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Cabin

By: sxysouthernwriter



They go to a small log cabin up in the mountains for the weekend. They drive up the old dirt road that led to the rustic cabin, which is deep in amongst a forest of pine. The trees surrounded the cabin; covering it like a blanket. You can see the mountain peaks take over the sky which is a dimming gray-silver tone of snow clouds. As they pulled into the driveway the clouds seem to open up and small flakes start to fall from the heavens.

He gets out of the car and comes around the back in of the car around to her side; he opens the door for her and taking her by the hand helping her out of the car. He reveals to her a single white rose. Looking in his eyes a feeling came over her that she hasn't felt in years. The feeling of falling in love again. He awakened apart of her that she thought had gone away.

As she steps out of the car the bitter wind hits her pale peach face and she shivers. The wind seemed to whisper his name to her soul. He wraps his arms around her; they start up the stone path to the door. Opening the door to see a large oak staircase. The smell of wild flowers fill the air. A round tan weave rug land along the floor leading to the stairs. A coat rack to the right where they hung their jackets. Every piece of furnisher look to be made of wood. 

They step inside and he comes around behind her and ties a red silk blindfold around her eyes. She wonders what is going on, he said, "trust me". 

He takes her by the hand and leads her up the stairs. Each step creaks as they walk up the aged oak staircase. As they top the steps her excitement built. They continued walking down a small hall to a door. He open the door that leads to the bedroom and pulls her inside closing the door behind them. 

He unwraps the blindfold from around her eyes her face lights up as she sees a king size bed it to the left and there are sliding glass doors next to it, where you can see out. It's snowing and pines trees are covered in soft white snow. On the bed are white rose petals; the other 11 roses that he had gotten for her. Different size candles in all colors everywhere making the room glow. A large crackling fire is blazing. Flames of the fire licking the sides of the fire place. Laying in front of it was a soft, fuzzy, dark brown bear rug on the hardwood floor. In the back ground you can hear soft, romantic sounds of a sax playing. 

He looks at her and asked her if she would care to dance. He takes her by the hand and pulls her close to him. Melting inn each others arms. His arms fall around her curvous hips. Their bodies start swaying to the notes of the sax, but the only thing they can hear is the pitty pat of their hearts burning for desire for each other. Their body language said so much, like seeing every emotion they were feeling on the wall as shadows.

He bends down and kisses her on the neck and gently begins nibbling her and rubbing his tongue along her irresistible neck. He takes in her perfume and this excites him. She runs her fingers through his thick curly hair wrapping her arms around his head as he begins to kiss her breast. 

His breath is hot and this sends chills down her spine. He runs his hand through her long brown hair, then he steps back...looking deep into her hazel eyes hypnotizing him. He takes her by the hips and runs his hands up under her green sweater gently lifting it off her pitching it to the floor. 

Then reaches behind her to undo her black silk bra, slipping the straps off her smooth shoulders. She runs her hands down the middle chest and starts to unbutton his shirt; pushing it back letting it fall to the floor. 

She runs her tongue down his chest and makes rings around his belly button. He moans with delight. He then pulls her towards him and passionately starts to kiss her firm, round breast holding them in his hand squeezing them. Her nipples start to harden as she become arroused and he takes one in his mouth and sucks. 

She runs her hands down his strong muscler back coming around to his love handles down to his stone washed jeans to unbutton them and starts to unzip them, then running her hands down his hips and tugging at them pulling them down. 

He takes her over by the fire and lays her down on the bear rug. The light of the fire makes sprinkles in her eyes. He climbs on top of her engulping her with his body and he slides her long black skirt off. She is a bit shy, but she feels comfortable in his arms. He stares at her pure and innocent body. So many emotions running through their minds. Wanting to show each other all their affection. To come together as one. To please each other with delight. The desire to fill every need and to capture every detail.

Desperately needed her, he begins by taking her leg and putting it over his shoulder. Kissing the inside of her slim thighs. He moves one hand up long what seem to be endless length of her thigh to start rubbing her clit and his tongue goes exploring dipping deep inside her and tasting her wettness...she begins to moan with pleasure. Teasing her lips so where they would open. 

He moves up her body. She whispers in his ear to make love to her. He said "Wait not yet, then lays beside her. He takes the white rose he gave her and runs it down her body; along the curves down towards her clit this send sparks through her. Temperature rising in the room, she starts to lose control. He sizes her body up and down, thinking that is one lucky rose.

He stands up and takes her by the hand and tells her he has a surprise for her. They walk over to two doors and he slides them back where he has a hot, steamy, bubble bath for them. The floor was laid with imported blue title. Over by the tub was two crystal clear glasses and a bottle of fine merlot. 

She pulls her hair up in a french twist, a few short pieces fall gently down the back of her neck. He walks close to her and he sweeps her off her feet and lays her in the tub. He climbs in behind her. Gently starts to kiss her neck. He reaches up and pulls the pins that hold her hair up out where they long locks fall down her back. Wetting her hair and he takes some strawberry shampoo in his hands and massages it in her hair. His fingers cover every inch of silk; then he gently washing the shampoo way with the warm water. They lay back in each others arms. He hands her a glass of wine she sips it but she really doesn't drink so she lays the glass on the floor.

His hands start down her body trying to remember every detail with his finger tips. She turns towards him. Her eyes were so inviting and he gently kisses on the lips. Sliding their tongues in each others mouths to explore. Every touch like a river running through them, lifting them higher. He pulls away, she wonders if she done something thing wrong and he sees the look in her eyes and says, "You haven't done nothing wrong darlin, just we are getting a bit winkled." He stands up and helps her out; wrapping her in a towel then picking her up and carrying her over to the bed. It's cover in the white petals, underneath is a old fashion quilt. The bed con caved to her body. It was made with comfy goose feathers.

He unwraps the towel and jerks it to the floor. He lays gently on her dripping wet body. He slides his massive erection into her and as they become one for the first time they have never felt such passion or pleasure. Embracing each feeling inside. Consuming their minds, hearts, souls, and bodies. He takes her hands and pushes them above her head and they interlock. She wraps her legs around his hips holding him in place as he thrust back and forth deeper and deeper inside her. 

As she feels him grow inside her; her muscles tighten and she begins to shake as she cums and he hardens and cums inside her...he slides out and tastes their juices combined he works his body where her can lick the rich creamy goodness off his penis. 

She gently sucks the tip and he begins to cum again and it starts to drip from her mouth. He runs his tongue up and down her clit and she cums again shaking slightly. 

Then after the passionate night they had they curl up in each others arms. Holding each other. He watches her fall asleep, thinking how peaceful she looks; knowing he had touch her heart.

Cabin



We enter a Log Cabin. Both freezing and cold. I ask you to light up a fire whilst I shower. I go to the bathroom, turn the shower on, undress and step under it. You start a fire and getting nosey you come to the bathroom. You open the door, loads of misty air comes towards you, because I am showering so hot. You can see me faintly; see the hot water pearl of my body. You harden instantly. You return to the living room. 

I shout out to you "Darling, would you open a bottle of Champagne!". You get a bottle out of the fridge and place it with two glasses next to the fur in front of the fire. I come out of the bathroom, still wet, with just a towel wrapped around me. 

”Your turn” I say. You go into the bath to shower. I lay down on the fur, let my head drop back to dry my hair in front of the fire. You hurry with showering to get to me. 

As you step out of the bathroom you see me lying there. I am propped up on my elbows and I am daydreaming. The towel has slipped to the side to reveal my full breasts. You start to harden, parting the towel around your hips. I am dreaming of you and lay down completely. My hands start caressing my breasts and my hard nipples. Slowly my hand wanders deeper. I spread my legs and the towel slips off completely. I start stroking myself between the legs. You are fully hard now. I moan as I slip a finger into me. You start stroking yourself. I start fingering myself with two fingers. 

You sigh. I hear you and look over to you. A twinkle appears in my eyes as I see you. 

"Come here" I say. You walk over to me and lay down beside me. I take my fingers out and hold them up for you to lick. You take them into your mouth and suck them clean. I start purring. Your hand starts stroking my pussy. You can feel how wet it is even though you haven’t entered me yet. I push up against your hand, begging for more. You start entering a finger slowly. I moan. You kiss me and I open my mouth for you. Your tongue enters me and I start sucking on it. You enter another finger into me. Your lips trace a path down my neck, over my breasts. Taking a break to suck on each hard nipple. Then carrying on to my bellybutton. My breath goes faster and faster. You reach my wet pussy and start licking the outer lips. I moan and push up my hips. 

You take your fingers out and enter your tongue. Your finger goes up to play with my clit. I put a hand on top of your head pushing it deeper into me. Your tongue enters me and you start fucking me with it. I claw into your hair moaning loudly. 

"Oh Baby...yes...right there...oh God.... I am cummin", my creamy juices start flowing into your mouth and you lap them all up. I am still purring and you look up into my eyes. 

“Let me drink the champagne of your body Darling" I say and you open the bottle. You lie down and I slowly start pouring the champagne down your neck. It is cold and your nipples harden. I lick it off, sucking at your nipples. I lick deeper and stop at your belly. The champagne collects there and I drink it up. I pour some champagne onto my hands and start massaging your cock with it. I lean over and slowly lick the head. You sigh. I suck your cock into my mouth. I can smell you, the manly smell mixed with champagne. I suck harder and start playing with your balls. You moan, putting your hand on my head. You can feel my head bobbing as I give you a blowjob. I move my head up till just the tip is in my mouth. I let my tongue run through the slit in your head. My tongue runs down the length of your cock and I suck your balls into my mouth. My hand starts massaging your cock. I can feel your balls moving and your cock expanding. 

“Swallow my cum" you say. I take a sip of champagne and suck you back in. You can feel the bubbles on your cock. You growl. I swallow the champagne as I feel you getting bigger. Your cum shoots out of your cock into my mouth. I swallow. 

I look up into your eyes and smile. 

“I am still hard baby. Want to play??” I nod and come up to lie beside you. You roll me over and spread my legs, sitting between them. Your cock is sitting at the entrance of my pussy. Slowly you push forward and the head enters me. I am so wet and creamy that you have no problem getting in. I beg you to enter me totally. You grin and push forward. Your whole cock enters me and your balls slap against my ass. I scream with joy. Pushing my body up and dropping my head back. You start moving in even strokes, making love to me. I wrap my legs around your back, holding you tightly to me. You move your hands around me and pull me up. Sitting back on your legs I come up on your cock. I can feel you so deep inside me. I move my hips and press my nipples forward into your mouth. You suck on them. I move faster. Rolling my hips on your cock. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm..... take me like a Dog" I say. I move off your cock and turn around. You lick through my slit once. Then enter me again with your hard pole. Your hands on my hips you push deeply into me. I moan and purr. The faster you get the louder I moan. You place your thumb on my ass. Massaging slowly. I purrrrrrrr. 

"May I fuck you there" you say. Pressing your thumb down. 

“Please...please" I beg. You pull out of me and place your head at my ass. I lean down at the front. Slowly you push into my ass. I purrrrr. Gently you push into my ass. Moving slowly. It is driving me crazy. You can feel my tight ass around your cock. 

I can feel it cummin again. You are so intense in my ass. My juices flow out of me. Dripping onto the fur. You reach under me and rub my wetness. 

“Want it back there again baby???" you ask. I can’t do more than nod. 

“Then ride me,” you say lying down. I straddle across you, taking your cock into my pussy again. My cum runs over your cock. I move up and down. My breasts are bobbing. You reach up and start playing with my nipples. I throw my head back and move faster as you push your hips up. You are so deep in me that I don’t how long I can take it. You start pushing up into me. I tighten my muscles inside. Grabbing your cock tightly. 

You moan "Baby. I am cummin". You grab my hips and push into me hard. I scream out as I cum a third time. You shoot your cum deep into me. Our cum mixes and runs out of me. Running down your cock. You start moving slower. Our breaths are going hard. I lay my head on your chest. You stroke my back slowly. Waiting for my breath to calm down. I cuddle up to you. Feeling me getting sleepy. After a while you can hear my breath going steady and you know that I am asleep. Slowly you move up taking me into your arms. You carry me to the bed. I moan. 

“Please don’t go" I say. 

You answer, "I will never leave you again. You belong to me now”. You lie down beside me, pulling me close. Knowing that you are there and that I am safe in your arms I fall asleep again.



Cabin



"Oh, my family has a cabin on a lake!" I blurted out without thinking about it.

My friend Shira had been talking about how much she had liked camping by a lake. It seemed her entire childhood had been spent camping, at least until her parents' divorce.

"Really?" Her whole face lit up. "Can we go? Our only Friday class has been cancelled."

"I, um, I guess so. I'd have to ask my folks, and I've never been there alone before. I don't even know how to turn on the heat."

"We won't need any heat, it's been really warm this week." It was true, it had been unseasonably warm for early May.

"It gets cold by the lake."

"We'll light a fire."

I looked at her more closely then. Her beautiful eyes were sparkling, and there was a "please?" on her face.

"OK, I'll call my mom."

I had met Shira in the Hillel Kitchen. She had grown up in a religious family, and cooking kosher meals came as naturally as breathing to her. My family had been totally secular, but I had wanted a place to cook healthy vegetarian food and Hillel had welcomed me with open arms as long as I used kosher ingredients. She was funny, vivacious, a raven-haired beauty. The only time her face was troubled was when she had to talk to her mother about the marriage they were arranging for her.

"Mom, I'm too young to get married, I want to finish graduate school first."

"What do you need with a psychology degree to be a wife and mother?"

"Mom!"

"I was married at 17, had four children all smart and beautiful, kept a good home"

"And you were divorced at 30."

You could hear her mom's sigh on the telephone from across the room.

But now her face was all illuminated, like a child's or an angel's.

So there we were Friday morning in her brother's car driving up the Thruway to the lake house. I only managed to get us lost once, and we arrived in once piece in mid-afternoon. As soon as she stopped the car, she was out running on the dock, dipping her fingers in the cold water. I dropped our backpacks on the porch and ran after her.

"Let's go in," she said mischievously.

"I didn't bring a bathing suit."

"I didn't either."

I blushed. "Actually, we never wore any when it was just family anyway."

She smiled at me. "Don't I count as family? I've been eating your cooking for 8 months."

Suddenly we were racing to see who could get her clothes off first. She won by a few seconds, and I had a brief look at her tush before it disappeared into the lake. She was a good swimmer, and was out to our raft in a couple of dozen strokes, and lying on it gasping with laughter before I got there. I got up on the raft with her, laid across the raft with my head on her belly for a pillow.

"That sun feels good after the cold water," she said.

"I'm covered with goosebumps." The light breeze was cooling my skin almost as fast as the sun was warming it.

"I see." She giggled as she lightly stroked my shoulder. Her bouncing my head up and down made me smile. I flipped my shoulder length auburn hair over her belly so she could touch my neck.

"Did I ever tell you I love having my neck touched?"

"It's a nice neck."

"Thank you." I sighed, turned to look at her. Now she was tugging gently at my hair, touching my eyebrows, my cheeks, my lips. Playfully, I licked at her fingers. She ran the damp fingers down my neck, to my collarbone, down the middle of my chest. "You're making my goosebumps worse."

"I'm getting them too. Maybe we should get inside."

"Race you back to the shore."

I got up and leapt over her into the water, but she caught me from behind and grabbed my feet. I turned to try to push her away, and we got all tangled up, almost wrestling in the water to see who was going to win. We reached the sandy part of the beach at almost the same instant, and started running for the cabin. Laughing, we burst through the door together and raced for the double bed in the corner of the one room, and slipped, still wet, under the covers to warm up. Shivering, we turned to face each other.

Suddenly, as though we had been discussing it for hours, we were kissing softly on the lips, then kissing deeply. I hadn't kissed a girl like this since about 8th grade, when my best friend and I were practicing for the boyfriends we would inevitably have. But Bonnie had never touched my breasts, as Shira was now doing. I hugged her to me.

"So, um, what do you want to do, Shira?"

"I don't know, Charlotte, what do you want to do?"

"Part of me wants to kiss you all night, but part of me wants to get up and make dinner."

"We could make dinner and then kiss all night."

"Or," I suggested, "we could kiss a while longer, then get up and make dinner."

"Only if we kiss more after dinner."

Just then her cell phone rang, the Ride of the Valkyries. Shira bolted from the bed and ran to her backpack in the doorway. "Hi, mom," she answered without even glancing at the caller ID. "No, mom, I told you I wouldn't be home for Shabbos dinner. I'm upstate at Charlotte's family's cabin, remember?"

She listened for almost a minute, turning redder all the while. "No, mom, I didn't know you specially invited Arnold and his parents to dinner. Why did you do that? You knew I wouldn't be home this weekend."

She turned away from the bed, standing in the fading light coming in through the living room window. "Mom! Please don't do this to me. You know I'm not ready to marry, Arnold or anybody else." She was trying not to let her teeth chatter, standing there with her hair dripping.

Finally, "Yes, mom, I did bring shabbos candles. We were just about to light them." Taking a beach towel from the drying rack, she wrapped it around herself. I got one for myself, went outside to get our clothes.

"No, mom, Charlotte's a vegetarian, we brought some spinach lasagna she had in the freezer." Pause. "Of course it's kosher! She made it in the Hillel kitchen."

"Listen, mom, I'm not being a very good guest. I'll be home Sunday afternoon. Give my best to Arnold."

She smiled. "I love you too, mom. See you Sunday." As she closed the phone, she visibly deflated onto the couch. I sat beside her, watching the storm breaking on her features. Taking her clothes from me, she glumly started donning her sweatshirt. She wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea," she started. She stared at the floor, trying to get her jeans over her still damp thighs. I reached for her hand, but studiously ignored me.

"Why not? We're friends. We're going to have a lovely quiet weekend in the woods."

She looked at me for long seconds, the dropped her gaze back to the floor. "I've never kissed anybody before. Not like that."

I smiled. "I only ever kissed one boy like that, and it was the night of the spring formal. I didn't even like him that much. I didn't like kissing him. I liked kissing you."

"I liked kissing you, too. Too much." She glanced at me. "I can't be kissing a girl, not like that."

"I did that once in junior high, but we were, you know, just practicing on someone safe. Just getting ready for boys. Bonnie Snyder. I'd forgotten her until I was kissing you."

"Did you like kissing her?"

"I don't know. No. Not as much as I liked kissing you."

She was silent for a long minute. "Can we be non-kissing friends? I want to be friends with you."

"Of course. We are friends."

----

All through dinner we were careful not to touch. The cramped kitchen corner made this difficult, but somehow we heated the lasagna, made a salad and garlic bread, and lit the Sabbath candles. I tried not to think of how romantic it was having dinner by candlelight with Shira, but it was impossible.

After cleaning up, we sat together on the couch, about a foot apart, staring into the fire and not talking.

"I am so tired," she finally said, "I'm going to get ready for bed." She got her backpack and went into the bathroom. I could hear her brushing her teeth and flushing the toilet. She came out in a long flannel nightgown and sat down on the edge of my sister's bed, trying to brush out her hair. Although we had been naked together just a few hours ago, it was too uncomfortable to change in front of her, so I went in and changed into a t-shirt and panties, took out my contacts, combed out my hair, and started to crawl into my bed.

"Oy, my hair is so horrible! I should cut it all off." She was still struggling with her hair.

Shyly, I asked, "Can I help you?"

She hesitated. I could almost see the wheels turning. Was it OK to let me touch her? At last, she gave in. "Yes, please."

I came over to her bed, sat behind her, and started combing out the ends, working my way up the right side. She was sitting, still staring at the fire, not talking.

As I got to the top of her hair, I couldn't help it, I stroked her neck. Just once. She stiffened, pulled away a bit, then sat back down. I continued working on her hair, being so careful not to touch her at all.

Minutes later, I realized she was crying, softly so I would not notice. All I could say was "shhh, shhh, shhh." She leaned back against me and I held her in my arms, shushing her while she wept silently. She turned, touched her wet cheek to mine, and kissed me softly on the cheek. "Shhh, shhh," I murmured.

"Did I ever tell you I love having my hair brushed?" She smiled through her tears.

"It's nice hair."

"Thank you. You have a nice neck." She leaned in and kissed me softly on the neck.

"You're kissing me. Is that what you want?"

"I don't know what I want." She kissed me again on the neck, on the ear, on the cheek. She touched my face, turned me slightly to her, and kissed me softly on the lips.

"I think we should sleep on it and figure it out in the morning."

Gently, I laid her down in front of me, curled around her like a spoon. I lifted her hair out of the way and kissed her gently on the neck. I debated with myself for a few seconds and decided it would be safer to curl my hand under her breast than hold it. Her breathing grew more regular as she drifted off to sleep.

----

I don't know how long I laid there in the dark, trying to go to sleep, nor how late it was when I became aware she was caressing my face. I woke to find her staring at me in the darkness. I leaned in a little to kiss her softly on the cheek. She smiled, touched my face and neck, and kissed me back. So soft, just little brushes of the lips. Her eyes were teary, but they were smiling at me in the dim candlelight.

Her tongue came out, darted onto my lips, retreated. I touched her lips with my tongue, rubbed my nose on hers. Our tongues touched, played on each other.

Her hand dropped from my neck to my breast. Softly caressing me through my t-shirt. I sighed softly and kissed her deeper, then leaned back and questioned her with my eyes. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned in to kiss me, harder, more urgently. Our legs intertwined, hips and bellies melted together. Her thigh started rubbing on my mound. My heart was pounding, lifting my breast into her hand with each beat.

I pulled away a little to look at her. "What are we doing?" I asked her.

"We're becoming kissing friends. OK?"

I nodded. "If you want. Friends who kiss, anyway."

Her hand slipped under the hem of my shirt. "Did I tell you how much I liked touching your breasts?"

"No, you didn't. Did I mention that I liked it too?"

"No, but it's showing its own appreciation." I grinned. My nipples were harder than I could remember. "Maybe you'd like to return the favor?" She took my hand and put it on her nightgown. I tugged at her nipple, and she bit my lip softly as she moaned. "Please touch me some more."

I lifted the hem of her nightgown. Her breasts seemed almost to glow in the candlelight. I circled one nipple with my index finger, scarcely able to breath. My mouth was drawn to it, and I took almost the entire breast into my mouth, before pulling back to concentrate on the areola. "Mmmm oh, Charlotte, that feels so wonderful!" She tugged at my nipple as I sucked. I came up to kiss her some more. Her leg was now bare on my panties, which were beginning to soak through. I pulled her tush toward me, and felt her damp pubes rubbing on my thigh.

I pulled away. "I really want to look at you. May I?"

"I haven't told you how much I like having you look at me, have I?"

I grinned, got up and brought the candles to the shelf above the bed.

She stared at me. "You'd better take your panties off, they're already soaked." Grinning, I complied. "T-shirt too," she commanded.

I sat on the edge of the bed naked, and raised her nightgown to her shoulders. "Oh, just take it off me," she growled

I did so, then sat on my knees beside her, just admiring her. Starting at her fingertips, I stroked up her arms to her neck and smiling face. "I love your goosebumps." She smiled at me. I gave her a little lick on the side of her neck, and came down to her other breast.

"I was wondering when you would give her equal time."

"I'm going to have to give both a lot more time."

I stroked downward, over her soft belly, her thick dark curls, and followed the trail of my fingers with more kisses. As my face grew nearer to her mound, she seemed to pull away a bit. "I can't believe you want to kiss me there."

I looked up at her. "Why not? I want to touch you there." I continued kissing and stroking my way down her thighs. Almost of their own volition, her thighs parted. I kissed my way up the inner thigh, started to stroke her curly pubes. I combed her hairs softly with my fingertips, leaned in to kiss her lips.

"Oh, Charlotte!" She was almost whimpering as I was starting to split her lips with my tongue. She tugged at my head, bringing me closer. "Oh, so nice. Oh. Oh." She was caressing my hair and face as I licked her. "Oh, ahhh, mmm, more, more, ohh, more please more..." Her voice was getting higher and higher, louder and then softer, and it was hard to keep up with her hip movements.

Suddenly, she almost screamed and lay there, all quivering but otherwise still. Her flavor changed subtly, became almost tart. "Ohhh, Charlotte, ohhh, stop a minute." She sighed and lifted me up to her face. "Kiss me please."

I grinned. "My pleasure."

"I guess that was an orgasm?"

I looked at her in disbelief. "Your first?"

"I think so."

"You never touched yourself?"

She looked away, blushing on top of her already rosy skin. "I did, but that never happened before." She kissed me again. "That was wonderful."

I kissed her softly. "I never did that before either. Wanna do it again?"

She bit my lip softly. "Maybe later, first I want to kiss you like that."

"Oh? Would you like to be friends who kiss each other like that?"

She smiled. "I don't know, Charlotte, what do you want?" 



Cabin



The city many miles behind her, Veronica shifted her truck into low gear for the long climb up onto the mountain. Keys to the cabin jingled occasionally on the other seat as the vehicle bounced over the rough surface of the gravel drive. This was a long and overdue vacation from the plugged-in world. It was with a small triumphant feeling that she turned off her cellular phone and set the email to auto-reply before packing up her gear and leaving. The cell would be for emergencies only, and she figured there were only so many urgent problems she might encounter alone in the woods. Veronica was no stranger to the outdoor world, she'd been a camper and hiker since childhood and was aware of the dangers out there, and was perfectly willing to face whatever these northern woods could offer. In fact, she embraced the idea. An avid stargazer, she also looked forward to night skies not polluted by big city light. Though the weather forecast called for the possibility of snow, she held hope for clear skies despite the cloudiness. 

This three-day weekend was just what she needed. No rotations. No on-call. No IV feeds beeping in the middle of the night. No patients. No oxygen masks. Nothing related to the hospital could get to her out here. All in all some time alone was in order. Lately, her stress levels had been through the roof.

Soon enough she found herself at the cabin. Grabbing the key-chain from the passenger seat, she killed the engine and hopped out of the truck. Veronica stopped to stretch and breathe in the scent of early spring in the woods. So clean and invigorating, she thought as she went to and opened the cabin door. A quick glance about assured her that there had been no wild or hostile visitors, and she went outside to begin the chore of bringing in her gear.

No sooner had she finished bringing everything in and kindling a small fire in the stove, when she heard the distinct sound of an approaching vehicle. With a frown she went outside, only to find another truck coming up the lane. Wondering what this was about, as there were no other cabins in the area and the drive was supposedly private, Veronica stood on the step with her hands on her hips and watched the truck park close to her own. 

The door to the intruding truck opened, and its occupant stepped out. He was attractive, she thought, but at the same time wanted to know why he was there and was momentarily annoyed.

"Hi. Are you Veronica?" he asked with a friendly tone, to which she replied with a slight nod as she wondered just why he knew her name. He must have noticed her demeanor, and quickly added, "This is my dad's cabin. Dad sent me up to prime the water pump for you," the young man stammered in his response. That was fine, thought Veronica, as she hadn't been aware that such needed doing at the place. Her supervisor at work knew the man who owned the cabin, and had made the arrangements for her visit at a time that the owning family wouldn't be using it.

"Fine, then. The pump," was Veronica's terse response before she turned and returned to the cabin.

What a nuisance, she thought. Couldn't the owner have simply left instructions, or did they assume she was unable to do such a simple chore? It didn't matter, she figured. What's done is done.

A short while later there was a knock on the door and before she could answer, her 'visitor' stepped through the door. When he saw her frown, he quickly apologized and said something about old habits.

"Great. Is that all?" replied Veronica. There was no response, and she realized that this guy was staring at her chest. Her tits were large and round, and even she had to admit they looked good in the cable-knit sweater she was wearing. When finally he realized he was caught staring, he looked up toward her eyes and pretended he didn't feel his face turning red.

"Uhm. Yeah. That's all I guess. But." His words trailed off.

"But?" she asked. "But what?"

"It's snowing. Bad. You sure you're ok staying up here alone? I mean, uhm, the drive doesn't get plowed."

This gave her pause to stop and think. Despite her experiences, being alone in a remote forest during a storm did sound daunting. With the tone of her voice sounding less annoyed, she asked what his opinion was. He explained that it could get bad, even these early spring storms, and that if she wanted to change her mind and head back toward the city he'd help her pack up her truck. She noticed that his gaze kept wandering from her eyes, obviously taking in her body. The other thing she noticed was the growing bulge in his faded jeans, and it appeared to be quite a pleasing one at that. Ideas were being created in her head, and it was apparent that this guy was ahead of her in that area.

"You're already up here, you might as well stay if you want," came her response and her voice definitely held an inviting tone that was at odds with her previous annoyance.

"You sure?" he asked, inwardly hoping that the invitation was more than just courtesy and at the same time felt himself grow harder.

Veronica nodded and teased him by saying, "I have a feeling we could find ways to pass the time and keep me safe." The look on his face was classic, almost amusing, filled with surprise. "Do you have a name, or do you intend on remaining a stranger?"

"Yeah. Uhm. I'm Jeff," came his unnerved answer.

"Jeff. Ok. Go get some wood," Veronica paused long enough to give a dual meaning to her demand, then winked at him and finished by saying, "And get the fire good and hot. When you're through with that you can get undressed and let me see you." Really, the guy's expression just continued to amuse her. Perhaps he'd never had such an encounter out of the blue. But then again neither had she. Veronica was an extremely conservative person, and used to being ordered around for sixty hours a week at the hospital where she worked. Lovers were few and far between. People tended to want more from her time-wise than she was able to give. Her one long-term boyfriend didn't work out and she shied away from getting hurt like that again.

Hearing the way she spoke to Jeff was like listening to someone else. She couldn't believe it was she who was actually speaking. It was thrilling to be so bold and to watch the effect it was having on her new friend. All sorts of ideas were forming in her mind, and she liked every one of them. As Jeff got the fire roaring, she sat on a built-in bunk and watched him move around as she removed her hiking boots. He was muscular and just about the same height as she was. It was indeed a pleasure to watch him work, and she liked the way the snow speckled his hair and shoulders when he came in from the woodpile.

When he was finished, he came over to her and stood there. It was obvious he was nervous about her second demand, almost as apparent as the raging hard-on that he was sporting. Knowing she couldn't turn back at this point, she beckoned him to come closer. Without wasting a moment he closed the small distance, and groaned when she reached up and squeezed his erection through his jeans. "Something wrong?" she asked.

He nodded and said "Oh, yeah," in a low and husky voice tinged with arousal. Deftly, Veronica unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. In seconds his hard cock sprang forth.

Veronica gasped at what she saw. It was even bigger than it seemed when it was in his jeans, probably a good ten inches long and six around at the base. She knew she'd have difficulty with its size no matter what she did with it, but without giving it another thought, she squeezed it again and brought her lips forward to encircle the head. Another groan escaped from Jeff and he eased his hips forward. Veronica brought up her other hand and used them both to jerk him off as she sucked him and licked him and did everything she could think of to tease him. She positively loved the way it throbbed beneath her tongue and fingers. His breathing made it apparent that if she continued on as she was, that she'd soon be on the receiving end of a huge load of hot cum. Gently, Jeff stepped back and away from her—Veronica figured he probably didn't want to let it fly too soon and admired him for that.

After tugging off his shirt, he kicked his boots from his feet. Still clad in jeans, he pulled her into a standing position. "Show me," he urged as he began pulling Veronica's sweater over her head; she offered no resistance. When he saw the dark blue lace bra she wore, he groaned again, but when she undid the clasp, his reaction was much more involuntary. His cock actually twitched. Hurriedly, she shed her own jeans and stood there wearing a smile and a g-string that matched the discarded bra. She pushed his jeans down to his ankles and he readily stepped out of them, and the two stood practically eye-to-eye. For a few moments simply looked at one another.

It was Veronica who moved first. She dropped back onto the edge of the bunk and urged him closer. For another ten minutes or so she resumed where she'd left off, the only sounds to be heard were that of the fire crackling, Jeff's occasional moans of pleasure, and the quiet but distinct sound of her sucking him off. Veronica could feel herself getting wetter by the minute and her clit was throbbing between her legs. It surprised her just how hot she was getting from giving him head—it was something she was never really big on before but somehow couldn't resist this time, and he didn't even ask her for it!

Again, Jeff pulled back but not away. This time he bent his knees a little and slid his erection up between her breasts. It was so wet from her mouth, it moved nicely against her skin, and she used both of her hands to tighten them around him. For a few minutes he tit-fucked her. She had quite the view and loved the way the head looked each time he thrust forward.

"Where do you want it?" he panted.

"Wherever you want to put it," was her whispered response. He said something to the effect of her wish being his command, and stood. Veronica looked up at him in confusion, but that quickly passed when he pushed her back onto the bed. He tore the g-string from her, and tossed the torn fabric aside.

"Nice," he moaned when he saw that her pussy was entirely shaved. Jeff bent over her for a minute, stroking his dick with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. He commented on her wetness, and then brought his fingers to his lips. "Yum," was all he said.

Pulling her forward so that her ass was at the very edge of the bunk, Jeff knelt between her legs and leaned forward. His lips were magic in their accuracy, and he took her throbbing clit into his mouth. She shivered every time he rolled his tongue over the hard flesh, and thought how easily he could make her come. Moaning, she asked him as she writhed against his lips, "Don't you want to come?"

"Of course I do," he said from between her legs before giving the pulsing clit a final little nibble. In a moment he was kneeling on the bunk, and the way he was silhouetted in the firelight was incredibly sexy. The light played on his skin, on his hair, creating a strangely sinister illusion. Using his hand to guide his huge cock, he rubbed the head against her clit, then down against her pussy-lips. "Mmmm, nice and wet," he murmured as he continued teasing her.

Just when Veronica thought she couldn't take any more of his teasing, Jeff plunged his dick into her soaking cunt. She arched her back at the feeling of it. His cock was so hard, so fucking big, that it hurt her. But the hurt was so good, she loved the way it filled her entirely and knew that she'd be walking funny when he was through with her. Jeff admired the way she looked beneath him, her long dark blonde hair fanned out beneath her, her tits bouncing with his every thrust.

He could feel her body adapting to his size as best it could, and loved the tight sheath that her pussy created for his shaft, and he fucked her like crazy. When Veronica wrapped one of her legs around his waist and brought the other up to rest on his shoulder, he marveled at her flexibility and then kissed the side of her foot. As he did so, the window caught his eye. Outside the day had degraded into whiteout conditions; images of an entire weekend of wild fucking filled his head. Jeff shifted his gaze back to the woman beneath him. She was smiling up at him. He continued pounding in and out of her to the extremes. On the outward movement he'd come back so that all but the head was out of her, then slam back to the hilt, and on the forward thrust he could feel that he was pushing the limits of her anatomy. Knowing that drove him wild and it made him go even faster. Jeff could tell that she was going to come any moment now, and thought about how rude she'd been when he first got to the cabin. Inwardly, he smirked and thought "Well no wonder. She just needed to be laid good and proper."

Jeff reached down and fondled her clit while he fucked her and that was what pushed her over the edge. The spasms of her pussy around his cock were intense, and she moaned her pleasure without a trace of self-consciousness. He could feel his balls tightening as his own orgasm approached and asked her in a whisper if her offer was still good. She cried out her answer by moaning his name over urging him on.

"Do it!" she moaned in a raspy whisper.

Thrusting in all the way, he let it go. His own body shook as his cock emptied spurt after spurt of cum into her. Their moans mingled together, and when she felt him erupting inside of her, Veronica came again. Jeff couldn't believe how it felt to have a girl come while he was, it had never happened to him before. It was so intense that it made him stop moving all together. There was so much of his own cum that he could feel it already starting to drip from her. She was so tight around him there really just wasn't any room for it. He collapsed onto her and they lay that way for a few minutes trying to catch their breath.

Nuzzling his lips against her ear, he whispered to her, "It's going to be a long weekend." Then he thought to himself, he'd have to thank his father for asking him to come prime the pump. He knew he'd never hear that phrase again without thinking of this afternoon.



Cabin 5032



"This was a great idea, Jen. I think it's going to be fun."

Debbie took a long drink from the straw poking out of a half-empty coconut. The flower attached to a swizzle stick tickled her nose. The scent of rum, cherry and orange invaded her senses.

"Well, I'm glad you decided to come," Jennifer answered. They touched their coconut drinks together as if toasting on New Year's Eve.

The two friends walked down the narrow hall of the cruise ship's fifth passenger deck. Debbie's sheer swimsuit cover waved in the air as she walked. It lay open, revealing her soft pink two-piece suit and tanned body.

Jennifer's shirt was a little heavier and longer, and also was open in the front to reveal her blue bikini. She had a Barbie-like waist, which exaggerated the ample breasts and hips on her tall frame.

Both had fine blonde hair that was still damp from their recent swim. Three more days in the Caribbean sun would lighten the hair even more. The twenty three year old women had planned the cruise for almost a year and both were excited on this first day at sea.

"Good afternoon, ladies."

A dark-haired young man in a light blue cruise line uniform stood outside an open cabin door, smiling broadly at the two women. A second uniformed man, even younger looking than the first, stood in the doorway.

Jennifer and Debbie smiled back and said "hi". Two pairs of eyes watched them proceed down the hallway until they stopped at their cabin, unlocked it and entered.

"5032. Maybe that's the one," the man outside the cabin said. The other man nodded silently.

Inside the cabin, Debbie put down her drink and pulled open the shade covering the porthole. Deep blue water below and lighter blue sky above met her eyes. In the distance, the outline of another cruise ship could be seen on the horizon, near the setting sun.

She curled one leg under her body and peered out.

"It's so peaceful," she said softly.

Jennifer already was out of her swimsuit and was pulling on panties. Debbie turned to see her friend dressing and secretly admired her features. At a petite 5'2", Debbie often yearned for a tall, shapely body like Jennifer's. Jennifer, of course, often craved a small frame with well-proportioned parts like Debbie's.

Debbie slid off the couch that doubled as a bed and slipped past her roommate in the tight cabin space. Jennifer was finishing pulling on shorts and a t-shirt. As Debbie rummaged through her drawer for clothes, Jennifer blow-dried her hair.

Neither girl felt uncomfortable in the confines of the cabin…yet. They had worked together for two years and socialized often. They didn't expect any problems sharing the room, but time would tell. So far so good.

As Debbie finally settled on an outfit and dressed, Jennifer brushed her hair and looked once more at herself in the mirror. Her nipples pressed firmly against the shirt she had tucked into her shorts, which were fashionably short. "Very nice," she thought to herself.

Debbie chose a tank top and shorts.

"You look great in that," Jennifer said as Debbie dried her hair.

"Thanks. I wonder why I go to the gym so much sometimes. Then I try to put on summer clothes."

The girls laughed together.

"You ready to go eat?" Debbie asked.

"Yep. Which way to the buffet?"

They pulled the door shut behind them and walked once more down the narrow hall, feeling the boat gently rock below them. As they passed the first hallway leading to the interior staterooms, they saw the two young men in uniforms leaning against a housekeeping cart. This time, there were smiles but no other comments.

Jennifer and Debbie ate a quick snack at the buffet, reminding each other that dinner in the main dining room wouldn't be until 8:30 that night. They both looked forward to dressing up for the dinners, especially the one formal dinner that would be held later in the cruise.

For now, the meal was light and the talk relaxing. Darkness was just beginning to fall on the waters outside as the girls headed for the ship's casino. Each of them put $20 into slot machines with Debbie the only one able to cash out at close to the same amount one half hour later.

"Not only did I blow the twenty," Tiffany whined, "but, there isn't a single guy in here I'd consider spending ten minutes with."

"I know," Debbie agreed. "I think that bar on deck eight may be our best bet after dinner."

"OK. We'll try that."

Below, two men stood inside the darkness of cabin 5032. One of them was placing duct tape over the light switch by the door. The other was fumbling with a small duffle bag. He pulled out two small plastic spray bottles, keeping one and giving the other to his partner. The same was done with two strips of cloth, two ski masks and two switchblades.

The makeshift gags were stuffed in their back pockets along with the knives. The masks were pulled down tight over their heads. In dark jogging suits, they were virtually invisible. Then they waited—one in the bathroom and one in the closet just inside the door.

At 8 p.m., the two women were outside the door to their cabin. Jennifer slid her credit card size 'key' into the lock, withdrew it and watched for the green light to flash. When it did, she opened the door.

The faintly lit hall did little to illuminate the entranceway. Jennifer reached for the light switch. Nothing. She slid her hand across the wall as the girls edged inside the cabin. She continued to feel for the switch, her fingers gliding over nothing that felt right.

"Well…," she muttered. She was completely inside the room and Debbie was nearly all the way in. Both took another step. Now Jennifer was searching the wall from shoulder height to her waist. "Where the hell…"

Jennifer heard a rustle to her left first. Before it had even registered in her mind, she heard what sounded like a spray. At the same instant that Debbie heard her friend gasp, the spray also entered her eyes.

Both girls let out the first sound of a scream as their eyes exploded in pain. As soon as their mouths opened, hands were cupped over them. Blinded and dazed, the girls were pulled forward and the door was slammed shut behind them.

Jennifer bumped up against a couple bodies as the room burst into frenzied action. A gag was placed in her mouth and tied tightly behind her head. She choked on the combination of residual spray and the cloth before being able to breathe again. By then, a soft mask had been pulled over her head. It smelled and felt like a ski mask, but with no hole for her nose or mouth.

She wanted desperately to shout to Debbie, asking if she was all right. Instead, she was led by the arm farther inside the cabin. By the noises around her, she surmised Debbie was also in the room. Beyond that, she knew or understood nothing except for the fact her eyes burned intolerably.

She was pushed forward and stumbled into the couch. A hand on her shoulder forced her to sit awkwardly, almost causing her to fall on the floor. One more shove on the shoulder and she was laying flat on her back.

Jennifer felt a hand grab her ankle. A second later, her shoe was yanked off. The same thing happened to the other foot and now it became real. The thought that passed through her mind earlier without conscious recognition—the thought that she was going to be raped—came back. She was blind, in pain and helpless.

Her hands instinctively came up in front of her to ward off the unseen attacker. Even though she felt him climb on the couch and straddle her legs, she could not reach him with her hands. Instead, two hands roughly clutched her wrists and her arms were thrown apart.

Jennifer considered the power of the man's movements and lay still. The next time she felt his hands, they were tugging at the bottom of her t-shirt. The shirt was pulled from inside her shorts. She felt the material slide across her stomach and toward her breasts.

The hands touched her bare skin, sending chills through Jennifer's body. More gently now, the fingers skimmed over her ribs until stopping at the base of her breasts, inside her shirt. After a brief pause, the hands covered her breasts. They moved back and forth, up and down, as if measuring their fullness.

Revulsion flowed through the woman. She reached for the mask covering her face.

Violently, the man gripped her arm. A second later a clicking sound was heard near her chest. Jennifer twitched in pain and terror as the point of a very sharp object made contact with the side of her neck below the mask. A knife, she thought. Held without a sound, pressed firmly against her skin to relay a message. She lay still again.

The point of the knife retreated from her neck. Her shirt was pushed higher. The man reached under her to free the back of the shirt and pulled it up. One more lifting of the shirt in front and Jennifer felt the cool night air hit her naked breasts.

A cold, hard object tapped against one nipple, followed by a prick signaling the return of the knife. Jennifer held her breath. The tip of the knife moved across her right breast to her left. Again, it traced the outline of her areola.

There was a pause before two hands snatched the shirt up over the girl's head. Jennifer stretched out her arms, allowing the garment to be pulled off. She felt incredibly vulnerable. Despite years of wearing nothing under skimpy shirts, she never realized until now how much security they provided.

Debbie was experiencing similar feelings. Her tank top had been removed soon after she was thrown onto the other couch. Hands kneaded her breasts and squeezed her nipples until they ached. Her attempts to call out in anger and frustration were met with fingers wrapped tightly around her neck until she calmed down. Then the hand returned to her naked breast.

Jennifer felt the man above her move. Without any other warning, a warm wet sensation engulfed her left breast. A tongue was lapping at her nipple while the rest of the mouth closed around it. The man sucked on the breast while pushing it up with his hand. His tongue worked furiously on Jennifer's nipple, causing it to grow noticeably.

Jennifer cursed her attacker. She had always had sensitive breasts and found any contact with her nipples extremely arousing. It was only because of the circumstances that she wished he would stop.

His mouth moved to the opposite breast. Following a few light licks, the hard sucking continued. Jennifer felt it clear to her pussy.

When the licking stopped and the man could be felt moving again, Jennifer feared the worst. Fingers met at the button at the top of her shorts. She felt the shorts loosen around her waist. She heard, and felt, the zipper being lowered. She considered kicking upward real hard, but valued her life too much. And Debbie's.

Debbie was already feeling her shorts being tugged off her legs. Naked now except for her panties, she shook uncontrollably and cried under the mask. Her attacker waited, apparently looking at his victim in the miniscule light that existed in the moonlit cabin.

She felt his hands move up the inside of her creamy thighs. They pushed her legs apart and continued over her panty-covered pussy. His fingers crossed over the opening to her vagina and traced around the flaps of skin on either side. Debbie's entire body jerked when he reached her clit.

More gently, he pulled the panties down her legs using the waistband. Debbie felt the material clear her feet. She was naked; scared; alone, even in a crowded cabin. How could she be this naked with a man and be this miserable? How could she survive what was going to happen to her? What would it feel like?

Jennifer felt the cold metal of the ever-present knife on the inside of her thigh. It moved up. It pulled against the fabric of her panties. Then it made an awful cutting sound and the tight panties became loose around her waist and ass.

The knife touched the other thigh. It cut again. The panties were lifted off her body.

Jennifer's heart raced. Her long, nude body was trapped under an unknown assailant. An assailant who now stepped off the couch. Jennifer heard zippers being opened and what sounded like clothes being taken off. Not a word was spoken. She thought she heard crying-like sounds from the other couch. The darkness was total.

She jumped when a hand touched her shoulder, then proceeded down to her breast. It passed over the nipple and advanced to her stomach. She knew it wouldn't stop. She knew from the feeling in the pit of her stomach what would happen next.

What surprised her was the fact that when the hand reached her clit, she didn't turn her hips away. She froze. She felt the fingers grope for the piece of flesh between the folds of skin. And find it.

Jennifer gasped. The fingers went lower. They slid between her legs and found her vagina. Pressing her legs tighter together, she prevented the hand from entering her. So, the hand withdrew.

There was movement. He was on the couch again—spreading her legs again. Wider.

Then Jennifer felt it. The hardness of it against her pussy wasn't frightening or shocking. It rubbed against her, up to her clit. Damn, it felt almost pleasant. He let it rest there.

Eventually, he moved up so the cock rested on one of Jennifer's nipples. The man took her left hand and placed it on the shaft. Jennifer pressed it down onto her breast. Then, without any other instructions, began rolling the cock back and forth over her nipple.

She felt the cock harden and grow, blood pulsing through it rapidly. Her nipple also responded.

After a brief time, the man backed up once more. Jennifer felt his hands on her waist, followed by his cock at the entrance to her vagina. She held her breath…felt the head of the cock push forward…and whimpered when it entered her. It was a strong, steady thrust.

What little wetness that had accumulated because of the manipulation of her nipples softened the brunt of his entry. The man's hips met hers and he was in completely.

Immediately, he began fucking the girl.

Debbie bit down on her gag as the attacker entered her. His cock stretched the entrance to her cunt and seemed to rise to her stomach. With fast, long strokes, he began entering her repeatedly.

The girl had never had a man as thick as this one. The combination of pain and anxiety sent unfamiliar sensations through her body. But, when his hands settled on her nipples, recognizable feelings returned. The more he squeezed them the more she responded.

Unknowingly, her cunt contracted around his cock. She felt it hit against the walls of her vagina and against her cervix. It was warm and hard and long.

Jennifer felt her breasts vibrate rhythmically with her rapist's thrusts. His hands lifted her ass off the couch slightly. Occasionally, he would squeeze her butt. Other times, he would lift her by the hips.

She clenched her fists and wanted to strike back. But, his forceful drives pushed her back against the couch each time.

Jennifer sensed a change when his hands clutched her breasts. He gripped them tightly, squeezing and pushing. On about every third or fourth plunge into her cunt, he would stop and groan. The cock inside her felt bigger, if that was possible.

Then he came. Suddenly and with great energy. With an urgent grunt from above and a desperate push of the cock inside her, Jennifer felt warm cum hit her vagina wall. The man stabbed into her over and over, shooting hot streams of cum each time.

She felt his chest press against her breasts as he lowered himself to try to get even deeper inside her. He thrust three more times. Then collapsed on top of her.

Debbie heard the results of Jennifer's assailant's orgasm. Apparently, so did the man fucking her. He, too, began cumming. He pulled Debbie's petite hips toward him as he propelled himself into her. She could feel his cum accumulating inside her. She felt it spread over her pussy lips as he pulled his cock out and plunged it in again. She lifted her hips voluntarily.

Stop, she thought. Stop before I don't want you to. The sounds he produced and the feel of his thick cock excited her, despite the dreadful state of affairs. She couldn't cum. She wouldn't cum.

The man, however, came for what seemed forever. Debbie felt the cock eventually soften and when he withdrew it, she felt empty. His mouth was on her breasts, sucking peacefully now.

Jennifer and Debbie breathed slightly easier as the men got off the couches. Was that the end? Would they leave now? Would I live?

Still, not a sound came from the men. Fifteen minutes of relative silence passed. Only the occasional sound in the center of the room signaled the girls were not alone.

Debbie was just beginning to relax a little when her couch moved. Someone was near her feet. Now they were between her legs. Two hands once again forced her legs wider apart.

Not again, she screamed to herself. Please.

She waited for the hard shaft to find her cunt again. But, it wasn't hard. It was wet and it moved up to her clit.

A tongue was lapping at her clit. Then a pair of lips was wrapped around it. A wonderful, sensual feeling overcame her. The tongue pressed harder against her engorged clit.

My God, don't stop. Lick it. Suck it. Please let me cum.

Hands were under her ass, lifting her higher. She obliged and forced her pussy into the face above it. She wanted the tongue to fuck her.

The man who had been inside Jennifer a few minutes earlier had every intention of putting his once-again hard cock inside this small girl. But her actions made him think twice. Now he licked her more intensely.

Yes, Debbie said to herself. There. Right there.

She moaned and rocked her hips upward. Within a few minutes, she was on the verge of an orgasm. She wanted to scream at him not to stop. The only thing that came to her mind was to put her hands on the back of his head and hold him in place. So she did.

Her orgasm exploded deep inside her cunt. Everyone in the room heard her cry through the gag. The man sucking her certainly felt it in her body.

Debbie's small frame quivered, rising and falling on the couch. She shook her head back and forth with each wave of an orgasm. And the man continued attacking her clit. With it deep in his mouth, Debbie couldn't stop cumming. Nor did she want to.

One minute…two minutes passed. Her body fell to the couch in a heap. Exhausted and spent.

Two men, thoroughly aroused now, raped once again—and then left the cabin after taping the girls' hands behind their backs.

It took only a few minutes for the two friends to work each other free. They pulled off the ski masks and hugged each other with tears flowing down their cheeks. It would be little use reporting the crime. They were alive. That was enough. 



Cabin #84



'How was your nap, baby?' my boyfriend, Noah, says to me as I tug my robe around me and make my way down the stairs. I immediately notice the overall warmth from the roaring fire in the fireplace which also creates a very calming amber glow to the room. Sitting on the couch in nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt I sigh as I make my way over to him. Laying on the couch on my back, my head in his lap, I smile as he leans forward to kiss me. 

Smoothing his hands under the folds of my robe he traces the curves of my thighs, over my hips and moves up to slide the light fabric aside on my silk cami top. It's easy for him to see how aroused he gets me; my nipples are fully erect and wanting attention. Cupping my breast with his hand, his thumb circling my nipple causes a moan of desire from deep within me.

Noah can barely whisper to me as he says 'Grace, I have missed you and you know I would like nothing more than to take you to the floor and make love to you right now but I need to tell you that I have another surprise for you'. I stare up at him in disbelief and say 'Noah, you've done enough. This cabin is beautiful, the lingerie is fantastic, I don't need anything else'. 

My head is swimming with the idea that his surprises seem to never end. When I got home from work last night I found Noah in my living room, a small suitcase packed for me and instructions to change into comfortable clothes. After a 4 hour drive, stopping only for dinner, we arrived just before midnight. Noah and I had discussed taking a vacation together but I had no idea he had this all planned. After a week of not seeing each other it was definitely a nice surprise. However, I didn't realize the extent of his planning until I opened my suitcase earlier this morning and found it full of new clothes and lingerie...apparently he doesn't plan on us leaving the cabin all weekend which in my current state of contentment is fine with me.

I return my focus to Noah as he is reminding me of a conversation we had a couple months ago about having a third person join us. To that I add 'Noah, I don't want just anyone with us, I want someone we both like' and he tells me he found someone and he's pretty sure I'll like him. As if on cue there's a knock on the door. I flash Noah a questioning glance wondering how long he's held on to this little plan of his.

Sitting up to let Noah up off the couch he moves to answer the door. I take one look at the figure in the doorway and realize what Noah has done. Last night on our way to the cabin we stopped at a small roadside bar for dinner. During dinner I had commented to Noah that I thought the bartender was attractive, a bit young but certainly nice to look at. Noah obviously took that thought and ran with it. 'You were the bartender at the bar we stopped at last night' I said to our guest as I smiled with a mixture of embarrassment as well as heated desire. 

I got up from the couch and moved over toward both men and Noah introduces me. 'Grace, this is Rob. Last night after dinner when you went out to the car, I had gone up to the bar and asked Rob if he had heard of this resort. I wanted to double check our directions before we continued our drive. Turns out he works as the caretaker of the resort for his great Aunt & Uncle during the winter months. I've talked to him about what we want; he's fully on board with it if you'll have him'. 

As I listen to Noah I find myself eyeing Rob from head to toe, sizing him up. I'm guessing he's mid-twenties in age. His choice of clothing only hints at the broad shoulders giving way to a lean torso and slim hips. He is what some might call 'eye candy', that's for sure. Knowing Noah would not ask me to do something I was not comfortable with, I move over to Rob, now standing next to Noah and say to both men 'Let's go relax in the hot tub first' as I take Rob's hand to lead him upstairs. 

I turn to look back at Noah and can see this new venture is a complete turn on for him. He's still standing in the same spot I left him however the growth underneath his boxers is a clear indication that he is definitely on board with this.

As I lead Rob through the master bedroom to the hot tub on the patio, I notice the bottle of Tequila is still in the cooler from last night and I reach for it. Noah has arrived, already stripped of his shirt and making fast progress with shedding his boxers. I remove my robe letting it fall in a pool of silk at my feet leaving me with nothing but a barely there cami top and matching boy short lace trimmed panties. 

Noah moves in behind me, pressing himself up against me leaving no question in my mind as to how turned on he is. If I let him I'm sure he'd bend me over and ram his cock into my already warm and swollen pussy without hesitation. However I sense this experience with Rob means just as much to him as it will to me so I resist pushing back and grinding my hips into him, tempting him more than necessary. 

Raising my cami top slowly over my breasts I raise my arms as Noah slides it off over my head. Running his fingertips under the lace waistband he then slowly lowers my panties to my feet, not missing the opportunity to run his warm hands down my thighs. As Rob is undressing he is watching the scene unfold before him with Noah and I. He might even be questioning his presence among us, however I glimpse a smile across his full lips and realize he's thoroughly enjoying the show. 

As we all move in to the hot tub, Rob and Noah sit across from each other and I move over to Rob, facing him as I sit on his lap. I reach over for the bottle of Tequila and with a puzzled look on his face I say to Rob 'We have our own way of doing shots of Tequila but I think you'll enjoy it'. I instruct Rob to stick out his tongue and as I lightly shake salt on his tongue I take a swig from the Tequila bottle. 

Immediately I move in to take Rob's tongue in my mouth, sucking all the salt off it while coaxing his tongue further into my mouth by moving in closer. Rob reaches around my hips to pull me into him, pressing me against him as I work on his tongue, both of us tasting the Tequila and salt between us. 

I feel Noah move in closer behind me and he whispers in my ear 'This is so hot watching you with Rob' as he reaches around and cups my breasts exposed above the waterline, teasing my nipples with his fingertips. As I lean my head back while Noah kisses my neck, I can feel Rob teasing my thighs farther apart with firm hands. Sliding two fingers inside me, Rob is now expertly tempting my g-spot with his fingertip while his thumb works wonders on my throbbing clit underwater.

Small deep throated moans turn into racing gasps for breath as my body gets assaulted with pleasure by both Rob and Noah. With Noah being a very giving and experienced lover I have always been fully satisfied by him, but I have never had all my erotic hot spots tempted at once. Noah can sense I am on the edge of an orgasm, almost desperate for it to overtake me. 

Turning my head to the side to face Noah, his mouth fully takes over mine in a very hungry kiss. Breaking away long enough to allow me to catch my breath, his words are the final straw to my body's resistance 'Cum for us baby, I want to hear you scream for me'. Unable to resist I give in to the waves of pleasure overtaking me, throw my head back, arch my back and cry out 'Oh god this is so good' as Rob continues to pleasure me to the end of my orgasm.

Nearly breathless, I slide off Rob's lap to regain my sanity and hear Noah ask Rob to move to the bedroom to wait for us. Rob climbs out of the hot tub and Noah moves over in front of me. Cradling my face in his hands he asks me 'Are you ready baby, do you think you can handle both of us?' with a devilish grin. I tell him I most certainly can handle them both and quite frankly look forward to it.

He helps me out of the hot tub and takes my hand as he leads me to the bedroom where Rob is waiting. Rob has made himself comfortable in the middle of the bed, propped up against the headboard with pillows behind his back, legs spread out on the bed, stroking himself while waiting for us. I move to the foot of the bed and climb up on the edge of the mattress, crawling toward Rob.

Noah has followed me onto the bed and I turn to him and say 'Babe, why don't you slide in next to us on the bed while I work on Rob's cock for a while'. Noah grins in agreement, moves to a position where he can get a good view and kneels on the bed to watch. Knowing this is already too much for him to sit idly by he begins working on himself, letting out a low moan as I move closer to Rob.

When I reach Rob I ask him if I can help him out by sucking on him as I reach one hand to feel how sensitive he is to having his balls played with. The slightest touch causes a gasp from Rob that can only be interpreted as need. Knowing he likes this is a bigger turn on for me. Kneeling between his spread legs I begin fondling, teasing and rubbing with one hand on his balls and move to support his very hard cock in the other hand. 

Running my tongue at the very base of him all the way to the tip, circling the head, teasing with my lips and thoroughly coating his cock with the load of precum already formed on the tip, he is squirming on the bed. Placing both his hands on the back of my head he guides me closer to him and I offer no resistance. As my wet lips and full tongue slowly engulf him, taking in every inch of him he rolls his head back and says 'This is so fucking good, don't stop'. 

Sparing a quick glance over at Noah I can see he is very aroused, still kneeling on the bed he has gotten out the bottle of lube and is now easily sliding his hand up and down his shaft, keeping himself fully ready for me. I continue working on Rob, backing off on my intensity when I sense he is getting close to his release which seems to be throwing him into a tailspin each time. I secretly question whether Rob has ever had a woman suck on him the way he's reacting.

After a few minutes of watching me pleasure Rob, I can tell Noah is getting impatient. He starts to move behind me as I continue to kneel in front of Rob and tells me "I want to fuck you while you suck Rob's cock right in front of me' and takes hold of my hips. Knowing Noah isn't one to take without any thought to my pleasure he begins rubbing his cock up against my ass, pulling me closer into him and grinding his hips against me. 

Kneeling behind me he leans over my back, moving my hair off my neck and kissing me as he whispers 'Spread your legs Grace, I want to feel all of you'. As I spread my knees further apart, arching my back to fully expose my warm slit for him he groans his approval, leaning back to view what he knows is his. I can feel him take his own cock in his hands, moving it up and down the crack in my ass all the way down to my clit. He loves doing this and he knows it teases me to no end, leaving me begging for him to fill me.

With one hand he reaches around my waist, fingers moving toward my already wet pussy and spreads apart the smooth skin, working expertly on my clit which causes a gasp of pleasure, momentarily interrupting my concentration on Rob. Releasing Rob's wet cock from my mouth I throw my head back and beg for Noah to take me 'Please baby, I want you inside me now'. I hear a slight murmur from Noah and the next thing I feel is the tip of his cock barely entering my wet pussy. 

I push my hips back into him hoping to speed along the feeling of him totally filling me and plunging deep inside me. When I'm not sure I can bear the suspense anymore he says to me 'You want it baby, like this?' and with one full push of his hips he has totally entered me from behind, putting his hand on the small of my back to steady himself as he thrusts farther and faster inside me. 

The feeling of having Noah inside me, my pussy now thoroughly soaked from the lube that coated his cock, and his fingers flicking my clit toward orgasm is too much to bear. As I work the tip of Rob's cock with my tongue I keep my hand sliding up and down, getting him closer and closer to filling my hand with his hot cum. I can sense Rob is getting closer to release; his hips are moving up toward me, asking me to take him there. 

With one more plunge into my mouth I can feel Rob's balls tighten, his cock pulses with pleasure as he begins to release. I finish him off with my hand, stroking him slowly as he begins shooting his juices all over my fingers and filling my hand with hot cum. He is calling out to me 'Oh yes Grace, god this feels so good' as his body slowly descends from the height of his pleasure. 

Both hands now free from Rob I steady myself for Noah, gripping the blanket on the bed, sensing he is turned on to the fullest extent by sharing me with another man. Looking up at Rob still on the bed in front of me, barely a breath away in distance his eyes meet mine and he says 'Let me watch you while you cum for Noah, let me see him fuck you' and moves in to kiss me hard, demanding my tongue in his mouth as he sucks on it. 

I can barely breathe as Noah continues to get me closer and closer to an immense orgasm. Rocking with the intensity of Noah ramming me from behind I tell him I am close, begging him not to stop. Spreading my knees further apart, leaning back into Noah and giving Noah's fingers the fullest access to that sweet target of orgasm I cry out 'Noah, don't stop, fuck me while I cum on your cock', my body now convulsing from the pulses deep inside me. 

Noah continues plunging deep inside me as my wetness surrounds his cock; he slows down just enough to feel my pussy tightening around him with every wave of my orgasm. Feeling my body giving in to his he moves both hands to my hips Noah calls out to me 'Oh god Grace, god you are so good to me' as he slides faster and harder inside me. Matching his rhythm as he fucks me from behind I can feel his grip tighten on my hips, shooting his warmth deep inside me. With a low groan of satisfaction Noah leans forward and kisses my shoulders as he remains inside me until able to catch his breath.

The three of us, now fully satisfied, lounge on the bed making small talk. Seems a bit odd to be asking Rob personal questions after what we've just shared but it's interesting to hear about the work he does at the resort. Noah gets up to get us all some wine and when he returns I pull him in close for a kiss as he sits next to me. Noah smiles and says to me 'Grace, I have another surprise. I didn't just rent this cabin for the weekend; I leased it for the entire season. We can come here whenever we want' as his gaze moves over to Rob. 

Knowing what Noah is implying I turn to Rob and smile a very delicious smile at him.



Cabin: A Welcome Visitor



I hear a knock at the door of my cabin late at night. I open it to see bedraggled wet cold man. I bring you inside and show you to bathroom. Where I lay out a pair of boxers, a T- shirt, and robe and leave, letting you shower as I make some hot cocoa. I know I'm taking risk but I'm guess I'm hospitable. So I settle down in living room waiting for you to appear. 

You walk out looking much better in the black silk boxers and T-shirt. The dark blue robe open as you dry your black hair. I hand you the glass of scotch and you say thanks and collapse into a chair. 

"So, I ask, where are you from. What's your name? By the way I'm Jenna," I say glancing over at your face. The slight stubble from not shaving showing in the light. 

"I'm Jackson," you seem troubled and tired. The dark rings under your eyes tell me so. I walk over hand you the hot cocoa letting my fingers linger on yours. 

"Not a talker, no problem. I love to talk in fact people tell me I talk too much." I laugh trying to make you smile but all I get is a weak tired grin. I keep quiet for a moment and watch as you sip at cocoa your eyes fighting to stay open. 

"You look tired," before I can offer a place to sleep your eyes have shut and you have drifted off. I lay you out on chair. I notice how cold you feel and I'm concerned. I slip my clothing off keeping my thin panties on snagging a warm blanket and wrap us up in it. I rub my body to yours and your eyes open sleepy but alive. I kiss you deeply trying to keep you awake. My hands find your cock and I stroke it to hardness. You seem half asleep still and after feeling your body return to a normal temperature I let you sleep your head pillowed upon my soft breasts. I find it difficult to sleep with a grown man on me. Especially such an attractive one. 

My hands seem to find reasons to run all over your body as you sleep. Wondering what kind of lover you are. My thoughts finally slow and I drift into sleep a hot dream of pure passion. You wake confused and bewildered not able to remember much of what happened after your Motorcycle flung you into a snow drift. You dimly recall wandering in snow but not much else. You still feel as if you are dreaming seeing a beautiful sexy woman in your arms. Wondering what happened and hoping you did nothing stupid. You were here looking for your pen pal a woman you adored and who wasn't expecting you. 

You glance at me and notice my soft creamy skin my uncovered breasts. You hope you didn't do anything insulting and wonder if I can help you find your pen pal. You see my eyes flutter open and you feign sleep. I let my hands run down your chest kissing your lips glad you look well rested. I stand and stretch, you watch peeking through your eyelashes sighing in relief as you see I'm wearing panties. I turn at noise and your eyes flash open. I look like a deer caught in headlights my hands covering my breasts. The blanket is still covering your lower half, but you can feel your body responding to such innocent sex appeal. 

"I'm Jenna," I whisper suddenly confronted with a fully functioning man. The bulge telling all, I hold out a hand, realizing too late that I've uncovered my breast the dark hard nipple aching for touch. You mouth opens and shuts as you take in who I am that you found what you were looking for and more. Your eyes almost possessively cover my body noting the dark puckered nipple. I blush at the scrutiny and you stand up. The blanket drops revealing your hard cock. My hand finally moves to cover my chest again. Your hands slowly pry my arms away glancing at me in my full naked beauty. 

"I'm impressed," you say your warm voice seductive. I feel awkward suddenly glancing down at floor. 

You lift my chin and say, "I'm Jackson, your pen pal." I have no time to respond as we kiss my hesitation melting away. My legs creep up your thighs and you pick me up and ask, "Where is the bedroom?" 

I gesture and you carry me there laying us on bed gently covering my body in kissed before asking, "I've got to have you now. May I?" Your fingers part my pussy as I nod and moan a resounding YES. My hips lifting to meet your cock. We loose track of the entire world as we spend our time in a passionate embrace. Finally panting and sweating our passion subdued do I say how glad I am we finally met.



Cabin at the Lake



All the characters are over 18. There is a hint of male bisexuality but the action is all MFM. I owe a special thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance. Please be assured that any mistakes that remain are my own. Enjoy.

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Something scurried along the wall under the window. I tried to convince myself it was just leaves brushing against the window. There were at least two things wrong with that theory. The first could be dismissed as exaggeration brought on by near panic, namely that the sheer loudness of the sound suggested claws that were at least six inches long, much too noisy to be attributed to a couple of dry leaves cavorting in the breeze off the lake. The second problem with my leaf theory was harder to get around. There were no trees on this side of the cabin.

I reached stealthily for my phone, not sure why I was trying to be stealthy. My heart was pounding so hard in my ears the walls were probably vibrating. I fumbled with the phone, nearly dropping it several times. I could never remember how to turn on the flashlight app without keying in the code. A fact my twin brothers attributed to stereotypic female technologic ineptitude. It was their fault I was stuck in this sagging bed, in a dark room with some woodland monster about to eat my face off. Assholes.

The room was nearly pitch black. The glow from the screen would be bright enough to allow me to at least identify what it was that was about to dispatch me in that utterly indifferent manner of nature in the raw. I flipped the phone open and pointed it at the wall beneath the window. A pair of yellow eyes glowed back at me. Before I could muster the breath to scream, a shadow shifted and two blue eyes glowed. They swiveled, fixing on my phone. As they did, they too turned yellow. When a third pair of eyes - blue again - blinked on, my paralysis broke.

I skipped the scream and bolted from the bed, pulling the door closed behind me. I ran down the hall, skidded to a stop in front of the first door, Terry's room. I was too spooked for protocol, besides he was my brother. It was only the three of us in this demon-infested hovel. A light glowed softly beneath the door. Good - he was still up, probably reading one of those covert military novels he devoured. I pushed the door open and ducked into Terry's room, closing the door with my butt in the event the demons had made it out of my room and were at this very moment racing over the ceiling hoping to leap through the door and decapitate me with a swipe of a paw or the snap of a toothsome maw. 

My terror melted in surprise. Terry was in bed. So was Gary. Terry was on his hands and knees gaping at me. Gary's erection bounced just beneath his slack jaw. Gary was peeking around Terry's leg, one hand on Terry's leg, the other still wrapped around his brother's cock.

Terry and I found our voices at the same time.

"What the fuck?" we shouted in passable harmony. 

I heard Gary groan as his head dropped back on the bed.

"Ever hear of knocking, Donna? Jesus fucking Christ." He scrambled out of bed, reaching for his, or maybe Gary's, boxers lying on the floor. 

"What the fuck do you want?" He screamed. Neither of my brothers every screamed at me. I was their baby sister. 

"There's something in my room." My voice tittered, recovered and then broke. As I began to cry I got pissed. It wasn't my idea to spend the summer in this shithole. Plus, how the fuck was I supposed to know my brothers were gay for each other?

Gary climbed out of bed and glanced around. He could find nothing to put on. It wasn't the fact they were naked that bothered me. Our family was not hung up on our bodies. We, mom and pop included, often went skinny-dipping. We didn't go out of our way to flaunt our bodies but we weren't ashamed of them either.

Gary was the quieter twin. I would often find myself looking back over the day trying to recall if I had heard him speak. He communicated with smiles, shrugs and soft eyes. He reached for my shoulder. His boner was fading but not yet gone. It was distracting and it stoked my anger.

"Hey, sis relax. Probably the wind."

"The fucking wind doesn't have fucking eyes that fucking glow yellow and blue, not even in this hemorrhoid on the ass of the earth fucking dump."

"Come on," Terry snapped at our brother. "The sooner we check it out the sooner we can get back to bed." 

Gary's mouth twitched but I ignored him. Terry stomped out of the room. Gary followed, not stomping. I crouched behind Gary. Three demons but two of them seemed on the small side vs. two brothers. I might have a chance to run for it.

"Okay you big scary monsters here come Donna's mean old big brothers," Terry sing-songed as he opened the door to my room.

I heard a hiss and a scramble. Terry yelped. It was a high-pitched yelp and I found it immensely satisfying. He jumped back and slammed the door. 

"I fucking told you asshole. There is something in my room," I hissed as I hit him on the back of the shoulder with the heel of my hand.

He spun around and grabbed my wrist before I could whack him again. 

"Did you leave your window open?" 

"Yeah, it's like 130 fucking degrees in there."

"Uh," he snarled. "Did you happen to notice there were no screens?"

"So? I'm not afraid of a few mosquitoes. I was baking in there."

"Oh, okay you aren't afraid of mosquitoes but apparently you're a teensy weensy bit put off by raccoons?"

"Raccoons?"

"Raccoons." He replied with a smirk. "A momma and two babies and by the glance I got they are thoroughly enjoying eating your granola bars." He smirked again. "I think the momma has your panties on her head."

My own lack of clothing was not something I had paid attention to, up until that moment anyway.

"So I sleep in the buff? So what? At least it isn't so I can suck my brother's cock." I was still pissed that he had screamed at me.

I felt Gary's arms wrap around me from behind. I also felt his soft cock press against the small of my back. His arms crossed over my chest and his hands wrapped around my upper arms. He began to rock me. Terry had always been my protector. Gary was a protector, too but his primary role was as my comforter. 

"Is that why you're so upset?" he whispered and his breath tickled the side of my neck. 

"Why would that upset me?" I snapped sarcastically. "I find out my brothers never bothered to tell me they're gay and that they are incestuous lovers. No, I'm not upset by that at all. Or the fact that you two stuck me way the hell down the hall. Or that when I was scared you fucking screamed at me." 

The final sentence was screamed at Terry. Gary's grip tightened and he shushed me.

Terry managed to look halfway contrite. "Yeah, I screamed but I think an independent jury would concede I had justification."

Terry grinned at that and stepped toward us. He hugged me from the front, his arms reaching around Gary and me. They had hugged me like this before but we were much younger - and clothed. 

I tried to squirm out of their grip but just as when we were younger, the effort was purely a matter of good form. It felt good to be swaddled between my two brothers who I knew would do anything for me. 

"We aren't gay," Terry whispered.

"Uh huh, you both went to med school on top of law school without telling anyone and were just checking each other for ticks. I see. What a dumb fucking blonde I am." I could feel Gary stifling a giggle against my shoulder and I elbow him. "I am going to med school boneheads and I am pretty sure smoking pole makes you gay."

Terry pulled away, laughing. "Smoking pole? Seriously? What? Are you a closet Penthouse reader?" 

I gave him my best don't-make-me-kill-you glare. He laughed harder.

"Seriously, other guys do nothing for us. This will sound even more stupid than 'smoking pole' but it is more like masturbating than having sex with someone else."

"Give me a huge, gigantic, fucking break."

"No sis," Gary spoke from behind me. I realized he had been kissing along the top of my shoulder. "It's true. Terry and I are almost like one person who somehow got split in two. I know what he's going to say before he says it. He knows what I'm feeling. It used to drive mom and dad crazy. They tried to separate us but we cried so much they always put us in the same crib. Later, before we could walk we'd both climb out and sleep cuddled on the floor."

That part I know is true. Mom repeated that story often enough. It was getting hard to ignore the feel of Gary's lips on my shoulder and back of my neck.

"Later," Terry took up where Gary stopped. "We would start out in our own beds, then jump into one bed or the other as soon as mom and dad said 'good night' and click off the light. We learned to wake up and move back to our own beds before mom came in to get us up for school. I swear we had our first wet dream not only on the same night but at the same time." He stopped suddenly, a look in his eye and he turned back toward his, Gary's, their, whoever the fuck's room.

"Come on," he called over his shoulder.

Gary let go of me and a wave of disappointment washed over me. I noticed his penis had started to get hard. 

I followed him not even trying to pretend I wasn't watching the way his butt cheeks moved against each other as he walked. 

When we entered the room, Terry motioned Gary to join him.

"Close your eyes," he instructed.

"Why?" Even at twenty-two I could not shed my instinctive distrust of my older brothers.

"Just do it, " Terry snapped. When Gary nodded I closed my eyes.

"Our bodies changed at the same time, at the same rate and in the same way." I heard them moving around. "I bet you can't tell us apart. Open your eyes."

The stood side by side, each holding one part of a sheet that hide their faces. 

"Oh come on. I never paid any attention to your dicks." That wasn't totally true. What girl doesn't wonder about what a boy looks like and if that girl has brothers, how does she deal with her curiosity? By peeking of course. I didn't think that was weird.

"Fine but do you see any differences?"

I was disconcerted to realize I wasn't sure who had spoken. Where their voices really that much alike?

"Don't be bashful. Come look."

I stepped closer and a floorboard creaked loudly enough to make me jump. It was easier to start with their chests. The hair was the same dark color. The thickness was the same. It spread across both sets of well-defined pecs in the same pattern. It sprouts around two identical sets of dark brown areolas. Each areola had a matching small mole orbiting it. The hair coalesced and ran down two identical bellies, widening a bit around two perfectly shaped belly buttons and then raced in a thin line to meet a coarser, curly clump of hair.

My eyes fixed on their dicks. As if aware of my stare, both began to lengthen, both pulsed in time. How could that be? Their heart rates are the same? Surely that is impossible?

My wonder is lost when I realize I'm getting wet. My nipples are hard and the room is as hot as mine. They are not hardening from a chill but a very special kind of heat.

I shake my head. What the fuck am I doing? I'm staring at my brothers' wangs and getting turned on. How fucking sick is that?

I stifle a sob and turn to go.

Someone's arms wrap around me from behind.

"Sshh, little sis, it's okay. Don't run away. It would kill us if we repulsed you." 

"I'm not repulsed. I was getting excited looking at you. I don't even have the bullshit excuse of 'we are as one' twin crap you're trying to pull."

I let myself be led over to Terry's ridiculous bed. Who puts a California king in an, as yet barely renovated, old cabin? My brother that's who. He was also the one that added the Texas touch, a headboard made of entwined branches.

Terry hopped in and scoots to the middle. He held his hand out and I took it. Gary did not let go of my other hand until Terry's fingers wrapped around mine. I crawled into the bed on my knees, as Terry wiggled further toward the far edge. I felt the mattress shift as Gary followed me. 

I lay on my back. My eyes trace patterns in the knotty planks that covered the ceiling. My hands were clasped between my breasts. My posture reminded me more than a little of a laid out Victorian corpse, newly dead, of childbirth or some silly bug that now could be cured with a few dollars' worth of antibiotics. I shivered. 

Two warm bodies nestled against my sides. One twisted away and with a click, the lamp on the bedside table went out. The darkness was nearly complete. The moon had yet to rise and the normally brilliant stars lurked behind clouds that teased the parched earth but refused to rain.

The bodies snuggled closer. Their warmth radiated from the hard cocks that were pressed against both my legs. As if my body had become a mirror, identical kisses began on my upper arm and moved across my collarbone and up the side of my neck. Identical noses caressed my hair away from my ears, clearing space for identical tongues to nuzzle behind my ears. It all happened simultaneously, every kiss, caress and touch identical.

I told myself this was sick, sick and wrong on so many levels. But their kisses soothed me as no other lover's had. Their bodies warmed me as no other's had. I knew they loved me more than any of the men I had dated. 

I unclasped my hands and reached down, closing my hands around my brothers' cocks. Identical moans soothed my fears. Two mouths found my breasts. My chest arched and heaved as hot wet tongues and lips pulled and teased my nipples. 

Two hands tugged at my hair. Two hands met at my waist and waltzed their way to my crotch. The fingers of one began to play across my clitoris. The fingers of the other softly probed until my pussy lips parted and allowed them entry. 

My left ear heard, "Your pussy is so wet sis, so wet and so hot."

My right ear heard, "Your clit is hard as a rock, a rock that twitches beneath my fingers."

A few minutes later, in stereo, "I want to feel." The hands were gliding over one another. 

"Oh my, you are wet. Lil sis has a hot soppy pussy."

"And a quivering clit." The fingers on my clit were wet with my own pussy juice. 

I enjoyed the feeling of mouths nipping at my nipples and fingers in my pussy and on my clit. Desire flowed from their mouths and fingers filling every crevice of my body and mind.

"Feed me my cunt. I want to taste myself." My voice was soft and seemed to fade into the dark as both hands left my crotch. Two fingers, one from the right and one from the left, began to trace the outline of my lips. I could smell my pussy on their fingers. I wanted to take one of the hands into my mouth but I waited. Soon both fingers slipped past my lips. My tongue wrapped around one and then the other. Two new fingers made their way along my lips to meet in the middle and presented themselves to my eager mouth. Two more. Two more. Then the thumbs. The thumbs had not been in my pussy but I wanted them anyway.

"Kiss me." 

The laws of physics would not allow two heads to occupy the same space above my mouth at the same time. I loved the lips that touched mine but missed the illusion that my body was a mirror, a focal point. My sorrow was assuaged when the other mouth kissed its way down my chest and found my breast once more.

The kisser's fingers rolled and pulled at my nipple and I moaned into his mouth. The breast teaser's fingers returned to my pussy, sawing in and out. The fingers left my cunt and began to spread my juices over my nipple. The fingers found their way between our faces. As the kisser and I began to lick and fight over the pussy slicked fingers a tongue began to lap at my breast. 

The fingers left our mouths and found my clit. I felt my orgasm gathering deep inside. I gasped and panted as it cascaded out of my belly to screamed through my body. My body bucked as my orgasm faded and my body began to relax. Both nipples were being pinched and rolled and pulled. It hurt and I drew in a breath to gasp in pain. Before I could, the pain crackled like lightning through my body and exploded from my clit. I saw the flash as a second wave of convulsions shook my body. 

Fingers thrummed over my clit, dragging my orgasm out for what seemed an eternity. My body bucked so violently my muscles ached. I couldn't catch my breath enough to gasp for them to stop. They were killing me, la petite mort was transforming into le grand mort. 

The fingers left my clit and the mouths left my nipples. Simultaneous kisses graced my shoulders and soft hands gently stroked my belly. My body relaxed into the bed, still shuddering. Legs draped atop mine and soft murmurs surrounded me. 

I rolled onto my side, one arm slipped under the head of the brother I faced, the other reached behind me to rest on the hip of the brother behind me. My breathing slowed. It dawned on me that I was not satisfied. I had, for the first time ever, either multiple orgasms or one long nearly unendurable one. Yet I craved more. I wanted to be filled. I wanted their cocks in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass. I was hollow and longed to be filled, to be complete.

The realization awoke a fierce desperate desire unlike any I had felt before. It was not desire I realized. Desire was what I had felt moments earlier. This was lust, the unrefined ore of animal craving, the sexual equivalent of a shark's feeding frenzy.

"Let me up. Turn the light on." 

They misunderstood.

"Sshh, baby sis don't freak out. Take it easy."

I darted my head forward, my mouth hitting the side of his nose before sliding down to find his mouth, Gary I thought but not really caring. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, bit his lip then pulled back.

"Just let me up."

Their bodies moved away. I could barely make out their shapes but their caution and concern surrounded me. The closet in my room had a light, a bare bulb with a string. I wanted to see them but didn't want to be blinded. I climbed out of the bed and crossed to the closet door. I flung it open, my mind on fire. I batted my hand in front of my face and clutched at the string that grazed my wrist. I tugged. The light was blinding and I squeezed my eyes shut as I backed out of the closet.

My brothers, my identical twin brothers, eyed me from the bed. I strode toward the bed, my hands clutching at my breasts, trying to signal to them that I wanted more, much more.

I grabbed a pillow and dropped it on the floor by the bed.

"Stand up. Both of you." I demanded as I knelt on the pillow. Terry obeyed first and I swallowed his cock first. His groan acted as a draught of fresh air and the embers of lust in my belly went from red to white hot. 

I heard the bed creak and blindly groped for Gary's cock with one hand. My other found Terry's. God he was so fucking hard. I nearly fell on my back and begged him to shove it deep into my cunt, to beg him to fuck me.

Instead I attacked his cock with my mouth and hand. I gagged but didn't stop until his pubes tickled the inside of my nose. I wrapped my hand around him and pulled as if somehow his pubic bone and my teeth would no longer serve as unbreachable barriers. I wanted to swallow him whole, cock first. Perhaps then I would be complete. 

"Easy sis," he moaned above me as his hands caressed the sides of my head. 

I let him slide out of my mouth. I darted my mouth over just the crown of his dick, letting my puckered lips snag briefly on the ridge of his cockhead. I did this a dozen times and then deep throated him again. This time I did not gag. 

I pulled away, slowly, slid my mouth along the side of his cock, and kissed his belly just above the twisted thatch of his pubic hair. I rubbed my hand over the head adding his precum to my spit on his dick, making it silky smooth for my hand.