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Cabin in the Woods

By: CatherineAnna



She had been running through the dense forest for only a short while. The one who wanted her body was right behind her. Paul had made sure that when she escaped she would go in the opposite direction to where freedom was, to the road they took on the drive up here to his cabin in the woods. Actually the cabin has belonged to his grandfather and was given to him as part of his inheritance when the old man had died ten years ago. Alexia believed him then when he told her in the car, now she wasn't sure if that was a lie also.

The young woman ran as if her life depended on it, which it did. She knew he enjoyed the thrill of this chase. For she was not the only woman he had brought up here for his pleasure. The idealistic weekend of relaxation and sex she had imagined would now lead to torture, rape and then murder. Her death. The city that she resided in was only an hour away from this wooded paradise. The community there was under fear, for a serial killer was targeting young females.

Over the past year five women were found dead in alleyways, the majority of them beaten and brutally raped. Their bodies left for the rodents that had nibbled on their flesh before the police could locate them. The corpse's breasts were ravaged, the nipples chewed upon as if they were bitten off by the perpetrator. The main question was left unanswered as to where those small nubs were. Also, deep lacerations were cut deep into the torso, as well as the victim's labia and clitoris that were cut to pieces. The wrists, black and blue with dried blood from rope burns. This killer had great rage for these women, all very different in looks and stature, never the same except for one blatant trait. They all had long black hair with curls.

Alexia now knew the man she had picked to be her lover was this serial killer. She had long black curls that fell past her shoulders. And in this day and age she also knew that when a man respected a woman's wishes to wait for sex, he was too good to be true, especially when both parties were interested in acting on their mutual attraction for one another. She tried so hard to get him past the foreplay and oral sex they enjoyed and took part in, but he wanted to wait till their six month anniversary to have a romantic getaway where their every desire and fantasy would come to life. His every desire would come true, while hers would become a nightmare.

As these horrible thoughts of ravaged nipples and forced sex overtook her mind, she tripped and twisted her ankle on an overgrown root that poked through the forest floor. She tumbled in the fading autumn afternoon, and gasped in both shock and pain. She fell face first and slid on the rough ground as the leaves fell upon her as to cover her in protection. But the leaves were not good enough, because before she could rise and hide, Paul had found her. And with one punch to her face she blacked out.

* * *

When she awoke she was naked and spread eagle tied to the king size bed in the master suite where his fantasy was to be played out. There was a bit of a chill in the air for the heat was set on very low. The moon was high in the sky and the light filtered through the muted green curtains that covered the only window in the room. She could only see through one eye, for her other eye was shut and swollen from the punch she was given. She rolled her head side to side, and even though there was only a small desk lamp next to her on the bedside table, and no other light source, she could see the interior of the room quite well. She was not alone, for her former boyfriend was standing in front of a dresser and looking into a mirror. He too was naked, and his penis was quite hard. It was of adequate length and would have done the job quite well to bring her to peak, but now it would be a tool of destruction. He glanced at her through the mirror and smiled.

"I see you are awake. Good, I can't wait for us to begin. All the others seemed to enjoy it, or so they exclaimed when I rammed into them, and made them tell me how much they wanted me and loved me." His smile was a sick one and his bloodshot hazel eyes were a bit glazed over for he had just finished a joint that was placed in a glass ashtray next to him.

She heard a crinkling sound as he moved over to a suitcase that had been placed on a chair near the closet. The ground was covered in a tarp; the type that painters used so no drops would fall onto the carpet. He would make sure her blood did not stain the carpet. Every other of his victim's blood didn't touch that carpet, only the cheap $9.99 white K-Mart sheets he had bought for an occasion such as this.

He hummed an old Frank Sinatra tune under his breath as he opened the suitcase and began to choose his tools to use on her. He glanced over his shoulder and saw her try to break her bonds. He gave a small chuckle, for no matter how hard she tried to break the ropes, he knew she wouldn't.

"Try all you want, my dear, but those ropes won't break no matter how hard you try, well, unless you have superhuman strength, which I don't think you do." He spoke over his shoulder.

He was annoyed. These dumb bitches always acted the same. The crying, the screaming and the squirming as he used his eight inch carving knife to fuck them hard. First he would use his cock and then the knife. The blood would flow and he would bathe in it while he bit off one of the nipples, his favorite nighttime snack. One for now; the other for later.

But the poor fool had no idea that she was not like the other dumb bitches as he thought. For, when he was ready to start his game, he heard a snap. Before he could turn, he was pushed head first against the closet door, the knife slipping out of his hand to the ground. Paul was held immobile, his head grinded into the wood. He tried to scream. But he couldn't, for his mouth began to fill with blood, as a few of his teeth had shattered.

The thing that held him rubbed up against his back and gave a small cackle in his ear. A tongue swiped across his shoulder and then a mouth against his neck.

"My dear man, you thought I was like all the others, a foolish young thing who fell for your promises of love and devotion. You are not the first to have offered that and not the last. But for you, this will be the last."

He was quickly pulled around and faced a horror unlike anything he had ever seen. It was a huge gaping mouth with enlarged teeth, much longer than his own eight-inch carving knife, and eyes that glowed as red as blood. The mouth was so large that it could eat his head whole. The monster did not go for his head, but instead, as quick as could be, dropped and bit down on her victim where his most precious tool lay, now limp. He screamed in agony and would continue to do so late into the night till he was devoured whole.

***

The next morning was a dreary one for a thunderstorm had arrived in the area. The sun was hiding and the rain fell in big drops upon the muddy ground. All was silent in that small cabin in the woods. Only the sounds of birds screeching were heard. No human was in the near vicinity.

Alexia was so happy that the storm had come. Rain always brought the promise of a fresh new day, and because the sun was quite a bitch to handle when it was high in the sky, it was a relief that it was hidden. Her tender flesh could only take so much. She had recovered quite well from her distressing night. The rope marks on her wrists were fading, as well as her black and swollen eye. She had a nice big dinner and even a better breakfast. Now she waited for her ride to come and get her.

There was nothing left of her poor boyfriend even though the fantasies she had longed for with him did come true last night. She was sated in so many ways and would always remember this night in the many years to come. So many had come and gone, and all her prey had a special place in her heart. Alexia continued to stand on the front porch until a long black limo drove into the gravel driveway. She made sure the front door was closed, and picked up her suitcase along with a Tupperware container, and made her way to the car. The backdoor was open and without a second glance she slid in next to the only passenger inside. She turned her head to the right and gave him a small smile. As the car moved, the man with the same color hair as hers, that almost fell to his shoulders grabbed her chin and gave her a kiss in greeting. He sniffed her lips and smiled.

"Did you enjoy your night?" He asked in a whisper that made a woman think of dark sexual thoughts.

She took a moment to respond, for his voice always made her wet.

Alexia nodded and licked his lips with her own. "One of the best night I have had in such a long time. He did promise me a night of nonparallel delights, and he certainly did deliver."

The man snorted in his elegant way and he brushed a piece of imaginary lint off her dark blue strapless dress that reached to mid thigh. "And did you bring me a present?" He asked, sounding more playful.

She sighed and placed the Tupperware on his lap. "Here," and she glanced out the widow to watch the foliage. She always did enjoy this time of year. For this was the time she had been reborn, as well as her creator who set next to her.

He opened the Tupperware and inhaled deeply as the aroma of dead flesh hit his nose. He took a piece out and held it up to his mouth. He so did enjoy a good breast now and again. As he ate his meal, she caressed his hair and rubbed his head, hoping afterward he would give her a good fuck to make up for the six months she did without.

She knew she would get her wish because she had delivered her master a lovely present. The carcass of a human, especially an evil one was the best type of meal. There was only enough room for one form of evil in this world, and it was her kind.

This was an eat or be eaten type of world, and she would be the one to do the eating, not the other way around.

Cabin in the Woods



One night my husband, Matt, came home from work in a very amorous mood. He kissed me hard and made my body tingle from head to toe. My pussy was wet in seconds. He asked me if I would trust him and indulge him in a fantasy tomorrow. It would be Saturday and I didn't have anything pressing on the schedule so I said "Sure." I asked him what the fantasy was and he said I'd just have to trust him, but that he hoped I'd enjoy it. 

Saturday morning came and Matt had laid out some lingerie for me. It was a lacy demi cup bra that barely covered my nipples, a skimpy black lacy thong, and a garter belt with stockings. He told me that he was going to dress me to make sure I got it right. As his hands fastened the bra his fingers slid around to the front and tweaked my nipples. He then slid the thong onto me, his hands running up my legs and gently stroking my ass. Next he slid the garter up and then slowly slid the stockings up my legs. I was already turned on from his simple act of dressing me. I waited for the rest of the outfit but nothing appeared. I asked him about it and he told me this was all I'd be wearing today, and for the rest of the weekend. I couldn't begin to imagine what he had in mind.

I soon learned that we would not be staying at home. Matt told me to go get in the car. I headed for the garage, and he said "No, we're taking my car." 

His car was parked on the street. If I walked out like this, all the neighbors would see me. I was overcome with both fear and excitement. As I walked to the street, I saw a few of our neighbors out working on their yards. I could feel the men staring at me and when I looked at each of them I saw that I was right. 

I got in the car and we started to drive. I asked him where we were going and he replied, "You'll have to wait and see." 

We drove for about an hour and passed through several toll booths on the way. Even though we have a device to avoid the toll lanes, Matt made sure to drive through lanes and pay cash so that each toll worker would see me. At each stop he asked "Do you like looking at my wife?" The toll workers were happy to tell him that they liked what they saw and would actually like to see more. Sometimes he would reach over and pull my tits out of the bra and lick my nipples, other times he would reach over and finger me while the workers watched. I was wet after each and every stop. I'm not normally an exhibitionist, but these displays were really getting to me.

After another hour we pulled up in front of a little cabin in the woods. There was no one else around us and I was walking quickly to the cabin when he told me to stop. There was a picnic table outside the cabin and he told me to lay down on it. Matt then told me that I had been a good girl and should be rewarded. He pulled my thong to the side and proceeded to lick my pussy with fury, making me come quickly. He kissed me and told me to lick my juices off his face. I could barely contain myself as I licked his face and sucked his tongue clean.

We entered the cabin to find a quaintly decorated single room. There was a bed, sofa and dining room table, along with some accessories. It was clean and warm with a beautiful fireplace. I headed toward the bed, since I thought he'd want to continue what he started outside. I was in for a big surprise. Matt reached into his duffle bag, which I thought held his clothes. Instead he pulled out a set of restraints and fastened them to my arms. Tingles of excitement shot through my body. He pulled out a chair and I thought he was going to attach the restraints to it. Instead he climbed on the chair and reached toward the ceiling. There were two screw eyes anchored into one of the beams. He attached the restraints to the screws and left me standing there. Fortunately, my arms were at my sides, but I didn't have much room to move. 

Then I saw him head towards the door and he told me he'd be back later. I couldn't imagine where he was going. Every so often I could hear hunters walking through the woods. They'd walk past the cabin. Most never even looked in the window, but a few did. They stopped and stared at me in my skimpy outfit. I shivered as I anticipated what would happen next. One came in.

"I don't see a car here. Is there anyone with you?" he asked.

I quietly whispered, "No." 

He walked around me, touching me, stroking me. I shivered with anticipation.

"Who hooked you up?" he queried.

"My husband did. He left a while ago and I'm not sure when he's going to be back," I answered.

He eased down his pants and began to stroke himself as he stared at me, telling me what he liked about my body and how sexy I was. It wasn't long before he came and shot his load all over my stomach. He then kissed me and thanked me. He tweaked my nipples and slapped my ass on the way out. He rejoined his hunting friends and went back to the woods.

I don't know how long I stood there, but it felt like hours. I finally heard Matt return. I heard the car door slam twice and waited for him to come in. He asked me how I had been. I told him about the hunter, and he said "I'm glad that he found you as sexy as I do." What he said next had my body trembling. 

He told me, "There will be plenty more of that to come." I had no idea what he was talking about when he called out and said "You can come in now." My mouth must have dropped in shock when another man walked in. 

Matt told me this was Dale, a friend of his from work who had seen me several times and told my husband that he had thought of fucking me. Now he was getting his chance. I could barely stay standing. Jolts of electricity were heading straight to my nipples and pussy while I wrestled with uncertainty of what would happen.

Both men walked over to me and began to touch me. The simplest touch had me on fire. Here I was, completely exposed and unable to resist with two sexy men touching every inch of my body. There was not an inch of my skin that wasn't explored. I felt hands touch me and was uncertain of who touched me where. I felt lips and tongues traveling up and down my skin. I drenched my tiny thong as they continued to explore my body. My husband again reached into the duffle bag while he told Dale to undo my bra. He slid it down my arms as much as the restraints would allow. I had never been naked in front of anyone other than my husband, but the excitement was amazing. I felt two feathers lightly traveling over my body. I was so turned on that even the slightest touch made me come. Wave after wave washed over me. 

I heard Dale ask my husband if he could finally get into my mouth. Matt told me that Dale had admired my mouth and had often thought of having my lips wrapped around his cock. Matt gave his approval to Dale. I was wondering how this was going to work since I was tied up and standing in the middle of the kitchen area. I saw him get a chair and stand on it until his dick was level with my face. His cock was larger than Matt's and I was worried how I was going to take it and if I was going to gag. I didn't have much choice as the tip of his cock entered my mouth and parted my lips. He stretched my mouth wide and eased his length in. It was exciting to have someone else in my mouth as Matt watched. I heard him say, "She is a great cocksucker. Give it to her and she will work it well." Dale shoved further into my mouth until I thought I would gag. He took things slowly with me and I sucked and licked with everything I had. I worked to fight the gag reflex and eventually relaxed to where I could take all of him in. I felt Matt begin to touch me and tell me how much he liked watching me suck this cock. He worked my nipples as I worked my mouth and up and down Dale's shaft. One hand continued to work my nipples as the other one slid down my stomach and he began to finger my pussy. He commented about how wet I was and slipped first one finger, then two and then three into my soaking wet snatch. He fucked me fast and I matched the rhythm on Dale and ground my pussy on his fingers. I let out a loud scream as I came all over his hand. This did Dale in as he shot his load. Part of it went down my throat, and then he pulled out and shot the rest of my face. I eagerly licked as much as I could get.

Before he came down, Dale undid my restraints. I thought they were going to leave them loose, but instead they removed my bra, then laid me across the kitchen table and attached the restraints to the legs. I was now spread eagle across the table. I heard them talking about the fact that my pussy wasn't shaved and they would really prefer it shaved and clean. From the duffle bag came a razor and shaving cream, along with a scissors to cut off my thong. Matt went to the sink and wet a washcloth. They proceeded to clean me up and then applied the shaving cream to my pussy and my ass, taking extra care around my clit, making sure to rub their thumbs over it from time to time. They each took turns with the razor, making sure that every speck of hair was gone. I didn't realize how exciting being shaved could be. Now that I had no hair covering anything, every inch of my pussy seemed even more sensitive. 

Matt said that he wanted to find out what it was like to eat a clean pussy and he planted his mouth right over my clit. I came as soon as his tongue touched me, but he didn't stop there. He continued to give me a tongue lashing while Dale licked and nibbled on my tits. I wanted to reach out and grab his cock but I was restrained and couldn't reach him. I begged him to let me suck him again. He went back to fucking my face as I got my pussy licked and tongue fucked. It didn't take long for me to come again.

My husband now told Dale that I was ready and it was time for him to fuck me. They slid me down to make sure I was at the edge of the table. Dale stood at the end and eased his long, thick cock into me. I was so wet he slid in easily. Matt climbed on the table and straddled my face. I eagerly began to suck every inch of him while I got filled with cock. A change was happening in me. I was eager to have as much cock as I could get. I wanted to do everything possible to please both Matt and Dale. Matt fucked my face faster than he ever had before. He was enjoying this every bit as much as I was. I felt Dale grow harder and larger with each thrust. I knew he had to be close to coming. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in as tight as I could and tightened my pussy muscles around him. I heard him let out a loud moan. We all knew what was going to happen and my husband told him to shoot his load on my tits. Dale quickly came around the table and shot it right onto me. A moment later my husband groaned and he pulled out to shoot his load on my face. I opened my mouth to take in what I could get. They undid my restraints and I reached up to rub the come into my tits and then lick my fingers. The feeling of their hot, sticky cum on my body was amazing. 

By now my body was jelly and I could barely move. They picked me up and carried me to the bed where they reattached my restraints. I never took off the garter and stockings and the restraints never left my wrists, they were only attached to different things. 

The three of us were on the bed together, hands rubbing over my body. We must have dozed off together, because the next thing I knew I felt a tongue on each of my tits. The fire in my belly started again. Four hands and two tongues explored my body. I had no choice but to lie back and enjoy the sensations. As I felt Matt and Dale's hard cocks press against me, I knew they were enjoying it as well. I wanted to reach out and stroke them, suck them, fuck them. I begged them to allow me to, but they both stated that my restraints would remain in place. They did undo them long enough to turn me over onto my hands and knees, giving them access to every inch of my skin. 

They took turns offering me their cocks to suck. I was happy to have them. My body ached and hummed from the pleasure, but I wanted more. Matt is a leg and ass man. He licked and kissed my legs, traveling from my toes up to the crack of my ass, where he spent time running his tongue along the crack, then down spreading my ass for him to lavish attention on my virgin asshole. In the past he had asked me to allow his cock to penetrate it, but I had refused. Now I was powerless to stop him. The realization both excited and frightened me. 

Dale slid down under my body, giving him access to my tits. He played with them well. My pussy was wet with desire. I needed a cock. I begged him to fuck me. He lowered me down onto his hard cock. He felt magnificent as he slid into me. He filled my pussy, giving me the sensations I wanted and needed. He grabbed my hips, sliding me up and down his shaft. Matt's tongue played at the entrance of my ass as I joyfully rode Dale's cock. With my ass spread wide, Matt slid a finger into my tight, puckered hole. I cried out as his finger pushed into me while Dale's cock slid into my wet pussy. I was experiencing sensations that were completely new to me. It was amazing. If I had known how good this felt, I'd have let Matt into my ass a long time ago, or maybe it was just the combination of the pleasure I was receiving from Dale. 

Matt continued to probe my ass by adding fingers one at a time until three slid in and out easily. He asked me if I was ready for his cock.

"Oh yes baby. I want your cock in my ass. Please fuck me,"' I pleaded.

Matt gave me what we both wanted, but ever so slowly. His cock was larger than the width of his fingers. It stretched me further, giving me pain that gradually lead to pleasure. I was full of cock and it felt magnificent. Both Matt and Dale told me they could feel the other cock in me. It added an extra excitement to our coupling. They allowed me to ride them, setting the pace and force. As I became more comfortable I increased both pace and force. I couldn't get enough of them. They seemed to want more as well. Their hands traveled over my body, rubbing my nipples, gently slapping my ass, exploring my face, and anywhere else they could touch. It felt like everywhere they touched was electrified. 

Harder and faster, harder and faster, until I felt like I couldn't get any more. Balls slapping against my ass and pussy. Cocks hardening in me. Hands giving me additional pleasure. I had reached my peak. My body went stiff as my ass and pussy tightened around each one. 

Dale was nearly ready to cum and needed me moving. He grabbed my hips, slamming me down onto his cock. The force prolonged by orgasm and brought him to his. 

"Ohhhh, fucking, yes," he cried out as he filled my pussy with his cum. I felt his cock pulse with each spurt. 

He was followed a few seconds later by Matt. Dale had gone still, so Matt was thrusting deep into my ass as he shot his load. Dale's cock was still hard, but he was no longer moving. Only Matt could muster the energy. It waned after his cock was drained. I was sandwiched between the two of them, sticky with cum dripping from both holes as well as hot and sweaty, as were Matt and Dale.

We spent the weekend together. My restraints were always fastened, just in different locations throughout the cabin. One of the most amazing sensations was as my hands were fastened to the shower curtain rod and my body was washed by Matt and Dale. Their hands sliding over my body, slick with soapy water, would have brought me to my knees if I had been able to move enough. Matt and Dale held me up as they double penetrated me in the shower. 

When the weekend was over, my skin felt raw from being touched and fucked, but I had never been more satisfied. Driving home was nearly torturous. My panties had been cut from me and my pussy had been shaved, so the texture of the fabric on my pussy had me drenching the seat. When Matt and I arrived home, we raced inside, removing the little bit of clothing that I had left, as he plunged into me right against the front door.

Any time my husband wants to surprise me again, he is welcome to do so and I will submit as his loving wife.



Cabin in the Woods



Jean and Walt have been best friends to my wife Sharon and me forever. Jean and Sharon first met when they were in fourth grade together; they were best friends all through junior high and high school, and when they graduated, they went to the same college, just so they wouldn't have to be apart. Walt and I met in the dorm at college; we just kind of hit it off with each other, and went from there. 

Sharon and I started dating in our junior year of college, and when we were pretty sure we were going to end up marrying each other, we introduced Jean and Walt to each other, knowing how much they'd like each other. When Sharon and I got married, Walt and Jean were the Best Man and Maid of Honor, and when they got married six months later, we did the same for them. So, we've got a lot of history together. Walt and Jean eventually moved to a town an hour or so away from Sharon and me, so we saw a bit less of each other after that, but we still got together several times each year.

A couple years ago, Walt and Jean bought a cabin in the woods up north, and they invited us to come up with them to 'officially' break it in, for a whole week. Of course, we were only too happy to spend that much time with our closest and dearest friends, in the middle of all that nature and fresh air.

We wanted to have as much time at the cabin as possible, so we left after work on a Friday and drove up. When we got there, Walt and Jean were already there, waiting for us with glasses of wine already poured for us. The sun was just setting as we arrived, so we quickly unpacked our car and started getting settled into the cabin. The cabin was delightful -- a rustic log cabin, although it did have hot and cold running water, and a shower. The woodsy smell of the logs permeated the air.

Once we were at least settled into our bedroom, Walt and Jean forbade us to do any more work until the next day, and demanded that we relax with them over the first of what would become many bottles of wine. We talked and laughed for a couple hours, until Jean finally excused herself, saying she was dead tired. We all were, really, so we all headed to bed.

Sharon and I spent a few minutes getting our things situated in the bedroom, and then fell into bed, thinking that we might have some relaxed lovemaking before dropping off to sleep. It was then that we discovered a unique feature of the cabin -- the bedroom walls were eight feet high. And no higher. Above that, the entire cabin was open to the roof. Which meant that the sound from one bedroom was completely audible from the other one.

We discovered this because, as Sharon and I were just beginning to cuddle, we heard Jean giggling softly from over the wall. We stopped what we were doing to listen. It felt a little naughty to listen in on our friends like that, but honestly, we could hardly have done otherwise. After a while, the giggling gave way to happy purring sounds, and then to something more like groans of pleasure. Obviously, Walt and Jean had similar ideas to ours. I began fondling Sharon's breasts, and she was lazily stroking my cock, as we listened to our friends, who were obviously trying all they could to make as little noise as they could, but the open space above the rooms meant that we could hear everything.

And then, we heard it -- the rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings. It began slow and steady, but as it continued, the tempo slowly increased. And Walt and Jean became gradually less able to stifle themselves. Soon they were both breathing heavily and Jean was making little mewling noises, and the bedsprings were squeaking fast and furiously, until Jean groaned, and Walt grunted, although they were both trying hard not to make a sound, in between urging each other to be quiet. Then the squeaking stopped, and we heard them both panting, trying to recover their breath.

Sharon and I looked at each other, and stifled our own laughter for having 'caught' our friends 'in the act'. I whispered into Sharon's ear, "They're gonna hear us no matter how quiet we try to be. What do you say we give them a show?" Sharon grinned and nodded her agreement. So we resumed our foreplay. I bent down and took Sharon's breasts into my mouth; first one, and then the other. I made little humming noises as I suckled her, which I was sure Walt and Jean could hear over the wall. In response, Sharon purred happily, perhaps just a bit louder than she really needed to.

I crawled down between my wife's legs to lick her pussy, and as I did, she groaned loudly, as I made happy slurping sounds while I licked her. "Yeah, baby," she moaned, in a stage whisper. "Eat my pussy. Make me come."

I thought I might have heard Jean groan from over the wall.

Soon Sharon was thrashing around in orgasm, digging her ankles into my back, and clenching her legs tightly around my head, making absolutely no effort to keep quiet.

When her climax had subsided, she pulled me up on top of herself. "I want you inside me now," she asserted, in a husky voice. "Fuck me, baby."

I put my cockhead against her opening and slowly penetrated her, causing her to groan. Once I was all the way inside her, and could feel my balls against her ass, I slowly withdrew, and then began fucking her with a slow, steady rhythm. Our bedsprings were every bit as noisy as Walt and Jean's. Maybe more.

As our bedsprings squeaked, Sharon began groaning little encouragements to me -- "Oh yeah, baby, I love how your cock feels in me; you fuck me so good." When she paused momentarily, I talked to her -- "Yeah, baby, your pussy feels so good." And the springs kept squeaking.

Finally, Sharon began to increase the tempo, and her breathing became more ragged, as another orgasm began to grow within her. "Oh yeah, baby," she groaned. "I'm gonna come! Come with me!"

So I began to thrust hard into her at a rapid pace, grunting with each stroke. When she came, she fairly shrieked, while I practically roared like a lion as I pumped my sperm into her.

Afterwards, I lay on top of her, both of us giggling, both for the joy of our mutual orgasm, and for the audio show we'd put on for Walt and Jean.

Once we'd recovered enough to not be panting for breath anymore, Jean called over the wall, "Sleep well, you two," chuckling as she spoke.

"I'm sure we will," I replied. And we did.

*****

The next morning, the four of us awoke around the same time. Sharon and I ventured out from our bedroom to find Jean making breakfast, while Walt brewed coffee. As we all sat around the breakfast table, Jean made some teasing remarks about our 'show' from the night before. "Hey, you guys started it," I answered, and we all had a good laugh.

We spent the morning doing little housekeeping chores, and finishing our unpacking. Then Walt and Jean took us on a walking tour of the property. It really was lovely. The property covered a few acres, all thickly wooded, except for the small clearing around the cabin. A short trail led down to a lake, which had a perfect little sandy beach for swimming. Walt and Jean's property was on a small inlet from the main lake, so even the lake was virtually secluded and private. It was perfect.

After lunch, the women wanted to go swimming. Walt and I said we'd join them, but Walt wanted to show me his outdoor grill first. We all got into our swimsuits, then the ladies went off to the beach, and Walt showed me the grill.

Evidently, we spent longer at the grill than our wives preferred, because soon they were yelling at us, wondering if we were coming to swim with them or not. We waved them off momentarily, intending to finish up our investigations and join them, but they decided we were simply taking too long. I was about to tell Walt we should go join our wives and finish with the grill later, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sharon and Jean reach behind themselves, and strip off their bikini tops. They swung the bras over their heads and flung them onto the beach. Then they stood in the waist-deep water shaking their breasts at us. That was the end of our attention to the grill.

As Walt and I jogged down to the lake, I savored the wondrous sight of four of the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. Sharon's are round and full and firm, standing out from her stocky, muscular body, with large, dark areolae surrounding her nipples. Of course, I've gotten a lot of pleasure from them in the years we've been married. Jean's tits are also large and round, but on her lithe, lean body they look even bigger. Jean has a paler complexion than Sharon's, and her areolae are smaller than Sharon's, and pink in color.

When we got to the shore, the women turned and started running toward the deeper water, but Walt and I quickly caught up with them and pulled them down into the lake with us. There was much playful underwater groping of our wives, and both of us couples emerged from the water with the husband fondling his wife's breasts from behind. I started to get a hard-on, which Sharon felt against her backside, and she engaged in some playful groping of her own, stroking my cock through my swimsuit, underwater where Walt and Jean couldn't see.

When we'd had all the swimming (or whatever water games we were playing) that we wanted, we walked onto the shore and back toward the cabin. Both Walt and I had stiff hard-ons poking out against the fabric of our swimsuits. Jean and Sharon giggled and made comments about us being all 'excited', and Jean grabbed hold of Walt's erection and pulled him along by it, toward the cabin. "Come on, lover," she giggled. "Let's go to bed." And Sharon did likewise to me, making jokes about how it was time for another 'show'.

My mind returned to happy thoughts of the previous night, but then another thought came to my mind. I said, "You know, we could listen to each other fucking over the wall all week, if we want to; but am I the only one who thinks it would be really hot to fuck in the same room together -- where we could see each other, and not just hear? I mean, we don't have to swing or swap, or anything like that -- just have sex with our own spouses, where we can watch each other."

Everybody stopped, thinking carefully about what I'd said. Finally, Jean spoke up cautiously. "I think that would be unbelievably hot," she said. "If everybody else is OK with it, I'd love it!"

Sharon grinned shyly. "Me, too!"

The three of us turned to Walt, who was grinning like a kid who'd been locked in the candy store for the weekend. "Far be it from me," he said with a chuckle.

So we all walked into the cabin, but instead of heading back to the bedrooms, we went to the living room. Walt took Jean in his arms, and I embraced Sharon, stroking her back, and rubbing my chest against her tits, causing her to purr happily. She reached between us and took hold of my stiff cock, stroking it through my swimsuit. "We've got to get you out of this," she said in mock-frustration, and then she slid my trunks down off me, stretching them to get over my straining erection. And Jean did likewise to Walt. I slid my hands down from my wife's shoulders and slipped them inside the back of her bikini bottom, fondling her ass directly under her suit, before sliding it down over her ass until it fell around her ankles. When Walt took Jean's bottom off, all four of us were naked.

For a few minutes, we kissed and stroked our respective spouses while simultaneously checking out the other couple's naked bodies. Sharon, being of Italian ancestry, is olive-skinned, with a thick, abundant bush of black pubic fur that she couldn't always keep from peeking out the legs of her swimsuit. I saw Walt's gaze fasten on my wife's hairy cunt like it was the first one he'd ever seen. Likewise, I found myself closely checking out Jean's pubes. She has beautiful auburn hair, and I now had uncontestable visual proof that it was 100% natural. Her pubic hair is not nearly as abundant as Sharon's, but it adorns her pussy beautifully. Jean is tall -- nearly as tall as I am -- and long-waisted, which only serves to highlight her large breasts and lovely round hips all the more.

And the women were openly checking out our cocks, which were both stiffly erect, and standing straight out from our loins. Walt, like his wife, is quite tall -- well over six feet -- and his erect cock stood at least nine inches long. Sharon smiled as she looked it over. My cock is not as long as Walt's, but it is considerably thicker. I don't know if Jean was imagining it stretching her opening, but she wore a look of wondering curiosity.

I laid Sharon gently down onto the rug, and crawled between her legs. Gently, I began kissing and nibbling at the insides of her thighs, gradually moving higher up her legs toward her warm pussy. I inhaled deeply of the rich scent of her arousal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Walt and Jean lie on the floor next to us, positioning themselves so they could watch me minister orally to my wife.

When I had reached the nexus where Sharon's legs met at her vulva, I teasingly tugged with my lips at her pubic hair. I nibbled at her outer lips, which by now were puffy and soft. I ran my tongue along her slit, gently probing inside, and licking at her inner lips, while my wife groaned with arousal. With my tongue, I continued probing and exploring the inside of her tunnel. Finally, I covered her entire pubic mound with my mouth. I made long, ice-cream licks, starting at the bottom end of her slit, and running along its entire length to her clitoris at the top. Then I lightly sucked on her clit, like sucking the nectar from a peach. By now, Sharon was groaning loudly, rhythmically bucking her hips against the workings of my tongue.

I heard another groan. It was Jean, who was busily stroking Walt's cock while he fingered her. "God, look at him eat her," she whispered hoarsely.

With this encouragement, I continued licking Sharon's pussy until she raised her hips up off the floor and cried out in orgasm. I kept licking her through and after her climax, until she reached down and pushed my head away. My face was wet with her juices.

"Oh god Walt, fuck me now," Jean gasped, pulling her husband on top of herself. Sharon and I turned to watch as the head of Walt's cock pushed against Jean's pussy lips, parted them, and slipped easily inside, as both of them groaned with pent-up arousal. We watched as Walt slid slowly, lovingly in and out of his wife. It was just incredibly erotic and intimate, to be sharing ourselves and our sex with our closest friends like that. I don't think we could ever do anything like that with anyone else -- there's a level of trust with Walt and Jean that I just can't imagine with anyone else.

As we watched Walt and Jean mating slowly and sensually, I laid on my back next to Jean, while Sharon mounted me and slid herself slowly onto my cock. She was still well-lubricated from my oral ministrations, and in short order, she was bottomed-out on the base of my cock. She rocked slowly back and forth, clenching her cunt-muscles around my shaft. The sensation was utterly transcendent.

Before long, Jean's breathing grew ragged. "Oh, god," she panted, "I'm going to come!" With that, Walt began to pound into her at a furious pace, while Jean gave out a wavering, climactic wail. When her orgasm had crested, Walt thrust himself deeply into her and, with a roar, discharged the contents of his balls into her. Watching them both come, from scant inches away, was simply incredible.

Sharon continued to grind on my rod for a little while longer, but once Walt and Jean had recovered enough to watch us again, she increased her tempo. Her jaw dropped in a silent cry as her orgasm slowly built up, until finally, she came with a loud cry, clenching her pussy tightly around my shaft. Which was more than enough to send me over the edge, and my cock exploded into her, filling her with my cum.

We all laid together on the rug for a long time afterward, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of some pretty amazing sex. Finally, Jean spoke. "That was incredible!" she sputtered. "I don't think I've ever had sex like that!" Sharon and I could only agree with her.

Walt wore a mischievously thoughtful look. "I was just thinking," he said, "that it would be really cool for all of us to just go naked the whole time we're here. It could be like our own little nudist camp. That way," he continued, at least partly tongue-in-cheek, "we don't have to keep putting our clothes on and off all the time, and it will make packing up at the end of the week a lot easier. What do you guys think of that?"

Of course, having just made love, and watched each other make love, everybody was tuned to a high erotic pitch, and only too happy to keep it there. "Naked Week!" I shouted, and the women echoed.

"Then Naked Week it shall be!" Walt proclaimed.

*****

Naked Week was amazing - an ongoing visual and erotic feast. Everywhere I looked, the view was sexually exciting -- I had my choice of four large, luscious tits, two beautifully lush pussies and a pair of lovely round asses. Both our wives are high on the scale of Beautiful Women, and yet their naked bodies are beautiful in completely different ways. Both Walt and I spent most of the week at least semi-hard, and the musky aroma of our wives' arousal permeated the air almost constantly. Whenever the mood struck one couple or the other, they would recommence sexual activities, and the other couple would immediately join in.

We did, however, hold to one unwritten rule -- Hands to Your Own, so to speak. We could enjoy looking at, and even checking out, the other couple, and look on closely when they fucked, but we stopped short of any kind of sexual contact with the opposite spouse. That was a line that we weren't willing to flirt with. At least at first.

We had been at the cabin for four days (I think it was Tuesday), and each couple had probably fucked something like a dozen times, while the other couple either watched, or fucked alongside, or both. Walt and I were sitting on the living-room sofa, while our wives knelt between our knees, stroking and sucking our cocks. I just laid my head back and relaxed into the sensations of Sharon's hands and mouth, alternating my gaze between my wife's ministrations on my cock, and Jean's work on Walt's.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Sharon sat up and turned toward Jean. "Hey Jeannie," she called, "you wanna come over and check this out?"

Jean looked at her questioningly. "Are you sure?" Then she turned to Walt, who gestured that it was OK with him. When she looked at me, I just said that if it was OK with Walt and Sharon, I wasn't going to object.

So Jean waddled over on her knees to where Sharon held my cock. "I just thought you might like to get a closer look at Ben's cock," said my wife, backing away so Jean could have access to me. Jean reached tentatively toward my bulging manhood.

"Go ahead," Sharon urged her. "We've been here four days, and I know you've been wanting to check it out. So go ahead and check it out."

So Jean checked it out. First, she gripped my shaft in her hand. "My god, it's thick," she whispered to no one in particular. Then, holding my shaft upright, she cupped my balls in her other hand, and gave me a detailed visual inspection, rubbing her thumb along the frenulum, and then just softly stroking it. She turned to Sharon and said, sort of absentmindedly, "Very nice; I can see why you like it."

Suddenly, Jean brought herself up. "What am I thinking?" Uh-oh, I thought to myself, here's where it starts going bad; I gave Walt a concerned glance. "Goodness!" she snapped to herself, "Where are my manners? Of course, if you want to check out Walt's, please feel free." Walt and I exhaled, and Sharon kneed her way over between Walt's legs and gave his cock a similar inspection, pronouncing it equally worthy.




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Jean hesitated. "Um. . . would you mind if I tasted it? It just looks so delicious."

"Please do," Sharon replied. "I was hoping you would."

So she did. Bending forward, Jean placed my cockhead between her lips, and sucked daintily for a few seconds. When she had grown more accustomed to the idea that she was sucking her friend's husband's cock (or was it her husband's friend's cock?), she relaxed, and took more of my cock into her mouth, and licked and sucked all along it, bobbing her head up and down on my shaft.

Now, I don't know if it was just the whole situation of 'Naked Week', or the exciting novelty of having another woman suck my cock, or what, but in minutes, my cock was throbbing and ready to burst. Sharon gives great blow jobs, but this one was approaching 'Mind-Blowing'.

"Uh, Jeannie," I said, lightly stroking her shoulder, "uh, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna come." Jean and I both looked over to Sharon, who had commenced sucking on Walt's cock. She had initiated this whole 'new approach', so I wasn't sure what the 'rules' were going to be. Sharon just winked at us and hummed "Mmm-hmm!" while she kept right on sucking Walt's cock. Jean looked up at me and just nodded. So I laid my head back on the sofa, and shot my cum into Jean's mouth. She lapped it all up hungrily, and kept licking my softening cock until she'd swallowed every drop.

I didn't quite know what to do, but I reached out and stroked Jean's beautiful auburn hair. That was the most intimacy I'd ever shared with any woman besides Sharon, and I needed to express that somehow. "Thank you," I whispered. Jean laid her head against my leg and purred in reply.

I turned my attention over to my wife, who had just released Walt's cock, still stiffly erect, from her mouth. I could see precum oozing from the tip, and beginning to drip down along his shaft. Sharon slid herself forward, and began rubbing Walt's precum along the cleft between her tits, squeezing his cock as she did, so as to extract as much of his slick juice as she could from it. Then she wrapped her tits around the shaft of Walt's cock and began slowly tit-fucking him, sliding her tits up and down along the shaft of his cock. I watched his cockhead alternately disappear in her cleavage, and then peek out the top. Soon, Walt was rolling his own hips, driving his cock up and down in my wife's cleavage. I could see his cock swelling with each stroke. I was getting hard again just watching it. Finally, with a loud groan, Walt shot a thick clot of sticky white cum onto my wife's neck and chest. Then another. And another and another, until his cock grew soft and shrank out from between Sharon's tits. She released his cock, and then rubbed his cum sensually into her tits.

I turned back to Jean, who was a bit wide-eyed at the spectacle of her husband and her Best-Friend-Forever doing a sultry tit-fuck. "Your turn," I said. I repositioned her on the couch, while I knelt between her legs and started nibbling at the insides of her thighs.

As I got closer to her pubes, she started to protest, weakly. "I've never. . . I mean, I don't think. . ." she stammered. But Sharon reached out a steadying hand and stroked her leg from the other end of the sofa.

"It's OK," my wife reassured her friend. "Give it a chance. I think you'll really like it." So Jean relaxed, as best she could, and allowed me to continue eating her pussy. 

I cupped Jean's ass in my hands, and slid her forward so I could reach her with my mouth. As I leaned in, I savored Jean's scent as it inundated my nostrils. I relished the way that Jean's pussy smelled similar to Sharon's, and yet subtly different. I had never smelled another woman's cunt besides Sharon's, and it was almost intoxicating.

I started by nibbling at her labia, then began licking her with broad, yet gentle strokes. A soft groan escaped her mouth as my tongue began to work its magic on her clit. "Ooohhh," she moaned. "Ooohhh, that's nice!" and she began to rock her hips against my oral ministrations. Soon, she was squirming and writhing and groaning with pleasure. "Oh my god!" she cried out. "Oh my god, I'm coming! Holy shit, I'm coming!" She clasped her hands on the back of my head and pulled it tight against her cunt. I just kept eating her, and she just kept coming, rolling and writhing and quivering with orgasm after orgasm, until she finally pushed my head away from herself.

"My god!" she exclaimed. "That was incredible! I should've let Walt eat my pussy years ago!" For his part, Walt could only smile.

By this time, my hard-on was about ready to burst, and I thought that it would be best at that point, if I turned my attention back to my wife. So I took a spot on the couch, between Walt and Jean, and beckoned to my wife to come and straddle me, while Jean did likewise with Walt.

Sharon slowly lowered herself onto my cock, but this time, we were more in the mood for something fast and furious, so we did. In what seemed like mere seconds, I was shooting another load of cum into my wife, and we collapsed in each other's arms. While Jean and Walt fucked on the couch next to us, we might even have dozed off for a while. . .

*****

Thus 'The Rules' had been amended, or at least so it seemed, to allow sexual contact short of intercourse across marital lines, but fucking was reserved for spouses only.

That still left us plenty of exciting room in which to operate. Once Walt had eaten his wife's pussy (and he was quite good at it, for being a bit of a novice), we started several of our sessions doing cross-couple 69, and then ended by fucking our spouses. It was all very relaxed, and quite comfortable. I was starting to understand how Jean 'ticked' sexually, and Sharon and Walt were surely doing the same.

One day, later in the week (I think it was Thursday), I walked by the kitchen, where Jean was busy doing some lunchtime dishes. Something about the way she looked, standing there, her delicious round ass pointing toward me, just overcame me, and I snuck up behind her, reached around and fondled her luscious tits. She stopped doing the dishes, and leaned back into me, enjoying the sensations of my hands on her tits. Almost instantly, I generated a stiff hard-on, which poked at her ass-crack. Impulsively, I pressed forward, nestling my rod between the cheeks of Jean's ass. I rubbed my shaft between her thighs, which were already (or still) lubricated with her sex-juices, causing Jean to groan with arousal. She turned her head to kiss me over her shoulder as I continued to grind her.

I slid one hand down and ran my fingers through her silky pubic hair, then cupped my hand over her mound. Slowly, I slipped one finger inside her sultry sheath, then two, finding her wet and slippery inside. Jean groaned with pleasure as I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her, rubbing my knuckles over her clit as I did. She began to grind her hips against the movements of my fingers, and her groans became louder as I continued probing inside her.

"Oh god, Ben," she groaned, "you're going to make me come!"

"Come ahead," I whispered in her ear. "I want to feel you come on my fingers."

"Oh god!" she cried. "Oh god!" Instantly, she began to quiver and moan. I felt her pussy clench on my fingers as she came, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Oh god," she panted. "That was nice. Thank you, Ben."

"Shucks, ma'am," I grinned, "the pleasure was all mine."

"I don't think so," she said, as she began to recover her breath. With her back still turned to me, she spread her legs apart ever-so-slightly, then, with her hand, she reached down between her legs and pulled my cock into position, with her labia wrapped around the hardness of my shaft. Slowly, she began to rub her cunt-lips along my length, grinding her nubbin against my stiff prick. Soon, she was groaning anew, as the sensations in her clit had her on the edge of another orgasm.

"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Oh, Ben, I'm going to come again! Oh god!"

A low wail escaped her mouth, and her whole body stiffened and shook as a fresh climax overtook her. At the very peak of her orgasm, she pressed my cock flat against her superheated opening, so that my cockhead was just barely nestled into the apex of her cunt, nudging against her swollen clit. Then she clenched her cunt-muscles, giving my cockhead a sultry squeeze.

The sensation overpowered my senses. "Oh shit, Jeannie," I cried, helplessly, "I'm coming. . ." I groaned as my cock and balls pulsated in my own orgasm. Ropes of my sperm - one, two, three, four and more - shot from the tip of my cock, landing with a wet 'splat' against her belly, dripping into and through her beautiful auburn pubic hair.

Both of us were a trifle unsteady on our legs at that point, and it took some strength for me to keep Jean from falling onto the floor. With her hand, Jean rubbed my cum into her skin and pubic fur, purring happily.

"Oh god, Jeannie," I groaned. "I want you so bad."

Jean turned around and smiled sympathetically as she held my softening prick in her hand. "I want you, too," she said, in a husky voice. "God knows it was all I could do not to just put you inside me and fuck you right here on the spot. But we shouldn't when Walt and Sharon aren't here." And even in my frustration, I had to admit that she was right. I didn't want to put any of our friendships, or our marriages, at risk. Best to make sure everybody's OK with everything.

*****

Later that same day, Sharon and I were walking out in the yard, when she stopped and looked at me with a smirk. "You're curious, aren't you?"

"Curious?" I asked. "Curious about what?"

She gave me a mischievous smirk again. "Don't play dumb with me, husband. You know exactly what I mean. You're curious about what it would be like to fuck Jean."

Oh, shit, I thought to myself; did she see us in the kitchen?  My mind raced. Honestly, I knew that the minute we all got naked together, it was virtually inevitable that, sooner or later, we'd want to fuck each other's spouses. But. . .

I decided to low-key my answer. "Is this a trick question?" I asked. "Of course I'm curious about that! And I know you well enough to know that you're curious about fucking Walt, too!"

"Okay, you got me," she admitted with a smile, while I tried not to show my relief too obviously. "Every time I see that long cock of his going in and out of Jeannie, I wonder what it would feel like inside of me, and how different it would feel from yours."

"Uh-huh. And as long as we're having True Confessions, I wonder how tight Jean's pussy would feel around my cock, and, like you said, how different she'd feel from you. But before we do anything like that, everybody has to be OK with it, right?"

"Of course."

"Anyway, it's a big deal -- WAY bigger than groping each other, or even giving each other head. I don't want to mess up our friendship, and I want to stay married to you. We need to be really careful."

"Of course."

I actually had a decent idea that both Walt and Jean would be very OK with it, but I had no idea how to find out for sure.

A while later, Walt and I were at the grill, cooking dinner. Across the yard, I saw Sharon and Jean casually strolling on one of the trails. Their conversation seemed animated, and punctuated with fits of giggling. Walt heard the giggling, and saw the women talking.

"I wonder what they're talking about," he mused.

I had a pretty good idea what they were talking about, but I just said, "Yeah, I wonder. . ."

*****

After dinner, we settled down on the couch in the living room to commence the evening's sexual festivities. To start out, Jean sat on my lap, and Sharon on Walt's. We started simple -- kissing and petting like high-school kids, except for the fact that we were all naked, and married to the opposite spouses. I kissed Jean passionately, probing with my tongue to the far corners of her mouth, and intertwining my tongue with hers. With one hand, I reached around her and fondled her breast; with the other, I fingered her pussy. She was purring happily as I tweaked her nipple, and again as I diddled her clit with my thumb, while driving two fingers in and out of her vagina. I looked over at Sharon and Walt, and they were doing the same thing, in the same position.

Jean was starting to grind her pelvis against my hand with greater urgency, when suddenly she got up off my lap, knelt between my knees, and started sucking my cock. And, at the same moment, Sharon did likewise to Walt. It was as if their movements had been choreographed.

My cock was standing straight up from the jungle of my pubic hair, precum oozing copiously from the tip, as Jean stroked it with her hands, then leaned in to lick and suck it. Walt's cock was likewise rigidly erect under Sharon's loving attention.

Then suddenly, both women stopped abruptly and looked at each other.

"It's time," said Sharon.

"Yup," replied Jean. "Let's do this."

And with that, they both stood up, pushed the man they'd just been blowing back onto the couch, and straddled his lap. Then they both slowly lowered themselves onto the cock of the man who wasn't their husband.

I watched wide-eyed with wonder as Jean's pussy lips touched the tip of my cock. I looked over at my wife, and her pussy was likewise situated against Walt's cockhead. Both women paused and looked at each other, then, with a wink and a nod, they continued downward. I felt Jean's cunt-lips open around my cockhead as she pressed herself onto me. Once I had entered her, and she was sliding down my shaft, I saw her eyes get wide as my thick cock spread her opening farther than Walt's ever had. Her cunt was incredibly tight, and I reveled in the sensations of being inside her, feeling her silky-smooth vaginal walls snugly embracing my erection. When she had taken me in completely, and her pubic hair was intertangled with mine, we both just sat still, savoring the sensations of a new and unfamiliar sexual partner.

I glanced over at my wife in time to see her eyes get wide as Walt's long cock was completely inside her, probing deeper into the far corners of her vagina than I had ever been. The two of them also paused for a few moments to savor the different sensations of an unfamiliar partner.

"My god!' Jean gasped, "your cock is so thick -- I just feel so. . . spread open! God, Sharon -- and you get this whenever you want!"

Sharon grinned. "Mmm-hmm; told ya. And your guy's equipment is pretty amazing, too. No-one has ever been inside me so deep! So nice. . ."

Slowly, Sharon and Jean began to grind their pussies on their respective erect cocks. Just the difference between Jean's vagina and Sharon's was almost intoxicating. And Jean's body moves in some delightfully different ways than Sharon's does -- her longer, leaner body generates smoother, gentler strokes, as compared to Sharon's shorter, more powerful ones. Jean seemed to squirm on my cock more than she did on Walt's, as if she was adjusting to its thickness. It was like adjusting to the movements of a new dance partner, except this was a much deeper and more intimate kind of contact than dancing.

I watched my wife with Walt. She seemed determined to drive him as deeply into herself as she possibly could, as if exploring new corners of her womb on a cock that could finally reach them. And Walt seemed to be getting his mind blown by Sharon's powerful movements.

I don't know how long we fucked like that with our new partners, but it was a while. I just wanted to savor the new sensations from Jean's pussy for as long as I could. At last, Jean started grinding faster on me, until she was bobbing up and down on my cock at a furious pace. Which was more than I could stand. "Jeannie, I. . .", I tried to say, but before I could complete my sentence, my cum shot out the end of my cock, into her. "Oh, yeah!" she cried. "You're coming in me! Walt, honey, he's coming in me!" She continued bouncing on me until it was almost painful, the sensations were so intense.

Walt and Sharon weren't far behind us. I hadn't even caught my breath before I heard Walt grunting involuntarily as he blew his load into my wife.

We all just sat quietly for a while after we'd finished. We were very conscious of the significance of what we'd just done, but there were no regrets. Walt and Jean were still our best friends. We couldn't have done it with anyone else; no one else was intimate enough with us, or had our trust enough, for us to share our lives, and our bodies, like that.

Even so, it seemed right, even necessary, for us to return to our own spouses and make slow, intense, passionate love for a long time afterward.

*****

Saturday was to be our last full day at the cabin, and we determined to end with a flourish. As we had the previous weekend, we went skinny-dipping early in the day. This time, there was much more playful groping going on. In the few days I'd had access to them, I'd really come to enjoy Jean's tits, and her pussy, almost as much as my wife's.

We went back to the cabin, and all four of us piled into Walt and Jean's bed, which was a king-size. The two women laid side-by-side on their backs, even holding hands, and Walt and I fucked them missionary-style. After a few minutes, one of the women would call for a switch, and Walt and I would trade places. That ended up being very cool -- a very direct comparison of the two women with each other, and an experience of both their bodies, both their vaginas, and the differences between them, cycled through repeatedly many times over. Jean and Sharon rolled through orgasm after orgasm, and Walt and I sent buckets of our semen into them. It was a very erotic sensation to fuck one or the other of the women with my cock sloshing through a thick soup of Walt's cum mixed with mine.

After that, we took a recovery break to grab some dinner, and let Walt's and my balls refill, before returning to the bed. At first, we just rolled our bodies together, savoring all the naked skin and body parts sliding against each other. An then suddenly, things took shape out of the chaos. I saw my wife's pussy in front of my face, her cunt-lips engorged and wet, so I reached over and slipped a couple fingers inside her, cupping my palm over her mound and rubbing her clit as I stroked my fingers in and out of her. Then I slid myself up under her and pulled her onto my face so I could eat her pussy, while she ground herself against my face. I became aware that, while I was eating my wife, she was busy sucking Walt's cock. And then, a few minutes later, I felt another mouth on my own cock. I glanced down to see that Jean had taken her place above my groin, and was blowing me while Walt ate her pussy, and the four of us made a complete circle of mouths tending to sex organs.

After a while, Jean sat up and pulled away from Walt's oral ministrations. "I need a cock inside me," she said, and she quickly climbed astride my hips. Raising herself up, she positioned her entrance against the tip of my cock and rammed herself onto my manhood, groaning, "Ooooohhhhh, god, yessss!"

Sharon saw what Jean was doing, and quickly climbed over to straddle my head, so I could continue to eat her. So Sharon was riding my face, while Jean rode my cock. The two women leaned together and embraced each other, so the three of us formed a triangle with our bodies.

Both Jean and Sharon were groaning in pleasure as the three of us ground together. Walt lay alongside us on the bed, slowly stroking his cock, watching our threesome in erotic wonder and awe. I had the worst seat in the house, as my wife's ass grinding on my face pretty completely obscured my view of anything else (not that it was an unpleasant view, in the least). Suddenly, I heard Walt suck in his breath sharply, followed by a long masculine groan from his throat. I strained to move around enough to catch a glimpse without disengaging from Sharon's pussy, and out of the corner of my eye, I could just barely see that Jean and Sharon were engaged in a sexy erotic kiss, their jaws and tongues moving feverishly in their lusty excitement. With one arm, they held their tight embrace, but each had her free hand on the other's breast, cupping and stroking and kneading the soft, firm flesh.




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In short order, both women sat straight up. Holding each other by their forearms, they increased the tempo of their grinding, and soon both of them were squirming and writhing in orgasm -- Sharon on my mouth and Jean on my cock. I strove mightily to hold off my own climax, but my resistance was futile, and soon I was gasping and panting as I shot my hot seed into Jean's cunt.

After beholding the spectacle of Jean and Sharon and me sharing a threesome, Walt was ready for some action of his own. "My turn, ladies!" he gushed, and quickly, Sharon took her place at his loins, while Jean mounted her husband's face, her pussy newly-filled with my cum, which was beginning to ooze out of her, and onto Walt's chin. I couldn't believe that Walt was actually going to eat my cum out of his wife, but he didn't hesitate.

Even Jean was taken aback by Walt's raunchiness. "My god, Sweetheart!" she exclaimed. "Are you really eating Ben's cum out of me?"

Walt just continued orally plundering his wife, letting a muffled "Mmmm-hmmmm!" escape from between her legs.

Once again, Sharon impaled herself on Walt's long stick, squirming and twisting to stir her insides from every possible angle and direction. Once the two women had settled into their respective positions atop Walt, they returned their gazes to each other. "Where were we?" Sharon laughed, with a suggestive wink. "Oh yeah; I remember." She and Jean rejoined their sexy kiss, fondling and caressing each other's breasts. It was an incredibly erotic sight, and as I lay aside, my cock was quickly regaining its stiffness.

Sharon looked like she was getting close to coming, but Walt abruptly nudged both her and Jean off himself. "I've got an idea!" he enthused. He sat on the edge of the bed, his cock pointing straight up at the non-existent ceiling, then grabbed the lube bottle and copiously lubed his erection. "Come on, Jean," he said as he grabbed his wife, "you can go first."

Jean was looking, wondering what was coming next. Walt positioned her between his legs, facing away from him, then, leaning her forward, he placed the tip of his cock against her puckered anal sphincter. 

Jean gasped. "You're not gonna. . ."

"Uh-huh," Walt answered. "I sure am. We'll take it slow; try to relax. . ."

Slowly, gingerly, Walt pressed forward. Jean squirmed as the head of Walt's cock pressed firmly against her back door. A millimeter at a time, Sharon and I watched her open her ass to her husband's cock, whimpering and moaning at her first anal penetration. Finally, his cockhead was inside her bowel. Then, slowly, he slid his entire long cock into his wife's ass.

"Shit!" she yelled.

"No, it's just me," Walt replied, smirking.

For a few minutes, Walt let Jean get acclimated to his anal plundering of her. She twisted and squirmed and groaned at the odd new sensations. Then, when she seemed to be relaxing into them, Walt leaned back, lifting Jean, still anally impaled on his long, slender pole, into a sitting position atop his lap as he did.

"OK, Ben," he began, "Here's where you come in."

Jean's long legs were splayed apart, her ankles resting outside Walt's knees. Her pussy was erotically spread open, beckoning any nearby cock to come and stuff it, and mine, newly restored to erection, was the only one available. Jean looked at me, almost pleadingly, as I took my place between her legs and Walt's. "Oh god, Ben," she moaned, "Fuck me. I can't believe this. . ." Slowly, I slid my thick rod into her, while she groaned in sensual overload. "Two cocks," she groaned. "I can't believe I've got both your cocks in me at once!"

Once I was completely buried inside her, I paused to acclimate myself to the utterly unique sensations of double-penetrating Jean. With my hands on her ass, I held myself tightly inside her, while Walt rested his hands on her hips. As I began to slowly pump in and out of her, I became aware of my thick erect cock sliding against Jean's silky vaginal walls, with only a layer of tissue between my cock and Walt's. We settled into a back-and-forth rhythm, and soon Jean was having a kind of out-of-body experience. She moaned and groaned wildly as her climax began to intrude itself into the more basic sensory overload of having two cocks inside herself, which she was already experiencing. Soon she was twitching and writhing out of control as her orgasm exploded through her body. When it had finally released its grip on her, I withdrew from her womb, and she slid herself limply off Walt's pole, and fell onto the other side of the bed.

Walt and I looked toward Sharon. "Next?" we said in unison.

Sharon giggled as she eagerly took her place between Walt's legs, but he had a different plan for her. "Here," he said, pushing me down onto my back on the bed. "Ben, you lie on your back, and now Sharon, you ride him."

"I can do that," she said, and quickly, she had enveloped my entire manhood within herself. "Mmmmmm," she purred. "Nice."

While my wife and I enjoyed our leisurely coupling, Walt cleaned his prong and re-lubed himself. Then he stood behind Sharon's ass and gently placed his cockhead against my wife's puckered hole.

"You ready?" he asked, "'Cuz here I come!"

"Oh shit!" Sharon exclaimed, as Walt began to penetrate her ass.

"I keep telling you, it's just me," Walt replied, with a chuckle.

This time, I was the 'first one in', and I felt Walt's cock slowly working its way into Sharon, sliding lengthwise along my own cock, on the other side of her intestinal/vaginal walls. It was an odd sensation, to say the least. But once we were all 'situated', we found our three-way rhythm. Soon Sharon was quivering and squirming to her next orgasm, babbling incoherently as Walt pumped in and out of her ass, and I fucked her pussy. I finally let go and surrendered to my own orgasm, sending another load of my cum splashing into my wife, while Walt sent his load into her ass.

That whole day and night was simply the wildest erotic time any of us had ever experienced. At last, we all drifted off to sleep, and awoke on Sunday with the sun already high in the sky. I was lying next to Jean, and she awakened into half-consciousness shortly after I did. She smiled when she saw I was awake and looking at her, then we reached for each other and kissed each other passionately. Soon we were lazily fucking again, as far as we knew for the last time. Our movement awakened Sharon and Walt, and soon they too were sharing a Last Fuck. After that, we returned to our own spouses and capped off the week's sexual festivities 'back home', where we belonged.

With a degree of sadness, we all packed up and prepared to get back on the road, heading home. The hardest part of the whole week was putting our clothes back on when it was finally time to leave.

*****

During the drive home, Sharon and I were recounting the week from each of our perspectives.

"Any regrets?" I asked her

"None whatsoever. Jeannie and I have shared everything since we were in fourth grade. Now we've shared our husbands." She paused for a second. "And you've shared us. Walt and Jean have always been our dearest friends; it seems to me that now, they're that much dearer."

I had to agree. One other question was nagging at my brain. "Is Walt a better lover than me?"

She pondered my question for a few seconds. "Not better," she replied, "not at all; different. Sometimes you want a steak, and sometimes you want lobster. And if you have lobster once in a while, you might enjoy the steak even more. Besides, I'm only married to you."

I can live with that. . .

*****

Since our Naked Week at the cabin, Sharon and I have gotten together with Walt and Jean about one weekend a month for a Naked Weekend at one or the other of our houses. Our clothes come off the second we're in the door on Friday evening, and we have a mind-blowing orgy until it's time to go home on Sunday. And every summer, we've gone back up north for another Naked Week at the cabin with our oldest, closest, most intimate friends. We've even talked some about moving in together in a place halfway between both our towns, and living as a polyamorous household. I don't think we'll ever really do that, but it's fun to think about. . .

*****

For further adventures of Walt and Jean and Ben and Sharon 'back home', see 'Cabin In the Woods, Sequel'.



Cabin in the Woods



Mark and I had been living together for just about a year. My time with him had been the happiest year of my life. It was the first time I'd ever felt like I belonged. The love we felt for each other was apparent to everyone we knew. Even though, at first, none of them thought we would make it as a couple. I doubt there are two people who are more different. 

To begin with, Mark came from a rather wealthy family, he had a college degree and the career he'd always wanted. He loved all sports, but he was most passionate about baseball. Mark spent time working out in a gym three times a week and his body showed it, he was built like a wall. He towered over me by nearly a foot at 6'4". Everything about him was big: his hands, his feet, his smile, his personality, his cock and even his sex drive. At 27, he was five years older than I was. Before we met, Mark was a slut. He slept with any guy or girl who would spread their legs or bend over in front of him. That's actually how we met, he literally charmed me out of my clothes and onto his cock.

My family was lower middle class, I barely finished high school and had a dead-end job. I'd never been good at any sport and I only watched the 'big games' with Mark because it was something that was important to him. I went to the gym with him once and hadn't been back. The whole idea of running in place or riding a bike that didn't go anywhere didn't appeal to me all. My body was thin, almost too thin. The bones beneath my pale skin were easily identified. Mark said I had a wonderful personality, if I was comfortable with who was with us. I can be pretty shy. My sex drive and curiosity about sex were off the charts. But pretty much everything else about me was small, including my penis.

Once we were together, I made Mark promise not to be with anyone else. I couldn't stand the idea of him sleeping around behind my back. After a few months, when he asked me to move into his condo, I insisted he get another test, just to be sure. He was a little insulted that I didn't believe he hadn't cheated. But when I reminded him how we had met, he agreed to the test. When it came back clean, I moved in with him and haven't asked anything more from him since.

As mentioned before, Mark was extremely charming. He could get me to do almost anything. I'd posed nude for him on several occasions in several settings. He had stripped me naked and made love to me in a public park at dusk. I'd given him a blowjob in the dressing room of a department store. Once, while on vacation at the beach, Mark even convinced me to wear the bottoms of a string bikini instead of my normal suit. Of course he had images of that too. He had a very large folder on his computer containing images of me in all sorts of naughty positions.

There were a few things I somehow managed to keep from doing. One of those things was letting him tie me up. It scared me a little, giving up all control, being completely helpless. Those were feelings that I didn't associate with sex at all. 

When he received a cabin in the will of an uncle he hardly knew, I knew he was thinking of the naughty things he'd get me do in the middle of nowhere. The cabin was a three hour drive into the mountains. He made the trip several times on his own under the pretense of cleaning the place up for me. I'm sure he cleaned some of the time he was up there, but I doubted that was all he did. 

The day he was to drive me to the cabin for the first time, he pushed me against the wall, held my wrists above my head, leaned down and kissed me in that special way that makes my knees weak. He kissed up and down my neck, working me into a frenzy. He pressed his knee in-between my legs so I had something to grind my penis against. When he pulled his lips away from me, I was breathing heavily and trying to break free of his hold so I could attack him. 

He kept me pinned against the wall and whispered, "This is what it would be like to be tied up. It isn't scary, is it?"

I whimpered, "No, not all. Now come finish what you started!"

In that same throaty whisper, "Baby, when we get the cabin, I'd like to be able to tie you up. I won't do it unless you give me permission. But I would really like to do this. What do you say?"

I lunged out to him, but he was far too strong. He easily kept me pinned to the wall without even flexing his muscles. "Okay! While we're at the cabin you can tie me up! I promise! Now fuck me!"

"Not yet. We have the whole day and night at the cabin. There will be plenty of time for fucking." He kept me there until I calmed down a little. I still tried to attack him, but he simply picked me up and carried me to his SUV. Already packed, he got in the driver's seat and we began our drive to our 'cabin of nastiness'.

I spent the first part of the drive with my head in his lap and Mark's cock in my mouth. His SUV sat up high enough that hardly anyone could see inside. And anyone who was high enough to see inside, probably wouldn't look anyway. I wasn't really trying to get him off, I just wanted to feel his half-hard cock on my tongue, have my lips wrapped around it and smell him. It will sound stupid, but having his cock in my mouth soothed me. 

Once out of the city and off the highway, I sat up to admire the wilderness as it surrounded us. I've never spent much time outdoors in nature, but I did love the forest. We passed one small town after another, none of which could have had more than a few hundred residents. At one of them, Mark slowed down and turned onto a less traveled road. He continued for a mile or two in the dense forest until making one final turn to the cabin that sat a little ways off the road.

I'd expected a rustic log cabin. What we came to a stop in front of, was definitely not rustic. It was 2 stories high, had a wrap-a-round porch with a satellite dish on the roof. The entire cabin looked like it had been built the day before. From the driveway, it looked far nicer than the house I grew up in! Once inside, Mark gave me a quick tour. The living room was gigantic, it had hardwood floors, a chandelier, a big screen TV and a huge sectional couch! The kitchen was equally as impressive, equipped granite countertops with some cooking utensils I couldn't even identify. 

We skipped the other rooms and went directly to the master bedroom. Inside I found my dream bed. It was a massive, king sized, 4-poster bed. The curtains on the bed were sheer white and all were neatly tied to the nearest post. The frame was an ornate light wood and all the bedcovers and pillows were perfectly white too. The bed was the only piece of furniture in the room. Two of the walls in the room were really floor to ceiling windows. The view of the forest was truly breathtaking. The other walls contained doors for closets, a bathroom and the entry into the room. It was magnificent. The room was so bright and white, I wanted to stay in there forever! 

Mark stood behind me, his arms around my waist. He gave me a few moments to fully absorb the beauty of the room. I think he became impatient because he scooped me up in his arms and kissed me passionately while laying us both down on the bed. We rolled around while we kissed and our hands went exploring on the other. We finally wound up in a position with me straddling Mark while he lay on his back. Somehow, in all the rolling around, I'd lost all my clothes and I'd been unable to take a single thing from Mark! That seemed to happen often with the two of us. Our kissing was passionate and desperate. I could feel his excitement under his jeans against my own hard penis. He wanted me, just as badly as I wanted him, but he made no move to take me. 

Finally, when I thought I could handle it no more, he spoke. "Are you ready for me to tie you up?"

I ground my hips down against him. Whimpering softly, I was so horny, "Fine! Do it! Just hurry! I need you so bad!"

He smiled and whispered in my ear, "So you're asking me to tie you up?" I tried to get to his shirt, but he took my wrists in his hands, "Tell me."

"YES! I'm asking you to please TIE ME UP!" 

He pulled my hands behind my back, "Just to be sure, I don't want to do this against your will. Tell me it's okay for me to tie you up and have my way with you."

Squirming around on his rigid cock which was still under his jeans, I think I screamed, "OH MY GAWD! IT'S OKAY FOR YOU TO TIE ME UP AND FUCK ME! JUST DO IT. DO IT NOW! PLEASE!"

He smiled that evil smile he gets when he's about to do something nasty to me. But that smile didn't scare me at all. I had some of my best, most powerful orgasms shortly after seeing that sinister smile. He rolled me onto my back and got off the bed. He went into a closet and brought out a box. He quickly pulled out four, pink leather cuffs with shiny silver buckles on them. He came back to the bed, and with surprising speed, he wrapped the cuffs around each of my ankles and wrists. All of them were buckled snugly, but not so tight they hurt. The insides of the cuffs had soft padding, they actually felt pretty nice. Each ankle and wrist cuff had a shiny silver ring attached to them. When I moved, the sound of the steel ring hitting the buckle reminded me of Santa's sleigh.

I told Mark it wasn't so bad, so far. He smiled down at me without saying a word. He went back the box and came back with rope, but it wasn't normal rope. This rope was pink. I asked him what all the pink was about. He grinned and said, "A gentle color for my gentle baby." His words made me squirm on the bed. I loved it when he talked to me that way.

With the rope in hand, he had me get up off the bed. Looping two of his fingers through the loops on my wrist cuffs, he guided me out of my favorite room, down the stairs and headed to the front door. That's when I tried to stop him. Up until then I thought he would tie me to the bed. But he was going to take me outside? I threw a mini-fit before he brought me back to earth, reminding me we were in the middle of nowhere. No body was around. What was the harm?

I was hesitant, but I eventually willingly let him guide me onto the porch. On our way out, he paused to pick up a nasty looking hunting knife. Standing outside, naked except for the cuffs felt awfully naughty. The trees screened the cabin from the road, but I'd be completely visible for a brief moment to anyone passing the driveway.

When I'd walked into the cabin, I failed to notice the sturdy-looking steel hooks that were driven into the floor and ceiling of the porch. They were right outside of the front door. Mark went right to work. He cut off a length of rope with the knife and passed it through the cuff on my left wrist. He passed that rope through one of the hooks in the ceiling and left it hanging loose. He did the same to my right wrist and both ankles. 

He then went to my wrists first and pulled those ropes tight enough to spread my arms wide and raise them high above my head. Only when I was stretched to his satisfaction did he secure the ropes with knots. My ankles were next. They were spread far enough apart that it was a little uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Tied up on the porch like that, I fully understood what being spread-eagle felt like. 

When Mark headed back inside, I begged him not to leave me. He gently laid his hand on the side of my face and told me he'd be right back. When the door closed behind, I was alone, helpless and utterly vulnerable. And I couldn't understand why my penis was throbbing so hard! It was standing up to its full, just over 4" length and its excitement was dripping from the soft pink head. Every noise, every movement of a branch caught my attention and I panicked every time.

When Mark came back outside, he carried a large bottle of baby oil, a towel and what looked like a pink ball on a leather strap. He set the baby oil and towel down on a nearby table. With that pink ball in hand, he smiled and told me to open up wide. It was then when I understood what it was. I wanted to refuse to let him put it in my mouth, but for whatever reason, I opened my mouth as wide as it would go. Mark moved behind me, he set the large pink ball in my mouth and with the straps pulled snug, he buckled it behind my head. The ball was wedged into my mouth, stretching my jaw wide open. For the first time in my life, I was officially gagged. I quickly learned it wasn't easy to swallow. I struggled with the saliva in my mouth until it began to drip down my chin and onto my body.

Admiring his handiwork from different angles, he eventually walked back to me after picking up the baby oil. He poured the oil onto me and rubbed it into every square inch of my quivering body. He spent extra time tweaking my nipples, fingering my desperate bottom and denying my neglected penis. When he was finished, he wiped his hands on the towel and headed back inside.

Left alone, this time unable to make a sound except wet gurgling noises. I heard noises I wouldn't normally hear. I saw slight movements I normally wouldn't have. The breeze in the trees nearly gave me a heart attack! When the door opened behind me, I was relieved to have Mark back with me. 

He walked out, still fully dressed. He had his camera in one hand and the keys to his SUV in the other. I completely freaked out. What the hell did he need his keys for? I thrashed against the ropes, but it was no use. There was no way of getting out of this without help.

Mark moved into the driveway, snapped off several images, and then came in for some close-ups. He must've snapped off more than 50 images. He moved in behind me and whispered in my ear, "These are going to be the best images ever. When we get back home, we have to have 'that talk' again about posting some online."

Since I agreed to let Mark take pictures of me naked and doing nasty things, he'd been trying to talk me into letting him post them online. I was worried about my family or the people at work seeing them. So I'd been refusing to let him. He would argue that no one would see them. And even if they did, they probably wouldn't say anything. The more he asked if he could, the weaker I became to resist him. I knew sooner or later I'd agree to let him do what he wanted with those images. It was a huge turn on knowing there was a folder of naked images of me. I couldn't help but wonder how I'd feel once they were on the web and couldn't be removed.

Mark finally moved right in front of me with his keys and camera in hand. He whispered, "Sweetheart, I need to run back to the last town to pick up a few things I forgot. I shouldn't be gone long." He kissed my cheek, "Don't miss me too much. I love you." And he walked to his SUV, got in and drove off.

I was completely freaking out! I should have been really mad. I should have been completely pissed off. What if someone saw me? What if someone pulled into the driveway? What if that someone was man and he raped me? What if that man kidnapped me? What if that man called the police? What if I got sent to jail naked? What if, what if, what if. I couldn't shut my mind off. All of the things that could happen. And during all that time, my penis was stiff as ever and I couldn't understand why! This wasn't the time to be hard!

After who knows how long, my ears perked up when I heard a car in the distance. The noises were coming in the opposite direction that Mark drove off. That meant a stranger would be driving by! I struggled against the ropes. I tried to stretch my fingers to reach the buckles. I tried everything I could think of. There was nothing I could do. It was sheer torture hearing it approaching. The possibilities of who might be in the car flooded my imagination. 

Soon enough I caught a glimpse of a car through the trees. I squirmed around and tried to hide my very stiff penis, no such luck. When the car passed the driveway, I learned it was an older couple in the front seats, they were looking straight ahead and didn't seem to notice me at all. For that brief instant when they both could have seen me, my penis was spasming like crazy and I almost squirted my juices out onto the porch!

I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. My heart was racing, I was breathing really heavily and I was beginning to perspire. And my penis wouldn't realize that this shouldn't be exciting. I had almost been seen tied spread-eagle on the porch by an older couple! My marbles had popped up inside me and I was leaking like crazy. A small puddle of saliva and my precum was forming on the porch below it.

My muscles grew tired. At times, I rested my legs and dangled from my wrists. Saliva dripped from my lips with the ball gag so tightly buckled. My mind wandered and the thoughts that consumed my mind were some of the nastiest fantasies I've ever had. They were thoughts of punishment, rough sex, gangbangs, rape, humiliation and sexual slavery. They were things I never would have considered desirable before that afternoon. Something about being tied up and helpless outside in the middle of the day had changed my perspective.

Hearing another car approaching in the distance immediately sent a chill up my spine and made my poor penis jump and throb like crazy. The car approached for the same direction that Mark had driven off into. The time it took for that car to get near the cabin seemed like an eternity. And I spent that time panicking and fantasizing and working myself into an even hornier wreck.

I heard the car slow down when it got really close. The moment I saw Mark's SUV, I was mostly relived. I couldn't stop myself from imagining 'what if'. He pulled the SUV to a stop right in front of me strung up on the porch. I could see his perfect smile and his shiny white teeth as he studied the condition I was in. 

He got out and shut the door. He stood there for several moments and then said, "You cannot imagine how beautiful you look right now." He walked to me and let his eyes absorb what he saw. My small, skinny, pale body so worked up it wouldn't take more than a gentle touch to make me squirt. He moved behind me and whispered, "Well, well, well. Someone seems to enjoy being tied up."

I could only moan and make wet sounds.

"There's only one house further down the road. And an older couple lives there. Did they stop by to introduce themselves?" I felt his hands on my hips, they slipped around on my oily skin.

I shook my head as even more saliva fell from my lip. 

"That's good. It was the one thing that concerned me when I left you hanging here. So, are you ready to admit you like being tied up now?"

I nodded my head up and down. I tried to push my hips back to him, but he simply stepped back. His hands slipping and sliding up and down my sides. 

He moved his mouth in close to my ear and whispered, "Mmm. I'm glad to hear that. Because I really enjoy tying you up." 

He moved around in front of me. Looking me right in the eyes he asked a simple question, "Say the word 'please' if you want me to make you cum?"

I nodded my head, I tried to annunciate the word. The ball in my mouth was keeping me from saying anything. Not only was I beyond a normal level of horny, Mark was teasing me! He held his hand up to his ear as if to listen closely. After listening to me gurgle, groan and moan for several moments, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, if you don't want me to get you off yet, it's okay. But seeing you like that has gotten me rock hard." He reached down and grabbed himself under his jeans. "Maybe you can wait, but I sure can't." 

He pulled a chair so it sat right in front of me. Before sitting down, he undid his pants and fished out his massive cock. Slouching down in the chair, he wrapped his fist around that mighty cock and began to masturbate right there in front of me! The head of his cock was a deep purple color, it wasn't quite the size of a plum, but it was close. The veiny shaft throbbed under his touch and before my eyes. His eyes wandered up and down my quivering body. Up and down his fist slid along his cock. 




Cabin in the Woods



"I cannot get over how beautiful you look. Someone should paint a picture of you like this. It deserves to be hung in a museum. Sweetheart, you are gorgeous."

I couldn't believe he thought I looked beautiful. I was covered in my own saliva, my skinny little penis was poking out of my body like a stray finger. I didn't feel beautiful or gorgeous, I was only horny. But those words he spoke were making me even more horny. My hips were bucking out toward him. My poor penis was leaking like crazy. My wrinkled little hole was flexing and tingling. That little puddle of my drippings and saliva, wasn't so little anymore. 

When the first drop of precum appeared on his cock, he smiled. "I know you must be going crazy." He released his rigid cock and stood up. "This time, just nod your head if you want me to fuck you." 

I nodded my head like crazy. I actually got a little dizzy from nodding that hard.

From behind, he untied my left arm. My arm fell to my side, the muscles were exhausted. My entire arm felt like it was 'asleep'. He then untied my right arm, it too fell to my side. My legs were wobbly, but I did manage to stay standing. He removed both of the pink cuffs from my wrists and set them aside. Before I even had a chance to get my arms moving, Mark produced a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and locked my wrists together behind my back.

As I stood there with my wobbly legs spread wide, Mark pulled the chair in front me. I wasn't sure what he was up to until he lowered his pants to his knees and sat down, facing me. While still sitting, he scooted himself and the chair all the way under me. He smiled up at me as he rubbed his huge cock between my oily butt cheeks. There was more than enough oil and precum on his cock when he aimed it where I needed it most.

My little hole began to stretch open around the fat, spongey head of his cock. I leaned back and rested my hands on his legs. Pressing my body down until I felt my ring of muscles clamp down around the neck of his cock. At that same moment, Mark reached out and tickled the underside of my penis with his finger. That was all it took.

Usually when I cum, I make a bit of noise and thrash my body around. But with my legs still tied and my hands locked behind my back, I couldn't thrash around much at all. And the ball gag was keeping me from making anything except wet gurgling noises. But with Mark's index finger rubbing along the vein of my penis, I spurted out the biggest dollop of cum I've ever seen leave my body. It was immediately followed by a second and then a third. Somewhere during that orgasm, I'd collapsed against Mark and was writhing against his chest. Even Mark was shocked at how much I'd cum. "What the hell was that?? You were REALLY horny weren't you?"

When I gurgled a response, he apologized before reaching up and unbuckling the gag. With the ball finally out of my mouth, I had to stretch my jaw muscles several times before I tried to speak. It wasn't until that moment that I realized I was sitting on Mark's lap. His entire cock was buried inside me. Usually it took forever to get even half of it in me. And there have been times when I can't take it all. But this time he as all in, balls deep inside me. The first words I spoke were, "You're in me?"

He smiled and kissed my very wet lips. "Yes, I am. When you started cumming like that, I just lifted up until I couldn't go anymore. You just kept cumming and didn't even notice." He laid his hands on my hips, "Now how about that fucking you've been wanting?"

Now I'm not one to turn down a good fucking, but honestly, my body was done. My muscles were exhausted. I had just had the orgasm of my life. I didn't have the strength for it. Just when I opened my mouth to try and explain that to Mark, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He hugged my oily body against his and somehow managed to not even flex his cock inside me. He comforted me and told me it was okay he knew I was tired.

He then withdrew his cock from inside me, wiped himself clean and put it away in his pants. He put the chair back by the cabin wall and then came to untie my ankles and remove the pink cuffs. One after the other until I was free. Standing up straight, I stretched my back. Mark was right there behind me with his hands on my hips. When I heard a car coming down the road, I moved to get inside. But Mark held me in place. 

"No, today you'll be shown off. I want that couple to see you. I want them to know how lucky I am to have you." He grabbed the chain on the handcuffs and had me take a step forward, then another. Until I stood on the very edge of the deck. When the car was almost to the drive way, Mark raised his hand high and waved. I was afraid they would look and see me naked and oily. But deep down inside me, I wanted them to look. I wanted to be shown off. Just before they passed into the clearing of the driveway I stepped away from Mark and out onto the gravel of the driveway. 

It happened so quickly, I couldn't be sure if they looked or not. But Mark said the lady did see me. He swore up and down that she looked right at me in that brief moment it took for them to pass the driveway. Just hearing that sent an erotic chill shooting through my body. But I was still physically exhausted. Mark stepped down to me off the porch and picked me up in his arms, careful with my handcuffed wrists. 

He whispered as he carried me inside the cabin, "My little exhibitionist. Do you have any idea how much I love you?"

I looked into his eyes, I whispered, "Yes."

He carried me up the stairs into 'my' bedroom and continued on to the bathroom. He set me down on the toilet and began to run a bath in the huge, claw-footed tub. He even added some bubble bath from a large pink bottle. He pulled a small key from his pocket, bent behind me and removed the handcuffs from one wrist. He knelt down in front of me, kissed my lips and asked if I was okay. I told him I was. He then secured my wrists together, this time in front of my body. I didn't have the strength or even the desire to refuse him. 

When the tub was nearly overflowing with bubbles, he turned off the water and tested the temperature with his hand. He then came back to me, scooped me into his strong arms and slid me into the very warm bath. He kept hold of the chain on the handcuffs so my arms remained above my head, while the rest of me disappeared under the bubbles. 

Holding the chain with one hand, he used his other to 'wash' my body. After touching, rubbing, fondling and/or tweaking every part of my front. He had me spread my legs and gently rubbed between my cheeks, drawing lazy circles around my little hole with his fingertip. The man knew how to get me horny, that's for sure.

After teasing my body back into a sexual frenzy, he asked, "Are you ready to get out? Or would you like to soak for a while?"

My blue eyes looked into his, I knew he was horny. I felt like I'd been teasing him all day. And I may be a tease, but that day must've been torture for him. "I'm ready to get out."

He helped me out of the tub and then dried my body with soft towel. I felt like I was being treated like a princess, even though I was wearing handcuffs. Once dry, he carried me into 'my' bedroom and laid me on the bed. I think he was going to let me rest. But as soon as he released me onto the middle of the bed, I raised my arms high above my head and spread my legs wide. 

In a soft voice I asked, "Mark, don't you want me? You can have me right now. Come take me."

I think he growled as he tore off his shirt and pants. His underwear hit the floor and his cock was released. It looked even bigger than usual. The head swollen up and moist with his excitement. His walnut sized balls hanging down so low, swinging as he moved onto the bed.

Instead of moving between my legs, he wound up straddling my chest. He held my arms firmly above my head with one hand the other aimed that cock at my lips. I didn't need to think, it was natural for me to open wide and look up into his eyes. He pushed forward until I almost gagged. While I sucked and licked and kissed his cock, every now and then he would push forward. I would gag and he would smile. I knew he wanted me to learn to deep-throat. He wanted me to take his whole cock into my mouth and throat. I had read some things online about it, I knew what I had to do. But it would take time to teach my body to do that. And really this wasn't the time to start practicing. Mark was throbbing and flexing his cock in my mouth, stretching my lips tightly around it. He needed to cum.

I did my very best to make him cum. I swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock. I sucked hard and took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I slid my tongue out of my mouth and slithered it further down his cock. I nibbled on the shaft, I did all the things I usually did to make him cum. I used every trick I knew and he still didn't cum. I knew he was holding back. 

With saliva dripping from his cock, he pulled it out of my mouth and slid off the bed. I'd never seen his cock look so angry. The head was a very dark purple and the veins were bulging out on the shaft. He went to his pants on the floor and got the key to my handcuffs. As soon as I saw the key I said, "Don't take them off. I, I, I sort of want to be handcuffed when you make love to me."

The evil smile appeared on his face once again. He stood up and considered me laying there, naked, horny and asking to remain bound. "How about we try something instead of the handcuffs?" It really wasn't a question and I didn't bother responding. I squirmed around on the bed waiting for him to do whatever it was he was going to do.

He removed my handcuffs and from beneath the bed, he wrapped a Velcro cuff around my left wrist. To the other side of the bed, another Velcro cuff appeared and it too was secured around my right wrist. Once all Velcro'ed in, I learned the two cuffs were connected under the mattress by a nylon strap. I could pull my arms up a little bit, but only enough to frustrate me.

"There are cuffs for your ankles too, so I can lay you out spread eagle. But for now, I think the wrists should do the job." While he spoke he applied a liberal amount of lubricant to his cock. He then crawled up on the bed between my legs. Still on his hands and knees, he teased me by kissing me gently and then pulling away when I moved for more. He kissed down my neck, nibbled on my nipples and tickled up and down my sides. For a moment, I thought he would take my penis in his mouth, something he rarely did, but he just smiled and moved back up between my legs. 

Before laying on top of me, he looped his arms under my thighs. In a swift movement, he folded my legs back on top of me. My own thighs were almost by my sides. With his angry cock aimed at my wrinkled hole, he snarled "Ready?"

I didn't have time to respond before he lunged forward. Half of his cock penetrated my bottom in a split second. The muscles in my body flexed all at once. Having him enter me that fast was painful. But in the condition I was in, after the day I'd had, it was a good kind of pain. I screamed, I thrashed against the restraints, I yelled things I don't even remember saying. It was the roughest sex I'd ever had and I was loving it. Before I even calmed down, Mark gritted his teeth and forced the rest of his cock inside me. He didn't wait for me to get used to him inside me. And tied down on that bed, on that day, I didn't expect him to. He pulled his cock out to the neck and slammed it back inside me. 

With his cock buried deep inside me, he stared into my eyes and growled, "I've wanted to do this all day. You feel so fucking good!"

He'd barely finished speaking before pulling out and slamming it back in me. It took a total of four thrusts like that before he pulled all the way out, took his cock in his hand and began jacking it off. It was aimed at my throbbing penis. I knew he was close. I knew he was feeling as kinky as I was. He's made me feel so special that day. I wanted to do something special for him. I wanted to do something he'd wanted to do for a long time. Something I thought was gross until that moment.

Looking right in his eyes, in a soft voice I said, "Wait, slow down, come up here."

The look on his face was that of a little boy on Christmas morning open the gift he wanted more than anything. He knew what I was offering. He'd wanted it for so long. Letting my legs fall back to the mattress, he crawled up by my head.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked in a concerned tone.

I didn't answer, I puckered my lips and nodded my head. He aimed his cock at my mouth. When it got close, I think I surprised us both by lifting my head off the pillow and taking the fat, spongey head in my mouth. I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't expecting it to taste like strawberries. It even smelled like strawberries. It made no sense at all, until I realized it must be the lube he bought. 

He had a concerned look on his face, he was worried if I was okay. To put his worries to rest, I lifted my head even higher and took as much of his cock as I could. Bobbing up and down on the cock that was just inside my bottom. Mark had been asking me to suck him after he'd fucked me for a long time. Now that I was doing it, I didn't understand why I'd waited for so long! I loved strawberries!

From the moment I took Mark in my mouth, he probably lasted no more than a minute before his cock erupted. I thought I spurted a lot of cum earlier that day, I didn't. Mark filled my mouth with so much of his cum that I had to swallow twice, and still some ran down my cheeks.

While still throbbing in my mouth, Mark began gushing, "You did it. You really did it. You did ass-to-mouth with my cock. I've always wanted someone to do that for me. And you really did it. I didn't think you would. But you really did it!" I'd never seen him so wound up and full of energy after having an orgasm. 

I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth, feeling his cum covering my teeth, gums and cheeks. His taste was everywhere. I was content, even if I hadn't cum. I probably didn't have any cum left inside me anyway! And I knew Mark was happy. And when he was happy, so was I.

As I was drifting off to sleep, I felt Mark climb off the bed. I often fell asleep first and Mark usually left the room so I could rest peacefully. I heard him get dressed. And just before he left the room, he spread my legs wide and strapped them down with the Velcro cuffs. Leaving me exhausted, naked, spread-eagle, restrained and horny on the bed of my dreams, in the room of my dreams.



Cabin in the Woods



Finally, I get to give you another TRUE story after a WAY too long 'dry spell'. This story is completely true (and may be a little boring maybe...would love any feedback). Only the names have been changed to blah blah blah...

Anyone who is familiar with my writings knows my stories are true and not made up unless I openly state at the beginning that it's a piece of fiction. This is not fiction, this story is true and happened very recently. And I couldn't wait to tell you about it. It's been way too long since the last time I had sex as a 'woman' (I'm a crossdresser, duh), over 1 1/2 years. Here goes...

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I have been trying to find a man to fuck me while I'm crossdressed for what seems like forever. Craigslist is about the best option for this, but while it may be the BEST option, it's not necessarily a great one. Fakes and phonies and game players abound. No shortage of idiots, that's for sure. My last real-life encounter had been the guy in his wife's minivan (you probably read that story if you're familiar with me), which happened September of '14. Here we are in July of '15 and I'm still looking for another. Many many blow offs, rejections, and jerk-arounds. But finally...I got a hit.

I got a reply to my ad from what seems to be a nice guy, an older guy, who's wife left him recently. My ad stated I was a full crossdresser (semi-passable now, with wig and getting pretty good at makeup), and that I was seeking a top to fuck me, preferably bareback if we were both comfortable with it. I LOVE cum running out of my ass for the rest of the night! We get to talking and he SEEMS genuine. (I won't get into boring details in the story but it turns out we were both recently tested for STD's and both are STD free). 

We agreed to meet up one night when I could get out dressed. Now, my wife knows I dress and like to go out driving around late at night, but I still like to get out unnoticed, that gives me more time and arouses less suspicion. I pick a night when my wife went to bed earlier than usual, and the preparation began. Anyone else who does what I do KNOWS the feeling of preparing for a sex hookup...you're horny, nervous, scared, excited, happy, thrilled, and you constantly have second thoughts and sometimes you might act on your second thoughts and back out (I don't once I commit). It's a very anxious experience, much more so than a guy meeting a chick...cuz this time you're a guy in women's clothes out in public meeting another guy...and that COULD end badly. But then you think about the pleasure, the joy, the gratification, the feeling of being a woman for a short time and pleasing a man while feeling him inside you, the immense pleasure you will get from that, and caution gets thrown to the wind. And you go for it. 

It's about 11 pm. I start with a touch-up shave of my face, close as I possibly can, legs, pits, chest and my ass, as good as I can get with not being able to see it. Then for whatever reason, perhaps a little 'rusty' or just overly excited, I start my makeup FIRST instead of dressing first. No big deal, I just don't like to mess up my makeup by pulling on a top or a dress. But it worked out in the end. I start with the foundation, a Q-tip loaded with a glob placed in numerous spots around my face...dip it in, place on face and so on. Then with my hands I blend it in, all over from my forehead to my neck. Gotta admit, I'm getting fairly good at this, and it definitely transforms me from an overweight middle-age man to a slightly overweight but hot semi-passable crossdresser. Seriously, you'd have to get close to tell I was a man. The foundation effectively covers what no razor can get, but it's obviously not a natural look, so I follow this with a flesh-colored powder, matching my skin tone. After blending that with the powder brush, I brush on some blush, followed by eye shadow and a bright red lipstick. Wow, I am really looking pretty good! Now...the clothes!

I chose an all-black outfit, as I usually do. Rarely do I wear any colors. Black works every time in any situation at any time of day or season. And I don't have many colored clothes anyways. I started with my belly cincher, basically a slip-on tight thing that sucks in my belly quite a bit, not unlike a corset but with no strings or zippers. I already have on a pair of lace purple panties (only colorful articles of clothing I routinely wear are my panties), and pull on a sheer pair of black pantyhose. I prefer pantyhose over stockings, I just love the total coverage, the feeling, and they can easily be converted to crotchless...if you know what I mean.

I had just bought a nice new top that very day, so I pulled that on, careful not to mess up my makeup. This I followed with a black body-contour skirt that hugs your curves and just looks damn hot! Real women look phenomenal in this type of skirt, and I held my own, looking pretty damn good myself! I then strapped my 4" strapped-wedges on, a gold ankle bracelet, and my clip-on earrings, then combed out my wig, and adjusted it on my head until it was right where it should be. It's an auburn color, and comes down just below the shoulders. 

This will be a 'christening' of sorts, the first time ever getting fucked FULLY dressed with wig and makeup, and the first time for this outfit, I like to wear something I've never been fucked in each time. I touched up my lipstick and lubed up my ass real good. Grabbed my purse containing my license (just in case), my phone, keys and my lipstick and the small bottle of lube, and out the door I went! I had disabled the outside motion-sensor light on the garage as I park outside during the summer, we fix up the garage and have a screen garage door. It's late and all my neighbors turn in early, so it's unlikely I'd be seen...but I do what I can to reduce that chance as much as possible.

I follow the directions to his place, a year-sound cabin in the woods, about 15 minutes from my house. After arriving, he greets me at the door and we go into his cabin. It's pretty nice, nothing really fancy but what would anyone expect from a cabin that didn't cost a million dollars? On his wall hangs a huge flat-screen TV, a porn scene playing from a DVD. We sit next to one another on the couch, watching the video for a few minutes until he is hard as a rock! He had told me he might have a problem getting hard, but I guess I must have had some effect on him. This would be his first ever bisexual encounter, claiming he'd never done this before.

He exclaims he is hard, somewhat surprised in himself, and asks me to sit on him. Well, I'm only too happy to oblige! I stand up, lift my skirt and lower my pantyhose just below my ass, then I straddle him with my back to him and lower myself onto one of the thickest cocks I have ever had the pleasure of having inside me! Thick as a beer bottle! It enters my hole with ease, as I was well lubed and I'm used to big cocks and dildos. He may not have been LONG, (but long enough), but THICK! That stretch! Oh fuck...that feeling of my hole spreading open as my insides stretch to accommodate this beautiful cock! That unbeatable feeling of sliding up and down...I'm getting fucked! I'm getting laid like a woman...we're both getting laid! Sex. The feeling of sex...dirty, forbidden sex...is like no other feeling! I'm balancing myself on his knees as I bounce up and down on his cock. It's amazing...simply amazing. I like hung guys, and while not 'hung' in the traditional definition, this is a dream-dick!

After a while we switch positions, I lean over the armrest of the couch, and he moves in from behind. Again he penetrates, the best part of the sex. It pops in and he once again is pumping me, pleasing himself, pleasing ME. He bangs the fuck out of me longer than anyone else ever has, though it's NEVER long enough! His hands on my hips, my ass in the air, one pantyhosed legs on the floor for balance, the other between the couch cushion and the back, my hands holding onto the armrest like I was on a roller coaster. That wonderful beer-bottle cock assaulting my love hole with a purpose...and that purpose came with a loud moan followed by heavy breathing. 

He came inside of me. I could feel his cum coming out, even though he was still in me. When he does pull out, I could hear a liquidy 'pop' as he does...and I feel his cum slowly running down my crack toward my own anatomy. The deed was done. He came, I didn't. I didn't need to. MY pleasure comes from the feeling of getting fucked, from giving a man what his woman won't, while wearing what a woman won't anymore. If not for crossdressers, the women's clothes and shoes manufacturers would be out of business. I usually jerk off right after I get fucked, but I don't do that this night, I'll wait til I get home. 

I pull my pantyhose up and my skirt down. We have a drink, and I get up to leave. We both want a regular thing, and I have finally found one. So close to home is the biggest factor that makes this even possible. The less time away from home, the less likely it will arouse any suspicion. I grab my purse and get in my car to drive home. Once home, I lie back on my bed and close my eyes, grab my own cock, and relive the night I just had. The next time will be soon. I won't bother writing about it unless something very different transpires, but I can tell you one thing...that next time can't come fast enough!