Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... pointing upward towards Sylvia. She walked backwards a couple of steps on her knees on the bed to be able to bend over and bring her wide eyes and face closer to Richard’s monster. The uncut serpent in her hands throbbed and continued to grow even harder as it was now free from the confines of Richard’s boxer shorts and jeans.

Now that Sylvia had gone to her knees and backed across the bed, Richard wasn’t sure what to do with his hands so they hung limply at his side. Sylvia stroked his cock slowly with both hands, mesmerized by the foreskin sliding forward and back causing the head to peek out and then be covered again.

When Sylvia finally tore her eyes away from the mass in her hands and looked up at Richard’s face again, she found him with his head tilted back staring at the ceiling. His mouth agape as if moaning silently. Turning back again to look at his serpent she leaned down and kissed the exposed purple head.

Richard did moan audibly when Sylvia’s lips graced his naked crown. As if by their own thought, his hands were now on Sylvia’s head. One, gently cupping the side of her face, his thumb brushing those fiery red locks out of her eyes. The other hand, was palming the back of her head. He only held her, making contact, not once did Richard direct her movement, or restrict it.

Sylvia was no stranger to blowing guys, often times in her past she did that rather than submit and go all the way. Not that she did it often or even regularly, but even what ...

... experience she had did not prepare her for what she had before her now. Not knowing exactly for sure, but she judged Richard to be a good nine or ten inches long and was as big around or almost as a coke bottle... the widest part.

Parting her lips she let them slide over the silky soft skin of Richard’s crown, her tongue swirling like a dervish around and around. She could only get maybe three or four inches of that monster into her mouth, so she made up the difference by using both hands to stroke what part she couldn’t fit inside.

Richard thought he had died and gone to heaven. Looking down on Sylvia’s oral ministrations made it clear that he was still alive though. The look she gave him, her eyes locked on his from below as she bobbed and sucked and stroked him, made Richard feel weak in the knees. He knew he would not last long if she kept doing this.

Sylvia absolutely loved the look of awe and amazement on Richard’s face as he looked down and watched her do this for him. She could hear his breathing become labored and could feel his cock swelling even more and becoming harder in her mouth and hands. She knew he was close, she wanted to bring him to that climax, she wanted to taste him. She got what she wanted too.

Richard was hanging by a thread, ready to explode when he gripped the sides of Sylvia’s head in both hands and stilled her. He needed to let her know.

“Syl... I’m...going to lose it... so close.”

Sylvia took her mouth off of him for just a moment to ...