10 comments/ 125091 views/ 18 favorites My Little Cabin By: joan658 I feel so lucky. I have a cabin in the woods; a log cabin. It's very small, with a loft for a bedroom that overlooks the living room and only a ladder to get to it -- no stairs. The kitchen is hardly more than an alcove off the living room. And, there's a great stone fireplace that covers one whole wall of the living space -- it's so nice in winter to snuggle up next to the fire with a good glass of wine ... and a man too, if ya have one. The cabin has a porch and the porch has a rustic old wooden swing suspended on chains from the rafters which just I love to sit on most every evening so I can watch the world turn dark. I love to hear the crickets sing to me - there's a hoot owl, too, that nests in a tree nearby who joins in the chorus most nights, as well. And the swing creaks rhythmically adding to the evenin' melody as I gently swing back and forth and relish the sounds of the woods; my woods. My cabin is in a southern pine forest and one o' the best things is that it's a fairly short walk through the woods down to the beach. There's a wide stretch of saw grass beyond the woods and then there's the great big ol' sand dunes covered with sea oats before ya get to a beautiful wide flat beach and the surf. I'm on a barrier island on the east coast -- one that hasn't been discovered by too many mainlanders ... yet. The ground all around my cabin is sandy and it's surrounded by a thick canopy of tall pine trees interspersed with the occasional great ol' southern spreading oak which are draped with great masses of gray Spanish moss hanging from their branches; it looks like long flowing old men's beards t' me. There are some scrub oaks here and there, too, as well as, lots of palmetto in the underbrush. With all the trees surrounding my cabin it's like a perpetual twilight back here deep in the woods, even on the brightest of sunny days. There is a thick bed of long pine needles all 'round the cabin and a large cistern on the south side of the cabin to capture rain water from the roof -- fresh water was once scarce and precious on these islands, but today, with city water pipes runnin' all over, the cistern is pretty much obsolete. But I do love the rain water it captures for washin' my hair. It's pretty isolated here, too. I own over a hundred acres -- my grandpa bought the plot years ago when everyone back then thought this place was a forsaken pile of sand in the middle of nowhere -- I'll bet he got it cheap! And I know I could sell it for a whole lot today -- become a millionaire, I bet - but I could never do that. My uncle built the cabin about twenty years ago after grandpa died and left the land to Uncle Harold. I'm the only one in the family left now, so I inherited the whole spread a few years back. I just love the smell of the woods -- the pine sap and salt air all mixed up makin' everything so fresh and pure. I hate it when I have to leave and go back to city asphalt and concrete and garbage smells and smoke stacks -- yuck! Anymore, I don't go back to the mainland unless I have to, which isn't very often. But every time I drive over the bridge when I'm comin' back home and I cross the Sound and hit the island, the fresh clean sea air fills me and it's almost orgasmic. It's a rainy day, today. We get 'em every so often in summer, and pretty often in winter. Rain, that is -- all day. Sometimes for two or three days, even. In summer, it's usually the remnants from some tropical storm -- in the winter, its cold fronts moving through; and then, it's a cold chillin' rain we get. But in the summer it's usually a fine warm rain - like today. When I was a little girl, I remember my momma would let me go out and play in the rain when it was real warm like it is today, as long as there wasn't any lightenin' or thunder. I'd go out in just my panties or even naked -- of course, when you're just five or six years old it doesn't make any difference. I remember how I loved to dance around and I'd try an' catch rain drops on my tongue -- you know ... the big fat ones that go splat on the ground when it first starts rainin'. I have to confess - sometimes on days like today, you know, warm days, rainy days, I still go out and stand in it ... and turn my face up to the sky and just feel it ... the big ol' fat drops slapping my face and arms. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out and lap up the drops and taste the sweetness of them. My dress gets all soaked and clings to my body and I get all tingly when I see my reflection in the big picture window of my cabin -- I look naked and it's like I've got flowers painted all over my body. My nipples get all hard and pointy and stick out through the thin wet cloth. Sometimes it gets me so tingly that I press my fingers between my thighs and rub my little button until I can't stand it and the rain pours down all over me and I can taste it drippin' from the end of my nose while I rub myself. Usually I end up fallin' to my knees 'cause my legs won't hold me, and I kneel there in the wet sand and pine needles and I shout my joy at the clouds and the rain falling down all over me 'cause it feels so good ... and rubbing myself feels even better ... and then I cum in a shuddering wave of bliss that gives me goose bumps all over ... I shiver in the warm rain ... and I feel the hot warmth spreading from my groin ... and its just ... so ... damn ... good! Yeah, well, it's a good thing my little cabin is so isolated and no one ever comes back here 'cause I sure would be mortified if anyone ever saw me do that! Whew. Don't know why I got into all that. I don't do that too often ... you know, in the rain -- honest. Until a year ago I was virgin -- imagine, in this day and age a girl still bein' a virgin 'til she was twenty-seven. I've had experience with guys -- it's not like I'm a prude. I've dated and had guys feel my titties and I even let a couple special guys rub my pussy through my panties 'til I was all slippery and wet. And I confess ... I even took a guy in my mouth once and, well, you know ... until he squirted. I surely did enjoy the way he moaned and groaned right before he got off and I really loved the way his juice tasted too. We did that a few times, but it was just with him 'cause he was one of the real special ones. But, I was saving myself for 'mister right' - until last summer. The rain today reminds me of that day a year ago; it was rainin' that day too, all day, just like it is today. On that day last summer, I decided to wash my hair in the rain -- I wanted to let nature's shower wet me all over and then I was goin' to shampoo my hair. I was planning to use the cistern water to rinse it all off. I had some real expensive shampoo I'd bought at a department store on the mainland, but never used. The thought of being naked outside and washin' my hair in the rain made me all giddy with excitement. So I got my shampoo, and a bar of soap, and I filled a bucket from the cistern for rinsin'. I pulled my dress over my head while I was standing on the porch, and then I took my panties off, and set them both on the swing - I almost never wear a bra when I'm at home - so that made me completely naked. It felt so good standin' naked on the porch -- I love the feeling when you're naked and the wind blows over your body and you feel so cool on a hot muggy day. I stepped out into the pourin' rain and my nipples jumped up like they'd been hit with ice cubes. My boobies aren't real big, but I have what some might call puffy nipples and they are incredibly sensitive. The dark circles 'round my nipples swell up almost like a little breast on top of my breast; and with my hard little nipples on top, it's like a cherry on top of a two scoop sundae. The rain came down hard and warm and delicious and it cooled me off and my hair was soaked in no time flat. I went back to the porch and squeezed shampoo in my hand and lathered up my long auburn tresses and stepped back out into the falling rain as I worked my fingers through my hair; my hair comes down to about the middle of my back. I keep thinkin' I ought to get it cut short, but most guys I know really seem to like long hair; so I never do. But it makes it hard to shampoo since there's so much of it -- and it takes a lot of shampoo, too. So there I was, standing on the stone walkway in front of my little cabin in the woods - drenched to the bone, eyes closed and a pile of wet soapy hair on top of my head that I had worked into a real good lather when I heard something rustling in the woods behind me, off towards the beach. There's a narrow trail at the end of my stone walkway that runs down to the beach from my place -- it runs through the thick underbrush and down to the dunes before it gets to the beach. You can't see it from the beach and nobody has ever come back this way. So there I was, blinded with my eyes tight shut because of the shampoo and bubbles running down my face and I hear something coming through the woods heading towards my cabin. A little stab of fear sent a chill though me and raised goose bumps on my arms and legs. Well, I quick groped my way back toward the porch and the bucket of cistern water I'd left on the steps, and as I quick as I could I scooped up a double handful of that sweet rain water and splashed it on my face to rinse off the shampoo. I knew it would sting like crazy if I didn't get the soap off first. Then I stood up and opened my eyes and listened. The sounds I had heard from the woods were gone by then. There was just the steady drumming of the rain on the tin roof and the sounds of it splattering in puddles here and there and dripping off the trees all around. I breathed a sigh of relief - I decided it must o' been deer runnin' though the woods; we still have quite a few of 'em back here in these woods. I picked up the bar of soap and started to soap up my body all over before rinsin' the shampoo out o' my hair. As I ran the bar of soap through the thatch of red hair below my belly, I just could not resist the urge to let my slippery fingers run down a little lower and part the fleshy lips of my womanhood. I started rubbin' my little nub and got it all swollen and sensitive, and oh, it felt so so good. I was starting to moan softly and I felt my legs were just gettin' ready to go all weak when I heard that rustling sound in the woods behind me again -- it sounded closer too - and I froze like a rabbit caught in the garden that seems to think if it stands perfectly still, nobody will see it. I slowly turned around -- my fingers still inserted in the folds of flesh between my legs -- and I shrieked inwardly and gasped, but otherwise was completely silent. There, at the end of my walkway just comin' out o' the woods, was a young couple completely soaked through, holding hands and grinnin' great big grins at what they'd just discovered. The girl, a blonde -- she looked to be early twenties and really well endowed - if you know what I mean -- spoke first. "Oh!" She sounded more startled than me. "I am so sorry to intrude like this! We got lost -- ah ... caught in the rain -- we're just trying to find our way back to our car." He - maybe in his mid or late twenties and a real hunk -- just said, "Hi." But his eyes said more -- they spoke of lustful thoughts which were surely directed at me as I stood naked before him. They were both drenched and their clothes clung to their bodies -- and, they both had great bodies. She wore a white sleeveless blouse and definitely no bra 'cause you could see her nipples and big dark circles through the wet material just as clearly as if she was naked. He wore a tee shirt that stuck like glue to his chest and it was clear he had a very muscular physique. I was speechless. I just stood there and stared at them frantically tryin' to think of something to say that would offer up a convincing argument to counter what otherwise could only be the logical conclusion; that is, that they'd just stumbled onto a wonton slut masturbatin' in the middle of the woods in the rain. But try as I might, I could think of nothing to say ... nor did I move like any other normal woman would likely have done ... you know, to at least try and cover their breasts with one arm and their loins with the other and assume that classic "I've just be seen naked" pose. No, silly me, I just stood there in front of these two strangers with my fingers still clutching my little button. Finally, the girl said. "Are you OK?" I shook my head yes. Then thought to myself ... hell NO girl! ... I ain't OK! ... I'm about to die right here in front of the two of you ... of terminal embarrassment! "Aren't you cold?" She said. "I am." "No." I finally managed to find my tongue and answer rather timidly. "I love the warm rain ... I ... I was ah, just shampooing my hair." As I said that, the guy lowered his eyes to where the palm of my hand half covered my thatch of kinky red hair and where my fingers disappeared into my slit and his grin spread from ear to ear. "Not that hair, idiot!" I shouted. "I ... I'm sorry I didn't mean to call you ..." I felt my face turning hot and I was sure it was beet red, but still I did not move a muscle. Maybe I was thinkin' that they'd just magically turn around and go away and mysteriously forget everything they'd just seen -- like in a nineteen fifties sci-fi movie. "Listen honey, I know we've obviously come at a bad time, but could you help us out?" The girl asked. Just then I felt my eyes start burnin' and stingin' like they were on fire. Instinctively I put my hands over them and started rubbing them and trying to get whatever it was out. Of course, my hands were covered with soap and that didn't help any, and then I realized that it must have been the shampoo washin' on down my face 'cause we were still standing there in the pouring rain like a bunch o' fools. I started jumping around and cryin' out 'cause it hurt so much, and of course, my eyes were squeezed tight shut and I couldn't see a thing or where I was going. That's when I felt a gentle pair of hands on my shoulders. "What's wrong?" The girl said. "Oh my gosh, you've got soap in your eyes! George, see if you can find some water and a towel -- quick!" "There's a bucket on the steps." I managed to get out. "And towels in the bathroom ... just inside ... on the right." I was really cryin' then and I think the tears helped some 'cause it didn't hurt quite so much. I felt the girl's hands pulling my hands away from my face and then cool water bein' gently splashed in my face. "Keep them closed. I want George to pour some over your head ... let's get that shampoo out of your hair. OK?" "Yes, please!" I said, desperate for any help. "OK George." I felt a stream of water come down on me and her hands going though my long thick hair making sure all the soap was out. I just stood there helpless, my eyes squeezed tight and still smartin' like crazy. When the shampoo was all gone, I felt her hands runnin' over the rest o' me to rinse off the soap as George continued to pour a steady stream of water over me. Her hands slid over my breasts and brushed across my nipples several times -- my nipples which are so very responsive to being touched. I started to moan when her hands connected with my sensitive hard little knobs of flesh and I grabbed her wrists and held her hands over my breasts. "Are you all right?" She asked, sounding concerned. "It's just ... that ... well ... that feels so good ... what you were doin' just then." I was very embarrassed, but her touch felt so delicious that I really didn't care about anything else - I just wanted her to do it some more. "Get some more water would you please, George." She said. "Where?" He asked. "Over there -- there's a spigot on the cistern." I told him -- with my eyes still squeezed tight, though they were starting to feel a little better by then. The girl's hands were still on my breasts and while George was off gettin' the water she started to move her hands around in little circles. Then she pinched both nipples gently and I moaned in utter delight. Suddenly, I felt the warm wetness of her lips on one of my turgid buds as she sucked it gently into her mouth. Her hand moved down and pushed my fingers aside so her fingers could slide over my slippery little nub and she began to rub me in little circles. I squirmed and rocked my hips slowly in a very suggestive, and certainly unladylike, way. "Whoa ... what have we here?" George's voice was close. He'd clearly returned with the bucket. "Oh George ... she tastes so sweet and delicious." The girl said. "Let's have some more water and get her rinsed off then you can taste her too." She said this in the sexiest most sensuous voice I'd ever heard; it was low and soft and sweet. Some naughty thing inside my head that I had never ever let take control of me before came out of hiding from some deep dark place and took over as I thought of how much I wanted that good looking hunk George to taste me -- to taste all of me - everywhere! And the girl too; which was weird, 'cause I'd never ever done anything before with another girl. I felt the water on my head again and her hands running up and down my back, then down my legs to my ankles. Soon her fingers were runnin' up the insides of my legs and it felt so good that I just naturally spread my feet apart real wide so she could rinse away all the soap between my legs. Her fingers lingered high on my thighs then pressed into my groin and pushed back between my legs. The water stopped falling on my head and switched to my belly and then poured into her cupped hands between my thighs. But when the soap was all gone her hands stayed there and she kept rubbin' me. I felt hot lips on my nipple again and the rough scrapping of a not so recently shaved chin; I knew George was samplin' my firm tits and rock hard nipple while his girl friend continued to rub my pussy. I had entered heaven. "Oh ... my ... gawd ... that feels sooooo good ... please don't stop ... please." I begged. I finally managed to open my eyes a bit -- sort of squint eyed -- and I could see George hungrily sucking on my nipple while the girl was kneeling before me. Just as I opened my eyes she leaned her head in and parted my pussy lips with her fingers and I felt her tongue flicking wildly over my button. I screamed a cry of pure ecstasy. My hands pulled her head into my pussy as my hips began to twist and gyrate frantically. I was in paradise with her linkin' my pussy and him payin' such devoted attention to my little nips -- he sucked on one of 'em then the other while he cupped both o' my boobies in his strong hands and squeezed 'em real nice. I couldn't help myself, my tummy tensed and my whole body quivered and shuddered -- together they sent me over the edge. The trouble, as always, was my legs. They always give out on me when I reach that point. It's almost like I'm fainting when they go, 'cept I don't black out or anything ... I just can't stand up. So there we were, in the rain, me screaming bloody murder because I was overcome with pure lustful bliss and collapsin' on this wonderful girl whose name I didn't even know with George standing next to me suckin' my tits. Well, George saved the day. My nipple was suddenly plucked from his mouth with a "pop" - like when you stick your finger in your mouth, you know, in the side of your cheek and you flick it out all of a sudden. George, seein' me on my way down in a heap, grabbed me under my arms and lowered me gently to my knees while his girl friend shifted onto her back so I was left straddlin' her face which was still buried between my quivering legs. I was still moanin' with delight and George was left standing next to me so I reached up and unzipped his cut-off jeans, since he had this tremendous bulge in there. I wanted to return some of the pleasure he had given me. George helped me out by pullin' his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, so I was quickly rewarded with the most spectacular hard piece of meat I'd ever seen. My Little Cabin "Oh ... that's so gorgeous." I said. I leaned sideways and took George in my mouth and heard him groan. He placed his hands on the back of my wet head and he started to pump his hips and press his stiff cock deep into my mouth while my tongue swirled all around it to give him as much pleasure as I could. My own hips were still grindin' into the girl's mouth and I felt myself heading for another orgasm. I moaned but it was muffled because George's cock had my mouth completely filled with his delicious dick. My hips were twistin' around and up and down in a frenzy as I reached my second climax and the girl was hangin' on for dear life, and bless her heart, her tongue was just goin' as strong as ever as my whole body convulsed with another mind numbing orgasm. It was the best orgasm of my entire life! George's cock had slipped out of my mouth when I started goin' crazy with pleasure and I was floppin' around like a just caught fish. When I came down from my mile high trip to lala-land, I was still on my hands and knees but the girl had scooched up until she was lying directly underneath me which I never noticed her doin' 'cause I was kind o' delirious. She had a huge smile on her face. "Did you like that, honey? I really love doing another girl's pussy and yours tastes so sweet, girl." She pulled my head down to hers and she found my lips with hers and kissed me passionately -- it was just like any guy I'd ever kissed, only I felt more for this girl, who was really a complete stranger, than I had for any guy I'd ever kissed before. It was so exciting, too, 'cause I could taste my own pussy taste on her lips. As I kissed her I felt her hands unbuttoning her blouse and then she pushed my head down to her large luscious breasts and I had my first experience ever kissin' and suckin' on another woman's titties and nipples. Gawd, I just loved it! "Holly shit; you two are soooooo fucking hot." George exclaimed, as he stood watching us and stroking his very hard and impressive rod. After a bit, I felt her hands urge me lower and I knew what she wanted me to do. At first, a little shiver went through me, part from fear and part from excitement. The excitement won out and I moved down and unbuttoned her shorts and unzipped them. I pulled her shorts and her panties down all at once and she spread her legs, eager to have me bury my face between them. I was on my knees and lowered my lips to her mound and kissed and licked her just above her slit. I ran my tongue along the edges of her outer lips to tease her just a bit, but her hands pulled on the back of my head forcing my mouth firmly on her pussy and down to the spot she desperately wanted me to lick and suck, so I obliged. Gawd, she tasted so good and I loved feeling her squirm under my mouth and lips as I licked and sucked her just like she had done for me moments before. I marveled at the feel of her little nub in between my lips as I sucked it and when I flicked my tongue over it she squirmed and twisted with delight. I had an idea, and hoped she wouldn't mind, I pressed my fingers between the slippery wet groove of her pussy lips until I found her hole, then penetrated her with two long slender fingers and felt the slippery silky folds inside her. I was so excited doing that to her that had I goose bumps all over. I think she liked feeling my fingers inside her, too, 'cause she moaned very loud. My head was so overloaded with sensory input it was spinning in a delirium of delight from giving that girl her pleasure. "Oh honey, that feels wonderful ... don't stop honey ... don't stop." Then, I felt something behind me. I was still kneeling with my head between the girl's legs and my hips were raised high so George, no doubt, took this as an invitation and in no time he managed to slide his big thing into my very wet and slippery pussy -- there was a sharp pain which made me gasp, but it didn't last long, and suddenly, I wasn't a virgin anymore. It felt so damned good with George's big cock sliding back and forth inside me that the naughty imp inside my head convinced me not to fret and just enjoy the exquisite sensations; and I thought, why did I wait so long? I could of had all those glorious feeling's years ago. So there we all were, in the warm pouring rain, with George pumping away inside my virgin pussy and me, for the first time in my life, lickin' a girl's pussy like a woman possessed. The girl started screaming - even louder than I did when I came. I lifted my head from her pussy and moaned very loud myself along with her as I delighted in feelin' George's hard cock inside me as he slammed me hard over and over. "George!" I managed to say between groans and moans. "Please don't cum inside me ... I'm not on the pill ... but I'd love if you'd cum in my mouth ... when its time!" "Oh ... god ... I'm just about ready now ... " He said through clinched teeth. I spun around just in time for him to shove his cock in my mouth and his warm juice quickly filled it. I tasted the salty bitterness as he squirted again and again - I never knew a guy could cum for so long or could squirt that much sticky white stuff all at once! There was so much, it dribbled out o' the sides of my mouth and down my chin and covered my breasts -- and I thought I had swallowed most of it. Before George even finished squirting, I felt the girl's tongue lapping up the creamy white stuff from my breasts and also felt her sucking on my nipples, too. After George pulled his spent cock out of my mouth, she turned her head up and pulled my head toward hers and we kissed and shared George's sticky warm cum as our tongues swirled and danced around in each other's mouths. After a long time our lips parted and I noticed the girl was beginning to shiver. "You look like your freezing. Let's go inside and get those wet things off you." I said. George helped us both up. We both were weak of knee after the mind shattering orgasms we'd both had. George and the girl both finished taking off what little clothes they still had on while we were all on the porch and I spread them over the swing to dry. We all went inside buck naked and I got us the towels George never did manage to find. I learned that the girl's name was April and told 'em my name's Amber Lee, but everybody just calls me Lee -- April and I giggled when we realized we'd all been so intimate without even knowin' anybody's names ... except George's, of course. I lit a fire in the fireplace to help us warm up, even though it was summer. The day had cooled off a lot -- probably a cool front moving through that day. I made hot chocolate and we all sipped mugs of the sweet warm liquid as we snuggled together around the fire. Soon, we were warmed and naturally, hands and lips started exploring again. We spent the rest of the day and much of the evening exploring and touching and licking and sucking and fucking in every imaginable way and combination that three people could think of. I got the biggest thrill watchin' George fuck April on her hands and knees from behind while she had her face buried in my pussy. She licked my slit and she put her fingers inside me, like I had done with her, and she pushed them in and out really fast -- fuckin' me like a guy, but with her fingers. Her tongue went so fast on my button that I came over and over 'cause she wouldn't stop even when I tried to push her head away. "Oh gawd April ... I can't take any mo ... aaaaaaaaaaah ... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ... fuuuuuuuuuck!" Finally, she quite, but only 'cause she herself was cummin' as George kept on poundin' her. I also had an experience I thought I'd never want to try. George wanted to fuck me again which I really wanted, but I was scared of gettin' pregnant with no condoms to use. So April suggested George could fuck me in my butt. I protested, but April said she loved it that way -- sometimes even more than having her pussy fucked - she urged me to give it a try. So I did. And I did like it, though it hurt some at first. I didn't have any lube like you can buy at that sex shop out on the highway -- yes, I was there once with a girlfriend who wanted to get stuff to use with her boyfriend but she wouldn't go by herself. So, April asked if I had any mineral oil, which I did, and she put some on my butt hole and even put her fingers inside a bit; she said it was just to stretch me some. But, I think it was that she just liked puttin' her fingers in my bum. I felt the warmth of George's cock on my little pucker and then pressure as he pushed his big hard cock in. "Just relax as much as you can honey and let it squeeze in." April said to reassure me. And it did go in and George was very gentle and stopped after he got it part way in to let me recover a bit. Like I said, it did hurt at first. "Ok, George ... it feels better now ... maybe you can go in a little more but slow ... oh yes ... aaaaah ... oh that does feel good ... you were right April ... this is nice." As George was slowly and gently pumping in my butt, I told April where to run and find my ten inch dildo. When she returned from the loft, she put it inside me and used it to fuck my pussy while George fucked my ass. I discovered that I still like havin' my pussy fucked better than my butt hole. But I'd let a guy fuck my buttom again if he wanted too. And, I have developed a secret desire since that night last year-- to have two men fill me at the same time. That would be the best! During breaks from our passion, I learned they were on vacation from up north and they had to leave the next day and drive about ten hours to get home 'cause they both had to be back to work Monday. They were gonna get married the next spring and even invited me to the wedding. I asked them where they had parked their car and when they described the beach access parking area I knew it had to be the one a couple miles up the main road. I told them they had walked quite a distance while gettin' lost but I was glad they hadn't found their way back to their car 'cause they never would o' found me, otherwise. But, I was also disappointed that they had to leave so soon 'cause I had visions of lots o' happy hours, or days even, with the three of us learning and exploring each other, but alas, it was not to be. At least, they did spend the night though we didn't get all that much sleep. Oh, and after George had cum so many times in April that he was sure he wouldn't cum again I let him fuck my pussy again. I was on my back so April could straddle my face 'cause she wanted me to lick her while George fucked me and when she squirmed around on my face there was all o' his cum leakin' out of her which I got to lick up and taste. Oh my gawd, it tasted so good -- I already knew I loved the taste when I guy squirts in my mouth but this was so much better 'cause it had her pussy taste mixed in too. We finally all did get a few hours o' sleep up on my big ol' king size bed in the loft. But when I woke up hearin' the birds chirpin' outside I couldn't resist leaning over George's shrunken cock and suckin' him into my mouth. It was so special feelin' him growin' inside my mouth and hearin' him moan softly even though he was still asleep. When he opened his eyes I just smiled at him and threw my leg over his hips and put him in my wet pussy. "Now don't you dare cum in me, you hear?" I told him as I started pumpin' my pelvis on his big thingy. When he groaned real loud it woke April up. She saw us goin' at it and she smiled and came over and sucked on my nipples. It felt so good I almost didn't care if George filled me with his sticky stuff. "Shit, baby ... I can't take much more of this." George said as his hips thrust in rhythm with me. "Move over honey, I'll finish him." April told me and she gave me a gentle push. She guided my pussy over George's mouth so he could lick me to a climax as she took his cock inside herself and started bouncin' and groanin' until George let out a mighty groan. Just after he came his tongue got me off and I screamed with delight and collapsed. "Ok, you two came, now it's my turn." April said. She rolled me over and straddled my face again like she had the night before and I knew she wanted me to lick her 'til she came. I loved it 'cause I got to enjoy George's cum again as it dripped from April's sweet pussy. Once I had all the cum there was t' get I shifted to her little nub and soon had her shrieking in bliss. When she was done she shifted around to kiss me. "You face is all wet baby." She whispered as she put her lips on mine. There was probably some o' George's good taste left in my mouth 'cause when we were done, she said, "Oh fuck, that tasted so good." "Hmmmm .... Hey, let's all get a shower before you guys have t' go. OK?" We all climbed down from the loft and George headed toward the little bathroom with its tiny shower stall. "No, no ... outside." I corrected him. "I have a shower for when I come back from swimmin' -- it's so warm out this mornin' it'll be gorgeous." I collected enough towels for all of us and we trouped out onto the porch -- still naked -- none of us had put on any cloths since the afternoon before. I draped all the towels over the rail on the left side of the porch near the shower head attached to the outside of the cabin. My shower is not enclosed and there's no hot water 'cause down here you never really need hot water, 'cept in winter, and only kooks or northerners swim 'round here in winter. I led April and George down the steps and along the stone pathway around to the side where I had a little concrete slab poured when I put my outdoor shower in. "Here we go ... you're gonna love it." I told them as I turned on the water full force. The shower head has a strong needle spray that makes your skin all tingly and prickly. I stepped into the strong flow of cool water. "Oh that's so nice ... come on you two." April stepped into the water beside me. "Oh shit! It's fucking freezing!" She yelped. "No it's not." I said and put my arms around her and rubbed her to help make her warm. "You'll get used to it in just a second honey, honest." I assured her. "Come on George, don't be a pussy ... like me." April said with a giggle and she reached over and grabbed his arm and dragged him into the cool water with us. "Aaaah geeeez ... she's right ... we're all gonna die of hypothermia." George yelled. But soon, as I predicted, they both got used to the cool refreshing water. We soaped each other up taking great care and pleasure in doin' each other's 'nasty bits' and George got hard again, despite his protestations of it bein' too cold. Well, April and I looked at each other and kissed, then she said, "We can't let a perfectly good ragging hard-on like that go to waste, can we girl?" With the water still pourin' over the three of us, George took me first while I was standin' up figurin' April would finish him again. April guided his stiff cock into me from behind and then knelt in front and licked my clitty until I came real hard again. George kept me from collapsin' with his arms wrapped around me from behind as his hips kept pumping his sweet hard meat into my pussy. "Aaaah shit!" George shouted. "What's wrong?" April asked. "I'm cumming ... I couldn't ..." "Damn it! Pull out quick, George!" April shouted knowing I could get pregnant. "No!" I cried and I held onto George's hips so he couldn't pull out and I gloried in feelin' his cock spasm inside me and feelin' the insides o' my pussy gripin' and squeezin' his cock as he pumped his seed inside me. When he finished, his partially limp cocked slipped out of me. "Oh gawd, Lee, what if you get preg ..." April started to say. "Oh April, if I do ... I love you both so much I'd be thankful for havin' George's baby. It could be our baby ... all three of us if you wanted. I don't know ... we'll just have to see ... that's all ..." That was how we started the mornin' of the day they had to leave. And, no, I didn't get pregnant and I'm on the pill now. We did make plans for them to come an' visit the following year; that is, this summer. As a matter of fact they're due in here today -- and guess what ... it's rainin'! As I am finishing writing this memoir, I can hear a car off in the distance and it has to be them -- I gave them a key to my gate across the driveway up at the main road when I went up for their wedding in the spring and told them they're welcome to stop by any time they can get down here. I was sort o' hopin' they'd come down on their honeymoon but they went to the Virgin Islands instead ... and I understood, I mean, who wants t' share your honeymoon, anyway? Before they pull up though, I'm gonna to put down my laptop, get up off my porch swing, and pull my cotton dress over my head and take my panties off. I'm gonna walk out into the pouring rain and by the time they come around the house and see me I'll be all soaked and naked ... hmmmmm ... and maybe I'll be playin' with my little button again. I'll be standin' there waitin' for my lovers and maybe I'll even give them a little déjà vu moment. I really must smile as I think of what a good week we're gonna have together at my little cabin in the woods, especially when my new boy friend, Billy, comes over later tonight and there will be two gorgeous men for me to sandwich myself between. Yum!