The Cottage - Chapters 1-3 - Sex Stories

The Cottage - Chapters 1-3

... she wanted. He pushed her back down on his dock. Her throat gave way momentarily, but she began to cough violently once again. He pulled her off of his cock and, hand still gripping her hair, pulled her head towards his.

She came eagerly. He threw her, gently, onto her back and climbed on top of her. Looking into her eyes, he lined his cock up to her pussy, feeling the tingling sensation of her pubic hairs touching his tip.

She was heaving. Her small breasts moving up and down with each breath. Her eyes looked directly into his. She spread her legs wider for him and nodded definitively - she wanted this.

Cam pushed himself into Emily.

It was the tightest pussy he had ever fucked. It felt like a vice grip was around his cock, gripping it fiercely as he began to motion in and out. He looked down to see her opening stretched to it’s capacity - her clit spread across the girth of his penis. This drove him wild - forcing his intensity to grow. Emily bit a nearby pillow and arched her back.

Cam steadily built speed, feeling her pussy slowly adjusting to accommodate his cock. In no time, he felt her cervix. Shortly thereafter, he lost her - she was a squirming mess of moans, groans and long limbs wrapping themselves around him. He began to fuck her furiously.

Cam pounded her, lifting her off of the bed with his powerful thrusts into her. The sound of slapping flesh grew to its apex. The smell of sweat and sex filling the room.

Then, he felt it building inside ...

... of him. For a brief moment he thought about pulling out, about doing the right thing, but he was lost to this moment, to his carnal desires. He already crossed the line, why stop there.

With a final thrust, he pushed himself as far into Emily as he could. Her eyes burst open. Her arms and legs wrapped around him - locking him into place.

Looking flush, her expression turned to a confused look as he came inside her, it was clearly the first time anyone had done that to her. She could feel his cock spurting sperm into her previously virgin womb.

As the two unlikely lovers fell back onto the itchy bedsheets behind them, both smiling stupidly, Cam heard the unmistakable sound of a door closing downstairs.

“Emily?!?! Are you feeling better dear?”

Cherie, his aunt - Emily’s mother - was coming up the stairs.

Chatper 2 - The Voyeur

Her pussy itched.

Cherie’s slender index finger slid down the damp crotch of her skin-tight, acid-wash denim shorts into the heat of her groin. Her hard, french-manicured nail pushed against the taught fabric of her shorts, only just catching the fold of her labia.

Her slim lips - adorned with Cherie’s trademark hotrod-red lipstick - pulled into a joyful smile as she felt the summer afternoon’s wind pushing itself through her wavy, long blonde hair.

With a rush of pleasure, and a hearty flex of her finger, the itch was scratched.

Replacing her hand on the leather-wrapped steering wheel of her sleek red convertible, Cherie ...