My View From The Pier - Sex Stories

My View From The Pier

... The blasts often created some resounding headaches for the unwary AARP rail-birds. ooOoo "C'mon Charlie, we'll be late, hurry up and put that shit away," Ramona said to her lover boy. Tonight was his night, and he knew it. She had given him every possible signal outside of just flat telling him,"Fuck me tonight, Charlie." "Okay, okay, I'm hurrying, do you want another beer, babe?" "I won't need beer, and you won't either if you have your wits about you, stud," she said to him with a little, evil laugh. Poor Charlie, he blushed bright enough so she could make it out under the lights of the parking lot. "Just make sure all that pot and beer doesn't leave your pecker in permanent 'penis relaxus.' " "God Dammit, Ramona, lay off will you?" said Charlie, more than a little stung by the sharp barb. "This is supposed to be our engagement fuck, not 'flay the skin off Charlie's ass night.'" She grabbed him by the arm, placed a big kiss on his lips and pushed her hand up from below on his balls and half-hard cock. "Aw, honey, I was just foolin' with you. I never saw a time when 'little Charlie' couldn't pound my pussy hard. C'mon, let's get the far end spot." They hurried on up the slope from the parking lot, ascended the stairs alongside the pier and started the hike out to the end. The rock music from the barge had subsided, and an announcer was intoning the thank-you speech on behalf of the city fathers to all those who made the event possible. The crowd thinned out as we went ...

... further out along the rail. By universal agreement, everybody on the pier under the age of 25 knew that the far end was reserved for the traditional coupling of eager young pairs, ready to continue on the voyage of sexual discovery. The rutting would become noisome as the fireworks commenced, even to the point where the moans exceeded the Ohs! And Ahs! of the appreciative crowd. At some point, the crowd would be in vicarious states of arousal as the fucking commenced to heat up. Simultaneously, hands, tongues and bodies of strangers and lovers crossed boundaries that in daylight would bring a stout rebuff, if not a punch in the nose. "Charlie, go get me an ice cream before things heat up," said Ramona to her eager Swain as they arrived at their spot. The last thing Charlie wanted to do was leave her on the pier at this moment since he was in a state of more heat than light. Being the ever-so-happy gracious lover. However, he acquiesced. "What kind?" "I don't care, just something cold," said Ramona, dismissing him with a wave of her hand. "But no tutti-frutti. I hate tutti-frutti." Charlie started to dog trot along the quarter mile of pier; his nearly hard cock rubbed uncomfortably on the liner of this boxer swim trucks. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'I'm gonna' rub my pecker raw! Dames! Ice fucking cream? Gimme' a break.' rattled around in his head. Nearing the end of the pier, he heard a shout. "Hey, kid! Git over here, now," hollered Deputy Marlin Swagg of the Zeus Beach Volunteer Seashore ...