Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... painful proportions for him. Each time Caroline ground down on him he moaned involuntarily, only to be muffled by her own groans while their tongues engaged one another.

It may have been seconds, it may have been many minutes, but as neither was watching a clock it didn’t really matter except that it felt like it had been too long. It was time. Duke rose from his sitting position on the low work stool to stand fully up, carrying Caroline with him, her legs locked around his waist, her arms wrapped around his head and neck even as she continued to draw his very life’s breath from his lips, still locked in a passionate kiss.

Once standing, Duke half turned and sat Caroline’s bottom on the surface of the work bench. Her panty-clad rear end bumped the half empty mason jar causing it to tip over and roll to the back of the bench.

Now seated on the benchtop, Caroline brought both arms and hands down to Dukes waist and frantically began to unfasten his belt and unbutton his work pants. She then pulled the front of his boxers away from his waist and they both felt his pants and shorts fall to his ankles.

With his pants and shorts out of the way, Caroline grasped, finally, the object of her desire with both hands. Duke, gasped as his rock-hard manhood was engulfed by his wife’s hot frantic fingers, they seemed to be everywhere. One hand choking the crown of his raging erection with fingers that almost but not completely touched. The other hand, gliding downward, palm flat ...

... against the underside of his shaft, her fingers searching for and finding his heavy ball sack dangling below. She cupped them in the palm of her hand, gently wrapping her fingers and thumb around them and squeezing.

They both moaned in unison. The lustful fire was burning in both of their eyes and their breathing was short and fast. Caroline felt those big calloused hands, so gentle, slide up the outside of her thighs and grasp the top of her panties. In one motion, Duke ripped them outward away from her skin and completely off of her body. He then placed his hands on her sides, above her hips and lifted her straight up.

Caroline’s legs shot out and encompassed Duke’s waist once more, as he drew her suspended body to his. He held her just high enough that the head of his raging cock was now brushing at her very wet and distended outer lips. The pubic hair, damp or not, tickled his most sensitive crown as if teasing him, or perhaps guiding him, to where they both wanted to be.

Her head tilted back and a silent scream of passion and joy tore through Caroline as she felt herself being lowered onto that big hard tool. It didn’t matter how many times she had felt this before, it still took her breath away every time. The feeling of fullness pressing in, deeper and deeper, until she thought she could take no more. Then she felt Duke’s lips and tongue on her exposed neck and throat.

There was a brief moment where Caroline wondered, a distant thought, if this was what all ...