My View From The Pier - Sex Stories

My View From The Pier

... Whoosh! Ohs! Ahs! Wows! All intermingled with the more animal-like sounds of hot sex filled the air along the rail near the end of The Zeus Beach Family Fishing and Outing Pier. A goodly number of lovely young women were getting properly fucked doggy-style in the near-darkness. The glimmer of the weak light from the fireworks reflected on the white skin of numerous cocks as they slid effortlessly in and out of the all-natural lubrication systems. At the end of the row, one Reynaldo Gomez had Ramona Wein bent over so her hands wrapped around her ankles. He was ramming her pussy with his stout manhood like a man possessed. She seemed to be having a grand time of it! Reynaldo was oblivious to the pounding footsteps coming down the pier until at the last second when Charlie stopped, planted his feet and with a roar, grabbed him around the waist. The sudden removal of an eight inch cock from Ramona's steaming snatch was not to be unnoticed. "Charlie, don't stop you bastard! I'm so close, you fucker, don't..." As she turned, she caught sight of Charlie's back hustling to the other side of the pier. The struggling Reynaldo was locked by Charlie's arms with a death grip around his middle. Being lifted two feet off the deck of the pier didn't help as Reynaldo was trying to land a blow on Charlie's nuts with his flailing legs. He was either unlucky or a lousy barroom fighter. All he hit were Charlie's rock-hard thighs as he fought to break loose. Reynaldo saw the other rail of the ...

... pier hove into sight at high speed, and he roared out loud, "Charlie, No... Noo!" as his knees hit the rail. Charlie quickly grabbed Reynaldo's ankles, tipped him up, over and pushed. "Over you go cocksucker! I hope the sharks are hungry tonight!" screamed Charlie as he finished heaving the would-be lover into the drink. Boom! Kapow! Pop,Pop,Pop, Kawbam! Boooom! The immediate, "Helppp... Ahhh" from Reynaldo's mouth was drowned out by a flurry of action from the barge as the fireworks display reached its thundering climax. The wind blew the lingering odor of burnt paper and sulfurous smoke toward the crowd out on the pier. All along the rail, back across the pier from where Reynaldo had just been sent into space, pandemonium reigned. Young women of marriageable age and their paramours were swamping the noise of fireworks with groans, shouts, and various profanities as orgasm followed orgasm. Pints of semen shot home, well aimed, and hard-earned by the grasping vagina's of the 4th of July Rail-bird Chorus Line. Charlie ran up to Ramona, grabbed her by the wrists and yelled at her, "How could you let that prick fuck you as soon as my back was turned? Did you like it? Why didn't you stop him?" As he spun her around he jammed his fingers into her sopping wet pussy and forced them into her mouth. "Fucking moron, Reynaldo. This is how he tastes mixed up with you, do you like it? Lick it off, all of it!" Charlie spun Ramona around, pushed her hard toward the rail and yelled, "Bend over ...