The Cottage - Chapters 1-3 - Sex Stories

The Cottage - Chapters 1-3

... Maggie’s beautifully slim, sagging, E-sized breasts - complete with ferocious blue veins around the areola, and silver, circular piercings through each of the nipples.

The voyeur’s mouth found itself watering.

Maggie’s lover must’ve felt the same, as he shot down onto all fours, and aggressively sucked each of her friend’s tits for several seconds - his stubby fingers finding their way deep into her sex.

For a quick second he slipped his entire hand into her soaked hole - to which Maggie squealed in joyous reply.

The woman’s face shifted quickly as her lover hastily repositioned himself, aligned their hips, and pushed his pelvis to hers - effortlessly sliding back into her depths.

Maggie’s expression spoke volumes - mouth open, head back - her eyes rolling into her skull with such relief it was as if a missing piece of her had been returned; her hands dug into his olive-toned flesh, the long, purple nails of her fingers carving deep etches into his skin; her small, dainty mouth parted to allow her teeth to sink into the flexing muscle of his shoulder.

Cherie’s knees fell weak. Her breaths grew shallow. The back of her hand burned against the waist of her shorts. She fell hard to the ground - bumping loudly against the glass - her fingers not skipping a beat as they pumped in and out of her soaked fuck hole.

Maggie’s eyes darted to the window, doubling in size.

Cherie stopped breathing - embarrassment burning into her as the woman realized she had ...

... been found - her fingers slowing to a gentle series of strokes.

The voyeur shook as an exaggerated breath tumbled from her throat.

Her friend’s mouth slowly twisted into a devious smile.

She reached into her lover’s hair with a stretch of her elegant hand, squeezed his damp, dark-brown mop, and pressed his panting face towards hers. Roughly pushing her lips to his ear Maggie whispered something - her eyes unmoved from the glass - as her long legs wrapped themselves around the man’s waist.

He nodded slowly - hesitantly.

She pulled her eyes from Cherie’s, and looked directly into his - nodding quickly, reassuringly.

The man reached between his legs.

Cherie’s fingers resumed their torrid pace at the sight of a severely used condom being strewn to the floor.

The woman outside release a guttural groan as an orgasm - the first she had had in years - gripped her sweating body.

The man fell back into Maggie with the utmost of ease, performed three probing thrusts into the trembling woman, and then held his shaking pelvis against her for a few tense, silent moments.

Cherie was covered in sweat, pins-and-needles on the inside, and glued to the hot glass.

The man pulled himself from Maggie with a laborious grunt and fell to the floor beside her, rolling out of their voyeur’s view.

Only Maggie’s swollen, gaping pussy - oozing with a thick, white substance - greeted Cherie’s tearful eyes.

Maggie winked at her old friend as, just before her now standing ...