How Did I Know? - Sex Stories

How Did I Know?

... brightly. “Good Sheila, now move her ass towards me babe,” Peter said. Sheila, Peter’s partner in crime, gripped my hips and slowly eased me backwards. Forcing my back to arch and my ass to thrust outwards. My head was a haze as I allowed Sheila and Peter the opportunity to manhandle me. I felt Peters rugged hands clutch my nubile hips. I began to feel my body tremble nervously. I could hear over the crowds clamor a low guttural noise coming from Peter. I looked over my shoulder and saw Sheila laid out on bed massaging her pussy while staring in our direction. Then a piercing sting as Peter plunged the entirety of his rigid cock into the depths of my sodden cunt. My eyes widened and I shrilled with ecstasy. Despite the cacophony, Peter bore deep into me repeatedly with powerful and deliberate thrusts. My mouth hung agape in awe. I shrieked with delight! I could see Mike and Barbie watching me from the beach while a crowd began to form around Peter and me; feeding my arousal. Peter’s hands kneaded my tits feverishly; I moaned loudly. I was abruptly reminded of my condition as the head of Peters cock brutally hammered against my cervix. With every drive I gasped for breath. My body trembled and beads of perspiration bled from every pore of my body. Suddenly my pussy quaked, my toes curled, my head tossed backwards and I shrilled with pleasure. My body reacted to Peter’s ...

... provocation naturally and as I climaxed, I honeyed his balls with my sweet girly nectar; squirting for the first time in my life. Within seconds of my earth-shattering orgasm Peters grip tightened and his fingers burrowed into my silky sides. He aggressively yanked my nipples while his thrusts were violent and reckless. Then Peter let out a thunderous groan and his cock lurched with purpose as torrent of his seed splashed inside my tender cunt. My vision was blurred, my head was foggy and my legs were wobbly as Peter unsheathed himself from my tender hole. His wife, Sheila, helped to steady me. I was obviously shaken from the fierce and hasty ordeal her hubby had unleashed on me. She was kind enough to bring me a towel and a glass of water. She sat with me until I had regained my senses. Peter on the other hand had wondered off. Leaving me sitting at the edge of a beach bed with his wife nursing a sore pair of tits and an aching pussy. Rivulets of his seed steadily leached themselves on to the previously clean sheets. I was in disbelief that I had allowed myself to be used and taken by Peter. I was ashamed in myself, I felt dirty and soiled. I had allowed Peter to use me as his fuck toy in order to get even with Mike for ignoring me. As I sat in awe I could help but admit how much I loved my tryst with Peter. His ferocious fucking had open my fledgling mind to new probabilities.