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Cabin Boy

By: Goldeniangel



Author's Note: This is just a quickie story, I couldn't get the characters out of my head. It's a standalone, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it as the characters have been stuck in my head for the past month or so. I hope you enjoy too!

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The sound of his door sliding shut with a click was what woke him in the darkness. The ship rolled back and forth, like a child cradle, rocking its occupants to sleep. As the youngest on the ship, at age 18, Bran was used to late night visits from various members of the crew. Normally he wouldn't know who it was until they reached his bed, but since they'd just been in port yesterday where the men had been able to avail themselves of the whores located there, he knew that only one man would be coming for a visit so soon afterwards. 

Lorden, the first mate of the ship, was a handsome roguish looking man in his mid-thirties. He caroused with the men, whored with them, and kept a tight fist on discipline aboard the ship, but he was also the most frequent visitor to Bran's room. And the most highly anticipated.

Soft steps came closer to the bed and a warm hard body slid between the sheets, pushing Bran over so that he was trapped against the wall. 

"Bran," Landon's deep voice murmured, his callused hand sliding over Bran's naked stomach, down to his already rock hard cock. He'd been hard the moment he'd heard the door open and realized who it was. 

While Bran had heard of men who loved men, the way a man loved a woman, he knew that he wasn't one. He hated the attentions of the crew, his extra "duties." With everyone except Landon. He highly suspected that Landon preferred men to women, but only with Bran was he able to indulge himself, away from watching eyes. And Bran would never betray him. He craved Landon's visits, his own desires shaming him, which only aroused him more. 

The warmly callused hand grasped his sensitive cock, rubbing against him with harsh friction and he groaned deep in his throat. 

He sensed, rather than saw, Landon hovering over him in the darkness, and then masculine lips pressed against his, face harsh with bristles. Landon's tongue thrust into his mouth, demanding, importuning. And Bran whimpered and kissed him back, tasting the dark spices of beer and man, rolling it around his mouth and moving his hips in time with the gentle fisting of his dick. Something soft and hard and insistent rubbed against his hip and he knew that Landon was just as aroused as he was. 

Most of the crew, when they needed to satisfy their bases desires on long voyages, would skulk into Bran's room, turn him onto his stomach, lubricate their cocks with some of the oil kept by his bedside for exactly that purpose and shove them in, fucking his ass hard like he was a woman. They would touch him nowhere but his hips, where he had almost no body hair, pulling his cheeks back against their thrusting groins, splitting him open with their hard poles with very little care for whether or not it hurt him. Landon wasn't like that. He wanted to explore Bran's body, to touch and taste him, treating him like a lover rather than a woman. Every visit was different, except for the end. 

Breaking off the kiss, Landon began to slid his tongue over the sensitive skin of Bran's neck, teasing him. "Put your hands above your hands and hold onto the top of the bed."

His voice was authoritative, his First Mate's voice. Bran's cock jerked in his hand as he responded to it. So it was going to be one of those nights. Sometimes Landon was gentle, other times rough, sometimes he would allow Bran to take the lead, and sometimes, such as now, he would take complete control of the situation. The hand around Bran's cock squeezed, almost to the point of pain, as if to hurry him. Not that Landon had any doubt Bran would do as ordered. Lifting his arms above his head, Bran curved his hands over the edge of the mattress, fingers digging into the soft cushion as Landon's hand moved from his cock to his balls and his mouth began to slide down Bran's chest. 

Moaning, Bran flexed his groin muscle as Landon rolled his balls around, the callused fingertips feeling extra rough against his soft sack. A bristled cheek rubbed against his chest as Landon searched out his flat nipples, his lips and tongue teasing the tiny buds until he could tug at them with his teeth. Each sharp pull sent a jab of sensation straight through Bran to his cock, which flexed and bounced against his stomach, aching for attention as Landon played with him. 

"Please," he whimpered as two of Landon's fingers slid behind his balls to touch that super sensitive spot just beneath, brushing over it in a teasing manner that made his groin throb with the need for his cock to be touched. But he didn't move his hands - he'd learned. The first time Landon had done something like this and Bran had moved, Landon had tied him in place and then taken twice as long to explore Bran's entire body before turning him over and fucking him in the ass, without once ever having touched his cock. Bran had still cum at the end of it, needing nothing more than Landon's long shaft probing his inner recesses, after such prolonged teasing, but it hadn't been as physically satisfying as Landon usually made their experiences. But he'd been twice as hot the next time Landon had come to his room. 

Just thinking about it made him randy all over again. Hot breath warmed the flesh of his cock and he groaned as Landon's fingers increased their firm stroking of his taint, his palm squeezing Bran's balls gently. 

"Pleaaaaaaaaaaase," he begged as he felt Landon's lips and teeth scrape over his sensitive hip bones. His cock bounced again as Landon bit down on the jutting bone, just hard enough to mix a little bit of pain with the pleasure that Bran was already feeling. 

"Please what, Cabin Boy?" Landon asked, his voice sounding amused. Sometimes he called Bran by his name, but sometimes he just used his title, and Bran was never sure which made him more aroused. His cock felt like it was about to split open, as if it had expanded to twice its normal girth and length just from aching need. 

"Please touch me, Sir." 

Hands pressed down on Bran's hips, holding him in place. His balls felt cold where Landon's touch had been removed, but he couldn't regret the loss because now Landon's mouth was creating hot suction around the mushroom head of Bran's cock, a wet tongue flicking against the tip. Moaning, Bran tried to thrust his hips up, but Landon was stronger than him, using his leverage to keep Bran's lower body firmly in place. He was completely at Landon's mercy, the other man torturing him with an exquisitely slow descent of his mouth, taking in Bran's rock hard shaft with a long, drawn-out glide. With every centimeter, his tongue lashed against the sensitive underside of Bran's cock, taking him so slowly that Bran thought he might go insane. Beneath Landon's hands, Bran's body tried to twist and buck, trying to force more of his dick upwards and into Landon's welcoming mouth. 

Instead he was held in place, overpowered, and Landon sucked him down as slowly as he wanted to, taking him in all the way to the root. It was a feat that Bran had yet to duplicate on Landon's massive cock, but he freely admitted that the First Mate was more well-endowed than he anyway, he had a bigger cock than any other man on the ship in fact. Not that he was thinking of that at the moment, he was too busy enjoying having his cock sucked down the other man's throat, feeling tight muscles gripping the sensitive head and the wet wriggling tongue that was dancing along the base of his shaft. Then the mouth began to with draw, also with pain staking slowness, and Bran groaned and arched as much as he could against Landon's hands, his own hands clenching against the mattress. 

Landon tormented him with several more long, slow glides as he whimpered and pleaded, his balls feeling hot and tight he was so ready to cum with just a little more encouragement. Then Landon began to bob his head up and down with intent, making soft sucking noises as he went to work on Bran's cock, his hands still holding the younger man in place so that he was in complete control of the pleasure that was driving Bran so wild. The sudden change in tempo had Bran crying out as Landon's mouth worked him over, saliva coating every inch of his cock, that talented tongue sliding into his pee slit every time Landon withdrew so that just Bran's tip was still between his lips. 

Gasping at the intensity of the sensations roiling through him, Bran's body went rigid under Landon's palms as he began to cum. Immediately Landon took him fully into his mouth again and Bran writhed with ecstasy as his spunk shot into the back of Landon's throat, his cock pulsing against that coaxing tongue, mindless pleasure surging in waves with every sucking swallow that Landon made until Bran was drained and limp beneath him. 

Then Landon pressed his mouth to Bran's again, tasting salty and slightly more bitter than before, and Bran knew that he was tasting himself in Landon's mouth. They kissed deeply, Bran accepting that Landon wanted him to taste his own seed, shivering a little as Landon ran his hands up and down Bran's prone body while their tongues twined. 

When Landon pulled away to speak again, his voice was deep and tight with lust. "Get on your hands and knees, Cabin Boy."

As he obeyed, his muscles feeling limp and watery, he could hear Landon opening the jar of oils, located so conveniently nearby. A slick finger probed at his anus and he flinched and then relaxed as it prodded forward, opening him in a way that felt both strange and good. Although he'd become more used to the quick entry made by the other men on the ship, he appreciated Landon's slower touch most nights. Sometimes it made him feel more ashamed that he enjoyed the stretching sensation and the slight burning friction, but the more shame he felt the harder his cock would get all over again. 

Tonight Landon's slow torture had left him limp and submissive, and the feel of Landon's finger felt entirely natural. Good. A second finger pressed into him, stretching him further and he groaned as Landon began to dip his fingers back and forth into Bran's tight ass, much tighter now that they had spent a few days in port and none of the crew had bothered with him for that time period. The stretch felt good, the slick rubbing back and forth against his sensitive inner walls had his dick stirring again. He could feel Landon spreading his fingers inside of him and he groaned at the slight discomfort. 

Dropping his head to the mattress, he kept his ass high in the air, sure that Landon would note the change in position despite the darkness of the cabin, and appreciate it. He felt even more vulnerable as Landon's big fingers began to fuck him harder, twisting back and forth which created a whole new myriad of sensations around the sensitive entrance to his tight hole. Then Landon's fingers pulled out completely, leaving Bran trembling and empty. 

Landon's cock, rock hard, pressed against the crinkled entrance, pushing Bran open. He cried out. The other man felt must more massive than usual, the pressure on Bran's anus was intense as it was forced to stretch open to accommodate Landon's plump mushroom. Quivering, Bran buried his head into the mattress, feeling blood rushing to his cock as his asshole was forced wide until finally it popped shut, snugly encasing the bulbous tip of Landon's cock in his tightness. 

"That's it," Landon murmured, rubbing his hands over Bran's asscheeks and lower back, caressing the younger man comfortingly. "Take my cock in your tight ass." Bran groaned again and shivered, he loved it when Landon talked dirty although he'd never admit it. The other man's light touches across his sensitive skin had him jumping, his ass flexing convulsively, almost painfully. "I didn't put any extra oils on my cock tonight, there's only what I used on my fingers. I want you to feel every inch of my cock going deep in your ass."

The cock in his ass nudged deeper as Landon spoke, making it harder for Bran to concentrate on the other man's words. Less oils... that was it. Most of the men overused on the oil, wanting Bran slick and wet, so that his asshole was easy to use. Apparently tonight Landon didn't want that, he wanted both of them to feel exactly what was happening, so that there was no denying that Bran was a young man taking a massively large cock up his tight, squeezing asshole. When Landon began to pump his hips back and forth, forcing the length of his cock a little deeper with each thrust, Bran swore that he could feel every ridge, every vein, as it passed through the tight ring at the entrance to his ass. 

Without the excess lube his asshole felt tighter, hotter than ever, the friction burning in the most wonderful way and his own dick was already slapping up against the underside of his belly with every movement of his hips. As he had with his mouth, Landon took his time, slowly working the entire length of his rod up Bran's protesting backside, allowing them both the luxury of feeling his ass slowly accommodating the large intruder. Finally his groin was pressed up against the curve of Bran's cheeks, his cock as deep into Bran's body as it could go, and both of them were groaning with the wonderful sensations. 

And then Landon began to fuck him. Hard. Mercilessly. Bran cried out in protest as his spasming asshole shuddered around the quick moving length; it felt like he was being stretched anew over and over again, the hard cock pounding fast and deep. He wriggled, trying to move away from the mercilessly fucking, but Landon's hands held his hips firmly in place, pulling him back with every stroke. The slap of their bodies rang throughout the room, pierced by Bran's grunts and whimpers and Landon's grunts of pleasure as he sodomized the Cabin Boy. 

Landon had never been so rough with him before, but Bran found himself loving it, in a way that he never had when the other men had used him hard. There was something about Landon's movements that indicated a deep need, a frantic erotic longing, to dominate and possess Bran. Mewling, he pushed back against Landon, accepting the discomfort as his ass was pillaged, finding that it mixed with his rising pleasure and made the sensations all the more intense. When Landon reached around his hips and took his cock into his callused hand once again, Bran thought he might melt with the pleasure. Landon's fingers were still slightly slick with the oils and he began to pump Bran in time with his own thrusts, forcing the younger man back onto his cock, and their grunts and moans melded together, becoming frenzied as they rutted hard and fast. 

Inside Bran was a sweet spot, that Landon's long cock was rubbing against, the head occasionally pushing against it directly, as he thrust in and out of Bran's accommodating hole. Bran arched his back, thrusting his buttocks upwards, and Landon hit that spot again, his cock gliding past it as Bran began to shake and shout, bucking with ecstasy beneath Landon as he came for the second time that night, spurting seed onto his bed sheets - which was no matter because they had seen plenty of it before. Dimly he was aware of Landon's own bellowing and the pulsing thrusts into his ass, warmth spreading through his bowels as hot cream was jetted into his tight tunnel. He felt his ass convulsing around Landon's throbbing cock, as if it was sucking the flood as deep into his body as he could get it, extending his own ecstasy despite the fact that he had already emptied himself. 

Collapsing as much as he could, Bran's ass was kept high in the air by Landon's hands as the other man moaned and circled his hips a little, obviously enjoying the tight, clasping warmth of Bran's tunnel around his slowly shrinking cock. Carefully, he helped Bran to settle onto his side, Landon's cock still inside of him, his arms wrapped around the younger man. 

"What-?" Bran asked sleepily. 

"Go to sleep," Landon whispered into his ear, giving him a kiss on the back of his neck. "Sleep while you can. When you wake up, I'm going to be hard inside of you and fucking you all over again." His hand ran up and down Bran's stomach as the younger man shuddered and moaned, that sounded so sinfully wonderful, his face heated with shame at how much he craved waking up with Landon's cock already hard and thrusting in him. "You like that don't you Bran?"

"Yes," he admitted, although he felt his head bowing away from Landon with the shame of it.

"I like it too," the other man said, bringing his hand up to Bran's face, turning it towards him and giving him a hard kiss on the mouth. "This is my last voyage with this ship. I'm retiring after this. I'd like you to think about coming with me."

"Come with you?" Bran echoed sleepily. "To do what?"

"Be my permanent Cabin Boy," said Landon, his teeth nibbling Bran's ear. "Don't answer now, just think about it."

Despite knowing that he wasn't supposed to like what Landon did with him, knowing that any minister or priest would condemn them soundly if they were to discover what happened late at night in Bran's room on the ship, Bran already knew what his answer was going to be. But he closed his eyes to fall asleep anyway, snuggling back against Landon and feeling the half-hard cock inside of him flex a little. That was going to be a wonderful wake-up call. And there was plenty of time later to tell Landon yes. 

Cabin Boy At Home



This is my first story. The story is factious. The names have been changed to protect anyone that might think I am talking about them.

We fell on each other and started to laugh this was the first time I have ever touched another man before much less fuck him. Then I did the unthinkable I shoved my tongue in his mouth and we started to kiss and taste his cum then we.... Will that will be another story...

Part two.

We got home my wife Tabatha was waiting for me. I went in and got a shower to find her climbing in with me. I did not ask why she was so horny but she was, she started to give me a hand job she played for a while and commented that I normally cum by now.

It's like I have been Cumming all day. Little does she know...? 

We ended up by fucking the rest of the day away. She was on FIRE. She even took my load down her throat. She wanted to kiss and I finally gave into her and tasted my cum which was not as bad as I thought it would be.

After a nap and fucking her again I tried to find out why she was this horny. She never told me but who cares as long as I am getting my nuts off, life is good.

Tim and I were talking the next day and he told me that Tina was horny as hell when he got home and they fucked all night long.

We knew something was up and decide to go "fishing" again next weekend.

We devised a plan to install miniature video cameras that Tim got off line in his bedroom.

Saturday came around and we took off. After fishing for a few hours it was time for lunch.

Tim wanted a nice hard dick for lunch and started to suck me dry. It was then that he started to put a finger up my ass and started to make me squirm.

After I shot my load down his throat that begged to ass fuck me. I got on my back as he started to rim me. His tongue felt so good that I was starting to get hard again.

Tim mounted me and was a mad man fucking my tight virgin ass. He lasted only a few minutes but it was long enough to make me cum again. I shot my load all over my hairy chest and nipples.

I made Tim pull out and started to lick the cum off of me. I told him when he was done cleaning my chest to clean my ass that he made a mess of. Which he happily agreed to and did it with great care.

I wished I would have started earlier in life enjoying man to man sex.

The thrill of having your ass, balls and dick played with like no women could or would want to is a relaxing feeling.

We decided to head home and see what the video camera caught.

My wife was over at Tina's house when we came in and surprised them.

They looked like dear caught in head lights. They were mad we came home to early. We cleaned up and went home to another round of fucking and sucking like the week before.

Tim called me over when Tina went to get there kids to see what was on the miniature video camera.

It was pretty much a blank video just staring at their bed when Tina and Tabatha walked in.

Tina took off her robe and Tabatha started to rub Tina's back and shoulders. Tina then rolled over and Tabatha took off her robe and had the same strap-on that Tina fucks Tim with.

She started to fuck Tina and the thrill of them two fucking was causing our dicks to get hard. That is when Tim reached over and started to play with me.

I was about to take my cock out when we heard the garage door open and Tina and the kids came home.

We sent the kids over to my house to play and the three of us started to make a small talk when Tim asked if anyone wanted to play poker.

Tina was game for it and we stated house rules. Tabatha called and said she was going to take the kids to a move and would be back in about three hours.

I knew we better to get started so I could win. As luck would have it we used my cards. The marked cards that I keep with me. (Tabatha always looses at cards)

After a few rounds Tina had lost all her money and wanted to win it back. Tim and I upped the bet; losers would have to do anything the winner wanted.

She agreed and Tim and Tina both lost.

Tina was starting to get horny by the way her nipples are poking out of her braless shirt. I could see Tim's pants start to tent up.

We made Tina do a strip tease for us. Which had my dick leaking precum and causing a Stain on my shorts.

Tina saw this and came over and started to suck the cum through my shorts. That's when I stood up and told Tim to undress me and for the both of them to suck me dry.

Tina was shocked when Tim obeyed me and came over and started to suck my throbbing cock.

Tim was dripping and asked if we could go into the bedroom and continue in there. Tina lay on the bed and we got into 69. That's when I felt Tim starting to lick me ass.

I told him no! He was going to get fucked in the ass in front of his wife. She took the strap-on and put it on and started to get Tim to suck her as I fucked his ass. I grabbed the KY Tina kept in her night stand.

I started to push my cock in his ass and he was playing the part moaning and asking me to stop.

Tim was so humiliated that he was being used. Tina and I switched positions and he cleaned me up.

Tina and Tim got into a 69 and I started to fuck.... That is another story. 



Cabin by the Lake



Colin's erect rod bent forward, the line from it became tight. He fought to pull the rod back. I watched as he battled with the reel to pull the fish in. It wasn't a hard battle. There was a commotion in the water, the fish tried to fight back but Colin eventually reeled the Largemouth Bass to the shore. He lifted the fish out of the water and like a champion fishermen he held the fish above his head. It was the fourth fish he caught that afternoon, the third that was large enough to keep. He smiled proudly.

"It's only safe to eat one fish a month." I said sarcastically without looking up from my book. " Throw that one back."

"What?" My boyfriend's smile disappeared as he lowered the fish.

"There's too much mercury to eat more than one a month."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm just worried about your health." I said as I put down my book. "I learned about it back in my college environmental science class. Because of the air pollution from factories and coal burning power plants it's only safe to have one fish a month from any waters anywhere in this state."

"What happens if you eat more than one?"

"I fell asleep during that part of the lecture but I think you die almost instantly of mercury poisoning."

"Shit," He dropped the fish back into the water with a splash.

"I was joking." I started to laugh. "I have no clue what happens if you eat more than one."

"Very funny." He put on a fake smile then turned away from me.

"Come here." I started to feel guilty, I had never been very good at being mean.

"Why? Are there any other rules you want to tell me to ruin my day."

"Yeah, you're probably suppose to have a fishing license." I said sarcastically. "If you get caught without one, I think you get a five hundred dollar fine."

He put the fishing pole down and started to look around as he walked away from it. "Don't let them catch me." He answered sarcastically.

"I won't."

"Promise?" He continued to pretend to look for the police as he walked over to where I was laying down. He fell to his knees in front of me then sat down next to me.

"I promise." 

"What's been wrong this weekend?" Suddenly he was serious. I knew he wanted to have the talk. I had been trying to avoid the conversation for three days.

"Nothing."

"Then what was last night about?"

"It was just too hot." I wanted to tell him what was really wrong but there was only one person who would really understand.

"What about the past few days?"

"This place just brings back some memories."

"It's horrible that they're going to build one of those chain resorts on this lake. It's going to ruin it."

"I really hope my parents don't sell to the developer but in a few years this lake might not even be recognizable."

"Your parents should take the money."

"Maybe, I just don't want the developers to win. There's so many other places why did they have to come here?"

"Because it's so beautiful." I sat up and we both looked towards the center of the lake. The water was a light blue, almost matching the color of the sky. The lake was in a small green valley. Besides a boat on the other end of the water, there was no other signs of humans.

"Yeah, but it's my lake. I just can't imagine having this retreat anymore."

"You said, you haven't been here in three years. What will you miss?"

"Just because I haven't been here in three years doesn't mean, I don't love it here."

"I'm not saying you don't. I'm saying you'll find other places."

"Not like this place. I grew up here and now it feels like my childhood is being taken away. This is where I had my first kiss. My first real heart break. My family spent every summer here until my parents separated. When they were fighting me and my brother would escape to here until they were done fighting."

"I know this place will never be replaceable but someday you'll find your own place like this."

But he didn't know. He would never know. He wouldn't understand the truth. The first time my parents really argued, my brother Paul and I drove here. We didn't have anywhere else to stay. It was too painful to stay at home and listen to our parents screaming. But there was another reason we went here that night. We both knew it but didn't say anything.

We broke into our parent's liquor cabinet and attempted to finish a bottle of vodka. It was the first time I ever drunk anything more than a few beers and the only thing I was able to finish off, was myself. I fell onto my parent's bed with the room spinning. Paul helped me into the bed. He leaned his face close enough that I could smell liquor on his breath, I closed my eyes and hoped he would kiss me but instead he tucked me into the bed. 

I woke up the next morning with a headache but I smiled when I rolled over to find Paul sleeping in his clothes on the other side of the bed. My jeans and t-shirt were still on. I half wished I had woken up naked but was glad we hadn't done anything when I was too drunk.

I quietly slipped out of bed, but after I poured a large glass of water and found the aspirin I climbed back under the covers. I planned on falling back to sleep but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't resist the attraction to Paul. I felt like it was my one and only chance. I slid to his side of the bed, watching him sleep for a few minutes. He looked so peaceful, the only movement was air flowing in and out of his lips. I moved closer until I could feel his warm breath on me. Without thinking of the consequences I kissed his lips.

His lips responded to mine, lightly pushing back. Then he stopped his eyes opened and he jumped away from me. It didn't stop me, I crawled on top of him. I kissed him again. He kissed me back this time. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer to his warm body.

I realized what we were doing but we had gone too far to stop now. His kiss warmed my body. Everything felt so right and so good but at the same time everything felt wrong. I knew I shouldn't but I couldn't stop myself.

I wanted more than just kisses. I felt myself become excited. I felt his erection grow solid against my waist. I grinded against, wanting more than what we could do with clothes on.

I took my t-shirt off and expected him to attack my breasts like my previous lovers had done. Instead he kept his arms on my waist and with his eyes admired my breasts. I unhooked my bra and let it fall on to his stomach. I took his hands in mine and brought them to my chest. Lightly, he cupped them and gently squeezed. He sat up to kiss my breasts. His lips on my nipples felt amazing. He alternated between breasts, kissing, licking, sucking and a little nibbling. 

He released his mouth from my chest, only when I started to unzip my jeans. As I took off my jeans, then panties he quickly removed his clothes.

Naked, I sat on top of him again. His hard cock pressing against my naked skin, inches away from my cunt. I looked down at him, admiring his body. He worked out regularly but wasn't bound by muscles. He was thin, with small but well defined muscles. He didn't have a six pack but his stomach was flat and hairless. He trimmed his pubic hair, that surprised me. 

He held on to my waist as I raised my body over his cock. I had been anticipating this for months. As our parents had grown apart, we had grown closer. Spending more and more time together. I didn't realize my feelings for him until one evening when our parents were fighting, we locked ourselves into my room trying ignore everything. We almost kissed that night but didn't. I had tried to forget about that night but I couldn't.

His hands guided his cock between my legs. I felt the tip on my pussy's lips and I almost lost control right there. I lowered myself slowly on to him. His head entered me. Slowly the rest, until he was entirely inside of me. He filled me completely. 

For a moment, we were motionless. His cock deep inside of me. I gripped his shoulders and started to rise my body slowly. Slowly, I fell back on to him. I closed my eyes and moaned.

I wanted to savor every moment. I took my time riding his cock. Sex had never felt like this before. 

After several minutes and without thinking, my pace naturally started to increase. I was no longer riding him slowly. I was now starting to fuck him quicker and quicker. The only sound was our breathing and the noises of two bodies together as one. The sound became louder and louder.

"I'm going to cum," he warned.

I almost stopped but continued at a slow pace, cautiously moving up and down him. I didn't want him to cum yet.

With him deep inside of me, I came to a complete stop and leaned down to kiss him. My tits pressed against chest.

I sat back up on my knees and smiled. I was ready. Each thrust my pace increased until the bed started to shake.

Inside of me, his cock made something stir, I started to feel my orgasm coming on. I was pleasantly shocked. I've had several orgasms before from oral sex but never from just sex. I started to moan loudly. I squeezed tightly on his arms. I started to sweat. I couldn't control my breathing. I went up and down his cock as quick as my body could.

"I want you to cum," I looked down at him.

He looked deep into my eyes, I stared into his blue ones. I saw something I had never seen before from him. A few more thrusts, I crossed the edge. My orgasm shock me from the inside.

I felt his cock throbbing inside of me. Matching my own orgasm, his cock exploded cum deep inside me.

With his cock still inside, I collapsed onto him. My head, rested next to his. My mouth next to his ear. I nibbled on it, I couldn't move any other part of my body.

Paul had succeeded in making me hot again and I hadn't even talked to him in three years. I lightly brushed the crotch of my bikini and felt the dampness. Colin didn't notice, he was still looking across the lake.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around Colin. I pressed my tits against him. I nibbled on his ear. "I'm sorry for the way I've acted recently."

A few moments he said, "I understand."

"I'm glad." I kissed his neck. The day dream had left me wanting more.

He turned around and we kissed. I imagined his lips, were Paul's.

Colin's body pushed me on to my back. His hands aggressively cupped my breasts and massaged them.

"Let's go inside?" I whispered.

"What's wrong with here?"

I looked around. There were no boats near us on the lake, at least none close enough to see us. Besides the lake, the cabin was surrounded by acres and acres of forest.

His kisses became stronger, his tongue started to explore my mouth. His hands pushed the nylon fabric of my bikini away from my breasts. His mouth attacked my breasts. He sucked and bit them. I tried to imagine it was Paul's mouth but their techniques were too different.

One hand held my breast in his mouth, the other slid down my stomach, then across my bikini. It came to a rest between my legs. He slipped his fingers underneath the elastic band of my bikini and rubbed my already excited lips. His touch drove me wild. 

I started to fiercely kiss him back. He understood it to be a green light for his fingers to penetrate me. I didn't stop him. I didn't want to stop him. His fingers played me, finding my pleasure spots as finger fucked me. It felt excellent but I needed more. I didn't have to say anything, he read my body. His mouth followed his fingers across my stomach. He took time giving soft kisses across my stomach. His head continued down until I could fell him breathing on my pussy. He removed his fingers from me and replaced them with his tongue. A lot of men say they love going down on a woman, but Colin was the first I believed. Each time he ate me out, he brought me more pleasure.

Paul never went down on me, I don't know why and I never asked. I didn't need to ask. His cock alone brought me more pleasure than any tongue. He was the only guy that could bring me to an orgasm from just fucking.

Colin's tongue flicked between my lips, making me moan. He teased my clit, brushing against it, driving me crazy until he finally focused his tongue on it. My body started to warm, I started to sweat and within a few minutes I began to overheat. It wasn't from the sun. I was about to explode. I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer to my clit. I moaned loudly, "I'm about ..."

"Wait." He sat up, his mouth glistened with my juices.

"I want you."

He took off his shirt revealing his very sexy body. His body was very similar to Paul's, almost too similar. It wasn't a coincidence. I unzipped his khaki shorts and he wiggled out of the shorts, then his boxers. His hard cock pointed at me. He moved in between my legs, pushing them further apart as he came closer to me. His cock was on the long side, size never mattered to me before him. Paul's was more on the average size but it had always been all that I needed.

There was nothing gentle or slow about it. He wasn't that kind of lover. He forced his cock into my lips. He thrust deep into me.

"You're wet."

"I know." I smiled as I thought about Paul.

"I mean, you're really wet."

"Shut up."

"No, it's a good thing."

"Just fuck me."

I held on to his back and it started. He used all his body to fuck me. He used all his strength to go deep inside of me every time. 

He pushed deep inside of me and we both looked at each other and smiled. He pulled back, almost out of me then thrust deeper into me. It felt good, amazingly good but it wasn't going to bring me to an orgasm. He wasn't Paul.

I stared up at the blue sky. It was one of those days when there wasn't a cloud in the sky. I imagined it was Paul on top of me, deep inside of me, fucking me like he used to. Just thinking about it made me moan out loud again. I would do anything to have that cock inside of me again.

Paul could fuck for hours. Colin was good for fifteen minutes, maybe thirty minutes a few times. Paul kept me in bed all day then all night long. We'd cum more times than we could count. We'd stop only when we had to, when neither of us could move anymore.

Colin fucked me as hard as I could. He fucked me as fast as he could but it was like he wasn't even there. All I could think about was Paul. I wanted Paul just one more time. I wanted his cock to fill me. I wanted his cock to pleasure me. Just thinking about it turned me on even more.

I stopped just lying on my back, Imaging Paul on top of me, I started to fuck Colin back. I pushed back against his thrusts. I imagined it was Paul. It brought Colin to life. We started to move together. 

We had never fucked like that before. He grunted and moaned. I had never heard him like that before.

I tried to speak but I couldn't. My body was out of my control.

My body shook with each of his thrusts. I couldn't control myself. It was Colin physically fucking me but it was Paul mentally bring me to my orgasm. My pussy tightened on him. I started to orgasm. 

"I'm almost there." Colin said breaking me out of my dream. I pulled him tight with my legs. Several quick thrusts later he came, he exploded deep inside of me. His orgasm wasn't life shattering but I think we were both satisfied for the moment. He rolled off of me, and fell on to his back, staring up at the sky.

After that weekend, I never went back to the cabin by the lake again. It was time to let go of my childhood. I was twenty-five it was time to start being an adult. It was time to forget about Paul.

A few months later, my parent's gave in to the developers. They sold the cabin and split the money. I didn't want to imagine what it would be like as a resort. I hope to find my own place some day if the developers haven't destroyed all the wilderness. I hope to find someone to share it with. I dumped Colin a few weeks after a weekend at the cabin. He's a great guy, but he wasn't my guy. 



Cabin by the Lake



"Lonnie?" my wife, Linda asked, "What do you think about going to our cabin at the lake for our vacation this year?" 

"Sounds like a good plan to me," I replied to her. "Have you mentioned anything about it to the twins yet?"

"No, I was waiting to see what you thought first and besides, you know they love it there."

"Yeah, they sure do. You can hardly get them out of the water to come in and eat," I laughed.

Linda walked over to me and gave me a hug. After twenty-five years of marriage, I still couldn't believe my luck in having this woman at my side. I hugged her back and kissed the top of her head.

"We'll have fun too, just sitting around all day without a care in the world, doing what we want." I told her.

"Don't forget the nights," she giggled and playfully swatted my butt.

"Oh yes, those wonderful nights. How in the world could I forget those? We've had some great times up there, Linda, and I'm really looking forward to more."

"Hi Mom, hi Dad," our daughter, Susan, said coming into the kitchen, "What's for breakfast this morning?"

Susan and her twin brother John had just turned eighteen last weekend. Susan was already showing signs that she would be an attractive woman, like her mother. Her hair was light brown and worn long, which she kept in a ponytail most of the time. Her eyes were the same color of blue as Linda's and, at times; no, make that most of the time, had me wrapped around her little finger.

"I think today we ought to have something special," her mother told her. "You're Dad and I have an announcement to make to you and your brother, if he ever decides to join us this morning."

"Someone mention me?" John came in and sat in his chair at the table. "What's the special announcement about?"

John was still growing and at six foot three and two hundred thirty pounds, would be more than a match for anyone. His hair was worn long and like his sister, had blond haired and blue eyes.

Linda, turning to the stove to begin fixing breakfast said, "We've decided that this year, were going to the cabin at the lake for two weeks."

"All right!" The twins said together.

"I sure hope the swimming platform has been fixed." John said. "Last time we were there, I almost had my swimming suit ripped off when I rolled off the end. Darn thing had a nail sticking up and it snagged my suit."

"Wish I could've seen that," Susan laughed, and winked at her brother.

John laughed along with his sister and then asked his mother, "So, what's for breakfast, Mom?"

"Your very favorite, kids, blueberry pan cakes and hot sausage." *** The next few days were busy as usual. I was attempting to finish things up at work and Linda was doing her best to organize all the items we would need for the trip. The twins were just hanging around, helping out when needed but otherwise, were left to their own devices.

Two days before we were to leave, I received a call from the home office and was told that one of our new clients would be arriving in town the next day and wanted to see the properties our firm was representing. I mentioned that I had already put in for my vacation, but it fell on deaf ears. I was told that after I had shown the properties, I could leave for my vacation then.

I called Linda and informed her of the latest news. She took it in stride as usual, but said she thought that the twins would be heartbroken if they couldn't go.

"I have a thought." I said. "Why not let them go on up there and get everything ready for us? It probably will be just a two or three day delay and then we'll join them."

"Sounds like a good idea, honey; I'll run it past them and see what they think." She said. **** "I can't believe that Mom and Dad are letting us go up there by ourselves, can you?" John asked his sister.

"Well, no, but I think that this proves what I've been telling you for the last year." She said.

"What's that, sis?" 

"You know very well what I'm talking about, John, I've told you that they don't have a clue that we're, well, closer than brothers and sisters usually are."

"Yeah, but we haven't been "close", not for a long time." 

"Do you still think about it, John?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" He said as her put his hand on his sister's leg and rubbed the inside of her thigh thru her jeans. "I think that it was about the best experience I've ever had."

"Yeah, me too," she said, "I didn't think I'd ever stop cumming when you were licking my pussy. Do you think I might be able to persuade you to do that to me again?" 

"What ever you want sis, I'm yours to command."

We arrived at the cabin and spent the next hour and a half getting all our food supplies put away and uncovering all the furniture in the small cabin. When we were finished with our work, we were both hot and sweaty and decided to go down to the lake for a quick swim and to cool off.

We changed into our bathing suits and then together, ran down to the lake and dove in. The water felt wonderful and was just slightly cool on our skin. We splashed around like a couple of little kids, with the play turning slightly more adult as the afternoon progressed. Susan dove under the water and came up quickly in front of me, throwing her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips and then kissed me hard, on the lips.

"I love you, John." She told me.

"And I love you sis," I said, "Are you ready to go back to the cabin?"

"No, not yet, I want to try something first." She said as she dropped her hand and felt my swelling cock thru my suit. "I want you to put your cock between my legs and let me rub my pussy on it."

My suit was too tight to slip my cock out so I simply pulled it down and out of the way, then placed my swollen member between my sisters legs and rubbed it against the cloth of her suit.

"This isn't working very well," she said, "I can't feel your cock against me like I wanted. I'm going to slip the bottom of my suit off."

My sister and I had fooled around on several occasions in the past, but other than mutual masturbation and the one time sixty-nine had never come close to having real sex. We were both afraid to try too much at home because Mom was always around or the opportunity never presented itself. I had peeked at my sister on several occasions, thru a small hole I had drilled in the wall between our rooms. I had seen her nude and once, even got to see her masturbate. But that was then and this is now and I was sure that very soon, we were going to pass the point of no return and change our relationship forever.

With her suit out of the way, she wrapped her legs around my hips again and I replaced my cock between her legs. I could feel her curly hairs rubbing against my shaft as she worked her pussy back and forth across my cock.

Because we were in the water, she weighed almost nothing and it was easy to hold her in that position. I had my hands behind her ass and was gently pulling her to me each time she would come forward.

"Mmmmm, that feels so good, John, do you like it?" She asked.

"Yes, sis, I sure do."

I could feel, rather than see, my cock sliding between the folds of her pussy, her lips grasping at my cock with every movement. Her breathing had turned into slight gasps and meowing moans as we rocked back and forth in the water. She pressed her mouth onto mine and I felt her tongue enter and seek mine. My cock was about to burst with desire when she stopped moving and put her hand down between our bodies and guided my cock straight into her opening and then drove forward, impaling herself on my cock.

"Ohhhh, John, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She shouted.

My hips responded to her request with a primal urge to mate. To make this woman; my twin sister, mine forever. Forbidden? Yes! Taboo? Most certainly! But I wasn't thinking of these things as I slammed myself deep into her pussy. I thought of how much I loved her and how she loved me in the same loving way. Everything was right in our universe and nothing was going to stop us from this sensual act.

"Susan, I'm going to cum," I moaned. "I'm going to cum, right now!"

I pulled my cock from her warm center and pulled her tight against me; my mouth seeking hers, my cock pressed between our bodies, as spurt after spurt of cum ejected from me and gently floated to the surface.

"God, sis, that was the most special feeling I have ever had in my life." I said as I gently helped her regain her footing.

"I feel the same way, John," she said, hugging me tightly, "I'm so glad you were the first man to have me. I've wanted you like that for a long, long time and I don't know if I could have stood being here with you and have this not happen."

We left the water and then hand in hand, walked back to the cabin by the lake.



Cabin By The Lake



Working at the paper mill wasn't a lot of fun. It was hot and hard work. The guys were not nice to me, always pawing my ass or groping my boobs. I knew their fat wives, the ones they'd married right out of high school, had plumped up after a few kids, and were no longer putting out for them in bed. Maybe they never really did. Maybe only sucked their cocks just long enough to get a ring on their finger. When the guys hit on me, I'd just tell them to go to hell. Didn't like guys anyway. Maybe it was because my Dad wasn't much better than the jerks I was working with. Maybe it was because he ran off with my older Sister and left us. Wasn't sure why Mom had married him anyway.

After Dad left, Mom started 'dating' Ray. I use the term dating loosely since about all they did was fuck maybe once a week. Not well either. I got the feeling Ray stopped soon after his orgasm and didn't worry about Mom having one. Not a fare fuck. Ray didn't even bother to spend the night afterwards. Not real sure who's idea that was. Hopefully it was Mom's. Between his cigarette smoke filled clothes and his body order, it was hard to stand him being there.

Mom's brother, Jack, lived just down the road. His Daughter, Amy, and I had a crush on each other growing up. It was more than a crush after high school. No one else knew and not something I wanted known in this town. Sure Dad could sleep with his Daughter, that was okay, but two women sleeping together would get you run out of this town. Friday and Saturday nights after work, we'd take the truck to the drive-in theater and park in the back row to neck and fondle each other. Oh it got real hot and heavy too. Lots of fogged up windows. Who knew what the movie was. She tasted real good. She said I did too.

One day at the paper mill, Ray cornered me in a storeroom and tried to get his hand in my pants. I hit him on the head with a piece of steel pipe and he went to the hospital. I got fired.

Maybe it was the 3 beers I had on the way home that day, maybe it was that Mom had too much Jack Daniel's before I got there, but as I told her about Ray and being fired, she started kissing me like there was no tomorrow. Maybe it started as a way to say she was sorry. I didn't care. I was just enjoying what was happening. Before it was over, there weren't any places either of us had not had our mouth. I was exhausted. Mom too.

That was the last of Mom and Ray. For the next few months she and I would fuck all evening and go to sleep in each other's arms.

The day had been long at the Dairy Queen. Sad, but that was all the work I could find after the incident at the paper mill with Ray. I came home one evening a little early and I heard Mom moaning and screaming. I stood in the bedroom doorway and watched her with her legs high in the air and Uncle Jack slamming his cock in her. 

"I love your cock in me Brother! Keep fucking me. ... Why the hell did you stop coming around to fuck me? ... Don't let it be so long before the next time."

As I ran from the door, he yelled at me.

"Bring that tender pussy here and try a cock for a change. ... Better than your Mom's or Amy's mouth or fingers. Your Mom wants to watch. Ya hear?"

Everything I cared about fit into a single suitcase. Through the dust, I could see the doublewide trailer I'd grown up in as my pickup truck went down the gravel road to the highway.

I wasn't a worldly woman and had always lived in the same small town. I did think I was pretty, not beautiful by any stretch, but attractive. Johnsonville was far enough away that I knew no one and no one knew me. It had at least 3 times as many people. Wow! Maybe 10,000. So big! 

A hundred bucks got me a week at the Shady Grove Motel, a dump by any standards. Looked like a place out of a 50's travel magazine, with a little golf course for the kids instead of a pool. It was a long single level building with all the doors facing the parking lot. At least it had a bed. Not a great one, but a bed. Even a bath, even if it was just a shower stall. I'd read many travel magazines growing up as I dreamed of all the places I would live if I could. The Shady Grove Motel was not on my dream list.

The mattress was like a rock. What seemed like sleep didn't come easy, probably not at all. I ached everywhere as I dragged myself from the 'bed'. The shower had no hot water to try and relax the tense muscles all over my body. I suffered through the cold shower with no signs of hypothermia. Next door to the motel was a Waffle House. Five cups of coffee started to take the edge off the dreadful night. A waffle and some eggs took the edge off the hunger pains in my stomach.

Trying to save a buck here and there, I stopped at IGA Foodliner to get some groceries for the tiny kitchenette in the room. The IGA had a sign about needing people. The job gods graced me and I was to start work the next morning as a shelf stocker. Four bucks an hour less than the paper mill job, but it would do for a while.

Everyone at the IGA quickly became like family to me, real sweet, helpful, nice. Betty specially was. She was a lot like my Mom, kind of quiet, comfortable to be around, only more so. She was pretty in a country way, long hair gone gray early, still slim with nice features.

"Well Cindy, where you going to live?" she asked during the afternoon break of the third day.

"Looked at a few places, nothing I can afford though. I have 3 more nights paid for at the motel."

"I have an extra trailer on my property you could use. Wouldn't charge you for it. It's nothing real fancy, way outside of town, real private, and real quiet. We could take turns driving to work."

"Anyone else out there?"

"Nope, just my daughter and me. She's probably your age. She works at the Wal-Mart."

Guess I sat there without saying anything for too long.

"Don't feel like there's any pressure. You're welcome to come look at it first."

"Sorry. I was just thinking how nice it was for you to offer it to me. I'm a total stranger."

"Cindy dear..." she reached over and put her hand on mine "... I can tell you are a good person." She left her hand on mine and squeezed it gently and smiled.

"Okay. At least I'll know someone where I'm living."

After work, Betty followed me to the motel so I could get my things and checkout. Then I followed her about 10 miles out of town and down a narrow paved road a few more miles. Down a steep dirt grade into a valley a few hundred yards, there were three trailers, one of them a double wide. The trailers were about 100 feet apart with trees sprinkled here and there giving some nice shade in the otherwise hot sun. I parked next to Betty's truck and got out.

"The big one is Paula's and mine. You're welcome to either of the others."

An attractive woman walked out of the big trailer. Her blouse unbuttoned, one side blew back in the breeze revealing a nice looking breast. The waistband of her cutoff jeans was unbuttoned, but held up by her hips that were slightly larger than her waist. 

"Hi Momma. How was work?"

She stopped by Betty and gave her a deep wet kiss. Betty pulled the blouse together, but left her hand over a breast for longer than was necessary.

"Hey Sweetie. This is Cindy, she's going to stay in the empty trailer."

"Hey Cindy. I'm Paula. How'd you meet Momma?"

"I just started at the IGA. New in town and she offered to let me stay here for a while."

I picked up my suitcase and a bag of groceries. "Feel like I need a nap." I walked towards the middle trailer. "Do I need a key?"

"Not out here."

The inside of the trailer was neat and tidy, but otherwise like all the other trailers I'd been in. There was only one bedroom at the far end. Nice sized too. At least I could walk around the bed without turning sideways. I laid my opened suitcase on the shelf of the built-in closet. On top lay a 'Travel and Leisure' from 6 years ago. The wrinkled cover had a picture of a white sandy beach by the Gulf of Mexico. Is that all I have in the world? That one magazine, a few blouses, a pair of jeans, and some underwear? How pathetic.

I walked around the place opening the windows to let it air out. It was a little stuffy and hot from being closed up for who knows how long. The windows in the living room faced the back yard of the big trailer. As I was replaying the image of Paula with her blouse wide open, she walked out into the yard with a blanket. After the blanket was spread, she removed the only two pieces of clothing she was wearing, tossing them down on the edge of it. Naked, she laid down.

After the greeting between Betty and Paula, I should have been ready for the next sight. Betty walked out already naked and laid next to Paula. Following more than a motherly kiss, Betty began fondling Paula. First a nipple, a breast, and then her cunt. I watched, not caring if I could be seen. I could hear them talking too. I stripped down and stood naked, playing with my clit, as I watched.

"Oh Momma... I love the way you do that."

"My lovely daughter, I'll never regret that we started making love."

Betty moved so she was directly between Paula's legs pointing to the heavens in a large 'V'. Her mouth now rested between them and looking like a dog lapping up water.

"Right there!" Paula screamed loud enough to wake the dead. "So-o-o fucking... good Momma."

It wasn't long before Paula was humping Betty's face making it hard for her to maintain contact. Betty wrapped her hands around Paula's hips to help keep her face in place.

"Yeah Momma! Here I come."

And come she did, arms flailing and hands pounding the ground. There were plenty of sounds, but nothing that I could understand. I knew exactly what she was feeling as my orgasm started. My knees weakened and I fell onto the couch midway through it.

I woke up, who knows how much later, probably not much. Betty was screaming her way through an orgasm. I raised my head to see Paula eating Betty just as well as she had been eaten not so long before. I fell back down and drifted off to sleep again.

A knock on the door woke me from a dreamless sleep. Not bothering to dress or cover up, I walked the few feet to the door trying to wake completely up.

It was just starting to be dark and I flipped the porch light on. A moth flicked around the light as I opened the screened door.

"Hey darling." 

Betty stood there with short shear robe on that was barely pulled together. It was obvious that there was nothing on under it. I had trouble not laughing at her for even bothering to put it on. 

"Whoa, don't you look scrumptious. Say, I was about to make a breakfast dinner. Have some biscuits already made. Want to join us?"

"Sure. Let me slip something on."

"Don't bother. You're just fine like that." Her hand moved and the robe fell completely open. "Whoa, you're just fine darling."

As we walked towards her place, she put her arm around my waist, a hand rested on my hip.

"Thanks for coming to stay with us. Hope we didn't keep you awake earlier? Guess we're not used to having anyone here anymore."

"Not a problem. Hope you don't mind that I watched?"

"Thought I noticed you watching. Not at all."

"My Mom and I used to get it on too. Just for a few months." I could feel her hand move, her fingers now resting in the crack of my ass. "Her brother started fucking her again and I left. Couldn't stand it."

Betty kissed me awake the next morning as my back rested against Paula's chest. Paula woke as I moved. Her hand groped my breast a last time as it lost contact with me.

The days to come developed into a pleasant time with both Betty and Paula. Most, well all, evenings I spent with them. I was slightly concerned that I might mess up whatever relationship they had. Guess that was a little foolish of me to be concerned as I was to find out that Friday when we got out of Betty's truck when Paula ran up to me first. 

"Hey good lookin'!" she squealed as she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me hard, deep, and long. Her hand grasped a breast and held on like she might fall down otherwise.

"Harrumph." Betty mockingly said, tapping a foot. "Anyone glad to see me?" She giggled.

Paula let go of me and hugged Betty. "Of course Momma. Cindy is becoming like a sister."

"Of course dear. Now we just need to get her to call me Momma."

I leaned against Betty with a hand resting over her hip. "Love you Momma."

"That's better."

Paula and I stood on the other side of the divider between the kitchen and the living room watching Betty take the biscuits out of the oven. The way she bent over, her ass almost pointed up. She did have a nice ass and I was enjoying looking. A little disappointment washed over me as she stood up, her ass no longer exposed so nicely, and put the tray of biscuits on the counter. I was getting so used to her great breakfast dinners. Almost as much as having Paula holding me close like she was at the moment. Paula's fingers were now dragging their way through the crack in my ass and down to my pussy lips.

"Nice to see my little girls."

"Yes it is Momma." I said as I pulled Paula closer. "I like our family."

I had to start being careful about eating Betty's biscuits; otherwise I'd start looking like them. I wasn't quite sure why neither of them didn't already. Maybe it was the thousand calorie fucks each night? Oh such wonderful nights between two delicious women. At least the best I'd known.

That night, my legs spread wide and Betty eating me like I was covered in gravy, Paula sucking my nipples, I was so close to coming.

"Oh Momma... suck your little girl... yeah Momma."

The more I called her 'Momma' and myself 'her little girl', the harder she sucked. I was almost afraid to continue for fear of being sucked inside out, but then again I was enjoying myself so much I couldn't resist.

"Eat me Momma. Aren't I a good little girl?"

Wasn't like I had much in the other trailer, the one I never spent much time in. By the end of that week, my few things were now in their bedroom.

After 2 years, I knew all the regular customers at the IGA and most of them would take a few minutes to chat with me. I enjoyed that kind of atmosphere, like an extended family. I probably spent too much time helping them, but now everyone looked for me when they needed help. I knew just what Sally wanted her apples to look like, what Alice wanted for soup. I loved to help them all.

Because we were on the road to a large lake, we often had strangers come in for food to take to their cabin. They represented the outside world and I loved to watch them and dream about where they had come from. In my dreams it was always some exotic place, Paris or Istanbul, never Atlanta or Birmingham. I always let them be a sheik, a princess, or a rich tycoon. Maybe even a movie star hidden behind dark sunglasses with a big limousine waiting just out the door of the store with the driver in a dark suit standing by the open car door. They were never an insurance sales person or a garbage truck driver.

It was a Friday and I knew she was one of the strangers, the good-looking one by the bananas. She was maybe mid 50's, my favorite age, almost as old as Momma. The long hair pulled though the baseball cap. The red lipstick on great lips, I sure could kiss that all off. That short skirt wrapped around the one-piece bathing suit, the flip-flops. All a good sign she was off to the lake.

I was stocking the peanut butter and jelly section as she walked by. I happened to be standing as she approached me. Oh voice, don't fail me now.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Yeah, could you lick my pussy? I knew she wouldn't say that though. I could dream couldn't I?

"Do you live around here? I'm looking for a Target store."

No lady, I live in New York City and drive down every day. "Actually the nearest one is about 50 miles away. What do you need?"

"A blow up float." But you could blow me instead. 

The more I looked at her and heard her talk, the wetter I got. I knew I'd have to run to the bathroom and make myself cum before long.

"We have quite a few. Let me show you." I turned and walked away with a glance over my shoulder to make sure she was following. She was. I let my hips move more than usual.

I stood in front of a huge bin of rafts in their plastic bags. "Bet there at least 10 more here than at Target." I chuckled.

"You're funny." She laughed letting me know she was pleased rather than putting me down.

"Looking for anything in particular? I like this light blue one." I held it up to her.

"A friend offered me her cabin for the weekend and I've never been to a lake before."

"Oh Toto, this doesn't look like Kansas."

"Right Dorothy. I live along the Gulf Coast, so I'm used to that."

"I'm jealous."

"Ever been?"

"The lake some, but the ocean only in my dreams. Seen pictures. Would love to go. Just a poor country girl though."

"I'm Kate." She held her hand out.

Kate was more than making me wet as I held her hand. I don't know quite what it was, maybe just the obvious fact that she was from somewhere else, from by an ocean, maybe it was the sophistication I'd never sensed, but I was being drawn to her like no one before.

"I'm Cindy, nice to meet you Kate. Pretty name. I've often wished that was my name."

"Well Cindy, Would you like to join me this weekend? I promise I don't leave big teeth marks when I bite." She smiled a very sensuous smile. 

It was damn obvious to me what her intentions were if I came along. There was an overwhelming ache between the tops of my thighs that was begging me to say what I knew I needed to say, to say yes. I was a little worried about what Betty and Paula would think, but they were fine before I got here and would be fine after I left. Anyway, I didn't know if there would be anything more than just a few days with Kate then she would forget me.

As usual in my life, indecision overtook me.

She touched my shoulder. "I would enjoy having your company. Say yes."

"I don't get off until 4:30?"

"I could come back and get you or I could give you directions?"

"I actually don't have a bathing suit." I did, but I didn't know what to say and I was fumbling my words. It was better than saying my second head was at the laundry. "But I'd love to come. Give me directions."

"The cabin is supposed to be on a secluded piece of the lake. We could skinny dip. Sounds wicked doesn't it?" The smile on her face matched the wickedness of the suggestion.

"Oh Kate... This WILL be fun."

She took two of the light blue rafts from the bin and walked towards the checkout line. I watched until she was out the door.

"Betty... I've just been invited to spend the weekend at the lake. Any chance Paula could pick you up after work?"

"Sure. You going to be okay?"

I leaned real close to her ear. "Momma, I'll be okay. Your little baby will be just fine." As I pulled back, I could tell from her expression that all was okay, that she wasn't upset.

At 'Slightly Used', I bought a casual dress and a bathing suit, but I knew I'd need neither.

It was about 30 miles to the lake and another 10 around to the other side where the cabin was. The gates to the single cabin opened as my truck stopped a few feet from them. The concrete drive curved down from the road. I didn't know why they called this a cabin. It was nicer than any house I'd ever been in. I parked next to the shiny BMW in front of the 2-car garage. It made me feel like I was driving a real junker.

"Hi Cindy! Nice truck. I often wished I had one."

I pointed at the house. "What a dive." I laughed. "Better than the double wide at home."

"Believe me, this is a lot better than what I live in too. Anything I can carry?"

Somehow I doubted it was, just a gut feeling I had. I held up my plastic bag. "Only this."

"You didn't buy anything just for the weekend? Let's go au naturel."




Cabin By The Lake



As the front door closed, she stripped naked and tossed her clothes on a chair. She stood looking at me with her hands on her hips.

My mouth was open a little for a few seconds as I took in her beauty.

"What? Do I have my boobs on crooked?"

"God no! You're beautiful Kate. I don't think you'll like my body very much."

"Get out of here silly." She moved closer and unbuttoned my IGA work dress and pulled it from my body. "Hell yes you look great Cindy. Won't kick you out of my bed tonight." She giggled.

"Have a feeling your bite on my pussy will keep me from even falling out of your bed."

"I know we'll have a nice time dear." She took me by the hand and led me to the deck that floated low over the water.

Naked, we sat hip to hip, our feet splashing in the water as they swung back and forth. Her hand cupped a breast of mine and moved it up and down a little.

"You have nice breasts. It feels good in my hand."

I turned my head to kiss her as her finger moved to rest over the nipple. Her tongue met mine before it pushed between her lips.

"I should shower."

"No you shouldn't. I want to taste you just like you are."

Lying on the deck where were had been sitting, we began touching each other all over. Before long, the touches were replaced with kisses.

"Ahh... you taste just fine Cindy."

"I like your tasting too."

I'd been transported to a new world, one that I'd read about, dreamed about, but never believed I'd ever get to visit. Kate was kind, gentle and refined; unlike Betty and Paula who were much coarser; but Kate was someone that...

"A penny for your thoughts."

"That's about all I've got. Oh Kate... I can't believe I'm here with you."

"Darling, I'm falling in love with you. I could feel that even at the IGA. Just a romantic I guess. I want to know all about you."

"Got 30 seconds?"

"Funny girl. Now I know I'll keep you."

We laid on the king sized bed, a bed that was larger than any bedroom I'd ever slept in. The drapes were opened wide on the huge floor to ceiling window. Only the light of the full moon shining on the water lighted the darkened room.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and looked out the window. "This is a dream I've had a few times."

"What?"

"That I'd be in a nice house with a wonderful woman."

Kate sat behind me, her legs spread around me, her hands on my shoulders next to my neck rubbing the tense skin. Nothing was said for a few minutes as she rubbed. She stopped and wrapped her arms around me, her hand in front of my shoulders pulling me against her. Her lips were kissing the bottom of my neck.

"This is too good to be true Cindy. A few hours ago, I didn't know you. What is it about you? I've never felt this way."

Her hands worked their way down my front as she continued to kiss me. They paused briefly over some places, my breasts, my navel, and my stomach. But stopped as her fingers cupped my mound and began to part my lips, began to work their way inside me, began to flip my clit like a broken light switch. Oh God, both positions were ON for sure.

I leaned my head back slowly; my mouth opened and let out little gasps as she took me to a place I'd not been very often before. My tilted head lay back against her shoulder as the air raced in and out of my mouth in labored moans until I erupted in a monumental orgasm. One arm steadied me as the other continued to pump my clit until I was through, through only with that orgasm. Many more were to follow.

Sunday afternoon, we relaxed on the deck after a swim. A nice bottle of Merlot, half empty, sat next to us. The wine, like everything this weekend, was so foreign to me. All I'd had were trailers, beer, whiskey, and well-worn cotton sheets. Now I was having a finely made house, fine wine, and 1000 count sheets. That and a woman that could play me like a fine tuned instrument. I knew I was in heaven and didn't want to go back where I'd come from. I'd sell my soul to stay.

"Kate..."

"I know Cindy. I've been wrestling with that too.... I'm in love with you. I couldn't stand to see you walk out that door later today. Stay with me. Not for a few days. Come back with me. Live with me."

"Will you come with me to help me tell the people I'm living with?"

"Of course. Will it be hard for you?"

"Don't hate me when I say this..."

"No. How could I?"

"It's a Mother and Daughter. I've been sharing one bed with both of them for 2 years." My tears were flowing now. She held me and tried to wipe them as they dripped along my nose. "I've always been dirt poor, my Dad ran off with my Sister, I slept with my Mom for a few months, the only real girlfriend I've had was my cousin. I finished high school. Worked in a paper mill, then the IGA. I'm not much of a catch."

"Shhh. Cindy. Shhh." She held her finger to my lips. "None of that matters to me. I want just what I'm holding in my arms right now. These have been the best few days of my life. I've never known such happiness... EVER. Just come with me and give ME a chance. It is I that needs to prove myself to you."

Standing in Momma's trailer, the four of us cried and held each other.

"I had a feeling. This is meant to be though. You need to do this Cindy."

"Momma... I do love you. You can have my pickup. It's about all I have to give you."

"You gave me your love my daughter. I'll always have that."

I waved though the dust. It was at least a hundred miles until I wasn't crying so much. My eyes were red, so was my face when we stopped at the Denny's. I went straight for the bathroom to wash my face. I came out not looking much better, though I felt better, specially as I saw Kate wave to me from a booth.

She stood and held me for a while, ignoring the stares of the other customers.

"Anything wrong?" the waitress asked.

"She'll be just fine. She's with me now.... Two ice teas please."

The sign read 'Highest point in Florida, 345 feet'. The shakes and fear were mostly gone, and I was starting to relax as I rested my hand on Kate's bare thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

"Not much further now. I hope you'll like it."

"As long as you're there, I know I will."

The narrow cobble stone streets, the little squares with statues in the middle of the intersections, all the pretty pastel colors on the lovely two and three story beach homes with large screened porches. It was a fantasy story land for sure. 

The car stopped in front of '26 Ocean Street'. So this is my new home.

"Oh Kate. This is beyond anything I could have dreamed. You're teasing me aren't you?"

"No I'm not. This is where I've lived for a year since I published my last book. Forty weeks on the best seller list so far and still going strong."

"We're in the middle of nowhere. Where will I work?"

"Silly. You won't have too."

That evening, we slept on fine linens covering the king sized bed as the breeze of the ocean blew across our naked and intertwined bodies. An evening like so many that has happened since then. 



Cabin By the Lake



By the Lake

"You dumb fuck." Angela yelled

"Look it could happen to anyone." I replied defensively. 

"You knew we needed gas! You should have gotten it at the station before we left from there Jon-a-THON." Angela fumed and bounced in her seat beside me. She crossed her arms over her breasts and hunched down as far as she could go. 

I told her that for her eighteenth birthday I would take her to Palm Lake; she loved it out there, but what I didn't plan on was the gas I needed for the trip. We had passed a gas station about a 70 miles away getting here, and the sun was setting quickly. My sister couldn't have been any more pissed. She had a party to go to that night, and I spoiled it for her. 

"Look I just wanted you to have a good birthday." 

"I know listen, I'm sorry but this birthday party Beth had a guy for me and everything. I'm just disappointed."

"We could call Dad and have him come out here."

"Dad went to Las Vegas with mom this morning."

"Las Vegas?"

"Yeah Las Vegas. It's there anniversary. My birthday is always on their fucking anniversary. Played second fiddle to their day to often."

I looked down at her legs stretched out. She wore some tight jeans that showed just how beautiful her legs were. I wondered how she got those things on; they seemed to be spray painted on. Then, I wondered what her legs would look like when they were off. I shook my head a little, and then I thought, what about Thomas, my friend?

"You know I could call Thomas. He might be able to come get us." I offered. 

"By the time he comes up here and back to the house, it will be too late for the party. Three hours up here and three hours back there. Yeah, this was a good fucking idea big brother." She sighed heavily, and thought about what to do. 

I felt really bad. How could I do this to my sweet sister on her eighteenth birthday? "Well, I have some cash. I think I have enough for a cabin. I know you always wanted to spend the night up here. We can have a little party. The store still open; maybe they will have something we can cook to have a nice dinner. I will do everything."

I looked at her hoping that it would be at least something to make up for the trouble I caused her. She smiled feebly. "Oh all right, you said everything right?"

"Sure did."

"I can call Cassie on my cell, and tell her about your fuck up. Wait a minute. Are you sure they will give us a cabin. I mean won't they think we are weird?"

"Not if I tell them we are married." I took my class ring and turned it around so that it would look like a wedding band and walked to the office. It took me a couple of minutes but I came back to the car with a smile on my face.

"Guess what?"

"What did you do this time?"

"Hey where's the faith?"

"Back home at the gas station brother dear. So, what did you get?"

"I got the bridal sweet cabin. I told them we were newly weds and we ran out of gas. They laughed. They said we could get a wrecker to come out tomorrow morning with a gas can. The innkeeper said that his wife took the car home and won't pick him up till the morning. I don't know what would happen if someone had a real emergency out here."

Angela rolled her eyes, and took the keys. Cabin fourteen was across the lake on the other side of the office. She walked cursing the whole time, and I felt even worse. I went to the small store, and found all the things she liked for dinner; it cost me a small fortune, but I put it on my card Dad gave to me. I wondered what Dad would say when he got the bill. I carried the groceries to the other end of the lake as the sun set. On the porch of the cabin I saw Angela looking at the sunset, her dark silhouette against the cabin. Her hair seemed to always fluff out in natural curls that hung down to her shoulders. She bent down staring at the sunset, all five foot four of her seemed to bend gracefully into a thirty degree L shape. She looked at the sunset, and I looked at her; we both seemed entranced by beauty and form.

"Jonathan, it's so beautiful out here." I smiled and let her look at nature's portrait of an otherwise difficult day and got to work in the kitchen. I placed the steaks in the broiler and the rice in the pot. I made some salad, and in twenty minutes we ate on the porch feeling the breeze from the water cool everything down, even tempers. She put her wine glass in front of me, and I poured obediently. She smiled a little; I think she might be getting tipsy. 

I took the dishes away and started washing them in the kitchen, and heard humming to a tune only she knew.

"Cassie is pissed at you." Angela said.

"Well, I guess that's everybody." 

"Oh not everybody." She smiled a little. "Why don't you light a fire while I go grab a shower?" 

I nodded and she skipped to the bathroom. I grabbed some kindling and placed it under the hearth. I lit the match and got the kindling burning then I placed a log on top. It caught after about five minutes when Angela came out of the shower in some towels wrapped around her. She smiled nervously. "Your turn."

I went into the bathroom and looked at my sisters clothes in a pile on the floor. Then it dawned on me. The cabin supplied one bed and one uncomfortable chair. Well, I thought I guess it's the chair for me. I took a quick shower and pulled on my boxers and shirt and went into the room. Angela was in bed on the far right side. The king size bed simply engulfed her. She faced the right side of the bed where the hearth was just six feet away.

"Wow. It got really warm in here." 

"Yeah, it sure did. Great fire maker brother." She smiled at me and then resumed her vigilance over the fire. I took the extra blanket and pillow and walked over to the big chair to the left of the bed. The cabin creaked a little as I walked, and it got Angela's attention.

"What are you doing?"

"Thought I would sleep in the chair so you could have the bed to yourself."

"Are you kidding? You won't get any sleep in that thing. Look there is plenty of be here. I feel like I'm lost in it."

"Well, ok if you think it will be ok."

"Sure, besides this is a strange place. I can use you as my teddy bear if I need it."

I climbed into bed and she swam over to me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and then she swam back and curled up in the fetal position and seemed at peace with everything. I looked at her for the longest time before I drifted off to sleep myself. Now, Angela is a kicker. She also moves around a lot in her sleep. I've heard her fall on the floor several times when we were at home. So, I woke to her kicking off the covers on our bed and she sprawled her long legs out. I sleepily propped myself up and looked over at my slightly unclothed sister. I blinked to focus. She had cute feet, painted toenails, red. Her calves seemed to have been sculpted from constant working out or walking, Angela loved to work out. I looked further up to her thighs, and they had that shape much like her calves as though she worked them out. I became curious, and I reached my hand out to touch them. Angela moved a little mumbling something incoherent. I felt her thigh, and it struck me as odd that something so muscular could be so soft at the same time. 

I looked little further then to her mound covered in cotton bikini cut panties, sky blue. I could easily see the slight that divided her lips. The sheer beauty of it all in the dying embers of the fire I had started seemed to stoke my fires and I felt my own hardness. I stroked my cock through my underwear as I reached for her pussy. 

She moaned sweetly and moved her hips slightly as I stroked it. "Oh.... " she moaned. "Jonathan that feels so good." I looked over startled, but her eyes remained closed. She moved her hips to the rhythm of my stroking, and then I moved her panties to the side. Her wetness seemed to flow from her pussy giving it a glossy sheen in the fire light. I had to taste it. As I placed my tongue on her clit, she woke.

"Jonathan... mmmmm that feels so good. Are you sure...mmmmm. Oh pleeease don't stop..." Her hips made even wider undulations, and then she placed her hand on my head lifting it. She arched her body and pulled off her panties throwing them on the floor. Then she placed her hand on my head pushing it down on her clit. Then she pulled her tee shirt off and squeezed her right tit; she tweaked her nipple as well. "Oh Jonathan... I'm cummm ing I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." She bucked her hips pressing her pussy to my lips. She panted and moaned. And then she fixed me with her eyes. She rose up and took my shirt off. Then, she pushed me to her left onto the other side of the bed. She angled herself till she was sitting at my feet, and then she yanked my boxers off. She eyed my cock as it bobbed up and down and captured it with her mouth. "mmmmm that tastes so good." She licked it, and then rose up to maneuver her pussy over my swollen cock. She placed it in her vagina slightly; the lips seemed to cover just the head of my cock. She eased it in, and then she moaned feeling the breadth. I thought I felt her contract slightly.

"Oh big brother, your cock is nice and fat." She eased down on it some more, and I felt some resistance.

"Angela, oh baby I didn't .... Ahhhhh."

"Ahhhhhh." She screamed and collapsed on top of me. I felt her tits bore into my chest. She found my mouth kissed me passionately. "When I woke up from your kiss on my pussy Jonathan, I was so happy it was you. I just had to have you as my first. I couldn't think of anyone I wanted to give myself to more. You showed me such love today, dinner and the cabin. I just fell in love with you." She moved in and out of me slowly. "mmmmmm." She rose up and just repeated over and over. "I just had to have you.... I just had to have you.... I love you. Please Jonathan fuck me... tell me you love..."

"Angela, I love you .. I love you ahhhhhhhh. I came deep inside her, and I felt her spasm over and over. The sun broke seeped inside the left window, and the phone rang.

I picked up the phone as Angela nestled into my right side. "Hello?"

"Yes sir do you still want me to call the wrecker for the gas."

"No, I think I have some gas in the trunk. I just remembered."

"Will that take us to the gas station 70 miles away?"

"Easily... Happy birthday!"

"Oh, it was the best one yet."