1 comments/ 62201 views/ 2 favorites Cabin in the Woods Ch. 01 By: jazm49 In talking with her friend Debbie she mentioned her desire to get away from things for awhile. Practically the moment the words left her lips Debbie's face lit up. "I've got a little cabin outside of El Dorado Springs that I'd be happy to let you use for as long as you needed. I might even join you for a day or two," her friend said. After a short conversation the decision was made. It took almost the month of May to work out all the mundane details of getting vacation time, making sure her son was taken care of, and gathering together the items she wanted to take with her. Not the least of these being her vibrator and 8" dildo. All that was done now and she was eagerly anticipating a week and a half of solitary freedom (although she felt a small pang of regret that she couldn't share it with a true kindred spirit). She'd arrived late in the afternoon of the day before yesterday and found her friend's cabin to be delightfully rustic and comfortable. Electricity was provided by a small but adequate solar system, and there was a composting toilet. In the living room was a stereo and a good collection of CDs. All that was lacking, which was fine with her, was a television and a telephone. Since her arrival she'd been basking in the knowledge that there was nothing she had to do except loaf and invite her soul. There'd been something lusciously wicked yesterday about lying naked in bed at almost noon with the windows open to the sunshine and the redolence of pine as she brought herself to one powerful orgasm. And then another. Today she felt a little more ambitious. As she was eating her breakfast on the small patio beside the hot tub she'd decided she was going to take a walk into the woods and explore her new surroundings. So now, dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and sturdy shoes, she was taking the path which led through the trees. The terrain was hilly and the woods were thick but not overgrown with underbrush. Occasionally there would be a break in the trees and she'd look out over a grassy meadow, thick with flowers. She couldn't see any sign of another human being. High above, however, a hawk surveyed a wide expanse of land in search of prey. His eyes caught sight of two people moving, unknowingly, towards each other. It was after she'd been walking for almost an hour that she came to the small stream. She was a bit tired and wanted to find a place to rest. She walked downstream along the bank of the creek until she came to a spot where a meadow opened out on her left. To her right, on the far side of the stream, was a tall limestone cliff. Below the cliff the flow had cut a large depression in the rock that was filled with water. A natural pool. Trees nearby filtered the sunlight. She dipped her hand into the pool and found that the water was quite warm. She looked around, biting her lip. She was tempted to do something she'd never done. With her heart pounding she pulled her t-shirt over her head. It made her feel exposed to be standing there in her bra. And then, with another look around, she slid off her bra. It made her feel even more exposed but also free in a way she'd never felt before. She cupped her breasts in her hands, feeling the weight of their smooth softness. Then she sat on a outcropping of rock beside the pool and took off her shoes and socks. Barefoot she stood up, hooked her shorts and panties with her thumbs, and pushed them to her feet. Stepping out of them made her feel exquisitely aware of the sensual reality of her body. She felt vividly alive. Moments later she was lying up to her neck in the amniotic warmth. Around her nature flowed languidly on, drowsy in the heat. Birds called, so much a part of the moment that it was as if they hadn't broken the silence. She could hear the buzz and hum of insects. Closing her eyes she softly slid her hand down between her legs. Her legs came open, almost by themselves. Her fingers began to investigate the nub of ardor, the crevices of sensation. If doing this in bed late yesterday morning had seemed wicked, doing it now opened up a sense of wildness within her that was totally new. She surprised herself by expressing her rich pleasure with hoarse throaty moans pulled, it seemed, from deep inside her body. The man the hawk had seen, who was gathering sassafras to dry for his favorite tea, heard your cries. He thought he recognized the sound but found it difficult to believe that it would happen here, in the middle of the woods, far from town. Moving toward the source he found himself at the top of a steep cliff. Looking down he saw her there. The sight of a naked woman lying in a pool with her hand between her legs stunned him. It was like a deep fantasy come to life. He was a lonely man. A man who loved women, enjoyed being around them, but whose chosen way of life was often very solitary. He felt torn. Part of him sensed that continuing to observe such a private act might make the woman feel violated. But another part, a profoundly hungry part, needed to watch her. There was an elemental beauty about her, her breasts swaying just beneath the water's surface and the sunlight through the leaves dappling her skin, that awakened a profound wonder inside him. Now, as her moans were clearly signaling the moment of culmination, he was barely aware that he was now fully erect. For a frenzied moment the water's glassy calm was broken by her agitation. The trees echoed her cries. And then there was stillness . She opened her eyes and found herself looking into his. If anything had been the least bit different at that moment the outcome would have been changed. If she had seen him watching her as she took off her clothes she would have withdrawn into herself. If he had been less affected by seeing her, more focused on sexual titillation, his eyes would not have been so full of awe. As it was, she felt open and accepting. Proud. Wild. And he found himself responding from a corresponding place. He turned abruptly and disappeared. She stretched blissfully, humming with the sensual fullness of her body. She knew he was coming to her. And a moment later he was there, standing among her scattered clothes, adding his to the pile. She watched with a detached interest as his slim muscled body came into view. And responded to the distinct lines of his maleness. As his pants slid down she gazed at his hard cock and swinging balls. He stepped into the water. There was a moment of awkwardness as she began to sit up with the thought of taking him in her mouth and he gently pressed her back against the smooth stone. But then she realized he wanted to be inside her and made him welcome. There was no need for foreplay. The first sensation of feeling him enter her, filling her, was indescribable. They both breathed in sharply and sighed involuntarily as their bodies slid together. He put his arms around her and kissed her as he began to move, making the water slosh around the edges of the pool. He came quickly. It had been too long since he'd been with a woman. After about a minute of thrusting he groaned and stiffened. She felt him pulse inside her. And then his body went limp. She had a fleeting sense of disappointment and annoyance. Lifting himself off her he pushed back her hair with his hand and kissed her nose. "Thank you," he said. "This is probably about the last thing I expected to happen today." "Me too," she laughed. "Sorry it was so quick. It'll be better next time." She didn't reply. There was still an edge of disappointment. He withdrew and then settled in beside her, sliding his right leg over both of hers and reached up to cover her breast with his large hand. A moment later he was kissing you. She found his soft cock and ball sack with her right hand. For long minutes they both luxuriated in the exploration of the other's body. And then she felt his cock begin to stir. "I want to suck you," she said, giving his cock a little yank. He got the message instantaneously and moved into position kneeling above her face. She could feel his cool thighs against the sides of her breasts. Water dripped from his body onto hers. His cock was showing just the barest signs of hardening as she sucked the head of it into her mouth. He gave a soft moan of pleasure. She could feel his hairy ball sack rub against her chin. His cock began to swell. She looked up to meet his eyes. He smiled. "That feels great," he said. "You like to suck cock, don't you?" She nodded, smiling around a full mouth, loving the smooth sweet texture with the faintest hint of precum at the tip. He was almost hard now which required an adjustment. He bent over, resting his elbows on the rock above her head. She grasped the cheeks of his ass with her hands both to pull him towards her and to give herself leverage. A moment later he was totally hard and she slowly moved her mouth back and forth along his length, tasting him, feeling the contours of him, the ridge around the head, the bumps of the protruding veins. Her fingers played in the crack of his ass, at the entrance the hole, and with his balls. He grunted and began to make fucking movements with his hips, sliding into her mouth. And then, suddenly, he withdrew. "God! That was wonderful," he said. "Now it's your turn, Sweetheart." Moving back he caught her under her armpits and helped her slide up the smooth stone until her hips were out of the water. He knelt down between her legs and opened them. Wide. She bent her head and saw him staring down at her fully exposed womanhood. "You're beautiful," he said, looking up. Then he was leaning down. Softly kissing the inside of her thighs. She could feel the hairs of his moustache tickling her skin. He rubbed his head of curly brown hair, threaded with grey, against her inner thighs and belly. He was taking his time. Her pussy was aching for some attention. And then the tip of his tongue gently touched her clit. And circled it. And circled it again. The sensation was like electricity shooting out through millions of very thin wires. She grabbed his curly head with both hands and moaned, pressing his face into her throbbing cunt. She could hear him chuckling down below. He began to make slow journeys, beginning with his tongue burrowing deep into her vagina and then rising up between her inner lips, his head shaking slightly from side to side, until his lips and tongue found her hard nub of passion. And then he was back down in her cunt hole, rising again. He kept doing this over and over again, gradually increasing the speed as he felt her responses quickening. Then his finger was probing at her asshole. That was just too much. "Fuck me," she yelled, a bit startled by her own vehemence. "Oh God! Put it in me." He stood up and their eyes met. She could read the fierce lust in his face and knew it was simply a reflection of what was in her own. And then, with one quick, almost brutal, thrust he had buried the thick shaft of his cock deep inside her cunt. The veils had been torn away. This was primal stuff. This was Man and Woman. This was the sexual drive of the universe. Here. With him standing knee deep in water as she lay on her back on the grey stone. Here. In the sunlight that pushed through the leaves of the trees to illuminate the whiteness of their skin, their bodies melded together. He grasped her hips with his two big hands and pushed her down against himself as his hips thrust up. She could feel the base of his belly against the lips of her cunt. He began withdrawing and thrusting. Not quickly but very powerfully. "Oh God yes!" she cried. "Fuck me hard." Their eyes locked. She saw the fierce lust in his and knew he was seeing the same in hers. She saw his jaw clamp tight. "You like it rough, don't you," he growled through clenched teeth. He could read her answer in her eyes. He began fucking her as if he was trying to push his whole body inside her. Hard, almost desperate, thrusts. And she opened herself wide. Wider. As if she wanted to swallow him. The smack of their bodies, as they hammered together in their frenzied dance, echoed against the cliff and the trees. They both were grunting with the effort. Bestial raucous sounds. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass, one in each large hand, and picked her up off the stone as he pulled her down over his cock. There was pain but it was a stimulating pain. This continued for long minutes. His pace kept quickening as he felt her respond. He leaned over and began tugging at her nipples with his teeth. Biting them, but not too hard. Sucking them into his mouth. Licking her breasts. Rubbing his face and hair into them, grunting. And then, deep in her guts she could feel the thin thread of orgasm being pulled to the surface. "Oh God yes yes fuck me yes Oh God you're gonna make me cum God yes Oh yes" Her wails soared into the trees. Her cries gave him the incentive to move even faster, even more powerfully. He was snorting like a racing stallion. Thrusting hard and deep. Pounding into her. Her wailing reached a high crescendo and the waves of orgasm flowed out over her body. He gave one last pounding thrust and entered her as deeply as he could go, touching her cervix. And then, following his one last hoarse gasping shout, she felt his cock throb and then his hot seed spurt into her depths. Another throb, and a weaker spurt. And a third, and final, spasm. He fell on her body as if he'd been clubbed in the head. Breathing heavily. Just as she was. "Told you it would be better the next time," he finally managed to say into her neck. It made her laugh. Cabin in the Woods Ch. 01 The weather has been stormy as I traveled through the unfamiliar territory. The winds are so high and I see trees swaying dangerously as I drive down the dark road. The driving rain makes it difficult to see through the windshield. Without warning a tree falls in my path and I swerve to miss it and end up stuck in the mud. I get out and look around, I know my blackberry does not work out here and I wonder where the nearest help may be. I can see in the distance a rooftop, and I grab my overnight bag, lock up the rental car and begin to hike in that direction. The going is slow as I am not dressed for a hike. I am wearing a dress and boots with heels, and the wind tears at my coat, making each step harder as I lean into it. I finally arrive at the cabin and hesitate, there are no people around for miles and I wonder about the person out here alone, but it can't be helped and I knock, tentatively at first, then harder in order to be heard above the storm. You have been hunting for days with your friends, an enjoyable time although you did not get the wall hanger you were hoping for. Everyone else had left that day, leaving you to close up the cabin before heading back home. You are surprised to hear someone at the door and open it to see me standing there, soaking wet and shivering. "I got stuck, my car got stuck on the road, a tree..." I begin to stammer an explanation but get distracted looking into your eyes. You stare back at me and time seems to stop for a moment. "Come in, excuse me, I just wasn't expecting to see anyone here," you explain as you regain your composure and help me into the cabin. You help me off with my coat, noticing that I am soaking wet. The dress I am wearing is clinging to my curves. You can see the lace of my underclothes through the wet dress and my nipples stand out hard against the sheer, wet fabric. I feel as though I am standing naked in front of you and begin to blush and feel a warm tingle because I know you have the same feeling. For a moment we are both speechless. "I have dry clothes in my bag, if there is someplace where I can change?," I manage to ask. You snap out of your reverie and manage a few words, "Of course, yes, sorry." You take my bag and lead the way to the bathroom. You show me where the towels and soap and shampoo are and ask me if there is anything you can get for me. I smile at you and tell you I am fine and you slowly back out and I close the door. I feel very nervous as I undress in this place, there is a handsome sexy man right outside and this knowledge makes me warm, though I shiver as I undress and the cool air hits my wet skin. I turn the knobs on the shower and feel the water with my hand until it runs hot and I step in. I wash my hair, then begin to slowly soap my body. I run the soapy washcloth over my neck and shoulders, then I trace slow circles around my nipples making them hard again. I start a slow transit over my belly and up and down my thighs, then startle as I remember where I am and quickly finish washing up and step out of the shower and begin to towel off. I briskly dry myself off then look for dry clothes in my bag. Not sure what to wear, I chose a pair of satin lounging pajamas because they are comfortable and warm. I dress, then come out to find that you have started a fire in the fireplace and have made me a cup of tea. I take a seat near the fire and work my fingers through my wet hair, finally feeling warm. "Thank you, you are so kind, I don't know what I would have done," I say as I look again into your eyes. I see a smile and a bit of mischief in those eyes and think to myself how I could lose myself in the depths of your eyes. "The storm has gotten worse, I don't think we are going to be able to go anyplace tonight," you tell me. I ponder the possibilities this news brings. You weren't planning to stay the night, and so begin to look through the food you had been packing to take out. I rise and join you in the kitchen and together we begin to prepare a small feast of cheese and crackers and assorted snacks. You rummage through the cupboards and come up victoriously with a bottle of wine. We carry the food and wine over to the fireplace, you return to the kitchen for a corkscrew and glasses. We sit on the floor in front of the fire as the day gets darker and the storm continues to rage. I drink my glass of wine, then another in an attempt to gather the courage to make a move, to reach out and touch your face or your arm, something to show you how I feel. I look into your eyes again and see I needn't have worried as you lean in and kiss me. You kiss me lightly, tentatively at first, but with increasing passion as you feel me return your kiss. I put my hand on your head as you slip your arms around me. Your hands rub my back, my sides, my hips as the kiss gains passion. Your tongue explores my mouth and I close my eyes and tease your tongue with mine and move my body in response to the feel of your hands. I slip my arms under yours and pull myself closer to you. Sitting on the floor is becoming awkward as I move my legs around to get closer to you and you take me in your arms and lay me back on the rug. I am nervous and bite my lip as I look up into your face as you lower your body against mine. Your long, hard body feels so good pressed up against mine and you kiss my lips again lightly, then my eyebrows and cheeks, working your way to my ears. Your hot breath in my ear sends a rush of heat through my whole body and I respond by pressing my hips against you in a slow circle, rubbing against you and feeling the heat and passion building up between us. You kiss my neck and work your way down to my collarbone. I am nearly frantic with excitement and struggle to hold back and enjoy this. You kiss and lick the skin at the top of my chest while you begin to undo the buttons of my shirt. I reach for your shirt and pull it over your head, then slip out of my blouse and my bra. I hold you for a moment, nearly gasping at the sensation of my hard nipples rubbing at your chest hair. You lean me back again and return to delighting me with your mouth and hands as you nibble and lick each nipple while rubbing the other with your hand. I reach for your pants and begin to rub you through the heavy fabric of your jeans. I feel your growing erection with satisfaction. You move my hands away, telling me to be patient, you want this to last. I give in to the sensation of your mouth on my body, it feels so good. Your mouth begins to travel lower across my belly, pausing to tongue my belly button a few times which causes me to raise my hips against you. You pull on the elastic of my pants and they slip down easily to reveal a tiny pair of panties. You rub me through the panties and I moan with pleasure, then you decide the panties also need to go. You pull them off in one swift motion and pause to look at me lying there, completely naked before you. My nipples are pointed and hard and long and you can see my pussy lips are becoming engorged, even though my legs are together. You reach down with your hands and move my legs apart, opening them wide to let you see that I am dripping wet. I am losing my mind, trying to lie still while anticipating your next move. You move in closer and begin to lick my outer and inner lips and I raise my hips to meet your face, moaning "Yes, oh yes, please yes, ohhhh..!" You move your tongue and circle and flick my clit while you put two fingers in my pussy and move them in and out and around. I groan and draw my legs up, with my feet on the floor I arch my back and lift my hips to push against you and draw you closer. The sensations make me forget where I am, who I am, I forget to breathe, then my breath returns, in and out in ragged gasps. I grab my own breasts with my hands and rub, and begin to tickle and play with my hard nipples. You feel me getting closer and your hand moves faster as you surround my clit with your lips and kiss me hard while you run your tongue over my bud. "Yes, yes, that's it!," I shout as I explode on to you, grabbing your head and pushing against you as I come hard all over your face and fingers. I writhe and moan and keep coming, you feel the walls of my hole squeezing your fingers. "Oh baby, it's been so long," I gasp as I begin to come back down to reality. "Please fuck me, darling, please," I whisper in your ear as I reach for your button and zipper and begin to remove your pants and underwear. Your erection springs free as I get the offending clothing off you. I reach for you with both hands, stroking your hard shaft with one as I gently caress your testes with the other. I gently push you over so you are lying on your back. I get up on my knees, throw a leg over you and I reach down and guide you into me. Slowly, so slowly I lower myself onto your hard dick. The sensation as you enter me sends a rush through my body and a shiver runs through me and I feel already so close to another orgasm. My eyes are closed and my mouth is open as I brace my hands on the floor and slowly move up and down, fucking you slowly and gently, taking you as deep as I can on the down stroke, then nearly all the way out, so that only your head is in me on the upstroke. You grab my breasts which are dangling in front of you and begin to massage and gently pinch my nipples. You pinch a little harder, rolling the tips between your finger and thumb and I respond by going faster and faster pounding you fast and deep, grinding my clit against you on the down stroke. I feel myself spiraling out of control as I bounce and pound. I lean back and finger my own clit and very quickly I begin to come again. The feel of my orgasm makes me want to fuck you so hard and fast and I pump and grind and moan. The heat and the rush send you over the edge also and I am rewarded with the sensation of your cock throbbing as you pump what feels like gallons into me. I collapse onto your chest with a sigh. You move my hair back away from my face and kiss me, then tease me. "Exactly how long has it been?," you ask with a sly grin. I smile back at you but I do not reply. I get up, wash, put my pajamas back on and return to you. You reach for the blanket from the couch and cover us both up and we fall asleep there on the rug, in front of the fireplace in your cabin. Cabin in the Woods Ch. 01 Author's note: This story has a strong focus on watersports, so if that is not for you, you may want to give this one a piss- er- a pass. * I had just started to shampoo my hair when there was a knock on the door and I heard the click of the knob turning. I quickly turned my back to the door and looked over my shoulder, saw that it was open only a crack. "Hey brother?" I heard Julia ask. "Yeah, what's up?" I replied, speaking over the sound of the shower. "Um. I...Um. Can I use the toilet?" Thankful that the steam had covered the sliding glass door of the shower, I blushed and said "Sure." Julia and I were close, but we probably hadn't been in the same bathroom other than to brush teeth since we were little. We tended to respect each others' privacy. At this point, I had just turned 18 and she was 23. It was summer, so we both tended to sleep in way late. Parents were off at work already, and I was taking more long showers just to relax about college starting in the fall. My sister was only in for a couple months before going back to college. Still facing away from the door I returned to shampooing my hair. I'd let it grow halfway down my back and was pretty proud of it, so I tried to take good care of it. -- "Sure" my younger brother said, in his always-surprisingly deep voice. I hurried in, thankful that steam had filled the room and covered the glass door on the shower. I pulled down the boy shorts I use as pjs and sat down on the toilet. I was glad he didn't ask why I didn't use our parents' bathroom. But of course he wouldn't, he knew. We were a pretty private family, and we'd always been asked to stay out of their room. I don't think they were hiding anything, they just needed to keep their space to themselves. As I let my outrageously full bladder (I had been out drinking the night before) go, I absentmindedly glanced towards my brother. As he washed his super long black hair, he splashed water on the door, rinsing it of the steam for a moment. The glass was that stuff that has an odd pattern, so it's not clear or anything. I still caught a quick glance of his ass and half-gasped and the stream of pee stopped for a second. I shook my head and mentally admonished myself, pushing to get my business going again. "He's my brother!" I thought. "Yeah, but his ass is cute" my brain responded to itself. And I was right. My little brother had always been a skinny, lanky guy, but despite that his butt had a nice roundness to it. I shook my head again and tried not to think about how long it'd been since I'd gotten laid, and finished up peeing. -- After an impressively long pee, I finally heard the toilet flush. I tried really hard to ignore the fact that I had half a hard-on. I had recently discovered some crazy sites online full of pictures and videos of chicks (and guys) pissing, and discovered it really turned me on. I'd mentioned to my girlfriend sort of in passing that I wanted to watch her while she went to the bathroom, but she wouldn't have any of it, so this was the first time I'd even been near someone while they were going. Aside from public restrooms, but that's not really the same thing. I couldn't help but turn a little and look as she left and saw that her shorts were not quite pulled all the way back up. I couldn't see through the glass and steam, but I knew that her back dimples were visible. I shook my head and shoved my face in the water stream, trying to ignore the thoughts that were forming at the back of my mind. I gave in shortly and masturbated fantasizing about watching my girlfriend squatting in the back yard, a golden stream from between her legs soaking the ground. -- I didn't want to admit to myself how much the sight of my brother's butt got me going. I blamed the fact that I hadn't had sex in way too long, so anything was liable to fire me up, right? Right. I'd probably get horny looking at a bowl of fruit. Sure. Either way, I was super wet and had to take care of myself. I went back to my room and shut the door, got my dildo out of my bag under the bed, and went to town. In my head I was getting it in every position. I didn't think anything of the fact that the guys I imagined were a little taller and skinnier than my usual fantasy fare. -- A week or so later the situation was reversed. I had been up pretty late playing some games online with a few buddies, so Julia was already in the shower by the time I got up. I had so many sodas, to keep awake, then had just stumbled over to my bed and passed out without going to the bathroom first. I was going to pop. I walked down the hall to the bathroom, barely awake and only that way because of my intense need. I didn't think to put pants on, so I only had on boxers. I knocked on the door, opened it a little, said "Hey sis?" "Whatcha need little bro?" she replied. "I've gotta piss like a mofo," I told her. She chuckled and said "Yeah, come on in." I sighed with relief and hurried over to the toilet. I was half-dancing as I lifted the seat and pulled my cock out through the fly of my boxers, aimed into the bowl and let loose. I closed my eyes as I felt my bladder deflate, totally forgetting my sister in the shower. After what had to have been a full minute, she snapped me back to the world by laughing and saying "Up all night drinking?" I chuckled as well and responded "Pretty much." We both laughed again, her clear voice echoing in the tiled room. The pressure was finally letting off, but I was still peeing. I couldn't help but look over momentarily at her. -- I was standing in the shower, just letting the hot water flow over me, my hand absentmindedly running over my hips, tracing down my landing strip, cupping the water up against my snatch. I must have jumped a foot when the knock came and I heard him say "Hey sis?" As he came in, I turned my back to the door and tried to keep my hand out from between my legs. After I heard his pee splashing in the toilet for a minute or so I glanced over my shoulder. I don't run the water as hot as he does, apparently, as there wasn't nearly so much steam on the glass. I saw that he was standing there, cock in hand, head tilted back and eyes closed. It was obviously in relief from what was clearly a full bladder, but somehow it looked...sexual. I did the only thing I could to ignore what was going on in my head and made a joke. We both laughed, and as I heard his stream lessening I just rubbed my face with my hands, trying to rub the tension out. After I heard the door close, I turned to make sure he was actually gone, then leaned with my forehead on my arm up against the wall, my other hand moving quickly back down to my pussy. Though I was in the shower, I knew that wasn't why I was so wet. -- As I glanced over, I realized my older sister clearly didn't shower with water as hot as I do, since there wasn't all that much steam on the glass. The bright blue streaks in her hair were visible, reaching all the way down to the very top of her ass. And it was the nicest ass I'd ever seen. My girlfriend was hot, sure, but she just didn't have any ass at all. Julia, on the other hand... Was my sister! I tried to push the rest of my piss out so I could get the hell out of there. Unfortunately my dick was not cooperating, and had begun to swell. As I grew harder, the stream cut off. "That'll work," I thought to myself, even though I knew I wasn't quite done. I did what I could to tuck my still-growing boner back into my boxers and left as quickly as I could while trying not to be suspicious. I practically ran back to my room. I immediately went to my computer and pulled up a website I knew had some extensive pissing galleries and went tab-crazy. I had probably two dozen pics open, with everything from girls just peeing on the toilet to guys pissing in kneeling girls' open mouths. I had my cock out and was wanking like mad with my right hand while I cycled through the tabs with my left. As I got close, I left the screen on a picture of a girl on her face and knees, using her hands to spread her asshole open while a guy (with an admittedly nice cock) was pissing right in it. The golden-clear stream spraying out of that thick shaft, filling up her rectum, little droplets glistening all over her pale cheeks. I grabbed my balls with my left hand as I came all over my stomach. Sitting there as my dick began to slowly become flaccid again, I wondered what sent me into such a state. It wasn't that I wasn't getting laid. My girlfriend may not be super freaky, but she was as horny as me. I didn't think it had just been the- somewhat blurred- sight of my naked sister. I had had a small crush on her when I was 12 or 13, but hadn't really had any sexual thoughts about her since. I decided it was mostly the fact that I had been pissing with someone else there, even though she wasn't watching and probably didn't even really pay any attention to it. Thinking about it again, plus the image still on the screen, made my erection start growing again. There was a knock on the door that startled the shit out of me. "H-hold on a second!" I said, scrambling for a towel to wipe the cum off of my stomach. I hurriedly put some pants on, adjusting my boner so it hopefully wasn't noticeable. "Ok, come in." I said. Julia walked in, hair still wet, in a tshirt and sweat pants. She told me about this grand idea she'd had. Since she was going back to school and I'd be moving out to college myself soon, she thought it could be fun for us to go on a trip somewhere, just us. Get some good brother-sister time in before we started going our separate ways and didn't see much of each other. -- Two weeks later we were on the way to a little cabin nestled in the hills outside of Asheville, NC. I had taken the first shift driving, but now Jason was at the wheel. We had already had a good time, talking and joking and laughing. I asked him about his girlfriend. He said he was happy with her, the sex was good and all that. I sensed there was something that he wasn't getting that he wanted, though. Maybe she didn't swallow or didn't like anal or something. It was a little weird thinking about my brother and sex at all, though I guess he's 18. I know I was a frisky little bitch when I was that age. We'd been on the road for probably 5 or 6 hours, only having stopped once for more caffeine and to switch drivers. I'd noticed Jason's responses were becoming kind of clipped, and he seemed a little fidgety when suddenly he rolled down the window, dumped the ice out of his cup and said, "Sorry Julia." He blushed and I knew what was up, so I turned the other way and watched the trees go by. I heard the zip of his pants and lots of rustling as he got himself situated. I had just heard his stream hit the bottom of the cup when he suddenly swerved. I jerked my head around and saw that we had narrowly missed a chunk of tire tread. "Here," I said. "You keep your eyes on the road and hands on the wheel. I'll handle this." His face was beet red as I leaned over and grabbed the cup. After a moment he got started again and began filling the cup. I noticed his cock started getting hard, pulsing with what I assumed was his heartbeat. My eyes were glued to it as it just kept getting bigger. I couldn't see the whole thing, it was obscured by the cup. But damn was it thick. His pee slowed and was soon coming only in bursts as he tried to push through his boner. He was fully erect at this point, and then after a little longer, I heard the stream stop. After 10 seconds or so of awkward silence, he finally said "I guess I'm done." I carefully removed the cup from between his legs, making sure not to accidentally dump it in his lap. As I did I saw just how big he was. Damn, my little bro is hung! And he kept himself trimmed. I wondered why his girl wouldn't do everything she could to keep that glorious piece happy. I could feel that my face was as red as his as I finally tore my eyes off his throbbing dick and rolled my own window down. I could feel the warmth of his piss through the plastic as I leaned way out and dumped it out onto the road. "Um" he coughed, after he'd tucked himself back in and zipped up. "I'm really sorry about that. I don't...I mean I just...um." I laughed nervously and said "Hey, don't sweat it. I remember how boys were your age. It didn't take much for them to get hard, and a girl near your junk is certainly much!" I was trying to reassure him while at the same time I was feeling guilty about how wet I'd become. He also chuckled nervously and just said "Yeah, I guess." His face was still red and I could see that he was still hard. But that moment when I pulled the cup away and saw his cock, that was the moment. The moment I realized I had to have him. That was the moment I decided I was going to take my brother. -- I could not keep what just happened out of my head. My own sister, holding the cup I was pissing in. If only it had been any girl but her. Her face and hands had been so close and I could see she didn't take her eyes off my dick the whole time. I never thought my fantasy of having a girl hold my cock and watch while I pissed would be so nearly fulfilled, much less by Julia! Fuck, I was still throbbing hard. And now I was getting flashes of other images, as my imagination went crazy. Of her nude and kneeling, cupping her hands in front of her as I filled them with my pee. Of washing her hair in my piss. Goddamnit, I needed to concentrate on the road. After 20 minutes or so of awkward silence, during which I did my damndest to quit imagining my big sister submitting to me like that, she said, "Well shit." "What's up?" I asked. She smiled sheepishly at me and said "I guess it's my turn. Only I can't really use a cup." "Aww damnit. Um." I wasn't sure what to do. "Any chance of holding it for a bit longer?" "I don't think so, Jay. I didn't realize how bad I had to go 'till...well, 'till you went. I haven't seen too many people. Just pull off on the side somewhere." I went red again at her mention of what had happened. "Uh, ok." I drove a little farther, looking for somewhere I could pull off without being in danger of getting hit by another car. As I did, I noticed Julia crossing and uncrossing her legs. I guess she wasn't kidding. Finally I found a spot I was happy with and pulled over, put the hazard lights on and set the parking brake. "Thank god" Julia said, quickly unbuckling her seatbelt and opening the door. She got out and stood up, setting her feet apart fairly wide. As she turned her head to look up and down the road, her long braid swung back and forth, the blue streak twisted through it. She hooked her thumbs into the band of her short skirt and pulled straight up, then bent over and squatted, resting her butt on the edge of the car and her elbows on her knees. I couldn't help it. I really fucking couldn't. I was so fucking horny at this point, that I absolutely could not avoid looking. As soon as she pulled her skirt up I was hooked and everything seemed to move slowly. She wasn't wearing any panties and the tip of her braid rested on her right ass cheek, which was exquisitely pale and full. As she bent and began squatting, her cheeks spread just enough that I caught the briefest glimpse of her puckered asshole. My cock became instantly hard, bulging against my jeans. She sat down and and her ass jiggled, my dick twitching with it. I was aroused beyond belief and thought I could get no harder when I heard the stream of her piss start hitting the pavement. I was so thoroughly in my lust world that I didn't notice when she turned her head to the side a little and glanced at me. I was staring at my sister's ass, my eyes roving from her shapely cheeks up to the dimples in her lower back, back down the middle, hoping for another glimpse of her anus. All the while I was listening to the glorious sound of piss splashing on the ground, suddenly wishing I was on the other side and able to see it leave her body, arcing through the air. I felt some precum seep out as she leaned forward just a little farther, again spreading her ass just enough for me to once again see her backdoor. -- My heart racing with nervousness over what I was about to do, I thought "fuck it" to myself and slid my skirt up high enough that I knew my whole ass was bare. I leaned over as I squatted down, then rested my elbows on my knees as I sat on the edge of the car. I hadn't been kidding when I told him I needed to pee. The moment I relaxed my control, a high-pressure stream came shooting out, splashing on the side of the road. I smiled a little, finding that it was actually really relaxing, being able to just pull up and go, sun shining on me, forest breeze blowing. After a few moments I turned my head to the side just a bit and looked at my little brother over my shoulder. His eyes were locked on me like a freaking missile. I got even wetter, knowing how turned-on I was obviously making him. I leaned forward a little more to give him an even better view. I saw his eyes get wider, so I figured it must have worked. "Man, peeing outside really is freaking great. No wonder guys go on about it all the time." I thought. The air felt fantastic on my soaking pussy and I was feeling so much relief as my bladder emptied. I had a crazy thought, then. I began to wonder if what was turning Jason on so much wasn't just that he was a horny teenager and I was a bare-assed girl. I had to wonder if, somehow, my little bro was into watersports. Now there's an interesting idea. I'd never really been into that, but then none of the guys I'd dated had either, so I hadn't had a reason to try. Well. I guess I'll find out before too long. My bladder finally empty, a nice puddle running off the side of the road, I sat and enjoyed the peace for a little before I turned my head back to the side, keeping my ass to my brother, and quietly said, "Jason." -- I was totally spaced. My cock was throbbing in my jeans and my heart was pounding in my throat. I was staring so hard at my own sister's asshole that I didn't even notice that she'd finished peeing. "Jason," she said quietly. I was only half aware of it, and kept staring like a goon. A little louder, she said "Jay?" I mentally shook myself and looked up, locking eyes with her. There was just the hint of a soft smile on her face. "Huh?" I said. Always the elegant speaker I am. "Can you grab some tissues or something from my bag?" Julia nodded her head towards the back seat. "I don't want to get the seat wet." I was in such a daze. I just sort of nodded my head and turned to get her bag out of the back. Julia didn't lower her skirt, straighten up, or anything. I snuck a glance back down and could still see her little hole. My eyes darted back up to her face. She was still just smiling softly at me, waiting patiently. I blushed hard and dug around in her bag. I thought for sure my dick was going to explode out of my pants. I was so confused. I was horny as hell, but guilty that it was my big sister that I was lusting after, and then confused as to why she wasn't covering herself back up now that she was done...I guess maybe she just thought "he's my brother, it's no biggie." I finally found a pack of tissues and handed it to her. "Thanks, Jason," was all she said, and turned back around. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat and wiped the sweat off my palms and just plain ogled Julia as she wiped herself clean. She finally stood up and tossed the tissues off into the ditch beside the road. God, her ass almost looked even better with her standing. It just looked so delicious. She pulled her skirt back down where it belonged...more or less. Really, I think it was a little lower, since I could see the top of her butt. Cabin in the Woods Ch. 01 "Wanna switch?" she asked. Again, I replied with an eloquent "huh?" "Wanna switch? You've been driving for a while. I'll drive us the rest of the way." "Oh. Oh, sure. Yeah, sure" was about all I could get out. I stood up and sort of walked around the car in a hazy fog. I saw the wet pavement and trail where her piss ran off into the dirt, then got in the car and sat down. "Man, I feel way better. I needed that." she said, as she buckled herself back in and pulled the seat forward. I just sort of nodded and said "Yeah," unable to form complete sentences. Julia looked over and said "You ok, Jason?" with a concerned look. I just said "Uh, yeah sis. I guess I'm fine." I was still in such a daze. I didn't even bother trying to hide my erection in my pants, or the little dark spot that had formed at the tip. "Ok then," she replied. "Let's get to that cabin and have some fun!" -- The rest of the drive was pretty quiet. I know I stayed fairly wet, thinking about the way Jason couldn't quit looking at my ass, even when he knew I knew he was looking. After we got to the cabin, I let him unpack while I ran into town for some groceries, firewood, and beers. The cabin was a little three room deal. Kitchen, living room, bedroom. One bathroom. The couch did fold out, but if I had my way, we'd be sharing the bed for most of the week. I was going to try to tease him to the breaking point, but if it came down to it, I would definitely jump him. That night wasn't especially eventful. We were both pretty tired from the long drive, and so we just had dinner and hung out in front of the fireplace 'till we both couldn't stay awake. I went to the bedroom and left the door open while I undressed and got in bed. If I was lucky he'd come join me. If not, well. I had all week to turn up the heat. I fell asleep dreaming of my little brother's cock tearing up all my holes. -- I woke up with the morning wood from hell. Julia's decision to strip with the door open the previous night made sure of that. I had dreams of my big sister squatting over me and covering me in her piss, then licking me clean. God, what the fuck was happening? This was so wrong. I got up and started making coffee and scrambled eggs. I did put pants on, reluctantly, as cooking anything in a pan without pants is such a bad idea. After a few minutes, Julia came out and went into the bathroom. I felt myself blush; she was still naked and left the door open while she peed. I could see her pink nipples were hard. After she finished, she went back in the bedroom and got dressed, sort of. She just put on a little blue bikini top and soffes. Her nipples were still hard, and I felt them poke into my chest as she came over and hugged me. "Aw, thanks for making breakfast!" she said. This wasn't a sisterly side-hug. She was directly in front of me, pressing up closer than any sister should, and either my imagination was working overtime or she was moving her hips just the slightest. Regardless, the feel of the soft little mound of flesh under those soffes was not doing anything to help my boner subside. I decided to be a little brave and put my arm around her and placed my hand much farther south than was safe. It was pretty much entirely on her ass, my thumb resting up on one of her dimples. I pressed gently, simultaneously reveling in the feel of her wonderfully squishy ass and the increased pressure on my cock. -- God, he was hard as a rock. I felt his dick twitch under his pants as I just barely ground against him. I felt my face flush and my pussy was instantly drenched. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep this up before I finally just tore his clothes off and fucked him silly. An electric shock shot through me when he put his hand on my ass and pushed me against him just a little. "You're welcome, sis" he replied, and we broke the embrace. I poured myself a cup of coffee and went and sat down, looking out the window. "God, Jay, it's going to be a gorgeous day out." He glanced up from the pan and said "Oh damn, yeah." "We should go swimming!" I suggested. "We can relax for a couple of minutes after breakfast, then lather up the sunscreen and walk down to the lake!" "Yeah, sure sis. That sounds pretty awesome," he replied. I was pretty confident I'd have him by the end of the day. If rubbing me up in lotion didn't do the trick, surely skinny dipping would. After a pretty delicious breakfast, he frustrated my first plan by going to the bathroom and putting on sunscreen himself while he changed into a swimsuit. I had thought for sure after I had stripped down last night and then left the door open while I peed this morning, he would have done the same. -- After breakfast, I went ahead and grabbed my suit and the sunscreen and went into the bathroom. I almost left the door open, but decided I wasn't quite sure I was ready for what these escalating encounters were seeming to lead to. I kept telling myself that she was my sister, and she was just being close. I knew I wanted...well, I wanted to do a lot of things to her, but I felt so fucking guilty. I rubbed a quick one out in the bathroom, my head filled with nothing but my sister, bending over in the shower, me behind her giving her a golden shower. I came harder and faster than I ever have, but my erection didn't completely subside. I started trying to arrange it so that it wasn't so visible, but then realized that was pretty silly, in light of what happened in the car yesterday. I couldn't think about that or I'd get completely aroused again. I walked out and tossed the sunscreen to Julia and said "Bathroom's all yours. Don't take too long, I want to go swimming!" "Sure thing, I won't be but a minute!" she replied. She sounded...disappointed? I wasn't sure. I walked out and sat down on the steps in front of the cabin, confused as ever. I didn't know what the hell was happening, and I wasn't really sure what to do about it. Or even if I should do anything at all. I was still lost in thought when she finally came out with that blue bikini top and it's matching bottoms: a thong. She had a couple of towels in one hand and a six-pack in the other. I smiled at the sight of the beers. "Good call, Julia," I told her. "You like it?" She said, turning and posing a little. "Uhm. Well, I meant the beers, but yeah. Looks good." I sort of chuckled and knew I was yet again red in the face, but I decided to let my eyes linger. On her stomach, her hip bones, her round ass, her thick thighs. She turned and posed probably longer than was called for by the compliment, but I wasn't complaining. She did a little spin and the string of the thong was nearly invisible buried between her cheeks. I guess I really had started to get more comfortable with this new idea of my sexual sister, because I didn't even notice that I'd moved my hand to my crotch and had given my again-erect cock a squeeze. -- I grabbed a six-pack from the fridge and a pair of towels and walked out to the porch where Jason was sitting on the steps, looking a little pensive. He turned and smiled at me and said, "Good call, Julia." I knew he was talking about the beers, but I decided to take it as a compliment and said, "You like it?" I cocked my leg a little and turned, posing for him for a moment. He told me he meant the beers, but his eyes told me what he really thought. I already wasn't wearing much, but he was pretty obviously undressing even that in his mind. I spun around to let him see my ass and was surprised to see his hand on his crotch, squeezing his hard-on when I turned back around. "C'mon, let's go!"I said, and walked down the steps. I made sure I swung my hips, making my ass cheeks move to and fro. I heard Jason get up and crunch down the leaf-covered path behind me. "Damn, sis, you really do look good in that," he said after a moment. I turned and looked at him and gave my ass a playful smack and giggled. I could see he was barely containing his lust, with his eyes glued to my backside and his hand absentmindedly rubbing his erection through his suit. I'm amazed I didn't attract every male animal in the woods, what with my pussy drenching my thong. I could even feel the insides of my thighs beginning to get a bit sticky. -- After walking behind her for another minute or so, practically hypnotized by her swaying butt, I finally took some larger steps and strode up beside my older sister. I quit playing with myself, but didn't bother adjusting. She looked over at me and smiled, her eyes traveling down my torso and stopping on my obvious boner for a second before she turned back to watch where she was going. We mostly talked about the weather, the scenery, what we might do to entertain ourselves for the rest of the week. It wasn't long before we broke through a clearing in the trees and there before us was the lake, and not another sign of human existence around. It was gorgeous. "Oh hell yes!" Julia shouted. She quickly set down the towels and six pack and undid her top, tossing it on top of the towels. She looked back at me with a mischevious grin, then slowly slid the thong down her legs. The string stayed in between her glorious cheeks for a moment, stretching, before popping loose. As she bent over, her ass spread and I again was greeted with the sight of her backdoor. This time, since she wasn't sitting, I caught sight of her pussy. Holy shit was she wet. And pink. So deliciously wet and pink. She stepped out of the thong and tossed it with the top and towels. She turned back again as she started walking quickly toward the shore "C'mon, Jay, what the hell are you waiting for! Let's go swimming!" I sure as fuck wasn't about to turn down an invitation like that and hurriedly dropped my suit to the ground, stepping out of it. "Hey, bring some beers," she said. "Oooh, it feels so good!" Julia was about knee deep in the water now, her ass bouncing just a touch with every step. I obliged her and grabbed and opened two beers and headed out to join her. "I dunno what the fuck is going on," I thought, "but shit, I think I'm going to go along with the ride." -- I knew I had him, now. But like a dog who's just caught a squirrel, I wasn't really sure what to do now. I wasn't sure what the end game was. I also kind of wanted him to just remain my little brother a little longer. After I was in deep enough for the cool water to be above my snatch, I went for it and dove forward. The water was so refreshing! It definitely perked my nipples right up. As I came back above the surface I turned and watch Jason walk towards the lake, his monstrous boner bouncing with every step. Hot damn, his balls were big, too! Mmm, I couldn't wait for them to slap against me. Well, that's not true. I could wait, and I would wait. At least a little longer. For now, I wanted to enjoy his company, to just talk. I wanted to know what the longing was I had heard the day before when he was talking about his girlfriend. I wanted to get to know my little brother better, before I got to know him in the biblical sense. He waded on in and handed me both beers before dunking himself in. After he came up and pulled his hair back out of his face, I handed him his beer back. "Thanks, sis," he said. Then he pointed to my crotch and said "That's cool, do you do that yourself?" I looked down and saw that my landing strip was visible through the clear water. I assumed he was talking about the fact that I'd dyed it the same blue as the streak in my hair. "I do, yeah," I said. Fuck, his dick looked even bigger under water. -- The next hour was bliss. Drinking, swimming, talking. Julia went and got the second round, and I reached my hand under water and slowly stroked my cock as she walked back, her tits bouncing and her little blue patch drawing my eye to her crotch. Damn she looked good with the water dripping down her skin. I quit rubbing myself as she got closer, though I knew she'd seen it. We were no longer hiding our obvious lust for one another, but it seemed that neither she nor I really knew what to do about it, other than just keep enjoying the view. Halfway through the third beer we decided to get out and dry off a bit, it was getting to be hungry time. We laid the towels down and laid down on them, she on her stomach and me on my back. My seemingly constant boner was sticking straight up, but that was better than uncomfortably tucking it up under my stomach. Julia stared at it for a solid minute, running her fingers across her body and sliding a hand down between her legs, biting her lower lip. I watch with unabashed desire until her eyes came back up and found mine. Lightning shot between us for an instant that seemed to last forever, and I just knew that before long we would be more than just brother and sister. Finally she giggled and removed her hand from down below and asked a question I did not come close to expecting. "Tell me what's up with your girlfriend, Jay." she said. "Uhbwah?" I responded. Christ, my vocabulary is huge. "Oh come on. I know something's up. You sounded disappointed yesterday when you were talking about her. Does she swallow?" It took me a second to realize that's actually what she'd asked, but then I laughed and said "Oh yeah, she swallows. A real cum-drinker, that one." "Oh, well that's good," she responded. I again didn't know what to think. My sister, wanting to verify that I was being sexually satisfied? I guess weirder things had already happened. "What about anal? Does she not do anal?" "She does, yeah. It's pretty good, though her ass isn't nearly as sexy as yours, sis. All flat, and her asshole doesn't look nearly as..." I trailed off, suddenly aware of what I was saying. But Julia just smiled and said "Nearly as what? Come on, bro, no need to be embarrassed." I cleared my throat and tried again. "Uhm. Well, your asshole looks really tight, and...um. Well...um, tasty." -- I blushed and giggled as my little brother told me my asshole looked tasty. That it looked like it was tighter and tastier than his girlfriend's. Now I knew one more dirty thing that would have to happen this week: I was going to have my backdoor tongue-fucked by my brother. I briefly pictured him, face buried between my ass cheeks, tongue running up and down the cleft, flicking briefly over my puckered hole with each pass. "So what is it, then? She's obviously not giving you something," I asked, tearing myself away from my fantasizing. "Uhm. Fuckin' shit, sis, I don't know if I can say." "Oh come on," I said. "This is Magic Cabin Time. No secrets here, no embarrassment, everything stays between us." He cleared his throat again and mumbled something. "What?" I said. He mumbled again, though louder. "C'mon, Jay, speak up." "Fine. Watersports." he said, and looked away. "Oh yeah?" I said. "That's nothing to be ashamed of, Jay. Did she try it and not like it, or what?" He replied, "No, she wouldn't hear of it. Wouldn't even let me watch her." "I guess that's understandable. A lot of people get freaked out by bathroom stuff. Is that all, you just want to watch?" I asked. I was hoping to draw him out and learn what I could do to send him over the lust cliff and make him plow me. "No..." he again replied. "I...um. Well, no. I kind of want a lot more than that. I really just like the idea of everything about it..." He wouldn't look at me while he was talking. I opened another beer and held it out to him. "Hey, little bro. It's ok. You'll find someone who's into the same things as you." He smiled and said "Thanks. You're pretty nice, for an older sister." I pretended to be hurt and angry, but we both laughed and took a swig of the beer. "All right, enough of that. You excited for college?" I asked. We talked and drank for another hour before I noticed his foot was jiggling pretty rapidly. Sheepishly he said "Heh. Damn. Too much beer and talk of pee, now I have to go." He turned away from me and as he got up, his cheeks split and I saw his little asshole. "God damn, talk about a tasty-looking butthole," I accidentally said out loud. He paused and stuck his butt out a little further. It was shaved and everything. He finished standing up and laughed as he said "thanks," before looking around. Presumably for a bush or large tree to go stand behind. Before he could take a step, I finally decided to grab the bull by the balls. "Um. Jay?" -- "Um. Jay?" She said. Everything after that is forever imprinted in my mind. I'll never forget it. "Yeah, sis?" I responded. "Do you want to just go here? Where I can watch?" My heart jumped up in my throat. She wanted to watch me piss! Hell yes I wanted to just go there. "Are you sure?" was all I said. "Yeah. I think I'd like that," she said. "Well, ok. If you're sure. Where, just...here?" "Sure, just don't get it on the towels! Here, just come back over here and face that way," she said and pointed between the ends of the towels, facing the lake. I walked over, her eyes locked to my cock as I passed. Man, it was going to be hard to pee with this boner, but I knew eventually the morning's coffee plus all the beers would win out. I stood and spread my legs just a little, facing the lake. What a beautiful scene! I put my hands up behind my head and thrust my hips forward just a little- didn't want to piss on my own feet. I was just about to let go when Julia piped up, "Hold on. Let me get in front so I can see." I smiled without turning to look and said "Ok sis." I heard her shifting about as she got up from the towel and walked around in front of me. She looked up at me and asked "Do you mind if I'm pretty close? I'm actually kinda fascinated by this." Fuck, could it get any better? "Get as close as you want, sis." I said. Apparently it could get better. She kneeled down right next to me, knees spread and back straight, pushing her tits forward and up, her pink nipples very stiff, her little blue patch visible as she rested her hands on her thighs. She got settled and looked up, her green eyes seeming to bore into me. "Ok Jay. Go for it!" I said "Ok, give me a minute. It might be kinda hard with, well..." I just nodded my head down to indicate my erection. "No worries, take your time. We've got all week!" she joked. I laughed a little, but then closed my eyes. I wanted to look at her, to see her face as I let loose what I knew was going to be a fairly high-pressure stream of piss, but I knew I'd never relax enough for that if I was watching her watch me. Jesus, this was incredible. Finally fulfilling a fantasy, and with my own sister. It felt so...comfortable. Almost...right, even. Who better to share my closest secret with than the person I was closest to, my big sis. I opened my eyes again, just looking straight forward at the amazing view, the clear lake and the dark green woods. My erection started to go down just enough that finally a thick blast of golden pee erupted from the head of my cock. I thought I heard Julia moan a little, but I dared not think about it. I sighed with my own deep relaxation, the kind that you can really only get by pissing outside, hands-free, clothes-free, worry-free. -- I moaned. This was incredible. I don't know why I had never tried watersports before, this was amazing! I was getting so turned on watching my little brother let his bladder go. A dozen dirty thoughts began racing through my head. I suddenly wanted it on me, even in me. I wanted to taste it, and I wanted to cover him in my own. I'd never experienced such desire before, and for my little brother. After about thirty seconds going strong, his boner had lessened, and his gorgeous cock was now pointing more downwards, so he'd started to splash on his feet just a little. He obviously didn't care, as he made no effort to stop, but I saw it as an opportunity. I had begun rubbing my slit, smearing my pussy juice all over my hand, but I took my hand out from between my legs and carefully reached up. I wrapped it around his semi-hard shaft and pointed it more upwards. Cabin in the Woods Ch. 01 He gasped and his stream cut off as his cock began to throb and grow harder again. I said "Just relax, Jay. Please, keep going. Pee for me." I put my other hand gently on his lower back, softly stroking, running my hand over his ass. He took a few deep breaths and I felt his body tense a little as he pushed, and finally that liquid gold burst from the tip of his cock again, splashing on the ground. It had a slightly bitter, though not totally unpleasant, odor to it. From the coffee and beers, I had to assume. I was suddenly aware of my own need, as I'd had just as much coffee and beer as he had. I wasn't sure how I didn't notice it before, but quite instantly the pressure in my own bladder was intense. I knew I could hold it a little longer. After another thirty seconds, the stream lessened to a dribble. My pussy throbbed as some dribbled down the end and ran onto my hand. It was so warm. My other hand was cupping his right ass cheek and I felt him clench a few times, shooting out little bursts of pee. I then had an idea. It was time. -- Julia's hands on my cock and ass were probably the most erotic things I'd ever felt. Her touch was gentle but firm. I clenched and pushed a few last rounds out, then wondered what to do. Normally I'd shake a few times to empty the chamber, but the last thing I wanted to do was take her hand off of me. I guess I could ask her to shake it for me? I was about to do that when the solution presented itself. Without taking her hand off my dick I felt her moving quickly, then suddenly the head of my cock was surrounded by wet warmth. I inhaled sharply and looked down, my penis coming back to full attention. I knew what I was going to see. Sure enough, there she was. My big sister on her knees in front of me, black and blue hair still shining in the sun from the water, her eyes turned down, watching what she was doing, her soft breasts heaving with every breath, her small hand wrapped around the base of my shaft. With her mouth around the engorged head of my cock. I groaned as she put her other hand on my thigh and sucked a little, drawing the last bit of my piss out. My breath was coming shorter as she moved her mouth up and down my shaft, slowly taking more of it in, the soft warmth sending shivers through my body. I grabbed her hand from my thigh and moved it back around to my ass. She squeezed it and started working my cock more energetically with her mouth. I placed my own hand on my other cheek and pulled it aside. Julia got the idea and moved her hand up, putting her middle finger at the top of my ass. She slowly traced it down my crack until bringing it very lightly to rest on my anus. I let go of my butt and put both hands lightly on her head. Her finger was gently pushing against my rear entry while her left hand was stroking the base of my cock. She kept taking more and more of it, her spit glistening on it with every withdrawal, my nerves screaming with pleasure with every push forward. I felt my balls begin to tighten up. "Nng. Julia," I gasped out. "Don't stop, sis." She obviously had no intention of doing so and pressed her finger more firmly against my asshole, moving it in small circles, massaging it. Her tongue was working overtime on my cock, her lips creating a seal against the amazing suction she was applying to it. I was in bliss. I'd had fucking good head before, don't get me wrong, but the fact that it was my sister added a new layer. Down on her knees in front of me, pleasuring me with her mouth, and her finger exploring my most secret place. "Shit..fuck...sis, I'm gonna cum." I barely managed to grunt. She took this as a signal to go all out and plunged her finger up my ass, wiggling for my prostate. She removed her other hand from my cock and instead grabbed my balls, lightly squeezing and tugging on them, and began truly sucking me off, pushing her face so far down my cock she began to gag. I titled my head back and -- And he came. I was pretty sure he'd jerked off this morning, but having been hard all day his balls must have been working double, because this was no light cum. I felt his anus tighten around my finger and his ass cheeks clench. I tugged on his balls and looked up to see his stomach muscles quiver as his thick dick blasted shot after shot of cum into my mouth. My brother's cum. I never thought I'd taste it, never even thought I'd think about tasting it, but christ was it good. His head was back and his eyes closed in ecstasy as he emptied his nuts down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, keeping what I couldn't swallow on my tongue. After what seemed like a dozen wads I felt his body relax. I swallowed what cum was left and gently slipped my finger out of him, still sucking a little on his cock, teasing the last few drops out. As he softened and I was convinced there was no more jizz to be had, I let his dick fall out of my mouth and looked up at him. "Have a good time, little bro?" I asked. "Uh...uhhuhhh" he sort of moaned, still in a total daze. I smiled at my obvious success. Loss of vocabulary is quite the compliment. I stood up and grabbed his hand and led him back over to the towel he'd been on earlier. "Lay down, Jay. Feeling will return to your legs shortly," I told him with a laugh. He smiled and laid down on his back, eyes not really focusing on much of anything. I squatted down next to him and stroked his cheek. He turned his head and I knew that my pussy was spread wide for him, still seeping its lubricants. I "winked" at him and saw his eyes get huge for a moment. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks: I had to piss like the proverbial race-horse. I wanted him to be able to watch, but I couldn't figure out how to give him a good view without getting it on him and I wasn't sure if he was ok with that. So I turned to face away from him, still squatting on the balls of my feet, leaning forward as far as I could. I knew this way at least he'd be able to see my asshole, which he apparently found so good looking. "Jason," I said quietly. "Look." -- It was a wonderful sight. Julia was squatting perfectly, and only about a foot away from my face. Her anus looked incredible; I wanted to stick everything up it. Fingers, tongue, dick. It looked so tight. But she was also leaning far enough forward and was high enough on her feet that I actually could see her soaked slit. And then her golden rain began pouring out. She wasn't pushing, but she had had so much to drink that there was still pretty good pressure. Enough to dig out a tiny hole in the dirt beneath her. I scooted forward, bringing my face even closer. I could smell the bitter urine plus a light musk coming off of her asshole. I placed my hand under the stream and moaned as I felt the warm piss splash all over it. I moved forward even farther, putting my face right up in her ass and carefully, gently stuck my tongue out, touching her puckered hole with the tip. My big sister groaned but didn't move, her pee still flowing freely. I stuck my tongue out again, licking all around her sphincter. It tasted as wonderful as it looked. Only the recent mind-wiping orgasm kept me from being completely hard again. Julia's pee finally trickled to a stop, beginning to cool on my hand. I kept licking her asshole, though, and probed just barely into it. It WAS tight. Finally, she said that we should think about getting back to the cabin. "After all," she said. "it's lunchtime, and that gallon of jizz only whetted my appetite." "I know what you mean, sis," I said, reluctantly pulling away from her backside. We gathered up our stuff and headed back to the cabin. We didn't bother putting clothes on. I was pretty sure even if we had, they'd have been right back off as soon as we stepped in the door. We walked back, each with an arm around the other's waist, hands resting on asses. Julia looked up at me with those bright eyes of hers and said "This is gonna be a damn fun week, little bro." Fuck was she right. Cabin In the Woods Ch. 02 She looked up and gently stroked his face, brushing his long brown hair back. Kissing him softly. She was suddenly aware of the beating of the sun as they were both pretty much out of the water at this point and the trees were no longer shading them. It seemed as if time stood still for a bit.....a few moments or much more, she couldn't tell. "I think we should head up to my place," she said, feeling a sudden urge for some creature comforts. First of all something to eat! Wonderful sex made her very hungry and she was absolutely starving now. And then a lovely cool shower followed by a languid mutual massage and peaceful, long nap. Suddenly she realized she'd presumed that he had the time or desire to go with her, "Only if you want to, of course," she added, hesitantly. "Sounds great to me," he said with a warm smile, pushing himself up and then taking her hand to pull her up also. With both of them standing he wrapped his arms around her and held her close, kissing her after making adjustments to accommodate the difference in their heights, and ran his hands over her back and bottom. She could feel his penis move against her stomach. But it didn't harden. She gave it an affectionate rub as they parted. They each gathered their scattered clothes. Seeing that all he put back on were his socks and shoes she decided to do the same, feeling a delightful sense of freedom to be walking through the woods naked with a naked man beside her. The long walk back was punctuated with many breaks for kisses and embraces and it was late afternoon before they finally arrived. After exploring the options for dinner they settled on a large salad. They shared the chores of cutting up the peppers, tomatoes, onions, cucumbers and mushrooms and tearing up the head of red leaf lettuce. He also found some feta cheese which he added and then mixed up a dressing of olive oil, wine vinegar, a touch of worcestershire sauce, garlic, pepper, and assorted herbs. And they each got a glass of iced peach tea to drink. Neither of them felt like putting clothes on again, and the summer warmth made it comfortable to be naked. And since the cabin was situated more than a mile from the main road, well hidden by trees, there was no need to. They both felt a rich contentment in being able to watch the free flowing dangle and sway of the others' body. They sat down at the table on the patio and continued the conversation they'd begun over the food preparation. She told him about her son, Josh. And he told her about Amy, his daughter. They talked about their respective marriages and divorces and of the other relationships they'd had. As they talked, their eyes often met and communicated on a level all their own; they began liking each other more and more. Finishing their meal they collected the dishes and set them by the sink, too tired to deal with them that night. And after a short shared shower spent soaping each others' body, touching and tickling, and laughing like kids, they tumbled into bed and fell asleep with their bodies entwined. The massage would have to wait. She awoke early the next morning with the sun shining into the room and a soft breeze coming through the open window. She was lying on her side facing the window. For a moment she lay simply absorbing the sweet smell of the air and the warmth of the sun. Then, suddenly, the events of yesterday flooded into her mind. Like images from a dream. Unreal. With profound apprehension she lifted her head and peeked over her shoulder and gave a soft sigh of relief. He was there, lying on his back with the sheet pushed away from most of his body. She turned over on her other side and looked at him, watching as he slept. She reached out and touched his chest, as if to convince herself he was really there. He stirred but didn't awaken. Turning her gaze to his penis and balls the first tinglings of desire flickered inside her. Leaning over she very gently took the head of his cock between her lips, thrilling to the first faint signs of burgeoning. With the tip of her tongue she tasted him, probing at the small hole. He moved restively. His cock was rapidly growing harder, filling her mouth. She put her hand around the shaft and held him as she sucked. She felt his hand caress her back and knew he was awake. She turned and looked up at him, still holding his cock. "Good morning, lover," she said. He smiled back at her, "You know how to wake a guy up right." She went back to sucking him and he continued to caress her back. Then he reached over and indicated with his touch that he'd like her to scoot her bottom over. Without taking her mouth off him she moved herself closer and felt his hand sliding across her ass, seeking her pussy. She opened her legs to give his fingers access. "You're wet already, Sweetheart," he said, with a soft chuckle. "Hmmmm," she replied. After several more minutes of sucking him as his fingers teased her pussy lips and hard clit she moved onto her knees beside him, straddled his body, and, holding his cock straight up, looking into his eyes, slowly took his length inside herself. It felt so good. They were in a different place than they were yesterday. They'd been animals in the wild yesterday. Today they were lovers. There was passion, but it was a gentle passion. A loving passion. She rose and fell on him like the movement of waves against a shore. Leaning over she gave him the gift of her breasts. A gift he gladly accepted. She could feel his hands touching her everywhere, getting to know her, holding her bottom as she moved on him. He came first and she watched his face with delight as he surrendered to his feelings of pleasure. He moaned urgently as his cock throbbed within her. He stayed hard and she continued moving until her own orgasm spilled over her with warm, sweet, gentle power. She pressed her body to his, her face in the pillow beside his neck, and he held her for several long minutes. And then she climbed off him, his cock hitting his belly with a small wet smack, and cuddled up to him with his arm around her shoulders. And they talked. He told her that he needed to get back to his place to feed his cats and get some things done but, if it was all right with her, he would like to come back in the late afternoon or early evening. She said she'd like that. They talked of whatever came to mind, full of the glow of sexual release and their new intimacy. Finally they got out of bed and he got dressed and, after giving her a long kiss and a warm hug, headed into the woods. Still naked she moved around the cabin doing some small chores feeling peaceful and restless at the same time. She liked the feeling. When he got back that evening he found she'd put on a t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of sandals and was busily setting up candles around the bedroom. They enjoyed a long hug and kiss in greeting. Hand in hand they went into the kitchen; she'd already prepared some sandwiches and he put together a small salad with what was left of the vegetables and lettuce. Again they ate out on the patio and talked about what they'd done that day and about their thoughts and emotions. They learned that they both were feeling kind of shocked by the fantastical way their relationship had started and yet, they agreed, it felt comfortable. And they both hoped that it was the beginning of a long warm friendship that would include sexual intimacy. He told her, with some trepidation, that he was something of a sexual explorer and she said that was fine with her, that she was exploring some other sexual friendships with men she'd met through the Internet. This evening they managed to do the dishes before retiring. He took a shower as she lit the candles. And then it was her turn. She came out of the bathroom in her red robe to find him lying naked on the bed. She sat down beside him and caressed his body as he slid his hand through the labyrinth of soft cloth to find her bare skin. She leaned down to kiss him. The flames of sensual fire were fanned and suddenly the robe was gone. They moved through a variety of erotic moods from rough to gentle, from soft to fiercely passionate, learning the touches and words that caused the other to respond most powerfully. Once again they fell asleep in each others' arms. The next morning she woke up needing to pee and made her way to the bathroom. When she was done she walked to his side of the bed and stood watching him sleep. Once again he'd kicked off the sheet and his cock and balls were in plain view. She couldn't help herself. Reaching down she touched the soft cylinder of flesh. He stirred and his eyes opened. "Good morning, Sweetheart," he said, putting out his hand to touch her thigh and then moved it to her pussy. She bent slightly to open herself to his fingers. There was just the faintest hint of dampness. After a moment she leaned over, her breasts swinging, and indicated with her hands that she wanted him to scoot over towards the middle of the bed. Once he had, she swung her leg over his head and lowered her pussy close to his face. As he began to lick her, tasting slight tangy traces of urine, he felt her take his soft cock in her mouth as her fingers gently played with his balls. Her soft breasts with their protuberant nipples rubbed against the bottom of his belly. He reached down, still licking, and cupped the full smooth globes, one in each hand. The mood was one of quiet sensuality. Both of them savoring tastes and textures while at the same time enjoying the sparkles of feeling that came from the sweet activities of the other. Lazily his cock grew hard and her pussy oozed its creamy lubrication. Taking short steps on her knees she positioned herself above his cock. He had a delightful view of her full ass and her pink open lips as she held his cock upright and then slowly eased herself down over him. The sensation of feeling her slippery heat engulfing him was enhanced by the sight of the mouth of her cunt stretching open to take him in. With a sigh she sank down till all he could see were the white cheeks of her bottom. In her depths his cock was surrounded by glowing warmth. Gripping his knees with both hands she began rocking back and forth, sighing loudly as she felt his thick length rubbing against her inner walls. He reached over her thigh and began fingering her clit. Her sighs became more pronounced. She leaned forward and he saw his shaft emerge, shiny with her juice. Then back, and his cock disappeared again. The full focus of their attention was on the happy rubbing created by their intermingled nakedness. Each time she raised her ass her cunt seemed to close around a hungry emptiness. And then, descending, that inner void was filled with an overflowing heat. From time to time she'd sit down hard on him, savoring his probing presence in her depths and they'd quietly talk. "God!" she said, "this feels so good. I love having your cock inside me." "Hmmm," he sighed, sliding his hands over her bottom's velvety skin, "I like being inside you." "I could do this all day," was her breathless response. "Sounds like a plan to me, Sweetheart," he murmured. "It's been awhile since I spent a day in bed." "I've never done that," she said, "just had sex all day." Time seemed to expand. Neither of them now felt any sense of urgency. They wrapped themselves in a warm blanket of sensuality and settled in for a long day of sweet pleasure. Cabin in the Woods, Sequel For background to this story, see my original story, 'Cabin in the Woods'. . . ***** Sharon rang the doorbell as we arrived at Walt and Jean's house. From inside, we heard a muffled "Come on in!" So we opened the door and walked in. Jean and Walt were waiting for us, already naked. "It's so good to see you guys!" Jean enthused. "I've been horny all week, just waiting for you to get here!" She greeted me with a passionate kiss, and started unbuttoning my shirt with one hand before I had even closed the door behind us. With the other, she groped my cock, which was rapidly growing inside my pants, while I returned her greeting by bending down to suckle her breasts. Walt was doing likewise with Sharon, already running his hands up under her shirt and unclasping her bra. In short order, Sharon and I were as naked as our hosts, our clothes strewn in random piles by the front door, and the four of us were paired off with the opposite spouses, jumping right into the weekend's activities. This kind of hospitality, I could get used to! Jean and I were on the floor; Walt had Sharon sit on the couch, while he knelt between her legs. Jean and I were eagerly exploring each other's bodies, our hands rushing all over each other, getting reacquainted with the joys of our 'second' sex partner, who we only saw every other month or so. Jean happily groped my cock, while I sucked her breasts, rolling her nipples on my tongue. We intertwined our legs, and pressed our bodies together, rolling happily on the floor. "I've missed your thick cock so much!" Jean breathed huskily. "He's missed you, too!" My cock was rock-hard and throbbing as it probed between Jean's thighs. She felt it, and hungrily grabbed hold of it and started stroking. I reached down between Jean's legs, and ran my fingers through her beautiful auburn pubic hair. Finding her puffy cunt-lips, I probed inside her with a finger, finding her wet and slick. On the couch, Walt was bent over, probing with his tongue between Sharon's legs, which were spread wide in welcome. Jean and I both looked on with fascination as Walt nibbled and nuzzled at Sharon's labia, eliciting lustily aroused purrs from my wife. He covered her pussy with his mouth, and I could tell that he was licking and sucking on her clit, while she groaned with pleasure. I saw her start to grind her hips against Walt's face, and then she clasped her hands behind his head, pulling him into herself. She raised her legs onto his shoulders, and used her legs and ankles to pull him even more firmly against herself. Soon, she rolled her head onto the back of the couch, and bucked her pussy hard against Walt's face, squeezing his head between her powerful thighs. "Oh God, Walt," she cried. "I'm coming! Don't stop!" Walt, who had never eaten a pussy before we had our first Naked Week at the cabin last summer, was obviously a quick study. Breathing through his nose, he kept lapping Sharon's clit until she was twisting and shuddering through her first orgasm of the weekend. When Sharon started to come down, Walt just kept right at it, drawing another climax out of my wife, and then a third, until finally, she sat up, and nudged Walt's face away from her pussy. "Walt, that was fantastic!" she panted. "Now it's your turn." She stood up and the two of them traded places. His long cock was pointing straight toward the ceiling, quivering with anticipation. Sharon leaned forward and lightly kissed and sucked his cockhead, stroking his shaft with one hand, while her other hand caressed his balls. She made happy humming noises in her throat, and Walt simply put his head back and soaked in the sensations of my wife's mouth on his cock. Meanwhile, Jean and I had settled into a very nice, relaxed 69 position. I laid on the floor, with her pussy grinding on my face, while she was on top of me, sucking my cock. I savored the rich aroma of her vagina as she spread the thick juice of her arousal all over my face. It was very sensuous, very relaxing, and we just savored the sensations of each other's mouths on our genitals, at a leisurely, unhurried pace, for a long time. After a while, we noticed, out of the corner of our eyes, that things on the couch were picking up. We paused to watch as Walt bucked his hips up off the couch, thrusting his erection into Sharon's mouth, grunting and gasping as she continued to suck on it. "I'm gonna come," he told her, and she just nodded and hummed affirmatively. "Oh, God," groaned Walt, and then, with a growl, he emptied his balls into my wife's mouth. Sharon eagerly lapped up all of Walt's thick, milky-white cum, swallowing every drop, and then going back to collect the few drops that had escaped her hungry lips. Jean and I sighed as we beheld our spouses' mutual bliss. I can hardly describe how hot it was to watch my wife swallowing Walt's cum, and see it dribbling out the corners of her mouth. She'd sucked me off many times, but seeing her do it to Walt was even hotter, somehow. Jean got up off me, and went over to the couch, bending herself over the arm. "Come on, Ben," she urged, "Take me from behind." So I got up, and stood behind her. I held my cockhead against her swollen pussy-lips and rubbed it slowly up and down, along her slit, teasingly delaying my entry. "Come ON, Ben!" she cried. "Fuck me! Put your big, thick cock inside me, and fuck me!" Ever the gentleman, and ever the obedient lover, even before she had finished speaking, I thrust forward with my hips, ramming my pulsating rod into her depths. Jean made a little gurgling sound in her throat as I pulled almost completely out of her, and rammed into her again. "God yes!" she cried. "THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!" We settled into a steady rhythm. I bent over to fondle Jean's beautiful tits while we fucked, which only added to the sensuousness of it, as I felt the smooth skin of her back against my chest, and my groin pressed against her ass with every stroke. I felt the underside of my cock scrubbing against her G-spot, and soon Jean was gasping with the beginnings of her orgasm. As she climaxed, she let out a wavering moan, and I felt the walls of her cunt squeezing on my rod as I continued to slide in and out of her. At last, she quivered and trembled to completion. Once I was certain that she'd finished, I gave one last forward thrust, probing to her very core, then holding myself there, pressing into her, until my balls burst, sending a river of my cum rushing into her. And then we collapsed onto the couch, next to where Sharon and Walt were watching us. Walt grinned as he listened to his wife and me struggle to catch our breath. "Now THAT'S the way to start the weekend," he chuckled. Our dinner, such as it was, consisted of smoked oysters, strawberries and dark chocolate, all washed down with a strong red wine. Then we all went upstairs and piled into Walt and Jean's king-size bed. Having begun the weekend by pairing off across marital lines, in bed we coupled with our own spouses. It was good, and rich, for Sharon and me to lay aside watching Walt and Jean making love, like the lovers they were. Watching them in their intimate knowledge of each other was erotically rich, as they knew from years of experience how to please each other. As they mated, Sharon and I were taking mental notes, and even pointing out to each other things that Walt and Jean did, that we wanted to try. Slowly, deliberately, Walt stroked his long cock into Jean, while she purred and cooed with extreme pleasure at her husband's penis probing to her depths. She wrapped her legs around his waist, then slid them down his back, over his ass, and finally, intertwined her legs with his, welding their bodies together as they continued the undulations of their horizontal mating dance. Sharon and I were feeling privileged that our friends would bring us into their bed to share the depth of their love with us. I saw Jean begin to raise her hips off the bed, pressing herself up against Walt's thrusts. I smiled, as I recognized that she'd done the same to me, and I knew that she'd be climaxing soon. Her breathing became ragged, and her hips ground into her husband with increasing urgency. She began groaning in rhythm with their thrusts, and soon she was urging Walt, "Come with me; I want us to come together." Then Walt began to roll his hips, aiming his spear at her core, grunting with every thrust, while Jean reached higher and higher plateaus of erotic joy. Finally, Walt growled, "Here it comes, Babe!" and the two of them were lost in ecstasy while he sent his sperm to join what I'd already left in his wife. Sharon and I quietly gasped as we saw the mixture of Walt's cum and mine oozing out of her, around the shaft of his cock, and trickling slowly down her ass. Sharon and I were a little awestruck at the level of sensuality and sheer marital union that Walt and Jean had allowed us to witness. As they rolled over into position to watch us, we felt inspired by their example. Sharon rolled me over onto my back, and began to slowly suck my cock, which was pulsating with anticipation. Starting with my balls, she sensuously, deliberately wetted every inch of my manhood with her tongue, pausing at the tip to swirl her tongue around it a few times. It was all I could do to keep from coming right then and there. With silky-smooth movements, Sharon slid herself along my body, pausing to wrap her tits around my cock, and give me a sultry tit-fuck before continuing to slide herself seductively along my body until her breasts had come level with my mouth. Sharon moved from side to side, offering first one breast, and then the other, for me to suckle, while she slid her pussy back and forth against my chest. Once her tits had been satisfied, she slid back downward and kissed me deeply; I caught a taste of Walt's cum in her mouth. She slid further down until I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against her opening, her thick, curly pubic hair tickling as I pressed into her. Sharon continued to press downward until my cockhead had just parted her cunt-lips and begun to feel her inner warmth. Slowly, Sharon continued, until an inch of my shaft was enveloped in the moist, sultry grip of her vagina, and then two, until I felt her pubic mound ground itself on the base of my cock. With my two hands, I grabbed her ass-cheeks and pulled her onto myself, pressing my throbbing erection into her core. As we had just watched Walt and Jean do, Sharon and I slowly ground ourselves into each other, until it seemed we were virtually not two people anymore, but one. My cock seemed to dissolve into the walls of my wife's pussy, and every movement of her body made every cell in mine tingle with erotic pleasure. We mated like that, slowly and sensuously, for a long time, before the appreciative gaze of our friends. As I've said before, we have a level of trust and openness with Walt and Jean that we don't have with anyone else. Our lovemaking was happening at a deep level, near to the core of our being, and it was a bit awesome to be able to reveal ourselves, and put ourselves on display, at such a deep level, for our friends. With my hands, I held Sharon's body tightly against mine, enjoying the sensation of her naked skin against my own, her breasts sensuously sliding against my chest, her nipples like little points of erotic electricity sending jolts into me. My hands stroked her thighs and ass-cheeks, feeling her muscles tense and relax with each thrust of her body against mine. With my fingertip, I probed between her ass-cheeks and tickled her rosebud, which caused her to give a little shudder. Finally, Sharon sat up, steadying herself with her hands against my chest. Her breathing became ragged, and each thrust of her hips became more purposeful and determined. She squeezed my cock with her cunt-muscles, in time with her thrusts. In response, I began lifting my hips up off the bed, driving myself urgently into her depths. Her fingers dug into my chest; I gasped at the small stab of pain. Then, with a low wail, the dam of Sharon's climax broke. She was twisting and writhing on top of me, quivering with the waves of orgasmic bliss that were crashing over her. Her legs squeezed tightly around my hips, and sobs of pleasure came from deep within her. The sensations of my wife's orgasm were as intense as anything I'd ever experienced, and I could only release myself to my own orgasm, joining her on a cosmic plane of erotic bliss, somewhere on the far side of the Universe. My body was wracked with orgasmic spasms, and I felt as if everything in my body was shooting out of my cock, into her. I virtually didn't have control of my own body; I could only let the orgasm have its way with me, until it was finished. When Sharon finally collapsed on top of me, and the two of us were struggling to catch our breath, Jean spoke. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," she said. "That's because you couldn't watch yourselves," I responded, between gasps. And with that, the four of us fell blissfully, contentedly asleep. ***** In the morning, with the early rays of sunlight filtering through the venetian blinds, I came groggily awake. Jean and I were in the 'middle' spots on the bed. Sharon was on the edge next to me, Walt was on the other side of Jean from me. Somehow, in our sleepful tossings, I ended up spooned with Jean, my hand cupping her breast, which was a pleasant-enough way to come awake. I began lazily fondling Jean's breast, squeezing it gently, stroking it, feeling its fullness and heft. My normal 'morning wood' became even more attentive, and began to press itself into the cleft of her ass. I don't know if it was my ministrations that woke Jean, but she soon joined me in consciousness. She turned her head to look over her shoulder toward me. "Good morning, lover," she drawled groggily. "Mmmmm. Good morning. You fancy a bit of morning fucking?" I ground my hips against her ass, probing more insistently for a warm place to put my cock. "Mmmmm. I'm always up for a bit of morning fucking." She rolled her hips back toward me, to provide better access to her pussy for my cock. She raised her top leg for a second, then reached down between her legs to find my erection. "Nice," she said, to no-one in particular. She guided my cockhead to her opening, and pressed it into herself. Then with her other hand, she pressed my hand more firmly against her breast, guiding it in how she wanted her breasts to be felt, while we lazily spoon-fucked. It was very relaxed, very mellow and low-key. After Jean and I had been fucking for a while, Sharon rolled over and got out of bed. She padded off down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned, she got back into bed on Walt's side, and began stroking his cock while she watched Jean and me. When Walt awoke, Sharon rolled him onto his back and began sucking his cock. She climbed on top of him, in the 69 position, but the difference in their heights was too great for a normal 69; so Walt played with her pussy while she sucked his cock, and every so often, she'd slide back to let him eat her out, while she gave him a hand-job on the other end. Jean pushed me away from herself, briefly, so she could roll onto her back. Then she pulled me on top of herself, into a missionary position, and we resumed our mellow fuck. Slowly, I pushed into her tight pussy, then withdrew until I had almost pulled out of her completely, then pressed back into her. She groaned as my thick cock spread her open as I plunged in and out of her. When she began bucking her hips up at me, I responded by pounding even more vigorously into her, until she was wailing with the pleasure of our coupling. A few more thrusts, and I was pumping my cum into her again, and she was squirming through another orgasm. Jean and I rolled over to watch Sharon and Walt finish. She was sucking his cock in earnest now, stroking it with her hand, and bobbing her head up and down on his length. I could see, from the movement of her cheeks and lips, that she was swirling her tongue furiously around the tip of Walt's cock. I could also tell, from how his eyes were tightly shut, and his head was rolled back, that Walt was enjoying it immensely. He made a little gurgling noise in his throat and laid his hand on Sharon's back, trying to speak. "Shar-," Was all he could manage before a sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan escaped his throat, and he sent his semen shooting into my wife's mouth again. Sharon made a happy purring sound as Walt came, and she continued to suck on his cock until she'd cleaned him off thoroughly, and his now-soft cock slipped from between her lips. Then she slid herself backward, presenting her pussy in front of Walt's face. Walt was gasping for breath for a few minutes, but that only had the effect of letting him drink more deeply of the rich, musky aroma of Sharon's cunt. When Walt had caught his breath sufficiently, he pulled back on Sharon's hips, and sat her on his face. Sharon was happy to grind her pussy on Walt's face, and Walt, for his part, was diving into her with relish, making great slurping sounds as he licked and sucked my wife. She moaned and groaned with pleasure as she rode Walt's tongue, feeling it probe into her channel before finally settling onto her clit. That caused Sharon to roll her hips at a furious pace until, with a quivering moan, she came. Walt might have thought that his morning duties had been fulfilled, but Sharon wasn't finished with him yet. Lifting herself off his face, she spun around and positioned herself on his cock. At first, she just straddled him, rubbing the cleft of her slit along the length of Walt's shaft, aiming to get him hard again. Jean and I smiled as we saw his cockhead expand while creeping slowly upward along his belly. When she sensed his hardness, Sharon lifted herself for a moment, and Walt's cock sprung up in readiness. "I think he's ready," Sharon said, sending a wink and a smirk at Jean and me. "I can't believe it's Saturday morning and I haven't had that magnificent, long cock inside of me yet." And with that, she sat herself back down, slowly and deliberately impaling herself on Walt's pole. Inch by inch, Walt's cock disappeared into my wife, until she had engulfed him completely. She twisted herself sensually on his shaft and purred with erotic pleasure to feel him penetrating her deeply, as only he could do. For several minutes, she simply sat still, squeezing his shaft with her cunt-muscles, savoring the sensations of being penetrated to the absolute far corners of her vagina. Slowly, she began rocking back and forth, grinding herself sensually on Walt's long rod, stirring it around from one corner of her pussy to another, groaning with erotic joy as she did so. Walt matched her slow rhythm, pressing his cock into her depths, and then relaxing. Jean and I looked on in fascination at the pleasure our spouses took from each other as they mated. Sharon was groaning completely without abandon at the sensations that Walt's cock was producing inside her. Steadily, she increased her tempo, until her ass was practically a blur as she pumped herself against his cock. At last, with a trembling groan, she came, which elicited another groan from Walt as he sent his second load of the morning shooting into her. ***** That evening, someone had the idea to put some music on and dance. Jean found a CD of dance music, and we paired off -- Sharon danced with Walt, and Jean danced with me. Of course, the four of us all being naked, it didn't take long for things to move in an erotic direction. I'm roughly average height -- just a shade under six feet tall -- and Sharon is a bit shorter than average -- around 5-feet-4. Walt is quite tall, around 6-4, and Jean is also tall, being close to the same height as me. So, when we danced together, Sharon was much shorter than Walt, whereas Jean and I were essentially eye-to-eye with each other. As I danced with Jean, I felt myself getting increasingly aroused by the sensation of her naked body against mine. I slid my hand down from her waist, so that I was feeling her ass, stroking her cheeks, feeling her firm muscles as she moved and danced around the room. When I did that, she snuggled herself closer to me, and I could feel her left breast mashing against my chest. I bent my head down, and took her nipple into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue, savoring its taste and texture. Cabin in the Woods, Sequel And my cock got hard. Jean had a mischievous look on her face as she looked into my eyes. She was trying to subtly turn herself to rub my erection against herself. Not that I minded that at all, you understand. We made a game of her trying to 'catch' my cock, and me trying (albeit, not very earnestly) to keep it away from her. We were giggling and grabbing and groping each other as the 'game' progressed. At last, I 'gave in', and she 'caught' me. We stood face-to-face, our bodies pressed tightly together. I felt her breasts mashing into my chest, her hard nipples virtually boring into me. I grabbed her ass, one cheek in each hand, and she did likewise to me. It felt amazing, having her hands sensuously stroking my ass. We kissed passionately, our tongues intertwining and probing the corners of each other's mouth. Jean spread her legs slightly, so my cock could rub against her pussy-lips. Then we looked into each other's eyes, and pulled each other tight, and my cock slid into her. I'd had standing sex with Sharon a few times, but the difference in our heights made it a bit uncomfortable, so it wasn't something we did all that often. But with Jean, our bodies matched up perfectly. Once I was inside her, she put her legs back together, which made her pussy feel even tighter. With my hands, I pulled her onto myself, and she did likewise. Of course, we really weren't dancing any more. But our standing fuck was even better. We pressed together and relaxed, and I felt my cock pressing into her. Her pussy was plenty tight just normally, but by pressing her legs together, she made it feel amazingly tight. I pumped in and out of her; she was quite wet, but the friction just from the increased tightness raised the sensations to an even higher level. I knew I wouldn't hold out very long, and when I felt my climax approaching, I sat on the couch, and had Jean ride me. Soon, she was grinding her way to her own climax. When I knew she was coming, I raised my hips and sent another load of my sperm pulsing into her. While Jean and I recovered, I bent down to suckle her marvelous tits some more, while we watched our spouses. Sharon and Walt couldn't do the kind of standing sex that Jean and I had just done; the difference in their heights was just too much. But they had other advantages. With both of them standing normally, Walt's cock rubbed pretty high on Sharon's belly. If she stooped just a little bit, they could do a standing tit-fuck. And a few other things, besides. Jean and I watched as Walt had Sharon stand on a chair. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck while he hooked his elbows behind her knees, and he could hold her up off the ground. He slowly lowered her until her opening met his cockhead. Then he slowly dropped her onto his cock, her whole weight pressing her onto him. Between Sharon's hands around Walt's neck, and his arms supporting her knees, they could control their movements quite well. We watched in a bit of awe as the two of them humped together vertically. It was obviously a pretty athletic move -- Walt had to be strong enough to support both their weight, and still help Sharon manage the pressure of her own weight pressing her down onto Walt's cock. And Sharon had to be strong enough to hold herself up with her arms. They fucked like that for several minutes; I was amazed by how long they could maintain that position. When they got tired, Walt laid Sharon on the couch and crawled between her legs to finish missionary-style. Walt's long cock pumped in and out of my wife's vagina, until she breathed, "Come with me!" and he sent his thick white cum spewing into her again. ***** Sunday, as always, was our last day together. We had formed a loose tradition that our last day together was 'Threesome Day'. We started with Walt and me taking turns with both women. Walt laid on his back, while one of the women rode his cock, and the other rode his face. After each of the women had an orgasm in that position, they switched places until they each came again, and Walt had pumped Jean's pussy full of cum again. For my turn, I had both women sit on the couch, side by side, while I ate their pussies. I loved being able to lean in close, to savor the smells and flavors of my two favorite vaginas. And of course, Jean was freshly filled with her husband's cum, so I got a taste of that, too. When Sharon trembled through her second oral orgasm, I moved up and slid my cock into her again. I pounded into her furiously, until I left another deposit of my sperm in her box. When it was Jean's turn to take on both Walt and me, she was giddy with anticipation. Jean just loves having two men simultaneously tending to her pleasure. This time, we 'spit-roasted' her - Jean got on her hands and knees, in the 'doggy-style' position, while Walt got on his knees in front of her and I got on my knees behind her. Jean sucked Walt's cock while I fucked her from behind. At one point, she was virtually deep-throating Walt, and my thrusts from behind were pushing her onto his cock. We even managed to time it so that Walt and I were coming virtually simultaneously, with my cum spurting into her pussy, and Walt's into her mouth. When Walt and I had recovered enough from Jean to get hard again (damn refractory period!), Walt sat on the couch. Sharon grabbed the lube bottle and coated Walt's cock with copious quantities of lube. Then she tentatively sat down, pressing not her pussy this time, but her asshole, against the tip of his cock. Slowly, gingerly, she squirmed onto Walt's erection, pausing several times to let her sphincter adjust to accommodate Walt's cock. When he was well and securely situated with his cock in her bowel, she leaned back and spread her legs for me, her pussy open wide to receive me. I knelt between her (and Walt's) legs, and pressed my erection into her. As I penetrated her, I could feel Walt's cock inside Sharon's ass, with only a thin layer of muscle separating it from my own. Sharon groaned at the sensation of two men double-stuffing her, filling both her holes. At first, we just stayed still, letting each other adjust to the ways our three bodies came together. Slowly, I began to pump in and out of my wife. Then Walt joined in, trying to match his movements to mine, while Sharon squirmed and writhed at the sensations of two cocks grinding into her, one in her ass, and one in her cunt. Quickly, she was at the point of climax, and she began to twitch and writhe and moan uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. But Walt and I just kept going, drawing out of her one orgasm after another, until she finally waved us off, saying that she'd had enough. And when Sharon has had enough, there's not much more to be said. . . ***** In our weekend orgies, it's always a little sad when it's time to put our clothes back on, and head home. One last round of naked hugs and affectionate pats for each other's 'private parts', and then Sharon and I were dressed for the 'outside world' again, and in our car driving home. When we got home, it was late, and we headed straight to bed. Once more, Sharon and I got naked, and made love one more time, mellow and relaxed, after the intensity of the weekend. After we'd finished, I was lazily stroking and fondling my wife. "You know, Sweetheart," I said to her, "I love Walt and Jean dearly, and our weekends together are incredible. But it's sure good to be back home." Sharon purred contentedly. "It is," she agreed. "It's good to be back home."