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The Cabin

By: AnonOne



ROOM LOG [July 2, 2000]

OnlineHost: *** You are in "hopeless romantic hut". ***

FXYLDDY 69: hi

AUSLANDUR: hello

FXYLDDY 69: So are you still headed down to lake?

AUSLANDUR: yes

FXYLDDY 69: And are you still thinking about buying the cabin?

AUSLANDUR: lol

FXYLDDY 69: I've always said you Cancer-types can be like kids in a candy shop. . .

AUSLANDUR: Hey you started this. . .

FXYLDDY 69: tee hee

AUSLANDUR: does that mean you will meet me for lunch, while I am in your neck of the woods?

FXYLDDY 69: Rough River Dam is not exactly my neck of the woods. 

AUSLANDUR: Kentuc ky State Parks: Rough River Dam State Resort Park 

FXYLDDY 69: You think every thing is as easy as sending a link don't you? What am I supposed to do with my son and my three dogs and my two birds and my job and my. . .

AUSLANDUR: I thought Jr. was home from U.D. You said he had really matured and seemed to be even more responsible. You said you were ready to meet in person. Are you having second thoughts.

FXYLDDY 69: Yes. You are still married.

AUSLANDUR: Separated

FXYLDDY 69: Same thing. And you spelled it wrong-some English teacher.

AUSLANDUR: lol

FXYLDDY 69: Look, I have said from the beginning, I am looking for fun. The last thing I need in my life is stress. I don't want to be "the other woman." I don't want to be in another messy relationship.

AUSLANDUR: lunch-remember. All I offered was lunch.

FXYLDDY 69: yeah right, Mr. Intensity. You are probably already dreaming up a plan to seduce me.

AUSLANDUR: well. . .

FXYLDDY 69: see

AUSLANDUR: You did say you wanted to have fun. . . the lake is beautiful. Besides, I need adult supervision-otherwise I am bound to do something compulsive like by the cabin without even touring it.

FXYLDDY 69: You are looking for adult something all right, but it darn sure isn't supervision. I know you just can't wait to get me down there and in the water.

AUSLANDUR: I do some of my best work wen wet. . .

FXYLDDY 69: See, I knew you had ulterior motives. I warned you that I had this effect on men.

AUSLANDUR: Yes I do and yes you did, but it is a bit too late for that. Look, I promise to be a gentleman, and keep the flirting to a slight trickle. Deal?

FXYLDDY 69: Lunch? Just lunch?

AUSLANDUR: Scout's honor. . .

The drive down from Ohio had been tiring. There seemed to be more than the usual number of idiots on the road today. Perhaps they, like us, were just hoping to take advantage of the long weekend. I had called you on the phone and the more we talked the more we realized we both wanted more than lunch. We made two sets of plans. One for romance, one for friends. When I arrived in Louisville we had a wonderful lunch. I am not sure what was more hungry, our mouth or our eyes. The entire time we ate, we seemed to savor each glance and slight touch. The prelude was incredible. Perhaps the build-up of months of AOL chatting and flirting was the ultimate form of mental foreplay. The atmosphere over the table had been electric.

A slight damper was put on the mood as we headed out of the Louisville area for the lake region. The highways were even more crowded. At least they were not coming to "our" woods. We had found the cabin listed online. It was the last private area of the new resort development going on in the western lake region. At first you had joked that if we ever had done more than flirt online, it would be the perfect place to "kick" the cyber habit. 

We had always talked about how we would meet. Over various chats and phone conversations. It became very obvious that we were kindred spirits. We just weren't sure if it was to be romantic, or platonic. The best part was that we had become close friends. The only frustration was the perplexing question of the nature of the next level of our friendship. We had decided that we needed a place to just get away and be alone, together.

We talked the entire time on the way south. The rolling hills seemed to push all of the anxious stress out of our minds. I am not sure at what point we had started holding hands, or who had reached for whose hand first-I just liked the way that it felt to touch you.

Turning off the main road, we drive the mile and a half through the woods, on the stone lane, to the cabin. Nestled in the woods, the cabin is somewhat isolated. The nearest "neighbor" is about a quarter-mile hike through the trees. We don't know if anyone is there for the weekend, nor do we really care. We unpack the car and quickly store our supplies and belongings. We agree it had been our good fortune to acquire the cabin. After taking a few minutes to look around, we talk of vague plans for our time here. Little do we know what the weekend holds in store for us. It is to be a weekend we will not soon forget. 

Although tired from the trip, we are excited at being here. Deciding to sit on the porch for a while, we take the folding chairs outside, placing them side by side on the porch. We snuggle there on the porch, your head on my shoulder, as close together as we can get in our chairs. The night air creeps through the trees and softly brushes over the front of the cabin, lifting the scent of your perfume and tickling our minds with the smell of honeysuckle, pine, and spruce. Here and there are the sounds of evening: the rhythmic chirping of crickets, a fluttering of wings as birds settle into their nests, and the quiet creaking of tree limbs. The world around us is preparing to bed down for the night and our thoughts are toward that end as well.

"Let's go for a walk" you suggest. 

"Where would you like to go?" 

"I don't know. Why don't we go down by the lake?" 

"Sure, why not."

I take your hand and we leave the cabin porch. The lake is but a short walk through the woods. We step into the clearing in front of the water. There, stretching out before us, lies the peaceful solitude of lake formed by the Rough River Dam.

The lake seems like a huge black mirror in the moonlight. Its quiet beauty is a reflection of times gone by and a tribute to those who would maintain the pristine quality of life around it. The sky has a few clouds drifting through it tonight and the moon is three quarters full. I hold you close as we gaze out over the still water. The moonlight dances across the lake and gently caresses the darkness. Looking into your eyes, I can see the outline of the trees surrounding the lake. I hold you even closer and lower my lips to yours. Our lips meet in a soft kiss. The smell of your perfume and the tenderness of your lips stirs me. As we press ourselves together, I feel the warmth of your body and the imprint of your breasts on my chest. The soft kiss becomes one of rising passion, matched by my rising erection. At first I am concerned that you will think I am moving to fast, but I feel your murmur and slight moan as your soft body presses around the stiffness. My hands begin roaming your body, tracing the outline through your clothes. I study your body as a blind man would - in Braille - feeling each contour as I explore.

The sight and the feel of your body brings joy to my heart and hardness to my loins. I push my thigh against you. You respond by spreading your legs slightly, allowing me to press into their junction. As your legs open, so do your lips and your tongue leaps into my mouth. It is a welcome intruder and our tongues meet in a wet greeting. Our intertwined legs begin to dance a sexual dance, rolling and rubbing against each others loins. As I press deeper into your valley, you reply by squeezing my thigh with your legs, searching for my prick. Feeling the warmth of your thighs against my rising prick increases the passion of our kiss and our tongues begin to do battle. 

Lowering my hands to your buttocks, I pull you tightly against me. Suddenly, you break away from my lips and body. "Let's go for a swim." Your eyes reflect a mischievous sparkle from within.

"But our bathing suits are back at the cabin"

The sparkle in your eyes becomes a glow. "Who needs a suit?", you ask, and begin to strip off your clothes. You divests yourself of all your earthly belongings and stand there in the nude. Your breasts push firmly into the night air, and your body glows in the light reflecting from the lake. Even the shadow you cast in the moonlight is exciting. "What's the matter?" you ask, "Are you chicken? Embarrassed? Come on!"

As you head toward the water, I realize that you are serious and hurriedly attempt to catch up to you. I strip away all that I possess (at the moment) and head for the shoreline. My prick slaps against my legs as I run. You are already in the water, playfully splashing and waving for me to come in. "I must be crazy," I think, and wade into the lake. The water is warmer than I had imagined and I am thankful for small favors. You are staring at my loins, obviously checking my hard-on, as I approach. The look in your eyes makes my cock twitch under the water.

You lie back in the water, allowing your body to float. Your breasts protrude above the water like a pair of beautiful islands in the moonlit lake. Your legs are open and inviting and I long to float into the paradise your offer. Reaching out in the moonlight I lightly touch your breasts, causing the nipples to become erect. I trace the water line around each breast and kiss each exposed island peak. My hands remain in constant contact with you as I move down your body and between your legs. Once there, I submerge my body until my face is at the level of the lake surface and move toward the harbor formed by your thighs. With the first kiss on your shores, your eyes close and a smile comes to your lips. I savor this first taste of you and my tongue flicks in the tartness of your excitement. I am intoxicated by the sweet, musky, taste and aroma of your pink fold.

Placing my hands under your buttocks, I lift you slightly to gain better access to your cove. I begin gently lapping at the shoreline, lightly splashing water as I tongue your slit. You are very wet from the lake and your own natural juices, and as I continue licking, you become even wetter. Teasingly, I circle your opening, occasionally dipping my tongue into you to pull out more of your juice. You begin to respond to my actions with slight pushes of your hips, encouraging me to find your sensitive areas, and I knead your buttocks in my hands. I search along the folds and find your love button. My tongue rakes back and forth across the hood of your clit and your excitement builds. I love the taste of your body and could eat your all evening. I decide to try to look for your G-spot while I tease you clit in my rolling lips. I slide one hand from underneath you and insert my finger deep inside. You moan and your shuddering body makes small ripples in the water. 

My probing finger waggles along the smooth silky folds of your deepest reaches until at last I find the smoothed area behind the enlarging hood of your vulva. I watch your eyes grow wide and I wonder if any of your previous lovers have done this for you. I continue my actions on your body, alternating deep thrusts of my finger hooking along your G-spot deep in your folds with attacks of my swirling tongue on your clit. Pulling your loins against my face, I extend my tongue as far into you as I can, wiggling it in the space under my working finger to lick the honey from the walls of your pot. Your sweetness melts in my mouth. I turn my attention to your clit and you reply by pressing up and onto my probing finger and tongue. Using rapid strokes, I toss your clit from side-to-side with my tongue. Back and forth, then up and down, and finally in circles, I leave no direction untried as I push you toward orgasm. The response of your body to my actions only serves to encourage me and I pleasure your body with a vengeance.

I have but one goal in mind now - I want to make you cum. It is difficult for me to control your movements and I know you must be close to a climax. Again and again I lap at your clit, bringing you ever onward, until you cannot stand it any longer. Your body begins to shudder as your orgasm hits. I slowly remove my finger, but never leave your clit, clamping down gently with my experienced lips. Pulling your loins tight against my face, I dip into your slit to feel the contractions with my tongue. I want to taste your cum. I lick and suck at you, capturing the juices as they flow from within. 

You begin to relax, but I continue licking and sucking. Finally satisfied that I have drained you completely, I pull you into a standing position. My prick, now a raging hard-on, stands away from my body. You slide along my torso, your thighs close around my rudder. The moonlight shimmers on the water and lights your face. Brushing back the hair from your eyes, I stare into their warmth. We both smile in satisfaction and kiss passionately. Your thighs are warm and I cannot resist the urge to thrust my prick back and forth between them. You reach down between our bodies, grip my shaft, and begin stroking. Your hand slides along the length of my cock, testing my hardness. "I want you," you say, "I want to feel you in me." To punctuate your statement you raise your hips, open your legs, and wrap them around my waist. 

Holding my prick, you press forward and onto my cock. The combination of your slippery sleeve, and your exceptional aim, results in a direct hit. I sink deep into your sheath. 

We moan in unison as the mating is completed and press our bodies tightly together. We pause to allow the sparks of this, our first penetration, to escape then begin the rhythm of sex. Our bodies work together. I slide my rigid pole in and out of the confines of your channel. Our eyes lock together and we savor the moment that we both had dreamed of for months. I whisper your name over and over again.

I begin to get used to your body. I move methodically by inserting. . .deeply, then withdrawing. . .slowly, leaving only enough of my cock inside of you to maintain the union. Gripping your buttocks I squeeze you further onto my erection and you allow your legs to float upward in the water, providing me free access to your body. The lake begins to churn in response to our lovemaking. The once quiet waters ripple from one end of the lake to the other and back again. Like fish spawning we continue our actions.

Pushing....pulling....pushing again. Inserting....withdrawing....inserting....withdrawing....inserting. Just as a needle on a record gets stuck in a well-used groove, I, too, am stuck - in your groove! Holding your flexing ass in my hands, I tilt your hips and pull my cock out, until just the head is tucked in your folds. Driving fully into you I push the full length of my cock into you, hitting the back wall of your vagina. The contact causes us to moan. I withdraw my rod and attack you again. The feeling is intense - for both of us. Time and time again I plunge deep within you. The water cushions my actions and washes around our bodies in a maelstrom. You lower your legs, to increase the pressure on my cock, and wrap them around my waist again. You roll your hips in response to the piston in your chamber and push your clit onto the top of my prick. We try to increase the speed of our motions, but the water prevents us from moving any faster.

The slower pace does have its advantages, however. I have the time to feel your inner walls gripping my shaft as I penetrate your sheath, and you have the pleasure of feeling the full length hardness of my cock rubbing against your clit. We continue to fuck in the water, my cock sliding in...out...in...out...in; deep....shallow....deep....shallow....deep; filling your sleeve with my prick, pressing my cock into you and causing our pleasure to mount. I can feel the build-up of pressure in my balls and I want to squirt my cum in you -- I want you to cum again and again -- I want to feel our cum mix together around my prick.

You begin pressing your clit even harder on my cock and I know you are ready to cum. Your body twitches and jerks as your climax hits. Your orgasm is almost violent and I can feel your vaginal walls close in around my prick, squeezing my shaft as you cum. A few more thrusts into you and my eruption begins. I grab your ass and pull you as far onto my cock as I can to plant the first spurt as deeply inside you as possible.

Pressing into you for the second spurt, I try to place it next to the first; firing my weapon at the target again and again, until my ammunition is spent. As our orgasms retreat, our tongues extend to meet again in passion. We are probably not the first to have made love in these waters, and we will certainly not be the last. But, for the time being, we have been the best. And as stillness slowly returns to the lake, we can hear the waves we have created quietly applauding on the shore. 

We reluctantly wade to the shore and retrieve our clothes, but we do not put them on. We walk hand in hand, nude, through the trees and back to the cabin. Our bodies still tingle from a combination of the act of love just completed and the cool night air.

The Cabin



It was one of those things that 'just happens'. There is no way to plan for it, and- after you reach a certain point- there is no way you can avoid it. It just happens, for whatever reason. And it happens a lot more frequently than some of the more prudish elements in society would care to imagine- which, when you think about it carefully, is really wonderful. At least for those involved, and they are the only ones that matter, right? Of course I'm right. You wouldn't be reading this if I wasn't, would you now?

I could take a few paragraphs and set up the story, I suppose, but there really isn't a need, is there? The setting- time, place and all of that- is really quite simple. And perhaps a little cliche, really. A mountain range, some snow, and a nice little cabin with an equally nice little fireplace that was supposed to be the setting for a friendly weekend get away with friends but ended up being a singularly interesting adventure between my little old self and the only other person to show up. Just why no one else showed up at the cabin I don't know nor do I care. They didn't, but she did and things took their natural course as they sometimes do. So, fate or providence had a hand in bringing us together, alone, in that cabin- either one doesn't matter, but I am grateful.

Oh- did I mention the storm? There has to be a storm, of course. A storm strong enough to knock out the power and plunge my little cabin into darkness that is relieved only by the light coming from the fireplace. Cozy, isn't it? No- wait. I have to introduce our heroine yet. Can't be cozy without her now, can we? Nope. Without her, this would be a rather disgusting tale of self-love, and that's not very erotic. Unless you like that kind of thing. To each his or her own, I suppose.

Anyway...

Now, this is the part of the story where, in those letters sent to certain magazines, the young lady is introduced with a description that doesn't seem to vary that often from the 'norm'. She usually is blonde, with breasts somewhere in the DD range and an equally lush body elsewhere. Now, I ask you- just how many women do you see on a daily basis with breasts that big, huh? Is there a closet where they're kept and only allowed out to participate in situations that lead to letters in dirty little magazines decent people deny having ever seen, much less read? I don't think so, and when I read stories about big-breasted women I have to laugh- fantasies, surely. Big breasted women don't just hang out waiting for the chance to become fodder for a story or letter in a magazine. Sorry, it just doesn't happen as often as those magazines would have you believe.

Daniella was (is) not big breasted, or 'lush'. The word best used to describe her is 'petite'. Five feet tall, maybe a little taller, with slender hips and small breasts. Mid-night black hair long enough to reach her waist when loose, pale complexion with just a hint of a tan, and delicate, attractive features of face. 'Elfin' you would think if you saw her, seriously. At least that's how I think of her- and probably always will.

We met at the cabin one afternoon towards the end of a particularly wimpy winter. There was snow on the ground, barely, and the air was chill. There were also messages waiting for us on the answering machine once we got inside- joy of joys, no one else was coming up. A big disappointment, really. I had been looking forward to that weekend, looking forward to catching up with people I had not seen in a while. Instead, I was left with Daniella, who, while nice enough, was not exactly what I had been looking forward to that weekend. We were friends of a sort- as long as the others were there. We'd just never socialised outside of our little group before, and we were tempted to forgo the chance to do so then and just leave. For some reason, though, I offered to fix dinner for her before we left, and she agreed to stay long enough to eat.

Do you really want to know what we ate? Some people find the little details interesting and 'vital' to a story, erotic or otherwise, but I don't. Not really- details are nice, but they can clog up the narrative. Oh fine- hamburgers. With fried mushrooms and onions. Good enough for you detail-obsessed readers? Well, it will have to be. Anyway, once we'd finished eating, the storm hit. It wasn't too bad at first- a little wind, a little snow. But she wasn't too eager to drive back down the mountain in even a light snow, and neither was I. So, stuck for a while from what it looked like outside, I decided to build a fire. Central heating in the cabin, but that didn't seem right somehow with snow falling outside, so I kindled a fire and sat down in front of it with a magazine (no, not that kind of magazine) and started to read. Daniella sat down close to me, seeming to be a little scared now, and chose her own magazine to read, both of us ready to wait out the snowfall and then leave once it was over.

Silly us. California weather has a disgusting sense of humor, you see. A little rain or snow can become a lot real quick like, regardless of what the weathermen say on television. Before an hour had passed, the wind was blowing harder than I had ever seen it in the mountains and the snow was coming down rather thickly. Still not a problem- at least not until the lights went out. When that happened, Daniella squealed in fright and jumped into my lap.

"A blizzard!" she cried, clutching at me fearfully. Her eyes were wide, and her face was even more pale than usual.

"Not in California," I said, though I wasn't too sure, to be completely honest. I usually spend my winters near the coast, and have a limited experience with snowstorms. I couldn't tell you if a blizzard was starting to save my life. I wasn't about to admit that, though- or my own fear that was just beginning to quiver.

"We're going to die, Eric!"

"I doubt it," I told her. "Look, we have enough wood to last for a couple of days, and food too. We'll be warm enough, and fed. Besides, this'll blow over before long anyway. Then we just wait until they clear the roads, and then go home."

"Are you sure about that?"

I nodded. "Of course I'm sure," I said soothingly. "Even if it doesn't, I can think of worse ways to spend the evening."

She blinked at me then, and blushed as she noticed just where she was. She blushed very prettily, I noticed with a detached sort of calm. She was also very nice to hold- and just how and why my arms were around her I did not know. Or care. She was small, fit into my arms perfectly, and warm in a nice way. A very nice way.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, her voice soft. "But I'll feel safer if you hold me for a while. Childish, I know, but I don't like the sound of that wind."

"It's alright," I said, holding her a little more tightly. The male protective instincts were kicking in, you see. Young, frightened woman, big strong man- happens all the time. And I didn't expect it to go any further than that, seriously. I was just going to hold her, let her fear run its course, and then wait with her until the storm ended. Didn't happen that way, though- of course it didn't, or you wouldn't be reading about it, would you? Nope.

I don't remember exactly when things took a more interesting turn. We were sitting there, me holding her comfortably, listening to the storm and watching the fire one moment and then the next she was kissing me. It was a light, gentle kiss at first, but that changed quickly as we both leaned into it. Our mouths opened, and our tongues danced together for a while before we pulled back away from each other.

"What was that for?" I asked her, just a little taken aback by her forwardness. She wasn't the type to do something like that, at least not from what I'd seen of her over the last three years that we'd known each other. Not a prude, exactly, but she did seem somewhat mousy- shy, almost timid. Definitely not the type to just kiss you out of the blue.

She shrugged. "Staci is always telling me what a great kisser you are," she said. "I wanted to find out if she was telling the truth or lying to me."

Stacy, for those that care, is a member of our little group of friends- and my occasional lover. "So, your opinion?" I asked, grinning slightly.

"She wasn't lying," she said, and kissed me again. It didn't end so quickly that time, but by the time it did we were lying in front of the fire together, holding each other.

"I know you're just being nice to me," she said softly, her voice quivering with her fear as the wind continued to howl outside, harder than it had been a few minutes before. "We're going to die here, I know we are, Eric. I've read about people freezing to death in blizzards, and-"

"It's not a blizzard, and we are not going to die, Daniella," I said.

"Can you give me a one hundred percent garauntee of that?" she asked.

"Well, no- no one could," I told her. "But the chances-"

"I think we're going to die," she said, cutting me off. "And I am afraid of dying, Eric. It terrifies me!"

"Alright- I'll promise you this," I said to calm her. "I'll do everything I can to keep us from dying."

She was silent for a long time, and then looked at me with slightly fearful eyes. "There is something you can do for me, right now," she said, her voice soft. "You can make love to me, Eric. I'm...I'm a virgin, and I don't want to be when I die."

"You're not going to die," I said, although a part of me was screaming for me to shut the hell up at that point. Virgins offering themselves to me is not something that happens on a daily basis.

"You keep saying that, but I don't believe it," she said with a shake of her head. She moved closer to me. "Make love to me, please. Before we freeze to death."

"And if we don't?"

"Then we can just...you know," she said, sounding a little embarassed. "Do whatever we think is right afterwards. But there won't be an afterwards, since we'll be ice cubes by morning, and I want you to make love to me." She was silent for a moment. "I'd rather it was you than just anyone, Eric. I've...I've had a thing for you for a while now."

That was news to me. She was pretty enough, beautiful even, but I had never thought of her in that way. She was just 'Daniella', an intelligent, shy young woman I sometimes hung out with in the company of others.

"Don't you...want me?" she asked when I was silent for a while. I looked at her for a moment, and the answered her with a kiss. A very passionate kiss that made her moan softly. She moaned again when I ran my hand up her torso and cupped her breast through the fabric of the sweater she wore. Her sweater came off, and I kissed my way along her throat and one shoulder and then back to her lips again while she sighed softly and ran her hands over my arms.

"Wait," she said when my hands moved to remove her bra.

"We don't have to do this," I told her, pulling back from her slightly. I wanted her- of course I did- but I would have stopped if she wanted me to.

"It's not that," she said, shaking her head and smiling at me. She went up on her knees, reached behind herself. "This bra is a little difficult to get off, that's all."

The bra came off and went to join her sweater somewhere out beyond the light of the fire. She sat there on her heels then, looking at me nervously with one arm held across her torso below her breasts.

"They're small, I know," she said, sounding just a little self-conscious of the fact. She smiled thinly, reached up and undid her hair, letting it fall down about her shoulders and down her back.

"Still beautiful, though," I said, and meant it. Her breasts were indeed small, barely lare enough to fill the hand I set around one gently. Small, nearly perfectly round, and firm without any sagging at all. Soft too, and warm to my touch. My thumb brushed over a stiffening nipple, and she let out a little gasp. I held myself up with one arm, moved my head towards her to lightly kiss the flesh of her stomach and then the rounded sides of each breast before closing my lips around one stiff nipple. I sucked at it gently, flicking my tongue against it.

"Mmmm..." she moaned softly, putting her arms about my head and and running her fingers through my hair. She jumped slightly when I bit down ever so gently, and then sighed as I lowered her to her back. The slacks she wore came off easily as I continued to kiss and lick at her breasts and throat, my hands running over the smooth expanse of her stomach and thighs, her sighs and soft moaning filling my ears. A sharp gasp escaped her lips when I drew my hand up to where her thighs came together and stroked her through her panties. Then they came off as easily as the rest of her clothing, and I probed her lightly with a finger, making her jump.

I removed my own sweater and shirt and held her close to me for a moment, kissing her gently but firmly before she stretched herself out with her arms above her head and I went back to kissing her breasts and caressing her small, perfectly formed body. Slowly, I worked my way down her torso in a series of little sucking kisses until I reached her pubis mound. Her pubic hair was shaved into a thin little strip, and I kissed and sucked at the soft, fatty flesh to either side for a moment before moving lower. She stiffened, drawing in her breath, when I set my tongue against the outer flesh of her vagina and drew it upwards slowly.

"Oh, Eric! Oh!" she cried out softly, setting her hands on my head and drawing her legs up. I spread her open with two fingers, probed her with my tongue for a moment before sucking some of the flesh about her opening into my mouth. That sent her into a quivering little spasm and drew more sighs and moans from her. She continued to quiver and moan as I circled my tongue about her clitoris and then closed my lips about it in a sucking kiss.

"Oh! Oh! Yesss!" she nearly screamed as her orgasm swept through her. Her thighs closed about my head briefly, and her fingers spread out atop my head as she stiffened and moaned. "Oh! Oh!"

I removed my pants and undershorts and then knelt between her raised legs, running my hands from her knees down along her inner thighs and then back up, looking down at her. Her hair was spread out about her head and beneath her shoulders, her eyes were dark with lust, and she had a smile on her lips. Without a word, she sat up and reached for me, taking hold of my stiff penis and stroking it with both of her small, gentle hands.

"I've...I've never done this," she said softly as she continued stroking me and lowered her head to lick at the tip of my penis.

"You don't have to, you know," I told her. My penis jumped, as if in disagreement.

"Oh, but I want to," she said, licking at me and closing her lips around the head of my penis. She was a little hesitant and awkward, but determined and that's all that mattered, really. She licked at my shaft even as she moved her mouth back and forth along it's length, sucking lightly. I put my hands on her head, guiding her gently, and closed my eyes to savor the moist warmth of her lips and mouth and the flicking movements of her tongue. It didn't last very long, and she was pulling back long before I came anywhere near an orgasm and lay back down.

"Take me," she said, lightly, smiling. Cliche, I know, but she did say it.

I leaned over her, one hand going to the side of her head to hold me up and the other guiding my penis to her. She jumped when the very tip touched her, and then let out a soft, soft little sigh as I forced it past her outer flesh slowly. I put my other hand opposite the first beside her head, and gently moved my hips forward, sliding my penis into her. She was soft as velvet, warmly moist, and tight. Very tight- enough that I almost had to move slowly as I entered her, giving her inner flesh time to loosen about me and accept me.

"Oh, Eric...mmmm...." she moaned out in a bare whisper, her eyes closed and her hands on my chest. Her fingers dug into my flesh and she stiffened, her hips rising slightly from the floor when I came up against a slight resistance and pushed past it with a gentle but steady thrust. She gasped. "Oh! Ahhh!"

I lowered myself onto her, set one arm beneath her shoulders to hold her and covered her mouth with my own as I continued to move into her. When I was completely within her, I stopped and just held her, kissing her gently.

"It's...it's not what I expected," she said softly after a few moments passed with the two of us just laying there, coupled together.

"Oh?"

"I didn't think you would...that you would fill me so much," she said, letting out a little sigh and kissing me again. She moved her hips beneath me, and I felt her inner muscles tighten slightly about me. "It's nice, really."

We lay there like that for a time, kissing and caressing each other, and then I moved out of her part of the way and then back into her slowly. And then again while she sighed and moaned beneath me. I kept my pace steady and slow, moving in and out of her gently as she moved with me. Our pace quickened eventually, but never reached a frenzied thrusting, remaining steady and even as the tension built within us.

"Oh-Ah! Ah!" she groaned out suddenly, stiffening beneath me as her second orgasm took her, shaking her. "Mmmm-oh!!"

I thrust into her harder than I had yet then- once, and then again, my body stiffening as my penis spasmed deep within her, releasing its little gift. I could feel the cum spurting out of me, and continued to thrust in and out of her, my pace slowing considerably until I finally stopped and held her against myself tightly, maybe even a little possessively, and she cried gently.

We didn't talk much after that- we just lay together in front of the fire, holding each other and occasionally kissing. We made love again twice that night before finally falling asleep in each others arms while the storm blew itself out.

We stayed in the cabin for the weekend, exploring the new, interesting turn our relationship had taken and getting to know each other in many, many ways. Not exactly the weekend I had been looking for, but I'm not complaining.

This is not the end of our story, of course. Daniella is an interesting woman, and definitely not the mousy, timid woman I thought she was. She eventually moved in with me, and the two of us have explored the limits of our sexuality in interesting ways- but that, dear reader, is for another day...



The Cabin



As I came into the cabin, you took my hand, looked at me, smiled, and whispered, "I love you and I have missed you," just as your lips claimed mine. My heart soared with those simple words and actions. 

As our lips parted, I whispered, "I love you and have missed you, too," as our lips met again and our arms entwined around one another. I looked deep into your eyes and saw the love that you have for me reflected in them. It made me feel so safe, so secure. I wondered what I had done to deserve such a wonderful gift as you. 

I live each day longing to be in your arms and in your bed. Just being with you makes me happy. Whether we make love or not, just being with you makes my life wonderful. 

On this night I sensed something different about you. I have opened up to you today about a kink and I have feeling that this confession is what has put the glint in your eye. You look like the cat who ate the canary. I have come to love that look because I know that when that look is present, you have been using that wonderful mind of yours. I know that you have been thinking up something devilishly wicked to pleasure me. 

You undressed me by the fire, took my hand, and led me to the bedroom. Our bedroom with that wonderful four poster bed that is ours and ours alone. My breath catches at the sight before me. You have gone to so much trouble for me tonight, I think. 

I see wonderful black satin sheets on the bed with lots of pillows. On one pillow I see a soft blindfold. On each post there are colorful silk scarves tied and on the nightstand there is KY jelly and -- oh my god -- a new set of adjustable nipple clips. 

I look at you, my eyes shining with love and ask softly, "What do you have in mind for me tonight, my Yankee lover?". You reply in a voice choked with lust, "Pleasure. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Trust me?" as you sit on the edge of the bed and reach for me. 

You grab me, and lay me across your lap. "Oh, I haven't been bad." I exclaim as you position me. "I know, but I love to see your cheeks a delightful shade of pink." you replied as you landed the first slap. You continued to spank me as I squirmed in your lap. Not hard enough to hurt, but to turn my cheeks pinks and make them tingle. 

"Onto the bed, my dear." you said as you let me up. "Do you still trust me?" you asked. "Of course, I trust you. I love you and I need you." as I climb onto the bed. 

"Sit up first, please" you whispered just as you reached for the nipple clips. You pinched one nipple until it was so hard that it hurt. Then you attached the clip and tightened it just a little. You reached over with your mouth and sucked my other nipple. You sucked and bit it and made my juices flow. You removed your mouth and attached the other clip and adjusted it just right. 

"Face down, my dear." you instructed me as my nipples burned with pleasure and you claimed my lips with yours. Letting me know that I, this wildrose, belonged to this wonderful Yankee. You placed the blindfold over my eyes and helped me into position. 

I lay on my stomach, my juices flowing, my body on fire. You take each hand and wrist and secure them to the posts. Then you kissed and nipped your way across my shoulders, down my back, across my cheeks, further to my thighs, knees, calves, then ankles. When you had finished your journey down my body, you secured my ankles to the post. I lay before you, naked, ass cheeks very pink, the nipple clips rubbing the sheets keeping my nipples on fire, sending shock waves down my body to my inner core. I lay there squirming and moaning. 

"SSSSSHHH, enjoy. I love you." you whisper in a coarse voice. As I lay there, bound, you leave the bed and undress softly. All the time you are undressing, you are watching me. I can feel your eyes upon me as I lay there, anticipating what you will do next. 

I feel your lips on the back of my neck. You kiss my neck, then nibble, then bite as I feel my body respond to your touch. 

"Oh, God," I moan as you bite my neck. "Sssshhhhh" you whispered in my ear as you continued to kiss and bite my neck. You work your way down my neck, across my shoulders, to the cheeks of my butt, down my thighs, to my knees, which you kiss and nibble. You massage my calves and work your way back up my thighs. I feel your hands on my cheeks. You gently part them, revealing the rosebud hidden there. You run your finger across it, sending shivers through my body. You lean over, kiss it, lick it, then insert your tongue in it. "Ohhhh," I can't help but moan. Then I feel the coldness of the KY jelly on my rosebud. 

"Do you want this?" you asked. "Oh, babe, yes I want this." I moaned as you slowly slid one finger in. I push back to you as far as I can, the bonds not giving. Then a second finger joins the first, in and out. As you insert a third finger, you lean over me, kiss my neck and bite, marking me as yours. I can't breath, yet I take great, gasping breaths as you continue to ply your fingers into me. You leave my neck and position yourself behind me. You kneel between my spread legs and guide yourself into my waiting rosebud. A little at a time. I push back to you, as much as possible. 

"Please, more" I moaned as you slid all the way in. "Sssshhhhh" you whisper as you thrust to me. You reach your hand around and start to play with my clit. My vagina is soaking and your fingers slide around in the wetness. You thrust into me as you play with my clit. 

"Aahhh, I can't take much more. You are going to make me cum." I gasp. "OK, babe" you whisper as you take one more thrust and one more swipe across my clit. 

I am breathing hard, gasping for air. My body is on fire, just at the edge. "Are you up for another tease," you ask. "Oh, god, Yankee. Let me get my breath first. Please untie me." 

"Ok, but you have to behave," you whisper in my ear just before you release me from my bonds. You remove the nipple clips. My nipples are on fire. They are going to be so sore tomorrow. 

You take me in your arms and kiss my face. My blindfold is still on and all I can sense is your presence. You hold me as I slowly calm down. Stroking my back and arms, you help me to come down from the edge. 

"Are you ready, my love?" you asked softly as my breathing calms a little. "I think so, but you will have to stop when I tell you." I breath as you turn me over on my back and secure my bonds again. 

You kiss my lips, taking them hard, but not bruising. "You are mine." you whisper as you claim my lips again. You kiss your way down my neck, pausing to nibble and bite. My juices are flowing as you work your way down my chest, pausing to suck and nibble on my sore nipples. Sending shock waves through my body. Kissing on down further, across my stomach, around my hips, down my thighs, never touching the core of my being. 

You kiss back up my thighs to the junction of my legs. You blow a warm, soft, breeze across my lips just before you lick all the way from the bottom to the top. You slide your tongue into my wetness, all the way down, all the way up. My hips are moving as much as possible, as you take my clit between your lips. You suck and gently bite my clit, as I climb higher and higher. More and more you suck as you slide two fingers inside me. 

"Stop. Stop now or you'll push me over the edge." I scream as I feel the fire about to erupt. With one more swipe with your tongue, you remove your face from me, then untie my ankles. You reach up and remove the blindfold. "I want to see the lust in your eyes." you tell me as you claim my lips with yours. I can taste me on you and I revel in it. 

You smile at me as you position yourself between my legs. I am soaking wet, wanting release. You take yourself in your hand and guide your shaft into me. One long, slow stroke and you are buried in me. You thrust into me slowly as I raise my hips to meet you. Then I wrap my legs around your waist and thrust to you, burying you deeper still. 

"Please untie my hands, I want to hold you." I whisper as I look deep into your eyes, reveling in the lust I see for me there. You untie me, then kiss my lips, as I wrap my arms around you. You can feel my nails rake across your back as we thrust together. I feel your hand slide between us, then feel your finger on my clit. 

"Oh, shit, My Lover, Oh, damn," I scream as I feel the first of the orgasmic waves start to crash through my body. You are thrusting harder and harder as your finger plays with my clit. My orgasm continues, with wave after wave crashing through my body. My muscles suck your shaft as I continue to cum on you. 

"Oh Baby, I love you," I scream as another wave breaks through me. "Shit, I'm cumming" you yell as you thrust to me. My hips held tightly against you as you thrust and pump your semen in me. You cum in me as my orgasm starts to slow. Shooting stream after stream of semen in me as my pussy sucks your shaft, trying to get you further in me. My nails have left long, red marks on your back. We are both covered in sweat as you collapse on top of me. I hold you tight, never wanting to let you go, as you feel my muscles still working slowly. 

"Oh, god, so good. You are so damned good." I whisper as I hold you tightly. 

"I love you," you whisper back as we both try to calm down. 

"I love you." I whisper as we drift, almost asleep. So safe, so content. so happy to be with one another.



The Cabin: A "Perfect" Weekend



It was only a three word email. "A perfect weekend." She sent him a last email message before their weekend away from the city and all the headaches that go with a city. 

All week long they talked about the weekend. But, he never knew what to expect. She always kept him "on his toes" so-to-speak. Nothing was ever guaranteed and nothing was ever planned. Everything would be impromptu and nothing would mimic any of their email exchanges. 

Of course, this always happened. He learned never to have expectations. And, he learned that his lust and his sexual cravings always came last. It took a long time to learn, and his desires showed through from time-to-time. But, fantasies were fantasies and this weekend was going to be real! 

He fantasized about a trip out to the cabin together. He would be ordered to strip at her home. She would blindfold him, shackle him and force him to walk out to her van naked. She would then put him in the van and close the doors. All he took with him were the restraints and blindfold he was wearing. Her van, however, was packed with her favorite toys. 

But, he ended his fantasy mid-week. He knew they had to drive separately and he knew that the real thing would always be different. He drove for two hours, anxiously anticipating the events ahead. 

He arrived about 2:00pm and picked up the keys to the cabin. The cabin along the Kentucky state line was very remote. Now that he had the key, he still had a 40 minute drive to the cabin. He hoped that his directions to her were very good. He didn't want his car phone to ring with an angry caller on the other end. 

Once he arrived, he carried the cooler into the cabin and placed the groceries in the refrigerator. He checked and double checked all the cupboards to make sure all the necessary cooking equipment would be available. If anything was missing, he'd have to buy it before she arrived. Otherwise, he'd have to improvise. 

After putting up the groceries, he took his suitcase into the cabin. He was never asked to bring much in the way of clothing. He was always required to bring the practical items such as his leather cuffs, handcuffs, leg irons, nipple clamps and any CBT harnesses he was asked to bring. He lined the dresser in the bedroom with a white towel he brought and put all the equipment neatly in the drawer. 

When he was finished, he began to remake the bed. After their first meeting, he never forgot her desire for silk sheets. From then on, he always brought the red silk bedsheets with the black comforter. He smiled as he finished the bed, placing the silk pillow cases on the goose down pillows. He was glad he brought the two down pillows. The last time he forgot, he was punished. He'd never forget that. 

He made sure the cabin was tidy and looked at his watch. It was almost 4:00pm. She wouldn't arrive until 6:00pm and he didn't need to start dinner until 5:00. He walked out onto the cabin's deck. He breathed in deeply and sighed as he looked up into the trees. How more perfect can you get? It was a beautiful day, 77 degrees. The cabin he found to rent was tucked away into the woods about 1/2 a mile from the lake, barely visible through the leaves of the tall oak trees. And, the nearest house was more than a mile away. The cabin was fully shaded by the tall trees. It was perfect for any weekend getaway, he thought. It wouldn't matter if it was kinky, vanilla, or a solitary retreat. You couldn't hear a sole. They couldn't hear you. Even wildlife was scarce. 

He relaxed on the back side of the cabin on the deck. He leaned on the railing and looked down the hill. He hoped that she didn't have a problem with height. The road down to the cabin was somewhat steep and he knew it was perched on the side of the hill. But, the drop almost looked precarious. He walked around to the front of the cabin to walk off the deck. He circled the cabin and made his way to the back by the deck. He looked up. It must have been about 10 feet off the ground. Quite impressive. You'd never know when you were in the cabin. It was as if the cabin grew out of the hill. About 40% of the cabin's back end was supported by large posts buried into the hill. 

He looked at his watch, it was 4:45. It was early, but he thought he'd better get going on dinner in case she was early. 

He took his time. One of his pastimes has always been cooking. He didn't bake much, but 16 years of cooking and a few years cooking to make a living showed. He carefully rubbed the ribs with his special BBQ rub and let them rest in the refrigerator. The ears of corn went into the sink and were submerged in the water. With the skill of a surgeon he chopped up several different vegetables for the salad, taking care take to cut each vegetable to it's most desirable size. Once he was finished with the salad, he prepared an olive spinach salad as an appetizer. It was normally served on garlic bread, toasted. But, he decided to serve it with on top of plain toast, Texas style since the meal was a BBQ. 

As it approached 5:45, his car phone rang. He panicked. Were his directions ok? He answered nervously. She warned him that she was about 20 minutes away. He smiled and asked if his directions were ok so far. She said yes, they were. 

As soon as he hung up with her, he grabbed the corn and pulled back the husks. He carefully pulled all the silk off the tops of the corn and replaced the husks, again submerging them in water. Once the corn was clean, he readied the gas grill. 

When the grill was hot, he placed some pecan wood on the sides of the grill so they would smoke and add a bit of flavor to food. He then put the corn on the top grate of the grill. 

He checked on the meat, it was sufficiently ready for the grill. But, he waited longer for the corn to begin to steam itself. He prepared the Midwestern bean salad the she liked so much. He made sure to get the baby onions and baby corn to go with it. 

When he was finished with the salad, the ribs went on the grill. He turned the heat down so they'd cook slower and not burn. He never noticed the time as he concentrated on turning the meat frequently. Often, he'd look toward the sky and watch the birds play in the tops of the trees. 

Before he knew it, the meat was done. He placed the meat on the clean plate and began to turn around. He nearly jumped out of his skin. She was sitting in the chair about 5 feet behind him. 

"That's not the way to great a lady!" she said. 

"I'm sorry Ma'am, you startled me. I didn't know that you had arrived." 

"Well, I'm here. I'm anxious to see the dinner. I'm hungry." 

As he walked in the door, he nearly had a stroke. He forgot to set the table! He wasn't paying attention when he BBQ'd the ribs. 

As they walked into the kitchen she noted, "Gee, did you have some alternate plans about where I was to eat?" 

"No Ma'am, I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention. I'll set your place now." 

"Set it outside. I want to enjoy the weather while the sun is still out." 

As he set her place at the picnic table outside, he also gathered the food and served it to her on the deck. "Not only did you forget I needed a plate to eat with, you can't even remember to dress properly while you serve me. Well, not to worry, I'll take care of that later." 

"I'm sorry Ma'am, I didn't expect you so soon." 

She glared back at him. 

"If you don't want me to bend you over that railing right now and beat your sorry butt, you better strip right here and now. It'll have to do since you forgot." 

Immediately he began to strip, folding his clothes and placing them in a neat pile by the outside wall of the cabin. 

"That's better. Now, you may ready your plate and finish dressing properly." 

He left her outside to enjoy her meal. Carefully, he put his cock harness on and his leather cuffs. Then, he put on his black kneepads. As was expected of him, he also put the leg irons on. For the most part, these would stay on all weekend. He crawled into the kitchen and got his special dish, then carried it out on to the deck in his teeth, placing it on the deck next to the picnic table. 

"Good boy." She said. He sat in his required position, facing the same direction as she was with his knees spread and his wrists behind his back. She enjoyed her meal, complimenting him from time to time. After she finished, she placed the left-overs in his dish. 

Stretching, she stood up and walked behind him, quickly fastening the leather cuffs together. "You may eat now, I'm going to take a bath and relax. I'll be back in a while. I hope you finish all of your meal." 

She then dumped the rest of the food he was to eat in the bowl and mixed it all together. She chuckled as she went into the cabin to take her bath. 

She giggled as she walked up the stairs to take her bath. She new he had a hard time eating out of the bowl. It would give her enough time to relax in the bathtub.

She smiled when she entered the bedroom and bath. The rooms were precisely arranged and prepared as she asked. She wanted to find something wrong as an excuse to punish him. Smiling, she knew it didn't matter. He was her slave. She would punish him whenever she had the whim; regardless if he deserved it or not. 

While she was taking her long warm bath, he was busy trying to eat. Although all the food was mixed together, he was able to enjoy it, carefully selecting one item at a time, picking through it the entire time. It was difficult, his bowl moved on the deck. He tried to move it back so she wouldn't be upset. But, he couldn't help it. 

He began to get thirsty and noticed she left a bowl of water near the door before she left for her bath. He crawled over to the door and drank as much water as he could to satisfy his thirst, then returned to his meal. 

He lost track of time. He was suddenly startled *CRACK*. He shot upright, remaining on his knees as he felt the crop snap into his ass. *CRACK* the crop hit again. "You better finish everything I gave you slave! Don't insult me!" *CRACK* He tried to get at the last pieces of meat, but was distracted by her crop. *CRACK* He began to hurry, chewing as best he could. *CRACK* His ass began to glow and burn. *CRACK* "You better lick that bowl clean!" *CRACK* His tongue ached as he tried to clean the bowl. *CRACK* His knees began to ache as his ass began to burn with fire. *CRACK* 

Finally, he was done. "Finish your water slave." *CRACK* She didn't stop cropping him. *CRACK* As he finished the water, she began to crop his ass rapidly, moving from cheek to cheek. *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* "I suppose your ass is warm now." 

She led him back into the house. "Clean the dishes slave. And, when you're done, I have some exercises I need to practice. I want to make sure I have fun with my slave." 

She checked her list and read it aloud as he began to rinse the dishes prior to filling up the sink with soapy water. 

"Well, let's see. Clothespin practice. Weight practice. Ball stretching. Ball weight practice. Isometric wood exercises. Knot tying. Zipper construction and removal. Well, that should keep us busy for a little while." 

He wondered what Isometric wood exercises were. But, he didn't have to guess long when she got all the necessary items out for all the exercises that he would be helping her with. She laid out a new bag of clothespins, fishing weights, a couple window sash weights, the parachute, several paddles and whips rope, and a heavy cotton string. It was going to be a long night. 

As he finished doing the dishes, he glanced back over to where Mistress was standing. He was so involved in the dishes, he didn't notice that she walked back out onto the deck and was walking around. 

He got back down on his hands and knees and crawled back onto the porch. It was still very light out. However, it was beginning to cool down. 

"Mistress, should I draw your bath?" 

She stared blankly out toward the lake. "No, I've changed my mind. I'll take a bath later before I go to bed this evening. I took a look under this deck. You probably did too. I've got an idea, it's something I wanted to try for some time." 

He sat quietly wondering what her plan was. 

She walked into the cabin as he knelt on the deck. He heard her grab some toys, but he couldn't tell what. His anticipation grew as the cabin grew quiet. 

Shortly after, she walked out of the cabin carrying a pillow sack filled with toys and a blindfold. She walked over to him and blindfolded him. She then placed a thick leather collar around his neck and attached a leash to the center D-ring. 

She tugged on the leash, encouraging him to crawl behind her has she walked down the stairs. He followed as best he could, crawling directly behind her. With the blindfold, he wasn't sure where she was leading him. 

She guided him under the deck directly below some very large beams with hooks. She dug into the pillow case and withdrew two heavy leather shackles thickly lined with fleece. She secured them around his wrists then dug out two similar shackles for his ankles and also secured them. 

She raised his hands above his head and fastened them directly to the large eye bolts fastened in the beam. He was now stretched to his limit, on his toes straining. She then walked over and grabbed the block and tackle she noticed not too long ago. She moved it close to the other eyebolt in the beam. 

She carefully and skillfully secured the chain from the block and tackle to his ankle cuffs. She stepped back and began to pull on the other side of the chain. He was shocked. He didn't realize what was happening at first. 

As she pulled, his ankles were pulled upward and his knees slightly bent. Soon, his ankles were directly in front of him and began to pass his waist. He was hanging by his own weight from the beam. She continued to pull on the chain until his ankles were at the same height as his wrists. It almost looked as if he were hogtied. His knees were slightly bent and his ass stuck out toward Mistress. His flaccid penis and his balls were hanging and now vulnerable for his Mistress's attention. 

He was hanging with his ass about 4 1/2 feet off the ground. Blindfolded, he couldn't tell. It was probably better that way. "Well slave, I'm thirsty, I'll be back in few minutes. I hope the mosquitoes don't bite." She laughed loudly and walked away. 

As she walked into the cabin, the silence became deafening. He really hadn't known HOW quiet it was way out here. The blindfold made him more sensitive to the sounds around him. He heard the wind blow through the tops of the trees. He heard the birds sing and chase each other around the trees. He heard the squirrels chatter and rustle through the leaves. 

He began to lose track of time. He shifted his weight to help relieve the tension in his arms and legs. As the time passed, he became all too aware of the fact that he was completely vulnerable. And, that's what Mistress had in mind. She wanted him to feel how humiliating it is to be left to the mercy of another and anyone who might walk by. He grinned knowing that out in the middle of the woods with no one within miles, he wouldn't have to worry about that. 

His cock hardened from time to time as he thought about his predicament, but it dropped back to being flaccid not soon after as the breeze tickled the cheeks of his ass and his anus. 

He probably hung there for 20 minutes, he wasn't sure. He heard some leaves rustle nearby. It sounded like footsteps. It was his Mistress sneaking up on him. He was so engrossed in his bondage he didn't hear her come out of the cabin. He felt something tighten around his balls. Quickly, he was able to tell that it was a parachute. 

He heard the unmistakable sound of a click as weights were being added, then the sudden tug on his scrotum as they were dropped. His balls were now extended and his cock pulled down pointing toward the ground. She began to swing the weights, making the parachute pull at his balls and stretch them further. 

Suddenly, he heard a SWISH through the air, CRACK. The upper part of his thigh seared in pain. CRACK, his other thigh began to scream. CRACK, now his ass began to burn. After several strokes, they stopped. From the feel of it, it wasn't a crop and it wasn't a cane. The areas struck were uneven. It was a switch cut from a sapling! All he could do now as think about the pain from that switch. 

He felt something cold being applied to his ass. It felt sticky. He wasn't able to tell what it was, but he could tell that it was a thin layer. Within seconds, he felt a mosquito land on his ass. He began to wiggle. The weights began to sway and tug at his balls. He stopped wiggling to stop the weights. Then, he was bit. It was a long bite and he couldn't do anything about it. He heard her rummage though the pillow case looking for something. Then, his mouth was forced open and a gag was forced in and fastened around his head. 

Another mosquito landed on his ass and began to bite through his ass looking for blood. He heard a giggle. He tilted his head. Something wasn't right. SMACK! Something landed on his ass where the first mosquito landed. SMACK! The other mosquito met the same fate. Then, he heard a chuckle as another mosquito landed. "I've always wanted to practice killing mosquitoes with flyswatters and paddles." 

He began to protest. This wasn't his Mistress's voice! The gag in his mouth kept him silent. He began to struggle as the mystery woman swatted his ass killing another mosquito just as another landed. From the deck above, he heard his Mistress laugh as she walked toward the steps. Who was this woman? His mind raced with fear. Did his Mistress plan this? She continued to chuckle at the site of her slave as she walked close to the other woman.

Both women stood and looked at the pathetic slave, hanging from his wrists and ankles. "slave, meet Mistress 'X'. You'll serve her as you do me this weekend. You won't hesitate to serve her with the same devotion you give me." 

His Mistress removed the weights attached to his parachute. He shifted his weight, testing his now free testicles. She removed the parachute and attached a strap to his cock. He heard a loud clink as she attached a chain to this strap. "Let's see how well we can stretch this little thing," she said as she attached a brick to the chain, pulling his cock downward. He groaned as his cock strained downward, pulling his erection against its rigid upward position. 

Both ladies laughed as they looked at his ass, speckled with mosquito bites and dark red marks from Mistress X's earlier target practice. Mistress X picked up a crop and began to smack his thighs. He grimaced each time she moved closer to his balls, making sure to put a little more wrist into her strokes. 

His Mistress began to flog his ass, making sure to curl the ends of the flogger in order to zap his scrotum with each stroke. He jumped at each stroke as it stung his ass and balls. The brick yanked at his contorted cock with each jump. 

Mistress X put the flogger down. He heard what sounded like a box being opened. He couldn't tell. She lit a match, suddenly, he heard a loud his. He couldn't make it out. He began to feel his skin being poked with what felt like pins. They pricked his skin rapidly and he suddenly realized that she was holding a sparkler over his body. She let the hot sparkles fall and dance of his body, holding the sparkler about 2 feet away so she wouldn't burn him. 

She moved the sparkler around his body, frequently stopping near his cock and balls. His Mistress grinned and chuckled as he began to jump in nervous excitement anytime a hot one landed in a sensitive area. 

"Oh Darn," exclaimed Mistress X. 

"What's wrong?" asked his Mistress. 

"We're out of sparklers now. What can we do for fun and games now?" 

His Mistress chuckled, "well, let's take him down, re-tie him up by his wrists, attach a spreader bar and play firecracker." 




The Cabin Adventure Ch. 01



This story, while it stands alone, does not give the full description of Isabella.  Please feel free to read previous stories to get the feel of her properly

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Isabella and I had been dating quite some time and lately it seemed most of our dates seemed to be spent on the couch, cuddling and watching television. Not that those things are bad, because, they aren't and I love my time with her, but, sometimes it's nice to just get out. 

I was sitting at work when her familiar text tone ringed my phone: "I have an idea: tomorrow night will be Date night, so pick me up at home around 5". I saw that and a smile crept on my face, intrigued as to what she had planned. 

I thumbed a response, knowing I probably wouldn't get the answer I was looking for, but, I thought, 'Oh what the Hell, if I don't ask, I'll never know'. So, I asked what she had planned.

A few minutes went by. I looked at my phone a few hundred times and right as I put it down, it beeped. I quickly opened the text and was greatly frustrated, but oh in such a good way. All she had written was "You shall have to wait". One of my pet peeves is to not know something or being surprised with something. But, I also know Isabella; anything she has a surprise is going to be good!

That night when I got to her place, it was business as usual. I was greeted by the same hello, the same smile and the same business I expect to see every night, with no hint of what might be in store. 

That evening, I dropped a few hundred hints, trying to get her to talk about what she had planned. Every trailer that played on television that night caused me to look at her to see if there was maybe a hint that she had plans to take me to one. Every restaurant commercial I did the same. Nothing. All I saw were just those beautiful blue eyes shining and that ever present smile. 

That night we went to bed early, and although she fell right to sleep, I smiled with her in my arms and stayed up for the next few hours hoping maybe she would talk in her sleep so I could figure out her devious plan. No such luck. But, at least I tried, right?

The next day I was thinking about her all day. I thought of her eyes. I thought of her beautiful lips. I thought of how wonderful her smile was. I thought of her perfect body, her hourglass figure, and how perfect her breasts were. Oh my, how perfect they are....

When I looked up at the time and realized it was getting closer to 5pm, I grew even more excited. I felt that familiar feeling of the warm blood rushing, causing my pants to tighten around my rising manhood. I had no idea what Isabella had in store for me, but I knew one thing, that woman knew how to turn me on.

It was finally time to go pick her up, so I drove over to her place and as I pulled into the drive, Isabella walked out. She was wearing a red blouse and a black skirt. Wow!! And as I looked up and down her body, I saw her smile, knowing that I was already having a great time.

Before I could get out, she raced to the door and slid into my Jeep. I leaned over and she kissed me. It was the most perfect kiss. Her lips, moist, lingered for a moment and pulled my lower lip lightly into her mouth. She then smiled and told me to head on down the street and head south on the highway. I pulled away from the curb and headed down the road. As I did, I reached over and caressed her leg. Her legs are so smooth, and lightly muscled, giving them the most fantastic shape. 

I pulled my hand away for a moment as we moved onto the highway to shift gears and I must have delayed a little long, as after a few moments, Isabella's hand found mine and pulled it back to her thigh. She giggled a bit, smiled, and then pulled my hand just under the hem of her skirt. I nearly took it a bit further but she squeezed my hand, letting me know it was to stay!

As we continued south, to the unknown location, I began making small circles on her leg and slowly moved my hand further up her leg. Isabella sat back in the seat and a small moan escaped her lips. Her legs, voluntarily or involuntarily, I'm not sure, began opening and closing. 

A few moments later, she slid her hips slightly up and forward, giving me a bit more access to her upper thigh. As I continued my caressing, I could feel the heat beneath her skirt. The heat in my own pants was rising as well, and pretty soon I was going to need to adjust, or I was going to be quite uncomfortable. 

Isabella slid her hips slightly up and forward as the warmth beneath her skirt began to be unbearable. Her legs spread as my hand crept further and further up her leg. I looked over and saw her eyes were mostly closed, her lips pursed as she controlled her breathing and moved forward, forcing my hand to meet her warm panties. I felt the slick material against my fingers and as I pressed further, I felt her wetness creeping through the thin fabric. 

She made a small sound as my fingers felt her swollen labia thru the fabric. My mind was going wild as I was trying to pay attention to the road and at the same time, picture my actions and also picture the color of her panties. I know, crazy, but, it was driving me nuts not knowing. 

Isabella spread her legs even further and I reached past the thin material and spread her warm lips. I slid my finger up and found her swollen bud. Her clit was so hard and I could almost swear I could feel it pulse. As my finger and thumb slid around it and lightly pumped it (she really likes that when I do that), her breath caught for a moment. As she began to exhale, she let out the sexiest moan. 

There are many beautiful things in this world, and one is definitely Isabella. But when she moans... Wow!! That can be one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard!! Someday, I'm going to have to record it, just to listen to and put a smile on my face on those not so good days.

I let my fingers fall up and down, in and out as we moved down the road. Suddenly, as I thought she might be coming close to orgasm, she sat up quickly and closed her legs, trapping my hand! "Here" she said, pointing at a dirt road off to the right. "Turn right here".

I turned down the road, excited to see what was next on the agenda. At the same time, I was mildly disappointed Isabella had stopped my fun filled groping and still had my hand trapped between her legs. A few moments later, she slightly opened her legs and smiled as she removed my hand. Damn... 

I took my hand back, but threw back the sheepish look I was going to offer, and instead, since my fingers were still a bit wet, I looked at her with a most serious look and slowly cleaned off her juices with my tongue. Isabella raised her eyebrows, gave a sultry smile, and then giggled. 

The road began to turn and I could see a cabin in the distance. The road stopped beside the cabin, and I looked over at her again. She pulled her skirt back over her thighs and her smile grew exponentially.

I pulled up to the cabin and shut off the Jeep. Before I could get my door open and do the chivalrous action of opening her door, Isabella had already jumped out and closed the door. She moved to the cabin door. I had to stop for a moment and look. What an amazing body. The way her blouse flowed across her chest, but came close at the waist; the way her skirt hugged her amazing ass and trailed along her athletic thighs... I could barely hold back.

Isabella waited by the door and as soon as I was within reach; she grabbed my hand and led me through the front door. Once we were inside, she turned and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in for a kiss. My hands went around her, one on her shoulder and the other moving across her warm lower back, pulling her against me. Our tongues danced a wonderful waltz and it didn't take long before I felt her hips unconsciously press against mine. I could feel the warmth against my growing erection. As her hips opened up and she pressed her mound against it, Isabella moaned into my mouth, causing me to become even more aroused. She pressed even deeper and although my mind was full of an amazing amount of distraction, I could feel the precum start to load in the tip of my cock. It seemed she could feel it too as she moaned again, her hands leaving my head and moving down my back, to my waist. 

I hated to break the kiss but I reached down so I could unbutton her blouse. She obviously didn't want to stop kissing either as she kissed me, broke off, and kissed me again as she undressed me. 

As soon as my pants hit the floor, I looked down at Isabella. She was gorgeous. Her skin was radiant. Her breasts were swollen and heaving as she stood there wearing only a red bra and red lacy thong. I took a step back and could see her pussy was stretching the material between her legs; she was ready.

She stepped back up to me and with one move, ripped down my boxer briefs. They hit the floor and her tongue began probing my mouth again as she put her hand around my extremely hard cock, caressing it slowly, squeezing the shaft hard and letting her fingers tickle the head before going back for another stroke. She turned quickly, not letting go, and led me to the back of the cabin by my penis, to the bedroom. 

She turned as we approached the bed, and as she did, she smiled. I reached down and removed her panties, kissing her belly and hips as I did. I came back up, and slowly reached back to release her bra as I went in for another kiss. As the fabric fell off her back, I reached up and moved my hands across her wonderfully smooth flesh. I felt her nipples harden even more under my touch. Her breasts were perfect, spilling slightly from my large hands, her nipples catching between each finger as I moved them in a circular motion. 

Isabella spoke for the first time in several minutes: "I want you".

Never have I heard better, more exciting words, and my erection jumped at the sound of her voice and again at the content. She looked down at the cock that had just jumped against her hip and she saw the precum that had formed. She reached down with her finger, and I expected her to maybe spread it along the head, but instead she pulled the viscous fluid onto her finger and brought it up to her tongue. I wasn't sure if I could even possibly be more turned on at the moment when she licked it off, cleaning her finger and moaning. I wasn't sure if it was for my benefit or if she was as turned on by doing it as I was watching it. She closed her eyes for a moment, as if savoring the flavor, then rushed forward. Our tongues crashed together and I felt her use her hips to reposition my hard member at the top of her mound.

We began moving against each other. My cock was so hard rubbing against her lower abdomen and I could feel the warmth of her breasts against my bare chest. As we would move in position, I could feel how hard her nipples were as they would graze my skin, continuing to build the intensity of my arousal. I opened my eyes for a moment, and saw we were very close to the bed. I took advantage of the moment and broke off the kiss long enough to push her back. 

Isabella's eyes widened as she fell backward, and before she could recover, I slid my body along hers, kissing quickly across her belly, the bottoms of her breasts, each nipple and finally along her right collar bone. Her legs opened and I felt her hand grab onto my cock. I so badly wanted to taste her first, but Isabella had other ideas as I felt her rub my hardness along her very wet slit. She positioned me and held on for just a moment before she repeated her words from before: "I want you".

I tried to enter slowly, but as I felt her lips part and the warmth envelope my swollen manhood, my cock decided it had a mind of its own and took advantage of her wetness. I slid into her, with one, long, deep stroke. I felt her wonderful sheath envelop me, her tightness spread around the thickness of my shaft. 

As I was in as deep as I could be, I felt her throb from inside, her cervix pressing against the head of my penis. She let out a moan, one that sounded mixed with feelings of fullness, pain, pleasure and need. I held there for just a few moments, letting her body relax around my invasiveness. 

She became an animal suddenly, pulling my face to hers, and her hips driving upward to meet mine. I started to piston in and out, feeling her lips slid along my shaft, pull inward and flow outward. I couldn't believe how hot she was inside and out. The passion of her kisses increased as I put more weight on her, pressing my shaft against her clit. 

I had to shorten my strokes, but as I did, she pulled me deep and I felt spasms against my cock, driving me mad. I sat up and threw her legs up, placing her feet against her chest. I didn't want to cum, but I wasn't ready for her to either. So, knowing that this position would put me against her g-spot, but leave me in control, I moved my hips so the head of my penis would rub against her sensitive area. Several minutes I stayed in this position, delivering her pure pleasure, while I looked upon her body. She was so beautiful below me. 

Her hands pulled at the sheets, pulled at the pillows, and occasionally, when she was completely unaware of her actions, I saw her caress her own nipples, which were sticking up into the cool air. As the sheen on her breasts from her sweat started to increase, I felt the pressure inside her build again. It was time.

I quickly pulled out and as she looked up with a feeling of abandonment, I placed my head between her legs. She tried to push me away, but, I could tell she was feigning. It was easy to tell, as her hand attempted lightly to press me away, her hips slid forward until coming into contact with my chin. Her lips were so swollen and engorged and I could see her clitoral hood rising from the pressure of her erect little bud. 

I lightly slid two fingers into her still open pussy and pressed slowly against the sides as my tongue finally reached up to her clit. Her body rocked and jumped from the touch and I knew I was in the right area. I curled my fingers and kept them in an open "V" stroking the outer sides of her g-spot. I took her clit in between my lips and started using my lips to stroke her sensitive button. 

I could hear her moaning, and trying to hold onto reality as I used my lips and fingers to caress her. With my free hand, I travelled up her body and found her left breast. I lightly pinched her nipple and let go. I then timed my pinches. I would squeeze as I would suck in on her clit, then release with my fingers as I would release with my mouth. I could feel her pussy flooding inside as I continued to stroke. 

It wasn't long before suddenly I felt her tighten, her moans become more of a growl, and I moved my fingers to pull down on her g-spot, pulled her clit in my mouth and squeezed harder on her nipple. One of her hands grabbed my hair and the other grabbed the sheets as her growl turned into a scream of pleasure. Her hips moved up and down, ravishing my face as her orgasm flowed. I was rewarded with a mouthful of her fluids as I released her button and moved down, taking my fingers out and replacing them with my tongue. Her orgasm lasted nearly a minute and I nearly thought she fainted as she didn't breathe after her screams and convulsions. Finally I heard the intake of breath and her slight mewing as I kissed her inner lips in the most loving and intimate manner I could.

Isabella pulled me up, and brought her mouth to mine. She kissed me in a most uncivilized and purely sexual way, even tasting her own juices off my lips and beard. My cock was so hard at this point and slipped deep within her again. She continued to kiss me as I pumped into her. 

She pushed me off and rolled me over. She then went down and began licking her own orgasmic juices off my cock. Her hand moved quickly up and down as she licked me from the top of the head to the bottom of my shaved balls. She took the time to pull each ball into her mouth while stretching out my cock with her hand. I was getting so close to cumming. I so wanted to come in her. 

I told her I was close and wanted to come in her. She changed positions and placed one of her hands on my thigh, trapping me against the bed and the other began to work my shaft quicker and more firmly as she sucked on the sensitive and swollen head. I couldn't help but thrash on the bed below her. I screamed "I'm gonna cum" and as I did, I felt Isabella reach down and press on my asshole as she took my entire cock in her mouth. I couldn't help it. I came. I came hard. The entire world stopped as all I could feel was the amazing sensation of the ultimate orgasm as she swallowed both my semen and my cock while pressing against me. 

I shivered. I screamed. I nearly cried. I could not believe the emotion or the physical feeling Isabella gave me. After a few moments, before my cock had a chance to soften, I felt her climb up my body, place my cock in her swollen pussy, and she collapsed on my chest. She kissed me. She kissed me deeply, and I could taste her, I could taste me, and due to my love for her, it never once bothered me. While we kissed, I felt her pussy pulsing around my cock. Before long, it softened and we just laid there, my arms wrapped around her, stroking her back.

She lifted her head after a while and asked how it was. "Amazing" was all I could say. And it was true. 

She looked at me, smiled, and exclaimed, "Just wait till later. There's a hot tub here, and I have plans for more tonight!" 

I just smiled. In Heaven. A hot tub? Yes!



The Cabin Adventure Ch. 02



When I woke up, Isabella was lying next to me. My right arm was under her head, my left arm over her body. My hand was warm and was covered by hers, held firmly against her right breast, nestled in my hand. I lightly squeezed to see if she was awake. There was no response. 

Well, that's not entirely true. As soon as I squeezed, I felt my cock start to swell. I felt that warm familiar feeling and the pulsing inside as it slowly expanded, pressing deeply into the cleft of her beautiful ass. Instinctively, and before I could stop myself, pressed my hips forward, feeling the warm head move along the crack of her ass. 

I felt her nipple harden in my hand and felt her stretch, then move her hips to meet mine. As my cock slightly opened her cheeks, I hear a moan escape her lips. She turned her head toward me, and smiled. "Hey" she said as her beautiful blue eyes narrowed in a look of both lust and happiness.

We were still in the Cabin; its bed covered in lightly wrinkled heavy thread count white sheets. There was little evidence of our previous romp earlier, as both of us had cleaned each other up with our mouths. As she leaned into kiss me, I could still smell her on my lips. We kissed and she rolled, her hand replacing her ass cheeks on my hardness.

While we kissed, she slightly opened her legs and pulled my cock against her clit. She rubbed it up and down, pressing her hips in and out, masturbating herself with my own flesh as her personal toy. I didn't complain. I could feel my precum lubricating her upper folds and as her lips and hood swelled against me, I became even more turned on. Our tongues danced during this game of pleasure and all of my senses were on fire. I could hear her breath, her gentle moans; I could taste her lips and tongue against mine; and I could smell both of our scents on our lips, noses, cheeks and chins as we traded movements.

Before long, Isabella rolled me over and climbed on me again, for the second time today. As she guided me in, I could feel how hot and wet she was. Although my size had not changed, she was so much tighter this time, swollen from our earlier encounter. It took several strokes for me to get my large swollen head to break past the tight inner lips of her wonderfully warm vagina. She was breathing heavy and let out a long, purposeful breathe as she put all her weight down, causing my cock to slowly fill her completely. She pulled up a little as her lips had become stuck against me. As she did, I felt her pussy spasm slightly and she moaned, one of my favorite sounds...

She began rocking back and forth at first, using her hips to keep me deep, but causing her clit to rub against the short hairs on my pubic area. Before long, her head began to roll and my hands caressed her breasts in the same rhythm. I reached down and placed my hands on her hips and as I did, Isabella began to slowly pull up, allowing my cock to slide partially out. The feeling was intense, and before I could fully appreciate it, she slid it back in. I playfully twisted her nipples and she began riding my cock, slowly, letting it drive completely inside her.

I watched her face as she had her eyes closed and her lips slightly open. She was so beautiful and looked like she was in some sort of Heavenly concentration. As she would pull up, I could feel her squeeze my cock. She would then stop for just a moment and relax her pussy as she let me slide back in. I tried move my hips and she stopped me "No, you need to lay there and enjoy, this is for you". I felt the love and as soon as I relaxed, I felt more moisture escape her pussy, coating my cock. I was so turned on.

She continued for several minutes, her pussy milking my cock. I felt her muscles begin to spasm, as though she was close to orgasm, and before I could do anything, I felt it happen. All that movement sent her over the edge. She tightened her thighs against mine and I felt her squeezing and throbbing against me. Her moaning sounded nearly like cries between breaths as her body shuddered on top of mine. My hips pulled away and I entered her deeply mid-orgasm and she nearly drew blood as her fists came down and grabbed at my chest. Her face could not have been more beautiful as I watched her in the throes of pleasure. 

She collapsed, her body sweating, and covered me. Out of breath, she just laid there. I was still hard, and I had only partially moved out of her. Her pussy still contracted on and off around me, stimulating my manhood and exciting my imagination at the same time.

Isabella rose slightly and kissed me. We continued to lay there for a bit and suddenly, as if she had a most amazing idea, she slid off me, and led me to the kitchen. 

The Cabin was somewhat dark as we had been there a while and the ambient light had been lost from the outside as the sun had begun to go down. Isabella reached into a cabinet and poured a glass of wine. She then leaned down below the counter and returned with a cold bottle of water. She knew I didn't drink, so, the thought that she wanted to please me put a huge smile on my face. Plus, I got to look at that amazing ass as she bent over, which, certainly helped!

Isabella took a long drink of her wine, draining the glass. She laughed as I shook my head with a smile. A moment later she had another full glass and fingered the air, indicating I was supposed to follow. We went out the back door of the cabin and it was an amazing view. There was my Isabella, her beautiful womanly form, walking along a warm cedar deck toward a hot tub. There were tiki torches on the corners of the Jacuzzi and as the sky was darkening, I knew we would be lighting them soon. I imagined the look of the shadows created by the flames crossing her body later. 

The sky was the most beautiful array of dark purples, pinks, yellows, and reds as the sun was falling behind the woods surrounding the cabin. Isabella parked her drink on the side of the Jacuzzi and I watched as she methodically raised her long leg over the edge. As the second one went over the edge, I could see how swollen and pink her sex was. I was a bit concerned, as in times before, due to my thickness; it could be days before we could have sex again after a long session together. I hoped the hot water would soothe her. I know, it was a bit selfish, but, I have never had a lover like Isabella, and I craved her constantly. I could never get enough.

I climbed into the Jacuzzi and I put my hand up on the side. Isabella cuddled against me, under my arm and we just relaxed as the sunset turned to darkness. As the last of the light was fading, I saw the lighter on the side. I got up and moved to each corner, lighting each torch. When I finished, I sauntered back to my previous seat. Isabella had just a tiny bit left in her wine glass and gulped it. She smiled and looked at my flaccid penis dangling above the bubbles of the warm water. "Mmmmmm" she exclaimed. I had always been embarrassed by the small size of my penis when it was soft, but she had always made me feel comfortable, unlike anyone else I had ever been with. I did the helicopter swing with it and we both laughed. 

As I came to my seat, I took her empty glass from her. I reached over to the corner to put it down and as I did, I felt both her hands grab my hips and I felt her mouth, still cool from the wine, envelope my soft penis. She rolled it around in her mouth and within seconds, I felt it engorging with blood. It grew several times its flaccid size and pretty soon was stretching her mouth.

She lightly bit down on the shaft and this time it was my turn to moan. She would bite, then release, then bite, then release as she eased it out of her mouth, her final bite right on the crown of the head. That last bite caused my balls to feel a familiar swelling and warmth as they produced another load of sperm. I concentrated so hard to not come as she then took the flat of her tongue and made love to my cock with her mouth. At the moment I could not handle it any longer, I pulled away from her and plunged myself under the water. 

I leaned over and kissed her; a long passionate kiss. She stood up slightly and circled me, her pussy lining up with my cock. Her breasts looked amazing, half submerged and I squeezed each before lowering my hand beneath the water. I pulled my erection straight up and she lowered onto me. Even in the water, she was so wet, no additional lubrication was needed. I could tell she was uncomfortable due to the swelling caused by our earlier activities, but lust had taken over. 

My hands slowly caressed her back as she slowly rode up and down, taking me deep and pulling up to the point I could feel the crown of my head nearly leaving her tight pussy, before she would lower her body onto mine again. She ground her clit into me and one of my hands moved around, finding her nipples, which were stiff as I had ever seen them. I wasn't sure if it was the cool air, she was really turned on, or the combination of both. But as I lightly ran my fingers across them, I didn't care. All I cared about was the look of pleasure on her face and the sounds coming from her mouth.

As our bodies reacted to each other, I decided to change positions. I picked her up off me. Her face looked lightly saddened, maybe offended, and I helped her up to the side of the Jacuzzi. I leaned forward and kissed her for a moment, before breaking it off and moving my lips down her body. Her hand immediately went to my hair and she began running her fingers through as I took my time, finding every sensitive portion of her beautiful flawless skin. I took my time, and as I went along the line between her belly and her hips, I felt her legs open and her hand slightly press me down toward her sex. She knew what she wanted. And, I knew what I wanted.

I finally reached her inner thighs and began kissing them. The water had cooled against her skin and I was certain the warmth of my lips and tongue turned her on even more. After teasing her, and watching her legs attempt to move me to her center, I finally complied. I licked each side, cleaning the water off the outer lips, feeling their warmth, and feeling how swollen they were against my tongue. They were so swollen from her arousal and our sex sessions, her inner lips, were only just barely peeking out. I took each one inside my lips and pressed against it. The small portion that had entered my mouth, I licked with fervor. The noises from Isabella's mouth enticed me as she was obviously enjoying herself. It's amazing how turned on I can get from a woman's sounds of pleasure, and I was definitely turned on now. My cock was jumping in the water as my tongue parted her lips and I ran it from the bottom to the top, lingering near her clit. 

I teased in small circles with my tongue before placing my lips and sucking her clit into my mouth. I traded between sucking with my lips and flicking with my tongue. It didn't take long before she began to reach another orgasm. I placed my fingers at her entrance and as I felt her body begin to tense, she moved her hips so that my middle finger fell against her anus. As it did, she moved her hips down and she opened up, pulling me in slightly. She took a huge breath and screamed "Fuck, I'm cumming". 

Her body began moving violently against my hand and face. Her hands grabbed my hair and while one pulled on my hair, threatening to pull it out, the other pulled me in, nearly smothering me in her pussy. I felt her ass opening and closing around my finger. Her body convulsed after a few moments of orgasm and she let out the most animal guttural scream I'd ever heard. 

She pulled me out of the water and grabbed my head with both hands. "Put it inside me, NOW"

I reached down and guided my cock past her lips and entered her. I could feel her pulse as her vagina attempted to stretch around my thick penis. I drove into her hard, her hips driving back against me. 

She suddenly pushed me away and quickly turned around, raising her ass just above the water. I didn't need direction as I thrust back into her, her ass below me, beautiful and an amazing sight coming out of the water. Both her hands were up on the side of the Jacuzzi and the lack of anyone around caused her to be completely open to letting her voice go.

She screamed, she moaned, she mewed as she rammed her hips backward, meeting every thrust. My cock pistoned in and out, while my balls slammed against the top of her pussy. As she got louder, I became more and more turned on. 

Suddenly, she tightened and screamed a lustful scream and as her orgasm hit, I could hold back no more. I warned her I was cumming and she yelled "Cum inside me NOW!" I drove my hips forward and I felt the swelling of my cock inside her, which had become so tight it nearly hurt. I felt the sudden rush of my cum coming from my balls, the pain as the vessels contracted, then the ultimate pleasure as I felt the spasms of her orgasm milk against the head of my cock. I felt my cum, stream after stream enter her as I continued to pump. After 5 or 6 big spasms, I felt another huge one and I pressed in as deep as I could. I felt her cervix pumping against me as I unloaded my last drop. 

Her body shook as mine did too. I felt the warm water, the cool outside air, and I felt my own orgasmic juices running out of her, along my shaft and down my balls. It was like feeling something new for the first time. My body shuddered. She stood straight, my cock still inside her and turned where I could kiss her. I pulled her tight against me as our mouths met, and my hand fell across her heaving breast. As I touched her nipple, I felt her pussy convulse and she stabbed my mouth deeper with her tongue.

We remained there for a few moments before we both collapsed into the warm water. It wasn't long before she began to fall asleep in my arms. Gently, I woke her, and suggested we go back to the bed. 

We climbed out and giggled as we hurried thru the cold air to the cabin. We went inside and as she walked before me to the bedroom, I had another moment to admire the body this beautiful woman had. I was hoping she only wanted to sleep as I wasn't sure I could perform again. 

We lay down together, me staring into her eyes, the beautiful teal color of her post orgasm iris causing me to wonder where I found such an amazing woman. As I began to drift off, she leaned in, she kissed me, and she said: "Sleep well, because we have this Cabin all weekend, and even though I'm not too sure how sore I will be tomorrow, there are some things I still want to try". I saw the sparkle in her eye, she kissed me again, turned away, and reached down, pulling my spent and tired penis between her ass cheeks. I felt him jump a bit at the thought of where he was laying, and then I, as Isabella did at the same time, fell asleep.



The Cabin at Lake George



After many years of trying as an amateur writer, I finally had found a publisher who was interested in publishing a mystery novel I had written. The "gimmick" of the novel was that the detective who solved the mystery was a woman named Sherri Holmes, who used the methods of the venerable Sherlock Holmes.

The publisher invited me to his New York office for lunch, and we ate at a small French restaurant on 52nd Street.

"I like this idea so much that I want you to start thinking about a series starring this detective," he said, "That's where the money is—in series. Think of A is for Apple—or whatever the first one in that series was called."

"Sounds like a good idea."

"I want to talk to you at length about it, don't have that much time now. What are you doing this weekend?"

"Nothing."

"Good. I like to get out of the city every weekend and go up to my cabin on Lake George. Why don't you drive up and spend the weekend with my daughter and me? She's a student at NYU but also likes to get away on the weekend."

"I'd love to."

"I'll give you directions. It's in a remote area of the lake, not easy to find."

"I used to be a Boy Scout."

"Good. Page, my daughter, doesn't have classes on Friday, so she usually goes up there Friday morning. If you want to go up on Friday, she'll be there. I'm sure she could entertain you until I get there Friday evening."

"Sounds wonderful."

Little did either one of us realize what that "entertainment" would consist of.

He was right about the remoteness of the cabin. Most of the cabins around the lake did not have numbers, many of them did not have mailboxes or names outside, and his map truly led me to a remote area. 

But according to the map, this dirt roar and cabin looked right. As a "cabin," it had been misnamed, since it was large enough to be a small lodge. A gray Toyota sportscar was parked in the driveway, and I assumed it belonged to his daughter. But still unsure that I was the right place, I left the car door open, walked up to the front door, and knocked. Nothing. But someone must be home. I walked around to the back, and there was that big beautiful lake. A wooden walkway led from the backyard out to a dock that was about fifteen foot square. On the far side of the dock was a small round wooden table and two wooden chairs. But my eyes were drawn to the near side of the dock. 

A naked girl was lying on her back. Beside her appeared to be a white robe. At first I thought she was having some kind of seizure, since she seemed to be trembling. But then when I saw where her hands were, I realized what was going on. She was masturbating.

I had never seen a girl masturbate before, so I watched in fascination for about a minute. Then I crept back to the car, slammed the door loudly and slowly returned to the backyard. When I got there, she was standing on the dock and fastening the tie on the white robe. She was about five foot seven with short and curly reddish-brown hair and what looked to be, even with the robe on, a beautiful figure. 

"Hi! You must be Don Baxter," she said.

"Yes, and you must be—sorry, I forgot your name."

"Page—just like in a book—Palmer."

I walked up on the dock and shook her hand. In addition to having a beautiful engaging smile, she also had a lovely face full of freckles. Despite the freckles, she looked to be about 22. I looked around. "I didn't disturb anything, did I?"

"Ah...no. Actually, you did a little. This place is so remote that I like to sunbathe in the nude when I'm here so I can get an all-over tan. So that's what I was doing."

"Gee, I'm sorry I missed that."

She laughed. "Better luck next time."

I liked her friendly attitude.

"That's why I keep a robe handy. I fell asleep while I was sunbathing one day, and when I woke up, two 15-year-olds in a canoe were parked about three feet away and enjoying the view."

"Lucky them."

"Yes. Did you bring a bathing suit?" 

"No, I didn't think about it."

"There's some extra ones hanging up in the changing room at the back of the house. One of them should fit you. Or you can go skinny-dipping if you want. That's what I usually do."

"Don't tell me I missed that too?"

She laughed again. "Not yet," she said, with a hint of promise. "But if you turn around, I would like to go back to my tan, suitably covered. We can still talk."

"Better still, why don't I get a bathing suit on?"

"Okay." 

When I returned wearing a tan pair of trunks, I saw that she had taken off her robe, spread it on the deck, laid face down on it, and draped a white towel over her bottom.

"Daddy loves your book," she said.

"Yes, I'm really going to enjoy working with him."

"We have a library in the cabin in case you want to find something to read."

"Maybe later, but right now, I just want to look at this beautiful lake. And you. You're a very pretty young lady."

"Thank you."

She looked like she didn't have an ounce of fat on her. But she did have a lot of freckles. I thought how much fun it would be to count them all. "Are you an athlete?" I asked.

"Just tennis," she said. "But I play a lot of it."

I noticed a tube of suntan lotion on the table. "Would you like me to put oil on you?" I asked.

She turned her head. "Would you? I'm about due for it."

"Sure." I took the tube and straddled her nearly naked body. She had beautiful tanned skin. I poured some oil on her back and arms and rubbed it in. Then I got down to her lower back. "You said you like to tan all over. Do you want me to put oil anywhere else?"

She half turned again. "You wouldn't be offended by my naked butt?" 

"On the contrary."

"Okay." And with no embarrassment at all, she pulled the towel off. I took a lot of time with her butt, which was only a little lighter than the rest of her. Then I did her thighs and finally, her calves and the soles of her feet. Boy, this was a job I could do all day.

"Thanks," she said, and I went back to my chair and continued to enjoy the "view."

About 20 minutes later, she reached over for the towel again. "Time to turn over," she said. "Close your eyes." I did. "Okay." I opened them. She had turned over, and now the towel was draped across her middle just below her belly button, and she was covering her breasts with her hands.

"Want me to oil you up?" I asked.

"Would you?"

I was starting to get the feeling now that she was asking for attention, and I was not going to disappoint her. I got the tube of suntan oil, straddled her body again, and gently applied the oil to the contours of her lovely face, as she closed her eyes. Then to her tanned shoulders.

"I can't very well put it on your bosoms with you covering them," I said.

Smiling, she lowered her hands to her sides. She had beautiful breasts, small but lovely, with copper-colored nipples. 

"Sorry they're so small," she said.

"They're beautiful, just right for a person your size."

She laughed. "You're the first man who has ever said that."

"I guess some people prefer quantity over quality." Gently, I applied the oil to her breasts, caressing them at the same time.

"That feels nice," she murmured.

I spent a lot of time with them, then moved my hands down over her torso until I reached her belly button. "All over?" I muttered.

"I guess." And she gently pulled the towel away. Her little muff was the same color as her hair: reddish brown. It was only about two inches wide, apparently trimmed for a bikini, and the hair was about an inch long.

"You're unbelievably beautiful," I said.

She laughed. "I would accuse you of trying to get into my pants—except I'm not wearing any."

"I love the way you're dressed." I rubbed the oil onto her belly...and then lowered my fingers into her hair. "I've read that the skin under an animal's fur is very fair and delicate, so I think you should have oil there too." 

"You're the expert."

I did a really good job of rubbing the oil into her bush, tenderly but with increasing attention, until finally I took the chance of slipping my middle finger inside of her. She gave a little gasp. But as I had expected, she was warm and wet inside. Slowly, I slid it in and out.

"I'll give you a half hour to stop that," she muttered.

I fingered her some more until she was nice and juicy, then I got down between her lovely thighs and stuck my tongue in her.

"Oh God!" she cried.

And she came—almost right away. She tasted like peaches.

"I can't believe we just did this," she said.

"Neither can I."

"You may be a good writer," she said, "But you're and even better seducer of young girls. You've only been here an hour."

"I type fast too," I said with a smile.

"I think I owe you one."

"Yes, you do."

"Stand up and take that silly-looking bathing suit off," she said. 

I did, which was not easy considering the size of my growing hard-on. 

"Very nice," she said. "You're bigger than my boyfriend."

"Thanks to you."

She crawled over and took the end of my engorged cock in her mouth. She might only have been around 22, but she really knew what she was doing when it came to a blow job. She kissed and licked all around the head. Then she slowly licked the shaft up and down. Finally, she took the whole thing in her mouth and went down on it until her lips were pressing against my pubic hairs.

How much can one man stand? It was not long before I came in her mouth—and was delighted to see that she knew how to swallow every drop of it. Then she licked my cock clean.

"Let's go skinny-dipping," she said with a smile as she stood up.

"Great."

II

"Usually, Daddy doesn't get here until around seven or eight on Friday," Page said later when we were sitting in the "great room" of the spacious cabin and enjoying a glass of wine. "And I don't like waiting that long for dinner. I'm not a very good cook, but I can make us some spaghetti or burgers for dinner around six if you like."

"Spaghetti would be nice."

"With crusty bread, salad and Chianti?"

"Sounds delightful." I watched her as she returned to the kitchen. She had changed into a pink jersey short sleeve shirt and denim cutoffs that were about as short as you could get and which showed off her lovely tanned legs. Also, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra under the shirt.

I was enjoying another glass of wine and watching the crackling fire that Page had started in the great stone fireplace at the end of the room when the phone rang. Page took it in the kitchen.

"Shit, shit, shit," she said as she stalked out of the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine from the bottle on the table.

"What's the matter?"

"This is just par for the course. Daddy invites someone here to meet with him, and then he's tied up in this stupid meeting and won't be able to come up until tomorrow morning. He doesn't like driving through the woods at night."

"So it's just you and I?"

"Yes. He said I should keep you entertained," she said with a glint in her eye as she took a sip of the wine.

"I imagine you could do that."

"I imagine so."

The dinner was quite good for someone who was "not a very good cook", and after it, we sat together on the couch polishing off the last of the Chianti. 

"Well, I'm a good poker player, but you don't want to play poker with just two people. And I can play chess, but that sounds boring. We could watch a video movie together."

"What do you have?"

She went over to the bookcase. "Ah, Sound of Music."

"Yuk."

"Die Hard."

"Double yuk."

She turned around with a mischievous smile on her face. "I have a couple of movies in my dresser that I and my boyfriend like to watch when he comes up here."

"Such as?"

"Debbie Does Dallas."

"Now that sounds like a winner."

And it was. The only problem was trying to watch a movie like that with a beautiful girl young enough to be your daughter and thinking that you should behave yourself because she was, of course, "the boss's daughter."

"I read somewhere that men are turned on by watching, and women are more turned on by caresses," she said, as we watched Debbie perform with a football player in the locker room

"I guess that's true. Speaking of which---"

"What?"

"I actually arrived a little before you thought I did this afternoon," I said, "And I saw what you were doing."

She opened her eyes. "Which was what?"

"Masturbating."

"Oh shit. Sorry about that."

"What were you fantasizing about?"

"My boyfriend performing oral sex on me. Because he usually doesn't do it—although he likes me to do it to him. That's why I said you were such a great lover."

"Thank you, I'm flattered. Did you finish your fantasy on the dock?"

"...No."

"I found your performance to be a real turn on. If I had not been such a gentleman, I would have watched much more of it. I've never seen a live girl masturbate."

"But you would like to."

"Of course."

She fell silent for awhile. "Would you like to see me masturbate?"

I turned to her. "You're kidding."

"No, I'm not kidding. But I will do it only on one condition."

"What's that?"

"I've never seen a guy masturbate. I'll sit on that couch opposite you. As I take off something, you have to take off something. As I masturbate, you have to masturbate."

"It's a deal."

"Let me get another bottle of wine."

She returned with the wine, poured us both a glass, then sat opposite me. Smiling, she pulled her pink jersey off, and as I had suspected, she was not wearing any bra. I unfastened my shirt and took it off.

Then she unbuttoned her cutoffs and pushed them down to her ankles. I unfastened my pants and took them off. Finally she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white cotton bikini panties and pushed them down. And there was that lovely reddish brown muff again. I took my shorts off and put them beside me on the couch. As expected, I was already aroused.

"You look happy to see me," she said with a smile.

"I am."

"I don't know if I can do it with an audience," she said.

"You can but try," I said.

After about twenty minutes, she stopped trying. "I don't want to have an orgasm this way." 

"Neither do I."

"But I'm plenty aroused."

"Me too."

"And I'm on the pill, so you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant and having to marry me."

"Good."

"So I suggest we might want to play a game of FMBO," she said.

"What's that?" 

"I just invented it. It's called Fucking My Brains Out. And since I had sex with you after only knowing you for an hour, it shouldn't take you very long."

"Sounds like a wonderful game to me. But first, I think I see dessert." I crawled over to where she sat, pulled her to me and engaged in that pastime she had so missed. She tasted so good that I didn't want to stop, but finally I did. Smiling at her, I gently insert my wet cock into her tight pussy. She was so warm and wet that I knew she was wrong about this not taking all night. It was going to take a long, long time to fuck her brains out, perhaps all night.

"I just thought of something," she said as I was thrusting in and out of her.

"What's that?"

"What if Daddy changed his mind and decided to come up tonight after all? What if he walked in right now?"

"I would turn to him and in my best mystery-writer voice say: 'This is not what it appears to be, sir."

The End.



The Cabin (Bella's Version)



***This is the "she said" version of a story originally written by Lost_0ne_1 in the male perspective. Many thanks to him for letting me use his scenario as my base and for being my muse.*** 

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I am in the shower when I hear you enter the cabin. My hands are softly sliding over my body, rinsing the soap from my skin and I can feel my senses waking up in anticipation of having you in my arms soon. I begin to wash my hair slowly and just as slowly allow the suds to rinse from my hair as I stand under the hot spray of the shower. I can see you standing at the door for a moment watching me as my hands sift through my hair to make sure all the soap is gone. 

I want you to come into the shower with me and kiss me long and passionate but instead after a few moments of watching me silently you back away and I can hear you preparing the fire. I like the idea of sitting with you in front of a fire. Love the idea of making love with you on the soft rug that lies in front of the fire. My pussy warms and moistens at the thought of you taking me into your arms. The thought of your cock pushing into my body and claiming me as your own makes me ache.

I hear a knock on the door and look over to see you lay fresh towels on the vanity with a beautiful new black silk robe. You take such good care of me babe and as usual around you I feel the flush of wonder that you can make me feel so beautiful and cherished. I poke my head out of the shower to give you a smile but you just wink at me and leave again. I hear you pouring what sounds like ice and then I hear the faint pop of a champagne bottle and it spurs me to quickly turn off the water and dry myself. As I slip the Kimono style silk robe over my bare skin I can barely repress a shiver.

As I walk out into the great room I see you have put the champagne in a bucket of ice and you are holding one long stemmed flute out for me. You are wearing black silk boxers which seem to match the silk robe I am wearing and looking at your beautiful body makes me catch my breath. There are candles all over the room bathing the whole area in a gentle orange glow. You have a huge grin on your face and I cannot help but respond in kind and then you pull me gently into your arms and our tongues tangle in a long and passionate kiss. I take a long drink of the champagne and the bubbles dance on my tongue and I again lean in to you to share the sweet, tart bubbles with you.

Your lips begin to move over my skin. You kiss my neck and lips and ears. Gentle, nibbling caresses that make me moan quietly as I feel my passion grow. I am always amazed that you can do this to me babe. Even after all this time together, each time our lips move over our bodies, it feels like we are discovering each other again for the first time. Your soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses move down my neck to my shoulder where you pause to give a sharp nip because you know how sensitive my collarbone is. I groan as I feel your teeth sharp and hot on my shoulder. Your hands are softly stroking up and down my body, drawing the silk over my soft skin and the gentle caress of the fabric with the heat of your hand behind it makes me moan again. I want you so badly. 

I feel your hands wrap around my body and cup my ass as you lift me gently towards you. I pull your head down and we both of us lower to the rug and I pull you into me, cradling you with my legs. As I lay on my back the feel of your weight over me pressing me down into the softness of the rug beneath me makes my breath catch in my throat. "Love you babe." The words come unbidden to my lips and I feel them with every fibre of my being. The smile that crosses your face as you bring your hand to your lips in a shushing motion tells me those feelings are returned. I wrap my arms around your chest and my legs around your waist and I cling to you. My legs rub up and down your own, caressing them and filling me with the wonder of your touch. The feel of the crisp hair on your legs against the soft skin on my own makes me weak with desire. I want you everywhere at once and the feel of you, the heady masculine scent of you fills my senses and I feel overwhelmed with lust and love and tenderness all at once.

You begin a soft trail of hot, wet kisses down my neck and over my upper chest. You nibble and suck and trail your tongue leaving hot paths of pure desire in your wake. I feel your hand reach down and undo the belt holding the robe closed and then I feel the calloused pads of your fingers rub over the already engorged skin on my nipples and my breath catches again. My head arches back as I try to push my breasts towards you as a silent plea for more. I feel your mouth catch my other nipple in a hot, wet clasp and then I feel the sharp nip of pain as you bite gently and then roll the nipple between your teeth. Your tongue follows soothing and easing where your teeth have inflamed. I feel the constant flick of your tongue and my head starts to toss. It is all too much sensation and I feel my desire for you building and turning into pure, hot, aching need.

I feel the weight of you ease as you sit up with a grin and I begin to protest your abandonment when I see your hand dip into a bowl of massage oil that you had warming over a small candle. The words of protest stop in my throat as I watch you coat your fingers with the heated oil and then return them to drizzle the oil onto my breasts and stomach. Your hand glides over my oil slicked flesh and I groan in appreciation as my eyes flutter closed. The combination of your rough calloused hands sliding sweetly over my oil slick soft skin is delicious and I am nearly paralysed with my desire for you. My body is arched towards you as you return to the bowl of oil again and again to gather more and rub it into my breasts and belly and thighs. You seem to take an eternity just gliding over my skin and I whimper my appreciation. My pussy is flooded with my juices and I can feel them beginning to escape and glide down my ass towards my crease and this causes another whimper to pass my lips.

After what seems an eternity of wanting I watch you lay your head between my thighs and begin to nibble at the lightly flavored oil covering them. Your lips travel upwards on a slow trajectory until you reach the apex and my pussy. I am holding my breath without even realizing it until my body takes over and I gasp for breath. I reach down to cup your head and pull you in and when I feel your tongue begin to lick softly at my labia. I bite back a curse because it feels so impossibly good. Your tongue begins a slow glide through the hot, wet valley between my thighs and the soft, tender, almost teasing caress makes me want to scream as it nudges me oh so gently nearer my release. 

Your tongue finds my hole and you begin to fuck me, holding my thighs spread lewdly and pushing your tongue in as far as it can go. On each outward stroke your tongue reaches up to quickly flick across my clit and it is all too much. My mouth opens and incoherent rambling spills out as I feel the edge of my release rushing at me. "Oh god, babe, so good." My legs clench around your head to hold you in place and my hands turn into claws and then fists as my panting breaths quicken and I feel my orgasm wash over me like a tsunami. Tearing down my barriers and leaving me open and completely vulnerable before you. Even as my orgasm subsides I can feel your tongue still busily licking and flicking at my still pulsing flesh. You seem to know just when the super-sensitivity of my clitoris subsides enough to again welcome your touch and I feel you enter my pussy with two of your fingers as you reach for my g-spot at the same time as your tongue begins a gentle flickering encore assault of my clit. 

My eyes open as I gasp at the return of my passion in even greater amounts then before. Our eyes lock as I watch your tongue flicking my clit with speed and precision and I feel the accuracy of your nimble fingers as they begin to tap on my g-spot. My skin is slick with oil and reflects the golden glow of the candles and I feel another orgasm biting on the heels of the first and my head falls back, my back is arched up and my legs are clasped around you, my heels digging in to your back to hold you in place as my pussy arches up into the grinding, flicking caress of you tongue. My voice is thin and full of need as I gasp out, "Please. Oh god please babe." I feel my reality fracture and my whole body pulses as I come again on your tongue.

Slowly you stop licking me and let me catch my breath with great deep pants. You sit up slightly and I lunge up to grab your lips in a ferocious kiss. I lick all of my juices off your lips and tangle my tongue with yours to grab more of my taste from you. Then with a grin, I push you gently onto your back and take a moment to appreciate your beautiful body clad only in black silk boxers before I straddle your waist and begin a slow descent as I cover your body with slow wet kisses. I pay special attention to your nipples and give them each a nip in turn before I continue on to your belly with its light scattering of brown hair. I kiss around your navel and fuck at your belly button with my tongue which makes you laugh and playfully push my head away and I laugh in return and continue lower. I don't remove your boxers but instead I breath through the thin, soft fabric and let my moist, hot breath drift over your groin. 

Your cock has risen to its full height and is pushing at the fabric demanding access to my mouth. I cover the head of your cock through the boxers and start to suck at the head of your cock through the fabric while my hand rubs your shaft and caresses your balls. I hear you moan and I rub my hair against your belly and flick at the head of your cock through the fabric. I feel your hand fall onto my head and the weight and heat of it makes me feel safe somehow. I nuzzle at the flap of your boxers and your cock slips from its prison and I hum with pleasure as it touches my lips at last. The skin on your cock is so soft. Almost like silk itself and it feels so good against my mouth. I lick at the precum that has spilled from the head of your cock and it tastes almost sweet and makes me hungry for more. I pull at the waist band of your boxers and pull them down and off of your ass. I pull them quickly down your thighs and throw them to the side because suddenly I am ravenous. I am so hungry for your cock I can't think straight and with only a few preliminary flat tongued licks along the length of your shaft I reach for the head and pull it into the soft wet heat of my mouth. My eyes are closed as I concentrate on the sensation of your cock filling my mouth and pushing down on my tongue. I love the spongy feel of the head of your cock and I press my tongue into that sensitive divot at the back of your head and then press the full length of my tongue against your cock and glide it back and forth giving you pressure against the back of your cock and then adding suction as my cheeks hollow and I suck you deep.

My eyes fly up to meet yours as I begin a slow bobbing motion and I feel the hand on my head tighten its grip. I feel your other hand join it and you grab fistfuls of my hair and I feel your hips thrust gently up and I moan my pleasure as I feel you take control and begin fucking into my mouth. Your cock enters my mouth over and over and I concentrate on keeping my mouth relaxed and swirling my tongue on the skin that covers your shaft. I love the feel of you controlling my actions and using my mouth for your pleasure. You are the only person in my life that I trust enough to allow this control over me and the fact that you combine caring with your control makes me heady and ache for your pleasure almost more than my own. I want so much to feel your pleasure and when I hear you groan again accompanied by that almost imperceptible pulse of your cock I know that you are on the edge of your release and I suck harder and swirl my tongue faster.When I feel you pull away I cannot stop the whimper that escapes my mouth as my mouth is empty and bereft of your touch. "Please babe." I reach for your cock with my mouth again but you have other plans.

You pull me up into a hot, wet kiss. "You drive me crazy babe." You say with a gravelly voice and another fierce kiss. "I want to be inside you when I come." You pull me on top of you and I straddle your hips. You slide your cock back and forth along my pussy in a teasing caress and I respond in kind. The feel of your cock sliding through my drenched slit makes my already sensitive tissues tingle anew and I want to feel you filling me up with every cell in my body. My mouth starts to form mewling pleading sounds and I want to push you inside of me but you are holding my hips and your grip is gentle but secure and I know that I have to wait until you are ready. 

After what feels like forever I feel you adjust my hips and plunge your cock deep into my pussy in one solid thrust and I gasp and moan in a single breath. "Oh god." My teeth nip at my bottom lip and my hands fall to support myself on your chest and I clutch at you. You encourage me to begin a rocking motion and respond in kind and we find an easy undulating rhythm as we rock our bodies together. My vision seems to focus down to a pin and all my concentration is on the motions of our body and the pleasure swirling through my body. It is like climbing a mountain and each rocking glide brings me closer to the summit. "God, babe..." the words are forced out of my mouth as panting gasps of sound. "So close...please!" my voice breaks on these words as your tempo and force increase and delicious dirty words pass your lips. " Want you to come for me again babe. Want to feel your pussy grip my cock when you go over." You begin a pounding rhythm which is just what I need and within moments my orgasm rolls through me and my pussy is clenching around your cock as I cry out my pleasure. Your rhythm returns to the easy undulating motion as you let me catch my breath. 

I can still feel you full inside of me and I climb off and turn myself around and then straddle your body again knowing that this angle drives you crazy and wanting to share my pleasure with you. I feel you grip my hips again as your cock slides into my pussy. We grind our bodies together as I incredibly feel the pleasure fill my body again. You would think that my body would give up after so much pleasure but I am climbing with you again. I can hear you controlling your breathing as you keep yourself on the edge to give my body time to build towards another orgasm. "Want to come with you babe," I gasp as my hand reaches for my drenched clit and begins to rub fast circles around it. I can feel you throbbing inside of me and I know you can't hold on much longer but then neither can I. The combination of the rocking motion of our hips and the circling of my fingers around my clit makes my head swim and as I hear you cry out and feel your cock begin to pulse within me I feel my body answer in kind and my orgasm is sharp and powerful and drags a groaning cry from my lips as I collapse onto your legs.

Eventually we are cradled into each others arms with our limbs entwined as we catch our breath. I can feel sleep trying to drag me down but I want to savor this moment. Our skin is soft and scented from the oils you used and I get up to put out the candles and leave only the fire lighting our bodies. I grab a light blanket and crawl back to you on the rug and pull it over our bodies. We kiss softly. Our tongues tangling gently and our hands petting each other as exhaustion pulls at us and we are slowly dragged into sweet oblivion holding each other close. "Love you babe." we both mutter in unison as our eyes drift closed and we sleep.



The Cabin Boy



Foam blew across the forepeak like scudding clouds as the British 74 gun man-o-war raced down the side of a wave. Not quite at storm level, still the wind was blowing swells of ten feet and more, and the mighty warship climbed up one side and flew down the other. 

The crew that had been up on the Flemish Horses far above the deck taking in sail were now below. Only the most experienced hands could tolerate this kind of tossing without seasickness, so in addition to the smells of 500 bodies crammed shoulder to shoulder for over a year, and the rotten stench of the bilge, there was the fresh odor of vomit. 

No one was particularly unhappy, however, as they were used to the conditions, and in sight of England, after more than 14 months at sea. They were returning with some fair amount of prize money as well, so those without families to take their earnings would be drinking and whoring by this time tomorrow.

Among the crew was one with a special reason to be upbeat. He was the cabin boy, who had served Vice Admiral Sir Clifford Thompson this entire trip. His only thought was escape. To that end he had stolen a few short barrel staves and tied them around his body. He snuck on deck, and when the ship hit the valley between two waves, and paused her forward motion as though grabbed by a monster of the deep, he leapt from the side.

He knew no one would see him go, and counted on the heavy weather to ensure no rescue attempt if he should be seen. He would rather take his chances swimming to shore than the possibility of another voyage.

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The wind that blew the ship offshore had brought only a smattering of rain to London. There, near the docks, a small boy who appeared younger than his eighteen years was waiting for any ship that was outward bound. Starving, so hungry he could barely pull the rags around him, he knew that no danger of the sea could be worse than the dangers he faced on land. His name was Johnny Silk, and he was 5' tall, about 7 stone, and as scrawny as a girl. He had a tousle of bright red hair, and a face that was devoid of even the first whiskers of manhood. 

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As these things do sometimes, the HMS Dangerous, a giant of a ship captained by none other than Vice Admiral Thompson himself tied up before night, and loosed a flood of men eager to get on shore and dispense with their loads of gold, thirst, and semen.

As soon as the ship was settled, running on a minimum guard, but always guarded as one of the most powerful battle ships in the world, Johnny skittered up the gang-plank. 

"Halt, who goes there?" came immediately from one of the Maries on duty.

"Tis I, Johnny Silk, applying for a position as a Seaman, sir."

"Seaman, is it? Rated, you are?" The marine snorted in contempt. "If you're a day over 14 I'll fuck a pig."

"Can a young lad not find work on a ship such as this, then? I'll prove my worth."

"The Bo 'sun will make that decision, boy, and he'll be drunk until tomorrow, certainly."

"Then is there any way I might get a crust of bread to hold me until then?" Johnny was shivering, and his teeth chattered with the cold.

The old Marine, who had seen hundreds like him come on board for a life at sea only to be cut in half by a cannon ball, or die of scurvy, took pity. "Surely we can find a bit of biscuit that's still edible, and perhaps some scrap of cheese."

So Johnny was not quite as desperate when the bleary-eyed Bo 'sun's Mate looked him over. 

"Most volunteers come to us when we're leaving, not as we get to shore. Why are you in such a hurry?" He knew full well than many escaped prisoners and various low lifers tried to escape by joining the King's Navy; the Navy couldn't run without them.

"I have my reasons," was all Johnny said. Fair enough.

"Welcome to the Navy. You'll have a few days to help us get ship-shape before we're off again. I suspect with your size and lack of skill you'll only be the cabin boy."

"I'll take it and gladly."

"Then get below and they'll show you where to swing your hammock."

Johnny had good reason to be here when and where he was. He was escaping an intolerable life that was to be his if he should stay; Johnny wasn't a boy at all. 'He' was Silky St. Johns, a young woman who had been promised in marriage to the Barron of High Moor, an enormously obese and slimy eyed man who had licked his lips and developed an odd tightness of his pantaloons when he met his prospective bride.

To be trapped with that man, unable to leave, raped every night --for it would always be rape with him -- and then to bear children to him, and have no life outside his Manse. She would rather die, and certainly would take her chances at sea. 

She knew the risks, of course. Ships believed women had only one purpose on board; one she had no desire to provide. At sea, they were considered bad luck, and more than one woman had 'accidently' fallen overboard and never returned. She had a bolt of cloth wrapped tightly around her shapely breasts to press them flat; it was quite a job, as they were not small. She had cut off her long hair without a tear. All it did was trap her. 

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Vice Admiral Thompson welcomed his new cabin boy with professionalism and pleasantries. He was about forty, browned from his years at sea, and with long black hair just going gray at temples. He had a glowing smile.

'I think you'll do very well as my cabin boy, Johnny. You'll sleep in my cabin, and eat from my table, though not with me, of course. I dare say you'll fatten up a tad with my victuals."

"Yessir, I'm looking forward to it Mr. Vice-Admiral Sir.." Johnny saluted.

"Just call me 'Captain' when at sea, son, that's all you need."

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As soon as orders were received, food and water brought aboard, and the many barrels of gunpowder and cannon balls were lowered through the hatches, the Blue Peter was hoisted aloft. This flag signaled to the crew to return to ship. Since they were in London, there were always deserters, and the Press Gangs swept the streets regularly grabbing any poor soul who was foolish enough to be about when the King needed sailors. 

Johnny watched in amazement as shopkeepers and farmers were told they would now be sailors, and wouldn't see home again for a year or two, if they survived. Still, there were no small numbers of volunteers as well. The Navy ate regularly and paid decent wages, with a chance of wealth if the ship caught prizes.

Finally, finally, they weighted anchor and made their way through the roads and out to sea. They were still close enough that a small fast sloop could catch them, and sometimes urgent messages or last minute passengers came this way. Having a woman on board didn't seem to be causing bad luck, however, Silky thought to herself, as the weather was fine, the wind blew in the right direction, and no changes came. They were free!

The first night the Captain invited all the officers to dinner. The Cabin Boy served as a personal waiter to the Vice-Admiral, and assisted the Coxswain in clearing the plates and bringing the platters of food. More food than starving Johnny had seen in weeks and weeks. And when the meal was over, and all the men had Toasted the King, sitting down in the Navy tradition, Johnny was allowed to feast on the left-overs. He was personally as glad of his decisions as he had ever been.

Once everything was put away, Mr. Thompson threw a fatherly arm around young Johnny. "I think you'll do well, lad."

And then an extraordinary thing happened. The officer unbuttoned his fly and pulled out an erect penis!

"I think I need a little release, my boy. Would you rather suck or bend over?"

Silky had no idea what to say or do. She had never seen an actual man's organ before, and really wanted to stare, but didn't know enough of the mechanics of men to even understand what he as asking of her. She was pretty sure it involved contact with that engorged and hypnotizing thick piece of magic, ending in a huge purple plum that was so taut it was shinning. 

"Sir, beg pardon, but I really... uh... don't know how to do these things."

"You've never had a taste of cock before? Oh this is priceless! Not only do I get the prettiest cabin boy in the King's navy, but I get a virgin as well! Fortune is upon me!"

"Yes sir, but what do I DO?"

"Let's start with the basics. Kneel down here, lad, yes, just like that. Now I'm going to put my pig-sticker in your mouth, and pretend you're a sweet cunt. I'll fuck you a little, then I'll shoot my load, and you be a good boy and swallow it down."

Silky was terrified. She got the 'put it in your mouth' (blahh!) but she'd never heard the words 'cunt' or 'fuck' before coming on the ship; she heard them constantly now, but still had no idea of their meaning. 

She'd even tried a few times to imitate the other men, and had said one of the farmers was a "real big fuck for a sailor," which had gotten guffaws from the crew. 

What did he mean, 'Shoot his load?' She felt at sea in more ways than one. Apparently the Vice-Admiral liked her, thought she was pretty, and didn't seem to see this as a punishment.... She continued to kneel, looking at the one-eyed rod facing her. 

The Captain decided for her. He flexed his hips, and the abergine head pushed against her lips. Hesitantly, she opened her mouth, and immediately he thrust several inches between her lips.

She didn't much like the taste, but then everything on the ship smelled putrid. She did like the silken sliding of his flesh against her lips, and the sounds he made as she experimented with her tongue. She quickly learned to hold her lips over her teeth, and to push with her tongue flat against the underside of his head. She reached up and wrapped her little hand around his shaft, more in curiosity than anything, and was delighted with the smooth firm feel of his dick. 

Soon she was stroking up and down his shaft, while she teasingly pulled back for a second and then pushed her lips over his rigidity again. They developed a rhythm that smoothly accelerated, and he was frantically sawing back and forth into her open orifice. She felt him freeze, and then double his speed as gobs of nacreous white fluid blossomed into her mouth. Surprisingly nice tasting, she thought, compared to all the other tastes and smells. Almost like dry champagne with a little salt. As instructed, she swallowed his output, mouthful after mouthful, until his flow ceased and his wonderful stiff member began to shrink away.

"No, I'd like to do it again!" She said without thought, and tried to suck him in.

"My boy, you have the finest mouth I've ever felt; you are a natural for this. But even a lad of your age must have to rest for a moment between cums."

Johnny blushed crimson to his scalp. Obviously there were things 'he' didn't know about sexual activities and men. She had assumed that men could rape a woman for hours upon hours; apparently not. 

"Son, you're going to make me the happiest Captain in all the oceans of the world."

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As time passed they developed a close bond; almost every day, Johnny would kneel before his Captain and orally empty the Master's balls. As he got better at it, he would tease and lick, sometimes taking the entire shaft down his throat, sometimes barely letting the head pass his lips. And the taste became a reward for service, a special flavor that signified a good job, a glorious pleasure for the Captain. Thompson was a kind and honest man, fair to his sailors, and as likely to hand out praise as rebuke. It was a happy ship.

Johnny continued to eat well, and noticed that his hips were starting to regain their womanly curves. It required more and more effort to bind his breasts. She also noticed a strange development; when she genuflected, her nipples would get hard and tingle. As she licked the Captain's mast, she grew moist in her womanhood, and felt flushed with an unknown heat there, which she had never felt before. Sometimes after the Captain slept, she would toss in her hammock and massage her swollen nipples, a delightful feeling. She even dared to slip a finger between her lower lips and found herself glazed with a lubricious film. It maddened her, as she felt on the verge of something important, but did not know what.

Then one evening, when Mr. Thompson had had several glasses of Port, he looked at her strangely. She had been gathering some playing cards from the deck that had fallen from the table.

"Johnny, you've got an ass like a woman."

She jerked upright, hands over her butt. "Sorry sir, too much good food I guess."

"Come over here, boy." Then the Captain began to squeeze and rub her buttocks. "I think it's time we bent you over, lad."

"But, Sir, You enjoy my mouth so much. And I'm learning more about pleasing you every day; why change?"

"Look, young Johnny, you can please me well enough, but nothing really empties my sac like a little fuck in the arse."

Silky panicked! She had figured out that the thrusting of the penis was 'fucking' and now he was talking of fucking her asshole. If he got there, he would surely discover her lack of male equipment, and her availability of other openings. For a girl who had never been kissed, she now had a very knowledgeable mouth; she didn't want knowledgeable other parts.

"M'Lord, have I failed you in any command?"

"Why no; why do you ask?"

"I told you before, I've never done these things. They frighten me."

"Tis but a passing pain, one you will quickly come to enjoy."

"But do not the Articles of War, which you read to us every Sunday, say that Sodomy is a hanging crime?"

"What people don't know won't get either of us hung, Johnny."

"Please Sir, bear with me a moment. Have we had good luck so far on this voyage?"

"Aye." Both rapped their knuckles to ward off the danger of admitting good luck.

"And I have been a good Cabin Boy to you?"

"Aye, as good a one as ever I've had."

"You don't want to see me hang?"

"Nor myself, Johnny, nor myself."

"Then I will bend over for you, Sir, if you will allow me some lee way and instruct me in my duties. I will continue to give you ease, but I must ask you swear secrecy to me."

"You ask the Vice-Admiral to swear to a cabin boy? You go too far, sir, too far by half!" There was a clear edge to his voice.

"Please, Sir, your word is gold. I just want to hear it."

"Very Well, then. You have my word this shall remain secret. Does that satisfy?" 

"Oh, Yes Sir!" And Johnny unbuckled his pants, facing the Captain, and dropped them about his ankles. Silky stepped forward, and the Captain knew her secret.

"By 'is blood, you are a woman!" he whispered under his breath.

"And a virgin, M'Lord. What do you desire of me?"

"I cannot treat you like a common whore, Johnny Silk; what is your name, anyway, since Johnny tis not?"

"Silky St. John, at your service, Sir." She preformed the first naked curtsey of her life. As she stood, she pulled off her coat, unwound her bindings, and showed herself to him in the clothes of Venus, so pale and tremulous as to appear a vision, so beautiful as to be a dream.

"You're the girl betrothed to the Barron of High Moor. He'll have my head."

"What people don't know won't get either of us hung, Clifford Thompson," Silky said his Christian name for the first time aloud while she held his brown eyes with her green in an unbreakable gauze. 

She stepped to him and put her arms around his neck, and pulled his face down to hers. The lips that had sucked his cock half a hundred times now touched his lips for the first time, and she opened her mouth and pulled him in. He lost direction, and time. Wherever he touched he felt soft velvet skin, and nothing else. His lips could not leave hers of their own choice, nor could his fingertips remain still.

Eventually, as she assisted him, he removed all of his clothing, without ever breaking the kiss. His loins were on fire, and his tumescent flagpole felt near bursting. He pulled her to his bed, for as Captain he actually had a bed, and there they explored each other's bodies for several eternities. 

He was no stranger to a woman's body. Cabin boys were only an available alternative, always a pale shadow of reality. Silky, however, traveled into unknown geography. Like the Holy Land, she had heard of these places, and also like the Holy Land they were hot and dry and full of miracles. And she longed to know them all.

His hands massaged her breasts, and showed her what she had wanted to do but could not invent. His hands traveled down her body, sending bright flashes of lightening with every touch, and loud booms of thunder in her ears, thunder from her heart.

He reached her hairy joining, where she was so awash with oils she felt on fire, and then he began to teach her how to play this instrument as well. She had heard Mozart and Beethoven but neither of them could make this music! Glissades of pleasure poured through her arms and legs as he stroked between her legs. Bass drums pounded when he touched one special spot. 

She wrapped her arms around him, burrowed her head against him, and sang out her part of the melody.

"Jesus, the crew will hear!"

"I can't help it, I really can't," she smiled so widely her cheeks hurt.

"I don't want to stop..."

"No, no, never stop!"

"I must muffle you; everything on a ship can be heard, and all will know you as female."

"Then gag me as you must, just do not stop; I have reached Heaven for certain."

He tied her former breast bindings around her mouth, and whispered, "It pains me much to lose your lips, but I can assure you that you have only just reached the Pearly Gates; Heaven is yet to come."

He returned to stroking her fires and probing her depths. The drumbeat in her ears overpowered all other sounds, and she knew nothing except the surface where his skin met hers. She spread her legs and spread them again. If only she could remove them to give him better access to her crotch.

Then he turned, and put his face between her legs. His massive missile bounced against her face, and if she were not gagged she would have eagerly filled her mouth. She grasped it, and stroked it as he liked, but then was washed away in a storm that broke at his face, for his tongue had kissed her there, and no words could describe the pleasure.

Deeper and deeper he licked within her, and around her, and sucked on her, as she had him anon. She held her breath, she could not move, and then the entire ship capsized as huge waves flooded her from toes to nose. She shook with an ague of joy, and quietly swooned.

In a few moments, or perhaps a year, she opened her eyes to look into his, and he pulled her gag away to regain her lips. 

'Did you like the ease I gave you, my dear?"

"Is that what I was giving you?"

"Something like it, I venture."

"Why did we not do it at every bell, and twice during the dog watch?"

"I do have a ship to run, Silky. Although in Paradise perhaps this will be all we need."

"I will never choose food or drink again!" She giggled. 'You have taught me so much... so this is what not being a virgin is like! Why does anyone fear it?"

"Silky, my heart, you are but yet a virgin. I made you 'cum,' the climacteric response to sex. But you can do that many more times, and perhaps even more strongly when we make love."

"And this is only.... friendship?"

"No, this is the prelude to love, to build up our fires so we can quench them together."

"Then set me ablaze that I may be cooled, for this exceeds all I ever dreamed of."

He began to nuzzle her breasts, and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He had to pause to gag her again, for her rising moans would be audible to the French fleet across the Channel, he believed. He licked her neck, suckled her some more, plied her introitus with a finger, and finally placed his turgid mushroom at her labia. She was so wet he slid easily at first, and then felt her hymeneal resistance, and paused. 




The Cabin Boy



She wrapped her feet around his ass and drove herself onto his head, rupturing and sliding down on his shaft in a smooth and delirious movement. He felt her cry under her gag, but she never slowed in her urging. He drove into her wetness for his full length, and pulled back and drove again. He slammed into her as hard as he could, and felt her return his motion blow for blow. 

He felt his opalescent juices building to a bursting point, and strained to delay shooting them as long as he could, but just as he knew he could not stop he felt Silky's vagina squeeze him like a boa constrictor, and he exploded like cannon fire, blasting a broadside of a dozen guns all in one gun port.

As they lay together glowing and gasping, she undid her gag. 

"So that would be fucking a sweet little cunt, would it?"

"My lady, you swear like a sailor, and can out fuck any Portsmouth whore who ever rolled onto her back. Have you ever fancied being married to a Vice-Admiral? I have to warn you, he does bugger his cabin boys."

"I think I can cure him of that, once we are properly married so that we can sleep together. Wouldn't want you to be stuck with a non-virgin bride." 



The Cabin by the Lake



The form letter flatly stated that my grade point average had fallen below the University's prerequisite for living on campus, so it was either apply for special dispensation, or find an apartment. I decided that four years in residence was more than enough for this girl, and hit the want ads that very afternoon. My friends thought I had lost my mind when I soon chose to move into an apartment with two roommates; both of them male!

The two men were in their late twenties; and both were quite handsome. Tony was an engineer and Norris was an Air Canada pilot. Neither seemed the least bit troubled, or overly excited, by the fact that I was a woman.

The interview had been very pleasant and businesslike, and I immediately fell in love with the place as they showed me around the spotless, well appointed, three bedroom flat. I made up my mind the moment I saw the spacious, furnished room that would be mine.

Based on the tasteful furnishings, and the pristine condition of the apartment, I had assumed from the start that Tony and Norris were gay lovers. We became fast friends over the next several months, sharing meals, evenings of television watching, and lots and lots of discussion—although the subject of sexual orientation never came up.

Those many weeks did little to dispel the notion that they were not the least bit interested in girls, as I rarely saw them with anybody other than each other. It wasn't long before I became very comfortable with them, and often walked around the apartment in various degrees of undress. In spite of my familiarity with the two men, I realized I didn't really know them all that well. When they were not in the apartment, I had no idea where they were. At best, I knew them superficially; like one knows the people one works with. That all changed on a warm, spring afternoon in early June.

"Hey Lexie," said Norris, "my laptop's in the shop. Is it okay if I check my webmail on yours?"

From within the shower I answered, "Oh...sure, I guess. Go ahead."

I was in a bit of a fog, both from the steamy water, and the fact that I was in the middle of a self induced orgasm at the very moment Norris had made his request. Just before entering the shower I had been reading a very erotic BDSM tale on a website that I had been frequenting for years.

Then I panicked! It suddenly occurred to me that I might have left the story on the screen! I quickly dried myself, wrapped a towel around, and stuck my head out the bathroom door, "Oh Norris...can you wait a bit? I...uh...need to check something first."

"It's okay," he said from the living room, "I'm already done. Thanks Lexie."

I breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that he was already back in the living room meant that I must have remembered to exit the website. I finished up in the bathroom, threw on some sweats, and then went into the living room to find the two men sitting on the couch, passing sheets of paper back and forth. Both were sporting very large grins. It seemed like all the blood in my body rushed to my face when I realized what they were reading.

"Well!" said Tony, "It seems there's a whole side to our little Alexandra that we didn't know about."

I flumped down in a chair and stared at the floor. I could not remember a time when I had been more embarrassed. After a few moments I raised my eyes and looked at the still smiling men, then I jumped up, ran to my room, and slammed the door behind me. There I just sat and wept in silence.

I couldn't even imagine what they must think of me, and I wondered if I would ever be able to face them again. I thought I might even be forced to move out.

Ever since puberty I had been secretly intrigued by the BDSM "lifestyle," although I had never divulged...or indulged. I had several boy friends over the years, but none had even the slightest inkling that I harboured a yearning for submission...a yearning to be someone's slave. My favourite stories were those of submissive women in relationships with dominant, but caring men. I have never considered myself a masochist, but the very thought of being bound and whipped to orgasm, by a man who truly loved me, triggered instant and fearsome arousal.

Almost an hour had passed when, from outside the door, Tony said, "Lexie? Sweetie, we're really sorry. We didn't mean to embarrass you that way. Come on out and let's talk."

Then Norris said, "It was an accident Lex, I just moved the mouse and the screen popped up with that story on it. I couldn't help but read it...I shouldn't have printed it out...That was an invasion of your privacy, and I'm really sorry. Come out now, okay?"

I was about to yell at them to leave me alone when Tony said, "Were both really sorry Lexie. We were just teasing, but we understand...Norris and I have been into the lifestyle for years."

Holy crap!? What the hell did he mean by that? Had they been in a Dom/sub relationship all along? Is that what they did when they went out for the evening? My mind raced, trying to picture the two men...trying to decide who was the Dom and who was the sub. Neither fit the sub category in my mind.

My curiosity was beginning to overpower my humiliation, and I slowly built up the gumption to return to the living room. Once there, the two of them profusely apologized for their accidental peek into my secret world...and then they explained Tony's prior statement...

"Norris and I have been best friends since university, and it was there where we were introduced to the lifestyle. We are both Doms; and no Lexie, we are not gay. For the last couple of years we have been going to this 'dungeon,' a BDSM club, and having sessions with willing subs."

Norris added, "It's not great, but it's the best thing available to us at the moment. It's not easy to connect with someone who we both could care about and who would feel the same about us."

They went on to explain how they had joined the 'dungeon' and would hook up with different submissives—always women—and have "sessions" with them for the evening. The club was similar to a dating service, where Doms were 'matched' with subs. Their original hope was that they could find willing partners that they both liked and could build relationships with. It was important to them that the relationships would not interfere with their own friendship, so their options were somewhat limited.

Life was different for us after that, and for the next couple of weeks we rarely spoke of the secrets we had uncovered about each other. The 'gay' thing became a running gag, with both men sometimes acting blatantly effeminate and teasing me relentlessly. The biggest changes, though...were my fantasies. I found myself unable to shake thoughts of being a sex slave to these two men. Occasionally I would daydream while watching them go about daily routines around the apartment. On at least three of those occasions, I had to retire to my room for a little...maintenance.

One evening we were all sitting on the couch eating popcorn and watching a movie. I was sitting in the middle wearing only a tee shirt and sweatpants. The movie was so bad that we were laughing and yakking away through the whole thing. To this day I am not sure what prompted it, but I suddenly blurted out, "What about me?" 

It was obvious that I was not the only one with new fantasies over the past two weeks, as it was immediately clear that both Tony and Norris instantly knew what I was referring to. For the next couple of minutes the only sound in the room was that from the television.

Then Norris picked up the remote, turned off the TV, and said, "Are you sure about this Lexie?"

Although I could feel that I was blushing terribly, I looked him in the eyes and said, "I've been thinking about it for a long time, and yes Norris, I am...pretty sure."

I turned to Tony and continued, "But...I need some assurances...some ground rules."

We spent the next twenty minutes laying out the way we were going to proceed. Both of them were terribly sweet; bringing up points that I would never have thought of—one of which was the safe word. We all decided that we would start slow, with that evening being fairly simple. There would be some innocuous "slave" stuff, then I would be bound to the couch and lightly "toyed" with; a little touching, some light flogging, etc. I was to address them as "Sir" for the evening, and all I had to do was say "Stop" and everything would halt immediately.

I suggested that we spice things up a little when the time came for the flogging. We had all agreed that there would be no intercourse that night, but I knew it was inevitable that I would enjoy at least one orgasm before we were done. That seemed a little one-sided to me, so I proposed that they flog me until I "relented," agreeing to administer to them orally. They both said that wasn't necessary, but I insisted—fair is fair.

We also agreed, that when the night was over, if I was not comfortable with what went on then that would be the end of it. We would not speak of it again, and we would try to just go back to the way things were before. Realistically, that was probably impossible, but we all silently hoped that things would go well.

Finally, we were done talking and Norris said, "Please stand facing us, my pretty slave."

It had started! The fantasy I had harboured all my adult life was about to become real, and I was so excited it was actually difficult to stand. My heart was racing, my breathing changed to light panting, and a warm glow was building in my tummy.

Tony said, "Please remove your tee shirt and sweats now, then assume a stance with your hands behind your back, your feet at least thirty inches apart, and your eyes to the floor."

I stripped off my clothes quickly, threw them to the floor, and stood as instructed. The warm glow in my abdomen was rapidly changing to a raging inferno! I stand five foot seven or so, and I have a pretty trim body with, not huge, but ample boobs, and long, straight, jet black hair. I have had many men look lustily in my direction, but never like this. I was on display, an exhibit—and not for my fashion sense, or poise, or demeanor. I was showcasing my body; my sex, and all I wanted was for those two men to approve and desire nothing else but to ravage me. As their eyes surveyed every square inch of my nakedness, I became a little light headed.

After a few moments they stood and began to run their hands all over me. My shoulders, arms, sides, hips, thighs, tummy, abdomen, and finally, my breasts. I closed my eyes as they softly fondled me and rolled my rock hard nipples between gentle fingers. I was noticeably panting, and I had enough moisture between my legs to lubricate a bullet train.

Then Tony said, "Do you enjoy it when your two masters touch your body, little slave?"

Breathlessly I panted, "Yes Sir."

"And," said Norris, "are you becoming aroused, my pretty slave?"

I had to fight the urge to look in his eyes as I answered, "Oh Yes Sir!"

"Would you like to have an orgasm now, little slave?" said Tony.

I almost cried as I panted, "Oh yes please Sir...! OWWW!"

At that very moment Norris smacked the top of my bum with a rattan cane. It wasn't a terribly hard hit, but it still stung quite a bit. Then he said, "Very well, my beautiful slave. Master Tony is going to treat you to a wonderful orgasm, but it will not be free. You will receive a healthy caning while he pleasures you. Are you still eager for him to continue?"

My butt was still smarting, but if anything, it seemed to the increase the fire in my belly, so the answer was simple, "Yes Sir, please. I beg you Sir, please!"

Tony immediately knelt in front of me and moved his head between my legs, and...H O L Y CRAP! It was like my pussy was a paint by number set, and his tongue was the perfect brush; hitting the right numbers in the perfect order...Then Norris again snapped the cane a little lower on my bum.

As before, it wasn't really hard, but the pain was sharp. It caused me to recoil, which pushed me even more into Tony's expert tongue...Then another smack.

I almost screamed, "OhhhGEEEZ!" as I came virtually the instant the cane touched my tender butt. My head flew back, I grabbed Tony's head, and mashed my sex into his face with all my strength. Both men increased their actions; Tony sucked, and licked, and probed like he was searching for gold, and Norris rapidly caned my bottom like he was trying to swat an elusive bug.

The orgasm was as intense as I've ever had. My insides felt like they were liquefying and oozing out my vagina. Finally my legs buckled, and I collapsed in a heap on top of a somewhat startled Tony.

Norris quickly came to my aid, helping me stand, and sitting me on the sofa, "Are you alright Lexie?"

I was gasping for air, panting like I had just scaled Mount Logan, but I managed, "Yes Sir...just need a minute."

Tony knelt beside me and held a much welcomed glass of cool water to my lips, which I sipped between breaths, eventually downing the entire contents.

I began to settle down, and my mind slowly remembered the sting in my throbbing bum...which immediately relit the fire in my tummy. Normally I would have moved or readjusted my position to alleviate the twinge, but I just sat there, relishing the prickly burn. Then Tony said, "We can stop now if you like Lex."

Composing myself a little more I said, "No Sir. Please, I would very much like to continue."

He smiled, kissed me on the forehead, and moved aside allowing Norris, holding a length of smooth, white rope, to move in. He motioned for me to hold my wrists together in front, then he bound them together, pulled my arms up over my head and behind me, and tied them off somewhere behind the sofa. Each of them took a length of rope and tied one end around my ankles. Then, with Tony on my left and Norris to my right, they slowly pulled my legs apart until I was spread very, very wide. They completed the task by tying off the ropes at each end of the sofa. Other than my butt, I had never been so "accessible" in my life!

I supposed they could have simply asked, but both men felt it necessary to rub and probe my womanhood to see if I was all set for stage two. They held their glistening fingers in front of me and smiled; it was clear that I was indeed ready to go. When they each held up a soft, rubber flogger for me to see, I was sure that I must have been dripping on the couch.

In unison they began to whack the outside of my legs, from hip to ankles. My eyes snapped shut and my head flew back as if by reflex. It was the first time in my life I had ever felt the touch of a flogger, and the sensations running through my body were overwhelming.

The two whips moved up the inside of my legs, and when they reached the tops of my thighs, I uttered a long, "OHHHGAWWWD!" My head was spinning so, that it sounded like someone else had said it.

The whips strolled up my body in perfect harmony; on my sides, my armpits, then gently up my arms to my elbows; my masters being very careful not to hit my face. They moved the floggers down to my chest; Tony just above my breasts and Norris just below. I was writhing in my bindings, shaking my head violently back and forth, and clenching every muscle I possessed. My body had never experienced anything like it; the electric tingling, the sharp stinging, and the overpowering arousal—all at the same time. Then they started on my boobs.

Tony on the left, Norris on the right. First the tops, then the undersides. I gasped then held my breath as the pain grew and grew. It was like spiked balls were inside my breasts, desperately trying to scrape their way out. I was close to fainting when they stopped; gave me about five seconds to catch my breath, then began alternately swiping the floggers on my yearning pussy.

I came instantly with the first hit. Both men were timing it perfectly, like two guys driving in a circus tent peg. Then Tony moved back to my aching boobs, but much, much softer. Norris had lightened up as well, but he kept whacking the whip between my legs as my orgasm seemed to crest, then fade, then crest again. The room was spinning and I was sure I was blacking out, but mercifully they stopped the floggers and gently used their hands to massage and fondle me as my climax finally waned.

Norris and Tony then sat beside me and just kept softly touching me—essentially petting me—as I slowly regained my ability to breathe normally. Tony remarked at how quiet I had been throughout, especially when I orgasmed. I just smiled at him, not revealing the fact that a girl living with two men must learn how to pleasure herself silently...and own a very quiet vibrator.

"You look amazing Lexie; like you just ran a hundred click marathon," said Norris.

He was right. I was shiny wet with perspiration from my forehead to my toes, and I felt like I had just run a hundred kilometers as well, but it was a good race. No; a great race...! And I won!

Tony said, "You look exhausted Lex. I think we should call it a night."

I was about to agree, but then I remembered, "Oh...no Tony...I mean Sir. I...uh...give in. I will pleasure you with my mouth."

"Listen, Lexie," said Norris, "we had a great time with you tonight. You don't have to do that. I'm sure there will be many more opportunities—"

"No! No Nor...er...Sir. Please! I really want to do this. I beg you Sir, let me do it."

It was true. For the first time in my life I really wanted to have a man's cock in my mouth. I wanted to lick it, suck it, and savour his warm sticky cream. I craved it, and it showed. No further begging was required; my two generous Masters decided to let their little slave have her way.

Norris removed his track shorts, stood on the sofa straddling my hips, and moved himself forward. He was quite large and I was grateful that he didn't ram himself into my mouth. Instead he let me take him in at my own speed, then he just moved gently in and out. His rock hard warrior barely fit, but I was still able to suck and lick to his obvious approval. Understandably, the evenings activities had gotten both men quite horny, so it wasn't long before Norris erupted; and I sucked as hard as I could, determined to get every last drop. I was surprised at my eagerness, and the fact that I actually liked the taste of his cum...kind of nutty.

After he stepped off the sofa, Norris leaned down and kissed me, then gave me a few sips of water. Tony then stepped up for his turn. He was substantial, but not as large as Norris, which gave me a little more leeway to move his grateful ramrod around in my mouth. Tony didn't last long either, and his face scrunched up like he was delivering twins as his body reluctantly gave up its fluid. His was a little different; sweeter...like honey; it was quite pleasant. Before that night, I would have scoffed at anyone who said that I would ever make that statement about a man's ejaculate.

Once Tony recovered, they untied me and covered my with a warm afghan, then they both sat beside me and we all just cuddled for the next few minutes; none of us said a word.

A little later we all said goodnight and went to our respective rooms. Once in mine, I just let the afghan slide off, slipped naked under my cozy warm comforter, and curled up into a ball. My body was pins and needles and still stinging, but in seconds I was fast asleep.

The next few weeks went by as though in a dream. Our "get togethers" were more or less variations on that first night, and my two masters were both perfect gentlemen throughout; letting me acclimate at my own speed. We had frequent sessions, but only if all three of us were present. Norris was a co-pilot on international flights, so his schedule would take him out of country for a few days at a time; and while the temptation was always there, Tony and I would not "play" when Norris was away. 




The Cabin by the Lake



David and Kerri had been dating for 2 years and were mad for each other, they went everywhere and could not leave each others side, even when it was time to go back to their separate homes.

David had a close friend who owned a beautiful cabin up north surrounded by a lake known for its fishing and amazing views of the stars and sunrise.

Kerri had never seen the cabin but heard all about it from David who had visited it once or twice when he'd go fishing, something Kerri hadn't yet liked to do with David, which never really bothered David all the much. As they both agreed that as much as the loved each other and wanted to be together all the time they did need some time alone.

The weekend was fast approaching and David and Kerri needed some relaxation as both of them had been working long hours and hadn't seen much of each other. David was able to score the cabin for the weekend and talked to Kerri about spending the weekend there, Kerri was excited to get away from the city and her parents who she was living with when she wasn't with David at his place.

David and Kerri arranged to take an early leave from work Friday and head up north before the mad rush. David packed his fishing gear incase there was time to do a little fishing but he wasn't worried if he couldn't just being alone with Kerri was what he wanted most. David and Kerri could always be alone at his place but Kerri seemed tight and very often found it hard to unwind and let herself go. David was determined to make sure Kerri really found herself this weekend.

When David arrived at Kerri's house she was packing a few last minute things. David smiled when he saw Kerri manly because of the sheer cotton summer dress she was wearing plus she had on a pair of black cowboy boots that really sit off Kerri's long legs. David stood there looking at her for a while as she packed her things, Kerri noticed he was just standing there looking at her and ask him are you just going to stand there or are you going help me. David said he was sorry and told her he couldn't help it, as she was looking really good. Kerri smiled at what David said, she always liked when he would tell her how beautiful she looked and didn't mined if he told her that he didn't like something about her. Kerri was in to pleasing David and respected him for his honesty.

Before she met David she was very self-conscious and lacked esteem, but over the two years together she started feeling better about herself and changing the way she dressed hence allowing herself to wear such a sheer cotton dress.

David walked over to Kerri and grabbed her in his arms and gave her a hot steamy kiss as he ran his hands down her back and cupped her tight ass, Kerri let out a low moan and pulled herself closer to Dave's body. David squeezed Kerri's ass a little tighter just to be bad. Again Kerri moan only this time a little louder then the first moan. She looked at David and said stop your making me all hot, to which David replied the hotter the better. This weekend is all about you he told her as he hugged her and gave her one more kiss on the lips.

David picked up Kerri's bags and heading for the car, as Kerri was saying goodbye to her folks and told them she'd called when they arrived. Kerri's parents liked David and were glad he was Kerri's steady boyfriend, as she didn't have a lot of friends. They were always wondering when they would get married, as they were both 30yrs old but they never forced the subject on him. David waved goodbye as he got into his car Kerri went to get something from one of her bags then got in the car as David pulled out of the driveway and took off for their fun filled weekend alone. 

Traffic was light for the time of day and David was glad they decided to leave early, last thing he needed was to be stuck in traffic, but as he looked at Kerri sitting there in her dress he wouldn't mind it so much. Kerri looked over at David and gave him a smile and said she is up to trying anything this weekend. David couldn't help but smile back as his mind raced with evil thoughts.

David turned on the radio and Kerri's favorite sang came on, how perfect is this he said to Kerri, the weather is great, we're going to be alone, your looking totally hot and your favorite song is on. Yeah we're really in for a treat this weekend especially you she said very low but David heard it but made it seem like he didn't.

It was a very hot day and David notice the temp gauge climbing high so he pulled into a gas station to check the car and top up the gas tank. He apologized to Kerri and said it might get hot, as he had to turn off the car. She said it was fine and went into the store to look around and use the restroom as they still had a long way to go. Kerri came back as David was still filling up the car and checking under the hood, he closed the hood looked at Kerri and said all was good and went inside to pay. Kerri was getting hot from the heat and decided to be bold and removed her bra she wanted to remove her panties to but figured it would distract David from driving.

When David got back he hadn't noticed that Kerri wasn't wearing her bra or if he did he made it seem like he didn't, Kerri found it strange that he didn't notice, as her dress was sheer. David started up the car and turned the a/c on high and pulled out of the station, he smiled at Kerri and said off we go.

It was still very hot in the car as the A/C was struggling to keep up, David looked over at Kerri and could see sweat running down her neck and arms. Then he noticed how her cotton dress was clinging to her body and at that moment he realized Kerri wasn't wearing her bra as he saw her warm soft skin through the cotton.

A blast of cold air hit Kerri and it instantly made her nipples go hard which David could see clearly as the dress was clinging tight to her chest from her sweat. He was speechless at first then said wow you never looked so hot, when did you remove your bra. Kerri looked over and said when you went to pay for the gas, I got so hot that I just had to get out of it. I thought you would have noticed when you got back but you didn't. David was surprised that he didn't but figured he was concerned about the car and getting back on road.

David was driving at a steady speed and was smiling as he kept looking over at Kerri and her hard nipples and semi exposed breasts, wishing he could take them in his hands and caresses them and sucks those rock hard nipples. It was starting to get hot so he turned up the air ever colder. This made Kerri moan as the cold air brushed over her. She noticed that her nipples had gotten ever harder, her nipples usually got hard when she was cold or aroused by David needing on them, as he loved to do. But this time they were so hard she thought they'd break at the slightest touch. She was thinking how great it would be to have David suck on them while they were so hard the thought of his warm tongue circling around her ample tits and how he'd flick her harden nipples was driving her mad with passion she never felt before. She truly believed that this was going to be a weekend of pure pleasure and she couldn't wait any longer.

David turned his attention back to road as he was approaching a sharp bend in the road, which made the seatbelts tighten against their bodies, this gave Kerri an even greater feeling of pleasure as the cotton clung tighter and her nipples rubbed against it made her moan. Not to mention that a river of sweat was running down her bare chest, David took his attention off the road and watched Kerri as she enjoyed the feeling. Looking at what he was seeing he began to feel a stiffness growing in his jeans, Kerri looked over and noticed that his jeans had gotten tighter and realized she was making him hard and smiled a wicked little smile that David had never seen before. This made David even harder and he shifted in his seat. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take and continued to drive on and tried no to look at Kerri and started thinking about anything but her, all the while his raging hard-on stayed with him and Kerri could see that he wasn't going soft. The roads had a few small turns in it then finally straighten out; he was wishing his cock would do the same as it was starting to hurt all press up inside his jeans. Kerri could see David was in pain and took her seatbelt off and leaned forward, kissed him and said I know what you need. With that she undid his jeans and pulled out his hard cock, but before she did anything she wanted to make sure he was really hard so she pulled her dress off her shoulders and exposed her breasts to him which made his cock twitch and stiffen. Kerri smiled and leaned forward and took David's cock into her hot warm mouth and processed to suck him while he drove.

This was the first time Kerri ever did anything like this and David was just enjoying it while it lasted it. Kerri was sucking David hard and taking him as far as she could take him, David noticed that her nipples seemed be even harder now and was amazed that they could have gotten that hard, he had seen them hard but never like this. Kerri was letting out moans as she slide his cock in and out of her mouth and as she did she grabbed her breasts and squeezed them and pulled her hard nipples. She was really getting into it when she sinced that David was getting close to cumming so she tighten her grip on his cock and drew him in for what was going to be an intense orgasm like he had never felt before. Kerri drew back them push him in and felt his cock tighten and release that warm hot liquid down her throat. She held him in her mouth and sucked until she knew he was dry. She pulled back slowly to allow him to savor the feeling of her mouth on his hot cock and was hit with another small load of cum and was amazed he was able to came again. She withdrew his cock from her mouth and looked up at him, he was smiling and looked at her and said wow that was amazing one of your best thanks. Kerri placed her dress back on her shoulders and fastened her seatbelt and enjoyed the rest of the ride. Little was said during this time but they both knew things were going to different this weekend.

David and Kerri were getting closer to the lake as the area was becoming more familiar to David. As he was approaching a large hill the view of the lake and surround tress came into view and Kerri's eyes opened wide as she took in the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen. She looked at David and said this is beautiful, he said it gets better as we drive more in.

David drove past the small row of shops that lead to a small back road then made a sharp right onto a gravel road lined with spruce and maple trees to the right was the lake. They drove on past the road became more secluded and the trees got thicker, the lake seem to disappear from all the trees but Dave told Kerri that the cabin backed onto the lake and that its was very private. That's why he likes to fish there, as he wasn't bothered by other people going by in their boats. He also said it was the perfect place for skinny-dipping especially at night as the moon would hang over the lake. Kerri raised her eyebrows at him and smiled.

As they came over a small hill Kerri saw a stone wall with gates and David said here we are. David pulling into the long circular type driveway that was lined with the same spruce and maple trees, in the middle of the lot stood the most beautiful cabin ever, stone walls mixed with logs picture windows overlooking the front drive and the water. Over to the left they could see an old Ford pickup truck and Kerri was worried that David's friend hadn't left and that their weekend was over. David told Kerri that the truck was always parked there as it was only used to pickup supplies from town. 

David led Kerri up to the door of the cabin and unlocked it, when he opened the door Kerri was blown away by how beautiful the inside was. The walls were the same mix of stone and wood logs, the ceilings were high with log beams and there was a stone fireplace with a large white rug set in front of it. She often wondering what it wold be like to make love on a rug in front of a roaring fire. It always seemed romance in movies but she thought she'd never get to do it or have the courage to try it. Something told her she'd get to live out her fantasy.

David walked up behind Kerri and wrapped his arms around her waste and held her tight, them kiss the back of her neck, them moved to her left ear he knew she loved it when he'd suck on her ears and she let out a soft moan. He held her tighter then spun her around and kissed her lips. They stayed like that for while then broke their embrace. David said he was going to unpack the car and told Kerri to explore the cabin, at first she just sat down and stared at the stone fireplace, she was tired from the long drive but didn't want to just sit around she did enough sitting in the car. She started to walk around the cabin while David continued to bring stuff in. Kerri came to the bedrooms and found one that had a large bed with a beautiful oak headboard that had carvings, it was a high bed but was still low enough that you could kneel down and still be eye level. There was another rug like the one in the main room by the fireplace, she notice a few pictures of David on the wall and night stand and figured that this was David's own room when he'd stayed here. 

David was coming in when he noticed Kerri in the room and said good you found my room. Kerri said it was a beautiful room, David told her that the bathroom was attached to the room, she went to look at it and was surprised to see a large sunken tub and shower. The tub looked like it allowed 3 people to bathe together if you were into that kind a thing. 

Kerri was taking the entire cabin in and was amazed at how wonderful it was. She had never imaged it was this beautiful, David said it was special but words could ever do justice and he was right. David walked into the room and looked at Kerri who was lying on the large bed and notice that her nipples were still hard. He said you look so beautiful lying there on the bed and walked over to her and gently kissed her as he slide onto the bed next to her. Kerri rolled to her side then managed to roll on top of David which was always his favorite position as he could look up into her eyes and had full access to her ample chest. 

Kerri leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips then whispered in his ear about her fantasy of making love by the fire on the rug. David laid there still as he looked at Kerri smiling at him then he grabbed her and held her tight against him. He said he might be able to make that happened.

Kerri asked David if he'd be mad if she took a nap to refresh herself from the long drive. David said he had no problem with that and said he'd go out and fish or set things up. He told her to make sure she checked out the hot tub on the deck. She said she would as he left the room. Kerri sat at the edge of the bed and pulled off her cowboy boots then stood up and let her cotton dress fall to the floor. There she stood with only her black panties on oh how she wished David were still in the room to see her. But she knew she needed some rest if she was going to be up for fooling around which she figured would last through the night.

She walked in to the bathroom and admired herself in the long mirror that hung in the room. She noticed that her nipples were still hard and wondered if they would soften, but she didn't mind at the moment, as she liked the feel of them hard and out there. She could feel herself unwinding and enjoying her lusty feelings. She ran the water in the tub and splashed some water over her body enough to just wash away some of the days sweat. As she draped the water over her sensitive breasts and nipples she slowly ran her hands around them and needed them and even tweaked her harden nipples as she did she started to moan like she was on fire.

She dried herself off and head over to the bed and slide on into it. It was nice and soft on her almost bear skin, she was still wearing her panties which were damp from her sweat, she reach down and pulled them off while still under the covers. She rub her hand across her pussy and felt that she was wet and figured it was from the heat and possible from being aroused from sucking David's cock and all the kissing and her still hard nipples. She was just about to remove her hand when her index finger found its way into your warm wet pussy, it felt good there and se started to move it around much like Dave did when they'd give each other oral. She added another finger and started picking up rhythm as she pushed in and out of her wet pussy. She started moaning uncontrollably and was grabbing at her tits as she was hit by one of the strongest orgasm she's had. David had given her orgasms before but this time when she did it was stronger and it almost brought her to tiers, as it was so stronger. She lay there enjoying the sensation and knew she'd be ready for tonight, then she fell asleep.

David was outside by the waters edge with his fishing rod in one hand and a cold beer in the other enjoying what was left of the afternoon. The long drive had made him tired but he was use to being tired. He drank his beer and waited for the fish to bit, there wasn't much action as it was late and the sun was still hot. He tied one more worm on the hook and casted out his line and drank down the last of his beer. When he had enough of fishing he put down his rod and went to collect some firewood, as he knew the nights could get chilly plus he wanted Kerri to have her fantasy come true.

He placed the wood in the stone fireplace, then went to the kitchen and got two wineglasses and placed then on the table near the fireplace. He found some candles and also placed them around the table, the mantel and some on the floor by the rug. He wanted this to be perfect for Kerri.

He quietly walked into the bedroom were he saw Kerri sound asleep, he noticed her cotton dress on the floor and slowly picked it up and hung it over a chair to dry. Then his eyes lit up and a smile came to his face when he saw her panties on the floor and knew that under those sheets she was naked. He headed for the bathroom were he stripped his clothes and ran a semi hot shower, he hoped the sound of the water hadn't woken Kerri up. He dried himself off and returned to the room and saw that Kerri was still sleeping so he slowly climbed into the bed and laid there next to her. He lifted the covers just so he could look at her naked body he never got tired of looking at her naked body. He leaned over and gently kissed her forehead and whispered I love you, then passed out.

About an hour later Kerri woke up and found David beside her and wondered how long she'd been asleep. She too lifted the covers and saw that David was naked and smiled at the sight of his cock and hard body. She too leaned over and kissed his forehead. He stirred a bit then woke up to the most beautiful set of eyes looking at him and reached out and pull Kerri to him and kissed her.

Since they had both rested David decide to return the favor he received in the car and forcefully pulled the sheets away from Kerri's body and revealed her naked body. Almost instantly her nipples grew hard maybe it's the ceiling fan above them or just the way David had taken the sheets off her. She laid there as David surveyed the beauty that lay before him. Kerri seem nervous though they'd been this way many times it just seem different this time and she didn't know what to expect plus she had already got herself off. Seeing how her nipples got hard so fast she figured she was primed and ready.

David started to kiss Kerri's lips then moved to her ears and down her neck giving small but tender bits along the way. He kissed a trail down the middle of her chest bone and rested his chin between her breasts. He lifted his head look down at Kerri and them started to lick at her hard nipples starting on the left and moving to the right circling every inch of her B sized breasts. He grabbed hold of them and needed them like you'd needed dough, he brought one to his mouth and then the other one to his mouth each time sucking harder on her nipples. He let go of her breasts and was kissing his way down her body, he stopped at her belly button and licked it with his tongue driving her mad as she started to buck her body upwards. David continued to lick at her belly as he ran his hands along her long legs and then found her ever growing wet pussy and slowly rubbed his hands a long her lips and then inserted a finger then two pushing deep inside her. With his fingers still inside her he made his way back up to her breasts and again sucked them. 




The Cabin by the Lake



The truth was that I wanted to intensify things, but they kept reining me in, insisting that we take it slow. Still, it was wonderful. We grew much closer over that time and our relationship quickly became a truly caring bond for all three of us...and there was a promise of things to come, which became the focus of my nightly fantasies for days.

About a week after our first night, a tragic accident took the life of Tony's cousin. They had been very close in their youth, and his friend had willed Tony a cottage on Monc Lake. Every weekend, for the next month or so, Tony and Norris, if he was available, would take the six hour drive up to the "cabin" to affect some needed renovations. When the repairs were finished, we were all going up for a long weekend—a weekend where I was going to be their slave for two straight days! Visions of being their plaything for an entire weekend invaded my dreams virtually every night after that.

It seemed to take forever, but finally the July 1st long weekend arrived. We were all up by six AM Saturday morning, and after a shower, breakfast, and a little last minute packing, I was just about to dress for the trip when Norris knocked on my bedroom door, "I have something for you, my pretty little slave," he said.

The "pretty little slave" reference made it clear that my weekend was already under way, "Yes Master Norris. What is it?"

I opened the door to find him holding a blouse and skirt, which he handed to me and said, "We would like you to wear these, and only these, for the ride up to the cottage. Please give me your bag now, so I can load it in the car, and be dressed by the time I get back."

With that, he took my pack and went down to the car. The blouse was a white, short sleeved "schoolgirl" shirt, at least two sizes too small...with all the buttons removed. I was just able to get it over my cleavage and barely cover my nipples. My only option to hold it in place was to tie the shirt tails tightly under my boobs. I laughed out loud when I saw that the skirt too was of the schoolgirl variety; a wrap-around tartan miniskirt that barely covered my bum. It was also a couple of sizes too small, making it more of an "almost wrap-around." With a fair bit of effort I was able to get the button done up, but the tiny skirt left the side of my left leg completely exposed. To say I was "clothed" would have been a joke.

I slipped on some light sandals, then went to the living room just as Norris came back, "You all set?" he said.

"Yes, Master Norris, I am ready to go."

As I started to head for the door, he said, "Oh, wait. Did you not understand my instructions as to what you were to wear?"

"Uh...yes, Master Norris, I think—" then I realized my mistake.

I quickly kicked the sandals off and said, "Oh...I'm sorry Master Norris, I wasn't thinking."

"I see..." he said, "Please turn around, bend over, and place your hands on your back...and hike your skirt up."

I did as instructed, then gasped as he immediately administered a harsh spanking; ten sharp, rapid whacks, alternating cheek to cheek. It took my by surprise...and it hurt! I started to cry a little, then he said, "Stand up straight now and face me please...do you have anything to say?"

Still teary eyed, I said, "Thank you for spanking me, Master Norris. I deserved every smack for my mistake. I did not mean to disobey...and I will try to do better."

He stepped forward, reached around me, and rubbed by burning butt, "Very well, my precious slave. It upsets me to punish you, so try your very best for me, okay?"

"Yes, Master Norris, I promise I will."

He kissed me gently on the forehead, and then we headed down to the car. While we were walking down the stairs I had to wonder, as I had many times before, why I was so turned on when treated as a slave by my two masters. I am not a submissive person by nature, and I have never liked being pushed around by anybody. If you push, I will push back, but with Tony and Norris all I wanted was for them to tie me up, whip me, spank me, make me do things to them, and let them do whatever they wanted to me. I realized that I would never truly understand it, but it didn't matter. I was already sticky wet between my legs...and would most likely be that way for the rest of the weekend.

Tony was already waiting in the rented SUV, and Norris directed me to sit in the back seat on the passenger side, then he buckled me in, spread my knees apart and told me to keep them that way. He went around and slid in beside me, and had me place my hands behind my back, again stating that I should remain in that position unless otherwise instructed.

"I will spell Tony around the halfway mark," he said, "but in the meantime remember that you are here for my entertainment, my sweet little vassal."

"Yes, Master Norris. I am here for your pleasure, and Master Tony's."

Just saying those words turned me on something awful. It amazed me how little it took to arouse me when I was with those two guys. I wondered if there might not be something wrong with me—a faulty bit of circuitry in my brain perhaps. Well, if there was, then so be it. All I knew was that I was terribly excited, and whatever was to come next, couldn't come fast enough.

Once on the highway, my two masters just guy talked about how nice the Overlander SUV was; how the Blue Jays had improved over last year; then more talk of the SUV. After a half hour or so, Norris lost interest in the conversation and turned to me. He pulled something out of his pocket, held them up, and said, "Do you know what these are?"

I had been daydreaming a bit, but the sight of the sinister looking, chained device instantly brought me back to reality, "Uh...yes, Master Norris...they are nipple clamps."

"That's correct," he said, "Now, please pull your blouse aside and present those lovely pink nubbins."

Grateful for the dark, tinted rear widows I dutifully exposed my breasts, put my hands back behind me, and then stuck my chest out.

I had no idea what to expect. I had never before had anything placed on my exceedingly sensitive nipples, and these looked particularly formidable. My face screwed itself up in an instinctive wince as Norris moved the clamp closer and squeezed the jaw open.

"OH SHIT...SHIT!" I turned my head away as the heavy clamp bit down. My breast felt like it had been stabbed with a machete. I began to cry and my breathing changed to short, sharp gasps. Nothing I had ever experienced matched the hurt of that dreadful device. I bit my lip and began to hum loudly as Norris moved in with the second clamp.

"NNNNNNNN!" My hum grew louder then changed to a squeal as the second appliance clenched my trembling nipple, and I began to openly sob. The pain seemed even more excruciating than the first, and combined, they caused my entire chest to ache horribly. I was being tortured, truly tortured, and for the first time since that inaugural night, I was seriously considering the safe word.

For the next couple of minutes Norris just sat and watched me, and I could see Tony taking furtive glances in the rearview mirror. I couldn't keep from crying like a baby, but slowly I began to reach a point where I could tolerate the pain—barely.

"How's she taking it?" said Tony.

"Not sure..." said Norris, "How are you taking it, my lovely slave?"

Through my sobs I said, "I...I'm okay...It really hurts, Masters."

He said, "They look very nice on you, and I would like to keep them in place a while longer, but if you say so, I will remove them."

It hit me like a boulder; it was decision time. We were moving to a new level, something I had been aching for since the beginning. Was it what I really wanted? Norris had made it clear; the choice was mine...and I always had the safe word. Yes! It was definitely what I wanted...what I had wanted for years.

Forcing myself to stop crying I said, "If it pleases you, Master Norris, I would like to keep them in place."

Norris smiled broadly, moved in very close, and kissed me on the cheek. Then he whispered in my ear, "Both Tony and I love you very much, Alexandra, and we want you to be happy. You have to promise that, if any of this makes you unhappy, you will tell us right away...Promise me Lexie."

I smiled back at him and said, "Thank you, Master Norris. I will...I promise both of you, I will."

As I became more able to tolerate the torment in my abused nipples, I realized that my libido had been working hard in the background. In spite of the pain, or perhaps because of it, I was unbearably horny; the fire between my legs had jumped straight from a cinder to a four alarm blaze.

Still smiling, Norris grabbed the chain connecting the two clamps and said, "Open your mouth please."

I did as he said and he placed the chain between my teeth, "Now, lean your head back to remove the slack."

I slowly tilted my head back until the chain tightened and lightly pulled on the clamps. I began to hum again as even that slight tug felt like someone had shoved two hot needles into my nipples. Norris moved his hand between my legs and slid two fingers inside. He started to softly stroke my clit with his thumb, while his fingers hunted and probed for some unseen quarry. My very appreciative pussy was seconds away from showing its gratitude and I reflexively moved my head back, pulling even harder on those tenacious clamps. The pain shot down my body at light speed and commingled with the blaze in my abdomen. The orgasm was instant, powerful, and terrifying.

I was screaming; bawling like a baby and I couldn't stop from thrashing my head around and yanking on those awful vice grips clenching my agonized nips. Norris fingers continued to work their magic, but I thought for a moment that I might not survive. It was like there were two of me; one frantically needing it to end, and the other greedily wanting it to continue.

Finally, the climax ebbed and Norris changed his probing to a soft, gentle massage, but even these light touches to my super-sensitive vulva were causing me to spasm, and again pull on that stupid chain. Coming to my rescue, he put his free hand behind my head and held it so that the chain stayed slack. It never occurred to me to simply let the chain go.

He kissed me on the cheek, gently took the chain from my mouth, then still holding my head, he slowly released the first clamp.

"OHHHHJESUS!" My teeth were clenched tight, but my eyes snapped wide open as the blood rushed back into my newly freed nip. For a moment I thought he had set it on fire! I cried even harder as he moved to release the other clamp.

"SHITSHITSHIT...JESUSSHIT!" It wasn't pins and needles; it was white hot daggers and foot long hypodermics. My brain wasn't even able to process the new sensations of pain. It was excruciating, but at least it was slowly subsiding.

"Hey Norris," said Tony, "maybe a couple of ice cubes would help her."

Norris said, "Oh...yeah, okay," and reached into the cooler. He handed me a few cubes, which I immediately placed against my distressed buds. They looked like they weren't any worse for wear, but they felt like they had been mangled in a Cuisineart.

The ice was heavenly, and in a few minutes my poor, mistreated nipples began to recover. When I removed the ice I was amazed to see that my little buds were erect and rock hard; like two little bullets. It was as though they were saying that they were ready for more. Stupid nipples!

From the front, Tony said, "Wow Lex! I couldn't see much, but it sure sounded amazing. I can't wait for my turn!" 

"Uh...yes, Master Tony...I am looking forward to it as well," I said, as I glanced down at my boobs and shuddered.

A little while later, at about the halfway mark of our trip, we pulled into a large service centre. It wasn't exceptionally busy, but Tony parked near the rear of the lot, well away from all the other cars. My scanty outfit drew numerous stares as he escorted me on the rather long walk to the washroom. The stroll back seemed to attract even more gawkers—as though people had lined up for the show.

Norris was already back and in the driver's seat, having purchased some coffees and snacks. When we had finished the food, Tony stretched out and said, "You know, I'd really like a hummer."

I just sat there, assuming that he was again talking to Norris about cars. A few second passed then Tony said, "Uh...did my little slave not hear what I said?"

"Yes, Master Tony, you told Master Norris that you'd like to own a...oh...oh...please forgive me for being so stupid, Master Tony."

After a quick glance to ensure that no one was around, I knelt on the seat and moved close to him. He lifted his butt so I could pull his shorts down, and in short order I relieved him of a good supply of—what he called—"his tasty spooge." A quick look in the rearview mirror told me that I shouldn't waste any time moving to the front seat to take care of Master Norris as well, and it wasn't long before he too fed me a generous helping of his "delicious non-dairy treat."

We were soon back on the road, and the remainder of the trip was uneventful as both myself, and a somewhat drained Master Tony, dozed off in the back seat. It was around four in the afternoon when we were roused by Master Norris, "Okay kiddies, we're here."

The three of us piled out of the SUV, stretched and walked off the car stiffness, and then surveyed our surroundings. We were at the end of a long, gravel lane, and looking out over a small, pristine lake. At the other end of the lake, in a tiny cove, was a cottage; the only one on the entire shoreline. Monc Lake was indeed small, barely large enough to rate a name, but the entire body of water, and the land surrounding it for about fifty metres back from shore, now belonged to Tony.

There was a small channel, about one hundred metres west of the cove, which led to a much larger lake, but the waterway was very shallow, so it was rare that a boat would venture in. The bottom line was; Tony had himself his own private lake, and the kind of solitude that much richer men would envy. It was the perfect place for a weekend of bondage and discipline.

I stood on the floating, wooden dock while the two men loaded our bags into a small, open boat. When they were finished, they both came over to me, and Norris said, "A couple of things Lexie: First, you won't be needing those for the next couple of days." 

He was referring to my clothes of course, so I remove the blouse, folded it neatly, and handed it to him. I did the same with the skirt, and then assumed the position; hands behind my back, feet wide apart, and eyes to the ground. I had never been naked in the outdoors before, and even though I was sure there was no one else around, it was exciting--actually exhilarating.

Tony stepped forward and said, "Lexie, the past few weeks have been wonderful for Norris and me, and we hope you as well. As a small token we have this gift for you."

"Thank you very much Masters," I said as I accepted the slim, gift wrapped package. I impatiently tore the paper off, and opened the velvet covered box. Inside was a beautiful, stressed leather collar complete with eighteen carat gold buckle and a tiny gold padlock. There was a small engraved plate; also gold, which read, "Exquisite Slave A, Property of Masters T and N."

"Oh Masters! This is so sweet. It...it's the most thoughtful thing I have ever received—"

"You don't have to wear it if you don't want to," said Norris, "It was just something we thought would show our appreciation."

I smiled and handed the collar to him, then turned and lifted my hair, "Would Master be so kind?"

He slipped it around my neck and fastened the buckle, ensuring that it wasn't too tight, then he said, "We won't bother with the padlock—"

"Oh please, Master Norris...It wouldn't feel right without it."

He chuckled and snapped the tiny lock in place. It was no more functional than the collar itself; both were purely symbolic—a symbol of the powerful bond that had evolved between us. I wished I could look in a mirror, but instead I turned, again assumed the position, flipped my hair back, and said, "Do my Masters approve?"

They smiled broadly and moved close to me, showing their approval with kisses and some fondling. A little more of the latter would have easily gotten me off, but sadly they stopped and helped me into the boat.

Even the short ride across the lake aroused me, as the warm summer air washed over my nakedness and blew my hair back like a fluttering flag. I was distracted, however, as we neared our destination. All along they had referred to the place as "the cabin," but the reality was that the cottage was as much a cabin as the Taj Mahal was an outhouse. It was a very large, gorgeous, hewn log structure, which sported a massive stone chimney at one side, a tall chalet peak in the front, and a huge bay window.

As we reached shore, Norris eased the little boat up to the dock, and Tony jumped out and tied it off. Norris got out, then the two of them helped me up, and without grabbing any of the bags, led me up the steps and into the cottage. We entered a large main room with a high cathedral ceiling and several heavy wooden beams running from side to side. There were also two very heavy wooden pillars supporting the entire structure. The only items that seemed a bit out of place were the numerous, heavy metal rings bolted to some of the beams and high up on the pillars. A heavy rope was looped through one of the rings near the middle of the room, with one end tied off at a pillar, and the other just hanging there...waiting.

They had me stand underneath the dangling cord, and then Tony went to a table near the wall, returning with a pair of suspension cuffs. Each taking an arm, they installed the cuffs snuggly, then lifted my arms up and clipped the cuffs to the ring at the end of the rope. Norris then went to the pillar, undid that end of the rope, and began to pull slowly. My arms soon reached as high as they could go, but he continued to draw the rope until I was forced to stand on my toes. Satisfied, he tied it off.

Both of them came over to me and began to fondle, squeeze, pinch, tweak, rub, and probe whatever they wanted to. I had never been tied stretched up in that manner before; the apartment just didn't lend itself to that kind of thing, and my two Masters seemed to enjoy the new novelty a great deal, as they continued to allow their hands to run wild. The prolific touching was fanning the flames of an already raging fire in my tummy.

Sadly, they finally stopped, and Tony again went to the table to retrieve another toy—a wooden spanking paddle. It resemble as cricket bat, although only about half the size. Even so, it looked pretty solid.

Norris stepped forward and said, "We feel that you need to be 'warmed up' for this evening's activities, so you will receive twenty spanks with the paddle. It is important that you keep track, so when you are ready, you will count out each smack and politely ask for another. Do you understand my pretty little courtesan?"

"Yes Master Norris," I said, "Uh...please give me a spank at your pleasure."

My bum had felt the sting of a paddle before, but I had always just been bent over their knee. I had to wonder if the fact that they were standing would allow them to put a little more pepper into their swing. That question was answered a heartbeat later. 

"HOLYSHIIIIT!" Norris first smack was at least twice as hard as anything he had administered before. It forced me to arch forward and lift my feet off the ground...and my poor bum stung like never before!

After a few seconds I clenched my teeth and said, "Number one...If it pleases you, your slave would like another Master Norris."

"Oh SON-OF-ABITCH!" He had wasted no time in granting my request, placing a second, equally strong whack a little lower on my throbbing butt. If it could talk, my ass would have been already begging for mercy. Geez those hits stung! I wasn't sure if I could take twenty, and again the temptation to use the safe word grew strong.




The Cabin by the Lake



He delivered three more smacks; each a little lower on my bum, and each as hard as the first. Dutifully I counted out the hits then begged for another. Tears were streaming down my face, and my tortured rear end was becoming frustrated with the rest of me for not using the safe word! It screamed at me to stop the torment; and it admonished me for getting more aroused with each blow.

Odd as that sounds, that's exactly how it was. The part of my anatomy being mistreated seemed to separate from the rest of me; like it had become an entity in itself. The extremity under duress would scream for relief and beg for mercy...but the rest of me! The rest of me relished in it! The rest of me got more and more turned with each smack of the paddle, or each lash of the whip. I was thoroughly convinced that there had to be some sort of misfire in the mainboard of my brain.

Tony came back in with some of our luggage, deposited the bags by the bedrooms, and took the paddle from Norris. He then stepped into position behind me, while Norris went to the boat. Both my Masters cared for me a great deal; of that there was no doubt, and both were true gentlemen, but there was a distinct difference between the two. When it came to my "discipline", Norris took it very seriously and rarely held anything back. Tony, on the other hand, just didn't have it in his soul to really hurt anybody, no matter what the circumstance, so he always treated me like a China doll. It was something I hoped we would be able to correct in the future.

"Welcome Master Tony. If it pleases you, your slave is very eager for the spanking to continue.

"OHHHHGAWWWWD!" His first smack stung to be sure, but not even close to those from Norris, and while I would never fake an orgasm, a little over-acting for Tony seemed like the right thing to do.

I let a few seconds pass, then said, "Number six...If it pleases you, your slave would like another Master Tony."

Like Norris, he readily granted my wish, smacking four more times. I responded with various screams and shrieks with each one, and because I was still crying a little from the first five, Tony seemed satisfied that he had performed his duty as a harsh task master. He seemed pretty relieved to hand the paddle back to Norris who had since returned from the dock. I loved Tony dearly, but I too was happy with the return of Norris, as my abdominal flame had been treading water since he left.

"Welcome back Master Norris. If it pleases you, your slave is very eager for you to resume the spanking.

"OHGEEZSHITGEEZ!" The smack was terribly hard; like the first time, it was near the top of my butt, and sent a sharp, white hot sting through the whole lower half of my body...My belly fire instantly relit itself.

I really did need a few seconds to regroup after that hit, but after a deep breath I said, "Number eleven...If it pleases you, your slave would like another Master Norris."

Eager to please, he bestowed my aching ass with three more harsh blows; every one increased my sobbing by a factor of two, and my arousal by a factor of ten. Each hit caused my body to arch forward, and my feet to take a few baby steps. I'm not sure if it was the rubbing of my thighs together when I took those little steps, or just the spanking itself, but when the paddle touched my ass for the fifteenth time...

"OH MAS...I'M COMING! I'M COMING MASTER NORRIS!" It was the first time in my life that I ever had an orgasm without some sort of direct clitoral stimulation. Up to that point, I didn't even think that was possible.

Norris moved in close and placed one hand on my tummy, while with the other he rapidly, but lightly, spanked away with the paddle. I was writhing on the end of the rope. My feet were off the ground, and I was twisting and flailing my legs. I think I inadvertently kicked him at least twice. He softened, then stopped his smacking as the fervor in my abdomen began to ebb. I settled down and got my toes back on the floor, but my legs were wobbly and couldn't support me, so I just hung there. Norris, noting my dilemma, put his arm around me and lifted a bit to take the weight off my arms.

"You okay Lexie?" he said "How do your arms and shoulders feel?"

Still gasping, and softly sobbing, I said, "They're okay Master. If you could just give me a minute..."

Tony came over with a bottle of lotion, "Maybe we should take her down now, Norris."

Norris said, "Let's just give a little time, then we'll see how she feels."

"Oh Master Tony. If it pleases you, I still have five more spanks coming."

"I don't think so, little slave, I think you've had enough."

"But Master Tony—"

"No buts," he said, "Your Master has spoken."

With that he moved behind me and began to gently massage my grateful derriere with a liberal amount of Aloe E lotion. I smiled, realizing that he probably enjoyed rubbing my ass much more than spanking it. For a moment, I sank into a state of bliss, savouring the tenderness I was receiving from my masters; Norris easily holding me in his arms, and Tony lovingly caressing my bum.

Maybe I was a masochist; not in the strictest sense of the term perhaps, but I was beginning to understand my craving—at least some of it. The amazing sensations when I was bound and whipped; the incredible, but different, rush when bound and toyed with. The endorphin high when "forced" to perform fellatio for my two masters. Even just being naked in front of them brought on a buzz that was hard to explain. And then there's the other end of the stick. Like the guy said when he was asked why he constantly banged his head against the wall: "Because it feels sooooo good when I stop!"

My meanderings were interrupted when Norris said, "I'm going to remove my arm now."

He slowly released his grip so my arms could again take my own weight. My shoulders did ache a bit, but I was fairly trim and in pretty good shape. My regular exercise regime included a little weight training, so it didn't bother me too much to hang by my wrists. A good thing too.

"Okay Tony," he said.

"Are you sure Norris? She might be getting pretty sore."

"It'll be okay...She'll tell us if it gets too bad."

With that, Tony pulled on the other end of the rope and lifted me until my feet were about six inches off the floor. He re-tied it to the pillar as Norris said, "We're going to make supper now, so you can just...hang around. Every once in a while one of us will come and check up on you, and remind you that we are still here."

"Yes Master Norris."

Even though I was their "slave," I was never made to do chores. It was simple really; I was their sex slave, not their servant. As far as I could tell that was just the way it was, although the fact that I could barely boil water properly may have had some bearing on the decision; and my homemaking skills left a lot to be desired as well.

So...I just hung there while they went about preparing a pork loin roast and a nice assortment of side dishes. About a half hour later Tony came and stood in front of me, "How are the shoulders Lex?"

"They're okay Master."

"Are you sure," he said, "Don't be a martyr little slave. You must tell us if it's getting too hard."

"I will Master Tony, I promise, but I'm fine...really."

"Okay...then spread your legs wide for me, little slave," It was only then that I noticed the leather flogger in his right hand.

Holding my legs apart in mid air was harder than I expected, and I had to flex every muscle in my body to keep them there. It got even more difficult when he set the flogger rotating and landed ten straight lashes to my wide open vulva. I threw my head back and clenched my muscles as hard as I could; struggling to keep my legs apart as the leather flayed across my labia and clit. I was instantly hot, and with my muscles clenched as tight as they were, it would take only a few more...but he stopped.

"You can relax now little slave. Master Norris will be along shortly to check on you again."

Damn! There I was, helplessly dangling on the end of a rope, and hotter than a nymphomaniac marooned on a desert island. He was teasing me; getting me really close, then walking away. They had done this before, and each time was more frustrating than the last...and they were getting real good at it! They would bring me oh so close, then stop. Sometimes they'd just watch me; sometimes they would wave the whip or crop so close that I could feel the breeze, but they wouldn't land a blow...It was the most maddening thing, and in a way, the worst torture.

A few minutes later Norris was standing before me, "Spread 'em my little treasure...Nice and wide please."

Perhaps a little too eager, I had started spreading even before he asked, and he immediately laid into my pussy with a few healthy lashes. He was going slower than Tony had, and he was watching me very closely...the bastard! Both of them could read me like a large print book. They could always tell when I was close, and sure enough, knowing that number nine was going to launch me, Norris stopped...at number eight.

Under my breath, but not under enough, I said, "Son of a bitch!"

He smiled and said, "Why Lexie, did you say something inappropriate to your loving Master?"

"Oh...No Master...I was...clearing my throat."

He stepped closer and said, "Are you lying to me, my naughty little slave?"

I sighed, "Yes Master Norris. I'm sorry. Please forgive my outburst."

Without a word he went to the table by the wall, picked something up, and returned, "We can't have that sort of thing, little slave. It might cause Master Tony to become quite upset, and you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Oh no, Master Norris, I wouldn't want to upset either of you."

"Of course you wouldn't," he said, "So...open your mouth as wide as you can please."

I did as he said and he proceeded to shove a large, silicon dildo deep into my mouth, only stopping when I began to gag, "Now, hold that in place until one of us tells you otherwise...It looks very nice, don't you think Tony?"

From the kitchen, Tony laughed and said, "Oh yeah! Very sexy Lexie!"

I couldn't imagine how ridiculous I must have looked with that thing dangling from my gaping mouth. It was very lifelike; flesh coloured, and it even had realistic testicles for crying out loud! I just hung there, sighed, and lamented my humiliation...but in spite of my shame, I was still desperate for another whack from that flogger. The fact is, I'd never been gagged before, and demeaning as it was, it only served to increase the wildfire in my loins. When Tony came before me a few minutes later, I spread my legs wide in eager anticipation.

"Oh my, little beauty," he said with a smile, "I do believe you are longing for more flogging; I might even say impatient. Perhaps we should delay a few minutes more."

Damn him and his teasing! As best I could with that huge phallus halfway down my esophagus, I begged, "Oh PLEASE, Master Tony, have mercy on your little slave!"

I could barely understand myself, but he stepped forward, kissed me, and then stepped back and set the flogger twirling. He seemed to be trying to put a little more mustard in the hits, and like Norris, he went a bit slower...It only took four.

I threw my head back and screamed bloody murder into that dildo; the sound hardly audible to anyone but me. I fought to keep my legs apart as my long awaited orgasm finally, and ardently, exploded in my abdomen. It was as though a huge hand had reached up inside me, attempting to pull my organs out, and it would not have surprised me to see my spleen on the floor.

Tony stopped flogging and moved in close, replacing the lash with his hand. I continued to jerk and writhe, desperately trying to keep my legs apart, but finally I just couldn't; I had nothing left.

As my climax eased my head fell forward and my legs dropped, trapping his hand between my thighs. Tony didn't seem to mind. He kept gently rubbing while I hung limp and softly spasmed at his touch. Finally he put his strong arm around me and lifted, taking the weight off my arms, while Norris untied the end at the pillar and let go. My arms fell naturally around Tony's neck and my head fell against his chest. At that moment, there was no place else I would rather have been.

"Let go now, my sweet," said Norris, "Come on Lexie, relax your jaws for me."

I hadn't realized that, while all my other muscles had no strength in them, my mouth was gripping that silicon schlong like my life depended on it. I eased my grip enough for Norris to extract the dildo, then we all chuckled—me of embarrassment—when he pointed out the teeth marks bitten deep into the rubber.

Tony carried me to the couch and sat me down, while Norris gave me some water. Then they eased me down and covered me with a fleece blanket, and Norris said, "Just relax for a while Lex, and when you feel up to it, go grab a quick shower and get dressed, then join us for supper."

"Thank you Masters. I'll be there shortly."

The two of them went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner, while I just lay there regaining my composure. A few minutes later, when I felt confident that my legs would work again, I got up, draped the blanket around me, and made my way to the bedroom.

In the shower I just stood and let the warm, soothing stream wash over me, while I contemplated the last few months. Could it get any better? Well...yes, but I would fix that soon. In the meantime things were pretty good. My two "masters" loved me deeply, and I them. They genuinely cared for me and never judged, or even joked about, what some would call my depraved appetites. While most girls I knew had to wonder when there next orgasm might come, my only problem was...how many could I tolerate before I fainted!

When I went back to the bedroom to get dressed, I chuckled as I saw my only clothing folded neatly on the bed—that tiny blouse and equally miniscule skirt. I had to laugh out loud as I struggled to get them to cover at least some of my privates, and I could swear they were even smaller than before. I was still grinning a little when I went back to the dining room.

I was greeted by my two smiling masters, and Tony graciously held my chair as I took my place at the table. Chuckling a little, he said, "Uh...we were just kidding with those clothes Lex, you coulda just put on the housecoat. Want me to get it for you?"

With a touch of sarcasm I said, "Oh no. I'll be fine. After all, I am just here for your entertainment."

"Aw, come on Lex, you know that's not at supper," he said.

"Just teasing, Tony," I said with a smile, "Seems only fair with the taunting you guys just put me through."

"Touché," he said, "Well Norris and I would like to toast our lovely Alexandra. We don't have the words to tell you how happy you make us. We love you kid."

I accepted the toast as we all clinked our wine glasses and I said, "I love you guys too...but I'm famished, so let's eat!"

Not withstanding the threesome thing, most would view our relationship as strange, to say the least. I was their sex slave for the weekend; willingly submitting to any torment, or degradation they chose to administer—except at mealtime. Then we were just three good friends, chatting about our respective days, teasing each other relentlessly, and basking in the love and trust we had for one another.

It turned out that we were all pretty hungry, so we cleaned our plates in record time. When we were done, Norris cleared the dishes then brought out three little glasses of Port and three dishes of absolutely scrumptious crème broulet.

"I don't care how many times you deny it, Nobby," I teased, "but no straight guy could make a dessert as good as this."

Adopting his trademark, exaggerated effeminate persona, Norris replied, "I don't know why I have to put up with this!" Then he waved a limp wrist and wiggled his bum back to the kitchen.

After supper we grabbed some headlamps and walked off our dinner with a stroll around the lake. When we returned I sat with a cup of tea on the veranda, while my two masters cleaned up the kitchen. It was remarkably peaceful; the only breaks in the silence were sounds of croaking frogs and lightly clinking dishes. I knew there was more to come for me that evening, and I looked forward to it, but at that moment I simply luxuriated in the solitude.

A few minutes later Norris stuck his head out the door and said, "Ready when you are Lex."

I finished my tea, and after a quick trip to the bathroom, I stripped and returned to the living room. My two masters, still a bit lazy from the meal, had decided to watch a movie, so I was relegated to kneel off to the side of the television. I knelt up, off my heels, with my hands behind my head and my chest out, patiently awaiting any commands they might have.

Every few minutes one of them would say, "I need to tweak a nipple," or something to that effect, and I would dutifully arise, walk over, and present my boobs for tweaking. A little later they paused the DVD and I was ordered to dance for them, then I was told to get myself off with that absurd dildo. For that, I knelt on the carpet, slid the lubricated phallus inside, and then laid back and put on a show. While pumping the dildo in and out was agreeable enough, without any other stimuli it would have taken all night for me to climax, so for the first time, I faked it. I moaned and groaned and humped and pumped. I rubbed my boobs with my free hand, let out a few "OHHHGAWDs", and then finally, and noisily, I writhed and jerked to a bogus orgasm. They knew it wasn't real, but they didn't care; it was just the show they were after; and my performance must have been pretty good because when I was done, both my masters insisted on immediate hummers.

The rest of the evening was pretty much the same; I was tweaked, prodded, and probed with various devices, including the infamous dildo, a frighteningly large cucumber, any number of fingers, and a "rabbit" vibrator. Finally, I was bent over each Master's knee and roundly spanked as a "reward" for my unflinching obedience. Then it was time for bed.

A few days before the trip I decided it was time for me to allow my Masters' ever eager warriors to bask in the warmth of my tight, but somewhat lonely, vagina. My pussy ached for something other than a dildo, and the cottage would be as good a place as any to relieve its anxiety. When I mentioned this to my Masters—not in those exact words—they both fervently agreed with my logic, and immediately stocked up on condoms.

While Norris put the DVD away and tidied up, I took Master Tony's hand and led him to his bedroom. There I turned down his bed, undressed him, neatly folded his clothing, and put them aside. I knelt in front of him and began to kiss and fondle his cock, and in no time at all it was ready for the condom. Using my mouth, I slowly slid the latex tube over and down his stone hard manhood. It was clear that he was already very, very close.

I laid him back on the bed then straddled his legs, and slowly slid myself down over his impatient penis. As I started to undulate my hips he closed his eyes, moaned and grabbed my boobs, and like a virgin teenager, instantly exploded. I could feel his cum trying to blast its way through the latex as he pumped his hips into me. I winced as he gripped my breasts like a vice; so much so that I feared he might do them harm. Finally his ejaculation began to ebb, and mercifully he relaxed his grip on my abused boobs.

I leaned down, kissed him and said, "Thank you Master Tony; that was most enjoyable. I'll get a cloth and clean you up."

With that, I arose, went to the bathroom to retrieve a moistened facecloth. I then removed and disposed of the condom, gently cleaned him, and then covered him with the comforter. Another kiss then it was off to Master Norris.