British Erotic Tales

by Ruby Cox

  "Well darling, I've gotta say, you stay so hard for so long and you come so much, you must be wonderful to fuck."

  Rob's bliss is complete. He lies still.

  "Let me just wipe some of that off you." Shelley dabs at his cum-spattered belly with the Kleenex. Then she rips a strip from the end of the tissue on the couch and starts to clean her own chest. "Do you want to pop back in the shower, darling?" Rob nods weakly and starts to stand up. Shelley, having got most of the sperm off her, is putting her tunic back on. "Shall I bring you another glarse of juice, darling? I'll leave it in here, yeah?" He nods again.

  Shelley is dressed now. It's almost over, just time for a couple more of her lewd comments. "Did you enjoy that, babe, yeah? I bet it's not enough for you, though. I bet you're gonna be making yourself come again tonight, yeah?"

  "Heh ... yeah ... yeah probably." It's true, of course.

  "Yeah, I bet. Horny young guy like you. Sometimes when I do an older guy I think, right, that'll be enough for him for a couple of days. But I can tell you need more than that. Everyone's different, though, I guess. Some guys come already when I'm just doing the bit round the back, can you believe that? But you held back for a long time. Yeah, nice to fuck, I reckon. And those eyes ... mmm. Anyway, babe, you grab a shower and I'll see you upstairs, yeah?" And with that she leaves the room.

  In a happy, stunned daze, Rob goes back to the shower and does his best to get the oil out of his pubes. His cock is tender from its exertions, although he really wants to start touching it again. But he needs to get home now, can't miss the last Tube. He dries himself, goes back to room four, drinks the fresh glarse of juice that he finds there, and gets dressed. He goes up the stairs, taking a last look at his surroundings. Shelley is behind the desk. There must be a separate shower for the women. She is wearing a bra again.

  "All right, sweetie? Was that nice?"

  "Yes. Yes it was. Thank you."

  "You're very welcome, darling." She comes out from behind the desk and kisses him on the cheek. "Well, Tom my love, it was lovely to meet you. Hope to see you again. I do late shifts like this one Thursdays and Fridays till one in the morning, and I'm here in the day on Tuesdays, before seven. And there's all different girls each day, of course. Here, let me open the door for you." One last kiss on the cheek. "'Night, darling, take care."

  Rob steps out of the door into the London night, into a changed world.

  A great Roommate

  About a year ago I changed jobs. Still in sales but working for a bigger and better-known company. About September time an email came around about a ski trip being arranged before Christmas. I'd tried skiing a couple of times and liked it so put my name down.

  14 of us, 4 women, the rest guys met early morning at Gatwick Airport for our trip to Austria. I was the youngest and most junior there and hadn't worked with any of them, so was slightly nervous, especially as it seemed they had all skied loads of times and I was pretty bad.

  We got to the resort early afternoon and checked into the hotel. Carl, one of the more senior managers and organiser of the trip had written down who was sharing with who. I was a little surprised when he said I was sharing with him as he knew everyone there except for me and was much older. I found out later he was 43, married twice with 3 kids. But he seemed alright, easy to chat to and a very quick and sometimes crude sense of humour. So, I imagined he would be a laugh. I also thought it wouldn't hurt getting to know someone a lot more senior in the company.

  Nobody went skiing that first afternoon but some said they would go down to the hotel spa. No pool, but they had a pretty nice Jacuzzi, steam rooms and saunas. I was keen to try it in the hope of seeing one of the women half naked. Any of them actually, but one was really pretty with a great figure.

  The hotel room was small and I was surprised to see the bed was basically a double. Carl said it was an Austrian Twin, which is 2 mattresses on one base and 2 duvets. He said it was normal and all the rooms were the same. I kept out of his way as he unpacked, waiting until he had changed into his dressing and left for the spa before I unpacked.

  When I finally went down there were a couple of our guys in the Jacuzzi, so I hoped that the women might be in the steam room or sauna. But, to my surprise, they had separate ones for males and females. So, I went into the men’s one and almost had a heart attack when I saw Carl and 3 others and one guy I didn't recognise, sitting there totally naked. There was me in my swimming shorts. Carl said it was 'Textile free', so you were not allowed to wear anything. I thought I'd look like an idiot if I didn't go back in, so took my shorts off and went in.

  I'm not used to being naked around guys and I'm also aware that my cock is larger than normal, so when I went back into the sauna I was feeling incredibly self-conscious and highly embarrarseed. I sat there sweating, feeling very uneasy, and wishing everyone would go. I tried hard not to look at the other guys but noticed that Carl kept looking at me, almost staring. I had never felt so uncomfortable.

  Later, we had a lot to drink at the bar, had something to eat and all went to bed.

  That was very strange too. I wore a pair of boxers and a t-shirt to bed, Carl was completely naked. Lying there, very close to a naked guy felt abnormal.

  I woke up aware of rustling. I lay there a bit trying to suss what it was. I suddenly realised Carl was wanking. I could hear the movement of his hand against the duvet, and the sound of his short quickening breath. I couldn't believe it. But he finally finished and I eventually went back to sleep.

  The skiing wasn't great. Early season snow had been terrible, so bad that buses were there to take people to other resorts. I decided to stay as the easiest runs had lots of snow cannons and man-made snow, so it was ok for a bad skier like me. Carl decided he was going to be my instructor. He never left me alone, it was weird. At every meal he sat next to me, bought me drinks and was just incredibly nice, almost overly so. I didn't mind as he was actually very funny, a bit of a wild lad I suppose.

  When a few of us went to the sauna again I still felt strange sitting there with nothing on, but did manage to have an interested peek at the other guys. I was sort of happy that I had the biggest dick. I'd already seen Carls in our room, and his was average but with big saggy bollocks and very bushy pubes. But then he was generally very hairy which was the complete opposite to me. Slim and trim with no body hair at all. So, I viewed my cock as the manliest thing about me as the rest of me was uncomfortably boyish.

  Once again, I felt Carl studying me.

  The second night I again woke to the sound of Carl wanking. But this time, rather than lying there rigid with shock, I found myself getting turned on. I tried to get the thought out of my mind, but couldn't, and soon I was lying there totally erect. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, realising I had been turned on by a guy wanking next to me.

  The next morning, when Carl was in the shower, I wanked. I tried to think about Flo, the sexy woman on our trip, but I kept thinking about Carl. When I finished I hated myself for having those thoughts.

  Carl continued to be my instructor and general shadow. When the group arranged to meet for Apres Ski late afternoon in a bar in town, we went together. I had so much beer, schnapps and so many Jaeger bombs, I was pretty pissed by the time we headed back to the hotel to have dinner. In fact, everyone was pretty boozed up. It was such a laugh.

  After eating, most of us went out to a club to carry on the partying. Carl didn't leave my side. We even had a bit of a dance together. Or that's how it seemed.

  That night, after going to bed, I forced myself to stay awake to see if Carl wanked again. I lay so still, pretending to be asleep. After a bit, Carl suddenly whispered asking if I was awake. I didn't reply. I then heard him start, and I immediately started feeling horny again, but I didn't move. Suddenly he stopped. He hadn't finished, but had stopped wanking. I felt him move, and then I froze as I felt a hand touch my arm. He started to stroke my arm. I couldn't believe what was going on and was shocked that I was feeling so i
ncredibly horny. His fingers moved down my arm and started to stroke my hand.

  His head moved across so it was almost on my pillow, and he again whispered ' Mate, are you awake?'

  His fingers moved from my hand and he started stroking my side just above my hip. I could feel his breath against my neck as he moved closer to me, his arm moving around me, his hand starting to rub my erect cock through the boxers. I could now feel his hard dick pushing against the top of my arse.

  His mouth was now right up close to my ear, his hand moving inside my boxers, he whispered 'Mate, you turn me on so much.' As he gripped my shaft I couldn't carry on pretending to be asleep so I eased my arse back against him. He then asked me if I had ever had sex with man, I said I hadn't.

  I just lay there, feeling weird but so horny, as Carl first removed my t-shirt, then lowered my boxers, before hugging me tightly from behind. He found my cock again and started to move his hand up and down. I could feel his hairy body against my back, his hard cock now pushing between my cheeks. Carl was trying to push into my arsehole, but couldn't as I was far too tight for him. So after a bit he gave up, but while he carried on wanking me, he started moving himself up and down my arse crack, a bit like a tit wank, but between my cheeks.

  The whole time Carl kept talking to me, saying that he fancied me, that he adored my smooth soft body and loved my big hard cock. I could tell he was getting hornier and hornier, as I was, but the way he was wanking me meant I wasn't close to cuming when he finally let out a load groan and exploded all over my cheeks and lower back.

  I was still rock hard, as Carl told me to lie on my back. I could feel his cum under me on the sheet as he went down on me, sucking and wanking me until I came. We fell asleep, him hugging me.

  The next day I admit I felt very strange. I didn't hate myself, even though I felt I should. Carl disappeared after skiing, returning with shopping, he told me it was presents for me. He had bought some Austrian type of KY jelly, condoms and weirdly also bought me a pair of woman’s lace pants and a pair of stay up stockings. He said that he preferred to sleep with me wearing those rather than my t-shirt and boxers.

  That night, after dinner and drinks, Carl took me upstairs, I put on my presents, I have to say the panties looked stupid with my big cock and balls sticking out, but he said he liked it. With the help of the jelly and some gentle fingering Carl managed to fuck me for a bit, before he came like the night before, between my arse crack. He then watched me wank and cum.

  Since that trip, I fancy men and women, but I still feel weird about it. I liked having sex with Carl and want to try sleeping with more guys.

  The bet

  I’m Barry, I’m 36 and married to Shellie (38) and a month ago, just before all this isolation thing started I had to watch my wife fuck another man for a bet.

  Basically, it started on a night out when a guy we know started asking weird questions like ‘would I ever forgive my wife if she had an affair and would she forgive me’ and so on. The conversation between about 12 of us got a little silly at one point but in the end we agreed that we probable wouldn’t. But after most of the guys left it was just him, my wife and I and he brought it up again, ‘is our marriage strong enough to cope with either of us fucking someone else. We dismissed his questions as just drunk talk but afterwards, when we were on our own, my wife brought it up again and she said that she thought we were in a good strong relationship and that we would survive and even that it may be good for us to ‘fool around’ now and again. I was in a state of shock but the way she said it made it sound acceptable.

  Then I did a stupid thing, I bet her that this guy (a 58 year old neighbour called Ben) was all talk and that he wouldn’t dare try and fuck her even if she tried it on. Then, I went to see Ben and brought up the subject and I bet him that he would never be able to talk my wife into fucking him and that she would slap him in the face if he tried it on and I even invited him round to the house the day after.

  In the meantime I told Shellie that he had brought it up yet again and I bet her again that she would never have the guts to take it further if he tried it on, she was annoyed at me for thinking she was so boring and started having a go about how it would be me that sulked and got angry if she shagged someone else. I of course denied it and said that I agreed with her, that it would spice things up. The truth was and still is that I would be gutted.

  The next day, late afternoon he comes round, ‘for coffee’. Neither of them had any idea that I had bet the other and I honestly thought it would be funny to see them both stressed at the thought of the other trying it on and I thought it would be funny to see Ben making a fool of himself fi he tried it on with my wife.

  Ben comes in and I go to make the coffee, Shellie is upstairs. Then, whilst Ben and I are talking about crap stuff Shellie walks into the living room. She’s wearing a short skirt and nothing on top except a cardigan. Its so obvious that she’s not wearing a bra or anything else under it because her big soft tits are swaying when she walks. Ben and I both shut up and just stare. Shellie gets her coffee and sits next to Ben.

  After a few awkward moments we start to chat again. When Ben looks away form my wife to me she opens a button and does it a few times until there are only two buttons keeping her tits from falling out. I though she was just being daring but I Was to learn shortly that she was serious

  Ben goes to the loo, unfortunately in our house, if you use the loo downstairs you can here someone peeing and Shellie is winding me up saying stuff like ‘I wonder if he has his big cock in his hand and is wanking thinking of me’ followed by ‘ I wonder what it’s like to suck it, or maybe have it in my hole’.

  Then just as he’s about to walk back into the living room she asks me if I thought he could make her cum, then laughs out loud when I was lost for words.

  Ben stands next to the sofa and looks down at my wife, or more accurately at her tits. Shellie looks at the bulge in his jeans, looks up at his and laughs ‘fuck, that’s a big bulge’ . Ben grins and fires back, ‘those are big tits’ .

  That’s the point at which I expected it to end, but it didn’t. Shellie asks him if he wanted to have a feel. Ben doesn’t say anything, he reaches down and puts his hands into her cardigan and starts to feel her tits, giving them a squeeze, first one then the other. The grin on Shellie’s face goes and she stairs at me and I have no idea what to do. Do I tell him to stop or let it go on.

  She gives me that look where she raised her eyebrows as though to say ‘so?’ I decide to let it play out and see how far they will go, big mistake.

  Shellie opens her cardigan so her tits fall out, Ben is leaning down and having a good feel, gripping her big fat tits and her hard nipples. The bulge in his pants are now almost in Shellie’s face. She’s sat back letting him feel her when she looks to her side at his bulge, unzips his jeans and pulls his cock out. In a second its in her mouth.

  He’s big, his cock is thick and long and it fills my wife’s mouth to the point that she has to pull back to be able to breath. I sit and watch for ages as she gags and suck’s his shaft and cups his heavy balls whilst he grips her tits hard.

  He looks at me and tells me that he ‘has to fuck my wife’ and in a flash, he takes his t shirt off, pushes his jeans to his ankles and kicks them off, Shellie pulls her skirt and knickers down and lays on her back, her legs wife open. I now that this was going too far but what was I supposed to do.

  I know that it probable only lasted about 10 minutes or so because is was like a frantic shag but to me it seemed to last forever. I sat there and watched Ben, a 58 year old guy, almost bald and rough dark skin from being outside so much opening my wife’s pussy lips and licking her out. I had to listen to my wife crying out and squealing, leaning down to hold onto his bald head going on about how ‘fucking amazing’ this was.

  Then my wife, who had always been faithful and quiet begs and I mean begs him to put his cock inside her with stuff like ‘ no more, no more, put it in me, oh fuck its big put it in me har
d’.

  Ben does as he’s told and shoves his cock into my wife and starts pounding the fuck out of her. He pushes her knees up to her face and really fucks her hard.

  I have to listen to him grunting and to her crying out about how good this was and how she was going to cum and begging him not to stop. The two of them sucking faces and tongues. He warns her that she’s going to cum and she latches her legs onto him holding him in place pleading with him to cum inside her, and fuck does he.

  My wife is convulsing, bucking under him crying out that she’s Cumming hard, he thrusts hard over and over roaring and grunting ‘oh fuck, oh fuck’ which my wife repeats.

  Then they stop and he collapses onto of her, the two of them still sucking each others faces until he decides to go back to sucking my wife’s nipples whilst she runs her finger over his bald head panting.

  Then, after he has decided he’s had enough he slides off my wife and sits on the floor and tells me how ‘fucking amazing that fuck was’. Shellie, still panting agrees with him ‘that was fucking amazing’, her legs still wide open.

  Then, and this is the worst bit, he moves to one side and gives me permission to fuck my own wife. I just sat there until Shellie reaches out to me and asks me to please come over, actually it was something like ‘please come over and fuck me’ and tells me that this was for the two of us.