Novel & Cerita Cowboy Sex 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.

He placed me down on the living room floor by the fireplace, parted my thighs, and thrust his cock into my wet pussy again. Soon he rolled over, placing me on top of his body with his dick still inside of me. Cowboy style. He wanted me to ride his dick. I felt my composure slip away. He felt so big and thick within my pussy, and I began to move. I rode his dick like a possessed woman. I felt intense pleasure surge through me as I moved on his dick, up and down.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

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.