Sex Stories

Gavin undoes her short sundress - very slowly one button at a time, all the way down her front and pushes it aside.  Her enormous belly rises up - after all she is 8 months pregnant!  He strokes her stomach and removes the dress from her shoulders and drops it on the sand behind them.

He then starts to undo her front-fastening maternity bra, which is only just containing her gigantic, pregnant engorged melons.  He undoes the bra, slips it off her shoulders and drops this on the sand too.

And there she is - a bit like a very attractive whale!  Standing on a sun-drenched African beach, totally naked (she had given up wearing knickers at month 6 - they were just too uncomfortable) with her enormous swollen belly and gigantic, milk-filled (she had been “in milk” since month 6!) tits fully exposed.

They had only arrived on this non-commercialised African island the day before and although Penny hadn’t known that Gavin was going to strip her off in public - she wasn’t surprised!

She knew how he loved to show her off - even now she was heavily pregnant.  For the 18 hour journey here - he had had her dress in 4″ stiletto heels, a leather mini skirt which just skimmed her buttocks (as I said, she had given up wearing knickers 2 months ago!), a maternity bra (but 2 cup sizes too small so that her breasts bulged over the top) and a low-cut crop top!  Her bottom, engorged stomach and heavily pregnant tits had all been on show for the whole trip - the other passengers had been agog.

Especially the man in the other seat beside her on the plane.  More than once he had deliberately dropped his magazine in order to look up her skirt when retrieving it.  The second time he did it, Penny had deliberately opened her legs so that he could see right up her naked cunt.  He was aroused.  During the meal, under the table, he managed to put his hand on her bare thigh and moved it up to stroke her cunt with one finger!  Penny was used to this - after all what did you expect if you went around dressed like her?  You were asking for it - as her mother would have said!  She turned and smiled at him.

He was truly agog when, after about 5 hours of flying, Gavin had turned around in his seat, reached over, pulled up her crop top, undone the left-hand side of her maternity bra and latched onto her left tit.  She had cradled his head on her arm and he had proceeded to “feed” for about 30 minutes!  The man couldn’t take his eyes off them!  When Gavin had finished and saw the man’s face he undid the other side of her bra and offered that tit to him saying, “She needs draining every 4-6 hours - fancy doing your side?”   Well, the stranger thought he had died and gone to heaven.  He turned around like Gavin had and Penny helped him to latch on - pushing her tit into his mouth.

He suckled for about 30 minutes and arose with the most beautiful smile on his face.  “Thanks,” he said hoarsely to Gavin.

“No problem,” said Gavin. “She’ll need it at least twice more before we land if you’re interested - need to keep the milk flowing you know!”  

Thereafter, at about 5 hourly intervals, the two men fed at the same time - one latched onto each tit - and Penny sat there with an arm around each holding and working their swollen cocks through their trousers - after all, it is a very sexual act for a man to drink a woman’s milk.

When they parted at the airport the man had again thanked Gavin - totally ignoring Penny - and Gavin had told him the hotel 

Sammy Jo was one of the last to board the airplane.

Finding her seat at the back, she thought to herself, “Oh goody! Three seats all to myself.” Sammy settled into the window seat, making herself nice and comfortable for the four-hour flight to Tenerife.

“Excuse me Miss…” said a male voice.

“Oh! Hi!” Sammy replied, as she looked up, staring into deep, brown eyes.

“Erm…I am afraid you appear to be sat in my seat,” he said.

“Oh I am so sorry. Let me just move.”

“No it’s ok,” he replied. “You look comfortable. Please stay where you are.”

“Thanks,” said Sammy. “You’re a true gent and there’s not many of you left.”

The stranger gave her a sheepish smile as he stowed his bag in the overhead locker.

He sat down beside her and introduced himself as Paul.

“Hi! I am Sammy Jo. Pleased to meet you.”

“That’s a lovely name,” he replied.

“Thank you,” she said, giving him her finest smile, whilst secretly thinking that she was really going to enjoy this flight.

They chatted and flirted with one another as though they were old friends. “Strange,” thought Sammy, “I feel that I could tell him anything.” As it turned out, they were both in relationships where there was no longer a great deal of sex involved, “Another coincidence?” Sammy pondered.

Sammy got up from her seat and asked Paul if he would excuse her, so that she could visit the bathroom. Paul moved his legs sideways to let Sammy pass, gently placing his hands against her hips to steady her.

“Ooh!” Sammy exclaimed. “You sent sparks through me.”

“I know,” said Paul. “I felt them as well.”

Sammy felt herself getting slightly moist between her legs and thought she could really do with a good fuck.

She went to the toilet and after a few minutes there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Sammy asked.

“It’s me…Paul,” came the reply.

Sammy opened the toilet door and Paul slipped inside, slipping the bolt behind him.

“I’m sorry! I cannot help it,” he said. “As soon as I saw you, I knew I wanted you and I know you feel the same way too.”

“Yes I do.”

Paul reached out and began to caress Sammy’s hair. Before she knew it, she could feel his hot breath teasing against her neck as he slipped his tongue in her ear.

Sammy closed her eyes, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter, in anticipation of what was yet to come.

She trembled as Paul’s hands cupped her breasts. He quickly tore Sammy’s blouse open, pulling the red lace of her bra below her nipples, leaning in and gently sucking against each one in turn, flicking and darting with his tongue.

“Oh Paul! Please just fuck me, it’s been so long,” she cried.

“Hush. Not yet.”

“But what if we are disturbed?” she said.

“Don’t worry,” he soothed. “I am a pilot for this company and I have organized things so that we will be left alone.”

”Ooh lovely,” she replied.

”Now…this is my treat,” said Paul. “You just enjoy it.”

He leaned in once more and continued to suck upon each of Sammy’s nipples. She gasped as she felt a hand caress across a thigh.

Sammy could feel the warmth of his hand through her short summer skirt.

She felt his hand slide between her legs and stroke her pussy through her red panties. He eased them to one side and started to massage Sammy Jo’s pussy, slowly rubbing her clitoris and pushing two fingers deep into her love hole.

Sammy couldn’t take much more. Her breathing became rapid. It had been so long that she was starting to lose it. Paul knew this too.

“Now Paul, please. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

”No,” said Paul. “I want you gagging honey.”

Paul knelt down in front of her. He lifted her skirt up and told her to open her legs. Sammy did as she was told and Paul dipped his head between her legs.

He pulled and nibbled at Sammy’s clit making her gasp. He massaged her with his fingers and slipped his tongue into her sopping wet pussy. He lapped at her and sucked her pussy.

“Paul, please. I cannot take much more.”

”I have a surprise,” he said and took a rabbit vibrator out of his pocket. Sammy Jo’s eyes widened.

“Oh god!” she said. “Fuck me with it now please…please.”

Paul eased the vibrator inside Sammy’s wet pussy, pushing slowly and making sure those little rabbit ears caressed her clit.

He increased the power, sending Sammy to the brink of a wonderful orgasm and causing her almost to scream.

Paul turned it up further still, working in and out of her pussy. He watched her closely as she started to cum.

“Oh god! I’m cumming. I can’t hold it anymore. Oh baby!”

Paul smiled as she climaxed so very hard, the rabbit’s ears really pounding her clit and her juices slipping out of her pussy around the vibrator.

He eased the vibrator out of her and lapped at the juices from her pussy.

“Did you enjoy that honey?” said Paul.

“Oh yes! But what about you?” she replied.

“I am fine. It was my present, just for you.”

Sammy Jo kissed him full on the mouth, tasting herself against his lips as she did so.

”Well Paul!” Sammy said. “You will just have to let me return the favour.”

After a long hard week of work I enjoy finding some well-deserved rest and relaxation at the beach. I enjoy catching some rays and reading the latest novel. The beach relaxes me, the warmth of the sand and the lull of the oceans waves as they roll upon the beach. I lay out my beach towel and get myself set up with my bottle water, suntan oil and my novel. I put on my sunglass that I have removed from my bag and begin to apply my suntan oil on my skin. As I do this, I take a look around to see if there is anyone that interests me for the day. I do like to watch people, and then daydream about what I would like them to do to me or me do to them. I am a sexual being and enjoy sex in many ways. It does not always have to be in the physical form. I think just by watching someone is a great turn on, whether they know it or not. I grab my book and roll over onto my tummy as I begin to read. It does not take too long for me to become distracted as a beach towel and a body appears in front of me. I look up from behind my dark glasses. My body responds to what I see with a leap of joy for my eyes see a sun god before me.

He is absolutely beautiful. He has dark hair and eyes with an athletic runner’s body. I can’t take my eyes off him. He appears to be by himself, which is good for me. I continue to try to keep my attention on my book as he settles himself for his day of worship in the sun. He quickly removes his shirt and jogging pants to reveal his Adonis toned body. He has six pack abs with the hint of an eight pack peaking from his swim trunks. My mouth completely goes dry as I shift on my towel to calm down the feelings that are beginning between my legs. I pretend to keep reading my book, but my eyes are glued to this male god.

He sits down finally and I can see straight up his shorts. My body begins to tremble just from the sight of him. I grab my water bottle to take a drink. He looks down towards me I smile up at him as I recap my bottle, returning my gaze back to my book. In my peripheral vision I see him look at me a little longer than necessary before he returns to his magazine. I think to myself. He is interested in playing my little game. With that in mind, I grab my suntan oil and arch my back stretching my chest forward as I rub my breasts with some fresh oil. Making sure he is watching me, I slide my hand in side my suit top as my hand touches my nipple, which responds by becoming hard and can be seen through the thin material. I again return to my book and glance up at him through my glasses. He has his right knee bent and is leaning to the left with his magazine on the towel. To my delight I can see up his shorts. His cock is covered by the inner lining of his suit. I can just barely see the outline of his cock tucked against his body.

He looks down at me catching me staring at his crotch. I can’t help myself now, for I have seen the object of my desires and it is lying relaxed in all that material. I slowly remove my glasses so that he can see my eyes. He smiles down at me. His hand moves to the inside leg of his shorts. His index finger slowly touches himself through the thin fabric of the lining. Oh how I wish I were that finger. I put my finger into my mouth to play with my tongue as our eyes maintain contact. He frees himself from the lining of his shorts, adjusting his hips some to allow me a complete unobstructed view of his cock. A low moan escapes my lips, for I want that bad. His cock is beginning respond to the gentle strokes of his fingers. I continue to suck my finger demonstrating how I would be sucking him if I had his cock in my mouth.

He removes his hand from his shorts, grabbing the suntan lotion bottle, squirting a palm full into his hand. Returning his hand to his shorts, he begins to slowly stroke his cock, covering it with the lotion. I think fair play is fair play. So I sit up facing him, the bottom of my feet pressed together and my knees flat on the towel. My crotch is open to him. My bathing suit is a sky blue color and I am quite sure he can see the wet spot between my legs. With one finger I move my suit to the side so he can see my pussy. My fingers open my lips so he can see my clit. My fingertips gently rub my clit then my lips over and over. I tilt my pelvis so that I can explore all of my pussy under his watchful eye. He is working his cock faster now. Our eyes are locked on each other. We are not making a sound. To those around us you would not think anything was going on. Here we both are masturbating; our worlds have stopped except for the pleasure building in us both.

I don’t last much longer as I toss my head back and cum. My body trembles as I cum returning my eyes to his, daring him to cum. It is now his turn. I watch him stoke himself a few more times and then he shoots, he fires five times and some hit my towel. What a shooter, I reach over to where some of his cum landed on my towel and scoop it up with my finger then licking his cum from my finger while he watches me. I smile and mouth the words “thank you”. He smiles adjusting himself and mouths the words “you’re welcome”. I return to my tummy and pick up my book and again begin to read.

I imagine that every man has wondered what it would be like to be fucked at one time or another. Not by another man but by a woman wearing a strap-on.

Would it be like having a large turd inside of my rectum? Would it hurt? Would I be able to feel the plastic dick slide in and out of me? All of these questions begged for an answer and the thought had been in the back of my mind for many years.

But how does one ask his wife to fuck him? “Ah, honey. Can you buy a strap-on at the XXX store and fuck me Saturday night?” Don’t think that would go over to well.

BUT due to the incredible power of the net you of course can find any thing you want. Just type in a few key words and you have a whole list of places to investigate.

One such site intrigued me with a post that said, “Guys – Do you want to be fucked by a girl. I’m gentle and will give you what you want and what you need. Gina.” The post also said she was in a town not far from where I lived so I posted a reply saying that I want to experience having a woman fuck me but was afraid to ask my wife.

When I logged on to my computer in our bedroom I noticed a reply from Gina and quickly opened it. “You are only a hour away from the Holiday Court Inn on the interstate. If you want to get together for your desire let me know and I will tell you when.”

With a shortness of breath knowing that I’m about to set up a meeting I typed, “Yes I want you to fuck me,” and pressed send just as my wife walked in.

“Anything good on the computer tonight honey?” she asked as I arched my back feeling my cock stiffening from the excitement and anticipation of responding to Gina.

I logged off and answered my wife. “Just you babe,” as I grabbed her and tossed her on the bed. I kissed her holding her hands above her head as her chest expanded pressing against my chest. She felt my hard member poking on her leg as I moved my mouth down to her breast and sucked her tits through her blouse. She freed her hands and started pulling my shorts down my legs. I stood up and stripped. She peeled her shorts off of her as her long lanky legs peddled up in the air.

We both were hot. We both were horny. She from who knows what? Me? Did I still turn on my wife after seven years of marriage? I was hot, hard, and horny. From my wife? A little. But mostly from fantasizing about Gina. Gina’s gonna plug me. Gina’s gonna fuck me. But now. Now I was going to fuck my wife, and I was going to fuck her in the ass.

I was on my knees in bed as I rolled Jayna over on her hands and knees. She thought she was going to be fucked like a dog. One of our favorite positions. I reached in the nightstand and oiled my stiff dick with baby oil and squirted a shot between the crack of Jayna’s ass.

Looking back at me Jayna cooed, “Oh baby – fuck me in the ass. Let me feel your hard cock stretching my tight little asshole.” Man. When my wife talks to me like that I want to fuck her all night long. Pressing my cock head against her hole I fought the initial resistance until my cock plopped inside of her. She lurched forward feeling my cock enter her ass and I grabbed her hips and began moving my own hips back and forth slowly.

Would this be how Gina would fucked me? My cock, slippery with the baby oil, slid in and out of Jayna’s ass easily now and faster.

I watch as Jayna’s ass hole was pulled in as I entered her and opened back up as I almost pulled my cock out of her. “Oh baby, fuck me harder and faster,” Jayna said with that growl in her voice as if she had become an animal that needed to be satisfied. Is that how I’d be with Gina?

My balls began their steady rhythmic slapping against her ass as I squeezed her hips harder nearing climax.

Jayna’s head was hung down as she bucked her ass back on my hard cock driving it deeper into her. I erupted and splattered cum inside of her ass hole and kept pounding away at her.

Jayna had been finger fucking her own pussy as I fucked her ass and her whole body started trembling as she neared getting herself off with her fingers as my throbbing dick finished cumming in her ass.

She fell forward, pushing her fingers up inside her cunt and off my dripping meat exhausted. I slapped my dick once, twice on her ass letting my jism drip down her crack.

Lord, please. Let it be as good as this when Gina fucks me.

On the way back from Sidcup one evening last Summer I was busting for a piss. Getting near Croydon, I was looking for either a toilet or a wooded area. They seem to be closing all the toilets down nowadays. Just as I was near the stage of wetting myself, I noticed a sort of drive-in between bushes so made for that. That drive-in opened up to a small car park. I hurriedly parked my car in the corner, got out, noticed another three cars parked there, rushed over the bank, got my cock out and, whew, what a relief.

As I was getting to the final jet stream I heard moans and squeals. I hastily tucked my cock back in my slacks and ventured just a little further in. There was a couple going at it hammer and tongs in a clearing. They were roughly in their 30’s, and she was all dressed for sex with a black and red suspender belt and black stockings. He had his slacks down to his ankles and her legs were wrapped round his thighs. I stood on a dry twig, which snapped, and they saw me. Instead of telling me to bugger off, he beckoned me over and indicated that I should get my cock out, which I did. I knelt down and he took hold of my dick and put it in his mouth. Suddenly, he let out a roar and spunked right up her. They then got dressed. She had a pair of black and red panties that had been under her. They walked over to their car and drove off after thanking me and hoping that we’d meet again.

God I was horny. I got back into my car, slid over to the passenger seat, lowered it, and got my cock out again, which was still hard. I was giving it a good wank with my eyes closed.

 

Suddenly, I heard a tap at the window. I hastily pulled my slacks up to see a woman standing there. She indicated that I should lower the window, which I did. Suddenly, she put her arm in and grabbed my cock. She pulled it out, bent over the windowsill, and took it in her mouth. She was an attractive woman in her late 40’s, slim and nicely dressed. God, I was in heaven.

 

Then I heard footsteps in the gravel and saw this bloke come up behind her, lift her dress, and ram his cock into her. I put my hand down between her legs and could feel this massive piece of meat slamming in and out of her. She too was wearing stockings and suspenders, but what color?   I couldn’t see, as it was getting quite dark by now.
He was shafting her as she sucked me for about 10 minutes. Then suddenly, without a murmur, he pulled out, grabbed her, and took her over to his car. They got in and drove away. Funny!

Well, I was so rampant by now. I went to the boot of my car, pulled out the carrier bag of my sexy underwear, climbed back in, and started undressing and redressing in my pale blue suspender belt and panties with white stockings. I lay back again and was really giving my stiffy a seeing to when once again, there was a tap on the window.

 

Too late to climb into my slacks now, but I needn’t have worried,as there was a black guy standing there playing with a decent sized cock. He got into the car and started rubbing his hands up and down my nylon clad legs, and then he was stroking my arse and cock through my panties. “Come on, you slut, suck my cock.”

 

I didn’t need telling twice. As I was bobbing my head up and down, he was fingering my “rose bud,” which was really turning me on. “Got a condom?” he asked. I indicated that I had and passed it to him. “A tart like you needs a good fucking,” and with that he pushed me back, ripped my panties off, lifted and spread my legs, climbed between them, and tried to shove his cock in. I yelled, as it was too big, and told him to stop until I’d used some KY. I got the KY out and greased my hole and he climbed in again. No trouble this time. He started slowly, but then built up a speed.

Suddenly, we heard cars drive in. We stopped until we heard them park and there was silence. Once again, he was shafting me. I looked over his shoulder and was horrified to see two male faces looking in the front window. I indicted to the black guy, and he looked round and then said, “It’s ok, I know them,” and just carried on fucking.

 

Next, one guy shone a torch in the side window and onto my face. “Keith, the dirty fucker is screwing a TV,” he said, and with that they wandered off. It appears that there was three of them. They got in their cars and drove off.

Well, Keith wanted me to sit on his dick, then lie sideways, and finally we ended up with me bent over the bonnet outside. He must have been going for about 40 minutes, and I loved every minute. Eventually, he shot his load and nearly filled a Yoghurt pot of spunk.

We chatted for a while, and I told him what had happened before he came over to my car. He said he’d seen the couple at my car, but the guy was a racist and wouldn’t let him near his wife. The other couple he didn’t know about. I asked him about this place, and he said that he’d discovered it on a website, and that it was a notorious dogging site.