Draculas & Dragons - Sex Stories

Draculas & Dragons

... Her left slid down to his sack, and she began playing with his oversized cumsack.

That's what humans call it right?

She thought,

a cumsack?

She smiled and planted another long kiss on his head.

She massaged one-half of the large swelling cumsack in her dainty hand. Every few seconds she lightly squeezes. Like balls of metal, she kneaded one and rolled the other orb into her palm. Giving it a delicate squeeze. Back and forth she went, delicately squeezing each turn.

Blood moon,

she thought,

they’re both full of this salty delight. I wonder if they will be as delicious as that boy’s taste from the ball, last solstice.

Bobby moaned. It reminded Mavis of the first time she had touched herself, 73 years ago. Her pussy had long soaked her black thongs. She felt a wet warmness spreading. Her thighs and stocking smelled of her womanhood. She resisted the desire to touch herself, to caress her soaking, sticky lips. The lips pulling and mashing at the black fabric.

In a flash, she moved her other hand to join her in kneading the swelling cumsack. She rubbed both hidden eggs, one in each hand. Even as they swelled the precum streamed out of his engorged head. At either edge of her mouth, some of the delights escaped her eager thirst. It began dripping along Bobby’s shaft. The slime made of her saliva and his precum began to dip and coat her hands. Mavis slid both hands up to his shaft after one long squeeze of his steaming cumsack. Her claws, fingers, and ...

... palms tickled each shuddering vein.

With a speed inherited from her mother, she works Bobby’s meat shaft. Their juices lubricate the shaft and hands. She let more of the precum and saliva slip down his cock. Her fangs nuzzled his pulsing, heated, purple head. Tongue and lips playing all across his rough ridgeline and textured head. Fangs poking and prodding the flesh. It twitched and batted at her with every touch. She felt his pressure boiling. Her legs became soaked in small rivers of her flowing juices.

“Shit! Fuck, yes! Yes! I’m about to….” he moans, his body writhing. His cock jerked in her iron grip.

Good boy,

she thought.

“Arhh!”

Mavis’ white cheeks ballooned as she attempted to swallow his jet of cum. It was thick, saltier than his precum. Four salty gushes stuck at her throat. Each attempted to loosen her iron grip as they pulsed through his throbbing meat shaft. She couldn’t contain it, she found her mouth hadn’t closed as she was pushed slightly back from the force. Her black lips coated in a white sheen, they formed an ‘O’ shape. Three dollops dripped down her chin before she could close her mouth. Each landed on a different place on her large tits. Stark white cum ran down the black fabric covering both breasts, coating her pierced nipples. The rims of the hoops held a bit of the cum. It soaked in, defining them more.

The second jet of cum caught her completely by surprise. Even as she felt it moving through him, it knocked her back. Her grip ...