Cowboy Erotica Novels & Stories

The dam of passion burst open as we wildly groped each other like a couple of teenagers who had been grounded for a year! After we petted for a few minutes, Eva grabbed my bulging crotch and growled, “I fucking want you.” I croaked weakly, “Yes” as she led me by the hand into the next room, pulling off her tank top and skirt as we walked between the rooms. Obviously, she did a bit of wardrobe planning for tonight!

A blonde woman with pneu- matic tits is getting drilled onscreen, and the devil’s threesome she signed up for has soon turned into an unstoppable, all-out gangbang. I feel Kellan shifting on the couch and his heels dig into my back as he wrestles down his underwear so he can tug at his cock with one hand. I glance to the left and almost moan when I see how hard he is. His hand is gliding furiously over his erection, rubbing over the shaft and twisting over the head in a circular motion while he makes these little groaning noises.

He fucked me through my orgasm. “Come ride me Emm, I know your legs are killing you,” he said and laid on back while I straddled his cock, I closed my eyes as I lowered myself on him slowly reaching for new heights of pleasure as I did, when I was all in, I leaned towards him and kissed him, then placed my hand on his chest, spreading out my knees wider to get more of him in and I remained there. I love cowgirl because it gives me control and it one more reason I prefer sex with Tyler than James. Slowly I started moving my hips, contracting my pussy walls to milk his massive cock and like expected, he started moaning and having short breaths, I knew he was close.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

The couch faced away from the backyard, so I couldn't see, but cowgirl Sara was taking in a direct view. "Want me to describe it to you?" she whispered leeringly in my ear. "Yes," I breathed, my cock pulsing inside her, momentarily biding its time. "They are on the grass. Erika is on her hands and knees, and Peter is grinding into her from behind," breathed Sara. Erika began yet another series of loud moans. "Damn, they look so hot," breathed Sara, clenching down on me absently. A lone, shriek came from Erika behind me, and I could tell that she was finally, desperately, ecstatically done.

Brea felt a sexual power burgeoning in her chest as she could see his helpless passion. Oh, sweet lord, I never knew how taking over would feel. “Come for me my hot cowboy!” she swirled her hips and ground down on him with a sensuous purr coming from her throat. His hands fell from her nipples as his body went rigid and he raised his hips, coming hard while yelling out her name. “God dammed right!” she shouted as she felt his hot spurts inside of her and then her climaxed toppled her as she grasped the hardness of his chest with her fingers and squeezed his nipples.

Apparently, Gloria fucks with as much fervor as she sucks, because suddenly I feel strangely like I’m in a bull-riding contest, only I’m the bull. I can even picture the lovely, naked Gloria riding my staff clutching her cowboy hat in her outstretched hand. Her rocking and rolling appear to be contagious for everyone is becoming more passionate. I imagine all four naked cowgirls riding roughshod over various portions of my anatomy. Then I realize I’m in a crucifix position, with beautiful women pinning my head, outstretched arms and groin. Without warning, Teri reaches orgasm, shrieking and screaming. I hope the crotchety elderly couple next door aren’t home.

Naked together is our preferred state, foreplay touching stroking sucking our usual path to reacquaintence. "Do you want to saddle up?" So mount him I did, this cowgirl sat on his horn. Worked it slowly in with moans of combined effort and delight. Then we unleashed a full on five minutes of not thinking just greedy fucking without direction, off we went, no volume control there, until I could feel him building and rode that wave with him.

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.