Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... families. They kind of got together and decided to give it to me.” Richard said sadly, his big hands spread palms down on the top of the counter as he looked down at them, but obvious to anyone he was looking inwardly.

“Good folks, Pete and Minnie. They were long time customers here. Those girls did a good thing passing along that land to someone who would love it and work it right. Been farming long?” The shop keep asked Richard.

“Grew up farming, just not around here. My folks lost their farm to the bank a few years back. I went to school but when they passed away… I decided that school wasn’t for me and I was thinking about joining the army, or navy, maybe. Then… well… here I am. I’m a farmer, again. The old place has a lot that needs fixin’ yet.” Richard said, his distracted face turning up and smiling warmly again.

“So, Richard, what can I do for you?” He asked again.

“First of all, I’m gonna need about 600 yards of that expensive barbed wire the last gentleman was upset about…” Richard said with a grin and he pulled out a handwritten list of items he was in need of for the farm.

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Gerald, knocked on the back door of Walter and Vivian’s house. He held his hat in his hands and slowly turned it with his fingers on the brim. Walter was waiting in the car. Gerald didn’t want to just let him walk back into the house without checking on Vivian first. If she was alright with him coming home that would be great, but if she was uneasy about it… well… ...

... Walt might have to sleep somewhere else tonight.

Walt sat in the front passenger seat of the sheriff’s cruiser looking through the windshield. His hands in his lap, clasped together and wringing each other nervously. He had been through hell, in his mind over the last day and a half. That drunken fight with Hank over a stupid card game, then the rage he felt when he saw… saw Vivian on her knees… doing that… to Duke. He only thought to take his rage out on him. He would have been happy to have killed him with his shot. But instead, the shot had hit his Vivian.

The blood… the scream… Walt had thought he had actually killed his wife. What kind of life could he even hope to have without her in it? Then, later, after he had been found by that deputy, he learned that Vivian was alive. His heart soared. Then it came crashing down again. What if she never wanted to see him again? He would lose her, lose his daughter… he would truly lose his mind. Gerald, the sheriff, might as well just shoot him dead if that were the case. So, nervous… he sat there and watched worriedly… hoping against hope that Vivian would let him come home.

“Vivian?” Gerald called through the screen door, then glanced back at the cruiser to see Walt’s worried face peering towards him, pale as a ghost.

“Give me a damned minute.” Vivian cursed under her breath as she shuffled towards the back door through the kitchen.

Gerald could hear tentative steps and what sounded like a cane, coming towards the ...