Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Rich. Did you at least get her phone number?” Cam asked still grinning for his friend.

“No. I didn’t. I didn’t even ask for it.” Richard said with a shrug as he suddenly took an interest in his own two feet.

“Well, if you see her again, ask her man! If it works out, great. If not, well, no harm trying. Right?” Cam offered his friend as encouragement.

Richard looked up and smiled at Cam and gave another small shrug. Cam laughed softly and they continued to talk about this and that. They shared some stories from their own high school days, talked about playing football and basketball and fishing. Cam was happy to have someone to help him pass the time. Richard was glad to have someone his own age to talk with, he hadn’t made many friends or acquaintances here since taking over his uncle’s farm.

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Deeny found that she really liked how Yvonne tasted. More so than just the sample that she had licked from her fingers. The source was so much better. So too did she like how Yvonne responded to her exploration and tasting. Tentative licks and probes with her tongue and light caresses with her hands and fingers elicited almost musical moans and gasps from the older woman. Deeny had lost herself in the pleasure she was both receiving and that she was giving to her friend. She didn’t hear the door to the tack room creak open.

Yvonne was close… so very, deliciously, mind blowingly close to climax she was trembling all over. Her senses were all amplified, so ...

... when the door pushed open, she noticed. The older couple were practically mauling each other as they nearly stumbled into the low yellowish light in the room. Yvonne reacted immediately. The hand that had been grasping at the cape under her, jerked reflexively and pulled the cape over both her and the half-naked Deeny who was still between her legs. The startled gasp from the couple was what Deeny first noticed, then the covering by the cape.

Caroline gasped as she and Duke pushed into the room. Duke had his face buried in her hair at her neck and his arms around her from behind groping her breasts through her dress. Her startled gasp didn’t register immediately as he wrote it off to a reaction to what he was doing to his wife’s body. It took a moment but it finally dawned on him that something wasn’t right and he looked up.

Even in the low light by the old lantern on the work bench across the room, the embarrassment was evident on Yvonne’s face. Caroline was instantly sorry to have intruded on the woman reclined on the pallet of hay and her lover. But when that lover’s head popped up from under the hastily pulled cape… Caroline gasped again.

Deeny had felt Yvonne suddenly tense up and at first, she thought the older woman might be climaxing. She loved the idea that she might have given such pleasure to her, however the cape being thrown over her was puzzling. She rose up to free herself from the covering and instantly knew something wasn’t right. Yvonne was gaping at ...