Cowboy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

"You do understand my men jerk off while looking at me. Are you going to be ok watching my guys jerking off to the view of your girlfriend's pussy?" "Oh yeah. When we have sex, I ask her to tell me stories (fantasies) of how she would display her body to some other guy while I watch. She gets really turned on by telling me her stories. One time she even let the other guy (in her fantasy) put his cock inside her and that night she was screaming in ecstasy for a long time. I think that's the night she squirted for the first time. I'm sure you'll like her, she's a special girl." We arrived back at the barn and Brad got dressed quickly. Spike came walking over and said, "Don't worry Brad, I won'

Vivian's back glistened with sweat. Brie snapped. "Bruno, get over here. Fuck your sister while I watch." "Yeah, I was about to do just that." They made space for him to lie down on the backseat Vivian straddled him in the cowgirl position. She sank down and his eight-inch cock filled her up. "Ahhh! Yes, Bruno," she cried. "Fill me up." His thickness stretched her tight walls. It felt perfect. She rode him hard. Up and down. Her ass slapped his thighs as her breasts bounced. Bruno grabbed them rough, squeezing the soft flesh.

"You ride a guy on the floor cowgirl with another guy taking your ass." "That sounds fine," I blurted out having already experienced that and enjoyed it immensely. Then he continued. "You suck off another guy. With all three of your holes occupied, you're air tight. You then stroke two more guys standing next to you so you keep a couple of replacements hard. Five guys plus you. A six-some, at least at one time. The guys will be lining up for you." "I can handle that," I told him. "No animals, kids, blood or poop. Pretty much anything else is fair game."

Grandma's moans were loud and insistent and my grunts were measured as I was determined to make us cum together. The loud squishing from Grandma's cunt was intrusive and nasty in a sexy way. It hardened my cock and made me fuck her like an animal-- not the normal romantic way we usually engaged in. We went through a bunch of sex positions until at one point Grandma was on top of me in a reverse cowgirl position with her legs spread wide, taking my cock repeatedly and bouncing down on it. After awhile she had other hands on her body, caressing her breasts, arms, legs and belly. Soon I felt her cunt tighten and her breath quicken. Another orgasm was imminent for both of us. So I moved myself t

Cocks started appearing through open flies like a forest of meat. She started on the left. Uncle Ray first. Fifty-two, thick beard, thicker cock. Already leaking when she wrapped her lips around the head. She took him deep on the first try, throat relaxing from weeks of training. He groaned low, shifted his hips, and fed her inch after inch until her nose pressed into his gray pubes. Above the table, conversation continued. “So Liam, how’s married life treating you?”

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air. Then Sasha, still trembling, slid down beside Abegail. Her face was flushed, triumphant. She kissed Abegail’s sweaty forehead. “You see, bestie? This is what freedom feels like.” Kael collapsed back onto the booth, his chest heaving. Leo slowly withdrew from Abegail’s pussy, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

he growled, kicking my legs apart. I obeyed, water running down my back. His cock rubbed between my ass cheeks, thick and hot. “Ryan... condom?” I asked, voice shaking. “Raw. Like I promised.” He spat on his hand, slicked his cock, and pushed the fat head against my hole. “Gonna breed this stepbrother ass.” He thrust in hard. The stretch burned like fire as he sank deep in one long stroke. I cried out, the sound echoing off the tiles.

We talked for hours as the night wore on. “You really thought about quitting because of burnout?” I asked, tracing a finger along his chest. “Yeah. Days blurred together. Then you started coming in regularly. Made me look forward to shifts again.” He smiled in the low light. “What about you? Why history?” “I like stories that last,” I said. “People who lived real lives hundreds of years ago. Makes my problems feel small.” We laughed softly. Then the touching started again. This time I climbed on top, riding him slow while we kept talking. He looked up at me like I was something special. His hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, guiding my hips.