My View From The Pier - Sex Stories

My View From The Pier

Ramona slipped her T-shirt and knee-length cover-up on as the crowd began to disperse from around the fire pit. Her boyfriend, Charlie, and another boy doused the fire with a couple of beer cups full of warm suds, pushed the coals about and plowed some sand onto the embers that still glowed. Empty cans, bottles, used paper products and leftover food were all dumped into the nearby trash cans. The beach party for the 4th of July had been a typical college affair with more than a little pot smoked, beer drunk and clandestine sex. Jimmy Donovan had clearly gotten his fingers into Julie Pursell's pussy if her moaning after the weenie roast meant anything. Audrey's head in Jamie's lap indeed looked innocent enough unless one looked more carefully. She had turned it sideways into his lap, and she let her tongue lap his balls while her hand slowly stroked his hard cock. The topper of the fire pit entertainment was when Melissa stripped her bikini top off and did a dance around the pit to the sound of the disco strains coming from the offshore fireworks barge. Girlfriends and boyfriends took the hint and handjobs started in earnest. Intermixed with the smells of wet seaweed and smoke from the fire was the unmistakable smell of semen as it poured out in fountains. All of this was by way of warmup for the pier. Everyone had at least one joint and enough beer to make the party more than festive. It would be remembered as a hot fucking celebration of the engagement of Ramona Wein and ...

... Charlie Glover, lovers since high school. Charlie was the reason Ramona's mom had insisted on birth control pills for her when she turned 16. She knew very well that Ramona's curvaceous ass and blossoming tits made Charlie drool at the mouth and fill his shorts with precum. Whenever Charlie came to visit, it didn't take an undercover vice squad cop to figure out he was into Ramona's private parts. After watching the late movie, on more than one occasion, Mrs. Wein had caught them in the kitchen in a hot clinch. The scramble to zip, button and tuck gave her a good laugh as the kids tried to look innocent. Mrs. Wein had been young not so long ago and though trying to play the strict mom, she secretly enjoyed these intrusions on her part. Most often, Charlie's pants had a big, wet cum-spot on the front. The next day she would find Ramona's panties in the hamper with that tell-tale sign that things had gotten pretty hot. Girly cum stains all over the front panel of her thong reminded Mrs. Wein of her days in the back seat of an old Ford sedan. With her legs thrust high over her shoulders, her future husband, Mr. Wein, banged her cunt as hard as he could. Ramona was a product of one of those nights, and she sure didn't want her daughter to suffer the same fate. So, birth control pills it was. Charlie was most grateful and even thought about buying Mrs. Wein some candy or flowers to thank her for the gift. Endless fucking with no babies that she endowed on the young couple was surely ...