How Sue Storm Got Her Groove Back update (Patreon)

“Nnnggh!” Sue moaned fiercely, suddenly feeling just how torridly her hot little pussy was sucking at his cock, its orgasmic convulsions milking him of his cum. “Oh baby!” She clawed the back of the couch, bucking her hips as fast as she could to pump herself against Peter’s stiff cock. “Gotta come, Peter! This horny bitch has gotta come! Ahhh! Jesus! Fuck your horny bitch, baby! She’s about to come!”

Peter dug his fingers into Sue’s ample hips and slammed his prick into her as deep as it would go. His cock was so lengthy, so aroused, that its head stretched for the opening of her womb.

Enthralled by how full she was of him, Sue slid her hand down to her clit, finding it with her fingers and rubbing it hard. The reverberations from her masturbation seemed to go straight to where her inner folds were clenching around Peter’s manhood. It was like a whole new erogenous zone she was pleasuring.

“I’m coming!” she gasped. “Fuck my cunt, fuck my tight cunt! Oh Peter, baby, COOMMMIINNG!”

Her sex creamed, its burning muscles shrink-wrapped around the fat cock Peter had forced all the way inside her. Peter felt her wetness like a physical act, juices pushing in on his member. His fingers left reddened marks on her waist while he lunged into her, pumping himself a last half-inch into her syrupy pressure, nearly crushing his balls against her body in his frenzy to get as much of himself inside her as possible.

Hot cum boiled up from his scrotum. As it powered out of him, his cock jerked and twitched with its passage. The release was euphoric as Peter made Sue’s precious pussy his cum dumpster. Sue enjoyed it every bit as much as he did. Her sweaty face shone with satisfied oblivion, a smile flickering on her open mouth with every fluttering spurt of his milky cum into her body.

It splashed deep inside her, coating her folds, then striving to fill the space inside Sue’s tender walls. Peter’s cock was still taking up most of the room and it was hardly flagging, even in orgasm. His seed sloshed out of Sue’s well-parted slit, trailing down her thighs and further delighting her with the obscene feel of his semen on her flushed skin.

Shamelessly, she kept humping back to his vibrant erection, wiggling her ass and squeezing her inner muscles to try for more of his boiling cum. Groaning, Peter pulled his sex-softened prick out of her, then flipped Sue over before his spilling cum could taint his couch. Sue immediately sat up to give Peter a long, sucking kiss.

Peter shook his head, shocked by her passion even after she’d been pacified with multiple orgasms. “Sue, I can’t understand how a beautiful woman like you can go even five minutes without Reed being all over you. I can’t tell why you didn’t marry someone—“

“Who does that every five minutes?” Sue sighed. “It’d be fun, but hell on my schedule… and you’re right, just about anyone else would be all over me. Not as good as you are, mind. I could’ve picked so many of them, but I had to find the perfect man. And I think what I ended up finding was just someone who wasn’t like you… wasn’t right.”

Peter went all red and flustered. “Thanks, Sue,” he said, managing a smile. “Too bad you’re still married to him.”

“Yes, it is,” Sue purred, giving him another kiss. “But it does have its advantages… you don’t have to be perfect. I don’t have to be perfect. We can just spend five minutes together and you can be all over me. Hell, you can be all over anyone you want to be. I’m in no position to ask you to be faithful.”

“But why would I want anyone but you?”

“Is that a rhetorical question or are you really asking? Because I could think of several reasons. And as long as we’re just fooling around, why not fool around with someone else? I just got done telling you why I shouldn’t have chained myself to Reed the way I have. Why should you want to do the same thing with me?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a lot cuter than he is.”

Sue giggled and Peter delighted that he’d broken the tension, dispelled her discomfort to have her feeling as light and happy as she should be after that incredible fuck.

He could see now it was a mistake, born of sexual delirium, to put a fine point on what they were doing behind Reed’s back. Sue was comfortable with the situation as it was; he should be too. And he had to admit that while he’d been giving Sue his stiff prick, his thoughts hadn’t been entirely on her, as enthused with her as he was, as amazed as he was by her spectacular body.

Jennifer Walters was one of the rare few who could compete with Sue’s matronly perfection. Despite being seven foot tall and a deep shade of green, she wasn’t freakish at all, but rather exotic. An instantly memorable piece of ass, with a big, beautiful pair and a constant, sensual look on her face that wasn’t obscene or even tactless, but somehow told of how good a fuck she’d be. Peter could only imagine the look of animalistic mischief she’d wear as she was actually rutted.

He didn’t have any doubts he’d be able to seduce her. His experiences with Sue had made him quite confident in his own cocksmanship. If he was able to fully satisfy her, he’d certainly be able to give Jen a night to remember.

Sue would always be his favorite sex, but he had enough lust for both her and Jen, and he was dying to prove it. So maybe while Sue was being a good girl, pretending all was well in the House of Richards, he’d be a bad boy with Jen. Peter doubted Sue would complain—and he’d make damn sure Jen had nothing to complain about either.

***

The next time Peter saw Jen, he noticed she was wearing a new costume. He was sure it was the first time he’d seen her in it. Sue could’ve fucked him ten times a day (and sometimes did) and he’d still remember that outfit.

It was almost her usual half-demure leotard, except it was seemingly designed not to handle the powerful thrust of her cleavage. The neckline of the suit exposed a vast expanse of her firm chest. It cut across just above the nipples, fastening between her breasts by a belt buckle, then widening to a skinny oval gap which revealed her shade of green extended to the curves between and under her creamy bosom.

The way Peter immediately stared, it was no wonder Jen noticed him then. “Pete!” she enthused. “I was just thinking about you!”

That was a very encouraging sign, when she was wearing an outfit like that. “And it’s always hard to think of anything but you, Jen.”

She grinned. “Flattery will get you places, Parker. All kinds of places.”

As scintillating as it was to wonder just how much coverage her one-piece swimsuit of a costume offered to the sumptuous ass Peter knew she had wiggling behind her, Peter couldn’t take his eyes off that smile. It was just as he’d thought about while with Sue—a cozy, but somewhat feral, wolfish look. No matter how aggressive he got with her, Jen would never be prey; only another hunter. One it’d be damn fun to spar with.