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Cabin Fever

By: Shelby Lynn



It was a small cabin out in the woods, away from civilization, phones, tv, and her computer. When the agent said it was available, she didn’t hesitate to book it. Afterall, she needed the vacation. She arrived just before dusk on Friday evening. Her Jeep was fully stocked with a week's worth of provisions. She hated to bring so much but she didn’t want to be caught unprepared. She been there and done that. No sense in going hungry or being cold she thought to herself as she started unloading. Before long everything was inside and she decided to treat herself to a warm soak in the tub. She went into the master suite and drew the water. She set about undressing and slowly lowered herself into the tub. 

As he approached the cabin he turned off his lights and sighed as his truck came to a stop. He didn’t know how she could do it alone. The drive about killed him with the rain. From the looks of it, though, it hadn’t been raining for long there. He gathered his things and made the quick dash to the front porch.

As she finished drying off she heard footsteps on the porch. Smiling to herself she put on her robe and wrapped her hair up in the towel and set out of the bedroom to greet him. He came thru the door just as she rounded the corner from the stairs. He reached out and pulled her to him, kissing her lips and then each side of her neck. Her hair, freshly washed, always smelled so sweet to him. She helped him put away his things and then made a small dinner. After they had finished, he remarked that it had stopped raining, and thought it would be nice to take a walk. They walked down to the dock and decided it was the stars were much better from there on the water to look at. 

She sat down on the edge and dangled her feet over side. He knelt behind her and massaged her shoulders. He pulled her hair to one side and gently kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear lobes. He pulled her sweater from her shoulders and laid it aside. He reached around front and unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it aside and further exposing her shoulders to the cool evening air. Her nipples hardened as the cool breeze picked up. He kissed her neck, shoulders and reached around to feel her breasts. She sighed as he squeezed them and firmly pinched her nipples. It was always such a turn on when he did that. She could feel the wetness between her legs and guided his hand down under her skirt to explore it. He slowly stroked her lips and rubbed her clit. Her wetness increasing as he touched her deeply inside with his fingers. He pulled her back to lay down on the dock and pulled her skirt off. He spread her legs apart and knelt before her, stroking her more. He then took his cock and rubbed up and down her slit before pushing deep inside in one stroke. He pushed her legs further apart and drove his cock in deeper to her. Increasing his strokes, the friction making is dick harder each time it wasn’t long before he was ready to cum. He pulled out just before and turned her over. She got up on to her knees and he entered her from behind. Just as they started to move in rhythem a boat started to approach the dock. They quickly scrambled for their clothes and headed back towards the cabin. Laughing the whole way at fearing being caught for doing it in the great outdoors. 

They went back into the cabin and settled in for bed. Just as she had fallen asleep he heard a noise in the living room and got up to investigate. He walked across the living room to turn on the light. As he did he felt something hit his head and the sensation of falling. He was out before he even hit the floor. The man tied him up and gagged him so that she would not hear him when he awoke. He proceeded to the bedroom where she lay asleep. 

He approached the bed and quickly tied her hands to the head board and gagged her as well. Before she could realize what was happening he had pulled the blankets off of her. He caressed her body with his hands. She shrunk back from him as best as she could. He could see the fear in her eyes. She fought the restraints but it was no use. He turned her over on her stomach and told her to get on her knees. He left the room for a short moment, but there wasn’t enough light to see where he went. She heard the front door being opened and closed. She hoped he was leaving but her hopes were dashed as he came back into the room with a large switch.

“I saw you two on the dock tonight. You are a very naughty girl. You need to be taught a lesson about public displays of affection.” He said as he brought the switch down firmly across her buttocks. The sting from the swat made her jump. Again and again the switch landed on her buttocks and the back of her legs. Even in the dim room he could see the welts rising on her skin. He stopped and gently rubbed the welts with his cool hand. He gently probed her between the legs and discovered her wetness. 

“Ah, so you do like to be punished? I had hoped so when I saw you earlier. You looked fine when you were on your knees that is why I chose that position for your punishment. “ From the corner of her eye she caught him removing his pants. He got behind her and pushed his hard cock deep inside. She grinded back against him. He smacked her reddened buttocks with his hand as he fucked her from behind. Just as she was about to come he pulled out and pushed his dick into her ass. Hard and deep he plunged in and out of her. Her cries were muffled by the gag but he got the message that she had never had it that way. He pulled out of her ass as he came, squirting his load all over her backside. 

He grabbed the switch again and gave her 10 more lashes. Each more firmly than the last. He stroked her cunt and found it dripping wet again. He fingered her and he felt her muscles tighten as she came, her body quivered as she the orgasm overcame her.. He quickly dressed and untied her. Instead of trying to flee from him, she laid there on the bed in amazement. She heard the door close as he left and found herself wishing that he had stayed….

Cabin Fever



He awoke slowly, fighting his grogginess like wrestling through thick, wet mud. His condition was worse because he couldn't figure out why it was so hard. Taking a moment in his struggle to consciousness, he thought back on what he could remember...

They had arrived late in the morning after a pleasant drive from the city. He and his wife had laughed and talked and thoroughly enjoyed their drive up from the city to their cabin in the mountains. It had been their family's favorite getaway for years with memories of many happy vacations with the children. This trip was the first one for them without their now nearly grown offspring and Valerie seemed particularly excited about it.

"Just you and me, Mike, think of it!" she'd bubbled happily as they packed. Now he wished he'd shown her a little more of an enthusiastic response, instead of his non-committal 'yeah, that'll be nice'. What if he was dead? What if he would never see her again?

They'd unpacked and he'd gotten a fire going to take the chill out of the rustic structure while she mixed them drinks in the little kitchen area. By the time she'd joined him, there was a beautiful blaze roaring away and he was grinning with pride.

"Lovely," she confirmed, handing him his drink with a glint in her eye. It was more than just a mischievous twinkle, but he couldn't read it, so he dismissed it. Now the memory of that look left him with a strange foreboding...

The memories suddenly got foggier...feeling overwhelmingly tired...Val helping him to bed..did she undress him...?

He tried to stretch out some of his fatigue and was alarmed to find he could barely move his arms and legs. The sudden rush of adrenaline at this discovery had him instantly wide awake, his eyes fully open.

To his dismay, it was true. Someone had tied his arms and legs securely to the four posts of their large oak bed, leaving him splayed and....naked on top of it. Panic gripped his heart has he thought suddenly of his wife. Straining against his bonds, he cried out her name.

"Mike, it's ok – I'm right here." He heard her soft voice from the area close to the foot of the bed. Raising his head as much as he could, he could just see her sitting in a comfy chair facing the bed.

"Are you ok, honey? What going on here?" His heart was still pounding as he tried to sort out what had happened to them when he became aware of her standing and moving to the side of the bed. She wasn't bound!!

She was standing next to him, wearing a soft satin dressing gown, sitting on the edge of the mattress, she leaned towards him, bringing a water bottle to his lips.

He hadn't realized how parched he was until he felt the cool liquid touch him and he began to drink thirstily, without thinking, gulping down several mouthfuls before he realized what had happened. Turning away from the bottle, water poured out onto his face, neck and shoulders, but he ignored it.

"You drugged me!" he accused, in a combination of incredulity and anger. The brief moment of guilt that washed over her face was all the confirmation that he needed. They'd known each other too long for him to miss that expression. "Valerie, what going on here?!?!" Tugging at his bonds, he demanded, "Untie me right now?"

She said nothing, having grabbed a towel to wipe up the spilt water, refusing to look at him. Now that her plan was being played out, she had reservations. It was all working exactly the way she had imagined it would except that she hadn't imagined feeling this guilty about the sedative she'd given her husband and the tieing him up to the bed. The tone in his voice did that for her.

Still, she'd resolved that this was the only way to get what she wanted and she wasn't about to back down now. With a slow deep inhale, she turned to face him once again, placing a finger on his lips to slow his barrage of questions. To her relief, he was silent, although his eyes still glared at her with a mixture of confusion and anger.

"Mike, this was the only way, " she whispered. "Please trust me, ok?"

"Trust you?!?!" he sputtered. "How can I? The woman I've been married to for all these years has just drugged me and trussed me up like a Thanksgiving turkey and she wants me to trust her?"

Despite his blustering anger, Valerie couldn't help but laugh softly as she surveyed his handsome body, laid out before her loving eyes.

"Honey, ain't never had a Thanksgiving turkey that looked that good!"

While he didn't laugh, he did seem to quiet and relax somewhat. "Sweetheart," he said more quietly, "please tell me what's going on here?"

Slowly her fingers stroked his cheek, tracing the outline of his lips with a gentle finger. "I gave you the sedative so that I could tie you up." She looked into his incredulous eyes. "You never would have agreed, you know."

She was right of course, but what did that matter? Why should she want to tie him up anyway?

"And I tied you up," she continued, "so that I could do what I wanted to do." Her eyes left his as she watched it stroke the smooth hard flesh of his chest. "'Cause you wouldn't let me do that either."

Despite his anger and continued perplexity, her hand gently caressing him as beginning to excite him. He felt the beginnings of swelling in his still flaccid penis and fought to control it. There was no way he was going to....

And then he realized what she was up to.

"You don't intend to....?" And he shuddered. "Val, I've told you....I can't –it's wrong..."

She sighed. "I know....you've told and told me." That hand continued to stroke his body, down his chest, across his belly making the muscles contract involuntarily. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself removed from this kind of attention for very long. "But now you don't have a choice, my love."

Her warm mouth replaced her hand with soft, warm, wet kisses along his chest and onto the taut muscles of his stomach. He held his breath, sure that she was going to make good on her threat right then when she sat up and rose from the mattress. As angry as he was with her, irrationally he wanted her next to him again.

Tucking another pillow under his head, his wife went to stand just off the foot of the bed, well within his line of sight. As she spoke, she began to slowly unbutton each tiny little button on her dressing gown.

"It's been far to many years that you've denied me – denied us – some of the most basic pleasures of married love," she was saying as the shimmering cloth slowly opened in front of his eyes

"I know you have strong reservations about certain sexual practices, even though you offer lip service to 'everything is ok between a husband and wife'..."

Through increasingly parched lips he managed to say, "as long as both agree" even though he couldn't take his eyes off of her hands. Her body was still hidden to him under the soft folds of the gown.

"Yes," she acknowledged, stopping with the buttons at her hips and he felt suddenly impatient. "As you have said. Problem is, it's always been you who has decided what we agree on in this, my dear. And the truth is that I don't agree at all."

Still mesmerized by the movement of her hands, he watched as she pulled the gown off first one, and then the other of her smooth, white shoulders, before letting the entire thing fall to the floor – along with his bottom jaw. 

For under the gown, she was wearing an uncharacteristic under thing – all black lace, form-fitting teddy. The bra pushed her large breasts up into all too tempting mounds and the design fit her curves as if it had been made especially for her. He wasn't entirely sure, but he suspected that there was no crotch to the outfit. Never in his wildest imaginings had he ever thought to see his wife in such a get-up – he had vague memories of rejecting such ideas with her in the past. But now that he beheld the sensual loveliness that she was....well, he was rethinking the idea entirely.

Until she came back to the bed and began kissing him and he was aware of how aroused this whole scene had made him. Despite his best efforts, he was very near being fully hard and feared he was certain where she was headed with this seduction. As her lips left his, wet and swollen from passionate kisses, he tried to talk her out of all this. No matter how his body felt, his mind couldn't accept what was happening.

"Valerie, sweetheart," he whispered as her mouth nibbled at his neck and he could feel the soft scratching of her lace outfit against his chest. "This isn't a good idea....we'll regret it...."

"I doubt it," she mumbled against his chest, her voice rumbling right through him.

"You know how I feel about.. about...what I think you want to do..." His breath caught in his throat as her kisses came very close to the furry trail leading down to his very erect manhood.

She stopped and looked at him, her face glowing and eyes heavy lidded with passion. "Yes I do, my love. I know all to well what you've said all these years and your reasoning behind it. But for good or for ill, we're going to find out for sure today. Because, dear sweet husband, today I am going down on you. I am going to suck, lick and nibble on your cock until its dripping and twitching with need. And we'll see then how you feel about it."

While his mind was shocked by what she said, Mike felt an electric shock run through him, head to toe, at her words. His long time wife had never spoken so coarsely to him yet he had to admit that there was something incredibly erotic to the sound of the words.

The familiar feel of her hands on his erection, stroking him firmly and cradling his balls tenderly, interrupted that train of thought. Despite himself and these unacceptable circumstances, he heard a moan a pleasure escape from his throat. He also felt her mouth smile against his belly where she was currently painting a searing trail with her tongue. As if emboldened by his response, he felt her continue down, closer to his aching manhood. 

"Val..."he heard himself begging, "...please...don't do this..."but something told him it wouldn't do any good. She had long told him she wanted to do this – other things too, but mostly this – and he had always been adamant in his refusal. Somehow he had pushed her to this rash action and he knew her. Once Valerie's mind was made up, there was never any stopping her.

Holding his breath, he felt it happen. She held his cock as she always had, firmly in the grasp of her small hand, when suddenly there was the sensation of something velvety smooth and wet, stroking the sensitive head of his penis. Releasing the air from his lungs in a rush, he gave in to the inevitable. At the very least, he knew she would get it out of her system at last. And at the most...well...it wasn't unpleasant, he had to admit.

In fact, he was having trouble controlling his breathing as she continued to lave his tip, coating it with her warm saliva and then swirling around the contours of his helmet. How was it possible that she'd never done this before? She seemed to know precisely how to tease and torment each intense sensation from him, as her hand continued to stroke his length. 

Mike was writhing on the bed, tugging at the restraints that held him – not sure if it was to be released to end this or to place his hands on her head and guide her in the perfect rhythm upon him. There was no time to wonder at the "right" or "wrong" of what she was doing when she suddenly sucked that was washed head fully into her mouth.

He groaned, his hips lifting off of the bed as she continued to suck on that ultra sensitive tip. He wished he could see her face, know what she was feeling, she seemed to enjoying it so...

As if reading his mind, Valerie shifted her position so that she could look into his eyes and what he saw in hers nearly pushed him over the top! She was loving it! He could see the lust, the intense pleasure this was bringing to her, even as he gave in to all of the sensations. His breathing was ragged and he couldn't contain the urge anymore to thrust up into her. He was close...so close...but to cum in her mouth...

Once again, knowing him as only a loving wife could, she released him with a soft plop and moved swiftly to straddle him, the teddy indeed being without barrier to their pleasure. The wetness he felt as she slid against his throbbing erection just confirmed what he already knew and he bucked hard against her, trying to enter the warm tight place reserved for him and him alone.

Leaning forward, she let the head slide slightly into the warm cradle of her body, she whispered into his ear, her voice hoarse with passion, "next time in my mouth, dear husband."

With that, she drove herself down onto him, taking his full length deeply into her body and holding it there for a bit, grinding herself down onto him. It was more than he could stand and he began to thrust up into her, needing to feel his release, needing to bring her to hers. Her head tossed back and he shivered to hear the soft, keening moan that would soon become a screaming climax. It never failed – the reality of her pleasure heightened his own as his climax exploded into her even as her own imploded upon him. More intense than anything in recent memory, he felt his seed empty deep within her as he remembered her words about "next time".

It seemed like forever before either of them could move again, as she lay collapsed and spend a top her husband's exhausted body. When she did move, it was to untie his bonds and then curl up by his side. 

"I should be furious with you," he muttered, stroking the side of her face

"Are you?" Her eyes searched his.

"Well....no...."he smiled and she relaxed. "We do have to discuss your methods though."

Her lovely head lowered, unable to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry...I didn't know what else to do..." There were unspoken volumes behind that statement that she didn't care to reveal to him. At least not yet. Perhaps in time.

Lifting her face to him, with a finger under her chin, he met her eyes once more. "I know. I'm sorry too."

"So....it was...ok?"

He laughed and pulled her tightly into his embrace. "More than ok, honey. Much more."

"So we can do it again?" She sounded a bit like an eager child who had just discovered the best ride in the amusement park. "Absolutely," he answered. "But next time – "

"I know, I know," she laughed. "No ties."

"And no drugs, right? Ever again." He said firmly and she nodded.

With that she nestled down into his arms, nearly already asleep. As he drifted off, just after her, he found his mind wandering over the sensation of her luscious mouth on him and realized that next time would be sooner than she thought.



Cabin Fever



We’d talked about meeting from the moment we met online. I can remember meeting you as if it had just happened, an electrical charge that sizzled instantly. Within a few days, I knew with utter simplicity that I was yours. I knew it. You knew it. Occasionally, we’d bring the subject of meeting face to face, pondering what we’d feel, and knew that it was something we’d have to do or always wonder.

Over the next two years, we came full circle. We’d been together, then not together yet missing each other. We’d tried to stay apart, and found that the fierce electricity wouldn’t allow a platonic friendship. We surrendered to each other again with a fullness and willingness that was stunning in its clarity. And always, just below the surface, like a glimpse of something precious shining up at our reflection, was the knowledge that we simply had meet. I’d fantasized about seeing you, being able to touch your face, to close my eyes and inhale the scent of your skin. Desire for you expressed itself as I gasped your name at the moment of each swollen, haunted release of orgasm. I unconsciously compared every deep, resonant voice I heard with yours. Ah, your voice. Deep, soft, commanding, full and rounded like ripe fruit, rumbling through the phone. You knew as well as I did that hearing your voice only made me ache for you more. 

Our awareness of togetherness had grown more intense over time. At random times, I’d feel you next to me and know you were thinking of me. I learned to suppress the urge to turn my head, knowing you weren’t really there. Instead, I realized that if I paused and closed my eyes, relaxing into the feeling of you, I could sense you thinking of me. Over time, we’d become so much a part of the other that the distinction of distance had blurred. So when we finally decided that it was time, I was more than ready.

A colleague of mine had mentioned that his family wouldn’t be able to utilize a cabin they’d rented for the weekend and would I like to go. I jumped at his offer. The cabin, he said was right on the lake, high on the mountain. It was like déjà vu, since I’d long fantasized about spending time with you in just such a setting. Discussing it, we knew better than to let such a gift as a weekend together slip through our fingers. It was time.

I arrived the day before you got there. I wanted to be alone, to stock the cabin with wonderful things to eat, and to place flowers and candles everywhere, to wander around and touch things that I knew you’d soon be touching, the miles between us measured in inches, not hundreds of miles. I wanted to create a setting for our memories before the reality of your arrival. Stepping onto the front porch, which wrapped all around the cabin, I sighed. It was so beautiful, the canopy of trees hugging the long, winding dirt road, curving like a woman’s form beneath a lover’s hands. I unlocked the door with fingers that fluttered with excitement and raced through the cabin, peeking into rooms and cupboards, gazing out the windows and dancing around the cabin with utter delight to the rhythm of music only I could hear. It was perfect.

I unloaded groceries and several bottles of wine, along with wet earth-colored bottles of the deep, dark beer I knew you enjoyed, my fingers momentarily curving around the bottle, imagining your hands at the cold glass. Then I headed up the road to sightsee, finding a field of wildflowers in riotous colors, which I carefully picked to set into vases around the cabin. I set candles of every size and color imaginable in every room of the small cabin, inhaling the scent of wildflowers and beeswax, blending with the smell of pine and the lake that lapped at the elevated porch. That night, I sprawled in the bed we’d soon be sharing, barely able to sleep, getting up to gaze out the bedroom windows at the smooth, flat calm of the lake. The night was getting chilly and the moon, fat and languid, was nearly full, and the water seemed lit from within the blue expanse with the setting of mountain behind it. Paradise. 

The next morning, I couldn’t sit still, pacing down the back steps of the deck to the lake, straightening things up, making sure the wine was cold, aching for your arrival. I felt like a kid waiting for her turn on an amusement park ride, sensing each mile between us closing the distance between us. Closing my eyes, I could sense your foot on the gas pedal, wondering all the same things that I was wondering, excited to finally touch, see each other, kiss, love. I sat on the porch in a big Adirondack chair, feet propped up on the railing to knit my latest sweater, stopping every few stitches to listen for you.

I heard the sound of a deep engine, hearing it before I saw it come around one of the dirt road curves. My fingers froze mid-stitch and I closed my eyes again, searching my sense of you for your nearness. The sound of the engine grew louder…closer…nearer, and the hair on the back of my neck prickled. My heart began to pound in my chest. I reminded myself to take a few deep breaths to help steady my nerves. Emerging around through the canopy of trees was your truck, tinted windows darkened so I couldn’t see you. But I knew it was you. I could feel it. As the truck’s door opened, I set my knitting down on the small table, and stood, shaking my long hair away from my eyes. Two feet hit the dirt with a thud that set up a small puff of dust, the door swinging wider. Curiously, my gaze locked on the door closing, unwilling to look higher in case it wasn’t really you. The moment was finally here. And then I looked up.

There was no sound. Not anywhere. It was as if even the birds and the breeze rustling through the tops of the pines, sounding like the whisper of a woman’s silk dress rustling were silent, observing the moment, time momentarily halted as we looked at each other for the first time. And then the world sped up, jerked back to resuming normalcy, and I leaped off the porch, running toward you. Even with a bra, my full breasts bounced, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that each footstep brought me closer to you, your arms spread as wide as your grin, and then I was there, with you, your arms wrapping tightly around me, on tip-topes my face buried in your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin, my arms wrapped around that barrel chest of yours. Two people in love, sighing the sigh that lovers throughout the ages have done when they know they have found home in each other. 

At last, I pulled back enough to turn my face to yours, feeling your large hand under my chin, turning my face up to yours. Mouths finding and seeking that first kiss ached for, longed for. Part of me wondered if I had dreamed of this kiss for so long and so often that it was simply a more realistic fantasy. The feel of the tip of your tongue greeting mine was real. Your lips, soft and full, molded perfectly against mine. I leaned into you as your arms tightened around me, pulling me closer, a low moan escaping me, echoed by your own.

Without words, we turned to the cabin, hand engulfed in yours, fingers twined. Quick gazes at each other, eager to close the heavy wooden door and complete our retreat from anything that didn’t have to do with being alone. Soft strains of 1940s jazz. Rounded, sturdy furniture. You quickly assessed each room you came to, eyes taking in every detail before looking at me again. I couldn’t quite believe that you were actually there, and touched the side of your face, feeling you lean into my hand. Almost roughly, you pulled me into your arms again, my chest pressed hard against yours, and I suddenly I understood the swirling sensation of swooning. With a deep sigh and my knees suddenly weak, I felt your heartbeat against my chest, as rapid as my own. 

I half-wondered if we’d head immediately for the bedroom, but we didn’t. As if we’d simply not seen each other in a while, we headed for the kitchen. I pulled two wineglasses out of the cupboard, watching you deftly get the cork from a bottle of white Zinfandel. You followed me out to the back of the porch, to sit on the deck directly over the water, and finally, as you finished pouring the wine. In unison, we toasted, “To us.”

We stood at the railing overlooking the lake, inhaling the crisp air. It smelled as the mountains do, with the distinctive knowledge that autumn would come soon. In a cocoon of intimacy, we inhaled deeply, smelling the earthy largeness of the mountains, hearing the haunting call of loons, a sure sign of the crisp days approaching.

We began to talk, small banter, speaking of inconsequential things, leaving the true beauty of being together unspoken, for words could not describe something so precious, so soon. The words were formed, said, things we knew we’d not need to remember later, and I knew that we were each focused far more on the sound of each other’s voices, on gazing at the lips saying these things that were the upper crust of the real meaning of the things we were saying. As if one person, we finished our wine and went inside as the shadows were beginning to grow longer. 

Wanting to savor the thought that we had all weekend ahead of us, we preparing a meal of salad, salmon, and steamed asparagus I’d purchased from the little store the day before. Sitting next to each other, thighs and fingers touching while we ate, interspersed with quickly, softly caressing each other’s hands. Knowing we could finally do so, we turned to give and receive gentle kisses that felt all the more miraculous simply because we could. I felt your hand on my thigh as if there were no place else they could possibly belong. Between sips of wine, I reached over to kiss the side of your neck, something I’d longed to do for so long. Dinner finished, we washed the dishes together, taking every opportunity to touch fingers, to smile, to gaze. You studying the green of my eyes, me drinking in the startling blue of yours. 

The water just outside lapped against the pilings, enhancing the sense of slowness, like a movie played so we could pause, breathe, and move again, as you led me to the bedroom. With you behind me, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall to the floor, leaning back to press against you. Turning, your fingers at my shoulders, to pull your shirt up and off, dropping on top of mine. My white bra between us, moving closer to hold each other again, the feel of your lips on my neck, your hands pushing my hair back, smoothing down my back to unclasp the fabric between us. I gasped in pure tactile pleasure as you slipped your fingers under the straps and pushed them down my arms, letting it drop to the floor. Oh, the sight of you, your hands cupping my breasts, leaning down to kiss each nipple, teeth grazing over their hardness. I rubbed my hands at your scalp, rubbing over your so-short hair. I had room only for the sensation of you, your touch, your mouth, engulfed and each movement amplified. 

Scooping me up, my legs wrapped around your waist, you took the two steps remaining to the bed and lowered me down. I lay back, propped my feet at the edge, and lifted my hips while I unbuttoned my shorts, pushing them along with my panties down. As you stood over me, raking your gaze over my body, I knew I should feel some sense of modesty, but I did not. My body was your palette, and we both knew it. No one had ever made me feel the way you do, and there was no room for anything except the throbbing, technical awareness of each other. Your hands stroked from my knees, up the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs further apart, my wetness open to your gaze. Bending as you undid your jeans, your mouth kissed from my navel to the tiny patch of pubic hair that I let grow, keeping the rest shaven and smooth. Your hands swept under my thighs as you kissed everywhere except my pussy. I mumbled, “Tease,” answered only by your throaty chuckle.

Standing again, stroking your hand up the length of your shaft, I slowly sat up and pulled your hips towards me. I pushed your jeans and boxers down, letting my hands smooth over the outside of your hips, your thighs, feeling the muscles tighten as they kicked the fabric out of the way. Shaking my hair back, I leaned forward to return the favor, kissing from hip to hip, tonguing your navel, avoiding even brushing my mouth over your head. Your voice raspy, so deep, you growled “Tease,” as I redoubled my nibbling and kissing.

Pushing me further back, still sideways on the bed, you lay on top of me. The feel of your hard cock against my belly was maddening, my legs around your waist, and I pressed my heels into the back of your thighs, aching to feel your thrust. You answered by kissing me hard, your tongue demanding, breathing becoming more ragged as we kissed. Lifting yourself enough so one hand could roam over my breasts, fingers pinching and pulling my nipples, mouths doing the eternal tango, my moans muffled. My fingers dug into your shoulders and I arched my back, straining to get closer to you. I could feel both your steel-hard cock and my pussy juices overflowing, my body primed and ready, at once ready to beg and willing to do whatever it took to get you inside of me. 

Your hand left my breast and you lifted just enough to guide your cock just barely inside of me. Rubbing your head back and forth over my clit, you whispered, “You want this?”

“Yessssss,” I groaned.

“I don’t think you want it so badly. I’ll ask you again, do you want this? Do you want my cock?” pushing against my clit before suddenly thrusting two fingers inside my pussy. The immediate rush of pleasure was overwhelming and I arched my back hard, thrusting up to meet your fingers, pushing your cock harder against my clit. I dug my fingernails into your back and gasped. I knew what you wanted to hear, and I wanted to hear you say what you wanted. “Say it,” you said fiercely, kissing me hard and quick, stabbing your fingers in and out of my pussy, “say it NOW.”

Feeling myself already beginning to cum for the first time, I groaned, “Fuck me…fuck me nowwww.” The powerful surge of my orgasm zinged through my body as your fingers swept repeatedly over my g-spot, and I gushed hard, my clear juices like both musk and sugar water, collapsing back while aching for the next one, wanting your cock inside me with an intensity that engulfed me. Marveling at the way you could bring me to an orgasm in seconds, I pulled you hard and fast to me, my teeth at your neck, biting you gently before hissing into your ear, “Take me, fuck me, is that what you want me to say?” My tongue licked at the shell of your ear. 

“No,” you said, “you know what I want you to say,” as your fingers continued to thrust inside of me, your cock rubbing against my belly. Again my back arched, my desire fiery alive, and I gasped, “I love you, I am yours, only yours, and only your fucking me will do.” And with one quick stab of your fingers, you pulled them out and I felt your cock at my entrance, throwing my head back, my hands at your back, fingers splayed, digging my heels now into the bed.

I felt your cock as if it were binding the two of us together and I couldn’t feel anything except a swollen, surreal sense of you, of me, of blinding, aching desire as you pushed your way inside my soaking wetness a fraction of an inch at a time until you were half-way in. Panting hard, you pulled almost all the way out and I wanted to cry, near begging for more release. And then you slammed your way inside my pussy, my walls stretching, the sensations of your cock filling me, thrusting, buried to the hilt sending me over the edge again as a new wave of orgasms toppled me, thrusting madly against you, our hips crashing together, pulling apart before ramming together. The feeling of your cock made me clench my pussy muscles taut, clamped around your shaft like a vise. Our moans and panting became even more primal, the heat almost unbearable, a thin glaze of sweat, the smell of man/woman coupling, driving your cock inside me harder and faster, each wave of orgasms making me cry out. I could no longer tell where I ended and you began.   

Arching your back, you growled, “gonna cum” before redoubling the speed of your thrusts and I clenched at your cock inside harder than before, feeling my own orgasm beginning to explode. 

The pause. The utter pause of breathing, the moment of absolutely no movement, the inability to so much as stir, and then taking great gulps of air, feeling you collapse on top of me, my legs falling limply to either side of you. Panting hard, interspersed with “whewwwwwwwww”s and hoarse chuckles. The sounds and faint stirrings of well-fucked lovers. A cool breeze rolled through the open windows from the lake, and my face reddened in the dark, grateful that there were no neighbors nearby to hear my vociferous passion. You grunted contentedly and rolled off me, the instant feeling of loss as your cock left my pussy. I stretched across your body, hand groping at the night table for a bottle of water, which we took turns gulping, slaking the thirst that follows intense lovemaking. Small chortles, blowing cool air on each other’s bodies, little nips and kisses, before you held your arm out. With a satiated smile, I moved into the crook of your arm, curling sleepily next to your body, my arm slung over your belly.

As I dozed off, I thought of the weekend ahead of us to do and try everything we’d talked about during the constraints of the miles between us. I contentedly mused at the weekend ahead, with hours of conversation, playfulness, heated debates, and flirtatious double-entendres. I thought of companionably hiking in the mountain across the lake, and fish to be lazily caught for supper. As I fell asleep that night, I murmured was, “I love you,” which you gently echoed back to me as I drifted off in the safety of your arms.



Cabin Fever



"This movie sucks," he whispered and stared into her serene brown eyes. "Why the fuck did you pick this?"

She suppressed a frown and shrugged. "The commercials made it look good."

"Well fuck this shit," he growled and thrust back in his seat uncomfortably. "This blows."

"Shh," she whispered back and patted his shoulder. "It'll get better. It has to, right?"

He shrugged and rubbed his palms slowly over his face. "It can't get worse, babe."

"I know, Paulie, I know," she sighed and leaned her head on his broad shoulder. "But I don't want to leave. We'll have to make people get up and..."

Her boyfriend nodded. "I know, baby. I'll suffer through it."

Jen reached her hand out for his, and intertwined her fingers with his long, masculine ones. They watched in silence for twenty more minutes, occasionally laughing at the ludicrousness of the film. Every now and then she'd turn her head up to glance at his expression, staring blankly at the screen. In fact, it wasn't until the film's second sex scene that she realized her boyfriend was even still awake.

"Paulie?" she whispered gently as the bodies on screen slammed against one another.

"Mmmyeah?" he groaned, blinking his eyes slowly.

She smiled at him, trying to add a hint of suggestive tease to her face.

"What?" he grinned.

"Nothing," she shrugged and patted his large thigh.

He grinned as she began to massage his leg. "Babe?"

She winked.

"Baby, not here."

"Why not?"

"There are people over there," he blushed and motioned toward the end of their row. "We cannot have sex right now!"

Jen giggled and smacked his chest. "I don't intend to have sex, baby."

Paul cocked an eyebrow.

"Play along," Jen smirked. "And be very quiet."

As Jen's hand returned to massaging his leg, now underneath the hem of his shorts, he tried to swallow down the huge lump in his throat. God, she was making him so horny and he had no choice but to be quiet. Any sound would alert the entire theatre to their activities. Even a quick gasp of breath, he realized, would turn unwanted attention in their direction.

"Oh fuck," he gasped as her tiny hand snaked up the leg of his baggy shorts and grazed his most sensitive parts.

"Shh," she giggled. "You're too loud."

"I can't..." he stammered, trying to adjust in his chair. "I can't fuckin help it."

"Well, hush," she demanded as she reached with her other hand to unzip his fly. "I don't want anyone turning around to stare."

Paul nodded and reclined further back into his seat, outstretching his legs to give her better access.

"Good boy," he heard Jen whisper as he shut his eyes and tried to focus. He felt her hand coax his hardening member from his boxers, felt the cool air on his skin as she freed him from the confines of his clothing. 

"Relax," she whispered. "You're not even breathing."

Paul groaned. "I can't."

"Why not?" she giggled softly.

"Just...keep going," he growled and shut his eyes tightly.

Jen shrugged and wrapped her hand around his now fully erect length. "I haven't even done anything yet."

She heard him make a noise deep inside his throat, and giggled to herself as she slowly began to run her hand up and down his length. She pulled away for a moment, making a scene of licking her hand before returning it to his warmth.

"Fuck," he sighed. 

"You like?" she whispered.

He nodded, his eyes still shut tight.

Jen smiled at his obvious enjoyment, wrapping her hand around him for the second time and sliding it slowly up to twist over the head of his erection. Her strokes were slow, languid, bringing low growls from deep inside his body. She felt herself growing increasingly moist with each of his animalistic grunts, wanting to feel his thickness filling her petite body. Her own pleasure seemed to propel the vigorousness of her strokes, and without even realizing, she had began to fist him with incredible speed and strength.

"Slower," he growled gently. "I'm gonna cum."

She nodded and increased her pace.

His eyes shot open. He stared into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of confusion and horror. "Jen, fuck."

"Do it, baby," she teased.

"Not here," he whined as he felt his body headed for oblivion. 

She knew he was helpless as his hips thrust forward, driving his length roughly against her hand. She giggled as his orgasm overtook him, a soft roar vibrating his lips against her ear, his release coating the seat in front of them.

"Paulie?" she whispered as he lay silently in his chair.

His eyes opened and peered up at her. "Yeah?"

"We made a mess," she snorted, gesturing toward the desecrated chair.

"No problem," he sighed. "Clean it up."

"You want me to?" she cooed.

He nodded and watched as she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the metal backing of the seat.

She turned to face him in the dark, grinning as she licked her lips slowly.

"That's so nasty," he groaned, running a finger across her cheek gently. "You're such a whore."

"You love me for it," she beamed, leaning back into her chair and helping him to re-zip his shorts.

"I do," he growled in her ear. "So very much."

She blushed.

"Let me take care of you," he whispered.

"Maybe next time," she frowned. "Right now I have my visitor."

"OH GROSS!" he nearly shrieked.

"PAUL!" she hushed. "You want to get us thrown out?"

He shrugged. "I wouldn't mind it. This movie really blows."





Cabin Fever



The decision was made and we decided to take a long weekend to the cabin in the mountains. I saw you smile at the mention of the cabin and the idea of spending some time in the mountains away from the loud noises of the city. The cabin was situated on a plateau where the scenery was spectacular no matter what time of year. It would be the perfect place to get away for a short time and spend some time together.

The car ride to the cabin was filled with listening to my assorted mix of music on the car’s CD. I had recently burned a few CD's with music I enjoyed. As the sounds of Madonna, Louis Armstrong, The Bee Gees, Blood Sweat and Tears, and Chicago filled the car, I thought of you and me lying naked together, softly touching and kissing as we took our time making sweet erotic love in the cabin. From time to time I looked over at you, drinking in your supple body as you sat there, eyes closed, dreaming of something. I wondered what you could be thinking as your lips curled into that cute smile that always warmed my heart. I didn't bother to ask, content to think that your thoughts were on the upcoming weekend and our time together.

Springtime started to color the landscape as flowers and trees bloomed all around us. Daffodils and Dogwoods bloomed along side the winding road giving evidence that another winter had passed. There is still a nip of cold air and the clouds above us gave an indication that rain was on the way. The sun was just beginning to set over the mountain top when we arrived in the early evening at the rustic cabin.

The cabin had a musty smell from being closed up all winter. I open a few windows in the living room to try and get some of the fresh outside air to move into the house. I start a fire in the old stone fireplace that had warmed us over the years. As the fire roars to life, I walk into the kitchen looking for one of the bottles of Merlot we brought with us. Seeing you standing at the sink with your cute buns outlined in your tight jeans staring at me, brings a stirring to my loins. I have a sudden desire to hold you in my arms and feel your body against mine. Quietly, I walk up behind you, pressing my body into yours, putting my arms around your waist. I feel you respond when you push your ass back into my crotch, wiggling it against my manhood. My lips find the back of your neck, lightly kissing your delicate skin as I smell your perfume which still lingers. The smell is intoxicating to my senses and as I kiss your neck lightly, I hear a soft moan from your throat. I want you now and I silently convey this thought as I pull your hips back against me. The smell of your perfume and the closeness of you, causes my pulse to race a little faster.

You push your head back against my kisses and when you turn it slightly toward me, my lips are there to capture yours. The soft gentle feel of your lips touching mine enflames my desires. My tongue licks slowly at your lips, moving from side to side, tasting and tempting you to push your lips harder against mine. My hands slide upward along your sides to cup your breasts as my hips slowly grind against your ass, telling you of my desire for your body. I feel your nipples harden inside your bra as my fingers rub them, teasing them to their full hardness.

My body betrays me and I feel your ass push against my now growing hardness. I want to see your naked body. I want to touch it and kiss each tender part of it with my lips. When our lips part, I kiss your cheek, slowly working my way to your ear lobe. Taking it into my mouth, I tug on it as my tongue lightly licks on the fleshy skin.

"Come with me" I whisper into your ear.

"Where?"

"To the living room. I want to see your naked body in the firelight."

"Mmmmm. And what else do you have in mind?" you say with a mischievous smile.

"You'll have to come with me to find out." I reply, taking you by the hand and leading you out of the kitchen.

In the living room, I again take you in my arms, feeling your body meld to mine. I enjoy the feel of your breasts when they push against my chest as our lips touch again. Our kiss now is more intense, more demanding. My lips crush a bit harder against yours and my tongue snakes out to explore your mouth. You open your mouth wider as if to invite my tongue deeper. I push it further into your, feeling your mouth suck at my invading tongue, trying to pull it in further. 

My hands roam over your body, feeling your soft supple curves and the firmness of your ass. I cup both cheeks, pulling you against me so that you can feel my arousal for you. Squeezing them, I feel your butt muscles tighten as I slowly massage them. I feel your hips gyrate slightly against my hardness, teasing it to grow larger.

My senses are becoming more enflamed as we tease each other. I want to see your nakedness. I want to see you without your clothes so that I may better touch and tease your body to sexual arousal. I move my hands to unbutton your flannel shirt but you put your hands on mine, stopping my progress to undress you.

"Sit on the floor Rick and I'll strip for you" you whisper pushing my hands away and smiling seductively.

"Mmmm I think I'm going to like this" I said sinking to the floor at your feet.

"Before I take off my clothes, I want you to take off your clothes for me. I want to see your hard cock while I strip for you" you say with a sexy smile.

I can’t argue with you on this matter and I quickly fumble with my shirt buttons, practically ripping them off. Pulling off my shirt, I watch your eyes light up with approval when you see my bare chest. Lifting my ass, I undo my belt and pull my jeans off as fast as I can. When I look up into your eyes, I see the lust building. My body feels the heat of the fire, but I hardly notice as my whole body is beginning to heat up with lustful desire.

"While I undress for you, I want to see you play with your hard cock."

I feel a bit shy as I watch you standing before me with your hands on your hips, waiting for me to touch myself. I knew there would be no way I wouldn’t play with my cock because at that moment, I would have done almost anything for you as long as you were going to bare your body for our pleasure. I reach down, placing my cock in my hand, feeling its hardness. I start to slowly stroke it, watching you nod with approval of my decision. You smile, watching transfixed, as I rub my shaft to its full hardness for your viewing pleasure. I feel it throb a little as the anticipation of seeing your body revealed to me gets closer.

You stand with your legs slightly spread, hands on your hips. As if to tease me, you move your hands up the flannel shirt, cupping your breasts, sighing with wanton sensuality. You close your eyes, moaning softly as you please your own body. I want to jump up and tear your clothes off your body as I watch you swivel your hips just a few feet from my face. Slowly and without fanfare, you begin to unbutton the shirt that has been hiding your body from my sight. My cock hardens as my mind conjures up images of your naked body before it is even revealed.

Your white lace bra is exposed as you pull your shirt open, pulling it off your shoulders. You look at my cock, licking your lips, as you begin to unbutton your jeans. I hear the sound of the zipper being pulled down and my eyes are riveted on your hips, waiting for you to reveal your treasure to my eyes. It seems to take a long time as if you are moving in slow motion to some music in your head.

"Is your cock hard for me? I like the way you stroke it Rick. Do you want to fuck me?"

"I want to see you totally naked. And yes I want to feel my cock in your pussy, Katherine."

I watch fascinated as you wiggle your hips seductively, pushing the jeans off your hips. I moan when I see your white bikini panties, stroking my cock a bit harder. When you step out of the jeans, I watch your hands go back to your breasts, squeezing them for my delight.

"Do you want to see my tits?"

"Yes" I say, feeling my mouth go dry.

"What are you going to do with my tits?"

"Katherine, I'm going to slowly suck on them until your nipples are hard and you’re moaning for me to fuck you." 

"Mmmmm. I like the thought of you sucking my nipples Rick. I want you to suck them until my nipples hard"

You move your hands to undo the front clasp. I wait with anticipation, realizing that I am stroking my cock faster but not really caring as your body is revealed to me. You fasten your eyes on my hand movements, smiling as you pull your bra apart, revealing your breasts to me. My cock twitches and I feel a tingling in my balls as I stare at your striking breasts and nipples. With your bra removed, you place your hands on your exposed tits, slowly rubbing and squeezing them, before taking the tip of the hard nipple between your fingers and lightly pulling and twisting them. I hear the moan escape from your lips and you close your eyes to drink in the sensations you feel in your body.

You keep one hand on your breast as the other slides over your stomach to the top of your bikini panties. You look down at me with a sensual look on your face as I sit paralyzed watching you push your hand inside your panties. I see the movement of your fingers searching lower until I hear a loud groan when your fingers find the spot you were searching for.

I don't know how long I can sit before you, watching you pleasure yourself. I only know that my cock is now aching from the hot show you are putting on for me. You open your eyes, look into mine, telling me that the fun was only beginning. Pulling your fingers from your pussy, I see the glistening wetness on them as you move them closer to your mouth. As you lick some of the juices from your fingers, you move closer to me so that your pussy is only inches from my face. You lick your fingers lightly and then offer them to my mouth.

I smell you on your fingertips as my tongue licks some of the sweet nectar. I slowly suck them into my mouth, wanting to taste you, to suck on your fingers that had just dipped into your honey pot. You push them into my mouth deeper as if they are small cocks and you are fucking my mouth. I suck on them as they invade deeper into my mouth, letting my tongue slide over them, cleaning the juices from your fingers.

Pulling the fingers from my mouth, I feel your hands on the back of my head, pulling it closer to your sex. It is all said without words, I know what you want and I'm only too eager to please you. I allow my head to be drawn to the triangle between your thighs, smelling the aroma of your excitement. You don't have to pull very hard as my face knows the way.

I lick at the inside of your thighs which are spread before me as your straddle my body. Licking lightly along the inside of your thighs, I feel your body sway slightly from the feather light touch. When I kiss and lick my way to your covered pussy, I press my tongue against the thin material, tasting your wetness on them. You apply more pressure to the back of my head, silently requesting that I lick up and down your labia. The heat radiating from your sex mixed with your juices, makes my head swim with wanton passion.

Licking up and down your wet panties, brings more moans of pleasure from your throat. But I want more. I want to taste the real you, not just through your panties. Gently stroking your thighs with my fingers, I move them to the top of the panties and pull them off. You gasp when you feel my lips lightly touch the bare outer lips of your sex. You moan louder as my tongue slips between the outer barriers, tasting the richness of your nectar. You move your hips in time to my licking, guiding my head to the places you like to be licked and kissed. My cock, dangling below, is hard as a rock awaiting his turn at your glistening pussy.

You keep my head buried between your thighs, applying the right amount of pressure to make sure I cover all the right places. My hands, now between your thighs, help by guiding your ass tighter against my face. As I lick your mound, I feel your legs shake a little from the sexual pleasure. My tongue finds your pearl and I flick at the swollen knob causing your hands to hold my head tighter against your mound. I lick around the little knob, increasing the pressure of my tongue on the soft flesh surrounding it. Every so often, my tongue makes contact with your clit and I hear your moans of sensual delight.

I don't want to leave your slick pearl but I feel my head being pushed downward towards the opening of your sex. Licking at the slick flesh, I soon feel your opening at the tip of my tongue. Licking around the rim, I slowly push my tongue into your waiting sex as far as it will go. I think your knees have given out when I feel you rotate your pussy on my tongue. My tongue jabs in and out quickly, fucking your pussy like a small penis. You gyrate above my face, groaning each time my tongue slides deep within your hot tunnel.

"I want to fuck you" I hear you call out from above.

You pull your hot pussy away from my face, sliding your body down in front of me until you are straddling my thighs, your legs wrapped around my waist and your arms around my neck. My face still wet from your juices, moves to cover your breasts with light butterfly kisses. I want your tits in my mouth and I pull you toward me so I may indulge in kissing them. My lips move lightly over your soft flesh until I feel a rock hard nipple pressing against them. I open my mouth only wide enough to suck on the tip, letting my tongue flick across its hardness. You moan, pulling my head harder against your swollen breast as if telling me it's feeding time. I take my time sucking on the hard nipple before sliding my lips across your cleavage to the other delectable treat. You squirm in my lap, making sure I treat the other breast with the same loving care I showered on the other.

My hands roam over your body from your tight ass to your shoulder blades, lightly caressing your skin as I gently pull your body closer to mine. I feel your heat so near to me, filling my senses with sensual pleasure. My lips leave your breasts, kissing and sucking on your skin until I reach your neck, where I suck some of your soft skin into my mouth, hard enough to make you moan, but soft enough not to leave any tail tell signs that my lips had been there. Our mouths meet again but now there is the undeniable lust that is boiling in our bodies. As I kiss you harder, I feel your breasts rubbing against me, exciting me more. My hard cock rubs your ass as you twist suggestively in my lap, knowing that the time is near.

"I want you inside me" is all you whisper breathlessly when our lips part.

There is no other message that we need to convey to each other. We both know that now is the time we have both been waiting for since we had left the city far behind. Shifting my weight to rest on one arm, I grasped my hardness in my hand, slowly rubbing it over your wetness before entering your sex. As I wet my cock with your juices, I feel your hands pull on my neck with anticipation of my entry into your body.

There can be no more waiting for both of us. I push the head of my cock against your tight opening and feel it open as a flower does to the morning sun. The heat of your sex is at first intense on my sensitive head, sending shivers of lust throughout my soul. You push your womanhood downward, capturing my manhood deep inside you. I moan with exquisite delight as my cock slides deeper within you until it can go no further.

This position is not meant to be one where one partner controls the other but instead it is one where they share a mutual movement of their bodies together as one. With my cock embedded deep inside you, I feel your vaginal muscles begin to work their magic on the welcomed intruder. Our bodies rock slowly together in harmony, teasing the other to a higher awareness of our impending orgasm. I squeeze your ass urging you rotate your hips in my lap. Your motion causes my cock to slide inside you but remain safely lodged as your muscles squeeze lovingly around my hard muscle, trying to milk my offering from deep within me.

The fire crackles as the burning logs sends its heat into the room. But we no longer need the heat of the fire to stoke our fires. We have ourselves, intertwined together, breathing heavily as we approach the pinnacle of our lust for one another. A cool breeze blows in the open windows and the sound of rain can be heard in the trees outside.

You begin to bounce a bit harder on my cock, swaying backwards and then forward again all the while hanging onto my neck for support. My cock, now very sensitive, feels every motion of your pussy. I struggle to maintain my position as you breathe harder into my ear as you hang on tightly, pressing your warm body against mine. My hips begin to jerk involuntarily from the ever increasing pressure you are exerting on my stiffness. I want to feel you suck the juice from my cock, filling you until you overflow with my sperm.

"I want to feel you cum on my cock" I whisper between ragged breaths.

"Ohhhhh Ahhhhh" is the only words that escape your lips as your body stiffens.

I pull your ass up and down, encouraging you to let go, to let your juices soak my cock. You stiffen and your body jerks in small spasms. You grab me around the neck as if holding on for dear life as your body shakes with the oncoming climax. You quiver uncontrollably for a few seconds, feeling the sensations of your orgasm wash over you.

Feeling your pussy quiver around my cock brings louder moans from my lips. Your warm juices, coating my cock have sent me over the edge. I hold you tight as my body reacts to your pussy's massage, sucking the sperm from deep within me into your waiting pussy. 

I moan "Aghhhhh yeaaaaa" as my cock seems to explode, sending my seed into you to mix with yours. My body spasms, my hips jerking back and forth as each load empties into you. I feel sweat pouring from me as my cock spasms inside you. 

We continue to hold each other tight, letting our bodies merge as one. I find any spot on your body and kiss it as if thanking you for allowing me to express myself to you. Your breathing begins to become more regular and I feel my cock begin to shrink. Pushing me back on the floor, you kiss my lips softly. Holding you on top of me, we hear the intensity of the rain increase and the sound of heavy raindrops hit the roof above us. We lay on the floor awash in the glow of the fire in the fireplace and our own expended passion.

I know we will get up and go to bed, holding each other under the blankets, but for now we are content to lie naked, listening to the fire wood crackling and the rain outside. 

Not the end but only the beginning of a long sensual weekend of lust and love.



Cabin Fever



I awoke with his cock rubbing against my lips. I opened my eyes and saw my husband, David; standing on my side of the bed with his hard cock in is hand. I immediately took him in my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his stiffness.

Without realizing it, he had already pulled the sheet off of me. I only realized it when he began massaging my inner thighs and lightly brushed against my bush. I gently pulled him out of my mouth and whispered, "I like waking up like this." He replied, "Wait until I really wake you up!" He climbed on top of me and after sucking my nipples for a few minutes he lifted himself up and slowly entered me. With each inch penetrating me, I began to moan louder and louder. He felt so good; all eight inches of him! We moved together like two dancers in unison. Slowly, at first and then faster as he inched deeper inside of my wet, wet pussy. I was ready and he knew it. He sat up, reached out both of his arms and began massaging my breasts, pulling at my hard nipples. My pussy was tightening around his cock, then released. My back arched, my head rolled back and I yelled out with pleasure. He loved to hear me cum. 

He pulled out and told me to stay where I was. He rolled off the bed and then gently pulled my head close to his body. He was stroking himself. (I loved watching him!) I knew what he wanted and was happy to abide. I opened my mouth wide, my tongue out, not wanting to miss a drop. He moaned, and then exploded into my mouth. His warm, sweet, tasty cum lingered on my lips. When he saw me lick it off, he reached down and kissed me hard on the mouth, he began to lick my lips. "I love the taste of cum", he said. "You can have all you want tonight", I replied.

Tonight. We had been waiting for tonight for weeks. A month ago David and I went on a cruise. We met a couple that we had a lot in common with. We had a lot of the same interests, including having lots of sex. On the cruise, we got to know each other pretty well. We invited them to our cabin in the mountains. We would be spending the weekend getting to know each other better.

David and I got to the cabin around 3:00 pm. We wanted to get everything ready. You know, the usual stuff. Making sure the Jacuzzi was working properly, the cameras had film in them, the toys had batteries, lots of condoms and of course plenty of massage oils.

It was 5 o'clock when Mike and Jenny drove up. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I looked over and saw Dave's pants expand. We both smiled at each other. We were very horny and hoped they were too!

Mike helped Jenny out of their car. Her short, white, clinging dress, looked fabulous next to his black Porsche. It was a low cut halter dress. Her 36C breasts, so round and tan looked delicious seeping out of the sides. It was also very sheer. I could tell she was wearing nothing underneath and when our eyes met she knew that I wanted to taste her. I turned to look at Dave and knew he wanted to take her right there. "You'll have to wait until I show them around first and then you can fuck her tight little pussy as much as you'd like", I said. He just smiled. 

After all the welcoming and showing around we invited them into the Jacuzzi. We all changed into our bathing suits. I wore the one that Mike had liked when we were on the cruise. It was a mint green bikini. The thong showed off my tight round ass. The top was the adjustable kind that you can make to either show as much or as little as you like. Since we were not out in public, I did what I usually do and didn't bother putting on the top. I like seeing people's reactions (men and women) when they see my 38D breasts. I could tell they were pleased. 

Jenny had a black string bikini. When she stepped into the Jacuzzi, she pulled the strings on both sides of the bikini bottom and it fell into the water. We were all able to see her freshly shaven pussy before her body submerged into the water. "I guess there is no need for this", she said as she pulled off her top. I followed by removing my bottoms. The men hadn't bother wearing anything when they got in.

After being in the tub for a few minutes, I reached over and took one hand from Mike and one from Jenny and placed each hand on a breast. I then took turns kissing them. As they massaged my breasts, their other hands began to massage my pussy. David sat back and was stroking his ever-growing cock, when suddenly a hand reached over to begin playing with it. It was Mike. He still had one hand on my breast, while now playing with Dave. Dave took his hand away and started hunting for Jenny's pussy.

We took turns massaging each other and reacquainting ourselves with those wonderful body parts that were still hidden under the hot, bubbly water. David suggested we head upstairs. Upstairs, where the California King Bed was, where four different video cameras were set up to capture our escapades at various angles. The only thing David and I liked better than watching ourselves in the bedroom, was watching us with another couple.

I started by giving David a long, soft kiss. I moved on to Mike. While kissing him, I began stroking him. I got down on my knees and began licking his smooth balls. Taking both of my hands and massaging them at the same time as I sucked. Moving up his shaft I felt him twitch. He really liked having my tongue glide over his member. Wrapping it around him as if I were licking a Popsicle and trying to get every last drop before it melted. I moved up to the tip where I ran my tongue in circles. He oozed a little. When I pulled away we could all see the string between my lips and his head. In unison, we all four said, "Mmmmmm". I then took him in my mouth. I could feel him touch the back of my throat. I pumped him in and out of my mouth. 

I lifted my eyes and looked at David. I could tell he wanted to join in on the fun. He lowered himself next to me. I pulled out let David have his turn. He too began by licking Mikes' balls. Jenny lifted me up and we began running our hands all over each other while watching the men. David lifted his neck and ran his tongue up the shaft of Mike's penis. It was a fantastic sight. Jenny said, "Let me see you suck him, Dave". Dave obliged. He began sucking the tip and then took him in deeper.

This went on for a few minutes and then Mike pulled away. He walked over to the chair and motioned for Dave to sit. Dave obeyed. Mike started by massaging Dave's inner thighs. He ran his hands up and down Dave's chest and gently took his cock and rubbed it across his lips. Dave smiled, took Mike's head and pulled it down. Mike opened his mouth wide and took all of Dave in. 

As much as Jenny and I enjoyed watching the men, we had other things on our mind; like eating each other. I pulled Jenny onto the bed and we positioned ourselves into the 69 arrangement. Her freshly virginal pussy was so smooth and her juices tasted yummy. With each lick I got more and more turned on. I couldn't wait. I came in her mouth. I could tell she liked it because she moaned a little louder. I took my finger and began fucking her. She yelled out, "Yes!" I could feel the men watching us. Wondering what they were up to, but too absorbed in my own pleasures now. I stuck another finger in her. She moaned. As I stuck the third finger in I ran my tongue across her clit. I knew it wouldn't be long...her warm, fragrant juices flowed into my mouth. I lapped up all of her juices. Knowing I could have more, but feeling as if this would be the last time, I remained there for several minutes. 

I lifted my head and saw that the men had now joined us on the bed. They were stroking each other's cocks and running their hands over Jenny's breasts. Mike began kissing me. He lowered my body onto the bed and feeling how wet I was, climbed on top of me. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me." I moaned. He entered me slowly. My pussy adjusted for this new cock. Dave was standing next to me watching and rubbing his member along my cheek. I turned and took him in my mouth. Jenny was behind Mike, playing with his ass. She then came over and took David by the hand. They walked over and stood behind Mike. I watched the expression on Mike's face. I could tell that Dave was slowly slipping into Mike's ass. I smiled. Mike smiled back. Dave was inside him now. Slowly pumping his big, hard cock into Mike. As he went deeper into him, Mike would go deeper into me. 

Jenny was running her hands all over my body. "Sit on my face. I want to eat that tasty pussy of yours again." I said. She climbed on top of me and holding onto the headboard began rubbing her clit across my tongue. I reached my arms up and grabbed her breasts. Squeezing her nipples, I could tell that we would both be satisfied again in a matter of seconds. I heard Mike say fuck me harder to Dave. As Dave did, Mike began fucking me harder. I was ready. "I'm coming!" I screamed in ecstasy. As I said this, I could feel a warm stream of sweet juice trickle down my throat.

Jenny climbed off and once again I could see Dave behind Mike. He had a huge smile on his face and I knew he was close. "Yeah, that's it fuck that pussy", I said. I heard Dave say, "I'm going to shoot my wad into your tight ass and then I want you to pull out and come all over her tits." Mike replied, "With pleasure". A few seconds later, David exploded into Mike. I could tell they both were enjoying this. Mike kept fucking me for a little while longer and then I felt him pull away. He sat up, stroked his hard throbbing cock and exploded all over my stomach and tits. Dave and Jenny bent over and started licking it off. I sat up and whispered (loud enough for everyone to hear) into David's ear, "I told you, you could have all the cum you wanted tonight." We all laughed and lay down on the bed. As our hot, wet, bodies touched each other, we knew this was the start of a very good weekend.



Cabin Fever



It was bitter cold. There was a fierce wind coming off the mountains and snow was already falling. Although I put little trust in the weatherman, I knew we were going to see some snow and possibly a lot of it. It always amazes me how soft falling snow can lull you into oblivion then leave you stranded and fighting for your life the next. But I promised you a Christmas at the cabin and with care we could still make it.

Traffic was light, as the storm had kept most indoors. The Jeep was warm and well stocked. I was glad that I added the tire chains and covered the winch as we headed out. Soon the city began to fade into conifer stands that swayed under their coats of snow. It was usually a thirty-minute drive, but today it would take near an hour. Our chatter was light and humorous. We both wanted the privacy and seclusion that the cabin held.

Finally, we reached the pull in to the cabins drive. Well you could call it a drive. In summer, if you were brave and had patience you could drive within a hundred feet of the cabin. Most of the time it was a hike, ATV, or by snowmobile. None of this mattered though as the trip was half the fun.

You headed to the shed and upon opening realized that the snow machines were not there. In fact, one was in the garage at home waiting for a new tread and the other was on loan to a close friend who needed to get his moose hauled out. He had promised to drop it off the day after Christmas. 

You're not planning on hiking in this weather are you?

No, we have the cross-country skis remember. We bought them last year when the skidoo would not start and it took us all day to get to the truck.

We both smile as we remember that day and the poor deer hunter who had quiet a show as we enjoyed the snow. Soon the skis are on and I shoulder my pack. I will have to pull the toboggan too as there is a bit more supplies than I remembered. The snow is getting heavier, but the wind is dying down. Flakes the size of half dollars drift lazily down around us. 

Thankfully there is a decent trail broke by the borrowed snowmobile. We make good time and in under an hour we can see the cabin. To my surprise, there is smoke coming from the chimney. Good ole Gunter, he always came through unexpectedly. He must have made a Quick detour from his moose hauling to warm our cabin and break trail. 

I had made some modifications to the cabin while on my last hunting trip that I had not told you about. I could not wait to see the look on your face. It was an old cabin built into the side of the mountain. Oddly, the back of it was the entrance to an abandoned mineshaft. We used the mine as a storage area, as it was sealed off by a long forgotten cave in about forty yards in. 

The rest of the cabin, made from logs that were hand cut and chinked to keep it sealed against the worst that Mother Nature could through at it. The wooden floor we had added and there was even a heated outhouse now. Something about -7 and the call of nature seemed to say build a heated outhouse. I had hauled in propane tanks to provide the heat for it, and there's a cook stove for summertime fish fry's.

Opening the door, we are hit with a warm wave of air. The old cast iron stove has been well stoked and the cabin is toasty. I begin to store our provisions as you begin to see what we men had done to your cabin during our hunting trip. I hear a squeal as you find the bathtub and gas fired water heater we snuck in. An old claw footed high back tub nearly killed me and did kill the tread on the skidoo as we drug it up the trail. A solar powered pump provides our water, which is now heated making bathing more enjoyable.

Your really going for extra points aren't you.

Well I try; besides, I get to scrub your back and anything else that looks dirty.

You just want to ravage me in new ways I know.

Hey, check out the back porch. We have a new toy.

I had finally finished the wood-fired hot tub. It was project that I saw in woodworker's magazine and had been working on for nearly a year. The well would fill it and then the fire would warm it to a toasty temperature for our bathing pleasure.

You finished it! I thought the termites would eat it before it was ever done, but you did it. No wonder you did not get a deer this year. You must have been here all the time.

Well, I did slave away... but I knew you would reward your hard working man for it. A sly grin spread across my face.

Mmmm daddy has been so good to me, wonder what I can do to pay him back? You grin devilishly back and snuggle into my shoulder. Care to fire that tub up. Sounds kind of nice on this snowy evening.

Sure no problem. It will take a bit for the fire to warm the water, but I think we can find things to do. I put on my parka and head for the woodpile. It does not take long to get a blazing fire going and since the pump fills the tub slowly, the water should warm quickly. I add some large logs and head back inside.

The smell of dinner greats me as I open the door. You have changed into your favorite flannel long shirt and sway before the stove as you complete dinner. Finger foods are in order as we move to the bed. Tender bits of beef and veggies are tenderly fed to one another as we casually dine. 

Is my man ready for dessert? I have something special for him.

Does it involve you? I say with a grin and a laugh.

You bad boy, all you think about is sex. Its Christmas and Santa won't bring you anything if you cant behave.

I do not think Santa has anything I want unless you and he are seeing each other on the side. I really do not think I can handle a three-way with Santa that would ruin my childhood beliefs.

So you just want this all to yourself as you stretch and reveal your neatly trimmed bush. Your skin in sharp contrast to its darkness. Moving you take some whip cream and dab it along your thigh. Oopps, I have made a mess, can you help me clean it up?

I move over and sample the sweetness against your silky flesh. Soft kisses and nibbles soon have you clean, but I continue to explore down your leg to your foot. Kissing atop and then to your toes. Gently nibbling and sucking your pinkie toe and moving ever so slowly across. Purrs and soft moans let me know you are enjoying this. I love to watch you as you writhe in pleasure at each touch. Following along the arch of your foot brings both moans and some giggles. It is a delicate balance here for pleasure and ticklishness. 

Raising your leg and working slowly up your calf. So silky soft and sweet as my nibbles and kisses lazily criss-cross along until I reach the soft, tender area, behind your knee. Your hands slide inside your button up shirt and begin caressing your breasts. Nipples stand like sentries and are buffeted by your hungry fingers. I can smell you sex and see that you are growing wetter with each kiss and nibble. I play a risky game, working you up but keeping on edge without provoking you to take over and get the satisfaction that you want.

Slowing down even more, nipping at your inner thigh, and then kissing each nip as the long journey to your sweetness progresses. A roving hand of yours heads south to give some relief to ache that grows in the depths of your sex. I take it away, suck, and rake each finger with my teeth. Your breathing becomes more ragged as the look of lust and need in your eyes grows. 

Grabbing my hair, you pull me to your awaiting pussy. I can see the dew of need on your tender lips as my tongue slowly extends and tentatively slides across them and then teases your groomed mound. Hips rise to meet my lips and tongue as passions rise. Like a plow in fertile soil, my tongue parts your lips and finds your swollen bud. 

Slowly my tongue circles it's and runs across it savoring its sensitivity. Sucking it gently in and holding it with my lips, while massaging it. Moans grow louder as your pull and massage your swollen nipples. Hands marauding your breasts and then down to pull me ever closer to your center. 

Slow and steady is the pace as the tension builds, each stroke of the tongue like a musicians hand on guitar string. Reverberations crash through your body and each wave brings more pleasure. The edge is growing oh so close as the urgency for release nears. Legs wrap around my head as your sex grinds against my face. To prolong the need by slowing or moving off seems almost cruel. The need for you to fall into orgasms grasp fills me as well.

The rhythm of your body and my tongue unite to create a symphony of pleasure. Soon your body shudders as your legs tighten around me. I am smothered in your honey as you force my tongue deeper inside. Moans transform to shrieks of delight, then to screams of joy. I slow my assault to match your waves and one orgasm tends to fade into the next.

Soon I am forced away from my warm nest, as you can stand no more. Pulling me by the hair, I ascend to your pouting breasts. I great each nipple with a kiss and nibbles, they are so tender and each contact runs through you like electricity. I suckle each and nibble between them. Favoring the underside crease that is so tender as you coo and purr. Your eyes still blaze with passion and need, and that look intoxicates me even more.

Our lips meet and tongue search out each other. They begin to make love in their own way. I feel hands working down to my jeans, which are quickly peeled away. Deftly they search out my cock, which trembles at the touch. Pushing me over you slide slowly south, down my chin and across my chest. Teeth nibble and tug on my nipples that are so sensitive to your touch.

We watch each other, you savoring the need that now fills me and I swept away by your hunger. Hands caress my cock and balls. You love them clean-shaven and they are freshly done so that there is a softness that enhances pleasure for both. Your finger swirls around my cockhead using the Precum for lube. Breath shudders at your expert touch. You smile as your tongue slowly falls further south.

At the base of my cock, you slowly lick upwards to the tip then tease the hole and then nibbling down the shaft. My cock seems to grow even harder as you begin to lick and nibble on my balls, as your hand works my cock. You watch me as your move and slowly slide my cock inside your warm mouth. I shudder at this feeling and the look in your eyes tells me that I am in for pleasures untold. Holding me firm with your lips and teeth while stroking my cock as your tongue winds around its head and length sends me blissfully along. I feel you hand working my base as a finger teases my brown bud. 

I am at your mercy, for you know very well how to extend my orgasm by using pressure and massage. The tender care to my cock is bringing me to my own edge, which you quickly drive away with pressure from behind. I ache for release and my balls begin to throb with need. I writhe in both pleasure and pain. You move quickly on my shaft keeping the feelings alive and the pressure building. You love making me wild with need and then keeping me from cumming until you are satisfied that I have been thoroughly tortured.

I beg for release, Please baby, Ohhhh Yesssss, please let me cum I hiss. 

Mmmm I love it when you beg as you swallow my cock and ravage it with your talented tongue. Finally, the edge is there and you allow me to pass over it. I rise off the bed as my body contracts in rhythm to my pulsating cock. I roar with passions song as you take the onslaught from my cock. I feel like I am floating as my senses overload with pleasure. Slowly you allow me to come down and relent on the sweet torture.

Climbing up we share a kiss as I hold you feebly waiting for my strength to recover. Hey stud, think you can make it to the hot tub?

Well I can try, soon as I can feel my legs again. We both laugh. You move to the side window and can see the steam rising off the water in the tub. Closing the valve as you turn dropping your flannel shirt and striking a come-hither pose. With that, you turn and open the door. A frigid chill meets your body adding Goosebumps to your body. I watch as you slide into the water. 

Mmmm baby come here, the water is divine. I rise, discarding the remnants of clothing, and grab a bottle of Chablis, a couple glasses, and slide in beside you. The water is heavenly in stark contrast to the cold of the night. We watch the snow fall as we sip on our wine. 

This is wonderful, the best Christmas ever my sweet. I cannot believe you got this thing done and even provided me hot water for bathing. I am a lucky girl. 

I am the lucky one. You put up with all my packrat notions and whims throughout the year. You even let me take off several weeks a year for my male bonding, and yet you never complain. I know this cabin is remote and at times better suited to a male, but I want it to be comfortable for you too.

Moving forward, you kiss me and I can taste the wine and our sex on your lips. It is a slow and deeply passionate kiss that seems to warm the water even more. Hands begin to explore again as my cock responds to your touch. Sliding over you straddle me and lower yourself onto my rigid shaft. I can feel you tightness envelope me as you begin to grind. 

We stare into each other's eyes; both lost in passions throws, as I lower my head and suckle your breasts. I feel you nails dig in as you begin to ride a bit quicker. Moans growing louder as your pussy locks around my cock. I cannot believe how tightly you can hold me. Leaning back, you rock and twist as you impale yourself on me. Lost in the feeling your body is wracked by orgasms tremors. Leaning forward as you hold me closer I can feel you hot breath on my neck. Hungry kisses turn to nibbles as you loose yourself and climax. Holding you until the tremors subside then moving you upwards so that I can once again enjoy you sex on my tongue. The cold air and my tongue bring you quickly over the edge again. You pull me deep inside as your body bucks to each stroke. We slide back into the water. 

Falling back, you find yourself once again in the middle of me. Braced on the sunken seat and side I hold you off the bottom. The water makes us weightless and the suspension allows my cock to go even deeper. This new position takes only moments to adjust too, and soon you are riding me hard. Water splashes over the edges and hisses as it contacts the chimney pipe. Thrusting with my hips and back, I lift you nearly out of the water. Gripping my shoulder, you ride me and scream for more. Soon I feel you walls begin milking me and I know that you will soon cross over again. Throwing your head back you cum hard and bit your lower lip as we slow to enjoy the moment. 

Once again, we move to the edge cuddling and enjoying the togetherness as the snow falls. We hold each other and kiss gently as our bodies recover. I feel your hand move down and take hold of my cock. Mmmm this feels good can it play some more, you purr?

I just smile as the kisses become heated again. Climbing into my lap, you slide again onto my cock. This time I stand as you float backwards. Bracing yourself on the bench, I put your legs over my shoulders and begin to move in and out of you in an oval motion. As your legs fall around my waist they lock onto me and I can feel you pulling me harder into you. Soon the water is again whipped into froth as our passion takes us. Releasing me, you spin around so that I can hold your hips as we move. Your skin is slippery, but I hold one the best I can as I move harder and faster. We both moan and purr as we grow closer and closer. My balls begin to tighten as you walls slam down on my cock. I cum hard as you release, both ride out the waves as I slowly fade from my strokes. Sitting back as you sit up I kiss the back of your neck. 

Exhausted by the long week, the skiing up here, and the sex we get out towel off and retire to our soft bed. Pulling you to me, we spoon as sleep takes us away. Peaceful slumber to recharge the batteries of passion for the adventures that will come the next day.



Cabin Fever



PROLOGUE

Gabbie is an amazing woman. We met on-line and shared our many desires through some highly erotic chats and some enchanting correspondence. We were on the same wavelength sexually, remarkably so, in fact. But all good things come to an end as real life trumps cyber life every time. Gabbie fell in love. We drifted apart And I was left me with fond and sexy memories. The following story is based on our chats and letters and captures most of what we both wanted.

GABBIE SPINS HER WEB

Throwing another log on the fire, I briefly catch the lightning quick glare of headlights turning into the driveway. The rental cabin is very remote, the only cabin on a long, winding road up the side of the mountain, so I know the headlights must be you. Going to the front door and opening it just a crack, I see you climbing the stairs towards me. You're completely bundled against the blowing snow, but I know it's you. 

I open the door all the way, allowing you to enter. We stand in the entryway, and I begin helping you remove your outer clothes. Catching sight of your eyes, I grin at you. "What took you so long?" I say teasingly.

"This weather! Traffic is almost at a crawl on the interstate, and then finding this hidden road, and then driving up-hill for the last 3 miles . . ." Your voice trails off as you realize I'm still standing there grinning, proud of myself for having riled you up . . .Dragging me against your chest, you lean down, softly closing your mouth over mine, our lips rubbing together sensuously. After a few seconds I pull away and, turning around, I sashay into the kitchen. You watch me for a few steps before following me. 

"Would you like some brandy, baby?" I ask, stretching to reach the glasses. 

"Yes, whatever you're having," you murmur in my ear, your arms encircling me from behind, holding me close to you. You kiss me on the side of my neck, just under my ear, and I shiver. "Cold?" You ask, running your hand under the front of my black silk pajama top, fingertips tickling along my ribcage.

I shake my head and whisper, "No, I'm not cold." I moan as your fingertips brush over a nipple, and I can feel your arousal starting to grow against the back of my thigh. Pouring the brandy into one glass, I take a sip, and then offer the glass to you. You swallow slowly, your tongue slipping out between your lips to catch a few stray drops. I watch you silently, mesmerized by the sight of your tongue. You lift me into your arms and carry me the few feet to the living area, laying me in front of the fire on a soft, fuzzy rug. You stretch out beside me, and I reach for you, pulling you down into a searing kiss. I'm desperate to feel you inside of me. 

My hands are shaky as I pull your shirt off over your head, and I turn, lying on my side as you pull me against you again. Moving my hand down I feel the bulge in the front of your jeans. I'm impatient to have them off of you, and you take pity on me and undo the snap and zipper. Pushing my hand under the briefs you're wearing I lay my palm flat against the hardness and heat of your cock. I'm still amazed at the thickness, and the feel of the hard ridges where your veins criss-cross along the sides. You moan when I let go, working to remove your clothes entirely. Wiggling and squirming, you try to help me until you finally lie naked beside me. Rolling completely on top of you, I kiss your neck and collarbone, feeling you grow harder.

"Gabbie, let me see you. Stand up and undress for me, slowly," you whisper against my hair. I raise my head and look into your eyes, smiling shyly. Pushing myself up, until I'm straddling you, with one leg on either side of your body, I move my hands slowly up my torso, cupping my breasts through the black silky material. I undo the top button, watching you watch me. I move slowly, undoing all the buttons, and then I let the slippery material slide down my shoulders, baring my breasts to you. My hands again move languidly up my belly, fingertips running softly over the peak of each breast, before pinching them softly. Moaning quietly, I never take my eyes off yours as you watch my hands. I thrust my hips once and your eyes widen, my silk clad pussy moving over your length. Your hands reach for my hips, but I deflect them, holding your wrists in my hands, leaning forward to pin them over your head. You smile at me, and I'm well aware that you're humoring me, letting me hold you down this way. Your strength far outweighs mine, but you're willing to play along, for now. This position puts my nipples within reach of your mouth and you take advantage, lifting your head and licking a small circle around the tight little nub. I gasp, leaning further down, and you take a mouthful of my breast, sucking and biting me softly. I'm bucking my pussy against your hard cock, driving both of us wild with need. You wrestle your wrists from my grasp, and grind out, "Now, Gabbie. I need you now."

Moving off of you, I get up and stand at your feet, slipping my pajama bottoms down my legs, revealing a lacy black thong. I get down on my knees between your thighs and stretch out, trailing small kisses along your lower abdomen and inner thighs. Gently I run my tongue over your balls, taking your cock into my hand. Pumping you along with the motion of my tongue caressing your balls, I can hear your breathing quicken. My fingers are sticky with the oozing precum from the head of your cock. Raising my head and I look into your eyes as my tongue darts out, licking your stickiness from my fingers, sucking each one into my mouth before I lower my head and take your full length into the back of my throat in one thrust. I hear you gasp, and I smile around your cock. Your hands sift through my hair, holding me, gently guiding the speed of my mouth on you. I begin twirling my tongue around the head of your cock with every pass, and I love to feel your reaction as you groan and thrust your hips.

I suck harder, swallowing your cock as I feel you nearing climax. Your whole body is tense and your breathing is coming in gasps. Pulling pull back slightly, I feel your cum streaking the insides of my mouth. Your cock spasms as I enjoy every drop. Keeping you in my mouth, I feel you ride out your orgasm. Your hands loosen in my hair and I let you slip from between my lips.

I move up and lie next to you again, and you turn your face to mine. Your hand holds my chin, and you lower your lips to mine, kissing me softly, gently at first, then forcing my lips apart with your tongue, delving into my mouth, tasting your essence on my tongue. I moan as your hands begin squeezing and pinching my nipples as you roll on top of me. You kiss a wet path down my body, stopping to tease my breasts some more. I'm so consumed with my need for you that I'm panting breathlessly as I feel your lips at the waistband of my thong. You run your tongue across my lower belly, just above the thong. I'm eager for what you're about to do to me, so I lift my hips as you hook your fingers into the sides and pull it down my legs. Lying between my legs, your face is just inches from my aching center. Lowering your head, you kiss my inner thigh, following each soft kiss with a little nip with your teeth. I'm in sweet agony now, dying for you to get on with it. "Joe, please . . ." 

"Please what, Gabbie?" You ask, lifting your head to smile at me. Your hands are tracing circles on my hips, your every touch inflaming me. "Joe, please. . . you know what I want." My voice is thick with need and you respond by sinking two fingers deep inside me, thrusting with excruciating slowness. I'm so wet, your fingers pass into me with no resistance. 

"This? Gabbie? Is this what you need?" You ask, kissing my inner thigh again.

I focus on the sensations of your fingers inside me, but at this pace, I'll never cum. "Joe . . . please, your mouth . . ." I moan.

Lowering your head, you begin to lick slowly along my swollen lips, quickening the pace of your fingers inside me. You continue running your tongue along my wet folds, avoiding my hard, throbbing clit. I feel myself beginning to approach orgasm from your fingers thrusting inside of me, and then I feel the heat of your mouth close over my clit and you suck hard. As I explode beneath you, I soak your lips and chin with my juices as I scream out your name. You finger me and lick small circles around my clit until I push your head away, panting and moaning with every breath. Easing your fingers out of me, you lie beside me, gently guiding me to lie on my side, facing away from you as your wrap your arm over my side and pull my back against your chest. 

Feeling the length of your hardness against my lower back, I reach back to stroke you. You moan against the side of my neck, moving down to line yourself up with my slippery pussy. In one powerful thrust you enter me, and then lie still as you feel the tight heat of my pussy enveloping your cock. We begin moving together slowly, your lips on my shoulders, whispering things that make me moan with anticipation. I push back against you as your hand grasps my breast, toying with the nipple. impaling myself deeper on your cock. We make slow, passionate love like this for a while, but then I move just far enough forward to cause your cock to slip out of me. Enjoying the slow pace of our union, you groan in frustration and try to pull me back into position. Reaching back, I rub your cock along my slippery wetness a few times, getting the head of your cock slick with my cum. You gasp again as you feel me guiding you to my tight, puckered ass hole. I run the tip of your cock over it a few times, spreading my moisture, and then return it to my pussy, taking the full length of your cock into me and then guiding it back to my ass. I push back onto you this time, feeling you fighting to lie still. The blunt tip of your cock is stretching my ass, and I can feel the burning sensation. Moaning loudly, I slowly push down on you until I feel the release of tension as your head slips inside of me. I yell, reaching back and placing my hand on your hip to hold you still as I get used to the feel of you inside me.

After several moments, I move my hand from your hip and take your hand that is on my breast, kissing your fingers. "Go slow, baby . . ." I whisper. You kiss me along my shoulder blades as you push inside of me gently. I moan continuously, enjoying the erotic mix of pain and pleasure. Finally I feel the roughness of your pubic hair against my ass, and I know you're completely inside me. I feel so full, so ready for this. 

You begin slowly pulling out of me, your fingers going to my pussy, softly rubbing along my outer lips, gathering more moisture. You spread it along your cock and push back into me, forcing a long, shuddering sigh out of me. The burning pain is quickly being over run by a deep, sinful pleasure. Every thrust of your cock makes me cry out for more, and you quicken your thrusts, knowing we're both near completion. Your fingers are rubbing obscure patterns over my clit and I'm writhing in intense pleasure, calling out your name as I slip over the threshold into heaven. 

I can feel my ass tightening around your cock with each wave of pleasure that washes over me, and it isn't long before I feel the heat of your cum filling my ass. Tightening your hold on me and pulling me fully against you, you unload into me, grunting and panting against my neck.

We lie entangled like this for a long while, just watching the fire crackle and burn, feeling our heartbeats slow. You kiss my neck as you pull your softening cock from me, and I roll to my back. You take me into your arms again, kissing me deeply. We fall asleep with my head tucked under your chin and our arms wrapped around each other. 

JOE GOES DEEP

I wake up shivering a little and look over my shoulder to see that the fire is nearly out. I get up and rub my hands along my naked body trying to warm up a little. Seeing you lying on the rug in a fetal position, I reach for the blanket on the couch and quickly cover you before going to tend to the fire.

Grabbing a couple of logs from the pile I carefully stoke the fire until it catches and the room begins to glow under the warm light from the fireplace. Glancing at the clock, I see that it is about 3 a.m.

Quickly moving back to the rug, I climb under the blanket to move close to you, snuggling up to your back as you peacefully sleep. I know that you are sleeping but I whisper to you anyway. "Gabbie, thank you for such a wonderful evening. I'm so glad we got this cabin. I like having you to myself, if only for a few days."

As I pull back from your ear, I kiss your neck ever so sweetly, and get a sexy little moan as a reward. Snuggling a little closer, my chest presses against your back and I'll put my upper arm over you. Still sleeping, you nestle back against me in a spooning position, raising your head enough for me to get my other arm under you, and then you lay your head down onto my arm, using it for a pillow.

Holding you like that, I listen to your breathing and feel your body moving with each breath. My hand rests on your breast and I feel your nipple stiffen as your breathing makes it rub back and forth on my hand slightly. Again a little moan. You are so sweet that I can't resist nuzzling your neck, and this makes you snuggle back a little farther and little sweet moans accompany your snuggling.

Feeling your naked body so close to my own, smelling the fragrance of your hair and perfume, listening to your breathing, all these things make me want you again. I struggle with myself. Do I stop my kissing and let you sleep? Or do I continue to try to arouse you?

Finally, I decide that I should let you sleep and let my body relax against yours.

"Why did you stop?" you ask with a voice that sounds half-asleep. "That felt so good."

I answer your question by pulling you even tighter and whispering, "Gabbie, I didn't want to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully."

You answer me by wiggling your butt back against my groin, bringing my cock quickly to life.

"Mmmm," you sigh, "I like the feel of that. I want more."

Chuckling to myself, I kiss your neck again and let my fingers play with your breasts. My lips move down your neck to your shoulder blades and I nibble them lightly with my lips and teeth. Your nipples are very hard and I roll them between my thumb and forefinger, sometimes tugging them lightly.

Your little moans only serve to encourage me. Moving my body downward a little, I let my hardness nestle between your legs. Feeling this you lift your upper leg so that the head of my cock rests at the entrance to your pussy. Now it is I who moans as I feel the heat from your wet pussy radiating out to me.

"Gabbie, how did you get so damn sexy?" I ask as you push back against me, allowing the head of my cock to enter you, just a little bit, causing us both to moan. You giggle and I know that you are fully awake now, and the movement of your body tells me you want me deep inside you.

Thrusting forward, I enter you fully and we begin making love, slowly, deeply, rhythmically. I feel your hot wetness surrounding me. It feels so good. You encourage me by saying, "Oh, god, Joe, that's just in the right spot. Mmmmm."

The sound of your voice turns me on even more and I push you onto your stomach, keeping my cock inside you as we shift positions. I toss the blanket aside and see how the fire light makes shadows on your body as I brace myself with my arms and let my hard cock slide deep into you.

I see your hands clutching at the rug as you push your butt up, arching your back to get just the right angle. "Mmmmm, Gabbie, do you like it? Is my cock touching your special spot?"

Your moans tell me that I am hitting the right spot. Beads of sweat appear on my brow and the droplets fall down onto your back. You are sweating a little too, and the fire light makes your body shine.

"Oh, Joe, don't stop! Fuck me harder," you cry out, and the sound of your plea almost makes me cum right then and there. Somehow I maintain control and begin thrusting into your sweet pussy, faster and harder until your body spasms with the first wave or orgasm, and you almost scream a great, "Ooooooooh, yesss!"

"Gabbie, I love the feeling when you cum," I say as I fall down on top of you. My cock, still hard, still inside you, pumping very lightly. "I don't want to cum right now, sweetie. I want to please you again very quickly."

Letting my kisses trail down your neck, down your back to your ass, I turn my body so that I can lick you from behind, my legs now more toward your head, but with you still lying on your stomach. Using my hands and arms to raise up your butt so that you are on your knees, I begin licking your cum from your pussy. Mmmm, how I love the pungent taste of your pussy right after you cum. The salt from your sweat only adds to the ecstasy I feel as I lap up all your juices.

My tongue traces circles around your pussy, darting into it, then tugging gently on your pussy lips. I love the feeling of that skin in my mouth, pulling it back and then letting it snap back. Spying your hard clit, pouting there all wet and juicy, I let my lips surround it, sucking it gently, evoking more little moans out of you. 

Feeling your body starting to move under my attention, I let my tongue run from your clit, through your pussy lips to your ass. You moan as my tongue pushes against your sweet bud, and you know instinctively that I want your ass again. 

Kneeling there with your butt in the cool air of the cabin, your head pushed down against the rug, I move behind you. My hands caress your ass cheeks a bit before letting a finger push into your ass. Reaching down between your legs, I let my other hand massage your clit. The more you moan, the more I rub your pussy, and the farther I insert my finger. "Gabbie, I desperately need your sweet ass," I say, "the sight of it is too much to resist."

"Oh, god, yes," you say. "I want to feel you explode inside me! Give it to me!"

Moving to position myself between your legs, I remove my finger and let my cock rest in the little hole it left there. You feel my cock there and push back onto me, making me groan as I watch the head disappear into you. I resume my onslaught on your clit as my cock pounds into you. The sensation of the tight fit combined with the vocalization of your pleasure puts me into a sexual frenzy. All my senses focus on you, your body, your sounds. I shiver as I slide in and out of you. I love all the little tensions your body gives up as the pleasure builds inside you. I'm in heaven as your body convulses with another orgasm, and this time I can't hold back. Crying out loudly, I thrust deeply into you, filling your sweet ass with a spasm of hot cum.

As we lay together on the rug, I kiss you passionately, and looking into you eyes I ask, "So does this place have a bed?"

GABBIE'S EVIL FINGER

"A bed?" I smile wantonly at you. "Yes, it has a very nice bed. Big enough for anything we might want to try," I smile as I lead you to the stairs that spiral up to the loft bedroom. I take the first step, and stop long enough to look back at you, catching your eyes on my ass. I giggle and roll my eyes, and then saunter up the stairs with a grin on my face, feeling you watching me from below. 

"Feel like a nice bath first?" I ask, when you finally reach the landing that leads into the bedroom. You follow me into the huge master bathroom, complete with an enormous jacuzzi tub. Your smile tells me that you're up for it, so I turn to the tub and begin filling it with steaming water. As the water rises, I turn into your arms and pull your head down to mine for a deep kiss.

"I'm enjoying every second of my time with you, Joe. Thank you for making time to be here with me, I know how difficult it is for you to get away for any length of time," I whisper against your lips. Your head lowers and your mouth moves over mine in a slow, sensual kiss before you pick me up and hold me against your chest as you step into the water. 




Cabin Fever



The water is a little hot, turning my skin a delicate shade of pink as we sink into the swirling water up to our shoulders. You hole me firmly against your chest as I sit sideways across your lap. Taking a soft cloth, you make it slippery with a fragrant soap and then begin rubbing it over my neck and shoulders. I relax into your touch, allowing your hands to roam my body at your will. You wash my chest, rubbing the cloth gently over my breasts, circling it around my nipples before moving lower to my belly. You make slow, deliberate movements across my stomach, and lower, lower to my pussy. Running the cloth slowly, underwater, you cover my most delicate parts. I open my legs to you, craving your touch. Abandoning abandon the cloth, you slip your fingers over the skin of my outer lips and I moan into your neck. Your fingers wander lower, brushing around my still swollen ass, gently easing one fingertip inside of me. I gasp in surprise, but slowly relaxing as you penetrate me deeper. Your thumb slides into my pussy, and I writhe against your lap, well aware of your rigid arousal. I moan against your neck, "God, Joe, what are you doing to me?" 

I feel, more than hear, your snicker, and I can tell you're smiling. Your thumb moves out of my pussy and begins tracing slow, intricate paths over my clit. I buck my hips as you move your finger in my ass, crying out with my need for you. Lowering your head again, you take my nipple into your mouth and suck on it in time to your finger penetrating my ass and your thumb dancing across my clit. I arch my back, feeding you more of my breast, my hands holding your head to me as I scream my release. 

Gently removing remove your fingers from me, you kiss my neck and ear, waiting for me to regain enough composure to be able to speak again. I turn and look at you, passion glazing my eyes. "You make me so weak . . " I giggle, pressing my lips to yours. 

Moving off your lap, I guide you up onto the side of the tub. Kneeling in the water between your legs, our mouths at exactly same level,. I kiss you deeply, my hands wandering along your chest. I run my fingers over your nipples, loving the feel of their pebble-like hardness. My tongue trails along your jaw line and then down to your collarbone, licking tiny beads of moisture off your skin. I fix my mouth over your nipple and gently scrape it with my teeth, feeling your body tense for a second. Deciding I like this reaction, I repeat it, this time biting a little harder on your sensitive flesh. You moan and I feel your hands on my wet hair, guiding my head lower. I lick softly along the veins on the surface of your cock, moving my lips over your hot skin. I softly kiss the head of your cock, before opening my lips and pushing my head down slowly, tasting more of you against my tongue. My hands are gently gripping and pulling at your engorged balls, and I can feel you beginning to thrust into my mouth. "Please, Gabbie . . . Not like this, something else." 

I stop my ministrations and look up at you, smiling as my hand still grasps your shaft, squeezing rhythmically. "Something else? Anything in mind, Joe?" I grin at you, watching you try to think. 

"I don't know, Gabbie . . .Just please, I need . . . " Your voice trails off into a moan as I dip my head and my tongue flicks out to capture a drop of your pearly precum from the tip of your cock. I decide to take pity on you, but how I do love seeing you incoherent with need for release. 

I lie back in the tub, reclining at an angle, with just my breasts and my head sticking out of the water. I guide you over to me, and help you straddle my abdomen. Grasping your hardness again, I stroke you a few times while I guide your cock between my breasts. You catch on to what I'm trying to do and groan with anticipation. Taking your hands, I put them on my breasts, and you squeeze them together, holding your cock between their firm, yet soft, glistening flesh. You push them together roughly as you begin to thrust, your dripping cock-head peeking out with the completion of each thrust. I lean my head forward just enough to be able to wrap my tongue around the tip, flicking over the sensitive spot on the underside with each pass. Your thrusts are becoming more rapid, and your breathing is coming in ragged gasps, interspersed with groans of pleasure. 

I softly take one finger and trace it along the cleft of your ass, pressing lightly against your tight hole. You are so caught up in taking your pleasure that you don't seem to notice. Taking a bottle of liquid soap, I generously pour it over my hand, making sure my index finger is completely covered before tracing it over your hole again. Putting slight pressure against it, and finding the correct angle, I begin to push inside you. You let out a strangled yelp, seemingly startled, and your thrusting slows momentarily. Leaning my head far enough forward, I take your entire swollen cock-head into my mouth on the next thrust and you push back slightly onto my finger, letting out another yelp, this one sounding less anguished than the last. Your thrusting has returned to your normal pace, so I begin sliding my finger deeper into you, the sultry heat and tightness turning me on. I find the small protrusion of tightened flesh hidden deep within you, and I brush my fingertip over it lightly. You let out a shocked gasp, your hands abandoning my breasts, and your cock thrusting deep into my mouth. I slide my tongue around you, sucking you eagerly. My finger pushes a little deeper, and I curl it slightly, making full contact with your prostate gland, rubbing it with enough pressure for you to cry out as you thrust all of your cock into me. I gag slightly, not letting up at all as my finger massages your gland on each stroke. You pull out of my mouth and grab my hair, holding your cock at my lips while your other hand grips your cock. I push into you one more time and you let out a primal growl and begin cumming all over my face and neck. I open my mouth to catch some of it, and you reward me with a gush right across my tongue. You moan loudly as I slip my finger from you, and you collapse backward into the water. 

I laugh as I move beside you lying on my back, supporting your head with my chest. I smile as you sit up, and help me wash the cum from my upper body. "You're going to be the death of me, Gabrielle." you whisper just before your lips touch mine, swollen from sucking you so hard. I giggle at you, and we both get out of the tub and begin drying each other. "Now . .About that bed?" 

JOE GETS THE TETHERS

You point me to the large bed in the next room, a large comfy bed with a feather quilt on it, sturdy wooden frame with bedposts. "Mmmmm, Gabbie, that looks so good," I said as I pushed you naked toward the bed.

With your last few steps you bound toward the bed and jump up on it, turning and smiling at me, hands cupping your breasts, inviting me to join you. 

"I have a surprise for you," I say with a sly smile. Reaching down and rummaging through my bag, I pulled out 2 straps with velcro on them. "I'd like you to lie down, Gabbie." 

At first, you look surprised, but then you smile again and lay back on the bed, arms outstretched toward the posts on the headboard. I climb onto the bed beside you and quickly wrap one end of the material around your wrists and the other around the bedposts. 

Moving to the foot of the bed, I spread your legs wide and kneel between them, admiring the beauty helpless before me. "Gabbie, you're so beautiful, ....., and desirable!", I said as my gaze moves from your face to your breasts to your pussy. "So nice and clean, too!" I laughed. 

As I kneel there looking at you, I touch my cock, bringing it to life again. "You're mine, now!", I said as I stroke my cock to attention. You move your eyes from mine down to my hard cock and back again. 

"Oh, you like this, do you?", I ask. 

"Yes," you say with a quiet lust, "I love your cock and I want it inside me again." 

"Oh, not so fast. I want to play with you for a little bit. I need to know that you want me more than anything." 

"Oh, Joe, I do. I do want you more than anything. I want your hard thick cock inside me right now!" 

"Hehe," I laugh. "Not just yet, Gabbie." and I move to your side, holding my cock out to you, just out of reach of your mouth. You move your head toward it, trying to lick it with your tongue, but I pull it back just out of your reach. 

Shifting down toward the foot of the bed just a bit, I touch my hard cock to your breast, letting the head brush against your taut nipple, and then letting your nipple run along the underside of it, applying just the right amount of pressure to that sensitive area, causing me to let out a groan. 

Your nipples are so hard and your breasts so lovely! As I continue stroking my cock and letting it touch your nipple, my other hand reaches for your other breast. I squeeze it gently, feeling its supple fullness. Taking your nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I tug it gently outward while leaning down to kiss you deeply. 

Then using both hands, I roam your helpless body. As my hand moves between your legs, I delight in seeing how your legs start to thrash a little. You are very wet again and I know you want to cum, so I open your lips to expose your clit. Taking the nub in my fingers, I rub it gently and insert a couple of fingers from my other hand into your wet hole. "Oh, god, Gabbie, you're so wet! Are you horny or something?" 

"Oh, my god, Joe. Stop torturing me! I want you to fuck me! I need it so badly!" 

I laugh again and move down between your legs again, letting you watch me stroke my cock. "So you want it badly, huh? You want me to make you cum? You want me to lick your pussy until you explode?" 

"Uh huh," you whimper. "Please!" 

Leaning forward, I spread your pussy lips again and let my tongue come to rest on your swollen clit, engulfing it in my hot wet mouth, sucking it gently at first and then harder as I sense your body reacting to it. You cum very quickly, exploding in a spasm of pleasure, crying out so loudly I'm glad we have no neighbors to hear. 

Now I'm the one that can no longer wait! I want you with a lust that has no bounds. I can only think of taking you right now, in your helpless state, with your legs spread wide, your pussy glistening with your own juices and my saliva. 

You watch me as I move up between your legs. You see my hard cock in my hand as I press it into the opening of your pussy. The sensations of your hot pussy on the head of my cock nearly causes me to cum. You gasp as I enter you with one hard thrust. Holding myself up with my arms I begin fucking you with wild abandon. I want to fill you with my cum. I want to feel your body buck and flail under me. We, like two animals, succumb to our primal instincts. I see your face contorted with pleasure beneath me. The ecstasy is almost unbearable. Your body tenses as you cum. Your body thrashes uncontrollably. I growl fiercely as my body stiffens and my cock explodes inside you. As I continue pumping, the pleasure is overwhelming. I kiss you violently and you struggle against your tethers to take me into your arms. 

Afterwards, I lay atop you, my flaccid cock slipping out of you. I reach for your bounds and loosen them and your arms immediately surround me and pull me tightly to you. 

"I'm hungry," you say, and you push out from under me.

GABBIE CALLS FOR REINFORCEMENTS

"Stay right there," I say, leaning down to cover you up with the thick bed spread, and to kiss you softly on the lips. "I promise I'll bring back something tasty." 

Padding down the stairs, naked and humming a soft tune, my lips curl into a devious smile as I think about what lies ahead for us. I reach the table in the dining area and pick up my cell phone, dialing a number that I know by heart. I talk quietly, but excitedly for a few minutes while making a nice pot of tea. When I hang up the phone I catch sight of myself in the mirror hanging near the front entrance. A huge grin spreads across my features and I say "Gabrielle Jane, I can't believe what you've gotten yourself into," and my quiet giggle floats around the room, tinkling in my ears.

After adding some fruit, and some cheese and crackers to the tray along with the tea, I make my way back up the stairs. Looking into the bedroom from the landing at the top of the stairs, my eyes travel along the curves in the spread, up to your face. You watch me silently, with the hint of a smile crossing your features. "Took you long enough, I thought you might have been growing your own tea leaves." 

Smiling at your wittiness, I hand you the tray as I climb beneath the covers and snuggle close to you, our backs propped against the headboard. You bring the tray over and rest it across our laps and you add a little sugar to my tea before offering me the cup. I sip gratefully, enjoying being this close to you. We feed each other little morsels off the tray, taking our time, talking quietly about our lives. At last, there is only one grape left on the tray. I take it, placing it between my lips, and I lean over to you, offering myself, and the grape to you. You take it between your lips and into your mouth before giving me a slow, passionate kiss. We kiss for several minutes, your hands beginning to wander over my naked belly, tracing my navel. Pushing your hands away and hopping out of bed, I bend over to pick up the tray. 

"Be back in a minute, keep my spot warm!" I grin at you before prancing across the room and back down the stairs, carrying the tray with me. 'What a time not to have a French maid uniform.' I think to myself, forcing a small snicker to come bubbling out of my mouth. 

I enter the kitchen again, placing the tray on the countertop near the sink and begin rinsing our cups. I'm startled as I feel smooth, warm, slender arms come around my waist and a throaty, breathy voice whisper in my ear, "Mmmm, you look well sexed." I smile as I look down at the arms criss-crossing across my midsection and I can't remember ever seeing such a beautiful caramel color as Krissy's skin. 

Turning into her arms, I kiss her quickly on the mouth, "Kris, I can't even begin to tell you the deliciously wicked things I've done in the last day." 

She kisses me again, and laughs quietly, "I bet I can imagine at least half of them. Is he sleeping?" She says quietly, her eyes darting to the ceiling. 

"I doubt it. He's waiting for me to come back up. Wait till he sees what I'm bringing!" I giggle with glee, and then add, "I didn't even hear you pull up, or come inside for that matter." 

"I didn't drive all the way up, I walked the last quarter mile or so, my car is parked down alongside the road. I didn't want to ruin the surprise. I was only here a few minutes before you came down." 

"Good. Now let's go lose all our inhibitions!" I say, pulling her along by the arm.

We cross silently to the stairs, and begin softly making our way up. I get to the landing first, and I peek into the room. You're lying just as I left you, with your back propped against the headboard and the blankets lying low across your hips. Your eyes are closed, but I can tell you're not asleep by the smile on your lips. I think you're most likely re-living the events of the last few hours.

"Joe," I whisper, still standing outside the door, about 10 feet from the foot of the bed. Your eyes snap open and you smile at me. 

"What are you doing way over there?" You say, pulling back the covers on my side of the bed, grinning at me. 

"I have a surprise for you now," I say, using your exact words from earlier, when you fastened me to the bed. Reaching back I take Krissy's hand and pull her into the room. Your smile transforms into a look of complete shock for a moment, and then you say, "Krissy, I presume?" And then your smile returns. 

"Hi Joe, I've heard so much about you, I decided that Gabbie couldn't have ALL the fun," she giggled. 

Turning her towards me, I pull her into a scorching kiss. You start to get up from the bed, and I break from the kiss to lay my palm flat against your chest. 

"No, Joe. No touching for you yet. Just observe." You sink back down onto the bed and smile at me, knowing that I'm going to purposefully drive you mad, and that I'm going to enjoy the process. 

I turn back to Krissy, and she looks at me with the same devilish grin that I use on occasion, and her voice fills with laughter as she says, "You're truly evil." I grin right back at her and nod, pulling her to me again, kissing her thoroughly. My hands wander over her breasts, encased in her thick dark blue sweater. I rub them softly, my tongue tracing over her lips, as she moans against my mouth. Taking a step back, my fingers find the hem of her sweater and I begin raising it, exposing her beautiful skin. She helps me pull it off over her head, shaking her head to push the hair from her face. She leans back in and our mouths lock, her hands finding my bare breasts, nipples jutting like stones into her palm. I moan as she pinches them, tugging on them, weakening my resolve to move slowly. Burying my face in her neck, my hands rub across her large, bra clad tits. I begin kissing the valley between them as my hands fumble with the drawstring on her black pants. Finally, I undo it, and push them down over her hips, exposing her tiny maroon thong, matching perfectly with her bra. Settling to my knees in front of her, I kiss her thighs, my hands going around her to rub her perfect ass. From this position below her, I look up her body, finding her eyes locked with yours, she, grinning, and you, a dreamy smile on your face. I work my fingers under the strings at the sides of her hips and tug the thong down her legs. She steps out of it, and I push her softly back onto the bed. Her head is now lying between your knees and you have a clear view all the way down her body. Keeping my eyes on yours. I kneel on the floor between her knees where they dangle off the bed.

Reaching up and spreading her pussy with my fingers, I find she's already wet. She moans in anticipation as my head begins to descend towards her. I kiss her softly first, just above the clit, and then down the insides of her thighs. I never fail to get highly aroused by the sweet, spicy feminine scent of her juices. I have to taste her before I go insane. I lower my mouth again, this time my tongue probing her slick vagina. I push my tongue into her and I sigh, reveling in her flavor. She moans quietly, lightly thrusting her hips, trying to guide me to her clit. I can see it, it's very swollen and wet, almost throbbing with need, but I'm not ready to give in yet. I continue to lick her, sometimes lowering my mouth over her and sucking her lips into my mouth, caressing them with my tongue. Pulling my head back and I look into your eyes excited as you watch me making her writhe and moan. 

You start to reach for your cock, and I shake my head no, denying you. I love the power of having you both so near your pleasure, but yet so far away. Returning attention to Krissy, I slowly slide one finger deep inside her. She raises her hips to impale herself further, and lets out a frustrated groan when she realizes that's all I'm going to give her for now. I lower my mouth over her again and begin licking along the insides of her lips, up, nearing the clit, but not quite touching it. I add another finger and she gasps as her tight cunt walls grip me. I begin slowly sliding them in and out of her and she sets my rhythm with her hips. Lowering my head again, I quickly flick my tongue over her clit and she tenses, waiting . . . and then groans again. She tastes so good, I don't want to stop this anytime soon, but she's about to cum on my fingers, so I take pity on her. My tongue circles around my fingers lapping up as much of her as I can get before finally traveling upwards. Flattening my tongue, I run it over her clit in a slow, heavy swipe. She moans, "Oh, yeah, Gabbie . . .more . . ." I smile at you one last time, noticing the grip your hands have on the blankets beside your legs. Then I close my mouth over her clit, using plenty of pressure with my tongue against her clit at a slow pace, and she explodes beneath me, her hips pumping furiously as she screams. I back off of her clit and begin licking the rest of her cunt softly, savoring every drop of her cum. I offer my fingers to your lips and you suckle them, and I can tell you agree with me that she has the most awesome tasting pussy. Moving up onto the bed beside her, I take her into my arms as she calms. We sit up on the bed and we both turn to look at you. Your mouth is slightly open, and you look dazed. You're breathing very slowly, very deeply and I realize that you're trying to keep control of yourself, and I can't have that! 




Cabin Fever



Krissy and I get up off the bed and she pulls the covers back, revealing your aching, weeping erection. "Mmmm, God, Gabbie . . . now I see why you were so eager to meet him in person!" She says, reaching down and gathering a drop of your precum on her finger and bringing it to her mouth. She makes a show out of sucking her finger into her mouth slowly, then bringing it back out to circle her tongue around the tip. I laugh at her, and I can't help but notice your reaction to her teasing you. Your cock seeps more fluid and is bobbing along with your heart beat. 

"Baby, move over to the middle of the bed," I say. You move over, and Krissy and I settle in on either side of you. We lie down next to you, and I lean in for a kiss. I know you can taste her on my mouth, and you kiss me greedily as Krissy's hand strays to your cock. I feel you tense and moan and I stop kissing you for a second to watch her stroking you. She leans down and takes you into her mouth and you grunt as she takes your entire cock into her wide mouth on the first attempt. I move down and start licking your balls until she releases your cock from her mouth. We both start licking up the sides of it, her hands now tugging at your balls while we enjoy your breathless panting. I am well aware that you are very close to cumming, I can tell by the way your balls are drawing up against your body, and by the way your cock is getting almost painfully hard. We both focus our attentions on the soft spot on the underside of your cock, taking turns flicking our tongues over it as my hand strokes your shaft. Every muscle in your body tightens and you growl as your cum spurts straight up out of your cock, all over our faces and necks. 

We sit up, facing each other over your cock and lean in for a deep kiss. We lick the cum off of each others cheeks, necks and lower, where it has dripped onto our breasts. I lick a pearly drop from between her breasts, still pushed together by her bra, and she holds my head to her, leaning down to kiss my hair. You watch us silently, as your breath returns to its usual pace. 

Her hands seek out my wet pussy, and kneeling beside you, I lean back on my hands, exposing myself to your gaze. You watch as her fingers smooth over my outer lips, spreading me open. She kisses me again, and I groan as two of her fingers enter my hot wetness. She begins pumping them in and out of me, keeping me on the edge of orgasm for what feels like hours. She then pushes me back, my legs unfolding from beneath me to lie wide open before you, and she lies across your body and buries her face in my pussy. She works slowly, teasing me in almost the same fashion that I did for her a while ago. She begins moaning into my wet heat and I raise my head and watch you, the fingers of your right hand buried in her pussy. The sight of you fingering her is enough to push me over the edge into a violent orgasm. I cum, screaming and thrusting my hips up against her mouth, and she follows quickly behind me, moaning into my pussy as her hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise. We lie like this, entangled amongst each others bodies for a few minutes before she moves off of us, standing beside the bed. 

"Wow! I've never seen her cum so powerfully, Joe. She must like the sight of you making me cum!" Krissy says. "So let's not disappoint her, shall we?" She grins as she straddles you, your hard cock straining, straight up against the cool early morning air. She lowers herself, across your lower abdomen and leans forward. "Unhook my bra, Joe," she whispers against your mouth. You reach around behind her and undo the three clasps holding it together. She sits up again, rolling her shoulders forward, the straps falling off her shoulders and down her arms. She reaches up and pulls the bra free and she now sits astride you, naked, smiling and ready for more. Leaning in, she guides her nipple to your mouth. Your lips open, and your tongue traces it, causing her nipple it to harden. She moans as you suck more of her into your mouth, your hands caressing her back in slow, steady strokes. 

She sits up again, and I reach over, grasping your cock. She raises her hips, and I guide you inside her. She sinks down slowly, your cock stretching her sweet pussy. She moans again as she settles her pubic bone against yours. Her hands are toying with her own breasts as she starts to make small thrusts with her hips. Your hands are holding her hips gently, your hips rocking gently upwards, pushing your big cock further into her. You pull her down, her chest against yours and I move between both of your legs, lowering my face. I take your balls into my mouth and suck gently and then move my mouth just a fraction higher and lick your cock as it peeks out on every thrust of your hips. You're both moaning and panting against each other, and I'm enjoying the sight of you having sex. I lick her pussy as best I can with your huge cock in it, and I can taste her exotic flavor on your cock. I move up a little more and swipe my tongue over her asshole, and I'm rewarded with a gasp from her. Spreading her legs wider, she grants me easier access. I slowly trace my tongue over her puckered bud, and she increases her thrusting on your cock. I can tell she's really turned on. Gently probing her with my tongue, I force it past the tight ring of muscle at her entrance, causing her to groan again.

Getting up from the bed and standing for a few seconds, I watch you fuck her. You catch sight of my eyes and I grin at you, leaning down and capturing your lips between mine. You smile back, and let out a long moan as she swivels her hips, grinding against you. I reach into the bedside drawer and pull out a bottle of lube, my whole purpose for getting out of bed in the first place. Moving back into my position between both your legs, I start kissing and licking her asshole again. The tiny sound of the lube being opened doesn't even register between the sounds of both of you moaning and grunting. I slick up my index finger and run it lightly over Krissy's tight ass. She loves ass-play and moans loudly, realizing my intentions. I push into her smoothly, and I'm amazed that no matter how many times she's been penetrated, she always feels so tight. Slipping my finger in all the way, she whimpers against your neck. 

"I can feel your hard cock moving in her pussy, Joe." You let out a long moan, and I know it turns you on. I pull my finger out and lube the middle finger, slipping it in along with the index finger. Krissy cries out and slows the motion of her hips. I know you can feel my fingers moving in her ass too, as I rub your cock, stroking her deeply. I scissor my fingers, trying to loosen her passage a bit. She begins thrusting back against my hand, and also drawing your cock in and out of her. 

"Joe, were you aware that Krissy absolutely loves to have her ass fucked?" I ask, with a wicked headiness to my voice. You groan again, and I know you're envisioning it in your mind. "Krissy, do you want Joe's thick, hard cock in your ass?" I ask, my fingers pushing especially deep. She whimpers again, and nods her head against your chest.

You take her shoulders in your hands and push her to a sitting position. She's so overwhelmed with lust that she can barely sit upright. I pull her backwards off of you, and you help me position her on her hands and knees. I take another palm full of lube and stroke it all over your cock. You begin pushing into my hand and I stop you, guiding you to Krissy's waiting entrance. 

You line your cock up with her ass hole and begin pushing gently against it. She tenses, waiting for the inevitable pain, but like me, she craves the burn. You push gently into her, just the head of your cock being swallowed by her tightness. She moans, low and deep, and you gasp at the grip her ass has on your cock. You slowly begin pushing more of yourself into her until you are fully buried deep inside of her. She's whimpering, in a delicious mix of agony and ecstasy. 

I lie on my back on the bed, and wiggle my body under hers so my tongue has the perfect shot at her clit. I begin lapping at her as you start to thrust and she screams in pleasure. I can tell that she won't last long and neither will you, so I stroke my tongue over her clit in steady, deliberate strokes while my fingers reach up and twist her nipple. She arches her back and I use my hands to pull her back against my mouth, my tongue not giving her a moment's reprieve as your cock pounds into her. She lets out an inarticulate yell as her orgasm cascades over her, her cum drenching my face as she writhes above me. You're not far behind and I feel your body tense as you grip her hips and pull her ass tight against your groin. You growl as you fuck her hard, pulling her ass back onto you and release a huge load of thick, creamy cum deep into her bowels. I work my way out from under her as you both collapse back onto the bed, you rolling to your side and Krissy flat on her stomach. Getting behind her and spreading her legs, I lower my head to lick the cum that is dripping out of her ass onto her pussy. The flavor of the two of you together is intoxicating, and I'll never be able to get enough.

JOE TAKES TWO

"Oh my god!" That was so hot!" I say as I watch my cum on your lips, freshly licked from Krissy's ass. Pulling you closer to me, I kiss you deeply, savoring the flavor of my cum, your lips and Krissy's ass, all in one. Krissy snuggles up to us, looking at us with such longing that you pull her tightly and kiss her, before turning her face to me. Then I take my turn kissing her, detecting your taste on her lips. My heart races as you have just made one of my favorite fantasies come true!

You turn and fluff the pillows as Krissy pulls up the quilt and we all snuggle down to sleep, although it is almost morning. As I lay there between two such beautiful and sexy women, I can't believe my good luck. Two naked women, one lying on each arm! It doesn't get any better than this!

A few hours later I awake to see that Krissy has turned over onto her stomach with her faced buried in the pillow. You are still snuggled against me, head on my arm. My arm! I can't feel my arm!

Using my other hand I pull my numb arm gently out from under you and start to shake it, trying to get it to wake up.

Slowly the feeling comes back to it and I sit up in bed looking for a clock. Ah, there it is. Wow! 10 o'clock!

Ducking under the quilt, I squirm out the end of the bed and make my way to the bathroom. Cool water from the faucet wakes me up a little more and I stand there looking at my naked body in the mirror. God, how I wish I were younger. Oh, my! The aches in my body start to show themselves. How did I survive such wild sex with two sexy women?

A quick shower invigorates me and makes me more presentable. Returning to the bedroom, I start a fresh fire in the fireplace near the bed. 

I stand, still naked, at the foot of the bed looking at my two sleeping beauties. Krissy is now lying on her back and you, also on your back, have your head near hers on a pillow.

"Mmmmmm," I say to myself, as I get a devilish idea. 

Very carefully, I move onto the bed. While on my knees, I gently lift the bottom of the quilt to reveal two sets of feet. Edging a little farther onto the bed, I start folding the quilt upward, revealing calves, then thighs, until finally seeing two sweet pussies. You and Krissy, still sleeping seem oblivious to my voyeurism. Letting the quilt lay atop you and Krissy, I carefully move your legs apart, exposing your pussy. Oh, it is so inviting, surely a little lick wouldn't hurt. Leaning forward I let my tongue run just along the folds of your pussy and you wiggle your legs just a hair, as if you were shooing away a fly.

Turning my attention to Krissy, I do the same thing, letting my hot tongue trace the tender lips of her pussy, evoking a slight moan. "Hehe, this is fun," I say to myself.

Moving back to you, I let my tongue slide inside you, while my fingers caress Krissy's pussy. I am immediately rewarded with little moans from both of you. Oh, my god, I'm in heaven again. 

I can feel that Krissy is getting wet, and my tongue is giving your slick hole great long licks. I'm like a little kid in a candy store, hopping from one counter to the next as I move to give Krissy's pussy my tongue and let my fingers slide into yours. 

The moans from the two of you get a little louder and I pop my head up to see if I've awakened you. I'm relieved to see that both of you have your eyes closed, but you do seem to be turning your faces toward each other.

Burying my tongue inside Krissy's pussy makes her groan much more loudly. Her face is very close to yours and she instinctively moves the extra distance to give you a kiss. At the touch of her lips, you move your hand under the quilt and begin fondling her breasts. Knowing that I have to see more of this sexy scene, I creep off the bed and gently pull the quilt off, exposing both of your naked bodies.

Krissy's nipples are taut as your fingers caress them. Her kisses become a little deeper as I watch her tongue parting your lips and entering your mouth. 

I climb back onto the bed to resume my fun, noticing that the sight has aroused my sleeping cock. "Oh, my god," I think. "How many times did I come last night, and I'm still ready for more this morning?"

Morning is my favorite time for sex, but no morning has ever been sexier than this: two naked sexy women in my bed kissing each other while I lick and rub their pussies.

My licking of your pussy becomes more fervent, my tongue penetrating you more deeply. Two fingers explore Krissy's wetness as I wiggle them upward to touch her g-spot. Both of you are moaning and moving your legs, each of you spreading your legs wider, involuntarily I think, to let me have greater access to your sweet, wet holes. Now, both of you are fondling each other, pulling each other closer, kissing deeply. Oh what a sight!

Krissy is the first to cum and she interrupts her kiss to moan loudly. Within a heartbeat, you begin to cum as well. I've never experienced such a wonderful thing before: two women cumming for me. I eagerly trade off again, tasting Krissy's cum while I finger you. My cock is so hard, I can no longer stand it.

Giggling.

I hear giggling and look up to see the two of you looking down at me.

"Having fun, are we, Joe?" you say, fully awake. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Ummmm," I stammer, looking for something clever to say. All I can come up with is, "I think I lost a contact", and give you a sheepish smile.

"You're wearing glasses, you nut!" you say.

Krissy then pipes in, "If you're not using that hard rod between your legs, may I borrow it?"

"No, I want it, Krissy! You got it last night", you laugh.

"Oh, and like you didn't have it plenty of times before I arrived?"

Being diplomatic I say, "Ladies, please. You'll have to learn to share."

I kneel at the end of the bed and begin stroking myself. I've done this before with a one-woman audience, but never with two, and chills moved up mine spine as I watch both of you watching me.

Krissy scrunches up her pillow against the headboard, and you quickly followed suit. Soon two sets of knees are bent so that your feet are resting on the bed. Both of you begin touching yourselves, almost in a competition to see who could get my attention.

"God, I wish I had two cocks," I said. "I want each of you so badly."

Moving up between your legs I let my cock just lay on your pussy for a minute, nestled snuggly between your wet lips. Your breath quickens as I push the head inside you, slowly, just letting it sit inside you while I revel in the sensation. You moan and Krissy, still fingering herself, turns to kiss you. The two of you reach for each others breasts while you kiss, pinching nipples and letting hands wander over each other. I press farther into you and begin a rhythmic pumping, watching in awe as the two of you kiss and fondle each other. What a wonderful sight!

Your body tenses with pleasure as you quickly cum again, your cry of ecstasy momentarily breaking off your kiss. Looking at me with her "fuck me" eyes, Krissy beckons me to her. You continue your embrace as I slide my cock into Krissy. She, too, lets out a gasp. I don't know how I'm managing not to cum, but it is almost like an out-of-body experience. As my cock moves in and out of Krissy, she reaches for your pussy and begins rubbing your clit. I love the contrast of her darker skin on yours and I am mesmerized as you kiss so passionately, so full of genuine love for each other.

Krissy's body begins to buck under me as her orgasm hits. Her nipples, hard with desire extend just a little farther as she rides the wave of pleasure.

Now it is my turn. Again between your legs, I put your sexy legs over my shoulders and begin fucking you. Krissy, now sitting by your side, kisses your breasts, pulling on your nipples with her mouth and teeth. No longer able to stand it, my body stiffens as my cock erupts inside you. Pumping feverishly I cry out loudly, "Oh, god, oh, god, grrrrrrrr!"

As I cum, Krissy kisses you fully on the mouth. When I stop growling she leans forward to kiss me just as I pull out of you. Looking at the cum oozing out of your pussy, she says, "Mmmmmm, Joe, doesn't that look good?"

She quickly gets into position and begins licking my cum from your pussy. "Oh, geez," is all I can stammer, before I, too, bend down and begin licking your wet juicy pussy too. You moan and groan as you feel both of our tongues lapping you, first Krissy, then me, licking your cum-filled pussy. I turn to Krissy and see my cum on her lips. Pulling her closer, I kiss her passionately before turning to back to you.

When we finally all lay entwined in the big bed, I say, "Oh my god, that was so sexy. What other wonders are in store for us today?"



Cabin Fever



The town was quiet and fairly conservative in its viewpoint. The kids were nice and clean living and attended church on Sunday. There were a few houses owned by the Army and in one of these Matt arrived when he was 15. He was good looking and tall with curly blonde hair and freckles. He immediately struck up a friendship with Donny and Kay who had lived most of their lives in the town. They spent their formative years together and were now 18. They went to different colleges but always met after to study or mess around in Matt's cabin. It was a large shed with 2 levels and windows. A ladder led to the upper level which had a small mezzanine floor. The cabin was kitted out with electricity so they could play their CD's and Playstation games. There was an old-ish settee in red leather, a futon and a dark wooden table and chairs. The cabin was located at the end of the long garden, surrounded by trees and when the gate was locked, they would need to pass through the house to gain access to it, sometimes meeting either Mr or Mrs Jones, on the way. There would be polite exchanges of pleasantries and questions answered regarding school or college. Usually they left the garden by the gate which Matt would lock behind them. Occasionally other friends would turn up and be let in.

Donny and Kay lived around the block from Matt. Donny had dark curly hair was again good looking with a gleam in his dark brown eyes and was about the same height as Matt. He was also an excellent footballer. Kay was attractive, tall 5'10" slim with wide shoulders and long dark hair, fresh face and long legs. She was an excellent swimmer and swam for the college. Donny had watched her compete against his college and remembered her standing on the side as he watched from the stands. The upturned triangular shape from her shoulders down to her slim waist and only slightly wider hips.

They would meet and occasionally do daring things like drink cider or smoke cigarettes, which usually ended with one of them being sick. During these times one would have to stand guard to provide early warning of any impending approach, so the evidence could be hidden. 

They studied together and exchanged their views and often argued radical solutions to everyday problems. Kay had been somewhat of a tomboy, doing as much climbing and horsing around as the boys, but she was becoming more obviously feminine and the boys had started to notice. 

Their relationship was strong and they saw themselves as more sophisticated than the other kids on the block – a cut above. Matt who had lived in various army camps brought a new depth of knowledge to them, recounting tales he had overheard from either his parents or kids at the army camp schools. 

Increasingly their conversations had included sex, attitudes to sex, sexual practice, and even who knew of anybody having sex, which excluded them all. Matt would always have more exotic tales than the other two because of his greater exposure. On a night after sex had been discussed they would leave slightly aroused and go to their respective beds, to enjoy their own company.

There was less horse play in recent months probably because of their age and greater awareness of each other. Sometimes Kay would find one or both of the boys over-staring at her breasts or long legs or trying to glimpse up her skirt; if she spotted them she would not rush to cover up as it was only natural instinct and she quite enjoyed it; or she would glance slightly longer than normal at them, with a wistful look in her eye. Sometimes she would grip their biceps through a sweat shirt enjoying the feeling of hard sinew and muscle. Occasionally an arm would brush her breast, slightly more than fleetingly, when retrieving something or when dancing to a CD, a chest would press against hers. 

One Wednesday Matt had brought a lingerie magazine from one of the Sunday papers to the shed. Both he and Donny poured over it checking out there favourites. Silk and shiny; lace and colours. Matt was the instigator but Donny was a willing follower as they both got aroused talking about there favourites.

Kay turned up wearing a white T-shirt and jeans; at the sudden opening of the door Matt hid the magazine. She drifted over asking them what they were doing. A little embarrassed at first, the boys admitted they were looking at some pictures.

"Let me see." She said holding out her long thin hand, not wanting to be left out. 

Matt revealed the magazine hidden behind him. She took it and proceeded to sit on the table, the two boys standing each side of her, with a foot on each chair. She browsed through, occasionally licking her full lips.

"You like these?" She asked and pointed to a view of women in latex bra and panty sets.

"Yes!" The boys enthused in unison. Relieved they were not being ridiculed. Kay tossed her long black hair over her shoulder and released a whiff of Chanel number 5. 

"I quite like these." She pointed to a Royal blue silk matching set with lace edges approvingly. The boys grinned, nodded and groaned. To which she smiled, teasingly.

"Have you a favourite?" She turned to Matt. He was slightly flushed through his freckles. He smiled and touched his blonde curly hair self-conscientiously.

"Well ....", He pointed to a model in shiny white bra and pants.

"What do you like about it?" This interrogation did nothing to calm them down, they all looked flushed and slightly breathless.

"Well ...I like the lacy bra and ...." He said flushing. 

She looked at the photograph "And?"

"Well ... and how you can see through to her nipples."

Donny joined in, with more confidence.

"And I like the way the panties just cover the bulge of her dark hair."

"Hmmm! I see." Kay smiled thoughtfully saying no more, but thumbing slowly through and every so often stopping to point at a photograph, which revealed a nipple or crotch shape.

"There a men in too!" Matt exploded. Then nervously." ...If if you're interested."

"Of course." She said nonchalantly and began flicking the pages faster until she found men in briefs, boxers and long johns. The boys looked at the pictures and then at Kay, who studied calmly.

"Well what about you? What do you like?" Asked Matt breathlessly.

She looked and then pointed at a blonde man with a bronzed body and six pack. The briefs he wore were high sided and you could make out the shape of his scrotum.

"He's nice." She said.

"What do you like?" Matt asked interested as both boys leaned in closer and fidgeted in their pockets.

"He's good looking. Has a nice tan and fit body, flat stomach and large ..." She paused, teasing. "... thighs."

There was a crestfallen sigh from the boys and a laugh from Kay. She closed the mag, jumped from the table, ran holding it in the air. The boys ran after her finally catching her on the ladders, by her jeans. Matt had hold of the leg and Donny's hand was gripping her belt and inside the waist of her jeans, where he could feel the her soft downy hair on the back of his hand. 

"Stop it! Stop it! They'll come down." She pulled back at the top of her jeans which had moved down, the knuckle of Donny's hand was at the cleft in her butt. She was breathless, laughing but serious. Both boys let go simultaneously and Kay dropped the mag which Matt retrieved and waved.

"Would it be as good in the flesh?" 

"You'll never know." She was still laughing and flirting with her hooded green eyes. Her hands were on her hips as she stood at the bottom of the ladder, her nipples standing proud of her breasts.

"That's a shame." Matt smiled in sham disappointment, his eyes on her breasts. She laughed and slapped him on his shoulder.

"Cool down boys." And slapped Donny for good measure, as she was sure, he was ogling her – which he was.

"I don't want to cool down – I like it." Matt was quite determined and sat on the red leather settee with the mag as Kay sat next to him on the arm.

"We both do." Donny lay on the futon opposite. "Don't you?"

Kay could see the outline through his tracksuit of his erect penis. She had seen it before but never in such a highly charged atmosphere. 

"Perhaps I'm not effected in the same way you are." She nodded toward his pants and he pulled a cushion in front of himself.

Matt in the half light opened the mag with a large picture of a blonde in almost see-through set. Her brown nipples were clearly visible as was the blonde 'V'. He showed it to Donny. 

"How does that grab you?"

Donny gripped the cushion with two hands and pressed it into himself rolling and groaning in mock orgasm. 

Kay laughed and shouted.

"Don't mind me, but I hope you wash the cushions."

She was enjoying the exhibition which made the both boys warm to it. 

Matt slid a hand down the front of his shorts and gripped his stiffening penis and winking at Donny shouted.

"Oh God sometimes I just feel soooo randy!"

Donny shouted.

"Soooo sexy and filthy!"

This tirade continued getting louder and more vociferous.

Kay was enjoying this but stood up and walked to the window. 

"I think I better stand watch if you're going to do what I think you are."

She felt so beaujois and decadent. She looked out the window and suddenly whispered urgently.

"Matt here's your mum!"

Both boys immediately stopped what they were doing and sat up straight at the table, the mag was under the futon. Mrs Jones tapped on the door. 

"Is everything alright in there?" She proceeded to explain. "I was in the garden and heard a noise."

Matt replied casually.

"Sure mum no problem. We were just laughing about college."

"OK as long as you're alright. No horse play now. Kay is a young lady you know."

"We know mum. It was just talk."

"Very well then but remember it's college in the morning."

"OK" They all responded affirmatively.

When she had gone, Donny said.

"That was a near thing. I was getting quite carried away."

"I know you were." Said Kay. "and you weren't alone."

Neither boys were sure what or who she meant. 

"It's a bit frustrating though." Said Matt. 

"Why? What where you expecting?" Asked Kay. 

"Well before you came in we were getting aroused...."

"It didn't stop when I arrived." Kay laughed.

"Got worse." Interjected Donny and smiling mischievously at Kay.

"Steady!" Smiled Kay.

"...no but we were...."

"What? Going to jerk each other off." 

"No not each other ... ourselves." Said Matt finally.

"Well I'm sorry I spoiled it for you!" Kay replied feigning hurt.

"No you didn't spoil it." Placated Matt. "We didn't want you to get upset, that was all. Anyway it's embarrassing."

They then talked about masturbation for a while and Matt relayed storied of people in the army using almost anything to masturbate with. A guy had used a vacuum cleaner pipe which caused them to roll about laughing, he's heard of women using sausages, vegetables, bottles all sorts of things. Donny raised his eyebrows and Kay caught him and through a cushion at him reading his dirty little mind.. They got back to the feeling of embarrassment just as Mr Jones resumed his shouting from the house.

She walked over to the two of them and put her arms around their shoulders. 

"Now why would you be embarrassed in front of me. Aren't we supposed to be friends?"

They all embraced and laughed about the situation, they had found themselves in. The boys nuzzled their noses into the soft smooth skin of her neck and imbibed the fragrance of her perfume, their arms around her thin waist. Her breasts pressed into their arms. Matt reached for her ribs with his thumb and she wriggled and burst out laughing. Donny did the same from the other side and she tried to push them away as they fell back onto the leather settee. 

They tickled her as she wriggled between them on the settee. It was inevitable that they pressed against her body, in short spasms of excitement. She could feel them but only wanted the relief from the tantalising tactile torture she was experiencing. She forced her way to the end of the settee, pushing them down, and pleading release, as they stopped her sweet suffering and all laughed together in a sweating gasping heap. Her hair was slightly matted across her face and the boys heads nestled under her arms. 

"Matt ...... Matt!" Mr Jones bellowed from the house. "I need you in the house now!"

They all jumped and straightened themselves up as best they could. They looked flustered and dishevelled so turned to each other to check they were OK for parental viewing; each had a wry smile. Matt spoke.

"Are you coming over tomorrow?"

"I'll be over." Donny replied.

"I won't be able to until Saturday." Kay held her head to one side expressing her sorrow. "I'll look forward to it then though."

Both boys heads nearly burst.

"Not THAT!" Kay laughed and pushed them both. 

Matt whispered conspiratorially to Kay.

"Can you get any mags? There's more chance you can than us and it wouldn't look strange if you were caught."

"What would you like?" She smiled.

"Anything. Underwear, swimwear, bathers, women for us, men for you. "

"Matt did you hear me? What are you doing?"

"We'll see. Come on you two, get home."

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Thursday came and Donny arrived at Matt's house with his bag of 'homework'. He had concealed a few magazines from more liberal friends at college. He was ushered through to the shed by Mr Jones as Matt was already there alone. Donny crept to the door and peaked through the window. Matt was knelt down by the red settee attending to something on the floor. Donny knew what that was. He stepped back from the door and then banged it loudly. He burst in. Matt was dumbstruck caught red handed with a pile of glossy magazines. Donny laughed as Matt jumped up and started punching him in the arms. Donny fell on the settee as Matt layed into him. Mr Jones hearing the noise shouted from the back step.

"What's going on."

But seeing them fighting turned and went back in the house.

"You mad bastard." Matt said as he punched Donny who laughed hysterically. "I though it was HIM."

Matt started laughing also and they both fell about.

"You should have seen your face. It was a picture." 

"I was absolutely certain I'd been caught. " Matt laughed. "He's have hit the roof."

"What were you looking at anyway?" Donny enquired.

"Oh just some mens mags but you know how paranoid the parents get. They think if you look at girls you're one step from being a rapist."

"Don't I know it. I've been carrying these around like they were dynamite sticks." Donny opened his shoulder bag and pulled out the magazines he had brought. 

"Oh let's have a look." Matt grabbed the books and began thumbing through them. "Phew nice!" 

Matt looked at a model in see-through underwear her long smooth shiny legs stretching out as she lay on a Queen size bed. He started to get aroused. Donny was already fumbling with himself.

"Kay isn't here tonight is she?" Donny looked up guiltily.

Matt laughed as he saw Donny hard.

"No not tonight." He groaned as he slid his hand down the front of his training pants and gripped. "No I'm afraid not."

He looked in the air and closed his eyes squeezed with his hand and felt the thrill. Donny groaned in unison.

"Oh yeh! The luscious Kay." He smiled at Matt. "Hmmmm if only."

"Stop it and get back to your mags. " Matt shouted. "You know she's not like that."

"I'm not so sure. There's latent steaming sexuality there."

"You wish. Though she was a bit unusual for her last night. More daring. How far do you think she'd go?"

"I don't know really but she is gorgeous." Donny pointed to a picture and withdrew his erect penis from his pants and continued pumping. "Just like her." 

Matt got up and pushed a chair to wedge the door and drew the blind. 

"We better not get caught like this." Matt lay on the futon opened a magazine and copied Donny.

Donny looked up from the settee nodded in agreement and returned to his efforts.

"I'll race you."

The boys laughed and then seriously got down to business. Donny had started first but Matt quickly caught up and there was only seconds between Donny's first spunky spurt into a tissue and Matts. They both jerked their hips in unison groaning open mouthed.

++++++++

Saturday came and Kay spent the afternoon shopping in town. She had enjoyed the last time in the cabin and was looking forward to this evening. When she arrived back she had a shower and after drying; sprayed herself expansively with her perfume. She decided upon a new set of sheer white underwear. She looked languorously in the mirror, at her long body then stepped into the white brief panties and slid them up her long legs, veiling the black pubic patch. She looked back in the mirror the dark patch lightened but was still noticeable. She picked up the bra and threaded each arm between the elasticated straps, scooped the orbs into the cups and clipped the front catch. Her light brown nipples were visible through the gossamer material. The preparation made her warm in her groin and nervous in the pit of her lightly tanned flat stomach. She finished by wearing a pair of pink jeans, cut-off at the knees and a white blouse which when pressed against her bra, offered the faint hint of her darker nipples. She slipped her red high heels on.

She headed off to Matts house. She tried the gate which was locked so she knocked at the front door and Mrs Jones greeted her. 

"Hello Kay. My you look a picture tonight." Mrs Kay scanned Kay. The white blouse and short jeans with red pumps. Her hair was in a pony tail, revealing the long nape of her neck and she wore diamond studs in her ears.

"Why thank you Mrs Jones. I've just finished shopping." Kay responded. Mr Jones was in the kitchen as Kay passed, with a toss of the head and wiggle of her hips. "Hi Mr Jones."

He looked up and smiled his eyes following her into the garden. He turned to his wife. "Lovely girl that. A picture."

"She is indeed." Responded Mrs Jones.

On a weekend the group would smuggle some cider into the cabin and Kay arrived with a shopping bag containing the contraband. When drinking they always kept an eye toward the house in case they were caught. Mr or Mrs Jones would occasionally come to the cabin, if there was a telephone call or chore needed or it was getting late. 

The group often spent the time discussing their futures; Matt was probably going in the army, Donny in the medical profession and Kay was studying a science with a view to lecturing in a university; Or life; How it could be improved or about people at college. Occasionally but increasingly they discussed clothes which invariably led to talk of sex. It was all self-conscious and invariably had some humorous element. Even though they were naïve they would still talk as if they were well versed in the art of sex. At these times they would usually lay on the settee or futon that had furnished the cabin.

Kay poured the cider into three glasses kept for that express purpose, handed them out, then sat on the arm of the settee. 

As they talked they would fidget and stretch, secretly squeezing their own organs of pleasure, in their own way and become aroused. Their eyes would flick over each others bodies, capturing a snapshot of moist mouth; a taught ness of muscle; perhaps a nipple or penis erect through a top or shorts; an expression or sigh that teases or excites. 

Donny was turned on by Kay's tight pink jeans that sculpted her vagina perfectly, the seam parting her labia. Kay's eyes drifted to Matt's groin and Matt watched as Kay's darkened nipples pressed against her blouse.

"Are there any certainties at your college?" Asked Matt. 

Kay had been with the boys about forty five minutes and the conversation had arrived at the usual subject.

"Why, are you desperate?" She smiled and sipped on her drink.




Cabin Fever



"Yes. Of course I am." He complained jokily and with both hands, gripped between his legs.

"I know Shelley Watts does, for a fact." Interrupted Donny.

"How?" Gasped Kay.

"Because Daz has done her. That's how."

"Reeeaally." Kay dragged this out thoughtfully. She had known Shelley for years but had lost close contact with her recently but rumours had circulated. "That's if you can believe Daz."

"I believe him!" Said Donny.

"Only because you want to." Kay laughed and the boys joined in nervously.

They all enjoyed talking sex it was so naughty especially in this strict town and they felt they could only do it freely in this semi-private place. They continued for some time giggling helped by the cider. As the night closed in they switched the dim light on. Kay stood up and announced she had a surprise for them. By this time they were all aroused to some extent. 

"I have a special treat for you." She went to her shopping bag and retrieved several lingerie catalogues including a 'Victorias Secret special'. "Well what do you think boys?"

"Now you're talking." Exclaimed Matt.

Matt and Donny poured over the catalogues giving the occasional "whoop!" when they found a particularly fine example. 

"Oh look at these!" Matt pointing to a pair of breasts encased in cream see-through lace.

"Look at this." Donny showing a picture of a model with a full mound of Venus, restrained by the taught pale brown material.

Kay joined in, pleased at their obvious pleasure. All three talked as they looked at the catalogues. They began playing games hiding parts of the photographs to reveal just portions of the model. A shoulder here; an ankle there; the swell of a breast; the nape of the neck; a buttock half clothed. Each one had to deliver an erotic view and the other voted on it. Strangely, the rise of a tanned flat stomach, bordered by a stretching cream top panty line, won the most votes. So Donny won.

She returned to her shopping bag and fished out several sets of underwear. The boys heads turned and stopped.

"Oh my God!" Laughed Matt, Donny was dumbstruck. They were both excited and put down the catalogues they were viewing.

"What ARE you DOING?" Matt asked. Donny sipped on his cider to moisten his drying mouth.

"I was shopping today and thought you might like to see what I bought." She placed the various sets on the settee so that the boys could have a good look. There was white, red, cream, brown, blue and black. They were silken and some bras had full see-through lace cups and some half cup front loaders. The panties were matching boy pants or high sided briefs. "This is not something I normally do. Show my underwear. But as you're so expert in lingerie I wondered if you would like to give your opinion and perhaps choose your favourites?"

She picked up the red briefs and held them against her jeans. "What about these are they to your liking. I might wear these for college on Monday or maybe next week when I come over. Here feel."

Donny groaned. "No contest they're my favourites."

"Easily pleased." She tossed them to Donny. 

She picked up the royal blue boy panties, with her fingers holding either side. "Or would you prefer these."

Matt gawped at the display but thought there might be more in this. Donny ran the material through his fingers and lay back on the bed, his hard-on noticeable through his tracksuit.

"This is incredible." He said.

"I think we need to see them on before we can choose." Matt commented.

"Ohhh! You want a 'live' fashion display?" Responded Kay.

Donny instantly supported Matt as he realised where this was headed.

"Well no chance! I'm a good girl and don't flash my panties." She fluttered her eyes and held her hands to her shoulders in a coy pose. 

"Come on. Who's to know." Matt.

"I'm not that drunk."

"Don't you trust us?" Donny.

"No."

"Why not?" Matt and Donny.

"Because of what's in your pants and in your minds." She wagged her finger at them. "I know you too well. Isn't it enough that I let you see my new underwear?" 

"No." Replied Matt emphatically.

"Doesn't it satisfy you that only YOU know what I'll be wearing under my clothes?" Kay flirted unashamedly. "It'll certainly get me aroused."

She sat on the table and crossed her legs.

" Well it's nice but I'd rather see what was under your clothes now." Matt was unyielding.

She stared at Matt and he stared back.

"And what will you do in return."

"You can certainly see mine." Donny held his stiff penis through his shorts. "I am absolutely bursting."

Kay laughed.

"Hmmm that'd be a good start I suppose." She smiled and she held the boys in awe with her beauty. She giggled and tossed her head. "But I'm not certain I should."

"Oh come on Kay. We're friends aren't we? Who better to show to?" Donny was eagerly clutching at himself.

"Hell I've shown you my underwear. The underwear I'll be wearing next week all close up to my body. Doesn't that turn you on? Isn't it enough? Last week you could only see pictures now you can actually feel them."

Donny reflected as he felt the silky material of the red panties and shrugged in acceptance.

"Ok." He looked from under his hooded eyes mischievously from Matt to Kay. "Can I come in them?"

Kay was shocked and gasped putting her hand to her mouth and screamed laughing with Matt.

"Oh you dirty boy." She looked aghast at Matt who now looked impressed by Donny's response. She looked back. "You are outrageous. What am I to do with you?"

Donny was unabashed.

"Come on what do you think? You'll be excited wearing them knowing we've come in them and so will we and it'll be our secret."

She turned and paced the floor throwing her hands in the air. Eventually she turned her face flushed and beaming. She turned to Matt.

"And you as well. Are you going to do it?"

He was stunned at first but then thought what the hell, I might as well.

"Sure. I'm not letting him get ahead of me."

She clasped both hands to her face and groaned in mock horror.

"In the same panties?""

Matt shook his head and waved the royal blue panties.

"No I'll have these."

Kay shook her head and repeated "outrageous" as she laughed.

"What do you say? Our secret." Said Donny.

"Well if it satisfies you." She through her hands in the air. "Ok."

She looked from one to the other. This was the furthest tey had ever been together, She had seen the shapes of their penises and they had fooled around but never anything like this.

"I'll be washing them." She chastised. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Just watch and enjoy." Donny said naughtily.

Donny stood and removed his tracksuit bottom to reveal white cotton briefs. She looked at the dark hair across his flat muscular stomach and thighs. His hard-on was barely concealed. Both Matt and Kays breath quickened when Donny pulled his throbbing penis out of his briefs and slipped the foreskin back over the moist head two or three times. It was slick with pre-cum. She watched as Donny took the red silky panties in his left hand and wrapped them around his straining member as he continued to pull it with his right hand. She was a little disappointed the panties obscured the view. It was still a real turn on and she was curious how his stiff cock would feel to touch but did not dare ask. 

Donny was engrossed in his activity. His shoulders hunched, right arm like a piston moving back and forward, his naked narrow hips and legs, his underpants and tracksuit around his ankles. Kay looked as her new red lingerie felt the power of his stiff cock jerking into it. She was aroused. Matt to was aroused. She turned to him.

"Hmmmm." Her breath caught slightly." And what about you?"

Matt snapped out of watching both Donny and Kay's reaction. He rolled the top of his cycle shorts down more cautiously than Donny and flipped out his vertical flesh pole. Kay and Donny turned there heads. Kay could see that Matt's was quite a bit thinner than Donny's and bent upwards but looked longer by a couple of inches. Matt proceeded to pull his foreskin back and forth over the head and this turned Kay on even more. He gripped and slowly slid his clenched fist up and down the length of the shaft. Kay squirmed as she watched. Matt didn't use the panties.

"Aren't you going to use them?" Kay asked breathlessly.

"Oh sure." He smiled at her as he slid his fist down and revealed the purple head pointing at her. "I thought you might like to hold them for me."

Kay was shocked again and Donny turned his head, nodding it vigorously. Kay was so excited and wanted to know how they felt to the touch. She squealed trying to suppress it with her hands.

"OK." She gasped. "But I'll just put them on. I'm not doing anything else." 

Donny stopped what he was doing and watched as Kay picked up the royal blue silk panties and proceeded to wrap them around Matt's long thin bent shaft. She gave the shaft a slight tug and felt the skin draw over the head. Kay felt wet and wasn't sure she hadn't wet herself as she felt moisture on her inner thigh. Matt groaned his eyes rolling back in pleasure. Kay recovered composure and replaced Matt's hands back on himself. He immediately started pumping.

"What about me?" Donny stood his stiff naked penis pointing at her. Kay was now really aroused and felt she owed him the same. She reached and removing the red panties from his hand used them to grip his thick short member. He groaned and bucked himself into her clothed fist. She didn't move just held him there as he groaned and thrust himself into her mock vagina. "Oh yes, yes yes."

Having started first Donny ended first and Kay felt the warm liquid spread through the material onto her hand as his cock jerked repeatedly until he gripped her wrist, to stop her, smiling euphorically. Kay removed the panties and wiped the mess with them. 

Matt groaned so they both turned to watch him. He pleaded with his eyes for Kay to intervene and she gripped him through the panties. This time she slid the panties up and down his curved shaft until he was ready, enjoying the new experience and power it brought dispensing such pleasure, then he helped position his cock end to shoot his hot cum onto the crotch of her royal blue panties. There seemed gallons of the stuff soaking the white cotton patch. Donny cheered.

"Right on the button. " He smiled at Kay. "You'll feel that when you wear these again."

Matt felt such pleasure he had never experienced it was just not the same as doing it yourself. He looked at Kay with gratitude and she smiled.

"I haven't worn them yet." Kay cleaned Matt with the blue panties and he enjoyed the attention. "Anyway you haven't chosen the days I'm to wear them yet." 

Matt tucked himself in and Kay dropped the soiled panties into the bag. Donny was as keen as ever.

"Wear the red panties tomorrow."

"What for church?" Kay asked dubiously.

"Why not. It'll brighten Reverend Hopkins sermon." Donny patted Matt. "He'll be warning us of the dangers of sexual permissiveness and we'll know what Kay is wearing and what we've all done. How exciting."

"How will we know?" Matt turned to Kay. "We'd only have your word for it."

"We are friends aren't we? Wouldn't you trust me?" Kay seemed hurt.

"Of course. I didn't mean that. " Matt touched her shoulder and then put his arm around her. "I was just trying to ... well it'd be nice to see .... some evidence... make it even more stimulating."

Donny got up and put his arm around her as well. Kay still felt horny as she hadn't the satisfaction of an orgasm as they had but knew that this wasn't the time for her. She smiled understanding his reason was for more excitement.

"Ok Ok. Look I'll find a way." 

They sat down and talked about how each of them felt. They had all enjoyed it though Kay admitted she felt frustrated but did not feel ready for anything else .... Yet. This of course almost caused them to get hard again in anticipation. They were still friends and that's what mattered. After a while they got back to Kay providing evidence.

"If you're going to show us why don't we make a game of it and have to acknowledge you but in a non-verbal way." Matt said bringing his gaming interests to the fore.

They laughed and nodded in agreement.

"Why not make it the most exciting way." Interjected Donny.

They all warmed to this theme.

The boys decided on the days for each set of underwear. Kay would supply evidence for each day of the week to both of them and they would acknowledge it in some ever more daring way.

++++++++

Sunday meant church. Kay attended with her mother and father but Matt and Donny went alone. When they arrived Kay was already seated about half way down the aisle. Matt and Donny almost managed to position themselves behind her but for Mr Goodiner the tall well built town butcher and his wife. Mr Goodiner was a good four inches taller than Matt, who was no dwarf at six foot. He had full head of dusty grey hair and moustache to match. He stood towering over his timid wife as she concentrated on her praying. The boys new him and he acknowledged them. Kay turned and nodded to the boys. 

Kay was wearing a two piece pleated skirt and top of cream with a red floral pattern. Her short sleeves were gathered just above her elbows. The boys couldn't imagine how she could provide evidence today without lifting her skirt up, but waited in expectation. The benches were quite generously spaced and had shining brass placks in place with the name of each donor written on them. 

The service started and after the initial entry they all sat to listen to the sermon of the day. Matt and Donny were becoming anxious. They sat whispering to each other incurring the displeasure of Mr Goodiner stern stare. Matt then noticed peering over Kays parents shoulders a red reflection in the brass nameplate in front of Kay. He nudged Donny. Donny took over from Matt and there it was the evidence on full display. Kay's legs were spread apart showing the red panties nestling between her thighs. Donny also noticed Mr Goodiner had used his keen eye to get an unexpected pleasurable view from his lofty heights.

Matt and Donny mimed there pleasure with opened mouthed expressions of disbelief, then returned to the display but Kay nonchalantly dropped the hem over her knee adjusting herself demurely.

The service dragged on until its inevitable conclusion and the congregation filed out in neat order first bench first. Kays mum and dad then Kay left her bench followed by Donny and Matt in single file. First Matt then Donny each caressed her bottom briefly as they walked down the aisle and away from her. In the throng near the church doors she felt another hand fondle her but never identified who it was, not wanting to bring any undue attention to herself.

Kay was so turned on and couldn't wait to get home. Just the thought of wearing the soiled, though washed underwear had made her wet, but to church and displaying herself that WAS a turn on knowing the boys were ogling her, she could almost hear them panting. When she had felt their acknowledgement she thought her legs would give way and then the mystery hand ....

Once home she went to her room and stripped to her red underwear, she was horny. She laid on the bed and began gently tickling her flat stomach, then brushing her hand up to her breasts. She pulled her bra to one side and eased out her breast, her nipple rubbing against the lace material sending a thrill throughout her body. Her right hand slid beneath her panties as she played with her left nipple. She slid a finger to her vagina and moved the hair aside to locate the damp folds of sensitive flesh. She opened her legs further and slid her finger downward to spread the abundant fluid to the drier areas. She immediately began to feel on the edge of paradise. She thought about the boys cocks the different size and shapes, being filled with desire and then coming in her underwear, this underwear. There brushing against her bottom so gently and sexily. This started her off in earnest and she began a rhythmic rubbing and sliding with her fingers. She had an idea and leaped to her bathroom retrieving a deodorant bottle. The rounded purple screw-top cap was not dissimilar to the end of a penis in shape or colour. Both hands were in her panties as she lifted the material with the back of one hand so she could insert the bottle with her right. She slid it in slowly as far as it would reach, which wasn't far and withdrew it then reinserted it, as she repeated this action, she began thrusting her hips. She was soaking wet and she forced her thumb against her clitoris as she gyrated her body. She began to feel the pressure building, the warm pleasant waves emitting from below her midriff.

"Kay! Are you ready to help prepare lunch?"

She jumped and almost fell onto the floor. Damn! It was her mother. Kay calmed herself and opened the door slightly. The bottle was wedged between her legs and it did not feel unpleasant.

"Hi mum. Yes that would be great I'll be down in a couple of minutes."

"Are you alright? You look a little flushed in the face."

"I'm fine don't worry just getting changed that's all."

Her mother left and she closed the door then crept over to the bed. She laid on her back and opened her legs wide. She slid her hand under her panties and use a thumb and forefinger to just nip the end of the bottle, she tugged at it until it slipped out with a slurp and a pop. It was so slippery. She had never done anything like that before but she knew it wouldn't be the last time, though it would have to be a little longer, with enough to ensure she could keep a grip on it. 

She tidied herself up and regained composure though she was still extremely horny. She went downstairs and assisted her mother, whilst there she saw an opportunity and offered to prepare the carrots. 

"Try and leave some for later in the week." Her mother busied herself and one by one Kay sized scraped and chopped the carrots. Ensuring a large was deferred for later in the week. It was about eight inches long and had a rounded end and was not unlike a penis.

When she had finished her mother thanked and said she would call her when it was time to eat. Kay took the carrot and leaped up the stairs to her bedroom slipping the bolt on the door. She stripped to the red underwear rushed to her bathroom washed and dried the carrot. She dived on the bed and lifted it in the air.

"Mr Carrot you are going where no man has gone before."

She slid her hand into her panties and gently moistened herself again, thinking about last nights exhibition. When feeling quite ready she moved her red silk panties to one side and gently began to insert it into her vagina. It was slightly awkward at first as she offered resistance but as it moved upward and back it became more and more coated with her slimy juices. She groaned as it made its way further into her. She had no hymen, lost when she was horse riding and much younger, there was a mixture of pain and pleasure. She finally reached as far as she could while still leaving a handle. She began sliding it back and thrust ever more wildly. She pressed her mouth into a pillow so that she did not attract her parents attention. She rubbed her clitoris and felt concentric circles of desire and pleasure travelling through her body. She looked down to see the orange phallus slip easily into the black her covered vagina as she spread her legs apart and then squeezed as she thrust in. She fantasised about Matt and his hard muscular body or Donny with his short fat cock. At the moment she could do just about any cock as long as it was stiff and hard. Just by saying these words she tipped herself over the edge. She screamed into the pillow.

"Fuck me, Matt Fuck me. Oh Donny fuck. Tom stretch my cunt Tom. Reverend Hopkins I'm a little whore. A fucking little whore. What are you going to do about it." 




Cabin Fever



Each time she said a name the thrill became greater. She stretched her magnificent body bucking the vegetable as her thumb pressed her secret nubbing. She started to cum and felt a burning in her loins and pleasure transform her body. She groaned but squealed once unable to cover her mouth. She had to control herself from pushing the object all the way into herself with the flat of the hand, as she was worried what might happen. After a while she lay on the bed her hair a mess, drool from her mouth on the pillows her panties discarded on the bed,, a carrot sticking from her. She slid it out and tingled as it left. It was coated with her juices, but it was still a carrot, she really needed something else.



Cabin Fever



Susannah had no way of knowing what it was that lay in store for her as the first snow flakes of winter began to fall. It had been a generous spring and summer for her and her father. They were the last survivors of a long journey west that had begun three years ago. 

It had taken one year to make it to their homestead from Missouri. On the way, Susannah and her family had lost the youngest member of their family, Jonathan. The trip was a rough one for a two year old and he had succumbed to a severe fever a mere three months into it. The others had lived until last winter. Susannah's mother, younger eighteen year old brother, and her aunt had all been killed when the sleeping room of the house had collapsed under the weight of four feet of snow. It had been soaking up water since November and had been unable to hold out any longer. She and her father had been up early that morning- he was clearing a path to the barn and she had been preparing breakfast. That fact was the sole reason they had survived. If her mother had not been ill, she would have been curled up beneath the fur and homespun blankets ignorant of the impending fate. 

Her father had almost died from a flu he had caught while attempting to dig out the family. His efforts had been to no avail and had only succeeding in putting him at risk of death. Susannah had carefully nursed him back to health and taken over all of the household chores. They had almost starved, but spring thaw had been their salvation. 

The area they had settled in was generous eight of the twelve months of the year. The temperatures, although cool, were moderate and perfect for raising crops and animals. That past spring had been the first that the crops had truly rewarded the two survivors of the Miller family. Her father had been in grieving for two months and had not been much help. But when the first of the shoots of grain started pushing through the surface of the once frozen ground, he recovered. It was as if the struggle facing them became symbolized in the struggle of his crop. 

For the first time since the day of the collapse, she saw him go sun up to sun down without a drink. From that point on he was a whirlwind of activity. He reinforced all the support beams and roofing in the home. He built a stock room immediately adjacent to the main room. He also built a small outhouse that was part of the main shelter. There wasn't enough wood to rebuild the sleeping quarters but he installed beams off of the kitchen that allowed sheets to be hung and permit some sense of privacy for the occupants. For six months, Susannah had believed that maybe things were changing for the better. Perhaps all the promise of the West would prove true. 

But then the snow started falling. That first day it was a mere two inch dusting. But the next day it was six inches. The following day and it had not stopped. Susannah watched disconcertedly as her father began to sit in his chair just outside the door, and drink. In the freezing weather he sat for the first week of snowfall, seemingly unmoving outside the door. Eventually, he moved inside. But still he just sat watching the flakes build up on the ground. Soon the snow was beginning to press heavily against the glass panes on the window and some were beginning to crack. Susannah's father reinforced them with boards and then nailed hides over them, to keep moisture out and the heat in. Two weeks past this way. Susannah fixing holes in clothing, cooking venison and bread, and cleaning while her father patched holes, kept the fire burning, and drank. By mid-December they were no longer talking and Susannah had begun to notice her father acting strangely. 

At first he would just watch her quietly work. He would prop his rocking chair in the far corner of the room by the fire and stare. His eyes would follow her every movement and rarely blink. It was unnerving to her. The roof creaked, the fire crackled, and her father stared. Initially she thought it was just thoughtless behavior. Perhaps he really was someplace else imagining a happier life with the rest of the family.

That thought would vanish from her head one night a week before Christmas. Susannah had filled the washing basin with boiled water and was excited for the opportunity to bathe after several weeks of soot and animal fat. She had hastily undressed, not wanting the steaming water to cool, and slipped into the water. She scrubbed her skin furiously, after dunking her long tresses repeatedly beneath the water. Then she allowed herself a moments respite and collapsed back against the smooth wooden edges of the basin. For several minutes she closed her eyes and dreamed wearily of spring and the pleasure of the outdoors and work. Realizing she was being selfish, she rose hastily from the water and bent forward, reaching for her night gown. As she picked up the rough cloth from the ground and stepped from the tub she heard a noise from behind her. 

Susannah turned towards the room barrier and found her father, the intense gaze on his face. He had a small smirk and his eyes were bloodshot. It took Susannah a moment to realize that he was not looking at her face. His eyes flashed from her breasts to the small thatch of hair over her maidenhood. That smirk remained and Susannah stood frozen. It took her a second to spin back around and dive into the gown. Still he stood watching her, that smirk on his face. The material clung to her wet skin emphasizing the apex of her thighs and the upward thrusting curves of her breasts. Susannah spun from the tub and dove into her bed, and buried herself beneath the hides and blankets.

For several minutes she sobbed, wondering what had possessed her father and what would happen the next time she was forced to be near him. She started to doze off to sleep when she heard his clothes drop to the ground in the small enclosure besides hers. Then she heard him step into the lukewarm water of the basin. For several seconds it was quiet, then she heard her father let loose a long guttural grunt. Routine splashing followed for several minutes and then all was quiet again. Susannah was innocent and did not understand the implications of the auditory clues she had been witness too. About an hour after she heard her father climb into bed she finally welcomed the sweet nothingness of sleep. 

The next morning, Susannah woke early and slipped out into the kitchen and began to make breakfast as routine commanded. Her father rose at his usual hour and stoked up the fire and replaced some hides which were soaked from routine exposure to melting snow. These he would hang out to dry by the fire until they were ready to rejoin the battle against the constant white powder. He took his morning toilet and sat at the table as Susannah served bread and venison. They ate quietly, Susannah never looking up from her plate. After breakfast, she went to put away and wash the dishes and repack whatever scraps there were. When she finally finished, she heard her father call out from across the room in a choking voice.

"Susannah. I'm sorry." When she did not answer he continued, "I should not have been looking at you like I was. I just forgot for a moment that you weren't your mother. Can ya forgive me?"

Susannah felt instantly ashamed for her feelings of violation. She did look like her mother after all and this was the first time that he had endured a winter without her. Combined with being trapped in here like they were, he was bound to get a little cabin fever. 

"Come sit with me by the fire," he beckoned. Susannah put the last of the dishes up on the shelf on the wall and turned back to her father. She walked across the room and accepted the hand he offered as he pulled her into his lap. She rested her head against his strong shoulder and curled her legs up onto his lap, ignoring the way her skirt gathered behind her knees. She cried softly for a few minutes, still unsettled by her own selfish reaction. They sat there quietly for a quarter of an hour longer before her father changed the nature of their relationship forever.

At first, it was just his arms wrapped around her waist in a familial embrace. But his breathing began to quicken and his head lifted from where it had been resting on top of hers. He cradled her still, his body almost imperceptibly more tense. Susannah did not notice at first. She was back to that happy spring time where things were as they had been. It was not until his hands broke apart and went different directions that she realized that things had changed for the worse. 

His right hand went drifting up her side to the side of her breasts and it rested there. His left hand began drifting as far down her leg as it would allow. At first it just rested on her upper thigh. Susannah was very tense now and her mind was frozen. She searched for some excuse to make that would allow her to escape. But until lunch there was nothing. She was trapped beneath four feet of snow in a dark cabin lit only by firelight. After a few minutes Susannah felt his hand begin to gather her gown in between his finger tips and tug it upwards, soon she felt the hot gusts of heat coming from the hearth breezing against her bare upper thighs. 

"Pa. Please no. I'm not Ma. Please stop." 

Her whimpers went unnoticed. Her father was lost in his own shallow breaths. He kept his arm wrapped tight around her waist and her pinned against his body. His right hand began to slowly drift under her breast and began to squeeze and knead at her soft pert flesh. His other hand slid under the small bit of skirt left over her waist and fished up to her buttocks. The hot pressure of his large hands petting her smooth skin caused her to squirm against him. Susannah's whimpers grew louder as his hands stroked her breasts and ass. He pinched at her nipples and began to slide the palm of his hand into the crack of her buttocks. He momentarily allowed one finger to press against the tight hold of her anal passage. By now Susannah was in a frenzy, her heart racing and her body thrashing against him. 

"Hold still. Hold still. Keep still darling," he muttered over and over again. Eventually his arm tightened up and his hold on her breast locked in. Soon Susannah felt his groin begin to grind against her squirming backside. She heard the same low moans of the night before escape his lips as he pressed something hard into her twisting butt and hip. Soon his hold on her left breast loosened and one of his arms dropped to his side. Susannah jumped from his grasp and whirled around, stumbling back towards the door frame. She collapsed against the smooth rounded edges of the solid oak framing and curled there, her eyes moist with tears and locked fearfully on her father and the wet spot gradually appearing on his leather jerkins. 

She lay there like that for an hour or two, unable to will herself into motion. Eventually her father pushed himself from his rocking chair and ducked into his sleeping quarter. After another half hour or so, Susannah pushed herself from the ground and busied herself in the kitchen. She glanced nervously for her father and watched for him to appear from behind the curtain that was her only true defense. 

Once again she cooked the meat through and through and cut slices of the day old bread. Susannah dutifully covered the meal with a napkin, knowing that not preparing food for her father risked his anger. And she was worried what strange terrors that would bring. After finishing up with her portion she went to the outhouse and peed. When she returned inside her father was hastily eating the food she left him. His eyes rose from the plate in front of him as she entered and traced her movement to the fire. Soon he too rose from the dining chair and moved back to his accustomed position in the rocking chair. Nothing passed between them. Susannah stared into the fire, her mind trying to decipher her father's actions and their meaning. 

She had been told in her youth that no man was to touch her except for her husband- and now the very man who had instructed her of this necessity was violating that sacred rule. She did not understand the significance of the actions of her father because no further explanation had ever been given to her. As her mind grew more and more tangled in its immature efforts to grapple with the strange behavior of her father and the seemingly frightening reality of the next two months, she grew exhausted. Soon she decided that it would be best to retire early for the evening and safe embrace of sleep. 

She quickly slid under the covers, not bothering to change or remove her clothing. It did not take long for her to drift off. Several hours later she awoke to her father's hand gripping one of her shoulders and flipping her over. Once again, Susannah found herself incapable of fighting back violently enough to fend off his molestations. 

He had pulled her prone body over in between his legs and had looped his calves over her thighs, keeping her from kicking or thrashing. His elbows dug into her shoulders just over her armpits locking her arms down as his hands tore at the hem of her dress. He furiously ripped the thin loosely woven material to shred, the strong stench of alcohol causing her to gag as she whipped her head back and forth. Once the entire lower half of her dress had been destroyed he locked his legs and began to pull them back up towards him. The motion caused her thighs to be pulled painfully apart and her naked sex to be exposed to his eyes. Susannah was too tired to cry and collapsed against him, hoping that he would release her after some more of his grinding. It was then that she noticed that he was naked and that the same hard thing which had pressed into her earlier was now pressing against her lower back. 

Susannah's father again resumed his perverted and callous attack on her chest. His hands squeezed at the semi bared breasts of his eighteen year old daughter. His eyes thrived on the site of the pink tips of her nipples hardening as he pinched and pulled at them. Her pale skin had been free from the light of day all its life and now her areolas were highlighted against its creamy hue. Susannah limply watched as her breasts grew red from the rough movements of her father's hand and she became vaguely aware of her father thrusting once more against her back. 

Soon he tired of her breasts and pressed two of his fingers into her mouth unexpectedly and thrust them in and out several times. Susannah was caught of guard by this bizarre behavior and did nothing to defend her groin now that one arm was free because she did not know what was about to happen. Once the fingers were sufficiently moist he moved the hand back to her crotch. He began to press the tip of one of his pointer fingers into her slit, ignoring the sudden movement and cries of pain that Susannah elicited. She was virginally tight and inexperience and in no way aroused. The finger only made it inside up to the first joint before her clenching vagina stopped it. 

A few seconds later, Susannah felt a sudden splash of hot fluid on her back. It continued to spurt onto her body for a few seconds before her father rolled from beneath her and back on top of her. He laid there, his heavy body draped over hers, with his dick still dripping onto her. Susannah tried squirming free until she realized that he was asleep and would do her no harm the rest of that night. She wearily passed the time listening to his heart beat and flinching with every movement or twitch. By morning she was emotionally exhausted and nearing some insanity herself.

Susannah jumped from the bed the moment her father woke and ran for the door to the stockroom, hoping to barricade herself inside. But despite his hangover her father was too quick and he drug her to the ground only halfway across the room. When she tried to squirm free, he slapped her hard across the back of the head, knocking her back to the ground. When she dared make one more move he pelted her again. Susannah laid still.

"Suzie, darling. I am getting tired of these games. You are my child, ya hear me! I made you and I can do what I will with you. Your mother would have wanted you to take care of me, I reckon. You're the woman of the house and you better start behaving like it." His voice was raw and filled with anger and lust. Susannah had never heard him speak this way. "Now I am going to let you up, but don't bother trying to run from me again. You've got a lesson to learn, and I am going to be teaching it to you."

He pushed himself up off her and stood, naked as the day as he was born, glaring down at her. 

"Stand up. Now." Susannah did as she was ordered. She desperately tried to cover her groin and the exposed nipple of her left breast, but was met only with another harsh slap to the side of her head. "You'll learn this lesson good. Or you'll be seeing a lot more of those. Keep your hands at your side." Susannah did as she was told; her head hung low and her eyes filling with tears. "That's better." He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to the fire. "Take the rest of that shift off and through it in the fire," he ordered. Susannah reluctantly obeyed, now entirely naked before her father. "Now turn around," he instructed. She turned back to face him and found him sitting in his rocking chair, pulling at strange shaped long shaft that extended from his groin. It was surrounded by a dark cloud of black hair that seemed to mark its base like a fence. 

She stared at it, bewildered by the significant difference between her womanly regions and his member. "You'll learn to love him, like your mother did. He can be very kind to you when you give him what he wants," he muttered to his petrified daughter. "That'll come later, you bet it will. Sit," he instructed pointing to the ground opposite him in front of the fire. Susannah did as obeyed and pulled her knees up to her chest and her feet to her crotch. "Don't you dare try and hide yourself from me again girl. You don't want any more slaps like earlier do you," he threatened. Susannah once again found herself lowering her legs and exposing her breasts to the hungry eyes of her father. 

"Now spread your legs apart you little slut." Susannah did as obeyed and parted her thighs. "I am going to start your teaching now girl. Your tits or breasts as you like to call them are made for two things; feeding babies and turning on your man. Now I am your man, so they are for me and my friend here," he said with a pat of his cock. "Your pisshole is also for your man. It's for me to put my dick in. You remember watching the dogs go at it when you was younger. I stick this up your little chute and fuck you like the little bitch you are." Susannah winced at every foul word and graphic description that poured from his mouth. Her mother had been kind and gentle and would not have permitted such language. "Now you will do what I say and this will go better for you. First I am going to teach you how to make yourself enjoy this little game we is going to play. I want you to lick your fingers like I did last night and then I want you to rub the pink lips that are around your pussy." 

Susannah nervously did as instructed, unsure of what results he was expecting to produce. She stuck her pointer and middle finger in her mouth and licked them and moistened them with spittle. Then she did as instructed. Her movements were jerky and inexperienced and lacked the finesse to really produce results. "Slowly circle that little virgin hole of yours. Touch yourself real softly." 

Susannah tried to obey the commands. She kept her eyes focused on her hands, refusing to look up at her father. Her two digits softly traced the outer folds of her pussy, lightly lining them with moisture. She just kept repeating the same motion over and over, hoping this new trial would soon end. "That's it baby girl, that's it. Now take your middle finger there and press 'tween yourself. Just slide it up and down between your twat nice and easy," her half-crazed father muttered breathless. Susannah did as told once again. She pressed the longer slender middle finger into the folds of her twat. She pulled it up and down, its pale skin being overlapped by the moistening pink contrast of her daddy's prize. She continued this motion, the pointer finger beside it further enhancing the now warming sensation growing in her belly. 




Cabin Fever



"Pick up the pace. Faster, ya little whore. You like it!" He was excited by this realization. Susannah's mother had been an enthusiastic partner who had savored the act of procreation. The prospect that this eighteen year old child of his could be the same way made his cock jump in his hand. Susannah was beyond dutiful now. Her eyes were fluttering and she was leaning back on one arm. Her two fingers were racing up and down her slit, pulling more moisture to the surface. She decided, of her own accord, to attempt what her father had earlier; insertion. 

She plunged the tip of her finger into the now dripping canal and was rewarded with a sudden buzz of excitement ringing through her body. That was all the encouragement she needed. Soon her finger was giving her a truly harrowing first pussy invasion. It was rapidly plunging in and out, her pointer finger collapsing and sliding down over her lips with each thrust of its partner. Soon she was laying flat on the floor, her cunt thrust in the air for her father to lust after. Slurps of liquid pleasure met her each thrust and her own groans and occasional slap of the hand met the crackle of the fire. A puddle was forming beneath her as she ravaged her own pussy, lost in the newfound pleasure of masturbation. Soon she felt her mind begin to go blank and a strong wave of pleasure rise up. Susannah thrust her hips forward and into the air, drips of her juices flying onto the ground as she slammed her fingers home once more and experienced the ecstasy of her first orgasm. As she collapsed to the ground, she was given brief respite from the new onslaught of emotion and desire. 

Her father had lost control of the incestuous desire within him and had lurched to her, his prick waving in the air like so many trees in a storm. He buried his stubbly face between her thighs, his strong arms pulling the honey pot of his young virgin daughter to his face. 

He lapped at her outer lips and surrounding areas with abandon, drinking in the sweaty mixture of her pleasure. His tongue found purchase amidst her pink folds and repeatedly fucked in and out of her tight tunnel. Susannah found herself digging her hands into her father's hair and thrusting her womanhood to his mouth, despite the distant screams of her moral upbringing. She savored the sounds of his desire transferring to her cunt. For the first time in weeks her eyes locked with his daughter and a connection was made. Lust. 

Her father was licking her twat with long strokes before dipping it deep into the tight pink hole. His lips and chin and nose were covered in her fluids and he drank headily from her. He would alternate sucking in the sensitive skin and thrashing it with his tongue. Soon Susannah exploded once more into a frenzy of activity as her father brought her to orgasm. He lapped her up for a moment, before his own need became preeminent. 

He rose quickly from his laying position and pushed her raised knees apart. Susannah looked down between her breasts and her parted thighs at the long stiff cock of her father. She understood its use and its intent much more clearly now, but she was not as afraid as she had been earlier. Now she wanted to feel it tearing at her depths, seeking to bury itself within her womb. She wanted it deep within her, bringing the daughter and her father pleasure. He did not wait long to give it to her. 

He grabbed her by her waist and lifted her lower body off the floor and brought her to the onrushing wedge of his cock. His first thrust was on target and Susannah's back arched as the well lubricated, albeit tight, hallways of her cunt allowed her father to reach her hymen. He pulled her closer to him and then leaned into his cock, pressing it through the thin barrier and stealing away her virginity and the last vestiges of her innocence. 

Susannah writhed in pain. Her father's dick was big and wide and seemed to split her in two. He only wanted more and lifted her legs over his shoulders, enabling his cock to reach its maximum depth. He withdrew slowly, enjoying the maddening grip of her twat as it sought to draw him deeper and to force him out. Once he had nearly cleared the now lightly bleeding pussy he plunged back in. His first strokes were long and deep and slowly pulled free. Susannah was beginning to have moments of clarity brought on by the new pain. 

Guilt was beginning to seep up into her mind as she looked at the lightly pink residue of her juices forming outside of her lips and over her father's cock. Susannah's father wrested such moral qualms from her as he beginning to thrust into her with short quick strokes at a steady rhythm. A new feeling begin to flood her body. His upward curving cock was putting pressure on something entirely new. Soon Susannah's ankles were locked behind her father's neck and her fingers were clawing at his forearms. She managed to use her shoulders to press herself back onto the pulsing rod inside of her most treasured innocence. She was gyrating her hips wildly while releasing grunts of pleasure much to her father's delight. He began to pound into her, his balls smacking her in the ass, and picking up the juices which had been spilling downward. Soon the room echoed with the cries of pleasure, the slurps of Susannah's hungry twat, and the grunts of her father's exertions. 

It did not take long for Susannah to experience another orgasm, this one from deep within. Her cunt flooded with juices as if she had pissed and came spurting out with a downward thrust of her father's cock. It covered the two of them and the floor and added to the musky sexual scent of the cabin's interior. Her pussy seized up on his cock as he tried to pull free, and drug him back in. Soon, Susannah's father buried his dick deep within the still clamping cunt of his daughter and released its load in hot burning spurts, filling her womb. Susannah writhed and twitched beneath her father, her eyes closed and rolled back within her head. Her ankles lock broke and her thighs fell loosely apart, sliding down to the sides of her father's body. He collapsed forward on her, smearing the puddle of juices which had formed at his knees. 

They lay there momentarily gasping for breath and trying to return to the dark interior of the cabin. As his cock melted away within her, Susannah's father rolled off. He lay there one hand on his chest and the other in his daughter's crotch, lightly toying with her still erect nub. Susannah was now his. 

She desired only more of him and to please him. Her cunt was his, her breasts were his, and her pleasure was his. She pulled herself slowly to her knees and pivoted to her father's feet. He looked down his body as she began to lick the instep of his feet and work her way upward. Susannah was cleaning him of all her fluids and was loving the heady taste of her juice. She lapped each leg meticulously like an animal that had finally found water in a drought. No drop of her juices was too small. By the time she reached the dick that had produced her it was hard. 

Sensing that her father was once again in need of her, she began to kiss the wrinkled and sweaty sack that rested between his thighs. She licked the stickiness off of them, smirking at the small intake of breath her father made, when she hit a particularly sensitive area between them. Then she licked her way up the shaft of the erect cock, pondering her own taste. Soon her lips found the head of his prick, still moist from their previous encounter. She had just parted her lips and her tongue had just danced over its tip, when it went plunging into the depths of her throat. She nearly gagged at this attack, unprepared for its length or width. Her tongue was trapped against the bottom of her mouth and her jaw was painfully stretched. 

Startled, Susannah glanced up at her father and saw only the underside of his chin as his neck arched in pleasure. Understanding that this was what he wanted, Susannah pulled up for air and then plunged down again. Soon she felt her father's hands thread the back of her hair, holding it out of her face as she sought to swallow his throbbing dick whole. Instinctively one of her hands found her own waiting genitals and began to stimulate her. Soon her fingers were plunging into the cum filled hole of her newly broken cunt and were diddling with her clit and outer lips. 

Susannah was only vaguely aware of the pleasure building within herself as she reveled in the taste of her father's cock. She loved the mingling scents of her own sex, his prior release, and sweat. Soon her tongue was acting as her pussy walls had, moments before. It was caressing and pulsing and rolling over the underside of his dick as he pressed it deeper and deeper into her throat. Susannah's father was in heaven and his dick was starting to leak its lubricant into the new channel caressing it. The sounds of his daughters moaning and the sight of her ass thrust high in the area, humping at unseen fingers sent him off again. With one final thrust he pressed her head down the length of his cock, as his jizz flooded her throat and mouth. 

Tears rushed to Susannah's eyes but she sought to swallow every last drop of her father's precious seed. She licked and sucked the thick fluid filling her mouth down. She did not want to spill a drop. The thought that she could bring such pleasure with her mouth was a huge turn on to her. As she drank up the last drops of his cum, she pulled free and dropped her head on his thigh, right below his cock. Her fingers urgently plunged into her pussy, spreading the jizz there all over, until she too reached climax. Her ass wavered in the air momentarily then slumped over, legs twitching and smearing her daddy's cum over her thighs. The father and daughter lay there, content and pleased in the fading fire light. Outside it was cold and deadly. Inside new pleasures had been found which would carry the family through another winter. And a new life had been made......



Cabin Fever



Tim yawned hugely as he padded downstairs, an empty glass in his hand. He almost tripped over his feet at the bottom, and steadied himself with a muted curse. The morning was cool, the house enveloped in a pre-dawn glow. He walked into the kitchen, resting the glass in the sink.

Butterball, the fat ginger queen of his home, wrapped herself around his legs. He smiled, and felt the cat's purr against his leg. He bent to retrieve the cat food from under the sink.

"Come on, then, Puss, here's breakfast!" He refilled the ginger cat's bowl with clean water, filled a second set of bowls for the feisty young Siamese male, Keebler, and then went to open the top half of the back door that led out into the backyard. He leaned on the sill, and stared out on a peaceful morning. The fog had not lifted a foot off the ground, and the resulting picture stirred a deep, satisfied response inside him. He inhaled deeply, watching the mist swirl upward. By the time the sun came up, the morning would be clear and crisp, and the soupy mists would have dissipated. 

Although Timothy Chandler was no longer in the first blush of youth, he enjoyed his life with satisfying gusto. He was a writer, and his latest book had finally gone to press last evening. He had a week before he needed to begin work on the next project. Well, not begin, but rather complete. He thought about what he had planned to do with his time off, and the smile on his face this time was deliberate, and calculating. His sister Gwen was coming later this morning to house-sit for him, while he went on his first little vacation in five years. He needed this time away, for more than one reason. 

He watched as the fog began to lift, and rehearsed his plan. The trip to the lake would take almost all day, but once he had recovered a little, he'd begin to weave the spell that he hoped would win him the prize he most sought -- the woman he was falling in love with. It had taken him long enough to figure out, or perhaps admit, or both, that he loved Kathryn Harrison, and he knew that now, though all the fear and misunderstandings of the last year had been aired and expunged, he had to show her that what he felt was real, and that he would always love her. He had to show her that only she was the spark that set him off, like Roman candles on Independence Day.

Tim closed the top half of the back door, and went to check his messages. No one had called from the publishers, which was a good sign...unless they had e-mailed him. He touched a key and the laptop lit up. Kathryn had left him a message.

"I got here a little while ago, and you're right, Tim! It's beautiful! Even in the dark! Wish you were here!"

He sat down. "I wish I was there, too, toots! But I'll be there before you know it! Keep my spot warm for me." 

Immediately, the IM box came alive, and before long he was grinning broadly. "Showered yet? I kinda like the image in my head..." She stuck a tongue out.

Tim chuckled. "Sure you want THAT image?" he winked and she replied,

"Too late. Already there!" The rolling-on-the-floor-laughing emo appeared. "What time will you get here?"

"Around six!"

"Can't wait...see you later, babe!" The little flirt emo appeared, their mutual sign-off note. He sent it back to her, and felt the place in his heart he'd kept closed off warm with thoughts of her, and what he planned to do when he saw her...

...Tim woke to the stewardess's hand on his shoulder. 

"Seatbelt, please, sir! We're about to land." 

He struggled into an upright position and put on his seatbelt. He'd been to the lake before, and had told her about it when he got back. He'd told her he was thinking of maybe retiring there. How they had gotten from those friendly chats, to intimate disclosures about her raging hormones, to this rendezvous, had him thinking lusty thoughts by the time he was on his way to the lake.

The lights twinkled on the front porch and in the kitchen when he walked up the front steps, lugging his suitcase. He pushed open the door and immediately the smell of cooking assailed his nostrils. He dropped the case and followed his nose, entering the kitchen as a tall, caramel-skinned woman stood up from peering into the oven. She turned, as though she had heard him, and their eyes met. Her smile started there, in those big brown eyes, and spread over her whole face. She looked exactly as he remembered, and his response was immediate and telling, if she had looked at the front of his slacks. He resisted the urge to adjust himself.

They had talked a few of times on the phone, in addition to the two, and sometimes three-times-daily chats on instant messenger, and had exchanged photographs, and he had met her for lunch while on a book tour a few months earlier. But this was the first that they would spend any significant amount of time together, and Tim did not know what to expect. It had taken some careful negotiating on his part, with a very light hand, to get her to agree to share the cabin with him. He broke the awkward silence.

"Hey there, pretty lady! Something smells good in here!" He approached her slowly, and watched her walk toward him, his skin tingling in anticipation of touching her.

"Hey, Tim!" Her voice was hoarse and she cleared her throat. She stopped about a foot away from him and stared. 

Tim felt his cheeks heating, so great was his desire to make contact with her, and he reached out and touched her face.

"Still beautiful!" When she smiled, he found he needed to hold her, so he did, pulling her fully into his arms. He felt her shudder, and he tilted her face up and stared into her eyes.

"What?" she asked. A small frown marred her brow.

"Nothing," he lied, willing himself not to shake. "I'd forgotten how beautiful you are in person," he continued. She smelled of some sweet, exotic fragrance, but under that, he smelled her, the essence of her that rattled his composure. He dropped a tender kiss on her hair, lightly, so she didn't feel it, and letting her go abruptly, moved away to sit at the table.

It had been a long flight for Kat, and she had had more than enough time to think about what she was doing here. Timothy Chandler had become her friend a little over a year earlier. She had been miserable, lost personally, and he had been a kind listener with a warm heart. Kat had discovered that Tim was as guarded as she was, maybe even more so, because he had been badly hurt by someone he loved. So she had tried to ensure that all they had was a deep friendship. But when they had met for lunch when he came on a publishing tour to her town, she saw something in his eyes that frightened and thrilled her at the same time. She had always been quick to lose her heart, and she was determined not to do so with Tim, especially since their relationship was really only being played out online. What trust could she place in a man she only knew from an IM box and some blogs? What trust could he place in her?

She had been surprised to find that the cabin only had one bedroom, with a king- sized bed. True, there was a queen-sized sleeper in the living room, so she had decided to take the bedroom, sure that Tim wouldn't mind using the sleeper. The cabin was fairly large, and situated on the lake so that they would have direct access to the boats as well as to the shoreline, should they wish to picnic. A pool was available for swimming, and she had seen, on the coffee table in the living room, a brochure that detailed the places to go, and things to do. She had discovered the hot tub when she went out to see the backyard. As she unpacked, she remembered again the conversation in which Tim had told her he liked to see a woman in nylons with a seam up the back, in stilettos, and garter belts, and corsets, as he had called them. He had spoken laughingly of stripping his lady of these vestments in front of a fire, and having some deliciously warm fun.

The thought of lying on a soft, plush rug in front a fireplace with Tim made Kat warm all over, and she struggled to rein in her imagination as she finished unpacking and went to begin dinner. This week might not pan out the way she was envisioning it. Tim really didn't know her, still, nor she him, and a week might not be enough time to overcome the reticence of two adults who were afraid to make themselves vulnerable to another human being. They came from different worlds, and she always felt that difference, though not as much with him as with others. And there was that huge weight that she carried around her neck like Coleridge's dead albatross. She walked into the kitchen and unpacked the groceries she had brought with her -- giant chocolate chip cookies, milk, eggs, cheese, the fixings for Jamaican rum cake, as well as a bottle of wine, steaks, potatoes and salad fixings for today's dinner.

She recalled how he had asked her to keep his spot warm for him till he got there, and she was sure a hot meal, and his favorite "nightcap" -- a cookie and milk -- would more than achieve that goal. The cake was almost done, and she stood up in time to see him walk into the kitchen. She had not heard him come into the house, and despite her innate reserve, a smile flooded her face as she found herself walking toward him. 

"How was your trip?" she asked, putting the small island between them. 

"Uneventful," he answered. "They didn't leave, or lose, my luggage!" He chuckled as he said that, and sat in one of the two chairs at the small kitchen table.

"I gave you the front "bedroom"," she continued, chuckling. "Why don't you go ahead and put your stuff away while I dish up dinner?' She avoided his eyes as she spoke, busying herself taking the cake from the oven and checking the pan with the meat one more time. She could feel his eyes on her, and the warmth in her cheeks deepened.

"I will, in a minute," he said, not taking his eyes off her face. "I enjoy being where I am right now, though," he added, and winked at her.

"Why don't you come sit here for a minute or two and let me look at you?" When she opened her mouth to protest, he added, "I really want to look at you, Kat!"

When she made no move to obey him, Tim walked over to where she stood by the stove and pulled her across the small space to the counter on the island.

"Why are you avoiding me? Hmmm?? We don't have a lot of time, and I spent the whole flight thinking about how I'm going to make some of those fantasies we've talked about come true!" He paused, and turned her face up to his. "Like this one!" he ended, lowering his head for a real kiss. 

Kat watched his tanned face as it descended, and when his lips touched hers, she closed her eyes. Tim teased her with his tongue, playing at the seam of her lips but not going further in. He walked his mouth across her cheek to her ear, and he kissed her gently there, and behind it, before proceeding down the column of her throat to her neck. He placed another gentle kiss there, slid back up to her mouth, and stole a quick, hard, tongue-teasing kiss, and then lifted his head.

"We've talked a lot this past year about what turns us on," he said, his voice low. "I can now honestly say that YOU turn me on! I want to kick things up a notch! Right from the getgo!" He saw the puzzlement in her eyes, but knew that what he did next would clear up any confusion as to what he meant. He kissed her mouth again. Hard. She moaned, and he lost it. The kiss took on a life of its own, growing in intensity, in depth, in neediness. He tasted her lips -- had she been eating chocolate? He pushed his tongue inside, and mated it with hers. God, she tasted good! He wrapped his arms around her, and felt her responding as much to the hug as the kiss. It turned him on even more...but now wasn't the time. 

Tim let her go slowly, and saw the dazed look in her eyes with some satisfaction. It cleared as she looked back at him. He knew she loved the sweet seduction of kissing -- she'd told him so often enough. He'd keep it here, for now, give her time to relax, to trust him. Give himself time to find out if what he thought, what he felt, was true.

"Still beautiful!" he said again, making her blush. He smiled, and traced a slightly trembling finger over her high cheekbones and full lips. She backed away from him, and he let her go completely, and sat down again, watching her. 

Whatever Kat had expected, it had not been the kiss he planted on her. She moaned when his mouth touched hers -- she could not help herself. He deepened the kiss, taking her along with him to sensual new heights. She was trembling when he let her go, tense, and aware that it would only get worse as the evening wore on. What could she do? She didn't want to give off mixed signals, and a part of her prayed that something real would happen this week.

"Thank you, Tim," she answered, blushing furiously. She watched the slow, seductive smile spread across his face, and felt an answering warmth begin to swell inside her.

"You never blushed online, you know. I would never have guessed you were so shy!" He chuckled softly.

"Had to leave SOMEthing for this week. What fun would you have if you knew everything about me?" She chuckled too, the color receding from her brown cheeks. He made her feel comfortable, and she relaxed. 

"How about dinner? You ready?"

"If it's ready, I'll have some. What are we having? Can I help?" Tim watched her walk back to the stove.

"We're having meat and potatoes. Yes, you can help, but..." she held up a restraining hand when he went to get up, "no, you may not! I've got it. You can run clean-up!"

"I thought I was the English expert here!" he teased, as she removed two dishes from the oven. 

"Just because I take pictures for a living doesn't mean I don't know English, you know. It WAS my undergraduate major." Kat placed the hot dishes on twin hot pads on the counter. "I just love the way the pictures look in different lighting, and how the human face and form tell stories. Sort of the way your words do." She took plates and glasses from the cabinet above the counter, and set them down on the table.

"Do you know where there's a tablecloth, or place mats?" She turned away, not waiting for his answer and retrieved knives and forks from the drawer beneath the counter. 

"Here, let me," Tim offered, and took the utensils from her. Where their fingers touched, sparks fired. Kat's eyes flew up to Tim's, and they locked glances. The sparks heated up, and she let him take the items from her suddenly nerveless fingers and take her hands in his.

"Such soft hands!" he said, a note of wonder in his voice. He raised them to his lips, and let them linger on the palm of each one.

Kat inhaled, trying to steady her hands under his lips, and failing. She saw the knowing look in Tim's eyes when he let her go, and she hurried to get the dishes from the counter to the table. Her hands were shaking so badly, she couldn't hold them, though, and she took deep, steadying breaths, hoping to bring her racing pulse and rapid heartbeat under control. For some reason, her mind went back to their other meeting, over lunch. When they were through, and he had paid the check, they had walked outside together. It had been raining, and he held the umbrella for her, escorting her to her car.

He had hugged her, she remembered, a huge, hard, tight hug, the kind she loved, the kind he had greeted her with when they had met two hours earlier. And then, he had kissed her. On the lips. The shock of that circumstance had caught her long after the hard kiss was done. Because it had lasted all of five seconds. That's right -- five seconds. The significance of the salute had eluded her -- the more she thought on it, the less sense it made. Why? What did it mean? He had already hugged her, and squeezed her tightly to his chest. After that, when she had thought he was letting go, he had held her arms, pulled her back to him, and planted one on her. No tongue -- just warm lips pressed to warm lips. After that, he had loosed her completely, and waited for her to open her car and get in. Then he'd walked away.

It had seemed to her like a spur-of-the-moment thing. And yet it also smacked of premeditation, as though he had spent the previous two hours thinking about it, and wondering whether he should or he shouldn't. Thinking of it now was making her ache -- with longing for him, with longing for more. And the sweetness of that longing rode her hard.

"I'll take those!" Tim's voice behind her startled her. She had not heard him move. She turned, and he was right there, in her face almost, and the desire in his eyes was as plain to read as the opening pages of his latest book. She moved to the side, and let him take the dishes to the table. She followed him and sat across the table from him, watching him serve their plates. At the last minute, she remembered the salad, which she got from the fridge and placed with the rest of the food. Tim placed a healthy portion in her salad bowl and then dug into his own food with gusto. Kat watched him, remembering how he had enjoyed the two large chocolate chip cookies he had had with his coffee that afternoon.

"Getting full by osmosis?" he asked suddenly, making her blink.

"No, just ...thinking," she answered, and then she ate all the salad in her bowl.

"This is good cooking, lady!" Tim said, wiping his mouth on a paper napkin. "Spicy! I like spicy!" He drank deep from the water in his glass, and then looked quizzically at her. 

"Thinking about what?"

Kat hesitated, avoiding his eyes. Everything felt suddenly very intimate, and she didn't want to admit to thinking about him more than she should be. She heard his amused chuckle, and when he said,

"Cat got your tongue?"

Kat swallowed. "No...I just...it's nothing. I wasn't thinking about anything important." She was forty-nine years old, Tim fifty-one, yet here she was, stuttering out a lie to hide her feelings. Surely her teenaged self would cringe at this display!

"I think you're lying, lady," Tim drawled. "And I think I know why, too." He stood up suddenly and began to clear the table. "But I'm a patient man. I can wait." He winked at her as he washed the few dishes they had used. Kat found a dishtowel and dried them, putting them away as she did. When the cleaning up was done, Tim gestured toward the little sitting area in the front of the cabin. He took the wine from the fridge, grabbed two glasses, and followed her. 

"Go ahead, sit down," he invited her. He sat next to her on the loveseat and poured her some wine. "Here you go," he said, handing her a glass full of wine.

After pouring some for himself, he touched his glass to hers and said, "To discovery!" He sipped, then put the glass down on the coffee table.

"So tell me Kat, did you bring a bathing suit?" 

He looked at her as he asked his question, and saw the answer in her eyes before she nodded and took another sip of the liquid in her glass.

"Good! We'll go swimming tomorrow!"

"You forget, I don't swim," she replied, chuckling. "Maybe you can give me some lessons?" She arched an eyebrow at him, and smiled.

"I'd love to," was his immediate response. "Ticklish much?" He wagged an eyebrow at her.

"Are you planning to tickle me, mister? Because I WILL laugh, and probably flop about!" She found herself laughing as she spoke, and Tim joined in merrily.

"Flopping about sounds like a lot of fun! Sounds tantalizing! Wonder what will get exposed?" He grinned broadly at the slow blush that began to creep up her cheeks. "I'm going to have a ball this week," he added, winking at her, "if it takes so little to make you color up." He paused, eyeing her flushed cheeks and full lips, and then continued, "You're incredibly beautiful when your cheeks are pink!"

"Tim, you don't have to..." Kat began, but he touched her lips with his index finger, and she stopped in mid-sentence.




Cabin Fever



"Yes, I do!" He spoke emphatically, as though he needed her to understand. "Yes! I do! I have to make it clear to you right from the start that this is no joke, that I am serious about getting to know you this week. Really well!"

Kat heard the subtle emphasis on the word "know", and when she looked into his eyes, those blue, blue eyes, they were dark with desire, with passion, with something she was not willing to name.

"What else could you possibly want to know about me?" she asked instead. "Haven't I bared my soul to you this past year? You know everything except my bra size and most sensitive spot." 

She stopped and took a long drink from her glass, hoping to distract him from her last statement, but Tim waited till she moved the glass to her lap before taking it from her and pulling her in to him. He sat back with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Kat relaxed, though it took her a good minute to let go of the tension that sat in her shoulders.

"So, tell me now...or is that something else you want me to find out this week?" His voice was low, seductive, his breath warm on her ear. "I don't mind playing detective. I don't mind at all!" He kissed her cheek, and then her ear, before resting his lips on her hair. 

"I haven't felt this peaceful in a very long time," he admitted against her ear. "My last real holiday was five years ago, and the last time I held a woman in my arms, like this, was even longer ago than that." He squeezed her shoulder, and sighed. "Feels good, on both counts." He tucked her into his side, pressing another tender kiss on her hair.

"You smell so good, sweetie! What are you wearing?" His voice caressed her, lulling her, soothing away her tension, even as his hand slowly slid over her shoulder, down her arm and back again, in a mesmerizing motion.

"Hmmm. Gotta think...I put it on this morning." Kat furrowed her brow, and then smiled slightly. "Charlie, actually! It's my one "cheapo" scent, but it's so delicious! I love it!"

"Cheapo smells like hot sex on you, sweetheart! Must be your scent under Charlie that's driving me nuts!" he whispered hotly in her ear, before turning her face round to his for the kiss he'd been wanting ever since he'd pulled her into his arms. He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, wanting her so much his hands shook with the struggle to restrain himself from ripping the clothes from her and ravaging her. 

Tim had not felt such deep, earth-shattering lust in a very long time. It felt new to him, fresh, and almost completely beyond his ability or desire to control. He was eighteen again, and Kat was the one he most wanted to be his girl. And the couch was the back seat of his car, or the bank of the river on which their town stood. Or the tall four-poster bed in his house now. The one he went home to every night, and slept in, alone. He thought of this luscious woman in his bed, under him, her legs wrapped around him, the room filled with her cries of ecstasy and his groans of satisfaction. The image made him moan into her mouth, and slide his hand down her front to the round orbs of her breasts. Even under the thin material of her top, they made him hard. He pinched a nipple between his trembling fingers, and she moaned with pleasure.

He slid his mouth from hers, breathing hard, and whispered in her ear, "You okay with this, sweetie?" He moved his head away from her so he could see her face, and when she nodded, he pulled her back to him and hugged her. Kat could feel him trembling, and she reached up and traced the line of his jaw, stopping to caress his cheeks. That was his undoing. 

"God, Kat, I want you so much! It's kinda scary you know! You just make me want..." He stopped and looked deeply into her eyes. "You know what I want, don't you, hon?" 

He didn't wait for her to answer him; he couldn't. Her eyes begged him to come back to her warm mouth and take the treasure she offered him. He kissed her again, slowly, deeply, mating his tongue with hers in an erotic dance that left them both weak with longing for more, for the real dance of love.

"I hadn't meant to move this fast," he confessed, stroking her hair and looking into her eyes. "Maybe just some kisses tonight, and then I'd start weighing in with the big guns tomorrow. Give you a chance to get used to me a little more." He caressed her face as he spoke, pausing to plant soft kisses on her cheeks. His breath was warm on her face as he continued. "But you get to me, Kat. So much..." He stopped again and touched her breast with a look of awe on his face. "May I?" He slid his hand down to the buttons on her blouse.

Kat smiled slowly. "Even if I wanted to say no, Tim, I want to feel your hands on me as much as you want to touch me." She pressed her hand over his where it lay, and pushed gently against him. "I wasn't going to let you get this far tonight, either, you know. Maybe some cuddling, nothing more." She reached over to touch his bottom lip. "But you have a way of making me want to bare all." She smiled shyly at him, and then whispered, "Yes, Tim. You may!"

Tim moved his arm from around her shoulders and began to unbutton her blouse, but he was shaking too hard, and Kat chuckled softly.

"Need some help?" she wondered aloud.

"You'd better, if you don't want to lose some buttons!" he answered, chuckling with her.

They managed to unbutton her top together, giggling and kissing each other with feather touches of lips. When the blouse hung open over her ample breasts, Tim spread the two sides wide and looked at the black lacy bra she wore. Her breasts mounded slightly over the tops of the bra, and he leaned forward and pushed his face into the valley between them, inhaling deeply.

"God! I'm dying here, Kat!" 

He peppered the tops of her breasts with wet nips and kisses, and then, loosening the clasp at the back, pulled the cups down and away from them impatiently, honing in on the by-now-erect nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, all the while worrying the other with his fingers. He rolled it between forefinger and thumb, pinched it, and then transferred his mouth to it, to soothe the ache, and attended to the other now-wet nipple with his fingers. Kat groaned deeply as he made love to her breasts, feeling the tide of passion rise inside her, and rise, brimming to a climax.

"Tim!" she cried out, shaking uncontrollably. He raised his head, looked deep into her darkened brown eyes, and plunged into her mouth, kissing her wildly, wanting her to cum, wanting her to wait, wanting her. He rolled over her on the loveseat, pinning her under him, and pressed his erection into her.

"Feel me, baby? Feel what you do to me?" He kissed her again, and Kat opened her legs and let his body settle there, the hard line of his arousal pressed into the apex of her need. The thin linen of her slacks made her feel him everywhere, and she felt a gush of desire wet her crotch as she pressed herself against him.

"You make me feel eighteen again!" he said, sliding down her body, settling his mouth against the place where her wet heat called to him. He reached up and undid the zipper of her slacks. Kat pushed it down and Tim saw a black thong. He groaned, and slid it aside, pushing his tongue into the slit and making her cry out again. He teased her clit with his tongue, and blew gently on her, making her groan.

"Tim!" she called his name again. "Please!"

Tim could not wait another second. He heaved himself off her long enough to remove her slacks and thong, and then he loomed over her, watching the emotions scroll across her face as he removed his clothing, throwing them anywhere. Then, before he plunged his hard cock inside her waiting center, he rasped, 

"Condom? I can't get to mine right now!"

Kat raised her hips, as though to answer his question, opening her legs to give him full access, and Tim felt himself sink to the hilt inside her. Ahhhhh! His heart raced, and he could hear his blood roaring in his ears.

"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed harshly, and thrust inside her, hard, rhythmic movements, pumping into her uncontrollably. He barely heard Kat's cries as he slammed into her, feeling his climax gathering force. He increased the speed of his thrusts, unable to help himself, unable to enjoy the sound of Kat coming under him in a tumult of tremors and groans, caught in the grip of a passion he had not experienced since he was a younger man. When the wave hit him, he stiffened, almost in pain, and let his seed surge into her wet heat.

"Unh!" he grunted, when at last the tide ebbed, and he was spent.

Kat heard the ragged breathing all around her, and knew they were both in the same condition -- sated, and exhausted. She smiled, a secret, satisfied smile. This may not have been her plan, and tomorrow she might find herself full of regrets, but right now she would give anything to feel Tim inside her again, fucking her senseless, making her feel her need, taste it, and know the inexorable drive to have it met again and again. Only this time, the need was directed at one man, and he was just then rolling off her and pulling her up to his chest so they could cuddle. His arms were strong around her, his heartbeat steady, his breathing finally slow. Kat draped her arm over his, where it lay across her belly, under her breasts.

"Kat," Tim said, his voice echoing in her ears, "that was incredible! Thanks, baby!" He caressed the underside of her breast, and kissed her cheek. "Shower?"

"If you'll shower with me," Kat replied, turning in his arms and looking shyly at him.

"There'll be no other way this week," he said, smiling at her. "Not after this!" He bent and kissed her lips tenderly. "Never after this, baby!" He kissed her again, and then stirred. "Come on, lazybones, get up!" He hauled her up with him, letting her body slide down his, loving the feel of her breasts against his chest. "So sexy!" he exclaimed, and smoothed his hands over her bottom.

Kat felt suddenly shy again, and hung her head, pulling on his arms. Tim laughed, and let her go.

"You can run, lady, but you can't hide!" he said teasingly, and walked with her into the bathroom. He set the water temperature while she fetched bath towels, and then he pulled her into the shower with him. 

"Come here," he invited her, his voice hoarse. 

Kat stood before him, wanting to cover herself, and fighting the urge. His eyes were devouring her, and she felt herself growing warm under his needy gaze. 

"Tim, it's cold!" The temperature had dropped as the sun set, and Kat shivered.

"It may be. But I'm hot, lady! Real hot!" His smile as he pulled her under the spray was warm and seductive, and his hands caressed her everywhere as he got her totally wet. 

"Baby, let's make this slow, okay?" 

His low-voiced suggestion tickled along her spine, and Kat leaned against him, luxuriating in the feel of his big hands on her. She moaned when he slid his fingers over her breasts, down her belly, and between the lips of her sex. She leaned harder, opening herself to him, letting him bear her weight as she opened her legs wide. She felt his response in the groan at her ear and the hard press of his erection against her bottom.

"Kat, baby! Turn around!" 

Tim didn't wait for her to obey but spun her around and pressed himself against her from shoulders to knees. He pressed his mouth on her throat, which she had arched in seductive abandon. 

"Sweetheart, you're so damn irresistible!"

Kat could not stop the trembling of her limbs any more than she could stop the beating of her heart. She wanted this man with a depth of passion and need that shook her, even as her orgasm pulsed through her from his fondling.

"Tim! Oh God!" she cried out in ecstasy. "Hold me!"

"Always, baby, always!" he promised, hugging her to his chest. He fondled her till the last throes of her orgasm pulsed through her, and then he just held her, till her tremors subsided. He felt the power he had to give her what she wanted rise inside him, and grow. He wanted her again, too, as though that first explosive joining had been insufficient to quench his thirst for her body, her heart, her soul.

"I want you again, baby," he whispered hotly in her ear. "So bad I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything else. But I don't want to wear you out." He chuckled suddenly, recognizing the energized feeling in his limbs that had him thinking he could make love to her forever. "Let's shower, and go to bed, okay?"

Her answering moan was his undoing. 

He breathed deeply in her ear, letting her feel the press of his hard cock between her cheeks when he turned her around again. He moaned into her ear, and she turned in his arms, raising her legs and letting him slide his sex along the lips of hers, teasing them both with desire. They pushed each other closer to the edge, and when Tim could bear it no longer, her turned her around and plunged into her from behind. She felt him all the way inside her, deep, pulsing...and when he began to move she almost died of pleasure.

"Oh! God, Tim, you feel so good!" she moaned, and pushed back against him, needing to maximize the feeling of connection, the electrical charge, the fire that raged between them. "Don't stop, babe," she begged him. "Don't ever stop!"

Tim was fired up by her words, and he pumped into her, hard and fast, loving the way her walls tightened around him, the way the spasms flicked at him, touching off sparks that he knew would flame on soon. He groaned into her ear, wishing he knew how to tell her what she did to him, how she made him feel complete, even as she set him on fire. He wanted to devour her where she stood, to intensify the sheer quality of the ecstasy that heated his blood, and that now was gathering with incredible force and sweetness in the base of his spine. He felt himself explode inside her as she cried out his name, and he was surprised to find he could not stop himself until he was totally drained. He felt himself pulsing inside her, and as she came, the spasms of her contracting muscles milked his cock, extending his pleasure immeasurably. He almost collapsed against the shower wall, pulling her back against him, out of breath and more sated than he had ever been in his life.

Neither Tim nor Kat knew quite what to say after that last explosive orgasm. Each felt the awkwardness of new lovers, and the pull of intimacy of old lovers. Tim knew the next move was his. He turned Kat in his arms and tenderly touched his lips to her forehead, her cheeks, her eyes, the tip of her nose, her mouth. He did not seek to leave a deep caress or invitation, but rather a tender promise of sweet love. He felt more connected to her in that moment, and more protective of her, as he washed her body, caressing her with hands that trembled slightly from the strength of his feelings. 

Kat knew then that she had to tell him. She knew how he was feeling, because she was feeling it too. The ache of wanting him was never-ending, now that he had stoked the fire of her desires, and the love she finally admitted she felt for this man threatened to overwhelm her. She let him wash her body, but when she would have returned the favor, he shook his head.

"No baby, not this time! I want you to get some rest. It's been a long day for both of us and I haven't been too gallant so far this evening. We have all week, sweetie. I promise you, we'll savor this. See you in a few. I'll come to say goodnight..." he let his voice trail off, and Kat knew what he wondered, although he said nothing. 

"I'll tell him tonight," she promised herself, as she slipped the silky pajama top over her head, and stepped into the bottoms. The material soothed her heated flesh, and excited her at the same time. She turned back the plain white sheets and slid under them, pulling the flowery yellow comforter over her. The night had grown very cold, and Kat was grateful for the cocoon of warmth that the covers provided. She could hear Tim moving about in the little living room, setting up the sofa bed, turning the volume on the television down, going to the kitchen and returning, going into the bathroom. She lay there, wishing he would hurry up and come to her, feeling the thrill of his lovemaking still tingling in her flesh.

He seemed to have fallen asleep, because she heard no sound, although she strained to hear him. Disappointment tugged at her consciousness, dragging her down under the covers, and the questions came flooding in unbidden. What if she had been precipitate? What if this had been a test, and she had failed? What if he realized they had made a mistake, and he was just trying to find a gentle way to let her down? She began to shiver under the covers, and tried to wrap them more securely around her. But it was not cold that made her shiver, she finally realized -- it was fear. She had been a fool, and given herself to a man without thinking it through, and now she would bitterly regret her impulsiveness.

"Cold, sweetheart?" Tim's voice broke the painful silence that had grown around her and she started like a frisky colt. He chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Sorry, love. I didn't mean to startle you!"

Kat had to clear her throat before she could speak. "It's okay." She paused, and swallowed. "I thought you had fallen asleep." She shut her mouth, before she gave away her thoughts.

"I said I would come in to say goodnight. Here I am!" Tim watched her face as he stopped speaking, and wished he could read the odd expression on it. He leaned in for a kiss, and when his mouth touched hers, they both moaned. 

Tim's skin caught fire from the touch of her mouth on his, and when she reached up and encircled his neck, pulling him down to deepen it, he sank down beside her and devoured her mouth. He lay on top of the covers, she underneath, the barrier of cloth a tantalizing addition to the erotic kiss. Tim could feel himself hardening, and he fought against it. He wanted to slow down, to give her time to get to know him. This flash fire of lust between them was clouding his mind, and probably hers, and he wanted to make sure, when this interlude was over, that they both knew what they really felt for each other, what they were getting themselves into. 

He pulled away from her with a supreme effort of will. "If we don't stop here, I can't be responsible for what happens next." His voice was hoarse, his hands shook, and he stood up abruptly. 

"Good night, Kat! Sweet dreams!" 

He stared into her flushed face, and turned sharply away. Once at the door, he turned back and looked at her with all the longing he felt for her in his eyes. 

"See you in the morning, sweetheart!"

Closing the door quietly behind him, he walked back into the living room and sat heavily on the bed. His heart pumped blood loudly in his ears, and he almost wished he still smoked. He needed to do something to calm the jitters, to stall the rampant lust that shook him. But he was tired, as it had been a long day of traveling for him. And no doubt so was Kat, he reminded himself as he stretched out on top of the blanket on the bed in the living room. He lay face up, his hands behind his head, staring vacantly at the ceiling, trying to forget that the woman he was hard for was down the short hall, in a real bed, trying to ignore how desperately he ached for her. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and tossed for several minutes, trying to get comfortable to fall asleep. But his mind was too alive, his consciousness too alert for him to even feel drowsy. He marveled that his body could feel so exhausted and yet be unable to let go.

He sat up, finally, feeling hot despite the chill that the heat did not completely dispel. There was a movie on television, and he went to the kitchen to get one of the cookies Kat had so thoughtfully provided, and a tall glass of milk. He went back to sit on the floor in front of the television. It was a spy flick, and he figured by the time it ended he would be sufficiently relaxed to go back to bed. The cookie disappeared, and he went for a second, to finish the milk, he told himself with a chuckle. The movie seemed to go on interminably, with the requisite escapes from impossibly dangerous situations. Long before it ended, Tim had fallen asleep, slumped against the couch. 




Cabin Fever



He awoke with a start, shivering. Struggling to his feet, he made a mandatory visit to the bathroom, going quietly so as not to wake Kat. Thinking of her as he relieved himself, he wondered if she was still asleep, or if she had lain awake like him, burning for something she knew she ought best not to want so desperately. He washed his hands, hoping the sound of flushing and running water would not disturb her. As he walked by her room, he fought an overwhelming urge to open the door and slip in beside her under the sheets. He couldn't resist the urge to look at her, though, and he slid the door softly open, and walked over to watch her sleep. The covers hid her face almost completely, but he saw that she slept with her mouth slightly open, and heard the soft snores that whiffled through on every other breath. She stirred, and he retreated hastily. It would never do for her to wake and find him hovering over her like some dark angel. He closed the door softly behind him and wandered back to his solitary couch bed, which had not been slept in. 

When the first rays of day began to creep over the horizon, Tim sat up. He had not slept, but had lain there warring with his lust, telling himself all the reasons why going back to Kat, lying in the wide bed, was the absolutely wrong thing to do. They'd only been together a few hours. They didn't really know much outside of all they discussed in those online conversations, and over the last few months, in those telephone ones. She was divorced, and the fault had not all been her ex-husband's. She had told him everything, and he knew she was capable of hurting him as deeply as she had hurt the man she had once claimed to love. None of the reasons he trotted out to stand before him in their stark rationality stopped him from shaking with the need to hold her close to his heart, to inhale her fragrance, to taste her sweetness again and again. He dragged himself off the bed, and searched in the pocket of his shirt for the packet of gum he always kept handy for just such a moment as this. 

The minty flavor burst into his mouth, tingling on his tongue, and suddenly it was more than he could bear. He stood up abruptly, stumbling and almost falling over the suitcase he had left open by the bed. He let fly an ugly expletive, frustrated desire thrumming in his veins. He moved the offending leather case, and walked purposefully down the short hall to the bedroom, discarding the gum on the way. His hand was at the door, about to grasp the handle and open it, when it opened and Kat stood in the shadowy gloom of early morning, rumpled, her long legs encased in silky pink pajamas, the top half unbuttoned, the buttery flesh of a luscious breast peeking through the opening. Her eyes flew to his face, and he hauled her against his chest, his hands bands of steel around her arms.

"Bathroom break?" he asked, his voice rough.

She nodded, apparently unable to find her voice. She felt the trembling he could not hide in the hands that held her close to his heart. She stirred against his chest, and he let her go, watching her step across the hall to the bathroom. He stayed where she had left him, until he heard a flush and water running. When Kat opened the bathroom door, he took her hand and pulled her into the bedroom behind him, closing the door behind them and pushing her up against it.

"If I don't kiss you again, now, I'm going to explode!" 

He didn't wait for her to respond one way or another. He planted his hands on either side of her head on the door, and lowered his own, pinning her with his mouth, pushing his tongue inside, reaching for hers, taking it, owning it. Her groan of surrender thrummed on his tongue, and set him alight. He could feel the fireworks of his lust exploding behind his closed eyelids, and he opened them, to stem the tide of feeling.

"Kat!" He lowered his hands to her face, kissing her again, and then he said, "I know I said we should wait, baby..." another kiss punctuating his words, "but I didn't sleep much last night for wanting you! I woke up and you were in here, and I was out there. It killed me." Another wet kiss, trailing his lips down the column of her throat, across her collarbone, to the other side, where he nipped her lovingly on an earlobe. "I want you here and now, Kat, and for as long as you'll let me have you." One more hot kiss, and then he slid his hands down to her waist. "Please?"

Tim's final plea was Kat's utter undoing. She had withstood as best she could, the assault on her senses of his mouth on her needy flesh, but his final plea, asking her permission to make love to her here and now, pinned against the bedroom door as she was, made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. She nodded, and raised languid arms to pull his head down so she could kiss him as he had kissed her only moments before. She felt his cock harden against her, and the thrill of her power surged through her. He was powerless to resist her, as she was him.

"Tim," she whispered, her voice so low he could barely hear her, "I thought you might not want me anymore, and it hurt to think that."

He pushed his hips against her by way of answer, and kissed her hard on the mouth. 

"Still think that?" he rasped, pulling her off the wall and watching her eyes widen with desire. "Come here!" He pulled her with him to the bed, and sat with her on the edge. "Kiss me again, babe, so I can be sure this is what you want, too!"  

He watched her turn to him fully and lick her lips before planting them on his. 

Kat licked the soft cushion of his lips, slowly, savoring them like candy. She wanted Tim so badly that she could taste her desire on her tongue. She opened her mouth, and watched him lower his head and suck her tongue inside. Oh God, she was dying! 

She pulled away from him suddenly, startling him, and stood up, backing away far enough so Tim could see all of her. And then, swaying to the rhythm of desire in her heart, she began a strip tease, seducing him with the slow undoing of the remaining buttons of her top, the sexy slither of the garment off her shoulders, the twirl that tossed it across the room to land at his feet. She seduced his eyes with her hands that slid down her thighs as she pushed the silky bottoms down her long legs, making him stare as she kicked off first one leg, then the other. The sultry swaying forward to retrieve the pants, and the sidle forward to drape them over his shoulders, bringing her full, lush breasts directly before his hungry mouth, made him groan, but when he would have touched her, she backed away sharply, those luscious orbs swaying sensually just out of his reach. 

She seduced his loins with the slide of her palms over her heated flesh, across her turgid nipples down her rounded belly to the thong that covered the mound that housed her desire. She pressed a finger between those aching lips through the lacy garment, and moaned, watching Tim's face as she teased her aching flesh. Tim licked his lips, and Kat smiled, a knowing smile, and slid her hands over her hips and across her thighs, turning so he could watch as she caressed her bottom, and so that he could salivate when she snapped the string that settled in the space between her cheeks. She held it away from her, then slowly bent forward, so that Tim could see the heavy mound of her sex peep out at him. And then she straightened slowly and turned again. And Tim was right in front of her, the look in his eyes telling her she had pushed him well past the point of no return.

She gasped when he grabbed her wrists and walked backwards with her, to collapse onto the bed, pulling her down on top of him. His mouth sought hers wildly, his hands searching out the tender spots of flesh that he could reach to cast his spell. Kat ground herself against the hardness that was the center of his need, and felt him push back in response. The rough hairs on his chest inflamed her, and when he pushed a finger into the slit at her bottom, she moaned and squirmed with need.

"Tim!" she begged him, but he would not relent, choosing that moment to roll her over and pin her to the bed, sending his questing fingers down to the core of her desire, and, finding her wet and ready for him, reached further and plunged a finger in as far as it would go, and stroking her g-spot on the way out. 

Kat cried out with the pleasure he was giving her, and Tim kissed her again, loving her with one, then two fingers, urgent, demanding, until Kat could no more hold off the swell of her orgasm then the tide can resist the pull of the moon. She arched her back under him, and cried out, and Tim swallowed her ecstatic cries in his kisses. He kissed her over and over again, slanting his mouth across her, sliding it down her arched throat, across her swelling breasts, down her belly to the place where heaven lived for the two of them. His cock ached to stroke into her, and he raised his head to look at her. Her face was flushed with feeling, her breathing just getting back to normal, her arms thrown above her head in absolute surrender.

Tim surged up, pressing a knee between her legs and spreading them wide. Kat opened for him, letting him into her body as he pushed inside, stroking into her slowly at first, and then, as she gave him back thrust for thrust, faster and harder. They groaned together, as Tim loved her, and when he pulled out of her to roll her to her side, she cried out a protest, until he pushed back inside. Then she sighed, and pushed back against his hard cock, loving the way he stroked in and out of her. When he moved a hand over her hip and slid his finger between the lips of her sex to fondle her clit, Kat could hold out no longer, and crashed again, her orgasm so powerful it brought Tim along with her. She contracted around him hard, and he thrust into her uncontrollably, harder and faster, gripping her hip in his hard hand, and helping her to pump his hard rod, grunting when his climax hit him, and trembling uncontrollably behind her.

"I needed you so much, baby!" he whispered, his voice a rough ghost of itself. He hugged her to his heart, which she could feel thudding madly in his chest. Kat felt his hand on her breasts, first one, then the other, fondling the rapidly hardening nipples. She had not felt this peaceful in years, and the fear that had kept her half awake most of the night dissipated, like mist in sunshine. She turned in his embrace, so that she could look him in the eye.

"What are we gonna do about this?" she demanded to know.

"About what?" Tim asked, obviously amused.

"The fact that we can't seem keep our hands to ourselves doesn't bode well for future attempts at abstinence, love!" she said, equally amused.

"Is that something you're interested in pursuing?" he wondered aloud. He trailed his fingers languidly over her body, as far as they would go,, and teased her hot flesh with his hands. "Because I have to tell you, I'm more interested in pursuing you here," he touched her mouth, "and here," he touched her mound, "and here!" He slid his finger between the lips of her sex, and watched her face change. 

Kat groaned as she felt his touch on her secret spot. Tim was sucking on her, licking her cum juices off her sweet tangle of hair. He had grown impossibly hard again, and considering the state of his arousal, he wasn't sure exactly how much playing he could handle without exploding. When she moved his hand away, and rolled over to get a firm grip on his erection, he groaned, a sound of pain and pleasure so profound it tore at Kat's insides, and made her gush. She pushed him, pumping his cock slow, then fast, circling and working him with her quick hands and nimble fingers, watching him tighten, watching his cheeks grow warm with color. When he put out a hand to stop her, she shook her head, needing to feel him in her mouth, to give him the pleasure he had given her more than once already. She lowered her head, and took him in. as far as she could. 

Tim gripped the sheets in his fists, holding himself, tightening his grip on his fast fading control. God, she was driving him mad! He closed his eyes, and felt her tongue lave the head of his aching cock, and knew pre-cum was oozing out, beyond his power to stop it. No! He wanted inside her again...now! She licked the head again, swirling the hard point of her tongue under the hood, and then sucking him in all the way. Tim felt the rush of fire in the base of his spine, and he cried out, fists impossibly tight on the crumpled sheets, finally unable to hold on to the flood. He shot cum into her mouth, and when she let him go, and pumped him one last time, he shot again and again, up his belly to his chin. Semen was everywhere -- on his chest, on his belly, on her lips, her cheeks, and Tim was powerless to do more than let it explode from him until at last, he was spent. He felt as though she had wrung him dry, and there was no more left in him. He opened his eyes, and Kat was staring at him as though she were seeing him for the first time. 

"What, babe?" He reached for her, and she let him pull her up to his mouth, where he took a kiss and tasted himself on her tongue. "What else do you want from me? I hate to tell you, but I think you took it all, for now!" He smiled at her, knowing his love for her was shining in his eyes and not giving a damn. 

"Nothing!" she answered. "I just can't believe sometimes how lucky I am."

Tim hugged her to him, wishing he could keep her like this forever. Work, family, everything faded to dullness when Kat was around. He heard the music of her laughter, of her faintly accented tones, above the noise of his mundane life. He felt the pulsing of her life in his groin, in his heart, in his soul, above the heat and cold of the world.

"Shower time again, I think," she said, drawing a teasing finger through his chest hairs, where the semen had settled. "You're so messy!" 

She giggled when he swatted her butt. 

"And whose fault is that?" he wondered, drawing her face to his again and stealing another hard kiss. 

She turned and opened her mouth for him, letting him own her there as well.

"Mmmmmmm!" Her soft moans stirred him and he drew her up with him. "Let's take a quick shower. We need to get some sleep before we head out later."

Later. He had made plans for a boat ride, and some shopping -- she had said she wanted to get souvenirs, and he wanted to get all that out of the way early, so that most of the time he could spend with her, doing whatever would make them happy. Like making love with her made him happy... He smiled, a satisfied smile, content for the first time in years. He looked down at the woman who was drowsing in his arms, and felt the same kind of serenity he used to feel when he was a small boy at Christmas, and his mother used to steal into his room to check on him and make sure he was asleep before tiptoeing out again to put the presents under the tree. The feeling he always had, that all was right with his world, that nothing would ever break the bond of love, that he belonged right where he was, in his little house on the river. That feeling of connectedness -- to life, to love, to safety, to peace -- was what he'd been searching for for as long as he could remember, what he'd spent money and time trying to find, I all the places he'd visited, all the women he'd considered. And then he'd met Kat and after that first online conversation, he was hooked. And here she was, still reeling him in. He smiled again, and heaved a happy sigh. 

Life was good...and getting better all the time! He looked at Kat again, and brushed his mouth over her cheekbone. She stirred and looked back at him. Maybe one last taste of her sweetness... He bent his head. 

When she murmured "I love you, Tim!" in that languorous, sultry, late-night radio voice, with the look of love in her eyes, his heart swelled inside him, and the kiss got hard. Their shower was going to be delayed...



Cabin Fever



The young man beside her was silent, lost in his own morose thoughts. Ginny concentrated on the icy highway in front of them, a hint of apprehension gripping her as they approached the Eisenhower Tunnel. Even though she had lived in the Rockies for sixteen years and made the drive from Vail to Denver weekly, this particular stretch of Interstate 70, approaching the Continental Divide, never failed to frighten her. Once more she wished she'd brought her husband's four-wheel drive, if only because it sat up higher and gave a better view. Her own sedan with the all season radials would get them home, but something about this incessant snowfall, though light, bothered her.

Chase sighed. Ginny spied a sideways glance at the young man in her passenger seat. Her son's best friend since grade school, Chase Nolan was newly divorced after only eight months of marriage. He and his bride had met at a conservative religious university and married just after graduation. If Ginny's son Randy was correct, both Chase and his bride had been virgins, waiting until their honeymoon to consummate their marriage. At the time, Ginny had thought it sweet and old-fashioned. Shortly afterwards, Randy had started coming to her with unusual questions. A "friend" of his was having problems satisfying his wife and didn't know what to do. Ginny had guessed the friend was Chase Nolan but hadn't let Randy know about her suspicions. 

Over the months, Randy's inquiries had become more pointed. "She doesn't like giving oral sex," Randy had told his mother. They had that kind of open communication; Ginny was proud that her son could address sexual issues with her. "He's done everything he knows to get her to relax and enjoy it, but she just refuses."

Ginny gave what advice she could, that perhaps the groom could look into tasteful videos that demonstrated the loving side of oral sex. But apparently that strategy and any others the young man had attempted had only backfired, and the bride had filed for divorce.

Now Chase was moving back home, at least until he could get back on his feet. Ginny had cheerfully volunteered to fetch Chase from the Denver airport since she'd be in town anyway. She liked Chase and had always considered him part of the family.

"Snow's coming down hard," Chase remarked as they came out of the mile and a half long tunnel. He'd broken out of his stupor and was suddenly aware of his surroundings. 

Ginny smiled his way. Their eyes met for a moment, her soft blue-green and his deep dark brown. For an instant something sparked between them. Ginny turned away quickly, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Something unfamiliar fluttered in her stomach. And why was she having trouble breathing? She stared ahead at the road, calculating their distance to home. Silverthorne was just ahead. Thank God. 

"I really appreciate you picking me up, Ginny," Chase said. They'd been on a first-name basis since he'd lived with them one summer while his parents were overseas. "It would have cost me a bundle to take a flight into Eagle."

"No problem," she said warmly. "You know I would do anything for you, Chase."

Again their eyes met. The spark between them intensified. His left hand lifted and he stroked her jacketed shoulder. She turned back to the road, a little more slowly this time, wondering: What is happening here?

Ordinarily Ginny stayed on the heavily travelled and well-maintained interstate, but the atmosphere in the sedan was becoming oppressive. She didn't need this kind of confusion...or temptation. At forty-six, she wasn't immune to steeling admiring glances at the young, hard bodies that thronged to Vail's ski slopes. Perhaps if she and her husband of a quarter-century had an intimate relationship she wouldn't have been quite as susceptible. But her husband John had quit making love to her not long after her fortieth birthday. Her life was what it was. She'd sadly accepted her fate.

"Short cut?" Chase questioned when she exited just past Silverthorne and headed in a northwest direction on a well-maintained mountain road.

"Sure. You remember this way," Ginny said confidently. "It goes by that old silver mine and then the Baker cabin."

"Oh yeah. Right to my back door. Good cross-country skiing."

"Guess you didn't get to use those cross-country skis too much in Dallas," she said cheerfully, referring to the skis he'd brought home with him and were now on the rack on top of her car. 

"No, they just gathered a lot of dust." He cleared his throat and gazed appreciatively at the scenic route before them. "It's good to be back here, among my own," he said, more to himself than her.

Ginny smiled affectionately at him. "I'm glad you're back," she said. 

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. He looked at her again, but this time in a way that left little doubt what he was thinking. 

"I'd forgotten how pretty the view is here," he said, his dark eyes boring straight into her. 

There was no way around that comment. She glanced back at the winding road, hardly noticing the snow that was now falling at an alarming rate. Something stirred between her legs. Oh God, she had never, never thought of Chase that way. Sure, she had noticed—because she had eyes—how beautifully cut he was...broad shouldered, with a tapering torso and muscular thighs...but not in an I-want-to-fuck-you sort of way.

The glass inside the car was starting to fog up and Ginny put on the defroster. Chase stirred uneasily in his seat. He crossed his legs and slumped to one side, as far from her as he could get. 

Ginny tried desperately to concentrate on the road. Ordinarily she didn't have a problem driving in the snow, but the depth on the road was beginning to unsettle her. 

"I wonder if I shouldn't turn around," she murmured.

"What?"

She glanced at him. "Well, it's just—"

He stared at her. His smoldering expression made her breathless.

"The road," she nodded before them.

Chase made a cursory glance at the road. "Looks fine to me. Would you rather I drive? I drove this car when you first got it, remember?"

How could she forget? It had been three summers ago, just after his freshman year in college. He'd lived with them that summer while his father worked in Saudi Arabia. Getting up in the middle of a warm night and wearing only a tank top and panties, Ginny had padded silently to the only upstairs bathroom in their house and flipped on the light. There, leaning against the vanity, had been a completely naked Chase, wanking his raging hardon with a pair of her silky panties and a profuse amount of her body lotion. 

Their eyes had met and he's stopped, frozen in place. Ginny's eyes had fallen of their own volition onto his cock, mesmerized. Saliva from the corners of her mouth had poured out to pool in the center of her bottom lip. A long stream of clear liquid had fallen from her lip onto the floor, making a puddle inches from his foot.

"Sorry," she'd managed to choke out, flipping the light back off and wheeling around. 

As she'd stepped away from the door, she'd heard his gasp as he blew his load into her panties. She'd hurried back into her room to lie down beside her sleeping husband, and brought herself to orgasm with just a few strokes between her thighs. 

Since then, Chase had grown into a stunningly attractive man. His chiseled features and shaggy black hair gave him an air of urbane sophistication that any woman would have found irresistible. And yet there remained a quality of boyish vulnerability in his manner. He'd been hurt deeply and needed to find his way back from the pain.

As though coming out of a dream, Ginny was suddenly aware that she could no longer see the road. "Chase," she said apprehensively.

He glanced at her, then to the road. "Stop the car," he ordered. 

She did so. He rolled down his window and put out his head. Billows of snow blew into the car, making him blink rapidly.

"I think you missed the turn," he said. 

"What?"

"I don't recognize anything."

Ginny rolled down her own window, repeating what he'd done. The snow on the road was several inched thick. She could, to some degree, make out where the land fell of from the road, but the snow was falling so heavily now that without a contrast in front of them, they could very well drive off the mountain.

"I should go back," she said. 

"It's too dangerous," Chase said firmly. They both knew people who had died on these roads when they should have given up. He took out his cell phone and gave it a try. "Out of range."

Ginny tried her as well. "This is crazy," she muttered helplessly.

Chase let out a long, calming breath. "Okay," he said rationally, "let's think this through. The highway people tell us to just sit tight in our cars until rescue comes. But you and I both know that that's a bunch of P.R. crap for the tourists who might get stranded up here. You have, what? A quarter tank? Even running the motor only to get warm and then turning it off won't make it last."

She shook her head incredulously. "Chase, I am so, so sorry. I can't believe I did this."

"Hey, you didn't do anything," he said firmly, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Look, you wanted to turn around ten minutes ago and I said the road was fine. Don't apologize to me. What we have to think about now are our options. The Baker cabin is approximately due west from here. I know the terrain pretty well so when we get near it I'll know. I have my cross-country skis, you have snow shoes in the trunk, and we've got about four hours of daylight to work with."

His confidence was heartening. Even while they had talked about a plan, the snow had built up around the doors, making it difficult to get out. Ginny hastily wrote a note to whoever found the car, stating the Baker cabin as their objective. When she joined Chase at the trunk, he had filled a spare backpack for her to wear with groceries from the health food store she'd been to that morning in Denver. He continued loading groceries into his own backpack, which also held a change of clothes and his toiletries, as well as a few small items from his suitcase. Ginny got into her snow shoes. She kept them in her truck for when she walked her dogs, which was every day.

They walked back along the road to wear it leveled off into a narrow pass that gave smooth access to the west. Chase slipped on the long cross-country skis he'd carried to this point and pushed off with his poles, sliding a bit a head of her. He'd pulled a woolen cap over his head, and in his jeans and heavy down jacket he looked right at home among the boulders and pines. Ginny pulled her scarf up over her bare lips and continued effortlessly. She could walk for hours, even with a grocery-filled backpack on her back, and not get winded. While Chase moved easily ahead of her on the skis, he was not acclimated to the altitude, and several times he stopped to rest while she caught up. 

"You're in really good shape," he said admiringly after almost an hour of steady progress. 

"I walk the dogs five miles every morning," she reminded him.

A gloom settled over the valley as the sun began its descent. The new snow made everything hushed. Nothing stirred, and except for their labored breathing there was no other sound. At last they crested a hill and the land sloped down and away from them. In the center of a blanket of white was the cabin of the Baker family, shut up tight for the winter.

"They only use it in the summer," Ginny said as Chase looked for a hidden key, an open door, or an unlocked window. 

He picked up a rock and broke out two panes in a bedroom window. "Well, I guess next summer I'll be buying them a new window," he said as he put in his hand to turn the locks. A moment later he hoisted up the window and pulled himself in. Ginny waited, cold and hungry, for him at the front door. 

Chase only just set down his backpack before he headed off to the backdoor. "I saw a propane tank in the back," he said excitedly. "I'll see what I can do about getting the water on."

Ginny went to work building a fire in the massive stone hearth. Except for a rather shabby little sofa and a coffee table, there wasn't much else in the bare living room. Once the fire started to blaze, she left it to check out the kitchen. The refrigerator was unplugged and empty. Except for dishes and pots and pans, every scrap of food had been removed. She was glad Chase had thought to bring food. 

Two bedrooms stood completely empty except for the bed frames and mattresses. The linen closet was devoid of even a single blanket, although a sleeping bag and a pillow had been absently left in a corner, probably by one of the children. These she carried back into the living room and tossed onto the sofa.

Chase walked in, looking pleased with himself. He went to the kitchen and turned on the water. He flickered the lights. He turned on the stove and watched it warm up. 

"All the comforts of home," he said, coming into the living room to warm himself in front of the fire. He glanced about the room. "Any chance they have a furnace?"

"I didn't see one," Ginny answered, "which is perhaps why they only use it in the summer."

He looked into the flames. "The search party will be out tomorrow," he said matter-of-factly. "They might find the car if it stops snowing. But it's still coming down hard out there."

"We brought enough food for at least several days," she remarked. "As long as we conserve our energy and don't do anything strenuous, we'll be fine."

His eyes flashed at her and his lips started to curl into a smile. Ginny had to stop and think what she'd said. A blush crept over her cheeks as she realized the double meaning in her statement. 

"Speaking of food," she said quickly, turning away from his penetrating stare, "I think I'll make us something to eat."

Things in cans and boxes weren't her idea of a meal but Ginny made do. They sat together on the uncomfortable sofa facing the fire, their plates on the coffee table, discussing each other's relatives. Talking about other people was safe. Most of their respective families were dull with very little scandal, but someone was always having a baby or getting a new job. Chase sat back on the sofa, his left arm stretched out along the back. He wore a flannel shirt over a t-shirt, and his beard had started to grow in after several days of not shaving. 

Ginny kicked off her boots and curled her socked feet under her as they talked. She was of average height, just over 5'8", but she was quite small boned and slender, partly from her daily workouts but also because she maintained a careful diet. Once dark-headed, she now used hair color to cover her gray; she hated doing anything artificial, but she hated the gray more. Her brows were naturally light and arched, and her deep-set blue-green eyes were round and honest. She wore only moisturizer and lip gloss, and only to protect her skin from the harsh mountain conditions. Vanity was something she just didn't understand.

She had worn tights under her corduroys which kept her warm and only a light sweater under her down jacket. The jacket she had taken off while making dinner, and in just the sweater she was a bit cold. She wrapped her arms around her knees while Chase talked and listened attentively, her head resting near his arm.

At length he noticed her shivering. "Here," he said, standing up to unzip the sleeping bag and drape it around her shoulders. He stood in front of her, peering down at her upturned face. "Would you like something warm," he asked, "to drink?"

Ginny nodded wordlessly, only because she couldn't speak. That feeling she'd experienced in the car...the stirring between her legs...was back. She moved uncomfortably on the sofa, thinking it must be the way her thong was centering on her crotch. But moving didn't help much. Now that she was aware of it, the thought of being turned on aroused her even more. She stood up to look down into the fire. The tea kettle whistled. After another moment Chase joined her with two mugs of herbal tea.

"Chamomile," he said. "Should make you nice and sleepy."

Ginny raised the mug to her lips. She wished he wouldn't talk about bedtime.

"About the sleeping arrangements," Chase said tentatively. "I'm thinking that since this is the only warm room in the house, maybe I could drag in one of the mattresses and put it in front of the fire. That way we could share the sleeping bag and pillow as well as the body heat."

Ginny swallowed hard. What was she supposed to say? No? How could she explain to him that she wasn't comfortable sleeping next to him? He probably saw her as a mother figure. He'd be insulted if she refused.

"Sounds great, Chase," she managed to say, although not very convincingly.

With the dishes cleared and washed, Chase decided to take a shower. Ginny rummaged through kitchen drawers and came up with a deck of cards. It was that, or reading old phone books. Sitting cross legged on the sofa, she played a game of solitaire. He took a very long time in the shower. She tried not to think about his naked body or what he might be doing in there. She tried to think about where all the jacks were hiding. Frustrated, she gathered the cards together and shuffled. She felt very cold and stiff. The hike was beginning to catch up with her. She wondered if she should take a shower as well. 

Chase emerged damp-headed, looking fresh in gray sweats and a white t-shirt. His feet were bare and when he sat down next to Ginny she could see little black hairs on his toes. She smiled to herself, thinking how very cute his feet were. Unbeknownst to her he followed her line of vision. His lips parted imperceptibly as he watched her examining his feet, all the while a slight flush rising on her cheeks. 

"Oh, I'm so stiff," she complained gently, coming back to her senses. "I should take a shower, too. Maybe it'll take out this chill in my bones."

"I'll fetch you something to put on," Chase volunteered, grabbing his backpack. 

"What?" Ginny asked, confused.

"Well, unless you brought along some clothes I don't know about..."

She couldn't argue with him there. He gave her a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. The shorts were red and silky, and she was sure he'd given her these because of the built-in crotch. Wordlessly she nodded her thanks and slinked into the bathroom, relieved to be away from his overwhelming presence.

He'd washed out his green plaid boxers as well as his socks and left them to dry on the towel rack. Ginny followed suit; there was no way for them to know how long they would be here. With her thong and tights dripping on a towel, she got into the wonderfully steamy shower. Before she could stop herself she wetted her hair by force of habit. Once committed, she used Chase's masculine-scented shampoo. He'd brought body wash as well, and this she used on her other regions, trying not to think about why being clean meant so much to her right now. 

As she stepped out of the shower she saw Chase's shaving kit on the sink, as yet untouched. It occurred to her that she hadn't shaved in a while; once winter set in there was really not much reason to do so. Knowing that her legs would be bare, Ginny reached for the razor and lowered it to her calves. She shouldn't do this, she knew, even while she did so. It wasn't right for her to more of less "prepare" herself for something that shouldn't...and wouldn't...happen. But her female instincts had kicked in and she couldn't stop. Once her legs were shaved bare, she did the same to her underarms, even though the t-shirt covered these parts. 

Now to hide the evidence. She rinsed the razor thoroughly, shook it out and dried it with a corner of her towel. Hopefully he would be none the wiser.

Her hair was still damp and she deftly French braided it behind her head, tying it off with a rubber band from her purse. As she started to leave the bathroom, she put her hand to her mouth and blew into it. Ugh. Her breath was awful. But she hadn't a toothbrush and she certainly wasn't going to use his. Instead she squeezed a prodigious amount of toothpaste onto her finger and rubbed it into her teeth and gums with toilet tissue. It wasn't the same as brushing but it made her feel better.




Cabin Fever



Chase now sat where she had been before, playing a solo card game. His gaze moved slowly over the t-shirt and shorts, stopping to take in her long, slender—and freshly shaven—legs. Ginny self-consciously dragged the sleeping bag around her shoulders.

"Gin Rummy," he said abruptly and dealt the cards. "You taught me this game that summer, remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

They played three hands. Try as she might, Ginny could not beat him. As he dealt a fourth hand he gave her a long look. 

"I hope you're not letting me win."

"Why would I do that?"

"I don't know. Sooth a bruised ego."

"Is your ego bruised?"

He snorted. "You know it is," he snapped. A moment later he frowned at his tone. "I'm sorry, Ginny. You didn't deserve that. I just get so frickin' pissed off every time I think about it."

She lowered her cards. "Chase, you know you can talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about," he answered impatiently. He took a deep breath and went on. "We tried marriage counseling. Three months of it. I went to a sex therapist to figure out what I was doing wrong. But it seemed like the more I tried to be what she wanted, the less she liked it."

Ginny waited patiently. She knew he had more to say.

"Before we got married, she was dying to be with me," he recalled sadly. "But right after the honeymoon, even during the honeymoon, she didn't like it. She said I was too rough. What's that supposed to mean? I was just fucking eager." Realizing the word that had slipped out, he looked apologetically at her. "Sorry, Gin."

"It's okay, Chase," she smiled. She wanted to take his hand in hers, but somehow she knew it would be inappropriate, even dangerous. 

He wasn't so cautious. His hand reached out to encircle hers with long, strong fingers. "I could always talk to you, Gin. Everything is so easy with you."

She looked into his eyes, warning sirens going off in her head. This was unfair...so unfair. She kept her expression stoic, hoping he would let the moment slide past them. Even as she lowered her eyes, she could feel him bending towards her. His warm breath touched her skin. He was very close to her. 

"Gin," he breathed. She refused to open her eyes or lift her chin. His hand lifted her chin for her and he sighed. "Don't hate me for wanting to kiss you. I...I can't explain what I feel for you, but it feels good. It feels natural."

"Chase, you know I have a husband," she whispered, eyes still lowered to where his fingers held hers. 

"Yes, who doesn't deserve you. Ginny, you deserve so much more. You deserve to be loved, body, soul, and spirit."

She squeezed her eyes shut. She was loved; her son loved her. Her mother loved her. But he was talking about another kind of love. What did it feel like? She couldn't remember her husband's lips much less the rest of it. Why had she so willingly given it up? It hadn't been fulfilling. Her husband had used her like a toilet, jacking off in her mouth or her vagina but not making love to her. He hadn't cared one iota if she felt anything. And so she'd serviced herself. Her entire marriage she'd serviced herself. It hurt to think about it now because she didn't allow herself to think about it. 

"Ginny," Chase murmured, his lips brushing her forehead. "Ginny, you mean so much to me. When Randy told me you'd be picking me up at the airport, I was giddy. I was actually happy about leaving Dallas because I knew I'd be seeing you. And now here you are, alone with me, in the middle of nowhere, with no one to bother us, and I just have to believe it was meant to be."

"Chase," she gasped, looking into his eyes. "What are you talking about? You make it sound like something's going to happen between us!"

For an instant he hesitated. Then he moved in, gathering her up in his arms to kiss her. His mouth met hers; reluctant, Ginny tried to repel him but he persisted. His lips parted and his tongue ran over her tightly-closed mouth, coaxing her lips to open. A fire spread up between her legs and she moaned involuntarily. Encouraged, he did it again, licking her lips with his tongue, tempting her to resist him.

Ginny's mouth fell open as she sucked in a heated breath. He seized the moment and captured her mouth with his. The length of his tongue swept past her teeth into the depths of her mouth. Ginny groaned loudly, this time from the fever that spread up from her crotch though her entire abdomen. His hand reached around to the back of her head, ensuring that she was his prisoner. His other arm swept around her waist and pulled her against his hard frame. Her breasts crushed against him, her erect nipples jabbing his skin through two t-shirts. All the while his tongue slid over her own, coaxing her to come out and play with him. She wanted to resist; she wanted to say no. But her own tongue betrayed her, lifting to meet his, to stroke his, to graze his lips and teeth, and dart out to touch his as his head imperceptibly drew back from her. 

Breathing heavily, his dark eyes gazed down into her flushed face. "Would it be so bad," he asked huskily, "if something did happen between us?'

"This can't go on," she managed, shaking her head at him. "Stop and think, Chase. You're my son's best friend. Don't let this moment come between us."

"I can't very well let this moment slip by either, can I?" he demanded, sounding as though he were arguing with himself. 

Ginny struggled against his hold. "I'm sorry, Chase. I'm sorry I affected you this way. If we stop now, it'll all be forgotten."

Still holding her with one hand, Chase reached to his side with the other and grabbed his backpack. He fumbled with the contents for a moment, then came up with six small square packets attached to each other and held them out to her. 

Ginny looked at the condoms, then back at him.

"I got these out of my luggage before we left your car," he said. "Do you really think I want to stop now and forget about it?'

A small sound came out of the back of her throat, the sound of hopeless resignation coupled with burning desire. Chase tossed the condoms aside and dragged her body against his. She could feel his hardon through his sweats. The idea that he wanted her that way...it hurt her brain to think. In a single motion he pressed her down into the sofa, his body wedged between her and the back cushions. His mouth came over hers ago, more fierce and demanding than before. Ginny yielded to him. He pillaged her mouth, lapping at the insides of her cheeks, sucking her lips, teasing the roof of her mouth, biting her. Impatiently his mouth left hers to kiss her chin, her throat, her décolleté , then nibbled at her earlobes, before settling back to raise an index finger to a brown spot under her t-shirt. He watched her face as his finger swirled over her left nipple, watched at her brows furrowed, her mouth gaped, her breath quickened. 

"So hard," he breathed. "I wonder what it looks like underneath." He lifted the hem of her t-shirt until her breasts were completely exposed. Again his finger swirled around the same nipple standing erect in the cool air. "Good?" he teased her. "Shall I do the other one?"

Without waiting for her answer he ran his fingertip over her right areola. Ginny moaned deep in her throat; she couldn't imagine anything feeling better than this. 

"Now for the taste test," he murmured. He bent down to capture her left nipple between his teeth, but as he drew back his head his lips closed around it to suckle the hard flesh greedily. Ginny cried out, her hips lifting of their own volition against his groin. The bulge in his pants rubbed right against her clit and she cried again, louder, as the passion within her exploded into a will of its own. 

Her hand grabbed his cock, feeling it through the thick fabric as though she didn't quite believe it was real. Chase sat up from her, balancing himself on one knee, and dragged his shirt over his head. Curly black hairs matted his chest and tapered downward, across his solid abs, to disappear into the waistband of his sweats. His long, muscular arms flexed slightly as he tossed the t-shirt aside. Then, with dexterous fingers, he effortlessly brought the waistband down, and his cock sprang out, fully hardened, the purplish head bulging at the end of the staff. 

"Is this what you want?" he asked, and, when she hesitated, picked up her hand to squeeze it around his member. He kept his hand over hers, gently forcing her to stroke it. All the while their eyes remained locked, staring almost in disbelief at what was happening between them. 

He continued holding her hand under his own, moving his hips back and forth as she stroked him. "Yeah," he breathed. "God, that feels good. Oh, Ginny, it feels so good for you to be touching me this way. Please give me your other hand. Please."

She raised her other hand and let him place it around his shaft. His own hands fell away, and ever so slowly she reluctantly gave him a hand job. She knew she didn't deserve to be with him, or to touch him this way. But he wanted it...he so wanted it...and she wanted to make him happy. The hardness she had seen in his face earlier in the day, the bitterness and sadness over his failed marriage, seemed to be fading if just a little with each stroke of her fingers. 

He may have been content to go on as they were had Ginny not just then licked her dry lips with her tongue. With an agonizing moan, Chase moved in closer. "Ginny, you know I respect you," he said sincerely. "You know I would never, never ask you to do anything...anything...." His hips inched towards her head. "Oh, baby, I would so love if you would suck it. Please."

Ginny closed her eyes against the beautiful sight of him, her mind screaming, "No!" A part of her, the part that kept reminding her that he was her son's best friend, was utterly repelled by the thought of Chase Nolan's dick in her mouth. But her body had other ideas. Her lips parted, and he took the opportunity as a sign of acquiescence. 

Nudging her moist lips with the head, he said eagerly, "Open up, Ginny. Take it in."

She dropped her jaw and encased the hot, hard meat with her mouth. Her tongue swirled over the head and piss hole, recalling how once, long ago, she'd enjoyed doing this to her husband. Yes, she'd enjoyed it, taking the cock in, rubbing against the smooth flesh with the flat of her tongue...just as she was now to Chase. She'd enjoyed folding her lips over the head and sucking, her teeth just barely grazing the surface...just as she did now to Chase. She remembered tasting precum against her tongue and, looking up, seeing the bead emerging from the piss slit, and raising her hand to grasp the shaft and rub the juice under the helmet, making him squirm with delight...as she did now to Chase. 

"Oh my God," he gasped. "My God, Ginny, what you're doing to me. What you're doing is fabulous."

She reached with her other hand between his legs to grasp and stroke his testicles. Her thumb outlined one of his balls, then moved to do the same to the other. Remembering what he'd done to her, she pulled him a few inches closer and reached out to lick his scrotum.

"Now for the taste test," she said in a sassy tone, and sucked his left ball into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled, grasping her head with his hands and burying his groin in her face. He held her while she licked and sucked to other ball, and licked behind them, touching his tender perineum with her tongue. Above her he muttered something unintelligible...something about it being the best thing that had ever happened to him. A thrill ran up inside of her, that perhaps it really was the best for him. After so many years of being undesired, she wanted him to want her. She wanted to give him the best she had. 

Ginny pushed him away and got on her knees. She held his firm ass cheeks in her hands and took his dick in her mouth. Back and forth she pumped him with her mouth, loving the sound of his gasps and moans, the way his fingers buried into her tightly braided hair, the way his thighs stiffened and his ass jutted forward. Her jaw widened to take more of him in. He pushed deeper, and each extra centimeter seemed to send him into another dimension. Ginny brought a hand around to cradle his balls, and felt the increasing tightening that foretold what was to come. He was so close. She steeled herself for the moment when his hot cum would fill her mouth and run out of her lips before she could swallow. She wanted it. She wanted to feel his release inside of her, to know she had made him happy.

"Ginny," he said, sounding far away. "It's gonna come, baby. Get back."

He pulled it out of her, and long strands of semen pumped out onto her t-shirt as he jerked his cock. She bent forward and grabbed his dick with her mouth, pulling him back into her to suck the last strays of cum off of him. This she swallowed and, with a final lick against his head, stood to her feet.

"Guess I have to change again," she purred, and carefully pulled the t-shirt off her head. 

He quickly turned her around and pushed her down on the sofa. "Where do you think you're going?" he demanded, falling to his knees to make short work of peeling off the silky basketball shorts.

Naked before him, Ginny felt compelled to cover up her body. But he wasn't having any of that. He pushed her hands out of the way, over her head, and held her there while he kissed her mouth with delicious reverence. "You've done something for me," he said huskily, "she would never do. Now I want to make you feel what I felt."

"Chase, you don't have to—"

"I know. But I want to. I want to make love to you with my tongue and my lips like you did me. It was beautiful, Ginny. You're beautiful."

He let go of her hands and pulled her forward so that her ass hung over the edge of the sofa. He raised her legs to his shoulders and looked down and groaned. What he could see that she could not was the opening of her vagina, and the juice that ran like nectar downwards to her ass. The juice had spread upwards as well, making a wide circle inside her thighs. His fingers gentle stroked the full lips of her labia; he wanted to make this last for her. He thought of all those nights she had been alone in her own bed, even though a man slept next to her. What a fool. He bent and let his tongue ever so lightly slide up the length of her slit. She was such a prize. The thumbs of both his hands swept up and over her clit. She cried out, her brows furrowing over the bridge of her little upturned nose in passionate agony. Oh, yes, he loved her face that way, the way her eyes turned to stormy pools of blue-green and her lips curled back like an animal. His thumbs swept back down over her clit, his index fingers over her pussy lips, his middle fingers into her vagina. He smiled as she bucked against his hands. God, she was so hot, the juice pouring out of her. He bent again to slide his tongue against her opening, to take in a full helping of her nectar. She tasted so good. He raised his hand to her clit and stroked the hood with his knuckle, while his tongue buried deeper into her vagina. He pushed his jaws forward, forcing her soft flesh to give way and more of her to open to him. 

Her hips rocked up to meet his face. Her fingers were in his hair, holding him, as the fire within her blazed upwards. Each stroke of his knuckle sent spasms through her flesh into the depths of her vagina and then up, up, into her uterus, her belly, her chest. The orgasm was rising, rising, as he fueled the flame with his tongue, coaxing her G-spot, forcing the nerve endings to seize upon themselves as the blood-engorged members of her sex exploded out and carried her high, upwards, ever upwards, in a massive wave that made her body buck against his face while her mouth opened and in a falsetto gasp she cried, 

"Chase! Oh! Chase! Oh baby! It feels...it feels...so good!"

And down she tumbled, like a house of cards collapsing, down upon the sofa, while in her groin the fire continued smoldering, refusing to give her peace. Her hips kept rocking even as he drew away from her, a look of awe and satisfaction in his eyes. He reached for her and kissed her, deeply, sweetly, with a tenderness that conquered at last all of her defenses. Whatever happened now, she was his. She was his to use or cast off, she didn't care. If ever she had not understood the bond between a master and a slave, she understood it now. She was wholly, completely, his.

She awoke next morning to the smell of coffee. Coffee? Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and tried to remember if they had brought coffee. She didn't remember coffee. But she did remember quite a few other things.

Like a cat she stretched as she slowly rose from the mattress. A fire blazed in the hearth in front of her, warming her bare skin. And since her skin was indeed quite naked and daylight poured into the windows flanking the fireplace, she dragged the sleeping bag up around her shoulders and shuffled into the kitchen. Coffee did indeed stand ready in the decanter and she poured herself a cup. Mmmmmm, delicious. She loved a man who could make coffee. Just then the back door opened and Chase strode in, looking amazingly sexy in a black turtleneck and jeans. His face was clean shaven and glowing and he looked excessively happy. 

He rubbed his cold hands and smiled as he moved to give her a kiss. "Good morning," he purred. "Sleep well?" 

Ginny's knees felt weak. "Yes."

"I was just checking the propane. Wanted to make sure we were good...which we are."

"Where did the coffee come from?"

"Oh that. Well, actually, it was a gift I'd gotten for, uhm, for you. I remembered how much you liked coffee and I picked up some in Dallas from this little gourmet shop. I was going to give it to you when we got home but, well..." 

He handed her the bag of gourmet coffee, blushing a little. 

"Thank you, Chase," she said. "Thank you for remembering me."

He poured himself a mug. "Well, yes, but it's worked out for me, too."

She turned to the window. "They'll be coming soon, don't you think? It's a gorgeous day. There's no reason they won't find the car. A few hours, at best."

"A few hours," he echoed. 

They both took sips of their coffee, then set down their mugs. The next instant they were reaching for each other. 

Chase bent to envelope her mouth with his own. He kissed her with renewed passion, the passion of a man who knows what he's going to get and can't wait. His strong, youthful arms enveloped her slender frame and he lifted her to carry her back to the mattress. Settling her there, he stood over her to strip off his clothes. Watching his beautiful flesh emerge from the fabric, she whispered her endearments to him with her eyes. Chase, my beautiful one, her eyes said to him. Chase, my strong stallion. Chase, my majestic stead. 

He fell to his knees, a supplicant before her. His fingers wound around her ankles and he lifted one of her feet to his face, laying his cheek against the top of her foot to stroke it. Ever so slightly he inched forward, letting that ankle fall on his shoulder. The other he raised and did the same, stroking her foot with his cheek before letting it fall. He kissed her calves, and then behind her knees, crawling ever so much closer to her, the rod between his legs stiff and promising the bliss they had shared separately the night before. 

He lay his hands flat on her thighs and bent, like a worshiper, over her, inhaling deeply the essence that rose up from her core. He bent farther and nudged the cleft in her flesh with his lower lip and then his chin, making her tremble at the feel of clean shaven skin. 

"Ginny," he said as he slid a middle finger into her moist vagina. "Can you still get pregnant?"

She shuddered at what he was doing to her, stroking her, just there, just over her G-spot. "Yes," she whispered. 




Cabin Fever



He bent and licked her clit, swirling his tongue over and over the swelling button. With his free hand he made a little V with his fingers and massaged the corners of her pelvic bone just on either side of her clit. Her hips rocked involuntarily against him. "Does that feel good?' he asked.

"Yes. Yes. Don't stop."

"Do you know why it feels good?" he asked. "Because your body thinks I'm lying on top of you, putting pressure there. Your body wants you to feel good, Ginny. You're meant to enjoy these pleasures."

"Yes. Yes, Chase, oh yes."

He lowered his head again, this time sucking her clit into his mouth. She cried out at this unfamiliar sensation, grabbing the sides of his head to keep from flying away. Juice spilled out around the finger he had buried deep in her. He felt rather than saw this mild orgasm and knew there were more inside of her. In just a few hours, her body had already emerged from its dormant state, and he knew she was on the verge of blossoming into the wild creature she was meant to be. 

"I can't wait any longer," he said, and reached for the condom packet on the floor. In a few seconds he had the ribbed and lubricated condom pulled over his hard shaft. Then, to her delight, he lay down on his back and waited for her.

Ginny raised herself to her knees and straddled his hips, poising herself directly above his cock. With his hands on her hips, he guided her downwards, and her legs widened as the cleft in her flesh parted to give him entrance. She winced a little at the unfamiliar pressure. His eyes widened in surprise.

"My God, you're so tight," he said, slowly pumping her.

"It's been a long time."

Chase's hands lifted to envelope her breasts. He gently pulled her forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth and suck it. He needed this distraction. He had to try to ignore the orgasm rising too quickly inside of him. He hadn't thought she would be so tight. And God, the way she just kept riding down on him, tilting her hips forward ever so slightly and then....DOWN! Up, tilt...DOWN! Oh, God, it was killing him the way she was doing that. If only her ass didn't feel so good in his hand...he reached around and felt the tight rosebud of her anus, encircled with soft little hairs. Up, tilt...DOWN! Her tits rose up in front of him and he grabbed the other nipple and sucked it in. Up, tilt...DOWN! He watched as her fingers stroked her clit. Up, tilt...DOWN!

"Chase!" she gasped.

"Ginny, Ginny—"

"Chase, fuck me. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me harder."

"Ginny, Ginny, Gin—"

His throat constricted and his semen burst forth into the condom , filling the bulbous end. Ginny squirmed against the added pressure inside her cunt and climaxed. Her hips rocked over and over again, unable to stop as the orgasm persisted. She wanted to stop but she couldn't. Something more rose up in her and she came again, screaming his name, as her vagina ejaculated wildly around his softening penis. Chase gasped and held onto her. How he would love to be able to fuck her again right now. But he would, he told himself. He would. 

In the afterglow of the most remarkable experience in her life, Ginny knew she was changed. Everything had changed in the span of a few hours. Her destiny was irrevocably altered from that of a passive housewife. She could not stay with her husband now. She would leave him, and go to the city, live with her sister or her mother, get a job, get an apartment. All the heartache she had endured for those many years were burning up, like the wood in the fireplace. She was stronger for what she had endured, and she would persevere. 

"Ginny," he said after a long while. "Will you be sorry when we leave here?"

"Of course. Except that my son and mother must be worried, I don't care when we're rescued."

He sighed and closed his eyes and held her closer to him. "Good. Because if you look out that window right there to the north, there's a bank of snow clouds coming right for us. I'd say we're going to be here for a while."

Ginny carelessly looked in the direction he'd indicated and did indeed see a massive storm front moving in. "Well, I'll be," she murmured, nestling back down against him. Her hand spread over his abdomen. "I wonder what we'll do with ourselves until then," she sighed, letting her fingers "walk" downward, to the slight bulge growing under the sleeping bag. "Because it seems to me, we've already got cabin fever."

Chase laughed and flipped her over flat on her back. "Minx!" he teased, and put in face down into her giggling neck, to kiss that delicious flesh. He had some kind of fever, alright, and he wasn't in any hurry to get rid of it.



Cabin Fever



The morning is cool and crisp with a definite chill in the air as He loads their bags in the trunk of the car. His eyes twinkle as He opens the car door for her and helps her into the car. "Ready Love?" She smiles up at Him and nods her head and gives Him a sly wink.

They make a quick stop at a convenience store for a cup of coffee for the road and then they head out. Conversation is easy; they speak of the everyday events that make up their lives as they head toward the mountains. He reaches over and takes her hand, twining His fingers with hers and winks, "I do think we should make one stop this morning." She glances at him from beneath lowered lashes and wonders what is in His mind. She knows they packed plenty of supplies for this long weekend; certainly they need no more food. She also knows He would not have left the house without packing His rope and various toys. However she merely looks up at Him and smiles, knowing she will find out soon enough.

Then, as she begins to pay attention to the streets they are traveling, she realizes where He is heading. He squeezes her hand and laughs, knowing without a word spoken that she just realized where He was headed. She tilts her head back and laughs a seductive and girlish laugh and then winks at Him. 

He pulls into the parking lot and gets out, coming around to open her door. As she gets out of the car, He takes her hand and they walk into the store. She feels the blush creeping up her neck and onto her face. He smiles gently at her, amazed and delighted that she still can blush and yet He knows what she is capable of and how quickly the blush will disappear when they are alone and He is ravishing her body. 

There were several men in the store browsing, and she felt as if she had become the center of attention. He smiled and squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear "Every one of them is probably wishing you were with them you know." Her blush deepened, and she smiled softly at Him and whispered back, "I rather doubt that. Your eyes see into me with love and knowledge; they only see the shell of me." He caressed her face and she thought she would melt into a puddle right there on the floor.

They began browsing, whispering about various toys they saw. He selected some new nipple clamps, a vibrating egg with a remote, and then led her to the dildos. Again she felt herself blush as He instructed her to select one. He whispered to her what fun they would have and she laughed up at Him, forgetting the others as she looked into His eyes.

They paid for their purchases and left. The scenery was beautiful as they drove; the leaves were at their peak, vibrant rich colors. They stopped at a little place in the quaint village nearest their cabin and enjoyed a lunch. He made her feel so young and beautiful as He flirted with her like she was a young girl again. As He whispers His plans to tie her up and tease her, she feels the heat of desire for Him course through her body. 

They leave and travel the last few miles to the cabin in the bright sunshine of an autumn day. Once at the cabin, they unpack the car and carry their things inside. She puts the groceries away as He builds a fire. After getting the fire going, He opens a bottle of wine and they sit together in front of the fire. His fingers toy with the buttons on her blouse as they sip their wine. Slowly He undoes her blouse to reveal her full breasts encased in silk. His fingers caress the flesh and she feels her nipples respond, aching for His touch. He takes her wine glass and sets it to the side as He begins to undress her slowly. 

His hands and mouth tease her, arouse her. He watches her eyes darken with arousal and smiles, before He kisses her and reaches for the coil of rope. She is not sure how she ends up laying naked on the bearskin rug, but she feels the soft fur against her skin and she feels the denim of His jeans against her legs. She reaches her hands up around His neck as the kiss deepens. He runs His fingers through her hair, down her neck to her shoulders. His hands travel the length of her arms and He grasps her wrists, pulling her hands free. She sighs into His mouth and He lifts His head smiling at her. He raises her arms above her head and quickly binds them together. His hands roam over her body, arousing her, teasing her as she lies there softly moaning. He nudges her legs apart and feels her wetness as she pushes against His fingers. 

He moves back and spreads her legs wider, bending them at the knees, allowing Him access to her lovely ass. He then ties them securely to the legs of the sofa. She is immobile now, there for pleasure, and it is His right and privilege to determine how this will play out. This is how it is between them. He is Master, she is slave and it fulfills them both and excites them beyond measure.

The daylight has by now faded, and He leaves her for a few minutes, moving around the cabin and lighting oil lamps and candles. The flames from the fire cast lovely shadows in the room over her. The scents of wood burning fill the air. Soon she smells the lovely scent of apple pie. He has lighted scented candles. When He returns to her, she smiles at Him. Softly, He touches her face and then slips a blindfold over her eyes. He touches her pussy and feels that she is still wet with arousal.

He picks up a candle and begins dripping the wax over her body. It drips over her breasts encasing her erect nipples in wax. She moans and mewls with it. He listens to her gasp at that first searing touch of wax on her skin and then her moans of arousal. Slowly, He covers both her breasts in the hot wax and begins to trail it down over her stomach. Her body is a canvas and He is the artist creating. 

When the wax trail leads to her pussy, He slows and again checks her for wetness. Even He is surprised at the way she is so ready for Him. He drips the wax over her shaved pussy delighting in the way she begins to mewl and beg Him to fuck her. Her body is trembling and she strains against the ropes. 

Suddenly she feels the dildo against her ass and moans as He gently inserts it. He is bringing her to that place where she is no longer conscious of what she begs for, only that she needs more. Her whimpers are soft and pleading as her body accommodates the dildo. Suddenly, He begins inserting ice into her cunt and she knows this will be her last conscious thought. He fills her cunt with ice and the sensations become so intense, it pushes her to that place only He can bring her. The heat, the cold, the anal sensations drive her insane with need and desire. She begins begging Him to fuck her ass, her pussy. He begins to fuck her ass with the dildo as the ice melts and sends her over the edge into orgasm after orgasm. She has told Him that the ice is like being fucked from the inside out. It is the best she knows how to describe it. He removes the blindfold as she cums, and He watches her closely as her eyes roll back into her head and she cries out His name. 

As she comes down from the orgasms, her body trembling, He holds her close and she feels His hard cock pressed against her. "Please Master, let me taste your cock." she whispers, "Please fuck my face and let me taste your cum." His hand soothes her and then He straddles her, placing the head of His cock at her lips. She laps at the precum and kisses His cock before He plunges it into her wet greedy mouth. His hands twine in her hair and He fucks her face relentlessly. He mauls her tits with his free hand, pulling at a nipple and making her moan even louder. He feels His cock bottoming out at the entrance to her throat as He thrusts into her violently. Soon, she is moaning as He cums into her mouth, shooting jet after jet of hot cum into her mouth. She swallows every drop and licks her lips. "Thank you Master."

He kisses her and whispers, "The night is young, Love, and we still have toys to play with...."

The long day, crisp autumn air, and wine had taken their toll....."L" had drifted into a deep sleep. She slowly woke and her mind focused. She was bound, spread eagle to the bed. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. She so loved being bound this way. Her body stretched, open for his use. Her wrists were bound to the head of the bed, her ankles to the foot of the bed. Hooks ran along the side of the bed, ropes were tied to her arms and legs and attached to them so she was pulled tight against the bed from all directions. A pillow was under her hips so her pussy was pushed upward. She twisted and pulled.....Gawd how she loved being helpless like this. He smiled and kissed her lips; their tongues glided together. The taste of cum was in her mouth from her earlier face fucking. "I love tasting me in you, love." he said. "L" threw her head back and moaned. 

He turned on the remote control egg in her pussy and the remote control butt plug. Both were on low speed. He knew this would keep her aroused but not quite take her to orgasm. This drove "L" crazy with desire. He knew her body well; he knew she could just not quite cum as hard as she tried. He knew soon she would beg him to increase the speed of the remotes. 

He started to peel the wax off her body. "L" loved how it felt to have her skin pulled as the wax came off. He started on her stomach and worked his way slowly to her breasts. When he peeled it off her nipples, "L" was twisting against the ropes and moaning; her head going from side to side. His hands slid down to her pussy and caressed her clit. The warm wet cum felt wonderful on His fingers. He placed them in her mouth so she could taste herself. He leaned forward, sucking at her nipples; His teeth sliding off the edge of her taught nipples. She moaned.

He attached the vibrating nipple clamps. He felt her body stiffen...she almost came...but not quite. She looked into His eyes and begged to have the egg speeded up. She was twisting and pulling at the ropes. He picked up the scented oil and began to rub her body, starting with her feet and then slowly working his way up her body. Oiling her legs, her stomach, her breasts, He so loved the feel of her skin. 

He moved closer so his cock could caress her breast, slowly sliding it around and across her. This was so erotic; her bound body, glistening from the oil. He kissed her, and then He leaned down and sucked her clit as he turned up the egg. She screamed His name as the orgasm rocked her body. He loved the way her toes curled when she came. He looked into her eyes, and again said, "The night is still young, Love, and we still have toys to play with...."

They finished dinner and cleaned up, working together in silence, and exchanging smiles. She started a fresh pot of coffee and whispered in His ear. He grinned and took her hand and they disappeared into the bedroom. She went to her bag and drew out her red and black corset, a pair of black stockings and red heels. He smiled and sat in the chair in the corner of the room to observe. Looking at Him, she removed her jeans, sliding them down over her hips and down her legs, then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, watching His expression as her flesh was slowly revealed to His view. 

She stood there in front of Him, clad in her wisps of lace, bra and panties, and winked as she removed the bra first and then bent forward. Her thumbs slipped under the lace panties as she slid them down her legs. Proudly, she stood naked before Him and smiled. She picked up the red and black corset and crossed the room to stand in front of Him. Leaning forward, her hair framing her smiling face, she whispered in His ear, "Would you be so kind as to lace me into this Master?" She heard His hearty chuckles as His fingers teased her nipples and then His hands moved to her waist and slowly turned her around. 

Standing there between His legs, she felt Him place the corset in place and begin the lacing. When He was done, she turned again facing Him. His hands grazed the side of her body, following the curves of her flesh. He loved the look of her in this bit of fabric, with her breasts swelling over the top, the flare of her hips at the bottom, and the tightly cinched waist. She leaned forward and kissed Him, thanking Him, and then slowly walked across the room to sit on the edge of the bed. 

She picked up one silky stocking and gathered it in her hands, placing her foot in it and slowly eased it up her calf, over her thighs and fastened it to the dangling garters. She heard His quick intake of breath and smiled as she reached for the other stocking and repeated the process. He crossed the room and ran His hands over her silk clad legs, tantalizing her with His touch, and then stopping at the edge of the stocking. He trailed His hands back down to her foot and then He picked up one red heel and placed it on her foot. She sighed, He smiled. He repeated the process with the other foot, and then took her hands and pulled her to her feet. His hands cupped her ass and squeezed, as he said, "I think it's time for an after dinner coffee, Love."

He added a log to the fire while she fixed their coffee and then He was there beside her. Smiling, she turned to Him and He whispered, "Let's go outside on the deck for our coffee, L." She smiled and reminded Him the night air was quite chilly. He grabbed His jacket and then a long coat for her. He held the coat for her and she slipped her arms in it, knowing even without the coat, she would follow Him out into the cold air. 

They snuggled together on the lounge chair, enjoying the beauty of the autumn night, the reflection of the full moon on the pond, the rustle of the leaves from the breeze, the cool night, and the stars twinkling, as they sipped their coffee and chatted. Certainly His hands strayed as they talked, slipping under her coat, teasing her. She turned to Him and whimpered as His hands toyed with her nipples. He leaned toward her and took her lower lip between His teeth, nibbling on her as she moaned against His mouth. Slowly He kissed her as His hands explored her lush body, traveling down to her pussy, delighting in the moisture there, feeling her body thrill to His touch. When He opened the coat and slid it off her body, she never felt the cold, He had heated her body and she was warm and wanton.

He led her to the railing and leaned her against it, kissing her deeply as she moaned and whimpered, whispering her need to be taken by Him. He smiled and pulled out the ever present rope and bent her over the rail, positioning her so her pussy and ass were both open, vulnerable, and available. Her legs were spread wide and He tied them to the railing. That pulled the garters tight, into her flesh. He took her arms and spread them out as well, tying her tightly. Her breasts swayed and jiggled as she struggled against the ropes to no avail. She was His.

He stood behind her, His hands roaming freely, biting at her neck as she moaned and whimpered and begged Him to fuck her. His fingers found her nipples and rolled them, pinched them, pulled them taut as she moaned and begged. His hands traveled again to her pussy, and seeing how wet she was, He plunged His fingers in and twisted them, moving them in and out as she strained against the ropes, begging for more. He could smell her arousal; He pulled His fingers out and held them to her mouth as she sucked greedily at them. Then, suddenly, He stepped back and stood there, enjoying the sight of her. 

His hands came to her ass and He slapped her, smiling as she moaned deeper. He spanked her until her ass was a nice rosy red. Then he brought His fingers to her dripping pussy again, trailing the juices to her ass. Yes, this was how He would take her tonight in the cold air; the moon shining on her bound form. He slipped out of His jeans and placed His cock at the entrance of her ass and eased in, loving how she moaned and begged Him to fuck her ass, to make her His. He pushed into her ass and began fucking her hard as His fingers toyed with her clit. She begged and pleaded for Him to let her cum. 

What could He do? He was, after all, her Master, and a gentleman. He began to thrust harder and deeper as she moaned and screamed out His name. He felt her orgasm and He began to pump his load deep into her nearly limp body.........His slave, His woman. "L" moaned as he came in her ass. His body shuddered. Gawd, how He loved her. He pulled his wet cock from inside her. He looked at this sensual, erotic woman as he said, "I`ll return in a moment love." 

He went inside, and returned with an anal plug. "I have a little more fun in store for you this evening, my love." Her ass was still slick from his cum as he slid the plug in her. She moaned as her sphincter muscles closed around the bulb at the base of the plug.

He untied her arms from the railing and guided them behind her back. Placing her hands palm to palm, He bound her wrists. Then He wound rope around her arms just above her elbows. As the rope was tightened, her breasts were pushed outward. 

He untied her ankles, and turned her around so she faced Him. He looked into her eyes and smiled. 'Such a wonderful slave,' He thought. He kissed her lips. He buckled a leather posture collar around her neck. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled them taught. He clipped vibrating nipple clamps to each nipple. "L`s" head went backward as she whimpered and moaned.

He stepped back to admire His lover, so erotic in her corset and heels. His cock was hard at the sight of her. He attached a leash to the collar and led her into the house. As "L" entered the room, her eyes widened as she saw the sybian sitting by the fire. It was mounted on top of a small bench that was about 3 feet tall. There were leather straps attached to the side of the bench. He guided her to the device and lubed the dildo on top of it. "L" smiled with a twinkle in her eye. He guided her leg over the sybian, and watched the dildo slide deep into her pussy. The straps were positioned so her ankles could be pulled up and backward along the side of the bench and strapped in place. A second strap went around her leg just above her knee.

There were hooks on top of the bench in front and behind the sybian. He tied a rope around her bound wrist and attached it to the rear hook. Then He tied a rope around her waist and tied it to the front hook. This would prevent her from lifting herself off the dildo.

He kissed her lips just before he put the ball gag in her mouth and buckled the strap behind her head. She moaned.

He reached down and turned on the vibrating nipple clamps. "L" moaned into her gag. He then slid a dressing mirror in front of her so she could enjoy the view. He sat across from her in a comfortable chair and took the sybian controls in His hands. He so enjoyed bringing joy to his woman. He turned on the sybian and smiled.



Cabin Fever



We met Samantha and Jerry a few months before we went to their cabin. We had had friends throughout our marriage but no one we really felt we could let go with, something we always wanted. So when we met them at the golf club it was a dream come true. We jumped into it like a 45-year-old bachelor going after a sexy college girl. 

They liked to read and go to the movies, they liked to discuss and debate, and they enjoyed playing games. They were both intelligent and fun. They were passionate about things including politics and religion in a nonconfrontational way. They were not only respectful of our opinions but sought them out.

They were also both attractive like us. My wife Tracy was well built with dark hair while Samantha was a thinner blond with a smaller bust. I was tall and athletic, while Jerry had more of a high-school football player's build. 

We arranged another golf date and went out for a bite to eat afterwards. Later they invited us to a dinner and a movie. We started going over to each others houses, we got the kids together, we played games, we got drunk together. 

I thought Samantha was sexy. I have been faithful to Tracy through our twenty years of marriage, and I have had no reason to think she has been any different. She let me know before we were engaged that infidelity was a deal breaker. She reminded me every so often that if I ever did anything she might stay with me but she would make sure I regretted it.

That wasn't a problem because I felt similarly. That didn't mean I didn't fantasize about other women, sometimes during sex with Tracy, but I never took it any farther than occasional harmless flirting. As we got to know Jerry and Samantha better, the flirting slowly grew, not just between Samantha and me, but also between Tracy and Jerry. 

Sex came up often in our conversations. There was an unspoken attraction we had for each other. I knew Tracy would have spent time with Jerry under different circumstances. But we all valued our marriages and our friendship so there nothing more than flirting..This seemed to affect both Tracy and me similarly. We would often come home after a night with them and fuck like we did during our first year together..

Jerry and Sam had a lake house. They invited us for a long Holiday weekend and we didn't hesitate to say yes. It was a couple of hours away, so when they offered to take us in their van, we thought that would be more fun too.

The van was over sized, more like a mini-RV. The front seats were conventional, but the back had shag carpeting, captains chairs, an entertainment system, refrigerator, fold-out table plus. Jerry had done a lot of the interior himself – he was good with wiring and had helped us set up our entertainment room in our house.

The other remarkable thing about the van was it was so quiet. Jerry could talk in a normal voice in the front, and Tracy could hear him clearly in the back when about an hour into the trip he told Samantha she should break out the drinks. She opened one of the cabinets which turned out to be a mini-bar and asked us if Margarita's were OK. 

"It's after 5 o'clock somewhere" I said. She poured the ingredients into the blender and served us our drinks. Jerry didn't drink because 'he was driving', but I noticed later he had a silver spill-proof cup he was sipping from, and I was sure it wasn't coffee.

We were all feeling pretty good by the time we pulled up to their cabin. It was in a secluded clearing over-looking a good-sized lake. It was a place I'd love to have. It was a cool fall day. We unloaded the car while Jerry and Samantha got the heat going in the house and the Jacuzzi.

Another thing we shared besides liking to play games is that we liked to cook and eat. Jerry and Tracy were the chefs of the couples as they had shown the last few times we had gotten together, but this time we were all helping out. Tracy and Jerry had discussed home-made spaghetti sauce and they decided to collaborate on this while Sam and I took care of the bread and salad. I also took care of the most important thing – opening up the wine. The usual flirting went on along with more touching than usual because it was crowded

We enjoyed ourselves and drank our wine and ate our meal and talked about the sensuality of food, and that brought us around to sex. Eventually Jerry asked us what the strangest thing was that had happened to us as a couple. I hesitated, but Tracy was feeling good and she agreed to tell Jerry and Samantha if they would tell us theirs.

"Shortly after we were married when we were staying at a hotel. We had gone down for cocktails and were really horny and messing around in the elevator on the way up. We went to our room and tore off our clothes. Rick couldn't wait for the bed, he put me up on the table and fucked me against the wall. I was loud and I knew I was bothering the neighbors but I didn't care. 

"When we were finished we heard a noise from the bed. Our eyes had adjusted to the dark and we saw there was a couple in our bed watching us. When we looked around we realized it wasn't our bed because we had gone into the wrong room, which our keycard had somehow unlocked. We grabbed our clothes and exited quickly, hurrying next door to our room half naked and jumping into bed to finish where we left off. When we were finished we could hear the couple next door going at it.

"We checked out very early the next morning"

That was one of my favorite fantasy-memories.

Jerry carried out his part of the bargain.

"Before we were married we were good friends with another couple. We used to do things together, and we often heard each other making love. One night we got drunk together and started talking about sex. We decided to play strip poker. The couple who lost their clothes first would have sex while the other couple got to watch. Samantha and I won. We watched our friends for a few minutes but were so turned on watching them that we didn't wait for them to finish before we were going at it."

I filed this away in my fantasy file. My cock was half hard.

It was getting late and we were all aroused. We made our excuses, said good night, and headed to our neighboring bedrooms.

Tracy and I took off our clothes and jumped into bed. We were both turned on and we both knew the other one was too. We kissed passionately and then I went down on her. I fantasized about watching Jerry and Samantha as I licked Tracy. We were going to be here two more night and the way things were going maybe something wild would happen. 

Her orgasm caught me off guard. She usually takes close to a half hour but it seemed like only two minutes before I felt her pelvic muscles contract and heave and heard her gasp and then scream into the pillow she put in her mouth to stifle her cries. 

When she was done I climbed up on her quickly and I was a piston, ramming her hard and rapidly. It was not long before I was chewing on a pillow too. It was one of our quickest sessions ever. I was hoping there might be a second round, something that I hadn't felt up to for a while, but as my body subsided my brain started to too. I knew Tracy would like more but she accepted my limitations and curled up in my arms. She was used to it.

I was starting to drift off when we heard noises from next door. It started slowly at first. We could hear small cries from Samantha. They were different from Tracy's and at first I thought something was wrong, but the look on Tracy's face told me she didn't agree, and as Samantha got louder I smiled back at Tracy and said, "I guess she's not using a pillow."

Their bed was thumping against our wall. Samantha started screaming with pleasure and it seemed to last forever.

"No, I guess not"

Soon we heard her start the rhythmic moans again, and then we heard the bed moving again in rhythm with Jerry. We lay there listening and imagining. I saw Samantha in my mind, lying on the bed with her legs spread and knees bent in front of her and to the side, while Jerry was between them, moving up and down and in and out, and in no time I felt myself getting stiff. Tracy reached over and felt my cock, and when she realized it was hard she opened up to each me. We locked mouths and were at it again in no time.

Because I had already come once, I was lasting a lot longer this time. Tracy was really getting into this and she was enjoying it like crazy. Usually the only way I can make her come is through oral sex, but this time was different. She is usually quiet if she thinks anyone can hear us, but she either forgot that there were people next door or she didn't care. She wasn't focusing on me like usual. She yelled and screamed as she climaxed and then she was encouraging me to keep going. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to do it again, but her vocal urgings and the sight of her face and the animal look she gave me fired me up, and then I imagined it was Samantha underneath me and I pounded her until we both came loudly together.

We collapsed against each other, both sated. As I was drifting off, I heard Jerry and Samantha starting up again. I just lay there cuddling with Tracy. 

"God damn, Jerry must be a fucking machine," I heard Tracy say.

I felt her sliding under the covers and then she was waking me up kissing my cock, her hands roaming to my nipples. I resecutated quickly. She lifted her mouth off of me, climbed over me, and then squated down on my cock. 

I watched her intensity as she fucked me. She was staring into space – or into her fantasy. I watched my cock being disappearing into her cunt and then emerging again. I watched her perfect breasts and hard nipples swaying above me. I heard the bed banging against the wall next door and then the wall started shaking and Samantha started going off for what seemed like forever and I couldn't hold back much longer. Then Jerry was going too and Tracy's expression changed and she yelled at the top of her lungs as she bounced on my crotch. I mustered the strength to meet her thrusts and then I was coming long and hard. As I drifted off I was still imagining Samantha in my head.

As I gradually awoke the next morning I became aware of how well I slept and how great I felt. I became aware that I had a raging hard-on. I turned to Tracy, but she was sleeping like a dead person. I debated waking her but knew better. I lay in bed for a few minutes thinking about last night and hoping Tracy would wake up but she didn't move. 

I heard noises in the kitchen. I needed some coffee and bladder relief. I pulled on some gym shorts and tucked my now rigid cock upward with the head pinned by the waist band. I pulled a large T-shirt over my head and let it drape over my pants.. 

As I quietly left the room, I glimpsed Samantha in the kitchen. She was facing away from me wearing a modest pullover nightgown that came down to the top of her knees. I could see her ass cheeks outlined on the back. I flashed back to last night and imagined her naked and coming. I briefly imagined myself transported behind her, lifting her gown...

I had never been seriously attracted to anyone else since Tracy and I had married, but something about Samantha that morning stirred me inside. I felt the blood flowing to my groin keeping me hard..

I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, pushing my hard cock down and tucking it under the bottom of the seat to keep the pee in the bowl. It took longer than usual to pee that way. After I washed my hands I washed my groin with cold water but it didn't do much good. I brushed my teeth to stall for time and then gave up and tucked my cock in my waistband again. 

As soon as I opened the bathroom door I noticed wonderful smells coming from the kitchen that I had not noticed earleir. Tracy and I both believed that good sex heightened all the senses and made food taste so much better. We often had an afternoon delight before going out to eat.

I walked quietly back towards our bedroom to wake Tracy for some morning delight. I was going to sneak under the bottom of the covers and slowly lick my way up her legs to her pussy to wake her up in our favorite way. 

"Want some tea?"

I almost jumped. Samantha had turned around and caught me. I stopped and looked over at her. Something in her eyes made me forget all about Tracy.

The kitchen had wraparound cabinets on two sides and a breakfast bar on the other. Samantha was inside of it at the stove. I had a sudden impulse to go to her, kiss her strongly on her open mouth, life up her nightgown, sit her on the breakfast bar and fuck her. Instead I moved up against the outside of the bar to hide my growing erection. 

"That sounds nice."

Our eyes met for an instant and I felt her look inside my head and read my brain. There was something extra in her smile as we said good morning to each other. She offered me some toast while she finished the breakfast. Each time she looked at me the tractor beam in her eyes grew stronger.

"Rick, could you reach this bowl for me?" she asked, looking up at the top shelf of one of the cabinets. There was a green glass bowl on the top shelf.

I couldn't think of any way out of it. I thought my T-shirt would cover my bulging shorts, but I wasn't sure. I waited a moment for Samantha to turn away and then angled my body as I came around to the inside of the bar. 

I went to the open cupboard. As I reached up for the bowl I felt my T-shirt riding up. Samantha turned back around . Her eyes glanced down to my crotch and the fully exposed outline of my semi-hardness, my cockhead peeking out of the top of my briefs. She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again. She let her eyes communicate everything. 

Before I thought about what I was doing, I set the bowl down, stepped over to her and kissed her full on the mouth while pinning her to me, pushing my growing hardness against her groin. She gasped and then relaxed into me. My tongue snaked into her mouth where it was met by hers.. 

The emergency brake in my brain caught up to my impulse and I released her, hoping she would be willing to forgive and forget. 

Samantha didn't. She clutched me, then reached around with one hand to pull my face back to hers. I was paralyzed mentally but my mouth opened up to receive her invading tongue. I felt her other hand reach inside my shorts and firmly grasp my cock It grew two sizes that day. She disengaged, slid to her knees, ripped down my shorts, and thrust my cock in her mouth like someone breaking a fast.

My paralysis broke, my pent up energy released and. I was out of control. I loved the feeling and was a glutton for more. I grabbed her under the shoulders, pulled her to her feet, and turned her around so she was facing the counter. Hiking up her night gown I reached between her legs and felt her juices cover my hand.

I spread her pussy with my fingers and guided my solid cock into her from behind, lifting her off the floor. I slipped my other hand up the front of her night gown, centering my palm on her stiff nipples and massaging her breasts. She turned her head towards me and I locked on to her mouth once more.

She turned back and put her hands against the cabinets for leverage. I took my free hand and pinned her wrists there.

I felt every millimeter of her pussy with every inch of my cock as I slowly but firmly rammed into her, momentarily lifting her off the floor, and withdrew for another stroke. I wished I could freeze this moment in time. I momentarily thought about Jerry or Tracy emerging from one of the bedrooms but the pleasure of Sam's pussy, her breasts, her tongue and lips, my stomach against her round ass overwhelmed me and pushed everything else out of my head.

It lasted forever and was over in a moment. 

After only nine or ten strokes I felt her pussy clench and then spasm. My balls tightened . Time crawled. I went into hyper drive, my sperm coursing up through my penis erupting out shooting deep into her pussy. My cock convulsed, reloaded and spasmed into her again and again. 

Sam shuddered violently. I put my forearm over her mouth and she bit down on it to stifle herself while I buried my mouth in the back of her nightgown to muffle my muted cries as I continued to pump her. 

I felt her jaw release and as I slowed down.

After a few seconds of afterglow Sam quickly disengaged from me and moved to the stove to rescue the food. As I was figuring out what to say I staggered back. I felt my side push something and then there was a crack as the bowl slipped off the counter and fell to the floor next to me.

The sound I heard next was that of my life shattering, though I did not know it then. The Little Death I had just experienced was suicide. 



Cabin Fever



For the past few months I have been been having an incestuous relationship with my two older sisters Becky and Lisa. The last weekend with my sister Lisa left me with mixed emotions. We both confessed to having developed strong feelings for each other that went beyond normal sibling affection. It even went beyond the amazing physical connection that she and I engaged in. This was starting to turn into true love. But how could it work? There are so many reasons why it couldn't be that simple. She has children and I am their uncle. And how about the rest of society? We would have to up root our lives and move some place where nobody knew us and pretend to be husband and wife. Our lives would be one big lie and it would most certainly put a huge strain on our relationship and cause fights. Before you no it we would wake up one day to a horrid retched life. Now on the other hand you have my oldest sister Becky. She has no kids and is one of those people that wouldn't give a fuck what people thought. I'm sure she would be quite open about an incestuous relationship with her younger brother except of course our parents which brings me to my last point. If our parents ever found out about any of this shit, at their age it could kill them and that's just not an option. Total secrecy is what's needed here so having an open relationship with Becky wouldn't work at all. So what's the answer?

I decided that the three of us needed to get together again and discuss things because someone is bound to get hurt and our lives are heading for a train wreck if we don't put on the brakes before it gets out of control. I called them both and set up a date to talk. It was rounding the corner into spring time in California which is a beautiful time of year for this state. I wanted to air things out with the girls but at the same time I wasn't about to make this only a verbal discussion. Once the air was clear and we were all in a good place about things then a weekend of fun and games would begin. At least that was my plan. A friend of mine has a private cabin in the woods and so I called him up to ask if it was available and got the key. I had some major planning and shopping to do so it wasn't till a month later that all three of us could get a free weekend that didn't conflict with the other persons schedule. This was going to be the best weekend yet.

My hard work and planning had paid off and every last detail was taken care of to make this the perfect and most memorable weekend get away of our lives. We all agreed to meet at my house bright and early on Friday morning. I had rented a small motor home for the trip and had it packed the night before. I needed to dip into my savings account to fund my little sexcapade but I had to do it up right or not do it at all. 

When the girls arrived I handed them their own personal thermos of coffee. They were surprised to see the motor home and excited that they would be riding in comfort and style. I loaded up their bags and we were on our way. As we hit the freeway on ramp I said,

"I bought some cinnamon rolls and have a jug of cold milk chilling in the refrigerator so help yourselves." Becky spoke up saying,

"Right on Tone. You really went all out dude. This motor home is great." Lisa echoed Becky's thoughts and said,

"It's awesome. How much was it?"

"You know what... it doesn't matter. All that's important is that we have a kick ass time but I do have one rule." 

"Uhh ohh," Becky said, "Here we go with the rules."

"No really, it's no big deal but on the drive up, I don't want to discuss any sexual things that have taken place in the recent past okay. That portion of the trip will take place as soon as we get unpacked and settled into the cabin. Do we have a deal?" Both girls answered,

"Deal." We took the coast up into central California and spring was now in full effect. It was stunning and the mood could not have been better. We stopped to take some great pictures and eat lunch and made the most of the drive up. When we finally arrived at the cabin it was about mid day and the girls were blown away to see how beautiful it was. I had been on a few fishing trips with my buddy so I knew how great it was but this was their first time up here so I was scoring points left and right with them. The cabin was right on a lake with a mountain setting for a back ground. It looked like it was straight out of a movie. Even if a girl wasn't into the great outdoors, the sheer beauty would have her giving you her panties in a heart beat. Luckily both my sisters loved camping and nature and all that shit so I was hitting on all pistons with them as far as getting them in the mood. 

I had said that the cabin was private and that's exactly what it was. The nearest anything was a ranger station and small general store about 5 miles away. Other cabins were sprinkled here and there along the road leading up to our cabin but they were also miles away. We parked and got out to stretch our legs and have a look at the view of the lake. Lisa said,

"I can't believe this place. It's like a fairy tale. It's absolutely gorgeous. This is exactly what I needed. Those kids of mine were driving me insane." Becky took in a deep breath of fresh pine mountain air and sniffed deeply saying,

"Ahhh smell that air. I can feel the big city in my lungs being filtered out as we speak. What a view. Tell your buddy Roger that I said thanks for letting us use the cabin."

"No problem sis, I already thanked him. He's a great guy. Let's get unpacked and get all settled. We each have our own room and there are two showers. One outdoor shower and one indoor. We can get cleaned up and then see about dinner. I took care of all the food so you guys don't have to worry about shit except enjoying yourselves." Lisa spoke up saying,

"Wow Tony, you really are sweet. Thanks for planing all this. You've out done yourself." 

"Yeah, watch yourself buddy," Becky said. "A girl could get spoiled and get used to this kind off pampering. If you're not careful we may expect this kind of treatment all the time."

"Hay that wouldn't bother me," I said. "It's just that we never used to hang out like we did when we were younger. It's like we've grown up and stopped taking the time to get together unless it was someone's birthday or the holidays. This weekend for me is my way of letting you guys know that the past few months haven't been a fluke and I really want to make an effort to hang more often." 

"Ha!" Becky scoffed. "I'll bet you do you naughty boy."

"No, it's not just that. I don't want us to let life put a wedge between us just because we have jobs and kids and things like that." Still teasing Becky said,

"I'm calling bull shit. You're getting laid and you want to make sure you're still gonna get some buddy boy. Don't try and bull shit me pal. I know your plan. You've got something up your sleeve for this weekend. You didn't drag us up here just to talk." I put on an innocent face and said,

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about and anyway I wouldn't exactly say that you were dragged up here. As soon as I called you it was 'Great, count me in' so don't act like I had to twist your arm to get you up here dear sister."

"So you're telling me you don't have something planned? Some big sexual fantasy that you want fulfilled? Come on bro, I'm not that stupid."

"Hay, what ever happens, happens. I'll leave it up to fate."

"We'll see, we'll see. What ever it is I know it's going to be twisted."

So we unpacked and showered off then each pitched in to make a kick ass dinner. When we sat down to eat I got the ball rolling saying,

"Okay, so the main reason I have you guys up here is to get on the same page with each other and not keep anything in the dark. Now I know how close you girls are so I'm not sure how much you two have talked about but I will start things off by saying how I'm feeling about all this. First of all I have no problem with the whole incest thing. It feels as natural as any sex I've ever had with any woman I've ever been with, better actually. But there's a snag, I've let my emotions get involved with both of you and as crazy as it sounds... I've sort of developed some feelings for both of you. Here's the thing Becky, Lisa and I have already discussed this but it's the first time I've said anything to you about it. Are you shocked, pissed off, happy, what?"

"Well, I'm not that shocked no. You always fall for anyone you have sex with so no, I'm not surprised. As far as being pissed well, I'm a little bummed out that you didn't come to me and tell me. You should know you can tell me anything but I can see how saying that you have feelings for me would be hard so I guess I can cut you some slack."

"You have no idea how hard it is to tell you this. It took something as big as coming up here to tell you." Lisa spoke up and said,

"Well, allow me to be the voice of reason here and give the two of you a great big spoonful of reality. I'm a single mom. You are Aunt and Uncle to my kids. We can't have some torrid love triangle. This is impossible. What if mom and dad ever found out? That would be an unspeakable disaster that would destroy the family." I said,

"I hear you Lis, I know. But if you think about it, no one has to know jack shit. This is a really easy secret to keep guys I mean who's going to think anything out of the ordinary about three siblings spending a weekend up in a cabin or any other future plans we make. We're brother and sisters, nothing strange about that."

"Yes," Lisa continued. "But now you're starting to talk about feelings and emotions and all that kinda shit. Just what do you expect to happen? Are we all going to move in together and have sex with the kids in the next room or what exactly is the plan?"

"Of course I know we can't just have some threesome type relationship where we live together but there's no reason we can't see each other regularly. And it doesn't always have to be about sex either. We could just hang out you know. But I want to see you guys more than just some special occasion or holiday. It doesn't have to be everyday like a marriage but why not two to three or even four times a month. Hell, why not when someone just has an urge to get together on some random night, fuck I don't give a shit about booty call." Becky asked,

"So what happens if one of us meets the guy or girl of our dreams, the person we want to spend the rest of our lives with?" 

"Yeah, that's a great question," Lisa agreed. "What then Mr. man?"

"Look, you don't want to get me started on the whole marriage thing. You should know by now that I have no plans to get married and never will. The only people we know for sure that are going to be in our lives forever is our family. A marriage like mom and dads is so rare that it can never hope to be duplicated. Their generation was too different than the pressures of today's modern marriage. I could talk about this shit for hours but for the sake of argument if that did happen then of course that person would have to stop. But they should know that when, not if, but when that relationship fails they can come on back to what they know in their heart feels right and this feels right to me guys. I can't see myself finding a girl as fucked up as you two are in the sack. Let's face it people, were are as fucked up as they come and there is no one for us but us."

"That's pretty sad," said Becky. "But you do bring up some valid points. Mom and dad's marriage is a one in a million shot. How we ended up so fucked up I'll never know but you certainly can't put any blame on them. They did their best to keep us on the straight and narrow. So here's what I think, booty call fine. Let's face it, we all need to get laid and we trust each other right? Hanging out is fine too, I'm all for it but we gotta be realistic about this whole don't see other people thing. If we find someone that we like then we can't just not explore that possibility and don't be so sure that you can't find your sexual equal little brother. There are chicks out there that will do all kinds of crazy shit."

"Yeah," I responded, "But you know what they say, 'Psycho in the bed, psycho in the head', and I'm not looking to date some crazy bitch that wants to cut off my balls cuz the voices in her head told her to. I don't think the girl I'm looking for even exists but hay, I could get lucky, you never know." Lisa said,

"Well, I don't know if I'll find another man or not, who knows. I do know that most men don't want to date someone with baggage like I have and frankly I don't blame them. Single moms are the black sheep of the dating world and we all know it. I think that I would be able to keep the whole sex thing on the down low and absolutely hang out when ever you guys want to come over. I won't be messing around when the kids are home but my door is always open to you guys."

"Then it's settled," I said. "We keep the sex in the closet and step up the visitation and everyone's happy, okay?"

"Sounds good to me," Becky said.

"I'm good with that," said Lisa.

"Okay, that's fucking awesome. SO... Now that business is taken care of... Any one up for a bit of a frolic?" I asked in a crappy Irish accent. 

"A bit of a frolic?" Becky teased. "Who the fuck are you, 'Lord of the Rings' you fucking geek? Who the fuck says that?" We all laughed which is exactly what the room needed and why I said it. The serious factor in the room needed to be deflated so I'm always cracking jokes when it's the right time. 

After we cleaned up the dinner dishes we moved to what I'm going to call, "The family room" and got the weekends fun and games started. I was getting some pretty good dick control practice in lately so I didn't take any of the viagra but brought them along just in case. The cabin has a great sound system so I brought some good stripping and fucking tunes and popped one of the cd's on. We lit a fire to further enhance to mood and kind of just started kissing on each other in the middle of the room on a big shag rug. I went for Lisa's neck and Becky started kissing and sucking on my hand and fingers. As we kissed, articles of clothing were being discarded with the help of one person or the other until we were soon fully naked as the day we were born.

I always break from the kissing when the two girls lock lips and was mesmerized by their long tongues that intertwined and swirled in and out of their mouths. They also traded sucking on each others tongues like cocks. It was so fucking hot that I was sporting wood in no time. Becky took notice of my meaty member and said,





"Well, look who's joined the party." She immediately groped for my cock and took me into her mouth. Lisa's mouth was right behind and so I laid back and let them have their way with me. No part of my cock was being unattended to with some one on my shaft and some one on my balls. The visual was as hot as it gets seeing those tremendous tongues worshiping every inch of my manhood. Both tongues even invaded each others space and crossed over themselves in the may lay of cock sucking. Then Becky grabbed me behind the knees and pushed my legs back saying,



"Don't fight it Tone, just go with it. I had a split second of terror with a statement like that but before I could protest I felt her long slick tongue invade my ass hole and took the full length of it till her chin met my ass. I have to admit that the feeling was great but what bothered me the most was having my legs pushed back like some chick and kind of, sort of being man handled by my sister. She just took control which made me feel very unmanly and I wasn't sure what to do but I didn't want to spoil the mood and make a big deal out of it so I just took one for the good of the team and let her go to town on my ass hole. And go to town she did. She fucking ass fucked me deep and fast with her mighty tongue and just about raped me like a prison bitch. I hated the fact that I liked it but she was correct in telling me that when all those nerve endings in there get messed with, the feeling is like no other. Just for the record people, I'm not gay and no man or woman is ever putting any cock up my ass. I made the sacrifice to tolerate her tongue for the sake of not upsetting the sexual flow of things but it is not something I plan to make a habit out of no matter how good it feels.



After my anal reaming the girls moved to the sofa and stacked themselves on top of each other. Becky sat down and pulled her legs back and Lisa sat on Becky and also held her legs. I knelt in front of the girls and had two sets of female plumbing to feast on. I ran my tongue from Becky's ass hole all the way up to Lisa's cunt. I made sure to never leave someone unattended so while my mouth was working on one sister my hand took care of the other. I was an octopus working my hands and mouth at the same time, darting my tongue in and out of this hole or that. Then for my grand finally I bowling ball finger fucked both girls till they came. What's a bowling ball finger fuck you ask? It's when you put your middle finger in a girl's pussy and your thumb in her ass like you're holding a bowling ball and finger bang them. I said,



"Okay girls, let's see if you can synchronize your orgasms and give me a double drenching." Becky said,

"Oh god I'm close."

"How close?" said Lisa, "Cuz I could burst any second."

"Me too, just let it happen... And... Now... AHHHHHHHHH SHHHHHHit I'm CUMING."

I pulled my fingers from Becky and she shot her squirt right in my face and seconds later Lisa exploded all over so I uncorked my fingers from her too. Both girls hosed me down and filled the room with screams of ecstasy. I was absolutely soaked with cunt cream like I had just stepped out of a swimming pool. It was awesome. I couldn't help but crack another joke and said,



"You girls ever consider trying out for the fire department?" Everyone laughed and we joined faces in a three way kiss. When we broke the kiss Becky said,



"I'm ready to fuck, how bout you guys?"

"About that," I said. "I did a little shopping and well..." I went to one of my bags and pulled out a strap on. Lisa erupted in laughter and Becky said,

"No fucking way, a strap on? That's hot. I knew you had something up your sleeve this weekend." She looked at Lisa and said, "What do you think Lis, you want me to fuck you?"

"Umm well, how about I fuck you?" Then I chimed in and said,

"How about we both fuck you?"

"Now way," Becky gasped. "You wanna D.P. me? I've never done that before. I've fantasized about it but never had two cocks at the same time."

"So is that a yes?" Lisa asked.

"Well, in the spirit of pushing past boundaries I guess I can't say know." Lisa and I cheered and I reassured Becky saying,

"And hay, don't worry about a thing cuz we're going to be as gentle as possible and you just tell us how it feels and if you need a break or whatever. So as you can see I didn't get some big ol massive shlong. I tried to find one that is a bit more ass hole friendly unlike my rectum wrecker." 




Cabin Fever



"Aww no way," Becky protested. "Once I get used to you, 'Big Tone' I love your fat cock up my ass. You fill me up so good."

"Well, I'm not so sure Lisa's into big dicks in her ass so I was more thinking of her."

"That's sweet," Lisa said. "But I took you in my ass no problem and it's true, once I was able to get used to that thing you're packing I loved it."

"Okay, my mistake. Next time I'll go big but I'm pretty sure there's a no return policy on this item so let's make the best of it."

So Lisa got strapped on and before we got started I sprung one more surprise on them and said, "I don't know if you guys would be against it but what would you say if had some video equipment?"

"Wait, you want to film this shit?" Becky asked. "Hmm, that could be interesting." I said,

"Of course I'd make copies for all of us and you know mine is going in a vault but if you want to keep me from harassing you guys for sex all the time, this would give me something to watch and take care of myself to fill in those gaps when we can't see each other."

"Home made porn huh?" Lisa asked. "I think I've got a good hiding spot for that. Who's gonna film?"

"I've got a tripod for when we are all in the shot but it's so easy to use so if two of us are going at it then feel free to pick up the camera and get some nice close ups. Here I'll show you how to use it." So I gave a crash course on the ABC's of filming porn and we got started. I decided to do a little directing and shoot some hardcore lesbian incest so I had the girls start with out me and grabbed the camera. "Okay girls, let's start from the beginning and I want to hear some hardcore dirty filthy incest talk. Okay ladies, lights camera action."

I started with a few questions asking, "Hello girls, what's your name hotness?"

"My names Rebecca?"

"And who is this gorgeous creature next to you?"

"This is my beautiful sister Lisa?"

"Wait, this is your sister?"

"Yup. Isn't she hot?"

"So she's your sister. You mean like step sister right?"

"No I mean she's my real sister."

"Is that true Lisa?"

"Yes we have the same mom and dad."

"And you guys do stuff to each other, like sexually."

"You got it buddy."

"So isn't that incest?"

"Last I checked," Becky replied.

"Damn, that's fucking hot. You know you do sort of look alike I guess but how do we know for sure. Is there any physical trait that you guys share other than your obvious huge tits and big ass?" Lisa answered,

"Well, we both have five inch long tongues."

"WHAT!? Five inch long tongues. That's almost thirteen centimeters. This I've gotta see. How bout you face each other and stick em out?" Both girls turned to face one another and extended their freakish tongues to full length. "Wow, I'm convinced. Those are some crazy long tongues. Any chance we can see them in action? Let's see you touch the tips of your tongues together. Oooo that's hot girls. There are guys who's cocks aren't that long. Can we see a little tongue sucking. Oh shit, look at that. Lisa is sucking on her sister's tongue like it was a cock. Oh yes give that cock tongue some head. Damn that's hot. How bout you Becky, can you suck a mean tongue? Oh my god look at that. Ladies and gentlemen Becky is scraping her teeth along her sister's long tongue and oh look, now the girls are just totally making out, fuck that's dirty, two sisters kissing." I pulled the camera in tight and got a close up of them sucking face then panned down to Lisa's strap on. I said,



"I see your sporting some wood there Lisa. You have any plans for that thing?" I panned back out to get both girls in the shot for her answer and she said,

"Oh I've got plans for it all right. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of my sister Becky. But first I think I'll make her suck it. Get down there and suck my cock bitch."

"With pleasure," Becky obeyed. I got artistic with my camera work and circled around them as Becky sucked Lisa's artificial dick. I got some amazing close ups and then pulled out for a dramatic full view of the action as Lisa talked nice and dirty for the camera. Something about being filmed made the girls over act everything they did so they really put on quite a show. Lisa aggressively shouted commands saying,

"That's it bitch... Suck my cock, you nasty filthy whore... Come on, suck that fucking cock you cunt... Don't make me have to force you to suck it bitch... You better do what I fucking say or I'm gonna have to get tough with you... How bout I fuck your face you whore?.. Huh?.. You fucking pissed me off so now I'm gonna fuck your face bitch."



Lisa grabbed the back of Becky's head and started plowing her strap on down her throat. Becky made some fantastic gagging noises each time the cock was trust into her mouth and put on a deep throat clinic for the camera. Gobs of spit and saliva drooled down her face and chin as I pulled in tight to film the messy blow job. Lisa pulled out and started slapping and beating Becky about the face and on her flattened wide tongue. Damn, what a close up. Lisa changed gears and said,

"Okay that's enough of that, I want to taste your ass and cunt you nasty slut. Get over on that couch and stick your ass out bitch." Becky got up and went to the couch and knelt on the cushions with her ample ass jutting out. Lisa walked up behind her and slapped her ass saying,

"Look at my sister's big ol ass... Now that's an ass... So big and juicy... Let's see you shake that ass bitch... That's it... Pop that booty... Look at that fucken ghetto booty..." Lisa left her hand print on Becky's ass several times until they were rosy red. Then she knelt down behind her and continued with her verbal chastising.

"Alright bitch... Now I'm going to rape your ass hole with my fucking tongue." She spread Becky's ass cheeks apart and began to Circle and rim her anus. I had both girls in the shot but slowly pulled in tight for an extreme close up of Lisa's tongue. She glided it over the peaks and valleys of Becky's wrinkled ass ring making slow meticulous circles. Becky was moaning and her hand went in search of her sensitive clit. I pulled out just enough to capture her fingers diddling her twat as Lisa took her first slow plunge of that enormous long tongue into Becky's turd tunnel. I focused in for another extreme close up and filmed that tongue dip in and out of the defenseless ass hole. Lisa pulled out and looked at the camera and said,



"I'm going to wiggle the tip of my tongue when I'm deep inside her."

When her tongue was about in inch away from penetration she demonstrated her talented tongue skills and muscle control by wiggling the very tip of her tongue and then slowly went in for the plunge. Her tongue squirmed in like a wiggling worm until she was all the way in and continued to wriggle around deep inside Becky's bowels. She screamed with delight as her sister tickled her anal nerve endings and then Lisa went postal on her ass with a lightening fast barrage of tongue thrusts. Her face plowed into Becky's pillowy ass cheeks and poked out her brown eye with precise accuracy. Becky's hand rubbed furiously on her cunt as Lisa attacked away at that ass hole with her ridged cock tongue. After a good thirty seconds of anal abuse Becky swung around to face her sister and blasted Lisa in the face with a colasal cum bath. Lisa closed her eyes to recieve her baptismal shower and slicked back her hair like someone standing under a waterfall. That was a slow motion shot if I ever saw one and I made it so when I went to edit. Lisa stood up and barked,

"I'm not done with you yet bitch. Lay down on the fucking floor. I'm gonna fuck you now." Becky did as she was told and laid on her back then pulled her legs up submissively to wait for her sister's dicking. Lisa knelt in front, grabbed her cock, and shoved it agessively into Becky's cunt. When she was fully inside, Lisa stretched her legs back and went into a push up position with only her hands and toes in contact with the floor. Then she started fucking with solid hard hip thrusts, driving her fake cock into Becky's cunt. Lisa resumed with her dominering dialog saying,



"You like that bitch?.. Huh?.. You like my big hard cock slamming your fucking cunt you nasty whore?.. Come on you fucking bitch... Take my cock god damn it... Take it you filthy pig... You god damn good for nothing piece of shit... Right in your dirty cunt... Yeah... That's a good slut... Taking a good hard dicking... Cuz that's what good sisters do... They take a nice hard pounding... Yeah?.. Are you my sister?.. Are we sisters?.. Are we having incest... Imagine this cock is real... Imagine I'm a fucking tranny with big ol tits... And I'm fucking you... With my big hard cock... You want me to cum inside you sis?.. Huh?.. Dump my hot load of tranny cum deep inside you... Yeah?.. You want your sister to knock you up?.. Give you an incest lesbionic tranny child?.. Hmmm?.. Would you like that?.. You want me to fuck you up with cum?.. Huh you fucking nasty bitch?.. I'm going to explode deep inside you... I'm gonna blow my load... Here I go... I'm fucking you faster... I'm pounding you harder... I'm not bull shitting... I'm about to shoot my wade bitch... And..."

"Ahhhhhh SHiiiiiT... I'm Cuming... I'm Cuming I'm fucking craming you full of shemale sperm... Oh my god yes... Take my load deep inside your nasty cunt."

Lisa faked her orgasm like a pro and pushed the envelope of taboo to the max. The raw carnal performance had me rock hard so I mounted the camera on the tripod and joined in. Lisa had a change of heart and decided to surrender the strap on to Becky and become the D.P. guinea pig. I volunteered to be underneath Lisa and fuck her pussy while Becky took her ass. We positioned ourselves and the camera as well as we could to film the pentration and to get all three of us in the shot. I laid on my back and Lisa mounted herself on me cowgirl style. Becky kept her feet planted on the floor so she wouldn't block the penetration view of the camera and eased her way into Lisa's well lubricated ass hole. As her cock plunged in, Lisa let out a sharp yelp. COncerned I asked,

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"No, I'm okay. Just start out slow. Nice and easy. This is a first for me."



So we took it easy and slowly filled both of Lisa's holes with gentle tender strokes. The lubrication helped us glide in and out with ease and she purred like a cat with pleasure. After a minute or two Lisa said,

"Okay, I think I'm ready to take it a little faster. Go ahead guys, Fuck me faster." We picked up the pace and soon Lisa was screaming with glee. "Oh my god... That feels so fucking good... Two cocks... Right up my holes... Don't stop... Please don't you fucking stop... Fuck me... Please fuck me... Fuck my ass... Fuck my cunt... Fuck my holes... JUST FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Becky who had been quiet for so long couldn't hold back any longer and shouted,

"Okay bitch... I'm fucking you... I'm fucking your ass you filthy whore... Take my cock in your ass you nasty piece of shit." Feeling like I should join in I yelled,

"Yeah, fuck her ass... While I fuck her cunt... Come on let's give it to her good... Fuck the shit out of her."

"Come on you bastards," Lisa rebelled defiantly. "Pound my god damn holes... That's it... Nail me hard... Harder... Come on you fucks... Ram the shit out of me."

"Oh yeah you dirty bitch," Becky growled. "You ready to be fucking pounded?.. Huh bitch?.. Okay then... You asked for it... Come on Tony... Fuck the shit out of her."

We took off and started really hammering away at her holes. Lisa lifted her weight off of me just enough to give my hips some clearance so I had some room to move. I thrust my cock up into her with everything I had. Becky and I let out a loud battle cry and proceeded to pulverize Lisa's cunt and ass hole. Taking our punishment, Lisa joined our shouting and in unison all three of us yelled out at the top of our lungs in the privacy of the cabin in the middle of no where. Like animals we fucked and screamed and spit insults till we were blue in the face and covered in sweat. We had totally sunk to a primal level like perhistoric man and shed our selves of the tame civilized people we once were. Now nothing was left but raw sexual beasts that were hell bent on drowning ourselves in a muddy pit of carnal sin and debotchury. Feeling close to my orgasm I said,

"Ahh fuck, I think I'm gonna cum."

"Me too," Lisa grunted.

"That makes three of us," Becky yelled. Evidently the strap on was rubbing her clit as she fucked away at Lisa's ass so with perfect timing we all ejaculated into one loud creshendo of cum. I thrust myself balls deep into Lisa and popped my load as she simultaniously spewed her squirt all over my cumming cock. Becky broke her damn and juice sprayed in all directions as her cunt hole was blocked by the strap on. All three of us shouted in blissful orgasmic glee as jolts of pleasure coursed through our veins and body fluids mixed and blended into an incestuous soup.

As I laid there in a puddle of cum I thought to myself, this was it. I had reached nirvana. This was the pinnacle of my sexual career. If I died from heart failure at that very moment then I could be at piece that I had satisfied my sexual desires and fantasies to the fullest. Eventually we all detached from one another and reunited on the couch in a three way cuddle hold. We silently held each other which had now become a familiar trend after such a savage event. It helped to dispel all the rude insults and malicious verbal injuries that coincide with such brutality and reunited our bond as loving siblings. 

After all was well again we showered off and cleaned up our mess as best we could then turned in for the night. As I laid in bed I heard a light knock on my door and Lisa poked her head in and whispered,

"Tony, you asleep?"

"No, come on in."

"She quietly tip toed in and shut the door. I had plenty of room in my buddy's king size bed and so I moved over to make room. She was wearing a little see through nighty so I opened the covers then she crawled right in and snuggled up to me. After a few minutes there was another knock and Becky whispered through the door,

"Hay Tone, you still awake?"

"Yes Beck, the door's open."

Becky opened the door and saw Lisa curled up beside me. She asked, "You got room for one more in there?"

"Sure thing baby," Lisa said sweetly. I moved to the end and Becky hopped in then wrapped her arms around Lisa, kissing her on the forehead. We all fell asleep in complete comfort and satisfaction knowing that emotional bonds rooted themselves deeper into the fabric of our souls. It was only fitting that we all shared a bed to end the day.

Sometime that night I had a dream we were on a sail boat out on the lake, naked of course, and I was laying on my back with a light breeze brushing over my body. Next thing I know I feel a pair of lips on my cock and I'm getting this amazing blow job and then I woke up from the dream. But as I opened my eyes I could still feel the lips on my cock and the light breeze. I looked down to see Becky sucking me off and the double doors to the room were open letting in sunshine and a gentle flow of air. 

"Good morning Mister sleepy head," Lisa said. She was standing by the doors watching and waiting to see the expression on my face from my surprise awakening. Still trying to shake the cob webs of sleep from my brain I mumbled,

"That's about the best good morning I've ever had." Both girls erupted in laughter at the trick they had played on me and I told them about my dream.

"Well, I hope you're hungry?" Lisa asked. "Cuz breakfast is served in bed." She walked over with a tray of french toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, coffee, orange juice, and some fresh fruit. They doted on me and hand fed my breakfast to me and even wiped my mouth after every bite. I got the royal treatment and felt like a king. I new the answer but I still asked,

"What's all this for?"

"With generosity comes great rewards kind sir," Becky proclaimed. 

"Well, thanks guys, this is awesome. Now I feel like the one whose getting spoiled." After breakfast We all got dressed and I explained my plan for the day. We filled our back packs with some supplies for a picnic then grabbed a camera and some binoculars to do a little nature photo shoot and bird watching. My buddy had a canoe so we loaded it up and rowed across to the other side of the lake. The whole trip was turning out just like I had planned and the kingly treatment I received that morning was a testimonial to my skills on how to treat a woman and reap the rewards. If you get a chick that's into nature then nothing melts their hearts better than the great outdoors and melted hearts equals they will do what ever the fuck you want them to do in the bedroom.



When we got to the other side of the lake we pulled up to a sandy shore and tied the canoe off. We put on our packs and found a nature trail that led into the picturesque woodland. We spent the morning taking some great pictures and saw some amazing bird life with the binoculars. The girls were dressed in their little "Indiana Jane" outfits and hiking boots and had a ball posing for the camera. About mid afternoon the tree line opened up to this breath taking meadow filled with wild purple iris flowers and tons of bright yellow and black butterflies that suckled nectar from them. I played it off by pretending to know of this place and said,



"Here you go ladies, your picnic playground is at your disposal." Both girls tossed their arms around me and smothered me with kisses. If I were elevated to the level king this morning, I had just been crowned a god. I don't know if I could have done much more to impress the pants off my sisters, but I had an idea of how I might be able to top myself. I said,

"Everyone drop your packs and pick a flower head off the stem and sit on this log." We all took one of the iris flowers and pinched off just the bloom then sat on a near by log. I told them to sit motionless with their flower in hand and before long we each had one of the hundreds of butterflies visit our hand and suck nectar from the flowers we picked. I stood up and got some great pictures of the girls and their butterflies and inflated their egos to over flowing. It felt good to see them having such a great time and their child like behavior made them positively glow.



The sex we had the night before went to a pretty dark place but I had plans that were going to take us even deeper into debauchery the likes we'd never seen before. I had to pile on the romance as thick as I could to get them to a place where no request no matter how bizarre or freaky would be turned down. We set up a picnic blanket and laid out a beautiful spread of food and ate in our fantasy field of flowers and butterflies. When we finished our lunch, we each spread out and laid on our backs looking up at the clouds in the sky, basking in the glory of the moment. Becky broke the silence and said,




Cabin Fever



"Guys, I know we already worked out our little situation regarding this whole falling in love with each other thing, but I just want to say that under different circumstances I could easily accept you two as, for lack of better words, husband and wife."

"Get out of my head Becky," Lisa said surprised. "I was just thinking the same thing."

"It feels perfectly natural to me," I added. "We already love each other as siblings so it's a no brainer for me to also have romantic feelings for you two."

"Well spoken," said Becky. "I couldn't have said it better myself."

"But I think we're doing the best we can for the sake of the rest of the family with these little weekend getaways and occasional house calls. Besides, ever hear the saying, time apart strengthens the relationship? Moving in together could be a total disaster." Lisa agreed saying,

"You're right Tone. I think it would be a huge mistake for us to live full time with each other and I would just die if anything were to upset the balance of what we have here."

"Don't fuck with a good thing," Becky said. "You can't perfect perfection." I looked at Becky and said,

"Damn Beck, right back at ya with the well spoken." 

We packed up everything and still had plenty of daylight left so we hiked to the canoe and rowed back to the cabin. After docking the canoe we went inside and dropped our packs. We made some cocktails and sat out on the patio. I decided to gently reveal my plan for the next round of fun and games. I began by asking,

"So how was that, pretty nice country huh?"

"Absolutely gorgeous," Becky answered.

"It was like a dream," Lisa agreed. "Those butterflies were so beautiful. I'm never going to forget them as long as I live."

"Good, I'm so glad you guys had a great time. So Becky, you remember that list of fantasies I made a while back?"

"Uhh oh Lisa, watch out, here it comes. Yes I remember."

"Well, I brought some supplies to try out one of those scenarios but you know you guys can turn it down if you want."

"Wait I think I've heard about this list," Lisa said suspiciously. "If I remember right there was some pretty crazy shit on that list."

"Well, I just thought that with what we did last night..." I left the sentence hanging with a shrug of my shoulders. Becky finished it saying,

"You thought we would be willing to do some equally outrageous perverted act right?" I silently shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head in agreement.

"So what is it?" Lisa asked.

"Well, it's messy."

"Oh hell no ,not the pig thing?" Becky shouted. "Oh my god you're kidding right?"

"What pig thing?" Lisa asked with one raised eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"He wants us to dress up as pigs and have sex in some mud wallow."

"No, not a mud wallow," I defended. "I bought a big blow up kiddy pool and I went to the grocery warehouse store and got several large tubs of instant chocolate pudding powder. We mix the powder with water in the pool and bingo, we have a yummy tasty chocolate mud pit."

"Tell her the rest of the plan Mister kinkster," Becky ordered.

"Well, I also bought some rubber pig ears and snouts and I found some flexible rubber butt plugs in the shape of curly pig tails. You know, we went to a pretty dark place last night so I thought if that was do-able then we could try some mock human slash bestiality type adventure today. What do you say guys, it'll be fun? We're just going to be doing what we did last night but add costumes and pudding." I flashed them with the most appealing smile as I could, trying to seduce them into agreement. Finally Lisa relented and said,

"Aww how can I refuse a face like that. I guess I can't say no with all you've done this week end. Why do you have to be so fucking cute little brother? Fine, I'll do it, what the hell." Becky laughed out loud and said,

"Good cuz I wanted to do it anyway."

"I knew it you bitch," I yelled accusingly. "You just didn't want to admit that you're just as perverted as I am you fucking slut." 

We all laughed and I went to the motor home and took out four buckets of instant pudding powder mix while the girls got the box with the blow up kids pool and started blowing it up with a foot pump out in the back yard of the cabin. The big pool was in the shape of a circle and had plenty of room for all three of us to do our thing. After we dumped the instant pudding powder in, I turned on the gardening water hose and the girls mixed the chocolate pudding with the canoe paddles. When we had a nice gooey pool of pudding, it looked just like a muddy puddle of dirt. We drank several more shots of booze and mentally prepared ourselves to take on the role of dirty nasty mutant humanoid pigs having filthy mud wallow sex. We stripped down and put on the ears and snouts and the girls plugged their butts with the pig tails. I grabbed the video camera and set it on the tri pod. I had one last surprise to set the mood and brought out a music CD player and popped in a special disk. I hit the play button and in seconds pig snorting and squealing and all sorts of wild pig sounds pumped out of the player. I turned up the volume just a little and said,

"I thought this would further get us in the mind set of the role so I downloaded a sound track of farm pigs and just looped it to repeat." The girls looked at me like I was crazy but then started to laugh. Becky said,

"You know what Tone, this is your fantasy so whatever. Let's get our swine on."

I was already hard from the build up of my fantasy coming to life. So I dove in and did a belly flop in the chocolate pudding pool. It splashed every where and I rolled around in it like a filthy pig. I was pretty drunk from the alcohol and snorted and oinked like a dirty pig, inviting my sisters to join me for the disgusting fuck fest. I took a handful of pudding and started jerking off my cock with it. This totally rude act got Becky's attention and she took the plunge and duplicated my belly flop. On hands and knees she crawled over and started wolfing down my cock. With the pudding smudged all over her face, the pig snout and ears gave her an erie realistic look. Both girls braided their hair so it wouldn't fall into their face and the pig sound track was totally freeky as I looked at Becky's pig face sucking on my cock. Then I looked up to see Lisa with the video camera filming us having flithy pork sex. In her drunken slur she said,



"Come on you two, let's see some nasty filthy bestiality. That's right you dirty she pig, suck on that nasty cock."

The sound track was really getting me turned on so I wrestled Becky to her back and got on top of her in a 69 position and went wild and crazy on her chocolate covered cunt. She in turn started going nuts on my cock and we grunted and snorted and were as rude and disgusting with our noises as we could. I scooped up a big handful of pudding and slopped it on and into her cunt, stuffing it in there and then finger banging her hole. The smooth pudding acted like lubrication and I nearly fisted my sister with aggressive thrusts of my hand. She screamed with my cock in her mouth and so I started pumping my dick down her throat. She choked and gagged but I didn't let up and continued to assault her mouth with my pig pole. Lisa directed us again and said,

"Okay you two pigs, let's see some pig fucking."

I wasn't sure how great of a steady camera shot Lisa was getting because she was so drunk that her legs were wobbly but I was also pretty wasted so I didn't really care too much at the time. Becky got on all fours and stuck her ass in the air with her curly pig tail sticking out of her ass hole. I got up behind her and bent my knees with my feet on the pool floor. I had the worst time keeping my feet from slipping from the slick pudding and also because I was drunk off my ass but somehow I managed to shove my cock into Becky's sloppy cunt and started fucking her piggy style. Pig squeels grunts and snorts kept pumping out of the CD player as I began to plow away at my sister's filthy pudding hole. She scooped up a handful of slop and generously annointed our moving parts. Pudding splattered everywhere with each connecting thrust and a disgusting squishy slapping sound noisily blended with the sound track. Becky screamed,

"Come on you filthy pig... Oink oink... Fuck me... Grunt snort... Fuck the shit out of my nasty dirty pig cunt... Come on you fucking bastard... Fuck me."



"Yeah you dirty bitch pig?.. You want me to fuck you?.. You want me to bang your muddy cunt?.. You love my big cock stuffing your filthy hole don't you?.. DON'T YOU, YOU MOTHER FUCKING PIECE OF PIG SHIT... YOU GOD DAMN GOOD FOR NOTHING WET HOLE... THAT'S ALL YOU ARE IS A WET HOLE FOR ME TO FUCK... Suck my cock, hole... Come on worthless hole... Make my cock feel good... That's a good hole... Let me fuck you... Let me fill you up with cum... And not just any cum... Your brother's cum... That's right, you heard me... I'm your fucking brother... And we're having incest... And I'm going to shoot my load into your unprotected cunt... And there's nothing you can do about it... HA HA HA... I'm going to knock up my sister and I love it... I fucking love nailing my sister."

"Noooooooo... Please stop... Please don't cum in me little brother... I could get pregnant... It would be wrong... Please stop... I'm begging you... Why are you doing this to me?.. You're raping me... I don't want you fucking me... You're fucking me against my will... This is rape... Terrible disgusting rape... Please don't do this."

"Shut up you fucking whiney snivling bitch... I am raping you... HA HA HA... And I don't care... Take my cock sis... You disgusting dirty rotten she pig... Come on snort for me sow... Oink like a pig." I grabbed her hair brade and snapped her head back as I plowed her cunt raw and slapped her ass real hard over and over. 

"Oink oink... Grunt grunt grunt... Oink snort oink... SQUeeeeeeeL."

Becky was totally getting into character and her cunt was sucking my cock so well. The pig sound track continued its loop and in my drunken state I actually believed I was a pig and so was Becky. I could feel my orgasm gaining momentum and I yelled,

"Oh god... I'm going to cum inside you bitch... Here comes your brothers cum... I'm going to fucking impregnate you."

"NO don't do it bro... Pull out... I don't want your baby... I don't want my brother's incest baby... Stop please, I'm begging you... Don't cum inside me."

"Fuck you bitch... Take my load right now... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

"Oh my god... I don't believe it... My brother is shooting his load inside me... I can feel it... I can feel your warm squirt pumping into my birth canal... Now I'm going to get pregnant you fucking bastard... You're knocking up your sister you filthy prick... You're such an ass hole... I hate you little brother... I hate your guts... You make me sick... You make me want to vomit... Just for that I'm going to teach you a lesson."

She got up and pushed me to the floor and stood over me saying, "I'm gonna flush out your cum with my piss. None of your filthy seed will ever reach my eggs. Take my piss mother fucker and your cum with it too."

Next thing you know warm bright yellow piss flowed from her pee hole and she shot me right in the face. The pungent smell of her pissed fill my nose and was very arousing but then she took aim and hosed down my cock. I started jerking off as her yellow stream cleaned off the pudding from my dick. Piss splattered in all directions and I jerked off in her urine flow. Her pee stream tapered off and I let go of my dick and Becky fell on top of me, shoving her long tongue down my throat and we rolled and wallowed in the pig pen. I looked up to see our silent film maker playing with her pussy and still rolling camera. I said,



"Put that camera on the tri pod and make sure the whole pool is in the shot. Now grab the strap on over by that chair and put it on." Lisa sat on the chair to steady her self while she drunkenly put her legs through the strap on loops. Once both her legs were in she stood up and tightened the straps. She walked over and we helped her into the pool. We all took handfuls of pudding and rubbed her down with it. I slurred,

"Okay, we're gonna do a train fuck. Pull those pig tails from your asses. Okay good, now I'm gonna fuck Lisa in her ass and Lisa's going to fuck your ass so we're like a choo choo train. Now take some more pudding and rub it all over your cock Lisa. Let's all get into the doggy postion and start butt fucking each other."

So Lisa and I lathered up our cocks with gobs of pudding and she stuffed her cock into Becky's ass hole. When she was all the way in I took aim and eased myself into Lisa's ass hole. Despite being drunk I was able to get my cock hard again enough to fuck Lisa's round fat ass. We began pumping away and I didn't have to move my cock very much because Lisa's out stroke was my instroke. All I had to do was just be still and let her do all the work so that's exactly what I did. As she fucked Becky's ass she also fucked herslef on my cock. Both girls moaned with plaesure and Lisa's pudding lubed ass hole sucked away at my cock. But I had an idea so I said,

"Okay Lisa, sink your cock all the way in and hold it there. I'm gonna start fucking and send my thrust shock through you and into Becky."



I started thrusting inward real hard and sent my impact through Lisa into Becky's fully stuffed ass hole. Both girls screamed as I beat them senseless with my inward thrusts. Lisa yelled violently,

"Come on you dirty rotten bastard... Ram it home... Pound it in there big guy... Fuck our shit up mother fucker... Don't hold back, just do it god damn it."

"Yeah fuck us," Becky echoed abusively. "Fuck the shit out of our asses you god damn piece of shit... Come on you fuck... Pound your cock in there... Harder... That's right harder you sick fuck."

Both of them traded words till all I heard was a symphony of pig noises and two girls viciously hurling insults and profanity at me, each one trying to out scream and top the other's foul mouth. Then Lisa broke free and resumed furiously banging away and Becky's back side. Urged on by their vulgarity, I sprinted into high speed and started ramming as fast and furious as Lisa. I got verbally involved and started spewing mean angry curse words right back at my two attackers. At the top of our lungs the three of us tore each other apart with verbal violence and bone crushing fuck thrusts. A lesser more petit girl would have suffered serious damage but the brick house rubust body types of my sisters took the punishment like professional prize fighters.

With no verbal warning, Lisa shot her cum and just like when Becky came with the strap on, the stream sprayed in all directions. Lisa's voice gave out as she came and so did her fucking. Her orgasm froze her into it's conrol and I pulled out to let her experience it with out any interference from me. Becky also pulled herself off and allowed Lisa her pivacy and space. After a few moments Lisa colapsed in a heap of exhostion. I looked at Becky and we both pet and gently stroked Lisa tenderly as she laid in the puddle of pudding. Then she slowly got up and said,

"God damn guys, what the fuck. That was intense."

"Are you okay baby?" Becky asked very concerned.

"Yes I'm fine. I just need to sit down. I feel kinda weak. I'll be okay if I can just sit for a while, but you two keep going if you want." We helped Lisa to a chair and let her relax for a while and grabbed a towel so she could clean off most of the pudding. I felt like I had really hurt her but she seemed okay once she was sitting down. Becky still hadn't gotten off yet although I don't know how she didn't with that last round of balls out fucking. I was pretty sure a had some more in my tank but I sort of felt a little uncomfortable to finish off Becky and myself with Lisa being so out of it. I asked one last time if Lisa was okay, more to make myself feel better than anything else and she said,

"I swear I'm great. I wanna see you guys tear it up. Hand me the camera and I'll film it." So I gave Lisa the Video camera and I turned off the pig sound track and said, 

"I think I've had enough of that."

"Me too," Becky said. "Truthfully I was very close to my orgasm so I'm sure it won't take much to get me off." 

"Are you done with this whole pudding thing?" I asked.

"Yes. That wooden table looks nice and sturdy. How bout we put a towel down so I don't get any splinters and you can take my pussy?"

"Great, let me put this towel on it. There that should do it." I had a semi hard on so I asked her for a little help. She squatted down and took me into her mouth and sucked my cock with both hand and lip pressure. Then she looked up at me and started jerking me off with her hand and I quickly grew to full strength in no time. She stood up and I grabbed her hips and helped her ass on top of the table.

She had taken off her pig snout and ears but still had globs of half dried pudding on her face and body. I grabbed my recharged cock and slid it inside Becky's unsatisfied cunt hole. I started pumping into her and sighs of pleasure escaped from her breath. She wrapped her legs around me and used them to pull me in on every thrust. Her hands and fingers dug into my shoulders and I knew that to be my que to start fucking harder. I drove my cock hard and deep and each pelvic connection brushed against her clit. The table, althought sturdy, started sliding as I banged inward and I slid us across the concrete patio until we were stopped by the wall of the cabin. Now I could really fuck away at Becky's cunt and put this girls unfofilled orgasm to bed. I grabbed her hips and started really hammering away. I combined speed and force and drilled she shit out of her cunt. Becky was screaming bloody murder and shouted,



"Oh my god that's it I'm going to cum... I'm so close baby... Fuck me... Keep fucking me like that... Don't stop Tony... Slam my cunt... Don't pull out when I cum... Just keep fucking me till you cum too... Oh god here I go baby... And... SHiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiT!.. I'm fucking cumming... Oh god I'm cumming on your cock little brother... Keep banging me... Bang throught it... Bang past my orgasm and have one of your own... Shoot it right into me... Let me know if you need my ass to make you cum baby... Put it in my ass if you need to... You want me to squeeze you off with my ass?.. Huh?"

"Okay, I'm gonna pull out and put it in your ass."

"Yes baby... Pull it out and stuff it into my ass... Wait, let me turn around real quick... You can fuck my ass from behind... Okay now put it in... Oh god... Oh shit... That a boy... You're in... Now crank it in there baby... Fuck my ass hole... You need me to squeeze it?.. I can squeeze it... There I'm holding it closed for you... Making it as tight as I can for you... Go ahead little brother, fuck my tight ass... Use my ass to make you cum... Use it... Fuck it... Pound it... Clog my dirt pipe with your cum... Go ahead... Stuff me up... Blow your dick snot into my ass hole... Give me your snot rocket... Cum for me baby... Right in my shitter... I know you can do it... Now, go as fast as you can... I'm squeezing with all my might... Fuck the shit out of me god damn it... You dirty rotten piece of shit mother fucker... Fuck my ass... Come on mother fucker... Fuck it... Fuck the shit out of it... I'm not fucking around mother fucker... Give me your hot incest load god damn it... I want you to cum in my ass and you better do it... Now god damn you... Cum... Cum... Cum right now!" "Oh AHH AHHHHH RRRaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHH... I'm Cumming... Ah fucking shit... I'm cumming so fucking hard... God damn that's good... Oh my fucking god, that's it."




Cabin Fever





I creamed Becky's pulverized ass hole and quivered with orgasmic pleasure till I was completely empty. She unclinched her ass cheeks as I drainded my balls into her huge round fleshy ass. As I pulled myself from her butt hole a flood of creamy white cum oozed out of her anus and ran down her leg. Lisa still sat in the chair and filmed every messy glob of cum draining from her shitter. I couldn't wait to replay all the raunchy dirty sexual porn we had made and edit it to perfection. 

We had some major cleaning up to do so we all grabbed the pudding pool and carried it to the side of the house and hosed it down. Then we hit the out door shower and had fun cleaning each other in all our nooks and cranies. Fatigue washed over our middle aged bodies from waking up early and the errobic fuck fest so we took an afternoon ciesta nap in my bed to sleep off some of the heavy drinking we had done. I woke up a few hours later and my sisters were still passed out. I could see that the sun was going to set soon so I carefully got out of bed to not wake them. The double doors of the room led to a balcony that looked out over the lake. I tossed on some shorts and went out onto the balcony and waited for the sky to slowly catch fire from the sinking sun. The room was stratigically built to witness the setting sun and the clouds that evening were going to add a stunning contrast to catch the light. Soon, pale blue was replaced by yelows, oranges, reds, and violets.

I was so cought up in the moment that I didn't hear both girls silently walk up behind me and each nestled their way under both my arms. The three of us witnessed one of the most beautiful sunsets we had ever seen. We stood there arm in arm till the first of the brightest stars made their appeirence and I was over whelmed with emotion. 



The thickness in my voice betrayed that emotion as I said,

"I love you."

Both girls turned their heads to me and looked at me fondly. Lisa soon had tears welling up in her eyes so we each embraced in a hug as three became one and wordlessly gave each other the keys to our hearts.



Cabin Fever



Her naked voluptuous form lay peacefully, and contentedly slumbering as Jake lay propped up on his left arm facing her. He softly ran his finger tips up over the curve of her hip, and up over, past her gently swelling breasts.

Chezeira stirred slightly, as his agile fingers glided over her milky white and butter smooth skin. She rolled her head upward, and opened her eyes to lock his gaze. Jake smiled warmly at the beauty before him, her huge eyes a rich chocolate brown with a kind gentle stare that disguised a wicked and sharp sense of humour. How he adored looking into those dark pools, the hint of suggestion, and the promise of pleasures that they portrayed made his heart pound in his broad chest and his loins ache for her attention.

She returned his smile, her small mouth lighting up her pretty face as she did so. "Hello my love," she said. One of her small perfectly manicured hands reaching up to stroke his handsome face. "You haven't been watching me sleep again have you?" she asked whilst trying, and failing to act coy. She knew Jake loved to watch her sleep, and although she felt a little uncomfortable about it at the beginning of their relationship she rather liked the thought of him watching over and protecting her now.

He leant forward and kissed her softly on the lips before saying, "of course not my darling. I had literally just woken up myself." With that he gave a knowing smile before rolling off the bed, and disappearing into the bathroom. Chezeira flopped onto her back, and enjoyed the cool summer breeze that drifted in through the cabins slightly open wooden shutters.

It was late spring, and the whether was already warm enough to comfortably be able to wear not much more than a t-shirt and long slacks in the daytime. It was already 10:30am. She cursed quietly as she remembered that they were due to meet up with Fran and Marco at 12:30pm. They had met the couple on the first week of their holiday, and this was to be the second time they would meet up. Chezeira liked them, but couldn't help feeling annoyed that she, and Jake were going to have to leave the intimacy of the cabin in an hours time to travel into town.

Fran was a petite redhead with a lovely figure, and just as wicked a sense of humour as her own. Marco was the stereo typical Italian stallion. Reasonably tall, thick dark hair, dark eyes and good skin. The only thing that ruined it for Chezeira was the London accent that he spoke with. She smiled as she thought about how Jake compared. Tall, slim, dark hair, hazel eyes, a handsome although irregular face and of course his smooth South African accent. 

Just as she had that thought, Jake emerged from the bathroom. His lean naked body glistening with moisture. She watched as he approached the bed, and decided that it wouldn't matter if they were a few minutes late for their lunch date.

She pushed herself up onto her knees, and turned so she faced him. Putting her hands on her hips and shimmying her ample bosom she said softly, "we don't need to leave for another hour. Lets see if we can get you all dirty again."

Jake stopped a few paces from the bed and said in his characteristically jovial voice, "now, how could any red blooded man resist such an invitation." A moment later he launched himself at the squealing Chezeira.

Rolling around together, he tickled and nuzzled at her neck and breasts as she playfully wrestled with him. All the time she could feel his arousal pressing against her warm flesh. His touch sent tingles of energy across her skin. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and drew him in closer. All the time enjoying the caress of his lips.

As he pressed down on her, his arousal nudged at her until her desire charged sex yielded to its persistence. She gripped with her legs and arms as his taught firm body took control of her. She rose to his thrusts, clawed at his back as his rhythm increased.

Her soft curves rippled as his intensity increased, and her chocolate brown nipples crinkled and stiffened as her heaving breasts undulated. Kissing passionately now their two bodies were in complete harmony, their pheromones strong and urgent. She felt full, warm, and on the edge of bliss as the dull ache deep in her gut throbbed, and grew.

His breathing was hard and deep as he drew ever nearer to his imminent discharge. He pulsated and twitched within her. They looked into each others eyes, and saw the urgency of lust, and kept their gaze locked as the waves of unbounded orgasm washed over them. Their bodies tensed and convulsed, writhed and bucked as in the final moment they sought each others mouths, and plunged deep into their own blissful uncomplicated and pure world.

As the two of them rolled apart they shared a brief almost conspiratorial giggle, and lay panting, sweating, and beaming. Their hot bodies flushed with the exhilaration, and intensity of their love making.

Chezeira lay her head on Jake's stomach, and looking up towards his face she said, "I love you my darling." 

Jake lifted his head to look down at her, and as he softly stroked her hair off her face he replied, "I love you my beautiful."



Cabin-Fever



It was the first week of summer and I was already bored out of my mind. We lived in a relatively small town in Maine with little to do and few girls to gawk at. Dad was a lawyer with an office in town and mom was a housewife, and my 2 month old sister seemed to keep her occupied most of the time.

Having few girls around and a mother as beautiful as mine I naturally became attracted to my 39 year old mom. I was a big Indiana Jones fan and always felt my mother was a striking image of Kate Capshaw from "Temple of Doom." Mom was a little chunky from her recent pregnancy, but overall she had a striking body. Mom had always had large boobs, but I couldn't believe how enormous they had gotten from her being pregnant. Her boobs were the source of my constant facination, whenever I was around her.

Which brings me to the present. My father was at work, like he most always was and Mom was in her room breastfeeding my sister. I loved breastfeeding time because it was the one time I got to sneak peeks at mom's breasts while they were partially unclothed. Her bedroom door was open and I snuck up carefully and peeked in a crack through the door. Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the door. She was in her short silk robe and had it open, nursing Amanda, my baby sister. Mom looked amazing, sitting there in her bare feet, with her long milky-white legs crossed. But what I was there to see were her large white boobs hanging from her chest. She only had one entirely exposed and I could only see part of it 'cause my sister's head was in the way. What I could see however was the deep canyon between my mother's breasts. For a good two minutes I stood and stared. What I would give to be my baby sister right now, I thought. Mom's voice caught me off-guard.

"Jake, come in here, I need to ask you something." Mom said.

Oh my God! Had she known I was there the whole time? I moved into her room and stood in her doorway.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"So what are your plans this summer?" She asked as she continued to feed.

"I don't know, don't have many I guess." I answered.

"Any local girls you're interested in?" She inquired.

"Naw, they're all too young for me." I said.

"Too young, or just too intimidating?" She said with a smile. "You just turned 18, your an adult now. I think it time you started exploring female companionship, don't you?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess." I said bashfully. The truth is, I wanted a girl worse that my mother wanted one for me, I just didn't know how to make a move on any of them.

"Have you ever even been alone with a girl?" Mom asked.

"No." I said.

"That's what I thought. I'm gonna talk to your father tonight. I think you and I should take a trip up to the cabin for a week or so." She said.

"With Dad?" I asked.

"No, just you an I. It'll be good practice for you to spend some time alone with a member of the opposite sex, even if it is your mother." She said.

"What about Amanda?" I asked.

"I'll leave her with your Aunt Carol. I've been focusing too much on her lately and in doing so I think this mom's neglected the needs of her other baby." She said with a wink.

The following day mom and I packed the Jeep. Dad saw us off, giving mom a hug and peck on the lips.

"Have a safe trip you two." He said.

"Thanks, babe. Remember, we'll be out of range for my cell phone, so I won't be able to call. We'll see you in about a week, love." Mom said.

Mom made me drive and soon we hit the open road. It was hard to concentrate on the road with mom dressed the way she was. She was wearing a pair of skimpy spandex shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt. Through the corner of my eye I could see the swell of her breasts sway and bounce with every bump in the road. The family cabin was about 100 miles away, deep in the North Woods of Maine. Halfway into the trip, mom took off her hiking boots and socks and put her feet up on the dash. Her shorts were so tight, she looked like she was all legs, and what amazingly long and lucious legs they were!

"God, I can't stand shoes. I have to be barefoot or I'll go crazy." She said.

We made small talk all the way up and we soon turned off the main highway and followed a windy backroad through the woods for about 30 miles. Finally, in the early afternoon, we reached our secluded cabin. Dad owned 1000 acres of land, which our camp sat in the middle of. He had told us once that our nearest nieghbor was 50 miles away. It suddenly hit me that my mother and I were about to share a one room cabin in the middle of nowwhere for one full week. Basically, just a mother, her teenaged son and a bed with a roof over it. 

We got the jeep unloaded just as a heavy rain began to fall. The cabin consisted of a great room with a sleeper-sofa, a bathroom and a small kitchen. Mom unpacked our things and headed for the bathroom.

"Why don't you start a fire, sweetie. I'm gonna take a hot shower." She said.

By the time I had a roaring fire going, mom was done with her shower. She came out of the bathroom with nothing but her short silk robe on. Her hair was slicked back, still a little wet. As she walked towards the couch, I could see her milk-filled boobs swaying undernieth her robe. They seemed even bigger and saggier than they usually were and had more bounce and sway to them. Was she not wearing a bra?

"Oh, that heat feels wonderful." She said.

Mom sat on the couch in front of the fire and curled her legs up undernieth her. She patted the cushion next to her.

"Come sit with me." She said.

I sat down on the couch, a few feet from mom and she reached out and grabbed my arm.

"You can sit closer to me, fraidy cat, I don't bite." She said teasingly.

I moved over next to her. She stared at me as I watched the fire.

"Put your arm around mom, keep her warm." She commanded.

I did so and mom sunk into me, the pillowy softness of her enormous tits melted into my side. She used her hand to turn my head, forcing me to look her in the eyes.

"So, how does it feel?" She asked.

"What?" I asked.

"To finally be all alone with a female?" She said.

"I don't know...strange I guess." I answered.

"Tell me how you're feeling. This is a good time for you to open up to me." She said.

I felt overwhelmed by our closeness and her questions and started to move away, but mom grabbed my arm, holding me there.

"Maybe we could go fishing." I said.

"Jake, no! I didn't bring you up here to fish. In fact, we're not stepping foot out that door the entire week." She said.

"We're not?" I asked.

"No, sweetie, we're not. We have a lot of things we need to get out in the open. Then we need to spend time sorting those feelings and dealing with them." She said.

Mom cooked us dinner and the sun set as the rain kept pouring outside. Mom cleaned up and came back into the livingroom.

"Ready for bed, love?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess." I said. 

Mom removed the cushions from the sofa-sleeper.

"I'll sleep on the cushions." I said.

"Wrong answer, fraidy cat. You're sleeping in the bed with mom." She said.

"Yeah, but the bed's not very big." I said.

"Well then I guess we'll have to snuggle, won't we?" She said.

After we got the bed pulled out and the blankets layed over the matress, mom started for the bathroom.

"I'm gonna put my nightie on. Why don't you get the bed warmed up for us." She said.

She turned the lights off so that the room was lit just by firelight. In a few moments I heard mom come out of the bathroom and move to the window.

"I don't think that rain's gonna ever let up." She said.

I looked over and I couldn't believe my eyes. Mom stood at the window with her back to me in a flimsy little nightie that was completely transparent. It was nothing but a viel of silk, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her heart-shaped ass was plump and ripe and with her legs slightly spread, I could even see her sex lips splayed wide open. She stood on her tiptoes flexing the muscles in her ass and long naked legs. My cock became instant steel.

She turned and came towards the bed and my mouth fell open. She may as well have been naked. Under her almost non-existant covering, her big saggy boobs swung from side to side on her chest as she moved towards me. A fair amount of dark pubic hair covered her snatch. Mom pulled back the covers and gave me a motherly smile.

"Ready to warm mom up, tiger?" She said.

To be continued...



Cabin Fever



The drive up from the city had been uneventful, but the dirt road leading back to the secluded cabin was a welcome sight nonetheless. The thick mix of pines and hardwoods made even a glimpse of the cozy log house impossible at this time of year. Although it was early fall, the foliage was still abundant, the days warm, but the nights cool and delicious.

As we rounded the last bend in the long drive, a wisp of smoke from the stone chimney, and the car parked outside the cottage, told us that our friends Carrie and Jonathon had already arrived. Jan had known Carrie since their days together in college, but Jonathon was relatively new to us. The two of them had been dating only a couple of months, and we had seen little of them during that time period.

As I went to step out of the car, Jan placed her hand on my arm and said, "Ben, I just want you to know that things have been a bit tough between Carrie and Jonathon the last couple of weeks, so things may be a little tense. They made need a little space, or Carrie and I may have to go for a long walk or two. Hopefully, things will be OK and we can all just relax, unwind, and enjoy this beautiful weekend!"

We grabbed the suitcase and walked in the door just as Carrie was about to plop down in front of the fireplace with a glass of wine. She sat it down, bounced across the floor, kissed me on the cheek, and threw her arms around Jan. "Where's Jon?" I asked. There was an awkward moment of silence, followed by Carrie's explanation that he was not coming. "Things have been pretty bad," she confided. "I'm not sure what the problem is, but we have not been getting along at all. I haven't heard from him since Monday afternoon."

There was a tear in Carrie's eye, and the last couple of words were a bit choked. Jan wrapped her arms around her friend and walked her over to the sofa in front of the fireplace, handing her the glass of wine, and dropping down into the cushions next to her. "Pour me a glass, will you, Hon? In fact, bring the bottle. Carrie's glass is already half empty." I grabbed two glasses, poured some wine into each, and carried them out to the great room, handing one to Jan and sitting the other one on the floor next to the rocking chair by the fireplace. I went back for the bottle, put it down by the girls, and slid into the rocker with my glass of wine.

In reality, I was trying to give the two of them some space to talk without my interrupting, but I sensed my presence was still getting in the way. "How about if I go and throw dinner together for us? You two can just sit and talk, but this will cost you. I cook, you clean up!" They nodded agreement, so I headed off for the kitchen. I tossed a salad for each of us, and then went out on the porch to put a couple of steaks on the grill.

Soon, dinner was ready, and the three of us ate voraciously. The girls had finished off the bottle of wine, so I uncorked another one, and the three of us sat and ate and talked, even laughed a bit. By, the end of the meal, Carrie seemed to be in better spirits, although I guessed the wine was contributing to her more relaxed demeanor. Around 9 PM we all decided to get ready for bed and then relax around the fire.

I threw a couple of fresh pieces of wood on the fire, and then headed back into the bedroom to change. "How's Carrie holding out?" I asked.

"She's OK," replied Jan, "but emotional. I think she knows she's better off without Jonathan, but right now it still hurts." Jan had changed into a very short nightgown and matching bikini panties. It was nearly sheer, but since only Carrie was with us, I just decided to enjoy the view. I slid on a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt and headed back to the fireplace. We half sat, half reclined on the rug by the fireplace and nursed the wine, leaning on the over-sized pillows that were there for just that purpose. It was dark outside, and the flames from the fire and a few candles were all that lit the comfortable room.

Carrie joined us a few minutes later, and, when she did, I got an eyeful I wasn't expecting. Her nightgown was even sheerer than Jan's! Because it was longer, she had not bothered with panties, and I could readily see her cunt, even in the dim light. Her breasts were incredible. I had never seen Carrie other than fully dressed, and apparently her clothing concealed an incredible body! I glanced over at Jan to see if she was upset, but she seemed almost not to notice, so I kept my mouth shut and let my eyes soak up the scenery.

It was obvious that both girls were more than a little drunk. Giggles were frequent, hugs were many, and I was having the time of my life. Jan and I were straight shooters, and our relationship was monogamous, so this was really different for us. Here I was, "stuck" with two extremely attractive, very much exposed women who seemed oblivious to the fact that they were presenting my eyes with a real feast. I was feeling the sharp stirring of my cock, and I moved over closer to Jan where I could put my arm around her, let my hand occasionally brush against her thigh or her ass, kiss her neck, and otherwise try to get her stirred up. I noticed Jan's nipples had become erect, and she was having more difficulty pretending that I was not getting to her. But the fire was burning down, it was getting late, and my cock was getting harder. Too much longer and Carrie would be getting an eyeful of her own! I was grateful for the low light conditions.

We got up to say goodnight. We both gave Carrie a kiss (did I feel her tongue for just an instant or was my imagination running away with me?) and headed for our bedroom. Apparently, Carrie had noticed more than I had realized because as we opened the door to our room, she called out, "Are you two just going to leave me out here alone to masturbate?" Her look was more than a bit wanton, but, as I said before, Jan and I were straight shooters, and I just attributed Carrie's remark to the wine and some longing left over for Jonathon.

We went into our bedroom and closed the door. I was really aroused, but I had to head back to the bathroom for a minute. I took off my sleep pants and shirt, washed my cock, and then headed back to the bedroom. To my delight, Jan was waiting for me. She had put one of the large floor pillows next to the bed, slipped on a pair of spiked heels, opened up her nightgown, pulling it back to expose her breasts, and was kneeling on the pillow. Apparently I had gotten to her, and her nipples were as hard as rocks, sticking well out from her areoles. Her fingers were dangling just an inch from her cunt, and she looked at me invitingly. "I want that cock of yours, right now. Get over here." She didn't have to ask twice. The sight of her kneeling on that pillow had given me all the extra stimulation I needed, leaving my cock hard and long.

I walked over in front of her, and she took in nearly the whole thing in one gulp. She kept me deep in her mouth for a minute, but then began to lick up and down my cock, like it was an ice cream cone. She licked my balls, and time after time took my cock all the way into her throat. It was the most incredible blow job I had ever had in my life.

I knew if we kept up at that pace I wouldn't last too much longer, so I pulled out of her mouth, and said, "You're a bad girl. You're trying to make me cum way too soon. I'm afraid I'm going to have to spank you!" Her eyes lit up. She quickly pulled off the nightgown, slid out of her panties, and bent over at the foot of the bed, offering her lovely ass to me to do with as I wished. She still had the heels on, and the view of the heels leading up to her legs and eventually to her ass was fantastic. I came around next to her and gently ran my hand over both cheeks. She was squirming, and begging me to spank her. I raised my hand and smacked her sharply on the right cheek. She yelped and flinched, but she wanted more. For the next two minutes I alternated between cheeks, occasionally rubbing them between smacks. Her ass was beginning to get red and tender, so I gave her one more, good hard smack on each cheek, turned her around, and pushed her down on her back on the bed.

Jan spread her legs and lifted her feet high for me, giving me a great view of her cunt. We keep her hair trimmed very short, and her bikini area totally free of hair, so I could hardly wait to get her cunt in my mouth. I got in close, and I could almost taste it already. I kissed and licked her thighs, and occasionally her cunt lips, but she begged me to eat her. Finally, she could no longer stand it. She reached out, grabbed my head, and pulled my face right into her cunt. I did not need much encouragement. I licked her all over until she was soaking wet, and then I began my assault on her clit. My tongue raced back and forth over her, and she started to writhe under its touch. Spanking always seems to make Jan cum faster, and this night was no exception. The first spasm lifted her ass right off the bed. Two more orgasms came in quick succession, and then she was ready for me to stuff my cock into her cunt.

I lay on my back on the bed, and Jan came over top of me, straddling my cock, but facing away from me toward the bedroom door. She stayed up high, squatted over me, grabbed my cock, and then impaled herself on it. She let out a groan as she took it all the way in, and started pumping up and down on my extremely stiff rod. Her hands were behind her to give her some balance, her knees bent up in front of her as she flew up and down my shaft.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and I could see Carrie's silhouette in the doorway. We had assumed she had gone to sleep, especially given the amount of wine she had drunk. I don't know if we were simply making more noise than we realized, or if she had just been unable to sleep, but there she was. There wasn't much light, but I was absolutely certain she was naked. She closed the door behind her and moved toward the bed. For just a second I had the urge to stop and pull a sheet over us, but Jan hardly seemed to notice Carrie's presence, and she continued moving her cunt up and down on my cock. She had to be able to see Carrie, but it was not even slowing her down! Carrie came up on the bed with us and pushed Jan over backward, the result being Jan was now lying on her back on my chest. Jan's legs flew up in the air, and I could see the heels suspended in mid-air above us. I am not sure how I managed to keep my cock in her, but I continued to pump in and out of her. There was a slight pause, and, in the dark, it looked to me as though Carrie was uncertain what she wanted to do. But, her head quickly dropped between Jan's legs, and her tongue sought out Jan's clit, hungrily. She alternated between licking Jan's cunt, and licking my balls, sometimes managing to do both with one long lick.

I still was not sure what to expect. Like most men, I had often fantasized about being with two hot women at the same time, but it had never happened before. Given the position we were in at the moment, Carrie was pretty much in charge anyway, so I decided to just "go with the flow," and see what direction Carrie would take us.

I was soon to find out, and that is a good thing because I knew I would not be able to hold on much longer. I felt Jan beginning to squirm, meaning she was on the verge of an orgasm. She came hard and fast, and a second orgasm followed in just a few seconds. She was totally spent. Apparently sensing that, Carrie grabbed my cock and literally yanked it out of Jan's cunt. I was dripping with Jan's cum, but that just seemed to turn Carrie on all the more. She bent over my cock and pulled it deep into her mouth and what felt like halfway down her throat. I still had Jan lying on my chest, and I was pulling on her erect nipples while Carrie jammed my cock down her throat. It was beyond my wildest dreams. I never felt anything like that before, and I knew I was about to explode. I tried to warn Carrie, but she simply picked up her pace, and I exploded with what felt like a gallon of cum right into her mouth. She pulled back from my cock, and got up on her knees, her hand diving between her own legs, and she quickly exploded with her own orgasm. She had made all three of us cum! It was phenomenal.

The three of us fell into each others' arms, and were soon soundly asleep.

Saturday

I was the first one awake the next morning. I slid out from between the two girls, and it hit me for the first time that the entire experience had been real. With the wine, the low light, and sex that was way outside of our usual parameters, the whole experience seemed almost surrealistic, more of a dream than reality. But with the sun streaming in the window, and the sight of the two lovely, naked women in the bed, I knew that it had been real.

I shaved, jumped in the shower, pulled on a light weight robe, and headed out to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I noticed on my way through the bedroom that the two girls had snuggled up to each other, but were again sound asleep. The freshly brewing coffee smelled wonderful, and I figured the aroma would soon rouse Jan and Carrie from their sleep.

I poured myself a cup and stepped out onto the porch. It was about 8 AM, and the morning was delightfully cool, although comfortable enough so stay out there and enjoy the view of the nearby beaver pond. I heard the door open behind me, and soon Carrie was at my side with her own cup of coffee in hand. She had obviously just stepped out of the shower as her hair was still wet and hanging down onto her shoulders. But what I noticed most was that she was still naked. Although there was no chance of anyone seeing us from the road, it still startled me to see her standing there that way, breasts full and firm, legs slightly parted, cunt fully in view. My cock twitched hard enough that I actually saw my robe move.

"Good morning!" I said. She just smiled, moved a bit closer, reached over and took my hand in hers, pulling it over so it rested lightly against her right thigh. "Thanks for last night," she whispered. "You and Jan have always been so close to me, and I really love you both. It was great!' I smiled and squeezed her hand. I was trying to search for something to special to say, but the door opening again spared me the need to do so. Jan had not even bothered to dry after her shower, and was just standing there naked with a towel over her shoulders. They both looked fantastic, and it was becoming clear to me that last night was, hopefully, just the first night of what was to be an incredible weekend.

"Dry my back, would you?" She flipped the towel to Carrie who lovingly dried not only her back, but the rest of her as well.

My cock was starting to stick out of my robe, and my mind began to race as to the possibilities of where things might go from here. Jan spoke first. "Are you going to keep the two of us waiting all morning?" Jan grabbed my hand, and Carrie grabbed my cock, and they led me back to the bedroom where they promptly relieved me of my robe. There were already two pillows on the floor, and each of them quickly knelt on one. They turned to each other and kissed, shoving their tongues down each other throats before turning to me with wanton looks in their eyes. "Come here, Ben," cooed Jan. She gently kissed the end of my cock, and then ran her tongue up and down it several times, finally sucking me deep into her mouth. She took my cock out of her mouth and matter-of-factly handed it to Carrie who eagerly tried to outdo what Jan had already done. They alternated sucking me off, and then pushed me back on the edge of the bed. Jan took my balls in her mouth and sucked them while Carrie lovingly licked and sucked my cock. They would stop occasionally to change responsibilities, kissing each other in between. I wanted to touch them and start giving them the pleasure that they were giving me, but they were having none of that this morning. "This one's just for you."

They started to lick up opposite sides of my cock at the same time, their tongues meeting and touching briefly at the end of each lick. I was starting to ache, and I knew it would not be long until this was over for me. The two of them looked at each other and seemed to sense that the end was near. As if by some prearranged agreement, Carrie's mouth went for my balls while Jan wrapped her mouth around my now throbbing cock. The cum exploded out of my cock and ran down Jan's chin. She smiled, swallowed, and ran off to the bathroom to wash her face. Carrie licked up the rest of the cum that seeped out of my cock and made sure that there was not a drop left before she ran off to the bathroom as well.

We all freshened up and got dressed. I cooked a huge breakfast for all of us, and the girls cleaned up the dishes afterward. We drove to a nearby town for the afternoon, shopping in the quaint stores, walking along brick sidewalks, and just enjoying the day. Although I knew nobody there could possibly have known that had been going on out at the cottage, I was intensely aware that I had made love to both of these beautiful women, and I was now out and about while other men, I imagined, were envying me. Just thoughts of what had already happened made my cock twitch every now and again, and I found myself forced to think about something else before everybody walking down the sidewalk noticed that I was aroused.

We got back to the cabin in the late afternoon. I grabbed a beer, went out on the porch, put my feet up, and just let the warm afternoon soak into me. Jan and Carrie came out and told me they were going for a walk and would be back before dinner. I went into that state of being half asleep and half awake, but all I could "dream" about was these two incredible women. I ended up with a hard-on that brought me fully awake, just in time to see the two girls walking up the road, talking softly to each other, smiling, and holding hands.

I still had the hard on when they came up onto the porch. "Naughty boy," said Carrie, "but that will have to wait."

"Go get a cold shower," quipped Jan. "The women are cooking tonight, but, as you said last night, you get to do the dishes!"

I jumped in the shower, and by the time I got out I could smell the shrimp and pasta. The wine glasses were full, as were the plates, and we wasted no time delving into a delicious meal. We killed one bottle of wine and were most of the way through the second one when Carrie excused herself, indicating she wanted to go rest for a bit before the evening "warmed up." Jan and I found ourselves alone for the first time since we had arrived and the incredible sex had started.

"I had no idea we would ever....that we could......that you would even think about being with a woman.....that...." Jan put her finger to my lips, and said, "Shhhh. Just go with it and enjoy it. This will probably never happen again, but it will be something the three of us will remember forever! Let me go get changed. Carrie will probably be out in a few minutes. Have some more wine, my love." She kissed me and headed off to our room.

I washed up the dishes, lit the fire, and turned off all the lights except for an old hurricane lamp that sat on the kitchen table. The ice bucket was nearby with a fresh bottle of wine, and three glasses sat ready for us. We had not had nearly so much to drink this evening as the previous night. I suspected that none of us would need it for an excuse tonight, but we would still enjoy the wine, I was sure.

Our bedroom door opened first, and Jan came to join me by the fire. Although I had seen Jan naked or in lingerie countless times, she still sometimes took my breath away, and this was one of those occasions. She was wearing thigh-high red stockings, and red, spiked high heels that were at least four inches high, accentuating the shape of her legs. A sheer red bra stood in sharp contrast to her dark brown, nearly black hair, and a matching pair of split crotch panties rounded out her ensemble. I could feel my cock pressing against my khakis, and all she had done was enter the room! She came over to me, kissed me lovingly, putting her tongue down my throat. She reached down and let her hand brush against my cock through my pants. She smiled. "Not yet."




Cabin Fever



I heard the door to Carrie's room open, and even though I had already seen her naked, I was blown away by her as she strode confidently into the room. Black was the color for Carrie, and it looked like a million dollars with her long blond hair. She had on a cupless bra that held her breasts high and forward, almost like they were being offered to me on a platter. A black garter belt encircled her waist, and was attached to incredible, black stockings. Her heels had to be six inches high, so she looked extremely tall. She was not wearing panties, and had shaved her cunt. She was wearing a black studded collar around her neck.

My cock was already swelling, and I started to just hope that I wouldn't end up cumming in my own pants before we ever got started. Carrie grinned and made some vague threat that involved ice. The girls drank their glasses of wine, which I promptly refilled. I decided to just sip as I didn't want the wine to dull my senses. As Jan before her, Carrie came over, kissed me long and deep, and promised an evening I would never forget. "We had all afternoon to talk and plan for this evening," confessed Jan, "and our plan is to make this memorable for all three of us." The two girls now kissed each other as they had already kissed me.

We sat and talked a bit. The girls drank their wine and my eyes drank them. I wanted to get started, but they said they had the evening planned, and given how things had gone so far, I was willing to let them lead the way! We played some dance music, and we took turns dancing with each other. When I was dancing they would grind their cunts against my cock and then warn me against getting hard too soon. When they danced with each other, they would nearly crush their breasts together. Carrie's nipples were standing straight out, hard to miss given she was wearing the cupless bra, and I noticed that Jan's fingers frequently found their way up to those nipples, gently rolling them between her thumb and fingers. I could hardly stand it, and I soon stopped even trying to stave off the hard-on.

Jan and Carrie were dancing again, and taking obvious delight in my state of affairs. They looked at each other, seeming to come to some kind of an agreement, and then called me over to them. "It's time. I hope you are prepared to take very good care of two very horny women!" Carrie opened the door to her room, and in the three of us went.

A quick look around confirmed what I was already beginning to suspect, that being that Carrie was not at all tired. She just needed time to get ready for a night of sexy fun. "Get out of those clothes," Jan ordered. I was quick to comply, if for no other reason than to free my cock from the bondage of the pants. I was now completely naked, cock standing out straight and hard, the ladies in exotic lingerie. "Sit down, Ben. I know this might be tough on you, but Jan and I will probably cum multiple times tonight. We're hoping it will be several for you as well, but we are going to start without you. So sit down, watch, and enjoy."

I jumped up on the bed, and the girls again looked longingly at each other. But then, suddenly, Jan took charge. "Carrie, you will do exactly what I tell you, and you will like it. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Mistress."

Jan reached over into a box sitting on a chair in Carrie's room and took out a leash. She hooked it to Carrie's collar, and then ordered her to get down on all fours. "Remember, you are my personal cunt! Obey me and the only pain you experience tonight will be the pleasurable type. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

Jan led Carrie over to the bed where I was sitting and tugged the leash, coaxing Carrie into a sitting position. "Ben, please stand in front of my cunt. Cunt, suck Ben's cock!"

"Yes, Mistress," Carrie replied. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked it for about two minutes until Jan yanked on the leash and said, "Stop!" She immediately stopped sucking me and went back onto all fours. "That was very good, cunt. If you are good, I may let you suck his cock again tonight, and maybe even my cunt, if you are especially obedient."

"Please, mistress. I'll behave. I want to suck you both."

"Good! Come along." Jan led Carrie to the other side of the room and had her stand up. She removed the leash, but left it nearby on the top of the dresser. Jan went back to the box on the chair and pulled out a set of bondage cuffs, and quickly attached these to Carrie's wrists and ankles. She removed two pictures from the wall, and, to my amazement, there was a large screw-eye in the wall behind each picture. Jan ordered Carrie to lean against the wall just below the eyebolts with her legs slightly spread, her ass facing out into the room.

Jan went back to the box again and returned to Carrie's side, a paddle in her hand. "Cunt, you have been a bad girl, and you must be punished. But, if you take your punishment well, your wish to lick my cunt and suck Ben's cock will be granted. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress. Please paddle me hard. I want to suck you. I want Ben's cock."

Whack!!!!!

The paddle whistled through the air and landed with a loud smack on Carrie's ass, which immediately began to turn red.

Whack!!!!

"Thank you, Mistress."

Whack!!! Whack!!! Whack!!!

Jan's nipples were now pressing hard against the sheer red fabric of the bra, and I had to use every ounce of self control to not run over and pull on them.

Whack!!!! Whack!!! Whack!!!!

"Thank you, mistress. May I suck you now?"

"Not yet, cunt. Turn around and back up to the wall." Carrie complied, and Jan promptly tied the restraints to the screw-eyes in the wall. "Spread your legs, cunt!" Carrie did, and Jan tied the ankle restraints to two more screw-eyes down near the floor that I had not even seen. Carrie was now completely tied to the wall and was at Jan's mercy. Jan once again went to the mysterious box and pulled out a dildo that was at least a foot long. "Do you want this, cunt?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"You may have it. But first, show me what you will do to Ben's cock if I let you." She held the dildo up to Carrie who eagerly seized it with her mouth. She licked up and down its length, and took it as deeply into her mouth as possible. She looked disappointed when Jan took it away.

Jan spoke to me this time. "Ben, is that good enough? Will that make you cum?"

"I'm sure it will," I replied.

"OK, cunt, you have done well.....so far. But I am not yet done with you." Jan reached down and put her hand between Carrie's legs. "That shaved cunt of yours is soaking wet! I did not yet give you permission for that, so you will be punished further. I will then ream out your cunt with the dildo."

This time the box yielded a pair of nipple clamps. Jan went and sucked on Carrie's nipples until they were as hard as possible, and then firmly attached the nipple clamps. Carrie bit into her lip, but thanked Jan for punishing her this way. "Thank you, Mistress. It feels so good." Jan pulled gently on the connecting chain, making Carrie wince, but she begged for more. "Please mistress, punish me some more. Ream out my cunt. I am your cunt."

Jan pulled on the chain a few more times, and Carrie moaned. Jan removed the clamps and adjusted them even tighter. She slapped Carrie's breasts with her open hands, and then sucked her nipples again before reattaching the clamps, once again pulling the chain.

Carrie was begging, "Please, let me eat you, and suck Ben."

Jan grabbed the dildo and thrust it in between Carrie's legs and up into her cunt as far as possible, pumping it and out of her ever more quickly. She suddenly stopped and called me over. "Ben, I need you to finish this cunt off for me. Will you please take over?" I jumped at the chance, and Jan took my place on the bed. I glanced over and saw that Jan was watching us intently, her hand fingering her own cunt, as I reamed out Carrie's with the huge dildo. As I saw her face begin to contort, I sped up the pace of the dildo, reaching up and gently tugging on the chain attached to her nipples. The orgasm overwhelmed her, and her cum ran down the sides of the dildo and down her legs. Carrie collapsed against her restraints, and thanked us for punishing her.

Jan and I switched places again, and she went over and removed the nipple clamps. She lovingly kissed the nipples and used her tongue to caress and comfort them. She released Carrie from the bonds and ordered her to come over to the bed and kneel at its side. Jan tenderly took Carrie's face in her hands, and kissed her. "You have been a wonderful cunt!" Now you get your reward. Jan lay back on the bed. Carrie reached over, opened Jan's split crotch panties, and used her tongue to attack her cunt enthusiastically! It didn't take long. Jan exploded in less than two minutes, soaking Carrie's face. But Carrie kept on going, and Jan came again and again.

Jan lifted Carrie's face from her cunt and said, "Cunt, that was wonderful. Now, I order you to do to Ben's cock what you did to that dildo."

"Yes, Mistress."

I slid off the side of the bed and stood in front of Carrie. I had now had a hard-on for at least a half hour, and it was starting to hurt. She gently kissed the tip of my cock, and then got down to business. Her tongue flew up and down my cock, and her lips encircled it and slipped gently down the sides. Her head bobbed up and down eagerly over my throbbing member, and I would swear I felt the head of my cock slide down her throat. I started to moan. Jan knelt down on the floor behind Carrie and started pulling her nipples and squeezing her breasts. Carrie groaned, and Jan let her fingers slip down between Carrie's legs to play with her clit. "Good cunt. Good cunt!" Carrie pushed my cock as far down her throat as possible, and she started to cum at just about the same time I did. I poured semen down her throat, but she never gagged, and not a drop got away.

"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you Master."

"Cunt, you are freed from you slavery. Go get cleaned up."

Carrie happily trotted off to her bathroom, and Jan headed toward ours. I was not too far behind her. My head was spinning, and I just couldn't believe what we had been doing. I came back to the fireplace and threw in a couple of pieces of wood. I refilled the three wine glasses and sat back to just reflect on the evening.

It was getting close to midnight, and I figured our night was winding down. I was wrong. The girls joined me shortly, wearing robes. We drank wine, hugged and kissed, and agreed that it would certainly be a night we would always remember,

But Jan leaned over and said softly, "I hope you have at least one more shot left in that cock of yours. Carrie and I are not yet completely satisfied, and this is, after all, our last night here in this lovely place."

I grinned and said, "I'll do my best!"

They both kissed me, asked me to wait five minutes and then come back to the bedroom. I watched the clock, so I know it was only five minutes, but the anticipation of what they might have in store made it seem like an hour. I tapped lightly on the door and walked in.

The scene was breathtaking! The lights were very low, and there were at least a dozen candles lighted around the room. There was a light breeze blowing in the window, lifting the curtains away from the sill. The smell of the air made it seem almost like being outdoors. Everything but the bottom sheet had been removed from the bed, and the two women, both now naked, except for the high heels, more beautifully adorned the bed than I thought possible. They were lying on their sides facing me, their heads and feet at opposite ends of the bed. They motioned me to a chair. Carrie let out a huge sigh, and said, "Jan and I are both feeling so randy tonight that we still both want to cum several more times, and we want you to be able to enjoy us as well. So, my dear, you will need to watch for a bit. Then, we have something special for you."

They sat up a bit straighter, took each other in their arms, and lovingly kissed, slipping their tongues in and out of each other's mouths. Carrie bit Jan's lip, gently, and then worked her way down to her nipples, sucking them hard, and biting them. Jan moaned and held Carrie tightly to her. She rolled Carrie over onto her back, looked down at her, and said, "You have been absolutely wonderful and giving as you have licked and sucked us. It is your turn to receive." She kissed Carries lips, bit at her neck and ears, all the time rolling her nipples between her thumb and fingers. Both of the girls had rock hard nipples, and my cock was quickly becoming rock hard as well.

Jan worked her way down Carrie's belly, and began licking her shaved cunt, first slowly and delicately, and then more urgently. Jan's tongue found Carrie's clit, and she soon exploded, splashing Jan's face with her cum. Jan stayed with it, and Carrie came twice more in quick succession.

"Jan, I want your cunt," Carrie begged. Jan rolled over on her back, and Carrie came over on top of her in the classic 69 position. They licked and sucked each other's cunts for what seemed like 20 minutes, each of them exploding into the other's mouth time after time. It was beyond belief!

"Your turn," they called. My cock was full and long, wanting to be relieved. Since I had already cum a couple of times, I was hoping I would not cum too fast, holding on to fulfill whatever fantasy these two had in mind.

"Eat me," begged Carrie. I dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed and more than willingly licked her already wet and swollen cunt until she had cum at least three more times.

"Now me," demanded Jan. I dove right for her cunt, and she soon exploded in my mouth, twice. My cock was even harder than it had been earlier, if that is possible. Jan stood up and turned around, her lovely ass facing me. She reached between her legs, grabbed my cock, and pulled me into her. "Don't cum yet! You still have your surprise, so you need to save it." So I pumped in and out of her while Carrie reached around and played with Jan's nipples and her clit until Jan exploded one more time. I immediately pulled out to await my surprise.

Carrie had hopped all the way up on the bed and was now on her knees, wiggling her ass in my direction with an extremely wanton look on her face. While I was greedily watching her ass, Jan slipped out of bed near the night stand, grabbed something from the drawer, and came around behind Carrie. I was amazed to see it was a jar of petroleum jelly. She dipped her fingers into the jar and came out with a fair sized wad of the jelly. She kissed Carrie on the ass, and then smiled at me and began to apply generous quantities of the ointment to Carrie's anus. A finger, and then two, slid in and out of her hole, lubricating it thoroughly.

Jan lightly stroked Carrie's ass and said to me, "Ben. Carrie's is a virgin ass. She has never been fucked this way before. We decided that you are the guy to take her anal cherry." She kissed Carrie's ass again, and then stepped out of the way. Carrie moved over closer to me, and I positioned myself directly behind her. I gently rubbed her ass cheeks and told her how much I was honored to be the first man to penetrate her this way. I slid a finger, then a thumb, then two fingers into her ass to loosen her up and get her primed to receive her first anal cock. She bucked against my hand, begging me to take her.

I placed the head of my cock at the small opening, and then gently and slowly slid in, just a bit at a time, until I was in her ass up to the hilt of my cock. She gasped, "Ooh! That feels good. Ream me out! Now!" I began to glide in and out, the petroleum jelly making it very easy and comfortable. We soon established a rhythm, and it was fabulous, feeling much like a cunt, only tighter. We worked our way into a near frenzy, and I was finally unable to hold off any longer. It felt like a ton of cum was shooting up her ass, but we kept on moving until my cock started to soften. A moment later I heard Jan cum loud and hard. I had been so caught up in doing Carrie's ass that I had lost track of Jan. She was sitting in the chair I had recently vacated, a vibrator in her hand. She had managed to cum one more time.

We all showered, and then fell into bed together, exhausted, Carrie on my left, and Jan on my right. We slept hard.

Sunday

I woke up Sunday in the late morning, not surprisingly with a raging hard-on. Jan and Carrie had already been up and about, but came back into the bedroom when they heard me stirring. They almost ran across the room and jumped in bed with me, Jan's mouth winning the race to my cock. She soon had me soaking wet and ready for another cunt. She jumped off of me and over to Carrie's cunt, and soon had her as wet as I was. I pulled Carrie over to the edge of the bed, stood her legs straight up, and plunged my cock deep into her cunt. She moaned and bucked under my thrusts, and I had to hold onto her hips to keep her up against me.

Jan hopped up on the bed and straddled Carrie's face, shoving her cunt down into Carrie's mouth. Carrie's tongue sought out and found Jan's clit, and they were both soon writhing and moaning. Jan and Carrie came at the same time, and I was right behind them.

We showered again, washing each other with just our soapy hands. We dried off, got dressed and had coffee and breakfast. We were still all hungry for each other, but I think we also all realized it was over, at least for now. I figured here was no way this weekend could ever be repeated, and although that was in some ways unfortunate, I knew this experience would be indelibly etched in my memory. I feel it was probably the same for Carrie and Jan.

We had to get back to the city. Suitcases were packed and the cottage was put back in order. It was time to go. The girls kissed each other goodbye, and hugged, telling each other this was an unforgettable experience. I grabbed Carrie's suitcase and carried it out to her car. After I closed her trunk, she pushed me back against the side of her car, pushed her hips against me, and one last time wiggled her cunt against my cock, which promptly responded by swelling and getting hard. She giggled, rubbed against me again, and then whispered in my ear, "You two were just wonderful, and I love you both. Call me the next time you get cabin fever." She backed away from me, and then let her fingers lightly brush up against my now rigid cock. "Goodbye, Ben."

As she drove away, I looked over at the porch and saw Jan standing there smiling. I walked over to her, and she glanced down and noticed that my cock was trying to escape from my pants. She grinned, and said, "The last one's for me." She pulled her dress over her head, and she had nothing on under it. She pulled a cushion off the porch chair and knelt down in front of me. Jan unzipped my pants, pulled out my throbbing cock, and sucked me off, right there on the porch. As I was about to cum, she pulled me out of her mouth and began stroking my cock with her hand. Cum shot out all over her breasts and ran down to her belly. She then licked off what was still oozing out of my cock before tucking it back into my pants. She ducked back into the house and washed up while I grabbed our bags and threw them in the car. I opened the car door for her, but before she got in, like Carrie, she pushed me against the car. I pulled up her dress and grabbed hold of her still bare ass while she wriggled her cunt back and forth on my cock.

Suddenly she stepped back. "You are fantastic, and I can't wait to get you home again. I'm getting wet again, just thinking about you."

It was a long drive back to the city.



Cabin Fever



The snow was coming down so fast you could barely see 2 feet in front you. It was cool driving through the snow, looked like something out of a twilight movie. She had everything she needed coffee, cell, tunes; she just needed to get to this little town to check up on a client. Sometimes being a doctor had it disadvantages but she wouldn't give it up for anything.  She almost did for a guy but she was determined that she could have it all, he didn't think so. But now getting close to 40 was becoming a bit challenging to meet someone. Could it happen? Who knows? Only destiny knows!

"Oh Shit!" Susan was not paying attention, daydreaming again! She had managed to regain control of the car after that little skid back there. "Focus, get your head out of the clouds" she was talking to herself now. "As long as no one else answers me I am fine" she said out loud. 

Once again she succumbed to her 'what if' days with her ex.  She could have been married now with a couple of kids, but it just didn't seem to fall into place.  Why did she have to be so brave, she could have worked it out, right? 'Fuck, whatever' was her motto.

Just as she was turning the bend she hit the deer crossing the path. Her first instinct was to slam on the brakes which of course made it worse. She ended up straight into the trees, damn it!  She hit her head slightly on the steering wheel because she knew she had to brace herself for the impact. 

Now she had to assess what was going on. She was bleeding from a slight cut, but not excessively, however a nice goose egg was forming. Fantastic! She touched herself and could move body parts, bonus. Okay let's call for help, Mmmmm what do I say I am between a rock and tree? Could tell them where I was driving to, but she didn't pay attention to the street names. Fuuck!! Well no reception that makes everything even more perfect.  No sign of the deer which meant he survived with no injuries. Hopefully a Good Samaritan will stop by and help.   

Now she needed to get out of her car and get her emergency kit in the trunk. She had a blanket and her first aid kit; always had a couple of bottles of water in her briefcase, she would be fine she thought.   She tried to pry open the car door, was a bit of a struggle but she got out. Got what she needed out of the trunk and looked around for the deer again, no sign, and saw tracks leading into the woods. 

She tried reception on her phone again, no luck. The snow was coming down so heavily her car was covered. She thought she should put on her flashers so maybe by passers could see her.  After giving herself first aid she was starting to get cold and wrapped the blanket around her. She drank some water and was trying to find some aspirin, just in case.  Okay what to do to pass the time?  Well she could reminisce some more to herself! She didn't turn the radio on because she needed them for her flashers. Still no reception on the phone, really you would think that the technology nowadays would be more advanced.  She started to doze off and her head fell slightly forward on the steering wheel.  She was having a great dream about the man she wanted in her life. He was kind, gentle, funny and very loving. His hands were so masculine and he was so well built that it made her mouth water. She could envision him picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom. She was in and out of consciousness that she failed to realize that someone was actually carrying her.  She felt safe and secure, was she dreaming? Then she felt warmth, it felt really good, she must be hallucinating. 

She was still out of it when the Good Samaritan picked her up again from his truck and brought her inside his log cabin. He laid her down on the couch in front of his fireplace and she could feel hands against her cheek and forehead. For some reason she could not speak, she knew for sure she was freezing. 

When she did come to she realized that she was in a bear hug, strong masculine arms around her and the heat coming from this person was amazing. She tried to speak but nothing came out.

'Well hey there. My name is Jake and I rescued you on the side of the road. You have a bump on your head; your body temperature is back to normal now. Can you talk?' He was waiting for an answer.

'Are you my good Samaritan? Where am I?' Susan answered back. 

'You are in my house; I have a cabin on the outskirts of Spring Oil. Can you remember what happened?' Jake was staring at her very intensively.

Susan tried to recount where she was heading to, the time of the accident, back and forth this went on for a few minutes. She must admit he was quite handsome and very strong. She maintained eye contact the whole time, when he looked away for a moment she was checking him out.  His wife must be around here somewhere she thought. She looked around the room; it was very welcoming and well decorated, not bad for a man, he's got taste!

'Where is your wife?' Susan asked kind of whispered it.

'I am not married, what about you?' Jake asked. 

'No, I am not married either.' Susan answered.

'Well, now that we both know we are single, let's get it on!' Jake smirked. "I'm kidding, relax lady.'

'My name is Susan and thanks.' Susan answered back with a soft smile and a laugh. She wished he would throw her down right here in front of this roaring fire and fuck her. The thought was making her cheeks blush. She hadn't had a good fuck in a long time.

'Well, it's going to be a long night and maybe even a few days. There is a wicked storm coming this way.  So if I were you get comfortable.' Jake got up and added more logs to the fire.

'Ummm, where are my clothes?' Susan just realized that she was wrapped in blankets. She could feel her underwear on but other than that, nothing.

'I found you by the car face first in the snow, when I brought you back here you were wet so I had to remove them. ' Jake had replied, trying to keep his breathing laboured so she would not suspect how hot she was making him.

'Well, I need to thank you then. What can I do for you?' Susan lowered her eyes to his crotch and a wicked smile came over her. Even though it seemed like Jake was across the room, he was next to her in a second. 

'Can I fuck you lady?' Jake answered. He didn't wait for a reply; his mouth was all over hers. His tongue parted her lips as she responded quite readily for it. They kissed for awhile into what seemed like endless passion while their bodies melted into each other, both in need of a good fuck.  

Her hand started to travel up and down his chest; she wondered was the muscle below the belt as strong as his chest muscles she could only imagine what his cock looked like, and she was sure to find out!

Slowly Susan slid the blanket of off her shoulder revealing the top of her breast. As the blanket slowly dropped, Jake watched in awe as Susan's cleavage line came into view, breasts perky and nipples erect. It was the excitement of wishing and wanting them sucked like they have never been sucked before. Little by little the blanket fell till it reached only around her trim waist, now they were on display for his approval and wanting. She could see Jake wanting to grab and play with them, but she wanted to savour the moment of teasing, the wetness between her legs and wanted it to last yet have that feeling of bodily excitement that only happens in the pre fuck situation.

The blanket slid completely off while her thighs were still close together to keep the moisture within her pussy inside and not draining down her inner thighs. If she had known this was to happen she would have worn a thong or some other sexy undergarment not these boy shorts that she found cute.    

Jake was getting out of his shirt and her hands were all over his chest. He grabbed her ass and pulled her to him and his mouth found hers again. She moaned as his tongue was in her mouth, and then sucking her lips, trailing kisses down her neck. She was feeling weak at the knees and he picked her up and carried her to his bed. Cradling her in his arms he stood her beside the bed with only the flickering of the flames from the fire lighting their bodies. He bent down to her neck and just breathed in her scent. His hands quickly found her breasts and he began to massage them while he was staring into her eyes.  

Then with a shiver she took in a deep breath and sighed with the thought of these lips planting their soft sucking tissue onto her nipples, she could feel her pussy getting wetter with the thought of this strong man sucking on her breasts like a babe. Jake now placed her on the bed and got out of his clothes quickly and joined her in a flash. Slowly he made it to a place in her cleavage where his mouth found the center and he pushed her breasts in closer so he could feel them on either side of his face. His tongue now found an erect nipple, a nipple wanting to be sucked, pulled, bitten and teased. Her moans indicated not to stop but she also wanted so much to feel his dick moving in her! ,  Just as he was done with one breasts the other got the same attention, all she could do was just wait and her hands were on either side of his head and she ran her fingers through his hair, she shuddered a few times but loved the alternating.  

Jake was covering her whole body and she could feel his cock against her, she reached down and held it.  She began stroking it and he rolled onto his side, she got on her knees beside his waist and pushed him on his back. She still had his cock in her hand as she began to kiss him; he put his arm around her waist. Then she bent down and took his cock in her mouth. She started to lick up and down his shaft, he had such a beautiful cock and could feel him getting harder and harder. She then found his balls and began to suck on them and give them some attention. She was still stroking him while sucking his balls, and then she too began alternating between his balls and cock. He found her wetness and started to play with her, he was now fingering her and discovered how wet and ready she was. She kept on sucking his cock and taking it all in her mouth, he was about to come when she decided to straddle him and ride him, she wanted him to come inside her. His cock slide in slowly pushing at her insides filling her up and then slowly withdrawing to start the journey into her dark pussy again and again and she started to ride him back and forth. Her tits were bouncing in front of his face, tits that needed attention too. He was holding on to her waist and thrusting his cock into her while alternately sucking her tits.

'Oh fuck! Mmmmm, it feels so good Jake' Susan took his hands from her waist and put them to her hard nipples for him to play with. She then bent forward so that they were in his face; he started to suck on them.  His hands now on her ass helped her move back and forth a bit faster as he was about to come. 

'Oh baby, yeah!' Jake shouted as he shot his load into her. She collapsed on him and he rolled her onto her back, still in her. 'That was good, real good. Are you ok?' he said.

'Oh god that was good!' Susan spread her legs a bit wider as Jake was slowly entering her in and out. 'You ready to go again?' she lightly laughed. Her hands were exploring his chest and playing with his nipples. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he came down to kiss her again. Now her legs were around his waist and just feeling him inside her.

'Oh baby, give it to me' Susan whispered. Jake did not need any encouragement; he was now hard again and began to thrust into her wet pussy. He was ramming pretty hard but she took it all in and it felt good, Susan was moaning now as he positioned her legs in front of his chest. He continued to fuck her hard and playing with her nipples by pinching them. Susan could not take it anymore; she was holding on to his arms and taking the pounding. This was the fuck she was waiting for and hoped he could go all night to be filled over and over again.