Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... touched and caressed and kissed. While there may be dozens of positions in the Kama sutra that had not been imagined or tried, there were many that had... even if the two didn’t realize that fact. They had just done what felt good and pleased each other however they could.

Both lay panting, recovering from their latest round, and now becoming more and more thoughtful and therefor cognizant of the fast-approaching end to this bliss. Sylvia wasn’t quite ready to call a stop to the fun though. She reached for Richard’s well used and well-proportioned manhood as it lay partially deflated and still sticky with their combined fluids on his abdomen. Wrapping her slender fingers around the sensitive head as far as they would go, she gently, lovingly, stroked him down to the base and then back up several times while she sighed longingly.

Richard was yanked back out of his remorseful reverie by those delicate and determined fingers on his shaft. He too sighed at the wonderful sensations this insatiable little redheaded minx joyfully inflicted upon him and his body. He really hadn’t planned on this last fishing trip being an all weekend orgiastic sexcapade. But it would seem that Sylvia had, in fact, determined it would be. Not that he was inclined to deny her what fun she wanted.

Truly though, besides the obvious sexiness of this young woman, it was her friendship that meant the most to him. He was going to miss her after she moved to school later this week. So... like ...

... Sylvia, he was of the mind to make the most of this fleeting time together, and if she wanted to screw the whole weekend, he was going to do his best to provide just that.

Richard’s anatomy was responding to Sylvia’s prompting. Of course, he was prompting her as well, while she stroked him back to full attention, he was stroking her flanks and grasping her petite little ass cheeks in his massive strong hand. Each firm grip elicited a squeal or a groan from the diminutive fiery redhead, her free hand grasping and pinching her own breasts and nipples.

Once Sylvia determined that Richard’s cock was once again hard and ready, she growled hungrily and pressed up onto her hands and knees to straddle his torso once again. Her fiery red hair, wildly mussed, hung damply framing her determined and pinkly flushed face. The wild hungry look on her face stirred a visceral response in Richard as he lay on his back looking up at her.

Richard brought his hands to Sylvia’s sides, just above her hips steadying her as she reached one hand between them to lift and guide him into her brazen, wanton... molten core. She slipped back onto him, sinking deep as he could go. Sylvia then reached and put her hands on Richard’s forearms even as he held her steady by her sides. Looking down at his face full of concentration, Sylvia smiled a devilish little smile and began the dance one more time.

“I’m... gonn...a... miss... thissss.... OH!... GOD!...” Sylvia espoused between thrusts up and ...