Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... uncovered.

Squatting down slowly, she lined up the crown with her weeping flower and ran her wet lips over the head back and forth to wet it. Aligned again, she lowered herself more easing Richard’s beast into her a little at a time. The deeper it went in the wider her eyes got. Sylvia’s mouth hung open in astonished surprise at the feeling of being stretched from within.

It would have been hard to determine who groaned first or loudest as both Richard and Sylvia made noise at the same time. When she thought she couldn’t fit anymore of Richard’s monster cock inside of her she halted. All but the last two inches were inside and it felt like she was being split in two. She collapsed forward onto her knees, bending him forward with her.

Now on her hands and knees straddling Richard’s prone body, Sylvia hung her head and gasped for breath. Richard propped himself up on his elbows to look down his body to witness this redheaded vixen taking him as best she could. Now his view was blocked by her mass of red hair that obscured her head and shoulders, her lower back and ass were still higher and he could see those alabaster curves as they quivered in anticipation.

When she caught her breath, and started to feel... somewhat comfortable with that massive girth inside her... Sylvia lifted her head and puffed a breath to blow the hair out of her eyes and look at Richard in the face. The look of pure lust darkened her normally fair skinned complexion. The wicked smile just ...

... added to the excitement for Richard.

“Damn! You’re big!” Sylvia whispered hoarsely, but continued to grin wickedly.

“Just... just don’t move! Let me do it for both of us...” She added as he moved his hips involuntarily, as if his cock had a mind of its own.

“Okay...” Richard said weakly as his eyes wanted to roll up in the back of his head from the overwhelming sensations he was feeling.

And so began the dance. That carnal instinctive movement of two bodies intimately entwined giving and taking pleasure from one another. Sylvia slid up, or rather forward, a few inches and back again... slowly at first, ever so slowly. Both Richard and Sylvia alternated between holding their breath and groaning or moaning, gasping and sighing. Sylvia brough her small hands once more to Richard’s chest both for support and to toy with his chest.

Richard, too, brought his hands to bear. His bigger paws cupping and molding, squeezing and tweaking Sylvia’s small pert breasts and nipples. If they weren’t rolled back in their heads, their eyes were locked on one another’s, sharing the lust and excitement and appreciation. Every few strokes, Sylvia would lean down and they would lock lips in a passionate lust filled kiss only to part again breathless and smiling.

Now more adjusted and comfortably stretched inside, Sylvia pushed off of Richard’s chest and rose to a sitting position. She took Richard’s hands in hers, intertwining their fingers to lock them together. With wide open mouth ...