Future of Porn

“Some babysitter I am,” I said with a little laugh, pulling my knees up to my chin and watching the sun set across the horizon. Mrs. B glanced over at me from her book, a paperback copy of “The Davinci Code” that I had loaned her, and smiled.

“I’m glad the kids found something else to do,” she said, stretching on the lounge chair with a yawn.

They had gotten in very late from their party, past two. I knew because I heard them laughing and trying to be quiet in the hallway as they fumbled their way to their room. Then came Mrs. B’s moans and Doc’s grunting and the rhythmic bang of the headboard against the wall and the squeak and shift of their bed.

I rolled around for a while trying to sleep but eventually couldn’t help slipping my hand between my legs and rubbing myself until I was breathless and panting and shuddering all over with my orgasm as I listened to the sounds of them together.

“I just feel bad,” I said with a shrug. “You brought me along to watch the kids, and they’re spending all their times with the Holmes’ au pair.”

Doc had taken Janie and Henry over to the Holmes’ to spend the night.

Mrs. B laid her book aside, reaching over and fingering a strand of my hair. “That’s not all you’re here for, you know.”

My belly seized when she said that and I looked at her, wondering if I was understanding what she really meant.

“You’re one of the family, really,” Mrs. B murmured, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “This was kind of like a gift for you, a thank you for everything you’ve done for us.”

I was almost disappointed by her words, but I smiled, looking back out over the water. It had been a crazy-hot week and today was the worst. We hadn’t even gone to lay out. Mrs. B’s borrowed orange micro-bikini was still hanging in the bathroom.

Now, though, it had started to cool a little, although the air was so humid it was like trying to breathe through a wet washcloth. The sun was sinking fast and spreading orange fire across the horizon.

“I’ve really… had a good time,” I told her, still not looking her way. “It’s been… a very exciting week.”

“I’m glad.” Mrs. B’s fingers were still in my hair, caressing me just behind the ear, sending shivers through me.

Sometimes I just didn’t know what to say or how to act around them. We never talked about the things that happened, although there was always some undercurrent of communication going on, lower than our words, like our bodies were talking to each other all the time—Mrs. B’s caresses, Doc’s slipping by me and Mrs. B in the kitchen, pulling me into the saddle of his hips for a moment before moving on. I felt like I was keeping a big, juicy secret that I was bursting to tell.

“That feels good,” I murmured, turning my face toward her palm, my eyes meeting hers. They had that light in them and she was giving me that lazy half-smile.

“It’s still so hot,” she groaned, stretching again, her tank top pulling up to reveal a little expanse of belly over her shorts. “Let’s go for a swim.”

“Okay,” I agreed, standing up and brushing sand off my legs. “I’ll go get a suit on.”

Mrs. B grabbed my hand, her slender fingers squeezing mine. “No need. Private beach and the kiddos are gone, remember? Come on.”

She peeled off her tank top, standing there topless while she unsnapped her shorts and wiggled them down her hips. I knew I shouldn’t have been shy, considering, but something about this felt different, like there was more conscious intent behind it. I just watched her reveal her body, which had become familiar to me, and yet still filled me with a slow, burning heat.

“Want some help?” she purred, the same one she used with Doc, as she moved toward me, lifting the edge of my t-shirt. I let her, lifting my arms in acquiescence, my eyes never leaving hers except for the brief moment when the material was coming off over my head. Her fingers brushed over my shoulders as she dropped the shirt to the sand.

I didn’t say anything when she knelt, tugging the elastic of my shorts down over my hips, pulling my panties with them. I just looked down at her, seeing her eyes moving between my legs. The sun turned her hair a fiery gold and made the light in her eyes seem even brighter.

“Hm, need to shave again,” she murmured, standing and letting me step out of the shorts at my feet. “Want me to help you later?”

I nodded as she took my hands, pulling me closer so we were standing belly-to-belly, our breasts touching. I wanted her to kiss me, and I think she knew it. She smiled, squeezing my hands and then turned toward the water.

“Last one in is a rotten egg!” she called, running toward the shoreline. I only watched her for a moment, her sleek, tawny body streaking toward the water, and then I was after her, both of us tumbling into the surf, laughing and clutching at each other in the waves.

Wet, our bodies slid together and I’m not even sure how it happened, but we were wrapped around each other and her mouth found mine. Everything was so soft, her lips, her breasts pressing into mine, her thigh between my legs, the hair my hands got tangled in at the back of her head. It went on and on, the sun finally slipping down below the horizon as we kissed, moaning into each other’s mouths.

“Come here,” she murmured, pulling my hips forward, lifting me in the water, and I wrapped my legs around her body, pressing in tight. I could feel the heat of her pussy against mine, more pronounced with the coolness of the water all around us, and I ground my hips against her as we kissed, making her moan.

Her fingers slipped down there between us, finding me, opening, probing, and I gasped and rocked, wanting more. My clit was throbbing with that dull ache, like it would never stop. I wiggled and pressed against her, rubbing my breasts into hers, feeling my little nipples sliding wetly over the fullness of her chest.

She lifted me out of the water a little bit, her hands moving over my back, her mouth finding my nipples, sucking first one and then the other. I moaned, my legs wrapped just below her breasts, feeling them pressed hard into my belly.

Writhing and twisting on her as she made fast circles with her tongue around my hard nipples, I threw her off balance and we tumbled into the water, both of us crying out. I came up sputtering and laughing and she did too, wiping salt water out of her eyes.

Still, I reached for her, not wanting it to end, not wanting it to go back to the secret silence of just a few hours before. She took me in, kissing me again, sucking at my tongue, more urgent now.

“Come on,” she murmured, leading me toward shore. “We’re safer on the beach.”

I giggled, following her as we kicked up sand, which was still warm but cooling now that the sun had set. She spread a large blanket and laid down on it, pulling me with her. Our bodies were still slippery wet and she tasted like salt water when we kissed. Her thigh slipped up over mine as we laid on our sides, my hands moving slow, tentative now, over her shoulders, her arms, her back.

She was looking at me in the dim light, her hand moving down to cup my little breast in, moving her thumb over the nipple and making me shiver. Then her tongue followed her fingers, making those same circles over my wet flesh. I could feel her breasts pressing into my side and reaching my fingers down, finding a fat brown nipple and squeezing it.

“Oh god, yes,” she whispered, arching her back. Encouraged, I rolled it, tugged on it, rubbing my palm over it, and she moaned louder against my breasts, licking them faster, back and forth between them now.

“Oh Mrs. B,” I moaned when her hand slipped down between my legs, her fingers opening me up again, finding my center. My pussy was a hot pulse against her palm.

“I think you can call me Carrie,” she murmured as she slipped a finger inside and I flushed at the thought. I couldn’t even imagine calling her by her first name, still! Her hand rocked over my mound, her fingers, two now, moving in and out me. I found her other nipple, making her groan when I tugged at it, so fat and hard between my thumb and finger.

She was kissing her way down my belly and I realized where she was heading, my whole body filled with heat at the thought. My skin was still beaded with water and the air felt cool now that that sun was gone. Her fingers never stopped moving in the darkness, seeking the heat at my core as her tongue slipped down my smooth, flat belly, and then over the swell of my thighs.

“Oh god,” I whispered, rocking against her hand, staring up at the blue velvet sky. “Please.” She knew was I was asking for and she slipped her fingers out of me then, pressing my legs back with her palms. I opened them for her, feeling a little less exposed in the near-dark, hanging onto my knees as I spread wide for her tongue.

“Such a pretty pussy,” she breathed, the heat of her words burning through me, and then she was licking me, her tongue finding my clit and focusing right there, a wet little flicker that went on and on. I pulled back more, lifting my hips, and she seemed to understand, sliding her fingers back inside of me, twisting them as she started to move in and out.

“Yessssss,” I hissed, her tongue sending the most delicious sensations along my spine. “Oh god, Mrs. B, finger me, do it hard.”

She groaned, the vibration of her voice moving right through me as her fingers moved faster, harder, slamming into me as she worked my clit with her tongue. I rolled my head from side to side, dizzy with the feeling, wanting it to last forever and knowing I couldn’t possibly hold out against the soft lapping of her tongue, the pounding of her fingers into my pelvis.

“So close,” I whispered, and that made her lick faster, fuck me harder, making those little encouraging noises in her throat that sent shivers through me. My pussy was swollen and wet under her mouth, I could feel the mix of my juices and her saliva running down my ass toward the blanket.

“Ohhhhhhh now, now!” I cried, unable to keep it back any more.

It came like a tidal wave, sweeping over and drowning me in my own pleasure until I was gasping for air, shuddering and arching against her mouth and fingers that still worked between my thighs. It moved through me so long I thought I was going to die right there, spread open on a blanket with Mrs. B’s face buried between my legs, and then it began to ebb, in slow, pulsing waves, like a tide slowly receding.

“Good girl,” she whispered against my pussy, feathering kisses all over my mound, giving me goose bumps. Staring, panting up at the sky, I saw the stars just starting to come out. I pulled at her, wanting her, and she came up and kissed me so I could taste me in her mouth. Sucking on her tongue, I groaned, feeling her breasts pressing into my side.

“Let’s go get all this sand and salt water off,” she whispered into my ear, nuzzling my neck.

“What about… Doc?” I was still breathless, dazed, floating.

“He’ll be gone for hours,” she assured me, standing and holding out her hand. “He and Tom Holmes were going out to play pool.”

I took her hand, letting her help me stand, and she kissed me again, her mouth greedy, telling me how much more she wanted, and I wanted it, too. We both shivered when we entered the air-conditioning and brushed off as much sand as we could before we ran naked up the stairs to the bathroom. I felt a little more shy now in the light, with her eyes on me, even though they were warm and kind… and hungry.

“What are you doing?” I asked, watching as she started the water in the tub instead of the shower.

“I thought a bath would be nice,” she said, sitting on the edge and feeling the water. I couldn’t take my eyes off her body, the full, lush brown curves, the way her hair shone even when it was wet. “Don’t you think?”

“Sure,” I replied, leaning against the counter and watching as she took a lighter and started illuminating candles all around the tub. When she was finished, she said, “Turn out the light, would you?”

I complied, the room going from stark to warm immediately, the candles casting shadow circles on the ceiling.

“What’s that?” I asked, curious, watching her pour something from a bottle into the water.

“Bubble bath,” she replied, letting the tub fill and going out to get us towels. I went over and sat on the edge, trailing my hand in the warmth and stirring the bubbles around. The scent of lavender filled the room.

I didn’t say anything when she got a new disposable razor from the drawer and set it on the lip of the tub, but my pussy responded, remembering the last time she had shaved me down there.

“Come on,” she said, sliding past me and stepping over the edge into the half-full tub.

I swung my legs over, slipping down into the warm water with a sigh. I’d been dying to soak in this tub since we arrived, but I hadn’t ever imagined that I would be doing it with Mrs. B!

“Come here,” she said, gathering me into her. I rested my cheek under her chin, the bubbles making our skin slippery wet. The tub was almost full now with us in it, and I could see the tops of her breasts floating in the water, her nipples hidden under the suds.

“Talented toes!” I laughed when she used her red-painted toes to turn the handles and stop the water.

“You have no idea,” she said with a grin, using her big toe to push the button and turn on the jets, making the bubbles rise even higher. The water rushed around us, soothing, warm, and I sighed happily.

We laid that way for a while, breathing together, watching the shadows flicker over the walls and each other’s faces. She was playing with a wet strand of my hair, wrapping it around her finger. It should have been awkward, but somehow it wasn’t. I could feel something moving between us, like light or heat, growing with every breath.

“Let’s get washed,” she murmured into my hair, sitting up in the big tub and reaching for a bottle of shampoo. I closed my eyes and let her scrub and rinse my hair, and then did the same for her, the blonde mass over her shoulders spilling like waves wet of gold.

Then she found the soap. It was the moisturizing kind, and she grabbed a scrubby, pouring some on and lathering it up.

“Turn around,” she said, twirling her finger at me. I obeyed, looking at her over my shoulder as she moved my hair aside and started scrubbing my back. The rough yet smooth texture of the cloth felt good, and her hands felt even better as her palms traced everywhere it had been, as if she were smoothing the way.

She turned me toward her, then, moving it down over my shoulders, over my breasts, having me kneel up so she could do my belly. Then she wanted me to stand, and the rough cloth moved over my thighs, between my legs, making me moan a little and spread for her.

“Good,” she murmured, moving it gently between my lips, her eyes on mine. “Turn around and bend over.”

“Mrs. B—” I started, but there was no real protest left in me. I turned, putting my palms on the edge of the tub, bending over and spreading my legs. I felt her working the cloth over my hips and my ass, her hands following.

“Oh!” I cried when she slipped it between my ass cheeks, scrubbing a little there, moving it over my pussy. “What—?”

“Shhh.” Her hand was moving there, now, down the crack, her finger probing at the tender, virgin hole of my ass. I winced, feeling her slip a finger inside to the first knuckle, turning and pushing and then pulling back out.

“My turn,” she murmured, putting her hands on my hips and bringing me back down into the water. I sighed in relief, turning to face her as she handed me the scrubby.

I started with her back, so she couldn’t see my eyes roaming over her body, how the sudsy, churning water lapped at her full hips as she knelt up and held her hair out of my way, how the curve of her arm, her back, the sweet indentation at her waist had my breath coming faster, my hands trembling as I washed her back.

I groaned when she turned around, still holding her hair up, and I knelt in the water like I was worshipping her, and I was, running the soapy cloth over her shoulders and breasts. I couldn’t help using my hands there, finally feeling the weight of them. She sighed and squirmed when I rubbed my palms over her nipples.

“I wish I had breasts like yours,” I whispered, looking up at her. She just smiled and shook her head, lifting herself up onto the edge of the tub and opening her thighs, the water running off her in bubbly sheets at first, then fading to streams and little rivulets.

“Here,” she said, opening her lips with two fingers. “Don’t forget here.”

I nodded, swallowing and approaching her pussy with the cloth, swiping at it, tentative. She sighed deeply and opened wider, and I gave up on the cloth, using my hand to rub soap into the pink flesh between her legs.

“Mmmm yes,” she whispered when I found the hood of her clit with my fingers.

I had never seen another girl up close like this and I couldn’t help staring, watching how the folds seemed to want to swallow my fingers. She was so smooth, so soft here! I wondered if the folds would want to swallow my tongue like that and the thought made me hot all over.

“Don’t forget this,” she said with a smile, standing and bending over like I had for her.

I gasped, finding the cloth again, washing her bottom and slipping it between the crack of her firm, rounded ass. She spread wider, looking back at me, smiling.

“Go ahead,” she said. “Do it.”

I groaned, biting my lip, but I obeyed, pressing one finger to the tiny, puckered hole of her ass. Her skin was so brown that the hole there looked incredibly pink, and it gave way to my probing as I slid in up to my first knuckle, mimicking her motion, round and round. Mrs. B moaned and pressed back a little, sliding my finger all the way in.

Shocked, I took it back out again, quickly, staring up at her.

“Let’s get you shaved,” she said, smiling like she knew a secret that she wasn’t telling me. Patting the side of the tub, she took the razor and waited for me to open my legs for her.

She used just soap this time, no shaving cream, lathering my pussy up with her whole hand. I moaned, not shy this time about how good it felt. It was over very quickly compared to last time, the razor all-business as it slicked over my skin, leaving smoothness in its wake.

Then she was pulling me back into the tub and we were kneeling together in the swirling water, our mouths slanting, our tongue meshing and my pussy was aching to be touched again after her fingers had probed and prodded it during my shave.

“Want to see something?” she whispered against my lips and I nodded. “Watch.”

She moved to the side of the tub, grasping onto the edge and opening her knees. I watched as she rocked, eyes closed, moaning a little. At first I was confused, but then I realized what she was doing—the jet from the Jacuzzi was pointing straight between her thighs.

“Try it,” Mrs. B murmured, and I could see her nipples, how hard they were, how the water frothed and foamed between her legs.

There was a jet right next to her and I grabbed onto the edge, opening my knees like she was, positioning myself over the—

“Oh god!” I cried as the water pulsed against my clit, much harder and faster than any shower massage. Mrs. B was already breathing fast, her hips rolling with the water.

“Isn’t it good?” she murmured, and as I watched, she lifted her legs out of the water, dangling them over the edge so she could press her pussy full against the jet. I did it, too, gasping at the intensity of the sensation.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I whispered, over and over, the water around us sloshing as we rocked together, the jets gushing in a wicked pulse against our throbbing pussies.

“Ohhhh yeahhhh,” Mrs. B moaned, shuddering all over, her voice low and throaty as she threw her head back and I knew she was cumming, and I wasn’t far behind her, my pussy contracting as if it could pull the water right inside of me.

“Oh yes! I mean sure that is what we are here for. Umm listen it will take us most of the day to get to the island so how would you like to spend the night out there. We can go to town and have dinner at a place I know and just make a week end of it.”

His eyes never left me as he watched me let my pants drop around my feet. I pulled my feet out of them with out bending over until I turned my back to him. I bent at the waste to pick them up knowing he was looking at my ass and how my T-back panties had pulled into and separated my cheeks! I knew I was giving him a good look at my goodies. “That sounds like fun Sam, but I don’t have any thing to wear with me. I mean well.”

Sam interrupted me. “I slipped into your room and picked up the dress you had on last night! It was right there on your bed and I just didn’t think you would mind. Besides you looked wonderful in it!”

I smiled at him. “Well no, that is fine. I think it will be very fun to stay out there.” I went to my bag and rummaged through it. Then I looked up at him. “Sam I forgot my swimsuit top!” I had been bent over letting him look down my sweat shirt top at my beast’s as I went through the bag. “Shit! I wanted to try to get some sun.” I looked at him.

“Well I don’t have any thing like that on board, umm I guess you could go topless.” He looked up the mast at the sail head. “I know you some times sun in the nude at home.” He started to turn red. “I saw you once. I didn’t mean to look but I did and you looked, well, dam Beck you looked good!” He turned bright red, “It just happened and, I’m sorry.”

I never batted an eye as I lifted my top over my head. I tried to act like it was something I had done all my life as I folded my top and put it on a small table. My nipples grew hard as the cool wind blew over them and after he let his eyes run over them Sam again went back to sailing the boat. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I put out a towel on the bench cushion. He watched me as I rubbed sunscreen all over my legs as my big breasts swaying all over my chest. I rubbed up over my tummy as I took note of a bulge in his pants. He tried to act like he wasn’t looking at me as I took my time rubbing the cream into my tits making sure I pulled on each nipple before I laid back. “Yes that’s a very nice bulge in there!” I smiled to my self as I looked at Sam.

We were quiet for a time as we sailed each of us lost in our own thoughts. We had been sailing a few hours just enjoying the day when I looked up to see we were about half way to the island. “Hungry?” I asked him.

“What? I’m sorry I was think of something.” His eyes went to my breasts and then down to my crotch.

That’s when I realized that my panty crotch had slipped into my vagina lips so that they were exposed to his eyes. My hart raced in my chest knowing just how much of me he was seeing as I slowly sat up crossing my legs.

“Are you hungry?” I asked again as I felt my cheeks redden under his gaze.

“Yes, yes I am.” He pointed off to the side. “And there is another boat coming up on us. You might want to cover up.”

I came out with the food we had brought with us. I put some things out on the small table and looked to see the other boat was about a mile away but closing fast. “Ok, I will put a top on if I embarrass you.”

“Embarrass me! My god woman you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen! God I am so proud of you I could explode! I want the whole world to see me with you!”

“Good! Then eat your sandwich and know that I love you looking at me and that if you want me topless then topless it is!” I kissed him softly on the cheek.

We ate as the other boat went past us. Sam said it was a racing sloop and the four guys on it all whooped and hollered when they saw I didn’t have on a top. I looked at Sam and with a big smile I stood up waving and giving them a good look. When I sat down I glanced at Sam’s pants to see he was very hard.

“You know we might see those guys on the island?” he asked.

“Do you care?”

“Yes,” He looked at me; “I care very much!”

“Do you want me to cover up, or did you like it?”

“I,” He smiled, “Liked it.”

“I thought so!”

It wasn’t long before I could make out the harbor at Avalon. I had been setting on the bench in the cockpit watching other boats in the distance when I stood up and stretched. I made sure to push my chest out before reaching for my top. I slipped it on watching Sam as he smiled at me.

We found a good spot in the harbor and tied up to a buoy. Sam had me climbing around tying things up. I knew he was enjoying looking at my ass and legs as I bent and moved around the deck. My T-backs has slipped around to the point of covering nothing as I worked. I decided to talk to him about it.

“Sam you have been looking at me so hard your eyes must hurt.” I said with a smile as I moved up next to him.

“I’m sorry Beck. It’s just that you look so good and well to be honest you showing your self like that, I mean so any one close could see, well it turns me on!” he went bright red as he spoke. “I have never wanted to be, I mean I well, oh shit I just like it that’s all!”

“I looked down at his crotch making sure he seen me do it. “I can see that big boy.” I smiled at him. “I need to shower. Do I have to do any thing special.”

“Nope just like home. Turn it on and wash it off!” he beamed at me. “I’ll take one in the other room and you can use the master. I’ll call for a water taxi while you get cleaned up.”

I cleaned up and slipped on the dress he had for me. I started to put my panties back on but changed my mind throwing them on the bed. I walked up on deck to find Sam all shaved and waiting for me. The water taxi was just leaving the dock to pick us up as I moved up to stand next to him.

“I don’t have any makeup. I hope I look ok.” I said.

“You look better to me than any one I have ever been with Becky.”

We took the taxi to shore and walked to a nice little restaurant. We again made small talk as we ate and when we finished he took my hand in his. “There is a nice place to watch the lights come on form the main land right up that hill. Would you like to walk up there with me?”

“Sure! Lets go!”

We walked the short distance up the hill and sat down on a low wall. The sun had went behind the island but it would be a while before dark and as we sat there he pointed out different kinds of boats and things to see around the harbor. He took my hand as we sat there looking around. There was soft music floating up to us from one of the cantinas below and a soft breeze blowing up to us from the harbor. I slipped off the wall letting my dress slide up my leg and then stood in front of him. I opened my legs to shoulder width and swayed back and forth in front of him to the soft rhythm of the drums from below.

Beck, do you know that I can see through your dress with you standing like that?”

“I know you can see the out line of my legs in this light. But that’s about all.”

“I can see that and those magnificent nipples of yours to.” He smiled at me. “I’m not complaining mind you.”

“Well all you can see is shadow.” I looked at him and then moved taking both his hands in mine. “If you can see me so good what color panties do I have on?”

“Umm, Black!”

“Nope!” I moved back from him and slowly pulled the skirt of my dress up to about mid thigh. “Guess again!”

“Well hell Beck I don’t know! I am not supper man and I guess your right I can’t see that much!”

“Well’ I will tell that I think you would like it if I let you see what I have on!”

“God you’re a tease!” he stood up. “Becky,” He took my hands in his again. “This is killing me. I had better take you back to the boat.”

“Not before you tell me what’s wrong!” I looked up into his eyes moving very close to him. “Tell me Sam what is it making you nut’s?”

He got a funny look in his eyes and I could see them grow moist in the dim light.

“Becky I am in love with you!”

He started to pull away from me but I pulled him back to me. “After all this time I don’t know when or how but I do love you!” He was breathing hard with excitement as he looked at me expecting rejection.

I kept him cost to me as I looked into his eyes seeing he was as serious as I had ever seen him. I leaned up on my tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips.

“I love you to Sam!”

“Do you mean it! You love me!”

“Yes very much!”

He scooped me up in his arms like I was a rag doll! “Wahooooooooo! SHE LOVES ME!”

He hopped around all over the place with me in his strong arms. Suddenly he stopped. He put me down and looked at me in the now late dusk. “Prove it!”

“Prove what? That I love you?”

“No! That you don’t have on any panties! Becky I want to look at you! I want to see the woman I love!”

I looked at him with a smile and reached down taking the hem of my dress in my hand and pulled it up high. I pulled it up and off over my head standing there in front of him as naked as the day I was born!

“Oh my god!” was all he said as he moved to me. He picked me up kissing me softly as he held me to his body. He let me go looking around. “You better put that back on, until we get to the boat at least and we are going to the boat right now!”

I don’t remember going back to the boat but I do remember standing in the cockpit and pulling the dress off over my head as the harbor taxi pulled away. I remember him going below first and looking up at me bottom as I went down the ladder. I remember lying back on the big bed in the master bedroom and then I remember his lips on mine!

Sam was doing his best to be gentle as he tried to love me but it was just not right. We both wanted to fuck so I pushed him onto his back and set on him. I kissed him sucking his tongue into my mouth as I reached between us taking his hard cock in my hand. I lifted up a little and ran it over my wet lips enjoying the rubbery feel as I found my clit and circled around it with the head of his dick. I raised up on my other hand as I took it to my wet hole and I set on it!

God it filled me to the point of splitting as I slowly took it deeper and deeper into me. I felt it hit bottom and as I pushed it deeper enter my womb! “Oh God Sam you have me so full!”

“Go easy Beck! As badly as I want this I won’t last long!” he was breathing hard as he spoke and I could feel him swelling in me!

He cupped my tits as I moved on him and suddenly he went over the top! It felt like a canon going off in me as his dick grew and then blasted my insides with his hot cum! He held me by my hips as he pushed into me shaking like a leaf as he filled me with his seed! And I came!

‘OHH YESSSSSSSSS FILL ME WITH IT! I FEEL IT OH GOD SAM I FEEL YOU CUMMING IN ME! Hoooooo Sam oh God!”

I collapsed on him shaking as I ground my pelvis into him. Neither of us could move and he held me like that for a long time. His soft peter slipped out of me and I could feel his come leaking out of me as I lifted up to kiss him.

I smiled at him. “Any thing else you want me to prove to you?”

“Ask me that in a little while!” he said with a grin.

We were married two weeks later and our first child is due in a few months. He still likes for me to show off and he almost never wants me to wear any panties. We spend all of our free time on our boat and sail all over the West Coast.

Who says a dream can’t come true?