My View From The Pier - Sex Stories

My View From The Pier

... and stick your cunt back to me!" Ramona leaned over the railing and hung on for dear life. Charlie speared her pussy with his rigid rod as deep and as fast as ever before. He sank into her depths swiftly with no resistance, undoubtedly due to the thorough fucking by his surrogate's cock. Ramona groaned, "Oh, agh... Charlie... I thought... ugh!" "Shut up and concentrate on my cock, Ramona! I don't ever want you to forget again what it feels like. You could be fucking upside down in a hot air balloon basket with a blindfold and you'd know every ridge on it. Even though Ramona’s pussy felt damned good to Charlie, he was still pissed off at her. This was supposed to be their engagement fuck and she had almost ruined it. "Babe... uh, uh... fuck... oh" he grunted, "Why didn't you ah... push him out? That motherfucker, Reynaldo! I'm gonna' cut his cock off!" Ramona paused a bit, trying to catch her breath as her lover-boy rammed his charge home, cum roaring into her and oozing out of her pussy at every reverse thrust of Charlie's rapidly deflating prick. "I thought it was you, Charlie," she whined. "He brought the ice cream. How did I know?" She exclaimed with a sob, "After I ate all the tutti-frutti I was a little worried." "You ate all the ice cream before you were gonna' throw the bum off your ass?" asked Charlie incredulously. "You hate tutti-frutti! Why the fuck didn't you stop him?" "Yeah, well... you see... uh, I didn't want to be impolite. He felt too good to stop."