Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... into… timelessness. In and out, up and down. The fire of lust turned into a raging inferno… and Duke stoked the fire over and over. He lost count of the number of trembling gasping spasms that came and went when Caroline would cum. Her orgasms varied in length and strength, some harder than some, other’s soft and almost gentle. After a while it seemed to her that they all became just one long rollercoaster ride of physical pleasure. But her body was beginning to tire.

The sweat rolled down Duke’s face, his neck, his back. His arms were burning, his legs were burning, his balls were boiling. He tried so hard to hold back his growing climax… just had to hold on… this was for Caroline, her pleasure. She trembled in his arms yet again, moaning. Duke knew he was nearing his finish, the fire was on the move. He could feel it creeping up from his balls, up the root of his manhood. It was swelling. Caroline could feel it too, somehow even through her overwhelming pleasure and bliss, she could sense his nearing.

“Do it, my love… for me… I am yours always… let it go… give it to me…” Caroline rasped into his ear.

“Oh! Caroline!” Duke exclaimed with a final plunge as deep as he could go.

The floodgates opened and the lightning sprang forth from deep inside of him… to deep… deep… inside of her. Wave after pulsing wave it flowed into her core. It was too much for so little room. She was filled so completely that all of that liquid lightning began to spill out, forced out ...

... between their two conjoined sexes.

Duke’s legs began to tremble, maybe not so much from the lovemaking, or the climax, but from the overwhelming emotions that flooded through his heart and mind. On shaky legs, Duke lowered himself to a sitting position on the short stool he had been sitting on earlier. Caroline still with her legs wrapped around him, her arms and body draped limply on his chest and shoulders. He brought his hands and arms up to her back to squeeze her in one long massive hug. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and he in hers as they both wept tears of joy and love for one another.

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“And he changed the flat tire?” Yvonne asked, her eyebrows arching as if impressed.

“Yeah. I was going to do it myself, but he just sort of politely took over.” Deeny replied softly.

Her arms were crossed under her breasts, her hands holding her elbows as if to hold the oversized bodice of the borrowed waitress uniform closed. Deeny’s head was hanging down a bit and her gaze told anyone looking that she was in deep thought. She and Yvonne were standing side by side across the counter from Cam who was seated in his usual spot. He held his coffee mug in both hands, his elbows on the counter as he had listened to Deeny’s telling of her morning’s adventure.

“Sounds like the kid has his head on straight. Can’t say as much for his daddy though.” Cam declared before taking another sip of his coffee.

Cam caught the shudder and then the nervous glance ...