Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... first sound after the shot was the sound of Walt’s body slamming into the door frame of the shed. He expelled a loud grunt as the wind was knocked out of him from Hank’s body slam that drove him into the frame. Then came the sharp inhale from Vivian, just before she let loose with a scream of pain.

Hank managed to grab Walt’s right army by the wrist. When he wrenched the arm, the small pistol went clattering across the porch before dropping off the edge into the weeds. Walt retaliated with another wild blow with his left hand that caught Hank on the side of his face. The punch landed with enough force that Hank staggered back away from Walt. By then Duke was standing and bent over Vivian who was gasping and crying in pain. When Duke raised his right hand, it was wet and slick with red blood. He fell backwards because his trousers were still around his ankles. Luckily, he landed in a sitting position back on the glider.

Walt, saw the blood on Duke’s hand, and the growing blood stain on Vivian’s sun dress, and panicked. Walt bolted, a staggering run really, off the porch and into the darkness beyond the weak oasis of light put out by the bare lightbulb over the now destroyed screen door of the shed. Hank shook his head to clear the fuzzy cobwebs and to focus his eyes again. He looked at Vivian rolled up into a ball on the floor of the porch, and then the abject shock on Duke’s face sitting there on the glider, his pants still down but his cock gone soft and hanging ...

... limply as he looked at his bloodied hand.

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Gerald leaned back in his chair at the small table in Hank’s trailer. His hands, together as he scrubbed his face a few times before returning to the table as he took a long deep breath. Another drunken poker game that got out of hand. Of course, the involvement of Duke Simmons was no surprise either. Gerald had known Duke most of his life as well, they were all well acquainted if not friends from as far back as grade school. Hank rested his tired head on the palm of his left hand, propped up with his elbow on the tabletop. Hank’s right resting on the table, the hand loosely holding a nearly expended cigarette over the overflowing ashtray in front of him.

“So, Walt got mad because he lost money in the game. That’s not surprising… seeing his wife giving Duke a blow job would have only made that worse. I wouldn’t have thought Walt would go so far as to shoot her though.” Gerald said tiredly as he studied his old pal, Hank.

“I don’t think he meant to shoot Viv, Ger. I think he was going to shoot Duke. But his aim was off because I rushed him. I guess it’s my fault really. I felt bad for her.” Hank said with the taint of sorrow in his voice.

“Yeah, that doesn’t take much effort to believe, but still, I need to find him and find out for sure. I need to ask Vivian if she wants to press charges. Guess I’ll be making a trip into Kansas City this morning. Damn!” Gerald said tiredly as he reached for another cigarette in ...