Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... and eyes, Sylvia lowered herself even further on Richard’s pole. And there it was... all in! She could feel his crown bumping against her cervix... not entirely comfortably but not painful either. She looked down at Richard and smiled triumphantly then bit her bottom lip again. Time to get busy.

It was now Richard’s turn to have his mind blown. This spritely little redheaded vixen turned into a cock monster! She rode him like a nymphomaniac from ancient legend, bouncing up and slamming back down on him over and over again. The longer she went the faster she got. The faster she got the more her body reacted to the stimulation, her pale alabaster skin becoming blotchy with flush and blush. Her face and neck were almost as red as her crimson hair.

All good things must come to an end however, and oh what an end it was. All the while Richard’s climax was building, his balls beginning to boil ready to empty in another round of pulsing surges... so too was the massive build up in Sylvia’s slender frame. Not just her impaled genitalia but her entire body was like an overcharged battery, or an over wound spring. Tighter and tighter she was wound until...

Richard stopped breathing, He couldn’t anymore. His body tensed as he crested that long climb to the apex of his physical climax. He groaned one long exhalation, almost like a death rattle as his cock spasmed deep inside of Sylvia.

Sylvia stuttered to a stop as well, when she felt Richard stiffen even more and then began ...

... surging his seed deep inside of her. The feeling caused a cascade of sensations that rolled over her like a massive wave, a tsunami of delight. She too groaned as pulse after pulse only continued her own massive orgasm. It went on for what seemed like days and days to both of them but in reality, was only a few moments.

As they both started to come down from those massive shared climaxes, Sylvia simply collapsed atop of Richard. Their hands and fingers still interlocked, ended up beside Richard’s head. They lay there gasping as their hearts raced to catch up. When Sylvia had almost caught her breath, she began to shudder and shake, trembling uncontrollably. Richard noticed this and was about to ask out of concern if she were okay when he heard her begin to laugh.

Laughter like that of someone nearly or perhaps completely insane, or maybe purer, like that of a baby, completely joyful and exuberant. Now Richard was really confused. Releasing his hands from her now relaxed death grip, he brought them down her flanks and rubbed her bare back reassuringly.

“Are you... okay?” Richard asked when the laughter had died down to bemused chuckles.

“Yeah... I was just thinking... Damn! I never knew fishing could be so... so fun!” Sylvia said and then began laughing again.

Richard squirmed a little even as he grinned after hearing her explanation... because each chuckle and laugh Sylvia made, caused her insides to tense and release. If not for the fact that his “pole” was ...