How Sue Storm Got Her Groove Back update (Patreon)

Jen stretched her hand between her legs. She was used to giving herself a quick stroke to keep from feeling horny all day when getting a real fuck was too inconvenient. But it rarely felt like this, like it did when she had Peter and Sue to watch fucking. She pressed a fingertip to her supersensitive clit and started rubbing.

As she did it, she stopped watching Peter and Sue—instead fantasizing about him on top of her instead, his slim body somehow able to hold her down despite her bucking enjoyment… urgently pumping his stiff prick into her slippery opening, his power allowed him to manhandle her the same way he was doing to short, slender Sue.

Even though Jen knew she should pay attention to the real thing—that this was a rare opportunity to watch two perfect bodies in action—she couldn’t help but feel drawn to the arousing fantasy. She imagined Peter pushing and pushing into her with his rigid cock, finally filling her seething pussy with all his throbbing manhood.

And as she thought about it, she glided her finger into her sex and pumped it with the same phallic need as Peter was currently using on Sue. It felt fantastic, especially with the real Peter so close at hand to lend veracity to her imaginings. She could smell his sweat, hear him grunt, practically feel what he was doing to Sue…

“Give it to me, hero, I want it hard,” she whispered.

It was crazy, filthy. It seemed even more taboo than a threesome—watching two people having sex and fucking herself, getting off on their fuck and her own voyeurism. But Jen couldn’t stop. She added another finger to her boiling honeypot, then a third. It was so easy to pretend Peter was fucking her as hard and urgently as he was pistoning into Sue.

She flew to the edge of climax, soaking her fingers with her helpless arousal. One more push of her bunched fingers to where her pleasure fluttered inside her and Jen came powerfully.

“OHHHH, GODDD, YESSSSS!” she wailed.

It was a delicious climax that wracked her body for an entire minute, leaving her panting. But her lust wasn’t satisfied. She kept watching Peter and Sue, waiting for the tenderness of her exhausted cunt to die down—rubbing her breasts and squeezing her thighs together in an attempt to keep up with the renewing lasciviousness that charged through her.

God, she felt like throwing herself into their coupling and just humping anything she could touch, but she’d enjoyed Peter’s attentions too much to ruin it for Sue. So she waited, watching and wanting.

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Sue experienced everything she usually would’ve denied, pulling her knees back tight against her tits and savoring his deep, impaling plunder of her sex. Peter was extraordinarily hung and right now, nothing else seemed to matter but that. Her hips moved with a savage rhythm, grinding up against Peter’s loins with growing speed while he stepped up the pace of his cock ravaging her pussy and his finger ravaging her asshole.

“Yes, yes, motherfucker, YES! Fuck me, oh shit, make me come! Get me off and then come inside me, baby!” she cried, her body writhing lewdly under Peter’s thrusts, knocking the bedding askew in her mindless delirium.

She forced her eyes open and saw Peter’s silhouette above her, but his face was in shadow, as hidden as it was by his mask. Sue craned her neck slightly, looking down between her thighs and seeing instead his long, glistening member sliding easily in and out of her quivering pussy. A burning chill ran through her spine when Peter drove his hips forward, slamming his thick cock into her sex like he was demanding her tightly clasped folds service him.

It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see his face. In fact, that seemed perfect. She just needed a man, his maleness—the face wasn’t as important as her desperate passion. What Sue had to have, what she’d craved, was buried lovingly between her smooth thighs.

Her ecstasy soon came to a screaming peak. “Oh God, yes, almost there! Don’t stop! Fuck me forever! I want it just like this—yes, oh yes, I need it, baby, I need it so bad!”

She panted her words up into the humid dark between them, grinding her naked hips up to his groin faster and faster, trying to keep up with the pace of Peter’s demanding rhythm. His hot flesh skewered her, pounding its way deeper and deeper into her depths with a frantic desire for her.

Then it was impossible for Sue to keep up with him any longer; her pleasure was too overwhelming for her to get clear of it. Peter couldn’t hold back either. He took a ravenous look at her luscious body, writhing in abandon under his pinning thrusts. Then he was fucking her so hard she blurred at the edges, racked across the bed like a torture victim.

Watching and touching herself, Jen could see nothing but a blur of flesh and the unmistakable tempo of them coming together. Peter held her down and impaled her with each and every lunging thrust between her splayed legs. The bed rocked; the floor creaked underneath it.

Peter went faster and faster, far into Sue’s opening, every muscle taut, sweat dripping from his reddened skin, going faster and going harder and going deeper…

“PE-TEERRRRRR!” Sue cried, feeling him about to come, not wanting this to end and yet knowing she couldn’t take any more.

Peter’s mouth fell open, letting out a long, low moan of relief. His swollen balls quaked, pumping spurt after spurt of blisteringly hot cum into Sue’s quivering passage. She ground herself frantically up to his pelvis as if desperate to help him inundate her with his seed. Her athletic body actually pushed Peter up into the air, her hips trembling with each pump of his ejaculation.

Sue seemed to be milking his cock, helping him to work every last drop out of it until it was all sloshing deep inside her womanhood, where it belonged. Even Jen, pleasuring herself without them, had a mind-blowing climax when she watched them come together. It was like she couldn’t resist joining in with the intoxicating sexuality of the moment.

Sue sank back down to the battered mattress and Peter rolled off her before he could be dragged down with her quivering body. His cock came out of her heated depths last, her swollen labia lips reluctantly letting go of their prize. The phallus came away wet with sticky whiteness, and with Sue’s cunt gaping open, it was clear that there was plenty more of that liquid ivory left inside her. It trickled out of Sue between her unblemished thighs, tanned pink by the exertion they’d taken.

But Peter didn’t stop there. He turned to Jen as if he’d just been waiting to finish with Sue before he treated himself to what he anticipated next, like finishing one course of a meal and moving onto another. “Straddle her face, Jen. I want Sue to eat you out while I’m fucking you.”

Sue cooed to hear him, both affronted and aroused by his vulgarity. And Jen felt a swell of pride at his newfound confidence.

He wasn’t some innocent anymore, but skilled and experienced, a man who knew what he wanted and went out to get it. A man who could appreciate her own wanton appetite and complete lack of inhibition. Together, she and Sue had brought out the cocksman that Peter had just been waiting to become.