The Cottage - Chapters 1-3 - Sex Stories

The Cottage - Chapters 1-3

... the relentless thrusting of her lover’s small buttocks.

He lay into her like a jackhammer - each powerful thrust sending the woman’s skin rippling across her body - a smattering of incoherent groans falling from her pouted lips.

Cherie - having not felt a man’s touch in nearly 2 years - had to collect herself. With a purposeful sigh her lungs filled with thick, humid air. Feeling focus return to her on the ragged exhale, it didn’t take her long to recognize Maggie.

Despite having not seen her taller, fuller, and darker-skinned friend in nearly a decade, Cherie could spot Maggie’s shoulder tattoo anywhere. The Asian calligraphy translating to “Fertile” - a marking chosen after birthing a 6th child from her ex-husband - was unmistakable.

The woman’s bronzed, sweat-soaked body showed every one of those children:

Sun-kissed stretch marks shivered as her skin sagged slightly from her quivering frame - her lover’s fingers hungrily digging themselves into the excess flesh of Maggie’s hips, seemingly ripping her skin from the evident muscle hiding beneath as he lustfully forced himself deeper into her.

Another savage grunt left her lips as her lover - with his back to Cherie - grabbed a fistful of Maggie’s dirty blonde hair and plunged himself deeper into the chubby woman’s engorged sex.

Cherie felt dizzy as she watched a droplet of fluid trickle down from Maggie’s stretched, well manicured opening, fall down across the back of her bronzed thigh, and settle ...

... into the back of her knee.

As the man’s head pulled backwards in a brief moment of rapture, Cherie felt one of her hands travelling down the front of her firm stomach, and slip beneath the band of her floral-patterned, white lace briefs.

She trembled at the feeling of her own wetness dampening the untrimmed brown hair decorating her pussy.

Maggie’s eyes were closed. Her hands pressed firmly above either side of the fireplace. Her hair was strewn across her face as it pressed into the light grey wall with tremendous force - her lips crunched together on the right hand side, lipstick rubbing off on the wall.

Cherie’s fingers were rubbing her clit.

Maggie’s emerald blue eyes exploded open as the man drew his hand to her neck and clamped down. Cherie gasped as the muscles in his arm torqued - her friend’s face turning a deep shade of purple as spit drizzled down her rounded chin. Just as Maggie started to squirm - and Cherie’s pussy started to quiver - the man released his grip.

Maggie crumpled to the floor - gasping for air against the fireplace’s glass covering.

Cherie was knuckle-deep in her twat, her sharp nail doing wondrous things to the spongey walnut just inside her vagina - pulses of blissful electricity shooting through her abdomen.

As if they had done it a hundred times before, Maggie rolled onto her back - shooting her lover an intensely sultry, longing gaze - and spread her legs as wide as they would reach.

Cherie couldn’t help but marvel at ...