in anticipation of things to come. Or to cum… My pussy was gushing like a hot spring, spilling out, running down the crack of my ass.
“I could use your pussy on my face,” Denny said, his tongue darting the air like a snake.
“I taste like a salt block down there,” I said, getting off the chair without releasing my grip on his cock. “Would you settle for my pussy on your cock?”
“That would do nicely.” He held out a hand. “Climb aboard.”
Denny started rubbing my tits as I straddled my pussy over his cock and slowly lowered myself until I had taken in as much of him as I could. It felt amazing to be on the beach, in the sun, sweating despite the cool breeze, with the man I love’s cock buried deep inside my cunt.
I braced my palms on this chest and started sliding my hips back and forth, back and forth, letting his cock slide in and slide out. Each time I pulled back my clit rolled over his shaft, sending little shockwaves through me. It took less than a minute for my first orgasm to hit. I gushed hot juices out over his cock and balls and kept on going toward orgasm number two.
“Fuck… you feel… so good…” Denny sighed, his hands digging into my melon tits as my fingernails dug into his chest. “Your pussy… so fucking… tight…”
“It’s because you’re so fucking big,” I said with a smile. I sped up the pace of my hips, slamming into him now, feeling his balls bounce against my ass with every thrust. “Fuck… I’m cumming… again… oh… shit…”
“Cum with me baby,” Denny said, grabbing onto my hips and arching his back until I was literally lifted off the chair, riding him like a bucking bronco in a beach rodeo.
“Fuck!!!!” The orgasm started in my toes, making them curl, then shot up my legs, bounced across my nipples, then slammed into my pussy like a tsunami battering the shore. I came in waves, hot, juicy, salty waves, slamming Denny’s cock into my cunt as deep and hard as it would go.
“Cumming…” Denny groaned, his muscular body growing tense beneath me. A moment later, he filled me with his load. It warmed from within and oozed out of me to cover his shaft.
“Damn…” I sighed when the waves finally stopped slamming into my cunt. I struggled to catch my breath. “That… was… fucking… amazing…”
“Yes, it was,” Denny said, pulling me down on top of him. Our sweaty bodies slid around each other until he put his arms around me and held me tight. He put his lips to mine and smiled with his eyes.
“You want to know what the best part about being me is, Mrs. Chambers?” he asked.
I cooed with my nose pressed to his.
“What, Mr. Chambers?”
“The time I get to spend with you.”
“Aw…” I put my hands on his cheeks and gave him a long kiss.
“And,” he added. “The pussy.”
We both said it at the same time.
“Duh!”
THE END
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